It is all about...

hi... i promised myself not to touch the computer for another 18 days (till my 'A' lvls are over) but just couldn't control my hands...

Just feeling very normal... exams are 3days away... Tamil Literature will be the first to start... i hope it gives me some moral for me to continue with the rest of the paper... lol... okay aniwae, i wanted to update about my uncle who was identified as a cancer patient somewhere near August... was a disastrous news at first... but later we learnt how to cope with it....

I lost my grandma at the age of 1. My grandma was also a cancer patient... Medical technologies were not as advanced and developed as it is now. So, i hope with better technology now my uncle will really recover soon... it is really heart breaking to see a strong man like him to go thru such torture. the chemotheraphy that he has been going thru has made him loose all his strength, energy, and hair... I pray for his fast recovery!

The effect of financial turmoil is experienced in almost every country... is impt for all of us to remain as humane and help each other out of this tsunami... Glad that countries are werking together solve the problems...

SELFLESS LOVE...

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?''Promise'.

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?''No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide withexpectation.

All our attention was on her.'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand. 'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!''Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.' 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand ourfeelings?' I tried to plead with her.'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.' 'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.

He is suffering from... Leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harishcould not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. .. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, andpromised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for others & inspire others...

Farewell...

Never felt as such before...

never so quiet

never so breathless

never so gloomy

never so heavy-hearted

never so depressed

As i go through another farewell... i thank PJC for the wide range of opportunities offered... i have matured and grown under the wisdom gained... i have learnt to forget and forgive... and i have learnt to appreciate and understand others more...



Besides the over-whelming academic knowledge that i have gained, i have also created many new friendships and offcourse, there are some bitter memories with some... most importantly the days in council has earned me inexorable EQ and new bonds - the thing which i appreciatae the most in my live...



As i leave my foot-print in PJC, through legacies such as patio, i would like to thank all the teachers who have helped me out all the way... u didn't give up on me and always motivated me to move on... and till the last moment u will always be there... i know... thank u so much...

i have never regretted every single moment that i have spent in PJC... it will be one of the most precious moments and it will always be indelibly attached in my heart... as i leave u and continue my live with a new begining, i would like to thank u for all that u have done for me... thank u! :')

i will miss u!