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Marie Bunes

2012-01-26T19:19:00.001+05:30

Dreams do come true and so did it happen with me when my long time pen friend visited my place on December 23, 2011 for the first time in our eleven years of friendship. Very few would be fortunate to dream and seeing them happen in real life.....something of this kind happened with me now. One of the best things to happen which can be counted throughout life.

In spite of being so tightly placed with schedules, Marie Bunes made it to Hyderabad, India and spent 12 days altogether.

[more to write...posting this blog on Marie's birthday...]

Celebrating Marie Bunes's birthday with a collage...

Some things happen because they have to happen...

32+

2011-08-21T18:31:00.001+05:30

Completed 32 years of existence on Earth today. Before i woke up, the rain had already started rushing to fill things around, soaking the land and bathing the leaves and watering the trees. Rains didn't bother the dogs from sleeping outside my room but i thought about the birds which would be drowning in the rain early morning. Maybe after a long time for the sake of the earth, they might have taken shelter somewhere safe. Through my window, i could see leaves dropping water drops in line. I could hear the sound of rain in my room. I felt a bit lazy and dizzyy although it was time to get up but nature was so invigorating that my brain went into dancing mood in sleep for some time.

Birthdays are just reference points because it is the time when everything began. It has been a wonderful, long journey till now. From unknown to something known. Life has gone through so many things... Recollecting things is very difficult though because right now my mind is completely empty. Nothing to think at all. Feels amazing how time flies by and how everything is moving around...

I thank my parents for gifting me this life to myself to live...

I've entered 33 today leaving 32 behind. Moving forward, i don't have any idea till when.....all that i know is to never look back... Its past. It has nothing to do with the present. Future, i have no idea again...

My lessons in life - an article by Azim Premji

2011-07-31T15:52:00.001+05:30

Click HERE to ENLARGE

YOU ARE WHAT YOU ALLOW

2011-07-31T15:37:00.000+05:30

Read this some time ago, sent by a friend and thought why not share this with everyone i know...

YOU ARE WHAT YOU ALLOW

The story is told that a man who often felt insulted by people once went to a very wise man and told him about his problem.

He said: “I am easily insulted by people and it really hurts me when people say bad things to me”.

The wise man asked, “if someone gives you a gift and you don’t accept the gift, who does the gift belong to?”

“Well”, the wise man said, “if you don’t accept the gift from the other person, who does it belong to?”

The man replied, “Obviously to the person who is giving it to me”.

“There you go,” said the wise man, “that’s the answer. So if someone insults you and you do not accept the insult, who does it belong to?’

For us to be insulted, be belittled, angered, wronged, we must accept it from the giver. The minute we accept it, it becomes ours, we own it and it becomes our stuff.

I know this is much easier said than done, but often people project their stuff on to us. If we accept it, it becomes our stuff. We are then offended, angered, wronged and so forth.

This is about choice and how we choose to allow the world and others to affect us. To live positive lives we need to think about the following:

The good opinion of other people:

People’s opinion is actually just that, their opinion, we can take from it what we want and extract from it the good and let the rest go.

Often they mean well, which is beside the point. What you choose to accept, will influence your life.

You are what you consume:

You have to ask yourself : Do you consume a lot of negativity and insults? If you do, you will obviously be affected by this. It’s the same in what we eat and drink, what we listen to and what we watch.

If the stimuli are negative. If you drink too much alcohol, soon you’ll be drunk. IF you listen to too many negative things, soon you’ll be miserable and negative.

Let the change start with you:
By now you know that in order to receive less negativity in your life, you need to be less negative. If you want to see better and more lovable people in the world, you have to be more lovable and a better person.

Someone once asked me: How do we create a world of less crime? I told them it starts with them. The person then replied,”I don’t do any crime”. I noticed a pack of copied music CD’s and asked, “are these your music CD’s?” He replied, “Yes”. I said,” I know where you can start to help prevent crime”.

So give the gift of love, respect, positivity and a better life and refuse to accept the “gifts” of insults and negativity.

...society is not some mysterious thing. It is what you are. ..

2011-05-10T14:21:00.000+05:30

A friend's mail:

We all know this. Somehow, in our day to day lives and perspectives, we never bother too much about it or deeply see the implications of such a lifestlye on our lives.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Auckland, New Zealand | 1st Public Talk 28th March, 1934

Society is nothing else but the expression of the individual multiplied by the thousand. After all, society is not some mysterious thing. It is what you are. It is pressing, controlling, dominating, twisting. Society is the expression of the individual. This society offers security through tradition, which we call public opinion. That is, public opinion says that to possess, to possess property, is perfectly ethical, moral, and gives you distinction in this world, confers honours; you are a great person in this world. That is what, traditionally, is accepted. That is the opinion which you have created as individuals, because you are seeking that. You all want to be somebody in the state, either Sir Somebody or Lord, you know, and all the rest of it, which is based on possessiveness, possessions; and that has become moral, true, good, perfectly Christian, or perfectly Hindu. It is the same thing. Now we call that morality. We call morality adjusting yourself to a pattern. Please, I am not preaching the reverse of it. I am showing you the falseness of it, and if you want to find out you will act, not seek the opposite

Wha is happening on the World Earth Day?

2011-04-22T11:20:00.000+05:30

Yesterday (21 april 2011) i read this in a book: "Trees can survive without human beings, but human beings cannot survive without trees. So, let us respect and save our trees."

Today is Earth Day. Incidentally, our Earth is chocking to death. Its burning like anything. Some day it will face death.

It will be, development at the cost of humanity. But what is the use of development when there is no one to enjoy it? Why this greediness and for whose benefit? In the next ten years, all the cities of the world have to brace up to be ready to live in a water world. By 2035, more than half of the cities living by the water will be soon have enough water to be called the underground cities. Glaciers are already retreating and will perish in a matter of no time. Trees are being felled by millions everyday and how many are planted, replaced?

What we are witnessing is a dangerous trend. All human beings, just be prepared to face the unimaginable...

Lets plant more trees and take care of them like babies. We need them, they may not need us...

This is Life!

2011-01-19T14:37:00.002+05:30

Read this beautiful message somewhere:

"We never get what we want;
we never want what we get;
we never have what we like;
we never like what we have.

Still we live,

still we love,

still we hope.

This is Life."

26/11 accused Kasab luxurious days...

2010-12-07T17:24:00.000+05:30

Probably India is the only country which treats its prisoners in such luxury that now Kasab, the only surviving terrorist caught is accusing India of morphing his photograph (6/12/2010) and even the live video taken in the Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus in his latest allegations.... ha ha ha.... Except for laughing at the dismay of the Indian system....there's nothing much can be done...

Its been more than 2 years now that the trial is going on and Kasab is guarded by elite commandos in a secure prison with even the proceeding happening in the underground court in the same jail, judiciary moved for his protection...

Anyhow, an illiterate villager from somewhere in Pakistan is getting such great ideas himself is worth giving a thought. Of the hundreds of allegations that he made against the Indian Government this is the latest one in December 2010. I hope Kasab is not released if things go on this way...

Of the several demands requested by him, he is fed good food and chicken briyani being his famous cuisine. The government is spending huge amounts of public money in protecting a militant who was supposed to be hanged long back. But India is delaying the verdict. Why?

And India is also a country where politicians, businessmen and high profile bureaucrats are left free even if they are accused in siphoning billions of rupees of public money. The more the high profile, the easy getting away is.

It isn't a surprise as to why Kasab, the lone militant among the ten attackers caught alive is leading such a luxury life in India when our guys themselves are such big croocks...

P.S: this is a similar story in many countries across the globe.....pity state...

Vuvuzela, Jabulani and a dull FIFA 2010

2010-06-20T17:04:00.004+05:30

These words rang in my ears like never before. I searched for Vuvuzela and Jabulani when the commentators and newspapers were talking about these...

The world's most spectacular event has begun. More than 3 billion people are expected to watch this game...and i am also a part of this world cup...for the game, for the world!

Vuvuzela's are making hell lot of noise inside the stadium (equally outside throughout the world as the creator of vuvuzela is making enough profits with orders from several countries pouring in by the day and the players complaining about the distraction and the disturbance caused by it).

As for Jabulani, only Adidas can give the answer to its creation as its the official supplier of footballs to FIFA. Players, coaches and everyone is complaining about Jabulani because they haven't got used to it yet and the technical excellence in making the football has turned into a challenge for the star players as well... (Jabulani is a Zulu word meaning 'to celebrate' in line with the world cup football fever).

With the third round about to begin, there aren't any great matches going on inspite of big names in the form of players donning their home country jerseys... The game isn't the same as what it was in 1998 or 2002 or 2006 where so much art work was on display with players and teams. Few years back one got to see every corner kick being turned into a goal but in the current tournament, not even six corners are enough to make a single goal, that's how things have turned up badly for the teams... The competition has turned very tough in both the ways, trying to kick jabulani into the goal post and also defending oneself from the attack from the opponents... Christiano Ronald was a good target in Portugal's first match. He got more kicks from his opponents than the number of kicks he could deliver the jabulani.

There are no tactics or skills on display in this tournament, such as dribbling the ball, volleying, body swerve, close control, etc. Ronaldinho and Ronaldo of Brazil are true great players who've handled the ball pretty well giving a treat to everyone with the display of amazing skills of their legs making through all the players in every match...

This tournament is all dull 2010. Interestingly, the so called weak teams are posing a great threat to the champion teams.... France is already out... Who's turn is next to exit? Wait and see...FIFA 2010!

"For the Game. For the World." (Official slogan of FIFA World Cup)

Hope everyone gets the message to their heart...

16 invitations, 20 days...

2010-05-20T14:59:00.005+05:30

Wedding season has begun after a gap of 4 months in South India. And i have 16 weddings to attend in a span of 20 days... i.e. from May 16, 2010 to June 6, 2010. I've already missed 3 of them due to hectic schedules and running around on official work. What can i do when work comes first at certain times... My best wishes are always there with everyone... Most of the times, i don't disappoint anyone who expect me...but my preference is always with those who have least attendence where i fill with my presence and personal wishes...

Anyhow, eating at weddings has almost come to a stand still due to ageing... I lost appetite and interest to eat... But weddings are also the times when there is a get-together of known friends [although i keep meeting most of them regularly but its an opportunity for others to meet others here]... I am looking forward to attend few of them... The most common question shot directly on the face by anyone during these meetings is, "when are you getting married?" to which i generally reply, "i still have a lot of time in my hand before i get arrested in the chains of wedding..."

Its all priority.
To some, it is important,
to some, its nothing,
to me, it is a choice.
You marry or you don't, you still live your life.
But the society [if you care] is after you, and i give a damn to such things...ha ha ha

Well, i go to a wedding because a friend expects my presence [not everyone expects with true heart, the heart usually catches these signals...], and i don't like disappointing my friend because i care for that friend...

If you care,
the world is yours,
If you give a damn,
then nothing matters...
Thats Life btw!

War & Peace?

2009-07-08T20:12:00.004+05:30

"Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed." - Mao

&

"You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war." - Einstein

We have huge defence budgets (USA - $600+ billion dollars, India - $22+ billion dollars, etc...) and we equally talk about world peace...

Irony, Opposites seldom exist!

Maggi Maggi Maggi !!!

2009-07-07T09:12:00.003+05:30

Among the many life saving inventions in the last century, Maggi Noodles from Nestle tops the list among the hungry denizens of this planet. Injections when injected into the veins do have an effect instantly and pills if taken would take some more time than injections to work on the body system. But Maggi noodles, a food prepared in just two minutes tackles hunger in mere two minutes. In no time, it douses the fire inside the stomach and cools down the system, satisfying the senses and the unheard cries of the stomach whose repurcussions can be felt from head to the toe, the pain trying to cripple the body is tackled in less than two minutes. This is the power of Maggi, the technological form of the traditional Chinese noodles, the East gelling well with the ever changing West where things happen in an instant. Here's Maggi Noodles! The two minute dish.

