Neel's Notion

  Giving back to the society has been in thoughts since long, it also has taken shape many times in the past. All those were pretty much random and impulsive acts. But a year ago, I along with two of my friends thought of enforcing a process to help people in needy. I should say this was engendered by taking a leaf from what people like Bill Gates and Sudha Murthy have been doing since long. Whenever we feel that we have some extra money we would deposit in a bank account, the amount collected by the end of a calendar year has to be given to someone in needy. We have started this last year and were able to collect decent amount and were waiting to find someone who we feel is in need. During this exploration, an article published in Eenadu newspaper caught my attention.  This is the story, sorry real life tragedy of a child named Saatwik. He is  a mentally and physically differently-abled child who lost his father some years ago, his mother choose to not to look after him and left him w

The lockdown that Covid-19 insisted on us has forced many of us look beyond our comfort zones. One such out of the box idea was to watch movies from other Indian languages. Trance has become the first destination in the exploration of good movies in other Indian languages. Positive word of mouth spread like a wild-fire and helped the movie grab many eyeballs. Fahad Fasil's amazing acting has received huge applause from a wider audience. There was no evidence of protests to question the disclosure of what's behind the scenes of the so-called religious preaching. The movie lover in one of my friends couldn't just stop with that one movie. Out of his recommendations, I have watched Ayyapanum Koshiyum, Kumbhalangi Nights, Koode, Take Off, Android Kunjappan Ver 5.25 and many more. I am very impressed with the simplicity that has been maintained in these movies. One could hardly notice any commercial elements such as the protagonist facing tens and hundreds of rowdies with out a

    There is no dearth to the surprises Corona has hurled on to the human race. A huge scale lockdown across most parts of the world, many sectors running out of business and the option to work/study/teach from home for such a long time. This pandemic has not just pressed a pause button to lives but also forced us to resist from experiencing small delights. My hometown has been offering me variety of places to please my taste buds since 25 years. My favorites among those are Pani Puri on a cart close to my home, Nagnath Chuduva near Andhra Bank, Gandhi Ganj and a juice point beside that which offers badam grape mixed juice. No trip comes to my mind when I haven’t visited at least two of these three places. The succulent food available at these places never allowed me to abstain from visiting those. I cannot come back from my hometown without gulping a piece of the food, is what I thought. But Corona forced me to believe in the inverse of that statement.  I cannot stay home even for

There are certain people who I believe or want to be immortal, because I can never imagine hearing about them not being among us. SP Balasubramaniam is one among them. I developed an unknown interest towards his voice at a very early age. That was the time I discovered that we can develop liking towards, which can be called a becoming a FAN, someone you never met. The soothing voice has given life to 50,000 pieces of art by many lyricists in a career spanning over 40 years. The human in him has supported many singers by leading the programs like Padutha Teeyaga and Swarabhishekam. His demise is not a loss to a field or an industry but a stab on the beautiful memories gathered by a generation of music lovers. The voice can melt your heart while describing the pain of a person waiting for his love of life with “Jabilli Kosam Akasamalle” The voice can make you think while questioning the country’s situation with “Arthasathabdapu Agananne Swatantramandama” The voice can enhance the beaut

Image Source: www.thehindu.com   Whether it is personal or professional life, baby boomers are standing tall as a personification of patience. Unimaginable pace of life has eliminated the word walking from the dictionary of life for many people. But a postman relied on the same mode of transport to fulfill his job responsibilities for a period of 35 years. D.Sivan, a post man by profession, walked 15 kilometers every day to deliver letters and pensions to the plantation workers who live in nearby areas. Applause from various corners for his impeccable service has made his contributions recognized by a wider audience on the day of his retirement. It would be very ambitious to expect roads or even a proper pathway in the 15 kilometers stretch that he has to travel every day. Rail tracks, mountains and even a dense forest welcome him every day.  One needs utmost respect for their profession and great tenacity to face those uneven and dangerous terrains day after day. He used to create his

Last year I moved to a gated community, where there is one apartment as soon as you cross the gate, followed by two parallel lanes with independent houses. It felt nice when I was part of the Ganesh Utsav celebrations where everyone in the colony exhibited solidarity by celebrating them together. One thing that surprised me is, no one from the apartment was part of the celebrations. It took me no time to realize that there is some friction between the residents of the apartment and the independent houses in the colony. Recent incidents have bolstered my opinion and the behaviour of the residents from both parts exacerbating the overall relation. Differences are part of life, but those should not creep to an extent of limiting the usage of open spaces and god gifted nature. The residents of the colony have opposed the apartment residents from using the road around the colony to walk. The apartment people don’t allow anyone to pluck flowers from the trees beside the apartment. My