Seven Secrets of Lord Vishnu by Devdutt

           

 The time which I consumed to accomplish seven secrets is such a damn lengthy period literally more than a month,a badcheck  measuring my letters consumption .Devdutt Patnaik,the author has shown his mirror image of his mythological cells from the letter A to z.A big credit for incorporating mythological paintings and snaps which drives readers like me who is crazy behind pictures,stories and logics stringing it together.

               As Iam poorest of the poor in my root epics and vedhas,this read  is an enlightening read.It was such a tortoise slow read till I cross 60 pages and as my fingers are towards the end I felt the "rasha" of Lord Vishnu henceforth now fallen crazily for Lord Krish.If we are going for language flow ,we will be cheated as the author has taken his pen to make things as simple it could be.In nutshell,its a book of exploration and excavation for people deficient in mythological literature.

               It has added the fuel to my Bhagavad Gita discourse,as its an epic season in my jungle.On the whole its a lightread  where we can go lost in thin air by the beautiful paintings printed in the leftleaves of the book.Always excavating the past is as fun as constructing the roads to future.Now desperate enough  to hang with Mahabharatha.

A halfdone post

                Being in a social networking site ,is a matter of just being in it with tagged advantages.It just connects the world by opening the socket as fast as it could.Some speak "Iam marketing" to the world.Let it be marketing,then even an invitation call is a matter of marketing.Every cloud has its own silver line,but not as dark as its mentioned.At times a curvy smile would stop discussions going beyond the grip.My wishlist is getting expanded " To Hold my tongue" is the next owe to have closer to my heart.Let me come back to this post again later as I havent given my fullshade into it now.Its 5 minutes for 12 hitting the publish button as Iam exhausted for the day.

Don’t know why I do, but I

some lines that  came out of thought provoking question.Should I really impress a person who is in higher grade or whatsoever.I believe in falling for an intangible element and not for a tangible one.

Don’t  know why I do, but I

I never had lengthy answers

To support my decision  with facts

Its always left as it is

Matter of probability behind facts.

For what,For whom   a person cajoles

More than an impression

There lives an answer “Don’t know why I do”

But I love to do neither for  you nor for my bread

Can I say that as love ?

The end of “why” questions  deeply lands to nil

I don’t want to brief my thoughts

Let it be as it is like it  got scattered

A curvy smile hits fullstop for  multi questionnaire

As I know what I think is far away from  how I live.

Loving a shell around the egg yolk

Where I see me as only me

Without an adulteration

But the world says Iam a part of it

Feeling a new change to be a part or far apart

                                                                        -Sathya Balakrishnan

My rejuvenation plans

Today I want to register complaints over me , just to have a track on my social,personnel,official quotients.Shameless to write about it,but taking a oath in public media makes me slightly to stick to my words.
      Reading goes worse and worse ,same novels piled up near the same pillow.Each time I  visit Crossword,I feel like buying all those letter filled pages,but one law holds me "Producer-consumer law".I  swear completing one and wholly one book a week.Let me grab slowly ,as all time "jack of all trade is master of none" well said with my case.
      Going bad in writing,blogging is slowly fading away ought to be rejuvenated .I knew the pitfall which overshades blogging,social networking .Time engulfed in Facebooking.Let me tailor it to half an hour in the evening,as obviously for a person like me its kills the day.
       Abandoned newspapers for a long period,though its a big shame to confess,I confess it.Let me steal my time to skim the pages of "Deccan Herald".
       Iam a girl who easily earned many names "An obsessed being" ,Inconsistent,fickle minded and lot more,hence my start with veena instrument should be actively supervisioned for my consistent performance.
      My long term wish is to have one oxford pocket dictionary,I was a verbose but that avocation too covered by cobwebs.Let me get as a gift from one of my familyfriend as souvenirs have separate sentiment in my life.
     Let me rejuvenate all my avocations in jet speed from 2013.Iam a person who dont believe Mayan calendar-Dec 21st phobia .My rejuvenation plans are well set neglecting mayanphobia,waiting for the dawn of 2013.

Fail Fast

 Its been countable days I surfed my blog.I came back early from office with thoughts overflowing in all directions.The miracle all the ways goes ,by the time I settle to write they flew away.Environment adds a facevalue,I agree.


