The Planet Of (Lonely) Apes!

This planet is just ruled by a bunch of crazy monkeys... the ones that r really ruling it r the craziest! But they like to think otherwise.. i.e, they r everything but monkeys according to them... they go out of their ways to prove they rnt monkeys n they even call themselves descendents of apes (that r not exactly monkeys according to them) n ofcourse the homosapiens theory (ha ha ha!)... to prove it further they even shave their hair off (both genders) to wade off any resemblance (though disappointingly many of them still look like one)

Frankly these monkeys dont even consider themselves as animals! they say they r capable of thought n have attained self consciousness which makes them stand above the so called animals in this planet! They say they r capable of emotions... they can laugh, they can cry, they get scared, they can be worried... YES! they r a step above the animals ofcourse... the animals cant worry but THEY COULD!!!! (applauds please) Wat an achievement!

These monkeys worry about everything... they r worried about life... they r worried about death...( i dont think there is anything else left to worry about now!) n the animals r quite oblivious n also remain quite normal (awww.. sad them!)

The best part is, all the 6 billion monkeys in the world feel lonely! they yearn for the love n affection that they created... During those moments not even a single other monkey survives a lonely life other than that particular monkey in its life...

So dear fellow monkeys... I logged in to blog about how it might feel being lonely n here iam as always, realising that everyone... every single one of us go through this phase... there comes a point in our lives where there seem to be no one who cld care for us anymore... but frankly it really doesnt matter... having ppl in our lives is just a matter of companionship... the real art is knowing to find company within ourselves instead of banking our emotions on someone else...

I frankly dont even know how many of u might accept or deny this... but am feeling a hell of a lot better now! :)

Whats the fcukin hurry! Wait!

I was in my tiny blue pinafore with a hankie primly pinned on it... unruly curly hair tied on both sides, right on top of my head... tiny black socks n black shoes... with a scowl on my face, waiting near the stairs in my primary school for my mum to come n feed me for lunch... i remember that wait... it used to be never ending n it took all my might not to think that the world has come to an end n am gonna die starving waiting for my mum... but obviously my other always turned up n all my worries vanished instantly... time passed n i grew out of it...

I was in Grade 2 n had had a fight with my best friend for an eraser (of all things in the world)... n man, we didnt talk for 1 whole day... every minute that passed reminded me that we had fought n felt quite angry n lousy about it... now i had upgraded in my wait from a few minutes to a few hours... the next day both of us forgot about the fight n were best chums again...

My first trip abroad... Ive been talkin abt this trip to every1 in school... wat an excitement before getting into the airport... the restlessness to get into the flight... after getting into it, waiting for it to rise high... waiting to see the clouds... finally, got so bored that i started waiting to touch base again!

Grade 9 vocations n we shifted our residence to a different area... i was forced to make a decision abt whether i wanted to stick around with the whole school, travelling about an hr a day or shift to the other branch! the days felt never ending waiting for my decision, n even after i decided ill shift, i ended up waiting to see how the turn of events were going to be... i did pass through that...

Grade 10 hols n i was down with fever n later found out that i was down with chicken pox... the results came out exactly that day, so got one of my friends to check mine... the minutes i had to wait while she was checking my scores were crazy... it did feel never ending, but it got over in a few minutes...

That day when i screwed up big time in a music competition n didnt even manage to get into the prelims, while my brother won the best singer of the day... sitting through the competition n the ride back home... a bitter sweet experience with mostly humiliation n happiness that my bro won... unforgettable...

The time when my mum was admitted in the hospital... where i found out she had fainted in the first place... the wait when i had to stay back home all alone n she was taken to the hospital... the wait till the first call came that she was alright... the wait till i saw her face atlast in the hospital... nightmare!

Anything n everything in our lives can never last forever... the wait always seems never ending but it has to get over at some point in time or the other... the duration may differ... but finally, good or bad... things would eventually change as time passes!

Sudoku

A craze... Thats wat Sudoku is now... I open the newspaper these days, not to read the disgusting everyday news, but to solve sudoku...

The best part about sudoku is, each puzzle has only one answer... so u either get the pie or it goes down the drain... So obviously no guess works here, n no by luck or coincidence here...

The rules of sudoku goes like this...

1. There 9 rows, 9 coloumns n 9 squares in each puzzle with the numbers 1 - 9 randomly spread.

2. Every row, every coloumn n every square should have each n every number from 1 - 9 only once. The order of the numbers could be anyway.

So if u get to solve it, ull understand its no surprise when one number does not go in the way of another number.

Life is so similar to sudoku. Both of them r puzzles. Both have only one solution n thats wat we call destiny in life. And it really is no coincidence when things happen as they happen coz thats how they r supposed to. Either for the good or the bad, thats how they r...

