"Have Life Have Everything"

Recently we came to read the deaths of 2 nuns in the newspapers.Two nuns who were walking by the convent backyard got hit with heavy concrete hollow blocks from the goods lift of the building whose construction was going on at the back and died on the spot.
This made me recall the following incident which was indeed the most shocking one in my life.This happened when I was working as a site engineer in one of the leading construction companies of Kerala.I was in-charge of a 7 storey building which was nearing the end of its construction and was to be handed over in a few months.Only a few service works and interior works were left.
The day was a public holiday.I dont remember exactly what holiday it was but I remember it happened in Jan of this year.The main workers and the contractor weren't present that day.Infact the contractor had asked me personally to keep an eye on the site the previous day while he was not present.
There wasnt a single day in which the goods lift wasnt used.It used to be operated either by the contractor or by one of the masons.As they were not present that day there needed to be someone to operate the lift as the fire escape works were going on then.The huge red pipes couldnt be carried manually to the terrace.That day two of the workers who wanted to carry pipes to the terrace floor approached me since they couldnt find anyone to operate the lift.So I went around asking workers if they knew to how to operate the machine.None of them knew it except the storekeeper who told me he had done that before.I agreed hearing his past experience and accompanied him to the operating platform.

The 2 workers got into the lift with the big pipes and waved at me to tell the man to start the lift.So I said 'up to the terrace'.He tried to start the machine but couldnt.So one of the workers came and did it for him.He then pulled the lever down and up raced the lift in such a speed that for a moment I thought the rope would break and both the workers would come down dead.It even went above the terrace to the topmost point of the scaffold and it looked like the scaffold would collapse any moment.I looked at the storekeeper and saw that he didn't really know to operate the machine and the workers in the lift were trembling. He kept pulling the lever up and down, didnt know when to stop or start it.It looked like the workers were floating up and down in the sky.I screamed at him to get them down at once. It was a question of 2 lives.The irony was that the operator wasnt serious about this.He kept laughing(which made me laugh too for a moment seeing the helpless workers screaming in the air).

Now there was another construction site opposite to ours.All the workers there came up to see what was going on here.Few of them kept shouting at me to stop the lift.Now my heart was pounding badly I thought it would burst out.And finally the operator pulled the lever up inorder to get the workers down.The lift raced down as if it were competing for the olympics.I screamed at him "will you slow down the lift??u'll kill those people."The lift slowed down a bit reaching the 2nd floor and finally to the ground with a thud.The workers in the lift stood on the platform vibrated...Then the whole crowd of workers came to bury me with spankings.To tell me never to repeat that again.I had been very irresponsible indeed. I've never regretted any of my decisions before.I had always thought I was right.I had learnt my lesson.

The only moment I thanked God from the heart!!!.He had saved me from being responsible for two lives...

The day of national mourning becomes a day of recreation. Young ones enjoy their day at home when the elders of the nation grieve. The very day of peace and silence becomes a day of hyperactivity.

What a PARADOX!!!
Here's an account on how the death of an exminister proved to be utter nuisance to a citizen.
It was a Monday when we came to know the death of an ex minister.Such days used to be declared holidays for all the schools in the land.Since the death happened on a Sunday the schools weren't sure about giving a holiday.

That day a mother was making her 6 year old ready for school.She dressed her up,packed her lunch and bag and went to drop her in the bus.Only on her way to the bus stop did she come to know it was a holiday.The girl so happy getting a holiday after her miserable days in school started doing all the mischief she could the moment she got home.First she pulled the washed clothes off the strand.Then she emptied the dustbin onto the floor, she spilt milk on the dining table, she scribbled on the walls, she screamed in the balcony, she turned the house upsidedown. She did the house in. Finally she got tired and fell asleep watching Tv.She had her time, her day of freedom...

Its fun to have little kids running and jumping all around the house.Its just that you get irritated at times.Anyways if she hadn't got the holiday she would have had to spend her time in school,and the fact that she got a holiday had called for trouble.

