tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920776621314315702009-07-10T12:35:16.469-07:00Simple LifeLife - If u hv dreams, life becomes a rock and roll musical and you're a winner. But if you don't hv dreams life drags on like a funeral dirge and you are a loner.. It's as simple as tat :-)Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-40552738057221328622009-07-05T12:26:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:35:16.483-07:00God's Love<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I received this as a forward....felt like sharing it..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The winner was:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*********************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">****************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Teacher Debbie Moon 's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption, I was adopted..'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked another child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*********************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">****************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. 'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me.....'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*********************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">****************************************</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">An eye witness account from New York City , on a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes, "was the boy's reply.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'Are you God's wife?' </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >--Whenever someone helps us. God is here working through our fellowmen to give us hope.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4055273805722132862?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-55538576540000130602009-06-29T10:00:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:26:19.145-07:00Eri Kaatha Ramar : In search of my Ramar :)<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I had <span style="font-family:times new roman;">an opportunity to visit Maduranthangam, to attend my friend's wedding. </span></span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It is a very small town (The auto man charged</span> just 30.rs to take us to the outskirts of the city...So u can imagine the size of the town). This town has the famous Eri Kaatha Ramar Temple. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> The best time to visit a temple is the twilight hours. Only at these hours, the nature is at the closest and I have always believed in Nature is God. What a wonderful evening it was, slight showers after a hot day brought a pleasant change in weather. The temple is one of its kind... so peaceful & so beautiful a surrounding. I am not going to take time to describe the temple as there are enough bloggers who have already done that. </span><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SleR43GZWEI/AAAAAAAAGcs/MPMkrvWifBY/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SleR43GZWEI/AAAAAAAAGcs/MPMkrvWifBY/s320/father-daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356910687829973058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><blockquote><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This temple has a unique form of Ramar holding the hand of Sita. This posture of Ramar and Sita is not found anywhere else. When my eyes was taking in the Dhivya Dharsan, my mind hit upon a realization.... Yes.... It is.... </span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"> When i saw her holding the hands of Ram, that is when I understood the real need of a partner. It's like the secure feeling u get, as small gals when we used to hold our father's hands. <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Secure, content, peaceful.....and gud chums feeling - I am always there for you. You are never alone.. We are both together in this journey of life. </span>Secure is not financial, neither physical nor mental... this is beyond words and can only be felt. </span></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have my Ideal Partner expectations penned down, I really have no idea whether my partner would have atleast half of them. But the real essence of any relationship is not how a person is rather how a person makes you feel. </span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Every incident in my life is adding a new meaning to what a "Life Partner" is all about. However remorseful the incident may be, the learning is filling my heart with more happiness and peace :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-5553857654000013060?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-10946551684177770532009-06-28T08:49:00.000-07:002009-07-10T09:55:03.912-07:00Enge Brahmanan<span style="font-family:times new roman;"> After a long long time, something to look forward to on every evening. For the past five months, this serial had almost everyone glued to the television for half an hour. A wonderful concept by Cho - the great. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Every explanation from him would make you contemplate, what other way to explore the concept of Hinduism! Few of his thoughts gave rise to contradictory thoughts in my mind and I was craving for an intellectual company.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> The best part is : "Do not try to find a logical meaning for every ritual, "faith" is more important than reason". How true! My faith in God brought more peace to mind than what the reasoning has. It is only for the past 3 years or so I have been delving deep into the logical part of it but this doesn't give me the satisfaction what mere faith used to give me earlier.