Dress for Thoughts

I came across few of my pals showcasing their bond,affinity,so called words towards their mother tongue.Fortunately or unfortunately me too share the same mother tongue.Iam fortunate enough as it shares the podium as one among the ancient languages.Ancient ancestors made it to reach the pinnacle by their silent words visible even today as literary works.

 Few decades now, I could hear and see people showcasing banners ,using one way or other means of advertisement indirectly to harrass it. If something is unused ,seldom used,it doesnt meant that its been thrashed in a dustbin, actually it is preserved.I really believe in the concept of "Right to choose language" too.What should stay in tongue,is completely the freedom of an individual.

An individual starts forgetting ,appreciating the thought process but the dress of it "LANGUAGE" in viceversa.The bias towards race,caste is not only a sin, but too mother tongue.If we are thinking that the banners and plucards will create awareness among people regarding promotion,we are nowhere landed up.Directly or indirectly we are horning to depreciate it.

Language is not the one designed yesterday,and it needs either publicity or promotion today.Remember its designed,nurtured,saturated to the pinnacle even at long run before our birth.

Lets not pelt over it with stones .Appreciate the thoughts where its born,how its stagnated instead of grumbling over its dress(Language).There is one language called "Language of the world".Its in our hands to either  use it as a weapon or tool.

clicks

Some clicks whenever I see get  amazed,confused,perplexed,astonished! One such click when we had outing at Karinchi Dam, Mysore.I will always give a moment when I see this click without hitting the enter Button.A perfect internal reflection of the bird.

                                        Panoromic view of MYSORE amidst darkness and light.

This pic when I browsed through my laptop for adorable clicks ,I found this.This is been shot from Chamundeswari temple hill ,interesting thing is if we peep deeply into it ,we can trace out Mysore palace.one among some clicks which takes a minute for me to hit next.

Half sunk tree at Karinchi Dam,Mysore

Flemingo's as a bunch

Its a place where we could see nature's abundance in one sight.Flemingo's ,birds flight ,flora and fauna makes up the dam as a sanctuary.This pic always tries to explain a state of equilibrium.I just just love it.

Unanswered questions

Each time when people shoot me up with same question bullets "Why havent u pursue the course you are interested in","Why havent u gone with your decision","why not "that" instead of current this" Iam really loosing my temper out of  box ,but enacting with a broad smile in my lips.If every question has straight answers,deserves favourable answers,we wont be grieving or for a change no more matters to talk with friends in a coffee table.

Visibility of life is too high and at the same time it is limited,comes with an expiry date.I read somewhere these quotes,I guess it might be facebook "AT TIMES WRONG DECISIONS TAKES US TO RIGHT PLACES" These kind of quotes gives me a support to encourage my wrong decisions.I could have set many things at right place.I could have brought things back,if and only if,I havent taken wrong decisions.Nevertheless,Ball is not in my court all times.

I felt even while jotting down ,I should break this chain of bonds now,doing things out of compulsion,out of routine and out of money for daily survival.It would hardly happen as freedom is not free.
 Iam helpless,wishing one day "I ought to break it".Till then giving a sarcastic smile and blunt answer.

Movie Review :Guzarish

To start with ,I gazed first at the climax of this movie Guzarish and I got the temptation to watch it.I took couple of days to complete it in week days as I dont had the patience to wait for the weekend.When I heard the review ,comments from my friends ,its  plain mixed comments from "Very good to overaction".IMDB rating too is 3.3 for 5 ,at times better to be foolish,or pretend to be foolish,hence I watched it without judgement.

Sanjay Leela Bansali again prooved his poetic beauty from the start to the end of this movie.Very beautiful usage of "Stream of conciousness"technique.The concept of mercy killing "Euthanesia" got a good facet,crystal clear depiction of strong reasons which brings the urge for mercy killing are showcased in the way it should be.

Magic,Mercy killing,Sophie -Ash's angular shots,Hrithik's magic smile,poetic script all together made the movie stand still.I felt at places overaction ,but it cant be helped " picture should depict a good person always good" which landed up in overaction.

