Karpanai Kaadhal

Un kaadhalal midhikka padugiraen,

Kaneer vizhigalal vidhikka padugiraen,

Un ninaivugalal sidhaikka padugiraen,

Kadhal vidhaiyaga mannil vidhaikka padugiraen.

Kaadhal naam

Vidhai yo naam..

Language Of Silence

Every word has a its meaning and words make communication effective. One can convey his or her idea with words, constructing them and putting the right words in the right places. An idea becomes effective when it is communicated with words and to the right audience. Words are used to communicate, instruct, dictate and to abuse. There is almost nothing that we can communicate without words.




I wonder how two dumb people can fall in love, two blind describe each other and how a child express his or her feeling and the mother still understands. Sometimes words are not needed to express what you feel or what you want to say. It is mystical to know how two people in love can understand each other more deeper, more wider and more clear yet without words. Love can make you a magician, a mystic who can understand the deeper secrets of heart. The art of communicating without words is the highest level of Yoga yet so common amongst the young who fall deeply in love and harness the energies of silent transcendence of feeling, ideas and emotion.



It is but difficult to know or understand a person if you cannot Love them. To understand someone or to discover the secrets of one's heart, you need to first take interest, be patient and love them the way they need to be loved. To be able to love is to be able to take pains. There are but a lot of sacrifices and compromises that one takes to know the other better, to sustain in a relationship and to nurture the beauty of the feeling of belonging to someone. The unspoken words are much more meaningful and stronger than the ones that are spoken. A simple smile to a stranger, a diseased and to a dying person will make a great impact on the person's life. When we let ourselves to be able to speak the language of silence is when we are able to feel out purpose of living a divine life in the earthly realm.



The power to be able to speak the language of silence is open to those who can use it to heal, encourage, save and to love everyone and everything around them. A smile, wink, kiss, hug and a frown can portray one's emotion. These unspoken expressing are so simple yet very impacting. The sweetness of a first kiss, the first touch of a new born baby and an angry look of a person you admire the most make a big spot in you. Sometimes these unspoken words keep recurring in our minds and it should helps oneself in growing and not in destroying.

A Couple of Joy in Misery

There are always some messages that come along with us all the way and throughout our lives. It is in realizing the meaning that the message comes alive or we would only be looking at it and not learn anything at all. It was a journey that thought me to add values to life.

I had taken the train and was returning home after work. The not so crowded suburban train services in the Indian metropolitan transports almost all walks of life. The train takes space that is much lesser and quicker than the other means of movements in India, more affordable and convenient. It is much safer than other vehicles that play the role of transporting the neighborhood.



It was a cold evening and the trains were embarked by the regular and also the not so regular people who were returning home to retire from their days work. There were local vendors with their fruit baskets, the employees of different industries, students and all factions of people who were with or without partner to exchange words. Those that found seats, occupied them some were on their feet clinging on to the holders that hung from the horizontal rods and there were few other who found their place on the metal floor close to the footboards.

It is unusual for the gypsies to travel by train because they hardly carry any money and the local railway inspectors were round the pathway penalizing those who travelled without tickets. Most gypsies were refugees of the Gujarat earthquake disaster and they had migrated from their lands to find succor. Fortunately for the gypsies it was their lucky day and there hadn’t been one officer who was on the trail. I noticed them sitting there inside at one corner of the train, a couple of them with their children probably members of the same family.



Their children were inside the train and they were playing all over the place, pushing and pulling each other. They were immensely engrossed with joy as they both played around. They least cared about the people who were looking at them and that is how children will be. It was nice to see them happy and I am sure that those who were watching them play would have wished in their hearts to be children again. These little ones were so amused with their playing that they took least notice of the people around.

There were a set of ladies who probably were going for a marriage. They had a lot of other things to gossip over and they were talking their heads out sitting inside the train. Though I was seated right next to them, I did not have the heart to listen to what they were gossiping over. I was amused with the little children and so I did not take much notice of the other two. I could hear their conversation but I could not figure out what exactly they were talking about. They sure did notice the little children playing around but they looked at them with an eye of detest and pride. Untouchables were still prevalent. Their pull and push was interrupted by the elder in the gypsy group. But nothing could stop them; they still continued to play around with any concern. Accidentally one of them happen to dash against the well dressed women from the push the other gave him. The lady pushed off the child as though something horrific had fallen over her. The child was wounded of his heart; I could feel the child’s emotion when she pushed him off for having touched her. But nevertheless, they both continued playing until they come to their stop to get off the train. After sometime, I borrowed a pen from the same lady who had pushed off the child and wrote all that had happened there in the train.



Though the law says that all of us are equals, there are still this racial discrimination and caste differences prevailing in the country. Independence has been given only to the soil and not to the people. Most of us still fight for rights and establishing good values in the society. When we say we love our country, we should also be able to love our neighbors. When we acclaim that all Indians are our brothers and sisters, we should also be able to live up to what we say. If we cannot change ourselves, then let us not pledge our devotion to our country.

From Service to Business

Just thought I could throw light on some of the elements in our society.

Introduction:
This has become the usual game play with those that are involved in the civil services. In the recent days, the Indian government has passed so many laws and rules, but has there been any rule for the civil servants those that are in charge of distributing of the basic commodities to the local public?



Body:
Throwing light on the ration shops and the gas agencies in Chennai and around, they make service a business for profiting their own needs and survival. There is a doubt if the state government is aware of the things that are happening with the local authorities. Many times, the poor localities are been bullied and threatened constantly by the distribution authorities who only focus on money making than in service. It is true that nothing can survive without money in the world today but first things fall first.

