New places have never been uncomfortable to me. In fact i love visiting as many places as possible,in the span of next 10 years or so (when my mobility is still intact)so that i can mingle with these places and get to know their nuances.
Perhaps all this liking started because of my father's employment in Raiways.He used to get passes for journey for himself and his family atleast once in an year.Possibly that was the greatest charm of railway employment in those days.I remeber travelling with him to quite few places during my child hood(i.e for about 5-6 years) as my father retired from active service when i was just 5 years old.Still there were visits occasionally after his retirement too,but these were far and few.
In the cosy comfort of the first class(you may hve to travel 30 years back to imagine what a first class compartment would look like in those days),in the warmth and security of father's arms , each station that passes by is a treat to watch. More importantly , because of the position that my father occupied in Railways and due to the respect shown in those days to those travel by first class(mind you it wasa luxury to travel in first class those days,A/C trains were not heard then), in each station uniformed railway staff would keep enquiring about food/coffee /tea requirements.And the food that is served used to be of great taste and quality.MEALS USED TO BE SERVED IN LOVELY designed plates(with no spilling over) with a beautiful cloth wrapped around the contents till it is served.Similarly the tea/coffee jars will have a unique style and greatness about them(Possibility of the british culture inculcated in them).To supplement the same, mother (who is equally fond of travels) used to bring some select items (nothing when compared to waht my wife packs of fro a train journey when she is in the right mood to travel).But a mother's touch is always different ..is it not? That much as reasons behind my fondness for travel.
The earliest journey green in my memory was the journey from Villupuram(Tamil nadu) to Vijayawada(Andhra pradesh).The hot iddlies on arrival at Vijayawada (with its great combination of Gongura chutney..my mouth waters even writing about it)the sound of train when it passed over the river Krishna, the rushing waters of Krishna below, the beautifully illuminated Goddess KANAGA DURGA temple at Vijaya wada all engraved in my memoery, instantly.SInce then there were quite a few small journeys between Chennai and Kumbakonam where my brother was staying.It used to be a night train and when we get down at Kumbakonam in the early morning hours the wind will carry a chill (courtesy , the river Cauvery which used to run at the back yeard of the houses, to its brim in those days) , the different types of Holy songs from the loud speakers from various temples in and around(Kumbakonam is called as City of temples for obvious reasons), the flavour of steaming coffee (from the famous Mangala Vilas -Brahmanal coffee kadai in those days)again stole my heart.
Then there were journeys to various places on account of career/Job.To Hyderabad,To Bangalore, To Kolkata ,To Mumbai ...all most all main metro cities .I had never felt alien or disturbed in any of those places. Instead i used to feel the very moment of my lnding at these places as if i used to belong to these places for ages.I am still unable to decipher the reson for the same(one of the points which used to be the cause for chiding by my wife who loves Chennai, Chennai , Chennai in that order!!) .Probably this made my stay/settlement at thse places much faster as compared to siblings of my age in those days.When you like a place(or for that matter a person, with out anticipating anything in return) i belive that there is more than reciprocation form the other end too and that has made my living an easy task in these places.
Yes, When you go to alien places, start developing a natural liking to the place, you will find that all other routine obstacles of anew place will fade into oblivion.And all said and done, i havae to admit one thing...The charm of journey under the warmth of my father , is not felt since then..Perhaps it is my turn to pmart that warmth to my children..I have been trying to do it whenever i can, and i think that they will also enjoy these conmforts and satrt liking the places they vist in their journey of life.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
change is constant
The one thing which is constant in life is"change".The cahange could be of various dimensions. It could be a change of palce, change of relationship, change of job,change of career goals and so on and soforth.Though it is accepted by any one and every one that the change is inevitable, still when it happens, very few have welcomed this chang with open heart and head!. I am consciously making use of both the words heart and head as one is connected with emotions while the other one is connected with intellect.Infact many times there is a cnflict at this stge itself, i.e between the heart and head and the end is forewarned.