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I am really sad that this serial is over and the television is again a mere Idiot box :(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Thanks to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.blog.isaitamil.net/?s=enge+brahman" target="new window">Isaitamil Live Television</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> which helped me in viewing the serial (It was very difficult to catch this live at 8pm). Special thanks to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://dondu.blogspot.com/" target="new window">Raghavan Sir</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> for the blog updates (You can choose to read only Cho's answers).</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-1094655168417777053?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-22282533857464327342009-04-23T08:45:00.001-07:002009-04-23T08:45:36.849-07:00Youngest Donor<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Declared brain-dead, 16-month-old Abhilasha Rahurikar became the country’s youngest cadaver organ donor, said Dr Anupam Sibal, group medical director, Apollo Hospitals. Her mother Vineeta Rahurikar said it was a tough decision to make. What Abhilasha’s parents have done will surely give hope to many patients, as this gesture has created awareness about organ donation.</span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.hindu.com/yw/2009/04/07/stories/2009040750080300.htm" target="new window"> Reference Hindu</a><br /><blockquote style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SfCE1bRBn0I/AAAAAAAAGX0/jAqBBx1mgm0/s1600-h/Abhilasha-45558.jpg" target="new window"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SfCE1bRBn0I/AAAAAAAAGX0/jAqBBx1mgm0/s320/Abhilasha-45558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327904412566396738" border="0" /></a></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.topnews.in/little-abhilasha-still-alive-2145558" target="new window"> The Whole Story of the Kid - Click Here</a></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />Slowly the awareness of organ donation is picking up. Saving others life as you are losing yours is indeed a noble deed!<br /> <br /> When I read this news in Young World, the other day, unknowingly I had tears in my eyes. Tears for the family and not for the kid.<br /><br />Thanks to my sister, she is the one who introduced me to the noble deed of Eye donation. She is the first in my family to donate her eyes. I did not follow suit. It took me years to realize the importance of it. Sometimes awareness alone is not sufficient as in my case. We need to shed our indifferent attitude and realize the importance of few things in life.<br /><br /> When I pledged my eyes, I explained its significance to my parents but they were not keen on signing the form. My mom said, you can go ahead and do it after our death. Thanks to my weird imagination, her statement for a moment made me visualize her lying lifeless and I pledging her eyes. I was too emotionally disturbed to pursue the subject. But this really made me understand the "state of mind" of the relatives of the deceased.<br />It is indeed a noble deed for a person in such an emotional condition to think about organ donation, especially when it is a kid. I just bow down in honor of Rahurikar's family.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-2228253385746432734?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-35363919537313733432009-03-04T09:49:00.000-08:002009-03-08T07:47:23.571-07:00The Stranger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SbPaXbgGtWI/AAAAAAAAGVs/FrCZPIGE8w0/s1600-h/new2.jpg" target="new window"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SbPaXbgGtWI/AAAAAAAAGVs/FrCZPIGE8w0/s400/new2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310828481654207842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/Sa7Z6moYi4I/AAAAAAAAGVk/ydvxXWoYMZg/s1600-h/new.jpg" target="new window"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-3536391953731373343?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-17971188171498478692009-02-09T08:35:00.000-08:002009-02-09T09:04:44.654-08:00The Cadaver Calculator - Interesting!<a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/cadaver" style="background: transparent url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/cadaver.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;" target="new window"><strong style="font-weight: normal;">$5540.00</strong><span style="display: none;">The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.</span></a><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-1797118817149847869?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-52968244269201893032009-02-08T08:25:00.000-08:002009-02-08T08:38:04.747-08:00Being a vegetarian in a Non-veg worldSomething which I wanted to express for a long time....<br />lavi took the lead .... <a href="http://lavanyarammohan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-too.html" target="new window">Read her post here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-5296824426920189303?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-45115241495595713382009-02-02T20:10:00.000-08:002009-02-02T20:19:48.565-08:00Gigapan - President Barack Obama's Inaugural Address<p> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">President Obama's Inaugral address in Gigapan...</span></p><p><a href="http://128.2.207.24/viewGigapan.php?id=15374" target="new window"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Check this out </span></a></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>For people who are new to Gigapan :</strong></span></p><p> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Gigapan is a collaborative project of Google, Carnegie Mellon University and NASA Ames Intelligent Systems Division's Robotics Group. It is a robotic platform that attaches to a digital camera and some computer software. The robotic platform allows a user to take a photograph, then it will re-aim the camera with great precision, to take another photograph. After taking many photos, the software stitches all the pictures into a gigapixel image.