Warrier's Collage March 31, 2021

Welcome to Warrier's Daily COLLAGE On Wednesday March 31, 2021 Good morning. Spirituality/Faith Having born in this mundane world, every human has to perform an action which we call KARMA...or Action .. Action performed with selfish desires. Action performed with unselfish desires. Action performed without desires... Nithya Karma, for a Hindu is that duties performed daily . They are a bath before kitchen duties, lighting a lamp and worship At dusk daily, offering water and food to dead ancestors and also, erforming daily chores to run a household.. There is no Sin involved in not performing these duties, but a lot of bonus points accrue for the person performing these duties diligently... Naimittika Karma is performing duties in order to achieve a specific desire.. There is no penalty or Sin involved in not performing these duties as the main aim of these is to achieve a desired result and not accrue any points for spirituality.. The Purānas and the Vedas have a lot of recipes for achieving heart’s desires And elaborate methods of sacrifice and penance are given to achieve them.. The third kind of duty is the spiritual one—- the one to which no desire Is attached. These duties never attract any kind of Sin and they are performed without any desire... Meditation, Yoga and Sadhana are included in Aadhyatmika Karma.. We will be evaluated in the end impartially by our action and we have to face the good and bad of it...... As age advances, everyone has to understand these three in-depth by our action.. V. T. Panchapagesan. To see Bimbadhar Mishra's latest cartoons please visit the website at https://bimbadharmishra.in Nice Day M G Warrier M A Interaction 1) M G Warrier Mumbai Yesterday, I was trying to explain the content and context of Collage. For me, Collage was a necessity when the Pandemic closed many doors and windows. Decided to share space with like-minded people. For audience, I depended on two RBI Retirees' Groups and my contacts. Response has been encouraging. My "original" contribution to the content is not much. I use published articles* as far as possible. Exception is made when the subject is confusing/non-controversial. Like Philosophy, Psychology, jokes, Mythology etc *Like this: https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/readersblog/warriersviews/lucky-with-food-and-blessings-30705/ Excerpts: "Food shared while travelling has a different kind of story to tell. Beyond taste. Once, while travelling by train in first class towards Chennai, in the four-seater enclosure, the great musician Semmangudi Srinivasa Iyer and I were the only passengers. When someone came to take orders for dinner, and I was about to place an order and pay, Swami (Semmangudi) intervened and prevented, saying: “I’ve brought nice “Dosas” for you. Don’t take outside food!” 2) Vathsala Jayaraman Chennai At the age of 79, I arrive at the Collage doors even at 6 15 am eagerly awaiting the click sound of WhatsApp. This is the motivator. I open the last page first and start the day with a hearty laugh on enjoying "leisure time" tips and news offered by Shri Ramadurai, Venugopal and others..It is really a soothing balm to the oldies troubled with many factors. Then comes the spiritual pep from Shri Panchapagesan giving us a great awakening. Then I allot my time to other areas amidst kitchen duties. Thank you Warrier, for offering admission into real collage, a gateway of multiple interests and choices. Dear Collage, let me be fortunate to visit, view and grasp whatever possible within my capacity as long as possible. 3) S R Badrinarayanan Chennai Warrier, Collage is your child- and is there anybody under the Sun not liking or loving a child.. The more a child is adored more the kid makes the place live and spreads happy vibrations. The Collage is a lovely child liked by all and naturally the child in all its innocence makes the atmosphere happy and enjoyable. Unsaid, the credit is to the creator. Congrats Warrier. The readership and the contributors will see a big rise. And, as I had suggested in a previous email, in the foreseeable future, I am sure there is bound to be a dedicated receipients of the interesting digest. .. Badri 4) Muthulakshmi Subramanian About Collage on Holi 2021: "Interesting to go through" 5) P P Ramachandran Mumbai Deeply grateful for including in Collage not only my letter but also one from my brother P P Krishnan. I am conscious of the amount of work you put in to bring out every day "Collage". Typos are inevitable. Kindly ensure proper names are properly spelt. In today's issue you cover the book " How to Win Friends and Influence People" by DALE CARNEGIE Alas! The author's name is spelt wrongly twice Once, in the article How to Win Friends and Influence People By Deil Carnegie Second time, in the review** By Dale Canergie, 1936 (first edition), 1981 (most recently revised edition), 250 pages. PPR **This is at Website. If possible, kindly correct and let me know. Anyway, till 1922 