I am not stipulating the theory that all changes are to be welcomed always, whether you like it or not. What i am envisaging is that seldom you have a choice over the changes that are happening. If the changes are effected at your choice, then the acceptance follows automatically. When the same is thrust on a person, it is not viewed with favour and the resultant turbulence.
As a person who had witnessed cahnges quite often in life at crucial moments of life , with majority of them having been thrust upon me i pondered over the manner in which i have got accustomed to it.
The first, i recall is the time when the change is thrust on me when i have been forced to leave my parents (and in the process the wondeful warmth of the village wherein i was growing up and the few friends with whom i have developed a liking in those tender ages), and to move to chennai to continue my studies by staying in a close relative's house.The first reaction i remember was as if my freedom had been lost. i do not know whether i shed tears or not but i remember that i have spent a copule of sleepless nights(and remember i am a guy who used to love to sleeep (spg intended)for hours together).Then THE WISDOM DAWNED UPON ME THAT I DID NOT HAVE A CHOICE.I can not go to a job as i was hardly in 8th standard or so and i can not go back to the parents due to very personal family reasons.The outlook changed immediately. What can not be cured shall be endured..Is it not? Then came the ways and means.I developed a passion towards my new school, a liking to wards my teachers and a habit to become more friendly with any one around (from an introvert to an extrovert)and that brought about a sea change. And a change for the better. I remember the day when the news poured in at my village (where i returned back the day after writing my last of SSLC exams)that i have stood school first, i have secured the Government of India Merit Scholarship and that i am topper both in English and tamil language exams from among all students of Ramakrisha Boys and Girls High schools at Chennai.
Thus the change which brought me tears initially proved to be the ladder for my stardom at a later date. Yes my acceptance of the change is the starting point and that is possibly the beginning. There were friends, relatives and teachers who helped in various measures(within their limitations ) to enable me to continue my ride up.a special thanks to every one of them.
The next change took place when i shifted my job from a private company in Bangalore to a nationalised bank in Kolkatta and then from Kolkatta to Chennai to join in another nationalised bank.Mind you all these changes at my choice. So acceptance came naturally.But then after the last change to a nationalised bank in Chennai , the events elsewhere proved that my decision to switch over was not properly timed.The timing diiffrence was hardly 3 months between my batch and the previous batch It was not known then that this timing diffrence of 3months is going to result in promotional difference by 3 grades. Yes those who joined 3 months earlier rose to the level of General managers and even EDS while those who joined 3 months later were caught up (for no fault of theirs)in a turmoil of management vs association conflict with the result, a promotion which ought to have within 7 years (maximum) took 12 years .A career thus appeared doomed and the charm on loosing streak.The change in this case was at own choice, initially with a welcome smile , but then the change proved to be counterproductive.Here again i cant allow my self to be a prisoner of circumstances.After all i am not responsible for events beyond my control .In other words the change(arising as aresult of strained relationship between management and association)though not to my liking can not be wished away and hence to be accepted.This acceptance enabled me to look in to my own strngths and to project them properly over the years.With the result thogh i have not reached the level where i ought to have reached, i have nevertheless attained heights which give immense self satisfaction of having done my job well/Thus the acceptance of the change has again brought me , at the end of the day, a contentment.Hereagain there were superiors, collegues and host of others who took pains to understand my calibre(behind my rough ouside facade)and potential and i owe gratitude to all of them.
IF THE READER OF THE BLOG HAS THE PATIENCE TO COME UP TO THIS POINT, HE/SHE MAY BE WONDERING ABOUT THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG BY NOW.SIMPLE...
ACCEPT THE CHANGE AS IT COMES,WHETHER BY CHOICE OR OTHERWISE, LEARN TO ACCEPT THE OUTCOME OF YOUR DECISIONS,PUT IN YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD WITHIN THE FRAME OF LIMTATIONS THAT YOU WORK....THAT IS THE STORY OF CONTENTMENT AND SUCCESS(IF YOU MAY CALL IT SO)
I am not stipulating the theory that all changes are to be welcomed always, whether you like it or not. What i am envisaging is that seldom you have a choice over the changes that are happening. If the changes are effected at your choice, then the acceptance follows automatically. When the same is thrust on a person, it is not viewed with favour and the resultant turbulence.