Movie is shaked too by its melifluous tracks and Iam involved into "Tera itra hei" song which has a tong effect.I even got the doubt why cant he go for poison instead of struggling for mercy killing.At the end its after all movie where director's thoughts are portrayed as it is ,not mine.

On the whole get set to shed tears for Guzarish as it worth it.

Guzarish scintillating song

I dont  know  why I love this song to the core,but I love it .One reason might be, it has a good composition mixing sanskrit with Pure traditional hindi,hence it sounds like a temple-bell "tong" at the end of each line.Followed by beautiful tune which blends with it meliflously.In  no way of  time Iam putting it into words.When we  read  the english translation,it makes no sense as same adjectives used all over Indianised lyrics.But it will add justice by just pluging in earphones

Ke tera zikr hai
Ya itr hai
Jab jab karta hoon
Mehekta hoon, Behekta hoon, Chehekta hoon Is it your mention,
or some perfume
whenever I do (mention)
I smell good, I get intoxicated, I chirp..

Sholon ki tarah
Khusbuon mein dehekta hu
Behekta hu, Mehekta hu

Like fireballs,
I get inflammed in scents,
I get intoxicated, I smell good..

Ke tera zikr hai
Ya itr hai
Jab jab karta hoon
Mehekta hoon Behekta hoon Chehekta hoon

Teri fikr hai,
Ya fakr hai
Jab jab karta hoon
Machalta hoon,
Uchhalta hoon
Phisalta hoon
Pagal ki tarah, mastiyon mein
Tehelta hoon, Uchhalta hun, Fisalta hoon

Is it the worry about you,
or pride,
whenever I do (worry)
I go wayward,
I jump,
I slip,
Like mad, enjoying,
I walk, I jump, I slip..

Tera zikr hai
Ya itr hai
Jab jab karta hoon
Mehekta hoon Behekta hoon Chehekta hoon

Unpublished

I felt like writing something out of my mind,heart,brain whatsoever linked with my emotions,thoughts.Its about matters which would never be published.The person whom I loved the most,whom I lost the most,whom I slipped out of my track as like loosened paper handled carelessly.Not that I bothered for too personnel to be unfolded ,but till now I couldnt find words in english to bear those magnanimous emotions.

So I will make it to float in the air along with my breath,to feel its fragrence when Iam idle.This unpublished column wouldnt take a full stop as some grief and pleasure should take its shape whatever it wants. 

Save Tickets

Its been long time I wanna do something against those BMTC Bus conductors who wanna save tickets.Though right now I couldnt make this matter to echo all round the state,let my writing  be my zeroth step over it.

Its not the first time I face this issue,it might have crossed more than 25 times in BMTC Buses.Though there is a group oneside struggling for the acts against corruption  without food and water,I found these people's corruption in micro level(BMTC Bus Conductors).

I was boarding a bus to Shivaji Nagar,Bangalore along with my friend,the conductor got 10 Rs note from me,and at the same time he was not ready to give me back the tickets and remaining change.Though I want to get down at next stop to board one more bus,I was dogmatic enough to get the change and tickets.He was just moving away from me as if he havent heard my voice.

Though the change of 2 Rs looks like, not a matter to be spoken,but it really adds value to scam. Conductors are reluctant to give me back the tickets,instead much more ready to give me a  penny more.Each time Iam bored of shouting at those ignorant beasts.

Save water,electricity,but not tickets.This ticket scam has to be echoed untill and unless it reflects all over the wall.Scam,humbeg,eyewash,corruption,bribe are the words entered in the good books to define INDIA,unless and untill people give up the prejudice ,cleansing is mere  harder task  to happen.

Movie Review:Le'on:The Professional

After a bashing B'day celebration,I sat down with "Le'on The Professional" .Without any assumptions for the movie,I just gazed at the movie making incoming calls to missed calls.Its a professional action movie directed and written by "LUC BESSON".Havent heard or overheard about him,jotting director's name for my reference,as any sculpture shares its vow from the hands of sculptor.Though his name sounds like forgetting it in the air,its worth remembering as there are lot in his store to be watched.

