Meena Mangalathil:

    Hey guys!!! Happy Diwali!!! Its simply awesome to know that I am still in the middle of fire crackers and sweets. The whole place is filled with gaiety and glitter. The expression on the faces of both young and old is simply touching. All have a small smile lingering when they see the sparkler light or the rockets flying over rooftops, but the nostalgia of it all stays for the days that follow. I have had several Diwalis in my life. And I always think, why waste money on burning crackers, when there are hoards of people out there in the street who are looking at the same rockets but not enjoying the spectacle as their stomachs are crackling more louder than any crackers. The tears that flow when hunger calls is heart rending than any other tears.           It was during one of my Diwali celebration that I met Mayur, a six year old rag picker, with his two street friends Radha and Sohail both near and above his age, all washed and scrubbed clean. They were going around hous

Tears - The flood gate of the heart is the most heartrending master piece of God. Tears – The undoing of oneself as well as others Tears – The Best expression of sadness as well as happiness. When we win, we cry. When we lose we cry When born, we cry When we die, others cry Wow!!!! That’s a lot of emotion in one Expression. But Why Tears? ??????? G aaaa wwwwddd its so messy!!! Handkerchiefs, nose blowing, bleary eyed, hiccups....... Its because we are earthlings, we live like human beings. Hii Hi Hi!!!! Sorry, don’t misunderstand, as per scientists, we are the much more advanced stage of apes, a cloistered existence. We are happy, when we get something and sad, when we lose. And in a day, how much losing and winning, hurts and comforts, pleasure and pressure takes place, God only knows. Is it worth it to go through all these on a daily basis? Don’t you think, that we really are in a mixer being churned and churned with all these experiences, life long? Come on g

It was as usual, a sunny day and it was going to set, well naturally in the West. But my destiny had just risen in the East – a changed destiny. I was not in a situation where I could boast of anything because I was literally thrown out of my own home and along with it, I had nothing to say, as my own or a person to lean on. It was a moment where only a big chasm was in front. I was literally dead inside. I had no thought of my own. I went to the chapel, where I usually go every morning – the adoration convent, to say bye to my best friend, don’t think it’s a nun. Or anybody in person, it was Jesus. You might want to know, what I spoke then, well its easy to comprehend, I only asked Him, “After all these years of friendship, how did it end like this?”  You know what the reply would be (smile) “No comments”. Before getting up, I squeezed my eyes shut, don’t think I was crying, no I hadn’t any tears (generally a dead person don’t have tears), I made a last request, “Please God, don’

“The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.” Says  Confucius, the Chinese philosopher. Honorable Judges, respected teachers and my dear friends. I’m here before you to speak about “My Family” .  Grandpa,/ Granny, /papa, /amma, two sisters,/ a brother/ and myself is my family./ Grandpa a….lways plays with us children./ He has always time for me,/ answers all my questions./ Where as granny,/ smilingly sits beside grandpa peeling onions or cutting vegetables./ My dad  and my mom goes for job in the morning/ and returns by evening./   My mother prepares yummy foods no matter how tired she might be /and helps me in my studies./ She gives me bath / washes my clothes/ and puts me in bed along with my siblings./ Though my father is firm,/ he is a loving man./ he has never punished me./ He always ensures, that I do not misuse my things. / He instilled in me to be honest./ My sisters are elder and my brother is younger to me. In short my family is a b

  Today I was thinking, which is my best day of my life. So I started evaluating, what should be my criteria for selecting that special day. Good food? Or Loved ones around? or feeling loved and cherished?   The day, when my wishes were granted? Well I hadn’t a clue on that, but still I thought I’ll just evaluate all the above criteria. I feel, food is a necessity and not a luxury. To be able to eat all sorts of food is a blessing and to have food three times a day is a great blessing and to have tasty food at that is even more great a blessing. I have been with people of different religion, caste, creed, state and nationality my entire life. And all have given me more respect and love than bargained. That doesn’t mean, that I haven’t had my share of humiliations and hatred. I have had more than enough. I just let it pass by, no hard feelings. It’s the attitude one generates around others is what matters in the end.              My wishes are to hear the birds sing, to eat tasty foo

We can't do great things in this life . . .   We can only do small things with great love.   -- Mother Theresa One day a man was walk­ing along the beach when he noticed a boy pick­ing some­thing up and gen­tly throw­ing it into the ocean. Approach­ing the boy, he asked, “What are you doing son?” The boy replied, “Throw­ing starfish back into the ocean.   The waves are up and the tide is going out.  If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.” “Son,” the man said, “don’t you real­ize there are miles and miles of beach and hun­dreds of starfish?   You can’t make a difference!” After lis­ten­ing politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the waves.  Then, smil­ing at the man, he said…” I made a dif­fer­ence for that one.” Each action has its importance, In this story, the boy was trying to save the starfish. No one is going to give him any awards for saving the star fishes and the star fishes are not going to thank him either, for saving t

                I have heard, thoughts travel fast and it is the most best means to communicate too. But last day, I had the weirdest experiences which made me think, “How come?” I was thinking of my friend who was states away from me. It had been months, since I contacted her. So I thought, I’ll make a call. I called and the very first thing, she said was, “Miss, I had been really wishing, that you called and for the past two days, she was doing just that. (You might think, why didn’t she call. She didn't have my number). Then I knew that what the sages said is true. Thoughts really can communicate because the  two days, she had told, was indeed bogged with thoughts of the said friend and making my heart mushy and making me feel to call her, but several reasons cropped up to postpone the act. But in the end, I called and the feeling stopped. “Why is it so?” Well, the explanation is thus, “Thoughts too are made of atoms. Just like electricity, these atoms, when sent out to nature