Ricky

The little gentleman
comes with me to wait for the bus at the stop
then gets bored and walks back home.
The youngest of our family,  four years old, but smarter than all of us. 

He hates bath. He loves cake.
He throws my stuffed elephant all over the place!
The chap who waits for his dinner every night. The apple of our eyes.
He runs around the house. Hates to be alone. He steals my big brother's pillow.
The white bow-tie printed by nature on his chest, on his dark coat.
His chestnut eyes staring at me, so hoping to get a treat for being cute.

The red scarf around his neck, as he trots around the neighbourhood,
the children around calling his name. 

He talks to us sometimes, with words like “Augh!” or “Gaaarh!”
to convey his yearning for attention.
The one who welcomes me first home after a long day at school.
But beware, for if his ears are low, and he is too nice,
it means, he has been jumping on my bed, doing what he knows he must not do.
He gets jealous fast and jumps at any human taking mama's attention.
He believes he is the only one, like any spoilt child. 

He may seem sleepy, but he is ever alert,
to hear the rustle of the bread wrapper,
succeeding the opening of the freezer-door.
He rushes down, from his comfy chair, off to the kitchen, to receive his share.
He returns, the slice of frosty bread in his mouth, tasty as it is.
But he cries.Why? Because he needs assistance to divide it into easily eatable pieces,
the slice alone is far too large, for his teeth to fragment.

He may be cute, though this is but a disguise.
He causes trouble, gnarling under my brother's pillow,
awaking my sister at 7:00 AM on a Sunday, in pursuit of a morning walk.
He hops around in the rainy season. At his arrival in the interiors,
he leaves his brown marks wherever he trots.
The Dibby, as we call him, as naughty as they come,
through the open door of the house, he runs to the other,
a way far shorter than that which goes around.

His dignity is high. As proud as he is, he will not allow distractions.
He's busy! Can't you see!? His walk is important!
Do not call him from the upper floor when he is out.
He will look at you, demanding an answer,
making you feel like a fool for having called.
He... He has 'class'.
He is Ricky.

For those who can't understand, this is the routine week of my dear Dog, Ricky. He's black/dark brown, with two small, white triangles on his chest, making him look really good when he sits down. Ricky has many nicknames like Dibby, Dibbydoo, 'Ki, Cookie, Black fellow (No offense intended), and “short, dark and handsome,” Richard the Chickenheart, Prince (my sister's usage exclusively) and so on. He's a great dog. He seems to think of himself as our master and us as his servants. So, I hope he doesn't read this when I'm not looking and rip my elephant to bits for it. 

Big thanks to Mellanie ma'am for the suggestion and for inviting me to the blog. (You're doing a great job as the blog administrator. Keep up the good work!). I hope this post is satisfactory. Sorry for any spelling, grammar mistakes, or inappropriate usage of words and for the length. There's much more to mention about Ricky, but I think I've already done a bit too much. 

Thank you for your time.

Why God gave us problems!

The problems that you face, will either defeat you or develop you, depending on how, you respond to them. Unfortunately, most people fail to see, as to how God wants to use problems, for good causes, in their respective lives. They react foolishly, and resent their problems, rather than pausing to consider, as to what benefits, they might bring.

Here are five ways, that God wants to use the problems, in your life:-

1. GOD USES PROBLEMS TO DIRECT YOU.
Sometimes, God must light a fire under you, to get you moving. Problems often point us, in new directions, and motivate us, to change. Is God trying, to get your attention? Sometimes it takes a painful situation to change our ways.

2. GOD USES THEM TO INSPECT YOU 
People, are like tea bags. If you want to know, as to what is inside them, just drop them, into hot water! Has God tested your faith, with a problem? What do problems reveal, about you? When you have many kinds of troubles, you should be full of joy; because you know that these troubles, test your faith; and this will give you, patience."

3. GOD USES THEM TO PERFECT YOU 
Problems, when responded to correctly, are character builders.

God, is far more interested in your character, than in your comfort.

Your relationship with God, and your character, are the only two things that you are going to take with you, into eternity.

