tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203672091583098722024-03-26T12:17:45.155+05:30Joseph Varghese Kureethara CMIUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-15651393316560983092020-12-20T15:22:00.003+05:302020-12-20T15:22:42.027+05:30Develop a skeleton for each day<p><span style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;">One has to develop one's own habit of writing. One important characteristic of habit is that one may not realize what one does in a habitual action. This has positive and negative impacts. </span></p><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;">In skill oriented works, this provides speed and perfection. Even at home we do experience some of these habitual actions that make us happy. In my mind the most noticeable habitual action at home is my mother's cooking. She cooks like a magician. All our mothers do this. Mothers are miracles. They are miracle workers. </div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqbUVaHGELR_OpMFJXXLa73selW3u6FEchpDYTPuoSzRhfwXQ8wvDchgYsejAJ7QqGYcavBTSoWsevRC6mJu0v00_d94CMS7WQTobS75EuPO4On8FaD6BXwN8SbtoWDd5ehqppobgJrE/s777/unnamed+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="777" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqbUVaHGELR_OpMFJXXLa73selW3u6FEchpDYTPuoSzRhfwXQ8wvDchgYsejAJ7QqGYcavBTSoWsevRC6mJu0v00_d94CMS7WQTobS75EuPO4On8FaD6BXwN8SbtoWDd5ehqppobgJrE/s320/unnamed+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;">Nevertheless, habitual actions may not always be good. Prayer is the best case. We do not even sometimes know what we do during the prayer time. Another less impactful action is our relationships and gestures at home. We take things for granted and lead life without enjoying the thrill of it. Do we appreciate what our family members do? Do we express it publicly?</div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;">Writing can be meaningful even when it becomes a habitual action. It might be boring too after some time. One way to improve writing as a meaningful habitual action is to have a skeleton for everyday writing. For example, at least invisibly you can have the following points whenever you write.</div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><ul><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Introduction</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Inauguration</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Examples</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Major stress</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Narrative style</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Story</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Pictures</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Quotes</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Comparisons</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Conclusion</li></ul></div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;">Once you have these kinds of points to focus, take a permutation of them on each day. Let your writing be a flow. Let it be a dance of words on your paper.</div><div style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-72291411621570240562020-12-14T08:10:00.001+05:302020-12-14T08:10:13.080+05:30Computer and Internet can wait<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">As a toddler, I started writing with my fingers on a spread of rice.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHq8_uyg6Au9fCUZe05_3onHptzI3BIEEuh1rdnq2UxV-O4cgs8K9pYjfOlwX_qKGVgmWZaX1fBOIyN6BIhxwMSU7P3ltIJuLiGaMzbHv0UlQb4z7RxBVAIZbtpKF7WXSjECKPLhhINc/s608/handandrice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHq8_uyg6Au9fCUZe05_3onHptzI3BIEEuh1rdnq2UxV-O4cgs8K9pYjfOlwX_qKGVgmWZaX1fBOIyN6BIhxwMSU7P3ltIJuLiGaMzbHv0UlQb4z7RxBVAIZbtpKF7WXSjECKPLhhINc/s320/handandrice.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Now, when I look behind, the tool and the platform I left on the road less travelled by were many. They kept changing as I grew up even without my knowledge. Each of these tools and the platform brings in nostalgic memories. Much more are the various thinking processes I had gone through while handling them. Each of them takes me through my formative years from being a toddler to a teacher. Let me list down the writing tools and platforms I used over the last four decades.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><ol><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Finger and Rice</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Pencil and Slate</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Graphite Pencil and Paper</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Graphite Pencil and Paper/Notebook</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Fountain Pen and Notebook</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Ballpoint Pen and Notebook</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Typewriter and Paper</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Keyboard and Computer</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Mobile</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Voice</li><li style="margin-left: 15px;">Stylus and tablet</li></ol></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I still use the graphite pencil and sheets of paper to draw and sometimes to write. It gives us the flexibility to correct our errors without any hurt. Many authors used to tell me that they use graphite pencils for writing. It is quite a challenging task to leave computers and the Internet. On some days you can experiment with the pencil and paper. Do not forget to keep an eraser next to you.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-43665055023568662702020-12-03T05:05:00.001+05:302020-12-03T05:07:42.569+05:30Tips for writing regularly<p>It is wonderful to write. It is even wonderful to write on a regular manner. Here are some tips to make writing as a habit.</p><p>#Tip 1</p><p>Computer and Internet can wait: Write in a paper using a pencil without looking at a computer or using the internet.</p><p>#Tip 2</p><p>Develop a skeleton for each day.</p><p>#Tip 3</p><p>Focus on some keywords.</p><p>#Tip 4</p><p>One day at a time.</p><p>#Tip 5</p><p>Include a minimum of three new words.</p><p>#Tip 6</p><p>Aim a sentence of 11 words at a time.</p><p>#Tip 7</p><p>An explanation is not a luxury.</p><p>#Tip 8</p><p>Infuse positivity in writing by intentionally inserting pleasant words.</p><p>#Tip 9</p><p>Email what you have written, to some of your best friends.</p><p>#Tip 10</p><p>Believe in yourself. You are an excellent writer.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-2615490097002439842020-11-03T23:47:00.004+05:302020-11-04T00:00:20.811+05:30The RereadingI feel like reading it again and again.<br />
Then, I did it again and again.<br />
I feel I can't reciprocate line by line.<br />
Then I did try in vain again.<br />
<br />
Out of me, I doubted, you were born.<br />
Out of mind, I know, when I blow horn.<br />
For me too, I guess, you were born<br />
For all you do, I think, I blow my horn.<br />
<br />
I have felt from the day one the bond.<br />
I felt I had this supernatural connection.<br />
I've knelt never to someone else's perception.<br />
I feel proud to see you are on your own.<br />
<br />
You could write, things, of your own,<br />
On your life and on your imagination.<br />