I am not promoting Maggi noodles here because i know the importance maggi holds in my life. Every time i feel hungry, i cook maggi. The time when my mom is away, i cook maggi. If my brother feels hungry, i cook maggi. If a friend visits at an odd time and is hungry, i cook maggi. If it is 2 a.m. in the morning and i don't want to disturb my mom, i cook maggi. When i visit a friends place and with less time in hand, then i get to eat maggi. If i am stuck up in a village and cannot eat anything else, i cook maggi. If my five year old niece asks me lets eat something, i cook maggi. If i don't like the breakfast at home [very rarely], i cook maggi. If my mom needs rest from the unending work which comes everyday, the best alternative is maggi. This despite my mom teaching me how to cook and everything, i still insist on eating maggi noodles compared to the usual cooking.

When my friend here who went to Mexico on a project work came online few months back, i asked her what she had for her dinner and she said she had maggi. Yes, we also get maggi in Mexico. I was surprised and also happy. I can also live in Mexico!

It's instant. It is just precooked flour and little ingredients which need to be placed in two cups of hot water on a pan and add the taste maker and in less than two minutes, your maggi noodles is served, ready to eat. And if you are patient enough, then add few vegetables into the boiling water and let it cook and then add maggi and follow the same procedure.

One can experiment with any food in any way but one also has to take enough precautionary measures not to let the ingredients poison the food. Some things do not gel with some other things and the reaction is food poisoning. For example, bitter gourd does not go with milk whereas one can add milk for the taste when cooking snake gourd.

Call it laziness or waste of time or the risk involved or the suppression of hunger in the process of cooking but i never indulge in cooking myself exept maggi noodles....ha ha ha.

Being a spoilt and pampered foodie, i appreciate my mom and her cooking very well. She prepares rice and a curry in less than 15 minutes flat. Now, Nestle cannot compete with my mom or any other mom in the world when it comes to food but Nestle has placed itself safely winning the votes from all the lazies.... usually when mom's are outside home, they sneak in and ring a loud Maggi Maggi Maggi !!! in our ears.

Whether anyone accepts this or not but Maggi is definitely a life saving food [or drug]. Pills also save our lives and Maggi also does the same thing.

P.S: It is all the digestive system which makes things work with ones body. Some children cannot digest Maggi because it is a mix of flour and other stuff, so be carefull with your children's food habits.

A Persian saying

2009-06-25T15:19:00.002+05:30

A Persian saying:

"The unspoken word is your slave, the spoken word is your master."

My Mom's the Best!

2009-06-12T23:56:00.006+05:30

The Secret To My Everyday Existence has got relevance to everyone, in one or the other way and Indians in particular who are more pampered by their mothers back home.

I am not aware as to how mothers treat their kids in Japan, Spain, Iran, Africa, Argentina or any other country in the world when it comes to food, (except in India) when their kids are around 25 or 30 years of age. But being an Indian and living in India, i know this particularly well as to what extent we (we=kids. Yes, to the mothers around the world, we are just kids any day any time even when we turn fifty...ha ha ha) enjoy the royal treatments that we get to experience everyday at our places, i mean at our homes.

Mother's food always rates the best. Most mothers are great cooks who have this special touch in their hands to turn any kind of food into a delicious treat. And when one has a mother who treats you every day rather than waiting for a particular occasion to turn up, then its simply a royal affair with food at home enjoying every bit of the food served in the plate. Chefs who are in demand make you wait to have their food but mothers are always ready to serve you at the word of it.

Being a regular traveller and a foodie, i get to eat food at various places across India and i would say i have enjoyed my tryst with different kinds of food in each engagement. Every place has got its speciality and my secret of enjoyment drew more by being global [attitude] and eating local [aptitude].

It happened last year and i remember this afresh of my travel to Kolkata where i stayed at my only penfriends house who is a bengali. Before visiting the place, i rang up my friend and asked if i can get to eat any bengali food in particular prepared by the great mother of that house. I was in for a surprise when i had a treat for three days completely without having any space left in my stomach for anything else. By the end of the third day i got to taste 31 new bengali dishes made by a bengali mother in a traditional cooking. I had a very good time and thanked the great mother for the great food.

Every place is special in its own way. We get to eat the same food prepared in a different way and we end up enjoying the food in a special way. I, being a vegetarian and experimental tried eating the same paneer butter masala at twelve different locations in India and found the dish to be good although a bit different from the others including the same thing prepared by my mom and my friends mom in kolkata.

And i would say one should eat Biryani, (the tradtional cuisine brought to India by the Persians) only in Hyderabad or in Lucknow (Awadh) to taste the authentic flavour at these two cities because of its historical background. In other places no one serves you the same thing as it is excpet for the above said two cities barring all the five star hotels and if you venture out to order a biryani then you should be careful as to what is served as you will end up eating khichdi mostly [a cooking of rice, pulses and vegetables together] which will have a dreadful effect on your stomach and you ending up in a heartful laugh. Hyderabadi biryani came into light from the kitchens of Nizams of Hyderabad and Lucknow (Awadhi) biryani directly hails from the kitchens of Moghal Empire. Hyderabadis always have a royal affair at most restaurants when venturing out to eat the biryani.

I enjoy eating more when my mom feeds me with her hands, literally stuffing my mouth with the food with her hands. I don't know how but my mom manages to turn any stupid vegetable into a beautiful savouring.

Yesterday I ate something i wanted to eat which was running in my mind for quite some time. I asked my mom if i could get to eat mango pickle with rice and little drops of ghee in it for my dinner. And when my mom mixed it up and fed me with her hands, it was like souring through the heavens with the best taste in the world. The brain ignored all the signals from the stomach. A kind of music flowed through the heart which soured high above the skies although with my foot firmly on the ground. The whole body swung in rhythm and entered a different world. The stomach bulged out with happiness (not food). Although this whole losing of myself happened only the time when i was eating, still thoughts kept floating all through my stomach and the body for hours on.

But the irony is that any feeling can only be experienced and cannot be explained in words. Some thoughts have no words to describe.

It is really very difficult to forget my moms food because of the kind of taste involved in it but she has also taught me to enjoy the food whatever is served in my plate. This is the secret to my everyday existence...

I may be a king in my kingdom [my home] but i am a guest everywhere else. Even at this age when i am turning 30 in august, still my mom asks me as to what i want to eat for my dinner or lunch. Call it pampering or love but my mom's the best. My friends always talk about my mom's food whenever any discussion turns up. My mom has no competitor but herself.

I owe my Mom a lot. Hail the great mother for giving herself for the happiness of her family who does everything silently.

I would say, all the mothers are superstars who don't need any publicity. Because they are the BEST.

So true!

2009-05-05T22:24:00.002+05:30

The following quote is the most funniest thing to have been read by me in the recent past:

"Politicians and diapers need to be changed for the same reason."

The irony of the above quote is that it is true and also a fact which we all know and accept.

Elections India!

2009-04-16T12:54:00.003+05:30

Of the tens of festivals of multiple religions that India celebrates, Elections is considered as one religious festival where people of all religions, caste, creed, etc etc etc that India is and absolutely everyone come in front to vote for a leader. Obviously this festival is restricted only to people who have attained 18 years of age. Today the first phase of a five phase election kicked off in a grand style witnessing empty roads, shops closed, tight security with continuous patrolling, people of all ages enthusiastically standing in queues but still mumbling over petty things out of habit and almost all the offices including software companies have been forcibly ordered to declare a holiday in order to cast their valuable vote.

I have no idea as to how many people will utilize their voting power but yes, i have seen change among the youth, the educated middle class who are not merely the driving force that India is riding on but are the suffering class of a mass act and the middle class is the one voting category which will make a big change in this elections.

Thanks to the election festival that there is no religion attached to voting although few croocked politicians and parties do bank upon the minorities and all those underprivileged and deprived class luring them with sops of unimaginable benefits which they themselves dont know whether they will really see them in real or not. But yes, there is a change one gets to see in the people.

I felt happy to have gone through the roads of my city, Hyderabad, and witnessing so much interest in the people who are standing in long queues unmindful of the scorching heat outside.

This election is a huge manoeuvre, a big management task vested in the best hands the country can get, the Election Commission of India is really doing a fantastic job in fact.

One more important thing one gets to see is, there are no flags or no banner or badges of any parties one gets to see.....its free and fair elections in the making. Hoping so.....only time will tell.

May 16, 2009 is the counting date. The day when the fate of The India will be decided by The People of India.

Change? For Good.

A rude shock!

2009-03-18T16:49:00.004+05:30

We get to meet so many people in the journey of life, some we travel along and some we leave behind. Yesterday i was placed in for a surprise with a shocking revelation. I found it hard to digest with the kind of things i am usually involved in. Friends and the never ending networks do keep me busy and updated about everything related. But here was something else which was waiting for me taste it about trying to find a lost thread in an old friendship.

Yesterday I stepped into a famous confectionery shop in my city and accidentally my eyes fell on a guy who was at this cake counter. I wasn't born with a temporary memory and i do confess that i keep forgetting things if it is more than a one day old but i did made my brain get used to forgetting things when things started complicating my life. But somehow my brain does ventures into the old waters just to check randomly if everything is still intact with the data inside my brain or is corrupted.

Call it an instinct or searching eyes that i recognised this guy to be the same guy with the same face and same features who studied with me during my kindergarten years. And this doubt of mine got confirmed when someone called him with the same name i was trying to recollect. And in the same shop his two other brothers whom i recongised instantly were also present who all look the same in spite of such a long long gap. I did not knew whether to congratulate my memory for recognising this guy without any difficultt or its a matter of sheer coincidence which keep happening in all our lives ruling each day of ours with different synonyms called luck, fate etc etc.

I decide to ask this guy if he is still the same guy from my KG years. He was kind of busy with customers and taking orders and i waited for my turn. He was still busy when i approached him. Looking down working on some paper when i asked him if he remembers anyone from his kindergarten years or any childhood friend he knows or if he remembers in which school he studied during his kindergarten and first standard or any idea about what happened in his life during 1984-85 and 1986-87?

Well i wasn't ready for a shock but i had to take it from someone i thought who would be happy for this great discovery on the part of friendship for digging in so deep and getting back to kindergarten when our memories and thoughts are still forming during those formative years, to discover the oldest friend in my long list of friends who would be a latest sensation in my life...

But who can predict what is going to happen in our life when we ourselves can't tell what's the next moment has in store for us.

He had no time for my rubbish nor was he ready to waste his time hearing my crap about childhood memories...and he just said one last thing before i decided to quit my sudden quest, "well i don't dwell in my past nor do i remember anything about my childhood and all that i remember are things from my third standard" which left me speechless. He was not interested in anything which made me step back and made me think a little. The thing that i have in my mind cannot take place with the same frequency with anyone else if he/she is not interested. It was like slapping on my face for being so novice...ha ha ha, although i did tried my best to be a little wise.

Later i talked to his brother and he could identify himself with the things i asked. Strange but isn't uncommon. Some like living in their own igloos and some live in their zoos, some live in public places and some just dwell into the uncommon places. I fly like a kite without a definite flight, and i enjoy things as they unfold in my life.

Deserving or undeserving, everyone has their own way of living, i discovered the beauty of my memory which caught things in a flash of a second and sometimes it goes numb to things even after a hundred hints in offer.

Its just an other day in my life which passed with a difference of its own.

Wit, humour and few simple words...

2009-02-28T14:52:00.004+05:30

What brings meaning to a sentence? Usage of good words, right? What else? If the writer is intelligent, then few witty words would compliment the sentence. If the writer is full of humour, then humourous words deliver the meaning in a different way, appealing both the light hearted and the serious minded in different ways. If the writer writes plain english like a novice like me, then few easy flowing words of everyday usage make the sentence meaningful.

Whatever one may write or try to deliver, it should appeal to himself first and the rest will be taken care of by the readers who bump into the writer. If it appeals then it spreads for the good part of it, making the writer popular in literary circles [those who read similar kind of stuff] and if the writer tries to distract the thinking process with broken sentences, then the consequences would be so severe that he will be remembered popularly but in an unappealing way.

Well, enough of writers and sentences. I've been reading this english newspaper for almost two decades now called 'The Hindu' and one particular article every week amuses me always, in the sense, making me laugh myself for what i've read, making me think as to why he has written the way he has written, allowing me to judge the guy who's spoken the words in a witty-intelligent-amusing-humourous way and the 'n' number of ways you can think about a thing differently.