Movie starts with stream of gunshots in some seconds to showcase the professionality of the cleaner "Leon" followed by starring Garry Oldman castedas two-faced cop Stansfield.Mathilda-12 year kid casted by Natalie Portman might have shared equal claps and cheers with Jean Rano-"Leon".After loosing her total family by the act of Stansfield ,Mathilda took a new look in a minute with Leon trespassing the huge loss.

Movie on the whole speaks about resilience -The power to recoil back,undefined term for the milkywhite love between Leon-thirty year old guy and Mathilda-12 year kid.Strong script of the movie portrays the director too as a writer.At the end how Leon been assassinated to save the 12 year kid is the climax where it marks the end.

Sense and sensible coverage in two hours.Each character lived their character as a whole.From my view,it deserves the perfect score of 8.7 from IMDB,after all IMDB done a justice .As enthralled by Besson's script,now Iam getting ready for his movie "Fifth element" for my next weekend.

B'day Mocktail

Its been really really a long run we Bangalore friends had rocking   get together. This time we got the join call for JK’s .Its the  time when we all can laugh as much as we can never minding the society forgetting we are a part of it. Very few moments will  take us deep into it,making  as a part of it,its one of it.

I brought “Special Whisky Choclate cake” to add up extra spice for veggies.It really added up good spice for the moment and the taste buds. Pranky Photos,  thundering group laughter,junk talks,memorable gifts added up icing to the core.

Followed by  retreat at Beijing Bites. Starting from the starter to mocktail  ,we enjoyed  only the present moment .It really feels good aslike zephyr blowing  when we share food , water and laughter with close hearts. Let me wait for more spicy flavours and moments  in the mere future.Kudos for this weekend as its mere mere  “QUALITY TIME PASS”.

At Hope foundation

I dont know from when I had the urge to actively involve into social services,till now it remains passive ,only I have thoughts but never in action. single step ahead,I volunteered for service activity organised from my company .Though Iam being a member of "I CAN" association of my company,till before this activity,it dwells only as name in a group.

 "Human Being" and "Being Human" though same words jumbled in two different ways,I found the latter found its meaning at orphanage which comes under Hope Foundation.Among those 44 children,so called under-previleged,I can see all previleges which they have to fly like a carefree bird.No entanglement,conditions,what you want to do ,you can as your heart says.Iam not visualising it from sinking deep-sea,but from the island "A VAST OPTION  WITH FULL VISIBILITY".Just counting the chickens even when all else cases failed.We involved in group activity for an hour,where one collegue was teaching some funny dance moves.I felt that like funny moves,but atlast it has become professional dance.Hip Hip Hurrah for my collegue to bring out laughter in every one's face.Then its been followed by Quiz competetion,where I was able to see as a spectator -Team spirit.I dont know why,my hundred words got reduced to nil .I was spectating .lost somewhere with motley coloured emotions.

We distributed stationary souvenir,where I warmly received "THANK U AUNTY" from all ,I really embarrassed with their thought process.Basically people have the thought,kids brought up at orphanages are not been imbibed with psychological cleanliness,but it prooved we are in darkness.After a long time in my life,I had a quality time .I hope I will go ahead as I got the good start,afterall all these make these tired bones and flesh alive again as I born today.

Letter script from Sophie

Hi Folks,
               This is one of the letter which embodies all adjectives in a single script.I like to showcase this simple,mind touching witty script.Worth a good reading.This is the letter sophie wrote for Claire in the movie "letters to juliet" after fifty years,an answer for the unanswered letter posted by Claire.

       
"'What' and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening
as words come. But put
them together side-by-side and they
have the power to haunt you for the
rest of your life: ‘What if?'..."

"I don't know how your story ended.
But I know that if what you felt
then was love - true love - then
it's never too late. If it was true
then it why wouldn't it be true
now? You need only the courage to
follow your heart..."

