Wednesday 31 October 2012

A day dream at Bangalore

Grabbed my laptop with puffy eyes ,the pain in my eyeballs still remains after loosing proper dreams in my bed .A end to end meet with the soul who is closer to my heart ,who  weaves a living so poetic ,romantic.Never  to go in haste,its not my boyfriend but my girlfriend.I just love to take the full incharge of dropping her in Airport till she shakes hand with her sibling at pune.We felt solid 24 hours can satisfy the CM(chief Minister) but not two crazy souls (Me & Subha).
    Wherever we get time to grab lunch,brunch ,our mouth and tongue goes in the direction of gags,ecstasic talk.we learnt the art of making people around us as the contemporary dramtist of the era.I gained the energy which I lost before four years in a single day.Its a grand walk started as early as 5:30 A.M and halted with full compulsion around 12 A.M in the night.
 Touching the heights of Lord Shiva at Murugesh Pallaya,evolving as a prankster where none is left from our eyes,filling the feedback form with essays after essays,measuring roads with painbearing feet along with the talk of getting a filmy husband made us a crazy creatures of the day,tempted people to give chauvinistic look on us.But "who cares"?
 In an era where many relationship fades away like dark colours washed away from threads,I felt this as a magic magnetic force between two souls who shared chocolate licking wrapper .Certain stuff gives strange feel and dont know why we do,I heard somewhere that defines to be genuine love.Still crazily in love to 

Monday 29 October 2012

talk of the week-Ragigudda Temple


Temple visit is one of the beautiful feel I adore,can be anjali for Sai on Thursday or "om namo narayana" chant for Sri Balaji on Saturday with Tulsi leaves, or even a candle light for Christ on Sunday,till now Iam evolving each time when picking certain facts from each.As I do have always some attraction towards Balaji,somehow I will make sometime on saturdays amidst other stuffs.This week we felt like exploring some other new home of Balaji,hence my friend came up with Ragigudda.More than the fact of faith "a feel which shouldnt be questioned",Iam crazy in hearing stories plastered with the spot ,as each sthala has some rituals.Without a question,human brain does, really I exclaim for it.
After couple of hours of travel from Kundanahalli to Ragigudda,we reached the temple ,it says "Iam ancient to the core" in all sign boards where kannada letters alone been seen till the shrine.The speciality of temple architecture  is ,common hindu god and goddess sitting  in the plains and Ram-Sita ,Hanuman ,Siva sitting at the top of a hill.The story behind the name is "Ragi-heap of grain transformed to pillar of faith".I could feel a good vibration at the top of hill where complete karbagraha reverberating with sanskrit mantras.Each time ,temples remind me "my  roots are always here" .

dreaming again for native drink - Pathaneer



Longing for this heavenly native drink "pathaneer" extracted from sweet palm trees of deep south.I just remembered about this drink yesterday in a park while having weekend chat with my friends ,tissing my tongue with its inborne taste.It has its own medical benefits,but I dont want to become a nutritionist by explaining it all here and I dont want to make my blog to look like "tidy girl's slate".Serving it in sweet palm leaves by vendor "anna" in the midway of longride makes the day interesting,how hectic it could be .
P.S:For this summer,its entered into my To-do list.

Sunday 28 October 2012

Blood Diamond - Survival of the fittest



        Still Iam writing about movies ,though I got kind advise from my friend to suspend movie reviews for sometime  and to resume with book reviews,cant help it "Iam addicted again".A movie which Iam wishing for it long  time "I should have watched".Finally happened this weekend.Such a mindblowing concept which ought to be watched.A sensitive story line weaved fantastically with people who can live one more life in the screen.
       As I have already shared,Iam one more fan of "Leonardo" I had a wish to finish all his movies hence I landed up with Blood Diamond.Dialogues are thrown in such a way,making a spectator to think about it in depth one more time.Africa,is rotated in all scales.A continent raped for its resources.Demand,supply concept fueling indirectly for its war ,modern imperialism,ticket for survival,loss of intangible things for the hardest survival,multi facets are pictured as solid it can be.
      Leonardo's 'huh" accent and actions penetrate the movie throughout.Jennifer Connelly,made justice for being a journalist .Hounsou ,took tremendous effort to show the feel behind black skin.I love those lines "people are just people".Its a n time watch movie,nevertheless definitely one time watch needed .

