Sitting with my fingures crossed....BRB in Nov...GW

Indeed success is not final, failure is not fatal, it is the courage to continue that counts...


I would like to keep blogging, but there are other things....and as my friend rightly said, I need to give all this a break...so browsing is stopped for now....well, may be once a month, and blogging would be either in Erudition, Cosnsciousness or Thottappilly....Anyway, going by the trend, since I found my new love in this in 2005, I have almost reached my quota for this year too...so Inshallaha, catch you later....

Sitting with my fingures crossed....Good humour makes all things tolerable.

Hope there is no Communication gap.....and things are crystal clear....

There is strength, and support for my sis, very far, I know there is, but pray that things go well by the grace of God....

I dont even know if I will be completing the book that I am reading now....'Midnight's Children', by Salman Rushdie...But stricking points this far were:

We all owe death a life, ...'whatsitsname' like 'Nakudey amma dingy dingy'....Women could do terrible things, and 'In any war, the field of battle suffers worse devastation than either army...This is natural'.....

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself....no, not at all..Why it happened? No, no more....

Thoughts Vs. Actions

Having received an email saying that kerala Govt. had declared 19th June as 'Vayana Dinam', and my friend had started reading a new book, and dreaming...I had failed to realise it was 19th June, days were just fleeting....faster as thoughts.....I was just wondering, if it was worth dreaming...

There were so many questions haunting me during the last few days, and here is the answer that I got:

….have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present, you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

Then I wonder, life is so short, how long, do I need to wait for my answers, then I realize, life is all about choices. Deeply fulfilled and highly actualized people simply make wiser choices than others. You can choose to spend rest of your days sitting on the shore of life in complete safety or you can take some chances, dive deep into the water and discover the pearls that lie waiting for the person of true courage.

..In the words of Theodore Roosevelt, ‘The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the triumphs of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.’

There is God in everything, every one...see, understand, act....I am so happy and Thankful now that I have now added a God Mother, and God Father.....AG so far yet so near & SS so near yet so far...., to the list of my support of family, friends and relatives...The newest, latest, and most wanted, who have been my SWOT....

Life is beautiful, nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm, ‘Wisdom is knowing what to do next, skill is knowing how to do it, and virtue is doing it,’ just like, our NS said this week 'coming together is the beginning, working together progress and staying together success’.

..In the words of Thomas Carlyle, ‘The end of man is an action and not a thought, though it were the noblest.’ The smallest of actions is always better than the boldest of intention.

In this cycle a reminisee: Madhavikutty aka Kamala Suraiyya

Well, it was a pretty hectic cycle, this month, between, desire, dreams, and the does.....Had my examination, which has been part of my life cycle, for more than a decade now, every six month, coinciding with the new cylce of work, having changed the entire routine of the daily cylce...so this week end, decided to keep for myself listening to good old hindi music, which soothens, and going through the events of the months, of which I had literally no clue...at home, and around... Father had come to meet me all the way, during last weekend, but could not meet. My first cousins engagement is almost fixed, and everyone was busy with it, at home, and then the well work...mother tensed more than usual....and tempered ....for her children...and being a mother to more people, more the tension ....of her own and others..... One thing that kept comming to my mind during the week was the death and life of Madhavikutty aka Kamala Suraiyya an Indian writer who wrote in English and Malayalam ......Was her writings the middle age syndrome effect? Her writings and life was indeed a question mark, was it because she wanted more publicity, and was feeling less recognised, I dont know....Born in a conservative Hindu family, she embraced Islam in 1999 at the age of 65. Even after that, she had said, Guruvayoor Krishnan is with me....what she wanted to convey was though not very clear... Though she was born to Nalappatt Balamani Amma, a renowned Malayali poetess, and her uncle, Nalappatt Narayana Menon, was a prominent writer she did not start writing professionally until she got married and became a mother. She wrote chiefly of love, its betrayal, and the consequent anguish. There was sourness in her writing, even directly, I remember having read a poem by her, with malayalam words, Kayapa....At the age of 42, she published her autobiography, My Story or Ende kadha....Then she was Kamala Das...I remember she having said, a decade ago, only 4 people know my mob no..three sons and....?? Well then there was the talks about Obamas, say no to Banglore, yes to Buffalloo, IT and BPO industries moving to Phillippine...the econcomic recession....stock market fluctuations.... If there are two ones, a big one and a small one, how can you make the two equal? Do not cut the big one, but increase the size of the small one, that is growth.... Desire what you deserve, desire is the route cause of all sorrow....dont work hard, dont work smart, work with your heart....

Stockholm Syndrome

A phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor. It is a psychological response.

The syndrome is named after the Norrmalmstorg robbery of Kreditbanken at Norrmalmstorg in Stockholm, the capital and largest city of Sweden, in the eastern part of the country on the Baltic Sea, in which the bank robbers held bank employees hostage from August 23 to August 28 in 1973. In this case, the victims became emotionally attached to their victimizers, and even defended their captors after they were freed from their six-day ordeal. The term "Stockholm Syndrome" was coined by the criminologist and psychiatrist Nils Bejerot, who assisted the police during the robbery, and referred to the syndrome in a news broadcast.

It is something that saves the captor….the captor gives a punch, the hostage gives a kiss in return, both are indeed touching….cannot be easily forgotten, memory for lifetime…This is seen especially with small children, when they cry, how others react to the situation...

Of late there was also a similar Tamil movie, don’t remember the name, but then, it was an irreconcilable one, the lover husband, hijacking a hospital for his wives operation, and finally giving up his life for her…the hostages being to identify with and grow sympathetic to his captor the hero of the move, the auto driver.

Well why this now? I believe this is being experienced now. Thanks to the person for bringing this to my notice, and to the person with Stockholm syndrome…