April’29th 2009, it was a sure Birthday to remember!!! The daylight hours spent in an amusement park with friends, made all the real life troubles seem insignificant. After all, we were all born to be “simply happy”. But down the lifelane we pick up a superfluous baggage called “Relationships”, an emotional attachment that is ideally sought for support, in reality limits one’s true potential to shine as individual human beings.
It would be worth to record the identity of the entire crew, which boarded the four wheeled flight to Queensland, Chennai. Sharon (my childhood buddy), Meena (as she prefers to be called- a MCA first class degree holder who is a housewife, doing nothing at home), Anita (an Engineering student, who was persistent about the venue Queensland and made this event happen), Karthick (Sharon’s Adopted son and a budding doctor who played chauffeur with his high technology fancy Skoda Octavia) and the two little princes Abel and Ajay (who fill the atmosphere with joy and happiness with just their mere presence)
Never in 27 years, do I remember celebrating my B’day with so much energy and elation. The very thought of not having a need to please someone or behave pseudo or having no strings of any kind attached, liberated my inner mind to superior self-realization to responsibly live everyday for it’s moment. Thank you folks, for making my day memorable :-) thank you Sharon for bringing your battalion along :-)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
“happenings and possibilities”,
There lies on my desk a bright red note book. The first page of the ruled book reads “contents are very private and not available for you to sneak”. Named as “happenings and possibilities”, I fashioned a hard copy of my journal today. Made my New Year resolutions in March :(, Reflected on the good tidings and penned down my aspirations for the year 2009.
Two months has gone by, and so little has been achieved. Every breath of air that fills my gut every second, feels like a gift and kind of sense that I’m expected to optimize much more from each bestowed day. Why do I suddenly feel that 24hrs is just too little a time available for us to call it a day? :)
Two months has gone by, and so little has been achieved. Every breath of air that fills my gut every second, feels like a gift and kind of sense that I’m expected to optimize much more from each bestowed day. Why do I suddenly feel that 24hrs is just too little a time available for us to call it a day? :)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADD/ADHD)
Note: This is a Article that was re-written from the web, for my content writing job. It's note-worthy to post this as a article over my blog, for it can create self-awareness of a disorder that has no symptoms, operation or scientific treatment.
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADD/ADHD) a condition that affects children and adults is an attention deficit disorder. As a genetically inherited mental disorder, the condition is diagnosed during early school years, and when not treated then can continue into teens and adulthood. ADD symptoms manifest in each child or adult differently, specific to their physical and social condition, when it interferes in victim’s ability to function sanely at school, work or home. While Children with this disorder have problems in paying attention or concentration, the adults are characterized with difficulty with time management, organizational skills and goal setting. They have also proven to have personal issues relating to relationships, self-esteem, and drug addictions.
Causes of Attention-deficit Disorder:
While Researchers are still study the brain for appropriate reasons, heredity, chemical imbalance, brain developmental changes and head injury are often reported as primary reasons to cause the Attention-deficit Disorder. Additionally Poor nutrition, infections, and substance abuse (including cigarette and alcohol use) during pregnancy may be other factors contributing to the disorder.
Symptoms in Children:
Impulsive: The child having difficulty waiting for his turn, interrupts to do an action without thinking ahead of the consequences.
Hyperactivity: With no patience to behave with mannerisms the Child relentlessly squirms and fidgets. Has problems playing quietly and talks excessively
Inattention: Easily distracted with imaginations the child finds it a challenge to follow directions or staying focused. Being forgetful about daily activities the lad often has problems in organizing tasks.
Symptoms in Adults:
Though dissimilar the behavioral symptoms in adults include low self esteem, anxiety, forgetfulness, impulsiveness, procrastination, mood swings, and depression. Employment and relationship problems are also evident among adults with HDAD.
Treatment for ADD:
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder cannot be Cured but certain stimulant medications can help control the disruptive symptoms of impulsiveness and hyperactivity. Certain anti-depressants also have proved to increase the attention span of the patient. These days the therapists deploy psychological behavioral adjustments, to better motivate and treat the disorder. Behavior modification specifically encourages the patient to harvest the good deeds and discourages any problem thought/action thus gradually diminishing unpleasant repulsive symptoms. Counseling, special education, social skills training and group workshops also influences the victim’s mind to better manage frustrations/emotions thus improving their self esteem and morale positively. Studies also suggest that Omega-3 supplements are also proven to be successful in treating this type of mental disorder.
