From & To Sathish #5 - Page 18

*Here is the Neeraj Chopra biopic*

Opening scene is a small village in Haryana, some guys are playing cricket, and the batsman hits a big six. The ball goes into a nearby field.

A little boy is working in the fields with his father. The boys who are playing say ' Oye Chhotu ball dena'

Little boy picks up ball and is about to throw, the cricket playing boys say,. don't throw, it will never reach us.

However, little kid throws the ball, not only does it reach it hits the middle stump and everyone is stunned.

Gajraj Rao who is an athletics coach was passing by and is stunned to see this.

He follows the kid around and sees the kid has an outstanding throwing arm and great aim (scenes of kid hitting mangoes on tree, throwing bricks to his father)

Gajraj is convinced that this kid is special and asks him to join his academy. The kid says he is too poor, doesn't have money for shoes etc, plus he has to work to help his father.

Gajraj talks to his father and convinces him that the kid needs to train. Father reluctantly agrees.

Kid turns up at the academy in shabby clothes wearing torn slippers, the rich kids make fun of him, however coach scolds them, they all shut up when they see him throw the javelin.

Now, years later, the kid is grown up and he is Akshay Kumar. He is national level javelin thrower, plus has a job in the Army. He wins every national competition.

One day he is outside his cantonment with some friends.

He spots some goons trying to outrage the modesty of Kiara Advani.

Suddenly, the goons have javelins being hurled at them, they run away.

Girl is grateful, but before she can say thank you, Akshay leaves as he has practice.

Next day there is some major function at Cantonment, March past is happening. Akshay is marching and notices Kiara Advani sitting next to the Commanding Officer, he realises she is the daughter of the senior officer, eyes meet, song plays, love blossoms.

They fall in love, but Akshay tells her that his one focus is getting gold for India at the Olympics. She says she will support him and wait for him till he wins gold.

Akshay goes to various international events and wins everywhere. However, small war breaks out with Pakistan. Akshay says he will go to battle. Authorities say no need as he is a medal prospect, however Akshay says nothing is more important than defending the country. All salute him.

At border war is on, in one scene he is surrounded by Pakistani army men, his bullets have run out, then he somehow finds a long tree branch and uses that as javelin to kill his attackers.

However in all this he gets badly injured.

He is in hospital and doctors say he will never be able to throw javelin again.

However Akshay is determined. Kiara Advani is equally determined. Healing process and prayers start.

Miracle. Akshay is fit and qualifies for Olympics.

His main competition is from a massive evil German guy and an African guy ( this guy is barbaric, he has honed his skills by throwing spears at lions)

German guy mocks Akshay and says you Indians are weak, can't beat me.

But Akshay tops the qualifiers. The German guy is concerned and night before and gets a few members of the German contingent to attack Akshay in games village. These include members of German judo and karate team.

Akshay fights them all and shows off his martial arts skills.

As Akshay has almost won the fight, the victorious Indian hockey team guys emerge and chase away the Germans with hockey sticks.

Akshay is bruised and the Punjabi boys in the hockey team call him Paaji and boost his morale by telling some Punjabi jokes.

Seems all is well,.but Akshay is informed his father's farm has caught fire. He is broken.

Day of the final arrives. Everyone is throwing well. Akshay messes up 1st couple of throws as the burning farm plays on his mind.

However his coach tells him, farm will come back, he almost died in battle, this is nothing, this is what your country needs.

Back in village everyone is praying.

Akshay is 4th before final throw. As he runs up all members of Indian contingent stand up and shout Bharat Mata Ki......

Akshay aces the throw, turns around and says Jai.

Everyone celebrates in stadium. German walks up to him and says he is sorry, Akshay is the real champion.

India erupts in joy.

Hockey boys are doing Bhangra in stadium.

