SUBSIDISED LPG ?

With ref to GOI's proposel on putting cap for subsidised domestic LPG cylinders,the criteria which is planned,basis income tax payment and owning of house,2 wheelers etc is absurd.Income tax itself is requires reforms to suit current inflationery and cost of living expenses.Income tax slabs has not been revised much particulary after the high inflationary trends are seen for past 2-3 years.It has not consided the increasing fuel oil prices,cost of living index or the inflationery trend of basic food items including vegetables and fruits(and all the medics and articles on health says to keep servings of vegetables and fruits !).In such case linking income tax payment to subsidy is irrational.What is the logic where there are more depends to a single earner who pays income tax?The cap for supplying cylinders should also consider number of family members,their income and not merely on basis of income tax paid,owning a two wheeler or house.Hope subsidised cylinders will not be delivered as in line with Income tax paid.High tax full filled cylinder and low tax less filled cylinders.Should be going back to an age where every house hold has to collect the firewood?If so then where are we supposed to go?Is this a business oppurtunity for the food processing companies?Most probably a new food system is on the anvil?Food articles which can be eaten once in a day and provides energy for 24/48 hrs? OR AS A NORMAL HUMAN WOULD WE BECOME MORE CONSIOUS ON USING THESE RESOURSES resulting in a less polluted,optimally used resourses and making the world a better place to live !

2 States-A Novel just like India romantic movies

Much acclaimed..much read new sensation Chetan Bhagat has given readers a new novel '2 states'.The title resembles Dickens 'tale of two cities',and the content...not to say much about it..Its just a Bollywood movie story sans masalas,songs and a villain who would abduct the heroine.Exception-the story is not set in the background of rich hero and a poor heroine or viz.Comes with an IIT and IIM-A tags.Heroine a south indian in marketing dept at HLL and hero a north indian Punjabi at Citibank. Once stage is set the usual villains comes in,as a clash between the Punjabi and Iyer cultures.Traditional vs Trends.Hero has a droubled family, heroine a traditional family..thanks that its not too traditional..atleast the heroines father is working as a banker ! .After all the confusions and troubles as every bollywood(rather every india movies of this genre) ends with a happy marriage.Yet 2 cities gives a glance of cultural difference of two regions and a little bit of funny things hero faces at a traditional brahmin marriage at Chennai.Book comes with a tag as story of his own marriage(so the story is not a imaginery one..FORGIVEN.)Can be read once not more than that..if you itch to read once more suggest see any India movies atleast it comes with songs,fights and ends within two and an half hour. Better Chetan should have wrote a text book or a case study for IIM/Management grads titled 'Cross culture management - a case study on my marriage' !

NAMBIAR GURUJI Speaks on self - dependency

Had we ever analysed on to what extend are we dependent or independent in our course of life.Ofcourse at childhood we are dependent and once careerlife starts how much are we depend on others.Though we are depending on many on day to day activities right from the drivers to vegetable vendors to doctors and IT personnels,but when does self dependency starts and end?

Earlier days there was a life cycle or say a living cycle.ie depend on parents during childhood,then comes the stage of self dependency while adults and after dependent on ones children.Due to changes in life style,accesibility for a quality life,and ever changing tastes & preferances has bought changes in the dependency factor. The growing gap between generations had made this more.In todays situation we have to think on how much worth is to depend on ones children throughout the life time.Every generation moves soo fast that its too tough to keep up a pace with the changing ideas, attitudes, behaviours and tastes.So a parent cannot run parellely with the new generations who makes them outdated at every instance.Also the changing lifestyles and situations makes generations to have a different look at their parents.

Once upon a time parents where guides to their children who would hold the hand and help to realize the life and its means.In todays scenerio of information overflow,parents as guide to life and future is minimised.And as quoted by Gibran in his book prophet '

"For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday."

When parents start pull down their childrens to think like them strangled relations starts.

So question arises,should we depend on our childrens for our tommorrow.To arrive at the answer lets look into something in general.Will children be same when they grow old,will they show the same love and emotions.Can their parents adjust to the fast changing culture,technology,ways of living, their children's adopt. The final question will they take care of you when you are old?

Even the die hard optimistic will doubt in answering a positive reply for these questions. In these situations what can a parent or an individual can do the best? Not to expect any thing from their children.As a parent the duty ceases till education is given to the extend that his child can chose between right and wrong.Moreover a parent cannot be held responsible for the way their children lives.To summerise the relationship between a parent and children starts from the birth process till making him to chose his way of life.

