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Friday, 13 March 2009

Mangalore Pub Incident

Surely you must have heard of the Mangalore Pub incident that happened a few weeks ago. Few girls had been to a pub and that was sufficient to annoy some guys who called themselves, Sri Ram Senaiks. The troopers just walked into the pub, pulled up the girls, called them bad names, slapped them, pushed them, taunted them and literally sent them crying out on to the streets, barefoot and all.
And here we are celebrating yet another International Woman’s Day. Well, time to take stock of the situation, and try to understand why such things happen to the Bharatiya Nari even in the year 2009?
To be fair to the Sri Ram Senaiks, pubbing indirectly means alcohol consumption. Alcohol consumption is unhealthy beyond a point, and is quite objectionable. But then Indian men have been drinking alcohol for so many years now. On any street in Tamilnadu, you’d find drunken men weaving their way to the nearest TASMAC shop for more booze. Why did the Sri Ram Seninks just ignore these men who drink? Don’t they care for the Bharatiya Naras as much as they care about the Naris?
Even considering that the SRS guys have great care and concern for the women of this nation, why did they barge into a pub? And why did they bash up the girls lounging there? Is it because they believed that women drinking alcohol is against the Indian ethic? If that is the case, then one only has to read the ancient Indian scriptures, such as the Rig Veda. Almost every stanza of the Rig talks about the bliss of the Soma Juice and it is obvious that Soma juice was drunk by both the men and the women of the Rig times. Down south, the famous Tamil poetess Avvaiyar has sung songs in praise of a king who offers her good wine to drink. So, it is not like alcohol and women never mixed in the Indian ethic. Ancient Indians were quite aware of the fact that alcohol has no gender barriers.
That does not mean that we can endorse alcohol as the next national drink. We know for a fact that irrespective of the gender, alcohol like anything else is dangerous in excess. But it does sound sexist and chauvinistic to prohibit one half of humankind from going to pubs, just because they happen to be of the female gender. Even the famous Indian heritage, ancient as it is, never had such gender bias, ever.
So, the real Indian Heritage has nothing to do with gender discriminatory alcohol ban, then what else could have caused the Mangalore Pub incident? Could it be that, girls meet boys in the pubs and that is against the Indian Heritage? Again the answer is no, because the Indian culture is full of festivals and celebrations that are designed to the girls and boys of marriable ages together, be it Holi, Vasant Utsav, Indra Vizha etc, which were the Indian equivalents of Valentine’s Day. Indian tradition has always held love and sex in very high regard. So much so that, Indian temples have explicit images of love making scenes, all aimed at the yet uninitiated youth. Pubbing is only a post modern form of the same old boy meets girl routine that has been sung about repeatedly in all our ancient literature. So, obviously pubbing is not against the Indian ethic.
Then why else did the SRS guys get so mad with the girls in the pub? Because they were skimpily dressed, and that is against the Indian ethic? Again the answer is a big no, because ancient Indian women were even more skimpily dressed than the present day girls. All the paintings of ancient Indians, right from the caves in Ajantha and Ellora in West India, to Sitrannavaasal in South India, show the women as bare-chested beauties with minimal clothing. It is a fact that women in South East Asia; Indians, Ceylonese, Malays, Sumatrans, Javanese and Polynesians had all been bare-chested until a few centuries ago. Present day Asians are all very modestly dressed when compared to their ancient day compatriots. And yet, they get abused in the name of Cultural Preservation, why?
Is it because, these girls had been whiling their time in the pub when they could have spent the time in more useful ways? Is that what is so anti Indian heritage? Is that what made the Sri Ram Seniks so mad with rage? Again, the answer is a no. Consider, Shankuntala, consider Sita, also do consider Anusuya, these women, Indian, ancient and good girls that they were, were so jobless, that all they ever did for most of their lives was to lounge around the prehistoric trees, pining away for their lovers. It is nothing new and nothing anti Indian, in fact, if our literature is to be believed, whiling was the only time pass for the ancient Bharatiya Nari and so that couldn’t possibly be the reason why the Sri Ram Seniks bashed up the Mangalore girls.
So why did they do it? Why did they abuse hapless girls and traumatize them for life?
Well, search as we might, the answer cannot be found in the tenets of the Indian Culture, for it has nothing to do with the culture of any particular country. All over the world men, aggregate into mobs and attack women, all in the name of preserving their cultural roots and religious beliefs. In Germany, women who were employed at par with the men were burned alive in the name of the God. It was then called Witch Hunting, and it was considered pre-approved by the religious men. Women were burned in public and no one raised a protest. For anything done in the name of god is considered morally right, even it is obviously wrong.
In Algeria, twenty years ago, women who used make up were beaten up and gnashed on their faces, as artificial makeup was considered sacrilegious, it was held to be against the word of God. All of us who have read about ancient Egypt would know that make up was nothing abnormal. It was considered to be a part of the daily routine in ancient Egypt. Yet, when the religious fanatics of Algeria, claimed that makeup was taboo and hence punishable, people just believed them and simply watched as many young women were mutilated for the offence of beautifying themselves.
In Afghanistan, the religious men went one step further. Leave alone beautifying, just exposing natural body parts such as the face, hands and feet, of the women was considered sacrilegious. And so Afghan women had to cover themselves up in burkhas that made them formless and faceless.
Why do men indulge in such behavior? Why do men in so many parts of the world, try to curtail the autonomy of the women, in the name of religion? All the religions of the world preach peace, equality, tolerance and love for all. Yet why do some men, twist religion and make it seem like the woman is subordinate and needs to be forever under the man’s control?
Well, the answer is not religious, it is genetic! Strange as it may sound, it is common knowledge in the world of genetics, that one set of genes can try and manipulate the other in order to increase its chances of survival. For example, some desert spiders practice cannibalism. The female spider eats up the male after he has finished impregnating her. It may sound mean, cruel and immoral, but the truth is: the male spider’s life time gets over immediately after he ejaculates. He would anyway die, that’s how nature has designed him. Living in a desert would mean food scarcity. The pregnant lady spider would need a lot of nutrition to make her little ones grow. Where could she get this nutrition from? The male would any way die, some other insects would anyway make a meal of his body, so what not the spideress herself? It is only going to benefit his own kids….and so it makes complete genetic sense that the lady spider gulps down her mate. This is a genetic strategy to improve the survival of one’s genes.
Now what has that got to do with the Mangalore pub incident, you may wonder? Well, it is just that, the male and the female of any species, is always fighting a genetic battle. The male cannot reproduce on his own; he needs to use the female’s resources, her body. But the female does not donate her body to further the male’s genes, unless she is sure that she will get only the best of the genes. This sets a competition among the males. Each male would have to prove to the female that he is the very best, only then will she choose to offer her body to spread his genes. Darwin called this Sexual Selection. And in all species of life on earth, it is female who selects the male, for her body is more precious, because only that is capable of procreation.
All the species of males, try to get selected by the female. They grow long tails, beautiful antlers, tusks, plumes, feathers, fins, some even go to the extent of glowing lights to attract the female. The female, plain and inconspicuous as she is in most species, carefully measures up the males and finally chooses the best of the lot. And so the fittest gets to survive.
This system works well for all species of life on earth. But the human males are different. They are intelligent, and so they have always tried to find a way out of this problem. As long as the female does the choosing, she would have a genetic upper hand over the male. And Nature has provided the female with a razor sharp brain to sniff the best genes in a jiffy. The real best Alpha man is secure in his confidence, he is sure to win her favours, and so he just lets her be. But those Omega men, who are less than the best are forever insecure, for they know the female would never choose them. And so they devise ways to usurp the women’s power, by making sure that the woman never uses her formidable brain.
In all the cultures where the men are backward and fear their own failure, the first thing that they do is deny women, their right to education and the right to interaction with others. With no education and no interaction, the women, quickly lose the sharpness of their brains. They then depend on the men for knowledge and guidance. Without the brain, the woman becomes a mere body and the man who retains his hold on knowledge, now has the power to manipulate her into submission. Ordinarily the woman would object, question or protest such subjugation, because her instincts would scream that this is all against her own survival.
To quell her protest, the male uses religion as a weapon. “In the name of god, this is how you should behave…..” the man thus conveniently misuses the concept of the Almighty, to enslave the women. If a stray woman refuses to submit, the male then uses violence, insult and torture, to terrorize the women. Thus shocked into submission, the woman then becomes putty in the hands of the men. And typically such men, ban contraception and quickly start spreading their genes in great numbers. Eventually all the bad genes aggregate, and despite all the men’s effort to spread their lines, such closed civilizations fall, and are easily captured by mightier civilizations. And typically all mighty civilizations are the ones where women enjoy autonomy. For only when the women are free to select the best genes, would the best genes thrive and aggregate to make a mighty civilization.
In every culture, there are Alpha men, great and free thinking and Omega men, mean, dumb and nasty. The Alpha men attract the woman without any effort. And so such alpha men treat the women as equals. But the Omega men, cannot attract women on their own, so they invent an imaginary Apha man, some male god, with all kinds of superior endowments, and use him as a lure to attract the women.
The real smart women, who use their own minds, who have their own money, and freedom to do as they please, as for example lounge in a pub in some city, are all dangerous in the eyes of such an insecure man. For such smart women would see through his tricks, look down upon him and reject him. Not only that, she would probably tell all other woman, about his dumb tricks and then all the women would join together and collectively reject his genes. The only way out, is to shut her mouth by maiming her physically, or better still psychologically. And the best way to do it is to terrorize her.
This is what happened in the Mangalore Pub. In any other closed country, where the government is religious, public is apathetic and the media is weak, such an incident would have indeed worked the trick. The women would well have been subjugated. But thankfully, India is a free country, with vibrant young minds that refuse to buckle under pseudoreligious pressures. And so we are here, analyzing the incident, not its consequences.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

greek love

Man to Man love is considered quite abnormal by some. But this was the regular happening in ancient Greece, Eygpt and Sumeria. So common was this practice of males falling in love and living with other males, that the ancient Greeks considered it very natural. From mythical heroes such as Apollo, Zeus and Achilles to real life men such as Aristotle and Alexander the Great, homosexuality was so common that it was even called “Greek Love.” And Greek love was not frowned upon, it was considered normal. So much so that ancient Greek art, sculpture, literature, mythology and history is full of homosexual references.

But ideologies changed over time. Later literature began to view homosexuality as immoral, sinful and abnormal. Religions preached against homosexuality and gradually over the past two thousand years, homosexuality became unacceptable to society. Laws written in the last centuries such as the Indian Penal Code, consider homosexuality an unnatural offence and the perpetrator can be imprisoned for the act.

