Eudaemonia for Mothers

Eudaemonia for Mothers
Lakshmi is a busy IT consulting working in Sriperambattur, the IT hub of Chennai. She has such a busy work schedule that she has forgotten her mother Uma. It just happened that she forgot her mother’s birthday too. One day her friend Anu sent an envelope. Lakshmi was surprised to receive a cover from her friend. They have been classmates from LKG onwards. Both of them completed their IT degree from Anna University. Lakshmi opened the envelope , she was shocked to know that she was being invited to attend a conference dedicated to mothers. A strong bell struck her head and immediately she said “ops I forgot Amma’s birthday. Anu had sent a complimentary pass because she came to know that due to work pressure I completely forgot and neglected Amma.

When Lakshmi opened the invitation it had these lovely words embossed on it. It read “Mothers eudaemonia”. These lovely two letter words took deep root into her mind. She just looked at the time of the conference. It was being organized at Chola Hotel, on 26 th December between 4-5 p.m. The place was located near to her past collage Stella Maris. She felt that she should attend this conference. Hence she drafted a neat leave application and sent it to her Group Manager. He knew this was unusual for Lakshmi asking for leave and hence sanctioned without questioning.

She went to her home and did not speak anything to her Amma. Took some rest and freshened herself and rode her scooty to Chola. She went and sat on the 4 Th row so that she could hear properly the speaker’s voices.

First to speak in the august gathering was the secretary who was organizing this conference. During her speech she said that this was a first step to take care of a wonderful person “Mother”. She said this was an initiative that will take care of single mothers and mothers at large. She reiterated that there are so many mothers who have passed their golden age [50 years +]. They are new type of people who are suffering within themselves. So a nodal point needs to be developed so that they are able to rediscover themselves. A place need to be provided, where they can open their hearts out and fulfill their childhood dreams. These dreams are mostly some sort of hobbies which they could not pursue to family and social circumstances.

She felt she would be appreciative if people could volunteer to this program. She said the responsibility of the volunteers would be to educate mothers individually about the options that are available to them. One should be able to talk to them to shed their inhibitions and to pursue their pleasures that they were not able to enjoy. The volunteers should help and assist mothers to bring out their latent talents. .

Lakshmi realized her folly and opted to become a volunteer. She said she was in a position to allocate her free time on Saturdays and Sundays, which would not disturb her normal life and work. Anu too came to the conference and watched Lakshmi’s tears silently and was happy that she was able to help a friend.

Puppies for Sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy.

Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle,"Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Courtesy : indiachild.com

