MyLife

#Speech Problem: I had a speech problem that I used to pronounce a Tamil letter 'தா' as 'டா'.  This made me pronounce the language name itself wrongly, instead of 'தமிழ்' I used to say as 'டமிழ்'. I had to face criticism starting from home even my brothers would tease me for this also sometimes in school my classmates say that I couldn't get what I speak. Already my voice is base voice in this if I happened to collapse pronunciation it made the next person to get confused with I wanted to communicate. To overcome this it issue, I myself sometimes speak in front of the mirror and corrected a little. When I'm with a group of people I had happened to commit the same error again.  "A thorn can only be removed with another thorn", for speech problem speaking is the only cure. I had this in mind and it made me stand up voluntarily whenever the teacher asks someone to read a page on the textbook in-class hours. I had wanted to reach higher and...

#Lesson learnt I am studious in school even though my mom and dad added me in a special hours class to spend time where I used to learn the things thought in the morning. Once after class when special class started everyone had their tuition notebook with homework completed. I have not bought a separate tuition notebook for two days even though the teacher insisted me. I told my teacher that yesterday I forgot to buy a notebook. After hearing this the teacher said "How many times should I tell you, Now what will you do without a note, Go stand outside!!", with a hit at my hand with a stick before 20 students. I felt so pain also so ashamed since I'm the one to stand out. In fact, started to cry till my dad came to pick me. My dad saw me I was so crying took me home. The next day I happened to get fever due to this incident. I took this incident in a positive note after that not only studies but also in punctuality and submitting my homework at the right time. Let me share...

#School Life I used to be taken to school by father scooter in Bajaj M80. My dad used a sponge seat bought for me and placed it before the rider. On return from my school, I used to hold my mom's finger with my complete hand and make dance walk reciting rhymes seeing scenery on the way to home. As a kid, I had one thing in mind we had been put into a school lets do our best in studies so that I could be unique and get praised. In LKG I used to recite rhymes teacher used to appreciate me for it. I liked it. Being a third child at home, It is always a little hard to get appreciated because at home whatever I do remain normal to everyone at whatever effort I put because I had to compete with my skills with a 2year elder and 4year elder brother.  With all this in UKG, I got the third rank . Hurray ... My first certificate was given to me still I have it. A proud moment to say to my parents that I am good at the education they provide me. In school still, I remember the teacher used to ...

#Name: There is saying if you're great your name live more than your lifetime. A time came to choose my name. My beloved father wanted my name to be "Selva Rathinam" named after his father. My father used to say that my grandfather in his death bed felt so bad mourning that he couldn't help his son for survival since he left him with nothing except the courage to live. To make his father feeling to be satisfied he named me so that the success and happiness at present could be visualised by his son name after his grandfather.  Sometimes even now he calls me "Naina" that means father. My mom doesn't want to call me by her father-in-law name out of respect which made her think to join his favourite brother name "Santhosh" in the front. Ya, this made my name as, "Santhosh Selva  Rathinam". Santhosh - 'Happiness' Selva - 'Wealth' Rathinam - 'Rare and Precious' From my thoughtful age until now whenever I feel low I w...

Does God gave what they wished?  .. God sometimes doesn't give what we want since he might have planned big foreseeing the future. Yes, even here it happened. Myself to be born as the third son in my family. On January 7, 1995, in the early morning without any terrible pain, my mom gave birth to me. The pain started a little as soon as she arrived at the hospital within an hour I was born. Even my birth was without any violence, I mean I was born in a normal delivery. Mom had a thought, 'Enough is Enough' lets stop here of giving birth, so on the same day she went and opted for Family Planning option. After the operation with little more pain, she was moved to the bed. Still, she remembers the day saying, I was tiny and rolling in bed like a small cylindrical wooden log. I was given to mom in bed I was rolling and somehow managed to move to the end of the bed a nurse came at the right time and hold me smiling. Mom's laughed at me saying don't roll much. Then came my...

#sterotype broken: Everyone in this world is born for a reason. Being a Hitler to destroy or a Mother Therasa to save is purely on the soul that is born.  Mom a typical South Indian who has the only motto to live for children. Dad a unshown movie hero who desperately worked hard in life yet chose to work more since he wanted to have another child. This attitude of the parents made them to go for the third child. Here comes the broken sterotype, " Girl child is a curse"   Most of the under developed part of south at the corner of their heart still thinks this. But there is an exception always. Ya there are my parents. After giving birth to two sons my parents made up a last try for a daughter. The reason for the wish is after having two sons who can care for them till their last breath they wanted a daughter whom they can show their utmost love. Yes like sowing a most beautiful flower in home and watering it daily to just admire it without any returns.  Does God gave what ...