For long people believed that homosexuality was abnormal and hence to be prohibited. But in spite of this strong cultural taboo, homosexuality continued in secrecy. Great writers like Oscar Wilde suffered because of this homosexual leaning, which was at that time a kind of “forbidden love”.

But lately science has come up with strong evidences to prove that homosexuality is not unnatural. Several species of animals, such as bees, sheep, birds, monkeys, apes, etc have been found to have spontaneous homosexual bonding. The brain of such homosexual individuals has been found to be quite different from those with heterosexual orientation. Thus it is quite clear that homosexuality is just a natural variation, not a deviation. Much like left handedness.

With more and more evidences emerging to show that homosexuality does exist in nature, most countries have shed off their earlier concerns about “unnatural offence” and their legal systems have scraped away the punishments for homosexuality. Many countries even permit homosexual marriages.

India is yet to join the list of countries that have thus updated their laws and so in India homosexuality continues to be an offence to this day. Therefore, the homosexual population in India leads a secretive life, still unable to “come out” and openly admit their sexual preference.

And in a quirky kind of a way, the gender that bears the brunt of this law is not the male, but the female! Because the society does not permit a man to openly express his homosexual orientation, he is forced to marry a woman to at least “save his face” , fit into the society and make his family proud. But because he is biologically designed to fall in love and be sexual motivated by a man, this husband is usually unable to keep his wife happy. Most wives never know the reason for their husband’s “cold shoulder” behavior, but when they do, the consequences can be quite pathetic.

Last year in Kolkatta, a 32 year old wife committed suicide after she discovered that her husband was gay. Apparently she had confronted the husband several times on the issue, but he was never able to change his ways. The wife was tortured mentally and physically. She decided to end her life on the eve of their 5th wedding anniversary.

And it is not like the men are happy to thus cheat on their wives. Given a choice, most gay men would prefer to just live with the man they love and never consider marrying a woman. However, outdated laws such as this and the “marry and have a baby, that’s what life’s all about” kind of attitude that Indians still have, force such men into such loveless heterosexual marriages.

There are still some other kinds of men who are bisexual. These individuals can make love to a male or a female with equal fervor, because their minds are sexually oriented to both genders. A bisexual man may be married to one woman, but may have extra marital affairs with other men. Either way, the victim is the woman.

What could a woman do if she discovers that she has been married to a gay man? Should she tell others or suffer in silence and protect the dignity of her husband, as would befit the “Adarsha Barathya Naari”? Should she walk out and file for a divorce? Does the Indian Marriage act have a clause that makes homosexuality a reason for divorce? Or should she put up with this loveless life and uphold her husband’s place under the Indian sun? Should she try to work the marriage despite all these odds? If there are children, what should she tell them or should she keep it a secret? Is the wife now at risk for sexually transmitted diseases? And what about if the husband only has gay orientation, and always dreams of making love to men but has never done that so far? Just how should a woman deal with a gay husband?

Of course, if the husband has been sexually active with another partner, irrespective of the gender, then the wife is at risk for sexually transmitted diseases. The first thing she should do, is meet her doctor, check herself and her husband up and make sure she is safe from STDs. This will take care of her physical health. What about her mental health? This sense of betrayal may scar her emotionally. The wife would benefit from consulting a mental health professional then.

ps: copy pasted from INBOX 1305

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

Changing Genders

Ms X is one of those regular girls we’d meet anywhere in India, she was tall, dusky, pretty and smart. And she hated being a woman. She felt her gender gave her no advantages. “How I wish I had been a man! Then I could have gone anywhere, anytime, no questions asked. I’d have so much freedom. No one would stare at my breasts or try to harass me. No periods to worry about! And best of all, I will not need to pretend to be subordinate to men! I can be their equal!”

Girls like Ms X are so common, it is a fact the most women today would have preferred to be a boy rather than be a girl. But the curious fact is, nowadays more and more boys have started wanting to become girls.

As for example Mr Y. He is a tall, athletic and well made young man. He is intelligent, broad-minded, artistic and quite gentle. One would think girls would just love to spend time with him. But the sad twist is, he does not like to spend time with girls. Mr Y thinks he himself is a girl and likes to spend time with macho men.

From his childhood Y had always preferred to play with girls’ dolls; he liked playing with crockery, wearing frilly dresses, long hair and lots of make-up. His mother had found his play-preferences very amusing. She even helped him dress up like a girl and had taken his photographs in frilly costumes. None of those who later saw the picture could guess that the girl in the picture was actually a boy; he looked so girlish. And Y was so proud of that.

His father would for the most part ignore the son’s antics. Those days that he actually noticed his son’s effeminate tendencies, father got really angry and scolded him for behaving like a hijra. Little Y never knew what that word meant. But in his heart, he longed to become a girl. Somehow he felt it was just not right for him to be a male.

When he turned 14 years, Y started developing hair over his face. He hated that. He wanted to have a flawless skin with no whiskers. He carefully kept shaving his whiskers, and when he was sure his mother would not notice, he even shaved his eyebrows into beautiful arches.

By 16 his penis had become bigger and thicker, and his testes had grown big. His voice was beginning to get hoarse and his facial hair started to grow coarse. Y hated all of this. Particularly his penis. Somehow it felt very alien. It just did not seem right. For inside his mind, Y always thought of himself as a beautiful girl. A girl whom men would fall in love with, hold gently and make passionate love to. But this penis thing was a stark reminder that he was not a female. And Y wanted to remove it from his body. It simply did not belong there!

Y also started feeling the pangs of first love. He began to feel strongly attracted to a brawny senior in school. He fervently hoped the boy would let his gaze fall on him. But the boy he so much was in love with, did not take Y seriously. He thought Y was weird. A Hijra. Somebody to laugh at, poke fun at and bully mercilessly.
The boys in school seemed to realize that Y was different. They started teasing him, pinching his private parts and treated him like a girl. Some teachers even called Y home, “to just spend time with, dancing and having fun.”

Y did not like being the butt of every one’s jokes. He did not like being treated like a sex toy. He wanted to be taken seriously. Treated with dignity. But his effeminate movements and graceful gestures made others ridicule him. Even the girls laughed at him.

Y did not like going to the men’s bathroom, he felt so shy pulling his pants down in the presence of other boys. And the other boys boo’ed him so much on seeing the only masculine part of his body. Y would have preferred to go to the girl’s bathroom, he felt he belonged there. But the girls believed he was a boy, they never let him even change clothes in Ladies Room during school dramas.

It was during one such drama that Y met Z. Z was a boy, but he believed he was a girl. He dressed up like a girl, talked like one and even made gestures like a sensuous dancer. Y felt intensely drawn towards Z. He voluntarily approached Z and said, “I never thought I would meet someone who is so much like me!”

Like kindred spirits, Y and Z became thick friends. It was from Z that Y learned that he could stop growing in to a man. By taking shots of female hormones.
Y was excited on hearing that he could reverse his masculinity and become a female. “You mean I can have breasts! Like the women!”

Y had always wanted to be buxom and sexy. In fact he had on several occasions used padded brassieres and worn women’s clothes. He had even gone out in public dressed like a girl and to his great happiness, found that he could very well pass off as a girl. As long as he spoke softly and took care to apply layers of foundation on his jaws, he would easily pull off a “girl appearance”

That he could go in public dressed like a female, made him want to do that permanently. He lost in patience with the “boy’s clothes”. He found that the pretence of behaving like a boy was so taxing. He felt liberated when he was dressed like a female. He wanted that feeling forever, he wanted to convert to a full female.

Z told him that to become a full female, he had to undergo Nirvana. Nirvana was a surgery in which a man’s testes and penis would be removed. With the testes gone, his body would no longer secrete male hormones. Then all he had to do was take female hormones to get that rounded appearance of a woman. Laser treatment would help remove all unnecessary hair. Padded brassieres and knickers would make him get that hour-glass shape that he so longed to have.

Y felt very enthused on hearing this. He wanted to undergo the Nirvana surgery. But the surgery could only be done after taking psychiatric opinions. That made him meet a psychiatrist.

Y explained to the psychiatrist that he had since childhood, always felt that he had been mistakenly born with a wrong body. He felt very feminine inside, but his body forced him to be a male. He did not like that. He wanted to change his body so that it would match his mind. He wanted to become a full female.

Since Y strongly believed that he had a mind-body gender mismatch, there were only two ways to resolve the problem. One would be to change his mind, so that his body would then match. Two would be to change the body to match his mind.

Although to an outsider, it would seem that changing the mind to suit one’s body is the more acceptable solution to this problem, for people like Y it is not even thinkable. Because people like Y suffer from a strange condition called Gender Identity Disorder.

We are all born with sex chromosomes. These are a pair of chromosomes. If one is born with 2X chromosomes we call that individual biological Female Sex. If someone is born with one X and one Y chromosome then that person is biologically of the Male Sex.

But this is only a genetic definition. Society gives individuals another choice, an individual can identify oneself with the female gender or the male gender. Gender is a social role; it depends on how society expects a man or woman to behave.
If a society allows its men to wear make up and jewelry and dress in colourful costumes, as for example the ancient Egyptian society, then it would seem masculine for a girl to wear makeup. If a society only allows its females to dress up sensuously, and wear dramatic makeup, then it would seem that wearing make-up is feminine behavior.

Masculine and feminine behavior has a lot to do with social conditioning. If a society repeatedly keeps telling that cooking is a woman’s job, then it would seem effeminate for a man to cook. Whereas if the same society keeps saying that engineering is a man’s job then the very job would seem masculine.
Make-up, clothing, jewelry, cooking or engineering have no actual gender meanings. But it is the society that allots gender- specifications to these neutral entities.
What role one chooses depends on one’s gender identity; whether they think of themselves as male or female.

In the past people used to believe that genetic sex is destiny. If you were born with 2 X chromosomes, you were a female, no other choices were allowed. But now, we know that in spite of our genes, there does exist a choice. Some individuals choose to identify themselves with the opposite gender; they dress up like the opposite gender and like to have sex with the same sex.

Until recently, it was never understood why some people chose to identity with the opposite gender. But now, we have some information. Very interesting one at that. At formation, all babies are originally female, irrespective of their chromosomes. For the first 6 weeks of life inside the uterus, all babies are female. If the child happens to have a Y chromosome in its genetic makeup, then this child’s body forms organs called the Testes. These testes secrete a hormone called testosterone. This hormone then converts the baby’s body into a male. It travels all through the baby’s body and rewires every cell from its original female form to a male form. This entire process is called Masculinization.

