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Watch your thoughts.

December 15th, 2010

Watch your thoughts: They become your words.
Watch your words: They become your actions.

We live in a world where we are surrounded by information. The knowledge that is available in this world is available to us readily, in a useable form, and timely. Information is available to us in more books than we can read, in more online databases that we can count, and in highly powerful and efficient search engines than we could have ever imagined. However, knowledge was not always passed down through print as we do today.

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Tamil Arts

November 29th, 2010

The Tamil arts are an essential component of the Tamil culture. Tamils play antique instruments that have origins dating back thousands of years including the thannumey (mirudhangam, a drumlike instrument), flute, veena, melam and nahasuram (instruments played at the temple and auspicious events such as weddings) and parai and udukku (drumlike instruments).

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Unity

November 20th, 2010

Only when all the colours of the rainbow come together can the beauty of the rainbow be noticed. When different people come together, and unite, the challenges they can face, and the goals they can achieve become limitless. Unity is strength.

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Book Review: The Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda

November 18th, 2010

Shilip Somaya Gowda’s first novel, The Secret Daughter has gained widespread attention. The story takes place in a remote Indian village, where Kavita gives birth to a baby girl, Asha. However, in attempts to save her newborn from her family who favours sons, Kavitha makes a decision that haunts the rest of her adult life.

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Perserverance.

October 19th, 2010

per·se·ver·ance
–noun
1.
steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.

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Maya (Short Story by Renishaki Kamalanathan)

October 3rd, 2010

Maya, A Short Story by Renishaki Kamalanathan

I always tremble, mumble, twist and turn in my bed feeling dead, cold with that uneven conscious state of not knowing where I was. The wetness of my sweat on the plastic covering over my queen-sized bed that Aunt Sitha left on, annoyed me as if it was residue of blood. I always seemed to repeat Maya’s name regardless of tone, whether it was whispering, mumbling, or yelling.

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Book Review: ‘Things Fall Apart’ by Chinua Achebe

September 22nd, 2010

Book Review By: Mithilah Mahendran

The first book I ever read under the category of distinguished literature. I was thrilled to find a story revolving around colonialism that was simple yet layered.

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