I feel younger whenever I befriend a small kid .This time Kushi 3 years old cutie, who shakes hand calling me plain Sathya without any tags to it.Feeling young again when she dictates me ,"Sathya, math Karo".My friend never wanted to call without a name to street doggies.Chandu,Ramu are her favorite doggies of street.Let it be sai Baba in temple,chandu or Ramu at streets,or her friend sathya she uses same language "love you chandu,take care chandu ,babye".without a bias,her love remains so constant with any soul.So much to learn from my small little friend who happily says "Bybye sathya with punch kiss".
Sunday, 31 August 2014
Friday, 29 August 2014
version 1.1
When you see death just a step ahead,
When you feel red blood of ten folks in your vein,
When you seek extended hands help for a spoonful of food
Cultures dissolved and that's the beginning of version1.1
When you feel red blood of ten folks in your vein,
When you seek extended hands help for a spoonful of food
Cultures dissolved and that's the beginning of version1.1
Thursday, 21 August 2014
stream of consciousness
Its eight in the evening with breeze brushing up my memoirs at my terrace.I like sometime for me everyday to rewind,unwind and to smile for myself.For some reason I like living in the past and that's one reason whenever I get sometime start opening its virtual doors.A pattern in me which that wind can feel and the vast sky understands when it peeps into my eyes .similar pattern we share ,doing things we ought to do here as a wind ,sky and as a homosapien.In this poetic timeframe,I like this happiness cartoon which makes me to hold all my memoirs standstill for a minute.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
Mahaswetha
Tiny book of 200 pages which I consumed In one travel to my native.I am so much touched by the postscript which expresses art as an impression of life.How well a book can be a trigger,ahem.
Author Sudhamoorthy has used Indian characters from name selection to stage plays .In a land where 80% of books having masala stuff,I found this book crystal clear with its gist.After so called love and wedding what's next when a girl prone to leukoderma all of a sudden,what's her prejudice in small village in spite of her hubby being a doctor.How she pulls her back and starts a life from scratch in a bigger city all by herself when man made relationships fail.I liked the weightage given to each character, bringing a doctor as hero and twisting the shades followed by many other .Author has done justice by weaving the plot as good it can be.underlying thoughts of any human which is rarely questioned has been brought out well ,introducing relationship tags.well written simple story for a night.
Saturday, 2 August 2014
bees of same hive
Lot of friendship day wishes gushing here ,there and everywhere.I was thinking about it bit deeper,as today I got a chance to spend time with myself. Every ship has a face value for it and for a person like me its really difficult to wish acquaintances without a feel for the line as because the world wishes,nevertheless love is a manipulated term for me.
Friends are my extended family in a way,few helped me to come back with my bone and flesh .few helped me to pick myself again and to fly free when family destroyed.few check my presence ,day and night and my health through their calls.Few take pride in my scorecards and blasted me for unrealized mistakes I commit. Few take happiness when iam back home safe after a business trip.Few stood by my side and made many things casually possible for me.I don't love air,I breathe it and its same here.few post what I write unconsciously makes me to shed drops and this is one as I could not put all memories into it.
Friends are my extended family in a way,few helped me to come back with my bone and flesh .few helped me to pick myself again and to fly free when family destroyed.few check my presence ,day and night and my health through their calls.Few take pride in my scorecards and blasted me for unrealized mistakes I commit. Few take happiness when iam back home safe after a business trip.Few stood by my side and made many things casually possible for me.I don't love air,I breathe it and its same here.few post what I write unconsciously makes me to shed drops and this is one as I could not put all memories into it.
Friday, 1 August 2014
Dhrona I see
In between rain from my jumbo office bus,felt like pouring out my fleeting thoughts before it dries up.Its about the guru-shishya ,mentor-mentee relationship for which I give all due respect in the world.Now I am taking pride of choices which comes by itself to me.I got a dhronacharya,who substantiates with logics to all small things without giving emotionally biased solution.He gave me all the chances to experiment mistakes,accepts my creativity without showing me ocean of solutions he have.With full zeal,in the mission of cloning his wisdom.All the way I choose ,I have a dhrona there.Now its my bigboss ,whose experience is simply my age.
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