Mobile maniacs

Mobiles have been of high usage recently.

It had been found that it causes cancer.
Many have started using earphones and limit their duration of talking ours.

mobile phones had been of great help.To talk on the go was a dream in the olden days.
















Mobiles have advanced so much that you can nowadays type and print big documents with a few clicks.Besides the Internet on the go and FM radio,Camera and video,the mobile has almost become a palmtop.

But the non-sensible use of the phones are causing much harm to the students,teachers and the common man.

People talk incessantly,play loud music and capture videos and photos whenever they get time.These non productive activities has degraded the standard of society.
















Many a time we can see mobile phone kept for charging.In railway stations,government offices,in schools and colleges!Nobody cares about the battery life nor energy saving.For them entertainment and communication is everything.Nothing can stand in its way."To hell with Energy saving.The life we have should be enjoyed the maximum.A little of mobile charging or music won't do much harm."This is the attitude of many.
















Many use mobile for sheer pleasure.Music and videos are the most preferred applications.They don't listen to music but they love noise.Even though there are enough and more opportunities for citizen journalist in newspaper and on the net rarely do people use them.In a state like Kerala the citizen journalism can do much to improve the social conditions and bring happenings to public and Government notice.
















With the rapid advancement of consumer electronics,large demand,and smaller prices,the telecommunication and mobile industry,no doubt, is going to flourish.The Reliance Telecommunications is one of the examples of how the telecommunication industry can grow.
A little management skill from the Ambani would do the trick.
















Is there an end? Apparently No.One thing human beings love to is communicate.Since we remain human beings the mobile revolution is never going to end.
Recently an English channel had news on Blackberry addiction.People read emails in toilet!
The condition is almost same here in India.If we do to get a miss call or an sms we start worrying and the day is lost.I am leaving the topic of most mobile users(who happen to be lovers).
















The Effects and Impacts

Students have thrown away their books and started on e-books,some people cannot learn if there is no music.When the addiction goes to a large scale,the students lose their attention and patience,they perform poorly in exams and start cheating in the examinations.Thus what would have been a bright future would turn to be dark and dull.The addiction in any form viz. drugs,drinks,Internet or any obsession is unwarranted.
















The Indian environment has cultivated very good brains but to lose the brain's capability by unwanted activities must be controlled and the brain's should be brought back to track.Strict regulations on mobile phone usage must be implemented.The government can do much to curb the problem of energy.think of 100 billion people charging their mobile phones!Mobile phones should be banned where landlines are available.




To talk about the biological impacts:

Radiation in any form is undesirable.Strict scientific methods should be taken for placement of towers.
A public awareness campaign should be conducted on proper usage of mobile phones.In a constitution like ours the industrialists should be enlightened that the public security came first and not their business ventures.


Looking forward for a prosperous nation...

|| Swami Saranam ||

A Sabarimala trip which happened 6 month ago.

It was decide to board the Malabar Express on a December night to Chengannur.Had to wait at railway station.There were enough and more mosquitos to keep me awake.Checked my weight ,it was 70Kg,checked also the suitcase,it weighed 11Kg.There was a cute and healthy looking dog with a policeman.Didn't know why it was there.but it was very silent.barking dogs seldom bite,this dog seemed to be capable of ripping a the limbs apart from the body.Then the train came.

Got into the train the RAC was confirmed to berths,I got the upper one..It was not so cold inside the train and the mosquito count was also less.I didn't use the sheet.I had taken,to cover myself.Alarm was kept for 0530.When TTE came I asked him whether he could wake me up,he refused.

