Meena Mangalathil:

The old generation look down at the new generation kids with disdain. For them, the newbies are good-for-nothing. They have no responsibility, non punctual, no sense of direction, goalless, shallow minded and above all insensitive. So with this in mind, I was walking to work, when a mother was rushing her two kids, a son, 7 years old and daughter 5 years old. But what made me watch this trio was, the boy was walking bagless, while the daughter was carrying her own burden, who had difficulty in keeping pace with her mother. I really felt anger boiling against the mother, who was carrying the burden of the son. At that moment, I got the shock of my life, when the boy, slowly took the bag of his sister without her asking his help and without the knowledge of his mother. I felt so proud of him, a seven year old showing sensitivity, understanding, whatever. It was a jolting experience. You might want to know, why? I could be put myself in the category of older generation. During our ti

Two days back, I met my cousin brother. So he was speaking about his work place. The atmosphere his higher ups create for the lower employees was the highlight. He said, how a new employee was treated when he made a mistake. The gentleman was warned, at that time another superior officer joined hands with this superior, saying, he did the dame before and the other superiors too joined. Its so humiliating to be working under such idiot supervisors. But I do not understand, how educated people could behave like that. I have heard, education refines man. Here I feel, it has refined the human heart and left intact the animal instincts for the rest of the society to tolerate. I have worked in different places and the attitude of the people are different at different circumstances. When they are far from home, out of state or country, people tend to be accommodating, understanding and helpful. No harassment or anything and these people when they come to their home town, they do not chang

In all religions, to kill is wrong. But I have thought, only a very few would have the courage to kill another person. So why God bothered or let me rephrase it, why religion included this law, into our daily life? But as life took me to wide experiences, the meaning of killing gained great depth. In the movie home alone, there is a part, where the boy says, 'I do not want a family.' Here only the mother hears, she is hurt. If the family had heard it, they would naturally hate the boy, just like we put a killer in jail, out of society. The first part is about the boy asking help, which no one bothers to acknowledge or help. He is also humiliated, which explodes as hatred towards the whole family resulting in killing the whole family in the small heart. I hope you understood what killing really means? Its hatred. Hatred doesn't kill another person, it kills us. If I hate my brother, nothing happens to my brother, the real killing takes place in us. Anger clouds de

Today I happened to watch the world premiere of Ashiqui 2, a bollywood movie. Everything was good, the story line, the acting, direction, cinematography. I really was awed by the picturisation of the alcoholic. It was really superb. But in the end, it got broke, it got flopped. According to the thought process of an alcoholic, yes, he might commit suicide, but a movie maker, who, holds many a people's expectation, should have channelized the weakened attitude of the alcoholic to the path of victory . But unfortunately, he didn't. I was disappointed, because its marketing, was done ages before. So there might be lakhs of viewers, who might be an addict of something, which he is unable to break. So the chances of him committing suicide is more. Is it what we should wish of others? Its like escaping, running away from your faults. I believe in the strength of human mind, his will power. I will give an apt example, An Indian dancer, named Sudha Chandran, met with a road

Could you please explain the best sights of the place? That would be the first question any tourist would ask before he plans to go to any destination. Which includes both you and me. But this question was directed to me. That really was a question, isn't it? Usually we don't bother about the details of our own places. You know, the place I live is a tourist hot spot and I have not seen most of it. But I have visited several places out side our place. I really felt ashamed. Because I am a story weaver, when I say about a place, I try to give the story behind it, that's interesting isn't it? Yes I know because, along with my writing, I also organise tours. Just for a living. That is necessity. Do you know, before getting this job, I was planning to take up a job because my mom was very sick. So I was unable to return to my well paid job. So I set my conditions, of my job and I attended two interviews too. They were willing to have me, but some or he other conditions

You would get the power only if you prove yourself, in this world. What is there to prove, Rafael? That you can connect the physical you and the spiritual God. But, we won't be able to do it. Why Ajay? Sorry Rafael, don't think, I'm stubborn. Its simply because, we don't even know the basics of getting connected with God other than pray and I have been doing that since I was a baby and until now, God is unseen and unknown to me. Thank you for being frank Ajay, prayer is indeed the first step to reach God, but there is one thing you should know, before you start the journey in connecting your self with God. What is it Rafael? Your actions and thoughts from the very birth, to the last breath of your life would be written clearly in your spiritual body. Do you mean to say that, whatever in my mind, like thoughts, hurts, hatreds, anger, everything would be written in our spirit? Yes children, everything, in the sense, everything, actions, words, drea

Home is not around the hearth. it is within the heart. Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place of unreserved communications. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out. Do you know why? because the mistress of home is the mother. Honourable judges, respected teachers and my dear friends. Today, I am here to speak about a few words about 'Home is the first school and mother is the best teacher'. My day starts with the loving shake of my mother, until I open my eyes, ensuring, that I wake at the right time, teaching me punctuality. She makes me pray before I step out of my bed, showing me, that there is a greater power to be acknowledged before any venture. she makes me brush my teeth, give me bath and help me into clean dress, so that I never forget that health and hygiene, should be a part of my life. She asks me to be in the dining room and feeds me odd tasting porridg