As a person who had witnessed cahnges quite often in life at crucial moments of life , with majority of them having been thrust upon me i pondered over the manner in which i have got accustomed to it.
The first, i recall is the time when the change is thrust on me when i have been forced to leave my parents (and in the process the wondeful warmth of the village wherein i was growing up and the few friends with whom i have developed a liking in those tender ages), and to move to chennai to continue my studies by staying in a close relative's house.The first reaction i remember was as if my freedom had been lost. i do not know whether i shed tears or not but i remember that i have spent a copule of sleepless nights(and remember i am a guy who used to love to sleeep (spg intended)for hours together).Then THE WISDOM DAWNED UPON ME THAT I DID NOT HAVE A CHOICE.I can not go to a job as i was hardly in 8th standard or so and i can not go back to the parents due to very personal family reasons.The outlook changed immediately. What can not be cured shall be endured..Is it not? Then came the ways and means.I developed a passion towards my new school, a liking to wards my teachers and a habit to become more friendly with any one around (from an introvert to an extrovert)and that brought about a sea change. And a change for the better. I remember the day when the news poured in at my village (where i returned back the day after writing my last of SSLC exams)that i have stood school first, i have secured the Government of India Merit Scholarship and that i am topper both in English and tamil language exams from among all students of Ramakrisha Boys and Girls High schools at Chennai.
Thus the change which brought me tears initially proved to be the ladder for my stardom at a later date. Yes my acceptance of the change is the starting point and that is possibly the beginning. There were friends, relatives and teachers who helped in various measures(within their limitations ) to enable me to continue my ride up.a special thanks to every one of them.
The next change took place when i shifted my job from a private company in Bangalore to a nationalised bank in Kolkatta and then from Kolkatta to Chennai to join in another nationalised bank.Mind you all these changes at my choice. So acceptance came naturally.But then after the last change to a nationalised bank in Chennai , the events elsewhere proved that my decision to switch over was not properly timed.The timing diiffrence was hardly 3 months between my batch and the previous batch It was not known then that this timing diffrence of 3months is going to result in promotional difference by 3 grades. Yes those who joined 3 months earlier rose to the level of General managers and even EDS while those who joined 3 months later were caught up (for no fault of theirs)in a turmoil of management vs association conflict with the result, a promotion which ought to have within 7 years (maximum) took 12 years .A career thus appeared doomed and the charm on loosing streak.The change in this case was at own choice, initially with a welcome smile , but then the change proved to be counterproductive.Here again i cant allow my self to be a prisoner of circumstances.After all i am not responsible for events beyond my control .In other words the change(arising as aresult of strained relationship between management and association)though not to my liking can not be wished away and hence to be accepted.This acceptance enabled me to look in to my own strngths and to project them properly over the years.With the result thogh i have not reached the level where i ought to have reached, i have nevertheless attained heights which give immense self satisfaction of having done my job well/Thus the acceptance of the change has again brought me , at the end of the day, a contentment.Hereagain there were superiors, collegues and host of others who took pains to understand my calibre(behind my rough ouside facade)and potential and i owe gratitude to all of them.
IF THE READER OF THE BLOG HAS THE PATIENCE TO COME UP TO THIS POINT, HE/SHE MAY BE WONDERING ABOUT THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG BY NOW.SIMPLE...
ACCEPT THE CHANGE AS IT COMES,WHETHER BY CHOICE OR OTHERWISE, LEARN TO ACCEPT THE OUTCOME OF YOUR DECISIONS,PUT IN YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD WITHIN THE FRAME OF LIMTATIONS THAT YOU WORK....THAT IS THE STORY OF CONTENTMENT AND SUCCESS(IF YOU MAY CALL IT SO)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
A JOURNEY DOWN THE MEMORY LANE
Scene-1
It was a saturday after noon when i got the message and rushed from office.It was some 25 years back .
