A Tribute

the elders at home used to have a tough time when my elder sister came anywhere close to the television,which was my area of control. the sports channels and cartoon networks were horrible for her and always ended up in ear-drilling screams. and even then, i never accepted my defeat and never passed over the remote control. to my surprise, this scene became rare at home and soon, i realised that she spends most of her time inside her room reading newspapers, magazines, adventures to romance. i consider this to be the very reason why i never was interested in reading. i can say, i never had time at all to think beyond the television channels. but things are different now-a-days, when you have to write a lot. i realised, to write an editorial piece ,a feature, travalogue or a simple blog, you got to read first. its difficult to put thoughts in to action and equally difficult to put into black and white.

going back to a general conception or misconception, a malayali is well versed in writing n equally worse in speaking english. for a boy from a small town in kerala, who never bothered about the language of the British, the so called Global language, things werent different.

its well said, to take the first step, the push is important. i lately found that push in the first year of college in coimbatore in the form of a fellow senior Barath, who turned out to be a friend, guide, teacher, a big brother n much more. the same sister, Rajitha, has been equally encouraging and inspiring me to learn more.

Knowledge, intelligence or most of the things could not be inherited, it has to be acquired.

here i am with my new blog.- being parallel.