2011ம் நானும்.......

2011ம் நானும்.......

இந்த பதிவை எழுதும் முன் சாலையில் நடந்து வரும் பொழுது என்ன எழுதலாம் என மனதிற்குள் அசை போட்டு வந்தேன். முதல் 5 மாதங்கள் பெரிய நிகழ்வுகள் ஏதும் இல்லை. மிக சாதாரணமாக, ஒரு சராசரியான வாழ்கை. கல்லூரி நண்பர்களின் பிரிவின் தாக்கம் மெல்ல குறைந்து (கல்லூரி முடிந்து சுமார் ஒரு வருடம் உடன் படித்த நண்பர்களுடன் தொடர்ச்சியான குறுந்தகவல்கள், அழைப்புகள், சந்திப்புகள், தொடர்ச்சியான சென்னை பயணம் என வாழ்கை சென்று கொண்டிருந்தது. அப்பொழுது ‘ஆண் என்பதில் பெருமை’ எனும் பதிவில் எழுதியது நிரூபணம் ஆனது. அந்த மாற்றம் புதிய பணி, அதுவும் எனக்கு மிகவும் பிடித்த சென்னையில், வெறும் திரைபடங்களிளிலும் வானத்திலும் மட்டுமே பார்த்த எனக்கு வாழ்கையில் முதல் விமானத்தில் பயணம், வெளிநாட்டு பயணம், என்னை உயிருக்கு உயிராக காதலித்த ஏன் தாத்தாவின் மரணம், போன்ற பல நிகழ்வுகள் நிகழ்ந்தவருடம் இது.

பல நாள் காத்துக்கிடந்த பணி மாற்றம் நிகழ்ந்தது. பழைய அலுவலகத்தில் வேலை பார்த்த பொழுது ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் ஏங்கி கிடந்த தருணம் வந்தது. கையில் மூன்று பணி-வழங்கு-ஆணை இருந்தது. அனால் இப்பொழுது பார்க்கும் வேலையை தேர்ந்தெடுதேன் (இன்று வரை அதை ஏன் செய்தேன் என்று எனக்கே தெரியாது). அனால் இதற்க்கு முன்பு வேலை பார்த்த பொழுது நான் எங்கிய வாழ்க்கை எனக்கு கிடைக்க இருப்பது என்பது அப்பொழுது தெரியவில்லை. இரவு பனி/பணி, தூக்கமின்மை, சரியான விடுமுறை இன்றி வாழ்க்கை, உடல்நிலை சரியின்மை, மன நிம்மதியின்மை, எதிலும் நாட்டம் இல்லாமை, தனிப்பட்ட வாழ்கையில் கவனம் செலுத்த முடியாமை,புதியதாய் கிடைத்த தனிமை, என்று வாழ்கையின் விரக்திக்கு சென்றேன் என்றே சொல்ல வேண்டும். அனால் அவற்றை கடந்து எனக்கு ஒரு மாற்றத்தை தந்தது புதிய வேலை.(விதியின் சதி, நான் ஆசை படும் எதுவும் உடனடியாக கிடைப்பது இல்லை. அனால் சிறிது நாட்கள் கழித்து அதை விட சிறந்தது ஒன்று எனக்கு கிடைக்கும்.) வாழ்கையில் ஒருவருக்கு கிடைக்கும் மிக பெரும் சாபம் இரவு பணி. அதுவும் நாளேடுகளில் சனி, ஞாயிறுகலிலும் வேலை பார்ப்பது போன்ற சாபகேடு உலகில் எதுவும் இல்லை. 

புதிய வேலைக்கு சேர்ந்த சிறு நாளில் உடல் நிலை சீர் ஆனது. வாழ்கையில் மிக பெரிய தண்டனையில் இருந்து விடுபட்ட ஒரு நிம்மதி. வாரம் வார இறுதி நாட்கள் விடுமுறை என்னை போன்ற (ஆ)சாமிகளுக்கு மிக பெரிய வரம். புதிய வேலை, புதிய பொறுப்புகள், புதிய மனிதர்கள் எவ்வாறு இருக்கும் என்று சிறிது அச்சம் இருந்தது. அனால் அனைத்தும் நொடி பொழுதில் மறைந்தது. நான் எதிர்பார்த்ததை விட அனைவரும் நன்றாக இருந்தார்கள்/இருக்கிறார்கள். எனக்கு அவர்களை பிடிக்கும், அவர்களுக்கு என்னை அதை விட அதிகமாக பிடிக்கும். என்னை மிக கண்ணியத்துடன், மரியாதையுடன் நடத்துகிறார்கள். ஆக மொத்தத்தில், கல்லூரியில் இருந்த வேகம், வீரியம், இப்பொழுது மீண்டும் வந்திருப்பதை உணர்கிறேன் (1 வருடம் அவை எங்கே சென்றன ?)இந்தியாவின் எல்லா பகுதிகளில் இருக்கும் மக்களுடன் நெருங்கி பழகுவதற்கான வாய்ப்பு எனக்கு கிடைத்தது. கடுமையாக உழைக்கிறேன் என் மனதிற்கு பிடித்தது போல.

இந்த வேலை எனக்கு கொடுத்த மற்றொரு வரப்பிரசாதம், பயணம். முதல் முதலில் வானத்தில் பறந்தேன். அதை பற்றி தனியாக எழுதுகிறேன். என் வாழ்கையின் போக்கை மாற்றுகிறது இந்த பயணங்கள். மற்றொன்று, எப்பொழும் இல்லாமல் இந்த வருடம் இறை சிந்தனை  பல மடங்கு அதிகரித்து உள்ளது. அது இல்லாமல், ஒரு நாளில் குறைந்தது இரண்டு முதல் ஐந்து புதிய மனிதர்களை (சராசரியாக) சந்திக்கிறேன். இது அனைத்திற்கும் இந்த வேலை காரண-காரணியாக அமைந்தது. தினமும் கோவிலுக்கு செல்லும் பழக்கம் வந்துள்ளது. நேரம் கிடைக்கும் பொழுதும், எந்த ஊருக்கு சென்றாலும், கோவில்களை மட்டுமே கால்கள் தேடுகின்றன. ஆக மொத்தம் மேலே குறிப்பிட எதையும் என் பழைய வேலையில் இருந்த பொழுது செய்யவில்லை என்பது மட்டும் திண்ணம். பொதுவாக அனைத்திலும் எனக்கு ஒரு கர்வம் உண்டு- எனக்கு கிடைத்ததை போல கல்லூரி வாழ்க்கை, அனுபவம், ஆசிரியர், உயிர் தோழி, உடன் பிறந்த/பிறவா சகோதரிகள், யாருக்கும் கிடைத்திருக்க , வாய்ப்பில்லை. இப்பொழுது வேலை.

