<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904</id><updated>2012-01-05T07:48:09.269-08:00</updated><category term='വായിക്കാന് കവിതയില് ക്ലിക്ക് ചെയ്യു'/><title type='text'>ARYAD BALACHANDRAN/ആര്യാട്‌ ബാലചന്ദ്രന്‍</title><subtitle type='html'>Words from the heart....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-3892424520713400885</id><published>2011-12-03T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:13:01.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6aSoPujh0A/TtpKR482iwI/AAAAAAAAARE/mX_qn-mDgt8/s1600/Kavitha1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6aSoPujh0A/TtpKR482iwI/AAAAAAAAARE/mX_qn-mDgt8/s320/Kavitha1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-1688343904462666160?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/1688343904462666160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=1688343904462666160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1688343904462666160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1688343904462666160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/12/kavitha.html' title='Kavitha'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6aSoPujh0A/TtpKR482iwI/AAAAAAAAARE/mX_qn-mDgt8/s72-c/Kavitha1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-5460786617528251916</id><published>2011-07-23T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:57:37.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning never ends and always be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKxYr2fK2G8/TiqKu-qf62I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ow0mSndJ70Q/s1600/PhotoFunia-e45d88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKxYr2fK2G8/TiqKu-qf62I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ow0mSndJ70Q/s200/PhotoFunia-e45d88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632466823680093026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning ends in the graveyard, or when stopped to learn new things it deemed we are no more. Always there is misunderstanding that learning is happening only in classrooms or training halls or under a teacher-disciple (trainer- trainee) relationship. That is a big mistake about the leaning, every moment we are offered to learn new things, we are absorbing new ideas and know something which we were not possessed never before.&lt;br /&gt;Education is only formal learning supported by a certificate from esteemed institutions, but real success is lying in when you understand the world beyond your academic curriculum and books. Our prestigious institutions are creating professionals from mechanic to IAS but who create a perfect human being, whose presence is essential for the survival and service. A real learning with humanity and empathy is necessary to be a good human being.&lt;br /&gt;I have lucky enough to work with tall leaders of India, very closely observed bureaucrats and corporate honchos during my job. I humbly understand one truth that people who strive to learn are people who lead a country, organization or team successfully. See this line I have noted by heart when I joined BSF and started working in difficult borders of the country.&lt;br /&gt;“The height, great men reached and kept. / Where not achieved by a sudden flight/ while the others have peacefully slept /They toiling upward in all night”&lt;br /&gt;It is not a mere motivational line; the toiling is the real learning in the life.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can accept a new thing when believes that he/she knows everything. We cannot fill a full vessel any more. We have to keep some empty space means have to shed some of our ego to understand new things. I remember an incident when I was in Delhi, one day I tried to operate an ATM for withdrawing the cash. After repeated attempts it was not accepting the card, when the security guard offered me help, I think what this poor chap can do more than me, as an expert in operation. But in my surprise within no time he inserted the card and it accepted. That was the greatest learning for my ego. Simple things can only teach by simple teachers, those who are always in and around to us.&lt;br /&gt;I can thankfully remembered one of my colleague Mr. Shaji Pillai,who took me to an internet cafe in Bangalore suburban and teach me how to use internet.I was absolutely a computer illiterate at that time.But that great help changed the things.  Every moment you can learn new lessons. Any time you can achieve new knowledge if you are open to learn, understand and patient enough to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately awareness creating successful person and awareness is a perfect understanding. Hence to learn we should be accepted we need more knowledge. Simply be aware that our knowledge incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-5460786617528251916?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/5460786617528251916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=5460786617528251916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5460786617528251916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5460786617528251916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/07/learning-never-ends-and-always-be-there.html' title='Learning never ends and always be there'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKxYr2fK2G8/TiqKu-qf62I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ow0mSndJ70Q/s72-c/PhotoFunia-e45d88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8465923411328684058</id><published>2011-06-16T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:58:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an-GwYq3KqI/Tfn92R983VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lQEx9hJ5OLc/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an-GwYq3KqI/Tfn92R983VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lQEx9hJ5OLc/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618801119099411794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody asks you what is a language you can explain a typical dictionary meaning or research finding. But have you ever think that something is there as language, of course not only expressions and method, calligraphy and sound by which people expressing it. But this cannot easily understand until you travel out of where you have lived as community and used single language for all of you communication. &lt;br /&gt;Why I have give this preamble, because we have to shed out false proud about the language first to understand the meaning and important within the real sense of language. Everybody, globally believing that mother tongue is the great . Obviously because of it is very easy to use and understand without any jargons and difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;But language has no importance if you prepared to understand other people and their life. I surprised to see the Arab, Mr. Nazer Balushi speaking Malayalam without any difficulty in a gulf country. That is really great! We are learning the language not because of we are philanthropic and language researchers, but because of our survival. All are comfortable when living in their own territory and blindly believe that the language which majority speaking is great and superior to others. And always ready to fight, flog and float.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that language superiority is depending how strong and effective it provide livelihood to a persons. Such cases the languages which we believing sacred and powerful is mere brouhaha only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8465923411328684058?