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Saturday, June 20, 2009

21st June - Father's day

Father's Day is a day honoring fathers, celebrated worldwide. In India also the Father's day is being celebrated since many years as an expression of love and tribute to the Fathers. The present day fathers participate equally in parenting of their children, in all spheres of their development, physically, mentally and emotionally due to the changing scenario of our family system, especially in cities and their role is paramount.
my father, my son and me



A - Affection
P - Powerful
P - Patience
A - Adjustable

I always search for you,
because you feel I can do.

You are always there
to help me grow
encouraging me
in all my show.
I know I will never fail,
Because you are always there.
Holding my finger tight,
to teach me walk always right.
You care like a mother,
play with me like a brother.
Your affection is like a sister,
What else can be better.
Your dedication to the family,
is as great as sky blue
Every work you do ,
Your dedication is always true.
I thank GOD to give me,
a wonderful gift like You.
I wish if next birth is true,
You are always my DAD
and I am always your LAD.

Here is a touching story about a father and son's relation.

A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very
special relationship. The father believed in encouragement.

This young man was the smallest of the class when he entered high
school. His father continued to encourage him but also made it very
clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the
young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined
to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he
became a senior. Even though the son was always on the bench, his
father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.

All through high school he never missed neither a practice nor a
game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful
father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement
for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out
for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could
never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him
on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice,
and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and
hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled
him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father.

His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all
the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed
practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play
in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he
trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off
game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the
telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled
to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss
practice today?"

The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the
rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game
on Saturday." Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well.
In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent
young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on
his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players
were astounded to see their faithful team-mate back so soon.
"Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man.
The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his
worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted,
and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said.
"You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the
stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never
played before, was doing everything right.

The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and
tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.
In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran
all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His team-mates
hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard! Finally,
after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker
room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner
all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were
fantastic!

Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you
knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The
young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my
games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to
show him I could do it . .. . "


SO - REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:


* Somebody is very proud of you.
* Somebody is thinking of you.
* Somebody is caring about you.
* Somebody misses you.
* Somebody wants to talk to you.
* Somebody wants to be with you.
* Somebody hopes you are not in trouble.
* Somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
* Somebody wants to hold your hand.
* Somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
* Somebody wants you to be happy.
* Somebody wants you to find him / her.
* Somebody wants to give you a gift.
* Somebody wants to hug you.
* Somebody thinks you ARE a gift.
* Somebody admires your strength.
* Somebody wants to protect you.
* Somebody can't wait to see you..
* Somebody loves you for who you are.
* Somebody treasures your spirit.
* Somebody is glad that you are their friend.
* Somebody wants to get to know you better.
* Somebody wants to be near you.
* Somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
* Somebody would do anything for you.
* Somebody wants to share their dreams with you..
* Somebody is alive because of you.
* Somebody needs your support.
* Somebody will cry when they read this.
* Somebody needs you to have faith in them.
* Somebody trusts you.
* Somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.

Don't cry because it is over - smile because it happened . . .

Radha kalyaanam - Swami Haridhas



  1. http://www.mediafire.com/?nzgi2mnzmnn Part - 01
  2. http://www.mediafire.com/?ximdmnew4t4 Part - 02
  3. http://www.mediafire.com/?rt2ltnkov2m Part - 03
  4. http://www.mediafire.com/?0gdezozgmd1 Part - 04
  5. http://www.mediafire.com/?n3jnlmzhnym Part - 05
  6. http://www.mediafire.com/?wgioymqmeem Part - 06
  7. http://www.mediafire.com/?3etnnf310mj Part - 07
  8. http://www.mediafire.com/?bhnzhznzmqo Part - 08
  9. http://www.mediafire.com/?wzvozqm0tmy Part - 09
  10. http://www.mediafire.com/?000odvv4znd Part - 10
  11. http://www.mediafire.com/?kdjiarrw3wm Part - 11
  12. http://www.mediafire.com/?d3mnyvjz2nj Part - 12
  13. http://www.mediafire.com/?tmndjzubom5 Part - 13
  14. http://www.mediafire.com/?ky1zntwnztu Part - 14
  15. http://www.mediafire.com/?t1kwzn2dmoj Part - 15

Thursday, June 18, 2009

An autobiography of a middle class man - chapter 7

Those who were born in 1930s and 40s and still living and enjoying the developments of the world are the luckiest persons of all generations, because of the experiences they have encountered in their life. This is the generation which has started mostly their life in undeveloped villages, without any facility, and seen all the luxuries and comforts available in today's world. Even those who had money could not have this much of exposure.

