Congrats TRAI

Dear TRAI,
I just want to congratulate your absolutely foolproof brilliant plan to stop spam messages!
Who cares about people who are unable to console their friends about a broken dream or breakup because their hundred messages for the day are over and they have only ten paise balance!
Apart from spam messages, you have also efficiently put a stop to all those random forwards we send to those “friends” (…;)) with whom we desperately wanted to start a conversation! But hey, don’t bother about us! You need to block SPAM messages!
You have given us greater excuses to not stay in touch with friends who we rarely talk to but want to often and can’t because of difficulty in balancing our balance! But hey! Congrats! You have successfully demolished one of the main reasons why messaging was so convenient! (And as a friend points out you have shift+delete -d all the possibilities of eligible kadalai over sms  )
And Mr. Zuckerberg must be totally happy with you because now, thanks to you, all those desperate “i want to make a conversation” messages are flowing in the form of facebook chat windows! I’m surprised he hasn’t announced his special respect for you yet!
Also, you have outdone all management lessons by teaching us three things – the value of each message, how to be more active on the internet and hating you! My heart goes out to all those poor “class representatives”, and “club presidents” who have to move themselves to an internet lab where many computers don’t work to send those group messages about a class or a meeting getting cancelled and to those students who turn up for the meeting or class because their class rep or presi couldn’t send them those group messages!
And you want to know the reason why I’m writing this letter to you now? I just taught my mother to text because she was getting worried that I was too busy to pick her calls! And bingo, you come along and I anyways, have to pick her calls now (or get her worried) because my hundred messages usually don’t last for more than a couple of hours!
And you see, multiple sim cards don’t work for many of us as we have gazillions of contacts to text, all of whose numbers we are unable to transfer as we have a life to live! And not all of us have dual sim phones! And thanks to you, the sale of multiple sim phones is going to increase!
You have proved that the answer to a problem is not an efficient solution but another huge problem! But hey! Congrats on solving the problem of spam smses most of which we still receive and almost all of which never bothered us anyway! And thanks A LOT!

Regards,
Troubled people

REVERIE.

   When the skies prepared for the showers, my mind was filled with memories of my childhood, penetrating so deep that, the scents of those dragged me into a state of reminiscence.

   Then I realised how beautiful these scents were; the scents that brood in me with obligations, which even shape my life. The smells which tend to bloom into a philosophical poem, influencing my thoughts. Smells of love, passion, agony, mischief, disaster, warmth, care, etc., which sometimes intoxicate me or sometimes make  me to gloom and solitude. They sometimes cover my ego with their selfless wings or sometimes abandon me at once.

   Back in the days…

   I remember how beautiful the rains were in my childhood. When the first showers of monsoon intruded into the earth, disturbing the stagnant smells, which at once jumped up majestically everywhere, I ran out in rain, closed my eyes and inhaled. It gave me a state of exhilarant, and suddenly I felt nothing, but only the rain and the joy delivering me from all thoughts, worries, parting me from the other part of the world. These smells were my constant companions, with whom I mused, I played, I dreamed and I lived. 

    Thankfully, there are still traces of these scents. OK, back to Nostalgia.

Orange flower

Go Confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you have imagined. A quote by Henry David Thoreau with a purple zinnia and a garden full of colorful flowers.

 

"To Write."

Writing is a craft, and in the hands of a writer it turns into an art.

   

Pencil vs Pen

   I will not talk about pen here. I prefer using pencil, even now. Some-many-people ask me why don't you use pen for everything.
 
  Even some teachers give notes in my school books to use pens completely and to shun pencils.

  Sometimes I asked myself, "Why should I use pen when I like pencil more than pen?"
  

     Then I got an answer: Because you're a SENIOR now." 

    Is this it?

Okay, I’ll ask again then, “Why Senior High School students HAVE TO USE pen?”

Look, pencil is classic. If you make a mistake while you writing, you can use the eraser. If you use pen, it’s permanent. You can use something like a “corrector”, but it makes your paper dirty—I think.

I have another reasons why I love pencil.

1. You can tuck your pencil behind your ear.
2. You can sharpen your pencil.
3. Pencil is cheap.
4. If your pencil is wet, you can dry it. But for pen, you must think about the ink.
5. Pencil is durable.

See? Please, I love pencil more than pen. I remember when my teacher said to me, “Your writing is not clear if you use pencil.” Then, I think, the problem is my writing, not my pencil. Though I use pen, my writing will be as ugly as USUAL.

Please, don’t force me.

Thank you.