Author: meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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Diffused in Music


 I placed myself , in a most vantage position, away from my telephone, from my PC and range bound from my domestic staff.

I dug through my collection of CD’s . I took out my favourite Kriti, ‘nannupalimpa ‘rendered by Maharajapuram Santhanam.

Mohanam, is the key raga , the property of the Maharajapuram school.

Raga Mohanam  is an alluring . an enchanting,and an enticing beauty

Listening to the particular  rendition, I got intoxicated and bewitched.

 Thiagaraja ,was in the midst of his daughter’s marriage. The rituals were taking place. The saint was little  distracted. as his eyes were looking at the Cauvery river ,which was majestically flowing,, He was eagerly waiting for his disciple Venkataramana Bhaghavathar.He got worried. He could not participate in the ceremonies whole heartedly.His mind became restless.Then, as though it was an apparition, he saw Venkataramana Bhagavathar wading through the deep waters, carrying aloft the idol of Sri Rama.

Tyagaraja,in ecstasy sang the kriti “nanupalimpa. nadachivachitivo”.

He saw, Lord Rama, striding imperiously, negotiating the fluent flow of Cauvery, and entering the wedding pandal.To him ,there was no sign of anything tangible. The bridal pair, the relatives, his prime disciple, all  submerged into Sri Rama. He saw the Lordeverywhere, in every face.

He cried  Rama, Rama,in deep bhakthi.He felt that  SriRama had descended from Heaven , to bless his daughter, in response to his invitation.Tyagaraja  ,extolled.,Lord Rama’s coutesy as he  had condescended to grace the occassion,a blessing unexpected, unheard and unimaginable

 As Tyagaraja felt the Divine Presence.,I experienced the same stimulating sentiment ,while I listened to this beautiful song.. I was enthralled , exhilarated and lost myself in reverie 

Oh ! Rama ,transcribe the most exquisite of all  emotions, translate the most lovable of all experiences, and transcend the most celestial of all beings.

I see Sri Rama alone.

 

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The Economic Cycle.


 The major forces that motivate human actions return in cycles.

These forces are religion, science, philosophy and curiosity and the latest addition is economy.

Recurring events are a  natural phenomenon.

A year comprises of a cycle of seasons, summer, spring ,autumn  and winter

In chemistry it is pertaining  to a compound that contains a closed chain or ring of atoms

The repeated patterns in music makes the listener to concentrate with great intensity.

Botany points towards the formation of a whorl, example, cyclic petals,cyclic flowers.

Certain poets imitated Homer and kept within a circle of a single theme, thus enhancing the serenity of the epics.

Linguistics are guided by the application of a rule.

 Human life., is governed by repeated events,  birth, growth,and death.

Economics is a study of production, distribution and consumption.

Economic cycle refers to the fluctuation of economic activity.

It is punctuated by rapid growth and relative stagnation.

To avert cyclic recessions , we have to evolve a theory , insulated ,from political supervision, elite intervention,lobbyists interpretation , and government interference.

Artificial abundant credit subsidizing and unsustainable over investment has  landed economy in a soup.

Cyclic progression is a manifestation of nature.. it is a natural evolution, a general requiem.

Tapping the energy , utilising the resource, striking the chord, at the appropriate period , will lead us to a suhanubhava in life.

Similarly economic evolution  can  be envisaged by linking firms, technology , innovations and developments in one core medium.

Economy should be disconnected from Politics. It should work as an independent body,with the motto of ‘Progress’

Political dominance, , controversial interference ,,and tricky media will suspend the rapid stride of economy, which has to be nonchalant and infuriatingly creative.

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A Serene Solitude.


”What is this life , if full of care ,

No time to stand and stare.”

 These lines are an exact depiction of  the years , when my children were around.

I was up at 6 in the morning, taking one child  to the bath, waking up another and stroking another gently.

The eldest was a real imp. I had to coax , cajole and finally shout at him to do the morning chores. He would push his books and exercise notebooks into his school bag, gobble his breakfast, drink his cup of milk in one big gulp, and rush  to the gate.

I slipped  into my couch, it was not to be long, my second one was  up in his arms. Ma , he shouted  “it is getting late”. I rushed to the bath, tucking , my sari, gave him a hurried cleansing. He was a determined , diligent child, but at the same time very stubborn. He took his own sweet time . to break his fast.,and refused to take his milk. I forcibly poured the milk down his throat. But before he could wipe his mouth, his school bus was honking and the driver was calling out. He made a mad dash.