Friday 26 October 2012

When wedding gown burns


Long Long ago in a kingdom,
Princess longing and living for a wedlock.
With her iris glittering with
The portray of storybook wedding.
Might be a cindrella,Snow-white.

Time rolled,rolled,rolled on
Standing in the feet of singles.
Wedlock personified as deadlock.
Zombies are roaming around
Bewildered by "wedlock".

Here no cindrella lives to fill her shoulders
With possibilities and responsibilities.
She buys her boots and slippers of her own
Living in the luxury of friends all around.
In her castle built in the air by her own.

Dreams and wishes do much evolved,
Not in need of a prince to sooth her.
But a jetplane ticket with couple of friends
To chillout in the far island for a summer
For a fortnight trip in her toes.

Wishing for a dance floor in the late evening
And spectators to hear her lawsuit in  morning
This is how cindrella lives now after the happy ending
A comma followed by They lived happily ever after
striking the 'they' to 'she' lived joyfully ever after
                                                            -Sathya Balakrishnan

                                       

Wednesday 24 October 2012

joy of giving


          Right now lot of past are faded as  present is joyful and future is under construction.At times I swing to the past ,when tearball starts emerging from the luxury of some triggers,I would usually comeback to present.After all any mode of time,finally boils down to simple reactions in our face.When my friend "Dhiva" asked me "why not about the past",I literally had no answer.Till now I dont know why.Now I started to dig into the past which still lives in my mind.A gift which still remains close,closer,closest to my heart.Pair of golden fish and a fighter .


I have never been with pets,neither got a chance nor I wish,but  I wanted to present a souvenir for one of my closefriend who is a petfreek (a person who can walk casually with scorpion) hence my visit to aquarium,as four leg creatures will annoy me for sure before I present it to him.Zero knowledge on pets,selected pair of golden fish,jet black fighter ,tied it up in a pack with oxygen aerated water for creatures to swim.Next headache was about my friend's arrival who loves roaming even with a beggar if he is free.Around couple of hours I spent with those fish,I rejoiced my time.I loved it when they did round shapes with tiny mouth.
  Just couple of hours created intangible element "some feel" with those pets.I felt bit sad ,when gifting it to my friend,veiling it in smile,afterall its120 bucks  when I was in college,it still worth remembering .

The best gift I ever had given ,though thousands of bucks spent now in souvenir.

My square to round

                 I use to start a week trying to be in square but by the end it becomes round,imperfection lives in all corners of my room and blood.When a month starts,I might  start with yoga class where morning wakeup by 5:30 A.M makes me feel like "I reached Everest",but still in bed with dreams of burning calories .Walking all streets to be measured along with dogs ,sitting with triple sized aunties for asanas feeling inferior for "head stand asanas" and still more some,where it cant go still worser than with pain and sprain.
                 Again an office cushion to sit,thinking of adding some more novels in my basket,hardly few pages covered ,for a lad like me,even 48 hours will be spent like free flowing water in falls.Hell lot of time for laugh,mock,falling asleep,good chat,movies,some thrillers,chillers,I love it hence all these made me never lined,ordered,still cupboards welcome me with falling wardrobe.
                If I have a wish,its to be far,far away from the kingdom of IT world for one year ,spending exclusively the time how I want to.Still a worst writer,still a worst traveller,still a worst friend,still a worst gluton,obviously a worst daughter and sister.
            "Wishing for such time to show my worst,afterall, if a person sees best in you,no matter how worst you are"

nothing more to say - "IF"


                  Some poetry which makes my tongue to twist with "awesome" again and again .At the end of a scorching day where after having a hot talk with your manager,when nothing goes right with not even  a single choice for taking left,boiling in your seat with the same monotonous work ,how do you feel when a senior teammate stares you in a way and asking "How are you" in mid of a day? I just started to surf for readymade pills ,hence "IF" by Rudyard Kipling.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
                                                       -Rudyard Kipling

"Beauty really lies in the eyes of beholder",I do accept as these lines are so beautiful than a crafted gold jewel.I really fall for those lines.

