"You're Beautiful"-lyrics

On hearing some rings in air,at times it will create a temptation to revisit it,might be its vibration or its letters how juggled to make a sensible sense.Thats how I heard these lyrics by JAMES BLUNT.Exclusively I love those couple of lines made at the end.The vibration adds good spice which is a song to be heard ntimes.

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high, [ - video/radio edited version]
Fucking high, [ - CD version]
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Leg loving steps

      
Iam writing this post on the day of my off from office,where pain and strain loves my leg to the core.yup,the penality or payoff after two hours dance which popped in my outlook as "Fun-quotient" at office.Never I left the chance of prooving "obsession is young man's game".Hats off to "Daya & co" for making each and everysoul to take the pride of wearing danceshoes for couple of hours.Those choreographers worth a big vowww.
         I found dance as one of the rigorous exercise where I sweated from the top to toe atmost after two years.I was able to see in my own eyes "where my energy level dwells-underground level".From these moral, sooner to pick one dancing shoes and to burn extra calories.

my 2nd anniversary-livein but not marriage

                     Its the post written one day after my 2nd anniversary,really not married but engaged with my work.Its the day where we stood before the training institute of our concern.The day I met my batchmates from different landscape of India.Till this date,never taken a pride of holding this in my hand except for 30th of everymonth where hotcash refilled in my account.
                      Ya,indeed I completed my couple of years in IT field without the feel of being in it.Conveying "congo dude" for my batchmates without adding me into the box.I dont know why I make me to stand as one among spectators in the pavillion instead adding me into the court.God knows,let me leave these cribs aside and share what I feel like saving those moments out of 365 +365 .
                       Touch wood,from my first assignment to till date Iam always blessed with cheer loving hearts from junior to senior.I dont feel like saving those moments of well accomplished task,but immediately the people with whom I befriended in the name of work.Kudos,now I have bank of contacts whom I can ring up at any time and from any place.Learnt the art of "Make things happen" thats how I got my own victory jumping from one domain to other,though the story of satisfaction is imperfect.Than being a person of specialisation I now admire to be a versatiler(jack of all trade master of none).
                     Without being  worried about my career perspective for the future,Iam stepping into my third year making me feel bit aged(anyhow age is a concept created by human) nevertheless travelling with the hope of making a masterpiece out of my life one and only for me.
                       Its a live-in relationship and my work too know that we both will mark a day in calendar where upcoming one sunnyday is booked for our breakup.Till the time its a joyful live-in.

Beautiful Mind- "Living with real and unreal facts"

     Its the boring night we predicted it to be as all our pals flew to their nest  for a chill out and the left is me and one other friend.We thought of starting  with serendipity but as the subtitles which are very much essential to feel the script inch by inch, was not in sync,we finally landed up with "A Beautiful Mind".
   Its such a clean movie where we start guessing with the experience in "shatter Island" ,but all our guess were left untwined and the director made us to believe the climax which he drew,the real life of Noble Laureate John Nash.
The plot speaks about a strange psychological disease suffered by the prodigy "John Nash" casting by Russell Crowe,nothing there is left to comment over bigshot.Alicia , female casting by "Jennifer Connolley" made  spectators to stare her like a frozen doll.Till the end ,the pair made people to solve the mysterious equations of love.A clean Hollywood movie where love is defined as love till the end,not as lust.How a prodigy marks a thin line between paranoids,hallucinations,imaginations and reality is the next half story.
         Dialogues thrown at the climax where mindblowing.Its a definite good watch for  people who wanna add spice for friday night as like me left out with empty room and a pathetic pal.

Tea for two and a piece of cake - A plain smile

       I have nurtured the habit of checking "New arrivals" at Crossword atleast once a month else  whenever I had time in my pocket.As Iam in the quarters of John Grisham's Litigators a heavy stuff ,I thought I should have some lightweight read inbetween ,hence I flicked "Tea for two and a piece of cake".Just a skim of epilogue and overheard about Preeti Shenoy,writer who shares the same place I dwell in triggered me to pick it for this month.
        Once I completed the book in couple of day's midnights,no souvenir left for me except the style of writing.The plot speaks much about erotism,lust and so on.In nutshell to say,heroine Nisha falls in lust in the misconception of "love" with a bigshot "Samir" who had his wings touched Wharton,Columbia varsities.She was in cloud nine moments with two kids after marriage but belittled by her husband who is completely out of the league of Indian marriage customs.Then its about how she brings up her living cheerfully with the guy who adores her.
         Its a lightread inbetween a heavy stuff  like a criminal thriller,if we are not ready for hardcore fantasies its a book for a Plain smile.