I waved  and leaned on my gate, when the little one slithered near me, with a  mischievous grin. I took him in my arms, smothering him with kisses.He babbled something unfamiliar, and gave a doting look. I slowly prepared him for his morning sojourn at play school.He cried hoarsely ,and the play school was jolted by his shout,when I dropped him.

Today, unusually all these anecdotes cross my mind

My children have flown away,have taken wings.

My house is a ghost of what it was.There is no noise,no activities,no movement.It is silent, sober, and sullen.

 I go to my first son’s bedroom,look at the photographs on the wall,he posing as captain of his college Tennis team. Drying my moist eyes,  I enter  my second son’s room.The cups and shields,displayed bring back nostalgic memories of his prowess as a most competitive student. Controlling my tears, I step into my little one’s . A  grand decor greets me. His eye for art, his choice of furniture, his study desk with his portraits,and a small library talk volumes of his qualities. I burst out, I cry uncontrollably..

I rush to my own bedroom,I sob, I whimper  a fondling hand embraces me,that of my husband.

 I pour out my feelings, but my husband is a silent participator- in  both joy and in solitude,

That makes a difference.

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A Pack Of Falling Cards.


Friday beckons Banks collapse in U.S.

25 , banks have so far failed.

They crumble like a pack of cards.

The queries and comparisons to bank failures in 1930 and 1989, seem frivolous.

Looking back , recollecting the experiences, reflecting on the woes, and brooding over the dead ,has become a  trend of the day.

Drawing comparisons, inclining to find  consolation in the previous failures. reconciling to the present dreadful scenario  by relating to past debacles is but an inevitable acceptance  of the  severity of the crisis.

The major cause for  the dwindling economy , is mismanagement, greed and over confidence.

Loans have been advanced without proper appraisals

Money had been disbursed in haste, for very low interest.

Extreme superiority and indulging arrogance and conniving deceit   has led to the fiasco.

Banks failures are to be taken seriously ,as it predicts the total stagnancy of the treasury.

If treasury becomes an empty repository, then where will the country nestle  snugly  ?

 

such .

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Environmental Hazards


 Navigating through a crowded street in my home town, I found the most detestable practices in its full form.

The street was a hub of trading activities,

Lorries and go carts  were plying up and down, unloading fruits, vegetables, coconuts and groceries.

The load men were spitting  on the road, the drivers smoking beedi and cigarettes, and the female vendors  also added to the disarray by spitting betel juice.

The whole area was messy, strewn with  vegetable left overs  The stray dogs and the loitering cows were having a sumptuous feast, feeding on the discarded vegetables and fruits.

 Dogs looked shabby, with bruises all over and the cows were smelly and malnourished.

An important commercial area looked so ghastly and horrible.

Is it advisable to buy and sell the consumer goods in such a stinking unhealthy environment?

 When complained ,the health authorities  turned  a deaf ear to the pleas of the citizens.

They are appeased by the handsome give outs by the shopkeepers.

 In the milieu,individual satisfaction overwhelms collective discontent..

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Find Me a Business House?


Find me a business house with integrity?

Find me a business house with morality?

Find me a business house with consumer safety?

Find me a business house with ethics?

Find me a business house with regulation?

Find me a business house  without corruption?

Find me a business house without bribery?

Find me a business house without scandals?

Find me a business house without whistle blowing?

Find me a business house without executive compensation?

Find me a business house without misleading account analysis?

Find me a business house without infringement?

Find me a business house without employee raiding?

Find me a business house without piracy?

If you succeed in finding one such, then I assure you of economic renaissance.

There will be no looking back.

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Thirukarthigai.


Karthigai , is the festival of lights ,in South India.

This ritual centres around Lord Subramania.

Thiruvannamlai, the abode of God Arunachaleswar, is the cynosure of all eyes , during the Karthigai rejoicement.A gigantic depam is lit , and the Lord is taken in a procession,around the hills.

It is called as Thiruvannamali deepam.

Millions gather to watch this colourful  ceremony.

The air reverberates with the frenzied cry  of  the devotees, as they  hail Arunachaleswara.