Monday 22 October 2012

pardon me for intrusion

    Intrusions are acceptable but not to the level of suffocation.In the name of any relationship,being  mom or  dad all have their own space of porosity."What to be done next" is the question of each individual but not the  question to be cribbed up by the relations clinged to an individual.At times Iam loosing the grip in Indian culture,where things are demanded to happen in the order of time.For the sake of been done ,as society demands something, cant be done.
  I came across a beautiful saying in "Tuesdays with Morrie" ,If we are not happy with culture,dont buy the culture.Than living for society bearing so-called tags,live for "yourself".To be married or to be single ,to pursue whatever a person likes should obviously dwell in the hands of an individual ,not in the tongue of whom soever tagged as relations.


Saturday 20 October 2012

Nothing odd than seven



              Title for this post might sound wierd,but Iam forced by my mind to tag this post with such a title.This movie made me not to come out of the climax for atleast ten more  minutes even after movie got over .As Iam a dialogue freek,Iam engrossed with the climax  line "If u shoot him,he will win".A complete American crime thriller,where couple of detectives, man of perseavearnce "Morgan FreeMan" -A person supposed to be made for proper synonym of being a detective and girls hero "Brad Pitt" -short tempered chap made a good combo like Butter and jam.
          With so many clues left tagged by the serial killer "David Joe" in his consecutive "five" odd homicides,our two detectives were so swift to hold his neck before his last target of two.All crime been weaven over "7 deadly sins" -"glutony,sloth,pride,lust,greed,envy,wrath.The last two shooked spectators chair with complete nail bite.Brilliantly said by the narrator "Walker" and kudos for the director "David Fincher" for making my nail wet.:) Perfect watch.
        


Friday 19 October 2012

Jute is cute





         One of the souvenir shop gifting "creativity" as their by-product out of all stuffs  "JUTE COTTAGE".Whenever I visit Jute cottage,never they failed to surprise me with new arrivals.Traditional stuffs like handweaven mat,PillBox,clay jewellery,max of jute stuffs blended in the way how teens like,from vanity bags to clay paperwait,makes a person to be shopaholic in Jute Cottage,a place to decorate you and your house as a "home".
         The price tag is good enough "reasonable" with paperbags to wrap around gifts-final touch,plastic free  shop which is seldom enough to see in India.From their slogan to presentation,its something to be spoken of.Person who loves antique collections and loves a tint of change in our root products will really love this souvenir boutique.Now Iam devoid of leatherbags when as strong fibre Jute is in air.

Most wanted?


Here is my recent favourite hero"Christian Bale"whom I adore.At times words should stop playing,hence I stop playing with it,just to feel.Sorry friends,resist the post,as its dedicated for me :)

                                                        Man in Black

                                          
                                                  Prestigious lines from Prestige


                                                      one more facet from million

     
                                                              Mr.Bruce Wayne


                                                       The world is a theatre,hence the dramatist

Any alien will be obssessed with Christian Bale, it's not who you are underneath ... it's what you do that defines you

Dhabba style


In our fun travel while exploring latitudes and longitudes of Karnataka,one punjabi 90's album made our ride with punjabi turns.Anyone who is in the partymood at Friday night will give some movements for "Gur Naal Ishq Mitha".I swear spectators can enjoy dhabba tune from this link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuLAcZtxzwM

PS:I was composing it with movements.Trigger for friday DJ is here.

Because I love it

Iam in musical floor today.Dont know why Iam too much involved into it ,might be the high quality ear phones borrowed from my roomie triggering the flow for it till mid 12.This is one other after waving-flag series stored somewhere in the beds of my brainfolds.Lyrics has some beautiful connectivity with me in person.Kelly Clarkson -"time for a complete bow".Splendid lines standing out of the box.Time to plugin earphone .


Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreamin' of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could breakaway

[chorus]
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Da da da'd da da
Da da da'd da da
Da da da'd da da da da

[Verse 2:]
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get on board a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And breakaway

[chorus]
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget all the ones that I love
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

[chorus 2]
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye, gotta
Take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway


PS:I heard in air,casted in the movie "Princess Diary".yet to be watched.Just,just loving it .

