skandagiri- trek to heaven

A beautiful christmas gift by Santa on 25th Dec,2013..ya ,its my trekking to Skandagiri ,located near chikballapur,Karnataka.Somehow a trekking group got formed where we just fit in.Its my second trekking experience after Chembra,Wayanad.
Iam connecting trekking with software projects which really goes in principles.
Break the task into granules.
Aim for a milestone which lies nearby.
Take generous help from people who passed through that way
Make a successful teamwork.
After we trekked for 3 hours ,such a splendid view which goes unexplained.I sat at the edge of cliff to view those half melted puffy clouds.
                                          Here goes the view

Its a must visit place where I saw heaven and sun very closer to me.

SITA

       Today I got some more time to think about Indian mythology and its characters,while Iam in the verge to finish the book SITA by Devdutt .He has done a good research on Ramayan to come out with this book SITA.She is still living in my eyes and Iam melted with the way how he has portrait her.Devdutt left no pages  from Kamba Ramayan to Valmiki Ramayan and those info snippets are available in each chapter,for people interested so much into its history.
         Author has given voice for all five sense creatures to Devas and Asuras.I had a feel like standing with those characters in the plot.He has tried all his best to give visual control along with his pencil sketches.He has potrait Sita as a daughter of earth,sister of trees,witty wife whose questions remain unanswered by scion of Raghu clan.As a whole Ramayan leaves a person helpless ,blaming karma which is easy to do for anyone and same for RAM.I found Ram as a person who uses his witty thoughts to reason those age old principles ,without bending it whereas,Sita is a person who cant take answers in the name of principles,which has paved way for complete story.
       

I liked this book without any expectation and it is more than my expectation,as Iam not from the background of mythology.Very beautiful read ,as I dont have the habit of judging books and authors .It created a curiosity to have a trip to Lanka to see all those historical places which stands as ruins now.In nutshell,Devdutt has done a modern art with age old paintings.
PS:Lot to know from Indian mythology

endrendrum punnagai

Yaaay....Watched all of a sudden "Endrendrum Punnagai" to come out of Monday blues.As Iam hardcore fan of  comedian "Sandhaanam" sharply hit the cinema hall by 6:30 P.M for 7 clock movie. Running comedy track is splashed all over the movie.I had the same jump ,which I had before 12 years ago while watching "lollu Sabha".Man of cute smile ,Jeeva and  tall man vinay made a good job where I saw a beautiful chemistry in the screen,though its manmade,artificial one.Cute and plain friendship between 3 friends from the standard first without a formal term sorry,thanks,please .A simple story where they used the technique of stream of consciousness in few places,which would be bit tricky to use in simple storyline .our slim sharp nosed Trisha,didn't have much to do except appearing like a moral science teacher ,who can alone tame the shrew.Her lecture about "love" is not in  reality at all,and the director wants to purposely show the blowup given for the plain four letter word given by most of the population .In person I liked hero's characterization as somewhere I found some convergence with mine.Its a one time watch amidst your office work ,At the end of the movie ,I liked me myself again after enjoying the whole movie with rolling laughter.

PS:And I give 3 stars out of 5

scribble

some faces,some shots,some scene still last long in my eyes though the plot ,people completely dissolved . We say past is gone in the air,past is no more ,whatever the say is Iam strong connected with my past as long as my memory not faded.
 Sometimes waiting for a friend in busy street brings out the stream of conciousness when looking into moving wheels.More than a throne,more than fame and name,mind wants to dissolve all addresses which I have in vacuum,to be a part of closed circle,to be an alphabet more than being a poem.

Have a little faith

Recently my reading habit is fading away,but somehow dusting it out with some strategies.Picked this lightweight book "Have a little faith" by Mitch albom.Few pages really enjoyed which has my pencil mark to reread it .What a touch man!!! Mitch has become my favourite author who says one simple story to the world in each book .Next comes Five people I met at heaven.
Here its about the importance of faith as like salt in food,author speaks about people hailed from different faith ,different status.Here author sits for writing eulogy for this Reb Albert(If I remember his name),how his weekends are filled with interviews and later the emptiness after Reb's death which is unbearble.Direct questions about sensitive topic "The faith",genuine answers without whitewash from Reb,something I loved it.
Simple words without forgetting to capture the subtle stuff here ,there and everywhere.One catchy line "Its not that easy to write about one's dad or husband in a book" ,of course that's true
Definitely one time read with good number of revisit in between,who need some more answers for having little faith.

one life is not enough

After a long long time,started with some comma in my blog.Had a feel of leaving things at right time same with my blog too,but its my thirst quenching oasis in isolated desert and Iam unable to.Becoming so greedy and this single life is not enough to quench my thirst.Had jannath trips,read light weighted book "Have little faith",done with my sem and people do ask what more in your pocket.Lot more without a solid plan.
 Blown away in wind and perfection is not even marked in my dictionary.Places,people,books,steps changing in all my way and thats how the way is........
One more life,one more way,one more dance...............