Most importantly, the testosterone rewires the brain of the little baby and upgrades it into a masculinized Male Brain. Rarely in some cases, the testosterone fails to masculinize the baby’s brain. In these children, the brain remains female as it was originally, whereas the body changes to male -complete with the testes and penis.
Because the brain and the mind are female, this child though born with a male’s genitals, thinks of itself as a female. Hence this child prefers all feminine activities, prefers playing with girls and dressing up like them. But when it comes to sexual orientation, they are attracted to males, because in their minds they remain female forever.

Since the mind is female, it is nearly impossible to change it to male later on in life. It would be much easier to change the body to female. And that is why many individuals with Gender Identity Disorder prefer to undergo Sexual Reassignment Surgery and convert their bodies into the female form.

But converting oneself into the female form is not without adverse effects. For one, after such a conversion, the body loses the ability to secrete testosterone. Sudden dip in the testosterone levels may make the individual feel tired, weak and depressed. Of course, over time the body adapts itself to the lack of testosterone, but it takes weeks to months before this transition can take place.

Apart from that, becoming a female makes this individual vulnerable to all the social evils that threaten women. This Nirvanized female is now open to sexual harassment, eve teasing, partner abuse, relationship betrayal and all kinds of other ills that have for long plagued women. The realization that being a woman is not easy after all can make most transgender individuals feel disillusioned and exploited.

This may finally help them understand why those biological women born with 2 X chromosomes and all those voluptuous curves hate their gender roles so much. But a free society allows its citizens choices. If any individual chooses to change his/her gender, it can be done. But like all else, every action has its own consequences. If the individual is ready to face the consequences, then science is ready to help them achieve their dreams.

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

The Dumb Tamil Girl

Mrs X and Mr Y are both well educated and are well placed in their careers. They had been in love for over two years and after negotiating talks with their respective families, arranged for their marriage. After about three months of marriage, they landed up in a psychiatric clinic for marital consultation. The reason for consultation was, according to the wife, “He never understands me. I feel so sad. Sometimes I wonder why on earth I got married!” The husband’s r.f.c. was, “She never obeys me doctor. She thinks too much of herself. She has an attitude problem. She is not at all like the ideal Tamil wife. Unless she mends her ways, I think this marriage is going to end up in divorce…”
It is not like Mrs X and Mr Y are a rare couple. Nowadays, so many young couples come for consultations, from so many different backgrounds - all for the same reason. Wives are sad and feel unappreciated by the husbands and the husbands are irritated and grumpy as they feel slighted by their wife’s independent thinking. The reason: a gross mismatch in their expectations. Most wives expect a loving, understanding, modern man for a husband. A man who will appreciate her mind as much as he appreciates her body; a man who will respect her as a person and treat her with dignity. Reasonable as this sounds, these expectations directly clash with those of the husbands’.
Not all, but most men still expect a subservient, docile and timid wife who will obey her husband no matter what. A wife who will meekly follow her husband’s instructions without offering any suggestions of her own. In case the wife uses her mind a wee bit and gives an idea or offers a suggestion, some men feel affronted. And immediately try to cut the wife back to size by saying, “unakku romba thimir, that is why you are talking like this.” This immediately brings a gush of words and a rush of tears from the wife and there starts many a matrimonial malady!
For example, Mrs X had to book a train ticket to visit her parent’s place. She is twenty-eight years old. She has been reserving tickets on her own for years now and so without much ado, she logged on to the website and make an e-booking. When the tickets arrived by courier, the husband got furious, “How dare you book the ticket without my knowledge! Unakku rumba thimiraayiduchchi!” he started scolding her for that. The wife was stumped. What was so wrong about booking one’s own tickets?
Well, I asked Mr Y, what was so wrong about it? “There is nothing wrong doctor. But she should have first discussed that with me! Am I not the man of the house? If she goes on like this, taking decisions without first getting my permission, then what respect do I have?”
“Did she not tell you about her plans before hand?”
“She did, actually we decided on this trip a week ago. But I was under the impression that I’ll make the reservations. That is how it happens in my house. But this girl, she directly went ahead and got the tickets on her own! How dare she do that!”
“Does reserving one’s own ticket mean that the wife is disrespecting her husband?”
“Not in that sense, but yes, I feel disrespected. If she can do all the man’s work all on her own, then why does she need a husband. To me it seems like she is trying to act too smart and superior. My mother would never have done such a thing. It was always me or my father who would reserve tickets for her. I have never heard of any Tamil girl behaving like this, as if she knows everything.”
This idea of the Ideal Tamil Girl is the root cause for so many marital problems. And the sad part is, most men have no idea about the real Tamil Girl, they have never read the right books or spoken to the right people on this subject. All their knowledge comes from the media portrayals of women. And since most media representations show only a mythical version of the Tamil woman, the impossibly timid, shy, docile and imbecile girl, with no capacity to take her own decision, the average male believes that such women do exist in reality. From MGR who sang, “Even if the girl has studied English, this is how she must be in Tamil Nadu….” to later stars like Rajnikanth and Vijay, the matinee idols always keep spreading false ideas about the Tamil women. Which is not surprising, for all these men are not experts on Tamil Anthropology, how could they know about the Real Tamil Woman?
One only has to go through Tamil literature through the ages to have a glimpse of the Original Tamil Woman. From the Sangam literature of the second century AD to the Bakti literature of the eighth century to the modern literature of the last century, Tamil women have always been brave, intelligent and witty. Avvaiyar, the poetess not only sang beautiful poetry, but also was a peace maker who negotiated truce between battling kings of early Tamilnadu. Mangaiyarkkarasi, the elder sister of saint Appar was so well versed in the religious scriptures that she taught her brother the greatness of Saivism. Andal the young Vishnu devotee who sang the Thiruppaavai was an excellent poet. Kundavai Devi, the elder sister of Raja Raja Cholan was the woman behind his every success. Rani Velu Nachiyar, the Queen of Sivaganga went to war with the British. And Rani Mangamma ruled Madurai on her own. All these were the Real Tamil women, gutsy, brave and all with a mind of their own.
If these were the extraordinary women of Tamil Nadu, the ordinary women were no less smart. In every Tamil household, although to an outsider it seems that the man of the house is making the decisions and heading the family, we all know that it is the woman whose decisions finally win handsdown. Be it the illiterate village woman who saves up money without her alcoholic husband’s knowledge just to make sure that her children get to eat good food, or the city dweller who goes to a boring job just to make ends meet for her family, women have always been enterprising, intelligent and hard working.
And it is not by accident that women are so enterprising. The females have by default been designed to be better survivors. Because it is the female that brings forth life, unless she survives, life cannot exist. And so among all species of life on earth today, it is the female of the species that is better suited for survival than the male. For only if a woman knows to survive, any children born to her will survive.
That is the reason why women’s education has always been a priority in every governments. For only if a woman is educated and has up to date knowledge about her world, her children will have the benefit of better survival. It is a fact that only those countries that have a female high literacy rate have a good economy, the stock exchange rates in these countries are high. Whereas those countries with poor women’s literacy do not even feature on the stock market. The reason is obvious. Intelligent mothers rear intelligent children, intelligent children have new ideas that sell well, and so the stock markets surge!
Such being the case, it is quite sad that young men today, believe in the myth of the Dumb Tamil Girl and force their wives to play that impossible role. They want to control their wife’s every move and push them into dependant, subservient roles. Of course, it is not that these men are mean and hence they want boss over their wives. It is just that, the popular media depicts women as silly sizzies and just like many stereotypes that we learn from the media, men mistakenly believe that such dumb women make better wives.
This is completely untrue. Let me give you a real life example. Mrs Q was the just the stuff that Tamil songs sing about, extremely beautiful with oodles of accham, matam, naanam and payirpppu. Her husband told me outright, “I am sick and tired of her doctor, I do not want to live with her anymore!”
“Why do you say that?”
“She is so dumb doctor, that I have no peace of mind. She is always pestering me for everything. She cannot go to the shop and get the groceries on her own. I need to do that for her. She cannot hail an auto and take the children for a checkup. I have to do that. I am only one person. I have to go to work, take care of paying all bills, I must find time to take care of children, and then I also have to find time to run errands for her. Why can’t she use her brain and do her work on her own? This morning the child fell sick and has been wheezing for hours now. I had got her a cell phone and even taught her to use it. Neither did she take the child to the doctor on her own, nor did she call me! What can I do with a dumb idiot like this? What if I had lost my child! Please you make her alright doctor, otherwise my children are going to suffer because of her stupidity…”
This is the reality of the Dumb Tamil Girl. She may be a big massage to your ego. Her innocence and dependence can make a man feel smarter, bigger, braver and better. But the price one has to pay for this ego boost is lifelong loss of peace. And a breed of inadequately mothered dull children.
In the past, women were never educated. Even if they did go to school, the day they became a “big girl” they’d drop out. Soon after that they’d get married. They had no employment. They were completely dependent on their husbands for every one of their meals. That dependent role made them treat their husbands like their masters, not out of love, but of fear! The husbands might have enjoyed all the pampering they got from their subservient wives. But the quality of life of the last century Indians was very low. Children died by the millions just because of their mother’s ignorance. Even those children that survived led very low quality lives. India remained a poor country and its people were not very smart. They were invaded by foreigners one after the other. It was only after women’s education became a priority that the quality of life of Indians has improved. Today, what with governmental policies, job opportunities and improved economy, women are making big strides ahead in life. Unlike the women in the past, today’s women are more educated, can put their trained minds to good use, are quite independent and very efficient. The country has spent years of planning and implementation to put Indian women where they stand today.
All these efforts were just so that these women make smarter mothers and their children can build a stronger nation. This is the big picture. Once we understand that, we can escape petty egoistic thoughts about keeping the women under control and actually congratulate the wives who reserve their own tickets without nagging their husbands. We can appreciate the women for using their brains and giving their husbands good ideas. We can feel proud that within sixty years of independence we have uplifted our women from illiterate, helpless, easily exploited lots into self-thinking, smart beings who can herald a new era of Indian superpowerdom.
An intelligent man will always move with the times. Otherwise, like the dinosaurs that stopped evolving and just went extinct, men will get stuck back in time and get lost in their search for the mythical Dumb Tamil Girl who never exists in the real world.
Most men upgrade themselves quickly and learn to look at women as equals. They evolve into better beings and begin to appreciate their wives for their minds and feel proud of their achievements. These men who evolve and adapt to the changing times are the ones that are fit for survival.
But then, there are also some other men who still cling on to the past and keep saying, “My mother never did that, my mother never used that…I want my wife to be just like that ” The sad truth is, such men are just proving that they are unfit for survival….for survival is all about adapting to the changes that happen around us. All over the world, women are being uplifted, improved and updated. A fit man will adapt himself to suit these evolved women, and the human race will move ahead in evolutionary times. Those men who refuse to adapt and will not learn, will simply be left behind as losers.
Marriage is an ultimate test for survival. Those who are willing to adapt, learn new ways of behavior and move with the times survive and survive well. What about you?