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8465923411328684058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8465923411328684058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8465923411328684058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8465923411328684058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/06/language.html' title='Language......'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an-GwYq3KqI/Tfn92R983VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lQEx9hJ5OLc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-1333405685289187573</id><published>2011-04-13T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:39:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sreenivasan of south aryad......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZer4kVnBRs/TaVeUk0QB5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1zNEcpIctQ4/s1600/17072008151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZer4kVnBRs/TaVeUk0QB5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1zNEcpIctQ4/s200/17072008151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594981819650934674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembering Srinivasan who ask me to join Evershine arts and sports club.He was a nice persons having good leadership qualities.He knew the pulse and pain of people he doing with.With surprise I had seen his behavior to common people in our village.He take initiative to start running and athletics practice among us,the youth.In the wee hours we started running all along the road,of course he was with us to motivate.&lt;br /&gt;He was the president of our club,I don't know what was his educational background, but he proved his leadership qualities everywhere.He always speak with sense of humor and lot of positive energy.He have had politics, and was member of Aryad panchayat.But he was showed his humanity above all.He had lot of new ideas,good relations and enthusiasm to do the things.Once we had filled all path holes of a road when he requested us to do some thing useful to society.&lt;br /&gt;We must remember the people who influence us in some stages of the life.They are the real people without any corporate three piece suit and hotel ball room seminars but of course make impact on us.That impacts create persons from his core values.&lt;br /&gt;If we value life, we should remember people like Srinivasan, whose name neither  written any where in golden alphabets nore picture stamped as role model.But I am sure that impact he created lead many people far ahead in their life.Death,the leveler cut short his journey, he left all of us untimely in the young age itself.Really a painful departure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-1333405685289187573?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/1333405685289187573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=1333405685289187573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1333405685289187573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1333405685289187573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-sreenivasan-of-south-aryad.html' title='One Sreenivasan of south aryad......'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZer4kVnBRs/TaVeUk0QB5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1zNEcpIctQ4/s72-c/17072008151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-5149426682988755807</id><published>2011-04-10T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:40:12.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of policies and content- My father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/#inbox"&gt;Gmail - Inbox - aryadbalachandran@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my father,who wore only Khadi dress in his life time.He was neither  a public figure nor leader.However he believe and adhere in his policies.&lt;br /&gt;He was man of his policies,which he never had breached or allowed to be breached.He was seldom tolerated us to lie for any purpose.He always discouraged us for using any kind of bad words which hurt to anybody.He never had any demand for his personal needs.With his limited requirement I think he life was contended.His desire about children's feature also was very minimal,and not demanding.One noticeable behavior of his was,instead of advising us to sit and learn our school book ,He said that  education is only way out of us to reach the prosperous goal,it is up to us to decide learn or not.&lt;br /&gt;He succeed to be a role model to us by walk what he speak.However not dictate our ambitions and requirement of time.He was born and brought up in period which hunger was the common challenge in  the Nair families,of working class. Since he remind the important of food, avoid wasting it and sharing with needy.he believe if we have enough to keep the hunger away,that was a contended life for him.&lt;br /&gt;He was a good reader  advice me to read Nehru's Glimpses of world history,and even brought it from a near by library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-5149426682988755807?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/5149426682988755807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=5149426682988755807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5149426682988755807'/><link rel='self' 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rural areas ,urban slums,exploited children, suppressed women folk and illiterates people who cannot understand their rights.But think again all are poor and unprivileged in out country in one point or in another.Wealthy people we normally considered privileged,urban middle class, or government servants all are poor and unprivileged class one some stages of life. because our systems wharf and weft is made so.&lt;br /&gt;When i have stopped by a traffic police men when riding and asking of money or delay my journey,i become a poor and unprivileged,who is having no way out but oblige.The same police chap denying leave by his superior he would become an poor and unprivileged.When the superior police officer transferred out because not obliging to his political godfather he come a P&amp;UP.This is vicious circle.reason is that we are ready to use our might and right when we are in power and expecting others also will do the same or ready to accept the same with out any protest.&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire people dying in the deserted hightways without any medical help,there they are P&amp;UP.I remember one the global business magnet died in Indian Jail without getting timely treatment,where he was pushed to the status of P&amp;UP.&lt;br /&gt;After life term service as bureaucrat people running pillar to post get  his pension dues, because the clerk shows his right and might to him and he is pushing to the level of P&amp;UP.&lt;br /&gt;We need to be right person in right place instead of become a might person in right place and poor and unprivileged in all other areas.No exceptions all are come to that status with out realizing the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-4563002045633339383?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/4563002045633339383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=4563002045633339383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/4563002045633339383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/4563002045633339383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/03/poor-and-unprevilaged.html' title='The poor and unprevilaged'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-2000563517584697289</id><published>2011-01-23T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:44:50.