just happy

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

Smiling Tears

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

Bhaag Milka Bhaag-lived a life

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

walking plan

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

The one in crowd

One amidst the crowd

He can be a market differentiator

He made stuff out of scratch

He opened a swiss account with zero balance

More than a so called term friend,The wellwisher

Whatever the term can be

This year brought me powerful questions.

Delightful faces with big smiles

There can be straight “no”

But all is fair in this game

A tutor for shaping my thoughts

Doesn’t want to tag with relationship

Let it be left in the way how it is.

Feeling  good like things turned well for me.

Let my prayers attract all the best things meant  for you

Can be from a pleasant wife to honeybees

You told me ,there is some ray of hope somewhere

You told me, things will fall in line

You told me ,this is how the world is

You told me ,some more philosophicals

And you told me don’t scream for change

 Instead Be the change.

Whatever the voice of earth says

Will be washed in the ages of time

Its not the matter who you are underneath

Its what you do, that defines you

Already defined for “The He”

                                         -Sathya Balakrishnan

Modern Kabir-Bhattacharya

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

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

Wireless connectivity

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

Touches here and there

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

Lusty

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