Uday Learns to Write

Street Monsters

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sun, 09 Dec 2018 13:05:00 +0000

As I remember I was studying 4th or 5th standard. Since my school was situated at about 1.5 kms and no transport was available those days we had to walk all the way to school. In order to avoid the long distance we would go through some short routes to the school which included dry fields, a small slum and a grave yard.

Since the dry field and grave yard were somewhat threatening, we would go through that short route which went through that small slum. We would go in groups as a safety measure to safeguard ourselves from those street monsters.

It would be horrible to encounter those street monsters which would wander around the streets in groups. Just like our group, they also had the group and attack us when we face them. Either we have to walk as fast as possible or as much slow as they can't hear our footsteps.

We used to escape from them but one day we encountered them and they were in mood of attacking us. The one thing we could do was just run, and started running with all the efforts that we never put before. They also started to chase us faster than we could run away from them, seemed like they also put their most precious effort. It was after about a half a kilometre they stopped chasing us. We, at last sighed that would blow away each other of us. Those were the street monsters, street dogs.

Fast and Furious

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 16 May 2015 10:48:00 +0000

After that announcement, I was unable to hold my legs on the ground. I was eagerly waiting for the day when I would compete and win the cycle race to be held on the annual day celebration in our area. I knew I had a very big chance of winning the race. I didn't know why I thought so.

I had to enroll my name for the competition. The list was getting longer as more and more enrolled their names. Along with cycle race there were other sports/competitions to be held. I had found that the list of competitors for cycle race was longer than any other. And my name was in the middle of the list.

Then the time came to practice. Though I was very good at cycling, I wanted to tone it further to enhance my chance of hitting at the top of the final result. So, I had to ask my friend who would arrange for a cycle. Yes, I had none. I used to borrow cycles from my friends and relatives to paddle as my father couldn't afford me one. May be that's how the eagerness aroused for cycling and winning the race had become one of my dreams.

My friend somehow managed to get me a cycle which was his father's friend's son's cycle. I had to take care of the cycle as I would not afford the repair expenses.

Then my mornings would start before the sun rises and I practiced on the broad main roads and narrow lanes without traffic. And in the evening sessions went with heavy traffic.

The day had finally arrived. There were hundreds or may be a few thousands of people gathered on the battle ground. Competitions, one after another went off well and the announcement of winners and runners excited everyone.

Then came the important competition, cycle race. I was dreaming of my name being announced on the mic. Every competitor was asked to take mark along with their cycle. I was on my cycle at fourth from the right in the line. Then the whistle was blown to start the race. Without thinking I put my right leg on the right paddle and the left leg on the left paddle. My cycle was moving faster than others. I found that when I couldn't find any one to my left and right sides. Yes, I was leading the race and touched the final line first.

The results were announced and my name was at the bottom of the final results. Who touched the final line was the winner. Oh! I had lost my sight on the competition announcement which read Cycle Race and below 'Slow Race Competition'.

Back to School

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 21 Jun 2014 07:23:00 +0000

I started hating the word ‘study’ ever since I had graduated and another word ‘exams’ which was the main cause for the hate. I like the words ‘learn’ and ‘experience’ and even ‘read’ instead. I feel these words mean more than just the words I hate. Though I was an above average student throughout my school and college days, I found the books which contain the subjects were just the piece of papers put together and bound.

The last time I went to school was when I had to cast my vote in the Election 2014. Otherwise I had no intention of going to school again. Contrary to my hate, I liked the school days more than my college days. I had just few friends in school days and lesser in college days. I played lot when I was in school and had fun in the class rooms.

I had to go to school again a few days before to admit my son in a pre-school nearby home. Nowadays the purpose of sending our children to schools is not just for studies but for schools to instruct us to teach our children at home. I don’t have any idea if we can teach our children then why do we send them to school and pay lump sums.

So It seems like I have to ‘study’ again as I need to help my son in his studies. I'm going to learn the English alphabets A to Z again. One way, I feel excited that I'm going back to school days once again. May be I’ll study those things that I left out learning in those days. I'm back to school.

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The History of Microwave Oven

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 12 Jun 2014 10:45:00 +0000

Today, it is a gift to those who spends their lifetime just by cooking in the kitchen. Yes! It is Microwave Oven, a kitchen appliance, founded by Percy Spencer.

Percy Spencer, once again, like any other inventor, was born in America in the year 1894. It is obvious that great achievers are from the bottom of life. Yes, Percy was born in a poor family. He lost his father in his young age. To take of his family, he was forced to work. He joined as an electrician in a paper company when he was just twelve.