I had the first look.At this time i could not exactly recall the feelings which i had then,But i remembered heaving a sigh of relief.I was not knowing then that this relief is going to revisit me often during my life journey.
Scene -2
it was the vijayadasami day, 5 years later.Both me and my wife have been preparing ourselves as to how to prepare our selves for the event and how to handle should there be cries/tears.Then came the surprise.He just went in, with out even batting an eye lid or even turning back to wave at us.Again a sigh of relief...
Scene -3
It was an year later at school day celebrations,Fancy dress competition.A cute smart child takes the audience by storm, by walking onto dais, with calm eyes in saffron cloth and declares in a serene and firm voice 'SARVO JANA SUGINO BHAVANTHU".It was probably an indication of events that are to follow wherein the role of wiping the tears of others by being emphatetic to cause of others , is going to be witnessed.This time it is a sigh of pride..
Scene-4.
15 YEARS LATER.Airport at Hongkong.It was a wait since morning.The air craft arrived about an hour ago and still no trace .Anxieties keep building up.No way to enquire and find out.Then when the unnecessary fears and anxities almost reach the point of blowing up, the big screen out side the arrival lounch indicates arrival, and then follows another sigh of relief.Heavens open to rejoice and down pours last almost thru the journey from airport to City.
Scene -5
It was a holiday in chennai , and a septemeber evening.Through a chat over the computer (which used to be on and often),comes a message wallowing in self grief, but clearly indicating the firm decison rising out of pain of doing some thing which is not to the liking.The pain, when shared gets released and then follows relief..
Scene -6
It was 3 years later.A message awaits at the office that there will be an event to reward the outstanding graduates. Office routine prevents any luxury or even a freedom to attend such important event.It was excatly a week later the photograph depicting the moment of triumph comes in hand and now it is a sigh of great honour,pride and pleasure, all at the same time.
Scene -7
It was 2008.March.Hyderabad.Over a cup of coffee, in the back ground of a drizzling sky , the news is broken.War of hearts.Initial reaction was surprise and then a sigh of great relief-for it signifies the adult hood, acceptance of good and bad mutually.
Scene -8
2008 again.A saturday.Heavy heart and agonising moments.October, for a change is causing hurt.Second seperation in a span of 3 days . More than the physical seperation, the fall out of the relationship and the hurt that it inflicated.This time it was not a sigh of relief but a sigh of anxiety and anguish.
Scene-9
2009-July-Hyderabad.Life has come through an whole circle.The results announced indicate the topper, proving to the self and the world outside the tenacity within and the desire to fight and conquer than to lament and perish.This time it is a sigh of great joy, for it is the confidence which has been restored at levels beeter than at any time in the past.
Scene-10
2010-MARCH
News from Hongkong .Exactly reunion after a decade with another great city, in the offing.It is now received with such a balance of mind wherein there is no great celebration.Now the life has taught what the goal is and how to go about it.There is only a sence of purpose, sence of acievement and a sence of gratitude.
NOW COMES THE GREATEST OF RELIEF.AN ADULT WHO KNOWS HOW TO CARE FOR HIMSELF AND IN THE PROCESS TO CARE FOR OTHERS HAVE ARRIVED.
"MAGAN THANTHIKKATRUM UDAVI,IVAN THANTHAI
ENNOTRAN KOL ENUM SOL"
thanks to Thiruvalluvar....
It was a saturday after noon when i got the message and rushed from office.It was some 25 years back .
I had the first look.At this time i could not exactly recall the feelings which i had then,But i remembered heaving a sigh of relief.I was not knowing then that this relief is going to revisit me often during my life journey.
Scene -2
it was the vijayadasami day, 5 years later.Both me and my wife have been preparing ourselves as to how to prepare our selves for the event and how to handle should there be cries/tears.Then came the surprise.He just went in, with out even batting an eye lid or even turning back to wave at us.Again a sigh of relief...