On your books and MacBook, and religion.<br />
On your grandma and on your passion.<br />
<br />
I am here to read, from dusk to dawn.<br />
I am there to comment line by line,<br />
And sometimes to commend a line,<br />
Or two, but be confident of this bond.<br />
<br />
I can't label you in this special connection,<br />
For any label is limiting a bond.<br />
As for me, unbounded is every bond<br />
Spanning the boundaries of every imagination.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-13484558061162696372020-10-19T22:01:00.001+05:302020-10-19T22:01:45.789+05:30Religion of legions<p>A human being who perpetuates hatred is worse than the stinging nettles.<br />
A religion that is not tolerant is worse than a terrorist organization.<br />
A God who is nothing but love is the evil, if it exists.</p>
<p>I struggle with those who have religion for their hands and heads, than for their hearts and hence,<br />
It is better to be alone than in a bad company.<br />
I may die starving rather than sharing the cup of blood of my brethren.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-60628546083538610002020-10-12T13:09:00.000+05:302020-10-12T13:09:04.056+05:30Knowing that someone else loves what one loves<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">A night has passed</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">With a bite of shock.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Nothing seriously did I do,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">But the act of night, sleep.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I am fresh, but with the tremors</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I am at shock even after a night.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Hearing that you are a hoopster</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Is what made me motionless.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Hearing about you singing,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Dancing, Writing, Painting</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Drawing, Acting, Chanting</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Would never give me shock.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">What a wholesome person</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">One can be with a taste</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">For letters, stories, thoughts,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Art and a fine mix of sports!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Nights and days can't stay</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">So the tremors will recede</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">And happiness will succeed</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Knowing a wholesome person! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-33679090610994856112020-10-12T12:58:00.007+05:302020-10-12T23:40:08.072+05:30RainRains are rare,<br />
But when it rains,<br />
It reigns for, sure,<br />
One who minds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-61632629294623252962020-09-11T23:33:00.000+05:302020-09-11T23:33:24.103+05:30Life as a teacher<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">What a great life it is!</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I know not how long I live</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No one knows it too.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Indeed, it's a great life</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I know not how long it lasts</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No one lasts long too.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">To read, to write, to speak</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I exist, but with no claims,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No one thought I could.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">I read, I wrote, I spoke</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">To some fine souls</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No one knows but I.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">This time, my time, is</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Finer than ever, than</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Anyone else imagines.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">It is not the longer life,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">But a long teaching life,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">God, grant me for you.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-50154743831165313262020-09-01T22:58:00.003+05:302020-09-05T11:58:55.797+05:30Being Wanted<div>What is the greatest happiness one can have in life?</div><div>Is it money, food, sex or power?</div><div>Money's value diminishes</div><div>Food's taste is short-lived</div><div>Sex leads to frustration</div><div>Power powers to hatred</div><div>None of these lasts forever.</div><div>One who lays trust in any of these has a universal name: FOOL.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is the greatest happiness one can have in life?</div><div>A moment of being wanted.</div><div>Tes, the feeling of being wanted.</div><div>A moment of giving.</div><div>Yes, the act of giving.</div><div>These differentiate the HAPPY from the FOOL.</div><div>In the last couple of months, </div><div>I have been happier than ever.</div><div>I have the feeling of being wanted.</div><div>Being wanted by knowledge-seekers,</div><div>Is an amazing feeling.</div><div>Oh! I can feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't think of a session without some of you*.</div><div>You make me better.</div><div>Although I cook the same,</div><div>Like every time a mother cooks</div><div>the most delicious food for her children.</div><div>But I am getting the 'unlikely' response,</div><div>Of these magnificent ones</div><div>And that makes me feel better.</div><div>Oh! I can feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>O God!</div><div>What a happy person I am!</div><div>Help me serve better.</div><div>Help me feel more wanted,</div><div>Even at the cost of every loss in this world.</div><div>Supply me with knowledge seekers</div><div>To whom I can offer my life.</div><div>Enkindle me, a candle,</div><div>To be melted to the last dust of the wax</div><div>For these great ones given to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>*My most vibrant and ever-responsive PhD scholars....</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-50418248089473155692020-08-01T22:04:00.001+05:302020-08-01T22:04:26.617+05:30An ode to a wonderful student<div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Can I believe my eyes?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">How do I trust my senses?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">With sheer unbelief, I started twitching my eyelids.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">With utter mistrust, I started testing my senses.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Never had I seen someone so scholarly attending my sessions.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Seldom I sense someone reshaping the uttered words into structured treatises at ease.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No one has any idea how happy I am.