I failed fast in my past
In my birth as a male.
So Iam a girl today
As Change of an alphabet matters
dwelling to fail fast

I failed in my words,deeds
With a curved smile to be called as sinner
With the incentive of failing fast
Wherever I felt an "ought to have failure"

No more patience to pen the poem ,
Neither you listen nor I write,
Its a crashing mid 12
where my eyelids closes by itself
A standing example of failing fast

                                     -Sathya Balakrishnan



 

Tiny scribbles

             "I love this day ,a poetic feel from the dawn to dusk"

      Lot of good omen,it was bit hard to turn off my alarm,and after that it went the way how poetic it can be.Started with my 3rd sloga from Bhagavad Gita  , Guru who came by her own,A young girl conditioned with acumen.Modern Science logics are twisting in her tongue .Iam obliged for her knowledge injection on me.Offered ghee lamps,and started with 108 chants of "Hare Krishna" with the surprisingly gifted beads.Then came my Thirupathi prasath from a random person.I felt many things are falling in line with a good fresh start in the morning.Bit hectic to manage with my bus for early meeting,but Iam glad started the day by seeing one more gleeful face at Bus stop.
      Had a good dharshan by 6 from my favourite Balaji after a drowsy day at office as nothing queer for the day.Loved the full moon charming my eyes and the sky.As a whole today is as poetic and romantic in nature's feet 

frozen lines

I should have thanked her

Though I don’t know her eyes

The blood flowing in my veins

Shares the same marrow of her

Can be he,she and he

I slept at road ,I remember

In my blood and flesh as pillow

That very moment a divine comedy

I felt human as human

Water as Water ,

Each time starting a poem

Without touching its borders

All time it touches like a ritual

Broken lines convincing me today

One more thanks to masked faces.

Came all the way as angel

Whenever I see those marks in righthand

I never want them to fade

As a token of  souvenir in my skin

With unsaid thanks in my heart

                                     -Sathya Balakrishnan

Mr.Love

Its a gloomy day when I heard
The  single word before two years
I trespassed it,no more a need or urge
You my dear Magician "Time"
Wont I fall for a guy like you

Time my dear, you are as it is
You dont know shades of act
I never blame the opposite being
Its not that I liked him less
But that I loved you more

You stood near me when I sobbed
You treasured those flood to drought
You taught me facts ain't be negotiated
As pure milk too be perished
When I pass by,then where are human thoughts.

My dear Time ,you swept me off my feet
Made me to feel chemical,physical properties of emotions
A true learning never been theoretical
But meant to be injected in veins and bones
Sathguru Time,Iam indebted to love you in all my reincarnation

                 -From the thought process of your dear Sathya Balakrishnan

Sixes and Seven stringed together

           For a period of fortnight,the flooding time which was available in my pocket was used here and there with too many deviations in different directions.Its not as regular with my periodic routine of watching Hollywoodies,chatting,reading Hercules poirot's detective art and finally the by-product "writing" in my blog.

        With respect to reading,my genre has bit changed from detective thrillers to epics,tracing the stronger roots of Indian Mythology.Yippie,bought my own BHAGAVAD GITA ,spending   pennies from my own pocket.Though these task of sixes and seven are not written in chronological order,its my own weightage for the task.Just a coincidence,as epic season started in my store ,a friendly touch with ISKON helps me to answer lot of logicals "why".Perhaps,its good for me

         Enjoyed Dhandiya fest at ISKON,my very first dhandiya participation which has never got its place in deep south ,additionally paid a visit for a age-old stage show.This city "Bangalore" echos the word "City of Joy" ,I love this city from all the chambers of my heart.Freedom is always free here.

         Influenced to fulfill my wish,hence took an admission for my "veena" class .As a whole rejuvenating the past ,dusting my present which is weaved with cob-webs.Readers club and lot more is on the track.Things are falling in line.Until I get a complete pic what Iam trying to draw out of it ,let new points get keep adding .

    Social Networking always makes our tired bones and flesh to get errected one more time with fresh smiles   in new places and in new town.
           

Truth protected by lies

This poem would speak about the state of mind now,started with epics hence I feel confused in places where I have to.Hence it goes !

Its always the mortal truth

One half of world is in dawn

Other half ought to be in dusk

Matter of chance is never from you nor me

Its how he who weaved the  plot

They say its bad,good and ugly

If my actions abide my protocols

It’s a damn right one among many shots

For nations in dusk it’s a matter of faith

For remaining half might be a mean

If almighty he defined black and white

If he defined the remedies

Karma is never in my account

I play like a puppet where twine is always his

He who incharge of karma

Why there comes  transgender

Making them as a matting creature

You write the karma ,

Industry is yours  and you make mistakes in my eyes

Where your karma lives man-chitragupta

All negativities has  splendid explanation

Maya,Athma,paramathma

Then comes in science gestalt

Beating the same bush with bigger sticks

Will I get a plain answer in one corner of this world

Uncover the truth protected by lies

I don’t want to end up with peeling onions

Why how when 

Iam no more dead to stop questions

My dear engineer,give me the design

Behind all your sculptures.

                       -Sathya Balakrishnan

one more paranoid

After wedding gown burns ,its a template poem which is ready to be sent to my dad jotting my requirement list for "My Mr" selection.I know its hard to go with crazy stuff but never wrong to wish for.Hence my wish.

"He" never jumps from jupiter
All my fairytale dreams vanished as bubbles.
No more thought of mirroring reflection in Iris
In the field of stars and moon.
Its a myth to say love happens without a reason

If and If only Shakespeare lives here
With some more sensible rationality.
Falling for Ranbir cut in face,
And he says I love BarbiDolls
Only Shakespearean drama withstands the shake.