Some random lines living still in my mind during my recent trip to Wayanad,Kerala...
                                     At chembra wayanad,6000 ft height .....Sometimes Goodthings wont come in easier go...My takeaway from Chembra...

Melted with fog,showered by drizzle,dried in sun,perfumed by sweat and mud...My first trekking experience. 

2013 ends up with lot of  good stories making me more younger and prettier .

Disney's Enchanted - "Happy Working Song" (Actual Footage)

Loving to work along with five sense organisms 
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souvenir

Being a lazy girl I was arranging  novels after a month's time at my new place,as Iam always tied up with  memories of places and books,it was like a recap while arranging all of it.When I first  picked Archer's collection, nothing struck my mind except for Prodigal Daughter which I took from a tiny library at Madurai and finished it in a week's time.Then comes "The difficulty of being good" suggested by my casual friend "Dhivaharan" who honoured this book like anything in his chat.He might not be reading this piece of post and through no means I can share it though.Anyhow that was a good read Dhiva.This book was my true campanion when I travelled for my classes in volvo.Thanks Dhiva :)

Sample couple I admired at

This random couple is not like Laila Majnu,Romeo Juliet but rare charm is there for sure,else I wouldn't have noticed so closely. I have seen this particular couple almost 10 times,first time at Volvo while going office.Rarely I get chance to see few strangers again ,again and again.Without any significant reason ,I expected them to be couple and finally it is.Even yesterday my eyes found them in my street while going for a walk.Nothing so bombastic ,girl was in simple suit with silky long hair and the guy was in a loose T-shirt.Another day I saw them helping each other in carrying veggies in my street,more than chemistry I found humanity .Iam damn sure they will not know "who am I" might be Iam one stranger among thousand in their eyes,nevertheless few people speak so much throught their actions .I guess in my 15th meet I might give a full smile.

October Diwali 2013

This Diwali 2013 ,in the month of October gonna be different from the past. Iam all set to spend time  with birds and  falls along with my silly friends ,who can be silly to the core.That Sathya is no more who wants to somehow put her home in a house.Enough of running behind that dusty nest and trying to be religious with all so called rituals.Now Madurai is so far compared to Norway.Iam convinced to say “hi” to ganeshji on the roadside ,when I run to catch my Volvo bus.Might be my less  favorite  hero Ram could have come back from Ayodhya with Seetha ,might be mohini  could have destroyed asura on this day .Whatever it is Iam not available here,rather going for a wonderful long drive  with pals from different faith.  Sooner can see some post on Balmuri,edmuri  falls and Rangandhidhu bird sanctuary.

This Diwali gonna be happy to the fullest not really with diya’s and sweets, but with white winged flemingos and fish fry.

Mitch -My love in ur words

Want to write about "Have a little faith" book by Mitch,one of my favourite author.He writes all those subtle things in such a way where we really fall in love with his inkpen.There were days when I was crazily behind his words,still the same way but bit matured.Nowadays all my facebook quotes are flowing from this faith book.Love your words more than your face Mitch.
Mitch is not a complicated guy who can say ten stories in ten ways to ten different person,he has one story and that's it for a simple book.

Distancing

Distanced my thoughts,deeds,..........................When I turn back ,I see a huge gap without connecting certain dots.Its true,I dont bother to connect those lines.Let dots hang as it is,those ridiculous mistakes which makes me to slap myself while seeing the mirror till now.If I write story  after 3 decades,I can find lot of holes without fullstops.
Wanna convey my apology one day or other,and its today, for conciously ruining all those beautiful relationships around me.Some ageold friends,half known faces and round faces with whom I was not ready to exchange my  contact number version 2.0.Can be Iam searching a burrow,with less number of rats in and around me.The shameful thing is I dont regret too ,as Iam in the venture  to bury my identity.

lighter

 There are people whose talk can make me listen to shankar Mahadevan's music and to scribble some poems.Making me feel light as feather.This time its Deva

