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Briefly speaking....

Is it just me or have you noticed that writing these days have become very simple? To the point. Razor-sharp words. No more long-winding, archaic sentences. I think our crispy communication has finally caught up with our short attention-spans. Take the news, for e.g. We start scanning the headlines, read the first few words of a para. If there's too much of a babble or seem like pages of a legal document, we just jump, skip and hop to the next header. Emails are brief too. No one has the time to look beyond two lines. If you can't make your long story short, sorry folks, better keep it to yourself or go seek the wailing wall. And, blogs like these are really the scum. Worse. Really bad. Case dismissed. Period. Cell phones have cramped typing space, so you can't even loudly protest. Still, text messages which quip " C u der!"or "U r gr8" makes you wonder if this so-called alphabet soup, a.k.a new age communication develops at this rate, we might as we

Out-of-the-box thinkers

Who are they? People who have creative minds and think beyond what is deemed as the norm. Those who have an ability to move the world from a status quo - scientists, leaders and philosophers. Or, those who have an unique and special talent or ideas which sets them apart from the rest of the millieu - artists, architects, writers etc. Including people who have made a difference to their community and the world at large, knowingly or unknowingly so. The big Q though is - Can every human brain be trained to reach this potential or is it something more innate? Nurture or Nature? Or could it maybe a balanced mix of both?

Life begins at age 40...

Or how about "40 is the new 20's". These are some of the new mantras that we 40'ers proudly chant about. After all, we can't admit that mid-life is dull, boring, uninteresting or full of creepy 'been-there-done-that' kind of feelings all day. Well, we can but we won't. Nah, I'm just kidding. Age 40 is when true liberation begins. Let's see here. You are not as naive as in 'people taking you for a huge ride' 20's anymore or so much focused on 'things that seem so important but turns out not later on' 30's anymore. Finally, voila.....you're in the magical, mystical, 'figuring out whatever you did so far is completely foolish or utterly wasteful' 40's. That's not exactly bad news as it obviously looks. There's a silver lining somewhere hidden that I seem to have missed completely. Oh yes, now I know. Got it. All these sudden awakenings should lead you to realise something more important - you a

God's own country - Kerala

That's the tourism industry's slogan. I would add more - a mile away from heaven, gateway to paradise and heaven on earth. Beautiful and lushy landscape brimming with tall coconut trees, calm and soothing backwaters, the grand Arabian coastline, bustling countryside, rich culture....I could go on and on. Loved every minute of it. Spending the night on a houseboat cruising through the paddy fields, watching the golden sunset, waking up to birds chirping in the morning...... a unique experience to be cherished for a long time. Cleanliness was another feature that strikes you wherever you go, even in the tiniest of hamlets and fishing villages. ......................................................................................................... One thing that I have always found interesting is that Kerala has a "matrilinear" society because of the fact that descent and inheritance are traced through women instead of men. For e.g, children take their last names from

Tale of a Twisted Pretzel

Yoga is great. Your body feels fresh, mind feels cleansed, chakras (whatever and wherever they are) get awakened from their long slumber, yada yada....agree. But, what about the poor body parts that have to be tortured along the way with an end result that makes you look like a perfectly twisted pretzel? You start out with great expectations of a novice. It always looks easy when an expert yoga master does it, right? Believe me, it's not. The whole operation is as complicated as, for a lack of an alternate analogy - neuro-surgery?. Well, I personally have no idea how tough neurosurgery is, so it's all an approxi-guestimation here, folks. Back to the yoga, your entire body starts to get kneaded and shaped like baker's dough, while your limbs starts to groan and plead for some sympathy....if you don't stop and listen even then, they start screaming that chakras can please be damned or go sky-diving, they wouldn't care. Finally, after what seems like eternity and y