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THE MOST FASCINATING LIE

2009-02-17T18:16:00.000+05:30

What is the most fascinating lie you have ever heard in you life.
The lie that originates a smile; the lie which never hurts anybody but heals all; a lie that brings joy and no harm to anybody; a lie which is being universally accepted and universally expected to be true.

I have always been wonder struck that opinion differs in all cases, from the question of existence of GOD to the best song in the world.
But, this particular lie is left unquestioned because of the quantum of feel good factor imbibed in it.
Those magical five words have spread peace in minds of many.
Yes, I am talking about the climax sentence or the ‘tail end’ in most of the bed time stories.. AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY THEREAFTER…

It was a rain of happiness poured in to the heart when we hear those words from our parents who narrated the story with all the modulations to make us feel the story.
( I believe in childhood, we usually feel the story rather than understanding the same).

There were many occasions in which the story ended but I was still eager to know more about it. Spontaneously will come my question, ‘then, what happened’ and then comes the immediate reply which is the best part of that story.. ‘and they lived happily thereafter’…

We are not bothered about the under current message imbibed in it. All we want to know is how a problem is created and how it is resolved and the climax sentence like the ice on the cake: ‘ and they lived happily thereafter’.

But as I grew up, I understood the fact that it happens only in stories. I wish it happened in our life too. There was no part like that in any of the lives I know so far. These bedtime stories take us to a different world, a dream world. But I really wish that this dream world is the real world and the world we are living is the dream world. …

We have buried many truths in this world. We believe those things which we wish to be true. History need not be blamed for the lies we believe, but our ability to think and rethink is what that is to be questioned. Our conception of birth, life, death, GOD are all ( or I should say) COULD be a bundle of lies which we wish to be true.

To quote what is said in GITA, SARVAM MAAYA, means all is maya. MAYA means lie or whims or fancy. So what is the truth. We don’t know. But we believe in certain set of practices and wishes those factors to be true.

So, I think let us bury this one lie also, that THEY LIVE HAPPILY THEREAFTER, is not practically possible in anybody’s life.

Let them live happily…

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE

2009-02-17T18:12:00.000+05:30

Maybe I am the last person from whom you are hearing this.
Nevertheless, this is a fact. If you really believe in what you do and have faith in your belief, believe me, nothing is impossible.

There could be many examples in history to prove this.
I shall add one for namesake.

I am passionate to become a storyteller. I am already in the journey, so I shall redefine the first sentence of this paragraph, as “I am a storyteller”.

Ambitions are not to keep at sea level when we have sky in the nature.
I believe that the stories, which I have written, are not mine. They are HIS ideas.
Therefore, I believe that it is my responsibility to make it reach to all.
In order to get these stories noticed, I am trying the ways and means and the Google gave me an opportunity to know more about commonwealth short story competition.

I didn’t care to think who all the competitors are or what is my standard. I just thought I should go ahead.

I searched through the site and got an id of an organizer to whom I decide to send a request, briefing my passion.

You know, that mail was from the heart. Before clicking the send option, there was only one prayer in my mind. GOD, I wish I get a reply at least, whatever it maybe.
I clicked the send option.

In a few minutes, I confirm the existence of GOD. HE replied my wish!!
I got a reply from that person within minutes.
I was so eager to read it..

The content was not encouraging as it was from a human, but prayer was been attended. That’s enough! So, I would say to all, “HAVE FAITH IN GOD, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE”.

Content of the mail: (Only for those who are eager to know that):
(Hi, I am out of office for the next one week. Will resume back to work on 7th of Jan, 2009- It was an auto reply set by him.)

It was normal message set for all. But, I was given a strong message.

Thank you GOD.

rEserVIng seats to HeaveN

2008-12-20T10:06:00.003+05:30

Hey Terrorist…

What point you have to prove? That you are strong? Are you here for an Holy War? If so, what is your ultimate aim? Could you achieve that? Are you here to prove your patriotism? If so, work for your country’s development. It could develop without harming us. Or you want to prove that you are hard core fanatic? Then, be a prophet. You could never ever stop us. We will move forward removing all obstacles. Please don’t fall prey to devil’s word. We pity for your ideologies. You have no point to prove. If you still believe you have, then please don’t do it in the name of religion or GOD. Spare GOD at least because he loves you even for what you are. Aren’t you daring enough to come to light? What are you afraid of?

Just because you kill yourself and innocent people, you are not brave? You know that as we do. Your objective, your target, your path are sheer mistakes, a dump of stupid mistakes.

Let what had happened be a history and today be the first day for the rest your life. Just as the sun rises, earth rotates, flowers blooms, we will move forward. Nothing can stop us. Don’t forget that you too have wonderful brains and heart. You are not an extension (or a toy) of those devils whose brains are stuffed with criminal & selfish ideologies. Think for yourself. You are not a warehouse of others’ ideologies. Think for yourself. You are unique. Expand your knowledge, your vision. You could see a better world!!!

Together we shall work for the betterment of this beautiful world. Together we shall move.. You join or not, we shall move. There is a big difference between human being and being human. You are reserving seats to wrong destination and not to HEAVEN.

UNTAMED PHILOSOPHIES

2008-09-23T16:02:00.000+05:30

If you click, view my profile, it will not speak for me. Words scribbled there do not match with me all time. I hope the same is with everybody. Your mood cannot be constant. We are nomads; nomads in mind at least. I have never tried to keep a constant mood. That is natural. Even the nature’s mood is not constant either. Sometimes I am revolutionary, determined to do something to change the world. Some time I am just a common man tucked up in traffic, waiting for a green signal like everybody in this world. I just thought of going to my past and examine myself. I was not constant anywhere. I don’t remember any good deeds. Many of my bad qualities haunted me. I stop thinking of past.

Today I saw a Korean movie: IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE. Beautiful one! After a long time, I felt the real mood for love. I don’t remember the last time, I really was in a mood for love. As I said, those moods keep changing. If you watch a patriotic movie, how long will that mood last for you? For me, it will not be there for a long time. I know people, who have joined gymnasium just after watching a Van Damme movie. But, will that mood sustain?

Anger, Lust, happiness; nothing last long. Now, my mood to get marry has fainted away. N numbers of people are involved in this; many are unknown and unseen.

Information Technology has a great impact; old news isn’t? My salary structure doesn’t match the current scenario. My philosophies don’t match the current scenario. My physical appearance doesn’t match the current scenario; and these profiles doesn’t match the required basic minimum in the wedding market’s current scenario.

I really feel embarrassed to shout like anybody there, I am Krishna Moorthy, age 29 (I can claim this only for one more month), working in an IT distribution Company as ………………………………………………. Believe it or not, it is damn boring. How a person select me? What are all my plus points: let me think… Hmmm… Sorry I am blank. Until today morning, many a times, I felt that my height of 180cm was one. But not after that phone call from my sister.

My sister and team are in desperate search of a partner for my business called life. Many constraints are there. As I said, my salary level or my Educational qualification level does not suit the current scenario; I have more hurdles other than the usual astrology and so forth.

So, hardly one alliance came from the Northern part of Kerala. She is a graduate, working in a bank. Her age is 27. I was wondering why a girl of the age 27, who has a job, was not yet married. I, in fact, was looking for a much younger girl. Philosophy comes to my rescue and consoled me that age is not a criteria. She will be more mature and as her father had passed years back, she was the one who was supporting the family. So I should not look at the age factor. My sister sent me her photo. Meantime, she gave me the hint that she is beautiful. I confess that I was excited a bit. The more the expectations, the more the disappointment, if it doesn’t match. Yes, her photo was not so convincing to me. I once again realized the fact perspective differs. Just in time friend, yes, the age-old philosophy comes to rescue once again. Physical appearances are just skin-deep. You have to look at the heart. My sister called me and asked my opinion. Given only one option and was asked to pass my opinion!! Being aware of my drawbacks, I said yes to proceed.