Medals given. National Anthem plays. All rise

The end

End credits Play with Akshay Kumar and Kiara Advani dancing to Badshah's remix of Sona Kitna sona hai, Tu mera Hero Number 1

A comparison of medical treatment - India & USA made by renowned orthopaedic surgeon Dr Chandu J Thakkar, mentor to many orthopaedicians,

He chose to retire at the age of 60 at the peak of his successful career in Mumbai, but being young at heart, trained himself to be a commercial pilot in USA purely as a passion !

Here is his eye-opener. In his own words:

"Having practised in India as an orthopedic surgeon, attached to Lilavati, Breach Candy and Hinduja hospitals, having my own 10 bedded fully equipped surgical centre, and being an honorary professor of orthopedics at SION hospital for 30 years

&

Being father of a boy who studied in USA after class 12 in India,

who qualified in the US and is now an orthopedic surgeon at Johns Hopkins

I make the following comparison between medical systems in India & USA

A) India, Mumbai -

1. Training is patient-based. We have all the latest diagnostic and treatment modalities available in most Mumbai medical colleges. Investigations and treatment are prompt and affordable.

2. Medicines are world class, available at very reasonable cost.

3. Any patient can easily choose his care giver and can contact the senior most team member quite easily.

4. Even in emergency at odd hours if you visit any corporate hospital, chances are you will be seen by senior doctors within few hours.

5. The doctor who operates on you, usually follows up with you.

B) USA -

1. Here in name of efficiency, there is loads of paperwork, rigidity in management in name of SOP and protocols, questionable services in emergency centers.

2. Sky high cost of investigations and medicines.

3. I went for blood work at quest lab. I got my results after 5 days after repeated inquiries and now every month I get copy of the same results on email and post 🙄

4. I went to a pharmacy to get prescription medicine, three girls at the counter, no one else waiting,

but was told to collect medicine next day. (In India, you would get your prescription of 10 drugs in 10 minutes or less)

And they say.....India is 3rd world country 🧐

But if something can make Indian healthcare as (in)efficient as that in the US,

it would be medical insurance companies. It's happening already at alarming rate !

Dr Chandu J Thakkar,

Former Prof & Senior Orthopaedic surgeon, Mumbai

From USA

Vaanathai Pola 363

In a survey done a few years ago, a number of critical life and career questions were explored. Thousands of people responded, and their answers were riveting. what was so intriguing about the responses was that it’s becoming more obvious with each passing year that the things we humans desperately long for today are not only universal and timeless but also have become even more elusive and challenging to access and sustain, even as we “evolve” and develop in this tech-frenzied, time-crushing world.

The key question this survey probed was this:

"If you could say in one word what you want more of in life, what would that be?"

These were the top answers.

No. 1: Happiness

No. 2: Money

No. 3: Freedom

No. 4: Peace

No. 5: Joy

No. 6: Balance

No. 7: Fulfillment

No. 8: Confidence

Isn't it strange that money came second to happiness? The reason for my question is the state of this world today. As you scroll down the answers from 1 to 8, you will see that money is the odd one out, a stranger, an alien among the rest of the answers that are all closely related to one another. So, there is hope yet for all of us on Earth.

I, write, and have been writing and posting for over 15 years now and I hope to continue for a little more time at least. I am a very different person from the one who started writing all these years ago for something has changed in me gradually but I sense the change and from the present 2021 I look back at myself as I was in 2006 and realize what the change is. Rough has mellowed. Sharp has become blunt. Acid has diluted into water. Happiness is gradually but still, giving way to peace.

I am a worker bee. A worker ant. I have never aspired for anything great or nursed secret ambitions to do that, do this. I think I had the mind, the skills and strength to have followed through with my aspirations and dreams but there were none and instead, I channelled them into finding peace and through it gain happiness.

Change. An act or process through which something becomes different. make (someone or something) different; alter or modify. replace (something) with something else, especially something of the same kind that is newer or better; substitute one thing for (another).

