Prithiya Parivala Lyrics

Prithiya parivala hari hotho gelaya manasige thalamala madi hotho galaya (2)
mari andrenga mariyali gelaya (2)
gelaya mariyalenga gelaya mariyalanga gelayabadhukendaranga badhukali gelayagelaya badhukendaranga gelaya badhukendaranga gelaya (3)
kuntru nintru bari aaki nenapaga thaithiyelli nodi dharu aaki roopa kana thaithi (2)
hotti hasi dhilla hanga niddhi hatha thaithiniddhi hathi dhaga badha japisa thaithi
aaki marathira aaki marathira bekeno gelayagelaya marithaleno gelaya marithaleno gelayaaaki marali sikkaleno marali sikkaleno gelaya
aaki marathira aaki marathira bekeno gelayagelaya marithaleno gelaya marithaleno gelayamathe marali kudyaleno marali kudyaleno gelaya
dhinakondhu sari nanna betti aagathiddi muddhu muddhu mathaanadi mana thanasathiddhibetti aadhagomme savi bella(galla) kodathiddhikulla heladena sigudhilla entha prithi
nanna solla nanna solla nanna solluvalli kelidhenogelaya kelidheno gelaya kelidheno gelayakeli bandhu matha nadidheno gelaya matha nadidhenogelaya matha nadidheno gelaya
nanna solluvalli kelidhenogelaya kelidheno gelaya kelidheno gelayakeli bandhu matha nadidheno gelaya matha nadidhenogelaya matha nadidheno gelaya
Prithiya parivala hari hotho gelaya manasige thalamala madi hotho galaya (2)
mari andrenga mariyali gelaya (2)
gelaya mariyalenga gelaya mariyalanga gelayabadhukendaranga badhukali gelayagelaya badhukendaranga gelaya badhukendaranga gelaya (3)

Blame

Few days back, I was talking to my friend who was a bit upset. He had a strained relationship with his dear friend. Obviously he was disturbed. I called him to talk to him and if possible share few good words with him just to make him feel better. We had a long conversation. Something unusual about the conversation was; I noticed, never, not even once did my friend speak a word against his dear friend. He never blamed her for what went wrong. In turn he told me “she is not to be blamed. I wanted things to go my way. But it didn’t. Why should I blame her? "

Though those were very simple words, I shall never forget them.

Don’t we all find ourselves getting angry and worked up? Don’t we all immediately start casting about in our mind to identify someone to blame for the problem?

Don’t we all blame others just because things didn’t go our way???

Like, blaming a boss who made us work late, blaming a maid who came in late.
I don’t know what difference my words made on my friend. But his wonderful words of wisdom had a great impact on me. I learnt that the easiest thing to do is to find fault. But if we make that one effort to feel compassion instead of blame, the heart opens again and shows us a new way.

Blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him/her, it will not change YOU. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty by blaming him. But you won't succeed in changing something that is about YOU which is making you unhappy.

Stop blaming others and take ownership of your life.

Thanks to my friend who shared such wisdom.

Life is all about living

Exactly 1 year back things were looking all rosy with us ... Kenny turning 1 and Nissi growing fast and I was leading a reasonably successful life as you could say with property in Sydney, and in India. You can't ask for more when you haven't even turned 30 and contracting in SAP without a break for 4 years.

Last June we visited India for Kenny's 1st birthday and before going there I was down with flu a few times but anti-biotics were doing their job reasonably well ,but not getting to that 100% you would want to. After returning to Brisbane I started again seeing my GP to dig deep on why I was constantly falling sick(in other words not feeling 100%) but still feeling quite normal and was able to do my day-to-day activities without any drama.

Prognosis went on for 2 months and after a series of tests it was revealed that there is a lump on the left side of my neck which needed biopsy to find out what exactly is happening. But by that time my GP was confident it could be Lymphoma(haven' t heard that till then and so didn't really bother me when he delivered the news, should say ignorance is healthy). GP simply said it was unfortunate and something which is not good to have and can be treated fairly effectively. Thanks to the internet I came to know what it was and shocked to know what it could be, but life wasn't flashing in front of my eyes or nothing like that but was hugely upset that I might not see my kids grow or walk my daughter down the aisle on her big day. But I wasn't complaining WHY ME? because I never thought why me when I topped studies after ordinary preparations and never asked why me when I was making heaps of money when still friends of mine were still struggling. Told Priyanka after 2 days because I had a heamotologist appointment in 2 days and I didn't want to give her a shock on that day. News spread so quickly among friends here and people started praying and my wife fasted every day for few weeks before the surgery asking God for a miracle. So after 2 months of prognosis and biopsy on the lump ... miracle didn't happen ... it was diagnosied as Hodgkin's Lymphoma which is favourable of the Lymphomas. It was at stage 3B and the hematologist decided that it would take 16 cycles of chemotherapy and radiation to treat it.