        

bharfi-Lived a life in screen

           A movie where I saw "munram pirai life"(tamil movie casting by sridevi and KamalHassan)  again in Bollywood.Inspite of being an Indian,Bharfi is the second Bollywood movie which I stared at theatre,as language penetrates as an obstacle.If I stand out of my own taste of movie pitch,its a life lived in the screen where Ranbir casted as "Bharfi" did overwhelming performance as a physically challenged but with mindstunning common sense.Priyanka casted as "Jhilmil" gave sharp pitch of life to autism with her gleeful smile wherever its possible.The sharp tone of priyanka in calling "Bharfi" remains as like souvenir to the movie.
                Iliana D' Souza is again a starving puppy ,thiny ,winny,skinny and she looks pleasant at places where shots are taken to outline it and to show "she is gorgeous".The plot is simple where asusual " love at first sight just fails" and it gets it perk in the second chance where Ranbir finally goes with his childhood friend ,autistic Jhilmil.The synce between two different physical challengers
brought a magic and spark to their life.Too much use of stream of conciousness technique which makes people out of glue from their seat.
          "Love-Live together,die together" is the start and the end ,as a whole there is no small spark of doubt in bagging upcoming awards for bharfi.Actions spoke more than words as a whole.

Oru kal ORu kannadi-Cheers for sandhanam

                    
  Its the movie which shaked my friends room last night with rolling laughter ,one and only out of Sandhanam who bags all the claps.As its a movie in my mother tongue-A complete comedy Tamil movie,my couple of friends those pathetic souls got slaps after slaps ,by-product out of laughter.Its the first midnight show ,we spinsters watched with thuts,claps,and all the pranky things in the world.
                   Though I have watched handful number of comical movies by M.Rajesh,this movie hits the top in the list as we are completely  bowled out of exclusive Sandhanam-the "Kalakal" comedian's track.If a person wanna get story out of it,its really a nightmare as this movie lives only on "Laughter,Laughter,Laughter".
                   Heroine Hansika remains as plumpy as she is,hero Udhayanidhi Stalin looks too much pissed of with dance and they both made a fun-creating couple together like a Pumpkin coupled up with Drumstick.A simple so called love story of these generation where joy spills out by timing punch.Both did a job for a movie which needs hero and heroine to just fill the space of those characters.
                 On the whole its a n-time watch movie where all laureals are deserved by Sandhanam and his girlfriend "Jangry".On the whole its a theeeeen addaaaaaaaaaa(local term can be understood if and only if we watch).

The Alchemist-"Evergreen"

                                             
  This is the only novel which turned my life's table,when Iam stuck up with too many losses,not the word "loss" but debts to be repaid back to this universe,obviously " an anasthesia",rarely pages of some books act as an extended hand in pulling our resilience power(meaning:How fast a person recoil from the shock),hence it is this.The first novel out of my own interest experimented outside India(Paulo Coelho).In my first instance,I want to show my token of gratitude to such an author who lives in another corner of the same universe.
          It wont be a honour if dont narrate the moral I learnt from this philosophy Bank,it tuted me "adversities" all these words are natural in making up life in the world.Death,Betrayal,abandonment all these words give one line info "LESS U KEEP,MORE U HAVE FREEDOM" not only me but also all being in this world would have  experienced the taste of those words.
         The plot of novel revolves around a shepherd boy who makes a wish to be a traveller all around the world,his dream how it adds fuel to the fire? is the clue left for the readers,atlast the treasure what he meant in his dream is unfolded ,not a baghunt to learn the art of converting sand to gold,but to sculpt a person with the experience of being a person how he should be in this universe.It was absolutely a "ground breaking read" voting  maximum stars.Its the masterpiece by Paulo Coelho,simply I adore it,till none topping this Book in my list.
       Its a review written after a solid year of my reading,its a book not to be epilogued but something to be experienced.My soul literally ran out of my truely tired body when I experienced it.I cherish the moment I read it.
        "Whatever you conspire the whole universe helps you in acheiving it" at times God's answer for some wishes might be "No" not always "yes" appended by me to sooth my soul.
       