"I don't know what a love like that
feels like... a love to leave loved
ones for, a love to cross oceans
for... but I'd like to believe if I
ever felt it. I'd have the courage
to seize it. I hope you had the
courage to seize it, Claire. And if
you didn't, I hope one day that you
will."
                       -All ur love
                          Sophie

Book Review:CINDRELLA

By the time I started to pen down in blog,I swirled my thought process to flashback,there I got the urge to scribble some words about my first non-detail "Cindrella".I really feel pity for those brownish pages where I scribbled more than ten times with pen and pencil.Those slim,plumpy black and white cartoons are standing still behind my eyeballs even now.I did some handson R&D before writing this blog as I felt like coming out with in-depth review.Cindrella has been narrated in different styles and fashion in each country.But I came to know the Cindrella which I & we read was extracted by Perrault-"Author" who worth a vow for his folktale.I came to know just before couple of hours the glossary what  cindrella bears."A person who lives in the state of despair,at a moment starts living in the pinnacle of prosperity".
 The story starts with a cutie girl Cindrella who merely been treated as a servant by her step-mother.She got the same treatment by her step-mother as shown in classic movies anywhere in the world.Sleeping near the cinder,in dirty clothes,working round about the clock for her step-sisters and step-mother are the verbs and adjectives used for Cindrella.Author added the spice,exclaimed the beauty of cindrella,by creating ill-looking step sisters character.
  He showered the light of fairytale ,by giving visibility for "Fairy-God Mother".I loved this part to the core where Chariot emerges out of Pumpkin,Horses out of Rats,horse-rider out of Lizard and so on.Its an amazing part where the dirty servant cindrella takes a new look like a princess.There comes the condition cindrella ought to be back before 12 P.M,else the spell would vanish in the air.She goes for the ball,attraction happens with Prince as like classic movies.The second day ,when she is engrossed in the ball,the clock struck 12,she rushed out without the thought of one glass shoe.There comes a turning point in her life the real meaning of Cindrella .The wordly known climax of cindrella ,prince takes the glass shoe and searches for the same feet. Cindrella's common sense is vividly portrayed here.
    As like all the fairytales ,Cindrella has become princess ,Prince and Princess lived happily ever after.Its a cherishable fairy tale, which everyone could treasure it in your books shelf.Hats off to author Perrault,by doing fantasy out of words and cartoons.In a nutshell,its like a evergreen love,can think about it and have a smile curve in your lips.

slashed head---Cannibalism

When I was about to hit my bed,I heard this piece of sensitive news which rocked my peace,I felt I can feel better enough, one and only after pouring it .A young Bengali chap who wanna be a phDian is underneath cemetary. I again dont want to blame the destiny, adding  fuel to the fire of Ignorance.This guy has been becokned   for JNU-Jawaharlal Nehru University at Delhi for his PhD.Out of his brimming excitement he took much Indianised train(I guess you all got what I mean) from Guwahati to Delhi.Something is going out of the box, he havent felt good in his compartment.So called being started to harrass him,its the place where the ignition starts,meanwhile by the time when the train halted at "x"village of Bihar,the so called beast of thecompartment snatched his belongings which carries the dream papers and laptop,flew away.This dreamer got down at that station trying to get it back.By the time its a close call,train plied from the station.By the time he got a warning from his dad to just move on in the next train as the village name doesnt sound good,it prooved its soundness.
       His FIR alone stands there without the trace of the dreamer.No clue for the family regarding his presence.After a week,"three pieces" of his body came back to their home as a parcel.Whether its a time to say "Oh my God,destiny has made him to fell in the trap,cant help it or Parts of India still havent come out of stone age,dog kills dog."Unless and untill education is not made as compulsory as like food and water,so called canibalism will exist in Indian soil.
      To save the fellow mankind,make education as a compulsion,if not its so so hard to extinguish the silent fire in the society.I feel pity to talk about those animals who chopped his body into slices,as its a curse for those beings to walk in the form of human,instead should have roamed around as animals.

