Monthly Archives: June 2009

150 Years-Madoff

A century and half  has been granted for  71 year old Madoff by the court of Justice. The swindler was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison.A man’s life span is normally 75  years. Madof f, if at all lives , can be moving about for 4 more years. Where is the meaning for 150 years. The pronouncement , judiciously sounds permeable , but in actuality seems far from reality. the long imprisonment  is not going to happen . The judge, who  rejected his bail plea , has given the maximum punishment to the author of the extraordinarily evil Ponzi scheme  

Debating the issue of imprisonment, we come to a closer scrutiny of the scheme. The veiled  Madoff scandal, if lifted will throw many skeletons from the lockers. The shrewd hypocrite has subtly targetted the vulnerable  points, such as greed, fragility, over enthuisam of the investor. The  investment sentiment  has been thoroughly exploited by this devilish scheme. A relaxation , an easy mode of deliverance, a quick short time multiplication, an increased feeling of security, and the cajoling procedures  have manipulated extensively the faith of the investor. The funds poured in and  has disappeared in same acceleration.

Madoff rejoiced.Madoff reeled in wealth.Madoff maddened everybody, once when his trachery got exposed. Most have lost everything they had. Many have  been fooled . Madoff has accepted his crime and has expressed his regret. He says , he is sorry about the whole affair.

Remorse and regret are fine sentiments the world will acknowledge. To err is human , to forgive is divine goes the maxim. But the hopelesness is hard to cope up. The tears welling up in each and every eye of the participant of the Ponzi scheme , are evidences of  the horrondousity of the tale. The haplessness of thousands of people remains unanswered. Ripping him off of his wealth and funds , is a minor way of appeasing the tormented mind. The truama is hard to be effaced. The sentence ,could have been off a different strata, instead of this century and half.

The Ponzi scheme , has brought to light the  metabolism of the  conniving deceit. It has laid bare the fact of thorough ill conceived materialistic  pursuits , which lead to a gross evaucation and torrid  infringement. 

Monsoon Plays Hide And Seek

People, in those days were able to predict the rains. They did not do any research.  Environmental  study ,was an alien subject to them.Weather forecast was announced as is and where is condition. Time was calculated on the basis of the sun’s position and the shadow’s reflection. Everything was simple , worked out as normal progress. The routine of life was like a school syllabus. The contents were preset . The majority of the population led a peaceful contented life. Their acceptance of the natural disasters , their resignation to the ups and downs in life, their reconciliation to the unexpected eventualities . their adaptation to the transformation in natural recourse , their tolerance towards physical discomforts and their compressed desire towards materialistic fortunes , promised a  prosperous  living.

Now, the suspicious mind is throttling the equanimity, the curiousity kills the spirit,the over enthusiasm  torments the grace, and the thronging  diffidence strangles the poise.The monsoon which has to have set in mid June, is kidding the strained freaks. A delay in the arrival is not unusual..It has happened many a time. A exact entry , a few years back , was made, but gort interrupted in the middle. There was a lull for a  few weeks, followed by a  copious rainfall. Such happenings do take place. Nature has its own programmes and schsdules. Man can neither command its flow, nor frame its itineary.

The dry spell , that prevails is not Nature’s fault. It is Man’s aberration. It is Man’s disrespect  to the natural cause. It is Man’s impatience to amass undeserving wealth. It is Man’s arrogance  to embark on infidel applications, which emanate carbon emissions that create a scar on the ozone.It is Man’s inhuman attitude towards the co habitats. It is Man’s contempt towards vegetation. It is Man’s wickedness  that indulges in large scale felling of trees.

It is Nature’s turn to penalise Man for his callous treachery. It is Nature’s  chance to teache Man a lesson. It is Nature’s fumigation towards Man’s hostility. It is Nature’s opportunity to cheat Man , by playing hide and seek. Man is at the receiving end.He is crying over spilt milk. He is bemoaning the  loss.

Nature is Having its last laugh.