இவை அனைத்தும் ஒரு புறம் இருந்தாலும் என் தாத்தாவின் மரணம் என்னை மிகவும் வேதனை அடைய செய்தது. என்னால் அவரை என்றைக்கும் மறக்க முடியவில்லை. என்னை மிகவும் ஏமாற்றிவிட்டு இன்று நிம்மதியாக உறங்கிக் கொண்டிருக்கிறார்.அவர் நிச்சியமாக எனக்கு மகனாக பிறப்பார் என நம்புகிறேன். உடலளவில் அந்த உறவு பிரிந்தது என்றல், மேலும் ஒரு சில பழைய உறவுகள் இந்த வருடம் என்னை விட்டு நீங்கின. பொதுவாக உறவில் விரிசல் விடும் பொழுது வருந்தும் நான் இந்த வருடம் சில உறவுகள் பிரிந்ததால் ஒரு நொடி கூட வருந்தவில்லை. எல்லாம் நன்மைக்கே என்று நினைத்தேன். என் என்றால், அவர்களை விட்டு நானே விலக காரணம் தேடிக் கொண்டிருந்தேன், அனால் அவைகளே என்னை விட்டு சென்றன என்பது மிக ஆறுதலாக இருந்தது(இவ்வாறு நான் எப்படி நினைத்தேன் அதை எப்படி இங்கு எழுதுகிறேன் என்பதை என்னால் நம்ப முடியவில்லை). பிரிந்து சென்ற உறவுகள் மீண்டும் தேவை என்று மனம் சொல்லுகிறது அனால் மூளை வேண்டாம் என்கிறது-என்ன செய்ய, நான் மூளை சொல்வதை கேட்பவன் என்பது என் மனதிற்கு தெரியவில்லை. இன்னும் சில நபர்களுடன் பிடிக்காமல் பழகுகிறேன். அவர்களும் விட்டோழிந்தால் நிம்மதியாக இருக்கும். அவர்களே என்னை விட்டு சென்றால் நன்றாக இருக்கும் (வை திஸ் கொலை வெறி ஸ்வாமி?) சிலர் மீது எவளவு அன்பு உள்ளதோ அதே அளவு சிலர் மீது ஆழ்ந்த வெறுப்பு உள்ளது.

My resolution for 2012

இந்த வருடம், பல ஆண்டுகள் பிறகு உறவினர்கள் பலரை ஒரு மகிழ்ச்சியான சந்தர்ப்பத்தில் சந்தித்தேன்- மகிழ்ந்’தேன்’. ஒரு காலத்தில் தனியாக இருந்தவர்கள் இன்று வாழ்க்கை, குடும்பம், வேலை என்று தனி பாதை அமைத்தாலும், அனைவரும் பழைய நினைவுகளை பற்றி பேசுவது ஆனந்தம். திரைப்படம், ஊர் சுற்றுவது, கேலி, கிண்டல் என்று எதற்கும் பஞ்சம் இல்லை. அனாலும் நட்பு வட்டம் மட்டும் இல்லை, உறவினர்கள் ஒன்று சேர்ந்தால் என் தலை தான் உருளும் என்பதற்கு இது நல்ல எடுத்துகாட்டு. தெலுங்கு படம் பார்த்த ஒரே காரணத்திற்காக, ‘நீ ஆந்திரா பெண்ணை காதலிக்கிறாய்’ என்று ஆரமித்து கற்பனையில் எனக்கு ஒரு தெலுங்கு பேசும் பெண்ணுடன் திருமணம் முடித்து சொந்தங்கள் மதியில் என் புகழை ‘பரப்பி’ என்னை திணறடித்த அந்த நல்ல உள்ளங்கள் வாழ்க( என் வாயும் சும்மா இருக்க வில்லை என்பது தனி கதை). ஆக மொத்தத்தில், திருமணம் வாழ்கையில் எவ்வாறு ஒருவரை மாற்றுகிறது என்பதை தெரிந்து கொண்டேன். அனால், ஒரு மகிழ்ச்சியாக சிறகடித்து கொண்டிருக்கும் வாலிபனை பார்த்து அடுத்து எப்போ கல்யாணம்? என்று கேட்பதுதான் வருத்தமாக இருக்கிறது. இதனிடையில், பள்ளி தோழி ப்ரீத்தி, கல்லுரி தோழி சுகன்யா, ஆசிரியை ரேவதி மேடம், பள்ளி தோழன் ராதாகிருஷ்ணன், கல்லூரி நண்பன்-நண்பி- ஹரிஷ் மற்றும் அனிதா ஆகியோர் திருமணம் நடைபெற்றது...... அவர்களுக்கு வாழ்த்துக்கள்....

தமிழகத்தில் ஆட்சி மாற்றம் வந்தது மகிழ்ச்சி. முதல் முறையாக வாக்களித்தேன். திரைப்படங்களில் வேலாயுதம், மங்காத்தா, கோ, சிறுத்தை, தமிழிலும், துக்குடு, ஓ மை ப்ரெண்ட் தெலுங்கயும் மிகவும் கவர்ந்தன. ஓ மைப்ரெண்ட் மிக மிக அருமை. இந்த வருடம் வாங்கிய மிக முக்கய ஒன்று எனது கைப்பேசி. சாம்சங் கேலக்ஸ்சி 5 வகை சார்ந்த அது என் வேலைக்கு மிக மிக ஒத்துழைக்கிறது. பல முறை கேழே விழுந்தாலும் எந்த தொந்தரவும் இல்லை. அண்ட்ராய்டு இயங்கு தலத்தில் தொடர்வண்டி நேரம் முதல், தினமலர் நாளிதழ் வரை அனைத்தும் என் கைக்குல் ‘அடக்கம்’. என் தேவை அனைத்திற்கும் ஒரு பதிலாக இருக்கிறது இந்த விஞ்ஞானத்தின் கத்துக்குட்டி. (ஒரு வேலை காதலி தேடும் படலத்தில் அவள் சாம்சங் போல இருக்க வேண்டும் என்று வைத்து தேடலாமா?). இந்திய அணியின் உலகக் கோப்பை வெற்றி மற்றொரு மகிழ்ச்சியான தருணம்.... அதையும் என் வலை பதிவில் குறிப்பிட்டுள்ளேன்....

2012 மேல் எந்த எதிர்பார்ப்பும் இல்லை வேண்டுதலும் இல்லை.  பழநி சென்ற பொழுது மனமுருகி முருகனிடம் ஒரு வேண்டுதலை வைத்தேன். அது இன்னும் நிறைவேறவில்லை. கூடிய விரைவில் நடக்கும் என்று நினைக்கிறன். எனக்கு பிறை வலை தளங்களை படிக்க நேரம் இருப்பதில்லை (ஒரு சில தளங்களை தவிர). அனாலும் இவ்வளவு தூரம் இதை படிக்கும் உங்களுக்கு மிக்க நன்றி. நான் இங்கு எழுதுவது யாரை எல்லாம் சென்று அடைய வேண்டும் என்று நினைக்கிறேனோ அவர்களை அது சென்று அடைகிறது. பல முறை வார்த்தைகளால் சொல்ல முடியாததை எழுத்துக்கள் சொல்லுகிறது. உங்களுக்கும் உங்கள் குடும்பத்திற்கும் என் இனிய புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்.

