Few days ago i was in Yercaud, a dozen boys and girls sporting DMK colours saw us and mocked at me pointing at my Shika, i called them over had a chat , they were tom tomming about Tamil. I asked them to name " Kheer" in Tamil , invariably everyone replied "payasam"
I told them that the word " Payasam " is a Sanskrit word. They were taken aback , none of them had any idea about the Tamil Name for "Kheer", after 10 minutes of permutations and combinations they turned to me
" Uncle why dont you tell us " , even the word Uncle is not Tamil
The Tamil word for "Kheer" is " Thiru kan amudhu" , all the boys and girls were staring at each other, thats when i said " we Sanatanis are speaking pure Tamil for thousands of years ,even Shri.Ramanujacharya had advocated it, unlike you people who do lip service to Tamil
You ignorant people follow Ramaswamy Naicken who called Tamils as Barbarians and Tamil as a barbaric language "
They hung their heads in shame and walked away
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In a small Italian town, hundreds of years ago, a small business owner owed a large sum of money to a loan-shark. The loan-shark was a very old, unattractive looking guy that just so happened to fancy the business owner’s daughter.
He decided to offer the businessman a deal
that would completely wipe out the debt he owed him. However, the catch was that we would only wipe out the debt if he could marry the businessman’s daughter.
Needless to say, this proposal was met with a look of disgust.
The loan-shark said that he would place two pebbles into
a bag, one white and one black.
The daughter would then have to reach into the bag and pick out a pebble. If it was black, the debt would be wiped, but the loan-shark would then marry her. If it was white, the debt would also be wiped, but the daughter wouldn’t have to marry
My Conversation with a DK ( Ramaswamy Naicker's Periyar club )
D : Sago i see you always criticise Periyar, its only because of him today we have got rid of castes, you are manuvadis you follow manusmriti
Me :wait ! Lets talk one topic at a time
D : Ok ,Hindu society is Casteist
Me : How do you say Hindu society is Casteist
D: Yes ,all your scriptures talk about caste including Bhagawad Gita
Me :can you quote what is said in Gita
D : It says on the basis of ones birth one is classified as Brahmana, Vysya, Kshatriya and Shudra
Me :Can you quote the sloka
D: I don't know the sloka
Me : Have you read BG
D : No
Me : Then who told you about BG propagating caste
D: Its there in all Periyar books
Me : This is the problem with you guys , you make up your mind on heresay, you dont verify the source
D: you mean to say iam wrong
There once was a little boy who had a very bad temper. His father decided to hand him a bag of nails and said that every time the boy lost his temper, he had to hammer a nail into the fence.
On the first day, the boy hammered 37 nails into that fence.
The boy gradually began to control his temper over the next few weeks, and the number of nails he was hammering into the fence slowly decreased.
He discovered it was easier to control his temper than to hammer those nails into the fence.
Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father the news and the father suggested that the boy should now pull out a nail every day he kept his temper under control.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father
One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Until it suddenly stopped making any progress and looked like it was stuck.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, although it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man didn’t think anything of it and sat there waiting for
the wings to enlarge to support the butterfly. But that didn’t happen. The butterfly spent the rest of its life unable to fly, crawling around with tiny wings and a swollen body.
Despite the kind heart of the man, he didn’t understand that the restricting cocoon and the
Imagine you had a bank account that deposited $86,400 each morning. The account carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do?
Draw out every dollar each day!
We all have such a bank. Its name is Time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever time you have failed to use wisely. It carries over no balance from day to day. It allows no overdraft
so you can’t borrow against yourself or use more time than you have. Each day, the account starts fresh. Each night, it destroys an unused time. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, it’s your loss and you can’t appeal to get it back.
Today our team had a quality discussion , some wanted to start work for 2024 and ensure Salem sends one BJP MP from Salem
I asked them " how many of you are willing to give 3 years of your prescious life to ensure admk or pmk MP from Salem "
Not a single soul lifted his hand
One team member said "There is no point working day and night for years , unrecognised, unsung and unheard, years of toil will be brushed aside and only those working in the last 15 days will be hailed as heroes "
I couldn't utter a word
Another member said " we will work for years to build the party , tomorrow some celebrities and dal badal neta will join just hours, days or months before elections and our team will be brushed aside and if we question this we will be branded as traitors , si why should we work "