Old age..a horror of today

Old age ,the worst horror of today..true that's what I feel when i see the old elderly people all around.Technology & developements are soaring high & high,along with it aged people are stranded in big houses  alone with their ailments,Alzhiemers,Parkinsons & what not.They are lucky if the couple are intact,husband & wife having almost same life span,at least they have each other to support & console,but unfortunately many are not so lucky.                                                                                                                                                  They had once been vibrant active people ,full of energy ,proud of their children ,Their family may have been the most envious one in their community,happiness overloaded.They must have send their children to the best schools.given them the best facilities possible .As the children grew & flourished the grey hairs overcame the black ones on the parents .The baby birds were now full fledged,they flew  to higher & higher zones where they could mint more & more money..maybe that was their parents dream,that fly the highest . The higher they went the parents grew older & older.                                                                                        Money minting became the craze of them..or can say the craze of the generation, though they had more than enough,nothing seemed enough for them. . More than their parents they were interested in their properties ,emotionally blackmailing them ,telling them the hazards of the future of their children,cost of living blah blah blah. Coming homes were not according to their parents needs or happiness but according to their needs .The main aim to transfer the properties to their own names..The selfishness of today's society, never noticing the increase in grey hairs ,more dark wrinkles,the changes in the thickness of their reading glasses,The beautiful straight posture that they had,was starting to bend .Its Old age .saying that just shoved the thoughts to another important issues.                                                                                                                After the main aim was achieved,they really heaved a sigh of relief,now no worries at all ,then the drama started of over acting ,to show that they really cared.. ahem ahem...                                                             So many stories are visible all around us today,with the emerging of home nursing agencies & old age homes too.This is really saddening,a chinese story comes to my mind.A father & son had gone for shopping.They bought beautiful  & costly crockery .While going back the father stopped near a shop of utensils of very cheap quality.As the father asked the shopkeeper to pack one utensil,the boy asked ' Father why are you buying this ugly utensil ? '.The father replied 'Grandfather's hands have started shaking now,he has broken many costly crockery,its for him son '. ' Oh  Father then buy two,You may also need it soon,' The father stood frozen still. Irony of life.

Kannan's vacations..part-2

                            ' Cuckoo Cuckoo' The cuckoo clock chimed .Kannan got up with a jump,he looked around for his Achan .'Achan must have gone for his daily morning walk' he thought.Kannan was in a thrilling mood today Ammu was coming from Palaghat for a week. Ammu was his cousin , Kannan felt like a butterfly with excitement ,though she was a bit bossy at times ,reminding him always that she was six months elder to him,but both had a great time together climbing on trees ,rocks ,playing through fields, plucking lotus flowers from ponds etc .                                                                                                                                                             As he was brushing his teeth a favourite tempting aroma  from the kitchen reached tingled his nose 'Amma are you making stew?? ' 'Yes Kanna,come have your breakfast with hot 'appams' &chicken stew ' 'No Amma ,I will have it with Ammachan & Ammamma later.' He looked for his Ammamma    As usual she was in her Pooja room.,daily her number of dieties and pooja time kept on increasing.The morning hours for her were occupied in  this procedure .Kannan felt sad because,she used to make him special 'palharams & paysams ' before. Kannan peeped into her pooja room made a gesture to all the dieties there & ran towards the garden,were he was sure his Ammachan would be relaxing after his brisk morning walk.                                                                                                                                                                                           'Ammachan  Ammacha tell me about Baapu ji ,Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. .Ammachan smiled 'So you haven't forgotten ? Are you interested Kanna....? '.Kanna nodded his head,wondering how this big name came to be shortened to just Baapu. 'Gandhi ji was born in a middle class family in Gujarat .He was married very young,he was a very truthful person,even in his childhood. He always remembered what his mother had taught him about his religion,what to do & what not to do, he followed it till the end of his life.There are lots of stories about him to show his character,but now I am telling you in short ,will tell you in details later, Kanna.' Gandhi ji decided to be barrister so he went to London for higher studies & became an eminent barrister too. He later went to South Africa to practice ,he used to wear suits there as people there wore.' ' That would have been better rather than being half naked' retorted Kannan.'Ha Ha' Ammachan could not control his laughter 'that was not his dream Kanna '                                                                                     In South Africa an incident in train gave him the feel of discrimination for the first time,discrimination towards black,towards Indians,towards him. 'Discrimination ? Whats that Ammacha ? ' 'Hmmm okay suppose you & Jaggu ( Kannan's friend who was the son of their servant, he was a bit dark too ) are playing, someone comes with toffees,he gives you more toffee than Jaggu,just because he was poor & dark. How would Jaggu feel ? ' 'Very bad Ammachaa.' 'Yes that is discrimination, ignoring someone on the basis of race, colour,caste,money,gender [boy or girl] etc You felt bad na same way Baapu felt very bad, humiliated.The white people over there behaved superior to black .'                                                                                          'That time our India was under the British rule. When Gandhi ji came back to India ,he felt the same feel here too,discrimination. Do you know the materials that made suits,shirts etc were brought from England & other countries.There was no value for the cloth made here.Gandhi ji thought why should we wear those dresses made by the people who are humiliating us.He thus started to make his own dress by making threads using'' Charkha. .Many people followed him ,they boycotted foreign materials.Gandhi  ji  never told anyone to do anythng ,he did it himself & his followers followed him ,used to do all his work himself ,even cleaning the toilets.                                                                                                                                  Baapu wanted to show the British the way out of India through Non violence & Ahimsa and he did it.' Kannan was imagining the great man who drove the British away by mere Non violence & Ahimsa, by not hurting anyone physically .'Was it really possible Ammacha? 'Yes he made it possible .' We got our Independence through non violence & Ahimsa .' ' So good na Ammacha ,Why don't people try to be like Baapu .The world would be so good. I love you Baapu ! Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi ' Ammacha smiled ' So now you know the half naked man on the picture hanging on my wall Kanna '                                            Kanna was excited ,he would tell this story to Ammu. ' I am sure Ammu doesn't know it  so well ,though she pretends to know everything '. ' Kannaaaa come for breakfast ' Amma was calling them .'Come on Ammacha the 'appam will go cold, ' waving bye to Achan who was hurrying to office ,they sat down to eat where Ammamma was waiting for them impatiently,She had taken a gap from her prayers for breakfast.                                                                                                                                                                                    Hot steaming 'appams ' & chickrn stew  were waiting for them 'Amma its so tasty, you make it so well'  !!!'Thoughts of Baapu came flowing in Kannan's mind .'Amma ,I will wash my plates from today, will try to do my work on my own'.                                                                                                                                            Ammachan winked at Kannan and Kannan winked back with a mischevious but mature smile .''.Baapu ki jai '' he murmered to himself.

