iPhone 5?

Day by day, my impression on the Upanyana rituals is worsening. The Brahmins wear the cross thread. Okay, I got that cleared. But why not the other Hindus should wear the cross thread too? So what is the purpose of this ceremony? I don't think that it symbolizes and concerns purity, the three debts and the other religious reasons. It seems to me rather like discrimination. Why does Hinduism only let the Brahmins wear the cross thread and not the others? The Kshatriyas? Vaishyas? Shudras? I am just against the ideology of caste system. Enough talking about it now, the Indian government is now giving A LOT of scholarships and benefits to those of lower castes. They deserve it, for having their ancestors facing generations and centuries of torture. If I was a Brahmin, I would not wear the cross thread. If I had to, I wouldn't rather do it. I would just throw it away, just like how Guru Nanak, Bharathiyar and Kamal Hassan did. It's just a barrier among people and avoiding communications. How deadly!

My body condition is now a bit better. Only by a bit. I am feeling dizzy, extremely dizzy. I wanna get to my bed and doze off. I am craving for sleep.

I just think sometimes that reincarnation is unfair. You might think, "This guy himself is a Hindu. But he doesn't follow his religion. Strange." Let me enlighten you that there are very few things I oppose in my religion - (1) Caste system, (2) Reincarnation. That's the two things I oppose. I don't wish to explain or talk about reincarnation for now. I may or not post about it in the near future, you should just go and read it up on the Internet.

Anyways, there is a happy news for all those who are rich in money or are Apple Freaks, the iPhone 5 has been released. Yesterday around 10pm Singapore time. That's what my friends said, but I'm not so sure. I don't seem to care much about it. I know my parents can't afford it, for I am born in a middle class family. My weekly pocket money is way lesser than yours, trust me. I'd rather be poor in wealth than being rich, as I'm already rich in wisdom. You need money for survival. True. But with money, you can't buy everything. You can't buy a new relationship like a sibling (I'm happy I don't have one: for I get all the things my parents purchase solemnly for myself) nor can you buy a world with ultimate peace. I hope you understand.

Poor people. What did they do, to be looked down on? They were born poor, not their fault at all. If they die poor, I still stand firm in saying it's still not their fault. Why? It is the opportunities which change a man and his actions. He couldn't get the opportunities to enter the middle class or rich world. So, what's your part?

If you are 18 and above, make it a point to donate a sum of money at least every 6 months, to the poor. If you are too obsessed with having a profit in your stocks and markets, your wallet must have helped you in thinking, "I'll donate a 10 cents. Lol!" Let me tell you, if you wish to donate even 10 cents, then better do it. You are at least doing something. But the 10 cents must be donated from the heart. Not for the sake of taunting the situation. Such a horror!

Bai the bay (By the way), I'm logging off now. Good bye and have a night's rest. I'd like to hint you that if that success is your  door, then resilience is your key. Remember, never give up! Edison tried 200 times to get the light bulb. But he only invented the light bulb after some time. He tasted success at last. He believed in this, "I tried and failed over 2000 times in the process of inventing a light bulb. However, I also came to know that over 2000 elements and methods do not make a light bulb." That's not enough. Let me sign off with his favourite quote, "Genius is one percent inspiration; ninety-nine percent perspiration."

Yours Entertainingly,
Engineer.

Pain is in the body this time round, not the heart.

I am down with fever, sore throat, cough, running nose and sneezing. I guess you can't imagine how I'm still coping with life. I have no other choice. Insomnia has flooded me and my whole mind. I am short of sleep and rest. I slept yesterday at midnight, the time where my mom would say ghosts would roam around. Please don't misunderstand or misinterpret what I am trying to say. My mother is never a superstitious person and nor does she believe in the existence of spirits. It was just too late that I nearly dozed off. I had to finish off my Literature project and the Maths day presentation, which took place today. It was a nightmare; just one in reality. I had to seek some peace instantaneously.

The latest time I woke up today, 6.40 am. The time I would leave house. It's such a rarity and this never ever happened in my life before (when there is school) and little did I expect its happening. 5 minutes to bathe, 5 minutes to brush my teeth and pray, 5 minutes to put on my uniform and pack my bag. I left house approximately at 6.55 am. Not bad, when I stepped foot at school, the chime just rang. I was just on time, thanks to the Lord's mercy! Not the Lord's, but the Lords' (I am referring to Gods/Goddesses, not the Lord's in England). I nearly felt asleep during Math class, skimming through all the Trigonometry notes written on the whiteboard. Sine, cosine, tangent, ratio, reference angle, I had enough! You see, I am not feeling well. Giddiness is a problem, followed by its successor, the The Headache. It was a boring morning and I am not lying!

