Warrier's Collage on Wednesday March 5, 2025

Welcome To Warrier's COLLAGE On Wednesday, March 5, 2025 Happy Birthday To My Daughter Reshmy who made this Collage possible A Book Release The Eternal Shore : A Heartfelt Journey of Love, Loss, and Renewal in Coastal Kerala By Reshmy Warrier https://amzn.in/d/dOslIfC Kindle Edition available @Amazon.in. Print edition of the book is available in India at https://store.pothi.com/book/reshmy-warrier-eternal-shore/ Amazon Book overview Don’t Miss the Captivating New Novella by Reshmy Warrier! In the tranquil coastal village of Neeravaram, Kerala, where golden sands meet swaying coconut palms, Maya embarks on a deeply emotional journey of self-discovery, love, and healing. Her life is forever shaped by Appu, her childhood friend turned devoted companion, whose unwavering presence has defined her past in ways she never expected. When fate draws her back to Neeravaram, Maya is forced to confront the choices that led her away—and the man who never left. As she rebuilds her life, one question haunts her: will she find the courage to release the past and embrace the beauty of the present? Praise for The Eternal Shore: "A heartbreakingly beautiful tale of love, loss, and redemption that will stay with you long after you turn the final page." —Ava Sinclair A must-read for fans of emotionally charged stories, The Eternal Shore is a heartfelt, uplifting novel that explores themes of resilience, second chances, and the transformative power of human connection. Set against the stunning coastal backdrop of Kerala, this evocative story weaves a powerful narrative of love, loss, and renewal. Through unforgettable characters and a deeply moving plot, it highlights the healing power of unexpected bonds and the strength found in love and hope. Discover why readers everywhere are falling in love with The Eternal Shore. A story for everyone, a story for a lifetime. B Reader's Responses to Collage of March 4, 2025 : 1) Chittanandam Mini Krishnan's piece on crows and your comments thereon and your Unending Doubts are interesting. Chittanandam 2) C V Subbaraman, Mysuru On Inflation management: When Government of India cannot control inflation, substantially because of its own profligacy in expenditure and its utter failure to help production of goods and services to the desired, it found it convenient to pass this task on to the Central Bank of the country, a creation of the same failed Government! The Government wants an agency to shoulder this responsibility so that it can stand away and aloof from accountability. The Central Bank also knows that it cannot fully and to the desired level control inflation because the factors causing inflation are not within its control. So it creates a drama - of using tools like interest rate, open market operations, managing liquidity reserves of banks, etc. In this drama, it takes help from Government too! The exercise goes on, the common man is fooled that some thing is being done to control inflation. Look back what has happened during the past 70 years. Has ever inflation come under control? My pension when I retired from RBI in 1994 was only Rs 5K odd per month. Now along with DR and merger of DR and revision, etc. only because of inflation, it has become 19 times. Look not at this alone. Look what was the price of gold in 1994 and what is the price today. Look what was the price of silver in 1994 and what it is today. For any Central Bank Governor to claim that RBI has succeeded in controlling inflation, it will be a fictional story and a lot of amusement to a real thinker and even to an economic adviser to Government. Here is what I wrote in September 2022 on Inflation Management : On Inflation Management. The buzz word now is inflation, Which is no cause for elation, Not for any jubilation Or for any celebration. It is a demon or disease, Tried to be treated not with ease, By doctors called Economists Who do not have ready cure lists; Some theorise like communists While others back capitalists, Some prefer to ape socialists, Yet others protest with clenched fists. Prices witness an all-round rise When common man suffers and cries, Government knows not where answer lies. The central banker makes some tries And tinkers with interest rates, Ere other steps he contemplates, For, easy options are tried first Though they may result in the worst. Inflation is the hot topic, Its discussion is endemic, In all meetings and seminars As if strategy in great wars, But the solution eludes all And prices do not make a fall. This results in many a brawl, And thin sales in every mall. People have to perforce endure, For which no one has any cure, The world moves on merrily round Leaving the folks to lick their wound. When the price rise becomes static The new level becomes basic For the future inflation rate, People resign unto their fate. They soon forget though not forgive And learn to suffer and to live As they have only Hobson’s choice And little else now to rejoice. Wisdom dawns on the horizon Too late in the day, when all’s done: The best way to curb inflation Is to refrain from consumption And the will to shun temptation Without any hesitation. This is time-tested solution, The ultimate revelation. C V Subbaraman September 2022 3) R Jayakumar Tuesday, 4th Collage reached me a day early on Monday, 3rd at close of business. I am forced to point out this discrepancy for some reason. I was curiously attracted to read the article 'When the Crows Cry' and instantly felt like responding to it. It is because today ( Monday) in the morning it so happened that the Crow in me did cry for the first time. I had gone to attend a funeral at Chembur where many close relatives, neighbours and acquaintances had gathered. My brother, four years younger to me, had a fall about five years back which resulted in a slight memory loss or dementia in him. As his sugar could not be kept in control due to his dislike for medicine and restricted diet he developed diabetic foot, gangrene and finally the amputation. Last week when I made a call on him he did not recognise me. Yesterday morning my niece phoned and said, "Periappa, my father is no more". Today the funeral mass in the church was at 10 AM and the presiding priest and a daughter spoke to the assembly about how we all missed a loving Soul which is now with the Creator. Then the coffin was taken to the graveyard where the burial procedures went through. Before the grave could be fully closed and decorated with flowers half the crowd went to help themselves with samosas, biscuits and tea which had been arranged in advance. In all funerals I always wait near the grave until it is closed and flowers put on them fully. When the decoration of the grave was over I was, as the head of the surving members of the family, asked to say a prayer for the departed Soul. From childhood I never miss, as far as possible, attending funerals of relatives and any known person. I started the prayer reminding the surrounding relatives that my brothers Soul had surely reached the hands of God because he received the final anointing before death and we should feel happy for that. Then I said that he has gone to give company to my parents, a brother and two sisters who have already gone to heavenly abode. Then I suddenly burst into sob and cry. I have never cried in my life ever since I became an adult. Hundreds of deaths hundreds of funerals I have visited and gave words of courage to others but I never cried. Today It was uncontrollable and someone else had to complete the prayer. Everyone started looking at me with awe and wonder and treated me caringly. The Crow in Me cried Today. Sitting in a corner my thought went to a poem on funerals. I don't remember the words. But what they meant I put in my own words ... Shed not your tears at my grave But cry with me while I suffer alive Bring no wreath to my coffin But gift me a rose when we meet at dawn Praise me not in your funeral speech But chat with me and be within my reach Come not in a black suit for I am dead But be a rainbow when eyes don't close in bed Remember me when I am with you For when I am gone it's all of no value. R Jayakumar