I was instructed to send my photo to her. I was damn busy with my office work that I had to rush to a studio, (even without shaving) after my office hours and took a snap. I asked the camera-man to give a print out in mat-finish and not glossy. Next day, I got it developed. The photo was an average output of my appearance. I was disappointed. But I have to send without further delay. So I send the same to her.
Then a flash news came!
Yes, the girl said no to my appearance. She said no, where she want to. Reason, which was been announced officially, is my height. One addendum to it, I guess, would have been my photo. Sans fate, who else should be blamed for this?

As a man who lives in a dream world for most of the time, I was not aware of the changes that were happening in this planet. I am not used to say no, where I should have. I have learnt many lessons because of that. Still I haven’t changed myself. Her height is 154 cm, which means there a difference of 26cm, if I am the base. At this point of time, I realized the importance of measurement and I traveled back to my school days, where I learnt the unit of measurement. Milli centi deci meter, deca hecto kilometer…
You will not measure water in centimeter and will not measure distance with liters. So, there is an unit of measurement for everything in this universe. Length, breadth, height, diameter, speed, and so on.

So, what is the unit of measurement of a man. Is it the height? How does that reflect his nature? So like, litres as well as density is there to measure the liquid, what is the second unit of measure and what is that to be measured?
The unique feature of any object in this world is to be measured. Then, as sixth sense the unique feature, which humans claim, is their monopoly, it should be the unit of measurement. How to gauge this sixth sense?

The most common unit of measure in this world among human beings is the unit called money. It is the most popular one. If I am been measured with unit of measurement, my name will fall deep below the average.

I will not say, it should not be the unit of measure just because I am way behind. Let that unit continue to speak for a person, I don’t care. But I will not oblige to it and I will not allow anybody to weigh me with that. Stubborn, isn’t? May be it is a growling of a non-achiever in life. So, what is my unit of measure, you may ask. What I personally feel is the unit of measurement of any human being should be after considering the following parameters. What is his ambition in life? What he has done to this world? What is his current scenario? A sigma of this and the result should be the unit of measurement.

Kindly remember that the result will not be in money terms always. It will be different. We are all born to live and not to die. Within this short span of time, we come across lot of obstacles, which will have no impact to the result. Even if you achieve or not, you will die. Even if you didn’t follow your heart and follow what the rest of the world, then too, you will die. Therefore, death is constant and the variable factor is the time span. So, within this limited time span, what we have achieved in this life, what we have done to our satisfaction does matter. Your ambition and passion might not be comprehensible to others. Never mind, let them laugh at you; move on. People may laugh at you, because you are different; I laugh at them as they are same, Churchill once said.
Remember, there will be a future to this planet when Einstein, Aristotle, Alexander, Gandhiji, Murlin Munroe, Osama Bin Laden, A R Rahman, Sachin Tendulkar, Shahrukh Khan, Federer, will be wiped off from the history. To go one step further, maybe there will be a future where Jesus Christ, Allah and Krishna will be known to rarest. If it took just 400 years for the Americans to be the strongest (I still don’t know the unit of measure of this one), who can guess the strongest after 10000 years? As of now, we believe that the unit of measure of our planet is years.
So where will be Krishna Moorthy in the history of this world?

So, who should be blamed for this non-alliance? All these scientific calculations and inventions like camera has made an impact in my life. The photographer, the lensmaker (I believe a high quality camera can make you look good; that’s the truth), the inventor of the camera, the person who inducted theory of relativity in us, the person who invented the unit of measurement of human beings, or to be short and precise, me?

I don’t have an idea. And I am not going to ponder. Hey, friends, come on; I am not depressed. Let me be clear to make you clear. I was just wondering why I didn’t tell no when I was having reasons for it. Why I expect people to think the way I think? You should not expect a lion not to eat you just because you a vegetarian.
Even when I was not that much satisfied with that alliance, why I said yes?
I should blame the philosophies I trust or follow. But these philosophies help me in times of need. I wonder the impact these philosophies have in our life. Our philosophies help us to depict our mistakes as EXPERIENCES, our philosophies helps to motivate us in time of need. It helps to justify all our deeds.

Will I say yes or no to the future alliance, time will give you an answer. But, I will say once again, it is really a boring job. I suggest you to marry a known person, atleast known to your family: another philosophy!!

There are many untamed philosophies in my life, which I need to be accustomed with, to live in this so-called real world, but the tamed ones are always there in times of need. After all, THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS UNIVERSE!

Courtesy to Sun...

2008-08-28T11:09:00.006+05:30

It is U...
Who made my eyEs to touch those
Red roses..
Blue mountains...
Green valleys...
It is U.. The SuN!!!

JOURNEY CALLED LIFE (LAST PART)

2008-08-06T18:59:00.001+05:30

The provisions, I calculated was wrong!!! The formula I gave went wrong somewhere, it seems. Now I got the first mail from a business for it. It will be followed by many. Then as an ice on the cake, there came the next news. A cheque I issued last week was been given without deducting TDS (Tax Deducted at Source). Now, everything is happening around me… I was wondering where it went wrong and surprisingly my mind landed at a place in Radha Nagar. Is it because I selected the road through the mosque??? Is this a treat by Lord Ganesh? No, it could not be so. After all, HE is a GOD.
Then, what happened?

We people are very conscious while downloading the problem to others. We easily point fingers at others and we wish we are always right and we don’t want to admit the mistakes. We search for reasons to bail out from the issues.
By pointing fingers at the mosque road, am I becoming toooo superstitious?

There are many superstitions, as they are been called, within us; in fact, within everybody.

HISTORY: I used to wear a red pant in all the tournaments ( whether washed or not), to secure wickets and bowl well. It worked for me. Also, there are some dresses, which make me feel confident when I am moving out with a mission. Like this plenty are there…

If you recollect, you could find your own superstitions you have set in your life.

Why they are called superstitions? Is it because, those actions (programs) are working in our system (body/mind) alone and it will be difficult to digest by others? If yes is the answer, I am believing in a particular religion and doing rituals as per that. I do not believe in the rituals of other religion. Does that mean other religion is superstitious? The answer should be YES. But, most of us, who respect other religions as well, will not consider that their rituals are superstitious. We just accept the fact that, it is their faith.

Here comes the best word, I was looking for… FAITH. So, at last what matters is the faith. So, if I have faith in my religion, it works for me. If I have faith in my GOD, HE answers me. So, at last what matters is the quantum of faith attached to each activity. If this can be accepted as the FACT, then, if I have faith in my superstition, and if it works for me, what is wrong in having FAITH in our RITUALS?

So, we can clearly demark a FAITH from SUPERSTITION. Faith is something, the belief in it, is giving us (each individual) the desired result. If the same faith is been followed BLINDLY by others, on the presumption that it may work for them too, then it is called SUPERSTITIOUS.

Search for your own examples. We are following lot of things blindly because our ancestors did it. There is nothing wrong in questioning the same and get convinced for ourselves. Such questioning has brought to the evolution or the status where we are now.

So there is nothing wrong in having our own faith. Let others call it superstition. But if it is working for us, let us continue following it.

One more peculiar feature, I have noticed is that, as you have rightly judged, my English is poor. But I can speak a fair English in front of certain persons while my English will be bad while conversing with a certain group. Why it could be so? It is because, in my sub-conscious mind, the program has been set like that for those persons. It will automatically tune my mind and body while I respond to each individual.

So definitely, everything works based on the impact it creates within our inner selves. Even yoga, self motivating practices, all teaches us to visualize where we wish to be regularly so that we can achieve the same one day. In world, everything is created twice, once in the virtual world, then in the real world, with matters.