Awesomeeeee... Now all the more reason to sit down with my sudoku now....

My Life: A Current Report

The only worst thing that cld happen to a woman of all things, is sporting a bad haircut tat makes her have a bad hair day... just every other day...

A woman with curly, bushy n unreasonably thick hair should always think twice about the kind of haircut she sports... it is also a kind of challenge for the hair dresser to bring out the best texture of that kind of hair through her cut... Well, having the best haircut once from that place convinced me to try it again... n now my hair can neither be tied to hide it from others' eyes, neither cld it be left free at an attempt to flaunt it!

Unfortunately for me, i had the sense to go n give my head to a lady, who i found out later, should have been the official trimmer for all those lions (male of the species) in the zoos... n sometimes by request, even the wild ones in the forest... lol.. n now her expertise has made my hair remind ppl of the mane of a lion!!!

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have u ever witnessed a soul leaving the body? if u have, then u might have a clue what exactly am talking about...

one of these days, while i was assisting my dad for those interviews to be taken, i noticed a small round fish pot, with 3 fishes swimming round n round inside it... n those werent tiny gold fishes but 7-8 inches long... the reason y gold fishes survive in such a small pot is because they have spot amnesia... for the gold fishes, each time they look at something outside, is again new the next they see it... n they r tiny as well, so the oxygen content is quite abundant...

But these fishes cldnt survive it, n i noticed them coming to the surface n trying to breathe in the extra oxygen... at that time i cldnt realise this n that they were actually steadily dying... i just kept looking at them for sometime n went about carrying my work...

Then, while the 1st interview of the day was going on, something made me stear my eyes to the fish pot... there he was a few seconds earlier at the surface of the water, trying to take in oxygen... a tiny swoosh n a round... as simple as it was, he stopped for a micro second n his body, as majestic as ever, fell down to the bottom of the pot...

it all happened in just a few seconds n that sight will never leave me till i reach my death bed... n i feel solely responsible for the death of that fish... which cldve been alive now, if only i had stopped to notice wat was really happening...

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my sil's friend gave birth to a baby girl yday... we had gone to see her today... the baby so tiny, so soft, so pink, so fragile just took my heart away...

Ive never seen a 1 n a half days old baby before... the baby had more hair than i cldve expected on a new born, pink pink n more pink everywhere... tiny closed eyes with lashes... a tiny nose... lips as red as wine... i cld even see her tiny blood vessels running haywire under her skin... n her skin by itself was softer than the finest cotton...

Seeing such a tiny thing, that has just come to life outside its mother womb, n how big she is gonna grow in just a few decades took my breath away... how cld such a small fragile thing grow so big n strong??

hmmm... how more beautiful cld existence get!

you

We, on a broader perspective, enter this life with nothing n depart it with nothing... but what makes our lives worthwhile to live during this time in between are the people that we come across... look at it this way! millionaires are not gonna try earning so much if it really didnt matter much to others how rich they r... success is just a matter of comparative study... I, for one, care a damn about the society... frankly, TO HELL WITH THEM... though i do have sense enough to realize that i am society to so many others... but even if i had a shroud of consideration for this system, it is solely bcoz of those who r really near n dear to me...

Everyone has shortcomings... n so do i! n that is my ability in always failing to express how i truly feel about those that r near n dear n matter a lot to me...

This post is for those people who have not only been in my life but have also managed to make a considerable change in it... i accept am def not in contact with each n every one of them... but still, their memories, sweet or bitter, have always taught me the different flavours of life n eventually have helped me add yet another dimension to the way ive looked at things...

Disclaimer: Thanks raji for this wonderful idea of urs, which am shamelessly flicking!

YOU: r the reason y am here... i have spent most of my time with u, an extra 10 months on that... u've been my constant source of support all the while... u even have proof of me using u as a punch bag from my age of 2... the amount of love n affection n care that u have showered me with all this while is one reason i even have an idea what real caring is all about... i might not have told u how much u mean to me... n i guess even if i tried i wldnt find those words... but being what u r, i hope u know the power of those unsaid words than being said afer all...

YOU: r again the reason y am here... ur ability to effortlessly juggle all ur roles in my life is par comparison... u r one person whom i constantly try to make me understand though u r the one person who has completely understood me... ur way of caring for me has always been different... but that difference has wat made me the person that iam today... u being the pillar of my life, i neednt even go out of my way to explain wat u r to me, for u urself know it... i wish i cld be exactly like u in a completely different way...