In 1912, the year when the great ship ‘Titanic’ submerged, the message was conveyed through wireless telegram. When heard about the usage of wireless telegram, Percy was interested to learn the technology.

Later, during the First World War, Percy Spencer was entrusted to look after the production of the machines for sending messages wirelessly. In the year 1920, he joined another company, producing Radars.

In 1941, he was entrusted to look after the production of the sub product of Radars, Magnetron. This sub product helps to create radio signals by which Radars work. By his hard work, Percy was able to produce more than 2000 machines whereas the average capacity was only 17 in those days. He spent most of his time in the factory so he had no time even to have lunch. So he stored chocolates in his pockets and ate them whenever he was hungry.

One day in the year 1945, as usually he was testing a Magnetron. The chocolate in his pockets melted in a few seconds. He was thinking about this incident and kept a corn that burst all around there. Finally, he found that the radio signals coming from the Magnetron was the cause for this.

That’s how he invented the Microwave Oven that helps to cook things faster. Percy Spencer was died in the year 1970.

Events in Their Life: Winston Churchill

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 12 Jun 2014 10:43:00 +0000

One day Winston Churchill went into a very bad hotel in the city. He saw his school mate working there. After enquiring about his wellness, Winston asked his friend ridiculously, ‘Is this where you’re working?’

His friend strongly replied, ‘Yes, but I won’t eat here’.

Events in Their Life: Tolstoy

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 12 Jun 2014 10:41:00 +0000

Apart from writing, Tolstoy got involved into many other things. He did small works and also worked in the field etc. One day Tolstoy was standing in a railway station. He looked like a coolie. A woman in the train called him and told, ‘Sir, my husband has gone to hotel to buy foods and he hasn’t come yet, the train is about to leave. Please let him come here soon. I’ll pay for that’. She told him about her husband’s appearance.

Tolstoy went and brought her husband. The lady gave him a penny for his work. After some time the lady realized that he was the famous author Tolstoy. She got down the train and went to him.

‘Sir, sorry I’ve mistaken you. I wasn’t aware that you’re the author Tolstoy. Please forgive me’

‘Madam, I won’t feel inferior because you’d mistaken me as a coolie. But please don’t ask the money you gave me as it is my salary for my work’, Tolstoy told.

Tomorrow Never Lies

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Fri, 16 May 2014 16:33:00 +0000

From the childhood, we have been told not to lie. Our ancestors have told so. The same ancestors have also told us to lie when it is necessary and when it doesn’t affect others. We have somewhat followed those advices.

It is ok if we don’t lie at all. However, what if we have to tell lies in critical situations that if not told would give tremendous results. So, as per the advice of our ancestors we can tell lies as long as it has no impact in others’ life.

Some people have this habit of not telling the truth. Whatever they tell, are just lies. They just exaggerate the real situations into imaginary ones. The other people, who are found rarely, tell only the truth. They are hardly among us.

Sometimes lies are exciting, when told and irritating, when heard. We never like lies when heard. We are the first to tell them when we need to escape situations.

We would get slaps in our childhood from our parents when we told lies. Later we grew and became parents and now even though we still lie, we advise our children not to tell one. Is this because we don’t want them to hide anything from us or they should not get into this habit?

Lies can be either about a non-existence or just an exaggerated one. It is about non-existence, we have nothing to do. We either can believe or not. It is an exaggerated one then we have the right to just accept it or dig into the details to find the truth.

The truth has always existed. May be, just hidden. It always exists. There is just a small line between lie and truth. If we stop before the line, lie switches its role to be true. If we cross the line, we come to know truth is smiling at us. Lie may win today but TOMORROW NEVER LIES.

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Finding a Turning Point at Every Corner

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 08 Mar 2014 11:43:00 +0000

It is quite a long time since I’ve penned my thoughts. Yes, I’m married and more than that I’ve become a father of a two years old child that left me a little space and time. I need to give him the possible best of the world. So, I’ve got to work a little more to get that extra money to save. I’ve got to squeeze my mind to the possible extent to pop out the ideas to earn money in many ways.

Whenever money pours into my pocket, it finds its own loop holes to get out of it. Eventually those little efforts go in vain. In every new attempt, some may be a different one, I find a failure. Those times, I remember Mr. Thomas Alva Edison, who failed 1000 times to invent the light bulb.