So, if we achieve something in the virtual world, we could achieve the same in real world. Prayers help a lot for us to reach our goal. If we have faith in GOD, and also faith in prayers, nothing like that. Even if you don’t know the meaning of the words you are spelling, do pray, because, you need not know the language of a program to operate it. Just understand the fact that, if you click that button what will happen. Even though you can enjoy more if you understand the meaning, still you believe in those prayers, have faith in it, it will work for you.

Next day, I took the Ganesh temple route to my office and I was surprised to see that my problems were solved!!!
It supplemented my conclusion that the mosque route had caused the damage.

Let me clearly tell you that I am not trying to be religious here. What I am trying to say is, if some faith or superstition (?) is working for you, what is the wrong in following the same?

Let us believe the power within us and also the connection or the route through which your questions are been answered. If your faith in religion is helping you to solve a problem, believe in your religion. If your reasonability is helping you, believe in it. If you believe that there is no GOD, have a faith in that BELIEF, it will never let you down. At last, what matters is faith!!! Have trust and faith in your belief, it will never let you down.

Jesus has said the same in a very simple way. As I said earlier, we wont accept which are told in a lucid style or which are simple. But, at last those MESSENGERS were here to convey things in a simple way. Jesus has rightly said: Let your faith save you!!

And, I have faith in my beliefs. I don’t want to take the risk. I wish to have pleasant days in my life. Enough pressures I am having in my office. I don’t want to add oil to the same by traveling through the risky route. Let ALLAH understand my feelings !!!

2008-06-24T10:12:00.004+05:30

JOURNEY CALLED LIFE PART III

First, let us think why there is a religion and why there are so many religions. Religion itself means faith or belief. Even if we analyse a particular religion, there will be castes, which are nothing but the branches of the religion. For eg., there are CSI, Latin Catholics, Jacobites, Roman Catholics, Pentecost in Christianity. All these castes believe in the same GOD, but still their ideologies differ. Some DO’s of a particular caste are Don’t’s for the other even though they believe in the same GOD! So, who designed these DO’s and Don’ts. If it was by GOD, then they should unanimously come to a single point of conclusion. So, there is a need of reconciliation. Some discussions and serious thoughts might have lead to a new school of thought, keeping the basics in mind. Maybe, this could be the history of any caste.
If we take Hindu Religion, there are n number of GODS (at the first look), even though it also believe in the concept of Single GOD, viz., Parabrahmam . However, their style is different from Islam or Christianity. Each have its own unique features based on the culture, geographic location and the ideologies of the people who nurture the same.
Let us first accept the fact that, there are fools in those periods (past) as there are in this era. It is not that all the people in those Ages are intelligent. It is not so.
There could be reasons, why a particular system was been followed in that Age. That doesn’t mean, it is applicable even in this era. You could interpret and try to bend the system in such a way that, you could convince people that it is meant for this period also.
Why there is a necessity of a religion? It is just a chain or shackle to keep us a good social being. If we look at the core idea or objective of any religion, it is a very simple philosophy been said. Love each other and live peacefully. But some people don’t like things to be simple. They presume that things need to complicated and should not be easily comprehensible to remain precious. So, for them, the religion is been utilized or been wrongly interpreted. May be because of this reason, there are many Hindu temples above mountains. If you look at the famous Hindu temples, it is been situated above mountains or seashore. Why it could be? Let me try out some justification in my own style.
Mounting a hill or a steep place requires effort or you yourself strain a lot and at last you reach the destination. There could be lot of interpretation for this. It could be, to attain success, you should struggle or it is not an easy job to reach the top or God is everywhere, even on top of a mountain. Alternatively, it could be because, these places will easily lift us to solitude, where we can think for ourselves. At last, how we take it, is what matters. It is up to each individual’s perspective. I have wondered seeing people, who will not even visit the nearby temple once in a week, or say a month, but visits temples, which are far apart, traveling long distance, to worship the same deity. Again, it is a debatable area, and I am ready for it, if you are there.

Coming back to the reason of existence of a religion, let us understand that such social set ups are been constructed to keep things in a safe mode and less anti social activities occur. When people began to cross this illusionary boundary, the role of police or law keepers came in to light. This made the people to think for a moment before committing a crime.

As per all religions, the family life is mandatory. Why is it so? It is only because; to keep people tied up with the social world and to keep them more responsible to this society. Being a family person, one could be aware that he/she is also part of the society they are living.

If one really understands these things, he could live a bachelor life or a spinster life as they wish. But if at all, freedom was allowed in any religion explicitly, then it could create chaos and it may be wrongly interpreted and may be utilized for wrong purposes.

So, if at all your goal needs you to be alone, then proceed further, without any doubt, if have analysed the pros and cons of it. Understand the fact that the social laws are written for the common.!!!

Coming back to the journey, I proceeded through the mosque route and reached office on time. Now a day, I see less people traveling with their lights on in the daytime. It was month beginning week. I have to submit reports to the management. It is quite critical and urgent too. My major job is to calculate provisions for different business units, based on which their profit for a month is calculated. I am handling the freight section, which the lion’s part of a business expenditure in my company. I prepared in haste and submitted before noon. I was happy that I am online. Then, suddenly, at the end of the day, when I was about to press Alt+F4, there came a mail…..
(Wait for the effects….)

2008-06-20T16:45:00.002+05:30

Today I am going through Radha Nagar. Radha, that name suddenly give me the sweet memories of my friend who was there with me when I was in UKG. Whenever I cross through this place, I used to remember her. God knows where she is and I know that she will not remember me. But whenever I hear that name, she comes into my mind.
Such things happen in everybody’s life. Some songs will take us to the particular period we were living like college era, school era, like that. Some smell, some names and so on. Name… it is a beautiful area to be discussed. I have seen my friends searching all the books and now in internet for getting a name for their children. But in India, as most of the names pertains to God, there are lots of debatable pairs, like my dad and mom, their names being Venkatasubramanian and Parvathy respectively (as per Hindu mythology, Subramanian is the son of Parvathy).
Name, according to me is just a title to the folder. Whenever that name is been heard or spelt out, that folder is opened. For eg., if I say Maniratnam, we start exploring the file called maniratnam in our brain. Anything and everything about him is stored here.

While traveling through Radha Nagar, there is one Vigneswara Temple (Lord Ganesh’s Temple) on the road side. There are n number of Ganesh temples in Tamil Nadu and one will get confused, if somebody mention it as a land mark.
This temple is situated in a turning. I have to take right turn if I have to pass through this temple. If I take left, I could join the main road through a less traveled, short cut road. Now, again the question was popped up. Which route? Right or left?

HISTORY: Sometimes I spent hours to decide which dress to be worn in a particular day. Should I make the call or not? There is always a dilemma in this or that situation.

There is a mosque if I take the left route and there is a temple, if I take the right route. I wish to travel in my own path. I have my own ideologies. It is a mix of rationalism and atheism. Here also, I am bit confused between this or that. I strongly believe there is always a middle of the road theory. But here, the options are clear. Either through the mosque route or through the temple route.

Any way, my utmost objective is to reach the office as early as possible; no matter it is through the mosque route or through the temple route.
To prove myself, that I am generous and to supplement my belief that there is only one GOD, I decided to go through the mosque route.