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present tense ! Future perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TTw-pWlw8pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kRVRZ-7qrOE/s1600/ILLUSION.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TTw-pWlw8pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kRVRZ-7qrOE/s200/ILLUSION.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565392119682626194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for future is good, when this thought will become an obsession and efforts to ensure success in every point will make one’s life a plight. The generation, thinkers ridiculously called them pancake people showing very  symptoms of the obsessive success syndrome. And carrying nonstop worry about the future. And finally over stress breaking their life or they are too much anxious about the future life or tomorrow and never enjoying the preset life like “live every moment”.&lt;br /&gt;Future is a post dated cheque en cashing it for the full value depends upon many things at a future point of time. But current life is like carrying the cash. You can easily spend and have the value and result instantly. Though new generations always seeking immediate result and impatient to wait for it, we never will understand that when we are missing golden moments of present life and only looking ahead of a perfect and secure future, ultimately we are  losing the nectar life. And try to grab some green pastures in the other side, which never exists.&lt;br /&gt;If your preset life is content, the future should be pleasant and perfect. And  if you unknowingly inviting the stress in the  day to day life because of the concern about the days ahead, which is only distant  dream ,obvious that you are trying to be perfect in dream, not in reality .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-2000563517584697289?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/2000563517584697289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=2000563517584697289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2000563517584697289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2000563517584697289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2011/01/present-tense-future-perfect.html' title='Present tense ! Future perfect!'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TTw-pWlw8pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kRVRZ-7qrOE/s72-c/ILLUSION.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-3641349929443062851</id><published>2010-12-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T06:32:16.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind you own mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TQTcLlfr4ZI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSpDepaCAPo/s1600/IMGA0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TQTcLlfr4ZI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSpDepaCAPo/s200/IMGA0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549802732428976530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your way become the destination, you have reached in stage where all materialistic world surrounded you is irrelevant. But it is  happened only at the peak of your ascetic path. Life is no worry for someone have barely any belongings. That stage of great achievement only immaculate mind can reach. This does not needs a complete detachment from life and stays alone. Really it happened in our mind. He who commands the mind can conquer rest of all in this universe. Controlling the mind is the difficult task our life, because it has a speed faster than light and greed greater than any height. It can create and kill not only yourself but also any living being come in to contact with. See patiently, you can observe infinite kind of minds. That powerful thing will make people fly like bird or die like weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-3641349929443062851?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/3641349929443062851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=3641349929443062851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/3641349929443062851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/3641349929443062851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/12/mind-you-own-mind.html' title='Mind you own mind'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TQTcLlfr4ZI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSpDepaCAPo/s72-c/IMGA0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-1390741435287002076</id><published>2010-11-20T01:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:33:24.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>avan</title><content type='html'>Neeyente kayinu sastram kodutthavan&lt;br /&gt;neeyente meyyinu vastram padacchavan&lt;br /&gt;neevanna vazhikalil pookalam padukam&lt;br /&gt;neechonna mozhikalil manavum madhuravum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-1390741435287002076?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/1390741435287002076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=1390741435287002076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1390741435287002076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1390741435287002076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/11/avan_20.html' title='avan'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-148941355502874966</id><published>2010-11-06T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T06:49:35.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNVcq02dasI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jTneZRIXVxc/s1600/water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNVcq02dasI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jTneZRIXVxc/s200/water.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536433207733217986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water...,&lt;br /&gt;Created on water colour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-148941355502874966?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/148941355502874966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=148941355502874966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/148941355502874966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/148941355502874966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/11/water.html' title='Water.......'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNVcq02dasI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jTneZRIXVxc/s72-c/water.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8008978700570504079</id><published>2010-11-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T06:51:13.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E=MC2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO1h1-F2YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/87VHuDbKWfI/s1600/E%3DMC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO1h1-F2YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/87VHuDbKWfI/s200/E%3DMC2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535967959996291458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E= MC2,Created on 4th November on water colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8008978700570504079?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8008978700570504079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8008978700570504079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8008978700570504079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8008978700570504079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mc2created-on-4th-november-on-water.html' title='E=MC2'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO1h1-F2YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/87VHuDbKWfI/s72-c/E%3DMC2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8002160203370753913</id><published>2010-11-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:22:57.