And that makes a man to be depend on self till his death ! Hence the final question arise

still the purpose of marriage and running a family is revelevent ?

KHALIL GIBRAN ON WORK

Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.

And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,

And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,

And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,

And all work is empty save when there is love;

And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.

And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."

But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.

And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

KHALIL GIBRAN ON MARRIAGE

Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"

And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

KHALIL GIBRAN ON CHILDREN

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

പെണ്ണ് കാണലും പൂവന്‍ പഴവും - 1

ഒരാള്‍ പെണ്ണ് കാണാന്‍പെണ്ണിന്‍റെ വീട്ടില്‍ പോകുന്നു.സ്ഥിരം പലഹാരങ്ങള്‍ ആയ ചായ,mixture,പ്രതിക്ഷിച്ചാണ് പോയത്.എന്നാല്‍ വാട്ടിയ അട,നെയ്യപ്പം,തെങ്ങചിരകിയിട്ട കടും ശര്‍ക്കര കാപ്പി പിന്നെ ഒരു പൂവന്‍ പഴവും..കര്ഷക ബാക്ക്ഗ്രൌണ്ടില്‍ വളര്ന്നു മെട്രോ നഗരത്തില്ലേക്ക് ജീവിതം കരു‌ പിടിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ പോയ പയ്യന്‍സ് ഈ സത്കാരത്തില്‍ താനെ ഫ്ലാറ്റ് ആയി.പെണ്ണ് കെടുന്നുന്ടെഗില്‍ ഇവിടെ നിന്നു തന്നെ എന്ന് മനസ്സില്‍ ഉറപ്പിചു.ഓഹ് എന്തൊരു സിംപ്ലിസിടി ,എന്തുമാത്രം പലഹാരങ്ങള്‍..എന്ങില്ലും കുട്ടിയെ കണ്ടു സംസാരിക്കണം.ഇത്തരം ഒരു സത്കാരം നടതുനവ്വര്‍ ഒരു പഴയ മട്ടുക്കാര്‍ ആയിരിക്കും..കുട്ട്യോട് സംസാരിക്കാന്‍ സമതിക്കുമോ...അപ്പോള്‍ പിതാശ്രി മഹാ രാജും അമ്മ മാഹാരാണിയും ഒന്നിച്ചു മൊഴിഞ്ഞു.ഇപ്പോളത്തെ കുട്ടിക്കള്‍ അല്ലെ..എന്തെങ്ങിലും പറയാനോ മറ്റോ ഉണ്ടെങ്കില്‍...
പയ്യന്‍സ് (മനസ്സില്‍): ഇതാണ് culture.. കണ്ടു അറിഞ്ഞു ചെയ്യുനവര്‍..കല്യാണം ഇപ്പോഴെ ഉറപ്പിക്കാം .. a blend of tradition and modernity..വാ റെ വാ ..
പിടകോഴി ആവാന്‍ പോകുന്ന പൂന്കുയിലാലും പയ്യന്‍സും തമ്മില്‍ ഉള്ള ഡയലോഗ്
പയ്യന്‍സ് : എന്താണ് പേര് ?
കുയിലാല്‍ : .........നിങ്ങളുടെ ?
പയ്യ്:ദ്രിഷ്ട്ടധിയുംനന്നന്‍ MBA
കു:കളിയാകുന്നോ?
പയ്യ്:അല്ല അറിയാഞ്ഞിട്ട്‌ ചോദിക്കുവആരും എന്റെ പേര് പറഞ്ഞു തനില്ലെ?
കു: പറഞ്ഞു ...പക്ഷെ വോയിസ്‌ സ്വീറ്റ് ആണോ എന്നോ അറിയാന്‍ വേണ്ടി..
പയ്യ്: വോയിസ്‌ സ്വീറ്റ് ആവാന്‍ ദിവസവും സാധഗം ചെയ്യുന്നുണ്ട്..കുളിമുറിയില്‍ പാടിനോക്കാര്‍ ഉണ്ട്...പശു കയറു പൊട്ടിച്ചതായും.പോലീസ് സ്‌റ്റേഷനില്‍ FIR രജിസ്റ്റര്‍ ചെയ്യ്തതായും അറിവില്ല.
കുട്ടിയുടെ ശബ്ദം എന്താന്ന് അടച്ചിരിക്കുനത്?
കു: അത്..ഐസ്-ക്രീം കഴിച്ചിട്ടാണ്.
പയ്യ്: ഐസ്-ക്രീം അത്ര ഇഷ്ട്ടം ആണോ?
കു:ബാസ്കിന്‍ രോബ്ബിന്‍സ് ആണ് ബ്രാന്‍ഡ്..
പയ്യ്: ഉമ്മ്
കു:വര്‍ഷത്തില്‍ 300ദിവസവും ഇങ്ങനെ ആയിരിക്കും
പയ്യ്:(മനസില്‍)ഭാസ്കിന്‍ രൂബിന്‍സ് സ്കൂപ് ഒന്നു 125rs,2scoop/day 300days ....
കു: എന്താണ് അല്ലോചികുന്നത്
പയ്യ്: ഈ ഒന്നും ഇല്ല .. എനിക്ക് ഫ്രിഇഴെരില്‍ ഉണ്ടാവുന്ന ice cube ആണ് ഇഷ്ടം
കു:വെറുതെ കഴിക്കാന്‍ഓ അതോ ഗ്ലാസ്സില്‍ ഇടണോ ...?
പയ്യ്:(വിഷയം മാറ്റി കൊണ്ടു)എന്തിനു പഠിക്കുന്നു ?
കു:M.Sc Pschyology
പയ്യ്:(ഞെട്ടുന്നു )...എവിടെ ആണ് പഠിക്കുന്നത്..
കു: French കോളനി ആയിര്രുന്ന മാഹീഇല്‍.
പയ്യ്: മുകുന്ദന്ട്ടെ നാട്ടില്‍ അല്ലെ?
കു: യേത് മുകുന്ദന്‍ ?
പയ്യ്:മൈയഴി പുഴകുടെ അവിടെ എഴുതിയ..
കു:(ആലോചിക്കുന്നു) മലയാളം അത്ര പോര .englishill Jeffrey archer,stephen king..
പയ്യ്:(സാഹിത്യ വിവരം ഉള്ള പെന്നെ വേണ്ടു എന്ന് പലകുറി പറഞ്ഞതാണ് ഇതു ഒരു മാതിരി പൈന്ന്കിളി ആയി പ്പോയി..എങ്ങിലും അവസാന ഒരു അടവ് നോക്കാം )... എനിക്ക് ഇഷ്ട്ടം Albert Camus,Gabriel garcia marquez,somerset maugham...
കു: ഓ ക്ലാസിക്സ് ആണ് അല്ലെ..
പയ്യ്: (ഒന്നംമത്തെ criteria പൊളിഞ്ഞു പോകുന്നത് കണ്ടു കൊണ്ടു)...ഉം
കു:നിങ്ങള്‍ എന്താണ് പഠിച്ചത്..
പയ്യ്:MBA ഇന്‍ Hotel management and catering technology
കു:(മനസ്സില്‍ രക്ഷപെട്ടു ..അങ്ങനെ ഭക്ഷണം ഉണ്ടാകാതെ രക്ഷപെട്ടു )..ഓഹ് ഞാനും ആ course ചെയ്യണം എന്ന് ആഗ്രഹം ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു .

പയ്യ് :(മനസ്സില്‍ ..ഓഹ് അപ്പോള്‍ പാചകം ഉക്കെ interest ഉള്ള ആളാന്ന് ..വിഭവങ്ങള്‍ കണ്ടപ്പോള്‍

തന്നെ മനസിലായി .നല്ല ടേസ്റ്റ് ..ഫൈവ് സ്റ്റാര്‍ ഹോട്ടല്‍ ഭക്ഷണം മടുത്തു നല്ല homely ഫുഡ് കഴിക്കാം .

സാഹിത്യം പോട്ടെ എന്ന് വിചാരിക്കാം )
കു:എന്തൊക്കെ ദിശേസ് ഉണ്ടാക്കും? പയ്യ്:എല്ലാം..
കു: പാര്‍ട്ട് ഇഷ്ടം ? പയ്യ്: കഞ്ഞിയ്യും ചെറുപയര്‍ പുഴുക്കും മീന്‍ പൊരിച്ചതും.
കു:(മനസ്സില്‍ ഇതു എന്തു മാനുഷിയന്‍ ..വല്ല high class മെനുവും പറയും എന്നോ വിചാരിച്ചപ്പോള്‍..തനി കണ്‍ട്രി ഫെല്ലോ.)
പയ്യ്:കുക്കിംഗ്‌ അറിയാംമോ ?

Intervel....end of part one