Next came the Maths day, an event whereby a Sec 2 group is to present a game using a particular mathematical topic to those in the Sec 1 level. It involves both enjoyment and acquiring knowledge. The topic assigned to us was Polygons. We met different kinds of intelligent juniors and even some who were inattentive, after explanations ended up asking, "What is a polygon?" It was a good try and a fair success. Good enough for last minute work, which I believe in! The day ended, but another day is about to begin tomorrow. It's just around 16 days remaining for my final year semestral examinations.

My hands are exhausted after jabbing all the buttons of my fellow companion, one who shows me the path with all the equipments he needs: microchips, keys, motherboard, battery, USB ports and yes, a Broadband computer. I can live without anything, but not my computer. I need him badly. Badly.

I am getting a bit dizzy right now. My matress is going to bear me now. I guess I've got to leave. Befor that, I'd like to share with you something awesome. In the Philippines, engineers found easily-made light bulbs. It does not need money, electricity or anything. You'll see.

Light bulb made out of bottle filled with bleach and water

Yes, you must've got the whole picture from the caption itself. An empty Coke bottle filled with water and bleach, gives off so much of light. Now that's a real energy saving bulb.

Hey, I almost forgot, I made a carrot cake for Home Econs practical lessons yesterday. I don't think it turned out very well, but the icing made it look just a little alluring. I don't know, I need suggestions and comments. Leave your comments, but remember to Silence the Hate.

Carrot cake made by me

I also couldn't have done the cake without PTK, Aara and the others. Thank you all who helped me a lot. I guess I've got to leave now. Bye!

Yours entertainingly,

Engineer.

Last day of Holidays! :(

It's time to start whining again. I didn't do my English and History homework. I've got to finish everything by today. The cycle of stress is everlasting. Never comes to a stop. It's like the highest stress is the butterfly and the lowest stress is its egg. "This is a school, not a pressure cooker." You would have heard that off 3 idiots, a Bollywood film. What's more worse, it's the end of the September holidays!

I proclaim myself as a newbie at mind-mapping(I might not be super-excellent at it, but I'm superior than the others.) which may be a hindrance to my History homework. It requires me to do a mind-map on how did Singapore achieve Independence. It includes the merger with Malaya and its separation. You've got to at least read it off Wikipedia, or else you wouldn't be understanding a teeny little bit of what I'm saying.

I recently watched these 2 Tamil movies: Naan Ee and Naan. The names sound quite familiar, but are of different story lines. Naan Ee is based on a love story, but not really between humans. You might be surprised. It's a love story between a girl and a tiny housefly. I call it a must watch! Naan is another case, which runs slowly with a murder story. Starring musician Vijay Antony's debut, I'd call it an average experience watching it, but was made to look better with its theme regarding suspense.

I've got a lot of work left at my desk to heed to. I call this day with no surprises and thrills. What a boring day! You just wake up, bathe, eat, work, study and sleep! Lifeless - that's the thing I call it. Life is not how it is and how it should be. It's boring. Boring enough to drive my crazy. I've decided to log out, once and for all.

Yours Entertainingly.
Engineer.

Naan Ee

Naan

   

Boredom. The one which kills you!

Many tend to blog to post their pictures of their daily routine and lives, share their stories, write journals and to have their life experiences and feelings known to the world. I'd rather blog to create awareness among the society. Sharing facts not many know is indeed more mind-blowing.

I feel hungry. In search for food. Not for my stomach. But for my brain. I need knowledge. Knowledge is the one which brings you to the top. You really have to know about something, that's why it's called knowledge. There's this saying in Tamil, "What you have learned is just as small as your hand. What you have to learn is as large as the world." (கற்றது கைமண்ணளவு, கல்லாளது உலகளவு)

I feel like indulging myself into flipping the pages of books I wish to read. I just don't make the time for myself. The Secret, The Power of Your Subconscious Mind, To Kill a Mockingbird. All the novels and success-leading books lay asleep in the wooden shelves, like how a bear would hibernate during winter seasons. I would wake them up to see if they are alive and let them sleep again.

The holidays officially ends tomorrow. 9 days have passed within the blink of an eye. I wish, what everyone would wish, to have a winding clock. You just get to wind the time and days in reality, and go back to an earlier point of your life. It's just like backing up a computer-based system. You guessed it! I want the moments to enjoy my holidays again, right from the beginning. Procrastinated many things I had in mind. Just wasted all of my time. As Edward Young said, Procrastination is the thief of time.

But there's something that lights me up. Not ice-cream. Not at all. I just read off the news in the Internet that Rimsha Masih, a 11-14 year old Pakistani Christian girl with Down Syndrome, who was arrested for burning the pages of the Islamic holy book, the Quran, was granted bail and she's now free! She was behind bars for three weeks and she was accused for blasphemy, which carries the death sentence in Pakistan. Thank god that she's safe with her parents again.