I was born in 1942 in a village called Pavattakkudi in Tanjore District, Tamilnadu. This village. where I was born was most under developed then, without any proper road, not even a metal road, leave aside asphalt topped or cemented. When we are enjoying air condition in every room now, we did not have even electricity on our school days. No toilets, no bath rooms, in any house. There were no taps and we never hesitated to drink open well waters, river and tank waters, where people were bathing, washing their clothes and even cleaning after toileting. Buffaloes, bulls and cows were cleaned on one side of the tank, men and women were bathing on the other side, simultaneously, washing their clothes and some were cleaning their backside after toileting and many other activities were going on in the tank, which was at the entry point of our village. To imagine those things now, may be scaring, but we were taking these things casual without any hesitations or reservations.

While battery operated tooth brushes are used today, we knew nothing about tooth paste or brush. We were mostly cleaning our teeth either with a neem tree stick or ashes from the kitchens and our index finger was the brush. We get up in the morning and walk away from our homes to the nearby paddy fields to pass our motions.
If it is cultivation days, and the fields were having crops, either the ridges of the fields or some uncultivated tank bounds are used for this purpose.

There used to be lot of trees with thorns in these places and to walk there without thorns piercing your foot or not placing your foot on shit is really an exercise apart from finding a place without shit for us to sit and complete the process.

Immediately, after this we used to jump into the tank and take bath. We never used any soap except rubbing our body forcibly with our hands to clear the dust and dirt if any. This type of bath made us experts in swimming. No boy or girl was taught swimming in our village, but it came automatically to us like fish. We used to do all sort of swimming, what you see now a days in LCD TVs by Olympic champions, on those days without any effort. We used to do another special feet, which even Olympic swimmers are not doing. We will swim across rivers, when we were going to our school by walk, by holding our book bags in one hand above the water. Only one hand and legs alone were used to swim across tthe river with medium current. There were some boys who used to have his younger brother or sister on his back in addition to the book bags.


After bath we wash our half pant ( most of us will not be wearing shirts except while going to school) and walk back home. These half pants generally made in khaki or dark blue colours, will not have any buttons, after three or four washings. We used to tie the half pant with their one and half end and walk. Few of us who were trying to become sophisticated, used to borrow safety pins from our mothers and pin the button joining end.

We were not used to any under garments and do not even press our school dress (which were not uniforms). Occasionally, we used to put some heated charcoal in a vessel which has a flat base and move it over the shirt after spraying some water on it, or fold them and keep them under pillow, while sleeping to remove the shrinkage, which used to be to the worst possible condition, due to the maximum twisting to remove the water after washing. Washing the dress means only hitting them repeatedly with force on a rocky stone which was the cause for losing the buttons in two three washings.

Coffee was a luxury to many families in the village, but in our home, there was no problem for that. My father was a coffee addict, and the coffee seed is the one thing, he will get some how or the other. I used to wonder, where from he gets the money for this alone. We may not have many provisions at home, but, never without coffee seeds. My mother used to roast it and my father with lot of love in his face, meticulously grind with hand, the seed to powder in a small machine fitted in a small table.

We used to drink coffee on those days only after praying to all known Gods, by uttering their names as our guard (துணை) unlike bed coffee or with newspaper, now a days.. Most of the days the rice cooked previous day soaked in water in the night, mixed with curd will be our breakfast. (This photo was taken with my younger sister and brother at Peralam. We applied lot of powder and walked four miles in hot sun around 2.00 P.M and all the way ladies in many villages , were calling their friends to see us and cracking some jokes among themselves. See my sister's hands. She applied nail polish and thought it will be displayed in the photo not realising it was going to be a black and white photo. That was the peak of our innocence. May be ignorance also. )



With all the poverty and suffering, my mother used to make dosas quite often, since my father goes to the field after drinking about half or more of a litre of coffee. There was no problem for milk, curd and ghee at home, since we were owning cows and buffaloes. There were days we used to have ghee for chilly powder with curd rice ( this was always cooked fresh ) for lunch, since we might have not got oil at home, and I used to feel proud, when my school friends say, " Hi ! this fellow is very rich. Having ghee for "Milagaai podi" (chilly powder)."