YOU: r my twin with quite an age gap... i dont know which one of us is eviler than the other, but thats wat i think, makes me look upto u... i feel u r the epitome of balance... n that very balance has helped me immensely to make my life wonderful... life without u is utterly unimaginable n i confess ive been fortunate enough to have u... i know i still follow u like how a puppy follows its mum sometimes... but yes, uve been more than a sibling n most so my friend...

YOU: r one of the very few that i connected with instantly... though i might still not know u completely, uve been the sister that i never had... am surprised how easy it is for me to share my darkest secrets with u as if we've known each other for decades, where it has just been a couple of yrs... ive learnt a hell of a lot from u which u might never realize... but, u r one person that i always look fwd to spend time with anytime, any day...

YOU: were my first official friend... we were in the same class from our KGs to class 9... wats more, we even shared the same rickshaw n were quite inseparable for sometime... i dont know y, but when there was a point in our school days where academics mattered most than anything else, i started sensing the gap that was falling between us bcoz u were the brightest in the class n i was scrapping hard to even pass... n imagine all those new friends around u... things did start taking its own course after a while n there were times we were loggerheads... n we r hardly in touch with each other now... but nonetheless, i still remember vividly so many of our conversations n the times that we spent together that it still makes me smile... u share a huge part of my childhood days

YOU: were the new girl in school... i have no clues how we started our first conversation... though i do remember u sitting in the first bench n lookin considerably lost... i guess we spoke during one of those sanskrit classes where our famous 'prof' was positively trying to make a big fool out of himself trying to impress the girls in his class or somethin like that.. but i do remember very well the first time u requested me n my friend whether we cld walk back home from then on... i never knew then that u wld be one of my best friends afterwards... wat fun it used to be, sitting on ur sofa n the 3 of us chatting non stop abt everything under the sun!? miss u!

YOU: were my first crush... i have nothing more to say abt u coz i knew nothing else abt u!

YOU: were my only ray of hope in class 10... that time when i shifted my school, i was even more lost than i rightfully shld have been... wat with the new environment, new culture n literally new everything... while i was thinking it was going to be a new beginning, i was right indeed... a splendid beginning for a nightmare... thanks to u, the blow was not as harsh as it mightve been... i consider a person is true when they stick around when there is no one else to... u did that to me...

YOU: were the anchor that saved a ship from crashing... or thats how i still see u... though i might not be open abt a few things, i observe the smaller things in life with quite an interest... a welcome hug cld by far be the most common thing on earth... but that day the hug that u gave me was equal to saving someone's life... i cld even call u my good luck charm! again, new friends n new lives change lots of things between friends... but am ashamed it has left a mark on ours too...

YOU: used to be my subject for contempt once upon a time... but now u r my bestt friend... one person who is more family to me than a friend... how many times have we spoken whole nights off? if i did have a sister, then it mightve rather been u... our tastes, our views n our very lives revolve around each other... unlike many others, we really dont have to be in constant touch to be close to each other... one call is enough to tighten our bond... i accept we might have whole lot of issues that r not discussed n that we r not pleased abt with each other... but thats makes u the person that u r n u r one of the most important ppl in my life...

YOU: were the crazy idiot that used to confuse me all the while in school... though things became as clear as crystal later, i wld never forgive u for confusing me so much!!

YOU: & i were very close during college... i thought u were one of those girls who were genuine at heart n hard to come by... wat made u think u shld betray me?! i still do feel i mightve been a tad judgmental n totally unfair in not hearing ur side of the story... makes me wonder whether wat i did was right afterall... or maybe wrong!

YOU: r a kid. u r mature. u r stupid. u r bloody clever. u annoy me to no ends. i dont know wat ill do without u... u end up talking me out of my blues n annoy me more in ur attempts to reach me that time. both of us r strikingly similar in 1 thing... our ability to be constantly in touch but not so much though to choke each other... we might be so close due to lots of reasons that i cant put my fingers on... but my life is definitely incomplete without u being there...

YOU: were the first person that i spoke to during that first morning at college... n i was the first spoken u spoke with as well... that day or even during our days in college, i never realised we wld get as close as we r now... reason being we werent in the same class n nor in the same group... we used to be bus mates n yes, how cld i forget our light music gang!? i guess we started knowing each other only after we passed out... i accept, u r my first self-confessed sweetheart! :)

YOU: were forever diplomatic... something i myself am most often... both of us admired each other for wat we were... u were forever calm n composed but super fun to be around... i wonder wat cld be done to make u lose that cool of urs n act like a normal person... someone that was being fought over by 2 people... consequently, it even ended up counting to 3 n then to my surprise 4... wat were these ppl thinking? :)

YOU: were the math teacher that i used to look fwd to being taught... i def am not understating ur skills as a teacher but u were somehow most unpredictable during those times... maybe, thats wat made me wonder wat u really were n even prompted me to invite u for our college cultural as a judge... we were good friends indeed but makes me wonder y u started acting funny...

