Creations are always beyond.
The same force that created the universe, planets, stars, galaxy, earth, etc. Have created you and we are here on purpose.
Hello everyone. It’s funny that the happiness we get even in our mid-fifties about our holidays is just crazy. Yes, the day is finally here and I am so excited about this holiday like my son did when he was in his teenage. I think there is no shame in that because if you look at the way this world works it is nothing but a circle.
Hi, my name is Joseph mariyappan, it was the 16th of August almost a quarter past 11 in the morning and we were packing for our family trip. And by family, I mean my son, my daughter in law, and my grandchildren. Being a retired bank staff I neither have much to contribute nor to participate in our family matter these days because, at this age, our family becomes their family. Things I do in my daily life is to wake up by 6 in the morning, have a coffee by 8, do a little of exercise by 9, breakfast by 10, lunch by 1, a coffee again by 5, dinner by 8, prayer before bed, and sleep by 9.
“Fine I know this is boring, and I think that’s what made me so excited about the holidays”
We were on our way to Kodaikanal, a beautiful place. No matter how many times one has been there, it never gets boring. I used to visit this place with my son when he was in his 7th grade.
Those summer holidays were the best for both of us. As the stress, the pressure, and the tension that I underwent at work, at family and outside would vanish by seeing him smile.
There were days that I made sure I never missed this trip even if I ran out of cash, just to see him happy.
“Yes I have sacrificed my lunch so many times just to save money for the trip and the food he wishes on the trip”. So what!! he meant the world to me.
Joseph mariyappan’s son. “Daddy I have something for you”
Joseph. “Yes I am coming, son”
Wow, he bought me a ginger tea with less sugar and reserved a seat on the stone bench. My perfect vacation spot and a perfect tea. He was so sweet not to forget these because little things are the ones we celebrate at this age, don’t we?.
I ran towards him like he did when he was in his 8th-grade where I took him to the same spot with his favorite ice cream in my hand. He created a beautiful moment all by. What else could I wish for?. My son is the best I could have. He took me almost everywhere we used to go. It was so nice and felt so good. Most importantly to be outside in the world where people actually notice you. I was totally happy to be out here leaving our home behind and those walls of my room.
The trip was extraordinary, he did everything almost every particular thing I did to him when he was a kid. But he missed out on the major part.
I used to take him on a trip to make him happy, to see him smile, wanting to explore, to do the things that I haven’t.
He did everything as I did, but the only difference is when the trip is done I used to take him straight to our home but he leaves me here in this old age home.
(Joseph wipes his tears)
“Thanks for the opportunity and this is how I spent my holidays”
(Joseph finishes his speech, in his old age home, which usually every one gives after holidays).
Two days had gone by since we took up this mission. We saw no sun, no rain, no storm, and no cold, our mission prioritized on cleaning the complete area and keeping the country free from enemies. Today was as hard as any other day. I had to get inside a hole, which was completely dark. But since I am trained to do this, I managed.
My fellow commanders were out there to make sure no one gets in. Being a major it was up to me to finish the mission.
But I was not keeping well today. My problem with wheezing kept troubling my breath. Nevertheless, that did not stop me. As I was approaching it got darker. The weapons I carried were so heavy but I had no complaints because I have been doing this for so long that I almost forgot the weight of it. My foot got quick wrinkles as there was water up to my knee level. My hand was already tired as I had to stretch it the entire way to make sure I hit nothing in the darkness. Tough days make you stronger than any other day. Finally, I reached the hotspot, I sensed the enemies were high and worst than calculated
I had no option but to fight alone.
The experience I have gained so far made me complete my task quickly. The job was done and the mission was successful.
I cleared the area quickly leaving nothing behind. I was tired, stinking, and barely able to walk.
Somehow I managed to reach the exit point. And to reach my friends I had to climb, which was the easiest part of all and I had a great relief when I touched the rope. I was almost close to getting out of it. But then, unfortunately the rope got cut and I fell down and collapsed. My heart rate went up and it was so hard to breathe in there. Though my friends tried hard to pull me out, due to lack of proper equipment, my story had come to an end.
My name is Shivanarayanan and I'm a drainage cleaner.