My mother used to make very soooft [ because of mixing more black gram and fenugreek seeds (வெந்தயம்)] but thick dosas with ghee ( once again due to non availability of oil) and will send to my father who will be in the field supervising labourers, not less than 25 or 30 dosas. My younger brother was always very fast and my sister will also start very quickly. Most of the days, I will be starting late, waiting for the school fee ( since I was in High school ) or for money to purchase some books or note books, not understanding that the money is not going to come, just because I stay, cry or beg my mother. After, all my efforts are exhausted, I will start very late, and by the time I just cross the border of my village, wiping the tears from my eyes, my class teacher Mr. Amirtham, who was also from my village, will be overtaking me by cycle. He will reach the school in time, because of cycling and mark me present in the attendance. I will reach school, just before the completion of the first period

We used to walk to the school at Peralam, which was about four miles away from our village. Chappals or shoes were unimaginable on those days. School had mostly thatched roofs. for the classes and only Head master's room was with tiles. The school was having co-education system, that means admission for both boys and girls. In a class of 40 students, only 10 or 12 were girls.

( to be continued )

Monday, June 15, 2009

Concert - Gayathri Girish - 26th Jan 08

Do not miss the mangalam as usual one. This mangala slokam is something special


  1. http://www.mediafire.com/?yntmzza3why Meru samaana - Maayaamalavagowlai
  2. http://www.mediafire.com/?od0n23zmmmd Kaana kaana ruchira - Varaali
  3. http://www.mediafire.com/?zy5qzlrbizk Kanukontinee - Bilahari
  4. http://www.mediafire.com/?wmzjayymmmy Mukhaari - Aalaapanai
  5. http://www.mediafire.com/?bok1xy1nymz Mukhaari - Violin
  6. http://www.mediafire.com/?o522yxddm5w Endarike - Mukhari
  7. http://www.mediafire.com/?12q00a3n2me Ramapriyaa - Aalaapanai
  8. http://www.mediafire.com/?yuwjnlwmnmd Ramapriyaa - Violin
  9. http://www.mediafire.com/?jwz3yte0oim Sandhehamunu - Ramapriyaa
  10. http://www.mediafire.com/?zzotobjmk0x Eraa muni - Vakulabaranam
  11. http://www.mediafire.com/?0xqtjdznz3n Sankarabaranam - Aalaapanai
  12. http://www.mediafire.com/?3myy4mtjizz Sankarabaranam - Violin
  13. http://www.mediafire.com/?mmkdalmykzw Edutha nilichite - Sankarabaranam
  14. http://www.mediafire.com/?ymjhmztvnim Thani
  15. http://www.mediafire.com/?0jmw1tgwgyu Raama paahi - Kaapi
  16. http://www.mediafire.com/?omr4ytemndw Karunaa jalade - Naadanaamakriyaa
  17. http://www.mediafire.com/?oz2neeemwjo Mangala slokam - Raagamalikai

Concert - Nisha Rajagopal - 17th Dec 08



  1. http://www.mediafire.com/?m1ktzqk5ykl Varnam - Vanajaakshaa - Reethigowlai
  2. http://www.mediafire.com/?wyddm1d4cjn Raamaa nee pai - Kedhaaram
  3. http://www.mediafire.com/?yhjduzim3mn Laawanya raama - Poorna shadjam
  4. http://www.mediafire.com/?jmjmjinuw2t Saaveri - Aalaapanai & Violin
  5. http://www.mediafire.com/?zdznnejtxza Dhurusugaa - Saaveri
  6. http://www.mediafire.com/?4ozbwgzjgri Saraswathi - Saraswathimanohari
  7. http://www.mediafire.com/?y0dyzg2z0ym Kalyaani - Aalaapanai
  8. http://www.mediafire.com/?nqkuwzkljzn Kalyaani - Violin
  9. http://www.mediafire.com/?yazgjhyzkj2 Nidhi saala sugamaa - Kalyaani
  10. http://www.mediafire.com/?bnudkjmjznz Thani
  11. http://www.mediafire.com/?kyz4mzmdjz2 Saravanabhava guhane - Kannada
  12. http://www.mediafire.com/?gzxtxzwtvnt RTP - Raagam - Reethigowlai
  13. http://www.mediafire.com/?wbt25womzlm RTP - Violin & Thaanam - Reethigowlai
  14. http://www.mediafire.com/?ounzrjmjtmw RTP - Pallavi
  15. http://www.mediafire.com/?nozqx1mmzl4 Modi chesa - Kamaas
  16. http://www.mediafire.com/?zojymvynljt Kaapasya kausalya - Kavadichindu