TIME'S EMERGENCY

       All is set well in public life unless and untill "bandh" (protest) is proclaimed in Metros where BMTC horns are the calling bells for beings from dog to human.I do have a mixed feeling about it,at times is it good to have ,to know the need of our co-existing ecological friends.Nothing is stand alone,everyone is relative with other job or person.
    It sounds really really amusing ,amazing in poetic view but not when comes into actions.No time to appreciate it,if I do it Iam quite sure to be called "Lunatic".Anyways with the same mixed feeling,where Iam left helpless should convey my simple thanks for the ecology to help me when I had the need to ply from office to home.At times reluctant people should be showered with thanks,that's what Iam doing here.According to me "Bandh" means Emergency flag raised by time to itself/.

The prodigal daughter-Jeffrey Archer

                 
 overheard much about jeffrey Archer and his novels,one among the top ten story tellers in America  left "kane and label half turned" but  sat with the resolution to skim the taste out of one more novel of his.Hence I found "The prodigal daughter" in my small town's library.
                    "yippie yippie, as I reached atmost towards the climax".I expected it would be a good read,hence it is.The plot spins over a well nurtured daughter who wanna be the president of U.S ,not for her father's concern.I really suspect if a girl brought up in such a temperature ,will they really become what they want to be? Being a spectator of the heroine and reader of the novel,I felt why not Mark Twain be blessed with such an atmosphere.How two rivals progeny fell in love,made a business ,bought a bank ,last but not the least  heading United States too.
                    The novel mirrored good aphorisms which has its own roots from the lifetime experience of Jeffrey Archer.Now my love is towards Jeffrey for reading all those alphabets jumbled to give such an artistic feel,"when I was three I wanna be four,when I was four I wanna be prime minister"
might sound to be over ambitious dialogues,but it suits my author.After a good read I felt charged up feeling will I try to make some stuff to be a prodigal daughter?
                Some books makes my inner being to wake up ,shake up and to walk out completely,such book is prodigal daughter.Now Iam all set for "Prisoner of birth"

Couple of years in my pocket

I just went back to my memory lane as like cleaning your book shelves,laptops memory,I dont live in a land where time turner available,but I had a smile while rewinding the past.Here it goes..

By the time I  accomplished my college life so called”Engineer” title been bagged  without the pride of  it,many days I felt abashed to pronounce myself as “Engineer”.With all those heavy heart,it was the time for me to mark a full stop with my routine life being no more a student.Even now I remember amidst lot of twist and twirls which I found in short span of time ,I save those tears shed by my dear pal “Subha” in my gyri and sulci of my brain.Till Iam stuck up with some disease to haunt my brain,I let this word to haunt my life to the core.

             Stepping out of deep south,boarding my first domestic flight after fighting a good accident past 3 months,setting my mind for the  professional training to win my bread .New chappati munching communities ,artificial styles for which Iam bit ready  as my outlook been designed by pal,Indian mother tongue-Hindi been heard everywhere.The first day in Gurgaon Paying Guest room shocked,bewildered me along with the stranger as my room mate.Those days be cursed for a bitch not again for me.Final ray of hope was my college friend –“aarrti.TRJ” really obliged for her care and share in anything and everything.I felt her like an “OASIS” in an abandoned desert.Their home is also a “home” for me but not a house.

             Pathetic situation is my TH-7 –“A class to haunt” each day morning its like some puller pulls me into it purposefully.Not much accustomed with “Hindi” making use of my friend as the translator ,nevertheless that haven’t worked much, bagging two consecutive flunks in test made my life to somehow fly away from the desert.Everyman has his own break point,as the saying we followed shortcuts to occupy seats behind brilliant tycoons,learning the art of copying as I flunked in my second test due to wrong method of copying.I saw a new facet of “me” only at that desert.Where to use what,not always longer route, at times shorter route ought to be used.

                 Freezing climate,scorching stress ,everything everything as a whole moulded me what is meant by interesting living” just for  making it honeycoated I dont want to use the word interesting ,it’s the time I felt to have remote control for life(corporate life).Everything I was ready to do,to be here in the place where I live now.

              I gained a lot,lost less.As like a hit at Bull’s eye I learnt one moral “gravitational force pulls u with great pressure where your mind wanders.hence tolerate it."Anyways it might sound like sad story but Iam happily living ever after apart from work for the sake of bearing the title "employed"

P.S:Not a philosopher,just a bit from my memory lane .Waiting with mere expectation for my 2nd anniversary sep 27th-with my boring husband "My work"

A virtue

Its not a random click,purposeful click at Nandyoling Temple at Coorg.If something happens twice,it would happen thrice too I would be in cloud nine if it so.