அன்புடன்,

ஸ்வாமிநாதன்/வினோத்

                                         

What does S stands for? Swami or Supectection?

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With the blessings of Lord Pazhani Murugan

Whenever many say that I house wide-range of characters to be a journalist, I have never went on an analysis to test how far it is true. Some of them are my enthusiasm,  way I approach news etc. But, no one know that there is one birth-journalist quality in me, which, I myself explored recently while recalling my
olden days (Is this widely termed ‘knowing self’?). It is none other what you all have, but what I have given me more- SUSPECTION.

This may shadow a bad image behind me, however, I can say, I have never come across a suspicious person in my life. However, on the bright side, my suspicion often falls only on strangers but not those well-known people. But there are some instances where I suspected people whom I am not supposed to-my dad and his dad [my paternal grandfather]. Two wonderful incident, which, still I can recall.

I remember well, I was in 3^rd standard, very curious over ‘odd’ things even though a below-average school-goer. I still remember well, I was alone in the first floor of my house and just playing. I was much exploited by the typical ways Tamil movies project an extra-marital affair of a man and woman. Most of the movies, a female character would search her husband’s book or rack accidentally, finds the photograph or his ex-lover or some other woman. Even in my case, I was shocked to see the photograph of a beautiful lady inside the drawer of the table which was used for my dad’s official needs. I was literally shocked ! I felt like my future is spoiled! ‘Cha… namma appa amma ku dhrogam pannitare! (OMG.. My dad had betrayed my mom by having an illicit relationship with some woman!). Cinema la vara villan appa maadhiri ivar irupaarunu naan edhir paakalaye ! (I did not expect my dad would behave like those characters in movies)’- these were my mind voice a five minutes after I saw that woman’s photo. I did not know what to do next! “Anyways, I should take this to the notice of my mother”, my mind first told.. within few seconds “If this creates a problem, my mother will pack her luggage and go off to her village, get divorced from my dad and we both have to suffer how Rajinikanth use to suffer during his young age in almost all of his movies”, I had a second thought. Uncertain of what doing next, I was sitting at the 16^th step of my house’s staircase and rendering a strange look on the photo. The woman in the photo was wearing a salwar-like costume (if I am not sure). It was post 12noon and I was called to get down for lunch. I folded the photo into two and kept it in the right pocket of my half-pant. I slowly approached my grandma and just showed her a picture and said that I saw that photo in the street corner. Her words was literally shocking. “Oh idhu nadigai suhaasini aache ! (Well, this is actress Suhasini)”. Only I know how much a sigh of satisfaction I attained. But I did not believe her completely. I showed the same photograph to my house maid and the same response came. (Cross-verification too is a character cocktailed along with my suspecting hormones).

Are the rays, the was I perceive anyone? 

If this happened when I was 9-year-old, there was another incident when I was studying eight standard- the class where my childhood-turns-adult. It was my friend’s birthday party and in a tier-2 town like Thanjavur, party refers inviting all to the birthday baby’s home, cake-cutting, serving it in a paper-plate and drinking a soft drink in a disposal cup. I was sitting alone in his house and the birthday baby went to buy cakes (there, the person who is celebrating B’Day has to buy everything). I just came outside his house and it was a great shock- My grandpa’s two-wheeler was parked in front of a house who I have never known. As I was a little bit ‘matured’ in 2000, what Tamil movies taught me was whenever a person earns more money and parks his bike in front of a house who was not accustomed with his family, that should definitely be the house of his second wife. My body frozen to realize that the head of my family is having another wife! I slightly started discussing with my friend’s mother who was cleaning the house. Another big stone fall over my head was her reply- ‘He comes regularly and I have seen him almost every day’. Oh no…. I was hidden such a great truth…This was keep on going inside my mind all over the evening and even before sleeping some great thoughts came. Already my dad has two siblings. Like in movies, there will be someone [or many] demanding share for my grandpa’s property. The next day, I was very curious on finding who was inside the house. Well, I again went to my house in the pretext of getting ‘Konar Tamil guide’ and purposefully went near the house where my grandpa’s bike was parked the previous day. I wanted to enter inside that house and want to see who is inside the house. In Tamil, a woman who is not married officially is called as ‘chinna veedu’ (small [second wife’s] house).  For me, at that time, it was supposedly his china veedu. I entered their house to ask a cup of water to drink (In Thanjavur, those days, there was a habit, anyone can enter anyone’s house and ask water and everyone, without any question, will provide water). One old man came out and I was given water and I came out of the house and entered my friend’s house which was few yards away. Again I asked my friend’s mother, and asked where that bike was missing. She did not had an answer, but let a word which slapped me completely. “Sometimes he uses to come with a woman who is very lean wearing a spectacle”. Oh my God! It was none other than his wife [my grandma]. At last I had a smile in my face. When I cross-checked in my house, it was my grandpa who financed for a person in that family and often visits that house to collect the interest. Sometimes, his wife accompanies if going for some other purposes.

Then there were many incidents based on my doubts. Whatsoever, still I will not believe anyone easily. Till date, I have never shared even my mobile password with anyone even though I knew the passwords of few of my friends’ e-mail id. I will let them cross many situations and without getting a clear picture over a person, I may not be myself with them. But at the same time, I will never have any cheap doubts over those who I believe completely. I think without my knowledge, I had a journalistic skill within me.  Mistrust continues……..

PS: I do not want anyone ask me whether I am believe my lover/wife in future as I myself is confused how I am going to find a believable person. I g in God and am damn sure of getting a person who I will never suspect forever.

Journey Coimbatore- 2

Hai all,

View of the Vellayingiri hills

Sorry for this laaaaaaate gap between. Post-after-post, I am saying this. Accustomed with the promises from Tamil Nadu politicians, I keep on justifying my stand even though it is wrong. In fact, I have made some 5 more trips after the previous post where even once to Coimbatore itself. However, my worst situation letting me off from the blog post. In this post, for the fist time, I have included some videos which mirrors some of the age-old Tamil traditions. Actually, I thought of posting this in Tamil. However, the need-of-hour is to make non-Tamils know our culture.

Entering the forest- Tree is expected to be broken by elephants

The night stay was pleasant. I was given comfort-zone where I was made feel-at-home. Amidst the fast-pace life at Chennai, I had a sound sleep at the ashram. The very early morning, a typical chennaite, I snoozed and postponed my alarm to ten minutes and repeated it for ten times and finally rose around 7am. At that time, they gave me a shock when I asked for a toilet. They directed me to a greenish savanna as there was an ‘open lavatory’ system still in practice in that ashram. A fantastic tea was provided for me just before we were about to enter the forest in search of wild animals. When it was some 7.30 am, as a trio, we entered the jungle. The forest was vast and we had to walk a canal. I was much interested to see those areas. Imagine, you are in a place where if you are lost no one is there to help you and at any time you are vulnerable of being attacked by any animal. On my 4 kilo-meter of walk, I could find only the foot-prints of elephants but not any panchyderm. I do not know how as well as why elephant became by favorite animal. It may because of qualities such as sharp memory, majestic look, devotional aspect or movies portraying it a positive character in any movie. Whatsoever, aforesaid were some qualities I personally want to develop within me.