<br /><br />Public beta-testing of a consumer version of the robotic platform and software has begun. Beta-testing and product platform development is being carried out by Gigapan Systems, who will eventually offer the unit for public sale.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Gigapan is an open website - anyone can upload photographs to it, and anyone can place comments on those photographs. Authors have no editorial control over the comments which are placed on their photographs. - Source : </span><a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/" target="new window"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wiki</span></a><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4511524149559571338?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-24820303984265370382009-01-31T09:57:00.000-08:002009-01-31T10:28:01.161-08:00Death has the last laugh!<span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Nagesh, the great comedian is no more. The film industry has lost one of its best artist. </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">A few years back, in one of those low moments I was watching a comedy clip on TV. Ofcourse, it was Nagesh's. I started watching it with tear filled eyes but ended up laughing holding my stomach. </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I remember saying this to mom at tat moment, "amma, I am sure that comedians are the real actors and heroes of a movie and Nagesh is the best. If a person can lift up the spirits of atleast one fellow human in his lifetime then he has served the purpose of his life."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Today, it is more of a personal loss to someone like me who has grown up watching him...laughing with him...</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> but... a person like Nagesh is eternal with his humour.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">May his soul rest in peace!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-2482030398426537038?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-6640903087050005202008-12-14T08:12:00.000-08:002008-12-14T08:15:03.164-08:00Who am I?<div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Born whole and innocent,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Now broken and confused.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">You say this is the heart you want,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">A heart that you can use.</span><br /><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Lord, I don't understand</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Why you want this heart of mine.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Do you think that you can transform it,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Make it in you divine?</span><br /><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">My heart has been crushed and is bleeding.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">It is empty and void within.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">But you say this is the heart you chose,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">To come and abide herein.</span><br /><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">My heart, it has been rejected,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">It has suffered oh such pain.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">And now you want to cradle it in your arms,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">And consider it your gain.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SUUwoeaCiaI/AAAAAAAAGQM/e0WLGKDJ-yc/s1600-h/green+pic.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SUUwoeaCiaI/AAAAAAAAGQM/e0WLGKDJ-yc/s320/green+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279679610076957090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Who am I that you should bother?</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">Who am I that you should care?</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">I am just a shattered mess,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">My heart is scattered everywhere.</span><br /><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">But there is something deep inside me,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">That wants to trust you oh so much.</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">So I will sweep up all the pieces,</span><br /><span class="Times-New-Roman-18px0080C0n">And accept you healing touch.<br /><br /> -- Author Unknown....<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-664090308705000520?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-415858650353399812008-12-13T05:03:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:35.786-08:00One Solitary Life<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">One Solitary Life</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.<br />He grew up in another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.<br />He never wrote a book.<br />He never held an office.<br />He never had a family or owned a home.<br />He didn’t go to college.<br />He never visited a big city.<br />He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born.<br />He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> He had no credentials but Himself.<br />He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him.<br />His friends ran away. One of them denied him.<br />He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.<br />He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.<br />While he was dying His executioners gambled for His garments, the only property He had on earth.<br />When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.