Kannan and his vacation part- 1 Dedicating my stories for my grandson..Rehaan Arshad Salim

Kannan folded his exam papers with satisfaction.the last answer was about Tipu Sultan ,one of his favourite historical characters,he loved to write about him..giving away his neatly folded answer paper kannan heaved a sigh of relief,exams over,Yipeeeeee,almost three months holidays.No getting up early,no homework,no exam fevers,no shouting from Amma and no restrictions over tabs & games,Fun filled days awaiting.He looked impatiently at his watch,did his watch stop ticking he wondered. Ting Tong..the most welcomed bell rang and in seconds Kannan & his friends were flying out of the classrooms,bags clashing each other.their school bus was waiting,kannan jumped into it fast as if not to waste a single second. As the bus started moving Kannan felt a sadness as he looked at the passing playground..hmmm will miss it for sure..the most favourite place in his school.                                                                                                                                                                    Reached home shoved his bag into the shelf..heard Amma asking.'how was your exam kanna.?Nodding his head took out the tab & looked at triumphantly..as if he had won a war...& started on his most favourite game.No bath,no food,kept on playing till his Amma's shriek grew loudest..ran to the bathroom had a quick bath & stuffed the food as if he was eating for his Amma..,continuously looking at the gate waiting for Achan to come.No homework to do,,no projects to finish,nothing to study for tomorrow,boredom seemed to creep in.He went to Amma,she was busy on her new i phone which her brother had gifted on her birthday.'Amma come lets play.' 'wait Kanna ,all my school & college friends have formed whats app groups,Its so much fun,finding them again, You play your games Kanna..will come soon'...          
                                                                                                                                                                             Kannan looked at his tab,no not again,let me go to Ammamma..she knows lots of beautiful stories,Panchatantra,Ramayana ,Mahabharatha etc,,'Ammammaa..Ammammaa..Kannan called his grandmother loudly & entered her room 'shhhhhhhhh don't make noise Kanna,,'Chandana mazaha' was going on & she was immersed in it. Kannan sulked 'Oh Ammamma,come & tell me stories,your stories are so lovely than these horrible serials.Ammama frowned at kannan ,'just let me see what this 'Dusthathi' is going to do,you wait here Kanna..Kannan knew till late night these serials will go on & Ammamma will be stuck to it.kannan looked angrily at the Tv..yessss it's an Idiot box,,he  murmered...& thoght Thank God Ammachan hasn't got these serial carze..he ran towards his Ammachan's room.  Ammachan was in his yoga posturemdoing his regular breathing excercises,he signalled Kannan with his eyes to wait..Kannan always loved to sit in this room..There were pictures of many freedom fighters hanging on the wall.His Amma always used to say proudly that her Achan was a freedom fighter& that he & his friends had fought a lot to get us freedom.                                      
              Freedom ,what freedom kannan thought ,'I don't have freedom to go out alone,play outside,do whatever things he liked  then what freedom..Kannan's eyes shifted towards the pictures hanging on the wall.His eyes always stuck to the picture of a half naked man with round spectacles,holding a stick."You know Baapu ji ? He is the father of our Nation..Yes Ammachaa I know That Baapu was Father of our Nation,& he helped India to get freedom through Non Violence & Ahimsa..But Ammachaaa was he so poor that he didn't have enough dress to wear ?? 'Ammacha laughed loudly ,' No ,my dear No..I will tell you his story in short...Bappu's full name was Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi...' the calling bell rang..Kannan ran 'Achan came Achan came...Ammachaaaaa will come to hear it wait.'.....

