Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?

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it is a piece of gem came as a forward msg. Hope you have all read it before but for the sake of a re-read i post it.it is not my own

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Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?


A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.

SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'

MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.

SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'

MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'

MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'

The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities. '

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..

The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.

'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.

'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.

'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.

'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.

'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'

The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.



Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Pathi, Patni and Cricket:

Pathi, Patni and Cricket:

சாப்பிட்ட பின் தனது ஐந்து விரல்களையும் வாய்க்குள் விட்டு இழுத்த பின் தோசையில்லாத அந்த தட்டையும் சும்மா தடவிக் கொண்டு இருந்தான் சிவா. “ ஏங்க வெறும் தட்டையும் விரலையும் எவ்வளவு தான் சும்மா தடவிட்டு இருபபீஙக இன்னும் தோசை வேணுமா? கேட்டுத் தொலைங்களேன் “ என்ற வித்யாவின் குரலுக்கு “ சிக்ஸர்” ஸுப்பர் ஷாட்” என்பது பதிலாய் வந்தது.

“இந்த சனியன் பிடிச்ச கிரிக்கெட் இன்னும் முடியலையா? ரெண்டு மாசமாச்சு வீட்ல நிம்மதியாத் தூங்கி. எப்ப பாரு ஒரே சத்தம்.” என்று அலுத்துக் கொண்டவளுக்கு “ ஓட்ரா, பைத்தியம். தோனிக்கு பாட்டிங் குடுக்கறதை விட்டுட்டு இவன் சிங்கிள் எடுக்கறான் பாரு” என்ற சிவாவின் குரலைக் கேட்டத்தும் பொல பொல என்று வந்தது. வந்ததே கோபம் அவளுக்கு....விடு விடுவென்று அடுக்களையில் இருந்து வெளியே வந்தாள்.

“உங்களுக்கு கொஞ்சமாவது ஏதாவது இருக்கா?

Ever heard of the above conversation, if you are India, that too in cricket crazy tamilnadu you are bound to hear it so often. The normalcy of domestic life affected to a greater extent as like a bharat bandh announced for a major cause. It is so strange in families that 90% of the husbands are cricket lovers, of them 95 % of the wives were cricket haters but serial lovers. ( Television serials - no other meaning fellas ). Normally it is Dhoni v/s Gayle for husband. Rajam vs Nalini for wife. These two ends can never meet. The god forsaken cricket matches very delicately poised and scheduled in prime time to catch more eye balls. The same time was attributed to mother of all programmes in television the MEGA serials.

By the way if you are not aware about what mega serials was, then either you have not born yet or living in some other alien planet. Normally the serial starts somewhere during 2002 might have reached the interval stage by this time ( mind you we are in 2010 now ). By this time the original director, dialogue writer, hero, were gone. Heroine who was in love with someone in the beginning of the serial might have became a mother of two by this time. Never mind, women in tamilnadu are very shrewd and intelligent. Just by the body language of the actors they would understand which character they actually play.

The recently concluded IPL might have raised so many scandals, so many dramas were unfolded in high places, lots and lots of money were transacted and transmitted. But the biggest impact that made in normal homes is beyond reconstruction. At least 20000 husbands were either slapped by their wives are hit by the flying utensils from the kitchen. ( it is unconfirmed statistic figures may be high definitely) or they might have done overtime at office ( or that was what they normally claim ) happily sit in a bar with their favourite drink and enjoyed the IPL in big screen. But ladies don't need reason to pick their husbands you know. They started fight, invent the reason and continue the fight till the hapless husband gets mothballed sufficient enough to run out of the house at the first opportune moment.

To the normal house holds the biggest of enemies are not the financial status and lack of money. The unassailable culprits are Mobile Phones and Television sets. ( isko pakadna mushkil nahin, namumkin hai ). People even forget to wear proper clothes ( they wear clothes at least ) but never forget to pick up their mobiles first thing in the morning. In a recent survey conducted the first thing a mobile user did after he got up in the morning is to check his mobiles for missed calls or messages. Not that they are presidents, diplomats, industrialists or big guns. If they found their mobile as is where is condition they started wondering why anyone hasn't called. Actually the last call ended very late in the night in between only few hours were left.