“The measure of intelligence is the ability to change” -Albert Einstein

Today, we know for certain that the Solar system along with our home planet, Earth came into being nearly 4.5 billion years ago. The first life happened 1.2 to 1.3 billion years later and mammals, the group to which we human species belong to happened only 320 million years ago. Humans diverged from apes at some point between about 9.3 million and 6.5 million years ago.

Homo sapiens, the first modern humans, evolved from their early hominid predecessors between 200,000 and 300,000 years ago.

The timeline of earth and the lives in it are all measured in Billions, millions and hundreds of thousands of years. But, one species has been bestowed by Mother nature the privilege to accelerate this evolution process to suit its own needs. Man, I am sure will soon transcend above nature at some point when he A-I Artificial Intelligence becomes real and man and machine become one.

Do you doubt that a hundred or two hundred years from now that there will be no such thing as an artificial brain? I don't.

Sometimes I wonder the reason for man's rapid evolution and do marvel at it but at the same time feel terribly depressed that his consciousness has surpassed his conscience and where it will eventually lead to.

In the ten to fifteen minutes that it took for him to reach Minister Durai Pandi Arumugam's house, Raman sat in the back seat sifting through all the data that he had gathered through the day and quickly slotted them in their respective places and in his own mind game board

But, they refused to stay put in their places and Raman knew in his heart that all the pieces on the board were connected even if they appeared dis-connected and worse they were in play. In motion.

' Somewhere in hiding and invisible to all there is one who knows everything and who is the brain behind all that is happening. I need just a link, a line, a single clue that will lead me to him or her and this problem can be resolved' Raman thought to himself and then whispered, ' He or she must have a pretty powerful reason for this evil and chaos they are surely planning to unleash. But, what and why? If the motive can be found then I will get you and I will kill you with my bare hands. I promise. No matter who you are or where you are, I will come hunting and I will find you.'

Raman's car entered the huge compound of minister Durai Pandi Arumugam's house and the army commandos in charge of his security got down and quickly scanned the area for any visible threats. The team leader opened the back door of the car and out stepped Raman and thanked him and the others and entered the house in which both life and death seemed to be waging a quiet and invisible war.

Life memories of Vijay Bhaskar against his death memories. One does not let go of someone even if they are dead and gone for they live on as energy in our memories.

Sharadha Arumugam who had been standing near the door waiting for Raman's arrival slowly walked towards the steps and looked at Raman as he got out of the car.

She felt his light, his warmth, his aura as he turned and looked at her and smiled and she knew that she had lost a son and hand gained another.

A mother knows for she sees her child not just with just her eyes but with her soul and with her emotions.

She saw Raman walk towards her and she saw her own son Vijay walking with him, in him and around him and her eyes misted and her legs began to buckle and give way overwhelmed with emotion. But, his immensely strong arms found her, held her and hugged her and she knew that her son was not lost and had come home.

Minister Durai Pandi Arumugam saw all this standing in the visitor's hall and he smiled and looked at his son who was framed in a huge photo and said, ' Kanna, Raman is here. No need to worry about Kavita for he will take care of her. If there is one person in this world she will listen to, it is Raman.'

“I have learned that sometimes

the simplest things are

the hardest things to say.

That sometimes there is no word

for what you feel,

no word in any language.”

The Sub-Inspector pressed the contact number and quietly whispered the information once the call was answered.

' Iyaa, Raman has arrived.'

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Raman enquired as to how they both were doing and Sharadha told him that they were okay and that her husband's health was much better than his last visit.

' It is nearly a month now Raman since your last visit. We all miss you. But, he' pointing to her husband, ' I think he misses you more than even me and Kavita. But, Kavita....' Sharadha's voice trailed away and Raman could see that she was finding it difficult to complete what she had been about to say.

Sharadha Arumugam turned instead to face the street that was all lit up and bristled with several police vehicles and said, ' Those lights beyond this compound look so bright and warm and only when darkness falls on the world and in our hearts does one appreciate light and its properties.'

She turned to Raman and looked at him with eyes full of love and respect, ' You are like those lights that banish darkness.But you are more than just light and you mean more than that light for our family.'