At 0530 I was up .I just roamed aboput the decide to stand near the door.Other's were sleeping,I felt like humming a song.When I opened the door very cold wind rushed in,hetrain was late and was trying to catch up with time.The all pervadsing darkness was getting lifted.I could make out the coconut trees in the semidarkness . A misty cover hung over the abundant coconut trees outside.At the door I watched the sunrise.In between I just glanced at the doorway.i thought I saw a familiar figure in between two bulky policemen.I tried to smile,got no reaction from the other side.The figure in white and white went to the toilet.I asked one of the fatty whether it was our Chief minister V.S.Achuthanandan.He replied"yes".At the next station I saw more and more police on the platform.The reason for the cute dog's presence was clear.
The policeman asked me my whereabouts and my destination.I replied with due respect.I queried about the CM's destination.He answered"To thiruvananthapuram".Accompanied by the policemen the whte and white dissappeared into the AC two tier coach.I had seen him really close ,just less than 2 feet.WOnderful.

After some phone calls i heade to the Mannar panchayat.There was a marriage function to be attended.Before the function I got the opportunity to visit the Thrikkurutti Mahadeva temple.A very nice temple with lot of free space.the Banyan tree in the front ,I felt represented the unity of all human beings,the unity of all religion.For the base was thick,it got divided into two after some height from the base,then it spread into uncountable number of branches.After the function,and the banquet.Then came back to main course of the journey.
Planned to stay at Guruswami's house in the evening.the next day We were to head to sabarimala.the Guruswami's house was very near to the Pamba river.The sound of the small waterfall was mistaken to be that of rain.I had a dreamless sleep.

Got up after a quick prelimnaries.Went iin jeep to Pamba river.At first I didn't want to take a dip due to hundred reasons,I may get cold,fever,fungus in ears,etc.So i carried a bucket to take water and pour it over the head.As i got out of the jeep my kneeshit the jeep's door,got a pretty good swelling(never mind).Went to Pamba.After pouring three bucket full of cold water onto my head,I felt like taking a dip.I took one with my glasses on and holding one of the nearby fellow;s hand.Great feeling,Great experience.taking a dip in a holy river for the first time!

Woke up at 0400 at headed to pamba to take a dip,so that we need not spend much time at the Pamba en route.the Swaraj Mazda with all decorations was ready for the trip.I got a comfortable place.We started on some devotional songs.Every sang in chorus repeating from the Guruswami.My mom had insisted on me to use a monkey cap.i didn't take it from my bag.Had my shirts collar buttoned.There was a brief stop at a tea shop just to energise everyone,I didn't have the tea.Entering Pamba,I saw the crowd,I saw the river,the shops,heard the announcements.The way up was busy and crowdy.Climbing up the hill,I tried to walk fast ,and felt like i could carry myself up all the way,i was adviced to take small patient steps.

The PeriyaSwami had some hold in the polilce so we didn't have to satnd in the queue.Apachimedu and saramkuthiyal all passed.Atop,First saw the PambaGanapathi idol,looked like what my grandma's decoration.Great.


Towards the sannidhanam.I had by cocnut ready to be broken.But somehow i had a bad feeling of my mundu(dhoti) getting loosened.tightened it up.Everybody wanted to touch the 18 holy steps.I touched the first three then one in between,mundu loosend,my hand got stuck wioth somebody else's,the towel was now over my eyes.The police was "helping "me up.I stopped where i was ,tightened the mundu again)I had actually stepped on my mundu-that was why it loosened.Everyone in my group were already up there.

I realised that I had lost my handkerchief(never mind).I was fortunate enough to get VIP Darsanam.After all other rituals,we got out.But three from our group were in the original queue,they missed the quick path.They were asked to get out of the queue and go by the easier path.The rest of usdecided to have food.the waiter said that they will provide meal only at the three rows athe other end,we were asked to go and sit there.I was not really hungry.The head of ourr group got angry,because there were smal children who were really hungry and tired after the long journey.We all got out.then at the exit a man said that we had to go by the queue near the cashier.Everyone got angry and fired at the restaurant people.There was something like a goat,(or was it a donkey?).Trying to move away quickly,my Irumudukettu fell down.
After the row we heade to the only other restaurant there.This one was not as neat as the earlier one(who bothers?)i was hungry now.We demanded tem to serve us where we sat.The resataurant people had to comply.The meal was a bore to many,manageable for me.The late three had appeared ,after their lunch we started back.for me there was a bus in the morning 0530 .Stayed at the Periyaswami's house.