he was Carnagey🙏-Warrier ( Better skip Collage. Collage has taken the liberty to correct your response in 8 places, mostly use of capital letters and spacing between words. It happens. AND Wikileaks*: Forest Hills, New York, U.S. Dale Carnegie (/ˈkɑːrnɪɡi/; spelled Carnagey until c. 1922; November 24, 1888 – November 1, 1955) was an American writer and lecturer, and the developer of courses in self-improvement, salesmanship, corporate training, public speaking, and interpersonal skills. Born: Dale Harbison Carnagey; *Takeaway: Proper names and surnames from other languages/geographies are spelt in English differently by different individuals. And by the same person differently in different contexts. Nothing to worry. My own surname started with "Varier" in SSLC Book, "Wariyar" in degree certificate and "Warrier" from 1963. Now: 6) C V Subbaraman Mysuru Joke... Woman includes man! "Joke? You cannot beat a woman. True. That is why she is woman: Wo(e) unto man!" Then... Woman has always been all powerful, encompassing Man within her! The words Woman includes Man, Lady includes Lad, She includes he, Shrimati includes Shri, Manushi includes Manu, Naaree includes Nar, ......... Subbaraman B Cover Story : G Sreekumar Cheñnai https://madrascourier.com/biography/the-splendoured-gardens-of-c-d-deshmukh/# Excerpts: "appreciation of a garden lies not with the gardener but with the observer of the many gardens I have cultivated.” – C.D. Deshmukh, The Course of My Life. (S S Tarapore had reservations about the dragging presentation of RBI History Vol I and content selection of Volumes I and II. He expected future historians to do justice to the subject. He shared these thoughts when he was suggesting that I should try to understand more about the first two RBI goveenors and publish an article on them. It didn't happen. Maybe, destiny has passed on the work to Sreekumar.) C Readers' Contribution 1) C V Subbaraman Mysuru Like this there have been other writings. But it is good to be reminded about this TRUTH once a while. Shri P M Bhat is a retired officer of erstwhile Syndicate Bank and has been a friend of mine for over thirty years. subbaraman THE WORLD IS MINE Today, upon a bus, I saw a beautiful woman and wished I were as beautiful. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and used a crutch. But as she passed, she passed a smile. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs; the world is mine. I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad. If I were late, it'd do no harm. And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind. It's nice to talk with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind." Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes; the world is mine. Later while walking down the street, I saw a child I knew. He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to do. I stopped a moment and then I said, Why don't you join them dear?" He looked ahead without a word. I forgot, he couldn't hear. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two ears; the world is mine. With feet to take me where I'd go, With eyes to see the sunset's glow, With ears to hear what I'd know, Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine. After all, it's just a simple reminder that we have so much to be thankful for! Give the gift of love. It never comes back empty! I have been truly blessed with some very beautiful people in my life. And this comes as a token of thanks! Anonymous. D Readers' Contribution 1) V Babusenan Thiruvananthapuram Tantamount (to)... Closing Remarks My dear friend, Shri PKK Nair, is like the proverbial angler who will not catch the fish but enjoy the sight of many a fish hovering round the worm on the hook. This time his worm was the word 'tantamount' which is followed by the preposition 'to'. (This looks like an oxymoron because the word 'preposition' refers to something that comes before and not after) As Shri Nair says, it should be used as an adjective and not a verb. Here, the villain seems to be a somewhat similar expression 'amount to' where it is used as a verb. Similarly, we are accustomed to use the word 'advisory' as an adjective as 'in his advisory capacity' but these days it is used as a noun in news media like 'the goverment has issued an advisory'. When I say : "I had seen the shooting of Adoor Gopalakrishnan's epoch-making film' Swayamvaram', youngsters will tell me: " Uncle, why 'shooting' ? 