Even for inexplicably tolerant wife the sight of her husband with a mobile phone with eyes glued to television is inflammable and if at all they are empowered and licensed to kill like james bond or jaishankar or any movie hero for that matter they would have happily become widows after strangling their husbands throat. such is the effect of television and mobile phone. When combined together these two apparatuses are deadly not only for husbands but for normal human beings also.

On the other hand for a husband who is returning from office after hectic work ( hectic or non hectic doesn't' matter ) the sight of his wife looking agape at the television set watching an idiotic serial wherein a snake which entered the house on Monday ( 15 days back ) still searching for the person it is going to attack for which the wife is unduly worried. Seeing this the husband silently wishes how good the god damn snake be in his own house with its prey being his wife. Such is the impact a tv serials of which a majority of working men ( working at office only sometimes office and home too ) got affected and they were deprived off their evening coffee, favourite news programme, favourite tennis or cricket matches
( some times they watch men's' tennis also for no particular reason but their interests are centred around the likes of maria sharapova, justin henin, steffi graf for some particular reason )

Why is this unnecessary, uncertain emotional climate prevail in a household? is watching cricket, serials, talk shows, a long mobile talk a sin?. No. Not at all. anything which crosses boundary should be stopped at the same point and the game has to be played in a different level. For a working or non working women the sight of their husbands with mobile phone in the left ear with head tilted and the whispering talks is a clear irritation because they have very few hours at their disposal for sharing the entire days happenings. An half an hour patient hearing would help the men to gain a lot of inroads in their counterparts emotional platforms as women by nature after they poured whatever they are trying to, they stop at that and leave happily. Normally they don't need advice from anybody ( whether they heed to that is a different case ) all they need is some patient listening ( it is not that you should be a patient of an e.n.t specialist for selective hearing ). When they are deprived of this fundamental right they became agitated resulted in the loss of harmony at home.

Where should we draw a line for this endemic problem? The answer lies with each one of us. We all knew the anger to the spouse would get subsided in due course. But that due course should be at the earliest. problem arises out of this two menacing habits have a profound impact on their daily life and after some point of time life become miserable. This will lead to finding reasons to start fight and thereby disturbing the peace of the entire home. The new technique adopted now a days is a pregnant silence between husband and wife where they wont talk to each other for two three days and talks resumed by fourth day only to get disturbed on sixth day. Whats the use?. what are we gain by watching or doing some habits which are clearly identified as potential danger to normal domestic life. A proper planning, and execution is the need of the hour. Husbands should identify and understand the wives tastes and distastes and act remember at least ACT accordingly. sacrificing an Australia Pakistan match or Afghanistan south Africa match would not be a sin. in fact it is advisable to watch all the matches India play. So that some part of time we would definitely fed up with it counting the number of matches they actually PLAY rather than ADVERTISE.

A prior approval and permission on this could be sought well in advance. (they (wives) grant them in style that's for sure, but whether they hold the promise up depends on that days happening ) Keep them in good humour as soon as you are back home. Leaving socks and shoes at the in the middle of the hall and looking for remote control naturally make them angry.

For women understand the husbands have some genuine reasons to make some long phone calls after dark ( as office gossips happening in far way branches cant be discussed at office time ) which sometimes will even decide their careers ups and downs. Just realise the need of it and give them a go. Watching games or talk shows are the only way they can unwind their heavy heads as they start scratch their heads to skull everyday on targets, reports, analysis, tallys, superiors, subordinates, clients, competitors etc. Anything that stops the release of their emotional reservoir will make them more TENSED resulting in the negative outburst of emotions.

Even the COUPLE should try of initiating a talk and discuss about how much they spend on tv and mobile each day, and together as husband and wife would be a good starting point. after some point of time both of them realise the errors on their respective part and try to correct themselves.