Scene -3
It was an year later at school day celebrations,Fancy dress competition.A cute smart child takes the audience by storm, by walking onto dais, with calm eyes in saffron cloth and declares in a serene and firm voice 'SARVO JANA SUGINO BHAVANTHU".It was probably an indication of events that are to follow wherein the role of wiping the tears of others by being emphatetic to cause of others , is going to be witnessed.This time it is a sigh of pride..
Scene-4.
15 YEARS LATER.Airport at Hongkong.It was a wait since morning.The air craft arrived about an hour ago and still no trace .Anxieties keep building up.No way to enquire and find out.Then when the unnecessary fears and anxities almost reach the point of blowing up, the big screen out side the arrival lounch indicates arrival, and then follows another sigh of relief.Heavens open to rejoice and down pours last almost thru the journey from airport to City.
Scene -5
It was a holiday in chennai , and a septemeber evening.Through a chat over the computer (which used to be on and often),comes a message wallowing in self grief, but clearly indicating the firm decison rising out of pain of doing some thing which is not to the liking.The pain, when shared gets released and then follows relief..
Scene -6
It was 3 years later.A message awaits at the office that there will be an event to reward the outstanding graduates. Office routine prevents any luxury or even a freedom to attend such important event.It was excatly a week later the photograph depicting the moment of triumph comes in hand and now it is a sigh of great honour,pride and pleasure, all at the same time.
Scene -7
It was 2008.March.Hyderabad.Over a cup of coffee, in the back ground of a drizzling sky , the news is broken.War of hearts.Initial reaction was surprise and then a sigh of great relief-for it signifies the adult hood, acceptance of good and bad mutually.
Scene -8
2008 again.A saturday.Heavy heart and agonising moments.October, for a change is causing hurt.Second seperation in a span of 3 days . More than the physical seperation, the fall out of the relationship and the hurt that it inflicated.This time it was not a sigh of relief but a sigh of anxiety and anguish.
Scene-9
2009-July-Hyderabad.Life has come through an whole circle.The results announced indicate the topper, proving to the self and the world outside the tenacity within and the desire to fight and conquer than to lament and perish.This time it is a sigh of great joy, for it is the confidence which has been restored at levels beeter than at any time in the past.
Scene-10
2010-MARCH
News from Hongkong .Exactly reunion after a decade with another great city, in the offing.It is now received with such a balance of mind wherein there is no great celebration.Now the life has taught what the goal is and how to go about it.There is only a sence of purpose, sence of acievement and a sence of gratitude.
NOW COMES THE GREATEST OF RELIEF.AN ADULT WHO KNOWS HOW TO CARE FOR HIMSELF AND IN THE PROCESS TO CARE FOR OTHERS HAVE ARRIVED.
"MAGAN THANTHIKKATRUM UDAVI,IVAN THANTHAI
ENNOTRAN KOL ENUM SOL"
thanks to Thiruvalluvar....
Monday, September 6, 2010
A TRIBUTE TO TEACHERS
I do not know at this juncture, whom i should recall from my memories to honour them on this day devoted to Gurus,and i indeed feel guilty that i have not done it all along in the span of last 58years.My son is a guru, to me at this moment and the first heart felt thanks to him , for having reminded me about my omission, by his post, which is a classic tribute to his teachers.
And coming to the word "Guru", is it confined to only teachers(School, college etc0 or does it extend beyond that.To me before broaching on this issue let me place my gratitude to my teachers who made me what i am to day...
It goes back to Sita teacher(SRI DEVI ELEMENTARY SCHOOL), who took care of me during my first years of schooling, and in the same breath i must acknowledge my other teacher(my own sister Jayam)who with out teaching any thing, lives day in and day out as a role model to be pursued .
Then the memory lane takes me to the next important teacher of my life, who taught me the values of life, a strong belief system in God,self confidence by identifying, accepting and making me a leader to lead various debates, classes etc , who taught me mathematics and English and made me to secure state rank and a school first rank in my school.MANY OF THE VALUES IN LIFE WHICH I HOLD EVEN ON DATE , I OWE it to Sri Vijayaraghavachariar(RAMA KRISHNA MISSION HIGH SCHOOL-North branch).