Taxi Driver

Taxi Driver - After a long long time ,blocked all my routine work and went back to the usual state of killing time by watching movies .This time its "Taxi Driver" .More than the movie, I preferred  "Walking contradiction" album which the hero speaks about .Those lyrics are quietly brilliant .I was not having patience to finish with the movie as its nothing more than the usual,loneliness follows the hero,which he could have taken as a good sign .Lotmore I can do If Iam all alone.Then he searches for an angel,who became a known devil from an unknown angel,which is usual in anyone's way.He cribs his way which he could have eliminated by shifting to a convincing place though its a myth.All of a sudden he becomes a rebel trying to save a single prostitute who loves her job to the core .At one point I started to think what this guy is trying to do with his loneliness.In nutshell to say ,I felt good with the dialogues ,well-received from my end.He was literally sitting in a drainage and preaching those ringworms to find shelter in Himalayas. The hero is "Robert De Nero" who has nothing else to do with his loneliness  except cleaning  the flithy city.My suggestion is he could have become a poet if he could have made a ride to Thames River with his same Taxi .

Darkest-Darker-Dark

 This day 13 Aug’13 .The darkest day before  three years.Time rolled on,cats passed by,marriages happened,yes things moved on for the world.The lady who taught me “belief shouldn’t be questioned” too moved on.Those  fish shaped eyes and shiny long hair in her dusky skin made everyone to say “She is one such woman” when I introduced my mom “Shanthi Balakrishnan”. voooooooow!!!!! Such a pretty young lady in her early forty’s,who looked the same without wringles from my birth till her death. Still I remember the cat which passed by and the purple saree which I chose for her as she is one such lady who takes pride in all my choices.I wished that day to be a nightmare,it wasn’t and that rain was the witness. All the emotions I showered over you is resting somewhere peacefully.Illa amma,somewhere something is right,without my awareness Iam getting detached from the system.Each day loving to spend sometime at workplace  with cup of chai in solitude ,becoming a silent spectator.Conciously Iam ruining many beautiful relations around me .Somewhere ,few folks demand my presence ,but the point is Iam always absent from what they speak as present.After scribbling all my random thoughts ,going to bed with the belief that you stand as a whole within the statue waiting for my prayers.As a traveler to say,I loved those moments inch by inch.

APPLE-The dreamjob

"Think Different,Be out of the box,be crazy,be a story teller " all goes for the person with sharp nose wearing potter's specs.Its Steve Jobs. I came across biography of Steve Jobs by Isaac .Just skimming those Couple of pages captivated my attention towards that quietly brilliant writing.My wishlist is now updated with "APPLE". Wanna connect my thoughts with Apple too.

Think in silence

More than a beautiful talk,I love solitude walk triggering my thoughts.Yes ! I love to think, more than to talk.I love to think about thoughts ,I can find a beautiful transition in each  phase though I dont think as much now. .At times landed up nowhere and there are times ,people asking me what am I doing alone? even my first teacher -mom.But my answer is a smile which haven't changed till now.I love spending time in thinking something or other,I can be called as  day dreamer .Today Iam saluting my thoughts which dissolves my wrath,which killes me in my sleep,which adds fire to tired bones,which adds lot of question marks to assertive statements and which brought hope for my sibling. 

Beer vs more

  Addicted to this song.What a beat man and husky voice of dhanush made this song a retreat.Its really a stress burster .Full volume in my speakers makes me to feel colours in my dream :)

My writer's face

Born again.. Some alphabets make me to born again and again,thousand times,of course this time too  same old blog which I visit now and then.Her letter's spoke many beautiful things into my ears.Those were the lines reincarnated me from my moodswing,afterall being a human.Those beautiful lines still linger in my mind,adding fuel to my tired bones.I say this "x writer" is simply beautiful who can attract a layman even from far far distance.Yes,beauty lies in the eyes of beholder ,Harini Padmanabhan u doesn't need a face,but I need eyes to read those alphabets.
                              Some faces dont need faces
                              Beauty is already ingested in your gene.
                              I have heard something about beauty
                              Now I feel it in every nerve.
                              The face which my mind gives for my writer
                              Is her jumbled letters in "dreamsgoon"

One more day to read and write which my eyes and ears really want to..  