<br />Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> All the armies that ever marched,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> all the navies that ever sailed,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> all the parliaments that ever sat,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> all the kings that ever reigned,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> put together,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> have not affected the life of man on this earth</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> as much as that one solitary life.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> By James A.Francis</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-41585865035339981?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-46269540910088048992008-12-12T09:44:00.000-08:002008-12-12T09:48:33.043-08:00I'm a Pug :)<table style="border:2px solid #DDD;" cellspacing=5><tr><td align="center" style="color:#6E75A9;font-size:13pt;font-weight:bold;">I'm a Pug</td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/quiz/pup_personality.php" class="nostyling"><img src="http://img.experienceproject.com/images/quiz/pup_personality_badges/pug.jpg" border="0" title="What KInd of Pup are You? I'm a Pug"></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center" style="color:#6E75A9;font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/quiz/pup_personality.php">What Kind of Puppy are You?</a></td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4626954091008804899?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-11019882977689270822008-11-26T05:45:00.000-08:002008-11-26T06:12:52.334-08:00Cyclone Nisha in chennai<span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I took the day off anticipating Nisha would have crossed and the water on roads would recede by Thursday morning. But all hopes shattered with continuous rains....think I can't escape from wading thru this dirty water :(</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Nisha - wondering wats tat. This is the name of the cyclone that's supposed to have hit chennai on the early hours of 26th Nov 2008. Think Madame has no plans to budge....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Any idea why cyclones are named? Very simple... for ease of communication :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This made me curious to look out whether any cyclone is named after me....of course after the great MONA...........Yippee! I have one named after me in the Fiji Area................. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Check this out ...</span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.aoml.noaa.gov/hrd/tcfaq/B2.html" target="new window">Upcoming Tropical Cyclone Names</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Guess what? my previous post has fetched 100 hits to my blog........reason Google search for Cyclone in Chennai returns this post link ....hehe......poor people & smart google ;)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-1101988297768927082?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-39733496414457637232008-11-25T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-25T09:33:57.132-08:00Cyclone in Chennai???<span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I don't remember Chennai experiencing such heavy winds and rain in the past. Is it going to be a cyclone? Welll.....I do not think Chennai can really have one........ Let the night speak for itself.....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-3973349641445763723?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-5321508507874264612008-11-24T08:03:00.000-08:002008-11-24T09:24:44.188-08:00Falooda Kudai :)<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Had a unforgettable weekend. On Sunday, me along with suji paid a visit to my friend, snuffy's place. The purpose of our visit... her father had underwent a surgery.... so... We are meeting each other after almost a month. We did have our normal chit-chat but we were not our usual selves. You can easily guess the reason...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> We three started from her place and reached vadapalani bus terminus. There was a sudden heavy downpour, though already drenched, we entered Vasantha Bhavan Hotel to escape the rain. The next 45 minutes were the best de-stressing moments in the past one month. Our silly jabber, the items we ordered - I am sure no one in the hotel will forget us for a while ;)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SSreb2H2cvI/AAAAAAAAE1E/JT80c8HLO9M/s1600-h/IMGP0001new1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SSreb2H2cvI/AAAAAAAAE1E/JT80c8HLO9M/s320/IMGP0001new1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272270883756864242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Think my dessert was the funniest. First a tea - a hot cup of tea in rainy weather.......followed by a Falooda... actually it was a sip of tea & a spoon of Falooda ;) I didn't have a camera, else would have sure captured the waiter's expression when I asked him for the kudai - yeah u got it right the kutti one on the Falooda...... Nice fellow he got a new one for each one of us ...hehe...<br />Kids were not fascinated by the common kudai but our group can never resist the craze for 'kutti-cutie' things in life :)<br /> Even our planned outings were not as much fun as this unexpected one has turned out to be!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-532150850787426461?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-44403344546564343532008-11-22T23:34:00.000-08:002008-11-22T23:50:16.327-08:00Hug :)<blockquote><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >My Orkut fortune read :<br /> "The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it".