*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 56

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day. Sorry, beautiful is all I have and the only word that I trust and which in my opinion encompasses all that is good in this life. when I say beautiful it means the soul, thought, expression and has nothing to do with the body and its senses for they are all pure nonsense.

Things lost in the fire of life

Many marriages are literally chapters from the book " Sleeping with the enemy" and whether you know it or not, they are all around you.

He woke up in the dark and looked at her " is this my wife and is this the woman i have been married to all this time?" She woke up in the dark and looked at him and wondered " When did this happen and why did i let it happen? Is this the end?"

When I asked her or him why she or he looked so down and beat, she or he replied with a wry smile that fried my soul with its sadness ' not easy for there are the children to think about. If there were no children then I would have split a long time ago'.

Have you ever stopped and thought about he or she that has not been invited to a party, bash, pot luck, just a casual get-together.

Reasons given- 1- thought it was better to call only her or him for she would have found it a bit awkward to face him in the same party ( awkward for you all)

Reasons given- 2- let she or he relax without the added pressure of having to meet their ex-spouse ( read, never could stand her or him.(good that we have her or him all for ourselves)

Are there support groups for parents whose children have become adults and flown the nest.

she told him, for she knew him pretty well and his look " Babe, headache. maybe tomorrow (or maybe never) and he smiled, shrugged " okay" and turned away to the other side. hairline crack or is that an abyss in the marriage.

she wanted, he too wanted but alos wanted to extract his petty revenge for the headache and so faked a lower back problem and she smiled and shrugged and thought " not only your lower back but all things lower about you are a problem)

Biological needs, procreation, slave,cook, servant, driver, cleaner, sex worker aside where do these two species meet and unify in thought and soul.

God, the crazy guy has gone loco again and with nothing better to do has decided to stir the hornets nest of life. Run Pandora and hide your chest, no trunk, god no, your box,

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day. Home, what is that and when do we know we are home? when pure love embraces you tenderly in its arms? when your broken, jagged edges of a life fit perfectly with another broken and jagged edge? when you stand in front of your favorite God, in your favorite Temple and get lost in abstract emotions and lose your identity and consciousness.

Sitting here in Besant Nagar, Chennai, I wonder at the vastness of this planet and all its treasures that lie waiting for my feet to tread on them and for my soul to sing to them. But, I am sure that when, one day, I travel to the few places that are on my Bucket list, I will leave them singing to me " Fly away home traveler for this is not what you seek" and I will return still seeking, yearning, whispering lyrics to the missing music and a flawed composition.

Many tell me that my thoughts that translate into words are morbid, creepy, eerie and depressing and I smile, shrug and say 'Better a driftwood than a dead piece of wood".

I give you these beautiful pics of Umbrella street, Portugal wondering if the person behind this creation happened to stumble upon some of MGR'S films on you tube. Well, my fellow souls, stranger things have been known to have happened on this earth.

https://www.pps.org/places/umbrella-sky-project

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உங்களுக்கு சிரிப்பு வருதோ..??"

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day and clean and hygienic India. Well, that is better explained down below.

Sorgame endraalum, athu namooru pola varuma. O..A Varaathu. so, moodikittu, gammunu keda.

If you ever wondered as to why we Indians are so depressingly unclean and unhygienic, the moment we step out of our house, then stop wondering and instead check out the habits of people in and around places of worship.

The closest Shiva temple to my house is Ratnagireeshwarar temple and one that I frequent often for Darshan and it is mostly from outside after my run or gym routine and that is usually at about 7.00 or 7.30 am.

There are only two small shops facing the temple that sell flowers, garlands, fruits and lamps brimming with ghee ( vanaspati aka dalda) and sesame oil.

Sometime, maybe five or six years ago, I stopped buying flowers from these shops run by two women and instead began entering the temple offering only myself to my God.

The immediate reason was that the women who sold flowers and other stuff that are needed (sorry required by religion) were unclean, not physically but mentally and their interactions with their drunken husbands was a real education in Tamil and its many adverbs and adjectives.

If that was too much to bear, then the words, curses and descriptions that the beggars used outside the temple was an encounter with \amil and maybe in the fifth or sixth kind.

Well, the beggars were managed with a stern warning that was ably supported by the local SI who obviously did not extend that courtesy to the flower sellers for they extended their courtesy via daily mamool.

So, it is under a pretense of a differently abled soul, deaf,dumb, mute, insane and nearly blind that I sometimes venture into the temple and quickly say hello and depart.