There are times when I'm being cornered and I find 'A Turning Point at Every Corner'. I've become more matured. I'm used to the failures and disappointments now. I've started looking at the light penetrating the holes in the dark room. Walking towards that light will lead the way out of the room. The light is nothing but the hope.

The Science of Winning

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Fri, 10 Jan 2014 15:12:00 +0000

Everybody wants to win but no one knows what does the word 'WIN' mean. So it means some or the other thing to each and every one. For me, winning is just living the life as you want. All of us set goals to achieve and consider achieving the same is what we call 'WINNING'. I think the ultimate goal for all of us is just to be happy, right?

One cannot win unless he or she knows what he or she wants. So being aware of who you are and what you want is the first step towards 'WINNING'. Once you come to know what you want, you will win. I'm sharing an interesting psychology of winning here. Let me know are you there?

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The Happiness: Surveyed

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 04 Jan 2014 01:41:00 +0000

I've come across a survey about Happiness. I just want to share with you. According to the survey, a part called 'Hippocampus' in our brain is responsible for our happiness and memories. They have found eating Turkey helps to improve your brain as it contains 'Serotonin' a neurotransmitter which helps to regulate learning, sleep, etc.

Just spending 20 minutes outside in a good weather helps your positive thinking. And remember married people are 10% happier than those unmarried people. Surprised?

The people in Nigeria and Mexico are more satisfied and optimistic than others. If you want to be happy live in Iceland or Denmark where most number of happiest people live. There are other choices like Sweden, Netherlands and Australia are also available. And don't worry, you can continue to stay in America as it is the 16th happiest country in the world, not bad.

Take care of your health as healthier people are 20% happier than average. And one more thing, if you have a baby then, yes, you happiness is reduced by 0.24%. Exercise helps your happiness level. Just 20 minutes walk is enough. Find other interesting outcomes in the below inforgraphic.

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Natarajar

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 30 Nov 2013 08:44:00 +0000

How Thoughts make Your Life?

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Fri, 29 Nov 2013 11:51:00 +0000

Have you ever thought how your thoughts make your life? You are what you think about yourself. You become the same what you think. We have so many thoughts in our daily life. If we try to count our thoughts in a day, we will be astonished that thoughts are countless and most of them are meaningless, not useful for life.

How do our thoughts evolve? Thoughts are not created themselves. Thoughts evolve from the mind, the input we give to our mind decide our thoughts. Inputs are what you see, hear, read, and write. If you can control or decide on what your inputs should be then you can have the control over your thoughts. Suppose your inputs are about happiness, believe me you will become happy. Have you noticed whenever you see a comedy movie, you laugh and it remains for some time until you change your input.

If you want to change your thoughts or how you want the thoughts to be always input the same. If someone wants to be peaceful, read lot about meditation, spiritual books. You will feel the emptiness where you find yourself. Be aware of your thoughts as they became your actions and your life.

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Thanjavur Big Temple

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sun, 17 Nov 2013 06:42:00 +0000

Glowing

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:01:00 +0000

Here It is a New Morning!

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 01:49:00 +0000

First Gear

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 12 Oct 2013 13:56:00 +0000

Our plan to buy a bike for me ended up at the Bajaj Show Room situated just a few kilometers away from our house. We were shown two types of bikes, one is 100 cc and other is 125 cc for our budget. After several confusion and discussion we zeroed in the 100 cc bike, which finally fit our pocket. We paid advance for the bike to be delivered in two days. I was expecting the day eagerly.

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We received a call from the showroom that our bike was ready for delivery. We were asked to bring the balance amount particularly. That day I took leave from office. At the show room, after paying the balance amount, there were some documents work done. After about half an hour we were shown the Bajaj Discover 100 cc bike colored in light green with gold, a brand new two wheeler was ready to ride. Oh! the there was a problem, I didn't know driving. How could I take my bike home?

I never learned driving before and even after college, I hired (preferred) public bus drivers to take me wherever I went. I even hired train drivers to wander around the city. I had no chance for learning driving. And particularly I was just scared to drive a gear bike as I thought there were lot of steps (clutching, gear changing) involved which made me to be away from gear bikes.

Fortunately, I took my neighbour to take bike home. He helped me to take the bike from the showroom to home. There lied the bike in the parking area for a few days. I learnt the theoretical part of starting, riding and stopping the bike before I ventured out with my bike. I took help from a two wheeler mechanic to learn biking. I was struggling with the starting problem. Every time after putting the first gear, I had no good relationship with the clutch. I was very uncomfortable with reliving the clutch after the first gear. I either didn't relive the clutch and give enough throttle in time or relived the clutch before giving enough gas. Both made the bike either stopped or not at all moved. After a few days, I learned properly to start or to stop. I had one more lesson, between start and stop, Riding, I needed to have enough ride especially in the traffic.