<br />So here is one for all my luved ones :)</span></blockquote><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=5,0,0,0" width="450" height="325"><param name="movie" value="http://c.123g.us/flash/CardShell.swf"><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="wmode" value="Transparent"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="FlashVars" value="ldrName=http://c.123g.us/flash/branded_loader.swf&crdName=http://i.123g.us/c/love_hugs/card/101381.swf"><embed src="http://c.123g.us/flash/CardShell.swf" menu="false" wmode="Transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="ldrName=http://c.123g.us/flash/branded_loader.swf&crdName=http://i.123g.us/c/love_hugs/card/101381.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="450" height="325"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4440334454656434353?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-9300459657202915112008-11-01T10:58:00.000-07:002008-11-01T11:13:46.501-07:00Cho & Mouli on Coffee with Anu<span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Thanks to the team of Coffee with Anu for bringing two great personalities on show - Mouli & Cho Ramaswamy. It is a must watch show!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Cho - the only person who can deliver such instant witty statements. Ever smart & active intellectual.... Age has surrendered before his wittiness!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://videoontherocks.indya.com/index.asp?refervid=5897" target="new window">Catch the trailer here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-930045965720291511?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-68739048121034107232008-10-26T11:35:00.000-07:002008-10-26T11:39:13.201-07:00Shubh Diwali<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;">The real problem is not darkness; the problem is the lack of effort to light a lamp.<br />So Light a lamp ....this Diwali......<br />Shubh Diwali !<br /><embed src="http://img152.imageshack.us/slideshow/smilplayer.swf" name="smilplayer" id="smilplayer" bgcolor="FFFFFF" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=img152/8168/12250457251pe.smil" width="300" height="250"></embed><br /></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-6873904812103410723?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-12324953186427895922008-10-25T12:27:00.000-07:002008-10-26T12:32:56.255-07:00My Random Clicks.....<embed src="http://img148.imageshack.us/slideshow/smilplayer.swf" name="smilplayer" id="smilplayer" bgcolor="FFFFFF" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=img148/1479/1225047477r2x.smil" width="300" height="250"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-1232495318642789592?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-51502667340506278792008-10-21T07:15:00.000-07:002008-10-21T07:19:23.940-07:00An insight into present Financial CrisisAn interesting article which clearly explains the root cause of the present Financial Crisis.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.shyamscolumn.com/2008/10/cost-of-financial-ingenuity700-billion.html" target="new window">Read here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-5150266734050627879?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-44160236160752419792008-10-18T10:17:00.000-07:002008-10-18T10:51:03.629-07:00Chandrayaan - I<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Chandrayaan</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> - The first Indian Moon mission ready for launch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One of those pride moments of being an Indian. Eagerly awaiting the launch on Monday, 22nd Oct.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/indian-spacecraft-will-try-to-unravel-moons-origin/75941-11.html" target="new window">For more read here</a><br /></span></blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4416023616075241979?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-75148597006510442612008-10-18T07:49:00.000-07:002008-10-18T11:04:26.642-07:00Who appointed Bajrang Dal as our representatives?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Any community needs an organization to represent themselves. But I wonder who appointed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bajrang</span> Dal to represent Hindus!<blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I do agree, in the recent times the only minority group who really need an organization to fight for them is "The Hindus" in India. We have been subjected to lots of discrimination and the laws made in this state makes me wonder whether my children can have a fair deal in their generation. I for one who never ever wanted to leave India, strongly have second thoughts about it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> A simple example is the percentage of seats available for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OC</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tamilnadu</span> Engineering admission. Every community has its own share of strong, mediocre & weak students - I refer both to their financial status and intelligence. Parents have no other option than to push their children in these circumstances and we know the consequences.<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Educational discrimination is merely one of the concerns. As Hindus, we feel insecure in India.<br /><br />Coming back to the topic, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bajrang</span> Dal & forced conversions :</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Say for now we accept that Hindus are subjected to forced conversions. But is the manner of opposition opted by Dal justified? Dal's reaction for government's discussion about banning them enraged me. An activist sounded so confident with the statement, "The government shouldn't think about the ban with elections round the corner". Negative actions in every religious community uses the vote bank as escapism.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> It is true that every Hindu thinks he is taken for granted since they do not raise a hue and cry as others do. Somewhere deep in our hearts we think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bajrang</span> Dal is doing the right thing. From when we normal human beings turned so cruel. Thanks to the events such as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">the</span> example stated above. But, can Violence solve problems?