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My Travel Story

Today, I want to share with you my travel story. I want to tell you why I started to travel and what have I learnt along the way. My story begins in a small town, Butterworth, where I grew up. As a kid, I had very little confidence and I always felt insecure in the public. I spent most of my time in my own little world, away from the rest. One fine day, during my fourth year at high school, my Mathematics teacher, Tamil Selvi briefed us about a high school exchange program to the United States of America. She went on and on about the benefits of spending an entire semester in the United States, stressing a little phrase “You never know what the future holds.” I was tempted and I decided to go to there. I remember daydreaming on the plane about the American High School experience, with lockers and kids with perfect hair. Just like my favourite teenage movie “High School Musical” .God, however, had an entirely different plan. I was sent to Hartfield, Virginia, a peaceful country
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My Vow of Silence (Day 1)

I took a vow of silence (speech fasting) from 9.30 morning till 7 evening. I didn't speak or listen to any music. I did utter a few words by accident. (countable words) And I did text a few people. I tried not to be very strict with myself as it was my first attempt. Perhaps, in the future I will restrain from social apps. Many asked me why I am speech fasting, so I here are your answers; ( I am sorry I couldn't explain while I was fasting just now) 1. I tend to interrupt oth er's conversation very often. I have this strong urge to finish ones sentence and make a comment on it. Unfortunately, I didn't realize what I was doing until a close friend of mine mentioned it to me. So, I thought being silent would make me a better listener. 2. When I am angry, I don't think before I speak. This has lead to many conflicts which I regret till this very day. Words once spoken cannot be taken back. Silence gave me the space to think well of my respond to unfavourable situ

Jallikatu Throwback-

Sitting in our comfortable coach, scrolling our Facebook feeds and watching the havoc in Tamil Nadu doesn't seem to give an answer to our questions about why are Tamilians protesting so intensely for Jallikatu. So I decided to get on the ground to check out myself. Let me give you a brief idea about the scenario here. Men and women dressed up in black, marching like ants in the narrow roads of India, sandwiched between closed shops, under scorching hot sun with slight cool breeze tickling the ears to get to the protesting ground located at Thamukam. Kids are seen wearing bull masks, teenagers in their motorbikes whistling, students carrying posters which says"We Support Jallikatu" and "Say No to PETA" showing their support for Jallikatu. The local news channels announced the shut down of schools and colleges. After chatting with some of the locals here,I understood the deeper consequences of banning Jallikatu. Besides playing a main role in Jallikatu, bull

INSIGHTS OF MEDICAL CAMP 2017, SJKT NIBONG TEBAL

A few months back, my friend suggested me to lead Medical Camp, being afraid up to take the responsibility, I gave him a sign of disagreement, and his reply was just a nod saying that I will be fine. “The beautiful thing about fear is, when you run to it, it runs away” Robin Sharma quoted once. Holding on to those wise words and putting my trust on my friend, I took the project into my hands. As promised, my friend was there for me throughout the project, holding me firm whenever I stumble. Never knew the first guy I met in university would turn out to be one of my strongest pillar. A brother–like figure, Deva is to me. Sitting down at a cafĂ© near to our hostel, within minutes we discussed and came up with the committee’s list. Born was a family of dedicated and supportive people; Kesavan, Gajjhen, Muthu, Deva, Shanba, Kavi, Thines, Arvind, Kethis, ,Yuva, Vikna, Neeru, Sakti and Kartika. Together, we worked towards one goal, burying the need to serve the community with love and pass

Friends=Wealth

It is so quiet that I could hear the fan blowing the still air around my small closed room in the hostel creating a soothingly rhythmic sound. The fluorescent light from my table lamp is glaring at my metallic bottle giving me a reflection of myself. Unable to express my feelings, I kept staring at it and drowned in deep thoughts. Friends. Just a simple seven letter word which has shown me all seven colours of rainbow. If I am to thank God, I would definitely thank him first for giving me a beautiful family and second for giving me family-like friends. Sisters and brothers by heart whom I am so blessed to have. “Show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are”, goes the saying. It is indeed an undeniable fact that most of our actions, thoughts and words resemble our friends. Partly, because we grew up holding hands and walking along the corridors of our schools, sharing every piece ourselves to the one beside us. From our favourite meal to our latest video game. We

My First Paper

DEDICATED TO MY USM  MATES; Late morning.Sleepless nights. Countless coffee. Messy table. Lost and found notes. Past year questions Pilled up laundry clothes. Skipped meals.Concerned parents. Ignored phone calls.Messages. Nag from girlfriends. Partially gone mad friends. Already mad US. Back pain. Headache.Sudden running nose. Charlies' visits. Flies "COMEBACK". Etc etc.... Sums up our study week. Then, comes the day we have been waiting for.... . @like literally "WAITING" for . Praying to the Holy ONE. Seeking blessings from our loved ones. We step into the examination hall.Noticing the familiar faces after a week gap, we exchange smiles.  Before flipping the pages, we tell ourselves "Senjereven Da. Inthe SEM Dean List da". You may begin your examination now. Says the instructor. Background music: "A Thousand Years" @When you flip the first page Heart beats fast, trembles and bad instincts.  How to be br