YOU: were my colleague at office... the only girl other than me in the vicinity... i cant imagine my life in that place without u being there during those times... how cld i forget those matchstick games n lovely lunches? well... for the others tat might be surprised... thats exactly wat we did most of the times... now both of us r out n r in search of our destinies... but temme! when the hell r we gonna catch up for that coffee we promised each other!?

YOU: were the person of first times... though the way we met might be bizarre, it used to be an absolute roller coaster ride while we got to know each other... someone who taught me the meaning of happiness n joy with sorrow n hurt at the same time... all that while before, all those emotions remained quite superficial to me but i did manage to convince myself that it still is superficial indeed... time changes perspectives for nothing but patience as its payment, doesnt it? but that doesnt change the fact that no one else cldve taught me life better than u did, where i think it was already quite late i started learning what it was... am absolutely grateful for that, from the bottom of my heart!

YOU: came into my life through another college mate... surprisingly, another diplomat to the t that u r, we get along absolutely fine... the concept of ego is quite non existent in our case which is quite new to me... one thing that i always think abt when u come to my mind is home sweet home... we can talk about anything n everything under the sun from utter nonsense to super mind blowing concepts... being the fighter cock that i cld be sometimes, i still am mildly surprised that we havent fought even once till now (touch wood)... kudos to u!

YOU: r one absolute enigma! wat interests me most abt u is that i cant read u at all.. i do sometimes end up thinking that we r a lot more similar than i thought we were... of all the miracles in the world, i came fwd to make friends with u... n i absolutely am glad that i did... for one, ur support... two, ur frankness... three, the moron that u really r...

YOU: r quite a professional mentor n a dear friend... ive always appreciated intelligence, tact, goodwill n integrity... u r one of them with all that n more... if not for u, i may very well be running around without quite a sense of direction... but it really is not the brake that am concerned about, but the kind of exposure u managed to give me in that short while... ur modesty n diplomacy r somethings that i still am in awe of!

YOU: r someone that changes like water... water never remains the same during one time from the other... it keeps flowing from somewhere to the other, taking all kinds of shapes in its course to find the ocean... without water life on earth is impossible... without that you in me, i will never understand the reason y iam what iam... i mention u at the very end not bcoz i found u just now, but bcoz ill keep finding u every other second!

Ugly Ducklling

What difference does it really make whether u r a duck n be normal or be a swan n be extraordinary or remain an ugly duckling forever n be wierd!?

Does it even make a difference?

Whatever it may be, does it all not make a difference only when the other person sees? wld a blind man know or even care about the difference?

Then y do i care?!

Wow... Failure!

Whats with failure n all the negative vibes that is associated with it...

Failure is an instance where the required skill, effort or intelligence were more or less insufficient than what is required to finish the goal 'perfectly'.
[Perfection is again a relative term... it is impossible to coin the term perfection! Many ppl might say its a state of zero fault but we could rather say its just the highest embodiment of something n there is nothing beyond that... call it heaven if u want to :)]

The game is all about probability (the math enthusiasts might find it easier to follow)... u either win it or lose it... is there anything in between? NEVER! It is all split into 50%... Everything n everyone is given an equal chance.. no partiality in the game of life...

If success is the pinnacle of life, then it requires a tailor made recipe.. a recipe that would work only with one person... its more similar to our mobile numbers...

For example, If one wants to dial the number 98840-12345 ( kindly avoid dialing this number, it connects u to the 'hutch care' executive) he/she has to dial each n every digit right... if even one number is changed we might end up reaching the wrong person, or such a number might not even exist... something as simple as a phone number in our lives requires its own level of perfection.. n we do it as a matter of fact everyday n even find short cuts to do so.. wld it be so difficult to dial those numbers of success in life?

Thats when the factor of failure comes in... according to me, failure represents the other half of the life system... an equally beautiful version... By failure i not only mean commercial failure but personal failures too! The B word that might send jitters down...

I would be lying if i say 'i hate success' coz thats what am working for, but am most cautious about it... I would again be lying if i say 'i love failures' for i would obviously want to avoid my mistakes, but i end up learning the most out of them...

Failures for one teach us... the small ones might affect us as much as an ant bite or for some, even negligent.. the medium ones wake us up n the big ones shake our roots... but at the end of it, we learn a lesson... to put it better, we HAVE TO learn the lesson... just that the tinier it is, the easier to come out of it, but as the deed gets postponed, the intensity just rises...