'shoot 'is enough." (here, verb is used as noun) Language is dynamic and it doesn't bother about us, the sticklers. If I say 'the most unkindest cut of all', you will jump at me yelling: "That is wrong. You should not use a double superlative." But, Shakespeare is Shakespeare. He sidelined grammar for the sake of effectiveness. What better expression there could be to refer to the stab injury caused by the dagger of a most trusted friend! ( In the play 'Julius Caesar' Mark Antony was referring to the stab wound on Caesar's body caused by his friend Brutus) 'The Hindu' could have used the expression 'moving out' but that would not convey the twin feelings of majesty and speed evoked in those who gathered at the Egmore station as effectively as 'steaming out,' though a diesel engine does not produce steam. I tried to enjoy the sight by closing my eyes. Then, I heard a familiar voice calling aloud "Eureka,Eureka" The pre-condition for calling' Eureka' is that the caller should be stark naked like Archimedes. The sight was not that pleasant and, to save myself, I opened my eyes. 2) S Nallasivan Hyderabad Healing the Hapless Palayamkottai is the hottest place in Southern Tamil Nadu. But thanks to the previous day’s thunder showers, in the morning, cool breeze was caressing me when I took a seat in a crowded bench under the sprawling Neem tree in front of the main building at Tirunelveli Medical College Hospital. As the morning OP has just commenced the entire campus was brimming with sick people of all kind milling around various counters to get their precious OP slip. The scene would have made a fish market to shame as the shrill deafening noise appeared to make a physical assault on even people like me sitting outside. I noticed medical students, both young men and women alighting from their two wheelers and swift on their heels, with their white coat spread like wings to make up for their delayed arrival. For a moment I was given to the impressions that butterflies in their white wings were descending from different directions and converged at the main entrance. The Medical College has been celebrating its golden jubilee and it is a prestigious medical institution in the southernmost part of the State, having all the specialist departments including Cardiology, Neurology and Oncology and half a dozen Sate of the Art Operation Theatres. The presiding deities, reverently addressed as the "Chief" in white coat with their healing rope, hanging around their necks carried themselves as if with a Halo over their head. These presiding deities and the other lesser gods who have long forgotten Hypocrite’s oath have only angry outbursts and irritated frown on their face etched permanently towards the sick and suffering. The foundation for this High Ground Hospital was laid when I was still an undergraduate student at the St.Xavier's College across, have now grown in stature has added new wings and additional structures. Thankfully some of the founding fathers of this College in their wisdom, thought it fit to plant neem trees all around and the trees now in their full bloom make it appear that the entire institution is buried among a veritable jungle of Neem and Peepal Besides the plethora of Medical and surgical wings, the administration should have thought it fit to provide an additional Department for faith healing. A small building has come up in the eastern corner under the huge Peepal tree, close to the new Administrative block and showing its hind to the main building as if they are rival healers and refusing the presence of the other. Here a three feet tall Ganapathi is the presiding healer with his human agent who operate the Department of faith and healing for two hours in the morning and another two hours in the evening. During my earlier visits, I used to wonder why Ganapathi’s Department also should not have four hours OP, co-terminus with the Hospital schedule. Later I was to find, in His wisdom the temple Healer though restricted his services to two hours in the morning has leased out the next two hours to a woman soothsayer who operates from the same premises. Just before the temple priest bring the curtains down on his dispensation, an old woman in her late sixties draped in a blood red sari with a matching blouse and a shoulder bag of the same shade, offers prayers to the Lord and opens her shop for the next two hours. She is a soothsayer and a small time Godwoman, and she proclaims and speaks with authority bordering on arrogance that Goddess Mariamma descends on her to help her followers. The Sandal paste smeared from end to end in her fore head and the vermilion paste applied in the middle robs of any serenity and her appearance would send chill and shivers through the spine. Her wares are spread in front of the temple under another tree. She has a bowl full of sacred ash, a tin of camphor. Before spreading her (Cowrie sea shell) “chozhl” to the yellow piece of cloth she takes out a finely polished black stick of about feet long with shining brass bands at both the ends. To make matters, more fearsome she cuts two full lemons, parted in the middle smeared with vermilion. Now her shop is open for business. It is sight to witness people, who do not want to leave anything to chance and seeks out words of comfort and solace from what ever be the source; this helps the old lady to have a reasonable business to sustain herself comfortably. Some people, while passing her touches her feet and drops a coin or two, without attempting to seek her intervention. There comes a middle aged lady