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy, Support and Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNOwxuYk9nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EUQJPxtMZXw/s1600/IMGA0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNOwxuYk9nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EUQJPxtMZXw/s200/IMGA0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535962735279666802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first instance of the word tragedy we all thought of death because the irrecoverable loss of human life makes the deepest and painful agony to all human being. However the visible and easily understandable tragedy like death is only one of the many tragedies happened to us in the course of life, but of course the last one and irreversible one is death.&lt;br /&gt; The pain and agony affecting people without much visible symptoms are real tragedies. Unnoticed pain having no support. Deteriorating relations, breaking family bondage, continues wreckage in career, repeated failure in examinations , trebles and turbulence  in the pathway of life, chronic diseases, debt, anything may be a silent but burning agony of people. Even without any visible symptoms, crying souls begging for support in the middle of deep and shore less sea of misery.&lt;br /&gt; What we can do or why we are discussing about this anguish here, only for one and only thing-SUPPORT. We cannot wipe the tears of all fellow beings suffering from deferent kind of pain. We cannot eradicate the starvation and diseases from the world.&lt;br /&gt;But we can support those who suffering. The word support immediately leads us to the other word money. Never is support means donating money. Support stands for all possible helps; money is only one of much support we can offer, but not most important one.&lt;br /&gt;  There is a proverb from Upanishad says “to understand somebody’s needs you must understands his or her deeds” and vice versa. Then we are reaching to the second important word-UNDERSTANDING. if you can know one’s pain with all compassion and empathy you have succeed to find out the solutions. If you know the remedy then there is no problem remain  to make agony,&lt;br /&gt; Hence, tragedies visible and invisible are quite often in the life, support the aggrieved one is our primary responsibility. That accountability only making human being is the superior living thing in the universe, for providing the correct and effective support we have to have kindness to understand the situations. And last but not least is  a noble mind to extend the help to needy, the remedy of all minor or major agonies originating from there only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8002160203370753913?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8002160203370753913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8002160203370753913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8002160203370753913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8002160203370753913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/11/tragedy-support-and-understanding.html' title='Tragedy, Support and Understanding'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNOwxuYk9nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EUQJPxtMZXw/s72-c/IMGA0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-1349229990890739347</id><published>2010-10-16T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:51:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion, Society and Individual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO3bQXTyUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-FZ-5xDl26g/s1600/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO3bQXTyUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-FZ-5xDl26g/s200/image019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535970045845555522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find out the right balance of these three areas in our life is essential . We are traveling amidst of this identity dilemma. All the three are deeply rooted in every one. We always find hard to draw a line in the positions of individual social being and religious entity.&lt;br /&gt;This is a unknown challenge we are carrying for through out life.&lt;br /&gt;Religion or the faith has no separate from everyday life and we cannot make any existence without a value and belief.  Then as an individual living in the society do we succeed to complete the responsibilities to the society where we are living. We may be successful individual but as social animal where we are standing? If a person if dedicated to the religion, the process makes any impact on the life of individual and society where the values actually shall be cultivated. &lt;br /&gt;But sadly the fact very bizarre, when we committed to our religious faith, we are learning to observe any thing not approved by our belief is wrong, and formidable. It is not an acceptable model for advancement of human being. We are practicing to skeptical to the society in which we are actively and completely involved and enjoying .It is obvious hypocrisy and deception. If we are not true to our religion and further to society we would be complete failure as individual who is the lead of out family, which is the basic foundation of the human progress till date.&lt;br /&gt;Simply problem is not with religion or society, it is really with individual. When person failed in his core value and cannot identify the suitable position in each critical segment, the harmony among religion, society and individual will become predicament and our myopic views starting. Hence instead of helping the society to progress we are reversing it.&lt;br /&gt; We are least bothered to learn the religious thoughts but trying to mold it for our individual goals. More accurately we neither understand the responsibility of social life nor accountability of an individual in society. Hence of course not genuine to our faith&lt;br /&gt;Until and unless our practical intelligence identifies our commitment towards the society, we would not be perfect examples of personality. A poor personality cannot be a impeccable leaders in the religious path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-1349229990890739347?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/1349229990890739347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=1349229990890739347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1349229990890739347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1349229990890739347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/10/religion-society-and-individual.html' title='Religion, Society and Individual'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TNO3bQXTyUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-FZ-5xDl26g/s72-c/image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-4577499876543054101</id><published>2010-10-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T05:08:37.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TKhwlZ9IXPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iujXsYfENjA/s1600/painting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TKhwlZ9IXPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iujXsYfENjA/s200/painting.