Friends

Friends
 That's what is my topic...What are real friends ? We are so close to some suddenly..Among many we meet some become so close to us..we don't feel them as strangers..The comfortable  zone between us makes us more closer..We forget formalities..we think as our own..sometimes they are reflections of us.But suddenly some prove themselves to be not true friends..The zone in which we were disappears...They are just strangers..But when we look back seem  so surprised to how we were close..we shared every secrets,happiness,sad moments..comforted each other..the question arises again..Were we true friends?
            Friends means to understand each other,,their weaknesses,,their nature..above all..should never believe what others say..in fact must defend your friend....That whats friendship is I think...Relatives we can't .Choose...but we  have the independence to choose our friends .                                                                                                                        If an enemy hurts you the pain will be very much lesser than when your dear ones hurt.Today the world is very practical ,selfish,self centered,Yet there are few who have their senses with them..who vibe very well with us,Hoping to have at least one gud friend who doesn't turn & prick on your back..If any have they are very much lucky..hang on to them ,never leave them...Bcause True friendship is rare..going extinct

About NEELA THAMARAt

Neela thamara,MT's story so naturally superb,no comments about it,but the direction is also absolutely great .Lal Jose has done apt justice to the story.
After a long time we have got to see a movie which is a reflection to reality.Women always a victim of male hunger. Selfishness in man in all stages & roles of life. He will go to all limits to get what he needs.
Alas women really are the weaker sex cause she is biologically made in such a way that she cannot resist it.Feminity comes in the way,even knowing that his love is superfluous falls in his magnetic charishma not accepting the fact that its only just a soap bubble that bursts in seconds.
The director should be given credit for moulding the new actors.They are perfect,Kutty malu is really innocent & sensous as the character should be,while Haridas the mischievious 'bhavara [thenu vandu].His naughty looks & magnamatic smile are apt ,captivating the innocent flower who is awaiting to bloom,all the other characters,the background atmosphere have brought Neela thamara to perfection.

darde-ishq

Tumko dekha to ye khayaal aaya,zindagi dhoop .......tum ghana saaya..........
tum ko dekha to ye khayaal aaya...........
aaj fir dil ne ek tamanna ki............aaj fir dil ko hamne samjhaya..........
zindagi dhoop .........tum ghana saaya.....
tumko dekha to ye khayaal aaya......
tum chale jayoge to sochenge........
hum ne kya khoya kya paya............
zindagi dhoop tum ghana saaya........
tum ko dekha to khayaal aaya......
hum jise gunguna nahi sakte.....
waqt ne aisa geet kyo gaaya ........
zindagi dhoop tum ghana saaya......
tum ko dekha to ye khayaal aaya...........

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Age

Old age what does that mean???????I remember when i was a small kid ,whenever i heard the age forty 'i felt so old ......very old ,but now when i have passed forty ,i ponder 'am i old as i used to think'.No not at all,i tell myself ,i have the same feelings,in slightly a different way.
I am as romantic as i was when i was a teenager,my heart goes thump thump when i see a beautiful romantic scene........i dream as before & my heart misses a beat when i feel a crush.............Oh i am sure age doesn't matter,i will be just like this even if i cross ninety.
Age is not at all the fact to measure you but your attitude towards life.......