and her sad expression, and poor financial status writ large on her face, evinces interest and sits opposite the healer. The old lady closes her eyes and in a gruff voice invokes some prayers; she takes out her magic wand and touches the forehead of the lady sitting opposite. It is a surprise that neither of them discuss the problem at hand. Possibly the shining black stick has transmitted the data file. The chozhi drawn indicates some number, the one spread upwards are reckoned for the diagnosis and the soothsayer does not seem happy with the out come and again closes her eyes with a murmur on her lips. Few seconds are enough to bring a thin smile to her face and this is reflected immediately on the sad woman sitting opposite. The soothsayer now lets out the secret communion she had through divine intervention. She pronounces that the lady’s husband (How did she know that it was the husband?) lying in the hospital is indeed in precarious condition; Though his time is about to run out, she has pleaded with her Mariamma, who has at last been convinced of the need for an extended lease of life. She then offers aarthi and the woman in plight touches the lady’s feet when she receives vermilion on her parting, an indication, of successful intervention. The seeker of intervention unwinds her sari fold and takes out a full five rupee coin and places it at the other lady’s feet. The soothsayer commands that her services are divine and she would not seek intervention, if she had not been offered full fifteen rupees. The hapless lady again takes out another two rupees and places it down. The soothsayer is now convinced the purposelessness of any further negotiation. When there was no other client in the vicinity, she opens a small steel container and religiously opens it and takes out from the heap, two tablets and equal number of capsules and gulp them down with the syrup bottle which was nearly empty. If I had been sitting close by I would have decoded her murmurs that she was reminding herself that she should visit the Pharmacy in the Hospital, opposite, to collect her fortnightly quota of medicine for her couple of serious ailments. Until another hour is out and her lunch break is due, she would help in retrieving lives in peril lying in the wards, invoking her divine intervention. I am a happy and contented man that all the three branches, medical intervention dispensed from the opposite building, faith therapy offered through the Lord Ganesha and Mariamma’s divine intervention through the soothsayer are working in tandem and there is no conflict of interest in healing the suffering of sick human. S.Nallasivan E Blogs & Links 1) A Swallowed Coin* A swallowed coin: https://thg.page.link/Akkn3VtESgx86wndA Excerpts: "The child could be around four years. TV channels were reporting the death of a three-year-old. Is this the same child or a tragic coincidence? I was looking for escape routes to convince myself. TV bulletins started coming out with even more startling details: “Doctors everywhere had advised to wait and see.” Next day morning also, there was no response from the child’s father. By lunchtime, he sent me another X-ray. It was clear. No coin inside. Obviously, he missed the coin in the stool. His son was fit and well. The message was passed to all my friends and they all let a sigh of relief. But how did the other child die? Nobody knows how and when tragedy strikes. You have to wait and see." *Link suggestion: Dr T V Surendran Mananthavady F Leisure 1) 10 Minutes Theory 10 Minutes Theory 🖐 Sit for 10 mins before a housewife - you will feel life is too difficult. Sit for 10 mins before a drunkard - you will feel life is very easy. Sit for 10 mins before sadhus & sanyasis - you will feel like gifting away everything in charity. Sit for 10 mins before a leader - you will feel all your studies are useless. Sit for 10 mins before a life insurance agent - you will feel that it is better to die. Sit for 10 mins before traders - you will feel your earnings are too meager. Sit for 10 mins before scientists - you will feel the enormity of your own ignorance. Sit for 10 mins before good teachers - you will feel like wanting to become a student again. Sit for 10 mins before a farmer or a worker - you will feel you are not working hard enough. Sit for 10 mins before a soldier - you will feel your own services & sacrifices are insignificant. Sit for 10 mins before a good friend - you will feel your life is heaven! That is the value & greatness of friendship...!!! 2) Audit your Life once! Today is Annual Closing 🙏 https://www.wisesayings.com/audit-quotes/ Like: "Remember that even if you haven't been audited in the past, it doesn't mean you won't be in the future. And it only takes one audit to ruin your day." Kathy Burlison G Handle, With Care Quotes about spelling and grammar https://www.scoopwhoop.com/humor/grammar-nerds-zindabad/ Dedicated to all who are unhappy with Collage English.

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