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523788730894671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conversation to his disciples Great Buddha asked that which  is most serious sin, sins committed by body, sins caused by wrong speech or sinful thoughts. Buddha answered that sin of wrong thought are more serious since the mind is more fundamental than any thing else.&lt;br /&gt;If we take this question to the contemporary scenario of fast and haste life, people thinking wrong things than doing it. As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upanishad&lt;/span&gt; says our thought is creating our wish, and subsequently it become our deed. Utter competition in life without inculcating any values creating a moral l vacuum in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot tolerate any kind of rejection, if it is somebody overtaking our car, or getting a promotion in the office. We area forced to learn others achievement as our opportunity loss, in fact it is not at all related. When values deteriorating, so believes do. If we have no ethical and respectful values and believe, our life will lean to wicked but easy way. And we never felt any shame or failed to realize that our ways and thoughts are inferior&lt;br /&gt;That is not an acceptable way of development for society in whole and particularly for individual. A success are not real achievement if we loosing our values for it.&lt;br /&gt;A bad thought, even if is simple or innocuous, but making any harm to other creatures, we obviously sowing the seeds of negative energy and destructive culture.  This will damage the originator sooner or later. Since thought and deeds are inseparable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-4577499876543054101?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/4577499876543054101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=4577499876543054101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/4577499876543054101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/4577499876543054101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-and-deeds.html' title='Thoughts and Deeds'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TKhwlZ9IXPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iujXsYfENjA/s72-c/painting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8530738400010005532</id><published>2010-09-13T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:02:40.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>മാരാരിക്കുളം</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TJ7wAfqD9YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lmKVzIkBDWM/s1600/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TJ7wAfqD9YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lmKVzIkBDWM/s400/image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521114084491392386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;മറന്നുപോകുന്നു ഞാന്‍ കൈയെഴുത്തുകള്‍&lt;br /&gt;പറന്നുപോയല്ലോ വാക്കിന്റെ രാപ്പക്ഷികള്‍&lt;br /&gt;വരണ്ട നാവിലിനി ഇല്ലല്ലോ ഭാഷകള്‍&lt;br /&gt;ഇരുണ്ട വഴികളാണോരോ പുസ്തകത്താളുകള്‍&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8530738400010005532?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8530738400010005532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8530738400010005532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8530738400010005532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8530738400010005532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_13.html' title='മാരാരിക്കുളം'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/TJ7wAfqD9YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lmKVzIkBDWM/s72-c/image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-2608730859473911466</id><published>2010-07-25T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T04:14:35.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid Negativism</title><content type='html'>We are observing that negativism is a growing tendency in all walks of present day life. Which may be the further lead to pessimistic impact in life. we cam say unpleasant thing s in pleasant way,so that i will not create a negative energy in the mind of others,but it required deliberate attempt and efforts.&lt;div&gt;When the creative energy of optimistic or positivity decreases the bad and monster energy will take the lead ,which is not acceptable in civilized society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so start doing things in positive way with lot of optimism,instead conveying things in negative way with pessimistic energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-2608730859473911466?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/2608730859473911466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=2608730859473911466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2608730859473911466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2608730859473911466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/07/avoid-negativism.html' title='Avoid Negativism'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-2611884034550816033</id><published>2010-03-08T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:16:22.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mullappoo choodiya software penkody</title><content type='html'>i heard about the malayalee girl with jasmile flowers in her black hair.but never seen in any city.after reaching in chennai i have seen many software girls with jasmine flowers in their hair.that is the deep rooted culture of Tamil people and the guts to show they love their culture.Do any malayalee girl shows such kind of courage ever? i have seen people eating curd rice in star hotels,where Chinese and continental foods are plenty,but they choosing their favorite dish and proudly eating it. I feel proud about my Tamil brothers and sisters,when seeing  hypocrisy of the great malayalee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-2611884034550816033?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/2611884034550816033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=2611884034550816033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2611884034550816033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2611884034550816033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/03/mullappoo-choodiya-software-penkody.html' title='mullappoo choodiya software penkody'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-1315027522022893467</id><published>2010-01-31T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:14:33.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dear human friend, as a chicken ,belongs to community who born for die and reach in the dining tables and restaurant tables, i wanted to ask a serious question , where it is mentioned that all checkens shall be died to become flesh which gives pleasure to man kind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't we have any  chicken rights,like human rights,  to live a life of community chicken ,have our chicken generations   and a dignified life as member of beautiful community of birds which includes beautiful peacock to ugly crow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what is the density of an ordinary hen or cock? now we are called as  broiler chickens,which means created only for the eating pleasure of humans,do you feel that it is right?I am not bothered about you are vegetarian or non vegetarians,my concern is that are you accepting me as a bird having all fundamental right to live in this beautiful world?please think for a moment and then carry on with your ginger chicken or chicken mugulai!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-1315027522022893467?