Siruvani water gushing to Coimbatore

My legs begged to stop the walk. We rested at a point and were discussing many issues. It was a different Sunday for me where I spent time with people related to devotion.I heard the sound of leaves movement. My comrade conjectured there should be some elephant standing behind us and warning us to move from its path. Till that moment, my enthusiasm towards watching elephant was killed by the fear. I was thinking that the google map in my can locate me any corner of the world. However, it failed to do so. I immediately moved away along with them towards a safer place. Then I took bath in the canal which was a basin of river Siruvani. The water was too cool. A bath without showers, soaps. To put it crude, I lived the life of our ancestors. If you get an opportunity, please make a visit to the ashram once while going to that so-called much-reputed yoga centre near Vellayangiri hills. Enjoy the nature. From there, I started my travel towards, Maasani amman temple located near Pollachi.

Women praying for motherhood by folding a knot in the Temple

The Temple is known for the goddess’ posture- lying and blessing her devotees. I did not know the history of the temple. However, a complete change happened in the past 7 years as it was not the same when I visited the place while schooling. The crowd was predominantly  high. However, the age-old traditions of Tamil Nadu are still maintained in the town called Anamalai. Myth is that impotent or infertile woman, by praying in this Temple will soon mother a child. 

  Also, sooth-saying profession exists    
 here. Seen in this video is an 
 astrologer, through his parrot, 
 predicting the future of his customer. 
 He is saying that the person[his  
 customer] is about to have a fortune 
 in the forthcoming days. He says that, 
 with the blessings of Lord Muruga, 
 he will have a great future ahead, "A  
 girl will soon come into your life and 
 will bring fortunes and soon you will 
 have a happy life", he predicts.


Also, other cultures like the ‘Bombay

mittai’ (Bombay candy), astrology  still exist there. I wonder how many from this generationI have explained the making of different forms with the help of the sugar material in the video. Many people both from and outside Tamil Nadu think that only places like Thanjavur and Madurai are symbols of Tamil culture which is wrong. As I travel across the state, the real culture of Tamil Nadu and tradition I personally see the culture and tradition followed largely only in the Coimbatore region.

Tank you for your patience. I would like to write the forthcoming post in Tamil as I did not write in in recent times. I would like to write separately on the way 2011 dragged me. A bitter-sweet year, this year too I have many important foot-prints of my life. Will blog before this year-end. Thank you.

Journey Kovai- 1

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With the blessings of Pazhani Dhandayuthapani God

Dear all,

Hope you are too good. I am much thankful for those who commented on my blog-post on my  Grandpa. Even some anonymous comments were also there. Thank you so much for understanding my situation. 

I never find an opportunity to spell out false words in my blog, at least will try my level best. To be frank with you all, I did not had a time to write. Does not mean that I am working 24x7x365. But, some how the other, I cannot find a time to blog.

In the recent days, many good things happening in life. I heard of a proverb, 'Travel makes a man perfect'. Being a journalist, I am getting more number of opportunities to travel. Travel does not mean the mobility from one place to another. I am getting opportunities to experience a cocktail of varieties in terms of lifestyle, culture, language, attitude and the list goes on. For example, my recent visit to New Delhi can be listed. Around 5.15pm, I was traveling in the edge of a vendor coach in an EMU train to Chennai Airport amidst the sounds of Chennai's favourtie filthy languages, fishes, vendors etc. But, at 6.15 pm (I am late even in checking my boarding pass), I am flying along with the creamy layer of the society to Delhi. Such is the life I am living.

Anyways, while typing this blog in a browsing centre in Coimbatore where I came for an official trip, I am planning to describe the experiences on the same. You are lucky if your official duties falls on Friday. I am such a case. The most important part of my official trip got over around the post-lunch of this Friday. I was planning to explore Coimbatore. What suddenly got notified in my mind while watching TV in my room  was the meditation centre, situated in the outskirts. Everything happens for good, and it was proved in my case too. When I entered the bus, a youth who was actually of my age but looked a 25+ alike was speaking to his friend  over the phone on his weekend plan of going to an ashram. What he told attracted me much. When I expressed my desire to come there, he immediately invited me to come there (Almost Coimbatoreans whom I have met in my life are masters in hospitality). Passing the night at the famous yoga centre, I returned back to my room. Due to tiredness, I 'kissed' the pillow by 10.30pm.

Dookudu in Coimbatore

Next morning, due to tiredness, I woke up by 8.30. Wandering around for a plate of Pongal and Vadai, I witnessed a theater which shares three screens in its premises. One movie being screened was Telugu super-star, Mahesh Babu's  'Dookudu'. Being a fan of 'Prince' and Telugu being the only language I understand other than Tamil and English, I wanted to enter the dark room for two and half hours. It was a shock for me to see that the the posters of the movie were decorated well and even milk abishekams were conducted which was a shock for me. Except some aspects post-interval, the movie was good and I enjoyed. Worth watching once. Watching a Telugu movie in theatre is first time experience as I have cultivated the habit of watching in DVDs. We, fans from Tamil Nadu will start watching a movie with a great zeal and whistles will blow for a period of time and the whole movie hall gets a 'pin drop silence'. However, watching with Telugu movie goofs is a different experience- they shout even if Mahesh Babu tells 'Okka saare mind lo fix aaithe, blind ka........' something like that, the crowd celebrates. Even if it is pronounced in the climax.

Sri Sivananda Paramahamsar Ashram,Mullankadu, Poondi, Coimbatore

Coming out of the movie and finishing my lunch and a small shopping, I rushed to catch the bus to go to the Ashram which is nearer to the aforesaid yoga centre. I was having much expectation on visiting the ashram.  The person who I said came near the village to receive me along with a saint. They welcomed in a traditional Tamil Nadu style- Joining the two palms together. Accomponied by the duo, I was moving towards an Ashram which is being maintained by the saint. Situated in the middle of dense forests, 'Sri Sivananda Paramahamsar Ashram' is the place where 'His holiness Sri Vellayangiri Sidhar' lived and immolated self for devotion. (The exact Tamil definition is 'Jeeva Samadhi'-The famous practice of saints)

Living in a mechanical life, going to a place where there is no Air-conditioned room, no DTH, no Facebook etc and only devotion exists, it was indeed a great experience.I was not given an unusual food- Semiya upma with no sambar and chutney. But it was tasty. The saint, Sri Jotish Swamigal,who still lives the life of primitive saints, takes care of the Ashram well. Around 10.30 pm, we sat outside and started discussions. I had a lot of questions to ask him about human life, devotion, desires, birth, death etc. However, he lent a patient ears for me.  Then, I was told I will be taken inside the forest in the next morning. I went to sleep. The sleep was a deep one. I could hear the sounds of some crackers which the villagers used to send the elephants out of their village. 

Hey... Wait, since I am getting late for my train and not to bore you, I would like to continue the post in the next blog.. Take care. Bye.....