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">Did someone tell you anytime that you have the gift of words?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">No wonder, if it is so.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">But, did someone tell you that you have the extraordinary gift of abstraction?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">You are focused. You have an enviable power of clasping.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small;">May God bless you to be a mother of infinitude of written words.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-83369016185213843262020-06-19T01:35:00.003+05:302020-06-27T02:26:27.644+05:30Quo vadis?<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What a great run during these months! </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A run in a circuit shortened by the former and the latter normals.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Restless I may, but overfull is the desktop in all sense.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Life is changed inevitably, but that is life.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Society is changed reluctantly, but that is society.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Being part of a changed society with a changed life is what I experience now.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Some pass the day fearing the unknown and the unseen to pass them.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Some fear the pass of the unknown and the unseen days.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Some pass the fear of the unknown and the unseen.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But some, like me, fear the unknown and the unseen may pass them.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">My run in this short circuit makes me pass the comment</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">That the known and the seen are always the delightful ones.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-44784806465949434702020-03-19T08:08:00.000+05:302020-03-19T08:08:50.622+05:30FISH on the shoreFear.<br />
Ignorance.<br />
Suspicion.<br />
Helplessness.<br />
<br />
I was safe in the water.<br />
I could go to the deep waters.<br />
Sometimes, I could go to the shore.<br />
I was in the sea of confidence.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, the water is receded.<br />
It continued to recede.<br />
So also is my confidence.<br />
Masked, sanitized, alienated fish is out of water.<br />
<br />
Deep sea fish is no more in the deep.<br />
It is in the shallow water.<br />
Fear. Ignorance. Suspicion. Helplessness.<br />
Alienated to insanity.<br />
Sanitized to be masked.<br />
Masked to be alienated.<br />
<br />
Divided we stand. United we fall.<br />
The new philosophy of the time.<br />
But not a new one.<br />
Many human covids tried to divide the people<br />
Before the covids appeared.<br />
<br />
Empathy<br />
Knowledge.<br />
Acceptance.<br />
Support.<br />
<br />
Rise up humanity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-66612100965677117682019-12-02T22:33:00.000+05:302019-12-02T22:33:32.011+05:30She had gone to the LordShe cried, when I was born.<br />
I cried, when she had gone.<br />
<br />
She bled, when I was born.<br />
She bled, when I was torn.<br />
She was torn, when I was bled<br />
She was done, when I had gone.<br />
<br />
She cried, when I cried.<br />
She smiled when I smiled.<br />
She cried, when I walked,<br />
With joy, she talked.<br />
She cried, when I talked,<br />
With joy, she walked.<br />
<br />
The stories she told,<br />
Are the berries I hold.<br />
The memories I hold,<br />
Are the stories she told.<br />
<br />
She kissed my cold skin<br />
Soaked in blood when I was born.<br />
I kissed her cold in the coffin<br />
Packed in when blood is gone.<br />
<br />
I cried, when she had gone,<br />
With the dead, to the mud.<br />
I cried, when she had gone,<br />
With joy, to the Lord.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-77384313971980247592019-11-24T13:54:00.001+05:302019-11-24T13:54:47.538+05:30Write anyway...To write always<br />
Is right always.<br />
The pain to write<br />
Is the gain to read.<br />
With pain, may ye write<br />
the rites of our rights.<br />
May ye gain then, time<br />
that is your me-time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-49383212655062651052019-01-17T01:01:00.001+05:302019-01-17T01:01:35.101+05:30Life of the deadTaj Mahal was built for a dear dead<br />
That made the world happy over a dead.<br />
Plays, poems and prose were penned<br />
Prompting the living to pen better lives.<br />
<br />
The dead have died as no longer could<br />
They lead life as dead before they died.<br />
The dead have died after they lived<br />
To lead the living to a life that is good<br />
For the dead could not live<br />
Forever, but the living could, until dead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-3539424491273314902018-10-09T01:26:00.000+05:302018-10-18T02:02:37.457+05:30A beautiful arrangement....During the lunch yesterday, Prof. Julio mentioned me about a pattern of positives and negatives in social groups. I was then reminded of a puzzle asked by Manjul Bhargava that whether it is possible to arrange binary numbers such that every 3-letter block is different.<br />
It is a beautiful arrangement of symbols as we see below.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">0001011100</span></div>
If we group every three adjacent letters, we get different numbers.<br />
They are:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">000<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">0</span></span>001<span style="color: white;">011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00</span>010<span style="color: white;">11100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">000</span>101<span style="color: white;">1100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">0001</span>011<span style="color: white;">100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00010</span>111<span style="color: white;">00</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">000101</span>110<span style="color: white;">0</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">0001011</span>100</span></div>
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Interestingly, their decimal equivalents are <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">0, 1, 2, 5, 3, 7, 6, 4. </span><br />
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Is this the only pattern?<br />
<br />
Do you observe any other beautiful element in this pattern?<br />
Look at the things vertically.<br />