Aleph-By Paulo Coelho

              

 If I do honour my past ,I wouldn't have taken this long era to finish this book ,supposed to be a "groundbreaking read" unfortunately its of ok types.My favourite author has become a boring philospher in my pupil now,atmost learnt all philosophical dialogues from him.I should speak about my pace of reading in this book,as that adds up fun to the core.Not attracted,but obsessed by the epilogue hence went with my office pal to Marathahalli in search of second hand book stalls,its my ill-luck came back with empty hands and a cup of juice.
                 "Obsession is young man's game" true to it invested three hundred bucks in original copy at Crossword.Couldnt resist as like a kid is mouthwatering for a DiaryMilk,I got an empty seat at Cross word,flipping the pages as fast as I could.By this intro even if Iam a reader,I would come to the conclusion "finished within a span of 3 solid days",never be astonished successfully completed after solid 3 months.
                   Here comes the epilogue in nutshell writer goes back to his past and finds his love before 500 years ago with a violinist at present.I loved those good aphorisms about karma and the exceptional part is his travel in Trans-Siberian railway covering continents at different time dimensions from Moscow to Beijing.Religions,customs,karma etc etc nothing is left unturned.

          "AT TIMES WE WANNA TRAVEL AS FAR AS POSSIBLE,TO KNOW WHICH IS NEAR" ,its a decent read cheated in many places but I took a long journey with Aleph(meaning-A memory ring where souls go back to past)

-On the way

             I came out from office with gushing thoughts to be poured ,but by the time I sat with my lappy ,I have no clues where my thoughts flew.Hence the post for the day.
            That was a windy rainy 6 o'clock at Bangalore,which is always unpredictable as like most of human mind.Once I got down in my halting stop. I stood there and gazed for five minutes  "A white sign board as background-shows its omnipresence for the lane" -(thank God,not being a victim in the hands of advertisers for that day)  and foreground is with dark brown tree without a single leaf ,as like danced for autumn,both grounds are formed just out of mere coincidence.
            I really felt bad for not having a mobile without cam only on that eve,as I missed a rare shot out of nothing,but merely out of coincidence which made me to stand still for five minutes in the bus stop.Thank u heavens as drizzling rain was one among the two spectators,the later one is me.:).
  Moral of the story:  At times all thinkable parts of our body present physically  andvirtually should be zeroed by a damn good sleep.

Getting institutionalised

                       Not seldom,not rare,many situation turns out us an institutionalised woman,for a change “not man” in common usage.I have experienced it ,but without knowing a technical term or philosophical term for it-“Institutionalised”.Recently  came to know from the movie “Shawshank Redemption”,its pathetic to say watching 1992 movie in 2012 series,better late than never.

                            Something which we hate at the first sight,then getting used up to it,and finally creating a bond of dependency with it like a parasite.From the movie perspective it’s the Jail they took as the object where all subjects clinged to it,if I link mine is it a glue between me and social customs ,family at rare times,recently Paying Guest Hostel without giving me a clue of future.

                             I felt pity over me for not able to come out of one world where I crept,slept and walked.Directly or Indirectly is this world tries us to make as an institutionailsed woman or the vice-versa of it where we are not able to sense the visibility.

                             To stand with my thoughts,always I want some persistency in anything and everything,what I mean is SOLID PERMANENCY,though I play with words to humbeg ,eyewash me from the threats of institutionalisation.

x or y

                
                This is the post I ought to write when I felt bit confused with washroom selection.In  corporate sector ,its the skirt and pant of the stick man and woman, stuck at the washroom door adds true sense in washroom selection.Though jeans and jeans combination works out for ladies and gentlemen in daily life ,it would never work with the Benchmark followed to distinguish washrooms.
                    Pictures speak more than words,I agree but certain exclusive conditions what would happen if the skirt gets smerged and went out of visibility?,as like in 80's Tamil Movies a bad joke?.These are few rare places where pictures and words should speak together as a pay off for modernisation.

short story-call by surrogacy

This is the story we laughed,laughed rolling here and there while my friend was doing editing work limiting for the contest to 300 words.I have never felt for copying code from my friend's program but I felt so expressive when a single letter 'a' is removed.

Motley coloured My Nation "Bharath" always bleeds with the wrong semantics of"Technological improvisation for Mankind benefit" and "Traditional etiquettes".If and If,donating blood and kidney stands as the icon of alms ,then why not "surrogate mother".