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Can't we try and find constructive solutions? We definitely can. The major part of population who opt for conversions in particular are the downtrodden, poor and illiterate people. They are not turning towards the other religion for spirituality. They merely doing it for the sake for bread, living and a roof. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Christianity</span> is showing them a path at the cost of conversion. I know their real purpose and selfishness in doing this. But they are neither stopping others from doing it. So why blame them?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> The only advantage and disadvantage of Hinduism is : <span style="font-weight: bold;">We never insist on anything. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You can easily count the number of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Christians</span> who skip the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sunday</span> service, the same way one can easily count the number of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hindus</span> who go to temple. This is because most of the temples are full of commercialisation.The only complain people have about temples is that the priests treat you depending on how much you contribute in money. The major drawback of our culture is, the priests are also married men who have families and they face the same inflation as we do. Though serving God, he is after all a human like you.<br />.<br /> In olden days, temples as churches were used as a place for community gatherings. It is a place where moral lesson and art was taught; village development and employment plans were discussed; you can find experienced elders who can guide you in life as per your problems, they can boost up your spirits and the financial weak were helped accordingly. Where is all this now? I do not deny few temples do this even now but they are very few in comparison to the need.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> To stop these conversions we need to keep our negative loopholes in check. Try finding a solution to people's basic needs. Teach them and show what Hinduism is.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">All the above good needn't be done in the name of religion alone. We can do this for the sake of community irrespective of religion. Though I embrace all religions as equal, I emphasize the need for retaining the people in Hinduism. Because in the long run religious conversions are the indirect route cause for political conquer. Moreover Hinduism is not a religion, it is Indian culture. Every ritual in Hinduism has a logical explanation and is more environment friendly.It brings us more closer to Mother Earth. Decline of Hinduism is decline of India.<br /><br />There are lots of unwanted customs which seeped into Hinduism during past few centuries. This is my another concern. People who convert, carry these unwanted customs along with them to the other religion. So I do not see any purpose solved.<br /><br /> Religion is merely a aid in reaching God. All religions are same apart from the fact that it is evolved from different places.<br />Shiva is the ultimate one, Vishnu is the ultimate one, Christ is the ultimate one, Allah is the ultimate one.<br />When God is one, where is the truth in these statements?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Our primary duty is to reform ourselves and then help people to see the truth. I really hope and pray that these so called religious activists stop these violent activities and concentrate on development issues. Let us not discriminate and fight each other in the name of religion, after all </span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><i>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Vasudhaiva</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">kutumbakam</span></i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">" - The world is one family!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-7514859700651044261?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-7933120333491304612008-10-01T10:21:00.000-07:002008-10-01T11:32:14.905-07:00Gandhi Jayanthi - Mahan Gandhi Mahan<span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > Oct 2nd - Gandhi Jayanthi. The only significance this day holds in my mind is - It is a National Holiday.<br />Yeah, times have changed.<br /> One reason could be the shift towards cable channels from Doordarshan (This is another reason I wish today's children are exposed to DD than other channels). This neither means that I do not honour them anymore nor I am no more a patriot. I am merely confessing the truth and nowadays patriotism holds a different meaning to me.<br /><br /> Today, Gandhi Jayanthi brought back good old memories. During those days, DD will telecast this song every year on Gandhi Jayanthi, without fail. I think this a fave of every kid of my age - though I don't find anything extraordinary in the song apart from the fact that it belongs to the Golden era....You are right....the Golden Era of my childhood days :)<br /><br /> The song is ....<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">."Mahan Gandhi Mahan".</span> Moreover my astrology for the day says "</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >reminisce".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >So here it goes :</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pk26FgdvZ0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pk26FgdvZ0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-793312033349130461?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-91939209604027070952008-09-25T10:07:00.000-07:002008-09-25T10:38:57.047-07:00Mickey Mouse....................