You see first a block of 0's, then 1, then 0, then 1's and then 0's.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">000<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">0</span></span>00<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00</span>0<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">0</span></span><span style="color: white;">00</span>1<span style="color: white;">011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">000</span>1<span style="color: white;">011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">000</span>1<span style="color: white;">011100</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00 </span>0<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">0</span></span><span style="color: white;">0 </span>0<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00 </span>0<span style="color: white;">1011100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">1100</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00010</span>1<span style="color: white;">1100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00010</span>11<span style="color: white;">100</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00010</span>111<span style="color: white;">00</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">000101</span>11<span style="color: white;">00</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">0001011</span>1<span style="color: white;">00</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"></span>and<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">000101</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">11</span>0</span><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">0</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;">00010111</span>00</span></div>
<br />
Julio's social groups are people who are <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">+</span> and <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">-</span>, replacing <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">1</span>and <span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">0</span>, respectively.<br />
We represent the structure as:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">---+-+++--</span></div>
Can we extend this to block of four letters?<br />
Answer is yes. Look at the following pattern. It is provided by Lavina D'Souza.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">0000100111101011000</span></div>
<br />
Their decimal equivalents are <span style="font-size: x-large;">0,1,2,4,9,3,7,15,14,13,10,5,11,6,12,8</span>.<br />
They are all the elements of Z<span style="font-size: xx-small;">16</span>.<br />
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It's a good turnout.<br />
<br />
Is there a pattern for blocks of n letters?<br />
<br />
We begin with block of length 2. Strange though, there four different patterns! We use binary tree to construct them.<br />
Algorithm:<br />
<br />
<ol>
<li>Begin with any binary number of length 2.</li>
<li>Remove the bit on the left</li>
<li>Add 0, 1 to form the new binary number that is not already an ancestor.</li>
<li>Repeat steps 2 and 3</li>
<li>Stop when all the four binary numbers are found.</li>
</ol>
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See the diagram given below for more details.<br />
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This can be expressed and explained with the help a directed graph (digraph). A directed graph is a graph with edges having directions. If there are no specific direction for an edge, then it is assumed to be bidirectional.<br />
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The diagrams given below are the same. One is with directed edges and the other is with undirected edge. Both of them represent the binary number 10. This gives all possible binary numbers of length 1. Every consecutive block of length one gives distinct binary numbers of length 1. Of course, it is very obvious!<br />
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We now move to binary numbers of length two. We have seen this. Neverthless, the following digraph gives all the possible smallest binary numbers whose every consecutive two bits give distinct all the distinct binary numbers of length two.<br />
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How do we get all the possible smallest binary numbers whose every consecutive two bits give distinct all the distinct binary numbers of length two? It is quite simple. Start with any vertex. Follow the directions. Visit every vertex in the graph.<br />
As an example, we begin with the the top vertex 10. Following the directions, we choose 00, 01 and then 11. Removing the common bits, we get 10011.<br />
In fact, what we find is a Hamiltonian Path in the directed graph.<br />
A Hamiltonian Path is a path in a graph with each vertex appearing exactly once.<br />
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It will be quite interesting and every effective in the case of binary numbers of length three.<br />
See that diagram below.<br />
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We can begin from any vertex. Every Hamiltonian Path gives the smallest binary number whose every consecutive three bits give all a distinct binary number whose decimal equivalent is in the set Z<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8</span>={0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7}.<br />
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When it comes to binary numbers of length four, every Hamiltonian Path in the following diagram gives the solution.<br />
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One such path is given here. Follow through the red edges.<br />
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The binary number equivalent of this is<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">0000100111101011000</span></div>
This is an interesting sequence. It is not just linear, it is cyclic as well. Any four consecutive bits give a unique number from the set Z<span style="font-size: xx-small;">16</span>={0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,1,3,14,15}. See the diagram below.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-11857577183135288972018-04-18T09:24:00.002+05:302018-04-19T09:24:53.691+05:30As if a stone...Like<br />
<br />
With their rasp,<br />
hammer and knife,<br />
they cut, chip<br />
and break stones,<br />
to make<br />
lifeless gods,<br />
<br />
As if a stone,<br />
they cut, chipped<br />
and broke her lifeless,<br />
witnessed by<br />
the lifeless stones,<br />
in the sanctuary of shame<br />
<br />
In immeasurable times?<br />
<br />
(<i>In the style of Ayushee Garg</i>.<br />
Never stopped weeping after hearing about Asifa Bano.<br />
So many unheard, speechless Asifas are around us.<br />
Forgive us children, for being rasps, hammers and knives.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-85759258967462190262017-07-22T19:47:00.006+05:302018-04-19T09:27:07.540+05:30Dr. Fr. Thomas Kalayil CMI: A Placid Scholar and a Solid ProfessorIt was during the Christmas vacation of 1986 that I met two people who became highly influential in my life. One was a priest and the other was a scholastic. For the next three years I continued to have periodical interactions with both of them. Eventually, on June 4, 1989, I joined the CMI congregation at Chethipuzha. By the grace of God, these two gentlemen were there to receive me and to initiate me to religious life. Dr. Fr. Thomas Kalayil and Br. Francis Njallampuzha were my rector and assistant rector respectively, for the next one year. As trainers they were the best ones in the Saint Joseph Province, Thiruvananthapuram of the CMI Congregation could provide us with.<br />
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Fr. Thomas Kalayil, for me was a great source of knowledge. During the one year when I was trained under him, I could not think of anything that he could not deliver to me. Until the moment I joined the seminary, I thought my father to be the most knowledgeable person on earth. I corrected my opinion after meeting Fr. Thomas. He could clear all the doubts I had, whatever the magnitude might be. My fascination never ended as everyday he brought surprises.<br />
