It is important for every parent to make television viewing secondary and reading a central activity at home. It is necessary to impress upon the young that reading is an activity that will have a positive impact on them in all aspects, including their academic performance.
Month: December 2007
letter to editor in The Hindu
Modern parents do their best to insulate their children from poverty and the realities of life. They provide their children with money but do not teach them values. They choose the best schools for their children to score some brownie points in a kitty party or cocktail circuits. Aggression is eulogised, and encouraged. A nation such as ours cannot afford to wish away poverty. We need to realise that we are moving from deprivation to sufficiency not to prosperity. Imbalance needs to be addressed, if not our children will probably live in a socially volatile setting which will affect the coming generations.
Benedict Gnaniah
My son
My son never fails to surprise me. His intense thought process, and his ability to think it through puts him in a different level. He will not take anything at the face of it and he will always try to research and work on a subject before forming a thought on that.
According to Abel Raj he is surely a good thinker
Sumo with cash
If the transactions can be done
With riches and gun
Then my heart will yearn
And my belly will burn
When my friend has it all
But alas Iam so small
Yet transformations cant be done
With riches and gun
Then my heart will burn
And my mind will learn
For my foe must cease
And be at peace
Man will wrestle all his life
For its matter that is right
Heart beats with the stocks
Numerics can help minds spark
Their savior resides on wealth
Devourers of good health
pale horse
The trumpet of ashen and death
Writ large on the face of fear
Will this be an invasion on my body
Or the castration of my love?
The engine does chug invitingly
Distance short with the fuel of fun
The soul is wakened in the unknown
And the spirit flows meekly
When will the ordeal end
To deliver me from the Pale Horse of fear?
Box of Corn Flakes
Flake in a Corn Flake Box
When Jim a hurried morn
Grabs the Box of Kellog
He dumped some on the bowl
To pick a little one
He let the morn pass by
With that Flake in his hand
Marveled at creation
And let the world go by
Will this flake of corn
Ever see its purpose?
He wondered along
Then his stomach mumbled
Realness of huger within
The single flake he chomped
The rest he swamped
With milk for his fill.