I got a window seat,the wind was cold.I saw the Vavaru moque,people moving with colours all over them.After some time I had an uneasy feeling.I had my monkey cap,shirt buttoned up to collar still it was cold.I saw the Amar jyothi college of engineering.There was some kind of reading room(there was no room though),Somemen were seriously reading newspapers.Devotional songs were being played through the speakers.At 0700 the bus stopped at a stand.the song had changed to adipoli-dappankuthu.Songs from the Tamil film "Pokkiri" were being played.That must be real management and marketing.

A nice journey not to be forgotten.

The Blog! (A poem on blog)

I wonder why people blog,
With not much of mental clog,
With so much of backlog,
Who would clutch the big log?

Staring at the TFT,
Thinking of a cute beauty,
Mind goes wild and hands go cold,
In the end the blog was build.

Scratching my head,
Making a thud,
It shook the board,
And I felt very bored.

Why type online,
When we can write offline,
With no apparent fear,
And no one to interfere.

Over the night I surfed,
Why the blogs were stuffed?,
I found only then.
And retreated to my den.

In the daylight,
I saw the fight,
On the net's might,
Man pondered his plight.

None can try to stop this,
None can even dismiss this,
For its the public's fire,
To trounce it: is to dare.




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NB:
Those who know me please do not mistake,for it is just poetic and I have no cute beauty to think about.

What made a good friday

There was the general excitement on joining a new course:the IBM COWT.Got attracted by the subjects taught and the IBM certificate,the fee was an add-on.We needed a minimum of ten people.But got only a tentative number of 7.needed three more,3 days to go for application,could we make it?Constant thoughts of future plans haunted the day before.The daily routines,the schedule,will it be hectic,and all kinds of funny things and ideas.Sometimes the mind unleashes itself away from the prudence,and the result is frustration and mayhem.

The plan was almost out of hand at a time ,then all of a sudden we got 7 confirmed.The four people we had contacted weren't sure whether to come or not.The last day arrived thoughts went wild.

in the morning we were confirmed of 10 people.Oh!how happy my friend was.i had to catch the train i the evening and also fill the application form.But the sir engaged us with a derivation till 1535.The train was at 1600.I filled up the form and decided to go to the railway station by auto rickshaw.After getting my baggage to the junction,I was forced to get into the public transport(the bus),for no auto could be found,the watch worked very sincerely.I got into the train without a ticket.Never in my four years of frequent rail journey have I done this kind of thing.My friend jokingly prayed for "oh god let the TTE catch him".I listened to his "loud prayer without expression.

It is said that the bad and the evil will hear our pray sooner than the mighty gods.It really happened ,TTE arrived,there was also a police man.I told him that I was a student and that There was class and the crowd at the ticket counter at the railway station.He listened ,but said"I understand that you have genuine problem,its second Saturday and there'll b rush,I am charging you only a minimum of Rs.318/-"Fortunately I had about 316.When given he said "OK I'll give you a ticket to Aluva".Then a man near me gave Rs2/to the TTE.(Was he god?May be yes)

I did have six of my "friends"who didn't move an inch from the doorsteps,but this unknown man helped me!

At Shoranur we all got out.My purse was empty.Nothing could be bought which could satiate my stomach.My "friends" gathered around me,asked about the fine and stuff.The"Friend who prayed asked me sorry.The journey was to resume ,the train moved,I slipped my step,was about to fall,but managed to get inside the train(thank god).We had a lot of fun inside the train till the end of the journey.


"All is well that ends well"-said Shakespeare

So did the "good Friday".

1.5 hours on Activa

I had to go to the Ernakulam market to purchase some vegetables,it was uneventful till I got the required and hit the traffic.

The Shanmugham road cause no trouble except for the "red-killer"bus'rash driving and some freaking guys with pulsar in wrong place.

