chords of my heart

At the end of the second millennium, an American newsmagazine organised a worldwide survey to find out which invention had the greatest impact on human beings. Neither James watt's steam engine nor Edison's electric bulb made it to the coveted slot, grabbled easily by the flush toilet.If anything, this shows how importantant the toilet is to human civilisation. But in india, a majority of the population_68.3 crore_ still has no access to toilet.Which means 58% of the population sits in open and closes their eyes and says"nobody can see me". We could proudly bring ourselves close to only ethiopia which are little worser than us, 60%. China which began developing like india after 1947 stole a march over india in terms of sanitation. Only 4% of chinese closes their eyes openly and says no body can see them. Many countries who are far behind india in terms of development are better positioned, they can sit with their eyes open in closed vaults.The invention of trains h

The evacuation of the emigrants from the manapatiparambu is by and large a major violation of human rights.The complaints of the residents is genuine and a solution for the menace was a must but before voluntry action a thought should have been given to the little children who are not defaulters and could not be blamed for the state they are in.They are temporary settlers and if not in one place they would make it somewhere else in the city.The authorities need to take stringent steps to either ban them from entering our state or make an arrangement to settle them in certain areas with all the basic amenties so that they do not become a nuisance to the surrounding or a setback to a developing city like kochi.Education for their children should be given due importance so that the coming generation could bring about a change ending to their prevailing nomadic era. My first encounter with these nomad kids had really taken away my heart, I am a teacher of the poor and not satisfied with

A day that I cherish more than any other day.Yes 28th sept. The most luxurious and beautiful gift given by nature to indians first and then to the world.Why doubt?who else and what else it could be than the most loved,honoured,respected,admired and listened.LATA MANGESHKAR.I have spend half of my life listening to her songs and if god permits would like to spend another 50 years doing the same.

Compromise makes a nice umbrella but a poor roof;it is a temperory expedition.Here, meet Dr subadra she had neither with all the compromises she made to walk up the glorious ladders of education. It surely must not have been a bed of roses in the yearly sixties to be honoured with a doctorate.Now at 80 when she turns back veiwing that path of glory she is left with a mixed feeling because at the end she has no home and no relatives to shelter her.The waiting room of a railway station surely did give her space to reminise her reflecting past. Daughter of a school master K.keshavan pillai and elder of the two sisters, subadra was very keen on pursuing the same proffession and became a hindi teacher at the age of 18 and continued her studies further by graduating with high marks and taught at different schools.Her heart was always at gaining more education which ultimately reached her to the highest esteem of a doctrate in 1962 from the kerela university.And t

Beauty lies deep within the skin thats how the sayings of all the miss universe,worlds and planets goes.But they wouldnt reach that life changing platforms if their beauties were skin deep and awful outside.The magic of beauty lies in the 90% 0f their exposed parts from top to toe.They go to become the the branded icons and ambassadors of our country.We call ourselves cultured and traditional and strip to the minimial before a billion eyes receiving all the applause and appreciations for the curves.Rising upto the occassion is the indian culture but alas here for being awarded the highest grandeur for a women you fall to your lowest.It is not just enough to say you are a proud indian it has to be shown in your deeds as well.Our beautiful women walk in two peice with all the eyes stuck ofcourse not on their faces,and they are then escorted through the red carpet posing to be the idols and inspirations of womanhood.There need to be a change. judgement of beauty really needs to be skin

Those were the days of the fifty's when the game was not for him a fantasy, Even as the sun above erupted, he swirled, bowled and swept. like a prey escapes a clench, the ball would from his fist. Now at an age only sixty one, he lies confined and bed-ridden. Watching the empty ceiling in peace, his heart still beating on the crease. I would like to dedicate these few lines to mr.Muhammed Ibrahim.A great cricketer of kerela Ranji trophy.

They who see may never see, all that I see. The brightest skies, and all their cries. That rains and pours, like waves and soars. The rising sun, that melts for fun. On the crowed lots with nothing it owns. the colorless wails of boys and girls. The highway bands, that wheels with life. The body and souls, in a music flows. unto black rivers, of blood and spit Bestowing upon me, an inner-sight to see.

In kerela there is always an overall change in the education system as the govt.changes.Year by year there is improverisation.Teachers have a friendly attitude,they allow children to interact more,and let us not forget to highlight the liberal attitude of the management to such an extent that there are no restrictions towards the usage of mother tongue during any period. so BOTTOM LINE IS ' no fine for maathrubhasha'.A peep into their answer papers and you will begun to learn alphabets and words like never before.Only the teacher could get better connection than the student who might have written it.You get to read malayalam in english'His mother him beat).THE STATE IMPROVES ITS EDUCATION BUT WHEN WILL THE FATE OF OUR CHILDEREN IMPROVE.All these children of the malayala bhumi wish in their hearts and minds to write better english and talk in a more better way.But the lesser the fees the lesser the input.They all grow with this little knowledge of other languages which puts

Years after when one walks down the memory lane of the school corridors,you get a warm, nostalgic feeling full of gratitude to the teachers and principal.You can never forget them.your first teacher with whom you stepped into the wonderland of alphabets and numbers.You are binded to her mentally for a life time .Then education was much like a little boat sailing smoothly into a huge sea with no hazzels,no brainstorms and not just achieving material goals.children did according to their ability.There were kids who got 5paise as pocket money and those who got one rupee also.Education was not a suffering to the parent and a sickness to the child.Now a days as everything stands on a globalising verge,so does the education system that seems more like battlefeilds,where the principal is the commandant,teachers the ministers and students the warriors. competing with each other,marks being the ultimate goal.A twelve year lasting war. The CBSE and ICSE,The higher strata of education.From bags

We are all desperate, for something we wish. our minds and souls, all apparatus craving often for things they dont get. our heart is just another widget, with eyes and ears of a vulture. We are all desperate wish our minds and souls were separate. when one wished the other deterred when one cried the other smiled, when one was hurt the other kept fine. why eyes and heart they possessed, why tears and blood they poured, for nothing but wishes desperate.