Miss you Grandpa.. :(

Dear all. Happy to see you after a long time. Things are fine with me except a few incidents these days. One among them is the sad demise of my maternal grandfather, who left us and have settled under the feet of lord Krishna.


Being a Journalist, I had many opportunities to witness many hardcore accidents costing life of many, had wrote/translated heart-wreckage accident stories. When I wrote those news, I have never felt anything or the death of those person might have not had an impact on me who is very keen on translating the copy than shedding tears for the victim. However, on June 17,2011, when my dad called me and said, my grandfather is found 'sleeping' in his house, not coming out of the house even after many of the villagers surrounded and shouted in front of the house. The moment I was completely lost. Because, he was the one who went to the highest level of enjoyment when I was born, when I started speaking, when I went to school, when I passed my examinations, when he conducted my Upanayam (The most important tradition of wearing a sacred thread in Brahmin community), when I got a seat in the prestigious Anna University, when I get offer of a journalist from a most-respected English daily, when I got an opportunity to pursue my M.Phil, when he saw my first story getting published with my, when he had an opportunity to meet my editor who told words in praise of me and who said "within five years your grandson will create path for his followers", when he saw me being graduated with an yellow coat and at last, when I got a job of a Correspondent from a magazine based at India's capital. But, he passed away to know the next level of development in my life.


I wonder how many of you would have enjoyed the warmth wishes and blessings of having a maternal grandpa who never scolds you, who will give you money whenever/whatever you need ! A widower, he was one of the most inspiring person in my life and he had many dreams for his grandchildren.However, he had found his place under the feet of God. I would like to write the news of his death. When I write the news of other death, I had no feels (except some tragic moments). However, this news make my tears shed. So, I would like this news to be seen by my closest circles and some well-wishers who read my blog.

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Sankaran Iyer Passed away

B Swaminathan,
Kumbakonam, August 12

Sankaran Iyer

Shankara Iyer (71), a retired headmaster from the Valangaimaan school passed away in his ancestral house at Visalur, a village near Kumbakonam on June 17. He is survived by two daughters and four maternal grand children.

Shankara Iyer, a ardent devotee of Lord Krishna and Shiva, was seen as one of the most orthodox person in his village. Losing his wife at the age of 50, he devoted himself for devotional activities. On the day of his death, he had told his elder daughter that he would come to her home for his wife's memorial day. However, a massive-attack led him to death. 

"We could not digest his death as he spoke well even in the morning, but we lost him in the evening", says a broken Mahalingam, his personal assistant. Mahalingam also added that, he was very happy to see his grandson as one of the most-respected jobs and has high influence in the Government sectors.

"He is a self-confident and he does a lot of temple-related activities. In fact, for many days, he is paying the electricity bill for the two Temples in his village.", shares a neighbour. 

However, many felt that, he had a nice death as he did not disturb anyone and himself. God has decided him to serve him in the heaven. 

A touching moment:
While his elder grandson B Swaminathan went to New Delhi during his college trip, one of his friends suggested him to buy a photo of Lord Krishna when they were at Madhura, the birth-place of lord Krishna. As she is his well-wisher, Swaminathan, without any questions, somehow, bought the photo and gave it to Sankara Iyer who felt like flying in sky. Later, it came to picture that when he died he saw seeing that photo which he framed and decorated with flowers. 


His ceremonies held at the same house where he was born, brought-up and died. All his friends and relatives prayed for his soul rest in peace.


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Very happy that, as a journalist, I did my duty. 


Grandpa, I know, you will be having a wi-fi facility at heaven. Even though, you have zero-idea about blog, I know you would be reading this blog from heaven. Now, you are known to all your grandsons' circle.




I am so happy and thank you for reading about my grandpa spending your valuable time. Usually, I never name anyone in my blog. But, let me take this opportunity to thank two of my friends who were with me and supported me during his death. One is Mr.S.Jayasankar, who was the one who helped me and advised me to be bold enough to tackle such situations. Real friends are known when you are in extreme worst condition. Out of his deed, he won my heart and I cannot forget his help. Next is Ms. P. Madhusalini, who shouldered me throughout those days and till cheering up me. I have no word to thank her for the one which did. God bless them.


Will come up with a good post in future. Sorry again for this long interval.


Bye


Cheers,
Swami/Vinoth

Blood(y) characters !

This post may be a thorn-prick for many and a thought-reflector for others. Even though I contradict with many westernized life-style, one character (born by birth I think), I admire is the ‘human courtesy’.

I would like to devote this post to some of the, I am sorry, many of the contacts in my mobile phone and e-mail account who showed me a great ‘respect’.

I hope many of us would have come across this situation:

You will be in need of any help or immediate information. You will be asking anyone in an emergency, while that person will casually neglect you by simply seeing your sms or your call. However, the receiving end never knows the importance of the emergency. The pathetic among them is, irrespective of age, academics and profession, everyone do the same.

 A simple question for them: “Do you know what basic mannerism is?” When a person spends his/her valuable time calling/texting/mailing you, why don’t you take a responsibility to answer for their queries. Well, many can justify quoting their bottleneck schedule. If you are not willing to have a communication with x or y, just reject the call if it is a mobile or just respond through e-mail not to disturb anymore. At least, the receiving end will be communicated something. Instead, just letting the phone call ring or mail fill the mailbox is not a good sign of any better relationship. People with such idiocy character will, always respond our call or mail when they nurture any profit out of it.

This systematic approach is found only in India. Just search for any foreign university, just mail them enquiring about anything. Even though, if your mail does not values for you and does not provide them any benefits, I can bet, within 48 hours (except weekends), you will get a reply by any means. That is called as human courtesy. They grow because of such basic characters. But, in India, be it a friendly sms or an official mail, the importance will never be given. So only we are lagging and I am sure, without uprooting such unhealthy characters from us, we can never reach the sky (However, I have seen in many cases- only empty vessels make much noise).

Responding others’ need is also a way of humanity. Just letting them howl on one side and if we are busy with our own works, is definitely a way of inhuman and unethical activities.

 This post also refers me, and is like beating self with own slippers if I have not responded any of your important situations. And amidst many irresponsible characters, there are a few who really make me feel proud- My Research Methodology subject Professor Rev Dr Victor Sunderaj, my kinder-garden friends Karthika and Preethi. They will respond me whenever time Hats-off to them.