The Chittoor road near SRV school I got held up in the usual traffic,first time in the driver's perspective.The potholes did cause trouble.Most of the two-wheelers took themselves through the footpath,I also tried it for a short strip.I have only did that in the computer game"Roadrash".There was a long pause just before the Valanjambalam junction.

The two wheelers continued their footpath journey,to get the feeling of being traffic-jammed I kept silent and started humming my favourite"Munbe Vaa" song.A biker which was not near the footpath edge moved between the buses,I saw the bus driver silently swearing at him,at first glance it seemed like he was chanting some slokas.There was a small movement in traffic but not enough for me.

An old man and some guys and some women got into buses at the junction,in spite of warning notice from the police.There was a notice signed by commissioner saying not to get into buses at the junction since a so-and-so tried the same and got a free ticket to the heavens under the wheels of red-killers.Nobody cares the warnings,nobody care about themselves and so no one cares about others.The Malabaris hate the place for this one reason.

After getting over and out of fly-over its just home ground,S.A road,no problems par the the usual negligent and ignoramus drivers.

If someone short-tempered needs to be patient just put him behind the wheels and send him through the Chittoor road,a quick medicine.

Chennai:travelogue

From one metro to another I didn't know there was a huge difference.

I have gone to Chennai only a few times,to see one of my relatives.I never needed to go to another place for, Kochi ,the queen of Arabian sea could satiate all necessities.


Chennai was a place where I got mad of heat.People had to carry water or get packaged water wherever they got to hot that you can't be inside a concrete building under just one fan.I had a dreamless sleepless night which comes to my mind whenever the sounds"Chennai "reach my ears.

This time I was warned "its summer,don't expect anything less than 40 degrees,drink water whenever you get near it".The journey took a break at Vellore famous for all the industries,the Vellore fort and Jalakandeswara temple.From Vellore we took a bus,it was written on the front glass "102 Express ெசனை்ன ".But the way it went was frustrating.I got a seat near the driver close to the gearbox.They way it crawled through the smooth clean zero traffic road evoked no feelings from the otherwise slogan raising public.It crawled,crawleeeeeeeeed,
cccccccrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwllllllllleeeeeddd.

Then I thought, there must be some speed governor the only possible reason.

On either side of roads,(no such beautiful smooth scratch-free pothole-free road can be found in Kochi) I saw Hyundai,Maruti,Motorola,Nokia,Saint-Gobain manufacturing units.No wonder why these people didn't come to Kerala to produce their products;constant harthals,the attitude of politicians and the people have kept them away.So much for development,hm.

The crawling like a snail thingy got us to the Chennai-the metro,big place.The heat ,the low humidity winds etc simply absorb the water content of the body.I had heard someone say that Chennai has just two seasons;hot season and very hot season.I wondered why all these people built up this place so large ,put all their industries and offices and invested in such a place where better climatic conditions prevailed to the west of the Nilgiris .



Its the people ,the government, that made this place good.It is said that inside the IIT campus the temperature drops to 20 degree Celsius,it just looks like a wild place at first glance.The flyovers all of them are marvellous.More amazing is the way they utilised the bottom of the flyovers;they use it as parking area;and effectively use them.The best ever junction I remember is the Adayar junction;of course there is a huge traffic,but the traffic lights work very sincerely for the pedestrians too.Very laudable is the government in TN,though big parties and peoples are there sometimes low-level campaigns are done,the state has always developed.The elections or party rivalry hadn't caused much to deteriorate the developmental efforts.
Hats off to them......


It'll take ages for Kochi to become something like that but since I lived in the place I love the place.But I don't mind if Kochi turns out to be a big metro of the standard.It's being called the "Chotta Mumbai"(small Mumbai),not for bad reasons.The Metro rail concept of Mumbai which is also being used in Chennai can be used in Kochi.But the authority needs some eye-catching stuff.The light rail project implemented in Delhi is an expensive one,attractive for others,but strictly speaking it was a mega-waste when you can implement the Metro rail,which is cheaper.The folks in Delhi may love it, since they have big pockets.


