Reality Vs Truth


True Life!!!


I woke up early in the morning and was little bit anxious about life and was day dreaming for some time and after that I have connected to Internet to chat with some of my friends online.

Normally I will speak with my friends in US and Canada during night time but today I felt like speaking with them in the morning as it’s the weekend and all of them will find some time during weekend only.

I have gone through my orkut page and didn’t find anything interesting and after that I have checked Face book which becomes very famous now a days and you can find some interesting things like what the morning, afternoon and evening recipes in their home are and their plans for this weekend as well.

I have checked my linked in page for any of the updates regarding Documentum (The technology which I am working with and the technology which I like very much).

I found this post in one of my friends Google Buzz.

It’s a story of a Brahmin gal who loved a non-Brahmin and due to father’s compulsion married a Brahmin guy and leading a perfect life with little happiness!!

(Some tamil words included)…

 

Dearest Appa,

27th Jan’1965

 

Hope this letter finds you, Amma, Raji and Seenu in good health. The weather here in New York City is icy cold. But Avar sollraar- I have missed this winter’s biting cold. I still wish I had seen the snow… But then, I still wish I had not left Trichy at all. I do miss Trichy, Appa. You, Amma, Raji, Seenu, pakkatthaathu Rama, Vikatan,Ucchi Pillaiyaar Koil, filter coffee, Holy Cross College, the Maths Department and of course Sakthi. I know you wish I hadn’t brought his name in this letter.But not to worry Appa, I understand that you got me married to Visu because you thought it was best for your daughter.

I still remember Amma wiping her silent tears with her madisaar thalappu and you shouting at me the day I told you about Sakthi.Later, when the initial shock wore off you patiently listed umpteen reasons why I should not marry Sakthi. I agree Appa, that 20 is too young to decide, that Raji and Seenu would have been affected greatly by my ‘mistake’, the Agrahaaram would have scoffed at you… a meat eater was not a good match for someone who had never even tasted onion and garlic. The reasons were innumerous. I knew you’d still have objected and offered other reasons even if he had become a Dhigambara monk.

Visu on the other hand, wore a poonal, he is the son of Neelakanta Sastri, an Engineer and he researched about computers which is what made you jump for this alliance. Am not complaining Appa, Visu is a nice man. Tell Amma that I could not try her kozhakkattai recipe this Pongal because coconuts were too expensive and Avar nenacchar that it was ridiculous.

Anyway, we went out on Sankaranthi day and dined out. He thought it would be a good idea to invite the Chatterjees also. But I didn’t speak Bengali and Mrs.Chatterjee spoke English in an accent that comes with living years in America. Hence I made myself busy with the menu card. They ordered various species of fish,shrimp and a lot more of items I had never seen in my life. I ordered orange juice and a sandwich. The other diners thought it was queer coming to a seafood restaurant and settling for a sandwich. That day, I learnt that Avar prefer pannradhu beef, pork, bacon and seafood.

Do you know, Appa… Sakthi gave up meat because of me? I didn’t ask, he just did. But then, Sakthi is not Neelakanta Sastri’s son and that made it impossible for Subramania Iyer’s daughter Kalyani to marry him.I will keep you posted on what happens here. I don’t think I can make it to Seenu’s Upanayanam. Tell Amma not to get me a pattu podavai for the poonal, I don’t use them here. I wore it once and felt like a clown here.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
20th Oct’1968

 

We are fine here. Gautam is speaking his first words and I swear they sounded like ‘Dosai’. But Visu claims it’s just gibberish. From your previous letter, I gather that pakkathatthu Rama is married and settled in Jamshedpur. Nice to know that. Please find out her address from Saarada maami and write it to me. I want to keep in touch with her. I hope Raji is happy with her husband in Madras. I spoke to her last month, great to know that she has a phone. Do tell Seenu to study well and prepare for his school final exams.

Raji also told me that Sakthi is married now. I wish him good luck, but I could not convey the message to him. Raji refused to be the messenger and I know you have severed ties with Sakthi’s father, your long term friend Sankaravel, thanks to me. I hear his wife is his cousin… He must have succumbed to his mother’s wishes.

How did Avani Avittam go? Visu’s mother gave me a bunch of new poonals for Avani Avittam but Visu was in Boston that day. He wouldn’t have used it anyway, I haven’t seen him wear one in the last three years. Gautam is now playing with the spool of thread- mere thread it is, what else can I call it? Gautam will not even know what it signifies, I guess.