"We can rejoice, when we run into problems. They help us learn, to be patient. Patience, develops strength of character, in us; and helps us trust God more, each time that we use it, until finally our hope and faith, are strong and steady."

God, is at work in your life, even when you do not recognize it, or understand it. But it is much easier and more profitable, when you cooperate, with Him.
 

Source - Reader's Digest

Afterlife

We as other sentinent humans comply to undertake a complacent state of existence aimed at deriving self satisfaction often berefting our fellow species of the same.We display a stark indifference to the looming implications of our actions.We remain blissfully ignorant of the possibility of the the existence of the afterlife where our souls will face the repercussions.Different religions proceed to establish a variety of views as to what succeeds our limited tenure as a part of the population.Hindu and Muslim texts proclaim the veracity of reincarnation wherein our individuality or consciousness is transmitted to an newly generated entity resulting in a cycle of transitions of the individuality.On the other hand the Christian and Muslim texts advocate the existence of the afterlife wherein the souls of humans face the repercussions for their prior actions.However the existence of such a dimension provides men an adequate incentive to maintain their morality throughout the course of their subsistence......

The Open Window

Tucked away into a corner
A neglected window alone;
The shafts of light that made it through
Embraced the dark attic.

Dust motes hung in the musty air
No unconscious breeze did stir
The pretty cobwebs that caught the light
Betrayed no signs of life.

Though there was no past no life,
The window was its soul.

But like a dying finch that took flight
Like a withering tree that bloomed
Life flooded the dying room
With the coming of a broken heart that yearned.

Cautious footsteps and excited eyes,
That outshone a thousand stars
Sweeped across, satisfaction spread
Nobody had been there awhile.

Her companion,confidant and friend clutched to her chest,
She decided; this her safe harbor.

Curious eyes that dared peep outside
Hardly discovered much;
But the view through the tightly shut window
Was one that ignited hope.

Buildings that stood once proud, now meek
A dull sky stretched overhead.
The sole symbol of thriving life
A mighty chestnut tree.

A comfort was the silent tree that stood below
Life- a gentle smile at the prospect.

Now she lived a hidden life
A half-life to be lived; or death
Laughter or tears, the slightest mistake
Would be a lure into eternal silence.

Unendurable emotions were trapped within
She longed to just cry out
But how could she? Oh, this living hell
Would death have not been sweeter?

Oh hear! Those passion soaked words she wove
Held more meaning than the world.

Fear of discovery- a constant companion
But with embers of hope buried deep within
She watched them grow, held them close
Lest the darkness extinguish them all.

News of misery, of torture, of death,
Her friend accepted it all
But news of change, a closing war
There was still hope after all.

She squared her shoulders, raised her chin
Come what may, she would endure it all.

Staring out the window, invisible to the world
Tides of time washed over her;
Still standing she emerged
More a woman, less a child.

She sighed over her lover's kiss
Smiled at the thought of family
Her wishes,desires, her dreams, her hopes!
Oh, if only they would come true.....

She explored her thoughts, she learnt so much
And ah, the pain would end soon.

But as her hope reached its peak
It all came crashing down; a betrayal-
She was ripped away from her window of hope
Dragged away into the unknown.

Shoved into an inhuman life;
Her glowing embers put out
She fought so hard, but couldn't bear it all
And she closed her eyes forever.

But those 25 months of hardship and pain
The memory still lived on.

Yet there still existed a window,
In the dark world that concealed her
T'was always shut, so they say,
But in truth it was always open.

The smile that tugged at her resentful lips
The tears that fell from her saddened eyes
The fear that choked her suppressed sobs
The window saw it all.

Oh hear! That hand that scratched in those silent words
Outspoke a hundred hushed whispers.

The chestnut tree that throbbed with life
The key that set her imagination free
The wind that helped her hopes soar high
The window had wished it all.

It was the window that ignited hope
It was the window that kept her sane
It was the window that helped her heart take flight
It was an open window, after all.