The article appears as 'Know Your English' in a weekly suppliment called 'Open Page' [in the same newspaper] where all the book reviews and books published, yet to come into publication and all that, appears in two fully dedicated pages. This 'Know Your English' takes the right hand top corner spot which i read with much interest every week, just to find out what's-in-store-for-me-to-know-this-week thing. BTW i did not mentioned you correctly that at the end of the 'Know Your English' article, there appears a small sentence italicized and identified by the writer of the sentence which is the most interesting part of this whole 'Open Page' issue.

Well, being blessed with a temporary memory in the form of forgetting things as soon as i read, i enjoy the pleasure of happiness only at that instance when i read something humorous or witty in content. You see, i am not someone who goes on carrying things on his head [that's why education in a college didn't suit me well, remembering formulas, theorems, lab experiments and what not...], i just read and forget the next moment [including my own writings]. This is a blessing actually because i don't have to compare myself with anyone even if my writing is least appealing, i am saved by myself i should say.

I enjoy humour a lot, humour filled with wit and wisdom is more interesting and only intelligent writers whose brains churn words like a never ending story, invigorating, keep the reader engrossed and make him feel, 'yeah this is right' 'this was in my mind' etc etc and it happens sometimes that words they themselves cannot express the feelings of the mind correctly when one tries to express the feeling one lived a moment ago. Its just enjoyed; the way a traveller enjoys the journey more than the destination, its the appeal of the words striking the right sentences which makes reading something, more amusing. I did had such wonderful journeys with authors like Roald Dahl, Yann Martel, R K Narayan, Ruskin Bond, Shashi Tharoor....

Words filled with humour, wit and simple words more than anything else makes my reading. Its easy to identify oneself with such things in action because its more than appealing. Its the best way to enjoy life, just to live the thing and keep flowing.

Something for you all from the bottom end of the top-right-corner of 'Know Your English' column from The Hindu newspaper, a few humorous/witty/simple quotes from guys of great deliverance. Read on:

"The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going." - George Carling

"Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves and good fortune to others." - Ambrose Bierce

"Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it." - P.J. O'Rourke

"He's turned his life around. He used to be depressed and miserable. Now he is miserable and depressed." - David Frost

"We don't bother much about dress and manners in England, because as a nation, we don't dress well, and we've no manners." - G.B.Shaw

"I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant." - Robert McCloskey

"The only function of economic forecasting is to make astrology look respectable." - John Kenneth Galbraith

"If it's sent by ship, then it's cargo; if it's sent by road, it's shipment." - David Allen

Insensible senses...

2009-01-31T08:16:00.004+05:30

After a long gap i went for a morning walk at 5.30 am today because of sleeplessness due to the over action [not over dose] of drugs [medicines] on my body [ailment afflicting me is undisclosed here due to my own reasons...ha ha ha, not a life threatening one though] which just kept fighting on my behalf to keep me alive. Just like the ailments which control the whole body and work on its own in controlling terms, its the same with antibiotics which unleashed a war on these ailments fighting every bit to flush them away from the body system in as less time as possible from spreading to other areas. This fight seems to have gone a step away in protecting my body system to such an extent that they are overworking on me right now, unleashing an array of control systems like lack of sense of taste where even an ordinary drinking water although tasteless in the first place is uninteresting in the mouth or the sense of smell where you smell only the pills and nothing else or sense of sight where the eyes are forcibly open as if someone is supporting them with supporters from shutting down or the sense of touch which have gone numb due to non supply of energy supplements to the functioning nervous system thereby denying access to lift my hand even a little bit and interest to do anything in turn or the sense of hearing which has got only one thing running in the ears as to when when when will this thing stop all its activities and return to its normal?

Well, time will tell, a day or two here and there but surely the whole body mechanism will turn into normal executing all its functions with the five senses bringing back life into this restless body in full swing.

From listening there is an action

2009-01-30T17:17:00.004+05:30

I've been clueless about this latest experience which kept me thinking and have been wondering at the amazing simplicity of the idea. If only if we can understand the meaning, delivered with such alacrity, all the problems in the world will vanish in an instant. Read the following article by J. Krishnamurti, a renowned philosopher and world teacher. The whole article is self explanatory.

From listening there is an action
- J. Krishnamurti

"Do you understand what I mean by a reaction? You insult me, you say something which I don't like, and I react; or I like what you say, and again I react. But is it not possible to listen to what another says without reacting? Surely, if I listen to find out the truth or the falseness of what you are saying, then from that listening, from that perception, there is an action which is not reaction."

Isn't it amazing? Just read the above again and remember to put it into practice before you hit upon someone with words. And see the miracle happening in your life...just dont forget to remember to stop the words from your mouth before you answer...

a continuation of the above:

"Listening is an action in which the miracle of understanding takes place.

If I may turn aside for a moment, I think it is important to understand what it means to listen, for then, perhaps, what is being said will have a meaning beyond the words. It seems to me that very few of us ever do listen. We do not know how to listen. I wonder if you have ever really listened to your child, to your wife or husband, or to a bird? I wonder if you have ever listened to the mind as it watches a sunset, or if you have read a poem with an attitude of listening? If we know how to listen, that very listening is an action in which the miracle of understanding takes place. If we know how to listen to what is being said, we shall discover whether it is true or false. And what is true, one does not have to accept: it is so. It is only when there is contention between the false and the false that there is acceptance and rejection, agreement and disagreement."

A small Claim to a little Fame

2008-12-19T09:45:00.004+05:30

Something to cheer up myself, the following two photographs have been published in the back cover page of Andhra Pradesh Government official magazine "Andhra Pradesh Patrika" [www.andhrapradeshpatrika.com] in the November and December issue of 2008 [Issues Published in English, Telugu and Urdu languages]. Just letting everyone who visits this blog to have a look at the beauties which made a special appearance. One is my first art work and the second is a natural art at work. A small claim to a little fame.

BLOODy HELL

2008-11-30T15:02:00.002+05:30

No one anticipated that something of this sort is going to turn up where people will have no choice to make. Mumbai [the whole India] was on its toes for three days leaving severe damages behind [physical, psychological] not only restricted to one particular place or city but throughout the world. It's just like a chronic ailment causing severe pains [emotions flowing out at every instant] in the hearts of people. An acute ailment when not taken care will definitely turn chronic...a regular thing to live with. Terrorism is not hidden anywhere, it's in one's mind. Its only waged in the name of some cause or covered in the name of some religious sentiments whether that religion allows its followers to do it or not. Unmindful acts of few bloody mindless creatures has turned life upside down. Lets see who will emerge a winner, a bloody terrorist or a human being with strong heart...only time will tell.

My deep condolences to all those people who died for no reason of their own and who were deliberately killed in the name of some bloody cause. Its a pity in the name of humanity that one of us doesn't want the other to live peacefully. Asking GOD for any help is of no use because its the people's minds which need an overhaul, which need to be changed, which need to be refreshed to act their own way in helping this world become a better place to live in. The change for a good cause, for the betterment of other lives is going to work, not killing or spreading fear among people.

Who can teach a stone to have a soul? Its the same with the mind of a terrorist who is motivated to such an extent that he becomes conditioned to his sole thought, of dying for a cause or killing for a cause...

I read the following somewhere:
Fighting terrorism is like being a goalkeeper. You can make a hundred brilliant saves but the only shot that people remember is the one that gets past you.

Traffic chaos and woes

2008-11-16T01:35:00.005+05:30

Off late, i've been moving around my city on a two wheeler only to avoid any kind of inconvenience in meeting my time schedules. Apart from the growing traffic on the roads, the 9am to 7pm traffic takes most of the time on the road. I mean most of the people on the roads, in the buses, two wheelers or four wheelers spend their time, making their way through the traffic during these peak hours. This is the usual case with major cities in India...

What I've observed [a common sight in most Indian cities]:

1. The 'n' number of potholes on the roads created by the government is taking life out of people, increasing health hazards in the form of severe back pains [when a two wheeler has to make its way through the holes in order to move in front or wise get struck in it...] making the back bone take most of the weight and thereby back problem, a forced poison... mental tensions with the growing traffic... polluting the breathing space with enough poisonous gases and thereby effecting the lungs and health directly...a slow poison in the making...when the hair is exposed to polluted air, it only adds up to a bald head in the making and the enormous amounts of fuel being wasted on the roads while waiting for their turn to move...will make the oil wells go dry quickly than imagined.

2. Even someone who is following traffic rules is not spared by anyone who is driving on the roads because there is no guarantee that someone who follows road rules will not meet with any accident or will not die. Jumping signals, overtaking from the wrong direction, cutting across the road without warning...all these only lead to an unnecessary chaos and a dangerous precedent as one does so does the others follow the one on the road. This is the natural law. It's mostly the educated who act uncivilized on the roads.

3. But its that most of them are eager to reach their destination, unmindful of what's happening on the road besides them, not even giving a way to the ambulances these days. When an ambulance gets struck in traffic, its always the vehicles standing in front of it and standing behind it which try to take advantage of the moment and most of them seem to have lost the basic education of mercy towards a fellow human being, values which differentiate a human being from a wild animal, everything literally seems to be heading towards a wild horizon, adding chaos to an uncivilized confused society.

4. Traffic junctions have turned into beggars paradise these days. With lots of beggars presenting their natural skills in acting, the best means of earning an income at the mercy of someone is the order of the day. The situation is such that a guy sitting in a pretty Mercedes Benz doesn't have enough change to give to anyone. But i've also seen few drivers who are kind enough to give a rupee or two when some beggar turns up at the traffic signals...But i am a bit choosy when i have to give something to a beggar, its always the old people and handicapped who get my first preference and also it depends on the change available in my pockets which decides. Begging has turned into a profession, a non taxable profile.

5. I've seen all the buses in Hyderabad bulging out with people foot boarding including women during office hours [morning and evening], with no option left in their lives to reach their offices and homes...its really a pitiable state. How one has to fight their way to get into and out of the bus every time...its horrible journeys...and everyone is stranded for hours on compulsorily when traffic jams... and it is also that I've seen some people standing at the bus stops at major junctions [including women] even after 10 pm [Hyderabad doesn't have a night life nor does this city runs 24 hours jobs except for the BPO's which have pick ups and drops during night times which does not comes into the count]... life only seems to be more challenging apart from the job life and personal life...struggling through the traffic, making way to meet things face to face and then winding up the day, only to meet the dreaded next day in waiting... life seems to be heading nowhere, except that everyone is living for the sake of living. Just like that.

6. Honking is such a bad thing that it only shows the intensity of restlessness. When there is no enough space between a vehicle and another vehicle, then why the heck does one honks for no reason? Does honking make a vehicle move? I only laugh at the fools who think they have all the right to eat others lives...I feel pity of all the stupid souls which think so...dogs save these nerds.

7. When someone has to pass through this trauma, day in and day out, unmindful of whose life is involved...it's that everyone is equally responsible towards the society and no one can escape stating any kind of reasons of escapism, whatsoever...

Time seems to be the biggest killing factor. No one has time for anything in this world. Everyone is busy trying to meet their life which does not happen until someone is lying flat, motionless, already dead [one never realizes that one is dead]. The pain only turns more painful and it has become such an integral part of one's daily life that pain seems no more because pain has become life. There is no way of escape. Everyone is a scapegoat in the modern civilization. Everyone is equally responsible for whatever is happening in this world.

Traffic is only a small part of the big problem. The list goes endless...

Note: Health does deteriorates as time flies by and one has to spend more money in improving ones health if one keeps driving through the potholes because of the unavoidable friction. The government has to realize the fact that if good infrastructure is in place like good roads, more trees, traffic rules as a compulsory education...can make a difference...

Note: This can happen only when governments think about its people rather than few people managing the government in the guise of politicians. Dogs save the world.

A DATE with DESTINY

2008-11-03T03:18:00.003+05:30

A girl can always be a friend to a boy but a girlfriend can never be a friend to a boy because she is someone who shares a close relationship, more closer than what a friend shares, as it involves confiding, silent conversations, etc etc taking place between them every day, so it is more of a life sharing process happening than usual friendship. That’s why a girlfriend is always special.

It is that we never get an advanced intimation or do we intimate any one of our entry into this world nor do we get an opportunity to share the information of our exit from this world… its the same thing with love... we don't know when we fall in love in our life [or out of it later]... love of varied hues, forms, colours, etc etc. No one has any idea as to how love happens but it happens automatically. It is a special feeling which keeps flowing. I would say one should be lucky enough to fall in love, at least once in a life time to experience [in a different context, I don’t recommend anyone to fall in love only to experience it because love is a sensitive and sensible word, more of religious sentiment with its own religion and one has to live it wholeheartedly in order to feel the depth of it] or live those special moments with someone who suddenly becomes so close to one's heart that everyone else falls a mile apart from the heart.

