Truth of Obama’s Talk

A inspired talk which shaken the minds of Indian government but it has a great meaning behind.

Today morning i woke up and went to the bathroom for clearing my eyes. At that time i saw my face in the mirror and a voice echoed suddenly deep in my brain saying that “whats the best thing i have to do today both for me and my country?”.  well actually i couldn't guess any answer at that time. Then i went to the door to pick up today’s THE HINDU newspaper dated 4 Aug 2010. I was curiously reading each part of the paper with each sip of fine coffee made by my mother. At that time few drops of my coffee fell on the bottom page (page 10) of the paper where a title lies called “Prevent jobs of the future going to India and china: Obama”. My blood started boiling at that moment  and cursed him to say such things. But when i gone through the whole new, My anger got slow downed. 

Why?

He said “we put forward a economic plan- a plan that is focused on making our middle class more secure and our country more competitive in the long run. So that jobs and industries
of the future aren’t going to china and india, but are being created right here in the U.S “. I wished that those words would have been spoken by our prime minister or president, but then i felt silly that words can change only those who respect it. So Indian never change  themselves in future, because they feel comfortable being a dependent on other nation. The people here dream for a car instead of a plane, at last they will get is a scooter.

A few people who aims big are now the stars of the country, for example Ambani groups or Biocon.

Why can’t every people aim and achieve like that? 

If that happens then India would be the most sophisticated and well develop country in the world. It can be an independent nation to be ever again.

My dream is to make my country  a top nation in Medicine and biotechnology. And i can do that only if i work hard for that. Hard work is one of the thing lacking, which is brings the nation back to the stone age.

Obama has spoken the truth, which he mean to say that human resources must be completely utilized in their own country instead of browning from other country as a cheap source.

DESIRE CAN TALK

When was the last time, you heard the inner voice telling you to do or to be something?

The inner voice speaks about our desire and brings us a lost gift out of no where.

I am going crazy day by day with these voices and my mother insisted me to consult a psychiatrist. It all begins like this; one day, I was shopping in a mall with my cousin and we went into a stationary cum book store for purchasing some novels. When I was looking around the shelf, suddenly my eyes caught the other shelf containing painting box and brushes through the small gap in book shelf. When I reached it, I was lost for two minutes looking at those beautiful stuffs.

What do you think might have happened? Well, guess for two minutes and continue reading further.

 Finished guessing, well!

I was arguing with my inner voice about my past empty dreams. Empty dreams! What would that be? 

You will discover that at the final end of this paper.

The inner voice was narrating me the things happened during my childhood days:-

It says,”hey, you have made a wonderful artistic pictures on those days and why don’t you start that now again? ” .“But, it’s my past, how come I put that back in the present, listen I am a grown up now” I replied in miff.  

“Come on, forget your dad’s stupid talk”, replied with booming voice (I could feel my head shaking). When I heard those words, surprisingly I got the picture of my father slapping my face and was saying “Are you going to make a future with these painting brushes which has no future at all”.

Tears started to drip from my face and fall on the beautiful painting (A village women serving her tired husband) which I have painted with great enthusiasm.

 ‘Do you want anything, sir?’ A voice pushed my eyes back and as I looked at the astonishing face (shopkeeper) repeating the same question again and added “Are you all right sir?” I cleaned my sweating face and nodded my head like small kid. Now, how can I explain him that I was arguing with my inner voice?

My empty dream which I mentioned before is nothing but the desire to paint which was not fulfilled by me. And such empty dreams we can call or I called it as “DESIRE”. Now do believe that some thing can talk inside us also.

EDUCATION SYSTEM FOR STUDENTS

Why Confinement?

Do you know? Life is what?

It is not, just to trot!

If so, it will blot,

The document which has your plot.

The plot is your goal,

The doc is your life.

The blot is the pole

at which you have to strive.

Think for a while,

You’ll find the jail.

If you want to bail,

Just read the tale.

                      The tale is nothing, but, just about the formal education of today’s students. The protruding notion about life among people is that “our destiny is decided by our academic performance”. But, that is truly false. Confinement to syllabic education cannot improve one’s knowledge. His/her aim to score cent percent in school syllabus prevents him from thinking over a wide range. We should possess general knowledge by reading other books. It is possible only when we get out of our formal confinement of syllabic knowledge. One should have participation in all extra-curricular activities which are an alternating choice that decide our future. Apart from this, one should be clear of the fact that only skills can make a person efficient. We must be aware of philosophy too. It helps to lead our life in a disciplined manner. Discipline is very necessary as it stops one from getting diverted towards useless wonders of this magical earth that serve to spoil our work and mental growth. So, life is not only reading and fulfilled skills, but, also includes our character. Remember!

“If character is lost, everything is lost”.

So, think wide!

Break the immaterial and inconsistent confinement!

Live lively,

Padhmini D

Pixar s Short Film For the Birds

Think positive Think innovative

A Disperate soul

Though you people put me apart

For the good of mine, you thought

But, I dint understand when small

that I was thinking about the fault

I myself come to realize now,

that a calf could love nothin but it's cow.