The young girl that stood out from so many others
Whose voice was heard above the rest
The young girl who had fought it all
Whose boundless spirit shall never be forgotten.

They say her words changed the world
They say her name was Anne Frank.

The Other 99% - You Can Dare To Lead

This book, written by internationally renowned teacher on leadership, Prof. Debashis Chatterjee, is an excellent book both for those who think they can’t be leaders and for those who already are.

The book intrinsically speaks about every person’s journey of becoming and being the person each one is meant to become, that is, fully alive and self-actualized like a climber reaching the mountain peak as described by him. It is about finding oneself and discovering the immense treasures within; and upon finding it, one is transformed and inevitably moves outward towards others in order to help them find themselves in the dark and complicated forest of modern life.

Prof. Chatterjee presents this journey using stories either from his personal experiences, his own encounters with international leaders during his talks or from spoken or written traditions of the world.

Although this book is about leadership and most probably gains closer attention from business management students or managers, this book is fundamentally spiritual and should also be found at the Spirituality section in bookstores or libraries. It is loaded with universal truths spoken of either by monks or spiritual teachers of old. Prof. Chatterjee has wonderfully integrated the basic spiritual tenets in the whole structure of secular leadership, thus sanctifying it and making it a spiritual calling for all of us.

Prof. Chatterjee is in fact that mountain climber who has endeavored to climb his own mountain peak and from the top of his highest potentials, has climbed down and extended his hand to all of us telling us of the destiny of the human person that is fulfilled at the mountain top. Prof. Chatterjee is someone who has chartered the terrains of his 99% with zeal and enthusiasm. He therefore invites us to muster our courage, to ignite our interest of our hidden peak, to make ready our gears and to start climbing.

This book is a must read both for the young and the old, for those climbing towards their mountain peak, those who have lost sight of it and for those who do not actually believe that there's a mountain to climb.

Learning First Aid the fun-filled way!

My eyes snapped open. I raised my head slowly and looked at the little clock on the bedside table. Time? 8:28 a.m!
 

'8:28 a.m?????????!!!????? OH NO!!!! I'M LATE!!!!!!!'  and a perfect day too. We were going to be taken to MIMS hospital in the town for a First Aid class. 'Oh , GOD!!' I let out a loud groan, thinking about Gigi ma'am 's (That's our class teacher) reaction.
 

GREAT. I missed my bus. I had to take the line bus instead. I reached school at 9:15 a.m.

'Oh no. What if they've left without me?'

I was worried as I dashed across the steps to my classroom. That's when I saw the yellow school bus slowly backing out of the parking lot. I ran back the same way I came, to the school parking lot. I started panting as Anuradha ma'am 's silhouette slowly took shape.

"What happened? Why are you late?" She asked reproachfully.

'I... Missed.... My bus,' I panted.

As I entered the bus, a loud, "SHAMIA!!!!" greeted me. Gigi ma'am gave me a piercing glare. Well, I deserved it. I then struggled to the back of the bus and found that two of my friends had, thankfully, saved me a seat. The bus had let out a roar and started toward the exit of the school.
 

The trip to MIMS had been great. Many of my classmates had burst into the most horrible songs I'd ever heard. (Actually, the songs were good. But the way they sang it wasn't!) 

Some of the teachers accompanying us had also joined in the fun, Valsraj sir, our P.E sir, was one of them.

We had reached after what seemed like a few minutes. The marble floor shone as we walk across it with sharp, tapping footsteps. We entered through a door in the corner to an unfamiliar surrounding,  unusually disciplined and quiet, except for our shuffling footsteps. All of us had been to the hospital, but we had never come to this part of it before. 

At the top of the stairs stood a magnificent door, leading to the auditorium. At least, that's what it said on the signboard above. But to me it was... HEAVEN. The doors were opened to reveal a spacious room filled with a hundred very comfortable-looking seats with the air-condition in full blast.

We all scrambled to get the best seats. Everyone looked ready to drop off to sleep immediately. That was when a smart-looking man entered the auditorium. He walked all the way to the podium and tapped on the mike. All the lazy talking ceased immediately. He introduced himself as the doctor who would be teaching us all about First Aid. His name is Dr. Augustin.

