To a wonderful person from whom I cut away

Looking back, I wish to perhaps make a resolution on learning the art of getting along with people. I feel remorseful about the fact that I didn't quite communicate well with Chandana who was a close friend of mine once. I solely was the one responsible to break away from what I call the positivity of true friendship reflected by her. I really am not sure on if things would be the same like before and for that matter this very thought makes me feel hesitant to directly talk to her. But should there come a day if she would care to know on what went wrong at my end, I wish to say that I deeply regret my action of completely cutting her out and I wish her well wherever she is. 

Why the world needs Dr Kalam

To the one, who could pack his worldly possessions in two suitcases and yet, think beyond the realms
defined by  "richness".

To the one, who imbibed and taught the world, what the world would need to learn from India.

To the one, whose daydream, and nightmare was his vision to sweat so that India prospers.

To the one, whose life was his message.

To the one, who gave the word "Dream" its most dignified meaning,

If man is god's best creation, without an iota of doubt you probably would be the one he would hold close to his heart

Never again would we get to see a man who passionately loved his country and her humankind. Losing you meant loss of a wonderful human being and worldly citizen who passionately believed that righteousness in the heart, beauty in the character, harmony in the home and peace in the world is the need of the hour.

Thank You mighty heavens for scripting the existence of a man who taught the world the most dignified "way of life"

India will miss you. The world will miss you and of all, the mass of humanity in all its vastness will miss you.

Sir, It was a privilege and a much cherished experience to enjoy your company through your books, speeches and messages. Like everyone I pray and hope, you Return If Possible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guXkoXga0Qs

Oh my love- Where art thou ?

Keep calm my child
I am on my way,
To prove that you are not alone in this battle of yours

Keep calm my child
I am coming to you
To convince you that there are reasons to hope

Keep calm my child
I am here to help
To make you feel that we can lessen the pain when we do this together

Keep calm my child
I am here for you
To confirm you to your happy ways so that you know that hope is not to be hoped against

Keep calm my child
I have heard you
To prepare myself to take over your worries so that I continue to thrive on your happiness

Keep calm my child
I love you
To no bounds so that you continue to feel that life is a beautiful game that's just to be played

Back Home-Strong on hope!

Being able to express what you go through may at times seem a very herculean task especially when you feel mere words how much ever creatively and expressively deployed may actually not do justice to your inner feelings. It gets even tougher when you are trying to describe an event which took place in the past(in my case about an hour back!) and all you are left with is just memories of that event. You want to go over the process to magnifying that thought such that it converts to an emotion and takes over you completely. For the forthcoming few minutes I attempt to fake my present moment as I key in my words(with an occasional sneeze!)  by imagining myself walking along what seems to be a heavily jammed Marathahalli outer ring road. I get myself heavily drenched and all I see is a void hopeless look in the eyes of the bystanders waiting for their modes of conveyance(Divine intervention required badly!). Ive got about 4kms to cover amidst a vehicle population crisis!. My only sigh of relief is a petty shop where I head to, take my first few puffs and now relaxedly watch a side(perhaps the only one) of insanely fast urban India. I make conversation with the petty shop owner who answers my questions with a sense of indifference. Meanwhile my first cigarette gives away to the incessant rain and I am quick to get on with my second one!. Haha I have all the time in the world(atleast thats how I gotta think, for I enjoy my present!). Now I move on from there firmly determined. I encounter more vehicle traffic, more slippery sand and more rain!. I have an audio playing in my head; that of the climax scene from "The Shawshank Redemption" which goes "hope is a good thing. maybe the best of good things. and no good thing ever dies". Well folks as I make slow paces towards Marathahalli Bridge, there is nothing else I think of and I must admit the severity of the emotion I was holding onto inorder to key in this blog has died down. I did not require the audio tape once I reached Marathahalli bridge because that bit felt like something familiar; Like my normal routine every day. Well I am home. I hope to go to office strong and continue about engaging in my daily business(Divine Intervention required again badly!) or I may need to play my audio tape again!. If you have read till here, you may want to take a look at this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWJyI9OybWk