But, not before my eyes fall on half eaten Pongal that lies wasted and abandoned near the tap that is meant for washing legs, while the dust bin lies open with its gob and soul,lamenting and cheering " Use me please, dump all that stuff into me".

The pillars are painted with the red kum kum prasadam that was so convincingly received by the devotee and once a bit was painted to his or her eyebrow then the next course of action is to dump the same and begone.

Some empty it in the first nook and cranny that can hold the tiny amount of red powder and they do it with great reverence for they are scared that it might drop to the floor.

I stand thinking ' Ivallavu panre, why can't you do the same in that big steel bowl that is placed for that very specific purpose and along with a board announcing its use in both English and Tamil.

Namma makkala change panna mudiyuma. Nai valla straight panna mudiyuma.

Mobiles ringing, people talking and yet one needs to persist among all that and triumph in seeing God while sometimes you happen to witness the priest relaxing with his mobile and yes you guessed right, Whatsapp.

Then, you have not only teenage girls wearing the tightest of jeans and leggings, but also adult women in the same and sometimes wearing sleeveless tees and they walk around the temple in a strange manner.

Sorry, but I do wonder how they get into those jeans for they are so damn tight and uncomfortable which is obvious from the way the one who is wearing it walks.

some of them walk as if they are on some strange planet with ten times the gravity of earth. still others walk as if their feet are encased in tubs of cement. some strangely walk as if they are stuck in quicksand.

Then you have namma ambala singams in their shorts, three fourths and they come in all sizes from 15 to 75.

Nearly everyday, Pongal is given out and you only need to see the way both the rich,middle and poor run for it for if they ran with that same speed and purpose then i am sure golds in Olympics is assured.

That is a good idea people. Keep free Pongal and other freebies at the other end, the finish line and I am sure we Indian athletes will sweep all the medals.

You need to see what an act these so called devotees put on as they get their share of Pongal and there ends their connections with God for then it is all about stuffing their faces, wiping their fingers on the nearest available temple pillar and off to their daily lives.

So, you see people. If this is this the case when it comes to God and his home, then what will be our Indians practice and ways when he steps out into the public world.

Okay, I will tell you clearly and in no uncertain words and that is a big F..K YOU. I am fine. My family is fine and my home is fine and the rest of the world including my nation can go to hell.

Jannal Oram 294

She followed his tired feet that carried a worn out soul, and shut the door behind them, and watched helplessly with a heavy heart as he stood by the bed and stared out at the night that lay over them and their lives with its darkness.

Jeeva gently held him from the back and placed her head on his back and Raman covered her hands with his and both stood as one and let time and its tide pass them by for a precious few moments of succour that they so desperately craved.

He turned and cupping her face with his hands, kissed her and they lingered like that as again time and life passed by.

Placing a tender hand on her stomach, he looked at her with a hint of smile which looked like a crescent moon in the dark sky for jeeva and she answered his look ' a long way to go hero, nearly nine more months.'

Raman nodded ' I hope and pray that our world is a better place when she comes out Jeeva' and Jeeva raised her eyebrow ' boss, how do you know for sure it is not a boy. I mean Vijay instead of Suja.'

Raman tried for searching for an answer and Jeeva looked at him lovingly ' baby, does it matter, really matter for it is not going to change things that have happened.'

' I know Jeeva but I want to hold on to them for I am scared that I might begin to forget them in the hustle and bustle of our crazy lives.'

She smiled ' Ram, isn't that what life is all about, all hustle and bustle. It is perfectly okay to let go of those who have gone knowing fully well that we too will one day be gone.'

Raman looked at her searchingly ' you are right sweetie. We are just mortals and we can only do so much with our limited powers and temporary lives.'

The hands that held her now changed their rhythm and her body responded immediately to his touch. He gently and with deliberate provocation began to unbutton her night gown and noticed that with each button her breast began to heave up and down with her breath that came now in gasps and then his lips covered her neck, throat and slowly ran down her breasts and gripped and bit on her nipples.

That was all that jeeva could take and she gripped his head with force and groaned in pleasure and he let the gown fall to the floor and then quickly undressed and they stood naked one with his hardness and her wetness.

She looked at him ' baby, If you are not inside me right now, I think my head, maybe even my whole body will explode into pieces.'

He gently pushed her down and covered her with his body and she took him in and as one they forgot life, its tragedies and all that had taken place over the past few weeks'.