But one thing is certain, all this things happen only when they genuinely realise the problems at home are, only if not only but mainly because of this reasons and take necessary corrective measures. otherwise this blog is just another way of getting REGISTER my own feelings at homes. the above mentioned siva and vidya are not fictional characters. They might be you and me as well. So stop watching sharapova every game she plays, stop watching sachin every ODI he perform, stop watching mega soaps from 6 to 10 in the evening, because one skip here and there will not make our lives empty in turn it will make it pleasant...


Sorry its time to watch Australia vs. South Africa. Indians are out of t 20 world cup as they were thrashed by windies. My wife has slept already and its 12 in the night friends, she should be. I have just finished a 26 minutes call from a colleague i am going to see tomorrow morning at office... of course my wife was annoyed... what to do this blog is just completed. I should sit with her one of these days...

sure friends definitely i will sit...when???

I only propose.....

good day

Mathu.

A day in the Life of a Working woman

All things given below is not fictional. It is real and happened and happens daily somewhere to someone...

5.00am: The most dreaded sound of all – the relentless pounding of the alarm clock wakes her up. Her eyes remained shut tight and refused to open. Her whole body, screaming, to lie down a bit more. But she cant heed the request and hear the scream as a busy day ahead. Eyes half opened she just looked at the room. Her husband slept deeply, with a light snore with her kids lied down helter-skelter and await their turn to be woken up. Got up she had a look at herself in the dressing table mirror. True she had put on weight, her age started showing below her sleepy eyes and a double chin announced her lack of sleep and the full size mirror reflected her conveyed one startling fact she needs proper exercise, proper diet and proper health.

One day I will be back to my old normal she announced herself – one day When?

5.15 to 6.00 am. After her morning chores, she entered kitchen and opened the refrigerator where the vegetables cut the previous night and packed in bags were ready for todays cooking. She took the bag and spread the vegetables in kitchen table, went out to fetch the milk sachet which invariably leaks on alternate days. Cursed the milkman she ran into kitchen and put the milk in the milk cooker and boiled it for the morning coffee. The regular hullabaloo for breakfast, lunch, took almost an hour when her mobile rings loudly. “oh no…not again” she very well knew who the caller at so earthly hours. Yes, her house maid is absent and will not be there for the next two days. The mammoth task of washing dishes blooming slow largely in her mind and she shuddered that thought as she has to concentrate on the next in the agenda.

6:00 am to 7.30 am. Set breakfast on table. Got the next to worst job, of getting the kids ready for school. Kids are always kids. They do, all ruckus before they got into the school bus and we started feeling and look eagerly for the arrival of school bus. But when the school bus arrives and the kids were dispatched we feel the vacuum..

7:30 to 8.30. Emerge from shower to find her husband still immersed in the newspaper as though he is answerable for all the happenings around the globe with the coffee placed in the tray got cold. She kept her cool and tried not to freak out. When she informed about the cold coffee he blankly requested for another hot cup. She felt like slapping him but she is typical Indian woman cant slap her husband. ( but it is altogether a different matter some women do live and their husbands just shivered at the sight of their wives )

After the customary bath, which will not last more than, 5-7 minutes, as every minute after 7.30 considered golden and sacred. Almost dressed she came out to hear her neatly shaved husband shout for the towel from the bathroom. Is he doing this willfully or he is an habitual absent minded till date she don’t know after all they have been married for 8 years now.

A five minute spend at the pooja room reciting slokas just came to her mind at that point of time, lighting dheeps and dhoops she came back to where she belong from the morning -the kitchen. As she has to take care of her health and maintain her beauty she eat very less in the morning moreover a heavy breakfast prevents her from walking or running fast to catch the train or bus.

Fully dressed her husband came out to dining table with the paper in one hand and briefcase in another. First thing he asked after sat in the table was his tie. No he is not going to eat it but forgot to wear and it was strewn somewhere in the bedroom. Finished breakfast together, the house was locked both his pulsar and her scooty were taken out of the garage when she noticed she had a flat tyre in the back wheel.