Obviously, the exclusive rights would be handed over after few brief conversations and understandings of the proprietary ownership of this SOUL/SOLE [not a part of leg here... SOLE is…you know what it is, right? Good]. We love a flower and then we leave that flower when it loses its power because its gone forever, drying up waiting to die and then we watch it fly through the thin air in front of our eyes, never to come back again with the same gusto...if love dries up with the flower then it isn’t real love. With our natural mother and father [not NATURE, okay! The one who've given birth to 'us', 'us' in the sense my Mother-Father, your Mother-Father, everyone's their own Mother-Father, hope you got it...], we love our parents. Some love their parents because there is no other thing except loving, some only because they have got enough reserves of survival in the form of Parents-M-Power [empowering money power], some because they don’t love anyone else, girls because they are more attached and are more under equipped protagonists through the natural order strictly made to follow by the crooks of old generation but who are slowly shedding this image of dependency in a phased manner [but will take many decades or centuries to come over...] etc etc. The love with parents is an eternal bonding, a unique relationship enjoyed by everyone [if only one realizes] which stays on with us forever. But loving a girl? …is a totally different affair.

So where was I? Yes, you see love is such a beautiful thing that you keep on talking and talking and talking, always getting off the track from the main theme of the talk. Drifting is such a common thing when in love that you will enjoy every damn thing even if it the worst thing one only hated a couple of days or months back.....love is a beautiful thing. You need to be in it in order to enjoy it and the one who hasn't fallen in it will obviously never understand the beauty of it.

In simple, education helps us exist in this world in a knowledgeable manner to wade our way through all the educated freaks in this ocean of competition, which again teaches life in a formatted way, making us understand the implications of not going through the coded path of studies and all that but, it is only one of the ways through which we understand our life... because LIFE, the term as it is, is such a big thing, is such a great teacher [because it is ruled by NATURE] that whether one is educated or uneducated has no place in the process of life skills…..the power to survive, to exist, to live, to love, to see, etc etc is automatically supplied to everyone equally. Depending on one’s capacity to take things, one enjoys life to that extent. Which again means everyone writes his own life story.

Experience is experience. It does not have tags of any kind attached to it. There is nothing like educated experience or uneducated experience...its all a perception created by this world [not NATURE but PEOPLE of this world] there are no strings attached to LOVE... Love is LOVE.

The whole conversation would be understood by the end of this writing but I am disclosing, unraveling the theme without any waste of time: I wanted to write about the wonderful feeling I had when I went on a date with my girlfriend. She was really "a date with destiny". But I don’t think I can write about it.

A DATE WITH DESTINY… At the first look and the following meetings I felt she is my destiny. Don't you think so? I am supposed to live my rest of my life with this girl and she is the one who is steering the boat of my life with the sheer power of love, my destiny is in the hands of love, the eternally flowing, undeniably interesting, dating destiny...is such a big thing, that one has to be in love in order to understand love because it is such a beautiful thing that one always drifts away as it keeps flowing, flowing till the power keeps it going, going.

My drifting away from the main theme of this writing is the testimony to the thing in talk; my drifting away is something small compared to the word 'LOVE' which itself is such a big thing. One warning note to everyone here: there's a deep difference between infatuation, lust and other connected synonyms and LOVE singly is a big thing. Interest...liking...loving...may be something, something. It isn't a mind game, it's a heart game in conjunction with the mind [although both the parts are played by the brain itself in a dual role, BRAIN IS A NATURAL MULTI-TASKER], and it is very rare to observe the intricate games being played by it. But when one is aware of the thing when in love will definitely see the differences... It is such a beautiful thing that we always forget everything when we are in love because it keeps flowing and flowing and flowing and one keeps drowning, drowning, drowning in love, lost, drifting away from this world, into a world of its own where only two hearts [two brains through wireless transmission in fact] exist and everyone else, everything else from this universe vanishes away in a flash of a second...

Every man should fall in love because Love makes life beautiful.

I had a date with my destiny lately. [Results undisclosed because of the secrecy and sensitivity of the act.]

Last, whatever may be the thing but LIFE stops for no one, it goes on and on and on…

P.S: hmm...

in nature's womb...

2008-10-16T15:57:00.005+05:30

Green pastures and abundant trees,
Life here is rich and peace,
A calm river flowing all through these,
With a story to tell everything as it is.

The dead trees and the fallen leaves,
The grazing cows and the talking birds,
All speak just one thing, that
Life is more than what it is.

The morning suns and the evening skies,
With the clouds hiding behind the hills sometimes,
Presents a rich splendor of colour to the eyes,
Awe inspiring the senses most of the times.

The rustic life and the silent words,
All speak up tuning with the golden woods,
It's the way life has been going on here since ages,
What a naturally wonderful life exists here!

Wish i could spend the rest of my life here,
In the company of nature and living creatures,
With so much to write and wonder,
I think i will better stop and end here...

P.S: Kaiga, a place hidden between the western ghats, fifty kilometres away from the coastal town of Karwar, North Karnakata which is near Goa's south border is such a beautiful place that i have no more words to describe the place...it's that beautiful. I spent my whole stay living with it, nature, the way it lived.

P.S: The above photograph is graced by me and clicked by my friend Srinvas Allada.

Horror film is hundred times better than a horrible film

2008-10-09T17:12:00.005+05:30

Entertainment is a part of life. But forced entertainment? Is really horrible to imagine. Well, it is said that Hollywood recognises talent, endorses them and rewards them richly. But in the case of Bollywood, the Indian film industry as known to the world seem to be following things off the track. A classic example of forced entertainment in India is bringing the worst set of jerks onto the screen who pay lavishly to get themselves branded as bollywood stars, don't know who the hell looks at stars. These days all the channels are giving ample advertisement space to a known irritation called Himesh Reshammiyya (HR). I would say, a one minute film ad of HR is enough to throw anyone's life out of gear and turn ones life into a worst nightmare.

I realised that i could watch a horror film a hundred times than watch Himesh Reshammiyya act in a film. Watching HR act is equal to committing hara-kiri, the japanese style. I recently got this classic idea of punishment to all the prisioners in India. This would be really effective I believe: First lock few notorious goons in a room, lock it tightly from outside, make it sound proof and run a Himesh Reshammiyya film. Thats enough, they will blow out of wits and I bet they would better enjoy dying without eating than die watching a film where HR dons the screen. And the end result would be a lesson to all the prisoners of the worst possible known torture test in store in all the jails. Certainly there would be change in the mindset of prisoners to be better than they can be themselves.

A horror film is better than a horrible film. This is forced entertainment for you, a twin dilemma eating the brains of Indians these days. Its a patience test of the worst kind. Tsunamis can eat only thousands but this? The suffering would be devastating.

Yes, anyone can say I can switch off or surf the next channel when i face such a thing but till when? Is there a limit to anything worse in anyone's life? Can anyone kill the already dead? Terrible, third class music self claimed director and now here comes HR again to wipe out wits out of everyone through his acting. Be prepared folks.

I appeal Mr.Himesh Reshammiyya if you happen to read my blog, please please please, for the sake of music, for the sake of entertainment, stop torturing our lives, stop testing our patience. You aren't a brand or you are known for any good music. So, get out of this twin dilemma and enjoy a beautiful life, waiting out there, always ready to embrace jerks of every kind. Please please please. For the sake of a better world. For the sake of future India.

[Please you can vent your anger at the comments page.]

Is the world really heading to a crisis state?

2008-10-01T08:07:00.010+05:30

[The views expressed in this article are purely personal. So, don't overlap or judge my things with the standard rules that everyone follows!]
[PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EXPRESS YOUR VIEWS IN COMMENTS PAGE]

Usually my day starts with the newspaper in hand. And i always wonder at the amount of news placed in a single newspaper: national, international, business and whatever news is needed to fill it.

These days the intensity of disturbing news has increased a lot and also the news of better ways to end the world to end fast:-
* Regular bomb blasts since the past few weeks in major Indian cities accompanied by photographs filled with blood, scattered dead bodies, scenes of pain and agony of family members etc;
* Communal clashes where innocent people turn into scapegoats in the play of wicked mind games for political gains;
* Israel's secret meetings with USA to bomb Iran in their next round of global showdown;
* Venezuelan Prez Chavez calling the US Prez an ******* in public for the hundredth time and challenging to thwart the US unnecessary mindless aggressions;
* Ganguly is a big news these days when he is way past his retirement age and still media is trying to fill a lost hope into an empty brain. Don't know why when young talent is waiting in hope to fill a pricey place?;
* Political showdowns and battle of words, disloyal party leaders changing parties as fast as changing clothes and still expecting the citizens to vote only to keep them in power so that they get to eat more than what they couldn't manage last time;
* Real estate prices rising abnormally with paper presentations in the form of full page advertisements depicting colourful future homes;
* The latest global financial crisis where big banks in the financial world which had billions of dollars of funds and millions of accounts under management have been wiped out of the map overnight...

Is the world really heading to a crisis state?

An understanding of the happenings from a common man's perspective:

1. The world is more chaotic now than it was a decade back although this chaos can be sorted out if the heads of the most governments can put aside their egos and work towards a common goal for the betterment of the world. Happening of which is next to impossible I believe.

2. Previously most countries were shielded by most of the man made eventualities but did shared natural calamities. As the world is economized now, which means when dependency of one country with other countries is growing in terms of sharing commodities or investments to meet the growing demands of the rising population, which only implies that the effect of economic crisis is going to have an impact on each other.

3. The Earth is heating up due to increasing green house gases emitted by several countries in a race to stay ahead of everyone, forgetting that they are in the process of digging graves for everyone on this planet. Sooner or later, the world is going to witness this spectacular event when it will roll out of man's control, even if gods [for those who believe] take their stand to save this planet. Ozone layer is losing its cover everyday. Ice across the polar regions is drifting apart in tranches, thereby indicating the intensity of the coming reality of a Water World.

4. News from the USA: The current bailout plan worked out by the US government may work only for a short term, to douse the fire for the moment but the coming fires may catch up soon and may even engulf much more into it. The simple reason to reject the bailout was this: Big banks in their quest to make profits ventured into unchartered waters and have drowned the whole system with it and the government is trying to rescue these banks instead which is the main question of the US Tax payers. Not checking the system with unwanted/unnecessary cooking taking place since long time has resulted in such a great turmoil that everyone is facing the brunt of the disaster. Barack Obama is more knowledgeable in terms of administration and ruling compared to the war veteran John McCain who would only follow Mr.Bush's footsteps. If America is to survive the current disaster from further future shocks then making the right move would save itself from a self-brink to extinction. Those who've lost the jobs are all highly paid, highly qualified people who can survive if not in one sector maybe in another sector if they can adjust to compromise few things in life, that is what i believe in. Considering 80/20 principle, still billions of people are leading their lives. Only the highly paid are crying hard because all of a sudden they are finding their offices on the road side, nonexistent in the first place. I am not making a mockery of anyone, this is reality. To ME the majority matters. So, work towards a better world. All the best.

5. Terrorism is not going to end till the world exists. This is for sure. There is no standard definition available, any rebel may be called a terrorist in simple. Today the world is facing a much bigger problem because of few lunatics and few religious fanatics. It is more dangerous to let these people live and play with others lives and in turn the whole world just like that. Instead, governments should work together to weed out these dangerous criminals who are not letting the vast majority of people live a peaceful life.

6. Last, if Hindu gods like Shiva-Vishnu-Brahma, Christian god Jesus Christ, Muslim god Allah and the many different gods in existence really exist then i would say, the whole world has turned into the current situation only because of these invisible guys who've been watching everyone become whatever. A teacher is supposed to teach their students the right path but also should take things in control to not to allow few dangerous people play with others lives including their own for no reason. Why the heck are guiding forces for? If someone wages a holy war in the name of Allah then why the hell does Allah allow someone play with his name? Isn't it a copyright violation? If some Hindu fanatic group plays with the lives of Christians and Muslims openly then why the hell does all-are-equal and everyone-is-same crop up so often? Why do things don't get into those shit heads who need to understand in the first place? Finding an answer is really tough.