My mind is now filled with the uttermost boredom. I shall kill it, once and for all ,before it begins to multiply like a cancer cell. I just have to help those with cancer when I grow up. I might not be a doctor to help out. I would be an engineer, for that's what I want to achieve. I will see how I can help others trough the furthest contribution my hand could do. So, if you just wasted your time reading my post, I'm sorry. 


Yours entertainingly,
Engineer.

God, you shouldn't have done this to them!

O Krishna, why did you use the varnas as an example to guide Arjuna? O Krishna, O Krishna!
O Vinayaga, why did you let Krishna guide Arjuna in such a way? O Vinayaga, O Vinayaga!
O Shiva, why did you let Vinayaga write the Mahabharata involving varnas? O Shiva, O Shiva!
O Parvathi, why did you not together with Shiva prevent him from bringing in castes? O Parvathi, O Parvathi!
O Vishnu, why did you even bring in the caste system? O Vishnu, O Vishnu! You took 9 incarnations, but there is no say to this. O Vishnu, O Vishnu! Why did you give the preferences to the Brahmins and Kshatriyas and let the Shudras live in a torturous world? O Vishnu, O Vishnu!
O Brahma, you are the preserver of this world. Why did you not ensure that all Hindus were either Brahmins or Dalits? O Brahma, O Brahma!

My obsession with the caste system has indeed led me to read, watch and learn about the caste system itself.  Bhimrao Ramji Ambedkar. There's valour in the name itself. I watched the movie, Dr. Babasaheb Ambekar. What a struggling life a man had to live in India, despite talents and knowledge, just because he was an untouchable. Born into a Mahar family, he brought the Dalits or rather Harijans (whom Gandhi called the Dalits. It meant "Children of God" in Hindi) to light. The untouchables of India were referred to as Dalits. Untouchables mean that no one could touch you and no one would even dare to near you. If you were a Hindu and were born as a Brahmin, Kshatriya or Vaishya, you shouldn't near a Dalit. You would become a Dalit yourself if you touched a Dalit. I am a Kshatriya, which is what my father tells me. But I doubt that I may be a Shudra as Shudras are Non-Aryans, which means they are Dravidians. I am a Dravidian, but I am unsure if I am a Kshatriya or a Shudra. Whatever I am, I am not a Brahmin and I am not an untouchable. My main point here is: "Why did people have to treat the untouchables so badly?"

If you are not a Hindu, you would probably be confused over this caste system. What is exactly a caste system? Here's a picture:

The Hindu Caste System

The Brahmins were ranked the top, followed by Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, Shudras and the untouchables. The question here is, who were the Brahmins? Who were the Kshatriyas?

Brahmins are basically considered as the priestly caste of the Hindu religion. They involve themselves in religious ceremonies, studying religious texts (the Vedas and Upanishads). They were like the Orthodox of Hinduism. They even refrained from eating meat, as they believed in ahimsa (not to kill any living beings as it causes harm to them. Gandhi, India's father of nation emphasized this a lot.) and showed their ultimate devotion to god. The Kshatriyas in the past were the rulers, kings and warriors. The Shudras were deemed as workers. Then the untouchables? Perhaps scavengers or drain cleaners.

The untouchables were thought to be unclean. This was why those from the high castes separated them from the others. The untouchables were not allowed to enter the temple, read or recite the Vedas (a religious text which was forbidden to be read by the Shudras and the untouchables) or even touch the national flag. They were not even allowed to drink water from a lake in which those from higher castes drink. It is an unpleasant view from an untouchable's view. I can guarantee that. You would never know how the life of an untouchable is, until you are one yourself.

So why am I bringing this topic in? It is to tell people that the caste system still exists today. But now, the untouchables are given more preferences and the Brahmins are given the least. The untouchables are now known as "Scheduled Caste people". Those born in scheduled castes would be given scholarships and numerous benefits, seeing their ancestral background. They are given a widespread preference for their entrance to colleges and universities. This does upset the Brahmin community. But let us look at the wider picture of how the untouchables suffered in the past.

It is not only the Saheb (I am referring to Dr. Ambedkar) who has involved in rights for the Dalits. Down in the south, there are various leaders who were in favour to abolish the caste system, notably Periyar and Arignar Anna. Both of them had an everlasting rivalry in politics, but both of them were born as Kshatriyas and wanted to fight for the Dalits.

That's all I had to blog and share with you for today! I will come tomorrow! (Trusting that I will be alive the next morning!)


Yours entertainingly,
Engineer.