One evening, after office, I took my bike on the road. After a few kilometers, somehow unwillingly the bike took me to the busy road, the bike was riding very smoothly and at the speed I didn't wan,t until the time I was hit by an auto, the auto driver scolded me (for his mistake). I was disappointed at that time. After that I chose to practice in the early morning. I almost took a month to take my bike on the road to my office. Finally I learnt the bike riding completely, now I have this habit of overtaking vehicles on the very busy roads in the city.

Abraham Lincoln

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 08:49:00 +0000

When he was so young, he had more interest to read books but since his father couldn’t afford things because of his low income Abraham was unable to buy books. So he walks distances to borrow books from those living in urban areas.

One day he’d borrowed a book about the biography of George Washington. He was so interested in the book that stimulated him to read the book fully at one go. But since the lamp ran out of oil, the light was dimming and he couldn’t complete reading the book. So, he kept the book on the roof of the home and went to sleep.

Next day, he found his book was so wet because of the rain last night. He informed this to the owner of the book. The owner got angry and wanted him to pay for the book else to work in his farm for three days for the compensation. Lincoln couldn’t pay for it so he worked in his farm. After working three days, the book was entitled to him, Lincoln cried after he owned the book. This is one of the incidents that made him to become the President of America later.

Moliere - French author of sophisticated comedies (1622-1673)

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 08:49:00 +0000

One day Moliere was talking to his friend, ‘I loved a girl very much; she was so beautiful; she used to speak intelligently; she always had smiling face; suddenly one day everything was gone’

His friend asked, ‘why? What happened?’

Moliere replied, ‘I got married to her’.

George Bernard Shaw

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 08:47:00 +0000

One day George Bernard Shaw was caught in the heavy rain. He hurried to the nearby building and knocked the door. But the person, who was inside the building refused to open the door.

“I’m Bernard Shaw! Open the door”, said Shaw.

That person burst into laugh and said, “Here in, there are 20 people were saying that they were Bernard Shaw, you’re the 21^st; go inside” and he opened the door.

Only after entering the building, Shaw realized that it was a Mental Hospital.

2034!

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 08:45:00 +0000

We all know that the Jupiter is the biggest planet in the Sun family. Scientists say that once in 83 years, it comes near to the Earth. Before that, it was said to have come close to the Earth in 1954. It was about 59 million kilometers distance from the Earth at that time. It is believed that it will come again near to the Earth in 2034! Are you ready?

Charlie Chaplin - English comedian and film maker (1889-1977)

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 08:44:00 +0000

In London, in the middle of poverty, everyone was suffering from the disease of hungriness. Henna, the mother of Charlie Chaplin got a chance to sing in a bar after trying too hard, many times in many bars. She was young, good looking and a very good singer before when Charlie Chaplin was born. But poverty had sucked her youth and left her so weak. That day, she with her son, Charlie, went to the bar to sing.

After getting on the stage, she was unable to sing well. Her voice was stumbled. She burst in to tears. The bar was crowded at that time. And everyone shouted against her to go out. The bar manager scolded her when she got down the stage. To everyone’s surprise, the six years old boy, Charlie suddenly got on the stage. No one knew what he thought. Everyone in the bar was staring at him and thinking what he was going to do. Charlie started singing the song, his mother taught him and he danced by waving his legs and hands. The surprised crowd was enlightened and the bar was filled with claps. That was the first time Charlie entertained the people.

Everyone threw the coins on the stage. Charlie stopped singing and started collecting the coins. The crowd laughed at his action. Some people shouted at him to sing. Charlie told them to wait as he was collecting the coins and was unable to sing along. Henna, ran towards him with her eyes filled in tears, hugged and kissed him. Charlie relived himself from her hands and acted just like her inability to sing. The crowd applauded for that also. That’s when he started his career of acting.

Who are You?

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 31 Aug 2013 02:06:00 +0000

Have you ever thought who you are? You hardly had time for that. You have time for all those things which are mostly related to others. You always believe what others say about you, what others call you. When you are born they named you and you believed that the name is you. Whenever someone called your name, you turned back if they call you. After school and college you became a gradute. Now, you have got more things to add your name, your degree.

