Ten days to a decade.

If u have forgotten, decade to what, let me remind u.

Memory of how stupidly we have been duped, and continue to be duped regarding all that happened on September 11 ,2001.

There is no reason to agree that we are stupid, but that agreement can start a programme of questions and more questions to clear the title .

A great nation, and its citizens duped with no questions, just a TV and all show.

Disaster repeatedly transmitted to shoot the emotions, and suddenly a cause and a person shown with no investigations, as the culprit, and all the area cleared with nothing left to investigate.

Now they gang up with the same culprits to bring humanitarian aid to a sovereign nation , Libya.

U can team up with your government, but i sense RAT.

We all remember a lady waving to us from atop the North tower on that disastrous day, Edna Cintron, she continues to wave to us , with the words, " Can u see me waving , the heat here is bearable , this heat cannot bring this building down".

BBC, the first folks to any news any where, were actually too good, they reported the fall of the wtc 7, 20 odd minutes before it could even come down, well don't question them now, they have lost the tapes and the file.

Did u not know that wtc 7 came down, and that too with out any knock from them airplanes, office fires brought them down, shame of the architects to select such misfit steel .

How much the citizens of the world trust the government, and their tentacles,courageous few get lost, or find themselves committing suicides.

None of the folks, who died in the towers knew me, but i know them all with my heart, and so these words.

Sweet curvaceous tamarind (konai puliyanga)

There were times when i was at home for the winter vacations of 3 months,when i ganged up and was a quiet one, until when it came to dehooking the tamarinds and sweet tamarinds from trees lining the roads.

A long stick with a hook attached at one end , the sweet tamarinds came down with ease.

Not so with the sour tamarinds, they were brought down with perfect aim with stones,

I was reminded of those raids, when i went to the market this morning and saw a bunch of those sweet curvaceous tamarinds on sale, my wife adores them, and i have told her that too much appreciation of them gives one a deafness.

The sweet fair fruit with a black seed is a relish.

May be some one could offer an original name for this species.

My grand-dad had a walrus moustache

Both my grand dads had 8 to 9 kids each, one was clean shaven, and the other had a walrus moustache.

My uncles had around 6 kids each and my dad 2, i have one son and wonder how the next generation will be!

The dwindling number has many reasons, main one being nuclear family and economical factor.

My school was 6 rs per day , boarding and lodging and education, now it is 600 Rs per day.

India is one of the most populated countries, yet we are seeing so many fertility clinics mushrooming.

Not that the other sex is not attractive, more creativity seen and fashions on the arise and cosmetics and businesses making the other gender admirable .

Something seems to be downing the fertility.

The bis phenol -A in the drinking water plastic bottles , they say has a negative effect on the fertility, the other being poly-sorbate in medicines.

Are we all guinea-pigs in some ones project for the depopulation of the world?

I die,u die,we all die for a vadai

Come 11 o clock in the morning and there is a bee line for a famous tea stall on the main road of our village.

The tea walla and his wife, with the help of an old lady who sits at the manual stone grinder , run the shop which makes the crisp vadais.

They make a variety of them all pulses and onions and chillie, deep fried in oil.

My dad wished for them this morning, leaping for this rare request, i went away, and seeing me the pair made some out of the way preparations to fill my old mans orders.

My man was just getting into the curd rice , and seeing me come late, knew i had got his requests, he had two of them, seeing them hot and crisp, he gave his reward of a warm smile.

I am a Libyan ,but not of its soil

I have not seen the sand dunes, nor felt the oppressed heat of the Sahara, but i do feel the anger of the Libyan heart, in their land being raped and its citizens being killed in the name of humanitarian aid.

Colonel Qaddafi is not my dad, but he would make his children proud , for his intentions,as he mentions to Mr president, Obama in a letter "To our son, his excellency, Mr Barack Hussein Obama. I have said to you before, that even if Libya and the United States of America enter into a war, god forbid, you will always remain a son. Your picture will not be changed."

He is a tribesman at heart and his actions are that, down to earth and honest and not cunning, and not devious.

He is stern in keeping the rebels out.

He has the woman of his land, in his thoughts, and has treated them with respect not found in other Arab nations.

U could notice that trust , from the woman body guards he had, they are not show pieces for the photographers.

He has used the wealth of the land from oil, for the use of its citizens, with free housing and health and in the betterment of their nation .

No one hears of the eighth wonder of the world , and the Libyans water ways across the land with under ground pipes.

I have heard he had a hand in the Lokerbie bombing, how easy the witness have been bought with western money, why should the tribesman want to do that ? while he is bringing up banks in his land with interest free loans, and getting the countries of dark continent to unify to a state of united states of Africa.

How gullible is one just accepting the words of the media in denouncing a person, but not willing to nod a good word of a tribesman, or think and search if it could all be true?

"Libya is not yours, Libya is for the Libyans." u think these words are of a dictator? Patriot yes, but dictator!

Yesteryears it was Iraq, today Libya,a few others in between, Tomorrow.........

Lighting a lamp with words

A lamp is a dispeller of darkness, and a lamp that is lit during the day is a symbolic representation of dispelling ignorance, through an action for an occasion.

For many of us the words that we find here and share are such, but the only difference is the striking of the match with the use of words.

May we learn and pass them on, and bring enlightenment in many ways, on many issues.

Let food be thy medicine

Prophetic words from the father of modern medicine , Hippocrates.

Nothing could be further from the truth, with the modern scientific methods , spelling the realities and the goodness of natural food and their medicinal values,with their studies, the latest being that coriander oil is as good as an antibiotic and kills superbugs and MRSA.

It has always been the dictum in the villages that one must find food that would help at times of a disease, and to keep the family members and the rest of the society safe.

The second part of the prophetic words of Hippocrates, reads, "medicine be thy food." modern medicines seems to accept this, if we study the prescriptions , and their long lists, they could make a menu if only they had palatable names.

I am sure if Hippocrates came back he would erase that part, to be understood better, and remove a state where he is recommending lots of medicines as good as a dinner of them.