A QUOTE..interestin one..

Indian Marriage is all about HOW TO MANAGE A HUSBAND..Happiness in life is proportional to how well that is done....

"SWITCH OFF THE LIGHTS"

It was quite unusual for 40 odd Mexxians to be present in a final sem mech class and today was one such day.Our class,which is in the first floor of a new block was just recently electrified,and the bright smiling tube lights and quiet running fans were a "living proof".Although the sem is almost coming to an end, for most of us,sitting in class was both refreshing and thrilling -a vacation from the tiring whole day cuts and bunks,which was evident from our happy faces. We were all in a get together mood with a rock concert in background,only difference being our faculty,taking the place of the rock singer and our series exam papers taking the place of his guitar.The subject dealt with Energy conversion and the faculty was better known as "_"(hope you get the name,if u didn't,the name is synonymous with a commonly used character in email IDs , tats the biggest clue I can give) , a short young man in his 30s ,with a predictable blue jeans+ tucked in check shirt attire and generously itchy at times.Distribution of guitar(exam papers of course) got over pretty soon with a display of array of marks ranging from single digit to up to 90%.When finished,he carefully opened the old red bind book of his,turning the pages carefully as though expecting the black and white pictures to come into life as he looked at each of them.Soon the magic words came "So....write this down..".A mass grumbling followed by bang on desks followed.The words seemed to be dancing out from his mouth singing some "other world" language song as they did.BlahBlah clu clu gla gla pem pem chhaa chaa chaa.....he continued.He went on with some illustrations on how one can conserve energy and stuff.The intention was to add fun,but with a failed mission,he changed track."Guys.. haven't you guys seen the Ad in which film stars come and ask us to switch off the lights??",..BANG..Off went all the fans and tubes.He was awestruck by this "phenomenon" and the whole class was laughing out loud. "Come back.."he told the class regaining his composure and BANG....the lights and fans were back in action.This time even the most emotionless guy(lets not name him) was LOL..Not uttering another word,our Hero "_" took the attendance sheet and called out ATTENGUNDENCEEEEE....

Education – An Illustrative Report (Autopsy)

Recently, I happened to enter into a casual talk with one of my juniors – a small lean girl and a first year. That seems an improbable start – so here’s how it started. 6 of us, all final years, were gathered at one of our favourite hangouts of the college, better known as the ‘Mexx Point’. Our college comprises of 4 tiers of buildings connected by steps. The Mexx point, in fact, connects the second and the third tiers. Its builder must’ve been an amazing architect, for, in addition to offering shade the whole day, its secluded construction offers much privacy. The time was 5 minutes past 4 and most of the first years were on their way back home. ‘Meeting’ first years too was nothing new for us final years, and this time, it was the small, lean girl who got the call. She was greeted by a bunch of usual questions by all of us, taking turns. One answer led to another question and so on.
“Have you read The Ramayana?”, asked one of us. “I’ve read it as a story, but I’m not familiar with the poem version.”, she replied. “Who’s your favourite character?”, came the counter-question. “Sita”, she demurely answered. All of us were curious and questioned her again about the reasons. “Sita was brave. She did not surrender to Rama’s male chavunism and died instead.”
(Sriram was a male chavunist? WOW ..that was news to me!)
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Yet another day,
Halfway through my lunch in the canteen, I received a call. It was one of my juniors. “Bro, a six year old girl who is a cancer patient, urgently needs blood. Could you please arrange for it? Two persons of any blood group will do. I’m at the Regional Cancer Center, now.” Now, blood donation was not new to our college. Every week, at least one person donates blood to the needy. But this was an urgent call that deserved quick action. I caught a first year and asked him to get two people from his class, after passing on the contact number of the person who needs blood. As expected, he returned after five minutes, answering that no one was willing to donate blood. “They are afraid, period.”
Even he wasn’t willing to donate.
[Blood donation is crime! Now, this is news too!]
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The outcome of the two incidents is omitted out of irrelevance, but, they show how educated our youth really is. As evident, Ignorance, and cowardice better describe education in our context.
Indian mythology is a symbolic representation of various moral values that man ought to keep. A set of stories, truth or fiction, are written to teach man various ethics and morals. Our ancestors must have incorporated these stories so that the youth find it easy to learn values – otherwise raw and boring. The media too has played a significant role in picturizing stories in ways more than one. If picture stories in magazines were the first to show up, cartoons and mythical characters in 3D are the latest crop. The intention of such representation is still good. Instead of imbibing the stuff in these representations, our youth go to the extent of chanting “Wheel Bhakti Vandana, Om Namah Shivaya”, instead of the classic three-word-treatise to Lord Shiva. And some even call Rama a “male chavunist”.
Leaving the story intact, the ‘moral value part’ has been lost somewhere in between and self-created explanations have replaced them. ‘Criticism’ started playing its role at the wrong place even before ‘understanding’ had its first dialogue. “Male chavunist Rama” is a shocking example in this regard.
MORAL: “Keep your mouths closed. Open your eyes and ears.” Imbibe the stuff first, and then think of blaring out.
The reason that scared the first years in the second illustration was , probably, the wrong message that has got into the minds of these cowards that one has a high chance to procure AIDS and other STD’s while donating blood! Whereas, fact is that it’s spread only through reused syringes and used blood packets that’ve been in contact with an HIV career’s blood.
Surveys boast about Kerala’s 90% literacy-rate. But come to think of it, literacy is a huge farce.
Critics and renowned educationalists vocally debate about the prominence of education over literacy. Education is the real goal, they argue.
But I would like to correct them and say that education is mere ‘parrot talk’, awareness is the key to empowerment. If these ‘educated’ kids with 15 years of excellent schooling refuse to donate blood, I will be forced to say that education is nonsense; awareness is what makes real sense. In today’s world, anyone who can mug things up can call himself ‘educated’ in a matter of a few years. But awareness is something superlative and requires a luxury called “thinking skills”, towards its accomplishment. If awareness was part and parcel of the youth who couldn’t care more about the value of human life in peril using the pretext of “fear of donating blood”, numerous volunteers would have come up, every time an urgent call for blood came in.
MORAL: “Make yourself aware. Don’t waste your time in education.” Don’t just mug up things, think for sometime in between.
Now comes the big question – Who will make the ignorant and the cowards, aware?
Articles like mine can only guide, but self awareness is the real answer

It Hurts..

It hurts..
When U lend your shoulder to let
everyone climb the wall,and when
its your turn,u see none around

It hurts
when U cover your thorns carefully to
not prick anyone,and get pricked from behind
by the ones for whom u were being careful

It hurts...It really does...

It feels Good...

It feels good...
-when U share ur words with someone and they say..'I feel so good and motivated'
-when U lend ur ears to someone and they express 'I feel so relaxed and complete after talking to U'
-when U spend time with someone and they say 'I feel so comfortable when I am with U'
It feels so good when I am 'U'...but rarely have I known how it feels to be 'I'...