The Bermuda triangle

A long time ago, a new sailboat set sail from Florida. It had twenty-five sailors aboard. The crew was heading south towards the Bermuda islands.
         During the voyage, dark clouds began to form over the ocean. One of the sailors used the radio to talk to the crew on a large navy ship.
      "Do you have any information about this storm? Repeat: Do you have..." he said. The sailor's message stopped. The radio stopped working.
      A young naval officer heard the sailor's message. He tried to use radar to find the sailors to help them. But the sailboat had completely disappeared.
      Five years later, the same naval officer was on a search vessel. His radar found a sailboat drifting near Florida.
       The young sailor boarded the sailboat. He did not find any people. But it looked like people had recently been on the boat. A warm cup of coffee was on a counter top near the stove. A board game was neatly set up on a table.
      When the young officer got back to shore, he looked in the navy's sailing records. He found that this was the boat that had been missing for five years! The records showed that the twenty-five crewmen were never found.
       Just southeast of the United States, below Florida, is an area called the Bermuda Triangle. It is in the Atlantic Ocean between Miami, Puerto Rico, and the Bermuda islands. When sailors draw a line from Miami to Puerto Rico, from Puerto Rico to the Bermuda islands, and from the islands back to Miami, what is left on the map is a large triangle.
       Many sailors and airplane pilots try to stay far away from the Bermuda Triangle. They report that unusual, unexplained things happen in that area.
      Their compasses, the tools that help navigate their direction, spin wildly in the Bermuda Triangle. Clocks and other equipment also display very jumbled numbers. Strange lightning storms are another reason sailors and pilots stay away from that part of the world.
      There are also many reports of ships, planes, and all of their passengers just vanishing in the Bermuda Triangle. Some researchers say that over a hundred ships and planes have disappeared. One minute they are there, and the next minute they are gone without a trace.
Even stranger things have happen in the Bermuda Triangle. A missing ship has reappeared, but without any crew aboard. What could cause things like this to happen? What could explain these strange disappearances?
       For years, scientists have been trying to figure out what is so different about the Bermuda Triangle. Why do so many odd things happen there?
        One answer might be the weather in the area. Hurricanes are common there. It is possible that fast-moving storms surprise sailors and pilots.
         But other scientists say the mysteries cannot be explained by bad weather. An accident from a storm would leave some wreckage behind. Usually, rescuers do not find any broken pieces.
       Other experts think there might be unusual magnetic energy in the Bermuda Triangle. The magnetic energy draws objects towards it. It makes compasses and clocks break or malfunction. But why does this strange energy cause some vessels to disappear and not others?
         Most likely, the pilots and sailors of these crafts are to blame. People who sail for fun sometimes make mistakes or take risks that could cause an accident. Many pilots of small planes are new to flying. It takes a lot of skill to fly a small plane or sail a yacht in bad weather.
        But even the most experienced pilots and sailors are afraid of the Bermuda Triangle. They think the dangers of the region can never be explained. Until someone proves that it is safe, they will avoid the Bermuda Triangle.

Courtesy: HowStuffWorks.com

Little Red Hen 1

Once upon a time a little Red Hen lived by herself. Near her house  an old Fox who was crafty and sly made a den for itself in the rocks.It was a dream that fox wanted to taste the Red Hen. His aim was to boil the Red Hen in his big kettle and eat her for dinner. He made many attempts  but was not succesful as the Red Hen was was too wise. When ever she went out she locked her house behind her and when ever she came home she locked the door. She put the key into her apron. There she had a sugar cooky and a pair of scissors. 

One day the fox decided that the day was right to catch the Hen and he would bring her home. He told his mother to keep the kettle boiling and when he would come in the evening he would be bringing the Red Hen and they could eat her for supper. Then he took a big bag and slung it over his shoulder, and walked till he came to the little Red Hen's house. The little Red Hen was just coming out of her door to pick up a few sticks for kindling wood. So the old Fox hid behind the wood-pile, and as soon as she bent down to get a stick, into the house he slipped, and scurried behind the door.

It shook the Red Hen and she dashed inside to her house , closed the door and locked it. She thought that she was safe and had a narrow escape. But it was not to happen. When she turned around after taking a deep breath, she saw the fox with a bag on his shoulder. So scared was the Red Hen that she dropped  her apron sticks and flew to the ceiling top. There on a beam she pearched herself. She gathered her courage and told to the fox down below, you will not be able to catch me today hence go home.

The fox being wily decided on a plan. He started to twirl around in circles. After some time the Red Hen felt dizzy watching the fox . She was not able to hold herself and she fell down from her pearch. As sson as the Hen dropped down the fox immediately put her in his big bag and carried her over his shoulder . Now the fox was racing to his house,where the boiling kettle was waiting for him.

It was an uphill task for the fox as he had a long way to go up the hill. After some time when the dizziness began to go the Red Hen understood how she was tricked. immediately she removed the scissors from her apron pocket and snipped it and cut a hole in the bag. As soon as she reached a vantage point she cut the hole bigger and jumped out off the bag. There she saw a big stone lying and the Red Hen picked the stone and put it in the bag without the knowledge of the fox who was dreaming. In a giffy the Red Hen started to run as fast as possible till she came to her farm. She went inside and locked the door from inside with the big key.

The old Fox went on carrying the stone and never knew the difference. He felt tired when he got home. He did not mind the travel as he felt he was going to have a great meal. AS soon he reached home he asked his mother if the kettle was boiling.