My college days brought me back the passion for English language as well as Tamil langauge, and since then they were my two eyes.The ease and expertise with which i was able to handle the behavoural science classes ,in both languages , simultaneously later in my life as a faculty , the taste that i have developed to authors like Jayakanthan, Thi Janagiraman, NA Parathasarathy , JK, etc all flowed from my two teachers at College Sri Jagannatha Chariar(Tamil) and sri K.Srinivasan
English).I still recall with agony and pleasure at the same time, when my professor of English did the last part of Antony and cleopatra, the death scene of cleopatra.The entire class was moved and in tears at that moment when he acted like cleopatra,and none of us could take lunch on that day. All of us skipped our lunch as no one was in a mood to go to lunch.And that was the day i recognised the greatness of true love.
Then when i moved in to the professional pursuit, Sri Sadagopan, a chartered accountant by profession, taught me the values about the profession and th need to maintain the highest clarity and integrity, backed with practical wisdom in issues of importance.
LATER WHEN I HAVE TAKEN BANKING AS MY CAREER THE ONE PERSON WHOM I SHOULD MAKE A reference to for all the guidance that he gave to me is Sri Ganesan, who made my career graph to ascend the way in which it is presently progressing.
That much about the teachers, i.e the manner in which the term is loosely understood by masses-then there are many more teachers, like a friend in need, a father's untold love, a mother's spoken love, a sweet heart's timely advise, the actions and words of near and dear, a son and a daughter, and even the opposition of an enemy ,events in society which revolve around you all these are great masters of life. And as my son succinctly put it the life itself is the greatest leveller and to that extent a great teacher too.
I dip my banner in acknowlegement to all those who have contributed directly and indirectly in so many ways for shaping my life.
September 6, 2010 1:20 PM
And coming to the word "Guru", is it confined to only teachers(School, college etc0 or does it extend beyond that.To me before broaching on this issue let me place my gratitude to my teachers who made me what i am to day...
It goes back to Sita teacher(SRI DEVI ELEMENTARY SCHOOL), who took care of me during my first years of schooling, and in the same breath i must acknowledge my other teacher(my own sister Jayam)who with out teaching any thing, lives day in and day out as a role model to be pursued .
Then the memory lane takes me to the next important teacher of my life, who taught me the values of life, a strong belief system in God,self confidence by identifying, accepting and making me a leader to lead various debates, classes etc , who taught me mathematics and English and made me to secure state rank and a school first rank in my school.MANY OF THE VALUES IN LIFE WHICH I HOLD EVEN ON DATE , I OWE it to Sri Vijayaraghavachariar(RAMA KRISHNA MISSION HIGH SCHOOL-North branch).
My college days brought me back the passion for English language as well as Tamil langauge, and since then they were my two eyes.The ease and expertise with which i was able to handle the behavoural science classes ,in both languages , simultaneously later in my life as a faculty , the taste that i have developed to authors like Jayakanthan, Thi Janagiraman, NA Parathasarathy , JK, etc all flowed from my two teachers at College Sri Jagannatha Chariar(Tamil) and sri K.Srinivasan
English).I still recall with agony and pleasure at the same time, when my professor of English did the last part of Antony and cleopatra, the death scene of cleopatra.The entire class was moved and in tears at that moment when he acted like cleopatra,and none of us could take lunch on that day. All of us skipped our lunch as no one was in a mood to go to lunch.And that was the day i recognised the greatness of true love.
Then when i moved in to the professional pursuit, Sri Sadagopan, a chartered accountant by profession, taught me the values about the profession and th need to maintain the highest clarity and integrity, backed with practical wisdom in issues of importance.
LATER WHEN I HAVE TAKEN BANKING AS MY CAREER THE ONE PERSON WHOM I SHOULD MAKE A reference to for all the guidance that he gave to me is Sri Ganesan, who made my career graph to ascend the way in which it is presently progressing.