A  decent levelheaded man
With his own pros and corns.
Not that he shares the sleep
Sharing the dreams together
lingering all time we exist ,not we remain

Beyond all riches and pounds
Sharing the pages we read,
Having a coffee sip in clayart
Never again a repetetion in life pattern
I have my template ready Dad.

Now its your gleeful head-ache
To choose a man definitely not from jupiter
Neither queer nor quite different
Again a simple remainder -"Man of thoughts and arts"
If it happens my next half is one more paranoid
                                                    -Sathya Balakrishnan

Login denied

 By this time Iam capable of concluding my thought  process.I feel one should atleast able to make an analysis of their  thinkingstyle like a robot monitoring itself by a complete scan.Mom said “Iam soft spoken,even a harsh word spit from her mouth would trigger tear droplets in my eyes”.Dad says “Iam talkative now being a complete antonym to school going kid,who ran hundred miles far from the term Daddy”.All other wellwishers of the world uses various adjectives “Practical,Brave,self centered,deception point and lot more”.Who cares for it,unless I love a being I wont miss a being,then comes  stringed alphabets.

               No self deception atleast for me,Iam soft-natured  though I wear the mask to earn these adjectives.Even a  reaction from closer buddies  leaves me disturbed  for the day.What my mom judged me is right ,hence I started the habbit of choosing soft-spoken  ,fun loving  people as my friendly buddies.I found there are  people purposefully want to get a login just to make use of their tongue ,hence I chose the land of solidarity at times.My Books started to get added up,Movie list racked in its shelves and all my faded interest are undusted.Too much talk  lands up a person nowhere unless and untill birds of same feather flock together.

         Whatever ,I  know my thought process ,its hard to dismantle it again and to start from a scratch.As it’s the case,I started to get sign analysis from any unknown person whether should I attach or detach.I don’t want to compel my mind to tune for facevalue less surprises.I confront myself from the “After all” human.I am loving to spend my time with things that remains without existing.

An anomaly of 1996 movielist-Gokulathil seethai

I was about to start with my Schindler's list ,bit out of my serious mood hence sat with this 1996 series "Gokulathil Seethai" overusing the bandwidth of Wifi around mid 12.Title sounds bit out of track from our epic,arises the question how it would sound when seetha lives in Gokulam.Iam swept of by the girl's character,she is an quite interesting girl who has baselined her own protocols ,places where anger would eject out for a typical  Indian girl remains empty and viceversa.A generic tamil story but twisted in its own turns.
 She gets clinged between two guys ,an inferiorthought  filled man Mohan  and a guy out of box who ask where can we buy culture.This Rishi is a level headed guy except without the deep intro of "culture" which is never been bad but matters a lot for native people.His hereditary money flew as cigarette smoke,gushing beer,ofcourse girls to use.By the by,both guys are childhoodie friends and Mohan works in Rishi's company.In this context.heroine Nila comes into picture where she clean bowled the auditorium by her artistic song (actually its nothing great to say from my view) along with these two guys.
    Mohan asusual a native thinker wants to be get her as Mrs.Mohan whereas Rishi wants to use her for one night stand.When both guys approaches her in different early style nuances ,she is harder for both but bit easier for mohan .
As usual as like native movies.she comes out of her marriage hall for the sake of Mohan, a man who has no nerve of his own.Rishi helped him in his half baked mission,landed up in ditching her all alone.Then our level headed man treats her as a guest - a penality for the mislead.She gets attracted by his deeds apart from the shell of culture.He prooved his gentlemanship in the second half in full swing.
 Finally she marries Rishi wh o is completely swept off by her mettled approach.There is nothing great in this movie to speak about,but it slightly changed the stitching of Tamil Movies.A girl who is ready to marry a guy who used many other girls.Its really a good verdict.A gooood watch after missing middle aged movies in Tamil.

No needs,None at all: ANGER

Taking a great privilege to pen down my review for Harini Padmanabhan's short story all about fuming "Anger" compiled in Emoticons.Its indeed a good write with aphorisms wherever it request for.It would have added additional face value if and if my face turned red out of wrath apart from "Nandu" the heroine.

I was waiting for this first release "Emoticons" for a long stretch of time , from day one I saw the status in media ,an unveiled author to society who makes art out of scratch in virtual world.Somehow managed to place an order through our famous flipkartians.I unwrapped my package on early friday,to get set well for weekend read."No needs,None at all" a story woven with wrath as its nucleus ,anger imbibed in every nerve of the heroine "Nandhini" out of absurdity and her over-intelligence.Author has used "stream of conciousness" technique at  certain spots which makes readers not to get exact placeholder .I felt people can be responsible for what they say and not for what they think ,here our heroine dwells in her own world gathering too much mass of her past,present and future which finally blurted out as "ANGER".I really love the climax lines,which adds fragrence to the emoticon "Anger".