It’s critical that Children with ADHD should seek professional help. If Left untreated, these illnesses can hold children hostage for life, for low-self esteem will interfere drastically in school, employment or relationship. Medically structured diagnosis and treatments, will help the child minimize his disorderly behavior and develop his core strengths, so for him to become a positive, productive, health citizen.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Seven pounds on Valentine's Day
Sensed my heart melt away with Tim’s stolen moments Emily…
Gasped at the heights to which goodness can take wings to
Felt frozen watching his seven pounds (heart) remain with her forever
Wordless am I, coming to think of love in its divine state
‘Love is patient; Love is kind’ words from I Chor13 that were typed over to me recently echoes relentlessly now.
Yes!
‘Love is patient; Love is kind’
“Love is selfless”
“Love trusts; Love hopes”
Yes it always preserve….
‘Love is patient; Love is kind’
‘Love is patient; Love is kind’!!!!!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Good samaritans from Chennai
“Two men are following me” I could see them slow down so to catch pace with the black swift, and get a glimpse of its driver. I did casually notice the rider of the bike watching me at the traffic jam near Ahok pillar. Paying no heed, I choose to purposely disregard the bikers and be immersed in my ocean of thoughts. Thoughts which trenched through the oceans of life, relationships, love, loneliness, hope and God, paused along with the brakes at sight of red signals only to see the bikers to my right, keenly looking at me. I should have been petrified, should have steered faster but wearily I scorned the idiocy of the bikers to trail after someone like me. Turning away and looking forward, i accelerated the car at 25km/hr, slowly to near my house. Thought the bikers should have detoured near Thirumangalam jjcomplex , obviously silly pleasures don’t last long. But, only when I parked the car at home did I know that i was being chased all over. The strangers, who were just talking glimpses, were now in home gates wanting to talk to me. What could a stranger have to talk with a girl of my age? Does he not realize the shamefulness of his deed to come behind me? From inside my house gates, I furiously looked to see the guys take away their helmets,
“Please don’t mistake me. I have a sister who looks like you and I was concerned about you” the words of the biker came out with social concern. “Please tell me what is your problem in life, whatever it is we will ensure to do whatever best that is possible of us” words continued with a want to do something. I kind of comprehended the situation and figured out the reason for the biker’s chase “we saw you weeping so deeply and we were scared that you may commit any unforeseen attempts, please tell us your problem. Are you parents in your house, may be we can offer our help to them” the words came one after another, just wanting to support the unknown cause. Rewinding the incident, the bikers who initially glimpsed at my ethic saree wear soon watched my eyes emote it’s thoughts of life and hopelessness. They saw the tears turning to cry and the cries turning to moans and the moans that turned back to silence. Little did they know that explicit emote was deep rooted from the recent years and no help or support but from Christ can console me from it.
I thanked the bikers for the genuine goodness and requested them to leave. Refusing to acknowledge any problem, I walked away from them so to lock myself in. It should have been embarrassing for those decent men, especially when all they intended to do was help. Regretting their goodness they left my residence. I don’t know their names. Nor about their whereabouts. But to show unadulterated goodness to a stranger they should have been souls with superior humaneness. Reminds me of the Good Samaritan parable in Luke Chap11, may be I should term them that way. May God bless those bikers!!
“Please don’t mistake me. I have a sister who looks like you and I was concerned about you” the words of the biker came out with social concern. “Please tell me what is your problem in life, whatever it is we will ensure to do whatever best that is possible of us” words continued with a want to do something. I kind of comprehended the situation and figured out the reason for the biker’s chase “we saw you weeping so deeply and we were scared that you may commit any unforeseen attempts, please tell us your problem. Are you parents in your house, may be we can offer our help to them” the words came one after another, just wanting to support the unknown cause. Rewinding the incident, the bikers who initially glimpsed at my ethic saree wear soon watched my eyes emote it’s thoughts of life and hopelessness. They saw the tears turning to cry and the cries turning to moans and the moans that turned back to silence. Little did they know that explicit emote was deep rooted from the recent years and no help or support but from Christ can console me from it.
I thanked the bikers for the genuine goodness and requested them to leave. Refusing to acknowledge any problem, I walked away from them so to lock myself in. It should have been embarrassing for those decent men, especially when all they intended to do was help. Regretting their goodness they left my residence. I don’t know their names. Nor about their whereabouts. But to show unadulterated goodness to a stranger they should have been souls with superior humaneness. Reminds me of the Good Samaritan parable in Luke Chap11, may be I should term them that way. May God bless those bikers!!
Monday, January 19, 2009
India and Slum Dog Billionaire
“You wanna see a bit of real India, Here it is”
The Piercing tone of Battered Jamal Malik explodes in rage, when a local police cop strikes to defend the American tourist’s car theft. The tone that gains the sympathy and payment from the tourists also takes to stage the catastrophe of the local civilians to the sophisticated global audience.