You got married and had children. You brought them, helped them to be educated . You accumulated wealth and finally you die. Now they found who you are, they call you, the body. Yes, you are the body. You’re piece of the earth. You are the different form the earth. You are not born with this body. You have just accumulated it. You are what you eat.

Now, you come to know that you’re not what they call you, what you eat, your body, then who you are? Are you your mind? You have been in belief of what others always say. They named everything that appeared in the world and you believed it. You believed in God that you ever seen. They told you who God is. Even God himself hadn’t told you that he was the God.

After all, you are the soul. The soul never disappear, never hurt, never be hurt, every worryied and have no connections in the relations that prevail in the world. Now you are free.

Beautiful Face

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 24 Aug 2013 11:39:00 +0000

Though very familiar

seeing everyday

how beautiful is your face

when looked into the mirror

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The Interview

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Sat, 03 Aug 2013 10:07:00 +0000

It is the time in between the dark and light. The clock starts alarming exactly at 5.00 am. Amir puts his hand on the clock to stop its alarm, his hands along with clock is vibrating. Without any second thought he wakes up in a hurry just to avoid the sleeping mood unless he will fell asleep again as he does every day. He opens the doors of window outside. The street lights are still blinking, the sun rays are yet to come, few dogs are sleeping on the road platform, and he can hear the sounds of cuckoos. Without passing any more time, he is to get ready for the day soon.

Dressed up in the black pant and blue shirt Amir finishes the breakfast as fast as the time is running out for the interview. This is the first interview call he receives after many months. He has to get this job desperately as no more money left in his pocket. He has to pay off the rent and other expenses as he stays alone in the city and it is becoming costlier day by day.

It is the busy bus stop, every day it receives many visitors from school students to grey hairs, from daily coolies to white collared office goers, from beggars to petty business men. Amir stands among others and waits for the bus. There are four buses fully packed and no one can even venture into them, only few are lucky to place a foot on the board. Another bus with lesser crowd comes and he runs and jumps to get into the bus. Finally he gets his ticket and a seat at the back.

After a while the bus suddenly moves at slower pace in the traffic. Now, the bus stops its movement finally. There is heavy traffic in which the bus is sandwiched by all the four sides. Time is running for Amir and he can’t wait anymore. He overhears there is an accident. A rich man got accident in his car and he bleeds. There is nobody to come forward for the man to help. Everybody is watching over him. Amir always has concern for others. Whenever anybody needs help Amir is the first person to help them in his native place.

Amir gets down from the bus and runs towards the place where the accident took place. He finally gets out of the traffic and takes an auto for interview. He doesn’t want to miss the interview. There are five persons waiting for the interview. Amir seats among them and confirms all have come for the same post. His chance for the post is higher than others as his qualifications are better than theirs. He smiles inside and waits for his turn.

The time runs out of the interview schedule and there is no response from the receptionist even after several enquiries. They look at each other often. Amir gets tired of waiting. Though he waited for many months for an interview call, he can’t wait any more hours for his chance. The receptionist receives a telephone call and after a while puts down the receiver. She tells the candidates that the interview is cancelled and no information for the next schedule.

Amir breaks down and his eyes are filled with tears that refuse to come out of eyes. He goes to the receptionist and asks for the reason. She tells that the owner of the company died in an accident and he could have survived if somebody helped him to the hospital.

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Man Race

noreply@blogger.com (Udaya Chandran) — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 11:07:00 +0000

It has been just a year went, everybody I see asks me this question "Does your child started speaking?" I wonder why people are in a hurry. When I just completed my graduation, they asked me when I was going to get a job. When I got a job, they asked me when I was going to get married. When I finally got married, they asked me when I was going to have a baby. They will never stop asking questions. Are they really interested in your life? Do they check your progress to compare with them. Are they want us to run with others. They mean it as settlement in life. What after settlement?

When I was studying school, I was always told to get higher ranks than our neighbors' children. Getting a job that pays higher than your friends' or neighbors' is in the agenda. Starting from building a house to settling our children is the way we have to live the life.

When you go off the way all the people are moving, they started to see you as a Monk. When you don't buy luxury things and live simple, they doubt you as an Alien. Why does a man to grow faster, study, get a job, marry and have a baby in a hurry? A man is born to live the life not to just survive. He is not running in any race. He is just walking around the life. There is no rules and regulations for any life. Anyone can live their life as they want. Don't put yourself in a structure. These rules and regulation are made by the society and we are hanged on it.