If one has taken a decision, then it should be final. You should never think about the road not taken. But my brain, my mind was thinking about the temple route. Will Lord Ganesh be angry with me. It was in front of him, I wrote the first letters in my life. He used to attend my request spontaneously. What he might have thought? I was bit worried. Then, I realized, he will have the broad mindedness to forgive me or accept my decision. That is why we call them GOD na. The opponent side was strong. It came up some strong statements. Passing through the temple and wishing him would have been a gesture of gratitude. There was a clear opportunity to show my gratitude towards GOD and I neglected. The other side didn’t give up… Why, cant I see Lord Ganesh in the mosque??
No…
Why?
Are you saying prayers pertaining to Lord Shiva in front of Lord Vishnu. No na? Then why should you say Ganesh mantra in front of a mosque?

HISTORY: When I was a kid, there was some doshas in my Jaathakam . So I was given to Lord Shiva and my parents adopted me from HIM. So I am GOD’s child ( as everybody). But I feel I am bit closer to him.. ( No debate please).
But, I was brought in a village where there is a Lord Krishna Temple. I used to go to the temple daily without any fail. I started admiring HIM.. Love HIM… used to fight with HIM… share all my feeling with HIM.. and HE became the best friend in my Life..

Whenever I am in trouble, a troublesome confusion peeps into my mind. Whom I should seek shelter; Lord Shiva, who is my father or Lord Krishna, who is my friend. Again, a this or that situation.

People in two state of mind is like traveling in two boats. You will reach nowhere and will be drowned. One should be clear, atleast in your favourite GOD. Why, I will tell you…
But do wait............

2008-06-19T17:44:00.002+05:30

JOURNEY CALLED LIFE…….

Dear Friends... Let me tell you one thing... please read my blogs only when have time for it. Dont read it in a haste....

Through this blog, i m trying to travel through a different path...

It is fusion of thought.. As usual i didnt curtail the thought flow.. I let it free... no matter in what order it came out...

A small suggestion... Please close your eyes for atleast 30 seconds..( not now).. Finish reading this sentence; after that close your eyes for atleast 30 seconds.. Take 5 deep breaths... and when you feel you are completely relaxed... start reading...

I appreciate your valuable comments......

The Journey called LiFe...................

As they say, religions are different paths to the same goal called GOD; there are different routes to go to my office from my home. I am always open to new ways and means, keeping the goal in mind. To explore is a thrill. I purposely avoid traveling in the same route daily. I don’t want to be a part of the machine. Going on the same route daily will make me stagnated and I will just turn right or left, change gears, slow down where the road is missing and do all the activities mechanically. My body will be attuned for the same. I don’t want that.

HISTORY: I used to brush my teeth with right hand. An accident with my right hand forced me to use the left, which led to a great realization. That day I realized how much is the body attuned for our daily routines. I had to give instructions to my left hand to do the job. At first, I was bit irritated. It resulted in a slow down of my system. I was not able to think of anything else while doing the normal basic needs. I had to concentrate. Then, I thought of exploring this opportunity. Practicing with my left hand for some days, made me comfortable using both the hands.

Traveling in alternate routes will keep me agile, conscious, and fresh too. It sometimes helped me to keep away from traffic. How I decide a particular route for a day is interesting.

HISTORY: Based on my experience I realized that my second thought is right!! Yes, I started to pen down the answers or impulse of my mind whenever there is a this or that situation. The post mortem revealed that following the second option was most successful. Therefore, every time when I am in a mess and number of options creep in my mind, I strictly stick on to the second one what ever the consequence may be. Believe me, it worked out! The result was amazing and unimaginable. It would be difficult for you to digest the solution it (the mind) is giving to you. But trust your mind. Trust your mind without any conditions. Follow the instructions, and I will say, experience it!
Same way, while starting from my home in my bike, I will ask this question; which route for the day? And I will take the second option given by my mind.

I have heard, as you might have, about sixth sense and ESP (Extra Sensory Power). It is nothing but observing your mind keenly and freely. Doing meditation daily has increased my concentration. It is a very interesting to observe your daily activity. I will suggest a simple test for you. You too, try using the left hand for brushing your teeth and left hand to wash your face. Observe how much you have trained your body in a particular fashion without even being aware of it. Some times, I even wonder of many activities I do without even thinking for a second. After locking by bike, what I have understood is, I usually put the key in the left pocket of my pants. I am not doing it purposely, but I have ignorantly trained my body as such. We can identify many activities. I have seen people typing sms in mobiles or dialing a call without even concentrating a bit on that activity. Even if our mind wanders, the body will stick on to the venture, in many circumstances.

Who is the greatest warrior: One who has conquered his mind!! Yes, the war within you is the most difficult one to be won in your life. Trying to curtail a thought process, this, even if you felt should not be entertained, is a tedious task. If you travel, the way the mind wants to, you will be in the wrong journey. So whenever an idea is been generated, the reasoning part of your brain will be coming up with some suggestions. It will be based on experience and knowledge acquired directly and indirectly. The storage capacity of our brain is as vast as the storage capacity of the brain… I am not getting the right word to express its spaciousness. Whatever we have seen, heard, felt, observed is been stored in some folders. However, we don’t know the option to open all these files. We are just aware of it and using hardly 1% of the whole asset.

Like every ERP, there are some default capabilities for our mind. The emotional part for our brain is now very emotional; Why because, credit always goes to the heart for all emotional decisions taken by the mind (brain?). We used to say, follow the heart. But it is the most sensitive part of the brain taking that decision, for which the credit goes to the heart. That part has close nexus with the heart; but that doesn’t mean the heart takes the decision. No issues, the brain has no complaint for that. Now coming back to mind, where it is in the body, to which part it is closely associated, what is its capacity… I am nobody to answer these questions. A person in coma stage is been said to have his conscious part dead and his sub-conscious and unconscious part is still alive. Same time his mind is working 24x7. Therefore, what we can understand that mind is separate from the brain. If so, how can we differentiate between a thought from the mind and a thought from the brain? As I have earlier said, the second thought, in my case, was most result oriented. But I still don’t know whether it is from the mind folder or the brain folder or a mix of both. But once we have started exploring the mind, which, I would say, is like an external server, we could explore the world of telepathy, auto suggestion and other areas of mystery closely associated with us. Like there is LAN and WAN, we are still not aware that the mind is a WAN. We will not believe until and unless we experience it.

In Mahabharata, Dridarashtrar, the blind king was explained the war sequence between the Pandavas and the Kauravas, by Sanjayen who was there in the palace. He did so, by exploring the WAN of the mind. He didn’t went out to the war field, but sitting there itself he was aware of the happenings in the war field. I don’t want to get in to a debate whether it is a myth or history, but such a possibility of mind was recognized long time back.

Just like blue tooth, the mind will also been connected to other links, which are open in this arena (wavelength or frequency) and share valuable information. For these unknown links, we use the word, “sudden impulse” or we say, “what made me do that, I don’t know”, and such terms to describe these commands.. but once we have started accessing to this external links we can use the net meeting option, which in psychological terms is said as dual personality or multiple personality.

If we are aware of all these facts, we can slowly, very slowly, understand that there is a clear distinction between mind and the brain. Brain is just a tool or the hardware for these accesses or the software. Once we started accessing the mind part we will start getting the right answers for all our queries.. it is just like a black hole of the universe been explored. You will be aware of a whole new world!!!!!!

If we travel beyond the mile stone called mind, we can reach the Heaven called soul.
This soul, has started in a phased manner, to give instructions to me. And that is how I started all these workings and reach to the conclusion that, in most cases, it is the brain which is giving me the answer in the first lot and the soul, the second.( At first, I mistook it for the mind). I like to point a valid point here. What I am talking is that of exclusively my case; things maybe entirely different in yours. Be aware. And that is the pre history of accepting the second option given by my soul, in selecting which route to be taken to go to my office…
To be continued…

Theory of Relativity ( what is not in syllabus)

2008-05-31T13:05:00.006+05:30

Friends, Indian, countrymen,lend me your ears. I came to praise IT people and not to bury them. The evils these people doing are lying deep buried; their good deeds are only seen to the outside world.