India is a land of Diversity! Sky Scrapping IT infrastructures views through its windowpane the slum dwellers and road-side va
gabonds. 7-star luxury hotels that lavishly host their celebrity customers, stands tall alongside the matchbox shaped asbestos-wooden tea shops, which provide for blue collared laborers. The E-class Benz and bull-a carts share the same chaotic roads that are filled with performers who are tagged as beggars.
India also stands in Unity against its diversity! With Hindu’s across different states (positioned poles apart), uniformly combat against the minority Muslims and Christians. Blue collared and the stylish white- collared, likewise bribe the government officers to make their affairs legally possible. The politicians, capitalists and Bollywood stars work together with the underworld Don’s so to preserve the synchronized support while making a commercial leverage. The rich and the poor together thirstily desire for the same kind of harlots, of course the one’s who actualizes does so with his wealth and the one’s who can’t, hunt down their innocent prey victims.
A developing country like India has much strength to boast about. The legislations both the Law and justices Act’s’ are the nation's most imperative asset, competently and skillfully drafted so to mount the status of every individual citizen who contributes to the success of its Marco economy. Despite this asset – Bharat’s very own strategic protocol for improvement, the advancements in the field of science, technology and education, has done nothing to eliminate the nation’s shame. The Moneyed Indians (unlike the historic white skinned British’s), still have the power. The poor Indians are still exploited for generating more money for the already moneyed. Poverty still remains the primary exhibit of Indian Face to the west. Our shame still takes stage as best documentary movies to qualify as best on the golden globe awards.
Indian Author Vikas Swarup, through his abstract characters navigates the plot fittingly through a series of environs, which brings to limelight theis factual face of MotherIndia. By knotting simple game show questions to answers that take root from poverty, illicitness, immorality and conflicts of a poor metro dweller, Mr. Swarup has graciously given the world unoffending scenarios of authentic India. Authentic India who’s authenticity can be viewed both sympathetic or as object ridicule.
Thanks to Daniel Bolye for introducing the plot of the Indian author on screen to the western/global audience. He for sure has shown a a bit of REAL INDIA, through the play called Slum Dog Millionaire :)
The Piercing tone of Battered Jamal Malik explodes in rage, when a local police cop strikes to defend the American tourist’s car theft. The tone that gains the sympathy and payment from the tourists also takes to stage the catastrophe of the local civilians to the sophisticated global audience.
India is a land of Diversity! Sky Scrapping IT infrastructures views through its windowpane the slum dwellers and road-side va
gabonds. 7-star luxury hotels that lavishly host their celebrity customers, stands tall alongside the matchbox shaped asbestos-wooden tea shops, which provide for blue collared laborers. The E-class Benz and bull-a carts share the same chaotic roads that are filled with performers who are tagged as beggars.India also stands in Unity against its diversity! With Hindu’s across different states (positioned poles apart), uniformly combat against the minority Muslims and Christians. Blue collared and the stylish white- collared, likewise bribe the government officers to make their affairs legally possible. The politicians, capitalists and Bollywood stars work together with the underworld Don’s so to preserve the synchronized support while making a commercial leverage. The rich and the poor together thirstily desire for the same kind of harlots, of course the one’s who actualizes does so with his wealth and the one’s who can’t, hunt down their innocent prey victims.
A developing country like India has much strength to boast about. The legislations both the Law and justices Act’s’ are the nation's most imperative asset, competently and skillfully drafted so to mount the status of every individual citizen who contributes to the success of its Marco economy. Despite this asset – Bharat’s very own strategic protocol for improvement, the advancements in the field of science, technology and education, has done nothing to eliminate the nation’s shame. The Moneyed Indians (unlike the historic white skinned British’s), still have the power. The poor Indians are still exploited for generating more money for the already moneyed. Poverty still remains the primary exhibit of Indian Face to the west. Our shame still takes stage as best documentary movies to qualify as best on the golden globe awards.
Indian Author Vikas Swarup, through his abstract characters navigates the plot fittingly through a series of environs, which brings to limelight theis factual face of MotherIndia. By knotting simple game show questions to answers that take root from poverty, illicitness, immorality and conflicts of a poor metro dweller, Mr. Swarup has graciously given the world unoffending scenarios of authentic India. Authentic India who’s authenticity can be viewed both sympathetic or as object ridicule.
Thanks to Daniel Bolye for introducing the plot of the Indian author on screen to the western/global audience. He for sure has shown a a bit of REAL INDIA, through the play called Slum Dog Millionaire :)
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