I didn't stop at the beach,for very hot winds were blowing.
The Asthalakshmi temple near Besant Nagar was next stop,a very nice temple,they've a free-of-cost footwear keeper.The temple had some additional idols besides all eight avatars of goddess Lakshmi.The temple priest would give a lotus to all girls and women,a usual practice in TN ,I suppose.Through narrow passages we go to the top where there is a nice view to the beach.

A rest was inevitable and an A/C room was most welcome,sleep took over me when the vessel of mineral water was drained to the last drop.

A journey to Kovai :travelogue

A journey to Kovai

It's been a very wonderful vacation with a lot many chance to see places, and feel them, coming up.

My journey began from the business heart, the commercial capital of Kerala, The Queen of Arabian Sea. A single day journey with a specific purpose to Kovai (Coimbatore) was planned.

The road was good, too good. But the driver being lazy didn't pull up even to 100kmph.Bright sun, good road, and low traffic, what more could be asked for? The Inside of the city had traffic congestion as usual although it was after-office hours.

Kovai was far away, considering the speed at which the vehicle moved. So, it was decided to put on movies and glue our thoughts to the LCD screen. With enough toffees and chips at hand, the film turned nice refreshment. There was a halt at the Indian Coffee House, the place which you can trust for good food, anytime, anywhere. Had biriyani, for lunch, and replenished ourselves with choco bars and still more chips and other edibles.
Movie continued.........


Entering Palakkad, one of the dry lands of Kerala, the heat began to build up. Fortunately there were enough trees on the road side for most part of it. Palakkad clearly distinguishes itself from Kerala landscape Palm trees grew more abundantly than coconut tree in this region. The palm resembled a chick trying to get out of its egg while the coconut tree reminds me of a hatched chick getting ready to wander here-and-there with its tiny happy little wings.

Entering the Tamil Nadu border-The Walayar check post.

The vehicles passing through the post needed a permit of Rs. 300/ for LCV and people passing through the post in the vehicles were to be named in two sheets of white paper. There was a pettikkada selling white papers opposite to the Walayar post. The story of film 'Runway' starring Dileep and Kavya came to my mind while the driver went to buy the required paper.

The guy at the post gave a permit (a coloured paper).We moved on. At the physical check post the permit had to be shown, we entered TN.

Now this is very strange. When we get a license it says we have permit to drive anywhere in the Indian union. We pay road tax and it goes to the Government too. We buy the vehicle and pay all sorts of formalities, the insurance, registration, pollution control etc.

Why then should we again give some money at some check post? Anyway things are weird in every part of the world. Somehow we manage to live with it without much indifference.

Not too far, in fact Kovai was very close we reached there in apparently no time. Lot many of people and many vehicles on the road. But the roads were quite nice, no bumps, no unwanted humps, nice smooth and safe road. For a person from Kerala it was too good to drive the vehicle on it. Chances come seldom, when it comes grab with both your arms, so did the driver enjoying every second he drove on road, with reverence and cheerful face. We had a stop near Gandhipuram junction .Entered some of the too many textile shops there and had flying colours thrown in to our eyes every now and then. Some things were purchased, it was getting dark. Out of the showroom the streets were fully lit by the neon and other sorts of lamps and lights. We headed, to fill our tummy lightly, to Anandabhavan, famous for everything they serve.

Our dear driver was very font of parrots. It was learned that the birds and other pets were available at the Ukkadam market, which was 65% open even in the dark. We went into the only shop which was open for sale of pets at that time. They had love birds, finches, parrot, geese, sparrows, pigeon and white mice and rabbits. After shifting three parrots to their new prison (a cardboard box with holes), we continued our journey.

Our hearts were light, our tummy full, and eyelids heavy, the driver took us to home sweet home .Nothing can be better than the place we call hometown. Nothing, however developed can match its comforts. We reached home at very early morning; somehow we managed to get on the bed and pull over our bed sheets, hoping for a very sweet dreamless sleep of tranquillity. When we woke up everything seemed to be a distant dream, the bag of purchased clothing and sweets from Anandabhavan reminded us of the reality.