Last one week, i m searching for a house. It was really amazing to look at the Freeads paper. The rental offers were with some specific conditions.IT professionals, preferably SATYAM!!!! Why, they stopped there? They could have mentioned the guys name also na. Huh!! Terrible yaar.. Its too much... Are they looking for any alliance or people for rent???

Lots of other debates are going on based on IT boom. The prices have increased, the status quo has been changed of indian middle class..

The auto drivers have forgotten that in India there are rupee denominations like 1 Rupee, 2 Rupee extra... All rates are in 20s, 25, 30, 35 and so on. There is no 22 or 34 or anything like that..

How people console themselves i dont know. Here comes the role of 'Theory of Relativity'. Many of us have forgotten what it is. But if i say an example, you could recollect. It is actually a joke i have read somewhere. It goes like this: Mr. X says, " i saved 95 rupees today?"

Mr. Y " How?"

Mr. X " I thought of going to station by auto, which would cost me Rs100/-, then i decided to go by bus, which is Rs 5/-".

Mr. Y " O boy, you could have saved 395 rupees!!!"

Mr. X " How come!!!???"

Mr. Y " You could have first thought of going by a car".

Why i am saying this here? Any guess??

Yes, this is called theory of relativity. But we are using theory only for consoling ourselves and we really know that we had done a mistake or we are wrong. But we want to keep us going, thats it.

But, because of this, we are taken for a ride.

Last weekend, i went for a movie at Udhayam complex.Yes, the same Udhayam complex, Chennai, were you can see the theatre personnel himself coming out and selling ticket in black market..

Who cares?

The very intelligent, calculative Indian, will think in the following fashion: Anyway, i have comeout for the movie. If i go back and come again on another day means, my plan is changed, my petrol cost will be another expense ... it goes... Better to buy the 50 rupees ticket for 80 or 90.. Very smart na!!!

If i enter the theatre and i feel like eating something, again these theives are waiting for a call. All costs are double the actual rate. Nobody to ask any question.

I discussed this with my friend. He updated me of a new area of squeezing. If you are traveling long distance in a bus, these buses will stop in a particular place, where they have tie up with hotel persons.( Heard that the commission is based on per head basis). If at all you feel to go for piss, you cant do it in a public place. As a male, i thought, that was the only freedom, or an added advantage i got,being an Indian male. We have to pay 2 rupees for it. Mind you, the rules are strict in these areas (only in these areas?).

Coming back to looting and consolation of ourselves, i wish to remind you of one thing. The definition of statistics. (That is the only definition i remember in my whole life). Lies, Damn lies, then comes statistics. This over-calculation with the imaginary figures and assumptions and ifs and buts... we are cheating ourselves.

This had led to lot of problems. We, non IT people, have to cope up with these IT guys in all walks of life. Gals are least interested in people of other profession. They are, as they are always, very specific. Now, too much. What is the problem with people from other industry? We confess that we dont know the pub culture, saturday fever, dating, sexting, metrosexual, partying, etc.

But these IT people are nice guys who bring lot of changes to our India.

If you see any matrimonial site, you could fee it. Most of them prefer IT guys. They are not looking for character or human side or such stuff.. Money... Money... and Money...

If the office timings of the partner is different from yours, there are least chance to meet each other. This could lead to many issues including extra marital affairs, which is seen as a welcome sign these days!!!

But, i literally feel, now that there is no point of pondering over this. As a great men has said, " there is only one thing that is constant in this world..CHANGE"...

The world is changing... We have to change.. our mindset has to change... But, if something good is said in the past, cherish it for the future...

iTz mY LifE

2008-05-29T10:54:00.001+05:30

Pudupettai is famous for all the wrong reasons. Persons who have completed their mechanical engineering will feel pity on themselves and the college from where they managed to get the certificate, but not the knowledge. Persons who haven’t entered a college campus even when as a shelter from rain are expertly handling the assembling jobs of two wheelers. Yes, it is here, where the stolen bikes are remixed or cloned into a new form and EXPORTED to other areas for sales. I could see young, up coming Dileep Chabbrias in this area.
All hardware second hand items are also available at this point of the world. From whistle of a pressure cooker to almost parts of titanic are here. I am in search of a legend.
Boss, where is this Murugan Hardware? I asked.
Our culture, ADITI DEVO BHAVA (Our guest is our God) is not been strictly followed in this area because all aditis are here in search of some lost bikes or second hand items.
Bad response.
Some how I managed to find it.
Mr…. Guru Moorthy?
Yes, I replied.
Please come. This shop is here since 1938. My father was the founder. We don’t do that nasty job. Stealing, assembling, selling… we deal only in hardware. Meanwhile, he guided me to the godown. We had to clear the web to move forward.
I don’t know why you are interested in such an old thing.
It took me one week to search it from the scraps.
Samuel sir said you are interested in antiques; but this is a waste.
I didn’t reply.
Here it is, he said.
I was delighted. I paid and thanked him.

What happened to our boss? Has he gone crazy or what?
I think he is. Or else, how can he do such a stupid thing.
We are made up of the most valuable woods in the country and this… this… shabby, good for nothing… I hate him at the first sight- the wooden chair said to his colleague.
See the rest of our members. See the flower vase; see the lamps; see the dining table; open your eyes and look around. Then look at yourself. What on earth made our boss to bring this ugly, rusted chair and keep it in the guest room?
Our hero was silent.
Talk something, the flower vase urged.
The old rusted steel chair wished everybody with a smile.
Hi friends; your boss had traveled a lot to find me; to bring me here. If you think, your boss is a fool, then let me not explain why I am here. If not I will tell you why I am here.
The wooden chairs looked at each other. They were keen to know why this damn thing is misplaced here.
So important you are? Let us hear your story and decide.

I was born in Bringhman Steel Factory in England. From there one Mr. Roosevelt bought me and carried me to India. It was just the time when the English started invading India and when steel chairs are been manufactured. We traveled via ship to India. Just when we entered the Arabian Sea, pirates attacked our ship. They looted the ship. I was looking young and shiny at that age and this provoked them to carry me too!! I was been taken in a small boat to the nearby forest. I felt bit concerned about my future. One of them carried me over their head and brought to a person. Inside the jungle, there was a small group of people living. And this person, it seems, to be their leader. They presented all the articles to him. He verified and grinned as a sign of satisfaction. Then, he suddenly looked at me and nodded to bring me. He was sitting on a rock covered with some animal skin. He looked at me eagerly and pulled me here and there and suddenly I stand in four legs. There was some sound of applause. He felt proud of himself and with a great pride, he sat on me..
After some rituals and fire dance, I was been brought to the arena and some flowers were thrown at me. Some costume works went on and I was been carried to a place with a majestic treatment. Every one kneeled down and respected me. I feel proud of my new life and myself.

I had the best part of my life in that jungle. Every day some functions will be on air. If some issue arises, there is only one verdict. The whole tribe will unanimously accept the decision of my boss. They call him Mooppan. One day everybody was looking gloomy. I over heard that Mooppan was on his deathbed. I too felt sorry for him. An outburst from Mooppan’s hut confirmed the sad news. I feel disturbed. I saw tears for the first time.
After few days, the eldest person in the group was been elected as the new head. On that auspicious day rain god poured blessings. But anything and everything over limit is too dangerous. The rain continued for days. One day I heard a sound nearing me. It grows to a furious one as time passed by. A sudden gush of water carried me and I started moving with the current. Banging here and there I don’t know when I lost my consciousness, but when I awoke I was shackled by a wood near a river bank. I was choking. Now the river is calm as if nothing had happened.