<br />
One day some foreigners visited the monastery. They were with Fr. Thomas when I first met them on the corridors of the Sacred Heart Monastery, Chethipuzha. When I passed them, I heard Fr. Thomas speaking to them in a tongue that I had never heard. I was curious. In the evening, during the daily gathering after supper, my curiosity burst out. I asked Fr. Thomas about the language in which he was conversing with the strangers. “Italian,” he replied. I became more curious. My next question to him was, where he learned Italian. He then told us that he had studied in Rome. From the very next day, several things were revealed to me about this great man who was looking after a bunch of fifteen year olds. He completed his Doctorate in Biblical Theology in May 1973 from the Pontifical Gregorian University, Rome with the maximum possible grade of <i>Summa Cum Laude Probatus</i>. The title of his doctoral dissertation was <b>Christ’s Work of Redemption according to St. Ephrem</b>. He had reached the Gregorian University in 1965 to complete the Licentiate in Theology. He continued his studies and acquired a second licentiate in Sacred Scripture from the renowned Pontifical Biblical Institute, Rome during 1967-69, with the grade <i>Cum Laude Probatus</i>.<br />
<br />
Hence, I did not find it strange to believe his fluency in Italian. What astonished me was his mastery in other languages. He taught us Latin from mid year. I came to know that he taught Hebrew, Greek and Syriac as well at various levels in several other place. <br />
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Fr. Thomas Kalayil is a formator par excellence. He loved his students as his own. He treated the formees under him as his own children. He used to address us in the same rhythm and melody our parents used to address us, quite often using our pet names. The Johannine construction of Jesus as a loving father to his apostles (John 21:5) was very much exemplified in Fr. Thomas.<br />
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During the month of November and December he entrusted us to Fr. Joseph Puthenpura and left for Dharmaram College. This was his plan ever since he took up the rectorship of minor seminary students in the year 1982. We came to know that he was teaching Biblical Theology in Dharmaram College. He lectured Pentateuch, Wisdom Literature and Introduction to Sacred Scripture at Dharmaram College. I was fortunate enough to attend his lectures in Wisdom Literature, when I was doing my Bachelor’s in Theology in 2002. I remember him always as a placid, jovial and contented scholar.<br />
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Immediately after completing the doctoral studies, Fr. Thomas Kalayil was appointed to Dharmaram College. He served Dharmaram College for two terms as a member of the faculty. His first innings was from 1973 to 1982. He came back to Dharmaram in 2007 and continued there till 2017. Between 1982 and 2007, he served Dharmaram College as visiting faculty. During his long tenure of service at Dharmaram College, he held several administrative positions such as that of Academic Secretary (Registrar, 1973-75), Controller of Examinations (1978-81) and Master of Students (1975-82, 2007-2008). Fr. Thomas was always a protective father to the scholastics who were entrusted to him. His students knew him, heard his voice and loved him. (John 10:14, 27) In the entire history of Dharmaram College, among all the Masters of Scholastics, he would ever be remembered among the most popular ones.<br />
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Fr. Thomas Kalayil is systematic as a spiritual director. He made sure that he meets his directees periodically. A distinct feature of his spiritual direction is that, he schedules the sessions with the directees well in advance so that none of them misses the mandatory meetings. He keeps the record of all those who are under his spiritual direction. He prays for them regularly. Even when he travels outside for classes, his scheduling made sure that his directees never misses the regular spiritual directions. While living as an aspirant I experienced his spiritual interests and involvements. At Dharmaram, Chethipuza and Mannanam, for several years, he was the one who was giving introduction to the celebration of Raza, the most solemn celebration of the Eucharistic Liturgy. When he was our rector, he used to train us in the active participation in the Liturgy. Between 2008 and 2017, as a spiritual director, he guided numerous scholastics in their spiritual discernment.<br />
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Fr. Thomas Kalayil has been a much sought after teacher. He has an engaging style of teaching. It was a delight to see him giving lectures. He has a very attractive body language while delivering lectures. He involves everyone to be actively participative. The vast knowledge he has in almost every field makes his classes great. This is the reason why he had invitations from a good number of places for regular classes. He served as a visiting faculty in Kristu Jyoti College (Bangalore), Vidya Deep (Bangalore), Sandesa Nilayam (Changanacherry), Mar Thoma Vidyanikethan (Changanacherry), Amala Theological College (Changanacherry), Missionary Orientation Centre (Kottayam) and Vijnana Nilayam Institute of Philosophy and Religion (Eluru, Andhra Pradesh). He treated all his students in a dignified manner.<br />
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One of the unavoidable things in the life of a religious is to minister as a superior. In religious life, administration is often considered as penance. In two separate terms for about a total of six years, he was the Vicar Provincial of the St. Joseph Province, Thiruvananthapuram. During his first term, he also served as the Provincial Councillor for education and communication. In the second term, he guided the province in the affairs of evangelization and pastoral ministry. His personal contacts with the then heads of the eparchies helped him to make sure that the relations between the province and the eparchies were cordial and functional. St. Joseph’s Monastery, founded in 1831, is the first monastery of the CMI congregation. It is also known as the mother house of the CMI congregation. He was appointed Prior of St. Joseph’s Monastery, Mannanam in 2002 for three years. His leadership gave the monastic community a newfound vitality. His loving presence and caring attitude attracted people around, to the monastery. He had special care for the supporting staff. His sense of history helped him build a strong network of supporters for the monastery. As an ardent devotee Saint Kuriakose Elias Chavara, he took several steps to popularize devotion to him. During the same period, he was also the parish priest of the St. Joseph’s parish at Mannanam.<br />