                      "Agara muthala eluthellam adhibhagavan ........",she can hear those strong broken Tamil verses of universal poet Thiruvalluvar  in the air.Though Hitler attracted Germany by his "law of attraction effect",SethaLakshmi is neither The Germany,nor a  horse-shoe magnet towards education.Sita dwells in the next door of so called school "anganvadi cum primary school".She dwelled with exumerant happiness ,as one amidst multi millionaire,nevertheless she has penny in her pocket.Counting the chickens,flaunting in the zephyr from thorn shrubs,milching cows,melting in the scorching heat are her hobbies,spent her max of time with non-living creatures,than with living beings.She is pampered in the cradle by mother God "Nature" .Alas,Time took sita in its wrist and landed up her  in the same world,under the same sky devoid of her biological mother .Her thesaurus is now devoid of syllable "Amma-Mother" . Her mom expired out of leukemia before been known by her family. Her maternal uncle and aunt started to monitor her as like Global positioning system. They desperately want to mark a fullstop for their duty as a guardian. They found a moderate guy for sethaLakshmi.Neither decided in heaven nor hell ,in nutshell sita’s universal life which could have been spread as banyan tree is limited by the fence,finally kesavan tied her  knot and Sita lost her degree of spinster.As like a complete Raymond man, Kesavan is a complete Indian man.Inspite of Kesav being in a mediocre clerk work in the village panchayat,they both lived happily  with love and lust.Evergreen leaves withered,autumn arose with tornado in their life.Kesav met with a horrible accident,which challenged his life.As Kesav and setha havent hailed from “riches”,setha is challenged with her  love.Setha rushed to General Hospital ,but she was in need of surpulous money for his Skull operation. Setha doesn’t want her love’s soul to fly in air. All approach she tried, got flunked. As a token of help doctors came up with an idea, rent -----------  , rent  her  womb.Not  for a day,a month,but for nine months.-“Surrogate Mother”.”Ignorance is bliss” ,hence prooved.Doctors explained her in detail,the pros and corns of surrogacy.She accepted- ,as she is desperately in need of hot cash,and it’s a legitimate task. Her love for him made her a” Mother-Surrogate Mother” ,proving a three dimensional view of love.She underwent surrogacy without the knowledge of Kesav, who is inhaling oxygen in ICU.He is been operated and he started to recover well.Once he recovered from turmoil,Sita told him what had happened,he perplexed as if 10000 watts power passed within him.Possessiveness started to take an aggressive figure in his mind.He asked her to go for abortion.For some mankind, brain controls heart  and for Him heart controls his brain.

                              Will Sita go for abortion? Along with this pressure ,she wants to carry a complement too ,villagers gossips and stab .Life is not a fairy tale ,only to write good things .This matter sparkled in panchayat ,sita denied to speak as she wants the matter to be escalated till it hits the voice of India. sita’s last lecture to her mankind  “My respectful husband, pls don’t take my love for granted, as no more I live in my past,Love should live in heart.When it crosses ,it turns to be lust,but crossed even more-to be a cannibalist.I rented my womb,to own my dear’s love,its of no use.Though he survives,my love is in air,flew in air. He is not meant to be mine,let me set him free with the word to hold my womb’s jeevan.I abide to be a true mankind –“Being human” at the end of the day.The moral of my story is love is humanity,humanity is love,my love went in air now,hence found amidst each mankind dwelling in mother earth.”Again a Sita-in Agnipariksha”,”Will Indian tradition surrender under surrogacy?”

                                 Flash news flashed nook and corners of India.Bhattacharjee and four more friends of mine rolled our eyes again with a hot cup of tea.

eleventh minute cup of joy

                  Never touched Rangoli powder except for colouring the rangoli drew by my mom,its the second time with 100% hope without a term "practise" just clicked the green button for Rangoli Competetion - 66th independence at my office.Too many rehersals ,third partner selection till the last hour made the contest as a joke  for me and my pathetic pal.
       

     Its for this same art ,we felt ashamed to stand nearby hence vanished inside meeting rooms and cubicles.It was not a prank call,but a call from the HR to share our cup of joy bagging first prize .When we think a stuff goes too worst,it prooves at times to be other way round.A big fat thanks for any omnipresent power for sending a soul at the last minute to draw this sketch.

 
PS: A Scintillating rangoli art by superior contestants ,couldnt resist the beauty hence the pic.sorry guys for not bagging a prize ,but a place in my blog .