She pushed him gently and made its that they were lying side by side with their eyelashes brushing each other, their breaths steaming as one, their lips kissing as one mouth and gently traced his face.

She caught the sudden spark that flared in his eyes and saw him subtly cover the windows that opened to his soul with his eye lids and nudged his manhood with her knee and whispered ' gentle now but soon it will be a hard blow to your nuts if you keep evading what you were about to say.'

Raman lifted his eyes to face her and Jeeva saw that they were filled with a strange and new kind of sorrow,a different kind of burden that had not been there and she goaded him ' I am waiting Mr. Raman.'

' Kavita is a wonderful person you know Jeeva. She comes across as strong, motivated, filled with fire and purpose and yet you learn something new about her.'

Jeeva grabbed his face in a firm grip and commanded ' Ram, look at me. I am Jeeva. More than being your wife, lover and your slave, I am first and foremost your friend, your fellow traveller who will be with you through good and bad and much more.'

Raman tried closing his eyes and Jeeva raised her voice ' I mean it baby. There is nothing in this world that you can say or do that will hurt me for I have that much faith, hope and respect in you. More than what I have for msyelf and even my parents.'

Both of them stared at each other and jeeva waited for her words to sink into his mind and then Raman smiled, nodded and said ' It came out of the blue. I had no prior clue as to her action or what her action would be for there has never been any cause or provocation from my side.'

Jeeva growled ' Dei idiot advocate. Stop all these legal crap and talk to me like a normal human being. Save all that technical jargon for your court sessions and stop screwing me when you have just literally screwed me.'

Raman went back a bit in a mock display of shock and muttered ' Che, love pannum pothu, nalla decent lady mathiri behave panraanga. But, once married, appadiye balti addikaraanga.'

Jeeva slowly used her knee to put pressure on his genitals ' Again, I am waiting. So, say what you were about to say and wanted to say.'

Raman shook his head ' even at the cost of painful balls which in fact is a loss for you, I think there are some things which a man cannot tell his woman.'

Jeeva pushed him down and now lay on top of him and looked down into his eyes ' my hero, the word her that you just said meant Kavita, right.'

Raman's eyes opened wide ' what the bloody hell? How, how in God's name did you know that?'

Jeeva smiled sadly ' I know ram and I have known for a long time and from the moment I saw her with you. What is really sad is that, you didn't know her feelings for you and how much she cares for you.'

Jeeva looked away and whispered softly ' Maybe as much as I love you and maybe more, much more.'

Raman lay still and she looked at him ' You are such a smart person and I wonder why you never noticed the signs or maybe you are just like most men.'

' What do you mean like most men?' asked Raman and Jeeva tracing a finger down his nose,lips said 'I mean that when a woman shows interest in a man, it takes ages for the man to understand her feelings or sometimes never ever and funnily and tragically, some other man will come for her and tired off waiting and too shy to say it out she locks her love and takes what is being offered.'

Raman slowly embraced her and pulling her face to his gently kissed her lips and said ' Ma'am, the same works for men too and before you say anything, let me add that we turned out okay. Didn't we?'

Jeeva ' yes sir but after nearly three years of waiting and if I had not offered you a seat that day then maybe never or maybe a wait of another three or god knows how many more years.'

Raman in a soft voice ' I wanted to jeeva from the first moment my eyes caught sight of you, I wanted to come and hold you and tell you how much I loved you and needed you by my side but.....'

Jeeva covered his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply and wriggled her hips slowly and felt his arousal and slowly pressed down on his hardness and said ' Boss, first you tell me what happened or you will have to go take a cold shower for your needs.'

Raman hesitantly told her about how Kavita had kissed him just as he was leaving with the army man to rendevouz with the Brigadier and Jeeva gently used her fingers to shut him up and looked at him for a few moments.

' Baby, I guess, I hope and maybe even know for sure that the kiss Kavita gave you came out of desperation, a need to belong, pain, a need to be connected with you for afterher brother, you are the closest thing to her and her family and then there is all the love she has for you and has been carrying for the past ten or more years.'

Raman looked at her with more respect in his eyes ' you are not angry, upset that a woman kissed me.'

' no, I would have been angry if you had kissed her first or even responded to her kiss which I know you did not. Kavita, like I just said is lost, lonely and hurting badly and maybe she was just vulnerable and so the kiss happened.'