Failures also build in the so far non-existent fire! the fire to prove everyone n everything wrong that called us a failure! The fire to make them shut up for life! The fire to break every shackle there is n learn what it takes to be there... what it takes to taste it...

Y does one wanna be successful? But whats up after tasting it? The truth is, all of us r in search for happiness... anything n everything that one wants has an end result of happiness...

U want money, I want love, he wants success, she wants recognition... but y do all of us want that something? It matters so much to us bcoz we think that the particular end result has the ability to provide us with the happiness we r searching for! But what after u get the money n i get the love n he gets the success n she gets the recognition... does happiness stay? A deeper strive for happiness is begun afresh... A chase again.. happiness here is chased n not chosen!

Real happiness lies not in the accomplishment, but what all it takes to accomplish it... the toil, the fear, the sufferings, the pressure, the thoughts put in... simply put, the hard n the smart work! A number of well learnt failures is the path way for success... n success gives us happiness...

So y should one be vary of failures when they cld be the key to our happiness? The whole meaning of our lives?!

Finally, there is really no point in worrying abt our numerous failures, big or small, for they r tagged 'Past tense'... instead its all a way of life n a sure sign that success is not too far away!

Let us all give a toast to the not-so-enthusiastic-but-the-most-essential-split-of-our-lives!

Hail Failures!

For what they teach us... for what they make out of us... n finally, for what they r to us!

I wanna Move It Move It!

I was watching the movie "madegasker" last night.... Awesome is the word.

The characterisation, the animation, the script, the humour, the music n most importantly the story line were just right! Neither too much nor too less...

The movie revolves around 4 friends in the Zoo in the new york city... A lion (Alex), A zebra ( Marty), A hippo ( Gloria) n A giraffe ( Melman ).

What does the Zoo provide them?
1. Food (The best there is)
2. Water (Unlike our good ol' chennai. they dont seem to have a problem anyway)
3. Shelter (Intact with heaters n treadmills n well... cages!)
4. LIME LIGHT (The human factor that makes most of us tick)

Everyone except Marty loves the zoo for the stability that it provides n have no clues what they really are meant for. Alex roars on the Podium, Marty runs around with all his stunts, Gloria swims beautifully n Melman... well.. he is just a health freak! They do all this primarily to entertain the kids around!

But as the story goes, as per Marty's wish, they do end up in the wild one day... Marty, Gloria n Melman being herbivorous cope up with the shelter n the leaves n sea weeds that the island has to provide... Alex on the other hand, being a predator, wants steak... n the best part is, he doesnt realise that Marty, his best friend, is actually his steak!

The part in the wild life is what i really liked bcoz, the animals come to realise what they really are meant for n what they r in reality!

After a point, the human element sets in again, where Alex is guilty trying to make Marty edible! But Marty still goes to him n revives the friendship...

They live happily ever after (in the island) is all the story is about!

Finally a mix of reality (if u care to notice it) n real-illadhe-ty!

Not to forget the "Cute n cuddly" Penguins n the squirrels! was rolling on the floor laughing!

A movie that shld be watched atleast once!

Nee!

Its all a roller coaster ride,

The downs n ups forever take turns!

Who made me realise it?

NEE!


Who came forward to help me when i was beaten?

Who gave me comfort while i needed a shoulder?

Who gave me the fire to carry on with life?

NEE!


I dont ask much out of people,

Coz i know not many, who cld grant my wishes,

But i came fwd to ask n who granted them?

NEE!


Who told me that its never the end?

Who made me smile when no one else could?

Who made me feel Iam what Iam n Iam the best at it?

NEE!


You were born with my conscience,

You were brought up by my soul,

You would also die with me,

You are ME!

Climaxaaye Namaha!

Disclaimer: This is just an attempt to reinforce an already popular theory... rather the other half of the belief system... this certainly does not constitute anything that i might believe or not believe in...

Here goes the epilogue for my previous post "God: Hand Made; Man Made" by popular demand... an attempt to explain the climax...

To begin with, this brain storming was just the immediate effect of an interesting concept i came across a while back... the concept of 'who delivered who'!

Taking that into consideration ( read the previous post before u proceed ) it is quite logical to argue that what stays back is what has been delivered... the intention of the whole process at a macro level makes one conclude what has been truly delivered!

By popular belief, thanks to the various religions n their myths, it is believed that a truly omnipotent God created all of us. The reason behind that cld very well be a case of convenience, which potentially answers all the unanswerable questions n well.. am no atheist to say there is no God (my belief system varies quite a bit n i find this is no time to discuss that right now)

But there also is the other half of the belief system... that the whole concept of God was created by Man n only by Man ( Cats n dogs n pigeons dont worship do they?)

