God save them from your wrath

Diwali is suipposed to be the season of greeings. Some exchange greetings with sweet words and some with gifts. I have received lot many sweet greetings, and I am supposed to be glad.

But two news saddened me, and gloomed over my happy time.

The first news appreared in the Hindustan Times : A seven year old boy alongwith a few others of his age group was rescued from a 'Zari' factory in Seelampur by Police. He was tutored by his employer to tell every one that his age is 14, to escape the the hand of law.What a shame ? Children under the age 7 to 13 are found there working for the 'zari' unit from 7 a.m. in the morning to 1 a.m. i.e. 18 hours at a stretch. The 7 year old fled Bihar to fetch a living for his family as he felt, it is his responsiblility, being the eleder of the family, to look after his youngsters.The saddest part is he has to wait for a year to earn a salary as he is an 'apprentice' at the moment. God knows, how many are left behind in the jammed ghettos of Seelampur and other places like this young citizen of India. God where are you ? I cannot stop my tears ?

Next news was about my youngest ' aliyan'Binu who reached home from Bangaloru early in the morning and threatended his aging mother that he will fell one or two trees to earn money, for, god only knows, what ?
That house has turned out to be a pond of leaches. Each one pull down the other for a suck of blood of his share and more. The irony is that none of them have never ever thought of planting a sapling for their next generation could also fell a tree (so painful) for a living.

God save them for they do not know what they are doing

Laughter for self

I often wonder, if the work or the worklessness which is the cause for laziness. Anyways I am getting bored. It is time to look out for a change. If I do not find change within, I will go out to fetch what I want. This is me.
I have put myself in the shoes of a politician, nob! NO match
then I put in the one of the businessman, here again, nob! doesn't fit
Shall I try that of a writer... Phoo.... hee heee heee
If you can not laugh at yourself, others will take that job.
When Swapna was born I was so delighted, for I became a parent, I jumped (literally), after Lisa's birth I realised I also became a referee.
Me and Baby argued on many things, but at the end we have decided to agree on two .
I have accepted her points......... She agreed.

Kudamaloor in the All Saints List

Kudamaloor has gained so great a name that it stands at par with 'fatima' 'Lurde' 'Assissi' etc in the Holy sea calander. Overnight, my 'Kudamaloor' became so famous. Sr. Alphonsamma has now been pronounced 'Saint Alphonsa Muttathupadathu' from 1.00 p.m. (IST)on 12th October, 2008. Indeed a Gold letter day for Kudamaloor. I believe, All those who belong to Kudamaloor rejoice on this occurance. Let us celebrate.

Bharananganam, which holds Alphonsa's holy grave, walked away with the cake by getting the maximum popularity as the epicentre of Alphonsa's pilgrimage. Neverthless, Kudamaloor proundly hold it's head for it is where this gift of God was taken birth. Here is where she was baptised, in the same baptism 'stone basin' where I was poured the holy water.

U R a Liar Bcos U r les miserable

Akanksha uttered with firm conviction " Parimita won't tell lie"

Sure, because Parimita is M Tech, Sr. fellow, holding respectable profile and she is working for the team for a longer time than u.

On the other hand

U secretary, "u r the one tend to say lie" becase u r jr, a les miserable.

Good I have once again learned that only people who aren't permitted answer back, tells lies. The voiceless, the liars.

I will keep on learning this truth.

Sorry Parimita, Sorry Akanksha

A New Lease

It was very daring. I was positioned over a sharpe edged sword. For a moment, That old frined of mine, the smart idiot, cried out to kick the sharp edge of the sword. But my other(invisible) friend,whom I have listended to the minimum, the one who always protected me from hard falls, pulled me back. He wispered, don't jump, hold on, cool... he went on and I gave him my ear and my mind. That made the difference. What I said today, might (I believe) have made some impact, though they won't openly show it. They have their own compulsions too for that. I, from my side, was consicous to put the least of damaging words, which I susually do. Hope I have succeeded, though occassionally emotional outbreakes did show signs of the tight rope breaking now and then. This time that invisible friend send his aid stand beside me thru Joseph. Swapu's encouragements held me tight to stand brave and sail thru the situation.Using the word 'sorry' has it's own impact. Exactly that is what I did at the end of the heated argument. An unconditional 'sorry' was put in, on my own. That, I am sure, cetainly made the difference. Any how I have to sail thru....

A month's lease extension has been granted, which I am sure, enough for me to work on my short comings.

I have not experienced any other city than Delhi so closely. Jaipur was so comfortable. Traffic, poople, bijli every thing good. I have been to Kolkatta, several times, but have not felt much difference from Delhi. My own city Kottayam is so small, but still crowded, perhaps because of the narrow roads.

The castle of Maharani Gaytridevi on the hill top is a beuty to watch. But the carved hills in the east is a painful view.