On the whole ,I enjoyed the ride of 10+ pages with needed exclamations and punctuations .Really a good kick-off "HARINI" .Your intelligence adds innocence to the characters u weave :)

Dont Matter

One of Akon's killing album "Dont Matter".The perfect mix of lyrics with soothing westernised tune in his majestic voice made my MP3 to hum as much time it could.Enjoyed the lyrics and obvious from the air of Akon.

Konvict Konvict
Oh
Ohoohwooe
Oooh
Ooohhwooe

[Chorus:]
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe
'Cause we gonna fight
Oh yes we gonna fight
Believe we gonna fight
We gonna fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you

Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we'd last forever
I feel 'em hopin' and prayin'
Things between us don't get better
Men steady comin' after you
Women steady comin' after me
Seem like everybody wanna go for self
And don't wanna respect boundaries
Tellin' you all those lies
Just to get on your side
But I must admit there was a couple secrets
I held inside
But just know that I tried
To always apologize
And I'ma have you first always in my heart
To keep you satisfied

[Chorus]

Got every right to wanna leave
Got every right to wanna go
Got every right to hit the road
And never talk to me no more
You don't even have to call
Even check for me at all
Because the way I been actin' lately
Has been off the wall
Especially towards you
Puttin' girls before you
And they watchin' everything I been doin'
Just to hurt you
Most of it just ain't true
Ain't true
And they won't show you
How much of a queen you are to me
And why I love you baby

[Chorus]

Oh oh oh oh oh
'Cause I got you
'Cause I got you
Oh
'Cause I got you babe
'Cause I got you

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe
'Cause we gonna fight
Oh yes we gonna fight
Believe we gonna fight
We gonna fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you babe
'Cause we gonna fight
Oh yes we gonna fight
Believe we gonna fight
We gonna fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
'Cause I got you

Being different-An Anomaly

 "Oh,she is quite different",
                           "He is a rare breed"
  I started to abhor these clauses and concerned phrases.I strongly believe in 4 types of Blood and same red flesh makes up the same body.Each tiny spot of ray present in each pathetic soul makes up the eternal ultimatum,somewhere heard in air.So ,where comes the concept of difference ,unique,rare.I do once ran behind these words madly like a deer chased by lion,I swear.Not a complete evolved being but better than "I was" yesterday.Indifference and difference is always a matter of tension between opposites.Some thought, it adds  a token of compliment in my ventricles when Iam beckoned "Quite different species" I felt like giving my voice, the polishness glittering in your eyes wont shine the same in another pupil.Quoting an example,went for a metropolitic play at one of the mid-posch amphi theatre ,each soul appeared for the show dressed up exact as characters who will shake the stage,though I looked like a person under penuryline.Running behind many times and beyond at times for the so called word "Being Different" makes a soul to fall into the same pool of "Being same".No more compliments needed to portray my difference.
            Being the very similar speck of dust of same desert with  porosity.

statue

             At times I just want to stand still without caring about "idle mind is a devil's workshop".Perplexed by this era where Iam searching for a perfect template to say which and how stuffs are bad and right.Things before a year,a fortnight might have sound bad perhaps now might sound "its perfectly right".Am I wrong before or after in my thought process. Too much of thought process in abstract stuff drives me mad.Hence Iam with one resolution,Iam just here to write a story out of it.Characters are plentiful in hand ,just throwing a dias to save and store even after my volatile instrument (memory) gets faded.

Round to square -bloggy

 

YIPPIE !

    

         Yippie!! Iam going to hit my bed with the cup of joy ,cleansed my blog "thoughtsbeyonddots" making it as much square it could be eliminating all rounded corners.Its been half to one year I started with my favouritespot in virtual world,but got the chance to erase the blackspot in my blog only by today.A big bow and Thanks for my team member "Karthick" who helped me in cleaning it.A timely help means a lot followed by accountable suggestions.Bidding Bonsoir with immense satisfaction. 

Painting Diwali 2012 Red

                                            OUR EXCLUSIVE RANGOLI -DIWALI 2012

            As usual celebrations are always the tool to "chain human bonds".In upcoming 2000 series my human network is chained so tightly as Iam making home out of my own home.Diwali 2012 too came up with glee,joy and Iam penning this post by mid 12 having the same hotness and mood after creating "Diwali 2012 Album".
           Felt pinching pain while stepping to office on Diwali ,time reminds me "Bit grown up" again this year.Coloured Rangolis on streets ,glittering dhiyas,fuming crackers ,traditional sarees,sweets and human network are the attributes I fall for.This time too fell for it with a small gap of missing crackers.Nevertheless always there is a next.

            Cool pic of our dhiya portraying tension between opposites-"pitch dark and lively light"

                                               Semi potrait goes here

All good things should come to an end ,yet better things should begin,marking a full stop for this post ,extracting a moral   "LIFE IS CELEBRATION" .

