For my society

It was an awesome day since this day has given me a lot of thoughts. Interesting part is that I am in my hometown so that I could enjoy every minutes of life. Hometown is the ever best on earth if not on the whole globe. I know I can only spend a very few days of coming week in my hometown. After that I need to do things what I normally do and to rush myself with a scheduled timetable. I said before I could enjoy every minutes of life. At the same time I have a lot to worry about. How my people are automated to live or most suitably to survive in a strange way, how war has pushed them to live in a moody manner and to not care what is happening to others. They don’t care to wait for hours and days in cues. They don’t worry about what happened and what is happening and even what is going to happen. They don’t care whoever is dead. They don’t realize our society is being back warding every day. They don’t even bother to say their children what happened to this society and to why we are still searching countries to run in. Anyhow what they need is a good entertainment, good cinema and most importantly they have never realized they need a change. They remain what they were 50 years back. They still believe cast is the only factor that make them best. They don’t realize a lot of people may get food in the huge amount of money that they spend for temples. I am not using this piece to blame my society. I am only sharing my opinions here. If we all care at least a bit about our society, we may achieve more as Tamils in this world.

Goodbyes

‘Good bye’ I really wonder how easy to pronounsate this word is. We always prepare ourselves to say mutter goodbyes. Goodbye to friends, goodbye to college life and to each places that we live and leave our soul of memories, to both lovable and painful memories of past and to some dreams when we realize they will never become real. I wonder about the easiness and the comfort ability that this word has given to hide the feelings of painful farewells. Our mouths easily say ‘goodbyes’ at several occasions but the hearts are unwilling to accept the realities. Saying goodbye is not a difficult task but accepting it as it as is the most difficult part of life. It is just because we are habited to live in formalized way. We feel quiet comfortable when we are with familiar things and persons. ‘New’ things may be interesting but it doesn’t mean that we are happy with them. Meeting a new person or even preparing to have a new life may be the substitutes for the things that we said goodbye. But what I can assurely say is; goodbyes can never make an end to love. Even if we leave a person or a place, we still live with their memories. So the reality says goodbyes never make ends.

Everyone has something not everything

Ya obviously everyone has something. It sounds too logical instead of saying everyone has every thing. This simple thought has further strengthened yesterday. I was waiting for a specific bus in the bus stop which is very near to my home. I used to observe the road until I got that specific number bus. There was a beggar with a torn shirt sitting under the shadow of a tree which was near to the road. No one was even bothering him including myself. At that time, there was a very poor old man came to the road. He also was wearing a torn shirt and was ugly. But he is not a beggar for sure since I had seen him in our road often and I guess he should be a road cleaner. Once each met (the beggar and the other) they both said ‘good morning’ and thereafter they started chatting. Guys with nice shirts and ladies with nice hand bags who were standing over there near to the tree refused to even go near to the beggar (Add Me also in the list). Before, I thought the beggar must be alone and no one is there to talk with him. But he has a friend in his status. Anyway he gets some meal and survives and very importantly he is sharing his feelings with a friend. No matter even if he has no home and who cares there are huge roads in the city and plenty enough shadowy places and good enough persons in his status to talk with him (I mean beggars). I know it is not a blessed or fortuned life but just wanted to tell you ‘everyone has something but not everything’.