News received while writing this post: 

June 14 is going to be an unforgettable day in my life. Today is my one and only sister’s birthday. Adding feather to the cap, my friend Mrs Iswarya Anup has given birth to a boy baby this evening. While all my friends, predicted it would be a girl child, I was the one to predict it to be a boy. I am very happy to hear this news and I wish that boy a great future.  Making a boy sustain in this world is really a tough task and the role of mother is inevitable. Hope my friend would face many challenges. All the best Mrs Iswarya and Mr Anup

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அனால் கல்லூரியை விட்டு வெளியேறும் பலருக்கு நல்ல இடத்தில வேலை கிடைப்பது சிம்மசொர்ப்பணம். அந்த விதத்தில், நான் வேலை பார்த்த இடத்தில என்னை மிகவும் மரியாதையுடனும், கண்ணியத்துடனும் நடத்தினார்கள் என்று தான் சொல்ல வேண்டும்.  எனக்கு பல அடிப்படை விஷயங்களை சொல்லி தந்தவர்கள் அவர்கள். அனால் ஏனோ என்னால் மிகுந்த நெருக்கத்துடன் அவர்களுடன் பழக இயலவில்லை. காரணம், வயது, குடும்ப சூழல் ஆகியவை. அனால்,  அவற்றையும் மீறி,என்னையும் மதித்து,  என்னுடன் சகஜமாக பழகி என்னுடன் நட்பு பாராட்டிய பலருக்கு இங்கு நான் நன்றி கடமை பட்டிருக்கிறேன். குறிப்பாக இருவர் பற்றி சொல்லாமல் என்னால் இருக்க முடியாது.... ஒருவர் நண்பர் விநாயக்-இவரை பற்றி எழுதியாகிவிட்டது... மற்றொருவர் திரு G கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தி (GK ) ... என்னுடைய ஆசிரியர்... இவரை பற்றி ஆங்கிலத்தில் ஒரு தனி பதிவு எழுத அடுத்த பதிவு காத்திருக்கிறது....

மற்ற சக நண்பர்களில் குறிப்பிட்டு சொல்ல, எங்கள் பிரிவில் வேலை பார்த்த சதீஷ், சுகன்யா, ஜனனி, திருமதி லக்ஷ்மி ராஜாமணி அம்மா, ஸ்ரீராம், வசிதரன் ஆகியோரும், சக பிரிவுகளில் என்னுடன் பணியாற்றிய திரு வெங்கட்ராமன், காளியப்பன், சத்யா, ஞானசேகர்,சுரேஷ், சூசை ராஜ், ரெமி ஜூஸ், விஜி அண்ணன், நவீன், எங்கள் நிறுவனம் அமைந்து இருக்கும் கட்டிடத்தின் பாதுகாவலர்  ரமேஷ் அண்ணன் ஆகியோருக்கும் எப்பொழுதும் என்னை ஊக்க படுத்திய/படுத்தும் திருச்சி கிளையின் மேலாளர் திரு கணேசன் அவர்களுக்கும் மற்ற அனைவருக்கும் மிகுந்த நன்றிகளை தெரிவித்து கொள்கிறேன். ஒரு நாள் கூட என் மனது நோகும் படி இந்த அலுவலகத்தில் ஒருவர் கூட நடந்து கொண்டதில்லை என்றே சொல்ல வேண்டும். மேல குறிப்பிட்ட அனைவருக்கும் என் மேல் என்றுமே தனி அக்கறை உண்டு. என் முன்னேற்றத்தில் தனி கவனம் செலுத்தினர், அவர்கள் பேச்சில் பல தடவை நான் உணர்ந்து இருக்கிறேன்.

இவர்கள் ஒருபுறம் இருந்தாலும்  ஒரு வருடம் முன்பு எனக்கு திருச்சி கிளையில் வேலை இருக்கிறது என்பதை தெரிவித்து, திருச்சி வரு பொழுதெல்லாம் என்னை பல நல்ல யோசனைகளை தந்து எனது பெயர் தமிழகம் முழுவதும் பார்க்கும் வகையில் "தேர்தல்" சிறப்பு பக்கத்தில் அச்சிட செய்து என்றும் என்னுடைய முன்னுதரணமாக இருக்கும் டெபுடி ரெசிடென்ட் எடிட்டர் திரு பாபு ஜெயகுமார் அவர்களுக்கு மிகுந்த நன்றிகள். நான் எப்பொழுது உங்களை அழைத்தாலும், எந்த அவசர வேலையாக இருந்தாலும், எவ்வளவு கோபமாக இருந்தாலும் நீங்கள் சொல்லும் ஒரே வார்த்தை, "சொல்லு பா ஸ்வாமிநாதன், என்ன ஸ்டோரி ?". உங்கள் நல்ல குணம் உங்களை உயர்ந்த  இடத்தில வைத்திருக்கிறது. நான் வேலையே ராஜினமா செய்த பின்னும் என்னுடைய ஆராய்ச்சிக்கு உதவி செய்ய உங்களது வழக்கமான புன்னகையுடன் நீங்கள் ஒத்து கொண்டது உங்களின் பெருந்தன்மையை காட்டுகிறது. 

இனி அடுத்து அமைய போகும் வேலை எப்படி இருக்கும் என்று கொஞ்சம் கூட தெரியாது. நான் சேர்ந்த ஓரிரு மாதங்களில் கூட நான் வேலையே விட்டு நீக்கப்படலாம், அனால், ஒன்று மட்டும் நிச்சயம், மாற்றம் இல்லாமல் வாழ்கை இல்லை. "கலகம் பிறந்தால் தான் வழி கிடைக்கும்" 

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அடுத்து, சொல்ல வேண்டும் என்றல், கொஞ்ச காலமாக திருமண செய்திகள் காதில் வந்த வண்ணம் உள்ளன..... முதலில்  உயிர் தோழிகள் லக்ஷ்மி சரண்யா , ப்ரீத்திமா நிச்சியதார்த்தம், பின் உறவினர் ராஜா திருமணம், பள்ளி நண்பன் ராதாகிருஷ்ணன் திருமணம், பின்,  கல்லூரியில் என்னுடன் படித்த  ஐஸ்வர்யா திருமணம் , சுகன்யா நிச்சியதார்த்தம், தேவகி நிச்சயதார்த்தம்/ திருமணம், என்னுடன் தொடக்க கல்வி காலத்தில் மொட்டை தலையுடன் முதல் மதிப்பெண் மட்டுமே பெரும், என் அம்மா எப்பொழுது வந்தாலும் என் வண்டவாளங்களை தண்டவாளம் ஏற்றிய, 'முதல் ரேங்க்' கார்த்திகா திருமணம், 

இது எல்லாவற்றுக்கும் மேலாக, பல நாட்கள் நாங்கள் ஆவலோடு எதிர்பார்த்த, எங்கள் கல்லூரியில் எங்கள் நண்பர் குழுவில் ஒருவராக இருந்த, நண்பர் ஜெய்சங்கர் வீட்டில் நாங்கள் அடித்த கொட்டங்கள் அனைத்தையும் அறிந்த, எங்களுடன் சரி சமமாக உட்கார்ந்து உணவு உண்ணும், தனக்கு வாங்கி வரும் சிற்றுண்டிகளில் எங்களுக்கும் சரி சம பங்கு கொடுத்து, தனது இருக்கை  முழுவதும் நாங்கள் சூழ்ந்து ஆக்கிரமித்த போதும் கோபம் கொள்ளாமல், எப்பொழுதும் சிரித்த முகத்துடன் எங்களுக்கு பக்க பலமாக இருக்கும், எனக்கு மிகவும் பிடித்த ஆசிரியை ரேவதி மேடம் அவர்களுக்கு திருமணம்.  இந்த செய்தியை முதலில் அவர்கள் என்னிடம் சொன்னதும் தலை கால் புரியவில்லை. அவர் இன்னும் எங்கள் அனைவருக்கும் ஒரு நல்ல சகோதரியாகவும் நல்ல தோழியாகவும் உள்ளார்..... 