Thank DOG, i am not at all into this mess. I am doing my part as a human being, helping out in my own way, writing my own rules of life rather than trying to live someone's life. My intention is to help make this world a better place to live in.

I only hope for the best to happen. If not, be ready to face any surprises which can take life out of life.

For WORLD PEACE...FOR HUMANITY...FOR LIFE

'A Wednesday'

2008-09-27T18:16:00.002+05:30

Some believe the thing that is shown in a film to be real and some totally reject it considering it as a crap. 'A Wednesday' is a film which is what everyone's life is all about in the present society. It is a sensible, sensitive, thought provoking and a shot wonderful film of its own which should be watched by each and every one. As few movies are made only for the multiplexes in big cities, this movie should have been screened tax-free instead in the same multiplexes. About the film: Story is too good because it talks about the most common issue sensibly. The screenplay runs very tight, compelling the audience glued to the seat till the end. The only joke in the film which is again true goes like this: "the situation of the country is such that there are holes and holes everywhere in the whole city but i would say the city itself is living in a hole blindly." So very true. This joke does make one laugh but it also talks about how much we have got used to things that has now become nowhere an issue. There are no unwanted scenes or situations in the film because everything fits in perfectly. No songs nor any irritating scenes. The whole film revolves around Mumbai and addresses how badly we are prepared to face anything in our life. Enough of film reviewing, i am still trying to figure out as to how could someone get a beautiful thought which is made so well...

Friends? Interest? My story

2008-09-25T19:24:00.006+05:30

[NOTE: This is a long story of my 25 yrs journey with friends. Its not complete but its a bit long]

Friends get attached to our lives without our knowledge when young. From childhood till the death bed (I believe), we are always surrounded by friends and its a long journey which is not going to end just like that because they play a crucial life in each and everyone's life, whether someone realizes it or not. But as we grow up we do find the freedom to choose friends. That is what happens when we start realizing things and the influence friends have in our life. Something to someone may mean something else to someone. So we should respect everyone's thought. That is what i believe in.

My interest in friends goes back to the early days of my schooling (as in everyone's life too) and i would say its only because of my interest to stay put with my friends that very recently i could meet a friend whom i met after 22 yrs when i left my school after finishing my 1st standard (kindergarten to 1st standard). His face is still the same, don't know how this happened but i recognised him instantly and verified with the name of the school as the code. So he's been my friend for exactly 25 yrs now, the oldest friend in my friends network.

And a few days back, i ended up meeting a friend after 17 yrs and she's still the same who recongised me instantly after i attempted to ask her if she's the same classmate who studied with me during my 2nd to 5th standard...her enthusiasm and interest at the discovery was the same as mine. And because i have some information pertaining to my other school mates of the same batch, her excitement knew no bounds and kept asking about each and everyone of them forgetting that it was way past the dinner time. But interest is something which always makes one forget things and works without a time frame in mind.

Although i would say, education did helped me grow up to some extent, making me read, write, understand and educate others but otherwise its nothing less than a disaster in my life. I still wonder as to how people find such kind of interest to read something already written which isn't going to be of much use in the later stages of our lives (The Indian education system is a wonder in itself). Like we have to memorize if we want to pass out, understand things even if one does not understand anything in real, look at things even if its not interesting, pass out any how by hook or by crook whether one likes it or not. In short TO SURVIVE.

With questions of why i am doing what i am doing going on inside my brain since my school days, i grew up with lot of friends in between. I remember during my 6th to 10th standard, how few boys of my class, of nearly 25 guys used to drop in at my place only to drink water because they found it tasty. This drinking went on for 2 years and my school friends had a separate tumbler for themselves. During examination days, friends used to turn up for night outs but it used to be mostly a disturbance and time pass. Whatever those days were like but i enjoyed the most because i was the most distracted among my group. Today i have info and whereabouts of all the 87 members of my last school. Some have been missing for more than 10 years in between but i did discovered their whereabouts till recently, its really amazing.

My college days passed just like that because it was more of a daily affair. But today i have friends spread throughout the globe including most of the places in India and in various organizations which i could vaguely think few years back. I met more college friends after my college than whom i met during my graduation days. And i also ended up meeting seniors, super seniors and would keep meeting them whenever the college name in which i studied props up adding new friends to my list.

I celebrated my school get-togethers and college get-togethers last year. And the reaction on everyones face when someone meets the other after such a long gap is something to be seen.

Penpals are someone whom i've been looking out for too long time but not one stayed for more than three years at a stretch. I still have tens of letters still safely stored in my collection of letters ranging from Norway, Russia, USA, Brazil, Estonia, Saudi Arabia and of course India. Few are still in contact and are in my friends list of my other networking sites which i access [Orkut, Facebook, Myspace, LinkedIn, Hi5 etc]. The way of letters is really amazing. The feeling of the place hides in each letter. One interesting thing to talk about is my Norwegian friend, Marie Bunes. She ones collected seashells from the sea along with some sand and sent it packed in a box to give me a feel of the place in which she lived. I was awestruck to the extent anyone could go to do things. The fastest mail delivery from India was to Norway which took 4 days and the longest mail delivery was to Brazil which took 2 months. Amazing at the pace letters travel. I discovered that letters depend mostly on the network of a country, the importance it gives to this system. And the last Indian postal service is really very efficient and also is the largest network in the world.

Coming to my online friends, i did made a lot of friends through my website, my yahoo group, photo blog, writing blog, through mails forwarded to friends which were again forwarded etc and i was lucky enough to meet most of my virtual friends in real and enjoyed spending time, knowing things and their interest in my friendship. Being a foodie i also enjoyed eating the regional flavours of the places i visited, accompanied by friends. I still remember how courteous my penfriends parents turned out when they gave me a place to stay in their house and treated me with a feast for three days. I feel my penfriends parents to be really great to have extended such kind of warmth but i also do feel bad whenever i think of that penfriend who got lost struggling with the day to day life and putting aside all her activities and ending my penfriendship.

Philately and numismatics is an hobby which i pursue with utmost interest. With friends to exchange things, i discovered new lands, new stamps, new coins and the way someone shows interest.

And i still keep meeting friends, adding new, deleting few. Some are warm enough and some turn out crazy, some don't have time for themselves and some give all the time in their life, some value the friendship, the ship in which one is traveling and some will take no time to abandon without a second thought. I still feel surprised the way things happen in our life pertaining to friends. For instance, a guy whom i knew for more than two years literally used me up in his city but again another friend from the same place showered such kind of warmth towards me that i am still amazed and feel so great about that friend that i keep thinking.

Family members are there in our life by default but friends those who are strong and give importance to friendship are going to stay in our lives forever. I would say it all depends on the 'interest' one gives to one's friendship which decides things. And i've been lucky enough to have found good friends around me most of the times. And i extend my hand to whoever calls me any day any time.

It's just a matter of a minute's time out of one's day to day life that makes a difference. One can build strong friendship if one is able to reply or spare even a minute's time: replying emails or sms's or missed calls or even if one remembers or wishes someone on his/her birthday. It makes a lot of difference. This difference can only be felt because it cannot be expressed. I feel happy whenever i get a chance to fill happiness in someones life, known or unknown whenever i get time. That is the way of life. I am 29 complete now, i still have a long journey to take. But till today i would say my life's journey has been amazingly wonderful learning and discovering things each and every day.

In short it all depends on one single factor i.e. INTEREST.

I can eat cheese only in summers!

2008-09-16T10:57:00.004+05:30

Summer's still time away before autumn sets in,
I've been crazy, waiting for the flower I've last seen
It's time again that the rains have set in
What a refreshing way to look at everything
Crappy thoughts flowing away in the waters like sin...

But the cheese i can eat is still far away until summer sets in!

With the blooming trees and green and green
The birds have set the rhythm clean
Mind scape and rich tones taking shape
The fall has fallen down following way too quickly
Bequeathing nature has shown its nature coldly
When dreading memories have been buried underground completely...

And the cheese i can eat is far away until summer sets in fully!

A different feeling to start everything in just one colour
Taking whatever to cover and warming way down to hover
The blooming flowers, bare trees and a little fire to power
Crazy is what the weather is, that it looks like i've lost in time forever
Running to keep myself warm from this disturbing shower
Its a game of life which is playing its part like a haunting dead lover
Whatever reasons i have to escape from these intense thoughts like a white clover...

The cheese that i can eat can be had only when the summer is round the corner!

Oh! Hopes of aplenty and the thoughts of all the cheese in mind
Now it seems like i can have them all once again with the change in time
Summers have sprung up walking slowly to warm the earth
Its time again that i can have my cheese i've been waiting for so long
Will use the time that i have in hand to clean up the mess hovering in my mind...

In any case, if i want to eat cheese again after the summer...

I will always remember that I can eat cheese only in summers!

Who is breeding a human bomb?

2008-09-15T15:08:00.003+05:30

Being a global citizen, its always a concern to me when things happen in the name of religion, terror, revenge, nation, etc., carried out by mindless people with unmindful intentions of declaring themselves as representing a whole community/society without taking anyone's consent and countries rich and powerful in the name of war on terror.

I would say, the conflict is always in the mind of a man rather than anywhere else. If one could peep into one's mind and look at the way things happening inside, one would find answers with oneself rather than anywhere else for all the things happening inside him and things surrounding him.

The cost of a human being is priceless because no part of a human being can be recreated as it is. Once gone and its gone forever. Yet i always get surprised whenever i read news of suicide bombers in the form of a human being blowing themselves up into bits and pieces, people giving their lives just like that, claiming it in the name of a cause to achieve something which isn't there in real in the first place. Militant organizations and several other groups have manipulated and motivated the minds of few individuals, grooming them from their early, formative years in the name of freedom, religion, region, god, nation etc and have planted them as live bombs, an alternative to material bombs or missiles, thereby camouflaging and achieving the intended intentions with utmost precision and creating human losses, fear in the minds of people, disturbance, disaster, confusions as the result.

There are far too many suicide bombings happening in Iraq than anywhere else in the world right now. Thanks to the US invasion in the name of war on terror, today hundreds of Iraqi's are dying everyday which could have never happened in the erstwhile Saddam Hussain's regime. Today, the US soldiers fear far greater for their lives, living in constant danger and protecting themselves in a foreign land than anything else. And the poor Iraqi's who are trained by the US troops have become the primary targets of the terrorists. And many lives go unreported as the news gets filtered by the invading super power before anyone gets to hear.

If only the US President had peeped into his brain and had asked himself as to what he is doing to his people and to the people of this world, he would have made this world a better place but he chose to being otherwise where egos clash and dominance determines the power. A myth equal to filth. "Its the court which makes the king." Cannot blame the poor Big Daddy for the position he is in.

Moving from Iraq, the longstanding battle between Israel and Palestine has seen the later living an oppressed life in the hands of the former, backed by the claiming powerful nation on earth. The whole Israel lives in the fear of suicide bombers, day in and day out. One Israeli's death and bombs pound into the helpless Palestinians lives. And the lives-count always go uncounted because everyone entering the other territory has to pass through the Israeli compound. The seeds of hatred always bears the same fruits.

I ask as to who is responsible for the bunch of militant organizations in Palestine? Ego would never allow hear any answer.

If God has created this World (belief of the many), then who the hell is anyone to claim certain land to be theirs and then demarcating it into a World political map and claiming new lands in the old map? Again I would say, if one had peeped into one's mind, he would get the answer.

If only if one had followed the religion one claims he is following or something he believes in, then why would there be a loss of life in the first place?

If brotherhood and humanity are repeated in holy books then why have people excluded them appearing in their minds when they do things?

I would ask, who is breeding a human bomb? Its the filthy human mind.

Who has given the permission to end someone's life just like that?

If only if one had followed the things one claims he is following, why would there be disasters in the first place?

P.S: People have become selfish. Nations have become selfish. If everyone lives a selfish life then where in the world would people live in peace? Why do always a bunch of mindless crooks get to rule over the many? The end of the world is only waiting if things go on the way they are happening. My only concern is why are we made to live a life we haven't chosen to live that way? Even if someone gives an answer, its only a wordy satisfaction. There isn't any answer for this. A pity.

Cold blooded...