A man came for bath and noticed me waiting for a bail. He was surprised to see me there. He took me to his hut. As it was early in the morning, nobody noticed him. His condition was pathetic. I could read that at a glance. His hut was poorly been maintained. Poverty was visible. From his conversation and actions, I could understand that he was farmer who just sows but does not enjoy the fruit. His master ill-treats him and this poor chap owes some money to him. In mid of these entire crisis, I was the only asset for him. He doesn’t even had a bed for sleep. I felt proud of myself, the way he cared me was really touching.
One day, the land lord came to his hut. He was shouting and demanding the money. My new boss begged for some grace days, but not considered. The land lord ordered his men to take all the belongings from the hut and they were shocked to see me inside.
Oh! You don’t have money to clear my debts but for buying this!! The land lord shouted.
Oh my lord, I got this from the river.
You want me to believe this?? You …
He kicked the poor farmer near to death, snatched me, and placed me in his cart.
I could see the farmer bleeding and crying as I moved on to the next part of my life.
Things went differently with my new owner. He was arrogant, rude and I can use all bad words to describe him. He was the head of the village and his servant used to carry an umbrella and me wherever he goes. Thus, I got a friend. Mr. Umbrella was fed up of his job. He will be out during the hot and severe rain only. He haven’t seen the better part of the days. I felt sorry for his life. I tried to pacify him that he is a shelter and like, but he was not satisfied.
This landlord, as I said was the head of the village. His decisions were totally biased, based on caste and money. It reminded of those good days in the jungle, where the decisions were never been taken against the rules of nature or justice. There were no second thought and justice was served to all. And these people, huh!! Claims they are civilized and those in jungles, nomads!!
One day, a typical case awaited a decision. The landlords daughter was in love with a person of some lower caste. The landlord was impatient. His verdict was to beat the guy 1008 times. The guy was a communist, it seems. He protested the decision. The angry landlord, rouse from me and hit the guy with me. Everything went blank after that.
When I regain conscious, I was in a van. I overheard what had happened. That poor guy was beat to death. Police took the case and the landlord is now in jail and I am the instrument used to kill that guy; so I should be presented in the court.
The court ordered for finger print test. Moreover, it was the first finger print detection in India. Thus, I was in all leading newspapers. There were many people to take my photo. I smiled. After the court adjudged imprisonment to the landlord, I was left alone. Nobody was there to take care of me. I was been sold in a tender from the police station and I reached the Murugan Hardware. 60 years.. Long 60 years I spent there. Now, your boss, who is a journalist and did Ph.D came to know about me and bought me. I was the symbol of many things. Until that verdict, the voices of lower castes were unheard.

The wooden chairs were silent seeing the Godfather.
You know, the steel chair continued; they create us, the so-called living beings, but we are having the upper hand, poor fellows don’t know. For example, if somebody kicks a rock, the feel the pain, they go irritated, but they can never take a revenge on us. We control their emotions. Imagine, the world without dress, money or anything what they called as non-living thing. They can never live without us. They made computer, cars, jewellery, mobile, and n number of things to make their life easy. But, if all of a sudden, we stop working, their life will become complex. We clearly dominate them in all walks of life. Have you heard of artificial intelligence? No? it is a giant leap. In near future, we will be their Masters, that’s for sure.

If you people visit Mr. Guru Moorthy’s house, you could still see this legend, waiting for the future…

Njan ivadokkae thannae undae...

2008-05-29T10:44:00.004+05:30

Sorry for not updating my blogs. Sorry to whom? To myself, coz i believe that i m the only person who is reading this regularly!!
Actually, i m writing something to post in my blog. It is half way through. But i dont want to keep my blog idle; so i thought i will type something...
I dont know whether anybody is there who keenly read my stories.
I am posting something for them... Actually the story i m posing ITS MY LIFE is something i wrote when i was doing my +2....
I tried to reproduce it and i did something...
Go ahead at your own risk!!!

NAME SAKE

2008-04-09T15:05:00.004+05:30

If the whole world is shrinked into a smaller size, it will be the size of India. We have the beauty of Switzerland, dryness of Sahara, dampness of Amazon, problems of Cuba, threat of Iraq, tranquility of Antarctica, wealth of America and poverty of Somalia. This is visible from any part of India; even from the Taj Coromandel Chennai, you could see the slums in Chennai. It will not take much time to move between these places. I think same rule is applicable in life also. Last month I went to kerala in AC sleeper class train, and this week I was forced to travel in general compartment. It reminded of our freedom fight struggle, wagon tragedy and Gandhiji’s life. The satire is that the general compartment is next to AC compartment.
Some how I managed to keep my foot inside the cabin. Now I feel proud that I am six feet. I could breathe. There is no space to keep my luggage. It’s stuffed. I have to travel in the same pose for the next 16 hours!! Can you imagine?? I pierced through the human walls and managed to reach the middle of the cabin, but no change in my situation. Some where lying on the floor and some intelligent were lying under the seat. I smiled for what mami had done to me. Poor lady, she packed the dinner for me. I cant even open my mouth to yawn, then how could I eat? Here there is no caste or religion barriers. A person from Karnataka was sitting next to a person from tamil nadu. They forgot the honganakkal issue and shared the water they carried. I was standing next to a Muslim family. Hats off to the lady who was in her black burka. How she is managing the humidity? In the name of GOD or in the name of RELIGION?? Her husband is sitting somewhere else in the same cabin. She is now with her 4 children. She don’t know where to get down, but have strong faith in her husband. A small departure is creating so much anxiety… Hours passed. I missed my sleep. I moved further to keep myself out of sleep. A very hard encroachment, I should say. I managed to reach the other end of the cabin. Now the time is 1:00 am. I haven’t seen how the world is at this point of a day for a long time. The train almost reached Salem station. A huge mob is waiting to enter the train. I didn’t expect to get a seat because as Lord Budha said, expectations brings disappointment.
As the train comes to a halt, the man standing next to me was moving restless. He was pushing everybody to move forward. When everybody enquired the matter he said that his wife and children are sitting inside and he has to get down here at Salem. People started showing gestures of help, moving to either side, but people started entering inside the cabin. Then suddenly a suggestion came. Call her loudly and let him get down. He was reluctant to do so.
Please call her, so that she can start to move na. somebody said.
What is her name? call her… everybody insisted.
See. The train is almost going to leave, if you are not going to call her, then you have to continue the journey.
At last, without having any option, he called her…
SHAKEELA, WE HAVE TO GET DOWN HERE….

LiGhtS Off...

2008-04-08T14:39:00.002+05:30

heard from Mr. Balu ( my friend) that i can save energy if i change my layout from green to black... thank you balu for the information and it is done with immediate effect...

yEs!!

2008-03-29T16:44:00.001+05:30

Don't feel you're entitled to something your're not willing to work hard to get!!!

CONFESSION OF A CREATIVE MIND

2008-03-25T16:40:00.002+05:30

Now, my friends started reading my blogs (stories) and I have to keep them updated with new stories. Creativity is not something that will come in a click. But something or the other has to get clicked to keep you creative. A group of researchers have come out with a very different statistics. March is the month of less creative productivity (I hope that this team come to this conclusion in the same month itself)! Sales managers of all business, except that of Enam and Telsar (which are consumed for reducing Blood Pressure), will be kicking their subordinates for all reasons. The chain reaction starts from the Management and reaches out to family and from there it spreads… this multi level spreading of pressure has created impact in all walks of lives in an implied manner including an artist.