Saturday, 31 May 2008

рооுродро▓் рокெрог்рогிропро╡ாродி


роЗрой்ро▒ைроп рокெрог்роХро│் ро░ொроо்рокро╡ே роХொроЯுрод்родு ро╡ைрод்родро╡ро░்роХро│், роиро▓்ро▓ ро╡ாроп்рок்рокுроХ்роХро│், ро╡роЪродிроХро│், роЙро░ிрооைроХро│், роЪрооூроХ роЕрои்родро╕்родு роОрой்ро▒ு роУро░ро│ро╡ுроХ்роХு рооேрой்рооைропாроХро╡ே роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒родு роЕро╡ро░்роХро│் ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХை родро░роо். роЖройாро▓் роЗрои்род ро╡ро│роо் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЖроХாропрод்родிро▓ிро░ுрои்родு родாройாроп் ро╡рои்родு роХுродிрод்родுро╡ிроЯро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை. роОрод்родройைропோ рооройிродро░்роХро│ிрой் родொроЯро░் рокோро░ாроЯ்роЯроо் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокிро░роЪ்роЪாро░род்родிрой் ро╡ிро│ைро╡ாроп் родாрой் роЗрой்ро▒ைроп рокெрог்роХро│் роХொроЮроЪрооேройுроо் родрой்рооாройрод்родோроЯு роЗро░ுроХ்роХрооுроЯிроХிро▒родு.
роЗрок்рокроЯி рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХாроХ рокோро░ாроЯிропро╡ро░்роХро│ிро▓் рокро▓ рокேро░் рокெрог்роХро│், роЗро╡ро░்роХро│் родроЩ்роХро│ுроХ்роХாроХ родாроЩ்роХро│ே роХுро░ро▓் роХொроЯுрод்родுроХ்роХொрог்роЯро╡ро░்роХро│். роЖройாро▓் родройроХ்роХாроХ роОрой்ро▒ு роЗро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓், родாрой் роТро░ு роЖрогாроХ роЗро░ுрои்родрокோродுроо் рооிроХродீро╡ிро░рооாроХ рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் роЙро░ிрооைроХ்роХாроХ் рокோро░ாроЯிроп роТро░ுро╡ро░் роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒ாро░். роЕро╡ро░் родாрой் родிро░ு ро░ாроороЪாрооி.
роЖройாро▓் ро░ாроороЪாрооி роОрой்ро▒ாро▓் ропாро░் роОрой்ро▒ு роЗрой்ро▒ு ропாро░ுроХ்роХுроо் родெро░ிро╡родிро▓்ро▓ை....роЪாродாро░рог рооройிродро░்роХро│ை родாрой் роЗропро▒்рокெропро░ாро▓் роЕро┤ைрок்рокோроо். роЪெропро▒்роХ்роХро░ிроп роЪெроп்род рокெро░ுроо் рооройிродро░்роХро│ை рокிро░род்родிропேроХ роЪிро▒рок்рокு рокெропро░ாро▓் родாройே роЕро┤рок்рокோроо். роЗрок்рокроЯி роЪிро▒рок்рокு рокெропро░் рокропрой்рокроЯுрод்родிропே рокро┤роХிро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро▓் роХாро▓рок்рокோроХ்роХிро▓் роЕрой்ройாро░ிрой் роЗропро▒்рокெропро░ே рооро▒рои்родுрокோроп், роЪிро▒рок்рокுрокெропро░ே роиிро░рои்родிро░рооாроХி ро╡ிроЯுроХிро▒родு. родிро░ுро╡ாро│ро░் ро░ாроороЪாрооிропுроо் роЕрок்рокроЯிрок்рокроЯ்роЯ рооро╣ாрой் родாрой். роЗропро▒்рокெропро░ே рооро▒рои்родுрокோроХுроо் роЕро│ро╡ிро▒்роХு рокிро░роЪிрод்родрооாрой роЕро╡ро░родு роЪிро▒рок்рокு рокெропро░் родாрой் родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░்.
ропோроЪிрод்родு рокாро░்род்родாро▓், рокுрод்родро░், роХிро░ிро╕்родு, роирокி, рооро╣ாрод்рооா роОрой்ро▒ ро╡ро░ிроЪைропிро▓் родройроХ்роХெрой்ро▒ு роТро░ு роиிро░рои்родро░ роЪிро▒рок்рокு рокெропро░் рокெро▒்ро▒ро╡ро░் рокроЯ்роЯிропро▓ிро▓் родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░ுроо் роТро░ுро╡ро░். рооро▒்ро▒ роиாро▓்ро╡ро░ை ро╡ிроЯ рокெро░ிропாро░் ро╡ிрод்родிропாроЪрооாройро╡ро░், роЕро╡ро░்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роХроЯро╡ுро│ிрой் рокெропро░ாро▓் рокрогிропாро▒்ро▒ிропро╡ро░்роХро│், рокெро░ிропாро░ோ роХроЯро╡ுро│ே роЗро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ு рокроХிро░роЩ்роХрооாроп் рокிро░роЪ்роЪாро░роо் роЪெроп்род்родро▒்роХாроХ рокிро░роЪிрод்родிрокெро▒்ро▒ро╡ро░்.
роЖройாро▓், роЗрои்род рокெро░ிропாро░் роОрой்ро▒ рооாрооройிродройிрой் рокாроЯро▓் рокெро▒ாрод роЗрой்ройொро░ு рооுроХроо் роТрой்ро▒ு роЙрог்роЯு. роЗро╡ро░் родாрой் роЗрои்родிропாро╡ிрой் рооுродро▓ுроо், рооிроХ рооுроо்рооுро░рооுрооாрой рокெрог்рогிропро╡ாродி.
роЗрой்ро▒ு роЖрогுроХ்роХு рокெрог் роЪроо்роо் роОрой்рокродு роОро▓்ро▓ோро░ாро▓ுроо் роТрок்рокுроХ்роХொро│்ро│рок்рокроЯ்роЯ роТро░ு роЪрооூроХ роХро░ுрод்родு. роЗрой்ро▒ைроп рокெрог் роЖрогுроХ்роХு роЕроЯிрооை роЗро▓்ро▓ை, роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХுроЖрогை рокோро▓ро╡ே роОро▓்ро▓ா роЪுрод்рои்родிро░рооுроо் роЙрог்роЯு родாрой், роЗрои்род рокெрог் ро╡ிроЯுрод்ро▓ை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪெрой்ро▒ роиூро▒்ро▒ாрог்роЯிро▓் рокெро░ிропாро░் рооுрой் роироЯ்род்родிроп рокெро░ுроо் рокோро░ாроЯ்роЯ்род்родிрой் роиேро░роЯி ро╡ிро│ைро╡ு родாрой்.
роХроЯрои்род роХாро▓род்родிрой் роХேро╡ро▓роЩ்роХро│ை роТро░ு рооுро▒ை роиிройைро╡ு роХூро░்рои்родாро▓்....роЕрои்род роХாро▓род்родிро▓் рокெрог்роХро│் рокூрок்рокெроп்ро╡родро▒்роХு рооுрой்рокே рокாро▓ிроп ро╡ிро╡ாроХроо் роЪெроп்роп рокроЯ்роЯுро╡ிроЯுро╡ாро░்роХро│். роЗрои்род роХுроЯ்роЯி рооாроЯ்роЯுрок்рокெрог்рогிрой் роХுроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХрогро╡рой், рокாроо்рокு роХроЯிрод்родோ, роХாро▓ро░ா родாроХ்роХிропோ, ро╡ேро▒ு роОрок்рокроЯிропோ роЕро▓்рокாроЕропிроЪிро▓் рооாрог்роЯுрокோройாрой் роОрой்ро▒ாро▓், роЗрои்род роХுроЯ்роЯி ро╡ிродро╡ைроХ்роХு роОро▓்ро▓ா роЪроо்рокிро░родாропроЩ்роХро│ைропுроо் роЪெроп்ро╡ிрод்родு, роЕро╡ро│ை роЕроороЩ்роХро│ி роЖроХ்роХி рооுроЯிрои்родாро▓் роЙроЯрой் роХроЯ்роЯை роПро▒்ро▒ி, роХрогро╡ройிрой் роЪிродைропிро▓் родро│்ро│ிро╡ிроЯுро╡ாро░்роХро│். роЕрок்рокроЯி роЗро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ாро▓், роЕрои்род роХுроЯ்роЯிрок்рокெрог் родрой் рооிрод роЬீро╡ройрод்родை рооுро┤ு рокிро░роо்роороЪ்роЪро░ிропрод்родிро▓் роХро┤ிрод்родிроЯ ро╡ேрог்роЯிропродு родாрой். роЗрои்род роХுроЯ்роЯி рокெрог்рогுроХ்роХு рооро▒ு ро╡ாро┤்ро╡ு, роЕроЯுрод்род родிро░ுроорогроо் роОрой்ро▒ рокேроЪ்роЪுроХ்роХே роЗроЯрооிро▓்ро▓ை. рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் роЙро░ிрооை роОрой்ро▒ роТрой்ро▒ே роЕрокроЪ்роЪாро░рооாрой роЪொро▓்ро▓ாроХрод்родாрой் роХро░ுродрок்рокроЯ்роЯ்родு.
роЕроороЩ்роХро│ிропாрой் рокெрогிрой் роХродி родாрой் роЗро╡்ро╡ро│்ро╡ு рооோроЪроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рокாро░்род்родாро▓், роЪுроороЩ்роХро│ிропாроХ роЗро░ுрои்род рокெрог்ро│ிрой் роиிро▓ைропுроо் роороЯ்роЯрооாроХро╡ே роЗро░ுрои்род்родு. роЕрои்род роХாро▓род்родு рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роОрод்родройைропோ родроЯைроХро│் роЗро░ுрои்родрой. роЕро╡ро░்роХро│் родройிропே ро╡ெро│ிропே роЪெро▓்ро▓роХ்роХூроЯாродு, роХро▓்ро╡ிроХро▒்роХ்роХூроЯாродு, ро╡ேро▓ைроХ்роХு рокோроХ рооுроЯிропாродு, роЪுропрооாроп் роЪроо்рокாродிроХ்роХ рооுроЯிропாродு, роЪொрод்родுро░ிрооை роХிроЯைропாродு, роЪுропроЪроо்рокாродிропрод்родிро▒்роХு ро╡ро┤ி роЗро▓்ро▓ை, роЪுропрооாроп் ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХைродுрогைропை родெро░்рои்родெроЯுроХ்роХுроо் роЙро░ிрооைропுроо் роХிроЯைропாродு. роЖроХ роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роОрой்ро▒ு роОрои்род роЪுродрои்родிро░рооுроо் роХிроЯைропாродு. роЕро╡ро│் роТро░ு родройி рокிро░роЬைропாроХро╡ே роХро░ுродрок்рокроЯро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை. роЕро╡ро│ிрой் роЕроЯைропாро│роо் роЕрок்рокா, роЕрог்рогрой், роХрогро╡рой், роороХрой், роОрой்ро▒ு роТро░ு роЖрогிрой் роЕроЯைропாро│родோроЯே роОрок்рокோродுроо் рокிрогைроХ்роХрок்рокроЯ்роЯிро░ுрои்род்родு...роХாро░рог்роо், рокெрог்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் рокро▓ро╡ீройрооாройро╡ро░்роХро│், роЕродройாро▓் роЕро╡ро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роТро░ு роЖрогிрой் рокாродுроХாрок்рокு роОрок்рокோродுрооே роЕро╡роЪிропроо் роОрой்роХிро▒ роироо்рокிроХ்роХை роЗро░ுрои்родு ро╡рои்род்родு.