2008-09-08T09:16:00.006+05:30

You want to live but you cannot live
You want to die but you cannot die
Lying half dead and half alive, what a pity it was like
The whole body is at the mercy of it, surrendered unconsciously.

Motionless, sensitive to everything, irritated, hovering unaware
The vulnerability is what i'm passing through
Like divided between hell and another hell, side by side
Heavily drugged and dozing off squarely, surrendered completely.

The lining along the membrane is working overtime
Producing slices of all sizes keeping me engaged and busy
Leaving my sleep aside and forgetting that it is not time to fight
The whole night was spent with it, surrendered surreptitiously.

The blowing sequences and the crazy sneezes
The dangerous precision and accurate executions
And when the heart stops for a fraction of a second
The brain goes blank, silence takes over, surrenders silently.

Left to deal with myself with no one for my rescue
With nothing else in sight and embracing it by virtue
Living with it as part of my existence and life
Cold blooded sinus, is what i have to live with from now on too.

P.S: This poem is all about sinusitis. Sinus takes its ugly form when the mucus membrane, a lining along the inside walls of the nose gets activated. The triggering factors could be anything, example dust, etc. In order to stop the membrane from producing, an antibiotic is given as a reducing agent in the first phase. Then a sinusitis related pill with a little sleeping agent inside it is given so that one gets the attack reduced in ones sleep.

P.S: The above picture was clicked in Karwar, North Karnataka, India. The guy gracing my picture is Nimmanagoti Srinivas, a nuclear scientist.

Special differences

2008-08-30T08:44:00.007+05:30

Cubans can - kill with sweet

Chinese can - chiefly be the cheap

Swiss can - sell chocolate and cheese

Japanese can - compete with Robots

French can - market fashion and kiss

Aussies can - hop like kangaroos

Arabs can - live on petrol

Brazilians can - religion the football

Mexicans can - break-dance like salsa

Norgs can - fish and live on mountains

Mauritians can - stock all the black money

Indians can - zero in on to be the geeks

Srilankans can - drown everyone in tea

Italians can - make Pisa with pizza

Russians can - press for beauty and mafia

Pakistanis can - proclaim pirates of everything

Americans can - blackmail and sell slavery

Britishers can - live on rich ancestry

Spaniards can - booze to bullfight

Angolans can - augur their anger at everything

P.S: The thought to write this poem started when i was thinking about how Cuba can fight back the Americans and other nations in their way with other things.

P.S: Every country specialises in one or the other thing. For example Cuba is called the sugar bowl of the world, which means its the largest producer of sugar in the world. Likewise, Srilanka is the largest tea exporter in the world. India invented zero. Spaniards booze a lot. Every village in Brazil has a football ground, important than a church in fact. Americans think they rule the world because they blackmail a lot. Arab countries only revenue source is oil. Switzerland has plenty of cows {first country to issue a chocolate stamp}. China manufactures things dirt cheap because the manpower is cheap. France is known for fashion. Mauritius is a tax haven where money just flows. Russia is ruled by mafia as from the reports. Britain is in the brink of extinction because its power has been reduced, reeling under its past.

P.S: This poem is written neither to humiliate anyone nor praise anybody. Its only that thoughts flow and are put on paper and caught in time.

Flowed away in pursuit of happiness...

2008-08-25T09:10:00.010+05:30

In the sea of darkness
There sprung a stream of joyousness
The little drops of sadness
Flowed away in pursuit of happiness.

Fate and all that madness
Spent in hope and goodness
Oh what a cry it was in shrillness
Flowed away in pursuit of happiness.

Life and the dream of brusqueness
Lived along with utter humbleness
But whatever lived in darkness
Flowed away in pursuit of happiness.

The child and its little tenderness
The mother and the interest of godliness
The care and the affection of dearness
Flowed away in pursuit of happiness.

Life, hope, belief and all the gladness
Spent in the sea of immeasurable vastness
Oh the sickness and all emptiness
Flowed away in pursuit of happiness.

YOU ARE YOU

2008-08-21T15:58:00.004+05:30

Some like doing the same job throughout their life
Some like to taste excitement every day in their life
Some like challenges challenging them in their life
Some like doing nothing as a job throughout their life
Some like doing things for the sake of doing in their life
Some like no trouble but always face hurdles in their life
Some like being sincere and adhere to their job in life
Some like to adventure and play heavily throughout their life
Some like complaining all the time in their life
Some like to remain silent even when a storm hits their life
Some like to succumb to pressure bowing out sometimes in life
Some like building forts sitting pretty strongly fighting the odds in life
Some like making adversities their slaves in life
Some like falling in the grave when they hit the wrong side in life
Some like talking all the time which does the job in life
Some like talking in silence through the heart falling prey in life
Some like ruling over the oppressed and term it a success in life
Some like sharing their success with all the people attached in life
Some like to remain simple throughout their life
Some like being beautiful in all the things one gets in life

No matter what happens in life,
it remains the thing,
that YOU ARE YOU,
always and forever in LIFE.

21st August

2008-08-21T10:30:00.004+05:30

The day everything began,
without a notice of any kind,
it just happened that,
someone dropped in - to this world.

There was no thought,
nor anything of any kind,
someone started living his life,
like everyone around - just like that.

What a day it was,
which is a wonder of some kind,
from then on till now,
it has been wonderful all along.

Life has a beginning,
will never see its ending,
but till when it is living,
it will freak out like anything.

The mind games will be played,
the heart also gets its part,
in this short span of life everyone has got,
what all games we all need to play, oh-my-dog?

What matters is a life worth living,
whether one makes it or disturbs it,
what matters is enjoying the journey,
without worrying about the destiny.

No matter what happens this day,
it was a beautiful story of life and its play,
all these years of existence has left its mark,
from the starting to this day in all.

Happy for the life - got,
happy to have friends - a lot,
happy for each and every thought,
Wishing Happiness all along.

A journey through pictures!

2008-08-01T15:50:00.021+05:30

A story of my recent tour through little words and mostly, pictures.

Travelling is such a wonderful thing and i've enjoyed almost all my journey's to this date with the same enthusiasm except that in many occasions i was travelling alone but someone or the other was there for sure at my destination most of the times.

This time I decided to visit my friends village along with a place i've been thinking of visiting for the past few months as it was pending for quite some time. My friend is Adi Narayana Reddy [sitting prettily on the cot in the first pic], who did his Masters from IIT Chennai in Mathematics and recently completed his M.Tech from IIT Kharagpur in Computer Sciences. He lost right hand in his childhood while trying to jump into a well but struck hard on a rock at the bottom which resulted in his right hand being amputated. Nevertheless, he's an excellent bowler and a champion shuttler. A hard worker to the core and keeps everything simple, who loves enjoying life's every moment.

Living in a village is a totally different experience for those who are born n bread in cities but i'm someone whose roots lie deep inside very remote villages and being accustomed to these kinds of surroundings is an added advantage because you won't miss anything that life has in store for you. I stayed at a village called Sriram Nagar which is two kilometres away from Pasurupadu which is again 12 kilometres away from Nandyal, a major town in the district of Kurnool.

You will pretty much enjoy the same feeling with a different setting with what you get to see in a city. Far away from the beaming lights disturbing the clear skies, polluted air making you breathe everything you could ever imagine, the clank and clutter of everyday miseries, the unending complaints dominated by the comforts of life, etc, etc...far away from all these things, i enjoyed my day breathing fresh air, sitting under the trees, with the children playing around after their school and most of them visiting the house where i was staying, only to get themselves clicked which i enjoyed doing the most. There is no better day for a photographer than to click kids who give their best expressions as they cannot do the acting part which most adults do in front of the camera...

After spending my night at the village on a cot outside the house, morning was slated for the start of our tour to Ahobilam which is 75 kilometres away from Nandyal town. Travelling on a bike, zooming through the villages with onlookers staring at you as if you have descended from a different planet is a common sight. One has to just keep going and have to take permission before clicking someone as it may lead to a misunderstanding in most cases.

Forests welcomed us stretching in all the directions our eye could stretch. It was a wonderful sight looking at the unending greenery as we made our way. I stopped by at every place to capture the beauty of nature as it is.

Ahobilam has two major temples, one is at Lower Ahobilam and the other 16 kilometres away called Upper Ahobilam. The main temples are located in Upper Ahobilam and the first temple to greet the eye [in the pic] is situated right in between two big hills .

There are 9 temples surrounding these hills covering a total distance of 20 kilometres, each temple being a different avatar [incarnation] of the residing deity Sri Laxmi Narasimha Swamy.

My only visit to this place was to reach a place 9 kilometres away from the main temple called Ukku Stambham [literally means Iron Pillar]. As it was an uphill task, we were well prepared in advance to face the onslaught of exhaustion and dehydration. We drank three full glasses of lemon juice each and got mango juices and drinking water bottles in our bags as we did not wanted to be left thirsty and hungry somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

As i heard there were a lot of monkeys on the way in the hills, i decided to buy few biscuit packets for our friends in waiting only to click them at a close range.

The first sight of the temple is NO-QUESTIONS ASKED. Just see it. And enjoy something been built in the middle of a place where getting there itself is such a difficult task, how come such a temple is built etc etc. Beggars are a common sight at any temple in India and Ahobilam is no exception.

My first meeting with any one at Ahobilam were the monkeys in waiting. Each biscuit piece was well received with both the hands and they weren't camera shy as they are used to seeing people regularly with weird things in hands which they try to grab if left loose. Monkeys have a habit of storing their food in their mouth like camels store water in their stomach which they use it to consume later on.

As we decided to go up to the last point and weren't sure of the way to reach it without getting lost, we hired a 'trek guide', [most of the guys make a cool Rs.500-1000 bucks on a weekend for their hardwork] to guide us and also tell the tales associated with each place around these forests. It was a good thing that one of the guards attached to a temple accompanied us. His charge was Rs.300/- for a way up and down. [Now when i've been to the last point, i think i am eligible to be a trek guide myself although i'm a costly affair to deal with...ha ha ha]

It was a wonderful sight walking through the hills, trees gracing every small place, streams flowing all the way from the top, rock structures placed artistically in nature's lap...I used up my energies in walking most of the time but tried to capture the beauty through my camera. We did sweat like anything as if we had a bath in the middle. And at one point i was breathing with my mouth rather than my nose, cursing my decision for this exhaustive trek which i felt was talking my life out of me.

The destination was very near but we kept on walking and walking and eventually our hard work did paid rich dividends when we reached the highest point and enjoyed the best sight on offer at this place. You can check out the highest point in one of the pictures. I looked near yet was so far away. An incredible journey and a wonderful place, memories of which are sure going to last for quite some time.

Check out the rest of my story through the following pictures.

Happy Friendship Day POOJA!

2008-07-11T21:50:00.001+05:30

Every year, 12th July, the same day...turns out so unique in the lives of two friends...Happy Friendship Day POOJA! May this friendship last forever...

i often wonder...

2008-07-04T16:23:00.004+05:30

When one spends time with oneself, one really gets intrigued by the kind of questions which prop up in the mind asking oneself, the answer to which we find difficult to digest... ...something of that kind did struck me recently while walking down the lane on a lonely night with myself...

I OFTEN WONDER...

I often wonder how -
the birds fly and fly and still don't get tired, why?

I often wonder why -
the flowers bloom full and dies so soon?

I often wonder how -
the waves in the ocean come back and never lose its depth?

I often wonder when -
the resilience began and the tree served its time?

I often wonder why -
the nights are so dark and the stars still give off light?

I often wonder how -
the earth makes round around itself and remains still every second?

I often wonder how -
the beggar begs and lives at the mercy of others.

I often wonder why -
we go through the same path and never cross the line?

I often wonder why -
we fear the word death and adore life to such an extent?

I often wonder why -
the eye catches the details and yet repeats the same mistakes?

I often wonder who -
made the laws that we abide by when we are the one who carry ourselves all along till the end?

I often wonder whether -
ending at the beginning will ever begin at the ending?

I often wonder how -
life goes on and I have never observed...

I often wonder how -
the silence is in the mind and we search everywhere...

I often wonder how -
the search goes on and never ends.....