That much about the teachers, i.e the manner in which the term is loosely understood by masses-then there are many more teachers, like a friend in need, a father's untold love, a mother's spoken love, a sweet heart's timely advise, the actions and words of near and dear, a son and a daughter, and even the opposition of an enemy ,events in society which revolve around you all these are great masters of life. And as my son succinctly put it the life itself is the greatest leveller and to that extent a great teacher too.
I dip my banner in acknowlegement to all those who have contributed directly and indirectly in so many ways for shaping my life.
September 6, 2010 1:20 PM
Friday, September 3, 2010
Surya -The sun
Surian in Tamil langauge means the Sun God,and i would like to clarify at the outset that this post has no connection what so ever with the Sun-god.It is more with reference to the human beings, with Surya as their names whom i had occasion to move with/learn about..
And believe it or not, true to the names the incumbents, whichever gender they belong to, exhibited the warmth, brightness and the energy like the sun.
I recall that in my memory path , the first reference to Surya is to one of the siblings of my close realtive.I used to visit their home when i was alone In New Delhi(due to job compulsions) and used to frequent their home.,during week ends.
POssibly a child at the age of 8 or 9 perhaps, she has always been roaming around with a smile which is natural which normally comes out when a person is not under a compulsion to smile.With both her parents employed, i have seen her taking care of her younger sibling (2 yerars younger) till her parents return.The hospitality shown to visitors is always a treat to watch.To top it all she has been continuously arank holder in her academics that she pursued.The seed shows the quality of the tree. And yes , now in her adult hood she is employed with one of the leading financial institutions in MUMBAI and is perhaps taking home a salary , at double the levels of mine(which i have started drwaing only an year back!!.The point is not about the money /salary. The point is that even as of now, she is the same old kid Surya , in her approach, attitude marked with pleasantness, and the brilliance.
The next Surya, is the one belonging to Bolly wood.Perhaps i have seen almost all his movies though i am not a regular movie goer.What has impressed me about him, other than his acting talents is his sincerity of love when he wedded Jothiga, his coactress, possibly surmounting the family obstacles and patiently waiting to win any one and everyone's support for the same in due course of time.And his contribution to the society.Quite a few actors have been conscious of the society and have been contributing their mite(my first idol in this regard is KAMAL) , but the way in which Surya has started his association with noble causes (even before he became a celebrity so to say) including his participation in 'SAVE THE TIGER COMPAIGN" show his down to earth personality and the deep concerns that he has to wards uplifting society and his love for animals too.(i am specifically drawing reference to his love for animals as those who are capable of love , love every thing...human or other wise..and that is the major grandeur in life..to be in a position to love, whether it is reciprocated or not, for true love brings the harmony and peace within).
My last reference to Surya, is to a kid, hardly 2 years old.I remember the occasion when i went for the Seemantham celebration,to mUmbai, when the kid was in the womb of its mother waiting to see the world.Then the dawn arrived and so also Surya. The next time it was when i went to spend some time with my son who was working in Mumbai, who had the lively company of little Surya to give him some smile and comfort whenever he returns from a busy day at office, lonely and tired. And when i visited tahn i was attracted by 2 main features, one the dark,beautiful and energetic eyes and the second, its smile, readily available as and when you call the kid by its name.The third occasion was in Oppiliappan temple, the event being the first birthday of the kid, when its dark , dangling hair all over the head, had been cleanly shaven., a dazzling "mottai" in tamil, and i love "mottais" and i get happiness by a touch of such young children .And when ever i touched, Surya acknowledged with a smile.Then in the recent fortnight when i had been to Bhopal to visit my siter.Surya has also arrived with his patients. And two days with Surya, the games that we played(a fifty eight year old with a two year old), the echoing sounds which Surya emiited, the tingling of laughter all tru the day, the teasing moments we encountered when Surya gave a nice kiss to every one , except my wife who was begging for it almost from the time she arrived(Surya compensated later by hugging her and kissing her in exchnge for some "kalkandu")Alas , she has to bribe the child for a kiss, where as we all got it as a matter of right..Enough stuff for me to keep teasing my wife on that count ...