роЕрои்род роХாро▓род்родு роЖрог்роХро│ுроо் рокெрог்роХро│ை рокро▒்ро▒ி рокெро░ிродுроо் ропோроЪிроХ்роХро╡ே роЗро▓்ро▓ை. роЙрог்рооைропை роЪொро▓்ро▓рок்рокோройாро▓், рокெрог்роХро│் роЗрок்рокроЯி роЗро┤ி роиிро▓ைропிро▓் роЗро░ுрок்рокродு родாрой் роироо் роХро▓ாроЪ்роЪாро░ рокாро░роо்рокро░ிропроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рокெро░ுрооைрок்рокроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХொрог்роЯாро░்роХро│்.
рокாро▓ிропро╡ிро╡ாроХроо் родாрой் роЪро░ி, роЕрок்рокோродு родாрой் рокெрогிрой் роХро▒்рокு 100% родூроп்рооைропாроп் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рокாро▓роХроЩ்роХாродро░ родிро▓роХро░ை рокோрой்ро▒ родேроЪродро▓ைро╡ро░்роХро│ுроо் роиிройைрод்родாро░்роХро│்.
роЖройாро▓் рокெро░ிропாро░் ро░ொроо்рокро╡ே ро╡ிрод்родிропрооாрой рооройிродро░், роородрооெройுроо் рооாропро╡ро▓ைропிро▓் рооாроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХொро│்ро│ாрод роЪுропроЪிрои்родройைропாро│ро░் роЕро╡ро░். рокுродிродாроп் ропோроЪிроХ்роХ родெро░ிрои்род рокுро░роЯ்роЪிропாро│ро░் роОрой்рокродройாро▓், роЬாродி, роородроо், роиிро▒роо், рокாро▓ிройроо், рокோрой்ро▒ рооாропைроХро│ை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் родாрог்роЯி рооுродிро░்рои்род рокроХுрод்родро▒ிро╡ு роЪிрои்родройை роХொрог்роЯ роЮாройி роЕро╡ро░். роОрой்ройродாрой் ро╡ைрогро╡ роЪроЯроЩ்роХுроХро│் ро╡ро┤ிрои்род роХுроЯுроо்рокрод்родை роЪேро░்рои்род்родро╡ро░ாроп் роЗро░ுрои்родாро▓ுроо், ро╡ாроп் роХிро┤ிроп роЪро░்ро╡роо் рокிро░роо்роо рооропроо் роОрой்ро▒ு роЕрод்ро╡ைродрод்род்родுро╡роо் рокேроЪிро╡ிроЯ்роЯு, роЕродே ро╡ாропாро▓் роЬாродிропிрой் рокெропро░ாро▓் рокாро░рокроЯ்роЪроо் рокேроЪுроо் рокроЯ்роЪோрои்родிрод்родройрод்родை роЪிро▒ு ро╡ропродிро▓ேропே роЪроХிрод்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро│ рооுроЯிропாродро╡ро░் рокெро░ிропாро░்.
роТро░ு роЪро░ாроЪро░ி рооройிродрой் роЖроХாропрод்родிро▓் рокро▒роХ்роХுроо் роХро▓ройை роХро▒்рок்рокройை роХூроЯ роЪெроп்ропрооுроЯிропாрод роХாро▓род்родிро▓ேропே ро╣ெро▓ிроХாрок்роЯро░ை роХрог்роЯுрокிроЯிрод்род ро▓ிропோройாро░்роЯோ роЯ ро╡ிрой்роЪிропை рокோро▓, рокெро░ிропாро░ுроо், родроо் роХாро▓род்родை рооிроЮ்роЪுроо் ропோроЪிроХ்роХுроо் родீро░்роХ்роХрод்роЪிрои்родройைропாро│ро░ாроХ роЗро░ுродாро░். роТро░ு роЪрооூроХро╡ிроЮ்роЮாройிропாроп், родроо் роЪроо்роХாро▓род்родро╡ро░் роЪிрои்родிрод்родுроХ்роХூроЯ рокாро░்роХ்роХ் рооுроЯிропாрод рокро▓ рокுродுрооைропாрой ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХை рооுро▒ைроХро│ை рооுрой்ро╡ைрод்родாро░். рокெрог் роЗропро▒்роХைропிро▓ேропே роЖрогிрой் роЖродிроХ்роХрод்родிро▒்роХு роЙроЯ்рокроЯ்роЯро╡ро│் родாрой் роОрой்ро▒ு роОро▓்ро▓ோро░ுроо் роироо்рокிроХ்роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்род роХாро▓род்родிро▓ேропே, рокெрог் роОро▓்ро▓ா ро╡ிрод்род்родிро▓ுроо் роЖрогுроХ்роХு роЪро░ி роиிроХро░் роЪрооாройроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рооுродро▓் рооுродро▓ிро▓் рокெрог்рогிропроо் рокேроЪிропро╡்ро░ே родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░் родாрой். роЗрои்род роороХро│ிро░் роЪроород்родுро╡род்родிро▒்роХாроХ் рокро▓ роиூродрой рокோро░ாроЯроЩ்роХро│ை рооேро▒்роХொрог்роЯு, роЪрооுроХ роЕрооைрок்рокுроХро│ை роОродிро░்род்родு родாроХ்роХிройாро░்.
роЕро╡ро░் роХாро▓род்родிро▓் рокெрог் роОрой்ро▒ாро▓், роЕро╡ро│் роЙроЯро▓், роЕро┤роХு, рокிро│்ро│ை рокெро▒ுроо் родрой்рооை, рокрогிро╡ு, роЪрооைропро▓் родிро▒рой், роХро▒்рокு, роЖроХிропро╡ைропே рокோро▒்ро▒ுродро▓ுроХ்роХு роЙроХрои்родро╡ை роОрой роХро░ுродрок்рокроЯ்роЯрой. рокெро░ிропாро░் роЗрои்род рокроЯ்роЯிропро▓ிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род роОро▓்ро▓ாро╡ро▒்ро▒ைропுроо் роЪாроЯிройாро░்.
роЖрогுроХ்роХு рокெрог் роЪроо்роо் роОрой்ро▒ рокிрой் рокெрог் роороЯ்роЯுроо் родрой் роЙроЯро▓ை роЕро┤роХுрок்рокроЯுрод்родி роХாроЯ்роЯி роЖрогிрой் роЕроЩ்роХீроХாро░род்родிро▒்роХு роХாрод்родிро░ுроХ்роХ ро╡ேрог்роЯிропродிро▓்ро▓ைропே. роОрок்рокроЯி роЖрог்роХро│் роТро░ு роХாро▓род்родிро▓் родாроЩ்роХ்ро│் роЕрогிрои்родிро░ுрои்род роХроЯுроХ்роХрой், роХுрог்роЯро▓роо், роЖроХிроп்ро╡ро▒்ро▒ை роХро┤ро▒்ро▒ிро╡ிроЯ்роЯு, роХுроЯுрооிроХро│ை ро╡ெроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХொрог்роЯு, родிро▓роХроо் роЕрогிро╡родை роиிро▒ுрод்родிроХ்роХொрог்роЯு, роЗродро▒்роХாроХ், роЪெро▓ро╡ிроЯ்роЯ роХாро▓род்родை роЙро░ுрок்рокроЯிропாроХ роЙрокропோроХிроХ்роХிро▒ாро░்роХро│ோ, роЕродு рокோро▓ро╡ே рокெрог்роХро│ுроо் роТрок்рокройைроХ்роХாроХ் роЪெро▓ро╡ிроЯுроо் роиேро░род்родை роХொроЮроЪроо் рокிро░ропோроЬройрооாроХ рокропрой்рокроЯுрод்родிройாро▓் рооேро▓்; роЙроЯை, роТрок்рокройை, роЬроЯை, роЕро▓роЩ்роХாро░роо் рокோрой்ро▒ ро╡ெроЯ்роЯி ро╡ேро│ைроХро│ிро▓் роЪெро▓ро╡ிроЯுроо் роиேро░род்родை родроЩ்роХро│் роЕро▒ிро╡ை рооேроо்рокроЯுрод்род рокропрой்рокроЯுрод்родிройாро▓் родாрой் рокெрог்роХро│் рооுрой்ройேро▒ рооுроЯிропுроо் роОрой்ро▒ாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЕродройாро▓், роЖрог்роХро│் роЕрогிроХро│ை родுро▒рои்род்родை рокோро▓ро╡ே рокெрог்роХро│ுроо் роЪெроп்роп ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо், рооுро┤роо் рооுро┤рооாроп், рокுроЯро╡ைропை роЪுро▒்ро▒ிроХ்роХொрог்роЯு родро▓ைрок்рокு роЪро░ிропாроХ роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒родா, роХொроЪுро╡роо் роЪро░ிропாроХ роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒родா роОрой்ро▒ு роЪро░ி рокாро░்рок்рокродிро▓ேропே роиேро░род்родை ро╡ீрогроЯிрок்рокродை ро╡ிроЯ, рокெрог்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо், роЖрог்роХро│ை рокோро▓, рооேро▓роп роиாроЯ்роЯுрок்рокெрог்роХро│ை рокோро▓, рокேрог்роЯ். роЪроЯ்роЯை роЕрогிрои்родுроХொрог்роЯு, рооுроЯிропை ро╡роЪродிропாроХ роХிро░ாрок்рокு ро╡ெроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХொрог்роЯு, рокொроЯ்роЯு ро╡ைроХ்роХுроо் ро╡ெрод்родு ро╡ро┤роХ்роХрод்родை ро╡ிроЯுрод்родு роиிроо்роородிропாроХ роЗро░ுроХ்роХро▓ாрооே роОрой்ро▒ு роРроЯிропா роЪொрой்ройாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░்.
рокெро░ிропாро░் рокро▓ ро╡ெро│ி роиாроЯுроХро│ுроХ்роХெро▓்ро▓ாроо் рокோроп், роЕроЩ்роХுро│்ро│ рооройிродро░்роХро│் ро╡ாро┤ுроо் ро╡ிрод்род்родை рокро░ிроЪீро▓ройை роЪெроп்родு рокாро░்род்родு, роОродு рооுрой்ройேро▒்ро▒род்родிро▒்роХு роЙроХрои்род்родு роОрой்ро▒ு роЪீро░்родூроХ்роХிрок்рокாро░்род்родро╡ро░். ро╡ро│ро░்рои்род роиாроЯுроХро│ை роЪேро░்рои்род рокெрог்роХро│் роХுроЯ்роЯி рооுроЯிропுроо், роЗро▓роХு роЙроЯைроХро│ைропுроо் роЕрогிро╡родройாро▓், роЪро╡ுроХро░ிропрооாроХ роЙрогро░்ро╡родை роХро╡ройிрод்род рокெро░ிропாро░், родрой் родுрогைро╡ி роиாроХроо்рооைропைропுроо் роЕро╡்ро╡ாро▒ே роЙроЯை роЕрогிроп роЪிрокாро░ிроЪு роЪெроп்родாро░். 1930роХро│ிро▓ேропே! рокро┤ைропрой роХро┤ிрод்родு, рокிро░ропோроЬройрооாрой рокுродுрооைроХро│ை ро╕்ро╡ீроХро░ிрод்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро╡родிро▓் роЖро░்ро╡рооுро│்ро│ рооுро▒்рокோроХ்роХு роЪிрои்родройைропுро│்ро│ро╡ро░் рокெро░ிропாро░்.
роЗродு рокோро▓ро╡ே рокிро│்ро│ைрокேро▒ு рокро▒்ро▒ிропுроо், роХீро┤்рокроЯிродро▓ை рокро▒்ро▒ிропுроо் рокெро░ிропாро░் рооாро▒ுрокроЯ்роЯ роХро░ுродுроХ்роХро│ை роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்родாро░். роЕро╡ро░் рокெрог்роХро│ை ро╡ெро▒ுроо் роХுроЯ்роЯிрокோроЯுроо் ропрои்родிро░роЩ்роХро│ாроХ рокாро░்роХ்роХро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை, роЕро╡ро░்роХ்ро│ை роЕро▒ிро╡ாро│ிроХро│ாроХ рокாро░்роХ்роХро╡ிро░ுроо்рокிройாро░். роЕродройாро▓், роЖрог்роХро│ை рокோро▓ро╡ே рокெрог்роХро│ூроо் роирой்ро▒ாроХ рокроЯிроХ்роХро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ு роКроХ்роХுро╡ிрод்родாро░். роЗродு рокро▒்ро▒ி ‘рокெрог் роПрой் роЕроЯிрооைропாройாро│்?’ роОрой்роХிро▒் роЕро╡ро░родு рокுрод்родроХрод்родிро▓், рокெрог்рогிрой் роЕро▒ிропாрооை родாрой் роЕро╡ро│ை роЕроЯிрооைрокроЯுрод்родுроХிро▒родு, роЖройாро▓் роЕро▒ிро╡ு роЕро╡ро│ை роЪுродрои்родிро░рок்рокроЯுрод்родுроо், роЕродройாро▓் рокெрог்роХро│ை роХро▓்ро╡ி рокெро▒்ро▒ு, рокроХுрод்родро▒ிро╡ோроЯு ро╡ாро┤்ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ாро░்.