To this his mother said , yes the kettle is boiling. She was surprised to know that her son was finally able to catch the Red Hen.

The fox replied that indeed he has caught the Red Hen. He told his mother  that we he opens the bag, she should hold the cover of the kettle. He said that when he shakes the bag the Hen will fall into the kettle and she should cover the kettle so that the Hen does not run away. 

To this idea his mother agreed and she stood near the boiling kettle with the cover in her hand so that she could accomplish the act.

The Fox took the big heavy bag near to the kettle and opened the bag on to the kettle. He gave a ggod shake thinking the Hen would fall in to the kettle. But this was not to happen. As soon he shook the bag splash went the big stone into the kettle. As the stone went in the the boiling water came out and it splashed on the fox and his mother.As the hot water fell on them they were urnt to death.

And so the little Red Hen lived happily ever after, in her own little farmhouse.

The Sun and the Wind

It so happened that one day the Sun and the Wind  started to quarrel among themselves to show their supremacy. They wanted to find out who was the stronger among them. Each believed himself to be the more powerful. As they were arguing suddenly they noticed a traveler walking along the country highway. he was wearing a cloak.


They decided that this was their opportune time to test their strength on this traveler. Hence Moon decided that their strength would be tested to know who was the stronger among them. Moon said that if the traveler removed this cloak then one of them would be the strongest person . Whoever did this feat then he should be accepted as the strongest person and the other must respect the other.  

To this the Sun agreed.

At once the Wind began to blow.He puffed and tugged at the man's cloak, and raised a storm of hail and rain, to beat at it. But the colder it grew and the more it stormed, the tighter the traveler held his cloak around him. The Wind could not get it off.

Now it was the turn of the Sun. He shone with all his beams on the man's shoulders. As it grew hotter and hotter, the man unfastened his cloak.Then he threw it back and finally at last he took it off.

Hence Sun was declared as the winner.

Poor man & Rich man

Long ago there was a rich man with eye problems. The man saw every doctor he could, but nobody could help him.


A rich man: What good is all my money? My eyes hurt so much. Who can help me?

He wanted to find someone who could cure him.

The rich merchant Lee has great pain in his eyes. He will offer great reward to anyone who can cure his eyes.'

In that town, there lives a young candy seller. When the young man heard the story, he remembered something his mother had said. She had once told him about a special herb that was good for the eyes.

The poor man: I think I know how to help the poor, rich man.

Wife: Then you must do it.

The poor man: I'll leave for the forest tomorrow.

One day he was in the wood. He saw the water from a stream. He was looking down at an ant hole.

He: Oh, no! The water will kill the ants. I must help them.

We're all one. I should help the ants.

The poor man was sleeping in the forest. He dreamed. He was in a big city. He was kneeling down in front of a queen.

Queen: You helped us. Now, we're one. We'll always help you.

The poor man: I'm looking for a certain herb. It'll cure any disease of the eyes.

Queen: I have never heard of that herb. But keep looking. You'll find the cure.

The poor man: Thank you. I'll search hard.

He continued searching for the herb. And, the sun was just setting under the trees and it was getting dark.

The poor man: Oh! I'm so cold and tired. Where shall I sleep? Oh, there's an old temple over there. I'm sure I can sleep there.

Oh, look! The bird will eat the centipede. I must save it. We're all one.

Centipede: You helped me. Now I'll help you. We're all one. Go south. Look for a bead under a pine tree with two trunks. Put the bead in a drink and tell the rich man to drink it down. The poor man: Thank you, my friend. He left the temple. He walked until late in the afternoon, but all he saw were normal pine trees. When he found the strange tree, he tried to find the bead. But he couldn't find it. The poor man: I'll never find the bead here. It's too small. I need help. Ants, ants, we're all one! Ant friends, please help me. Help me find the small bead. Oh, thank you, my ant friends. Now I can go home. Having found the bead, the poor man went back to his town. The poor man: Here! Put the bead in a drink. It'll cure your eyes.

A rich man: My eyes are cured. How can I ever thank you?