Illusion

Yes ! Iam having such a deep moodswing for past couple of days.Too many thoughts gushes from my mind and the worst thing is its too obvious in my face.Office work helps me to chuck these line of thoughts aside for 8 hours.Trying to sort out which particular thought makes me look ugly.Sometimes I wish to be a dull headed soul,who has no patience to think about what self does.
some thoughts speaks about children who lost their life in the hands of animalistic society .Should I drop a penny for their paining hunger else philosophy.Should I turn my wrath towards this world -experimental lab or .....  My past might have some traces which adds fuel to the fire,but it adds too much fuel to the fire.It brings out a personality whom my outerbeing doesnt want to see.
Someother thought putforth a question why should I hold a family? It makes me to think should I really want to belong to this society.Somewhere the belongingness ruined,might have went in the air.Thoughts are too dangerous I feel.
 Another thought speaks about my she,he,It.I assume all three exist somewhere in some corner  though I know very well I cant even say hello to them,if at all It can be in dream.
Things are so illusionary ,listening to the same old song all the way in my walk.Iam lost somewhere in the corner of my mind.The solitude feel says give all your coverings to the same society and walk out as the newborn . 

just happy

Just Just Just being happy.Felt the chemical reaction after having a bottom sip of "Red wine" .What chemical makes a person so happy can be my analysis.Lived the moment.Rolled out of bursting laughter.I dont want to whitewash it .Things are shaky when I draft it. Dhanyavaadh "chirax" for getting a drink  as a souvenir for my focus in Masters.
 "Bangalore now looks like perfume bottle in the morning and Champagne in the evening "
Thanks Bangalore ,you gave me all from healthiest friends to "Just Read Books",healthy juice to hot drinks,Bharatham to DJ,bigminds to transgenders,on and on .
Its the place where Iam excavated.And I dont want to whitewash .

Smiling Tears

A transcendental feel after a span of time in that beautiful children's park near the place where I dwell.No evening could be more splendid in such a place where I can drop all my thousand + 1 thoughts aside and bring one focus over the kids with caring Indian Parents in a lush green park.Each time I spend my saturday evening in this beautiful place with some like minded person and today its with the person who loves to listen all the rubbish thoughts which I pour.Its with one such close friend "Subha" .Spare me if I have used this name frequently,cant help it.
 Today it was bit strange after  a long narration.I saw those salted drops in her eyes,when she saw grey hairs amidst my half black hair.She indirectly equated with my stress level,as she knows my pulse.I can cover anything and everything with a plastic smile infront of anyone but never before her.I felt her feel which she didn't mention in her words,those salted water spoke as a whole.Sometimes languages too become a weak tool to reciprocate hard core feelings. Iam "Blessed" ,just Blessed.
Your care is so dangerous.Those salted drops carries a lot ,lot of meaning in it.I can speak about my less dependent life but layers of insecurity is your botheration.I can speak about my carefree life,abandonment is your botheration.
P.S: Nothing to bother Subha,I have a dream for the day to dwell with.

Bhaag Milka Bhaag-lived a life

        Farhan Akdhar hidden somewhere in the corner of Milka singh's body,that's what I saw in the screen ..A full bow for Farhan for toning and training his body and soul as a whole, exclusively for "BHAAG MILKA BHAAG".We ran for the movie in full hurry  once we completed the test all the way to Peenya Theatre.
          The very first thing is Iam so comfortable with my alien national language hindi  ,brought an ease to feel the movie without botheration of language.Movie stringed many subtle stuff in a beautiful way.Omprakash ,the director had done a great homework with Farhan,for reaping the best out of him.Though Sonam had done a minimal part but her smile stands like refreshing rose in the mind of hero and spectators.Movie made me to get connected in many places which triggered my pain points easily, nevertheless carrying sportsmanship in all aspects  makes a man or woman so vibrant is my take away.Movie has touched all the reactions and emotions of a being from anger,wrath,feel for freedom,love,loss,lust,victory,failure,some deeply carved loss ,fear of a place and so so on.Certain powerful words like "ma" deeply echoed into my mind.Its one such movie where all the transformations are seen by most of the gentleman and woman dwelling in corporate sector hailed from deeper soil of India.The most touching scene is the climax shot where  kid Milka and athlete Milka shared their beautiful smile,a wonderful handshake with the past from the present.As a whole its a good watch for an evening to make me free from classroom sessions.

walking plan

   Today Iam writing when my laptop is bit far away from my bed .Yes,Iam at  guest house at ETDC,Bangalore.When dreams are materialised ,it always add ray of hope in human existence.
When drawn pictures in old Diary gets materialised,when pencil drawings of our dream gets materialised ,somehow makes me to think about "Law of attraction" and words from "Alchemist".Visual Imagination is so powerful ,that might be the reason why designers come with sketch plans to materialise it.All alone thinking about drawn pictures in my diary before 7 years  which got materialised now,my dream towards Masters.
.Holding "Masters" is glamorous in South India.More than a glamour it makes me to shatter some glassdoors within me.This post will not be closed without mentioning about my extended hand "chirasmita" who gave motherly touch in all my steps.At times feeling jealous of the previleges I enjoy.some Love,affection,some hope,smart tiring work,smile,healthy friends,some heavenly blessings,bit intelligence can bring paper laid plans to walk in reality.