Something -Indian Definition

Something  is a common word used by all of us to denote a relative term, an unidentified product, an experience that calls for no attention,a feeling that cannot be described, an incident that is unimportant and finally a feigned connotation for an idea that is beyond comprehension.The Indian definition of this simple is entirely different from the dictionary meaning.  The word itself gets an  absolutely  varied hue and complex design that is beyond comprehension.

Well, coming to the point, “something “is nothing but the extras  that is linked with accomplishments. To put it more clearly, it is a bargain behind the scene, an underhand transaction , an under the table dealing.This “something” enables a free smooth passage to a conclusiion of tasks in the government  offices. It expediates the passing of papers and approval of projects in banks and financial institutions. It snatches an admission in an educational institution of repute, leaving the meritorious in poor shape.It also facilitates procuring a ticket in the trains, which is the most popular mode of transport in India. It provides an easy entry into the temples . Worshipping the Lord is also not spared by this “something”. The more ‘something’ , you give the proximity to God  becomes close.The judiciary , also succumbs to this defiend “something”The more you part with the more you gain . This is the simple hypothesis , the Indians, the Indian Government, the Indian bureaucracy, the Indian education system , the Indian financial set up, and the religious  departments adopt.

It looks funny. It seems to be amusing . It is intangible. It is a practice that is followed all throughout the country in great unanimity. The ancient country , known for its rich culture, enviable heritage, and a land of hundreds of languages, varied religions, Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Jains, and Buddhists, with a  thoroughbred caste system , and with extreme dissimilarity in customs and culture, is virtually unified in accepting “something “to make things work. It is blatant bribery in pretension. It is a blackmark  to the Indian governance. It is equally a deridingsymptom that should be eschewed by the Indian community. 

The cry may seem to be out of box thought. It may appear insensible and ridiculous . It may designate an unappealing enumeration. But it has to be deployed to enrich the credibility  of the country


Speed Breakers In Indian Roads

Travelling , by road ,is a pleasure anywhere  but not in India. The thoroughfare is full of bumps and pits, potholes and rough patches. India , has no well laid roads.The roads which do exist are full of sand and stones bereft of tar or cement.To crown all these abnormalities there are speed breakers  erected to control  rash driving . Speeding is an impossibility as driving itself  is a night mare. Why the great necessity fro putting up this hurdle , at every 2 kilometres.

The question  requires an answer immediately. This  unmindful erection is causing lot of hardship to the car traffic. The obstacle is too high , that a slight careless driving would harm the vehicle, by damaging the sensitive mechanism of shock observer and crank shaft. The driver has to have a severe patience and possess a special skill to negotiate the man made  barriers.

Apart from damaging the car, it also minimises the comfort of the traveller. The sudden jolt  lifts the body high up , then releases the pressure by slamming the physic down.The up and down movement prescribe an unpleasant application , that the exhaustion unwounded is too much and too heavy.. If this occurs , once in a way, the suffering can be accepted, but this tossing is spread throughout the journey rendering the passenger vexed and irritated. The driver is literally defeated by this unwelcome barricades , that he yearns to reach the destination as quickly as possible. This quickness , is not fairly workable as the conditions of the roads are so terrible.

Safety is the reason behind such compilations. The purpose of security is a non existence virtue in this concept of Speed breakers.If  a driver crosses this artificial set up, in a hurry, then an unthinkable mishap will take place. The speed gets arrested , no doubt, but it is done in a most crude fashion leading to accidents, falls and reckless devastation.

It is high time, that the Indian Government , thinks of an alternate choice to the incorrigible evil . A study and a thought ,to seek best available source to redeem this hardship  is  the top  priority of the road transport ministry

I- Random Check

Born as a child to someone,

Referred as  a spouse of someone,

Became a mother to someone,

Upgraded as grandmother by someone,

I know not,

Who am I?



Some call me tough,

Some  speak of me as proud,

Some address me as exact,

Some point  me as different,

I know not ,

What  am I ?


Few feel I am detached,

Few express I am distinct,

Few share I am coy,

Few remark I am invincible,

I know not ,

How I appear?


I stray as I like,

I work as I wish,

I   think as I believe

I conclude as I decide.

I know not ,

Where I go?


