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What is communication? We often come across people having difficulty in communicating well. They can be differentiated into formal and informal. Formal ones are classified into letter writing, emails and informal ones are normal speaking. Many of them assume that it is important to construct the conversation but it's equally important to get what needs to be conveyed to whom you are speaking with. It makes it all the more important that we know the audience whom we are addressing that will decide the level of the language to be used. It is important to note that often as content writing it is important to write in an approach depending on the target  audience. What is important to know your audience and then decide on the level of communication. Recently was going through some piece of history, where Kasturba Gandhi was visiting an ashram where they are weaving Cotton Saree, as is normal ladies get interested in sarees so was the Lady, she wanted ask the weaving lady if

What is exam fear?  Often in the times when i used to write exams, it will seem like the preparation is good enough but sometimes in the examination hall we find that maybe our mind is blank and are fearful. Once we see the exam papers, we start becoming nervous of much we know. It is important  to remain calm in such scenarios. Suddenly we also find that we are not able to write the answers which we are confident. Recently heard a learned tamil religious motivational orator as i call him known by the name suki sivam . He is seriously impressive and gave an excellent analogy for the same and wanted to share this in an nice drafted article. We often tune the radio to the frequency in which my song is being played,  if my song is being played in radio mirchi and i listen to radio one i will not be able to listen i want to hear. when we read at home the environment is very calm and hence the brain waves are different from the ones which we experience in the exam hall where the mind is

There was a man who worshipped Lord Krishna with a devotion in the aspect of seeing his beloved Lord with his worship. He continued this for a length of time,  nothing actually happened, with Lord not showing up against his devotion. A friend of his suggested that he's may try to worship Lord Muruga instead of Lord Krishna, he kind of agreed to the thought and replaced the idol and started to worship Lord Muruga, he had got the Lord Krishna packed and kept in the loft. This continued for about more than two months or so,  one day he noticed that the offerings he had kept for Lord Muruga, was making its way to the loft where the old packed idols were kept. He got wild about this and saying that all the time i have been making the offerings,  you did not bother about me and now you atree steal into the offerings to my new found Lord. He then took the idol tied a cloth around the nose to prevent this,  just at that time Lord Krishna presented himself to his astonishment and conveye

After going through the irreparable loss, trying to attempt and overcome the incident. I was trying to find some of the last pictures, moments, voice recording and any video,  only to find that i have some pictures and not any recording where i could listen to some of her songs she used to sing. She is not a seasoned musician but used to practice singing on the daily basis for about twenty years as much i can recollect. I used to come back from office will find her practising  her standard list of ten songs she will sing everyday. According to me,  she was good in singing and will be asked to sing during the golu and other occasions as i can recall. I could not find a single recording of hers to listen once,  so i realise the magical moments of her songs have been missed and have nothing to listen to. What i have is some last conversations i had with her which just got recorded by chance not planned. We often do not realise all this in the everyday fast pace of life we are moving.

In our everyday life we often do not perceive the fact we are in essence racing against time like hour clock. We keep claiming to have control of most of things do not accept the mere fact. We are just puppets in the large drama as called as maya. We tend to procrastinate many things in the life which could be small or big and when we realise it is a bit too late for us to do anything. In the busy state of life, we miss tiny moments of happiness or spending quality time with near and dear ones,  by the time you think it feels like the quick sand slipping out of the hands. So it is important to keep an eye on such things which many a times goes unnoticed, what is left is just helplessness and remorse. Also would like to say emphatically that if you feel something or want to share some thoughts be sure you are sharing rather than saying we will convey and left with no option. Do not leave anything for future.

It was a usual bright sunny morning in Chennai which was very unbearable I take a small walk and return back home only to find that with this exertion I felt very thirsty. Suddenly a thought occurred to my mind which sprang towards setting up a water station in my Housing Colony where I stay to provide water to those who are always on the road and do not have the facility to carry a water bottle for drinking water with them. To meet their need I started this exercise of setting up a water station along the roadside with in my Colony where i am currently residing. That begins the story and then I realised that there are so many people wandering on the road who could be contractors workers or even hawkers for all of them this was a great service and they started thanking me for the activity that I was carrying out initially I started off with the thought that it would be a service for the summer and then I decided to keep it as an ongoing activity so that for all these people who were

We are always in the shadow of the parent's and enjoy the luxury of the same and little do we realise the comfort of those shoulders which are always taken for granted. Once the parent tree goes down, realisation dawns on you that you are left all alone with no one even share your thoughts like ur mom or dad. Nobody understands this better than them. Even though you get a lot of comfort from your partner and their parent's, life is never the same again. You just then realise the shadow is no more and have bear the brunt of sun beating down and no place to hide. Alas life has to still go on... With the happy moments you have shared with them.

A very bizarre incident i encountered during the forceful stay at the hospital when my mother was getting treated for some heart pumping related issue. In the wee hours, when my mother got upto use the rest room and then we just talking,  suddenly noticed some fumes in the room.  First assumption was that some of the devices we had put on charge,  after the switching of all of then resulted in no reduction in the smoke in the room. I decided to quickly to open the room and get some fresh air and also found the other rooms bay were also fuming only to realise that there has been fire in the hospital. We were in a state of shock and not able to realise. My wife and mom managed to get down to the ground floor. My mom could barely walk so was in the wheelchair standing outside the hospital premises at about 5 AM in the morning. I managed to stay back in the floor and help other patients in the floor to reach to safety, the place was in high in commotions and emotiond running high from p