The poor man: We're all one. Your health is all I want.

The rich man gave the poor man a huge reward.

Poor man wife: You're such a good husband.

The poor man: You're such a good wife.

DNA for a perfect skin

DNA of a perfect skin


Today was a normal day; there was nothing new to happen. As usual I was flipping through the news paper The New Indian Express. I always use to scan the advertisement page. Lo I found a new advertisement on a product on skin care. When looking close by I saw that a new outlet has been opened in a shopping mall that was in the next street of my house. As soon as I saw this advertisement I was reminded of my friend Julie. Julie was my neighbour when I was living in the railway quarters.

Julie was always in the habit of dressing herself. Her mother used to say that she is wearing a war paint. Her obsession to make up was much that she would just buy anything that was new in the market. She had a huge collection of makeups in her kit and she would never share it with others. Imagine how much she would be having.

Suddenly I felt that why not I try this product. Without telling mom I went to the shopping mall and picked up the literature. I knew very well that my mom would be angry if she comes to know of my outing. Our family is against these sorts of items. They believe in our traditional herbs consisting of besan, haldi, and milk. This has been a proved product that is very good to skin and does not have any side effects.

The name of the product is X –your skin care expert. It says that it would redefine the DNA of perfect skin. I shall sum up what the ingredient is. It is made up of anti-oxidants and nutriences. It says it has an aromatherapy which will refresh as it has geranium and essential oils that would relax the skin and will bring the lost glow to your skin. It will also act as a defense against environmental aggression.

They confirm that it will improve skin firmness and elasticity. It will enhance skin luminosity. It will aid to reduce the visible fine lines and also will soften the deeply hydrated skin.

I think this is some sort of a salon that has branches across the globe . Hence to attract customers they might have done in-house research and developed this product.

Now I have to ponder over the various options in front of me

Do you think that I should try this product? You know that the earlier creams I use made my skin bright for only a few hours and after some time it started looking dull. It did have side effects as it brought some dark patches near my eyes.

It also gave a statutory warning that “Results may vary” I am in a fix what I should do? I have to do a facial so that I can look presentable for the forthcoming interview. Should I contact their local toll free number and personally go and check for myself. I would like to get an opinion from the customer who has used this cream. Have to wait till I am able to get hold of a previous customer. Until such time wait for some time and then take the next course of action. Till such time I shall use the old cream as I am sure that it is not allergic to my skin and I feel very comfortable.

Those roaming eyes

As soon my classes get over I always head home straight. On the way to my house I have to pass a shopping mall, play ground, and a kid’s park. As this was going to be my last day for this week I decided I shall go to the stationery store in the mall and pick up some paint materials for my art class. Hence I requested my dad to give some part of my pocket money so that I can purchase the materials.


As the school bell rang I went to my art teacher and asked him to provide me a list of all the art materials I require for the competition I will be participating the next week. As I was entering the competition in the junior category I required only the basic items like crayons, water colors, poster colors, chart papers, some board clips, pallatte, brushes, and a bottle of turpentine.

As I entered the mall I dashed to the stationery shop and was scrolling the racks. I was amazed to see that there were so many art materials and I did not have problem in picking my relevant things as I had already taken the advice of my teacher. I pulled a trolley and started to pick up all my requirements as per the list I had. While moving my trolley suddenly I noticed a box of crayons. It was an attractive box and a costly one too. I looked across the lanes of the racks to see if somebody had by mistake dropped it. As I felt nobody was there I immediately picked it up and put is into my pocket. When I turned the corner of the lane I noticed that a pair of eyes was watching my actions.

Then I realized it was the eyes of a fat lady who was cleaning the floor of the shop. Immediately she informed of my action to the supervisor of the store. He immediately called and took me to a room and questioned about the action. He said normally nothing is left on the floor and how did I get the box. Immediately he called for the security staff and asked them to the box thoroughly. While they were checking and opening the box suddenly a spark came out of the box and the security persons went out and diffused the sparks. The supervisor first scolded me for picking up things which were not the usual kind. He explained the seriousness of the situation. Since the staff were able to control in the beginning itself the store did not have any impact if the box was left unnoticed it might have caught fire and the store would have reduced to ashes. As I had helped the store, the store supervisor as a token of appreciation gifted all the art materials I wanted. I just dashed back to my house and it took me sometime to come over this situation. I realized that I should not lift anything which is odd looking.