Affected parties:
Those that are below the poverty line depend mostly on the raw food supply that comes from the local service authorities. People who live on a daily wage find it a hard shell biting for their living. They completely have to depend on the food supply that bites their legs and slowly their throats. The worst are the Middle class categories, they neither fall under the line nor can they crawl up to be spendthrifts. They usually dwindle between the two and eventually end up with unhappiness and dissatisfaction. Through out their lives, they a live a life of dreams and when it is time to, they even die in their dreams.

Conclusion:
If corruption has its upper hand, why then are the laws made? It might seem very strange a question for us to ask but this is what the present scenario is. There could be so many other ways of exploitation happening but to exploit the poor with the basis of living is just not the way. Why don’t there be a rise in the tax for the luxury hotels, the bars and pubs and why not the rates for the imported are raised instead of raising the price values for soap, toothpastes and other basic consumables?

The action lies in the hands of the people who choose the government and in those who look at the government supplies as a service more than business. A service is done without expecting anything in return. Can service be service always?

LOVE IN HIS TIMES

"I wanna be loved like that!" - That is what I often say to myself when I gaze upon the big Hollywood screen of all romantic movies! Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl get married, and all live happily ever after.

I know that is what so many of us dream for and long for. But as Catholics, as believers in God for that matter, we need to trust! Trust that God knows what He is doing with our love lives. Trust that His time, not ours, is the best timing. Trust that He is preparing that prince or princess for us every day and we have to continue to prepare ourselves as well. I know that is hard in this 'sex-driven' world that we live in.

We must not give in to the pressures that say, "I must have a boyfriend/girlfriend!" - I have to go all the way or he wont like me anymore." - "I have to buy her these things or she won’t be my girlfriend anymore!"

The temptations of our human body sometimes feel so strong, that we can't help but give in to them. But be strong, faithful soldiers!



Pray, pray and pray some more you faithful lovers! Ask your Guardian Angel to help you keep strong and pure. Ask our Blessed Mother to watch over you and your future spouse to keep you holy and chaste. Pray for God's will, maybe He even wants you to consider a religious vocation as a sister, brother or priest. Be open to His call for you! God will grant you the desires of your heart. God is hearing your prayers and will answer them in His time!

Do what I did-cut it out, hang it on your mirror or some place that you will see it daily and read it EVERY day! I promise it will help to move you along on your journey to your future spouse. Because we need to remember that the Ultimate Lover loves us more than we can ever imagine. God loves you more than any human ever can, so you better learn how to accept and return His love, before you can even think about accepting and returning the love of a spouse.




So, the next time you catch yourself dreaming about your Hollywood Love Story, remember that your Heaven Love Story will win more Academy awards than this world can ever offer!

A HEART TOUCHING STORY - AN EXTRACT

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.



It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. 'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.

Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me."

Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.

Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, "What do you mean?" The driver said, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. Though she couldn't see him she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

Even as Children of God we might have felt that God doesn't answer to our prayers and he always lets us on our own only to realize that he was with us all the while.

YOUR EYES ON HER

The American male is led to believe that "girl-watching" is just part of being a man. A lot of girls are all too aware that they are being watched, and they're not at all happy about how they're being watched. Like the young woman my wife and I saw recently at a festival. She was wearing a shirt with an arrow on the front that pointed up to her head. The shirt said just three little words by the arrow, "I'm up here!"



That teenage girl was sending a much-needed message, "Keep your eyes where they belong! I'm a person, not a body, thank you!" It's actually a message the Creator of women would more than agree with. A woman is depersonalized, sexualized, and trivialized by the way many men look at them, and she is the creation of God; a Father in heaven. And you know how fierce a Father is about protecting His daughter!


The biblical Old Testament saint, Job, the man whose integrity God acclaimed to Satan, understood that how a man looks at a woman is an important part of his integrity. And it matters to God. In Job 31:1, our word for today from the Word of God, he says, "I made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a girl." That's a covenant every man should make, especially if he belongs to Jesus Christ, the sinless Son of God.

Today the Biblical commandment to "flee the evil desires of youth" (2 Timothy 2:22) is as hard to obey as it's ever been. Advertising, fashions, TV, movies, and the Internet almost all program a man to look at a woman sexually - focusing attention on that which is intended by God for only the man she's married to. But the fact that it's hard to have righteous eyes doesn't make it any less God's imperative.

Men in the days of Jesus, even the very religious, apparently thought they were doing okay if they didn't do something immoral with a woman. Then Jesus introduced the radical idea that “you can sin sexually without ever touching a woman just by the way you look at her”. He said, "You have heard that it was said, 'Do not commit adultery.' But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." That makes far more of us men adulterers than we believed – men are in need of forgiveness of God who made the vulnerable beings.

Unfortunately, too many women (including Christian women) have bought into a fashion culture that actually entices men to focus on a woman's body. God clearly commands women: "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment. Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit" (1 Peter 3:3-4). Many a woman who's disgusted with being looked at as a sex object is actually dressing in a way that encourages it.



We men who want "pure eyes" need the help of our spiritual sisters. If what you're wearing is too short, too tight, too low, or not enough, you become part of the problem instead of part of the answer. And remember what every fisherman knows: the bait determines the catch! Offer physical bait and you'll end up with men who only care about that, not men who care about you.

Both men and women have fallen for casualness about sex that robs it of its God-given beauty. Like snow, it's beautiful when it's fresh and clean but it's ugly when it's trampled and soiled. Godly men, make that covenant with your eyes not to look lustfully at a girl. Godly women, dress for respect, not attention like the temple of God that you are.