Again a dancing ball

      As I promised ,rarely office stuff breach into my post ,whenever I feel it adds immense joy to my "Personnel Joy Basket".Here it goes today,the eve of Diwali Celebration strode the curtain for a haphazard ball,I mean a ball for fun.
    Eyes were completely beyond my "Timex" watch as Iam sailing beneath one hour to get my "Tempo" to Main branch of my office where the fest will be on the verge.As Iam always in the luxury of friends,I enjoyed from the start till the DJ night even giving steps with my friend's manager.
   The Fest was driven in a good pace,neither too racy nor of a hare walk,kudos for the anchor "Karthik" who added great spice wherever it desperately needed.Music competetion ,extra overwhelming performances out of music and dance just just rocked seats.Few singers gave deadly performance for spectators ears.Exceptions are not examples always.I fell out of the world for "KPOP" performance by "Dhaya & co".Dance and music are always genuine ,falls inline with all.Once we tune our ears towards it ,a feel takes its own birth,till now Iam in R&D where actually it is.

P.S:After a breath taking dance and soothing views ,I felt the original taste of water after a long time  and the smell of  air I breathe.

Extreme classics-ought to listen

                                          TMS had done extreme job which worth round off applause for the heavenly music.Its an ought to watch souvenir showcasing legendry classical queen "PADMINI" rocking with deadly bhavanas and M.G Ramachandran for his wellversed performance.Lyrics as a whole blasting from end to end .I listened to it for around ten number of times to take it whole into my heart.
Definite listen from Black & White list.

Tamil valartha Madurai (Land of Art)

              Might be Iam away from my soil,the feel of "Maduraian" lives deep into my heart,though I pretend to be a Globalised person,Indian bla bla bla.Its not to sooth my global friends obviously to sooth me.Again Iam swept by Madurai feel listening to "deep south genres" for recent days.This particular post is dedicated to my   motherland "MADURAI" missing all the literary stuff and doe-shaped "JASMINE BASKETS",along with elderly people walking around markets with "thiruneer-holypowder" and "kumkum" in forehead before opening their shop.

                                                       Panoromic view of  Madurai    

The tightly coupled city is weaved around four majestic stupas of "Lord Meenakshi Amman temple" where the tomb of faith is evolved before many generations of birth,Pandyas are the real maestros behind its art and architecture,now the story is 180 degree tilted ,things fell in wrong line -in the hands of "Alagiri & co".Anyways,Stuff goes on with the say "Best is yet to come".

Madurai Tamil Sangam:

Sorry to say,epic narrates "Tamil Sangam" is been demolished when Kannaki was in the verge to destroy madurai ,after hearing the flaw prone judgement by King Pandya to her husband "kovalan" ,a mere sentence to death.Hard core literary works which I memorised in my school days had its cradle in "Third Tamil Sangam" .Thirukural,athichudi,Tholkappiyam,agananuru,purananuru,manimegalai further my memory power is too bad to bring further more list.There were times I was rolling my eyes ,how a poet can weave all his 1440 couplets abiding the turth of grammar.He is a maestro ,standing behind words of appreciation.
 "அணுவை துளைத்து கடலை புகட்டி குறுக தரித்த குறள் (One of "The best"line emphasising lofty wisdom of Thirukural).Till now this point,nothing surprised me than these lines in Tamil by avvaiyar portraying the  lofty wisdome of couplets.

Jasmine Baskets on streets:

No girl will be left unhaunted by jasmine perfume on all the corners of streets.Its an art exclusively won its name   in madurai "Madurai MAllikai poo".Every evening prayers have its own start with these garlands amidst incense fumes with chanting bells and sanskrit mantras by kids in many homes.I honestly say ,I can buy this culture happily,hence might be inherited.

Bhavanai of Bharatha Natyam:

Iam hard core fannie of Bharatha Natyam,in special addicted to dancer Padhmini's bhavanai(facial expression).Abhinayam,Bhavanai are the technical terms I learnt,still being a layman apart from a spectator.A rich costume which features epical literature in the form of mindblowing expressions.

Plumpy Palace:

 If I had marked fullstop for this post without highlighting "Thirumalai Nayakar Palace" ,it would have been a curse for my lifetime.Director Manirathnam always have his bullseye over this jewel of art.More than thousand plumpy pillared Palace where we could visualise one -fourth of the masterpiece.

The grand festival of year:Chittirai Thiruvila
               

 Its a big-bang festival of the town ,where heavy rush gushes in all direction to be submerged in the blessings of Lord "Kal Alagar"(form of Balaji).Its a festival for a month with various auspicious ceremonies for Lord Meenakshi ,involving his brother "Alagar" and n-number of subbranched festivals.

PS: A culture is under construction with these basements :)

Faith behind shades-jainism

                  My faith never remained stationary,its as dynamic as pluffy clouds.Thank God,idol changes from time to time but the software "Faith" remains constant at times dormant.Apart from selecting a constant name for him ,every season I keep choosing  names for him till I explore the philosophy behind it.After Balaji,SriRam,Christ,Shrdi Sai andnow its  Bahubali(JainGod).