рокெрог் роОрой்рокро╡ро│் роЕроЯроХ்роХ роТроЯுроХ்роХрооாроп் роЗро░ுроХ்роХ ро╡ேрог்роЯிропро╡ро│் роОрой்роХிро▒ рокோройродро▓ைрооுро▒ை роОродிро░்рокாро░்рок்рокை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роПро│ройроо் роЪெроп்родாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். родрой் роироо்рокிроХ்роХை роЗро▓்ро▓ாрод роХோро┤ைродாрой் рокெрог்рогை роЕроЯроХ்роХி родрой் ро╡ீро░род்родை роХாроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХொро│்ро│ рооுропро▓்ро╡ாрой், рооро▒்ро▒рокроЯி роиிроЬрооாрой ро╡ீро░ роЖрог்роороХрой், рокெрог்роХро│ிроЯроо் роХро░ிроЪройрод்родோроЯு родாрой் роироЯрои்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро╡ாрой் роОрой்ро▒ாро░்.
рокெрог்роХро│் роЪрооропро▓் роЕро▒ைропிро▓ேропே рооுроЯроЩ்роХிроХ்роХிроЯрок்рокродை рокро▒்ро▒ிропுроо் рокெро░ிропாро░ிроХ்роХு роОродிро░்рок்рокு роЗро░ுрои்род்родு. рокெрог்роХро│் роЕроЯுрок்рокூродிроХ்роХொрог்роЯு, роЪродா роЪрооропро▓ே роХродி роОрой்ро▒ு роЗро░ுрок்рокродிройாро▓் родாрой் роЕро╡ро░்роХ்ро│родு роЕро▒ிро╡ை роЙрокропோроХрооாроХ рокропрой்рокроЯுрод்род рооுроЯிропாрооро▓் рокோроХிро▒родு. роЕрок்рокроЯி роЗро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓், роЙрогро╡ுроХ்роХாроХ роОрой்ро▒ு родройி рооைропроЩ்роХро│் роЕрооைрод்родு, роЕроЩ்роХிро░ுрои்родே роОро▓்ро▓ோро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЙрог்ро╡ு ро╡ро┤роЩ்роХ роПро▒்рокாроЯு роЪெроп்родுро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро▓், роЪрооைропро▓் роОройுроо் роЪெроХ்роХிро▓ிро░ுрои்родு ро╡ிроЯுрокроЯ்роЯு, рокெрог்роХро│் родроЩ்роХро│் роЕро▒ிро╡ை ро╡ро│ро░்род்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро│ ро╡ாроп்рок்рокு роХிроЯைроХ்роХுрооே роОрой்ро▒ு ропோроЪройை родрои்родாро░் родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░்.
родрооிро┤் рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் роЙроЪ்роЪ்роХ்роХроЯ்роЯ роЙрог்ро░்ро╡ாрой் роХро▒்рокை рокро▒்ро▒ிропுроо் рокெро░ிропாро░் родெро│ிро╡ாрой роХро░ுрод்родுроХ்роХро│ை роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்родாро░். роХро▒்рокு роиெро▒ி роОрой்рокродெро▓்ро▓ாроо், рокெрог்роХро│ை роХாро▓ாроХாро▓род்родிро▒்роХுроо் роЖрогிрой் роЕроЯிрооைроХро│ாроХ்роХுроо் рокெро░ிроп роЪродி. роЗрои்род роХுро▒ிроХிроп ро╡роЯ்роЯ்род்родை ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு рокெрог்роХро│் ро╡ெро│ிропேро▒ி роЪுропрооро░ிропாродைропுроЯрой் ро╡ாро┤ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЗродро▒்роХாроХ роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை родிро░ுроорогроЩ்роХро│ை родோро▒்ро▒ுро╡ிрод்родாро░். роЪாродாро░рог родிро░ுроорогроЩ்роХро│ிро▓், рокெрог் ро╡ெро▒ுроо் роТро░ு рокொро░ுро│் рооாродிро░ி родроХрок்рокройாро▓் роХрой்ройிроХாродாройроо் роЪெроп்родு родро░рок்рокроЯ்роЯு, роХрогро╡ройிроЯроо் роТрок்рокроЯைроХ்роХрокроЯுро╡ாро│். роЖрогுроХ்роХு рокெрог் роЪроо்роо் роОрой்ро▒ роиிро▓ை ро╡рои்род рокிро▒роХு, рокெрог்ройрог родொро░рои்родு роПрой் роТро░ு рокொро░ுро│ாроХро╡ே роироЯ்род்родро╡ேрог்роЯுроо்? родройроХ்роХு рокிроЯிрод்род родுрогைро╡ройை родாройே родேро░்рои்родெроЯுроХ்роХுроо் роЙро░ிрооை роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роЗро░ுроХ்роХ ро╡ேрог்роЯுрооே. роЕрод்родோроЯு, роЕро╡ро│ை родாройрооாроХ родро░ுро╡родெро▓்ро▓ாроо், рокெрог்рогை роЕро╡рооாрой்рок்рокроЯுрод்родுроо் роЪெропро▓் роОрой்рокродாро▓், роЖрогுроо் рокெрог்рогுроо் роЪро░ி роиிроХро░ாроп் роЪроо роЙро░ிрооைропுроЯрой் роТро░ுро╡ро░ை рооро▒்ро▒ро╡ро░் роЗро▓்ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХை родுрогைропாроп் роТрок்рокрои்родроо் роЪெроп்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро│ுроо் роТро░ு роЕро╡ுро░ро╡рооாрой роХрог்рогிропрооாрой், роиро╡ீрой родிро░ுроорогрод்родை роЕро▒ிрооுроХрок்рокроЯுрод்родிройாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЗрои்род рооுро▒ைропிро▓் роЖрогுроо் рокெрог்рогுроо் род்роЩ்роХро│் роЪுроп роЕро╡ுро░ро╡род்родை рокாродுроХாрод்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро│ рооுроЯிрои்род்родாро▓், роЗродு роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை родிро░ுроорогроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рокிро░рокро│рооாройродு. роТрой்ро▒ுроо் рокுро░ிропாрод, роОрок்рокроЯிропுроо் рокிрой் рокро▒்ро▒ாрод ро╡ேродроЩ்роХро│ை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роУродிроХ்роХொрог்роЯிро░ுроХ்роХாрооро▓், роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை рооுро▒ைропிро▓் роЪроороХாро▓рооொро┤ிропிро▓், роОро▓்ро▓ோро░ுроХ்роХுроо் рокுро░ிропுроо் ро╡ிродрод்родிро▓் роТрок்рокрои்родроо் роЪெроп்родுроХ்роХொрог்роЯு роЗро▓்ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХைропிро▓் роЗрогைрои்родாро░்роХро│் рокро▓ро░். роЗрой்ро▒ு ро╡ро░ை родрооிро┤் рокроЯроЩ்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் родாро▓ி роЪெрог்роЯிрооெрог்роЯை рокро▒்ро▒ி роЖро╣ா роУро╣ோ роОрой்ро▒ு рокிродро▒்ро▒ிроХ்роХொрог்роЯிро░ுроХ்роХ, роЕрой்ро▒ே рокெро░ிропாро░், роХாро▓் роироЯைроХро│ுроХ்роХு родாрой் роУроЯிро╡ிроЯроХ்роХூроЯாродெрой்ро▒ு роТро░ு рооூроХ்роХройாроЩ்роХропிро░ு роХроЯ்роЯுро╡ாро░்роХро│், рокெрог் роОрой்рой ро╡ிро│роЩ்роХா, роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роОродро▒்роХு роТро░ு роХро┤ுрод்родு роХропிро░ு роОрой்ро▒ாро░். роЕрок்рокроЯிропே роХропிро░் роХроЯ்роЯிрод்родாрой் роЖроХро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ாро▓், роЖрогுроо் рокெрогுроо் роЪроо்роо் роЖроХிро╡ிроЯ்роЯ роХாро░рог்род்родிройாро▓், рокெрог்рогுроХ்роХு роЖрог் родாро▓ி роХроЯ்роЯுро╡родை рокோро▓, роЖрогுроХ்роХுроо் рокெрог் родாро▓ி роХроЯ்роЯро▓ாроо், роЕро▓்ро▓родு, роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுрооே, родாро▓ி роХроЯ்роЯுроо் роЕрокрод்род роЪроЯроЩ்роХை роХைро╡ிроЯро▓ாроо், роОрой்ро▒ாро░்.
родாро▓ி роЗрой்ро▒ி, ро╡ேрод роорои்родிро░роЩ்роХро│் роЗрой்ро▒ி, родிро░ுроорог்роо் роЪெроп்родாро▓் роЕроороЩ்роХро│роо் роЖроХிро╡ிроЯுрооோ роОрой்ро▒ு рокропрои்родро╡ро░்роХெро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪீродைропைропுроо், родрооропрои்родிропைропுроо், рокாроЮ்роЪாро▓ிропைропுроо் роЙродாро░рогрооாроп் роХாроЯ்роЯிройாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░்.....роЗрои்род рокெрог்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪாро╕்родிро░ ро╕்роо்рокிро░родாропрок்рокроЯி роорогроо் рооுроЯிрод்родро╡ро░்роХро│் родாроо், роЖройாро▓் роЕродройாро▓் роЕро╡ро░்роХро│் родிро░ுроорогроо் роЪெро┤ிрод்родுро╡ிроЯро╡ிро▓்ро▓ைропே!. роЗрои்род роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை родிро░ுроорог்роЩ்роХро│் роЪроЯ்роЯ рокроЯி роЪெро▓்ро▓ுрокроЯிропாроХுрооா роОрой்ро▒ роЪிроХ்роХро▓ுроо் роЗро░ுрои்род்родு. роЖройாро▓் роЕро▒ிроЮро░் роЕрог்рогா родрооிро┤роХрооுродро▓் роЕрооைроЪ்роЪро░ாройродுроо் рооுродро▓் ро╡ேро│ைропாроХ роЗрои்род роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை родிро░ுроорогрод்родை роЪроЯ்роЯрокூро░்ро╡рооாроХ்роХிро╡ிроЯ்роЯ்родாро▓், рокெро░ிропாро░ிрой் роЗрои்род роиро╡ீрой родிро░ுроорогроо் рооிроХ рокிро░рокро▓роо் роЖройродு. роЕро▒ிро╡ாро│ிроХро│் роород்родிропிро▓் роЗрои்род родிро░ுроорогроо் роЕрооோроХ ро╡ро░ро╡ேро▒்рокை рокெро▒ роТро░ு рокுродு роЪрооுроХ рокுро░роЯ்роЪிропை роПро▒்рокроЯுрод்родிропродு.