"Wish all our classrooms were like this," a boy murmured lazily. Many grunted their assent. All of us were too comfortable to answer.

Dr. Augustin cleared his throat and spoke,"Well, I know it will be hard, but I want all of you to pay attention to the class and I promise you, I'll do my best to rouse you all from your sleep." The last few words caught our attention. That was odd. Most teachers wouldn't t notice us sleeping in class while they droned on.
 
Dr. Augustin walked up to the projector placed on the stage and switched it on. The huge screen behind the stage immediately displayed, "Learning BLS with MIMS." with a rather cute picture of a small baby. We waited excitedly for Dr. Augustin to start.

The first part of the class was about what we should do if a person gets a heart attack and see him fall unconscious. Well., we have to do Chest compressions and try to get the person's heart to beat.

After a careful explanation and demonstration of how to do so, we were divided into 4 stations.

Each station had a 'half- mannequin' of an adult as well as an infant. We practiced on them. Each of us had to perform Chest Compressions on both the adult mannequin and the baby mannequin. Not surprisingly, all of us had a lot a fun. (Don't worry people! If one of you happens to faint too, we'll be extra serious when saving you!) We also practiced something called Mouth-to-Mouth resuscitation which helps the unconscious person to breathe.

"What would you do if one of your friend starts choking?" Dr. Augustin asked us after the practice sessions.

"Hit him on the head!" Came a suggestion from the boys.
 
"Thump her on the back!' Another boy yelled.
 
"Use a De fibrillating machine!" A girl cried, losing her head completely.
 
Dr. Augustin smiled at all our weird suggestions and burst out laughing at the last one.
"No, no! You would apply the Heimlich maneuver," he informed us.


That was new. We all listened with rapt attention. We later practiced the Heimlich maneuver on each other in turns.

After this came our lunch break. None of us had noticed the time go by; We were having too much fun for that. After the lunch break, Dr. Augustin taught us all there is to do if a person is rescued after a near-drowning experience, if a man's heart starts fibrillating (THAT'S where you use the De Fibrillating machine!),  if a person receives an electric shock, etc. In short, we now know how to save a man's life in any dangerous situation.

When his lectures seemed to be in danger of boring us, he would crack a joke which would have us all rolling on the floor laughing. All in all, it had been an awesome class.
After our class, our school Assistant Leader (who happens to be in our class) gave the Vote of Thanks.
 
We were all sad to leave the hospital. (That sounds strange, doesn't it?) Many of us wished for another class.

As we were going back to our school, a boy started choking on a piece of chocolate he had accidentally swallowed before chewing.
 

The whole class grinned at each other. All of us rushed forward to help the poor guy who was now looking panic-stricken at the number of people who were racing toward him with their hands outstretched.

So everyone think before you choke in front of a Devagirite, we are all BLS experts, waiting to test our newly-acquired First Aid knowledge!

"The Lost Voice"

The nostalgic scent of it, the crashing roars, the hustle and the bustle, the whiff of a roasting fire…they reeled her in before she laid eyes on it.

Like a dark mantle streaked with white, it spread out as far as the eye could reach, merging into the darkness at the horizon. Gently lapping forward, it was welcoming her back.

The ocean…her ocean…

The stairs that led down into the undulating sand were worn down with age, and the absence of patient footsteps. She halted at the top. The wind caressed her hair, her figure silhouetted against the silvery gleam of the moon. Running her hands through her hair, she readied herself for a final flight, like the phoenix that surges into the ashes.

Slowly, without haste, she flitted down the stairs peppered with the golden grains of the ocean’s sands. Each grain clung to her, the fierce power of reminiscence drawing them to her. Her steps leaving golden furrows on the sand, she walked on.

Like the flicker of the thousands of spheres of electricity lighting up the streets behind her, memories surged in.