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His administration was not without any hurdles. He had to face one of the tumultuous times in the history of Kuriakose Elias College, Mannanam, while he was its manager. A good number of teachers participated in the state-wide strike of the government employees and teachers. The entire college was almost paralysed. The road between Mannanam Bus Stop and College gate were flooded with posters, placards and supporters of the strike. Fr. Thomas took the leadership in obtaining the High Court order in asserting that the road is a private road of the Monastery. This forced the eviction of the striking staff and removal of posters and placards. He ordered strong action against some of the teachers including a state level leader of the teachers’ organization. Some of these measures helped to clamp down the strike to a certain extent. A usually calm and pleasant Fr. Thomas became fearless fighter for the cause of rights of the Monastery.<br />
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Fr. Thomas has deep love and sense of history. It was during his tenure as Prior of the Monastery that a serious attempt was initiated to organize the archives at Manannam to make them more accessible to researchers. He spent a good amount of time in cataloguing the documents in Syriac, Latin etc. He was pulled drawn into another unfinished work during that time. The work towards the compilation of the complete works of the legendary writer and father of St. Thomas Christians, Dr. Placid Podipara, that had begun a couple of years before, was almost moribund by then. As a student of Fr. Placid and a great admirer of him, he took up the daunting task of editing and publishing them. It was a laborious effort on several counts. He had to literally read every line as the number of typos was enormous. The main reason for this was the presence of the numerous theological and historical terms that were not available in the computer dictionary. Word by word, he read, re-read, copyedited the works of Fr. Placid, almost every day. When he completed his term as Prior, he was half way through the editing. However, he didn’t get an opportunity to continue living in the Mannanam monastery after his term was completed. He was transferred to Thiruvananthapuram and then to Thiruvalla. During the next three years, he lived in Thiruvalla with limited facility and mobility. He was without any official assignment during those days. This was a blessing in disguise. He continued and completed the editing work while at Thiruvalla by not just completing the proof reading but by writing authentic and authoritative introductions to each and every work of Fr. Placid. The great works of Fr. Placid are accessible to the whole world now, thanks to Fr. Thomas Kalayil. No one can think of a better person than Fr. Thomas Kalayil for bringing such a magnum opus in five volumes consisting of over 3000 pages. The Church, in particular, that of St. Thomas Christians is perpetually obliged to Fr. Thomas Kalayil for this great accomplishment. I would say, it is an invaluable asset to researchers all across the various fields of theology. This might be one of the greatest theological contributions by the CMI congregation in modern times. As for Fr. Thomas, he had delivered numerous talks on Fr. Placid. He had written on Fr. Placid in several journals and annuals. In the souvenir Placidachan published in 1995 to commemorate the tenth death anniversary of Fr. Placid Podipara, the article titled “The Profile of a Prophet” contributed by Fr. Thomas Kalayil is a much talked about item in scholarly circles. There will not be a disputed in attributing Fr. Thomas Kalayil as the foremost Placid scholar of our time.<br />
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Fr. Thomas is a prolific writer. He is one of the few theologians in India who regularly contribute to the development of theology in the vernacular. His articles on the Bible, biblical themes and Church History were appearing frequently for decades in the periodicals such as <i>Biblebhashyam</i>, <i>Mathavum Chinthayum</i>, <i>Karmelakusumam</i> and <i>Kathiroli</i>, etc. In <i>Kathiroli</i> alone, more than 100 articles were published which were much appreciated by the laity, religious and clerics. Fr. Thomas also had contributed to the theological journals such as Asian Horizons, Christian Orient and <i>Jeevadhara</i>. In many of the bulletins and annuals too, he contributed regularly. It might be another mammoth task for anyone to collect all the works of Fr. Thomas Kalayil. He is a solid professor with content and delivery.<br />
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During his youth, he was part of the great initiative of the translation of <i>Peshitha</i> to Malayalam. He collaborated as translator and General Editor in the publication of a new Malayalam translation of the New Testament from Mannanam in 1978, which many scholars consider as one of the best Malayalam translations of the New Testament theologically and literarlly.<br />
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He is on the committee of the members of Dharmaram College who are preparing its history. Fr. Thomas has a collection of a host of rare documents. Added to this is his memory about events and persons. Several of the chapters of the history including the introduction have heavy contributions from Fr. Thomas Kalayil. During the various rounds of the meetings of the history committee, his adaptability was very visible. Fr. Thomas is communitarian to the core. He thoroughly enjoyed the semestral outings of the staff members. He makes sure that he cancels all his programmes to take part in community activities. Although a man of conviction and courage, he never tried to insist that his views are the final ones. In several theological and related controversies, he always stood for the common good.<br />
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In December 1989, he celebrated his Silver Jubilee of Priestly Ordination. His mother, Birgitta was fortunate to take part in the jubilee celebrations. His father Joseph belonged to the noble family of Kalayil from Koonamthanam, Chethipuzha, Changanassery. He was born on August 18, 1937. His primary education was at St. Anne’s (Convent) School, Changanacherry during 1943-48. Later he continued his school studies until the Secondary at St. Berchmans English High School, Changanacherry. <br />
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In 1955 he was admitted to the Mary Immaculate Minor Seminary, Mannanam. In the very next year, he was trained at Mary Queen’s Minor Seminary, Mutholy. His novitiate and juniorate were at Sacred Heart Monastery, Chethipuzha during 1957-1959. On May 16, 1958, he became a professed religious. He reached Dharmaram College in 1959 for his ecclesiastical studies. During the historical Eucharistic Congress at Bombay where for the first time a Roman Pontiff, Pope Paul VI, visited India, he was ordained priest on December 1, 1964.<br />
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The octogenarian Fr. Thomas Kalayil belongs to a rare galaxy of the priests in India who contributed extensively to theological literature. His type of persons is a rarity. The life and times of Fr. Thomas Kalayil remind every CMI priest to respond positively to the talents each one is bestowed with. Fr. Thomas used to get up very early in the morning. His usual day begins with morning meditation and the Holy Qurbana. He then reaches the chapel at 6 AM, to take part in the morning prayers along with the community. Then he goes back to his room for academic work. This routine gives him sufficient time to read and write. The vast collection of books, articles and documents he has in his room are not just decorations and space fillers but are accreditations and mind chillers of his scholarship. Living with him, studying under him and knowing him for almost three decades, I can undoubtedly say that his veins contain the true blue blood of holiness and scholarship, like that of Saint Kuriakose Elias Chavara, Emmanuel Andumalil, Bernard Alencheril, Placid Podipara, Mathias Mundadan, <i>et al</i>.<br />
