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Embodiment of Love

During the II world war in 1941, it was a difficult time for our family at Rameswaram. I was a ten year old boy then. War had almost reached our doors of Rameswaram since the cloud of war had already reached Colombo. Almost everything was a rarity from food articles to anything. Ours was a large joint family. The size of our family was five sons and five daughters and three of whom had families. I used to see in my house anytime three cradles. My grandmother and mother were almost managing this large contingent.

The environment in the home alternated by happiness and sadness. I used to get up at four in the morning, take bath and went to my teacher Swamiyar for learning mathematics. He will not accept students if they had not taken bath. He was a unique mathematics teacher and he used to take only five students for free tuition in a year. My mother used to get up before me, and gave bath to me and prepared me to go for the tuition.

I use to comeback at 5:30 when my father would be waiting for taking me to the Namaz and Koran Sharif learning in Arabic school. After that I used to go to Rameswaram Road Railway station, three kilometers away to collect newspaper. Madras Dhanushkodi Mail will pass through the station but will not stop, since it was war time. The newspaper bundle will be thrown from the running train to the platform.

I used to collect the paper and run around the Rameswaram town and be the first one to distribute the newspapers in the town. My elder cousin brother was the agent who went away to Sri Lanka in search of better livelihood. After distribution, I used to come home at 8 AM. My mother will give me a simple breakfast with a special quota compared to other children because I was studying and working simultaneously.

After the school gets over in the evening, again I will go around Rameswaran for collection of dues from customers. I still remember an incident which I would like to share with you. As a young boy I was walking, running and studying all together. One day, when all my brothers and sisters were sitting and eating, my mother went on giving me chapattis (even though we are rice eaters only, wheat was rationed). When I finished eating, my elder brother called me privately and scolded “Kalam do you know what was happening? You went on eating Chappati, and mother went on giving you. She has given all her chappatis to you. It is difficult time. Be a responsible son and do not make your mother starve”.

First time I had a shivering sensation and I could not control myself. I rushed to my mother and hugged her. Even though I was studying in 5th class, I had a special place in my home because I was the last guy in the family. There used to be no electricity. Our house was lit by the kerosene lamp that too between 7 to 9 PM. My mother specially gave me a small kerosene lamp so that I can study up to 11 PM. I still remember my mother in a full moon night which has been portrayed with the title “mother” in my book “Wings of Fire”.

Mother
“I still remember the day when I was ten,
Sleeping on your lap to the envy of my elder brothers and sisters.
It was full moon night, my world only you knew Mother!, My Mother!
When at midnight, I woke with tears falling on my knee
You knew the pain of your child, My Mother.
Your caring hands, tenderly removing the pain
Your love, your care, your faith gave me strength,
To face the world without fear and with His strength.
We will meet again on the great Judgment Day. My Mother!

This is the story of my mother who lived ninety three years, a woman of love, a woman of kindness and above all a woman of divine nature. My mother performed Namaz five times everyday. During Namaz, my mother always looked angelic. Every time I saw her during Namaz I was inspired and moved.

By,

Dr. APJ Abdulkalam

 

WISH YOU ALL VERY HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY…

 

Source:

Dr. Kalam’s Page

Article: My Mother – Aug 1, 2008

http://www.abdulkalam.com/kalam/jsp/display_content.jsp?menuid=22&menuname=Dr.Kalam%F6s%20Page&linkid=130&linkname=Profile&content=896&columnno=0&starts=0&menu_image=-&myheader=My%20Mother&titlename=null

 

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A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read: “Puppies For Sale”. Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner’s sign.

“How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.

The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 to $50.”

The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change.

“I have $2.37,” he said. “Can I please look at them?”

The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran out in the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.

 

One puppy was lagging considerably behind.

Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, “What’s wrong with that little dog?”

The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn’t have a hip socket. It would always be lame.

The little boy became excited. “That is the puppy that I want to buy.”

The store owner said, “No, you don’t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you.”

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner’s eyes, pointing his finger, and said, “I don’t want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I’ll pay full price. In fact, I’ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.”

The store owner countered, “You really don’t want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.”

To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, “Well, I don’t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands.”
 

 

Don’t we all need someone who understands us ???