Concert - R. Suryaprakash - 2 - 12th Oct. .07

Before dowloading the songs, also read this LINK to know more about this artist.




  1. http://www.mediafire.com/?dqyyjm4j01r Sambho mahadheva - Panthuvaraali
  2. http://www.mediafire.com/?0mnejeeiiiy Neeve nannu brova - Begadaa
  3. http://www.mediafire.com/?jdtyywyjdwl Manaviyaala - Nalinakanthi
  4. http://www.mediafire.com/?dkl4ozzyjkt Vijayaambike (Aalaapanai) - Vijayanagari
  5. http://www.mediafire.com/?nmdg5n1y231 Vijayaambike - Vijayanagari
  6. http://www.mediafire.com/?2zdeq2wy2yz Sankarabaranam (Aalaapanai)
  7. http://www.mediafire.com/?4nyy2mmmwdk Sankarabaranam - Violin
  8. http://www.mediafire.com/?nzkwntnmmyo Sarojadhalanetri - Sankarabaranam
  9. http://www.mediafire.com/?43n5dzmqyzm Thani
  10. http://www.mediafire.com/?x5dwmwjznw0 RTP 1 - Revathi
  11. http://www.mediafire.com/?nmjmtm2hm0l RTP 2 - Revathi
  12. http://www.mediafire.com/?mynwzrnen2j Viruththam fwd by Raama naamam - Raagamaalika

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Visakha Hari - Subramanya Vaibhavam

There is some disturbance in the beginning for about few minutes. I did not edit that, because, I want you to feel irritated at the disturbance, and start a movement against people coming late to carnatic music programmes and disturbing everybody.


Download 01 Subramanya vaibhavam - 1.mp3
Download 02 Subramanya Vaibhavam - 2.mp3
Download 03 Subramanya Vaibhavam - 3.mp3
Download 04 Subramanya Vaibhavam - 4.mp3




Blogger narasimhan said...
Sir , I am not able to open the first file of Subramanya Vaibhavam . Pls c wat is the problem . Thanks in advance !!
January 9, 2010 6:38 AM
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Dear Mr. Narasimhan This is also working. Please try again. If it is still not down loadable, please let me know. Right now this file is being down loaded by somebody.
January 9, 2010 6:46 AM
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Blogger narasimhan said...
Thank u once again sir . I tried again was able to download it . Sorry for the inconvenience caused to u .
January 10, 2010 2:45 PM
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Blogger Shanthi said...
Sir, I am not able to download the part 3 of this. Please help when you have time.
January 1, 2011 6:02 AM
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Blogger Sharada Swaminathan said...
yes, even i am not able to download part3. please help!!!!
March 9, 2011 7:54 AM
Blogger hvaidya said...
Dear Ms. Shanthi and Sharada Swaminathan,

I am sorry I did not attend to this immediately.

Please bear with me. I will upload the same by Sunday.

I am very sorry for the delay
March 9, 2011 6:41 PM

Laugh: It is good for health

Laugh: It is good for health

After IPL and worldcup T20 this joke on cricket is very timely.
If you are not laughing at this, Please consult your Psychologist immediately

Most cricketers, who are not comfortable in conversing in English, go prepare for some standard questions that are asked to them when commentators chat with them during the awards ceremony. Inzamam was once asked a different question after Pakistan won the match, for which he was not prepared. He always used his standard response to the first question after winning.