May be for the first time in my life I would have cried so badly for my future ... and I couldn't be out of work because of the commitments I have(investments ... too many in fact) ... my wife meet with her friends on friday's to pray and 1 of the girls told her that she had a vision from Jesus and I don't need to worry about finances because he is gonna provide. I am not a very religious person but anything that's in my favour am gonna take it, I was so revealed but once my treatment starts I didn't know how my physical condition would be in terms of work. No work no pay(downsides of contracting) .

Ironically my treatment started on 27th Nov, 2008 , the day after my 30th birthday ... what a start after a big birthday. Before the treatment started I just prayed that God give me the strength and energy to go through this challenge with a smile and positive attitude. Doctors were quite confident that it could be treated fairly effectively but still you will have your own doubts about the 'C' word. I had to take lot of needles for the treatment but just before the start of the treatment my 4 year old daughter had a vaccination and she took the needle with a smile . Then I said to myself -If my daughter can take it with a smile I should be able to do it and that really helped.

Finally chemo started and it wasn't a pleasant experience but thank God it's over now. Half-way through the treatment the doctor decided I don't need 16 as planned but 12 would do the job. In-fact may be 8 would have done but he wanted to give more chemo rather than less and his aim was to make sure I go through this if possible only once. 20 sittings of radiation everyday and after 7 months of treatment, I am successfully cured of cancer. I don't like to use the word but I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

Infact miracles do happen and I can say with a big smile that when it happened it was so pleasant . Could you believe that I only had to take 1 day-off every fortnight for the treatment and as an icing on the cake I made nearly 15000 dollars on stocks in 2 months after the treatment . God fulfilled the promise that he made through that girl and he has helped me to stay with postive attitude and as a matter of fact I wasn't even thinking about the disease through the journey. Having a caring wife and 2 innocent kids at home also helped during the journey because there was always fun at home and no real movie jaisa atmosphere. Even colleagues and friends made sure that I would be part of all their parties and never missed a thing except a couple of parties. A real blessing was one of our friends who left his job in Sydney and stayed with us on all the days of my treatment and he used to look after the kids when we were busy making the hospital trips.

Right now am back to normal and energy levels are back to pre-disease levels. Still need to put-on the 10 kilos I lost through disease.

The reason I am sharing this is to let you know that life could throw challenges at you but there are other people in the world who will be going through tougher things than you could imagine and also the need to not neglect health and see a doctor (there is no harm in going for a regular general check-up). Am not preachingJ

Is this Bird Alive?

The young man was at the end of his training, soon he would go on to be a teacher. Like all good pupils, he needed to challenge his teacher and to develop his own way of thinking. He caught a bird, placed it in one hand behind is back and went to see his teacher.'Teacher, is this bird alive or dead?'His plan was the following: if his teacher said 'dead', he would open his hand and the bird would fly away. If the answer was 'alive', he would crush the bird between his fingers; that way the teacher would be wrong whichever answer he gave.‘Teacher is the bird alive or dead?' he asked again.'My dear student that depends on you' was the teacher's reply.
We all have a 'bird' in our hand, a bird we call 'life'. Our teachers may teach us everythinkg but finally it depends on us to how well we use our learning.

Focus on Blessings

Joan and Natty were two young mothers who lived across the street from each other. From their living room windows, each woman was able to observe the activities of the other woman's family.

One day, Joan confessed that she'd been watching what went on in Natty's front garden and that she envied her." I don't know what you mean", said Natty with puzzled look on her face. "Well, I often see your husband out in the front mowing your lawn, and I wish my husband would do the same thing", said Joan. "Your garden is beautiful!”.

Natty laughed and then made her confession." I have been doing the same thing, Joan", she said. "I watch your husband in your front garden - and I have envied you!"
Joan shook her head with disbelief. "What on earth do you mean?" she asked.

Natty replied," I see your husband playing with your toddler so nicely. How I wish Keith, my husband, would do the same thing! He never wants our boys in the way when he mows. Be honest Joan. Would you rather have your husband play with your son than have a well-manicured lawn?"

"I had not thought of that before, but you are right Natty. I may have tall grass, but Eric, my husband is right about playing with little Johnny", Joan concluded.

Very often we are blind to our own blessings that are so obvious to others. Let us cultivate the habit of concentrating on our several blessings rather than brooding over what we perceive as curses.

A Pair of Old Shoes

A young man, a student in one of the universities, was on a walk with his professor one day , a man whom the students considered a friend for his kindness to those who waited on his instructions. As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which were belonged to a poor man who was working in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day's work . . .The student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play a trick on the man. We will hide his shoes, and hide ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them ..." .My young friend," answered the professor, "We should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor . . . But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man.Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him.." The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes . . .While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were to be seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the coin, turned it around and looked at it again and again. He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin . . .His feelings overcame him . . . He fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanks in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing .The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears."Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?"The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. .. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before- "It's more blessed to give than to receive."
If you want happiness for a lifetime - Help someone

The Old Fisherman ~ Mary Bartels Bray

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face - lopsided from swelling, red and raw.
Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning. "He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face... I know it looks terrible, but the doctor says with a few more treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."
I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint. In fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 am, and wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish or oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!" Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!" My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden." She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in Heaven. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."
All this happened long ago - and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.
Our Lives are not determined by what happened to us, but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings us but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results.