                  It was the time I learnt all philos and fast in Saism,when I was in the verge of getting captivated to Buddha Bronze statues,I landed up with my jet black "Bahu Bali" the first among trithankaras,adjacent to Buddhism "Jainism". My trip to Gomatheswara so called "Shravana Bellagola" temple added some more oil to my fire.One disclaimer is ,Iam not that cold to avoid roots from foodstuff.Iam a follower of "If it tempts,have it,ignore it".One more nandyoling temple at coorg preaches Buddhist principles,and here the display goes.

Now Iam addicted to voluminous incense fumes and oil lamp lit in my room.Exploring books behind it.very soon ,its on display

piece of feel

            After a fullsale read at office,once all collegues left for Diwali celebration,it feels damn good to stand in the roof top and to have visual retreat,I felt in my nerve again I captured whatever I lost in sand.Not at times,nowdays many times I need my space for myself without renting it .Though the roads and streets have lots of stuff to fight for,it always gives a view "you are free ,out of bonds," and the world is one more enchanting place to live ,after mother's womb

Diwalimania with Mike

             Hypnotised by M.J (Michael Jackson) not that Iam a pop lover,but my sis ,hence the energy shed over me.The feel behind a jetblack skin took him in jetplane to the pinnacle of whoever havent thought.For a change I want to dedicate this "Diwali week" to M.J albums till I feel its o.k dudette.lyrics of "can u feel it" stands and speaks to me.Worthful reading


Can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it!

If you look around
The whole world's coming together now.
Can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it!
Feel it in the air
The wind is taking it everywhere.
Can you feel it,can you feel it, can you feel it!

All the colors of the world should be
Lovin' each other wholeheartedly.
Yes it's alright,take my message to your brother and tell him twice.
Spread the word who tried to teach the man who is hatin' his brother,
When hate won't do
'cause we're all the same
Yes the blood inside of me is inside of you.

Now tell me!

Can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it!
Can you see what's going down, you can feel it in your bones

Every breath you take,
Is someone's death in another place.
Every healthy smile,
Is hunger and strife to another child.
But the stars do shine
And promising salvation is near this time.
Can you feel it now,
So brothers and sisters
Shall we know how.

Now tell me!
Can you feel it,tell me can you feel it,can you feel it!
Talk now can you see what's going down open up your mind.

All the children of the world should be
Lovin' each other wholeheartedly
Yes it's alright
Take my message to your brother and tell him twice.
Take the news to the marchin' men
Who are killin' their brothers,when death won't do.
Yes we're all the same
Yes the blood inside my veins is inside of you.

Now tell me!
Can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it!
Can you feel it,can you feel it,can you feel it!

Native genre lyrics-"captivated"

It might sound foolish to display lyrics of a movie 3 years old .But it sounds more ridiculous for a person who havent watched it.Now I want to have some Tamil genre movies in my "Movie Bucket".This particular song added some more craze for a timepass watch.Its in native language,I apologise for not showcasing its translation as Iam bothered about its beauty smerge.

       Wonderful lyrics by vijay and scintillating music woven by Yuvan,might be one of his masterpiece.Kudos for both and the video potrait adds motley colours as a whole.



Siragugal Vanthathu Yengo Sella
Iravugal Theernthathu Kannil Mella
Ninaivugal Yaenguthu Unnai Kaanaveeeeee…
Kanavugal Ponguthu Yethele Alla
Valigalum Sernthathu Ulle Killa
Sugangalum Kooduthu Unnai Theydiyeeeee…
Unnai Unnai Thaandi Sella
Konja Kaalam Konja Thooram Konja Neram Kooda Yennal Aahumaa…..
Unnai Unnai Thedi Thaane
Intha Yaekam Intha Paathai Intha Payanam Intha Vazhkai Aanathoo…
Kanavugal Ponguthu Yethele Alla
Valigalum Sernthathu Ulle Killa
Sugangalum Kooduthu Unnai Theydiyeeeee…
Ohhhhhhh
Nathiyae Nee Yengae Endru Karaikal Theda Koodaathaa
Nilavae Nee Yengae Endru Mugilgal Theda Koodaathaa
Ohhhhhh
Mazhlai Iravinil Kuyilin Geetham Thudipathaai Yaar Arivaar
Karu Vadiyyin Kidakkum Palarin Kanavugal Ivar Arrivar
Azhagey Nee Yengi Irukkiraai Vazhithaal Anbe Nee Angi Irukiraaai
Uyire Nee Yennna Šei Kiraai Uyirin Ulle Vanthu Šelkiraai
Anbe Yenthan Nenjam Yenge Pøøvin Ulle Nilavin Melle
Theeyin Kile Kaatrin Vizhiliye Illayeee….
Unnthan Kannil Unnthan Møøchil Unnthan Iravil Unnthan Nenjil
Unnthan Kaiyil Unnthan Uyiril Ulla Vazhiyeee…
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yenakae Naan Šumaiyaai Maari Yennai Šumanthu Vanthaene
Unnakke Nan Nizhalalai Maaari Unnai Thedi Vanthaene
Vizhi Nanainthidum Neram Paarthu Immai Vilaghi Vidaathu
Uyir Thudithidum Munnney Yenthen Uyir Othukki Vidaathu
Ulagam Oru Pulli Yaaguthey Nenjam Yengø Mithanthu Pøguthey
Uyiril Oru Pøø Vedikkuthey Šuhamø Vazhiyø Èllai Meeruthaey
Širagugal Vanthathu Yengø Šella
Iravugal Theernthathu Kannil Mella
Ninaivugal Yenguthu Unnai Kaanaveeeeee…
Oru Immai Yengilum Thenil Møølga
Maru Immai Maathiram Vazhiyil Nøga
Yidayinil Yeppadi Kanavum Kaanumøøøø..
Unnai Unnai Thaandi Šella
Kønja Kaalam Kønja Thøøram Kønja Neram Køøda Yennal Aahumaa…….
Unnai Unnai Thedi Thaane
Intha Yaekam Intha Paathai Intha Payanam Intha Vazhkai Aanathøø….