Letters to Juliet

My Friend and myself were checking the movie shelf in laptop as to pass the time on late afternoon sunday. We thought of tuning our brain and heart to the tunes of Horror movie but as a random click we started with "Letters to Juliet".We made a complete surf by moving the cursor till the end to make a panoromic skim of it.Though it earned 6.5 in IMDB,its worth watching it for people who dont think Love as just a harmonal entity.Cutie Sophie casting by "Amenda" did honours to her role by giving up and giving in love one more time,as a matter of  sensational judgement not mere as a timepass.Sensational work by "Gary Winick" and the michelangelo behind it is the author "Jose Rivera".
   Searching forThe Lorenzo among  Lorenzos after fifty years ,as a reply  to the letter posted before fifty years,When spectators start thinking what a big difference it will make it,the 'what' and 'If' together makes a powerful exclamation at times in life is the proof given by Sophie.To enrich its flavor there goes song snippets with rich lyrics makes really really a being to be moved.Changes keep coming and to spot out true love by hide and seek is the way how it mark its end,Love has no expiry date,is been witnessed by the wedding card of grand old couple"Reunion after fifty years".Words used by Sophie as a writer is mindblowing , finally garnished with touching song:
 We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns................

 A simple,plain picture I loved it aslike reading a novel.Natural to the core.If you are bored out after a good lunch on sunday,Letters to Juliet will be the beda .

SUBHA-Poem about my one lovable soul

I took my pen again,

Its a time to mark comma in my broken stanza's,
To let open one message,
The twist of a relationship,
For the person ,brought comma in my attitude.

Time never matters,
Timespan never matters,
This relationship never abides law of physics,
Biological change ,flower withers
chemical change,milk fouls

Its an address out of Bound exception,
Though lot digits succeeds whole number,
zero is always being zero,
so called relationship always dwells as zero,
started with a zero balance account.

 Pinnaculously purest than virgin Mary's virgin,

As nothing added or subtracted,
The purest form of love
Unfound in wordly relationship of lovers
Unfound in multi dimensional relations ,

But in the ventricular chambers of circumstancial foe

Always cherished and perished as a FRIEND
Holding my shoulders when new relations added or subtracted
Marking a full stop in this bard.
With the hope of coming back to mark a comma,

                                            ------Sathya Balakrishnan

Sanguin Love

Hi Pals,Its the novel which I have started to pen down,I dont know when would I mark full stop for it.But I love to share the start of it without grumbling about the end.
  The day I met her with my flesh and bones.The young lady who taught me how the word "LOVE" looks like,how it makes you to fly in seventh heaven,how it makes you to feel aslike given depressant,how it makes you to come out of entangled situations of life game,how it makes you again to fall into the same well,and so on.At the last,"love is humanity".This heroine "SHE" is the mother of sanguin love.I lived with her,died with her half the way.But my "If Only" story sent me out and shut the doors of heaven,pulling her alone in.Love has no gravitational pull hence it went  in air,determined love will even revert the destiny,as goes the saying my SHE holded the tossed coin in the air and she took up the head,to get the ticket to heaven,making me to land up in the earth in a limbo state.
                  

                                 From the cradle to freshsand,

                                "she" - my guide in sensitive earth.

                              From my bones to flesh,

                                 "She" - the DaVinci for being human.

                                  who is my mindlingering "SHE"?

                                  From my vowels to consonants,

                                  From my act to walk,
                                  Been a shadow till I get one,
                                  Been an extended hand,
                                  By the time ofbed return days.

                                 Life stanza's spins in motley fragrence,

                                 The curious risk fabricates a melody,
                                  Yet furious fabricates melancholy,
                                I lost my "she" in the  crevices of trucks
                                Driving my melody to melancholic rythm.

                                Its a nightmare to text "expired",

                               The day made me feel true dawn,
                               The day thought me glossory of BlackFriday,
                               In the showering rain met my August 13,
                               flithy day dwelling in my Iris.

                              My missing "she" - Amma,

                               She is no more mine,
                              Now my thesaurus devoid of this syllable,
                               As my "she" is omnipresent,
                            In the universal space.

                              Time took me in its wrist,with the route,

                              To be and Not to be with LordGod-MOM.

                                 

Bonjour

E-gadgets too mightier than sword.Let me take the opportunity to greet my pals and co-readers with "Vanakkam" in my own slang.Fullstop always marks an end .Nevertheless ,I wanna share thoughts brimming after marking a full stop.