роЗрод்родроХைроп роЪுропрооро░ிропாродை родிро░ுроорогрод்родிро▒்роХு рокிро▒роХுроо், роТро░ு рокெрог்рогுроХ்роХு родрой் роХрог்ро╡ройை рокிроЯிроХ்роХро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ாро▓், ро╡ெро▒ுрооройே роХро▓்ро▓ாройாро▓ுроо் роХрогро╡рой் роОрой்ро▒ ро╡ெрод்родு роЪெрог்роЯிрооெрог்роЯ் рокாро░்род்родு родрой் ро╡ாро┤்ро╡ை ро╡ீрог்роЯிрод்родுроХ்роХொро│்ро│ாрооро▓், роЕрои்род ро╡ிро╡ாроХрод்родை ро░род்родு роЪெроп்родு роХொро│்ро│ுроо் роЙро░ிрооை рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роЗро░ுроХ்роХро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ு рокெро░ிродுроо் рокோро░ாроЯிройாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЕрои்род роХாро▓род்родிро▓் рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХு ро╡ிро╡ாроХро░род்родு роХோро░ுроо் роЙро░ிрооைропோ, рооро▒ுроорогроо் рокுро░ிропுроо் роЙро░ிрооைропோ роЗро▓்ро▓ை. роЗродை роОродிро░்род்родு рокெро░ிропாро░் рокро▓ роХாро▓роо் рокிро░роЪ்роЪ்роЪро░роо் роЪெроп்родு, роЕрои்род роЙро░ிрооைроХро│ைропுроо் рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХாроХ рокெро▒்ро▒ுроХ்роХொроЯுрод்родாро░்.
роЕродுро╡ுроо் родро╡ிро▒ роХрогро╡рой், рооройைро╡ி роОрой்ро▒ роЪொро▒்роХро│ை рокெро░ிродுроо் роЪாроЯிройாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроо் роЪро░ிроЪроо்роо் роОрой்ро▒ рокிрой், рокெрог்рогை роороЯ்роЯுроо் рооройைропோроЯு роХிроЯрок்рокро╡ро│் роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро░்род்родрок்рокроЯிроХிро▒ роЪொро▓்ро▓ாро▓் роЕро┤ைрокродை роЕро╡ро░் ро╡ிро░ுроо்рокро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை. роЕродройாро▓் родроо்рокродிропிройро░் роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் рокொродுро╡ாрой ро╡ிро┤ிроЪொро▓்ро▓ாроп், родுрогைро╡ро░், роЗрогைро╡ро░் роОрой்ро▒ роЪроо роиிро▓ை роЕро░்род்родрок்рокроЯுроХிро▒ рокрод்роЩ்роХро│ை рокропрой்рокроЯுрод்род роКроХ்роХுро╡ிрод்родாро░். роОродே рокோро▓ роОро▓்ро▓ா родுро▒ைроХро│ிро▓ுроо் роороХро│ிро░் роЕропро░ாродு роЙро┤ைрод்родாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░்..., роЪроо роЙро░ிрооை, роЪроо ро╡ாроп்рок்рокு, роЪроо роХро▓்ро╡ி, роЪроо роКродிропроо், роЪроо роЪொрод்род்родுро░ிрооை роОрой்рок்ро╡ை роороЯ்роЯுроо் роЗрой்ро▒ி, ро╡ிрокроЪ்роЪாро░ роТро┤ிрок்рокு, родேро╡родாроЪி рооுро▒ை роТро┤ிрок்рокு, рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் родுро╖்рокிро░ропோроХ роТро┤ிрок்рокு роОрой்ро▒ு рокро▓ рокро▓ роЪрооுродாроп рооாро▒ுродро▓்роХро│ை роПро▒்рокроЯுрод்родிройாро░்.
роЕро╡ро░родு роЪிрои்родройை родெро│ிропுроо், родро░்роХрод் родிро▒ройுроо், роОро▓்ро▓ோро░родு роХрог்роХро│ைропுроо் родிро▒்рои்родு рооройродைропுроо் ро╡ிроЪாро▓рооாроХ்роХ, рокроЯிрод்родро╡ро░்роХро│், рокுрод்родிроЪாро▓ிроХро│் роород்род்родிропிро▓் рокெро░ுрод்род ро╡ро░ро╡ேро▒்рокை рокெро▒்ро▒ாро░் рокெро░ிропாро░். роЕро╡ро░род்родு роХро░ிрод்родுроХ்роХро│ை рокро▓ рооேродாро╡ிроХро│் рокிрой்рокро▒்ро▒ роЖро░роо்рокிроХ்роХ, рокроЯி рокроЯிропாроХ, роЕродுро╡ே роиாроХро░ீроХрод்родிрой் роЙроЪ்роЪ்роХ்роХроЯ்роЯ ро╡ெро│ிрокாроЯாройродு. рокெрог்роХро│ை роХрог்рогிропрооாроп் роироЯ்род்родுро╡родே роиாроХро░ீрооாройродு.
рокெро░ிропாро░ிрой் роиிро┤ро▓ிро▓் рокெрог்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் рокுродு родெроо்рокுроо் родெро│ிро╡ுроо் рокெро▒்ро▒ு, родроЩ்роХро│் роЪுропрооро░ிропாродைропை роЙрогро░்рои்родுроХ்роХொрог்роЯு ро╡ிро┤ிрок்рокுро▒்ро▒ாро░்роХро│். рокெро░ிропாро░ுроо் рокெрог்роХро│ை роКроХ்роХுро╡ிроХ்роХுроо் ро╡ிродроо்рооாроп், роЗрои்родிропாро╡ிро▓ேропே рооுродро▓் рооுро▒ைропாроп், рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் рооா роиாроЯுроХро│ை роХூроЯ்роЯிройாро░். роЗрок்рокроЯி 1936 роЖроо் роЖрог்роЯு роЕро╡ро░் роХூроЯ்роЯிроп рооா роиாроЯ்роЯிро▓் родாрой், рокெрог்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роТрой்ро▒ு роЪேро░்рои்родு, родроЩ்роХро│ிрой் рооுрой்ройேро▒்ро▒род்родிро▒்роХாроХ் рокெро░ிродுроо் рокாроЯுрок்рокроЯ்роЯ роЕро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுрод்родு ‘рокெро░ிропாро░்’ роОрой்ро▒ роЪிро▒рок்рокு рокெропро░ைроЪ்роЪூроЯ்роЯிройро░். роЕрой்ро▒ு рооுродро▓் родிро░ு роИ ро╡ே ро░ாроороЪாрооிропாроХ роЗро░ுрои்родро╡ро░் родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░ாроХ рооாро▒ிройாро░். роЗродே рооройிродро░் родாрой் роЬாродி роТро┤ிрок்рокு, родீрог்роЯாрооை роТро┤ிрок்рокு, ро╣ிрои்родி роОродிро░்рок்рокு, роХроЯро╡ுро│் роиிро░ாроХро░ிрок்рокு роОрой்ро▒ு рокро▓ рокро▓ роЪрооூроХ роЪீро░்родிро░ுрод்родроЩ்роХро│ை роЪெроп்родிро░ுрои்родாро░்.....роЖройாро▓், роороХро│ிро░் роиро▓ройுроХ்роХாроХ роЕро╡ро░் роЖро▒்ро▒ிроп் роЪேро╡ை родாрой், ро╡ெро▒ுроо் ро░ாроо்роЪாрооிропாроХ роЗро░ுрои்родро╡ро░ை родрои்родை рокெро░ிропாро░் роОрой்роХிро▒ рооாроо்ройிродрой் роЖроХ்роХிропродு.
рокெро░ிропாро░ுроо் родாрой் роЗрои்род рокெро░ропро░ுроХ்роХு рооிроХ рокொро░ுрод்родрооாройро╡ро░் роОрой்рокродை роиிро▒ுрокро╡ிрод்родாро░். роЕро╡ро░் родோро▒்ро▒ுро╡ிрод்род родிро░ாро╡ிроЯро░் роХро┤роХроо் роОрой்роХிро▒ роЪрооூроХ роиро▓ роЕрооைрок்рокை родрой் родுрогைро╡ி родிро░ுроородி роорогிропроо்рооைропிрой் ро╡ிроЯ்роЯுроЪ்роЪெрой்ро▒ாро░். роЕродு ро╡ро░ை роОрои்род родро▓ைро╡ро░ுроо் родрой் роиிро▒ுро╡ройрод்родிрой் рокொро░ுрок்рокை рокெрог்роХро│ிроЯроо் роТрок்рокроЯைрод்родாроХ роЪро░ிрод்родிро░рооே роЗро▓்ро▓ை....роТро░ு ро╡ேро│ை рокெрог்роХро│ாро▓் рокெро░ிроп ро╡роХிроХ்роХрооுроЯிропுрооோ роОрой்ро▒ு рооро▒்ро▒ро╡ро░்роХро│் роЪрой்родேроХрок்рокроЯ்роЯாро░்роХро│ோ роОрой்ройро╡ோ? роЖройாро▓் рокெро░ிропாро░ுроХ்роХு рокெрог்рогிрой் родிро▒рой் рооீродு роОрои்род роЪрои்родேроХрооுроо் роЗро░ுроХ்роХро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை. роЕро╡ро░் роироо்рокிроХ்роХைропை роХாрок்рокாро▒்ро▒ி, рокெро░ிропாро░ிрой் рокெрог்рогிроп роХро░ுрод்родுроХ்роХро│ை роЕрооро▓்рокроЯுрод்родுроо் ро╡ிродрооாроХро╡ே, роЗрои்родிропாро╡ிрой் рооுродро▓் рооுро▒்ро▒ிро▓ுроо் рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХாрой рокொро▒ிропிропро▓் роХро▓்ро▓ூро░ி родроЮ்роЪை роЕро░ுроХே роЙро│்ро│ ро╡ро│்ро│роо் роОройுроо் роКро░ிро▓் роХிроЯ்роЯ்родроЯ்роЯ роЗро░ுро╡родு роЖрог்роЯுроХро│ுроХ்роХு рооுрой்рокு родுро╡роХ்роХрок்рокроЯ்роЯ்родு. роЗрои்род роХро▓்ро▓ூро░ிропிро▓் рокроЯிроХ்роХுроо் рокெрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХெро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪீро░ுроЯைропே рокேрог்роЯ், роЪроЯ்роЯை родாрой். ропோроЪிрод்родு рокாро░ுроЩ்роХро│ேрой், роЗрой்ро▒ு ро╡ро░ை родрооிро┤் роХро▓ாроЪாро░род்родிро▓் рокெропро░ாро▓், рокெрог்роХро│் роХாро▓்ро▓ூро░ிроХро│ுроХ்роХு рокேрог்роЯ் роЪроЯ்роЯை рокோроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХொрог்роЯே ро╡ро░роХ்роХூроЯாродு роОрой்ро▒ு рооெрод்родрок்рокроЯிрод்род рокро▓்роХро▓ைроХро┤роХ родுрогைро╡ேрои்родро░்роХро│் роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роХро░ாро░் роТроЯுроХ்роХுрооுро▒ை роЪெроп்ро╡родை рокாро░்род்родாро▓் роЙроЯройே рокுро░ிроХிро▒родு, родிро░ு роИ ро╡ே ро░ா, роЙрог்рооைропிро▓ேропே родрой் роХாро▓род்родை рооிроЮ்роЪிроп рооро╣ா рооுро▒்рокோроХ்роХுроЪிрои்родройைропாро│ро░் родாрой்.
роЗрои்род рокெро░ிроп рооройிродро░ுроХ்роХு роЗрой்ро▒ைроп роОро▓்ро▓ா рокெрог்роХро│ுроо் роирой்ро▒ி роЪொро▓்ро▓роХ்роХроЯрооை рокроЯ்роЯுро│்ро│ோроо், роЗрой்ро▒ு роиாроо் роЗрои்род роЙропро░родிро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХ роХாро░рогрооே роЕро╡ро░் родாрой். рокெрог்роХро│ை роЕроЯроХ்роХுрооுро▒ை рокроЯுрод்род рооுропро▓ுроо் роЪாрооாрой்роп роЖрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роород்родிропிро▓் рокெрог்роХро│ிрой் рооேроо்рокாроЯ்роЯிро▒்роХாроХ் рокோро░ாроЯிройாро░ே, роЕро╡ро░் родாрой் рокெро░ிропாро░். роОрок்рокேро▒்рокроЯ்роЯ рокெро░ிропாро░்!