Children are really a reflection of the God.Their presence and their nearness is adequate to give you a smile and comfort.Possibly it is the quality exhibited from the child hood which mark the later part of life as an adult. If that is true,Surya, the kid, is going to tempt women around him in days to come with his teasing smiles, mischivous cries, and hide and seek games.And yes, the eyes are going to be his weapons to destroy the opposition, in split seconds..Glory to Surya..
And believe it or not, true to the names the incumbents, whichever gender they belong to, exhibited the warmth, brightness and the energy like the sun.
I recall that in my memory path , the first reference to Surya is to one of the siblings of my close realtive.I used to visit their home when i was alone In New Delhi(due to job compulsions) and used to frequent their home.,during week ends.
POssibly a child at the age of 8 or 9 perhaps, she has always been roaming around with a smile which is natural which normally comes out when a person is not under a compulsion to smile.With both her parents employed, i have seen her taking care of her younger sibling (2 yerars younger) till her parents return.The hospitality shown to visitors is always a treat to watch.To top it all she has been continuously arank holder in her academics that she pursued.The seed shows the quality of the tree. And yes , now in her adult hood she is employed with one of the leading financial institutions in MUMBAI and is perhaps taking home a salary , at double the levels of mine(which i have started drwaing only an year back!!.The point is not about the money /salary. The point is that even as of now, she is the same old kid Surya , in her approach, attitude marked with pleasantness, and the brilliance.
The next Surya, is the one belonging to Bolly wood.Perhaps i have seen almost all his movies though i am not a regular movie goer.What has impressed me about him, other than his acting talents is his sincerity of love when he wedded Jothiga, his coactress, possibly surmounting the family obstacles and patiently waiting to win any one and everyone's support for the same in due course of time.And his contribution to the society.Quite a few actors have been conscious of the society and have been contributing their mite(my first idol in this regard is KAMAL) , but the way in which Surya has started his association with noble causes (even before he became a celebrity so to say) including his participation in 'SAVE THE TIGER COMPAIGN" show his down to earth personality and the deep concerns that he has to wards uplifting society and his love for animals too.(i am specifically drawing reference to his love for animals as those who are capable of love , love every thing...human or other wise..and that is the major grandeur in life..to be in a position to love, whether it is reciprocated or not, for true love brings the harmony and peace within).
My last reference to Surya, is to a kid, hardly 2 years old.I remember the occasion when i went for the Seemantham celebration,to mUmbai, when the kid was in the womb of its mother waiting to see the world.Then the dawn arrived and so also Surya. The next time it was when i went to spend some time with my son who was working in Mumbai, who had the lively company of little Surya to give him some smile and comfort whenever he returns from a busy day at office, lonely and tired. And when i visited tahn i was attracted by 2 main features, one the dark,beautiful and energetic eyes and the second, its smile, readily available as and when you call the kid by its name.The third occasion was in Oppiliappan temple, the event being the first birthday of the kid, when its dark , dangling hair all over the head, had been cleanly shaven., a dazzling "mottai" in tamil, and i love "mottais" and i get happiness by a touch of such young children .And when ever i touched, Surya acknowledged with a smile.Then in the recent fortnight when i had been to Bhopal to visit my siter.Surya has also arrived with his patients. And two days with Surya, the games that we played(a fifty eight year old with a two year old), the echoing sounds which Surya emiited, the tingling of laughter all tru the day, the teasing moments we encountered when Surya gave a nice kiss to every one , except my wife who was begging for it almost from the time she arrived(Surya compensated later by hugging her and kissing her in exchnge for some "kalkandu")Alas , she has to bribe the child for a kiss, where as we all got it as a matter of right..Enough stuff for me to keep teasing my wife on that count ...
Children are really a reflection of the God.Their presence and their nearness is adequate to give you a smile and comfort.Possibly it is the quality exhibited from the child hood which mark the later part of life as an adult. If that is true,Surya, the kid, is going to tempt women around him in days to come with his teasing smiles, mischivous cries, and hide and seek games.And yes, the eyes are going to be his weapons to destroy the opposition, in split seconds..Glory to Surya..
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