Modern day orphans

Modern Day Orphans


The title might seem very amusing or out of the context. But it is very true. I would like to tell you about an experience I had last week, which did trouble the psychic of me and my sister. I do not want to name them and hence will be using only initials.

I live in a bungalow in Chennai where there are 5 tenants. I live in the ground floor and an elderly lady of 80 years – patty S lives in the first floor.

I would like to give brief events in patties life. She was married to a lights man [film circle] who had all the wealth and money and had a very rich lifestyle. She had only one girl named P. She was married to a person and gave birth to two lovely daughters S and K.When K was 1 ½ years old she lost her father in an accident and does not know what a father would be. When she was 7 years old she lost her mother. So Patti was left to take care of these children. Now tragedy struck Patti and she lost her husband [grand father] due to sickness. Patti came to a stand still in life with not much of support from family members and no financial aid she started to live just for her grand daughters. Time flied grand daughter S became a special person and K graduated and became an IT professional. She joined an MNC and started to take care of Patti and sister and started to live a normal life. When time came this May she got married to a guy in Singapore and left Patti alone. She admitted her special sister in a home so that they would take care of her. Now I appear here

For the past2-3 months Patti was suffering form fever and was diagnosed as malaria by Isabella hospital where she spent some 15 days. There she was looked alter by her family person. She was discharged and came some. After another 15 days Patti fell ill again and none of her relatives were in a position to help her this time around. Her grand daughters so called friends threw their hands up and said that she cannot take leave/break from office. Granddaughter send money through this friend. What sort of responsibility does this person have. Just the show off types but in reality very selfish to the core. I consulted my sister and I took her to BRS hospital and she was admitted in the ICU.Since she had nobody I stayed with her for 4 days in the hospital.

My emotions are too filled even today if I want to recall this incident. I pray to God that this sort of situation should not happen even to my enemies. I found it hard to jell that at this age Patti was more or less an orphan who has been abandoned. What can anybody do? Her grand daughter who is in India cannot come to her help as she is a special person. The only person who could help her was her granddaughter who is in Singapore.

I just stepped in to pull out a Patti in her need and my sister prayed for her speedy recovery. I just ponder to think why God has created these sorts of people who are helpless. They require close monitoring and also help. At this age she does not want to go to an old age home as she feels she will have no breathing space and she will have to live in a concrete jungle.

I wish there were some sort of help groups who would take care of these people. I have heard that in US and other countries there are home – half way homes who take care of people who are old but at the same time they still like to do their daily chores by themselves.These sort of people can truly be called as modern day orphans.

I appeal to one and all to pray so that Patti can quickly get her passport and fly to Singapore to stay with her granddaughter.

May God bless her.

Fragile hands

Fragile Hands


Hands are two beautiful gifts that God has given to every individual. Hence it is very important that one should consider how an individuals hand is sp fragile. One must limit oneself to consider how much he can hold. It is only human being who have the tendency to make space to hold many things more than what can he hold.

One can reflect how the multitasking of today’s man work culture is and how one has to stay ahead of a stiff competition. If he does not increase his knowledge on many topics he might fall back on his capabilities.

The man who is part of a larger institution must race against time and works around the clock to meets his global customer’s requirements. Since today’s business is customer centric all the needs of the customers must be taken into consideration.

If we were to hold a magnifying glass it will highlight more intricate fashion of individuals’ requirements. Here we are able to see how the world moves like a worm among a bush plant. A person does not have time to attend to the telephone call, nor has the time to eat his pizza or drink a cup of tea. CD’s have to be created and stored to hold the customer list as this itself is too long. One must not forget that all we are doing or taking so much effort so that that the business does not fall out with their customers. Being computer savvy is an added qualification that helps us to main our decorum in the work place and also reduces the stress levels.