Everyone is good at their jobs, and every job is the same. The problem we have is we don't see that likewise. A man who does his job religiously is a man of respect. There is nothing to be ashamed of our job.
Being classified by our jobs is the most stupid thing ever.
Doctors get you cured of viruses and bacteria but we prevent you from them, Army men protect the borders but we protect the odors. Everyone is the same don't put us down in the name of jobs. Because no one can s(h)it down if we don't do our jobs.
(Shiva Narayanan's house TV playing in the background. Some random news channel )
Newsreader. (News 1) An army major died in the border trying to protect it. The family members are shattered to hear the news and totally depressed. People are posting his pic captioned "Real Hero" has gone viral
(News 2) Shivanarayanan a drainage cleaner died out of wheezing at work.
Shivanarayanan son. Ma I'm leaving for school.
Mom. Take care son, I'll be back home late from work
(DK rushes to the 1st floor, breathes heavily and slams the door shut as soon as he enters the House)
DK – It is almost half-past 9 in the morning on the 7th of February. There is so much special about this day. Today is Friday and I took off from my work and that makes my weekend long. I Woke up early, had a very nice shower, prepared good food for myself, and to top it all, today is my birthday. Yet, I’m standing in front of the mirror looking dejected, horrible, and broken because my brother was killed today.
Yes, it all happened today. My name is Rafiq Kanchan and I am a bachelor working for an MNC company as a marketing executive. The street that I reside in is well known for two particular things,
One is for the dogs, you could see them wandering, barking, sometimes chasing people or being chased by them. And The other is my apartment. Yes, and that’s because of my Landlady she is so strict, arrogant and so means that she never allows any outsiders to enter the house. Relatives of the tenants will be inquired about every single time no matter how often they visit. The tenants were not allowed to terrace for more than an hour daily.
Salesperson, delivery boys would be dealt with outside the gate itself. No one stayed in this apartment for more than a year. It was so tough to pretend to be nice but it was tougher to get myself a rented house being a bachelor, so I had no option but to be pleasant to her. I would never disturb her and would get past things without getting into an argument. I would adapt to the circumstances. I made sure that I was in her good books and that made me survive here for 3 years. That’s what we are always told to do, isn’t it? And this is what we called as getting experience and learning to get mature right? That’s what I thought too. Because everyone told me to be good, best, compete, achieve, adjust, and most importantly earn. I don’t remember anyone telling me to be myself, to be what I am, or to create my own set of qualities. Rather they handed me over a catalogue to follow and that’s what I was doing all these days. Leading a bachelor’s life has many hardships and difficulties, The saddest part of it is “being all alone” which makes us vulnerable and scary!.
Oops! “I just went off track let me take a U-turn”.
Everything was on track. That was my third week in town and this apartment, everything was new and everyone was minding their own business. As I said it was so lonely. Just then I saw him exiting one house and entering the other as he had no mother or father to take care of him. He used to go around the streets for food and shelter. Some gave him food, some bought him biscuits, and some made space outside their homes so he could spend the night if it rains.
I used to cook a little extra every time, as I was having a tough time cooking, not knowing how much to cook and that was the least of my worries. So that’s when I started providing him with the leftovers daily. He used to sneak into my house whenever the landlady was not available to get his daily quota.
Days passed by, I used to play with him, he spent more time around, I gave him food, we become so close that I almost forgot I was alone.
Since it’s my birthday today, I prepared good food with chicken curry, dry fish, and eggs. I deliberately prepared a little extra for him, despite knowing how much to cook, as he is like my bother now.
My kitchen is built in such a way that one can smell my preparation from down. Now it's 9 in the morning. I always greet my landlady with a box of sweets for all my birthdays, and that made her feel special. I went down in a hurry so that I can see her before she leaves for the office. My brother at the same time was trying to sneak into the house thinking that my landlady would have left by now, but she hadn’t because I had barged in at the exact time she was about to leave. He waited to climb through the balcony using a tree that grows beside it. Since there were so many dogs under the tree and my brother was afraid of them he came through the front gate thinking there is no one. But to his surprise, she was with me and we were talking near the front door of her house. It is built in such a way that we can see anything and everything that comes through the front gate. Now by seeing him coming in, she took a bamboo stick and scared him away.