The one in crowd

One amidst the crowd

He can be a market differentiator

He made stuff out of scratch

He opened a swiss account with zero balance

More than a so called term friend,The wellwisher

Whatever the term can be

This year brought me powerful questions.

Delightful faces with big smiles

There can be straight “no”

But all is fair in this game

A tutor for shaping my thoughts

Doesn’t want to tag with relationship

Let it be left in the way how it is.

Feeling  good like things turned well for me.

Let my prayers attract all the best things meant  for you

Can be from a pleasant wife to honeybees

You told me ,there is some ray of hope somewhere

You told me, things will fall in line

You told me ,this is how the world is

You told me ,some more philosophicals

And you told me don’t scream for change

 Instead Be the change.

Whatever the voice of earth says

Will be washed in the ages of time

Its not the matter who you are underneath

Its what you do, that defines you

Already defined for “The He”

                                         -Sathya Balakrishnan

Modern Kabir-Bhattacharya

This guy created a feel somewhere in this being.His lyrics made me to search for his face,as they say "face is index of mind".I have a crush ,yes I have.Its over his lyrics.As Iam a  lover of  lyrics,surfed for the translation for his urdu lyrics.vowww!We need one more poet to describe his poetic style.Its none other than Amitabh Bhattacharya.Personally an affinity towards Bhattacharya..

I would have listened more than 40 times his "Re Kabira" and "Monta Re" .His lyrics in urdu made me to think ,rethink about the plain-beauty living in Urdu.Urdu is so poetic apart from my mother tongue "Tamil".This lyricist made me to think and appreciate the beauty dwelling in many other languages.While penning this post,listening to "Montaa ree" which still triggers me to feel the unsaid verbs of a being.The metaphors what he uses are out of the box.If at all a petname if I give its "KABIR" .Afterall language is dress of thoughts,but some languages overshade the thoughts by their beauty.

Wireless connectivity

More than a phone,more than a letter,there are many more wireless connectivity ,can be a dream.I heard from one of my huggy friend " dreams are needed to wake you from sleep".Its not my alarm from Nokia its my innervoice in the form of dreams.So much disturbed with my haunting and hunting dreams.The past which was thrown away in "recycle bin" at times peeps out taking its own shape and form in dream .Calphurnia spoke about dreams in Macbeth ,is dreams really have something to convey?
 Mind is so tricky and there is no fflush() function to clear the past memory as a whole.I wish it should have been there.Nevertheless,let me enjoy the ride with hunters.Wishing for a sleep where I dont even remember the past night.

Touches here and there

Some irrelevant touch here and there.Deep feel of joy ,sorrow ,emptiness fills me  whenever I gaze at doves flight,silent cemetary,vast sea without curves,red yellow flower bunch dangling by the wind for a cold weather,ghee filled lamplight for a jetdark idol ,all alone travel with my past thoughts talking happily with the glimpse of scenes I take all the way.Last but not least ,Deepika Padukone's killer smile.Loving it simply adoring it.

Lusty

 Moodswing really puts me down.But nowadays working on it by counting the chickens ,so silly to say but started to estimate my life span still another 30 years down the lane .When this number strikes my mind,able to bundle all my moodswing aside.Many subtle things which happens in a day always becomes the reason for a being to become either  "the saint" or "the lunatic". I hate cribbing but I cant help it ,part of the world which I saw is lusty to the core.Lust in its superlative degree,can spectate from the eyes of a shopkeeper to a roadie in an unknown street .Iam not  a reformer,certainly Iam not.At times the pain what a normal person from a small town  can make them a change agent..
   Change agent for  themselves,to try all the modes of living in a lonely kingdom where there is no suffocation.A kingdom where five sense friends are treated equally without weighing "the sense factor".A kingdom where emotions of speck of sand and drop of  water matters the same.A kingdom where human flesh is as same as stem of a banyan tree. This post can question "hope" "quantum of faith" over my mother earth.Yes,mother earth is not as safe as mother's womb.Wordsworth has told its a place worth fighting for,but not for me atleast.Let me hit the bed after dissolving my stress into letters.