So according to the theory 'who delivered who', we concluded no matter who made the delivery, the one that stays back is what has been delivered! Dont u think in the case of Man n God, the one that enters this world n also makes a prompt exit is Man? n after he leaves, the one that supposedly stays back is God?

So if what stays back is what has been delivered... n since the concept of God does stay back... then Man delivered God!

Yen Pechil Pizhai uLLadho Shuvaaamii????

God: Hand Made; Man Made

The calling bell rings.. beconing someone, anyone to answer the door...

The door opens n there stands the delivery boy with a package in hand to be deliverd...

What happens next is familiar... the package is collected, sheets signed and the door is closed..

But in reality who delivered who??

The delivery boy delivering the package is common logic... After all he did all the work from procurring the package, driving it from one place to another n giving it to the person concerned... n most importantly he is the package delivery boy!!!

But even the package could have delivered the boy right?? Both the package n the delivery boy reached the destination at the same time... for without the package n the address on it, the boy wouldnt have reached there afterall...

So how do we conclude???

We could say the difference lies in the intention... whichever stays back is what has been truely delivered! Since everytime the package stays back, we take it for granted that the delivery boy always delivers...

So if what is said above is true, then Iam saying Man Made God!

True or true enough?!

A thing is not high if one could reach it,

It is not great if one can reason about it,

It is not deep if one can see its bottom!

Your saying to me "I do not understand you" is praise beyond my worth n an insult u do not deserve!

Oh baby...

I love to watch children... The way they look, the way they walk, how they carry themselves, their thoughts, their jabber... everything... the world that they live in is what every saint aspires to live in sometime...

eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, laugh when feel like laughing n cry when there is a need to... everything learnt is play n everything done is fun... the words failures n success dont even exist in their dictionary...

they would try a 1000 times to walk n wouldve failed all those times... but their tiny hearts just trust they would eventually walk n one day they end up walking as well... they also learn to run, jump, hop, skip, crawl in the bargain... the process of learning is fun n there is no thought to the end result!

I recently noticed that my emotional temperment is so much similar to what a 3 to 4 months yr old baby goes through...

while playing, the baby tries to scratch its head n end up holding a lock of hair... it would even continue playing for sometime with one hand... but during a point reality dawns that the other hand is not in play... so instead of relaxing the fingers a lil bit it would start holding the hair tighter n try releasing the fingers which obviously wont work... it would keep trying harder n also get hurt while the fingers relentlessly keep pulling that shock of hair... they cry n cry n cry not knowing what to do... hearing it, the mother rushes to its side n teaches it to unhold n relieves the pain!

But frankly, guess am worse than the baby... when the baby doesnt know how to unhold, it atleast knows to cry for help... what do i do when i neither know to unhold nor to cry for help?

:)

Am feeling just awesome... more than awesome rather... am feeling my best! A feeling that things r happening as they ought to happen n when one's trust is put on something very deeply, its not wasted after all...

Iam really really thankful for the good things happening to me in this life n in the lives of ppl around me as well!!

Thank God!

Monkey Land!

I wish i was in the monkey land

The place where i was born!

The monkey kissed me on my chin

N said Goodbye to me!


I wililish I walalaas in the mololonkey lalaland

The palalace where alalai was bololorn!

The mololonkey kililissed me ololon my chililin

And salalaid Goodbalalaye to meleelee!


A little girl was passing by

A lady stopped to see!

She bumped herself along her back

And put the blame on me!


A lililittle gililirl was palalaasing balalai

A lalalady stololopped to seeleelee!

She bululumped herselelelf alololong her balalack

And Pululut the balalame on meleelee!

U & I... In This Magical World

I believe in magic. Not one that requires fairies n elves, pixies n potions, castles n wands. I believe, quite simply, in the magic of life. There is magic everywhere...

I found magic in that girl walking towards me on the road. She was tiny with hardly enough skin to cover herself… there were several packets of ear buds n a few yellow mull cloths in her hand with eyes full of hope… That hope I realized was magic! I didn’t even let her go on with the usual ‘yekka, yekka! Pasikkudhu kaa!! Kaalailurundhu soru thingale kaa’ routine but bought the cloth immediately! Her hope that she would get something in return for what she had to offer was enough to stir that magic inside me!

I found magic once when the doctor asked me to look at the night sky after wearing my spectacles for the first time… I gasped when I saw so many stars n realized all of them were ‘round’! Till date, I always make time in the nights to watch the stars!

I find magic in waves… Especially after the tsunami… Its amazing to witness the control of the ocean, when all it takes is just a few minutes to gulp a city that was thriving with life seconds earlier… Pure Magic!