…..A little girl crouching on the sand, staring in awe at a tiny seashell,

             …..Two young girls splashing water onto each other as a distant figure kept his eyes trained on them from the shore…

            ….A family, laughing,…the children running in glee along each new wave…

The crash of the waves brought her back. The wet sand under her feet had begun to give way. Walking forward, she braced herself, staring at the churning waters racing towards her.

As the first warm wave hit her, the bittersweet taste of reunion flowed through her, lingering long after the foamy blanket had retreated into the black waters.

She walked still forward. She stood there, a silent sentinel among the millions that thronged the street, the warmth of the ocean seeping into her feet that sank deeper and deeper, a silent song escaping from her lips.

She felt as though all time could pass, and yet she could remain there; as though her body could crumble into a million tiny fragments of sand, and yet her soul could live amidst the gentle, roaring waves for all eternity.

And then, with all the suddenness of the breaking dawn, five faces crossed her mind. Tears stung her eyes, while in a frantic, desperate attempt to keep the faces from fading, she traced their names on the sand.

Almost as if they would not let her mortalise on the fickle sand the immortal memories of the five, the waves surged with new vigour and erased all which she had traced.

The ocean won. The sands remained the same. Fresh tears hit the sand, fallen from her eyes…and where the warm drops fell, there she etched an indelible mark of the love, the pain, the hurt that she felt within. Once again, the silent song broke free of her lips..

“I love you more than I did before….”

            The endless skies spanning the dark ocean, the waves and the sand that melted into it – every soul joined in her lament as she sang. The skies burst open and the sea fell silent under the grief that resonated through her broken voice that again, and again, endeared them to let her stay..

            Time had come, as she knew it would. Her insides tearing her apart, she wrenched herself away and retraced her steps. One last moment. The white streaks galloped in an effort to feel her warmth but once more, to caress her but once more, to remember her forever more..

She stood atop the stairs, her hair streaking around her in the sudden gust of wind. She had lost the chill of the winds, for the warmth of the ocean now coursed through her.

For a moment, silence rang all around as a silent goodbye was voiced.

With a final gaze of longing, she turned and retreated into the cover of darkness…

Rising To New Heights

It's the first time I'm blogging and I'm not really sure what to say....but I'd just like to thank Mellanie ma'am for getting me to start...I don't have any particular topic for this one but I guess I'll just give it a shot............


Things seem to be drawing to a close, but for so many of us, it's a whole new beginning, a whole new start, an opportunity to reach for our dreams. And as we stride away into our futures, it is with the knowledge that this is our chance to prove ourselves to anybody who ever doubted us, those who say that we turn our backs and walk away. What lies ahead of us is still a question mark, but that is exactly what beckons us forward. It maybe an unfamiliar path but it is our search to find out who we really are.

Different people try to tell us what to do and that is exactly what we are trying to get away from...to have a moment to ourselves - just a moment of silence - to think for ourselves for once, to follow our hearts. But the risks involved in blindly following our hearts are numerous... and we all choose the safer path.

It may not be the smartest thing to do, but sometimes following our hearts is all we can do . It's not about not being practical or not having a proper plan or not being responsible. It's about being happy. Mistakes are inevitable. But that's the thing about life. Before we know it, we've learnt our lesson and everybody else has already moved on. At least we can look back on that mistake and tell ourselves that we've learnt something new instead of blaming someone else. Keep making mistakes because nothing is permanent and we won't have to guess whether something is for us or not. We'll know for sure. If it is fear that is holding us back, don't let it; because if we have the courage to take the first few steps, even mountains are nothing before us.

So I say, take a deep breath, take our time and be our own guide. Sacrifices have to be made, but as the saying goes, "no pain, no gain". Never let anybody get us down. Remind ourselves that there is always someone to catch us when we fall, to cheer us on no matter what, because that is how special we are. Never be anyone but ourselves and take life as it comes with a smile.

But most importantly, never lose sight of what's really important, because the moment we do, we lose ourselves. So get out there, and start hunting.
And me? I'm in search of happiness.