The A B C of Happiness!

The Alphabet of Happiness.
Everyone likes to be happy. But the problem is, no one knows exactly how to maintain our minds in the Happy state. What makes us happy? What does one need to do in order to remain happy? Well, it seems like a complicated question, but the basic alphabet of being happy is quite simple! Check it out for yourself and try out the A B C of happiness every day, then you’ll know how easy it is to be happy!
Attitude: Although we all live under the same sun, we do not all have the same horizon. Some of us have a positive attitude and that pushes us ahead in life, for attitude determines altitude. Those of us who grumble and crib will never be happy even in heaven! So let’s perk up our minds and always keep it positive. That is the very first step to happiness.
Bravery: Bravery is not the absence of fear. It is doing what it takes despite one’s fear. As we all know, fortune favours the brave. When you look back in life, you’ll probably regret all the things that you didn’t do…. So quit worrying and just go on doing what it takes to go forward.
Change: Life belongs to the living and he who lives must be prepared for changes. Embrace changes that enhance your survival, which will take you a long way in the road to happiness.
Discontent: Discontent is the first step in progress. Had the apes been content on the trees, man would not have conquered land. So don’t just stay content with your lot and get stagnant in life. Keep thinking of new improvements, each betterment will bring a fresh dose of happiness into your life.
Empathy: The best way to forget our problems is to listen to others’. So go ahead and offer empathy, listen to others, and understand their problems from their point of view. Then you’ll know how trivial your problems actually are. Empathy is a sure way to becoming happier and also wiser.
Faith: Hold on to some belief system, because beliefs give us a foundation to know our place in this world, to understand life and relax on that knowledge. Stand up for something or you’ll fall for anything.
Grit: The very fact that we are alive today means we come from a long line of survivors. One who is born in the fire, will not fade in the sun! It is in our genes to survive! All that remains is that we have the grit to endure and emerge the winner!
Hope: Hope is a short cut to happiness. When everything seems lost, remember the future remains. Even the worst of times, passes away and time heals every wound.
Imagination: The world’s best inventions were once only mere imaginations. To achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought of.
Joy: Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of the flowers within reach. Count your blessings, keep your face to the sun and enjoy the pleasure that simple things offer.
Kindness: Hands that help are holier than lips that pray. Helping others is a feel good factor, it makes us feel worthy and nice, by stimulating pleasure hormones in the brain.
Laughter is like the jam on the toast of life. It adds flavor, keeps it from being too hard and makes it easier to swallow. Cultivate a sense of humour, take life easy and be sportive, you’ll never be short of something to laugh at!
Mistakes: The more mistakes you make, the cleverer you get! One who cannot make a mistake cannot make anything worthwhile in life. So don’t worry about the mistakes in your life, they are like manure that enrich your life and make it more fertile. Make your mistakes useful by learning from it.
Novelty: Do not go where the path leads, rather go where there is no path and leave a trail. Originality is special, people always appreciate it…so go your way and do your thing, as long as it is useful to the society you’ll never go wrong!
Optimism: The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. Even the worst experience can teach us a lot, strengthen our minds and toughen our spirit. And nothing lasts forever, after every darkness there is light. That’s the law of nature. So be cheerful and look at the brighter side of life.
People: All human needs can be summed up in a few words: some food, some sun; Some work, some fun and SOMEONE! Being with positive people recharges your energy levels and brings back the zest for life. Find such people and plug onto their positive power!
Quietude: Once in a while, take a holiday from too much activity. Practice silence. At times, it is better to keep your mouth shut and let people wonder if you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. The quieter you are, the more people will love to hear from you!
Restraint: One minute of anger denies you sixty seconds of happiness. Remember, when you are angry you lose more than your temper. Have a little self-control, that is what makes the humans superior to other species you know!
Self-confidence: You are god’s creation. Like everything else in this universe, you have a purpose and a right to be here. It does not matter what others think about you because deep down you should be sure of what you are.
Tolerance: At times, it is better to lose the battle in order to win the war. Just be tolerant of testing situations, learn to enjoy it, it adds to your sense of humour. Even if you decide to fight it out, pick battles big enough to matter and small enough to win. No point in expending one’s energies wastefully, is there?!
Unwind: All work and no play makes any one dull. After all we have only one life. So take time to live, the world has so much to give! Explore the world; discover your potential; cultivate a hobby, that’s the surest and shortest route to happiness!
Vocation: Mind unemployed is mind unenjoyed. Find a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life. The sense of purpose it gives you makes you feel important and nice, and most importantly very happy!
Will: Even the word impossible says I’m possible. Nothing is beyond the human will. Just apply it judiciously and you’ll always succeed at any task you set your mind to.
x-periment: You are infinite. You are capable of so many unheard miracles. Yet, you never know what you can do till you try. So try, experiment, expand yourself and discover the limits!
Yield: Sometimes, it is best to surrender to the situation and let life take its own course. For some defeats hold more triumph than victories. Blessed are you if your mind can bend, then it shall never be broken.
Zest: Some people make the world more special just by being in it, be one of them! Live life to the fullest, after all we have only one life!Live life to the fullest, after all we have only one life!Live life to the fullest, after all we have only one life!