Mask I wear

All the roads I cross how many mask should I take in hand,to convince that many faces.Counting from the personnel to professional life ,life I lead to pacify outerbeings is always contradicting to the need of my inner being.For 3 questions,there is always 10 answers ,each time thinking its right ,recorrecting the so called mistakes,with the satisfaction of trying out n+1 stuff  .Where my recorrections lead to ? May be from Ape to a woman. Bored of conventions and the role of convincing people.

Promise I lived

Promises are always scary.I hate promising as Iam not a person of commitment.If I did ,it will be in my to-do list as close group knows that I fear for human promises not for lordGod .Some promises have become transcendental ,promises done when the person was in human form which gets materialised after taking z-transformation.I take the pride for materialising the promise done to my "SHE". Acquiring  a Post graduate M.S.Can sound like a matter of less importance,but its the need of hour for my innerbeing.
  As like a writer lost in his overflowing thoughts surpassing the speed of pennib,I lived  with the moment of happiness,after getting the offerletter.I thank for this day as I waited for   past 4 years to face this day.It was like watching a teaser,now keeping my fingers crossed.
Feeling the meaning of happiness in every cell as a whole.I love all those close pals who gave big curved smiles,handshakes,shoulder pats , bighug last but not least glucose as a token of happiness.After living a beautiful day,about to hit the bed with fullness everywhere.

Demagnetisation

Magnetic prop not alone found in elements mentioned in science books,those principles embedded in human soul too.Some being  horse shoe magnet,bar magnet and many more seems to be  an electromagnet(A forced relationship under certain climate)
 Why do certain magnets give immense importance for intangible elements,might be the property of that particular variety.All magnets have different level of magnetic power but one thing to say ,cant ever attract and hold the whole universe.If the magnet cribs too ,answer is science is too young ,nevertheless magnet accepts or not.
 "Let go and let it go" is as simple as birds flight, when magnet starts the reverse property of Demagnetisation.If my science tutor asked me about my favourite in magnetic property  I would have told Demagnetisation.

Wedding Bell-neither an alarm

Wedding cards are pouring from all corners of India,it not only says I want to mark my presence for the get together but an alarm for me "not to be single" .Iam not going to ask many questions asked by many modern day intellectuals on Marriage.
 I haven't asked any such question why I did my education ,why Iam a member of family,n why's to my parents.Without questioning it ,Iam in the process and I was .
When a person feels too much insecured and who needs to be always in a safe zone put forth lot of question.Me,being a person who never searched raincoat for rain bothers less.
 "My life follows experimentation through out".Experimentation is my addiction ,so I can take this phase with same happiness derived out of  sailing alone.The answer for any questions on marriage is "can make it as poetic with modern touches".
 My answer is "Instead of a document ,I can write a poem"

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Jawaani hei Deewani

Well already fell for this movie listening to the sufi music "Kabira" with scintillating lyrics.Without any prediction and reviews went for the movie mainly for the smile of Deepika and tak tak dance performance by Ranbir.As I expected its a movie on known subject "Romance" , without giving anywork for my brain.Obviously not the typical masala type bollywood movie.As a whole its a visual carnival feeding all the senses.Different genres of music made me to give slight movements and tip tap till the end.
 The story goes in this way,the scholarly girl fell in love for the guy who loves his dream of travelling more than anything.Heroine love goes for a toss in air.I loved the part where there is no usage of phone to develop their so called love.Love can be a feel for a being at any instant,which is not needed to be showcased in artificial methods.Beautifully captured the instance of love in expressions more than words.Loved those subtle expressions.
After 8 years,is this yippie traveller ready to take a stand for this simple desi girl is the end of the story.Really loved the hero's character name "KABIR" which is so poetic.As a whole spectators doesn't want to sit at the edge of the seat and bite nails,happily we can rest our shoulders with a drink.

3 whistles for Jawaani hei Deewani...........

Kabira..

What a sahi lyrics yaar!! Language is not at all border to breathe the intensity carried by words from any language.Surfed and found the equivalent meaning behind those lines.Amitabh Bhattacharya has done a beautiful art piece, then comes choclate hero and beautiful heroine.Madly and honestly in love with these lines.Listening it more than 10 times ..

Kaisee teri khudgarzee
Na dhoop chune na chhaanv
Kaisee teri khudgarzee
Kisi thaur tike na paanv

How's this selfishness of yours,
that you don't take the sun, nor take the shade..
How's this selfishness of yours,
that your feet don't stay anywhere..