Choices

  

A choice is a situation in which we are subjected to a diversity of viable options from which we are free to impart a decision. Throughout the course of our existence we are subjected to choices every step of the way.We alone will have to face the implications of our decisions, the repercussions will depend solely on the nature of the decision. Our decision will result in yet another armada of choices, for instance we too are the result of the choice undertaken by our immediate ancestor to engage in matrimonial alliance. Thus life is in fact a catalyst of decisions with one decisions inevitably leading to consequences for which we have to derive another choice to overcome.

Expletives -- Form of Expression!!!!

           Discussing profanity is a taboo and if you are an educationist it is almost sacrilegious. The usual tendency is to brush it under the carpet. Pretend it never existed. Before I develop cold feet let me give vent to my thoughts scaffolding it with a few observations. The recently concluded Literary Fest at Jaipur grabbed a lot of eyeballs for various reasons. The one that grabbed mine was the debate on 'Expletives a form of expression'. When did cuss words become a form of expression?? The occasional 'friendly obscenities' were just that, occasional and friendly. Not worth the salt, very forgettable. They taking a literary hue left me baffled and curious.

          The expletives of yesteryears were empty words not obnoxious and maybe uttered in a state of irate exasperation. It was an element of grammar-attributed as a grammatical intensifier. Words like 'there is', 'they are', was considered an expletive a mere filler in a sentence.

          Fast forward to the present day. They are no more a sound expressing an emotional outburst. These 'salty expressions' have over the course of time turned 'colourful' and steamy. Sadly unsavoury vituperations are generously mouthed by our young boys and girls. A walk down the corridors of educational institutions would leave one appalled at the liberal sprinkling of these pejoratives aired without qualm, almost an incantation. The need to appease, to please, to be accepted paramount. The 'cool' image is don like a badge of recognition. Its 'sceptred sway' undeniable. The uninitiated are looked upon with contempt. They too eventually join the bandwagon exploiting the expletives.

          Having traversed the country I can with confidence exclaim that expletives are certainly not the domain of a few. Even Presidents have fallen prey to it . [Remember, expletive deleted Watergate tapes of President Nixon!] Every region is attuned to it, adding to this long barrage of detestables a unique regional flavour. These abominables are everywhere. Writers argue that expletives in sync with the character makes it more realistic. Movies and television blanket the expletives with a beep or a buzz. Both need to be expurgated. They are more offensive than the word, besides they trigger one's imagination!! In many ways they can be truly called Expletives The Leveller. [James Shirley would be mortified!!]

        
          On a personal front I find expletives quite limiting. It stunts creative impulse. Talks of a deteriorating word power. A good indignation makes an excellent speech. It would be a pity to let anger die on the anvil of a few repetitive profanities. Acclimatized to counseling I can't help but urge youngsters to refrain from scavenging with words.

Our Origin

From the advent of time, man has speculated on the nature of his origin and the repercussions governed by his actions during the course of his existence. He has invoked the aid of science and reason to satisfy his almost painful thirst for realization for the same but to no or minimal avail. Though science declaims the initial supernatural perceptions on our origins and declares us the descendants of the ape who in turn came into existence on account of a catalyst of evolutions, the answers seem unsatisfactory almost condescending.Unrelentingly man proceeded to attempt the divination of the purpose of his existence which science hasn't been able to provide a repartee to.

What indeed would be the purpose of our seemingly innocuous existence? Are we merely a subterfuge for our mother earth destined to deprive our fellow organisms of resources? Do we survive to derive sensual and personal pleasures aimed at our own perpetual state of satisfaction? Are we a mere strand in the chain of evolution?A foot hold for progress? Or, do we exist to satisfy a higher purpose to whom every sentient human is an integral part of?

Religion: A gift or a curse???

           Religion is a cultural system that creates powerful and long-lasting meaning, by establishing symbols that relate humanity to truths and values. It moreover advocates the existence of a supposed superior entity responsible for creation, sustenance and repercussions. To whom as famously believed paying homage is essential and often considered the corner stone of any religious practice. The purpose of this institution is to instill in people a sense of moral righteousness thus effectively averting the human tendency to indulge in the corruption of one’s mind and body for obtaining pleasure.