 

 
Source: http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-756.html

 

சந்திரரே,
எனக்கென தேய்வதால்
நீயும் வெண்ணிலவே…
நீ
முகம் காட்ட மறுக்கும் நாளெல்லாம்
முழுமை அடையவில்லை என் நாட்கள்…

 

தூயவரே,
இரவில் இமை மூடி விழித்திருக்கிறேன்
நீ என் தலை வருடும் சுகம் உணர…

 

தோழரே,
வழியில் மட்டுமின்றி
வாழ்விலும் கண் மூடி நடக்கிறேன்
உன் கரம் பற்றிய துணிவில்…

 

பிரிவென்னும் வலி பொறுக்கா
கோழை நான்
புது உறவுகள் பல காட்டி நீ பிரிந்தால்
பிரிவது என் உடல் மட்டுமே…

 

என்றும் என் பெயர் பின்
உன் பெயர் சேரும் வரம் வேண்டும்
தருவாயா???

 

செல்வரே,
எனக்கென நிழலிலும் குடை பிடிக்கிறாய்
என் புன்னகையே உன் வாழ்வின் லட்சியம் என்கிறாய்
உதடுகள் பேசாமல் என் உள்ளம் அறிகின்றாய்

 

இளைஞரே,
எனக்கென இமயத்தையும் கொண்டு வருகிறாய்
நான் கேட்கும் வரம் தர மறுப்பது ஏனோ???

 

நீர் ஆசையும் நிறைவேறக்கூடும்
உன் அன்பை தோற்கடிக்கும்
அன்பர் இவ்வுலகில் உண்டெனில்…
உயிரே அதுவரை காத்திரு

 

அன்பென்னும் செல்வத்தின் ராஜனே,
பரிசுகள் பல நீ   தரினும்
கிடைத்தற்கரிய பரிசு உன் மனைவி மட்டுமே… 🙂

 

என் உயிரே,
உன்னை நினைத்து வாழும் ஒவ்வொரு நாளும்
எனக்கு தந்தையர் தினமே…

 

– என்றென்றும்
லாவண்யா செல்வராஜ்  🙂

 

Dedicated to all the Fathers in the world………..

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

Recently i  red the Story Wedding PassBook. I got it in mail. I felt its very interesting and i hope that there’s some valuable meaning within it… When i surf in net regarding the Divorse rate in India, it shocks me.

11 marriages out of 1,000 marriages (around 1 marriage out of 100 marriages) ends up to divorce in India. This figure was even low in 1990. In 1990, 7.40 marriages out of 1,000 marriages ended up in divorce in India.

The divorce rate in India is even quite lower in the villages in India and higher in urban parts of India. These days divorce rates in India’s urban sphere are shooting up.

I feel the major reason behind the rise of  divorse rate is mostly lack of understanding between the couples. When the couples love each other truly, mistakes are Tolerable……… When there is a fake affection there arises the problem.

The  Strength of India lies in its Tradition and Culture. We are losing it slowly by the impact of Western Culture.

திருமணங்கள் சொர்க்கத்தில் நிச்சயிக்க படுதோ இல்லையோ, திருமணத்தின் வெற்றி கண்டிப்பா இரு மனங்களின் புரிதலில் நிச்சயிக்க படுது….

I hope if every Couples follow this concept of Wedding Passbook, v can reduce the divorse rate in India considerably…….. 🙂 I hope so……..

Wedding PassBook

Monica married Nick this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.
Mother: ‘Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there’s something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it’s about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I’ve done the first one for you today. Do the others with Nick.
When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you’ve had.’
Monica shared this with Nick when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. This was what they did after certain time:
* 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Nick after marriage
* 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica
* 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
* 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant
* 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Nick got promoted
* ….. and so on…
However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn’t talk much. They regretted that they had married the nastiest people in the world…. no more love…Kind of typical nowadays, huh?
One day Monica talked to her Mother: ‘Mom, we can’t stand it anymore.We agree to divorce. I can’t imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!”
Mother: ‘Sure, girl, that’s no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can’t stand it. But before that, do one thing first.
Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage.’
Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.
When she was home, she handed the passbook to Nick, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.
The next day, Nick gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: ‘This is the day I notice how much I’ve loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you’ve brought me.’
They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe, The money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.

“When you fall in any way, don’t see the place where you fell instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes.”

One day boy asked his girl friend to marry him. She gave him a challenge.
To live a day without her…….. only then she will marry him.

No communication was between them for 24 hours.

The boy did not know that girl has only 24 hours life left because she was seriously ill.
After 24 hours the boy went to girl home holding a ring.
He was shocked knowing she is dead.
She left a letter for him saying,
“u did it and you can be without me.
Do it everyday my dear!
I MISS U
With tears…”

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