மேலே சொன்ன அனைவரும் மிகுந்த மகிழ்ச்சியுடன் இல் வாழ்வை தொடங்க பழனி முருகனை வேண்டுகிறேன். காலம் இல்லாமையால் சரியாக பதிய இயலவில்லை. நேரம் இருக்கும் பொழுது அரசியல் பற்றி கொஞ்சம் எழுத வேண்டும்...இப்பொழுது  "மாதர் குளம் வாழ்க" என்று மட்டும் சொல்லி முடிக்கிறேன்....

NIGHT OWL

Hello readers! Hope you had your left index finger inked. Even I did so. It was such a wonderful experience first-time to be given an opportunity to be a participant of a process deciding the fate of more than 6 crore civilians (of course, if the DMK which is a influenza, sorry, typing ‘error’, which has a high 'influence' over the Race Course Road, New Delhi, landslides, it is the fate of the nation [I leave it to you to decide whether the fate is good or bad?] as, we are identified as a son/daughter of ‘spectrum’ soil by fellow Indians). Anyways, like you, even my tooth biting my nails to know who is going to be shown the gate. Nothing in my life has went smooth first-handed. Be it my job or a college-seat or getting good friends or even buying a pen etc. I initially select the wrong, but, with that experience, will select the best among the option later (of course, as you hum, even I am much confused on this theorem when it comes to my marriage. Let us solve this half-a-decade later).

And coming to this post, I would love to write about the ‘OWL’ life I made recently before my organisation altered my worked time. I believe I am posting this blog when many of you were in sound sleep and the flip may happen when you read this. Of course, it would be a tough time for anyone to work against the nature. However, by following this profession - fondly termed a ‘watch dog’, one has to face bitter time with many street dogs.

My office gets over by 2 am. Of course, in my night shift tenure, almost, any of my associates drop me at my home. Days will be rough and tough in their absence. I cannot explain the happiness once I unlock my house. Such was the experience I had in the ‘journey’ from office to home by walk. It is similar when we clear a stage/level after successfully escapes from the hurdles while playing video games (like Super Mario, islander). I will start from my office. Within ten foot-steps, the first ‘gangsters’ comes. They are the group of street dogs who will stare at me adding a small rumble.  As their place is near to my office, I don’t care much as I could call someone for help.

However, when I advance further, the enemy of my first enemy enters the scene. It would be the ‘meows’, who, at uncountable times, has panicked me by running frightened after seeing me. Feeling happy that there is even someone to be afraid of me, I will just foot some more steps. This is the start for the most critical moment as you would have to cross a nasty ditch where a swine’s group, without any alarm, suddenly crosses the road where you are walking. After that I would have completed 50% walking, which again in turn, a bittersweet experience. I can neither run home nor did get back to office as I will be easy to catch if a dog starts chasing me.  Then what will come is not any animal, but the cops on the duty, seeing my physical appearance, asks where I am from, what I do etc but after coming to know that I am a scribe, tells “Sir, why can’t you go home in a two-wheeler? Anyways, you can go sir”.

And the worst was yet to come. Just imagine, vexed of being a single and you are still on the look-out for a good partner, while many of your friends are committed, how will you feel when a ‘dog-couple’(who were younger to you), irks you daily by being ‘happy’ near the street-corners? Of course, I had to witness such sequence of scenes working at wee hours.

And after that, I will walk along the roads of Thillai Nagar, a busy road of Tiruchy (like a T Nagar for Chennai). Being very busy in the day, the road wears deserted look post sunshine.  Buses and Lorries will follow their own guidelines while driving in dark.  There comes a mentally retorted dog which has an excellent track record of tasting the flesh of many who walk on the road during the night. Of course, one of my successor in my office, in whose chair, I am sitting now has been victimised for this.  After crossing the dog and the knee-jerk moments, I will enter my home after buying anything to eat from a 24/7 bakery near my house-the only satisfaction for me. One day after feeling happy that I am safe, I opened the main gate of my house and was walking towards my room. The path for my room will be very dark and it was around 2.45 am when a sudden sound near me, someone shouting “Ammmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..”. My God! I was almost dead to experience that in the dark. Later I came to know that it was the sound from the health centre for mentally retorted. Now you can know how pacified I would have felt after locking my room! However, thanks to my family friend who parcelled me his old cycle for my domestic use. In a way I am proud to become the only “Cycle Journalist” in the country. Yes, it is a different experience when you go for reporting in a bicycle. Actually riding a bicycle is…………………….. hey sorry sorry.. I do not want to eat your time anymore. I would like to write about that in forthcoming posts. Bye for now.  See you…..

Cheers

Swami/Vinoth

For my dear successors! (very very very long post-Busy people stay away )

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With the blessings of Pazhani Dhandayuthapani God

Hello all ! Very pleased to post in very short intervals. I am happy to see the visit counts mounting a 4-digit number (1018) as of now. I know my 'poverty' in language. Despite, the encouragement given for the posts over the phone/sms is boosting.  However, I would be happier to see more comments. The major grim I find with others is, they do not either understand/feel disassociated/do not have time to spend time on this. I have to agree as in recent times only I have started reading others’ words. However, I thank you all who spend time on reading my posts. Hope to post more in the forthcoming days.

Among my posts, this will be useful for someone at least to some extent, I think. Here I am going to give some advises and suggestions for my beloved juniors who are about to finish their course in my alma-maters. I believe that committing a mistake is not wrong, letting a mistake again is a crime. I would like to ensure that my juniors should never make another Swaminathan in those situations I made mistakes. So, I would like to give what I missed as a junior.

I would like to start with my juniors doing M.Sc. (Media and Communication) in Holy Cross College. I really like your class even though the moments we spent together are limited. A typical example for a class with don’t care master attitude. I could see future media professionals in boys and media professors in girls. I am sure those girls were trained in such a way they can handle a research class for any set of media students in Chennai. That is the way you have been trained in the last couple of years. For girls who wish to study more, I would suggest move ahead- no more second thought. As far as the guys, you have to mould yourself more. Because, regardless of any field, in a couple of months, you are going to compete with brainy outcomes from colleges like  ANNA University, Loyola, ACJ, MOP, Ethiraj, WCC, PSG, MCC, AMRITA and the list goes on. In addition to this students from various other communication schools across Tamil Nadu will find Chennai a favourable place for career building. Coming from a rural/urban background, you will definitely need some time to get accustomed with the work life here (even though you might have done your internships here). You have to develop your communication skills and contacts. Because, students from Chennai will have more contacts than you and they can find a job in a fraction of a milli-second.
So, act fast and start searching jobs and if you are rejected simply ask them why you were rejected and try to overcome it. Happy if you have found it in your internship itself. I wish you all the best and guys, you will make it challenging your hurdles. For your understanding I have written in a simple language (which was one time a professional English for me).