Motivation

2008-06-29T10:41:00.002+05:30

Success has three essential ingredients: a dream, the will and the dedication. In this competitive edge of globalization where countries co-exist without boundaries, a service driven organization can make a real difference only when it keep renewing itself anticipating change. If one desires a change, one must be that change before that change can take place. Dreams come true only when the flight of mind is not bound to anything, a flight that can't be intimidated or hijacked. The will to do will always work wonders if one has the zeal to achieve. Dedication towards work will determine the best, the unimaginable - conquered. The flight of mind can do all that. Yet if everyone's flight of mind starts acting independently then things may go haywire. So everyone has to work like a cog in the wheel simultaneously so that each person's flight of mind adds to the heights reached by the organization.

[This is a small piece of article i've been asked to write on Motivation]

Every life has a tale to tell

2008-04-15T10:45:00.003+05:30

Quite unique that every life is different. Every life has got a tale to tell. Be it the micro organisms which make a difference in our existence to the most intelligent creature on this planet, the human being...

Attitude

2008-03-10T00:53:00.000+05:30

"Depending on how a man lives, he may die old at forty or young at eighty."

"Much more important than adding years to your life, is to add life to your years."

A Thought

2008-03-01T22:51:00.005+05:30

Every one thinks of doing things differently, to create a mark of their own, some do succeed, some struggle hard to get to it, some still find it impossible. What's the use of such a try?

There is much use in doing things trying..... By doing so, one gets a kind of inspiration, a flowing mind guiding in every direction and this is what takes one to stand on his feet. There is a constant process of learning taking place all the time, the unfolding of the real things, and an experience, to top it all, which counts. A start which never ends. Maybe, it ends when one dies.

One of my favourite quotes:

"Do not believe in a thing because you have read about it in a book. Do not believe in a thing because another man has said it was true. Do not believe in words because they are hallowed by tradition.

Find out the truth for yourself. Reason it out.

This is realization".

dice...

2008-02-29T23:16:00.002+05:30

"Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar" - Pablo Picasso

Getting lost is the most common thing these days with so many things running haywire inside the human mind. It's all a game of dice. Whether acceptable or not. It is that. Life...

The Mysterious Gift!

2007-07-30T22:32:00.000+05:30

Life presents us with so many options and yet we forget to choose what we ought to rather we end up picking up the conventional instead of the unknown gift waiting to be picked up.

Words

2007-07-18T10:51:00.000+05:30

Unspoken Words are often spoken silently, through unknown ways...those who keep searching for something often receive more than what they are looking because the destination in sight often leads through the most treacherous paths which is sometimes easy and sometimes hard to scale...

...here are a few spoken words worth reading from people who dreamed and did things which made their life.

*

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting
~ e e cummings

In three words i can sum up everything I've learned about life.
It goes on.
~ Robert Frost

Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is a crack in everything;
That's how the light gets in.
~ Leonard Cohen

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
~ Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)

I fell in love – that is the only expression I can think of – at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.
~ Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet, short-story writer, and playwright, "Poetic Manifesto" in the Texas Quarterly, Winter 1961

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
~Thomas Mann, novelist, Nobel laureate (1875-1955)

The world in general doesn't know what to make of originality; it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.
~ W. Somerset Maugham, writer (1874-1965)

In times of profound change, the learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.
~ Al Rogers

Assumptions are the termites of relationships.
~ Henry Winkler, actor (1945- )

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
~ George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), novelist (1819-1880)

Either you think - or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

There is no remedy so easy as books, which if they do not give cheerfulness, at least restore quiet to the most troubled mind.
~ Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, author (1689-1762)

Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
~ Satchel Paige

Fake it till you make it.
~ (Heard on West Wing)

(I've read the above quotes from the following link: http://zigzackly.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html)

The SUN

2007-07-03T06:29:00.000+05:30

We get bored very often when we don't like things but when we like things we never get bored even if it repeats frequently...and one of the few things which have presented themselves in a new way every time one gets to see is the 'SUN'.

Always giving off without taking....transforming itself on Earth depending on the situation, he presents himself in awesome colours, only to enjoy in a never ending joy, which gets filled only to see that it's again empty...

...inspiring the Nature to come alive....raking the brains of the writers to come out with the best, he also listens to the tender clouds which try to shield him when they know that, they are going to hide once they are empty...

and why does the Earth goes mad about the Sun, encircling it all the time...

...it's too complicated to interpret the only Star of the Earth which fills me with joy upto the brim of my heart when i look at him early morning and then makes me hide inside my house till evening when he appears again with a dazzling display of beautiful colours stirring the souls to sit and watch...

It's a part of nature he has partnered with, making the Earth a more pleasant place to be with...

Photo taken on July 2, 2007 at 6.30 am on Secretariat Flyover, Hyderabad

Unknown to me...

2007-05-01T17:58:00.000+05:30

Like a stream,I flow
unknown to me,

through the mountains,
and the lonely lands,
in the midst of the jungles,
and the crowded cities,
marred by the dead silences,
I carry, along with me.

The rolling stones,
and the stopping rocks,
all embrace me,
wholeheartedly...
thoughts keep flowing,
hitting all the places,
which keep visiting...
unknown to me.

The constant search for life,
I happen to see,
is busy with the same thing,
asking the impossible question...
whether to live the flowing,
or die dry silently.

It struck me 'hardly,
and...I asked myself--
going anywhere,
is the start of a new beginning,
why not do it immediately?

And I lived again...

to tell this story,
unknown to me.

[My friend Jawahar Babu is gracing the photograph]

Before you criticize...

2007-04-30T00:43:00.002+05:30

Before you criticize someone,
you should walk a mile in their shoes
That way, when you criticize them,
You’re a mile way and you have their shoes .

of all our...

2007-04-30T00:43:00.001+05:30

“Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being”
– Montaigne

Getting ready to live?

2007-04-26T17:10:00.000+05:30

One of the Best things i've read today:

"We are always getting ready to Live but never living" - Emerson

3's Company

2007-04-25T18:39:00.000+05:30

My Mother, her daughter and her daughter's daughter

Books n Cherry!

2007-04-10T09:27:00.000+05:30

My niece

The First Rains!

2007-04-09T22:21:00.000+05:30

Wow! It was a wonderful day because of one big reason that it rained in Hyderabad. The Sun who was working tirelessly fuming hot rays most of the day was hidden somewhere behind the thick blanket of dark clouds which tried to cool down everyone (and they were successful in doing so).

All the denizens of the city were taken by surprise and I was the one who was enjoying this whole scene after a tiring day. It was in the evening that I went to my sister's apartment and went onto the roof to enjoy the cool breeze (sans a beach) that was flowing around the no disturbing zone (Nothing was above the five floored building nor any other building besides to disturb the naked eye for tens of kilometres)...it was an awesome feeling that comes only once in a year because this was this year's first rain before the actual rains start sometime way down in july or august...

(The dark clouds actually carry the water, the others are in a supporting role, providing a shield to initiate the action)

As it started raining, I could see the school children enjoying the drenching part and I took sheleter besides a shop enjoying this scene. I touched few rain drops but couldn't hold them and when I tried to capture the rainfall, it didn't give me much of a chance to do that. I satisfied myself drowning in the feeling and enjoying the pleasures of nature, forgetting everything for few moments.

(this is one of the MOST busiest roads in hyderabad with a 200 feet wide road and big pathways for walking)

I know when we are dead tired, little things do give a lot of relief to the mind because we try to live in that moment rather than thinking about the problem which always try to tax the brain.

(after the rain the first thing that struck my eyes was a Chat guy as it was hot hot, I also ate panipuri for the fact)

After the chat n panipuri, i went to the nearby shop and took haldiram's aloobhujiya packet and started to my sister's place munching all the way. I was still feeling hungry so asked my sister to prepare maggi noodles which were served in five minutes rather than 2 minutes as claimed by the company.

By the time it was time to return back to home, it was already eight in the night. My sister and I boarded a empty bus rather than an autorickshaw and when we got down to change the next bus, I received a call from a friend in Bombay who was missing through this whole scene of the rain. It is that everyone does really enjoy the memories of their native place and this friend who migrated to Bombay was someone who was missing all this action, had to settle down satisfied only with the words.

As soon as she ended the call, it again started raining heavily, this time for half an hour...

Tired of Life!

2007-04-04T20:07:00.001+05:30

...tired of life, feels like ret- iring ...but life keeps me dragging to the unending...

Time flashes away, leaving the burdening memories to brood over the bitter problems...there is no end to the thinking machine, it is going to stop only the day when i stop breathing and the day when my whole body remains motionless, real dead, and then everything ends. Still memories keep lingering in others minds and places where they cannot hide...the impossible keeps propping up again and again posing the same question to be discovered by the dead...it's never going to happen, this is the end...the last breath is the last time i remember time as it is, i don't have any idea after that...I am already DEAD.

This is the END.

* The kid in the foto is my very small cousin! Nomre: Lucky

Tom n Jerry!

2007-03-29T10:50:00.000+05:30

...one of the most famous cartoon characters on the face of the Earth and also the most fascinating creatures ever characterized for the idiot box and before that.

"Tom and Jerry have very definite personalities. Tom is a fiendish opportunist, always anxious to ingratiate himself with the powers that be, whether housekeeper, dog, or even, on occasion, mouse; while Jerry, the impish schemer, is happy minding his own business until cornered, piqued or generally provoked."

Every time I pass through the Cartoon Network, I definitely stop by to watch these two peculiar characters pricking each other indefinitely without tiring...and I laugh out to my heart's content watching the silent creatures playing a serious game in the virtual idiot box.

The beauty about this cartoon strip is that it makes one feel so light to see the silent characters imitating life out of it and I really admire the creator for being so intelligent and humorous in his thoughts and delivering a story, making others happy in the process, feeling the wonders of happiness very lightly. Obviously we can't ignore the hundreds and hundreds of men who draw thousands and thousands of drawings for the millions and millions of children and grown ups...I thank the great people for the great work that they have done and are still doing.

To me this is still a wonder because I enjoy and share the same with others. Making someone laugh is a great deal and making someone happy? Won't talk about that. That joy is immeasurable, unfathomable, indescribable, unthinkable, unwindable...it is a pure JOY!

Life is meant to be lived. So, enjoy life as it unfolds...

Life is a live action...

2007-03-29T10:03:00.000+05:30

Life is a live action. Every second and every day is as much important as any other day. There is no one to record these daily happenings nor does one have anyone to give a particular direction to venture in. As one thinks, so one does. Every action has its own impact on everything related to it. Sir Issac Newton and Dr.Albert Einstein have proved this life through science practically. Every action has equal and opposite reaction. Everything in this world is relative i.e. related to every other thing.

As one wants (willing to get), so does one lives (giving up and satisfied with what he has). As you sow, so you reap. Words flow according to thoughts. When thoughts are irregular and irritative then words automatically become irrelevant. This world is full of life. Life of one-self. Life that others live. Life everyone else lives including those micro-organisms which play a huge part in running Life as Life as it is...

One realises only when one experiences it, only when one goes through it practically, only when one sees the truth of light...

When this world is yours, you don't have to live separately. Live as if this is the only day you have to live. Life is full of everything. From the surprises to the sunrises. From volcanoes to the only Mariana Trench. From family to friends. From life to death. Death the only thing we carry every moment with us and that which we cannot avoid whether we like it or not and we avoid it in fear of the inevitable truth. Facts are facts. A truth is always a truth...

Learn to accept things as they are and you shall enjoy everything. Whatever it is. Expect the unexpected, most of the times, this only saves time from the impending disappointment.

This is LIFE.

through my eyes...

2007-03-20T08:52:00.000+05:30

all of a sudden from nowhere these three lines kept making rounds yesterday night and i eventually had to show some courtesy by putting them down somewhere, accomodating these words and giving them a place and here they go in this blog whether they make any sense or not:

"...The tide to my side with everything settling side by side,
I hid under the sky with the earth taking my weight light,
what a great deal it was like, to see all this through my eyes..."

I don't know what it was all like to write this like this as it is in words. I am poor at adding something but good at creating things. Something when it comes should be on its own, should be unique, an original piece for its master, lets see what all I have in store for me:

another piece:

"a bit of hope kept floating me though
trying to up the ante from head to toe,
dreams never turned so soar as i never walked dead slow,
thinking kept talking though, to find myself in this glow,
words kept pouring slow and i stopped demanding though..."

ok. I got to move now, and everything is interrupted now. that thought machine stopped this part forever. closing down this factory temporarily...