He was that scared! And for a while, he didn’t know what to do. Out of panic he took a jump off the gate and ran towards the dogs under the tree. he ran himself into a group of 5 dogs, unable to defend himself, he died between them. Yes! My brother died. He did.
I just stood there seeing all this and did nothing, to continue being in her good books I had to pretend that I and him were a stranger
I was totally upset and I felt completely horrible.
She came in and said
‘oh God I just wanted him out of my house, not to die’ ( I feel so bad. I could have done something to save him. I must have at least tried to do so. How could I be so selfish)
TIME: 9:27 AM
‘Thanks, aunty then ill take leave.’ I said.
‘Ok, dear take care. She replied.
(Oh! Okay, I Didn’t tell you that my brother’s name is Blackie and he is a cat, who had been my company all these days when I was alone, who used to play around, and makes me forget a bad day. Cuddle with me. Sometimes he even used to respond when I talked to him, but today I didn’t even care and just stood by watching him die.)
The moment I came inside the house I saw him everywhere. The cute little things, he used to do
I could see him on the sofa where he used to sleep calm and quiet as a baby,
I could see him in the kitchen where he made innocent faces to ask me for his food.
I could see him in the main hall where he used to play with me like a friend
Sometimes we pick sides knowing that we are not on the right side but we just stand by them because the person is so close to us and we don’t want to hurt them. We pretend to be with them
Sometimes we just pass by a person on the road who has met with an accident to avoid any trouble.
We are ignorant
Sometimes we don’t like something but we do it just to earn money.
We are calculative
To fit in,
we change our thoughts for someone, we change our senses for someone,
we change our lifestyle for someone,
we change our attitude toward someone, and the list goes on. In reality, no one is living but acting.
And that’s why I couldn’t see my face in the mirror. All I could see is the person who wears a mask for so long that he forgets who he is. If not for the mask, my brother, my Blackie, would still be alive. It’s not the dogs, the landlady, or anyone but me who has killed him.
It was Friday, a quarter past 5 in the evening. I was almost done with my work and was waiting for a session to start. There used to be a training and development program every weekend, where one would be trained on different skillsets. This week's topic was 'Effective Listening'. The session was nice and came to an end by around six. The trainer appreciated me for proactively answering almost all the questions and rated me an eight on ten, making me feel so good about myself. On that happy note, I turned on the TV, switched between channels, waiting for my mom to come home and make me some coffee.
It feels so good to start your weekend on a happy note, right?
Everything was so perfect!
All of a sudden, the power goes off and my mom is just back home from work. She looked very tired and restless, as she couldn’t take a nap (which she usually does), as soon as she gets back home. She was frustrated as always. Then she starts ranting about the issues she would always come up with. Since there was no power and I had misplaced my headsets, I had no option but to have a conversation with her. “What’s your problem Ma?”, I asked, with an irritated tone.
She then sat down and started to narrate her entire day's work - (from waking up at five in the morning, washing vessels, chopping vegetables, cleaning the rice, making coffee, and preparing lunch on one hand, to waking us up on the other. She then gets ready for the office & runs after packing breakfast and lunch for us, without finding time to have her own. Having done all this, she ends up being late for work, not able to achieve her daily targets, and all at the cost of skipping her breakfasts. Especially on Fridays, she quickly finishes her lunch as the targets are a bit high compared to the other days. She has been working for over 20 years now and somehow manages to complete her targets.)
Well, this is what makes her crash for a quick nap straight after work, before she starts her household chores for the rest of the day. That was spoiled today because of the power cut.
Honestly, my heart skipped a beat when I listened to everything that she said today.
Yes, hearing and listening are two different things.
She used to tell us about her daily chores every single day.
Well, I then realized that all these years I had just been hearing what she said about her day at work, at home, the pain, the mental stress, etc., and not quite 'listening' to her. I felt really bad for not listening to her previously.
Don't we all sometimes think of it as usual?
We all have been taught about basic etiquette like listening skills, moral behaviour, discipline, responsibility, accountability, and so on. But do we apply them at home? Take a minute to think on those lines...
Probably, it's because we take our loved ones for granted or we know that they wouldn't be upset with us. I'm sure most of us would agree.
A mother's love is the purest form of love!