PS:Iam attracted to bolded lyrics,might sound college girl's taste but it has a sense behind it :)

King of clubs-Less twist and more turns

    My legendry hero "Hercules Poirot" has unwinded his magic wand in King of Clubs too.Agatha christie has the spell to burn readers time  much with crime detectives.The play starts with the voice "murder" and the girl of fame "Santclaire" touched the floor out of saturated scene.Mr.X ,the victim can be unwinded as time falls in the hand of Poirot.
   The style Agatha used is unique of its own,picturising a thriller movie in our eye balls.All the minute she makes me fall for her slang and greycells.Its the time of verge when Prince of Mauretina want to make this beautiful dancer as his wife,graveful incident happened to take wishes out of line. Poirot untied the sack of clues one by one ,where investigators gasp ,space between words too adds an answer to his question.Its a murder happened in "y" villa after a good supper in its library.Poirot was about to come with faulty detection,history and christie never want to itch the err,hence again some questions in his grey cells ,perhaps landed up with right murderer,brother of SaintClaire.
   Hercules dug even till the heredity of Santclaire ,henceforth came to the judgement, whole family knows to act,playing a bridge game with a deck of 51 cards leaving the king of club in the pack ,the fourth player who should have played in the library with Mr.X.
    On the whole twist within twist ,mere coincidence of the card "King" at two different situations added up in writing a good climax .One time read.

P.S:  To be read for her greycells and the word culture.

Cat o' nine tales-The man who robbed his post office

         Still eight more tales are left unturned ,the spice about these novels are the one has its birth when ARCHER was in prison for couple of years.The man who robbed his own post office ,a lightweight tale where we would expect for its end in three different break points.In each breakpoint he has briefed in three different tracks,again has its start from the breakpoint.The tale starts as a law verdict where Mr.Justice Grey immersed in an exclusive robbery case,where the characters robbed their own postoffice to take back their lost investment.Mr.Chris Haskins and Mrs.Sue Haskins were the victim out of time's game.
       Growing from the scratch ,stingingly rich, back to square one,again starting from the scratch and looping it nearly for thrice the same process is the beauty of this tale.Iam just reminded of "IF" poem by Kipling,piling up the fame and again starting it from the scratch ,its all in the game. Author made a justice ,by adding a definite room for "imprisonment" afterall the birthplace of his thought process.I like the same style how words are thrown up in conversation and the tale was like staring a "Typical Annamalai(rajnikanth) Movie".
      Thrown light over pets ,love ,growth,passion towards fame as a whole its a light read.But definitely not my overlike or love towards it.

Some prayers deserve early answers

I never want to bring my official side in my site,now Iam helpless its also one adds up to my joy.Thinking "One day I will take the pride and prejudice of the job I do"  ,I penned my first poem feeling the joy of change in tag.

The very first in all

Has its own peculiar taste.

I wont say weird,

As it sounds weird

But a taste of its own.

The first centum after bad flunks

The first salary filled up the SB

The first new alien language I learnt

The first childhoodie pal,

Living far apart rethinking for my spelling.

The first odd try amidst  n number trys

Brought my wish to fall in line,

Far before the timestamp.

Thou I indulged in “make things happen”

This time I worth a pat at my shoulder.

As its my best of all success out of trials

As all my lamp lits answered my wish

Again a new venture sacking the title came by its own

On the verge to uphold the brand new title

Out of my own risk and and  choice.

 

Numbers and currency are too poor

To flatter me with joy

Hence taking a profession

Least bothered about the quantity

But about quality.

                       -Sathya Balakrishnan

What's in your bucketlist ?