The END

'300'

2007-03-17T10:17:00.001+05:30

Yesterday i had a wonderful experience watching this new movie called '300' which is really creating waves with rave reviews.

It was friday and as usual new movies in India release only on friday's (dont know the reason why) and I happened to be waiting for this movie to be released so that I can watch and release that thought which made me wait for this to come. I was stuck up somewhere else in the evening and I suddenly decided to go for a second show and called up my friend who was working in the other end of the city. Informed him about the time and place and hanged up the phone. As I was swifting through the heavy evening traffic I decided to head towards the theatre first, get the tickets and then head to the home to get refreshed.

I don't know but people are used to driving bullock-carts I believe in their previous life that's the reason why most of the married men drive as if they are going to fall in the gorge through the bridge they are passing...ha ha ha. And talking about the traffic sense, it is hopeless, helpless...everyone is concerned about reaching home first although no one is racing around but individually this is the thing which goes on inside the brains. (i have hell lot of time with me, even if i dont reach my home i still have the city to see...ha ha ha). I passed through every vehicle which was in front of me because I drive a bike that's why I am always ahead of all the others behind me.

Landing at the theatre was a relief because there is no traffic there atleast. Nothing to think, nothing to worry except for the thing whether I will get a ticket or not for the next show. And to my horror what I see at the counter is running of tickets...literally tickets were running in the hands of people...ha ha ha. The whole parking lot including the entrance was filled full with vehicles as the evening show was still on. I somehow managed to park my vehicle aside and headed towards the ticket counter. The first class tickets were over long back and I could see next to me that half of them were available in black (for double the money), somehow the second tickets were the only thing I could see. Got two tickets for myself and called my friend to take his time till the time he told he will come to the place I told him to come. And I went to my home and on the way stopped at the chat bhandar to eat wada pav, panipuri and dhahi puri. chatted with the guy as I am one of those regulars who has been visiting him for the past five years...ha ha ha.

It took some time to park my vehicle as there was a sea I had to cross to get myself some place to dump it there for few hours. Its been too long time since I sat close to the screen in any theatre, I never took this privilege because I never got one to see a heroine or hero from close. Second class was a small place, i could observe this after a long long long gap. Five rows with thirty in each. Every one was desperately waiting for the movie to begin.

The average age of the people who came down to watch this movie was around thirty. Literally everyone was of my age. ninety nine percent of them being males. SOme playing with their mobile phone, some commenting, some enjoying their usual way like sitting not on the cushion but on the upper edge of the seat so that if he falls there is some regret to what he has done but they were confident that they would not fall as they were doing this stunt to show off the others in the first class.

I and my friend were only 8 rows away from the front row. I had to keep my head high in order to watch otherwise there is no one I could see this movie. The first advertisement was a detergent add. It goes like this:

Washing powder Nirma (Brand),
washing powder Nirma

THe whiteness in the milk is exactly found through Nirma on your clothes
And all the colourfull clothes will shine jingle jingle all the way

Hema, Rekha, Jaya and Sushma
Everyone's favourite is Nirma,

Washing powder Nirma
washing powder Nirma
NIRMA!

Wow! this was an old ad made new for the people of today's generation and the song for the old generation to still remember. I always enjoy this ad because I always sing when I see this. I cant do anything because few things happen without your knowledge and this was one of the things.

Everyone was waiting for the movie to begin. People were still adjusting, looking for their lost seats, calling up the ticket guy to show them their place in this hall so that they can be relieved of the tension to watch this movie standing.

And the movie begins. I was too excited because I was waiting for this to begin. Second show, first day. All the young crowd. Restless. Commenting. Whistles kept blowing as the lights went off slowly.

THE FILM...'300' is playing now.

The End.

I really enjoyed the movie. The first half was very good because the whole story was there. This story contradicted my own story which I've written very recently.

But in The War, no one wins.

I wanted to eat an Ice cream at 1 o clock. Went 6 kilometres to get one. Ate cornetto chocolate cone. Enjoyed it a lot. wanted to eat another one but I know i would catch cold if I don't control myself. Went home. Opened my brother's laptop and started typing this:

Wars are never won because no side wins when both sides lose blood and men in the process of clashes for a debacle. This is not a dialogue from any movie script nor is this written anywhere in any book. Just look at the middle east and you will understand what is happening when one thinks one has won a battle. Eventually he ends up putting more blood for the blood he has sucked in to proclaim the claim which is never real. More than three hundred thousand American troops are stationed in and around iraq protecting not anything but themselves in fear of the unforeseen death hanging around their imagination. No, it may not be true but the fear factor is induced because of the fear they have in turn induced it onto the people of the place they have invaded in the name of war against terror.

What is America today is a mixture of four hundred years of culture amalgamation

and then switched off the lights and went to sleep....

No Hero - No Villain, My Short Story

2007-03-12T22:57:00.001+05:30

I just got an idea of a story as i was watching a movie in a theatre today (because i was out of my mind, so i decided why not write some fishy story).

So here goes the story:

The main character, The Hero is in the shipyard checking something as he tries to find a way to the exit (He has trespassed into this place). The place actually belongs to The Villains (Because this is the usual setting of villains, whereelse can we accomodate the villains better than leaving them in the junkyard, among the scrap).

The Hero is warned not to venture any further (An UnEducated broot, he knows tresspassing is dangerous, I mean violating the Law...)but he crosses the boundary line.

All of a sudden, The Villains attack him (more than 50 here). He is outnumbered with the presence of a large number of hopeless goons trying to work their hand on something.

The Hero unable to sustain the pressure (My Hero can only fight 2 people at a time like Me and I cannot risk his life beating so many people at once shown in so many films) gives up and he ends up taking so many punches all over the body (Although The Villains are HighTech (Guns etc) but they dont need to use all these things at their own place) that he eventually dies.

The Villains throw The Hero's body in the artificial tank made in the natural harbour's old shipyard where they have placed few small fishes which have grown enough big to be The Main Villain's children. The Fish thinking that The Villains are celebrating a party enjoy's The Hero's body as their part of the small big treat.

The story ends with the water getting contaminated and all the fishes die down due to the stupid virus which get struck on hero's clothes when The Villains hit him with an old rod.

Seeing their only other living creatures dead, all The Villains commit hara-kiri (Suicide).

And the story ends.
No Hero, No Villains.
Now a Song begins at the end of the film:

The Virus is here,
The Villains are dead,
The Main Fish is gone,
The Tank has also gone duck,
The Hero has also left,
There is no other character left,
The Water is still, flowing,
The Old rod still lying,
Ships waiting to get washed away,
With the Old Junkyard trying to Wither away,
And the Ship-Gave(Grave)-Yard,
And the Clear Blue Sky,
Here everything goes, bye-bye, bye-bye.

Epilogue (it's only a story so i can write an epilogue):
The Film has got no Beginning nor does it have an End because I too don't know when the World Began and when the World will End.

-THE END-

Here i'm back!

2007-03-12T12:15:00.000+05:30

After almost three years, I'm back to blogging. But something fishy is going around my blog...let's see how i can catch the fish before things turn fishy, ha ha ha

This World is insane

2004-05-29T00:18:00.000+05:30

This World is insane. Doesn't know much about anything. Whatever it knows, its satisfied with that. But what is this world all about? Nothing more than the people living in it who take the centrestage.

Quote

2004-05-29T00:17:00.000+05:30

Live by Choice, Not by Chance - A.T.Raghu Nandan

TRYING A DREAM (Poem)

2004-05-27T15:08:00.000+05:30

As a child I dreamed a lot,
Even now I do that because,
It's all that I found,
From childhood, till now.
To dream a lot, to live in that,
To get something, if not around.

Met my guru, one time,
When I slept, late night,
It was a time, in fact,
I had no idea, of anything about,
I gaped at him, talked a lot,
Told me something, and concluded that dream.

And another night it was a girl in sight,
I admired her beauty a lot,
Simple yet what I thought she was,
Had a ride on the clouds above,
I even asked h er hand, everyone would wish for one,
The time was to kiss her, but the dream remained pending forever.

There are so many things around,
You can get them happen once and for all,
Just dream and drown in that,
Don't think much but dream in a thought,
Oh! What did I write everything about,
Sorry it is not a dream but you can also try to write,

The story of a dream come true,
Which can drown you too.

AND THE EARTH COLLECTS THE RAIN (Poem)

2004-05-27T15:06:00.000+05:30

The smell of the earth
The silence of the birds
The hiding of the men
The resting of the leaves
The joy of the heart
The greatness of the past
The shining of the clouds
The pouring of the drops
The waiting of the stop
The playing of the kids
The loving of the pairs
The noise of the creeks
The thoughts of the mind
The beauty of the unexplained
The mystery of the feeling
The talking of the unknowing
The peepingo f the frogs
The creeping of the worms
The sprouting of the seeds
The doubting of the deeds
The request of the distressed
The expect of the unexpected
The tragic of the magic
The feeling is so fantastic
This happens everytime it rains
You get to see everything happening
The joy of the heart,
The mind intact,
The clouds give rain,
The Earth collects in vain.

I AM A SOLDIER IN THE BATTLE FIELD (Poem)

2004-05-27T15:05:00.000+05:30

I am a Soldier in the battle filed and I have dreams to fulfil.
I have always learned to serve my country with my heart and my will and with a great zeal.
I am honoured to have been bestowed with the great powers of the infinite and my country.
I have this great responsibility to lead my men with honour and dignity.

This is the only chance I am left with to prove my love for my country.
And I will die happily with my head held high and the enemy bent at its knees.

I bow to thee for bringing me to the dream that I have always dreamed to see.
I have my last blood served until my last breath and the last sight I can see.
I live to be the solider in the battle field who dreamed to be.
I have my heart and my love ready to dream and to make it see.

SUICIDE (Poem)

2004-05-27T15:03:00.000+05:30

I heard a deep cry inside, it sounds like a suicide,
Which made rounds, through the taverns of a desert,
Through the silent mountains, the foggy glaciers, and the stormy slides.
It's a shrill cry, chilling through the bones, chiselling all the way,
From an unknown compartment to the centre point of the mind,
No water can control the fire that has raged inside the heart,
It's soon to engulf like a wild storm cleaning everything on its path,
The pain is killing like a sharp knife and chilli peppers in the eyes,
When suffering is inevitable then why do I have to cry?
But I can't hold on to this thin red line like this forever,
It will break away very soon drowning everyone attached to it like a river,
Oh! my good old senses where are you hiding at these times,
Help me to get out of this situation and through these silent cries,
No friend is in sight nor anyone is seen through the invisible light,
Darkness has clouded the skies dangerously to take everyone for a ride,
I am crying aloud through the silent and the sensitive mind,
No solution appears in the vicinity of the endless skies and the open minds,
Hopes are aloof, strengths and weaknesses taking a joyride side by side.
What should I do when dead men walk through the only nights!
They call me like the silent valleys and heavy dreams, to leave my life,
I lost hopes on life, now I can't do anything, anytime.
Suicide is suing me to side it when the time has eventually come,
What a situation in which I am when I should have avoided this thing long time,

Hey look at the morning skies, the sun is full, the sky is blue, the birds flying high,
People are laughing loud, the gurus are resting in peace, I found something I think,
It was a dreaded night, with a suing suicide provoking me to take its side,
For the moment I forgot the last flight, the terrible side of a far sight,
But now I am living for those, everyone to see the light.

Welcome to the Online Jungle to get lost!

2004-05-26T08:31:00.000+05:30

HI Friends! This is just a beginning of a revolution yet to gain momentum. This will have attained its word only when it reaches most of the masses, people out there who are yet to see the light of the day, who may believe a computer to be a god becuse it does most of the things. Its not a surprise to find such a kind of tribe existing out there because still they are living in darkness either deprived or are unable to access what we all get to. This is a first step towards a revolution. I am a part of it. Let us get into the jungle and start our journey rather than sitting on a mountain and look at the jungle from behind. Roar like a lion, jump like a monkey, creep like a snake, hop like a kangaroo, fly like an eagle, swim like a dolphin, walk like an elephant, hide like a chamaleon, fight like an hound, sleep like a bear, .... Welcome to the Online Jungle. Thanks Google for providing us, citizens of the world with all the necessary basic supply. I'm coming! A. T. Raghu Nandan