In every need let me come to you
with humble trust, Jesus Help Me.
In all my doubts, perpexlities and
temptations, Jesus Help Me.
In hours of loneliness, weariness and
trials, Jesus Help Me.
In failure of my plans and hopes
in disappointments and sorrows,
Jesus Help Me.
When others fail me and your grace
alone can assist me, Jesus Help Me.
When I throw myself on your tender
love as a father and saviour, Jesus Help Me.
When my heart is cast down by failure
at seeing no good from efforts, Jesus Help Me.
When I feel impatient and my cross
irritates me, Jesus Help Me.
When I am ill and my head and hands
cannot work and I am lonely, Jesus Help Me.
Always, always inspite of weakness, falls
and shortcomings of every kind,
JESUS HELP ME AND NEVER FORSAKE ME.

I was chatting with some of ma friends when suddenly I got a chat message from my friend cum neighbour Roshni asking to look out for her tag blog.At first I didn't know what she was talking about.N when I knew it she started threatening me to write 8 weird things about myself or else I would just have to see what happens.N then I thought it wasn't a bad idea at all.
N for the 8 'weirdo' me here goes.......
1. I 'laugh' at all times or somebody laughs at me,though some people may think something's wrong with me.Once in class there was a serious discussion going on the 'History of Architecture'.The atmosphere was so heatened up that I felt suffocated and in my attempt to break the tension I just burst out laughing on some comment the Sir had made.And then he too burst out laughing.Remember that nobody had ever seen this man laugh.Hahaha Friends congratulated me for making him laugh after class.Even in school whenever I stood up my classmates used to laugh at me.I still haven't figured out what's so funny about me.
2. I don't forgive and forget easily.It would take years to forgive.Once when we were in a farewell party one of my friends played a stupid prank on me.At first I acted scared though I really wasn't.That was a time when we had to pretend to be scared though not since we were first years.But though I wasnt scared first I started becoming towards the end.Midnight struck and I was declared an 'April Fool'.I was so bloody red that I didn't even talk to him or even look at his face for the next fours years in college. Actually there were other reasons also for not forgiving this one which I don't want to disclose here. But when I tried to email him now, he replies he doesn't know me.Now that's sad enough ,isn't it???....I guess I'll have to change myself on this....
3. I hate to see people treating me like they do to monkeys in the zoo.(the weirdness is in that I looked like a monkey to these people). I remember my first day in the boarding school when was in 3rd std.We had just come from Kuwait a month back.My mother had me, my sis n my brother put in boarding schools.Me and my sis were in the same school.That day I went and sat in my class.I didn't talk much coz I didn't know malayalam.Some students kept talkin to me and I told something back in English.I don't know whether these people could understand me, but 2 or 3 came to me and started pulling my ears, nose, n cheeks and everything they could pull on my face.It was only when I started shouting that they stopped this.I was thinking what sort of training the school gave...Training to become monkeys...Then I trained myself to look out for monkeys...Scared of them even now...U won't know when they start attack...
Another instance was when I was in Prep(UKG) in Kuwait.We had a class teacher named 'D'souza'.She looked savage and savage was what she was.And u want to hear her punishments for misbehaviour in class??It goes like this...If somebody talked in the class or looked back she would make other students drag the one down to the floor and ask them to pull the one's hair if she was a girl or start assaulting if it was a guy.Even I have had my hair pulled by somebody else.I hated this teacher so much that I've even dreamt her children puttin her hair to fire...Hahaha...That was a nice scene...
4. I just hate people staring at me.I used to ignore such people when I was a kid.But now I stare at them back and see who gets embarassed first...(definitely not me).
5. I love horror stories and movies though I dont encourage myself seeing extremely bloody scenes.I even dream horror though I 've never really wanted to be in such situations.I've heard voices of my grandmother who died some 4 yrs back the night I had gone to her graveyard.
6. Though I don't derive pleasure from killing insects as Roshni does, I would certainly like to see someone kill them.I used to watch my brother killing lizards.He would trap a wizard in a bottle keep it inside for some 3 or 4 days.By that time the lizard would have been exhausted.He'd then take it to the sunlight and put it in a paper.Then he would concentrate the rays of sunlight in a magnifying glass and place it just above the lizard.Suddenly u'll hear the sound of fireworks (lizard bursting) and the area will be filled with smoke.
Its been ages since i've watched it...Want to see it now badly...
7. I am someone who hates advices.I just keep my ears shut whenever my father talks to me about the ways of the world.There was a time when I used to do just the opposite of what was told to me.
8. And the Last n least I love weird people which makes me a normal person like they say ' a weird person who loves a weird person is a normal person... (but in the weird world)hahahaha...
Now I guess u've got ur picture of the 'WEIRD ME'.

