An overdose of research...

As I was writing and re-writing my thesis, fiddling with the mineral water bottle, seemed to be my only distraction. (Internet stops working at 12 and there are 2 more hours to 5am when internet would resume). Presence of green algae (my subject of research) had been growing in the water cans and not wanting to have them beyond my lab time, I had decided to buy mineral water bottles.

Back to my fiddling with the bottle, did I realize that it seemed to have an unnecessary extra amount of plastic in the form of the band proudly proclaiming out the brand name. I decided to delve further into the colourful band on the transparent bottle, since I needed a very important info regarding the date of manufacturing. I wanted to make sure that my sense of consumer awareness be satiated. I know that most people would never go about bothering the expiry/manufacturing date on a mineral water bottle, when all they care would be for a "seemingly hygiene" gulp.

Given my joblessness, and the time of the day, I decided to read further through the ad-band. It had the name of the brand, a refreshing hi-def picture of water splashing against itself, address of the manufacturing unit, expiry date, volume, ISI certification, batch number, warning to crush the bottle after use (of which I had made a personal mental note), some nutritional info and finally the processes which this water has gone through. I was wondering as to how many consumers would be knowing these details and how many would ever care to. Then it dawned on me that I very well understand these processes and the nutritional info: a deadly combination for my own senses.


It mentioned ozonization and addition of minerals like magnesium and potassium and I know not what else. These two together rang a knell in my head. Ozone, metals and water under the excess of temperature, pressure etc. are the best combo to generate free radicals and other reactive oxygen species (ROS) which can have severe detrimental effects to human body. Almost all the new range of oral and topical medicines run with the tagline that they are loaded with antioxidants to tackle the ROS that might harm their potential customers. OMG!!! so much is going on against ROS and here we are being given  ROS to drink, neatly packaged and pricey. This just seems outrageous!!!


I know, some of you who work with ROS would prefer to differ on this saying that ROS need not be  generated and if at all generated, have a very short life-time; but think of it. What if all the temperature variations and pressure that they are subjected to lead to some chain reactions and keep them going on till it reaches your hands???

Bottomline: we might be carrying a potential disaster, misinterpreting it to be an elixir

P.S. this should not bother anyone who has no clue of ROS and is expected to be a funny read for those who think they know ROS. This could very well be the product of my mind feasting over my thesis, that has only ROS and stress for the "n"th time.

Let's not turn a blind eye to this...

Previously it used to be the foeticide, infanticide, dowry and sati; depending on the subject's age
Now it is the ever-increasing pity, moral-policing, blame-game and accusation, from the so-expected competent authorities and forces; and even the age does not matter

Either ways, we are soon to see a "better half" of the human population making it to the endangered/extinction list....

Re-discovery...

Finally, after a very long break I've decided to come back to my blogging.
As a first step, I published some old, unfinished posts, thought they still remain unfinished or irrelevant. As the next step, I've drastically reduced my activities on social networking site. Special thanks for that goes to Mr. A, my best friend who made a small change to my settings and did it all too naturally. He decided to make all my FB posts visible just to himself and never told me of this. To further make it fool-proof he suddenly started liking or commenting my posts. Thus, he made me believe that no one liked to see me active on FB. It hurt me a lot initially, since like most of us, I've also been thriving on my daily dose of FB profile-acceptance. The lack of it shattered me.

Soon I lost interest in FB and also in people who accumulated all the likes and comments. I decided to be my old self again. Decided to connect with people beyond the virtual world. Aha, now I've got a bigger problem, connecting with people became difficult, as I am naturally an introvert. I was reminded of the huge efforts that I used to take to talk with people around me. I had to re-start that process.

So, here once I started putting in the effort, some long-lost friends and acquaintances seemed to re-appear. Good sign, I thought. My efforts were being answered. I realized that I had been spending too much of time ancipating what would happen to mine as well as other friends' posts day in and out. Now, am spared of all thse worries. Am getting to know what people around who are not-so-connected to the LAN cables are doing and this reminded me of blogging and documenting my other interests.

