Welfare Party of India

A new political party, Welfare Party of India, was launched on Monday at New Delhi, India.

The Welfare Party is a secular party upholding the principles of justice, freedom and equality and seeking empowerment of the weak, oppressed and marginalised sections.

The party is not a Muslim party but a secular party with members drawn from across religions, regions and castes of India.

Mujtaba Farooq is the president of the party.

Vice-presidents:

• Father Ebraham Joseph
• Lalitha Naik (Ex-minister, Karnataka)
• Ilyas Qasmi (Ex- BSP MP)
• Abdul Wahab Qilji (Ex-general secretary, Markazi Jam’iyyath Ahle Hadith)
• Safarul Islam Khan (President, All India Muslim Majlise Mushavara)

General Secretaries:

• Dr. SQR Ilyas
• PC Hamza
• Prof. Suhail Ahmad Khan
• Rama Panchal
• Khalida Parveen

Secrataries:

• Prof. Ramasurya  Rao
• Subrahmani
• Adv. Aamir Rasheed
• Akhthar Hussain Akhthar

Treasurer:

• Abdussalam Vaniyambalam

But, I have one, which is so mine.
Very solid and so stern.
Strangers may call it a ‘broken crap’,
Thoughts good for nothing.
But I call them ‘you are not to be blamed for,
You dont believe in what you havent seen.’

“I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me – shapes and ideas so near to me – so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn’t occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.” -Georgia O’Keeffe

Because of this change, users cannot go back to the facebook home without hitting the back button of the phone. This leads to other troubles like re-submission of the comments.

This change with facebook mobile is a rather bad idea in the midst of the fraud news of facebook shutting down by March.

Throughout the way into our room in the car, the long vehicles and roads and buildings all were wonders for me.
Most of our relatives and neighbours had gathered in the room, for it was not usual to bring family from home country into this cursed place of hardship. But we were!

Like that goes on the story of the first time in the place of my growing up. Well, time flew high. I wont ever forget the time took for me to adapt to the new climate. I was down with fever for couple of weeks. The door of the villa was shut tight for more than a month or so, because the smell of the air even burst me into vomiting. I adapted finally, joined school, and did not realise that time flew so fast that everything was thrown into the pages of history. We tried to visit home country for every school vacation. Parting from rest of the family, my dearest brothers, sister and her children were unbearable.

So, i grew up.. getting used to the machine like life of Dubai. Get up in the morning, get ready for the bus, come back from school, do the home works or watch TV. Others got up early in the morning before me, went away on work, and returned late at night, sleep.. the vicious cycle continued. There was no time for cultural uplift or no one bothered of a social interaction! No one is to be blamed, that is how Dubai life is programmed to be. The only exception is on Fridays, when most of the day time went off with decent deep sleep.

I must say I found it sometimes hard to go hand in hand with this life of Dubai. Most, when my parents left once for Hajj and when they leave for India for longer vacation.

I felt unsecure. A life where no one including myself is benefitted of. Why did i live? For whom? Feeling of loneliness. The moment reached from school, slipped off the room for dinner. Mostly dined from out lonely! Sat for longer time in front of the table and asked myself, who knows me? Who cares for me?

My cycle took me places. Places near the sea bays.. gardens.. wherever i looked, i saw families in full swing. But one difference. I was alone.

Used to lay in the gardens by the roads near to the cycle looking desperately into the dark skies. What difference did it make in the world, if i was absent or present? Rode the cycle through the footpaths aimlessly, hoping for one single familiar smile from some one. When went to high end malls, i remained alone. I could see crowds chatting happy. I wondered what they were talking about. A lot of people out in the world. But none for me. I kept on searching for one single smile. All in vein. Out on cycle, mouth remained shut, no single human for me to talk. Sigh…

Most of the time i stood by the Shindhaga sea, supporting on the fence frame. Staring with a blank eye, watching carefully how the reflection of the colors of buildings and sign boards of the other side waved in the moving sea. Sometimes listening to the music of the tourist barge that would pass through the sea. Wherever i looked, i saw darkness. I stood still, hundreds passed through my side. None turned their face towards me.