          
It serves the above purpose effectively to a certain extent. The looming threat of eternal punishment providing the individual an ample incentive to avert corruption.

        But these pros are often overshadowed by the cons which apparently are more pronounced...

          Religions instigate the segregation of society into a variety of factions based on the particular religious text followed, often instigating religious hostility resulting in bloodshed which in no way is desirable. It furthermore serves to strangulate and dilute the development of a country by generating a variety of demands each serving to uplift a particular group, often conflicting in nature. These demands slows down the pace of decision making. Most religions often indulge in time consuming rituals or establish biased restrictions often curtailing individual preferences. Patriarchy is reflected in most faith rendering women inferior, stifling them in manacles of restrictions subject to the authority of the father or husband.

          Religions also stunt the progress of science and reason, as observed during the age of Galileo and the vehement opposition to the cloning process (potentially an elixir of immortality) thus restricting mankind’s progression.

          Moreover the veracity of the entity termed as God is in no way secure. Religious texts which are supposedly truthful accounts of the truth are nonetheless authored by human hands and thus cannot serve as adequate proof.

          Though the existence of this superior entity thus cannot be proved, religions can serve as a cushion or a crutch during our times of need. Religions thus are efficient harbingers of hope that sustain mankind in the darkest of ages.

Promotion of Tourism - My English Speech :D

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, teachers and instructors.

I stand before you all on the dais for what will hopefully be a productive oration not just intellectually but rather by berefting the nation of its sole lacuna namely - Poverty - courtesy the development of the tourism sector. Tourism is a potential hoard of foreign invest that the government of India can take refuge in, to evade the inescapable assailant namely economic collapse.Though the government has initiated projects for the ascension of the same, its attempt has been largely futile in uplifting the same. The reason - Innumerable..The cause - Avoidable.

Cleanliness and hygiene are  factors most tourists thrive upon and in this sector the country's progress consistently lags behind, mainly owing to the fact that no law actually inhibits or prohibits the introduction of garbage into the public. Similarly the accommodation is a factor and in this, the country has taken huge strides but the expenses often surpass the ability of the average tourist. Despite the recent developments, consumer protection is yet another vulnerability, with the tourists often rendered frustrated & helpless by the slack customer service, exorbitant prices charged and likewise thus discouraging purchases. The lack of etiquette displayed is a factor which plagues the industry. 

Resolving the above by imposing stringent fines on the polluter, enforcing consumer laws, providing decent and affordable accommodation will go a long way in developing tourism and salvaging the much needed foreign exchange for our country.

വഴി

പേര് പറയൂ  നീ ആരാണ്...ഇത് പതിവാണ്...ഓരോരുത്തര്‍ വരും ...ഒന്നും  മിണ്ടാതെ പോകും ...ഇന്നത്‌ നടപ്പില്ല ... അറിഞ്ഞേ   തീരൂ... വഴിപോക്കന്‍ എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞാല്‍  പോരാ  ...ഏതു വഴി... ഏതു പോക്ക് ? ഇത്  പെരുവഴിയല്ലല്ലോ   ഉണരും മുമ്പേ  എത്താനുള്ള വഴി...പറയൂ വഴിപോക്കരേ  താങ്കളാരാണെന്ന് ? ഞാന്‍ തന്നെയോ ? എന്‍റെ  നിഴല്‍ തന്നെയോ? 

Staff Tour To Kakkayam Dam

We had our staff tour to Kakkayam Dam last Saturday, 5th February. 

We had a wonderful time at the river and we enjoyed each others' company.
(More photos will be added later)

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 എന്‍റെ കണ്ണുകള്‍ ഞാന്‍ കാണാത്തവയെ കാണിച്ചു തരുന്നു...... കണ്ടു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നത്‌  ഇരുട്ടില്‍.... അമര്‍ത്തി ചൊറിയൂ...    

The Light

Searching for the light

Don't know if I'm right

My life is just a fight

Trying to make it through the night

Waiting for the light