And all we do is, ignore them. We mute their calls over simple conversations with friends, we spend very less time inquiring about their health, we never talk to them politely unless we want something in return and the list goes on..'
Well, it's time to stop hearing and start listening.
And at last, she added, “ I had asked you for my tablets in the morning. You told me to wait for a minute and I did, but you didn’t turn up. I was running late already, so I had to leave for work, and had to manage my entire day without taking the tablets for my back pain."
Without even realizing I replied, “I was working so might have thought that getting up and searching for it would delay my login."
She then said, “It was underneath your desktop and I mentioned that too."
That moment is when I realized that my listening skill should have been rated a zero on ten.
It was almost 10 to 10 in the morning. I just got up from my bed and stepped out to the balcony without arranging it. The climate was so romantic, the sky was almost to its best. Inspite of having a bad cold I was able to feel the smell of rain. Even before I could come out of it, I had a good smelling coffee in my hand which just made this moment so perfect. The view of a romantic drizzling day from the balcony with a hot coffee in hand. Wow! Can my day get any better? Everyone loves this, don't we ?
Just then I saw a man finishing of his work at the end of the street stitching the shoes and sandals packing his bag's, stuff's and cleaning up his mess trying to find shelter, I used to see him everyday in the morning at the tea shop having coffee as his breakfast. He now gets under a shutter sealing. Praying to god or rather complaining. Why in this tuff time?
Then I turned towards my bed, saw the mess I had made, and realised, If at all I knew how tuff it is to earn for a coffee in my hand,
○May be then I would have cleared my mess in the morning
○May be then I would have got up early and helped my mom
○May be then I would have felt more responsible as I enjoy the
An interview of a blog writer, a CEO of a youtube channel that became recently trending for its controversial content against superstitious belief
SHOW NAME: REAL TALKS
PLATFORM: YOUTUBE
CHANNEL NAME: TUBE WOODS
Interviewer: Hello people welcome to the show,
I am Deepthi Iyer and we have Mr Daniel Karunanidhi with us today, or I should say Mr DK who is well known as a blogger, writer, youtube speaker and has also become a recent trend on youtube for his controversial speech against the belief of God
Welcome to the show Mr DK
DK: Well Hi Miss. Deepthi, thank you for having me in your show. Hope you're doing good.
Deepthi Iyer. Yes, I am doing extremely well, thanks for asking.
As I mentioned already your content, your writings, and your speech does have a great impact on the superstitious belief in God and you took your side against them, so do you believe in God?
Dark. This question is now started to get into my nerves as I keep hearing them a lot from everyone everywhere and my answer to all of them is the same.
I do believe that if there is a creation there must be a creator and we people are considered as one who is a human being so there should be a creator, which is singular. I just don't give credence to things that say or believe in him being in different forms
Deepthi Iyer. Your view on this is upright and I do acclaim that, still you are a Hindu family and I hope you might have grown up seeing things the other way around to your opinion that you have right now. What is your watershed?
Dk. (Dk Sighs) When I was in my adolescence, that's when I started seeing things still I could reminisce the day when I was taken along with my dad to visit his workplace
He worked for a former politician who is very powerful in our area and my father was his driver. People come to my dad addressing him as SIR and respected him a lot to get to the politician for various reasons. At times, even my teachers needed my dad's help, so I was their favourite. My dad is my hero same as all of those boys my age until the day I saw him at his workplace. As soon as he reached his boss's home he never even made him know that he arrived, he started doing his chores cleaning the car, made sure everything is fine, turned the AC on and he had a separate cloth to clean up the back seat of the car where the politician would always sit. He had to wait outside till that politician comes. The startling part here is he was not allowed to get inside the house even once in his entire work time of 10 years now. That day was indelible. I have not stopped thinking of it. Years passed by I decided to find the root cause of the event that I saw which I was not able to undo these many years. That's what made me think likewise
Deepthi Iyer. (Clears throat) Wow ahh.. I've got a politician who treated a driver... Hmm... I'm sorry your hero the way he does not deserve.
Dk. (interrupts) Nope a human being treats another human being like that.