Altered my stay from place to place, worrying something is wrong with the place where i stand… but discovered all were worse than the other. Sat in the wooden chairs for some comfort, hoping the one sitting by my side would show some mercy. The salt stinged wind from the sea hushed away all my hopes. Then slowly walks towards my building drooping down the head.

Sometimes i lay flat in the grassy sides of the roads and would keep on counting how many cars passed through the road. New numerals will have to be invented to accomplish this. So i close my eyes and keep both hands under the head and laid flat.

Everything familiar would look even stranger when mind is unusually silenced.

Kith and kin in the flat was unaware of my this nomadic wandering times. They cannot be blamed for they are gripped in the gears of the machine life of their job. They did not find time to care about themselves, why me then?

Things do not remain same for ever. It did change. Time Changes Everything! I got better life later. Moments of happiness returned.

Friends are the key to a happy life. I had friends, but not near where i stayed.

A change of school from most loved to a most hated one in the absence of parents shook my faith. To adapt to a beast school was not easy matter. I assured myself everything will get better sooner. I had a ‘very warm’ welcome in the new school. The very first day, principal flung into the class room with fiery eyes asking everyone to stand up. He ordered all to walk out of the class room and run around the vast play ground ten times as punishment as some one from my class had torn the chart papers put up in some other class room’s wall. I begged to the principal this is my first day and i dont know of anything. He but showed no mercy. I cursed myself for my bad choice of the school.

Things were only getting worse as days passed. While dining lonely from the hotel, all that would sweep into my silenced mind would be the grinding noise of that hatred school bus. It avoked nothing but fear.

Suddenly things got better when i got the driving licence. Attitude of others changed. When Dubai government gave me licence, the government also gave me more friends! The experience of driving to school in own merc along with friends overtaking the school bus was all thrill. Those in the bus would wave to us, but we would pretend to not have seen that..

True fun was when driving for tuition classes in evenings with friends. With music in full, windows down, legs of friends on dashboard, ice creams at McDonalds, woaah. It was a pleasurable experience!

Like that went my life at that salty winded land of gold and dates. Many to add. Many to make this quote fat. But i forgot to tell you what i intended to tell you. Why, i began this. The thought that is constantly keeping me tied! Yes, i want to unwind all those previous happenings once more. I want to see how far things at that goddamn place have changed. Wanna be there once again! Now that, as the great poet once said, we all are pieces of wooden logs floating through the flowing river, staying together occasionally and parting again, i reached the stream of one of the most respected profession of the world, the art of alleviating the bodily sufferings of the people! Yes, i today is on the verge of entering the final year of this learning process of the curing art!

Will i be able to be back there once again to witness all those places of loneliness and companionship?

a) chadiyum marinjum
b) aadiyum paadiyum
c) vettiyum kutthiyum
d) vellamadichum vaaluvechum

Q2. Enthu poleyulla jeevithathilaanu sankadappeduvan neramillathathu?

a) amittu
b) bomb
c) kumila
d) pappadam

Q3. Santhoshappoothiri kathichappol evideyanu vettam vannathu?

a) roadilum groundilum
b) shaapilum baarilum
c) naatilum veetilum
d) manassinte ullil

Q4. Manam evideyanu mutthamittathu?

a) sankada kanneeril
b) dheshya kanneril
c) aananda kanneeril
d) saadha kanneeril

Q5. Aadiyum paadiyum ____ ____ ?

a) ha ha
b) hii hii
c) he he
d) ho ho

Shariyuttharam ayakkunnavaril ninnu thiranjedukkunnavarkku Silsila
dance classilekku free admission!

[crsty n@zm  :-) ]

After some busy days, i am back to my blog to tell the world something which has deeply affected me.