Visu is making sure Gautam grows up listening to English only. He says it will make his life easier. But I do read out passages from Ponniyin Selvan and Bharathiyaar’s poetry when I am alone with him. It’s more of reading to myself, I guess. I actually got that poetry book as a present from Sakthi, it still has his scrawling signature in the first page.

By the way, Visu saw that book and asked me about Sakthi, I told him. Hold your breath Appa, he didn’t throw me out of the house. He is a good man, no question. He said it is okay and that he doesn’t mind. And then he told me of his American girlfriend whom he was once in love with, when he first reached America- Amy, a fellow Researcher who was in a brief relationship with Visu when she was in New York. They lived together for 3 months and decided against marriage, somehow. Amy once dropped home when she was in New York. Nice lady, she was.

Ask Amma to send me Sambar Podi for this whole year. My friend Sudha is coming to Madras next week. Ask Seenu to catch the Rockfort Express and give it to her. I will collect it from her here.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
3rd June’1974

 

We have arrived here safely. After two months in India, I find it hard to adjust back to normal life here. Gautam and Ranjana demand vadai,paayasam and vaazhai ilai here. Visu’s relieved to be back in America. I left a set of my books there. If it’s not in Trichy it must be in Visu’s parents’ place. If you find them, safeguard them until my next trip. They mean a lot to me since they were gifts from Sakthi. By the way, Appa, I found out Sakthi’s present address in Madras from Rama and Saarada maami. I wrote to him. I am extremely proud to know that Dr.Sakthivel is a cardiologist much in demand there in Madras. He was thrilled to hear from me after so long. You know what he has named his daughters? Kalyani and Raagamaalika. He called me. You know what, he’s still a practising vegetarian, Appa. He didn’t revert back just because he lost me… He asked me if I still sang and whether Gautam and Ranjana could sing. I could see a proud father in him, when he claimed his daughters could sing upto Rara Venu Gopala. That’s when I remembered that I was once a good singer. I wonder why I stopped singing, wonder why I never exposed the kids to Music and Dance. But then, I realize that I had buried all that deep inside me when I left Trichy; after bidding farewell to my best Rasika, actually. Sakthi. After the call, I tried singing ’Kurai Onrum Illai’. I could not rquite reach Charanam, because of the lack of practice and more importantly because of the tears that filmed my eyes and the constriction in my throat. I sang to Visu and the kids one of these days. Though Gautam was impressed, father and daughter could not just wait for me to finish! By the way, next time some friend comes to India, send me a Sruthi Box. I would like to start singing again.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,

14th Aug 1978

 

Just back after our tour to California. Find our photos, picture postcards attached herewith. After you are done with showing all family members,relatives, friends and neighbours, pass them to Visu’s parents. It was a welcome break for the four of us. But I missed my paattu class students all along and was happy to resume the classes again last evening. Did I mention in my previous letter, before we left on the tour – I finally got my driving license here. I sent a few photos to Sakthi too. He has sent me quite a few records and cassettes. I loved it! I’m reminded of AIR, almost! I’m circulating them among my friends too. And of course, playing them for my students too. They are picking up beautifully. Funny news is, I, a Tamilian, is teaching Telugu and Sanskrit kritis to a cross section of Tamil, Malayalam, Kannada,Telugu, Marathi, Bengali students in an English speaking nation. The music sessions have resulted in a reborn Kalyani, Appa. Thanks to Sakthi, really. I would have never taken it up had it not been for his reminder. I am now thinking of what life would have been like if I had indeed married him. I would have of course lost you and Amma. But right now, with this life in America, Visu and these monthly letters to you, Rama, Raji and Seenu what have i gained? I don’t find an answer, Appa. Neither do I think I ever will. Again, as I have always reiterated, Visu is a good man, no complaints there. He is every bit the son in law you wanted. Researcher, American Post-Graduate Degree holder, a dutiful husband and father,earning a comfortable income. I know it is too much to ask for anything else. That is a fantasy I left midway in my life… Once upon a time in Trichy with someone else.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
14th Apr’1984

 

Met Dr.Sakthivel after 19 years… He had come to New York for business purposes and paid me a visit. Visu and the kids welcomed him home with great pleasure. And they liked him too. Infact, they did most of the talking initially. And of course, he got me a whole load of books, cassettes, Mysore Paak and lots more.