She pleaded her husband to drop her at the nearby bus stop or railway station as it was getting late. The most sincere husband suddenly remembered of a meeting with his boss by 9 refused her request and asked her to take an auto and fled the scene before she had a time to react.

9.00 to 9.30 – when she got down from the bus she lost count on number of time she had been nudged and squeezed in the crowd in the overloaded bus. The carefully done make up was almost gone, the fresh dress wore in the morning became crumpled and creased.

9.30 to 12.30. She delivered the mandatory smile to the manager who guards the gate at the time of entry with attendance in the verge of closing time and settled down just to pick up the phone which started ringing precisely. Sighing she clears her tone and attend the first of the complaint that morning which are innumerable and grows minute by minute. That’s the fate of the marketing department, as they do such a thankless job of working hard, toiling hard, rewarded normally to get scolded hard.

12:30 to 1.15. The welcome respite, for the grueling afternoon ahead, the lunch break. Tiffin boxes are out, dishes shared liberally, office gossips spreads adequately, superiors actions were discussed comically, she really adores the lunch break where she can unwind all her inhibitions, rewind all her positive energies and really felt energized.

1.15 to 2.30. An ever urgent boss called her for a detail forced her to pre-close her lunch and rush towards the boss’s cabin who was in a meeting with other marketing colleagues. As she hustle breathlessly into the meeting and sat uncomfortably taking the minutes of the meeting since the report has to be mailed within half an hour after the meeting and the manager is having a very good habit of asking tomorrows report yesterday.

2:45 – 4.30. Reports are given. Calls, calls, calls and more calls made, attended. More complaints heard. More discussions, conversations, talks made her parched and she literally started craving to move out of the chair for a minute.

4.30 – 5.00. Time for internet. Personal mails, chats, official mails to be sent, official mails received and forwarded to the concerned and one last look of the agenda for the next day and what’s in store for her tomorrow. The head start spins as tomorrow is yet another big day of course every day for that matter.

5:20 About to leave office there was a call from either HO or the boss as they have to send an urgent communication which cant wait till tomorrow morning and she was given the most envious task of doing a job which can either be entrusted to his immediate superior or a person who was inexplicably absent that particular day. She had no other go but to finish the job and started worrying about catching the next available train or bus equally loaded like that one she came that morning.

6.30 – 7.30. Reached home, where husband and children have already arrived. Is the homework done? Okay, let the kids go play. Let me take a break for 15 minutes atleast, as the legs bend in front with total exhaustion. She sat on the sofa cross legged there was a voice of her husband for the evening hot tea. Any alternate left out for her? Absolutely no…no…

7.30to 8.30. Dinner prepared separately for kids, husband and for herself as all of them wont have the liking for a single dish which make her life hell and breaks her head every day on the dishes to be prepared.

8.30 to10.00 pm. Asked her husband to take care of the kids sleep while she put the clothes in the washing machine, and cut the vegetables for the next day morning break fast while the machine is in operation. 15 minutes into the chore her husbands shout shot at her ear as the kids started their commotion before bed. He is more concerned about dhoni winning the god forsaken 20-20 match than make their kids sleep in time to get up in time next morning.

10.30 to11.30 pm. After all the sundry works for next morning is over she suddenly remember the data's to be submitted for analysis first thing in the morning, rushed to the laptop and started filling up the bits and pieces to be delivered for next days work. Half an hour gone and she sat before the tv to watch her favourite music channel to listen to the soothing melodies for 5 to 10 minutes…whoof… the power went off. Strangely she felt she was the only woman in the whole world cursed to the nail from the head and slowly a realization dawned on her this must be the situation for all the working women whether working with her or elsewhere.