She looked at him ' baby, Both of us know what it means to love, not show it and I know what a broken heart means. So, I am not angry with you or Kavita for I trust both of you, and sweetie thanks for telling me although I had to threaten injury to your balls before you confessed.'

Raman rolled her over and jeeva squealed and using his knees to spread her legs thrust himself into her and filled her with his love and time and life passed them by as it always does for time, tide, life has no control over pure love.

A Morning thought

I hold my breath in vain,squint, squeeze my face in various contortions and gingerly raise the key pad and press the button and the car squeals loudly twice and I am still holding my breath.

The lone male dog who has escaped the scissors and who is also the resident bully, tyrant and who I have aptly titled " KIM JONG" responds with a cough that is the only bark he can muster and which conveys loudly " Silence please for all dogs are asleep."

The crows are smarter and one by one they begin to rouse themselves and in all probability caw to each other " Morning snack master is here" and off late one of them has taken to striking me with his or her wing and tail feathers, beseeching me " Dei, biscuit thaane. hurry up please."

We are well and truly in the grip of Kathiri veyil, and the Mercury has been hovering at 40 although the past two weeks was as bad and humid, even though the levels hovered between 37 and 39.

The caress of the cool wind cooled by its travel over the sea reminds me that this too shall pass. cool, pleasant, hot, humid, chill, baking, ups and down, death and life and this too shall pass.

Insomnia, failing eye sight in my right eye has been preventing me from writing often and writing personal stuff to real personal people who are at this moment waging war with illness.

I tell those few souls to fight on, brave on and hold on to their faith for that is the only thing that has not been bestowed, genetically gifted, learnt, acquired in this life and that faith, unshakeable faith is the light of all lights and the beacon that shines brightly saying that this too shall pass.

What does it mean to be alive? what does it mean to be dead? what does it mean, this journey?

From darkness into darkness or is it truly from light and into light.

I slip into the car and it is onward towards the sea and sun.

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day. All the best.

One moment please

You are driving your car, slowly, safely, following lane discipline and then they honk. Then, a car, a bike, a cyclist cuts across and your heartbeat increases like an accelerating F1 car, and you gasp like a fish, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. You feel it, your car being bumped, scratched as the two-wheeler hurries towards his destination which hopefully is his office or home and not to meet Lord Yama on his four-wheel drive armed with real, nasty horns and swishing tail.

Lord Yama, claims nearly 1.85 Million lives every year all over the world and of this nearly 148,707 lucky or unlucky ones are from India. But, for the majority of those who escape, the God of death has only a smile, wave and a promise " You think you escaped here, but sadly no and I will be seeing you soon."

Traffic fatalities is a full stop of a life, lives and there ends that. But, the daily rigors of driving in traffic are a slow building, a slowly executed sentence, and sometimes leaving you wondering if the former would have been better than the slow and later one.

Stress, strain, and the constant push and pull of your essence, of both body and soul is a silent killer for they bring with them diabetes, heart problems and the dreaded word " C" cancer.

If road traffic is bad, then life traffic is just as bad for the collisions inside the house and between family and friends are just as bad or far worse than fatal vehicle collisions.

Even today, amidst all the distractions of mobile phones ringing, people chatting loudly next to you, people trying to chat with you, the temple is a safe bet when it comes to relief from stress and strain.

Wise men and science say that meditation is the best everyday relief for us humans and that even five minutes of meditation brings down your Blood pressure and sugar level.

I tried it and sadly failed at this so called meditation or maybe I am just not ready for it.

I tried it a few times and only burst out laughing and also found that many who say they are meditating are in fact just acting as if they are meditating. squeeze your eyes shut and freeze.

Sorry, I have got better things to do than that.

I then realized that meditating does not mean that and that you can meditate with your eyes wide open but with your thoughts focused on one thing and the right thing and that is the chat between your soul and its true parent, God.

The Ambience of the temple, its aura coupled with your faith is a beautiful moment and all it takes is chanting the name of your favorite God.

I am sorry, even chanting the name of your favorite actress or actor will work for the magic and the beauty is that only the focus on one point is important and the subject can be anything of your choice.

Walking your dog is a form of meditation. That, quiet moment of solitude that you enjoy as your furry, tailed friend looks at you with sparkling eyes and wavy tail, you know you are in safe hands and so you let your companion lead and take you for a walk.

So, meditation is just than, be still in body and mind and be still with your thoughts.