So, I vow to begin with this. Am never gonna look back. At least one post per day, till all those long-forgotten ones get finished.

Mullaperiyaar

The issue regarding the mullaperiyar dam has been in prominence since a very long time. All these while, it was mostly the politicians, the technical experts or the farmers and other people directly linked to it, was practically concerned about this. The recent earthquakes and the survey reports published widely in the media have spread the seriousness that it may assume to the general public far away from mullaperiyar.

Me too, a general public staying outside Kerala, would've never bothered unless the disaster struck, had it not been for the social networking sites. The sheer thought of such a disaster sent a chill down my spine. I was determined to do my every bit to help avert the danger. I did not know where to begin nor what to do. After reading many related articles, I came to a solution, which I had shared through the social networking site, facebook.

Undefeated SITA

The abode of purity

Tested and tried by fire;

Seven times and over,

Still nothing to declare:

But ye, am not the Sita, the defeated one of eternity,

Of times to come, For generations to speak.

I had my share of lust, passion and heart-breaks.

I'm never imprisoned by any society's gaze,

I lay bare and open, the blue sky above me;

Nothing to care; Am in no despair.

Am content, ten times over more,

For within my reach is the next one more.

Days come 'n' go,

My bosom's wanton and it cries

For not want of comrades, but lack of solace.

Oh solitude, leave me no more!!!

I want to rest my head on thine lap.

Of yonder days, when I had to gaze,

The shyness and crimson in my bosom

It gave me immense pleasure to dream

Of lying in another blossom

With a man of name and fame and game.

I’m taken back to the present

The presents of my body play before me

They bring me peace, calm and purpose,

But nay, I don’t want to be bothered.

Let me make peace with the past and present,

And with each decision that I chose to resent.

My children, I’ll tend for you; a decision

I ought to meet; but it will only be for a while

And then, you too go to my past, one that I call a treason.

The bitterness, it’s killing me; or am I alive anymore?

Can I think or act or express – the reality of yore

It hits me again and again and again – a new way every time.

I think,  I dream, and I act to protect

My children, who bring in sense and make me intense

It’s calm that I need to preserve,

For I cannot perish anymore.

Rise, fall, but rise again, every now and then

For myself, my past and my future and all that is in between.

I see a glimmer, a shimmer, a ray

On every dark robe that I wore till now

Of promises made and kept and failed,

Yes, everything had a reason and more

I too have, to make peace, move on, conquer and live on to tell my lore

I am the Sita, who had a ‘maryada Ram” by her side

Right before birth, till just before now

Every Sita has her struggle, has her Ram till the end;

Unless she chose to see that she is never anyone’s “maryada”

She can make her own “maryada”, she is the mother, the creator

Unleash her potential and bring a new set of traditions

It is hers to show the way and guide

Each Ram that is drowned

In the eternal conflict between tradition and loss.

Her’s to rebel and make the path hard for Ram

Her’s to be subtle and let Ram discover for himself

No, there is no right or wrong in creating new traditions

The subtlest, the rebellious, the inspiring and less daring ones stay

Stay to aped, imitated, debated, criticised, accepted, and again aped

Then, she can choose to keep guiding and making new paths

Or let Ram drive the chariot of tradition, of future, of hope

But, me, my Sita, let me guide my “maryada”, let me be my guru and guide.

MEN ARE DOGS....Women are Bitches....so watz the big deal.....I'm searching for HUMANS

ha ha,....
hope none of u who know me would kill me....
This is what I feel when I hear people calling others around them dogs and bitches. I mean, what right do you have to call someone, a dog or a bitch???
Aren't they cute and loving unlike the people whom you tag with these names?
I am allergic to touching or cuddling a dog or cat. Nevertheless, I love them.
I love touching and caring for turtles and that's what I've done at the turtle walks along Chennai's beaches