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(Published in Ascend to Holiness(ISBN 978-93-84964-92-4), Dharmaram Publications, pp. 1-8, 2018)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-82990290737642409612017-07-12T20:18:00.000+05:302017-08-02T20:13:48.242+05:30Ants in my roomAnts are organized insects.<br />
They march in a line<br />
beside a wall or on a natural line<br />
thus always taking a path the shortest.<br />
They commute between their nest and lust.<br />
They greet everyone on the move.<br />
They make way for everyone on the move.<br />
On their way, no one they ever hit. <br />
Some take quick diversions for quicker surveys<br />
and then join back to the line.<br />
For, if they miss the line, they die in pain.<br />
On their diversions they find items new.<br />
The surveyors survey the new items taking time<br />
Until they're back taking longer paths but in time.<br />
Back in the line they communicate<br />
the fresh discovery and the fresh mandate.<br />
Surveyors continue to move ahead<br />
Not claiming their role in the discovery.<br />
Antenna to antenna, the news is spread<br />
by rants and chants, to reach the discovery.<br />
One, two, three, five, eight, thirteen...<br />
The new found item is surrounded.<br />
Discussion, Planning, Execution...<br />
Even an elephant is sliced and carried.<br />
<br />
Workers work. Surveyors survey.<br />
Ants continue to work until their last sleep.<br />
Ants don't starve since they work.<br />
Ants aren't obese since they work.<br />
Ants don't complain since they work.<br />
Ants aren't alone since they work.<br />
Ants work in group for the group.<br />
<iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aPRFke0ftMc/0.jpg" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aPRFke0ftMc?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>They worked yesterday.<br />
They work now and tomorrow<br />
as they rest only for their final rest.<br />
Ants aren't idle<br />
and they find no reason to be idle.<br />
Night or day, they work<br />
as they work in group.<br />
Dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn<br />
ants work until they reach their dusk.<br />
Ants work until they work no more.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-39827736012335578382017-05-06T07:49:00.000+05:302017-05-12T15:12:56.388+05:30The Sound of CryWhy do we cry?<br />
When we're sad,<br />
Or when glad?<br />
Shy, after we cry?<br />
When we're floppy,<br />
Or when happy?<br />
A wet cry for a debt.<br />
A dry cry for a doubt.<br />
We cry at a loss,<br />
At a toss or pass.<br />
A shy cry at times<br />
A wry cry some times.<br />
A cry for a gain,<br />
A cry for a pain.<br />
A cry in vain,<br />
A cry in bane.<br />
Cry washes pain,<br />
Ashes gain.<br />
Cry vanishes<br />
And banishes bane.<br />
A cry in pain<br />
Is a rain in the dry.<br />
Drops of tears<br />
Are hopes of flair.<br />
Cry in silence<br />
Is a cry of sacrifice.<br />
Cry sends<br />
signals of pains.<br />
Cry cleanses<br />
the stains of lives.<br />
Tears form deluge<br />
that tears life apart.<br />
Fear of tears is part<br />
of life of fears and tears.<br />
Cry in, cry out<br />
Cry in need.<br />
A child cries in need<br />
The old cries of deed.<br />
Mother knows<br />
when a child cries,<br />
For why it cries.<br />
When mother cries,<br />
Even her eyes know not.<br />
The cry of the old<br />
Is fun for the less old.<br />
But for the old<br />
any cry is a cry.<br />
<br />
One cries at birth<br />
Others cry at death.<br />
The wise cries under cover<br />
The wicked in open.<br />
The wise cries for solutions<br />
The wicked for problems.<br />
Cry is the end of reason<br />
Cry ends reason<br />
Cry comes from many things<br />
Cry goes to many things.<br />
From where it comes<br />
To where it goes,<br />
Not even the wisest knows.<br />
<br />
A deep cry leads to solutions<br />
A shallow cry to re-cries.<br />
Origin of cry?<br />
Cry begins before the cry.<br />
Cry ends before the end.<br />
What is it?<br />
Cry needs a trigger<br />
Cry takes both the eyes.<br />
Cry is not one-eyed<br />
Am I the trigger of a cry?<br />
Woe to me, if so!<br />
Can I stop a cry?<br />
Bliss to me, always!<br />
Listen to cries<br />
To the cry within<br />
To the cry outside<br />
To the cry everywhere.<br />
<br />
What is cry?<br />
A primitive feeling<br />
But perfected too.<br />
Cry is an expression<br />
of a pressing matter<br />
expressed through<br />
the press of the precious eyes<br />
creating symmetric streams<br />
of the cleanest water<br />
yet the hardest,<br />
by an unknown chemical reaction<br />
from a mysterious source<br />
for a finite time<br />
submerging even the mightiest.<br />
It converted the strong,<br />
melted the hard,<br />
felled the valiant and<br />
stopped the villains.<br />
It's mysterious.<br />
It's hysteric, delirious<br />
And nefarious<br />
Although it's melodious.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-58742422536233281682017-04-17T21:18:00.001+05:302017-04-17T21:18:43.337+05:30my BOSSYears passed by<br />Fears gone away<br />Quest for life made me<br />Priest for life<br /><br />Whose choice it was?<br />Choice! What a fuss!<br />Boss of my life<br />Chose my life<br /><br />Why was I?<br />High 'bove many,<br />Way 'bove plenty...<br />Mystery.<br /><br />A walk<br />Long walk<br />Indeed, not<br />A gawk.<br /><br />Always...<br />Made me bent but<br />Never broke my gut<br />Forced me beg<br />Chased 'way my bugs<br />Stretched me but<br />Strangled me not<br />Soaked me in blood<br />Baked me but food good<br />Presented me miserable<br />Prized me but invaluable<br /><br />Go on<br />on and on<br />my boss<br />Love thee.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-56075351101017317542017-02-14T21:44:00.000+05:302017-02-23T07:54:28.969+05:30Lessons learnt from here and there<b>1. Power and Wealth are not the last words</b><br />
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J Jayalalithaa was a powerful Chief Minister. She was a powerful person in life. Nobody could stand straight in her presence.<br />
However, during the last several months of her life, she was undergoing severe suffering. It was more than one can get from an Indian prison for politicians. Many belive that she was killed by her own people. It is worse than capital punishment. Her power and wealth couldn't save her life from an unnatural mysterious death... Her death was not like any of the endings of her films.<br />
It's a lesson to learn. Let us do good things. Even if we suffer, then there is a merit in it.<br />
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<b>2. Judge not</b><br />
<br />
What lesson can we learn from these persons?<br />
1. Justice John Michael Cunha found some people guilty.<br />
2. Justice C R Kumaraswamy acquitted them.<br />
3. Justices P C Ghose and Amitava Roy annulled the acquittal.<br />