.Almost in all temples throughout South India , akal deepams are lit,and chokappaan is burnt, pointing to  fire, which constitutes one of the five  elements of life

.Ladies offer prayers at home, and decorate their  houses with eye catching kolams and deeyas

The   entire house is spruced up.right from the basement to the attic . 

 Old , unusable and unwanted things  are  brougt down and disposed  by setting them ablaze. 

This practice,  is an obeisance to fire, which constitutes one of the five  elements of life.

 This large scale illumination  denotes that the  external light reflects the inner self   It is a metaphorical allusion to Wisdom  which radiates the mind,and  compassion which extolls the soul .

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Debt Recovery Tribunal of India -Part-III


The anomalies in the judgements of DRT is  extremely painful to the companies.

The modifications in the RBI  one time settlements are too many and too difficult to adhere.

The stipulateded time  is too short,, the  procedures  are confusing , the bureaucratic behaviour  of the banks  is suffocating,and  the  inhuman sneer of the DRT is humiliating.

As ,in all government offices, Corruption and bribery , are predominant in DRT.

The Presiding officer, the recovery officers, the inspectors and the sub staff , expect a sizable amount to conclude the case.

The appeal, however meritorious, however, much based on factual, however genuine in its submission, wil  not find a positive judgement.

But a petition,  extremely out of context, based on blatant lies, a compound of fiction and falsification , will end up triumphantly, for reasons best known to the judges, who have taken an oath to act without prejudice  on Holy scriptures like Bhagavad Gita, Bible and Koran.

“Satyameva jaya dev” Truth ever prevails is the clarion call of Lord Krishna.

“Asatyameva jayadev”.Untruth ever prevails , is the tall claim of DRT.

. With the enormous powers vested on the tribunal, it can identify wiful defaulters from  genuine failures and pronounce judgement accordingly.

Industries have failed in their repayment, but the DRT’s have to go beyond its circumvention.

Why have they failed ?

Did they swindle?

Did they lose ?

Was it due to mismangement?

Did the banks aided them with adequate finance and at the appropriate time.?

What was the rate of interest the bank levied on its advances?

Did the bank give  them another opportunity?

Did the bank meted out unbiased treatment to the so called   powerful industrilist, and the simple modest  entrepreneur.?

The DRT , has the infrastructure, it has the man power, it possesses the money vibrancy , as it is backed by the Finance Ministry ..

It has to establish truth and codify a congenial industrial climate.

The officials should rise above the frailties of money , power and rank, and give out a verdict to make India shine and emerge as a super power.

Will the DRT respond?

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Economy in Twitters.


Lub a dub , lub a dub , dub, dub

The heart of economy is racing, and  pounding  like an athlete.

Palpitation has set in. There  will  be a  sure nervous break down.

I recall . the rhyme,

“Old Mac Donald had a farm.

E-I-E-I-O.

And on his farm he had a cow,

with a moo,moo.

here a moo , there a moo,

everywhere a moo, moo.

Old Mac Donald had a farm.

E-I=E-I-O

 A curious analogy though,, the global  economy which  is  obsessed by surprises and apprehensions, is akin to Old Mac Donald’s farm

Global  economy has  clandestine eruptions.

And on it , there are  a bear and a bull.

with a  gobble,gobble,

here  a gobble , there  a gobble

everywhere a  gobble, gobble

Global economy has  volcanic  eruptions.

E-I-E-I-O.

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The Bubbly Bubble


A mild relief  and a gentle  vibrancy prevails.

The stocks have risen worldwide by a margin.

Christmas   will be in thick of joy and merriment. as economy is being given a face lift.

Finances , as it looks , are very  heavily made up, with bail out policy , stimulus packages and other perquisites.

In U.S auto makers , will get  their share of  rescue funds.

In India , the  overseas mutual funds have returned, the markets  had a brisk trading.

There is a temporary respite.

The bubble ,is slowly getting inflated by artificial measures.

Will it sustain?  Will it reinforce? Will it race ahead?

The sustainability is very low, as the  economy is still very shaky.

The reinforcement , will take off, as many proactive measures are leveraged.

The racing ahead will be more pronounced, initially, then slowly drag and end up in an affirmed limp.as there is virtually nothing in the receptacle.

The empty bowl is being filled up by the tax payer’s money. 

The lobbyists and politicians rattle and  prattle , as though they are striving hard to resurrect economy.

The unfathomable peril has yet to be deciphered.

We have seen only the  apparent , the virtuosity is appalling.