There are men who think women don't have the right to live.Majority of men are so infact.Even Jesus' favorite disciple Peter believed that women did't deserve heaven(Gospel Of Thomas).It's so sad that people who think so indirectly deny themselves having been formed inside a woman...which inturn denies our creator...

Its not who sinned first that matters to God.Sin is always sin. their whole lives for God and finally ending up in Hell...And the priests drink and have fun and go to heaven...Funny isn't it???

Priests have more freedom compared to nuns...They can go anywhere, for any function, eat and drink to glory...But the nuns have to stay in their dwellings and keep praying....I think the nuns do more social activity than the priests...While nuns are deprived of their needs priests are provided with the luxury of Tv sets,stereos,camera,Pc etc...And it is eventually the nuns who suffer all the time.

And men seem to forget that it was they who crucified Jesus and not women.There's no bigger sin than crucifying the son of God.While men were eager to find fault with women like Magdalene who was a prostitute.Men always blame women for everything.They always forget that all the serious crimes in this world are committed by them...Terrorism,war...the list goes....Women have suffered enough.

have u heard of shouting beggars???.....Well then u'll surely see some here in kerala.....Beggars who scare people to get their money....
One day I and ma sister were standin in the bus stop waitin for a bus when a beggar came to me and started beggin.Normally I used to give money if they waited near me for some time.I told him we were students.So he went to ma sis.She didn't move.Then suddenly this man shouted at us.I was alarmed...I shouted back at him 'do u think we r idiots?r u tryin to scare us?'The man suddenly cooled down and walked away...The men in the street were lookin at us and the beggar....(i've never had such guts before)...

It was 7:00 in the morning.Me and ma sister were waiting for a bus in ABK stop.At that time we were going for st classes in STC.We had to reach class by 8:30 a.m.We got up into this bus named 'Mariya' which went till FK.The name 'Mariya' reminded me of Mary the mother of Jesus.Peace n sacrifice her life meant to us.We normally expect people to be what their names mean.You cudn't imagine a brutal, vengeant Mary, could u?? But that was exactly what took place in the the bus 'Vengeance'.
The bus reached MGR in EM when another bus hit ours' while overtaking it.
The bus went 'tuk tuk tuk' scrapping our bus all the way it went.The driver (in our bus)was like "hit it as u wish, we'll show u later".The conductor tuk his mobile
n called the owner of the bus (was what i understood) and asked him "Njangal Thallippolloikkatte a bus???He seemed to be nodding his head hearing the reply from the phone.He turned to the driver n said "Let's do it".Not waiting to complete this sentence the driver raced for the bus trying to overtake it from bothsides and finally managed to hit it from the left side. "TTOMM" the sound came. We shook in the bus which finally came to stop.Me and ma sis stared at each other thinking the same thing 'what's wrong with these people?'.Anyways the bus stopped just 1 stop before ours so we could
reach there in time.
I was thinkin ‘how silly people cud be’ , on my way to class....

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& Please don't forget to encourage me coz thats wat i always need.
My blogs won't essentially be my thoughts,it may sometimes convey what I think others think.
Sometimes it may reveal my past,but that won't definitely be connected to my present.