Because I like


Next song in my list ,from one of the top hit of "Ilayaraja" which makes me to give a baring smile for few lines.Its in one of those middle aged tune which lives as evergreen  amidst many souls of the deep south portraying the perfect smell of motherland when this couple sits up at overseas, which I share it with pride.I have tried my best to translate it without smerging the touch which it gives in native language.Sorry native friends If I smerge it anywhere.Kudos for Ilayaraja and to ramraj(actor) to make the screen presence as colourful as it could be with colourful shirts and its lipstick match :)

Sorgamey endralum athu nam ooru pola varuma
Athu yennaadu yendralum athu nam naatukkidaa aguma
Pala thesam muluthum pesum moligal tamizh pol inithidumaa

Eng:
Any Heaven  cant give the feel of my land,
Any nation never equals mine
No language taste as sweet as Tamil


Yeri karai kaathum yelelelo paatum
Ingey yethum ketkavillaiye
Paadum kuyil sattam aadum mayil nittam
Paarka oru soallai illaiye
Vettalaiye madichu maaman athai kadichi
Tuppa oru valiyillaiye

Oadi vanthu kuthichi munggi munggi kulichi
Aade oru oadai illaiye
Ithu ooru yenna ooru nam ooru romba mel
Ade odum pala kaaru veen aadambaram paaru
Oru dhaagam theerka yethu morru


Eng:
Breeze from lake, tuned with native hum
is nowhere in air.
No trace of lush green meadows echoing
Cucukoos chirp,peacocks dance.
Native romance misses its facevalue
without the tint of  spicy bettles
No more trace of canalflow to bear a good swim
Luxury pays for hyperlife
Never to quench thirst with native drink 

Maadu kannu meikka meiyirathu paarka
Mathavelli inggu illaiye
Aadum puli aatham pottu vilaiyada
Arasamaram medai illaiye
Kaalai rendu putti katta vandi otti
Ganam paade vali illaiye

Tozhigalai alaichi solli solli rasichi
Aatam pode mudiyalaiye
Oru yenthirathapola ade ingey ulla valkai
Ithu yenggey poi solla manam ishtapada villai
Nam ooru pola ooru illai

PS : Highlighted lines are lines which are still more  closer to my heart.These lines used to bring a homely feel though Iam far from soil ,which cant be explained :).

Wednesday 17 October 2012

Love-Breakup-Moveon


                  I hate at times when people speak too much about love.The term "love" is one of the word which gets great hit in english I guess.Its a plain,simple affection which we plaster over any being not only a girl,boy ,might also with random Tom and dick ,puppies and pushys.Anything if it overwhelms it boils down to nothing more than  poison,I heard in air.
                 After a talk with one of my pal,Iam surrounded with many questions,If a person is not obssessed with things too much ,can he/she comes out of so called "break up"  easily,else,is it a question of time(proportionality rule) more time you spend with a person ,it takes as much to come out of it.If all these switches fail,some memories should be stuck always for the matter of a lesson,afterall things happen for an experimentation .
                One good remedy is Alzhemier's disease,forgetting all acts of past ,quite funny but chances are seldom.I believe in the fact of Proportionality rule.To be practical is always good,a generation with the basement of "breakups" and "move-on" rather finding dead bodies of Laila,Majnu.Meeting clean-shaved faces after a good break-up.

The jewel robbery at grand metropolitan-A good sit with Hercules

     Kudos for Hercules poirot,my recent hero but who lived many years ago in Christie's  list of novels.Should I give a plain round vooow for those grey cells resided in Agatha Christie reflecting in Hercules Poirot,the aristocratic detective.In this sketch,Hercules is in another air to reveal out the jewel theft.
        This sketch is somewhat close to my heart as because of the perfection not missed in any line.Countable characters made me to live the story as a spectator completely ,if not I have the problem in remembering names untill and unless sketch remains lengthy with n-times repetetion of names.Personally I love this one too close.Mr & Mrs Opalson,chambermaid,Frenchmaid and our alltime "wanted" characters Hercules Poirot and Captain Hastings.
      Its a plot not to detect a crime,but a theft.By the time Mrs Opalson,who loves to showcase the desire to gold rather than its craft,went to bring one of her favourite necklace,the scene happened.Poirot guided the inspector to boil down with right thief.The timing measurement for an act to be feasible or not adds spice to it.The mark of the box in an undusted empty room adds the second clue and the tactic he used to get fingerprint from chambermaid made this play a cherishing one.
     My mind starts to think in lateral direction when I sit with Hercules Poirot.I love to spend somemore time with you dear "Hercules poirot".