Raman smiled for words failed him. Fatigue and emotions coupled together failed him and he stood staring at Vijay's mother who glanced at the bag he was carrying from which two tiffin carriers were peeping and with a smile asked him, ' Gift from Kamakshi amma?'

Raman nodded, ' Amma, I am sure of one thing and that is Kamakshi amma is surely going to heaven. But, if by some chance, she happens to be mistakenly sent to hell, I am very sure that she will have a pleasant stay there.'

Pointing to the bag, ' I mean this. All she has to do is prepare some delicious dish everyday and the God of death will be at her feet and at her beck and call.'

Placing an arm around her shoulder, Raman whispered to Vijay and Kavita's mother, ' Amma, Don't worry about anything for I am sure it will all work out well in the end.'

She looked at him and he nodded, ' I know Kavita very well and I am sure she is doing fine. She is way smarter than any of us and knows how to handle herself.'

Sharadha Arumugam looked at Raman, ' I know, Ram but love is a different entity and it is an emotion that seems to transcend all barriers. Be it parents, family and friends and importantly the ability to use one's intelligence to make proper judgements.'

Raman hesitated and Sharadha worriedly asked him if something was wrong or had she said something that had offended him.

He smiled, ' Love. Isn't that what we all want, crave for and even die for?'

Kavita's mother Sharadha nodded, ' true words, Raman. But...'

' Amma, forget the fact that she is an adult and that has been handling herself like one long before she even became one and then remember who she is now.'

Sharadha Arumugam looked at Raman, ' I know all that. But..' and then catching sight of her husband as he stood waiting for them, she hurriedly said, ' Come. Let's go inside and where we can sit and talk out everything in comfort.'

Taking the bag that contained the food that Kamakshi amma had sent, Sharadha Arumugam gave it to a domestic help man who stood in the shadows as a shadow and then holding Raman's hand walked into the house that had once housed Vijay Bhaskar.

Both men looked at each other with loving eyes. The older one looked at the younger one with concern and asked, ' What have they done to you, Raman?'

' The same that has been done to you, sir.'

Minister Durai Pandi raised his hand and slowly touched his face and nodded, ' True, very true. My face that was once clear and unlined changed in a matter of few years after joining politics.'

Stepping closer to Raman, Minister Durai Pandi gently held him and looked at him and said, ' But, that is nothing when compared to what you have been doing and are doing? '

Suddenly, Durai Pandi bent his head, avoiding eye contact and seeing this, Raman asked him if he was okay.

' Sir, what is wrong? Doesn't matter what I am sure we can handle it?'

Durai Pandi Arumugam looked up and said, ' Only you can handle this Raman.'

' That is why I have come, sir. So, tell me how I can be of help?'

The older man looked at the younger man and saw his son in the background and his eyes filled with sad, hot and salty tears as his dead son and his new son seemed to merge and overlap each other.

' You can help me by first hugging me too in the same manner as you did my wife, your mother.'

A gentle smile slowly lit up his face, like the first rays of a still submerged sun and then overcome with grief and with happiness, Raman gently took the old man into his arms and into his heart.

Love is hands, holding you.Laughter with those that understand us is music for the soul.A hug at the right moment and a kind shoulder to lean on, is the sprinkle of magic that keeps us walking towards hope.

The Telegraph

Decadence and hubris have finally brought down the American Empire.The US is in retreat on all fronts, and its incompetent politicians are incapable of reversing the decline

No empire is eternal: all eventually fall amid hubris and humiliation. The heart-wrenching, humanitarian calamity that is the botched Afghan retreat is merely the latest sign that the American era is ending: Washington is no longer the world’s policeman, and an unsettling future of clashes between expansionist, authoritarian regional powers beckons.

It is a far cry from the late 1980s-early 1990s, when America’s global clout peaked. The Reagan rebirth, the tearing down of the Berlin Wall, the termination of communism and its gulags, the rise of Silicon Valley and the invention of the internet, the liberation of Kuwait: these were the anni mirabiles of the US hegemon, the glory days of Pax Americana, bookending humanity’s most turbulent century.