I find magic when ppl smile! Just that slight curve from the lips of a loved one is enough to make a magic potion to make anyone face anything… All those smiles r so precious n so many of us r so lucky to have it in abundance that we take it for granted…

When I look deeper, I find magic woven still deeper into all of us! All our emotions r magic… it’s a miracle to feel something… be it pain or pleasure! Anyone could define an emotion but not how those emotions feel and y we even feel them!! N that’s just the tip of the ice burg…

I feel am magic being a part of this miracle…

So as hutch goes…

“You And I… In This ‘Magical’ World”

Yesterday Was Over Yesterday

Our past has left us a long time back; yet most of us continue to carry it in our heads and continue to be affected by it... U can help a person caught in the jaws of a crocodile. But how do u help a person who thinks he is caught in the jaws of a crocodile, while all he has is just the picture of a crocodile under his feet? The past has no reality except in the memory in which it is processed!

Nothing is a greater retardant to growth than the burden of the emotional baggage of the past... Yday was over yday n thats the reality... Today is a new day... Today is a new beginning n this is the reality... When that reality is accepted, guess our sufferings will cease instantly... 'Yday was over yday' is not an intellectual understanding. It is about emotional acceptence...

To unburden ourselves from the past, dont we need to offload our emotional baggage first? The trouble with emotional baggage is that it gives one scratched spectacles to view the world... When the spectacles r scratched, everything we see appears to be scratched too... There is an incapability of seeing life as it is n its seen only through the experiences of the past... Our past is more of an experience that we rqd to gain this maturity rather than a source of hurt n agony...

No point in living like a psychological antique... dont make life an imposition... let not our days be photocopies... our pasts exists nowhere except now, here in our own memories... Its time to wake up from this psychological slumber... What is the point in wasting another drop of tears on the past? Let every cell of our body reverbate... Yday was over yday... Let us draw a line to the past...

Carrying is an effort!

Dropping is a decision!!

Many of us have been labouring over our emotional baggage... Lets make a decision n drop it...

The person we will become in life is waiting for us in the future!

Nonsense at random!

The Devil should be destroyed! But if it is, would anyone seek God anymore? So when u destroy the Devil u destroy God!! So Devil n God becomes 1!?


Y cant materialism and spiritualism go hand in hand? Y is there a divide between the body n the soul?? If materialism is the home n spiritualism the master; is there any use of having a home to live in without a master or an empty house with the master living in it?


The highest peak gets to be the lowest valley


Education n knowledge r 2 different terms. Education is what one learns n knowledge is what one applies.


Stop using The Sun as a metephor for hard work! The earth truely does all the work..


Thanks to the Britishes to have ruled us for a while! Who else wouldve got in sundays but for them??


Some ppl say they r under a diet but i think they r off by a 't'!


Isnt fear also a kind of belief? Belief that nothing would go right!


Without ugliness there is no beauty!


Clinging to happiness drives it away faster than ever..


A river is the only thing to defy time. It remains the same everyday but changes every second! Its everywhere from the beginning to the end of its journey at the same time!


A coolie with daily wages goes to a movie to forget all his troubles n enjoy the movie! The producer of that movie suicides... Ironical!


A room with 4 walls is just a tomb! A samadhi! What gives it meaning is the place where there is no wall. A pot becomes useful not only because of the mud that it is made of, but also of the space where there is no mud!


Being a humourist is the most serious business!

Tu To Do!

1. Quit this job ASAP

2. Learn car driving

3. Stop Postponing things!

4. Start looking out for classes in western n hindustani vocal!

5. Enrole myself for 'salsa'! or well... a normal dance class is also absolutely fine

6. Rearrange my room. Loads of books piled up high n no space... So intending to rearrange

7. Buy new curtains n bedspreads (U cld add adjectives like nice n COLOURFUL!)

8. Make a life changing decision (Whether to stick with my curls or go for extenzo)

9. Wanna Meditate regularly

10. Go for a trek

11. Finish the book 'Where my friend, lay u hiding?' given to me by a good friend!

12. Finish watching atleast the 1st season in F.R.I.E.N.D.S

13. Keep up with my self induced 'rev-up' sessions!

14. To start being my usual cheerful n postive self again!

15. Start proper sightings n kadalais! (So far the best in the list :P)

Gitanjali

Ive never been into poetry... Frankly, never liked them much... But one of these days i happened to chance upon one of Rabindranath Tagore's greatest works.. Gitanjali..

A few of them even managed to bring out a lone tear, which i never realised was inside me..

Pluck this little flower and take it. Delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seaking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that its perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

O Fool, to try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!