Finally we can see that there are so many invisible strings around the fingers that can snap at any given time and the hold we are having might slip past our life. Today man has to think twice about his job and what are the pros and cons of doing something. Has it at any given point of time stood by him or was he able to derive satisfaction from the work he is doing. If he does not get inspired then he is more or less like a vegetable doing some routine pattern .The recession has already taken its heavy toil and we are able to visualize how many people are starting from the scratch. Hence we should always remember to safe guard those fragile hands that serve us relentlessly till we live in this earth

my encounter with death

My Encounter with death


This one of the my story writing sessions I had with my student in Singapore.Just an imagenary fiction. Touch wood this sort of situations has not reached Chennai.

I am a lovely mama's boy. It was my ususal custom to buy the groceries for my mom so that on Sunday I can have a day to all myself. Sunday a day for me which is always dear to me. No homework, no study only play play and play.

It was Saturday morning and there was nothing unusual. My day to do the house hold chores. As I have a working mother I do help her in small activites so that the baksheesh[lanjam] I get from my mother Rs 25/- is also very dear to me.Hence I geared myself to pay my visit to the nearby shopping mall to pick up some groceries for my mom. I went to the bus stop waited for my bus route M47 bus that would take to the new mall which has opened in our locality. As soon I boarded the bus I purchased a ticket to Sky Walk. Previously this stop was called as Arun Hotel.I heard it has a very good food court and also a play area for kids to play some indoor games and also a play station. Yes I could see the MacDonalds, Pizza Corner and many more.

The hall in the mall was crowded with all sorts of aged people. Since they have a ramp many people do come here.The kids corner were filled with kids who were enjoying their mini rides .I could see many sweet teens were enjoying their drinks. Many ladies were buzzing in picking up the items required for their house. Elderly persons were seated in the lounge area - especially build for them so that they too can have a space for themselves.I could see that the cosmetics shop were filled with beautiful girls who were checking on the latest perfume that has arrived on the market. The jewelry sop was over crowed as many girls and ladies were trying out the new wave jewellary that had been realeased in the shop.The security guards in the mall were on their toes instructing people to follow some rules . announcements were made through the speaker system requesting visitors to safe guard their possessions and to be very careful with their purses/wallets as there were shoplifters.

While I was whistling and walking around in the second floor , a sudden noise disturbed me . The sputter came from know where and all of us were disturbed.This created a bedlam among visitors who were searching for safer places. One of the guards just informed that a mad man has blown himself up. But the outfit it came to light that he was a terrorist who just blew himself in the shopping mall . As soon smoke started to below the automatic alarm siren started knolling .I could see many charred bodies. Many innocent people were hurt and many were killed. The firemen present on the scene were pressed into service. The policemen took stock of the situation. The whole area looked gruesome. Many humany limbs and flesh were scattered on the floor. Many who survived, I could see their dress were soaked with human blood. The entire area looked like a loathing and I had to clamber for a safe area.

Ambulances rushed in without any delay and the bruised persons were sent to the infirmaries. Many volunteered to drive their car to the fortuity site and ensured that the injured people were picked up and dropped them in the nearby hospitals. The whole area was in ahmbless as I saw many small children crying and searching for its parents/mothers.

I often read in newspaper about these incidents happening abroad. In the news channel these horrible secens would be flasing. Now I realised how these acts commove the human psyche.I could see how many people were physically diddered and running around to find safe area to take shelter .

Without buying anything I just scurried home. I was lucky that I was able to navigate through the crowd and reach home. For the first time in my life I contemporaneous of a horrible thing. I started to think how these terrorists who were no way related to my country just walked in to creat an flagitious crime. People now had the modern gadgets with them and they could travel across the globe . They took this path of violence as an effortless implement that could fit into their hands to turn against the government or authority. I would ponder to think how these people without were spifflicating many cities. They are merely scathing innocent citizens . Now I realised how individual governments were grappling to bring back normalcy .