Hollywood held its head high, and everybody wanted to be like America, vote like America and consume like America, or so it seemed. The creation of the single market in 1992 was Europe’s attempt at imitating the US; the same year, China’s Jiang Zemin announced his epoch-defining “socialist market economy”.

Yet all of this, far from representing a settled consensus on the meaning of the good life and how to achieve it, was a cruel aberration, the high watermark of the American idea. Everything went wrong after that. Paradoxically, 9/11 itself didn’t take down the American empire: it awoke a sleeping giant and triggered a groundswell of patriotism, and a different branching history might have seen a massive but relatively short retaliation, with the prompt killing of Bin Laden. Instead, we had to wait a decade until OBL’s execution in Pakistan (his harbouring by a supposed ally itself proof of America’s waning power) and the world suffered a long-term, half-hearted and ultimately catastrophically counter-productive attempt at remodelling the Middle East.

Twenty years on, America’s global plan lies in ruins, its elites confounded on almost every issue, the stupidity and incompetence on display over the Afghan withdrawal confirming that they don’t understand the rest of the world, and aren’t fit to govern their own country, let alone the globe. Blinded by a simplistic universalism, they no longer understand religion, tribalism, history, national differences or why countries want to govern themselves.

Wherever one looks, America’s blueprint has failed. Take Washington’s support for a United States of Europe with its army, constitution and “eurodollar”. Brexit signalled the beginning of the end of that dystopian construct: others will leave the EU, because of the coming migration crisis – tens of millions will seek to move from Africa and the Middle East, and there will be toxic attempts at “distributing” migrants across the bloc – or because of a populist uprising or economic implosion.

In the Middle East, every country or territory touched by America is in chaos. Afghanistan is back in the hands of the Taliban. Iraq is a nightmare, Syria was the scene of monstrous killings as the West looked on and Libya is a calamity. The Clinton-backed Israel-Palestine peace plan failed: the Gaza withdrawal merely emboldened anti-Semitic Hamas terrorists. Biden’s administration is still sucking up to Iran’s two-faced regime. Does it not see that it is intent on going nuclear and destroying Israel? As for the Gulf States, largely US protectorates, what will their fate be when demand for oil collapses as a result of net zero? The Middle East’s woes have only just begun.

America’s retreat is equally spectacular in Asia. China has become rich and powerful thanks to capitalism, in itself one of the great triumphs of American ideological expansionism. But its population is not clamouring for democracy. Beijing’s crackdown on entrepreneurs and other sources of independent power demonstrates its lethal seriousness, and its intent to return to its own imperial past.

China can no longer be contained: it has grabbed Hong Kong, and will eventually turn to Taiwan. What then? Will America be dragged into a nuclear World War III, also involving another of America’s few imperial success stories, Japan? Will that be how everything comes tumbling down? Or will Washington walk away? And what about India and Pakistan?

It’s a mess: Pax Americana has achieved nothing of any significance bar saving Kuwait and ending conflicts in Yugoslavia over the past 30 years. America’s internal problems are immense: its constitution is broken, its predilection for second-rate gerontocrats such as Biden unrivalled. Racked with self-doubt, its elites in the grip of a bizarre “awakening” centred around a nihilistic, ungrateful self-loathing, it no longer has values to sell, neither capitalism nor democracy nor the American dream. How can people who live in terror of “micro-aggressions” find it in themselves to defeat real evils? As to the public, it doesn’t want to know about the rest of the world: how, under such circumstances, can the US empire not be in terminal decline?