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/1315027522022893467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=1315027522022893467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1315027522022893467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/1315027522022893467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/01/chickens.html' title='Chickens'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-5703097944482028314</id><published>2010-01-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:38:06.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ODOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Odor is the messages to heart from the sight of our nose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;My primary class room of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Valanjavazhi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; always filled with smell of pigeon excreta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The hands of  dear friend Rajamany &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;smells like fish curry and old &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rice dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;എന്റെ അച്ഛനു ചാര്‍മിനാര്‍ &lt;span&gt;സിഗരറ്റിന്റെ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;മണമായിരുന്നു.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In college, the lean and innocent &lt;i style=""&gt;half sarree&lt;/i&gt; dressed girls come with the nice fragrance of jasmine flower which they kept neatly in the black hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;some girl friend has  smell of &lt;i style=""&gt;Vico-termeric&lt;/i&gt; face cream, the very popular and rarely available beauty enhancing cream of that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I like the scent of new books ,magazines and periodicals, which was available in my home, when&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it open as fresh the Fragrance of printing ink and virgin paper gave me kick of reading. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I started to earn some money I have bought a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Park Avenue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; perfume which costs about my one months earning, but the scent and confidence that gave me was immense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-5703097944482028314?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/5703097944482028314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=5703097944482028314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5703097944482028314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5703097944482028314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2010/01/odor.html' title='THE ODOR'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-2061116101155613482</id><published>2009-12-07T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:27:10.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashokan from Aaryad</title><content type='html'>Ashokan was my classmate in college and studied the same school where i have completed my schooling.even though he lived in small hamlet of our aryad,his philosophizes and thoughts always make me wonder.he was not a proud human being but of course a youngster always trying to stand in his feet and his own truths.i remember once he said to me" bala we must do our duty first that is all, we dont   have the right expect the fruits and results".In class,we learn the commerce theories together,debit all expenses and losses and credit all income and gains.my balance sheet in accountancy never get tallied,i always confused where is the credit and debits,but Ashokan made his balance sheet accurately tallied and even help us to get it done.my head never accept the credit and debit of unknown wealth,it was filled with malayalam stories and poetries which i love much and like to read.&lt;div&gt;i remember the Aashokan with lot of love and his obsession to the commerce,accountancy and balance sheets tallying skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know whether the balance sheet of his life get tallied fine or not,but of course mine is not, because i was always being a backbench guy in maths and last man to understand how can achieve money and make it grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so as my friend Ahokan told,do our duty first the rest of consequences will not be expected, whatever it may be.that is what Krishna told to Arjuna in the in the war front of Mahabharatha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-2061116101155613482?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/2061116101155613482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=2061116101155613482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2061116101155613482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2061116101155613482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/12/ashokan-from-aaryad.html' title='Ashokan from Aaryad'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8578277170805886797</id><published>2009-09-01T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:44:16.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems,approach and negotiations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;Before you starting to negotiate and resolve a problem which persists many angles, emotions and the decisions which will make a considerable impact on your or somebody’s life , career and relations two things you must remember ,first is the selfishness of human being and insignificance&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of a human life .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;Every problem or people we are negotiating are multi-facets. A win-win situation is always not possible and ideal, but success is remaining with the fact that no losers will be there after a negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;To reach a solution we have to find a conclusion which is not a remedy but a door opening to solution. When we are approaching problem from deferent angles with enough empathy in views, of course some area will be available there all stake holders are having interest. It is just like two or more round shaped lights in deferent colours meeting together. The more the new colour areas it creates the more agreeable areas are in the problem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If every light keeps it own identical colour, no new colours are created hence chances of solution become grey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;An approach leads to conclusions and conclusions guide you to where the solution remains. To reaching a proper conclusion required lot of experience and maturity with basic understanding of problem as well as environments. To understand the involved parties needs you have to very much clear about their deeds and vice versa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;The success of good negotiator is not lying in the core of how much the involving parties are happy with decision or conclusion; it truly is how the decision will help the parties to achieve their goals, which they carry with them at the threshold of negotiation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;Never believe that a successful negotiator is successful problem solver or one who gives every one what they want.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He or she is one who shows the parties the avenues of success and satisfaction which all other else failed to explore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Candara;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8578277170805886797?