An important event i missed to tell was about the Asian & Oceanian Meet 2010 at our college. I am much happy i could be a part of this historical event. Its all due to the great Dr. Sujith Ovallath (Dr. Ovallath) the neuro head of our college. Much gratified to you sir!!! You can see the gallery here: http://jamesparkinson.in/home/photo-gallery/category/5-asian-a-oceanian-movement-disorder-educational-summit-2010.html at all if you are interested. Well, i will talk about it later, now i have got something much more important.

Our clinical batch now is posted in Ophthalmology.  I once loved this great department, say in the first posting. Now i am undergoing the last 1 month posting in this department. If my memory is true, there are total 3 postings in ophthal.

So, what i am trying to express is how big is my hatred towards this dreaded department. In my first posting i really enjoyed this posting. At that time it was only Dr. Ranjini in the department. Nows it has become a huge department with many staff.

Later, a dwarf terrific monster turned up as a head. His motions are worth watching. He moved around without affecting the state of rest of his body except the lower limbs. He never took the trouble to grin whoever it be in his front. This embodiment set horror in the minds of every single student. The presence of this little creature makes taking each step towards the department demanding. It is obvious that he is not cast so in his heart. Probably enjoying such a post in a fresh institution might have brought about these gestures to him. Whatsoever it be, he is unconstructive and depressive atleast from my point of view.

Not only the one whom i pointed about so far is the way i mentioned. There is still a duet remaining who is typical of this ill-behavior. They are a lot knowledgeable, but what use if they find pleasure in torturing their apprentice?

The prime aim of an orator must be at educating their tiny tots rather than finding themselves bemused at the falls of their youngsters. Inherent and what is typical only of this department is this. Torture torture torture.. torture to the maximum.

Ask questions; but keeping on asking questions which the teacher himself knows that the student doesn’t know is no fun. It severely affects the psychological  status of the listener. When it occur in the midst of a crowd, it severely degrades the psychological status and causes the student to lose self esteem. It results in easy slaying off of the self confidence. Causes the student to draw an assumption that he is not fit to study the subject. The magnitude of  complications of the subject is amplified by such wicked approach of the teacher.

Again and again repetition of the same. How cruel can one be to enjoy the sadness of others. With your permission, may I call them SADISTS. In fact, they are sadists and consider us as masochists.

Most dominant in this attitude is one and there is another follower of him. Winds of them have blown to some those adjacent.
There is one whom we admire with respect. Taken the pain to setup the department as what we see today, we can understand that what they solicit is our goodness. There is another whom we look with motherly affection.

I think of myself, why they want to again and again tear us apart and expose that we are nowhere near their knowledge?? It is understood that they know a lot much than us, and we know nothing. Instead of just bringing sadness why dont they just attempt to elevate and motivate their young followers?? Explain rather than interrogate. Attempt to create a positive thought of the subject in the student. Why show merciless behavior? Be kind to students, understand them.. arrange for free communications between teacher and student. There is no good in just shattering the faith of the student!

Fornix

Actually conjunctiva as such does not extend to the cornea (except the epithelium).
Fornix is the area where bulbar conjunctiva meets the palpebral conjunctiva.
There are 4 areas of the fornix, superior, inferior, medial and lateral fornices

Merriam Webster must consider revision of the entry ‘fornix’.

I am using a trial version of MW MEDICAL DICTIONARY FOR S60 3RD EDITION containing 39423 entries.

If you have any of the 3 activities, mind it your mouth also is going to turn this way.

Mouth Cancer (Squamous Cell Carcinoma)

It is oral cancer resulted from smoking and chewing.

Its provisionally diagnosed as Squamous Cell Carcinoma. Waiting for the biopsy result.

This is the photo of a patient presented with mouth pain. He was a chronic smoker, chewer and alcoholic. He now suffers from mouth cancer.

What will be the fate of this? This cancer will spread through your blood and other routes to different parts of your body like liver, brain, lungs and other organs and you wont have to live long. Do you know how painful is the condition? Its intolerable.

So if you have any of those habits, its the right time to stop it. Or else, check your mouth in mirror it will turn like this and your going to live dead.