11.30 – Her whole body trembling with anticipation of a good sleep for the allotted 5 and half hours and stretched herself in the comfort of the bed with a pillow placed on her side to rest her tired legs. Sleep just come to people who worked that much hard as the eye lashes pasted together she heard a faint sound as if come from the bottom of a well. After some time her trained aural nerves know what was that sound and she realized the “hissing” sound come from her husband. She sighed deeply, and got ready for the one last ritual to be performed…

5.00 am: The most dreaded sound of all – the relentless pounding of the alarm clock wakes up her. Her eyes remained closed tight and refused to open. Her whole body, screaming, to lie down a bit more…………………………………

The night comes to an end….The day dawns….the story and suffering continues….

With warm salutations to all working women, wishing and praying for them for a healthy life ahead....

N. Mathusuthanan.

சுறா - தள்ளி நிற்கவும்.

Sura – Stay away from the shark attack

Fifteen minutes into the movie I had a strange feeling and literally felt sorry for Vijay one of most saleable stars of Kollywood once tipped to be the next super star. It is almost five in a row of flops for Vijay (Azhagiya thamil magan, Villu, Kuruvi, Vettaikkaran, and now Sura) who was definitely caught in a quagmire of sorts about what went wrong early and what’s wrong now?

By the end of the customary and mandatory adulation theme song Vijay’s’ love over Tollywood was clearly evident. Another 10 films are so, he will be called king of remakes especially from Telugu (movies of Maheshbabu, Junior NTR were his favourites) as his alternate films are remakes. From the movies he slowly started lifting even tunes from Telugu songs also. The title track Vetri Kodi Yetru, is one such song of Pawan Kalyan (but well choreographed and picturised) from the movie Johnny.

Sura (what a name for a commercial hero) named exclusively only because he belongs to fishermen community is a god man of sorts for 1800 families living in yaazh nagar in god knows where in tamilnadu. Constructing a samaththuvapuram of sorts for all the families is his life time ambition. He crosses path with villain Samudram (villain of Mahadheera – another one lifted from telugu movie) whose hobby is to kill people and throw them into the seas. He wanted to build, a water theme park, in the hero’s place and try to vacate the people by the age old trick of setting fire to their huts, along with the hero and offered a place some 200 kms away. The phoenix like hero, resurrect from the ashes and locked horns with the villain and promised him he will build a residential colony within 6 months.

All it takes one song to attain the goal as sura and fellow fishermen posing themselves as coast guards evicted the people from the ship of the villain contains Rs.100 crores worth of commodity ( god knows what ) and transacted the consignment to Mumbai traded with some one there returned with a brand new Audi and money in a suitcase. The weapons used for the whole operation is diwali rockets, and crackers. Attack, counter attack, attack and final attack, villain was hanged and sura got married. We were relieved from the cinema hall.

Almost everyone acted in the movie spoke a dialogue in praise of the hero, be it heroine, comedian, villain, villains’ side kicks, no one is spared. This should be the only reason S.P. Raja Kumar got chance to direct Vijay’s’ 50th Movie when he is narrating the story to the actor. The time spent on this eulogy could be well utilized on the screenplay and story line. Predictable dialogues, Predictable situations, Predictable climax gives only the predictable result – SORRY.

The saving grace of the film is the songs, beautifully picturised on Vijay and Tamannah, by Ekambaram. Naan nadantha athiradi stands out top (well done – Robert for the gymnastic steps). Somehow we don’t gel with the whole movie from the start to end where hero himself looked bored and took a carefree attitude. A word of caution to Vijay, it is high time he start reducing the funny tone in his voice during dialogue delivery. Once became habit the tone loses its sheen and difficult to get back. Classic example is yesteryear hero Karthik. He made the same mistake and paid the price too. This funny tone used unnecessarily in situations doesn’t warrant it become an annoyance.

When hero himself doesn’t have a decent part to play in the movie less said is better for other characters like Heroine, Comedian (Vadivelu is wasted), and other extras. And what is radharavi doing in a five second role.

Publicity can make or break a movie. In Sura’s case the latter seem to happen. No amount of Sun TV’s publicity will take this movie further.

For Vijay fans – sorry no words – You saw, You knew, You are flummoxed.
For Ordinary movie goers – Stay away from the shark attack.