Monthly Archives: November 2009

Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir: A shame on human ethics


School is where we learn how to treat fellow humans, how to show respect and manners to elders and those who are suffering. My blog is about a school, which I visited yesterday and had the worst of the experience in my lifetime.

The school I am mentioning about is Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir, elamakkara, Ernakulam. It is one of the schools in the Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan group of schools. And I also came to know the schoolis famous for its reputation, fees and the quality of teaching.  Let me explain the situation to the readers and allow the readers to collect their thoughts.This will help to explain my views rather than justifying it.

The school hosted the public exam for ‘Corporation Bank’ clerk selection. And I was accompanying my wife, who was also a candidate. This school was the only venue for Kerala state. So, the number of candidates and the parents accompanying is imaginable. I met candidates from almost all districts of Kerala. The exam was scheduled for 9:30 Am. I reached the school by 7 Am, since  it was too far, and at a place I was not sure off. So, I went to the school straight from the Railway station. This was the case with most of the candidates. Majority of them, who travelled long distances, reached very early.

The scene at the school was like this: Gate closed and chained. The candidates and parents straying on the road. Since the school gate is right on the road side, all that I could do was stroll on the road. As time kept on running,candidates were flooding the road. Still the gate remained closed. By around 9, road was so filled that cars and bikes had to swim through the road. Still, the gate was closed. By 9:15 am, security told that the candidates could enter the school campus. I think all the balloons of emotions burst at that point. The parents asked the security guards, what a kind of school is this? The exam is supposed to be for another  2 hours and till then all are supposed to stand in the sun. And we are told that it’s the principal’s order.Then voices began to raise. Police also arrived at the scene. And later, after so much fuss, all those who accompanied candidates were allowed to rest at the school bus park and adjacent areas, by tree shades or by concrete railings.

Let me ask a few questions to the people reading this? Is this the right kind way a school should behave? I saw a guy with his 1 year old boy in his hands and standing in the sun, while the kid’s mother just entered the school premises to attend the exam.The school have a vast campus and the exam was conducted in some building in the inner blocks. Why can’t they allow the people to rest some where close to gates from the beginning itself? Is this a kind of culture, a school should reflect. Making people suffer and setting an example. If this is the way, they are behaving to strangers, I wonder how students in that school are punished and taught morals. It’s a shame to the entire school. The best thing they could have done is to open 2-3 class rooms near tha gate in the morning itself and allowing the parents to rest there right away. Instead, they reflected their hideous culture to the society.

What is the impact of this school on me? Too simple. I would never even think to send any of my kids to any school under Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan. I posted this, because I want public to know about this incident. It may seem rather too unimportant, but I feel a School is a holy place which should strive by example, not by cannibal behaviour.

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And the award goes to


I was searching around each nick and corner of my mind to find some effective topics to blog about. But myself being a little idle minded right now, decided to take an award.

Let me honour the sponser of the award first: and its chiz a.k.a Chithira. This is for you Chitz..

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I am being awarded by Chitz as

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rules,directly from Chitz’s rule book

1. Tell 7 things about yourself that nobody else knows.
2. Pass on this award to 7 other people.
3. Comment on their blogs to let them know that they are tagged.

As per the rules here are 7 things that no one knows about me..or which i think most of the people don’t know..

1. I wanted to be a surgeon when I was young.

2. My latest hobby is learning Guitar.

3. I feel awkward when asks me money for lent.

4. I wrote my first love letter at the age of 13.

5. I like to relish chicken kababs.

6. Its difficult for me to control my personal anger.

7. I could not pronounce the alphabet ‘F’ correctly for a very long time when I was young. I used to spell it something like ‘phuuuuuuu’.

And here goes.I am presenting this award and tagging the following fellow bloggers..

Carol , Narayan, Govind

Happy Thanksgiving Day


Thanksgiving, or Thanksgiving Day, celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, at the end of the harvest season, is an annual American holiday to express thanks for one’s material and spiritual possessions. The period from Thanksgiving Day to New Year’s Day often is called the holiday season. Most people celebrate by gathering at home with family or friends for a holiday feast. Though the holiday’s origins can be traced to harvest festivals that have been celebrated in many cultures since ancient times the American holiday has religious undertones related to the deliverance of the English settlers by Native Americans after the brutal winter at Plymouth, Massachusetts.

In the United States, certain kinds of food are traditionally served at Thanksgiving meals. First and foremost, baked or roasted turkey is usually the featured item on any Thanksgiving feast table (so much so that Thanksgiving is sometimes referred to as “Turkey Day”). Stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, sweet corn, other fall vegetables, and pumpkin pie are commonly associated with Thanksgiving dinner. All of these primary dishes are actually native to the Americas or were introduced as a new food source to the Europeans when they arrived.

Thanksgiving was originally a religious observance for all the members of the community to give thanks. The tradition of giving thanks is continued today in various forms. In celebrations at home, it is a holiday tradition in many families to begin the Thanksgiving dinner by saying grace. Found in diverse traditions, grace is a prayer before or after a meal to express appreciation, to be thankful for blessings, or in some philosophies, to express an altruistic wish or dedication.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Spiderman Tabs


I was searching for this for a very long time. Ever since, I heard that in spiderman 2 , played by a older woman in the movie singing to the heart

Spiderman, Spiderman,
Does whatever a spider can.
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies.
Look out! Here comes the Spiderman.