Tuesday 16 October 2012

The affair at Victory Ball-Agatha christie


           Unlike a monthly casual visit to crossword,today I made a purposeful visit to crossword to fill my monthly list fueled  up by my one amidst the best pal.The first hit is so obvious ,world's favourite story teller's piece -"Jeffrey Archer" as my plan for the month is to be completely obssessed with his letters and to leave none of his masterpiece unturned.The choice in my bucket will be revealed later .
  
          Then comes my favourite crime thriller "Agatha Christie" and I hunted 50 stories as a whole for a big fat money.At seldom,after a good spent I used to make my mind to engineer thoughts- money " just papers".When I feel the smell of unturned pages of my favourite story tellers masterpiece lying  in my couch with a light music ,it worth awesome "feeling  heaven on earth".

           Hercules Poirot ,The Belgian refugee ,retired inspector is the hero whom christie engineered for his work.An aristocratic,having little grey cells in mind.Person who loves things in square rather than round.All these lines I just loved the way she threw.
            
            The plot of the play is to detect whether couple of crime is accidental or out of coincidence.Hercules poirot made a close look in a land of so-called "vision bearers" where the magic number is 5 and not 6 members in the party.The murder of Lord Cornshaw and his girlfriend inspired to have too much doping by Davidson made the show to stand still till I read the climax.Hence one crime is a murder and the next,an inspired murder .Its the way how he had a close look at Ball's constume brought the bag revealed.

          Waiting for one more night to turn the next story in his store.



Friday 12 October 2012

lyrics beat


    Sorry dude and dudette,as this song is not been translated in english and I dont want to do that as the feel which it provides in native language will be smerged.Its one of those masterpiece in my ears by MuthuKumar "Tamil Lyricist".The first line of this song just makes me to feel Imaginations too can be garnished as like Ice toping in a cake.Really I can feel the sign of rain ,in my eyeballs....

Mazhai varum arikuri, en vizhigalil theriyutheManam indru nanaiyuthe, ithu enna kaadhala ? saadhala?
Pazhagiya kaalangal, en paarvaiyil viriyuthe
Paadhaigal naluvuthe, idhu yeno yeno?

Un thoalil saayumbodhu, urchaagam kollum kangal
Nee engae engae endru unnai thedi thedi paarkirathu
Unnodu pogum bodhu poo pookum saalaiyaavum
Nee engae endru ennai keta pinbu vaadididudhe

Mazhai varum arikurii,
en vizhigalil theriyuthae ..... (repeated)

Ariyadhoru vayadhil vidhaithathu…ohooo oh oh ohooo oh
Athuvaagave thaanaai valarnthathu… ohooo oh
Pudhidhaai oru poovum pookaiyil..ohooo oh oh ohooo oh
Ada yaaradhai yaaradhai parithatho? ohooo oh .

Un kaal thadam sendra vazhi paarthu naanum vandhene
Athu padhiyil tholaindhadhadaa

Naan kettathu azhagiya nerangal ohooo oh oh ohooo oh
Yaar thanthathu vizhigalil eerangal ohooo oh
Naan kettathu vaanavil maayangal ohooo oh oh ohooo oh
Yaar thanthathu vazhigalil kaayangal ohooo oh

Intha kaadhalum oru vagai chitravadhaithane
Athu uyirudan erikuthudaa!

oh ...........oh ..oh

P.S: Its a simple plaintive song,dedicated for the "first line" nothing more than that.


Make things happen


 Some facets of "make things happen" the sentence which I truly believe nowadays.I desperately wanna showcase different samples of "Make things happen"

 

                        
                                       
         
                                            