O Begger, to come to beg at thy own door!

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all, and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath. It is unholy-take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd, unknown to me, my king, thou didst press the signet of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.

And to-day when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature, I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, and the steps that I heard in my play-room are the same that are echoing from star to star.

When thou commandest me to sing, it seems that my heart would break with pride; and i look to thy face, and tears comes to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony - and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer i come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which i could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my Lord.

I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of they msic illumines the world. The life-breath of they music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and i cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

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What r we?

Human Beings...!!??

A living being having the capacity to do anything n everything?

A kind of mammal thinking it has always been and also would keep ruling the world?

An alien from some planet?

An organism which has millions n millions of lives living inside it?

Or just an ever so tiny spec of bacteria formed bcoz of the moisture on earth??



How r we here?

Is it bcoz of the proverbial chakra or cycle?

Or is it bcoz of that one strong sperm?

Or maybe did God think the -1 population without us was incomplete?

This could even be a dream! Maybe we r just a dream... A dream by ourselves or even someone else's dream..



What r we here for??

R we here to earn loads n loads of money, lead a luxurious life n own everything we'd ever dreamt of?

R we here to earn recognition n fame around the world or atleast among our ppl?

R we here to impress others with our riches n our fame?

R we here for the success or the money or both?

R we here just to keep proving ourselves to everyone n everything around?

R we here for the good of others? Rather for the good of the world?

R we here for love?

R we here to live for ourselves or for others?

HAPPY NEW YR!!!!! :)

Heyyyyyy Ppppppllllll....

Wish u all an awesome new yr!!!

k.. so time to update this space of mine n am not intending to leave with just a one line wish...

Talking about new yr... what is new yr all about?? Is it a matter of a few resolutions which more often than not, lasts for a few hrs? or is it just a ritual with a series of moves rehersed through years of practice?

From the time i understood what a new yr was, it has always been a ritual to wake up late on the first of jan n its Dejavu to see my thoughts always revolving around how soon the previous yr flew away n whether the coming yr would prove to be the same... but yes.. every yr, time just flies, pulling us into life as fast as it could!

Talking about the previous yr, 2006 was just amazing...

1. Brother got married... (n that looks like ages ago!!! :O )
2. So obviously an additional member in the family which according to me is quite a change n obviously welcome!
3. Broke quite a few rules... I guess this was the yr for too many '1'st timers.. ;)
4. Came across quite a few amazing ppl who managed to change my life n my way of thinking forever!!! Thank u to all of u :)
5. Atlast did the demo CD that was pending so long and distributed it around..
6. Been recieving calls ever since for recs... which is again a good start..
7. An yr which taught like no other both in my professional n personal front!

Hmmm... Gotta gut feeling i left out something important that happened... i shall update thy if it cares to strike me sometime...

So coming to the resolutions part... Honestly am never the kind to make resolutions dedicated for new yr n breakin em again... but this new yr there were many realizations than resolutions... At the end, we after all make all those resolutions to get that 'realization' in right?

The realization was living for the moment!! Fully n totally n with all fervour! The past n the future r just illusions... the present is the juncture making my past n my future real n thats exactly what i have to live for! This moment that iam living in was worried about by me yday.. n this moment would again be worried about by me tomorrow for not having lived it... with all these, life just becomes a wild goose chase not knowing what we r living for!

Cant help but remember this phrase from Bhagvad Gita, n for all the non tamilians reading this, sorry for the inconvenience!!

"Yedhu Nadandhadho Adhu Nandraagave Nadandhadhu
Yedhu Nadakiradho Adhu Nandraagave Nadakiradhu
Yedhu Nadakkevirukkiradho Adhuvum Nanraagave Nadakkum
Yedhai Nee Kondu Vandhaai? Yedharkku Nee Azhugiraai?
Yedhai Nee Kondu Vandhaai Adhai Nee Izhappadharkku?
Yedhai Nee Padaithirundhaai Adhai Veenaavadharku?
Yedhu Indru Unnudayadho, Adhu Naalai Mattroruvarudayadhaagum!
Matroru Naal Adhu Veroruvarudayadhaagiradhu
Idhuve Ulaga Neeyadhi"

The Translation goes like..

"Whatever that happened, happened for good
Whatever that is happening, is happening for good
Whatever that is yet to happen, would also happen for good
What did u bring with u? Y do u cry?
What did u bring with u to lose?
What did u create for u to have wasted it?
What belongs to u today would belong to someone else tomorrow
Another day it would belong to anyone else
This is the universal truth"

This phrase has made me live so much more in peace! :)

So thats about it Folks... Good Night!