As an accountant, in a MNC, I too have to show off. But after this ides of March, the pressure started creeping slowly. But I can’t leave my blog blankly for a fortnight.
What should I do? What can I do? The second question was having an answer. Story in a click! I can get a story in a click. Yes, go to google, type stories, enter. Read good ones, copy, and paste, simple. The whole plan crept in to my mind yesterday night.
Why night is dark? Is it symbol of evil? Why I am asking this is, all these negative thoughts will come into one’s mind (I can firmly say, my mind) when night falls. And this mind; it will travel accordingly in that path till the end result is fully being visualized. Should I consult a psychiatrist for this?? When I have confirmed about this hi- tech wi fi theft, I saw some papers lying in Rajesh’s table. Rajesh is my room mate, whose passion is to become a film director. He is having a lot of one line stories and detailed scripts to present before the producers. He is now working as an assistant director in Tamil film industry.

Now another idea clicked my mind. Why should I go for the egg when the hen is with me!! Rajesh rarely comes to room because of his work. So I am safe. More over, he is not computer savvy. Also, if at all my friends comes across the story I have stolen from the net while browsing, I will be a sorry cut figure. So Rajesh is safe and secure.

At a glance, I thought he had written the story in Arabic. But slowly, I understand it was written in Malayalam. (Basically, he is a Mallu). I thanked GOD for showing me a person who is having a worse hand writing than mine.
I started reading the story:
Lenin was a descendant of a sculpture family. His ambition was to become a famous art director. For that, he had worked as art director in many dramas. While traveling with the art properties through different parts of Kerala, he got a new property (Susanna, now his wife). He saw her while a drama was on stage near Kuttapuzha. The drama was too dramatic, that people started searching for other options to kill the time. And Susanna’s eyes fall into the magnetic field of Lenin’s. It was night and the love bloom in the dark. Lenin now regrets that he made the wrong move of marrying Susanna, not because, he judged her physical attributes and color wrongly in the dark, but because, she gave birth to two children (twins), which added burden to his life.
But all this will not shake his vision towards his goal of becoming a famous art director. For that, he moved (fled?) from Kerala, to the refugee camp in Chennai. Kodambakkom, is the refugee camp for many who have fled from their native in search of light (or path) towards their filmy ambition. But many have burnt their life like an insect which flies towards the source of light. It is rightly called the Hollywood of South India.
Lenin was not having any plan how to move forward, but one cannot use an exclamatory mark, when he says, he saw a Mallu in Tamil Nadu. This rule is applicable even if a mallu is seen in any part of the world. GOD came in the form of Antony to rescue Lenin. Antony was an assistant executive producer in Tamil film industry. He is here for years. A chronic bachelor, who is now in his 40s. Lenin was offered a small room with a minimum rent. It is after coming to Chennai, Lenin realized there is a lot of difference between hungry and poverty. Mean while Susanna was looking after the two children and also Lenin’s family.
Now the debt is increasing day by day. Lenin, as usual started the ritual of meeting personnel in the industry. A sluggish or de-motivating response, at first, pushed him down. But Antony came up with the Golden Rule: Keep faith in your ability, rest will follow automatically.
As an artist, Lenin can’t keep himself idle for a long time. He started working on a sculpture. He used plaster of Paris to outpour his talent. He started making the sculpture of Mother Teresa. He spent three weeks at a stretch and finished it. For three weeks, he forgot Susanna, their children and his hungry. The artist in him was in a thirst and it completely went out, when he complete the sculpture. It was like real Mother Teresa standing in front of him. He was so much satisfied with his work.
Just then, Antony came into his room and was astonished by his creativity and also the co incidence. He was about to say that in a new film they need a statue of some icons, and mother Teresa will be a good option. Antony assured him three time good food and payment of Rs 10000/-.
Lenin was delighted. At last his talent had fetched him food and money.
Next day, he took the statue in an auto and brought it to the location. He was impressed by the location and was happy to meet the persons he had wished to see. He made his mind, that he will be a star in this industry one day. Antony took him to the director and introduced him. The director didn’t even glance at him. He was busy with his paper works. Lenin patiently waited for his turn.
Antony came to him and narrated the scene. The hero is a politician. He is here for an inaugural ceremony. The terrorists have planned to attack him. They have kept a bomb in the statue. It will burst, but our hero, as usual, will escape with minor injuries.
Lenin was shocked to hear that his statue will be burst into pieces within seconds. It was not only his master piece but also a symbol of his passion; a sign that the artist in Lenin is still alive. On one side, he could visualize the situation his family is facing in his village and on the other side, he could feel his hungry. But still, he was not ready to part with his creation. For them, it may be worth of Rs 10000/-, but for him it is priceless.
He said sorry to Antony and left the studio with hope and statue.
I felt it was not a good story, but I was terribly moved by the message. It was like a slap on my face. Only an artist will know the value of his creation, how so ever valueless for others it may.
I feel sorry for my ill thoughts. I should not have allowed that thought to dominate my mind for a long time. Now I feel guilty for it. What will happen, if I didn’t post a story in my blog? Will it bring to the end of the world?
It is better not to post other’s assets, in my name and earn an image, but to keep it blank…

tHouGhT fOr thE daY(3)

2008-03-21T09:42:00.002+05:30

Always prepare a plan B.

tHouGht fOr thE daY(2)

2008-03-20T09:52:00.003+05:30

Learn to let go of things you dont need.If you haven't worn something for six months or since the previous season, toss it into the give-away pile.
Donate your local shelter or other organisation.

tHouGht fOr tHe daY(1)

2008-03-19T11:31:00.002+05:30

Dont talk about what you'll do if you lose until after you lose....

PUNISH ME .... MY LORD

2008-03-18T15:05:00.001+05:30

Yesterday, I met with a strange person. We, police people are used to strange visitors daily. Variety of crimes these days. I don’t want to go into it. But this man… he was different! He haunts me.
He came to the station around 8 in the morning, with a bag in his hand. He was 35+. A gentleman, in his attire. Might be of some software field, I guessed. He was terribly disturbed. I asked him to have his seat. He waited for a while and sat when I repeated my request.
Tell me sir, what is your problem.
He looked straight into my eyes and said. “ I killed him”.
I didn’t respond. I know he will continue, without any interrogation from my part.
It was mercy killing, he continued.
May I know where you are from, I asked.
KK Nagar, he responded.
Where are you working?
ICICI, Mylapore Branch.
Silence.
Can you please explain, what happened, I asked?
He was my best friend in this world, was there… ,( he cleared his throat), was there with me from the day I remember. We were very close to each other., you know. He used to pull my legs, then and while, idiot, I love him for that- the gentleman said with a smile.
Where he stays, I asked.
He looked firmly at me. No answer.
I increased my voice a bit and asked, where he stays?
He was with me, my room mate, when I was a bachelor. Then where he stayed I don’t know. But he used to come then and while. My wife, I don’t know why, don’t like him. I don’t know why.
May be because, I loved him more than anything else in this world. He is not yet married. He was an excellent artist you know. He sings well. He writes poems, he is very very, what should I say, I miss him Sir.
Why you killed him?
I killed him, because my parents don’t like him, my wife, my children, my colleague don’t like him.
Very few of my friends, know him, understand him and loved him.
I can’t take care of him, because of this … so called family…
FAMILY.. huh… as they rightly said, WEDLOCK!
You killed him, because your family doesn’t like him?
Not only because they don’t like him, but also I have to take care of my family.
Home loan, house rent, EB, telephone, and the basic food. Two children, their studies and all those bull shit financial commitments. All because, only because of my family.
My friend, he wished to become a music director. He loves music. He was state first in many competitions. But those prizes will not feed him na.
How you killed him, I asked.
He looked around, and kept the bag, on my table.
I burnt him.
That man could not control his tears when he said that. He cried aloud and repeated, yes, I burnt him.
I was bit shocked. A cold blooded murder. So cool he is . how can he be so cruel, I cant believe his words.
What is his name?
Siva rama krishnan
Please punish me. Take me to the court and hang me.
Wait sir, I replied. There are lots of procedures. Provide me your address; I have to do the preliminary investigation.
It is no 15, anna 5th street, mgr nagar, Chennai.
Please wait in that bench; I have to inform this to my inspector. By the way, may I know your name, I asked.
SIVA RAMA KRISHNAN. He answered!
I was shocked!!!
What!!!
Yes, I killed myself. GOD gave me the talent to sing, write and compose music, but I restrain, in fact was chained in a cage called family. Now I can’t think for myself. I have to live and think for my family and my company. I can’t let my children and wife at this point of life. They have no choice, but to be with me. So I have to kill the artist in me. I know, I will be punished, in the court of GOD.
He has given us talent to execute and not to bury it.
The bag, I asked..
It is full of my creations. I burnt it yesterday night.
I killed myself, because I will feel hungry and my family will feel hungry.
It is ground reality.
I was shocked. He cried aloud. I tried to pacify him. He sat for a while and left after saying a sorry.
I stand still and felt sorry for him.
While driving home, I remembered those days, when my passion was to become a world famous violinist. Now I feel sorry for myself….