At times I believe in the fact which sounds ridiculous "Repetetion will add energy for the mass and make it to happen" .As per my philosophical guru Paulo Coelho "If you want something ,whole universe conspires you in achieving it"

piece of story from a friend


     Iam a person who is touched by words rarely.Those pieces of words heard in air from my friend touched me ,hence the share.We were in between cribbing talk after a long boring one more day in IT.My friend putforth a question "when our island will come to just just get out of this herd?",I can rephrase it as "When better time will spark?" as All good things should end and better things begin.
    One more story-teller of my flat,started with a story .Here it goes in the flow.A cribbing,sobbing guy went to an astrologer or so called sooth-sayer,to predict his mere coming future.A simple question ,"when my Bad time halts,spring begins".Astrologer's reply was so sharp ,in another 6 months.Our Hero went to seventh heaven in a minute.The climax might be a punch,but its good to hear "Those 6 months are not meant for something to mark a fullstop,but its the time needed for your habituation,then you will be use to it"
          I dont know why I love this piece of story,just I loved it, might be the climate prevailed added up with the casuality of story teller."It takes time" is a simple assertive sentence but I swear it has sound meaning in it.

Tomb of faith-poem


Tomb of faith grew taller,tallest
With the  visible view of shining leaves
With shine and shine
Man seldom remembers  the fact
It’s a tomb with root ,but not in air

Its upto me,you ,  you and me
To choose a random name for him
My descendents fell in the feet of nature
And I landed up to fall in the feet of Idol
I seldom forget My roots are here and only here

But I owe you my pretty lady
Never and ever to go with the flow
Wherever I land up
Though mud splashes on face
My roots are here and only here

Never to deny the facts
Today’s polish corridors evolved
Out of  mud filled streets
Today’s multistore architecture
Evolved out of smoke painted antique home

Henceforth all streets I walked,
All idols I fell for tributes,
All faces in some “me” dwells
Landed me up nowhere
Except with the mindset of
A simple evolved human being

Saturday 6 October 2012

Waving Flag--calls me all times


Bowled out by waving Flag lyrics and its composition which perfectly suits my gadget now,henceforth goodies,so called baddies,third parties beckons me  here and then by WAVING FLAG by K'naan.Such a song where it makes each spik of bone and flesh to dance with enthu for the classic beat.Perfectly echoing voices of nation in need of freedom as "Freedom is not free" alltimes.


When I get older I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a wavin' flag

When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back, oh

Born to a throne, stronger than Rome
A violent prone, poor people zone
But it's my home, all I have known
Where I got grown, streets we would roam

Out of the darkness, I came the farthest
Among the hardest survival
Learn from these streets, it can be bleak
Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat

So we struggling, fighting to eat
And we wondering when we'll be free
So we patiently wait for that fateful day
It's not far away, but for now we say

When I get older I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back, oh

So many wars, settling scores
Bringing us promises, leaving us poor
I heard them say 'love is the way''
Love is the answer,' that's what they say

But look how they treat us, make us believers
We fight their battles, then they deceive us
Try to control us, they couldn't hold us'
Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers

But we struggling, fighting to eat
And we wondering, when we'll be free
So we patiently wait for that faithful day
It's not far away but for now we say

When I get older I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back, and then is goes

When I get older I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back, and then it goesAnd then it goes

And everybody will be singing it
And you and I will be singing it
And we all will be singing it

Thursday 4 October 2012

Hoysala kingdom-A visit back to history

                Iam so generous to wish "Gandhi Jayanthi" not because of my name or my action of showing respect to Vetron,but for the marvellous trip which droove me back to history,flashback of Hoysala dynasty at Karnataka,up above the hill trekking made to take a look over Jains.From the drive amidst paddy fields,river,lake everything as a whole remains so solid in its form.At times I feel some more pair of eyes are in demand,hence these times.

        After crossing 500 carved steps of mountain,behind leeches,nervous shake we reached the heaven,where the "Bahubali" Jain prophet dwells ,measuring the heights between sand and sky.A good drizzle and rocking bunch of friends will make this place  more than the life it has.The first jain temple on which I winked my eyes.
                                    
                                 Then our ride to HaleBidu (The ancient city for architecture) made us to roll back to our eighth standard,eversince from that time I got the meaning of Hoysalas here-"Man killed Lion".HaleBidu is just just masterpiece which stands as solid as it is before years and years.I just rolled eyes for the timespan of approx 200yrs for its finishing.With single soap stone man's finger has done so many miracles.Its the place where it reflected in my eyes,my roots are from here.Its always been a rich time for hearing stories with symbols.Now Iam just lack of words as sculptures spoke too much about themselves.Hence I silently sign off nothing more than a voooooow.