Could America’s interventions in Afghanistan and Iraq have succeeded? As a Hayekian who believes it is a Fatal Conceit that governments can successfully centrally plan the world, I used to rightly be a sceptic. But the shock of 9/11 led me, wrongly, to believe that, just for once, a full-on imperialistic invasion might work, and liberal democracy and capitalism would spread across the region. The argument was simple: America did it in Japan with General MacArthur, turning a very different society into a democracy, and in Germany, so why not in Iraq? It would have required a massive number of ground troops, far more than were ever deployed, a total takeover of society, and decades of occupation and would probably have failed anyway.

I have learnt my lesson: in practice, America should never attempt state building. Change must be spontaneous and organic, or it is unsustainable. Yes, threats such as Al-Qaeda or now Iran should be tackled vigorously, and humanitarian interventions to prevent genocides are a must, but full-on liberal imperialism inevitably backfires.

The West has lost control: there will be mass population movements, currency wars and battles over natural resources. The American empire at least believed in freedom and democracy; what replaces it won’t even pretend to be liberal.

Allister Heath | 18 August 2021 •

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Vaanathai Pola 365

“Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.”

A and B were very good friends. But, B also was very close to C and C and D were very good friends and confidantes.

A being unable to handle its guilt over a mistake unburdened it on B trusting B to keep it to itself. B kept it or mostly kept it but confided with the only person who it trusted apart from A and which was C. But, A did not know this and so B shared A's guilt with C and before long A's mistake was known to all up to, Z.

Forgetfulness and negligence often initiate letting a secret slip; some people may not understand the potential consequences of not keeping somebody’s secret to themselves.

Some folks justify spreading others’ secrets by convincing themselves that the secret is common knowledge—if a source shared a secret with them, the source may have shared it with others too.

Some people may assume an altruistic or self-righteous mindset, and reveal a secret assuming that divulging the secret could be more beneficial to those concerned than keeping the secret.

Some people reveal secrets because they can’t bear the mental distress of keeping the secret. Often, the bigger the secret, the harder it is to keep it.

If you’ve been told a secret or have some information in hand that may put somebody in immediate emotional or physical risk, be careful in how you act. Telling secrets in the wrong way, to the wrong people, or at the wrong time can be surprisingly destructive.

Tears had been shed. Grief had been shared. Words of love and fate had been whispered. Now, time alone stood ticking like the much flogged saying 'elephant in the room' that no one wanted to see and acknowledge.

The expression the elephant in the room is a metaphorical idiom in English for an important or enormous topic, question, or controversial issue that is obvious or that everyone knows about but no one mentions or wants to discuss because it makes at least some of them uncomfortable.It is based on the thought that something as conspicuous as an elephant can appear to be overlooked in codified social interactions.

From his childhood, Raman had found himself being given the mantle of " Magnetic Vault" and it was a moniker that he had brushed away with a smile all through his high school and college days. Magnet, because he knowingly or unknowingly became the go-to person for advice and a person with whom you could talk freely and openly without any fears of being judged or worse manipulated.

His first memory of someone confiding about something to him had been in his 3rd or 4th std when a classmate named Sundar with whom he shared a bench told him that he needed to pee badly but was too scared to get up and ask for permission from the teacher. The reason for the kid's fear was valid and very true. It was no ordinary teacher who stood in front of them but Mr Amirthalingam himself, their maths teacher but to their eyes, he appeared like a demon that had been cast out from hell for being too evil. Go figure.

He was tall, thin, totally bald and whose face was dominated by a huge beaky nose that hung over thin cruel lips. His eyes were that of a predator that was constantly on the lookout for prey and in this instance, some kid to thrash with his bare hands or with the cane that he always carried with him. In short, he looked like a vulture. That ugly scavenging bird that preys both on the dead and the dying.

Amirthalingam master had come into their lives as a replacement for Kanagavalli teacher who was currently on maternity leave and would not be back for a few months at least. The school management had made a colossal error when they had hired Amirthalingam on a temporary basis and unknowingly unleashed hell on the unsuspecting students.

Slaps on faces. Slaps on children's backs that sounded like thunderclaps to the ears of all and sundry and even by the second day the faculty and management had realized that the man was a terrible beast and unfit to be called a teacher.