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Well to start with, I decided to hit Ongole primarily to experience a side of India I have never been to before(Of course Rafi in case you are reading this, Ismail's wedding did matter to me as well :)). I was all curious to know what I would come to brace myself for in the next 30 so hours time. As I key in my notes(two months after the trip!)recollecting a few images of the trip, I smile. I did find a lot of things fascinating. Probably it could be me yearning for new experiences. Those things you may get to do just once or twice in life, yet again have fresh memories of the same for a very very long time to come. It may not be awe inspiring as watching the Taj Mahal reveal its behemoth self, as you pass through the entrance completely transfixed or breaking down at the shrine of Lord Ayyappa at Sabarimala as a befitting climax to two weeks of fasting(Well a lot of people do better, I know!). But the people I got to meet, a boat ride into the Bay of Bengal, attending a muslim marriage ceremony, banter at the bus stand, tea break, and a lot more of beautiful memories I took back with me-Ongole was for a lot of reasons an unforgettable experience. Thank You Rafi, Chandana, Supriya and Seshu. Like how my roommate Mahesh often exclaims "You made my day!".I was here!

A special gift for that special someone!

Finally some inspiration to hit my page and key in  something...This  morning I did something which I have always considered  the most boring thing for a man to be involved in ... SHOPPING SAREES! ... One of those situations where your face puts up either of grimace/indifference .. Your sight sweeping through an array of multicolored, shining and big clothing material  with nothing evoking special interest, its not the best place you can find yourself on a Sunday ...

But that wasn't the case this morning..  The coming Tuesday, I go home ....I take with  me my special gift for my special someone .... It isn't about commemorating  fifty years of existence on planet earth...Nor is it a compulsive obligation that the person being close to you, she deserves a birthday gift on her birthday .... I have my own reasons ....Initially I thought, is it a "I owe you one thing?" for having spent sleepless nights and fighting my battles when I was going through a bad patch in life..You had your own set of inner foes to take on...But you have braved them....You have been my best teacher and best friend...Well this might seem like an entry you would come across in a small childs book.... But again with whatever I have experienced and expected for a very long time, it is you who fits in perfectly to the role of both best teacher and best friend in my books ... When I gift you a saree, I do not  want  to prove  that I have grown up, rather I would want you to know that you are the most beautiful lady in my life...You were the best thing that happened to me..I hope and pray that if I were to continue more sets of birth cycles on planet earth and given a choice, I have you in my life as my best teacher, my best friend and most importantly my AMMA !   

Investing Time!

Its been a while ! .... A long while .... Probably this time, it is to take my mind off the vicissitudes I have been dragged in due to work and a strong sense of loathsomeness I tend to develop towards my self and my world at times ... I admit I do get mood swings ... Strong indeed that they hit me very hard that it wrecks my mental framework transforming me to a very irritable cynic. I at once give up on the real self that I long to be. I give up on the force of life. Its a lot of persisting questions that haunt me. I wish to unlearn the bad.  

I value time regardless of whether it is mine or anybody else's. But at the same time I do succumb to the fears imposed by its unrelenting forward march that I prefer inaction/inactivity.  I have attained age to discharge responsibilities and at  the  same time "avoid" venturing into risks that "may seem demeaning enough". I owe a lot of things to a lot of people. But again this time, I ve worked  hard enough and have garnered enough experience to validate that these troubles are part and parcel of life. THE REVELATION OF THE  GITA!. It is a beautiful experience contemplating on the ideas. I can feel the message sinking in. I do not know where it is taking me, but I prefer to chug along. Let divine thoughts come from everywhere. Let me be the medium between cause and consequence, so that I don't claim either of these. This is one thing which I wish to share with the readers. I do not wish to expound on the individual shlokas, but I shall give it a good human effort to write on how we can identify ourselves with the relevance of  the message this beautiful piece of literature(this is a severe understatement!) conveys!.