Ban liyaa apnaa paighambar
Tar liyaa tu saat samandar
Phir bhee sookhaa mann ke andar
Kyoon reh gaya

You've tried being your own god,
and crossed all seven seas,
Still, there is a draught within your heart,
Why is it so..

Re Kabeera maan jaa
Re Fakeera maan jaa
Aa jaa tujh ko pukaaray teri parchhaaiyaan
Re Kabira maan jaa
Re Fakeera maan jaa
Kaisa tu hai nirmohee kaisaa harjaaiyaa

O Kabira, listen to me..
O saint, believe me..
Come, your shadows call you [back]..
O Kabira, listen to me..
O saintly one, believe me..
What a loveless and ruthless person you are..

[Nirmohee is someone who doesn't have any love nor hatred, for anyone or anything. Someone who is neutral to the world and its happenings.]

Tooti chaarpaai wo hi
Thandi purvaai rastaa dekhe
Doodhon ki malaayi wohi
Mitti ki suraahee rastaa dekhe..

That broken cot,
that cool breeze from the east, awaits you..
That milk cream
and the earthen pot of cold water await you..

[Suraahee is an earthen pot with a long neck and keeps water cool.]

Kaisi teri khudgarzi
Lab namak rame naa misree
Kaisi teri khudgarzi
Tujhe preet purani bisri..
Mast Maula, mast Kalandar
Tu hawa kaa ek bavandar
Bujh ke yoon andar hi andar
Kyun reh gaya..

How's this selfishness of yours,
Neither salt nor sugar fit on your tongue..
How's this selfishness of yours,
that you have forgot old love..
O free man, free spirit,
you're a storm of wind..
then why have you ended
within yourself only..

Re Kabira maan jaa
Re Faqeera maan jaa
Aa jaa tujh ko pukaaray teri parchhaaiyaan
Re Kabeera maan jaa
Re Fakeera maan jaa
Kaisa tu hai nirmohi kaisa harjaiyaa...

Moondraam pirai - Kanne kalaimaane - Ilaiyaraaja

Family-The gravitational force

  Recently I heard this slogan in the air,"never to compromise with family".With all the nerve it should be holded without a compromise at any cost.To get hold of it ,many people does all the wonders in this world.Somewhere it wants me to stick to,but for what reason. might be to have a protective feeling nothing more than that.
  From my personnel experience I always correlate family as like "Art from waste".Whatever remains,howmany soever remain always try to make beauty out of it.Even if its broken mirror ,somehow arrange it and preserve it,though it wont serve the purpose.At times want to stand in one corner of the world where there are no soul to dictate me about all these fantastic rules of leading life with all these so called intangible elements.
 Doing many duties which least interest me ,one word I have to say "The world demands it for no reason" If I try finding those reason. it pushes me out of the bed.Wishing to dissolve all my queries in the form of tears standing all alone in a heavy downpour.

Mystical "I"

Standing in the crossroad

In the sand-dunes of time
I lost and gained beings after beings
Attracting an impediment after impediment.
Each time picking a suggestion from the sheet of treatments
Hard to fake my mind and soul with hypnotiser.

What exist always exist
cant be ruined by words and deeds
What no more in picture is no more
Even the pricks and pain are meaningless
When they are touched.

I read these lines that is true,
Most often meeting the destiny
In the road chosen to avoid it.
Can't help it  as I never expected these options.
And all the options what are intuitive too
Not meant to be chosen.
                                   -Sathya Balakrishnan

At times I really want to write without minding its outcome,as afterall this body is full of chemicals.

Got set free themselves

How to see a loss.As its from the eyes of parent or kids ? should I feel pain or pleasure putting me in both shoes.Finally my five sense friends bid bybye and flew away even without dropping a single word.I felt the pinching pain though I know it can be surpassed.Might be the equivalent pain when my mom and dad set me out.
 Some queer coincidence just a day back ,I updated my cover photo in my facebook profile depicting doves flight,which happened in reality too.I love birds flight alltime which happened pulling out my attachment. Might be my inner thoughts got activated.Reminded of my care and daycare for them.Laila and Jack sparrow set themselves free as they know to mind their flight but made me to carry a heavyheart.