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8578277170805886797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8578277170805886797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8578277170805886797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8578277170805886797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/09/problemsapproach-and-negotiations.html' title='Problems,approach and negotiations'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-3532519275770576119</id><published>2009-07-19T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:42:11.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;Human being is the worst creature and best living thing in the globe. He is making all the mess and chaos to achieve the thing for his comfort and convenience. He is greedy in terms of wealth and health. He wants the best thing in least cost .He hate others because they are not belongs to his faith, cast or creed. He is cheating others to make money and get lavish luxuries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;In other hand he is doing most compassionate charity, essential services. Working as apart of state machinery to make thing in order. Employed in most difficult tasks to make others comfortable. Serving others with smile and kindness in agony, either it is physical or mental.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;So where will you put yourself in this class. In fact we would not like to keep our self in first category, but have fit for the second category completely. Then there is confusion where we are standing? Obviously we cannot stand in both, but of course can be in middle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;Yes we all are in fact moving between these two categories of human being .when we face a personal or domestic achievement we would be the most selfish kind of human being, no exception. But some other moments we express kindness to others and shredding our favoritism for some unknown fellow beings. It means ours is a journey which started from one bad character to be a good one or vise versa. The more we are moving away from selfishness and materialistic life the more we are purifying our own life to a divine way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-3532519275770576119?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/3532519275770576119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=3532519275770576119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/3532519275770576119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/3532519275770576119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-life.html' title='Human Life'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8448067443616527148</id><published>2009-03-11T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:06:16.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>കൂട്ടുകാരൻ</title><content type='html'>പള്ളിക്കുടം മുതൽ സർവവിദ്യലയം വരെ&lt;br /&gt;ഒരേ പാഠങ്ങള്‍ ഒപ്പം പഠിച്ചവന്‍&lt;br /&gt;യാത്രയിലൊക്കെയും കൂട്ടാ‍യിവന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;ജാലകച്ചരെ ഇരിപ്പിടം തന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;രത്രിയിൽ ചൂട്ടുകത്തിച്ചു വെളിച്ചം പകർന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;ഇടറിയ കാലിന്റെ താങ്ങായി നിന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;പനിതിള്ക്കുന്ന നെറ്റിയിൽ&lt;br /&gt;തണുവിരലായി തൊട്ടവൻ&lt;br /&gt;ഒറ്റവിളിക്കക്കെരെ എന്നും&lt;br /&gt;ഓടിയെത്തുന്ന സ്നേഹിതൻ&lt;br /&gt;വണ്ടിയിറങ്ങുമ്പൊഴെന്നും&lt;br /&gt;വഴിക്കന്നുമായ് നിന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;പട്ടളജീവിതക്കഷ്ടം കണ്ണീരിറ്റു&lt;br /&gt;വെന്തവരികളിൽ,മറുകുറിയായി,&lt;br /&gt;സ്വാന്തനക്കടലയി പുണർന്നവൻ&lt;br /&gt;അമ്മക്കടലിനെ പോലെ സ്നേഹിച്ചവൻ&lt;br /&gt;മിത്രമേ,എപ്പോൾ മറന്നു നീ എന്നെ?&lt;br /&gt;എന്തിനോര്മ്മിക്കണം എന്നെ?&lt;br /&gt;എന്നും വിളിക്കപ്പുറം ദൂരങ്ങളിൽ&lt;br /&gt;കാഴച്ചയെത്താത്ത മരുപ്പ്രവാസങ്ങളിൽ&lt;br /&gt;പ്രേതസാന്നിന്ദ്യമായി മറഞ്ഞമിത്രത്തിനെ,&lt;br /&gt;എന്തിനോർമ്മിക്കണം?&lt;br /&gt;എന്തിനോർമ്മിക്കണം?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8448067443616527148?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8448067443616527148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8448067443616527148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8448067443616527148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8448067443616527148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_11.html' title='കൂട്ടുകാരൻ'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8233994364802678181</id><published>2009-01-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:16:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Dying colours of life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Flying flowers in rife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;We are in nowhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Neither in joy nor enjoy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Sufferers of bitter crash,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Don’t throw the dreams in a trash.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8233994364802678181?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8233994364802678181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8233994364802678181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8233994364802678181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8233994364802678181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/01/trash.html' title='TRASH'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-165943057035634131</id><published>2009-01-23T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:57:58.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT</title><content type='html'>When hopes are fade,&lt;div&gt;mind and the sand completly dried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by walking miles we tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as nobody is  in the sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only the cruel desert seen left and right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sun ends his lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what come from the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the death or  a knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-165943057035634131?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/165943057035634131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=165943057035634131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/165943057035634131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/165943057035634131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/01/night.html' title='NIGHT'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-7753577715754335419</id><published>2009-01-09T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:53:52.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ജനിതകo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Rachana_w01; font-size: 17px; "&gt;മിസ്റ്റര്‍ മുകുന്ദന്‍ നായര്‍,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;പല തലമുറ, താവഴി കൈമാറി അച്ഛനപ്പൂപ്പന്മാരായി കൈവശംവച്ചനുഭവിച്ചുവന്ന സകല സ്ഥാവരജംഗമവസ്തുക്കളും നിങ്ങള്‍ ആര്‍ക്കാണെഴുതിവച്ചത്‌?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;സ്വന്തം മക്കള്‍ക്ക്‌.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ആളും അഗ്നിയും സാക്ഷിയായി നിങ്ങള്‍ പുടവകൊടുത്തുസ്വീകരിച്ച ഭവാനിയമ്മയില്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കു ജനിച്ച മക്കള്‍ക്ക്‌.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;നിങ്ങള്‍ രഹസ്യമായി രമിച്ച കണ്ടംകുളങ്ങര രാധാമണിയേയും, അവരില്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കു ജനിച്ച മകന്‍ ദാമോദരനെയും നിങ്ങള്‍ മറന്നു.