Stand Together

Today is New Year's Day! Unbelievably another year has passed away and a new one has begun. Its celebration time and a time to make resolutions (to be broken the same day!).  On one such new year's day when I was in school, I was upset and angry because I couldn't wear pretty earrings to Church. The old one's didn't come off :(  I was sitting in my room in the afternoon when my dad gave me a small book to read. It was called "In Celebration of Being Alive" I cannot recall the author's name now. It was a story about a childerns hospital. In this hospital some children were permenant patients. I cannot remember their illness now but there was one boy who had suffered 3rd degree burns and wanted to be a racer. His car was his neighbour's wheelchair. I remember this boy because his description was extremly graphic and so was his character.  He celebrated each day because he was alive and because his condition was better than most of the children who co

On Sunday evening my friend Danny sent me a text message asking if I liked the movie Geetanjali. I of course love the movie! Just one of those amazingly simple and amazingly innocent Telugu movies. Ah I miss those good old times when movies such as Geetanjali and Anjali were made. Where have they gone? I used to love watching Telugu movies back then and now I absolutely hate them! No good music, no acting skills whatsover, no quality. These days Telugu movies are full of trash, violence and noise (inclusive of the music). The women hardly wear any clothes, the men jump and scream. Who acts? Are these movies or road side nautankis! Nautankis are better. Let's talk about the music. Compare the super duper Illai Raja to the present musicians. Compare "Amani padave tiyaga" to " Aa ante amlapuram " (was this music or was a female tantrik trying to coax an evil spirit into entering someone's body?) With all the technological advances one would expect better mo

Yesterday evening when I was having a pillow fight with my dog, a sharp cry rang out from one end to a street to the other. It was a painful cry of a dog hurt badly. My dog stopped the game and began scratching the door to let herself out. Thinking that a dog fight is ensuing in the street I didnt let my dog out (not wanting her to get hurt). I stepped out into my street to realise that my neighbour's three month old pup was hurt, probably with a broken leg. Some kid from the next lane hit the pup with a huge stone! When will people learn teach their children to behave themselves and respect animals? The kid got away with just a soft scolding from his mother the reason she gave "jaane dijiye, abhi bacha hai." Imagine that! Isn't a three month old pup a bacha too? If the kid was hit the could point out and cry out and tell where it exactly hurts but what about this pup? It could only hide in the corner withering and whimpering in pain. Some memories came back when I sa