Respond crossing reactions

I do one mistake again and again .It repeats not only once ,n times.
I say in my tongue ,I have emotions but not emotional which is wrong ,when I do self analysis.At places I react ,instead  of responding. Expressions are clearly visible in my face,quiet  complicated for me to wear a facemask.
    Learning one principle "JUST RESPOND,DONT REACT"

complicated

I was surfing my blog with extra keen observation,felt some sort of satisfaction.Images are more powerful in helping a person to make things happen.Inspite of all my mind is still complicated,self analysis says that my mind might be happy when it thinks complicated stuff.Been a kid want to publish novel,wanna win Nobel prize,been a teen wanna study genetic engineering ,wanna become scientist.Now being an adult want a complicated guy as a partner,want answers for unanswered questions.
Where am I want to be? Where I want to land up?  For some people complications are easier than simple stuff.IF this is the state my mind would be happier let it be..

Random thoughts

Brain is so confused with so many question marks.When I sat and thought about handling relationships,I should say it as an art.Some questions are haunting my sleep nowadays,at times thought that my brain shouldn't think too much,just blindly follow the process which is defined in this earth.
  If a person trust scientific gravitational force which holds and leaves things apart,then we should believe its true for any relationship.Relationship with a five sense bird,thulsi plant,a dog,a kid ,far living stars and 8 lac + species on this earth will abide this law.Anything born here should perish here.It doesn't mean physical birth but also it includes any intangible feel too.
 I can boldly confess that Iam bit worried about one of the expiry date which I met in my friend's circle.Though more than 20 years been traversed together,I dont mind about the loss of our relationship.I have emotions but not emotional,ready to accept the law of physics.Let things go if  nature demands.I felt one thing ,becoming matured,no fear over pitch dark nights alone,no fear about my protection which inturn would demand companions,life is to the fullest right now.Loosing a companion can make me feel bit worried but not to the core.There is an immense difference between a friend and companion.Iam not here to please everyone.
 People think that they prick by being indifferent,even if the opposite party is untouched by it then anger,wrath becomes meaningless.Really to say Iam untouched by sentiments,emotional dialogues,wrath of a frenemy,cry of a child.Crossed the saturation point when water becomes ice.I can understand the place where I live can least convince me with its deeds,can become a change agent without screaming for a change but who wants a life where you want to fight each day.I know well this content has no great connectivity with each paragraphs but somehow I gave up my random thoughts.

A walk to remember-Amma

YA ,I heard today as Mother's day... I found my brain remained as static as it is even after hearing Mother's day.Some friends came out with their unusual questions,haven't you wished mom?  usual question but to a wrong person. I replied them with a smile "wanna wish my adopted mom as my biological mom went for a space trip".
 Such a beautiful relationship in this universe which can define the term "love" in all facets.Many debates I crossed, as I believe only lust prevails in this earth and if at all "love" exist its only with the lady with whom we shared the umbilical cord.She can pour all emotions and senti's of the world ,that makes us to weep even if she is not here.
 Truly to say ,that equivalent feel I got with the mom of my best pal.I adopted her as my mom.A gentle lady who pours affection in all direction. At times her affection kills me.Amidst all the relationship ,I love the soothness with amma and correctness of a guru.Being a mom is something special and being a kid for living mom is something more special.At times missing those extended hand which can serve me even in washroom  when I was in bed return mode."Thanks" would be an insulting word if I use it ,

SILENCE

            words become meaningless. Got a new feel of practising silence. Let me tame all the daemons which I cant handle.When I want to give answers for six sense dude, Iam in need of words,when I want to get answers for myself ,first of all I should feel those "answers" where an encyclopedia of answer too, will remain as bulk information unless and untill its processed by each and every atom of my cell. Better enough of seeking answer in words ,now a journey to feel answers .More than an answer,seeking for truth protected by layers and layers of deceptive entities.

souvenir I smiled at

                 Few days .,past few days I love myself the way I live.Living for me first ,then comes my circle.At the end of a day ,I can hit the bed with the feel of  "The day"  I happily consumed.My fingers too gives out moderate music out of tough instrument "Veena" ,history repeats by itself  learning carnatics, rearing Laila and Jack ,my pets of the year ,happily doing "joy of giving" gifts and souvenirs of my taste ,a big smile,chocos and roses to all well wishers,getting merciful blessing from my Bharathanatyam teacher,in touch with really matured people from heart and mind,world returned me back though I least expect.A beautiful knife ,oxford dictionary from family friend ,scarf,crafted keychain,books ,coat, birds,big smiles,possessive anger,rolling tears from my close friend,wheat beer,breezer,philosophicals from Guru and of course chocolates.
                      What more I need ,yes I need ,Iam greedy to save all these memories/.. Umma ... The whole world is my valentine,what to separate and what not to ..