               If Iam not wrong ,Bucket list is  a movie in 2008 series but in the same way as its "addicted" season towards novel biased movies ,it hits my list.Its a soothing movie after a good lunch without turns and twist.Its plaintive in narration,portraying how two  ill old hags contrast in thought process add facevalue to their count down days. Hence the synonym goes as "The Bucket list" list before kicking off the bucket,swinging back to my standard 4  idioms.
             Morgan Freeman has all bonds of life,except money who aspired to become a history professor,but destiny belled him to become a "Mechanic".Nevertheless,tagged as mechanic for society,his acumen is always binded with uptodate history.A typical family man where rules are always rules without breaching at any cost.
         Here comes our fun loving Jack Nicholson for whom age is a factor coined by human,who can be correlated with teens of this era.Very realistic in his eyes as well as in my eyes too.He lives in the luxury of wealth and nothing more than wealth in all corners.Its in hospital where they met as patients sharing the same room,where Morgan comes to know later, Jack -the person who owns the hospital.
      Some feel gets created between both chaps ,meanwhile  morgan jots down his interesting bucket list which comes to the view point of Nicholson.As he has money,added up fuel to the fire.Bucket list comes to ignition.Morgan's voice adds richness to dialogues thrown."If reincarnation is the outcome of living in this life,how snalis reincarnated who does nothing" ."I love him and I miss him","He is not everyone but everyone is everyone" ,Morgan's historical talk made this movie still more artistic.
   At the end burried up above the mountain and given a poetic touch to the movie as a whole.Its a definite one time watch movie when u dont have any other interesting one in your list to do.

my space

This poem is gifted to me by my wholehearted "rage".So pls pardon if I have overused emotions.

I like to do this today

I love to do that nextday

Never had a roadmap

When I feel thirsty

I drink water

I have brunch

Iam intelligent

For The stuff I want

For the task I love

But I love to live fool

For things I never cared for

Never want to proove

Iam intelligent to you.

Afterall you human are perishable

Today you live

Tomorrow you die.

But for the task I love

Iam humanized.

Pls don’t hinder the way

In the name of emotions

Masked as dad’s affection

Masked as friend’s bond

I abhor this masking love

But I love the soul

Who can  let me fly in the air

Iam tired  of incoming freebies

As I cant digest all advises

But Only the expertised one.

Some tag them with brandname

Some tag them with profession they bear

Let all these be piled up oneside in my case

Never asked for some space from you

Neither I nor I wish

Never wanna find encroachment in my own space

As it suffocates

When you people breach my border.

                                                -Sathya Balakrishnan

My majestic

This post is one to witness my long term wish.I hope I would keep revising it till I end up my inperson visit to those 7 majestic artworks in this world.Its a pretty good wish which remains in any chap.Hence in me.

Its  for Taj which I won my chance as first.I can correlate the day when I went to see TAJ,its diwali season 2010 ,firing training ,heard that I flunked in the sameway how I did for the first.Nevertheless,things become common after the first shot .

Some more close up shots as I believe close ups speak vividly.An exclusive work of 22 years ,paid off with sculptors thumb.As Taj history is spoken everywhere,it would sound like redunant info henceforth I halt with snaps.

       
Hoping to fill the page with remaining 6 artistic work of the world.

Amazing 80-20 principle

               On seeing this sketch never to be exclaimed "something Technical" ,never I want to beat about the same bush "Technicals" in my blog.I want my blog to stand far far away from those stuffs.I came across in air about this article 80-20 principle in Times life,such a good writing sorry for forgetting the author's name but thanks to my friend prerna who was giving voice for the letters.In nutshell,its about  any random task we pursue, only part of effort,20% of effort as per analysis would give us max result of 80%..
             I was not able to correlate initially,but the examples showcased by the anonymous author was solid.It can be any relations,any work,anything it could be.We can have uncountable friends and relations in different forms,but we love to hang out with,loving to spend quality time only with few countable heads.Other n numbers wont add face value.The job we do,could have given max of satisfaction and prejudice only by a quality work done for few hours  in a day .Though we know these examples we wouldnt have spent time and energy in making analysis out of it.Nothing new is mentioned ,but it always sounds good to talk with figures out of our experimentation.
 P.S:Let me start sliding towards 20% effort to add quality time in my basket .

Wishlist befor 2012 kicked off

            Many wishes were ,are in mind ,as time passes by wishes too eroded in the waves of time.If it happened it adds up to the memorable souvenir and if not it adds to one form of crib.Somehow in one form or other,fulfilled and unfulfilled wishes resides in mind by any icon of emotions.Here are my wishes before I start with 2013 .For a change and tribute to my laziness ,I made a oath for 2012 just before 3 months before its death.

• No letters to be left untouched  from  Fifty thrillers of Agastha Christie  ,resting near my pillow
• Half count of Jeffrey Archer’s stories  to be  reviewed
• One fruit,one juice ,3 litres + H20 not to be optional,adding it into required compartment
• Yoga class and yoga workout  which is optional nowadays to be turned as habit irrespective of chill weather and blunt reasons.
• Want to be more squared,some orderliness in personnel stuffs than being round.
• Save energy by reducing too much talk,as sometimes senseless talk is like peeling the onion.
• A successful trip to nearby  Island  might be Thai.
• Litting lamp and incense sticks daily to make my room still more poetic :)

I hope this list will make me aware ,humanize the wishes to acts as its in published column.

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 

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.

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 .

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