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Logically, all the above judgements are not true. Hence, who is the real culprit: a criminal or one who misuses the power to help criminals escape and crimes to flourish?<br />
We are helpless when we heard their judgments of naming white black, then black white and then white black.<br />
Justice delayed is justice denied. Similarly judgement leaked is judgement sneaked. An influenced judgement is a crime...<br />
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3.<b> Succession plan is a myth</b><br />
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No leader paves way for another leader as leadership is one of the most enjoyable pleasure. It is way above money and sex. One who enjoys power will never think of someone else stepping into one's shoes. Successor emerges by successful strategies.<br />
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<b>4. India is a land of wonders</b><br />
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Here in our motherland,<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>A person of humble origin can be the emperor one day. Royalty is not mandatory to success.</li>
<li>Human beings venerate and respect non-human beings and inanimate things more than human beings themselves.</li>
<li>One can the richest in the land by theft alone.</li>
<li>One can live in a prison but still can enjoy freedom. One is free, but still can be someone's captive.</li>
<li>We convert prison to a spa and a spa to a prison.</li>
<li>It is strange to see that the MPs and MLAs who are elected by people by secret ballot have no right to elect their leader by secret ballot.</li>
<li>Spiritual leaders can convert water to wine, urine to saccharin, ash to cash and shit to asset.</li>
</ul>
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<br />
<b>5. We are not extraordinary</b><br />
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Our memory is weak. Our actions can be influenced. We are a people who can be easily provoked and many a time misguided. It has antecedents in the history.<br />
<br />
Brutus was a hero. After a few hours he became a zero. People turned against him.<br />
Jesus was a hero. After a few days he became a zero. People crucified him.<br />
<br />
Sasikala was a hero. After a few months she became a zero.<br />
There are many other heroes here. After a few years they surely will become zeros.<br />
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Individually all of us are brilliant and intelligent. Collectively, I am not sure what we are...<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-74009648120652953462017-02-04T22:07:00.000+05:302017-02-04T22:07:39.009+05:30I am a born teacher<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I love teaching; for</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the taught to have thoughts</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the nots to have notes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the sought to be wrought.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Can I be a teacher?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">When I have </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the right thoughts</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">of the knowledge about </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the thing of things;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">the right notes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">of the ones </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who walked ahead,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who flow with me </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">and</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who race behind;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">wrought myself</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">of the unformed clay</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who wanted to be unformed</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who wants to be untouched </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">and</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">who loves the status quo,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I am a teacher.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">I am a born teacher</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">as everyone born is a student.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-21318587860693762442016-12-30T12:53:00.001+05:302016-12-30T12:53:51.024+05:30FearI fear.<br />
I fear the fear.<br />
Fear - a spanning feeling of this year.<br />
I fear to remember this year.<br />
Fear of power.<br />
I fear my power<br />
For the fear of losing it.<br />
I fear the powerless<br />
For the fear of them gaining it.<br />
From powerlessness I powered to power.<br />
I used this. I used that.<br />
I stamped over this. I tampered with that.<br />
I fear all those whom and which I used, stamped over and tampered with.<br />
I fear the existence of all those.<br />
I am in a spree to stop all those gaps.<br />
The gaps I used to rise to the power.<br />
The gaps I used to wrest the power.<br />
Gaps are gaps.<br />
Gaps are void.<br />
They are black.<br />
I am on a mission to fill the gaps,<br />
Hoping to turn the black to the white.<br />
I need to stop the gaps to drive my fear away.<br />
But, is the opposite of black, white?<br />
Is the opposite of white, black?<br />
Woe to me!<br />
The trap of the binary, I fell into.<br />
The power of fear will grapple me.<br />
The fear of power will topple me.<br />
O man, count the moments<br />
As the lies and lines will fade away.<br />
"Put up thy sword into its place,<br />
For all they that use the fear shall perish with the fear."<br />
Thus spake, the lord of fearlessness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920367209158309872.post-52315353311951660102016-12-30T10:42:00.000+05:302016-12-31T00:25:41.713+05:30The Certain Uncertainties of LifeIs life binary?<br />
Between the known and unknown,<br />
Do we restrict ourselves?<br />
Is the known fully known?<br />
Are all the unknowns completely unknowns?<br />
Is life struggling between Yes and No?<br />
The passage from the unknown to the known,<br />
Is a passage from the known to the unknown.<br />
The more we know, the more we know not.<br />
Yes is a No and No is an Yes.<br />
Is life n-ary?<br />
I doubt, doubt and doubt the doubt.<br />
Life is a sequence of the knowns and the unknowns,<br />
And the unknowns and the knowns,<br />
And the knowns and the knowns,<br />
Partial and partially partial,<br />
Separated by commas, exclamations, question marks and hyphens.<br />
Of course, within the unavoidable ruthless margins, it blossoms.<br />
Am I missing something?<br />
Am I avoiding something?<br />
Yes, I must accept the stops,<br />
The FULL-STOPs.<br />
They give meaning to the commas.<br />
Right, the margins and full-stops,<br />
The frames and periods,<br />
Protect us from the known unknowns and the unknown unknowns.<br />
It is life.<br />
Life is continuous, yet discrete.<br />
It is discretely continuous.<br />
It is continuously discrete.<br />
Hang on…<br />
No place for any conundrums.<br />
Bang on, it is sagaciously!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1