I seldom gossip,

I rarely enquire,

I  keenly observe,

I subtly withdraw,

I know not,

When I sleep?

Poetry In Wood

Poetry elucidates the finer feelings. It is an intoxicating form of literature.The emotions take a gush. The sentiments erupt in velocity. The innate strength accrues a formidable presence in this form of art. The liberal fixtures of poetry gives a freedom of expression and an assuaging tempo to the versification. The rhythm ,and the rhyming notes add enchanting notation to poesy.

Recently , I  came across a wooden marvel. It was a set of mother of pearl furniture. It was nothing but grand. It was something but chaste. It was everything ,encompassing glossary of terms that refer to beauty.The charm was exuberant.The inlaid work , depicted  a peacock dancing daintily  unfurling  its feathers.It was arealistic imagery.

Wordsworth entered a trance when he saw  nature in its glory. The green pastures amidst a mountainous background , beneath the soft blue sky , took him in a swayMore or less , I was subjected to such an experience, though in no way I can compare myself with the great Nature poet. The peacock imagery , was supplemented by the flowery ensemble . The flowers were in a golden hue and the stems which held the flowers were in a silvery shine. The  portrayal was so natural , that the mere glimpse of this  enrapturing exhibit made the heart throb with joy. The sleek workmanship, the choice of wood, the graceful presentation  were sufficient to arouse the soul to transcendetal level.The  size of the exhibits were of  exquisite proprtion , neither too massive nor too small. The heavy structure appears  jarring and the tiny one looks appalingly short of natural existence.The dis played set was a blend of  grace, beauty and harmony , poetry is an aesthetic formulation of metre , rhythm and intonation.

Grandeur In Magnificence.

I snatched an opportunity to pop into a beautiful mansion, built in the early twentieth century in a a tiny hamlet Kadiapatti , in Chettinad.The family, who owns the house , are our close associates . The father , who is in his late eighties ,is a good friend of my dad. My Dad passed away recently. His daughters , who are in the U.S are more or less the same age of my sister and myself. We used  to spend days together in Chennai and in Madurai , during our  holidays, but never bothered to see this marvellous edifice. 

I usually criss cross the area once in few months, but could not make it to this fine piece of architecture . This time, I resolved to get into the place.As I ienterd into the portals of this ebullient expression, I was struck by the beauty . The chaste, stylish decor,halted  my  forward move. I could not shift my perception.i was astounded.

In astonishment , I  took the next step. More ornate pieces of art were got caught by my eyes..  The  third and fourth steps brought the sheen and glow of the lounge. The mesmerising enthrallment was experienced once I climbed up the seventh step.The  wood work  is intricate and closely designed. The polish is immaculate. The shine in the doors and wood panels are so wonderful. The frescoes are in good shape and the designs are innovative  The entrance doors are decorative. The top part of the doors depict the various dance poses of Lord Nataraja, the dancing God. The side part of the doors are filled with chiselled  images,small rudrashaksas,and the  small wooden pillars with swans atop are fixed to the door enriching the galore.. The  lounge has got  cute  thinnais or raised platforms , with black and white marble flooring . The platforms are enriched by black granite pillars. The lobby has a  balcony atop  , which  has a fine barricade  with stunning , finely crafted wooden banisters. The barricade is held aloft , by the flying horse , painted in white and soft blue. There is also a row of decorative wooden piece of art , shaped as a plantain flower . The sharp edges of this flowers are made of silver.They glisten as the sunlight falls on them.

The furniture in the lounge are in perfect harmony to the place. The wooden centre tables with excellent workmanship,the chairs with elegant stature, and the long chair with  tasteful inlaid work add charm to the decked place. There is also a long, high panel of mirrors  affixed to a frame of exquisite design , which make us gape in wonder.

The pillars and the mirrors are covered  by cloth , to keep them away from dust and rough handling.The lobby ,alone posed  a magnificent  grandeur.It is a peep into the past. It is a resounding echo of the skills of the artisans. It is an imperious adventure of the  ardent lover of art. It is a pursuit of excellence and magnificence.In  a nutshell ,it is ravishingly beautiful.