<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Surprise Surprise!!! A cuty gift from my Snuffy darl..... Only she can think of such gifts.<br />Hv a luk at the pic. Can u guess what is it??<br />Yeah it's a mp3 player. For a person so crazy about cuties what better gift can one get :)<br /><br /></span><embed style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://img357.imageshack.us/slideshow/smilplayer.swf" name="smilplayer" id="smilplayer" bgcolor="FFFFFF" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=img357/3878/1222363456bhw.smil" width="270" height="240"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-9193920960402707095?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692077662131431570.post-49712520492682456412008-09-24T09:24:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:54:14.455-07:00Chennai Marathon - Give Life<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> The Chennai Marathon organized by Give Life - the first of it's kind.<br />This Marathon had an overwhelming response, thanks to political and film fraternity support. On the whole it was done for a good cause. All the people involved in it need to be appreciated. This blog is not about appreciating their work, this is about something else which went unnoticed.<br /><br /></span> <blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Tragedy struck Chennai Marathon, boy dies at finishing point<br /><br />Chennai, Aug 31 The Chennai Marathon met with a tragic end today as a student of the Anna University died after collapsing at the finishing point here.<br />A stampede like situation emerged right from the word go as thousands of people thronged the place.<br /><br />The start would have been worse but for a few police personnel on duty who rescued some participants who fell down at the starting point due to the burgeoning crowd.<br /><br />The MARG Marathon proved to be deadly for the 22 year-old M Santosh, who belonged to Krishnagiri, when he collapsed after finishing the half marathon covering a distance of 21.09 km.<br /><br />He was declared dead by doctors at the Government General Hospital when he was rushed there after being administered first aid, police said adding he died of cardiac arrest.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Santhosh Kumar (UP) won the first prize of Rs 10 lakh in the men's half marathon and Surendra Singh (UP) and Sandeep (Uttaranchal) were the first and second runners-up, netting cash awards of Rs five lakh and Rs three lakh, respectively.<br /><br />Netting an equal amount were Preeja Sridharan, Preeti Rao and Kavita, winners in the women's category. The event had a total of Rs 70 lakh as prize money and was sponsored by realty major MARG Ltd.<br /><br />Earlier, thousands of Chennaites ran for the cause of underprivileged children. The proceeds of the event would go to Givelife Charity, a NGO working for such children, according to the organisers Tamil Maiyam.<br /><br />Rajya Sabha MP Kanimozhi, actors Surya and Napolean, Chennai Police Commissioner R Sekar, the relatives of Governor S S Barnala, and many others participated.<br /><br />Union Sports Minister M S Gill flagged off the run. (Agencies)<br /><br />Published: Sunday, August 31, 2008<br /><br /><a href="http://chennaionline.com/colnews/newsitem.asp?NEWSID=%7B9D7C5EEA-7C4D-42A0-A7F5-9976ABEB2527%7D&CATEGORYNAME=SPO" target="new window"> Read the news here </a><br /><br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /> There could have been many reasons to the boy's death. I even doubt the availability of proper doctors in the Marathon venue. Every newspaper reported this incident but with least significance. May be they did not like a small accident dampen a success of such a big event.<br /><br />But this is a charity run and not a commercial event. Importance should be given to human life, values and feelings more than the extravagance and popularity. The event fails here as it does not stand up to this reason. Even after the death of the boy, they went ahead with the prize distribution ceremony. The worst part is, they did not even bother to observe a minute's silence or mention about the tragedy.When a person like me who is not directly involved in humanitarian service can think of this, why can't the organizers?</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />This incident reminds me of a line in Anbe Sivam : </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >We do not save a person by killing/hurting another</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Rendered by the nun while convincing Madhavan to donate blood).<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SNp8FY_bbEI/AAAAAAAAEiM/9fJPZ49H3bI/s1600-h/2006-10-11-india-child.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_jRlyXxlUs/SNp8FY_bbEI/AAAAAAAAEiM/9fJPZ49H3bI/s320/2006-10-11-india-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249644747703413826" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" >STRDEL/AFP/Getty Images</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Charity has become a Business. I do not trust any of these organizations especially the ones with so much political fervor. At end of day if few needy are benefited from it, I would be happy. But shouldn't we be thinking twice before giving out our money which we earn by losing so much in our lives?<br />Charity in it's true form exists only in few cases such as <a href="http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/mag/2006/06/04/stories/2006060400330400.htm" target="new window"> "Making a Difference". </a></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Helping our neighbors, servants and vendors would ensure our help reaching the really needy ones - Just a thought.<br /><br /><br />Special Mention : Thanks to lavi who highlighted this news to me.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/692077662131431570-4971252049268245641?l=monahere.blogspot.com'/></div>Monahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072164293460180398gvmona@gmail.com5