And, my juniors in Anna University, I may not suggest you as many of you would have received your offer letters by now. Where ever you go, whatever you do, never forget our department which is going to give you and your family, the bread and butter for rest of your life. Especially, I always feel proud of my ‘integrated’ juniors – a class which have climate change champions, VFX experts, lens-men, Netherland University exposed, programming whizzes, political communicators and as you name it. Not just your course is integrated, but your class itself is integrated with bonds of good relationships. I am sure 50% of your class will be an impact in the society by one way or the other. You are blessed to get such batch mates (of course, I am more blessed as I think my batch mates are the best). I pray my lord Murugan at the top of Palani to give you a happy life and I am sure you will face tough times to see the different false people in the outside world-till these time you were thinking that your class is your world right? Welcome to the outside world. And Science and Technology Communication juniors, I think placements are at finger-count. As my contribution, when one of my friend who runs a consultancy asked me for 10 content writers for an American Company in Chennai( am not sure). I said him, you would be the right cluster to select and interested juniors send me your resume. I will try my best. And my beloved 2 years successors, you are my straight juniors but I feel shame I do not know much about you. Anyways if you are yet to be placed, listen carefully. I hope some 1 month left for you to hold ‘student’. So, as a student start knocking the doors of the companies. For example, if you are interested in Advertising, collect the list of ad agencies and call that agency and tell them you want to interview the executives for your college project. Take an issue and frame some questions and interview them. The reason I am telling you is if you are searching for a job and if u go after 2 months you will be dammed by the security. But, when you know a person inside you can tell security that you came to meet so and so for official purpose. Like this if u cover 5 companies in a day, I am sure you will definitely find a job within a month. So, move ahead.If nothing works out, simply apply for an M.Phil. as you will be a fresher even after a dozen months and within that time, you can find a job. Apart from that never forget to guide your juniors in the best way as it is your duty.

Apart from that note down some websites which would help you find a job in media. http://jobsmedia.in/ for all type of jobs. www.agencyfaqs.com for jobs related to advertising, www.exchange4media.com for all type of jobs. 

And for those ‘kids’ pursuing your UG in  A M Jain and Holy Cross, if you would like to work, no problem. But, my suggestion is have a PG because after 5 years an Under Graduate degree may have no more reception in the market and nothing wrong in updating your knowledge. For those who want to do their PG, well, you have made a good decision. Search for good college and enroll soon. If you ask me which college to select, I will index you a ‘Temple of Learning’ in Guindy  which ‘manufactures’ around 100 media professionals every year. A place where journalism professors will turn life-time friends and help you report your future without mistake, television production professors who will even fight against the whole world to take you for a tour and will always stand by you for anything you do and will never say ‘cut’ or ‘retake’ for anything (even if you make her wait till 9 pm), an advertising professor who always cares  about her students and always motivates the students to dream high and a senior professor who himself will stand an identity and whose name you can use anywhere in the media industry and  at the outset a ‘captain’ who has declared a ‘disciplined freedom’. I swear with the food I eat, I have never seen such a department as I have experiences three types of colleges in my life.

Coming next, if you are in Tamil Nadu, you would probably be getting ready to write your own fate for the next five years. I am much happy with what things are going on. I would like to analyze the 2006-2011 after this election as this post going to be the need of the hour. But please vote for a party which would do at least 10% of what Gujarat Chief Minister Narendra Modi has done for his soil. Of course, we are not that lucky to be ruled by a great ruler like him.

My hands are paining-Such a long post-first copy-unedited. Sorry if you find any grammatical errors. 

Cheers

Swami/Vinoth

History proved again, in my life too

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With the blessings of Pazhani Dhandayuthapani God

How are you people? Hope everything holds good in your life. 

I am sure, post April 2, 2011, any Indian residing/visiting an alien nation would have got a new identity. He/She, if representing India among a cluster of people from various nations will be identified as the international cricket champion. After that '(w)incredible' show in home soil, team India has added feather to its cap. 

A person, highly influenced by sentiments, I bow to the harmful effects meted out by me to the Nation . I have a wonderful track record of making the team lose by spectating the matches. So, as a safety measure, I always refrain myself from watching the match. I well remember, it was 2003, team India, without being spectated by me made a splendid performance in the league and semis. With the gushing desires, challenging my routine sentiments, I decided to watch our finals against Australia, the then champions. Hope, with the match results, I need not tell why I do not witness any match from the toss-whirling   till prize distribution.

It was the day of the grand finale, I was in Chennai, for a leisure and to meet one of my kindergarten colleague. It was Saturday, and while my hands were itching to watch the match, my previous experiences made me not to watch the match, but listen the score every now and then. When the situation was going tough I was sure about watching the match, but I am not iron-heartened to hold the guilt if the team loses. So, I was updated through the internet. Then at the end, I could no more control the feel of watching the match which led me to go away from my house and pack up things to Tiruchy. 

I was getting a ticket in Mambalam railway station which had no commuters which is not a routine. There were only some ten heads in the railway station, half of them busy with their mobile either sms/calling their contacts for score updates. The busy streets of T.Nagar and West Mambalam were without its usual crowds. I could recognise the fours and sixes of Dhoni through the 'wild' happiness expressed by the fans watching the match in the street corners. I was waiting for the train, just switching on the radio in my mobile. I like to thank the "Solli adi" game in Hello Fm 106.4- for their splendid commentary when i was listening. I just entered the compartment seeing many people around me eagerly waiting for someone to update the score. I crossed Kodambakkam, when the team wanted some 4 runs to win I think. At that time high tension prevailed in the compartment and 80% of the passengers in the compartment surrounded my mobile which was their only medium to communicate. When Dhoni knocks a great six leading India to win, the whole compartment celebrated and we could hear same type of happy voices from other compartments. Everyone hugged me and expressed their feelings. The first time I realised and recognised cricket as a relegion in the country. Even a beggar who was there to 'earn' for his dinner questioned me by raising his thumbs. My positive reply made even him happy. Besides this, we could see the New-year like celebrations near the tracks. 

When I stepped down in Egmore railway station and entered wrongly into another platform which I was not supposed to, a Andhra-Kerala train was boarding there. When I told the information to one passenger there, the news spread over the train like a forest fire. I was really happy to play the communicator role to make my fellow Indians happy. At last Dhini's presence and my absence won a WC for our nation.

Many of my friends take a dig on me for believing such sentiments, which they name 'silly'. As usual, I fall on my own advice. I have many sentiments like, getting success if i take any initiative after informing a person, will always fails, if i tell another person. I spelling this after having rich experiences with those people. I have tried even against the sentiments which, till now, have ended up in failure. Even I always want to come out of that myth, but unable to. Because,in this globe where nothing remains permanent, sticking to some set of people for every positive signs is impossible.However, I feel that the system may continue, but some other set of people will replace the old one. Anyways, I watched the match on youtube the very next day after reaching Tiruchy. 

Besides all this, when I entered my train and was about to sleep just thought (Just for fun) , "How it would be if i entered a ladies compartment by 'mistake' and informed them our victory?". Oh my God ! My goodness, I entered a general compartment!

Hence a history proved, Once again.....