Sometimes, during the Monsoon days, the rain falls on my roof and windows chanting ' Om, om, Hari, Hare' and I let it dance its way into my soul and surrender for in the end is the essence of true meditation.

Surrender or should I say in namma language ' Amma, appa un kaladiyil naan Saran.' Saranakathi.

I give you my love and best wishes and my prayers.

Good morning. I wish you a beautiful day. All the best.

Retrospective introspection

For all those who are familiar with the epic Mahabharata, many angry questions will rear its head again and again, and suffice to say that it can never be answered properly.

Vyasa aka or Krishna Dvaipayana, as the author is called also co-stars in the story and it is his narration that Lord Ganesha takes down. I guess our favorite God turned out to be the first Personal secretary, personal assistant to take down notes and I wonder whether it was in short hand.

If the same author, Vyasa, had been around today, I bet he would be in great demand in both Hindi and Tamil serials for his stories that contain so many twists and turns, ups and downs and a whole lot of characters.

I think I am correct in saying that both the epics Ramayana and Mahabharata that were telecast on Doordarshan, had the highest ratings ever. One obvious reason was that there was no other channel to compete at that time and yet those sky high ratings still stand tall today.

For me, the scene where Draupadi is insulted and nearly stripped throws up a lot of questions and the first important question that used to come to me was " What was the good old almighty warrior Bheeshma doing instead of stepping in and stopping the striptease drama?"

Shikandi, his Achilles heel, was not around and he knew that and so knew that he was bullet proof and yet he kept quiet but for maybe a few feeble protests. This questions among many other questions burst forth when I first read the Ramayana back in my school days,maybe between the 5th or 6th std.

It was only later, much later, when I began to act that I realised what a smart writer, Vyasa was and how great his script and screenplay was.

Drama, melodrama, emotions heightened to a feverish pitch leaving the readers baying for blood and thirsting for vengeance, and in the end it all comes down to a bloody great story.

Yes, a great story, epic even, legend and that which made Lord Krishna a real superstar at the box-office of temples and devotion.

I read the scene, took in my lines and then looked at the associate director ' enna ithu. we are nearly 300 episodes old and yet here we are still talking about what happened in the 15th episode. Eppa thaan writer intha suspensa break panna poraru?"

He looked at me with shock and irritation taking turns on his face ' Saar, suspensa break pannitta, story over. after that nothing in the bag and no air in the balloon. so, we have to plod along.'

There was only on expression dancing on my face and that was frustration ' So, aracha maava aracchukitte irukkanum. Daily, all the people I meet keep bombarding me with the same question ' eppa saar intha serial close panna poreenga?'

With the calm expression of the Buddha now claiming land on his face, he said ' don't worry about the public. They will bitch, crib, complain and yet when the time comes, they will sit and watch all the crap we dish out. For, they know it is a story and time-pass and we also know how to use their time with out story.'

If, grandpa Bheeshma had stepped in, then the story is over and peace would have reigned between the pandavas and the kauravas.

In secret, we know that the great epics are just stories in which all the gods were aptly cast and who we hero worship to this day. For example, from, krishna, Rama, Sita and Hanuman we worship and pray to them daily.

Enna, Thala ajithukkum, thalapathy vijaykkum, superstarukkum paalum, koozhum oothi poojai seiyum pothu, original superstars, megastarskkum poojai panna vendaama.

Appa amma sentiment. Brother sentiment. Wife sentiment. friends sentiment. revenge. Anti-hero, vigilante, rebel. Aiyoo, adengappa ellathaiyum appave intha rendu epicsla soleetaanga.

So, if there are story, script and screenplay writers to rival namma Bhagyaraj saar, then it is the duo of Vyasa and Valmiki.

Slipper discourses

I purchased the pair of slippers with a specific purpose in mind and that was to use them only for temple purpose. So, when I asked the guy for a pair of slippers and also added my purpose, he displayed his purpose with intent and also feigning ignorance about my needs and more importantly the needs of the temple.

I looked at the casual slippers with all the leading brand names " Nike, Adidas, Reebok" and also some dubious brands that rang and rhymed with " Peter England and John England".

I exhaled my sigh and shook my head with understanding and with immense patience looked up at him " Am I the first customer, boniya?" and he replied " yes sir".

I told him " from house to temple and nothing more,so give me something that is comfortable and affordable and which can be in stealth mode".

He frowned and I thought that for one second, my favorite comedian " Suruli rajan" had come back alive and repeated " Stealth mode saar, what it is meaning?"