Councelling for Jo

        This is a story about my friend Jo .I and Jo were studying in a local school. We studied from nursery and we were in the same class. Hence you can say that Jo was my good  friend.it was usual for me to pass by Jo's house before going to my house as we were living in the same locality . I still remember those days when we used to play in the large playground located in our locality. Suddenly one fine morning I came to know that Jo was moving out of Salem and moving to Bangaluru as her father had changed his job.

        I stayed in Salem and continued with my education. Since is was a district headquarters I was more or less a rural person but behaved as urban person. 

        Many years rolled by and one day I saw Jo attending the same school I was going. I was surprised to see her that she had totally changed in her appearance. Our approach on a subject was totally in contrast. Now I realised that our socialising pattern were also so contradictory .

One day during the recess period I saw that d that Jo was not in a normal mood. Slowly I came to know about the behavioural pattern of Jo.Initially I was not able to get the hang of her outings. Later I came to know about her smoking habits. One day Jo came to my house to deliver some books that I requested. Mom was shocked to see her dressed in a different way. She was angry with me that I had these sort of junkies as my friends. She strictly informed that she would not wecome these sort of friends to our house. She immediately felt that Jo must be taking banned substances that were not good for health and warned me that I should stay away from her.

Jo was a bright student in our class and I felt the urge to help her out of this situation. I started to study her moments and came to know that she was a product of a broken home. Her parents were squabbling among themselves and she did not feel like staying in the same house. To avoid these situations Jo started  to move with friends who spent their time in the pubs. There she developed a taste for drugs that would provide her some estacy and she could forget all things at home. This was the escape route that she had adopted. Slowly and steadily her health started to dis integrate and she started to fall ill. Now I felt that as a true friend I should step in to save her life. 

Hence I spoke to my school councillor and told her about Jo. She said be assured that she would take care of Jo. Hence slowly I could see that Jo was no more reclusive and started to move in the crowd. She was gaing her self confidence. I was happy to see a smile on her face . I know I have saved her life. I pray to the almight to give her enough strength for a speedy recovery.

Pilus a mundane issue

Today morning I noticed while browsing an advertisement on transplantation of hair in the scalp. I was surprised about this advertisement because it is a known fact that hair cannot be added into your scalp. There are methods to prevent hair falling but I am still new to this process.
           I felt that this was a marketing strategy being adopted by the seller. here a physician. I do not know how far he would offer his service hygienically. I do not prescribe to endorse these types of gimmicks.It is very true that our hair does adds a lot to our personality but definitely I do not think that in one sessions we can replace the hair in our head.
          I decided that I would attend one of their service sessions so that I will get an opportunity to cross check with people who would attended along with me.

        Since I decided to take a plunge ,I decided that I should check all the credentials of the company which is offering this service.I feel that this company is new in the market and is selling their cosmetic line product for the first time. I decided to make a call to their toll free number and request for a free consultation and get a first hand feel of whether this product will be suitable for my hair. I know for the heck of spending my time I am going ahead with my decision. It was important that I should take an allergy test so that later on I should not have problems facing rashes on to my skin.

        By seeing the advertisement I felt that the company is doing aggressive marketing strategy. They are ready to offer first ten customers a free trial to their services.I felt goose bums in my stomach. I felt this advertisement to be a fake one as it is not possible for any one to grow natural hair under certain controlled conditions. I had a fear that they might be offering a wig that would be neatly pasted to my scalp . Hence I had a second thought of giving it a miss.

        I decided to check with my heat to see if I was going in the right direction. Suddenly my head said , stop buddy and listen to me. Head said have you ever given a thought from the health view point. Request you to sit down and think and judge for yourself if this treatment will be of any use to you.If you decide to proceed further then please remember that once you take  the treatment and per sake if you are not satisfied then there is no question for replenishment.
      Then I sat down and thought what my head and heart said. Finally I decided that come what may be I will not take this treatment because I just wanted to check on the authenticity of this treatment. Hence my personal view point will be do not get miss-carried with these sought of advertisements.