Is he strong? Listen bud
He’s got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead.
Hey there! There goes the Spiderman.

In the chill of the night,
At the scene of the crime,
Like a streak of light,
He arrives just in time!

Spiderman, Spiderman,
Friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
Wealth and fame, he’s ignored
Action is his reward.
To him,
Life is a great big bang-up
Wherever there’s a hang-up,
You’ll find the Spiderman!

And the tabs for its orginal guitar note was something I was searching for. And at last I found it. Here it is below, just in case that any of the blog readers may be looking for it

E|----------|----------|----------------------|
B|----------|----------|----------------------|
G|-------14-|-12-------|-------14-14-12-------|
D|-12-15----|----15-12-|-12-15----------15-12-|
A|----------|----------|----------------------|
E|----------|----------|----------------------|

E|-------------------|------------------------|
B|-------15-13-------|------------------------|
G|-12-15-------15-12-|-------14-14-12---------|
D|-------------------|-12-15----------15-12---|
A|-------------------|------------------------|
E|-------------------|------------------------|

E|--------------------------|
B|--------------------------|
G|-19-18-12-12-10-12--------|
D|-------------------15-12--|
A|--------------------------|
E|--------------------------|

I could not help posting this


Call it poetry or comedy; funny or hilarious. But this is the first piece of literary work scribbled down by my ‘bachelor’ younger bro. Cool thoughts..

Again and again, again, again

Again and again, again, again

When I was single, my pockets were jingle

I want to be single again

I married a wife on then

I married a wife on then

I married a wife

the pain of my life

I want to be single again

My wife – she had fever on then

My wife she had fever

I hope it wont leave her

I want to be single again

My wife she died on then

my wife she died

the joy of my life

I want to be single again

I married another on then

I married another

She was worst than the other

I want to be single again..

Sachin – A Legendary Life


Some people live and die. They doesn’t leave much behind to remember. But some live, such that others live to become like them. We call them Legend. In their life time, they are living heros. An icon without replica. Today, my blog page pays homage to the legendary cricketer , my countryman, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

Sachin

Sachin

Achievements and talent are beyond barriers. May it be in arts, literature or sports, there is always an exceptional performer. He stands above the limits of time and character. Sachin, in his 20 years of cricketing career, redefined all that was written in the history of cricket. to his name.

Speaking more about him is just replicating history. So, let him play on and on… and the cricket rolls with him.

A MileApart


He was staring at her. His eyes were locked with her eyes. he could see her that were transfixed on him. He felt like it it keep on looking at him, even if he closed his eyes forever. In her eyes, he saw his entire life winding out again.

Those eyes.. years flew behind him. He was standing at that lonely corridor. He was waiting. he knew she will be coming this way. It was in her he felt his dreams coming true. His aspirations to build life revolved around her and he was waiting. Waiting to her that she will make his life. But he was confused. How will he tell everything in his mind to her, when she is accompanied by her usual ring of friends. he hated them for not giving him his space, for not allowing to make his heart opened out to her. Still he waited with hope. And now he could hear the faint music of her anklets. he always enjoyed that. When she walks, he felt the music of her anklets drives him to another world. And he waited with his eyes transfixed to the end of the corridor from where he could hear her coming. Something stuck him hard. he couldn’t hear the usual chitchat and the  noise that her friends made? Ss she coming alone? Does she knew that He was waiting for him? His heart pounded fast.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. There she comes. A few books were pressed to her bosom, eyes fixed on him, she was walking straight to him. He was stunned. She stood in front of him as if she was waiting for him to speak out. He felt like if he doesn’t speak now, it isn’t going to happen forever.And in that empty corridor of the college, he laid his life in front of her. She heard everything with utter patience. Her eyes gleamed as if she was waiting to hear this for a very long time. And thus,she stepped her foot into his life.

Life –  A long life of togetherness. They enjoyed every moment of it. At times, they were afraid that new life born into their world will take away their love. But they were wrong. The bond they made went stronger and stronger and build a life and gave life to their two children. They lived their life, caring them and watching them make their own life and fly away. They weren’t sad about it. After all, they flew once to live their life.

All their life, her eyes spoke to him and it does today too. These long years of life hasn’t taken that youth of the young girl who decided to share her life with that man who loved her more than his life. And their she sits – right in front of me. Her long jet black hair gave place to white silver lines. her cute cheeks were crumbled by the sagging signs of old age. But still her sweet eyes stared at me, asking me what was in my mind. I shouted out to her, that I still love you more than my life and want you more than ever. But no sound came out of my mouth. Lying in that hospital bed, and watching her beside me, and realizing that the life is bidding farewell to me, I saw her hand right next to my hand. It was a inch away, but I felt it like miles. I couldn’t life my hand to touch her. My eyes looked at her with all the love in the world. As always, she knew my heart. She laid aside me, with her head resting on my shoulders and her hand tied across me.

I felt the warmth of life leaving my body. But my soul could feel the warmth of my love that followed me even at the very end.

Hi all, this is my first feeble attempt towards scribbling my imaginations. Please let me know your valuable inputs as comments.