With the same patience and love that Lord Krishna showed for Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurukshetra and explained to him about life that we now celebrate as the " Bhagwad Gita", I too explained to him about how we lose slippers outside temples, and then have to walk barefoot or drive the bike or car barefoot, fuming and cursing".

He opened his gob " Oh! ok, ok" and I walked out with a dirty brown color rubber slippers after paying just 120 rupees.

The dirty brown slippers stayed with me for nearly a year, all the time complaining that it was too plain and dull and that it was drowning in shame and depression over its own looks and that it had been avoided for nearly a year.

Yesterday, I came out of the temple and searched for my stealth mode, dirty brown slippers and after ten minutes realized that somebody indeed had stolen that pair of ugly duckling slippers.

I smiled, beamed although my emotions were raging like my guru " Nadigar thilgam" and a regular stopped and enquired " Enna saar, seruppu pocha" and I nodded.

He continued " Unga peeda, sencha paavam ella antha serupoda pochu saar. From now on he has to carry all that burden".

He left and I kept staring at him as he receded and thought " Old slippers, only 120 when brand new and for that, the person who has stolen it has to carry all my sins. What nonsense it is my lord?" I asked the temple and all the gods inside it and a voice whispered " Fat chance sat, somebody started that saying out of anger and vengeance and please, you don't fall for that Nonsense talk."

I walked away wondering about the lifespan of next pair of temple slippers and if I would be able to get the same dirty brown color rubber slippers that lay as an orphan for nearly a year in my care and outside the temple.

Good morning. I wish you all a beautiful day.

Bit paper and copy

I have always hated Maths and absolutely have no clue as to how numbers work in that subject. I did the most sensible thing during my 11th std and that was take a course without maths in it.

Physics, being more or less a sibling of Maths, and filled with formulas and other stuff that better and far superior minds than me can make sense of,

But, Physics and Chemistry came along and there was no way to avoid them both and Physics, being more or less a sibling of Maths, and filled with formulas and other stuff that better and far superior minds than me can make sense of filled me with dread and an impending doom.Luckily,at that time CBSE students had a choice of letting go of one subject out of 6, and so I happily let go of physics and plodded through with Chemistry.

Practicals was a cakewalk since it was taking place in our own backyard and it was in theory that I suffered and likewise,theory suffered because of me. Since I am confessing my chemistry sins, I have to broach the topic of IUPAC and all the god forsaken names and I am happy to say that I added many new compounds and chemicals to the subject of Chemistry that must have left the person marking my answers either reeling with shock and disgust or rolling on the floor in laughter. IUPAC, WHY NOT SIXPACK?

Maybe, he or she must have called the other faculty members " come, come and see this answer paper and see for yourself what all we have to face in our daily duty".

But, I doubt if I was the only one who resorted to what I did in that paper and that was simply write a love letter to the person who was going to correct my papers and explain clearly that I was weak in Chemistry and that should not stop me from passing on and passing through to college and also wrote about my status in life.

Well, it worked. No Bit paper, no copying and I did manage to pass through 12th std and for me it was no mean feat at that point of time for looking back I was going through a real crisis.

But then Me, you and all of us know that exams such as these that we sit for in school and college are nothing compared to the exams and examination that we are put through in our adult lives and sadly some of you on a daily basis in your adult lives. I am sorry that you are going through that and I hope you pass with high marks and with distinction.

Then again, we come to the most difficult exam of our lives and sadly, gladly and honestly it is not a public exam but our own private exams and the grading teacher, faculty member is your soul, your conscience.

I have to confess here that I am not a very brave person and am scared of the dark and that is why maybe I don't sleep that well and also knowing well that a time will come for a permanent sleep and hopefully with my God, the toughest teacher and master and I wonder how well I am going to do in that exam, both in practicals and theory.

I end this thought of mine with these lines that I found today in a site and borrowed it as a reference to today's chat with you all.

Life is the most difficult exam. Many people fail because they try to copy others. Not realizing that everyone has a different question paper.

But, instead of copying from anothers answer sheet, I simply ask them " hey, these questions are pretty confusing, do you know the answers by any chance and if so, can you help me with it".

Unlike, all other exams, in this exam called life, practicals and theory can be discussed, debated and worked out and the examiner, God is cool with that, I think, i hope, honestly.

See, like back in 12th std chemistry exam, I am still writing about my status and thoughts to life and its examiners and to all of you, my near and dear souls.

All the best for your exams and examination.