So many thoughts

filling the heart pots

please come soon near me

as only you can cure me

Don't leave your child in isolation

for she can never tolerate further separation

Get ready for the operation

with knives of determination

Cut down the thoughts filling her heart

and let her grieving thoughts flow apart.......

Written by 

D.Padhmini 

B-Tech Biotechnology

THE POOREST WOMAN ON EARTH

As Germination, Operation and Destruction,

stands above the GOD of creation.

Among his wonders, he put down,

 afterall a lifeless metal of crown.

Being it nominated gold,

it dominates the entire world.

With the power of value' ing it holds,

determines the colonies' notes.

Little sapiens roaming all day,

for innocent sensex tumble away.

Running after, without even hay,

ultimate remains are a few pay.

Earning them, saving them, being their job,

some other moment, they are the top.

Over the magazines, with photos of lusture,

as if, innovated, as Pasteur!

Insanous men never knew,

whatever they do,

I am ever, the richest!

Yet, if affection is lost,

I am THE POOREST WOMAN ON EARTH........

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wonderful lady on earth
Ms.D.Padhmini
B-Tech Biotechnology

FIRE BREATHING DRAGON

The painting has been using different brush strokes and the firing dragon is symbol of greatness, goodness and blessings.The Chinese Dragon, or Lung , symbolizes power and excellence, valiancy and boldness, heroism and perseverance, nobility and divinity. A dragon overcomes obstacles until success is his. He is energetic, decisive, optimistic, intelligent and ambitious. Unlike the negative energies associated with Western Dragons, most Eastern Dragons are beautiful, friendly, and wise. They are the angels of the Orient. Instead of being hated, they are loved and worshipped. Temples and shrines have been built to honor them, for they control the rain, rivers, lakes, and seas. Many Chinese cities have pagodas where people used to burn incense and pray to dragons. Special worship services took place there on the first and fifteenth of every month. Dragon shrines and altars can still be seen in many parts of the Far East. They are usually along seashores and riverbanks, because most Eastern Dragons live in water. 

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THE MESSENGER

The messenger

“Love teaches what life mean is,

But it provokes the death soon.

Raise the weak up on their feet.”

Words from ‘messenger of love ’

In the midday of fine June

Came the drastically doom

Outcries the deeds of lord

For the beloved ones, lost in deadpan.

Lay the peaceful soul over,

Wrapped on the sacred batiste.

In the shiny morning of the day

Left the world with divine ashes.

She rose as the lovely angel,

For which the time paid her.

With the melancholy song,

The maestro left the soil with tears.

Her thoughts and memories stays,

With grief in the hearts of mankind.

Sacrifices of her love to the weak

Make the whole world shine bright.

Dedicated to my lovely sister,

Nappinai

THE DIAMOND BOND

 

The diamond bond

On the cold dusty ground

Like a waif, he wanders around

Follows the savant’s footprint behind

In the world of abhor mind.

Of o on moonlight he moves

With rats and snakes in grooves

Chill wind flows over his skinny skin

Tamples down the weaken soul.

Like a cluster of old man’s hair

Seems the skies above

With the speed of light
came the angel of night.

Shines the lips with pearly teeth

Came the words of sweet

With touch of royal wand

Widens the smile of the man

For oft they roam around

On above the sandy mound

But o for the pang in heart

Sung the ode a lot.

“Talk with me; talk with me and me only

Play with me; play with me and me only

Laugh with me; laugh with me and me only

Because you’re the only one for me”

 

I wrote this poem because I want to express only one thing

Friendship is love; but love is not friendship.

Diary –the book of my past

After the night falls on…………

Through the nerves flows the stream of words

The ink of my thoughts touches the diary

Where the day begins with a dear words.

By the blessings of my king,

The day starts with a dear word.

And ends by a good night,

Between this lies the matter.

Together works my soul and mind,

Bringing the pain and pleasure inside a column.

Like a thief, I spent the night

Hiding myself to protect my thoughts.

Each words of mine speaks up

Saying “life is a tragedy”

Man is an organ of life

And god alone is life.

Releasing myself from this hatred world

Gives me the freedom to write

Through the book of my thoughts

Let the future knows about me.

I pray to my king for power and strength

Thou to achieve my goal

My prayers to the people of my land

For happy and prosperous life.

The beautiful death

In the moonlight ………………..

Stood I, in the state of oblivion

Through the jarring air

Flows the psalm of death.

Down to the earth, I fell

With pain ruling my soul

Resides her image in my mind

Giving me the odious feeling

Like a thief, she robbed;

My heart and time in a phaeton

Her soul belongs to an onus man

Whom I came to hear latter.

In my thought, she remains

Leaving half dead inside

On hearing the gospel of my master

Departs the soul from the world….

Lies my grave in a dust bowl

Where lies her footprint

To my master I pray

For her beloved man……………..