 

Your loving daughter,
Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
20th Jan’ 1990

 

I just went through all these letters lying in my closet draw for years together. These are letters I started writing to you and then decided not to post. For obvious reasons. I could not mention Sakthi to you even though I was itching to. Not because I was afraid to invite your wrath. I just did not have the heart to hurt you, I know these letters would have hurt you. Because deep inside, I know you were disturbed- you knew Sakthi was a good man, you knew he was a man of substance, yet you didn’t want to go further. Society, I know. ..Family… I know… And all these letters would have only wounded you more. Today, 2 years after your death, and 6 months after Dr.Sakthivel’s untimely death in a road accident, I somehow felt like re-reading all these letters. To me, all these unstamped, unposted letters mean a life that could have been.

 

Kalyani Viswanathan

 

I felt very sorry for her after reading through this post  and whether its real history or story, we have to understand that life is a one time opportunity blessed by god and we have to respect others feelings whether the person might be of any relationship to us.

 

Evergreen Wishes,

S.R.Karthik

What goes around comes around


“What goes around comes around!”

 

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Hari Krishna”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Hari crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from Lifestyle and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Hari just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her.

She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Hari never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him.

This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Hari added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.

The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase.

The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Hari.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door.

She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:

“You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written.

How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Hari Krishna.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.” Today, I sent you this story and I’m asking you to pass it on… Let this light shine…

Urs,

SRK

Obedient Wife !!!


The Obedient Wife!!!

There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real “miser” when it came to his money. 

Just before he died, he said to his wife…

“When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.”

And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him. 

Well, he died.

He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there – dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her.

When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, “Wait just a moment!” She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket.

Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away.

So her friend said,

“Girl, I know you were not a fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband.”

The loyal wife replied,

“Listen, I’m a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him. “

“You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?”

“I sure did,” said the wife.

“I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a check…. If he can cash it, then he can spend it.”

Send this to every clever female you know, and to every man who thinks they are smarter than woman!!!

Urs,

SRK

Ship!!!


Blessings !!!

 

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.

 

The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.

 

However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

 

The first thing they prayed for was food.

 

The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit.

 

The other man’s parcel of land remained barren.

 

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife.

 

The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land.

 

On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

 

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food.

 

The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him.

 

However, the second man still had nothing.

 

Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island.

 

In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.

 

The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island.

 

He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

 

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”

 

“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered.

 

“His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”

 

“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him.

 

“He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”

 

“Tell me,” the first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”

 

“He prayed that all your prayers be answered.”

 

Moral of the story:

 

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us.

 

Urs,

 

SRK

MAY I NEVER GET TOO BUSY IN MY OWN AFFAIRS!


 

MAY I NEVER GET TOO BUSY IN MY OWN AFFAIRS!

 

It was a bitter, cold evening.

 

The old man’s beard was glazed by winter’s frost while he waited for a ride across the river.

 

The wait seemed endless.

 

His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.

 

He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path.

 

Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend.

 

He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention.

 

Then another passed by… and another.

 

Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue.

 

As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider’s eye and said, “Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn’t appear to be a passageway by foot.”

 

Reining his horse, the rider replied, “Sure thing. Hop aboard.”

 

Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse.

 

The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles away.

 

As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman’s curiosity caused him to inquire,

 

“Sir, I notice that you let several other riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a ride.

 

I’m curious why, on such a bitter winter night; you would wait and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?”

 

The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider straight in the eyes, and replied,

 

“I’ve been around here for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good.”

 

The old-timer continued,

 

“I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride.

 

But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident.

 

I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need.”

 

Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply.

 

“I’m most grateful for what you have said,” he told the old man.

 

“May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion.”

 

Urs,

 

SRK

 

Love & Time !!!


LOVE & TIME

 

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.

 

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left.

 

Except for Love.

 

Love was the only one who stayed.

 

Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

 

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

 

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.

 

Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?”

 

Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

 

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.

 

“Vanity, please help me!”

 

“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

 

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”

 

“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!” Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

 

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder.

 

So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.

 

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

 

Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who helped me?”

 

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

 

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

Wealth-Love-Success!!!


Wealth-Love-Success!!!

 

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.

 

She did not recognize them.

 

She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”

 

“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked.

 

“No,” she replied. “He’s out.”

 

“Then we cannot come in,” they replied.

 

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

 

“Go tell them I am home and invite them in!”

 

The woman went out and invited the men in.

 

“We do not go into a House together,” they replied.

 

“Why is that?” she asked.

 

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.”

 

Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”

 

The woman went in and told her husband what was said.

 

Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!,” he said.

 

“Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”

 

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

 

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house.

 

She jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”

 

“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife.

 

“Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

 

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

 

Love got up and started walking toward the house.

 

The other 2 also got up and followed him.

 

Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?”

 

The old men replied together: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!”

 

Cheers,

 

SRK