Deepthi Iyer. Yes. What are the more appropriate words I would say? Okay before I could ask for the name of the politician or the name of the party... I am not seeing a connection between you being against this superstitious thing and your father being treated like that
Dark. Oh yeah, yes it is connected. I was in late 17 and still can't pass the things I have seen on that day and many like that happened in these years. Instead of try passing it, I started paying heed to such things as people from our street were not permitted to a certain street the entire street itself and the cook at that politician's house had to come through the back door, he had to cook and leave through the back door. After sometimes I came to know that these are all because of the caste that we belong to. Every one of us is categorized based on employment. But the most devastating part is the untouchability and that starts from the temple. People of the lower caste were not allowed inside the temple. It does all starts with the name of God or God I should say
Deepthi Iyer. Now I do realize why you have such a strong feeling of opposition.
In that case, if you have a chance to change one thing in such belief that's happening in the name of God what would you like to change and why?
DK.(exhales) Perhaps this question of yours makes me ambivalent. Yet I am okay with answering it.
As my mind already had a lot at that age, without answers. I kept thinking of it every time. Suddenly I see things that I haven't perceived all these years, I saw my mom isolating herself from us and everything. My dad was okay about it but I was not able to take it up, he of all the others should know how it feels to be untouchable. Still, it was okay by both of them the reason behind it was so unintelligent (D.K stops abruptly)
Deepthi Iyer. (Doubtful) And for what reason exactly?
D.K. ( deep breaths ) Menstruation
Deepthi Iyer. Hmmm Fine. But, usually, this happens in all of our homes. What is it needs to be changed?
Dark. I need the thought of yours and every other likely of yours to change. Those days women were made to work 24/7 with household chores without rest. On these 3 days, their mood swings are hard to control ton and all other things they undergo.
Women were made to stay away from work to get rest for themselves. Their main task on those days wereeeee household work and rituals to their Gods and to keep the place of God neat and that's why they were isolated on those days, just to give them rest.
But what we do is inferior. We say they are unclean, untouchable and discrete. It's not the politicians, the holy people or any others but us who start this untouchability.
We need to change
If a male is allowed to buy a condom in an open atmosphere for his pleasure, let's have an open mind to let women buy napkins for her stains without anyone looking at them in an uncanny way
Deepthi Iyer. (dumbstruck) I have to tell you this, that you have got a good proposition and a good heart.
What do you think is the kind of support you need from the men out there for this?
Dark. I can say that they will be boys or males until they are mature enough to handle this scenario, which is.
The day he wakes up seeing the bloodstains on his bed beside her and she is still sleeping after the struggle she had gone through because of these irregularities then he decides to take off those blankets and put them in the washing machine, makes some nice ginger tea, tries to prepare breakfast and wake her up with tea served in the bed, wishing her good morning and locking the door of the prayer room for 3 days. Know her dates buy her napkins before she runs out of them. Pack her lunch, pack her bags and make sure you keep the iron tablets in it
And this act will make us as a MAN
Deepthi Iyer. (takes a deep breath) I.m... Error.... (Clears throat)
Your wife will probably be the luckiest one ever.
What's that you think or believe will make people do this or accept this?
Dk. Love obviously.
If you love God. You will know that the almighty will never leave anyone the suffer. And he clearly will not say 'do not touch' or 'you are unclean' to any of those who are already suffering
If you love your wife, your mom, your sister anyone for that matter. You will understand what they are going through. There is a lot of difference between care and understanding
In the definition of man, the one who prepares the morning tea is one who cares
But one who buys her napkins understands
The one who packs her bag, lunch etc cares
The one who packs her iron tablet is understood.
Basically. Stay out of the prayer room for 3 days instead of making her stay away from everyone. This is where the untouchability starts
Deepthi Iyer. Wow. It was indeed a pleasure doing this interview with you looking forward to seeing your words conquer and I wish it should.
Dk. Thanks, Deepthi. Pleasure is mine, I said something in this open forum knowing that it could affect my safety, is that your channel has a good number of followers and my words could reach many people in this way Thank you for that. Thanks, everyone
Deepthi Iyer. Before we could end I always ask this question to all the people I interview and I want them to reply honestly, so I request the same from you.
What did you hate the most in my interview?
Dk. (gasps) Your welcome note Saying your name as Deepthi Iyer