But, there had risen a problem in the shape of Amirthalingam's connections. The man's family was connected to a powerful political party and it was through that he had gained this new position even while in suspension.

Raman without any fear had stood up and asked for permission to go to the loo braving the scathing glares that Amirthalingam cast on him.

' Stupid idiot. Can't you hold your bloody P.ss for another ten minutes? I am explaining simple algebra and you have the gall to disturb me.'

' Sir, I am really sorry sir but I cannot hold it any longer. If I do, then........'

Amirthalingam cursed filthily and Raman reacted immediately by boldly telling him not to use filthy words.

This had made Amirthalingam so angry that he had flung the duster that was used to clean the blackboard and it had struck a glancing blow on Raman's head and just above his right ear and had opened up his scalp.

A superficial cut on the head often bleeds heavily because the face and scalp have many blood vessels close to the surface of the skin. This bleeding is alarming, but often the injury is not severe and you can stop the bleeding with home treatment.

The cut that had been made by the duster began to bleed and it turned his white shirt totally red with crimson blood.

As it is in the nature of bullies who are really cowards, Amirthalingam had panicked and with a hurried yell of " Class over" had rushed off leaving Raman bleeding but with a naughty smile on his face.

The students had all gathered around him worried sick but also fascinated by the blood that was dripping from his head but Raman had looked at all of them calmly and told them not to talk about it to anyone and had then told Sundar to go do his business of peeing.

If his mentor Krishnaswamy Iyer had been present at that moment, he would have recognized immediately the seeds of a great advocate in the making but more importantly the birth of a great leader.

The bleeding had stopped but the blood on his shirt could not be hidden and so was seen by his father Shaktivel who decided to take matters into his own hands.

Amirthalingam never returned and his workload was taken over by Gandhimathi their physics teacher.

Amirthalingam vanished from their lives and no one had ever heard as to what had happened to him but everyone knew that Raman had been the cause and the effect.

From then on, students flocked to him like Iron to magnet and life had moved on.

Raman sat with a smile on his face and asked Minister Durai Pandi Arumugam, ' Sir, Sollunga. Why am I here right now?' knowing fully well that Kavita and Radhu were the reasons why he was there.

But, Raman was a keeper of secrets, a magnetic vault and there was nothing in this world that could break the trust and confidence that other people had placed in him for he was a person who more than love and duty respected other peoples faith and trust in him.

“We are, or rather our natural desire to evade pain and to attain pleasure is, the primary reason we do or say every single thing we do or say.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNsrU_sjoUo

I met a surgeon who named his son NAIF (pronounced KNIFE).

I said what an apt name!

There are some people who name their children according to their professions:

1. LAWYER'S DAUGHTER = SUE

2. RADIOLOGIST'S SON = RAY

3. OPHTHALMOLOGIST’S DAUGHTER = IRIS

4. FLORIST'S DAUGHTER = ROSE

5. MECHANIC'S SON = JACK

6. ARCHEOLOGIST'S SON = DOUG

7. THIEF'S SON = ROB

8. GYMNAST'S SON = JIM

9. JEWELLER'S TWIN GIRLS = RUBY & PEARL

10. ORNITHOLOGIST'S SON = ROBIN

11. ORTHOPEDICIAN'S SON = BONEY

12. BARBER'S SON = HARRY

13. SOLICITOR'S SON = WILL

14. ACCOUNTANT'S SON = BILL

15. HORTICULTURIST'S DAUGHTER = IVY

16. GARDENER'S SON = PETE

17. MONARCH'S SON = PRINCE

18. DRAMATIST'S DAUGHTER = OPRAH

19. SANITATION ENGR'S SON = JOHN

20. HIGHWAY ENGR'S SON = MILES

21. DIETICIAN'S DAUGHTER = OLIVE

22. ACTOR'S SON = OSCAR

23. PHARMACIST'S DAUGHTER = MADISON

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQqlXE5UPss