&lt;br /&gt;തലമുറകളുടെ ജനിതക ഗോവണി കടന്നുവന്ന് നിങ്ങളിലൂടെ എന്നിലേയ്ക്ക്‌ പകര്‍ന്നുതന്ന അര്‍ശ്ശസും, മുപ്പത്തഞ്ചാം വയസിലെ പ്രമേഹവും, കഷണ്ടിയും, കോങ്കണ്ണും ഞാനേറ്റുവാങ്ങി. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;പക്ഷേ നിങ്ങള്‍ അനുഭവിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്ന മുപ്പതേക്കര്‍ തെങ്ങിന്‍പുരയിടവും, പതിനെട്ടുപറ പുഞ്ചക്കണ്ടവും, ഇരുനില ബന്‍ഗ്ലാവും, പന്ത്രണ്ടുലക്ഷം ബാങ്കുബാലന്‍സും എന്തുകൊണ്ടെനിക്കും കൂടി പകര്‍ന്നുതന്നില്ല!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;അച്ഛനെന്നു വിളിക്കാന്‍ അവകാശം നല്‍കാത്തതിനോ, എന്റമ്മയെ പിഴച്ചവളെന്നു പേരുദോഷം കേള്‍പ്പിച്ചതിനോ അല്ല, പങ്കുവയ്ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ പാരമ്പര്യത്തിന്റെ വേദനിപ്പിക്കുന്ന കേടുപാടുകള്‍ക്കൊപ്പം ആസ്വദിച്ചനുഭവിക്കേണ്ട സ്ഥാവരജംഗമസ്വത്തുക്കളും കൈമാറിത്തരാതിരുന്ന ഒരേയൊരു തെറ്റിനാണ്‌ മിസ്റ്റര്‍ മുകുന്ദന്‍ നായര്‍, സ്വന്തം പിതാവായ നിങ്ങളെ ഞാന്‍ തലയ്ക്കടിച്ചു കൊന്നത്‌....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-7753577715754335419?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/7753577715754335419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=7753577715754335419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/7753577715754335419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/7753577715754335419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/01/o.html' title='ജനിതകo'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-5902840515019106819</id><published>2009-01-09T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:50:48.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ഭൂമിപ്പെണ്ണിനു കല്യാണ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Rachana_w01; font-size: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;ഭൂമിപ്പെണ്ണിന്‍ മംഗല്യത്തിനു&lt;br /&gt;മാരിക്കുടകള്‍ പലതു നിവര്‍ന്നൂ&lt;br /&gt;മഴമേഘങ്ങള്‍ അതിഥികള്‍ നഭസ്സില്‍&lt;br /&gt;മദിയായ്‌ പെയ്യാന്‍ വരിയായ്‌ വരവായ്‌.&lt;br /&gt;ഈറന്‍ ധരയുടെ വീരന്‍ വരനായ്‌&lt;br /&gt;ചാരെ സൂര്യന്‍ ഉദിച്ചുയരുന്നു&lt;br /&gt;വളകള്‍ ചടുലം ചിലുചിലമിളകി&lt;br /&gt;കുളിരും ഭൂമിപ്പെണ്ണിനുടുക്കാന്‍&lt;br /&gt;പുളയുംപുഴകള്‍ ചേലകള്‍ നല്‍കീ&lt;br /&gt;അംബര ദേവകള്‍ തകിലുമുഴക്കീ&lt;br /&gt;തുമ്പിത്തരുണികള്‍ കുരവവിളിച്ചു.&lt;br /&gt;മിന്നല്‍ത്തേരില്‍ മണവാളന്‍ വന്നു.&lt;br /&gt;ഭൂമിപ്പെണ്ണിന്‍ കല്യാണത്തിനു&lt;br /&gt;മാരിക്കുടകള്‍ നൂറുനിവര്‍ന്നു.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-5902840515019106819?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/5902840515019106819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=5902840515019106819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5902840515019106819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/5902840515019106819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_09.html' title='ഭൂമിപ്പെണ്ണിനു കല്യാണ'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8903609613246253480</id><published>2009-01-09T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:46:54.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>വീട്ടില്‍ ഒരമ്മ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Rachana_w01; 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Evening is sunny and great&lt;br /&gt;We, kids like this funny retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sad! Clouds are rushed suddenly&lt;br /&gt;And start their thunder loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh good! Rainbow pop up in the high&lt;br /&gt;Colours shape up across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Rain sprinkles every where&lt;br /&gt;All of us run for a cover&lt;br /&gt;But almost wet by shower.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up! We enjoy like never.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    ARYAD BALACHANDRAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-2536361995229088305?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/2536361995229088305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=2536361995229088305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2536361995229088305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/2536361995229088305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2008/07/evening-rain.html' title='Evening Rain'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-7689757407208305407</id><published>2008-07-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>കവിത മേലിട്ടയിലമ്മ-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/SIqwt66wiyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQkfY_7CabA/s1600-h/KAVITHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/SIqwt66wiyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQkfY_7CabA/s320/KAVITHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184620473191202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-7689757407208305407?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/7689757407208305407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=7689757407208305407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/7689757407208305407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/7689757407208305407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2008/07/kavitha-melittayilamma.html' title='കവിത മേലിട്ടയിലമ്മ-'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6ssvrM3FX4/SIqwt66wiyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQkfY_7CabA/s72-c/KAVITHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164301975903426904.post-8773353800881650190</id><published>2008-07-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:57:22.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hipocrisy in its height</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;we have to  focused hypocrisy of so called hundred percent literate  malayali  community. They are always failed to be part of any national problem faced by large number of population rather they will find ultimate spirit and struggling mood in petty things in  cinema, literature  and vague politics, which never has a significance outside of Kerala boundary. The truth is that the malayali community never had any real struggle to survive its identity  politically, socially, or economically like any north Indian population. they always boasting about their cent percent literacy and adequate health facilities  of state which is little  larger than any of the one  districts in many   Indian states. Where is the real progress of the state by industries providing the large  number of employees, or uninterrupted life and business of its people. So called &lt;i&gt;harthals&lt;/i&gt; are shows impotency of kerlalites  who believes money will come from Middle East  or NRK , vegetables from Tamil Nadu, education we can have from Karnataka. We are an elite class state  to enjoy every &lt;i&gt;harthal&lt;/i&gt; days  by sitting in home and simply watching TV reality shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(published  in Tehelka,July 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8164301975903426904-8773353800881650190?l=aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/feeds/8773353800881650190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8164301975903426904&amp;postID=8773353800881650190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8773353800881650190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8164301975903426904/posts/default/8773353800881650190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryadbalachandran.blogspot.com/2008/07/hipocrisy-in-its-height.html' title='hipocrisy in its height'/><author><name>Aryad Balachandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384847043760616123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PUbba9Kq4E/TaVI85mqCMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TCkWSEaeaLI/s220/aji.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