Yours Faithfully...

2008-03-17T10:21:00.001+05:30

this is my first story. it was when i was doing my +1. i dont know what made to write this story. but it was the beginning. i started my journey from here. i know, miles to go before i sleep, but i cant ignore or deny my first child. each of my story is my creation. my children. i obviously cant forget my first one... now i wish to share this with you. enjoy or criticise, but still i love him.... my first step in the long journey......

Y O U R S F A I T H F U L L Y

It was because of my gloomy mood I discovered that watch. (Usually I miss my steps because of my aerial view. But that day, I was walking with a bow head). After confirming my loneliness, I grabbed it from the ground and put it in my pocket. All this happened within a split of second and I walked slowly to the nearby bus stand.
Few people were standing here and there waiting for the vintage route-bus. Who gave the command I don’t know, but my eyes started scanning all the wrists in the bus stand. Some with the watch and some without. Is the owner present here? Just then a shrilling outburst emerged from one end of the bus stop. The music was as if the child had lost something. What happened, I enquired. The answer was a shocking one.. the child has lost his watch!
As a college student from a poor family, I wish to wear a watch, but not my passion. Also, not at the cost of a curse. I walked towards the source of that cry and found a boy of around ten scolded by his mother.
“ just yesterday I bought him. Lost it. Stupid.. and now crying.. come home..”
“ leave it dear.. after all, it is a toy watch na”.
This quote of her husband brought me to a halt.
Am I having a toy watch or a real one? Even the slow motion replay in my mind was not having the clear answer, unable to bear the tension, I put my hand into the pocket and exposed the watch to the sunlight. It was original one and ticking….
“ what? What is the time?”- the gentleman standing next to me asked. The WHAT, was as if I was caught. “It is 8:50”. I replied and put it back into my pocket.
Bus came. Everyone in the bus looked as if they had lost something or the other.
Nothing entered my mind. The teacher was in full swing. The students were busy writing; to be precise typing (sms). I can feel the heart beat of the watch.
After reaching my room, I decide to examine my treasure. Black strap, white dial. A beautiful watch of fast track.
Who could be the owner? How he might have lost this. What happened to him? Where he could be now? Does it belong to a person whose ambition was to buy a watch or his lover gave as a gift. Or a school boy, who still not returned to his house, scared of getting scolding from his parents? How can I find the real owner to return this watch? A volley of questions struck my mind with no answers from my part.
Shall I advertise in the newspaper? Why should I? To the police?- hmm the wrong place. Then what should I do? I don’t know? I went to bed. But sleep was far away.
I don’t know when I slept, but suddenly I woke up with a novel idea. A meeting!!! A meeting of those who had lost and those who had gained! In that meeting people could exchange goods in a peaceful manner. But… in that meeting if I see the one who took my golden chain, that’s his end. I still remember the feast from my mother. No no.. no such stupid meetings. It will end only in third world war.
If anyone of you who read this is the REAL OWNER of the watch, please do contact me.
My phone number: 9840415335.

sIvaRam wAntS tO saY sOmetHinG

2008-03-17T10:16:00.001+05:30

We, with whole heart, accept the fact that you people love us very much. You care for us, you feel for us. It is understood. We are obliged and we too love you. But, that doesn’t mean that you can always take us on a ride.
We are new off springs to this beautiful world. We have less knowledge. Everything we know is because of you. That doesn’t mean you should always put us on a test. Asking repeatedly the same questions, “where is crow?” how it cries? Where is the dog? Where is the butterfly? Where is the lizard? Where is the elephant? Where is the fan? Where is the fridge? This is bearable. Sometimes, some serious questions, wrong answer could spoil the entire mood and also could create chaos? To point the father, for example!!! There will be a silence after this question.
Sometimes we have to conduct some demonstration program also. It is interesting, but not always. Just as you care for your mood, we too have the same. But the tragedy is we can’t express much. Haven’t you heard of law of diminishing marginal utility? (I over heard when my uncle was studying). It goes like this- if you repeatedly use something, your interest towards the same reduces.
I know, you have been patient to us, so caring, we test your pulse then and while, but we too have a level of patience, please understand that.
Anything and everything over limit stinks, isn’t? Saying the same stories to make us eat, same lullaby to make us sleep. It is irritating, you know. You think you are smart? We are aware of it. We eat because we feel hungry. We sleep because we need sleep. How many of you stay awake in the night and watch TV? Will you accept, if your parents come and sing a lullaby for you? Will you go for sleep, then? You sleep when you want to sleep. Same rule is applicable to us na?
There are lots of things we learn from you. We observe you. Same way, you can learn a lot from us. We don’t sleep excessively, we don’t eat excessively. For us, everyone is the same. No religion; no caste, nothing. We don’t have any ego. We forgive quickly. We only remember things we need to grow. We possess zero grudge. We are not afraid of death. Believe it or not, we realize the presence of GOD. He is there for us. Our belief is unshakeable. For instance, when you throw us into the air, we smile. We don’t have a mere thought of doubt that you will not hold us. We trust whole heartedly. Same way you trust GOD. Believe him to the core. He will never let you fall. …
As you have rightly guessed, I can’t speak or write. Only few words I know. But I am awake, my conscious is aware of all facts. My mind thinks 24x7 as yours. I just took the assistant of my uncle to quote these words, not because his English is good, but only because he is the only jobless in this house.
Yours lovingly
Cute… SiVAraM.
Age: 1 year.

B R A H M A N C O D E

2008-03-15T19:45:00.002+05:30

First of all, let me admit the fact that my GK is poor. But if somebody asks me who the laziest being on earth is, I am sure that my name will be there in the options. Philospophy… thanks to all who have found this shelter. Ask some universal questions like why, what… you can be a philosopher. A blessing in disguise for the laziest.
Lying in bed for hours is my favorite time pass. If somebody asks, here comes the spontaneous answer- thinking…
Thinking of what? Everything.. Life . meaning of life.. Nature.. Terrorism, war, religion, spirituality, atom, movies, everything around the sun.
Why gold is considered as a precious metal. Can’t the developing countries unanimously decide, ok, from today onwards, lets decide copper is the precious metal and not gold. If so what will happen to the gold, the economy?
When is mind incorporated into the body? Is it when the fusion occurs or later?
In Varaha avathaaram God VISHNU, saves Earth from drowning. He carries the whole earth between the teeth. But water is present only in earth and it is vacuum outside earth. Then from where HE took the DROWING EARTH?
Rain god is called VARUNA BHAGVAN, who is a male. But rivers, which attains its characteristic feature because of rain is feminine. Why so?
What we see and feel is that the earth is constant and sun is moving. We will not feel the earth moving. Then what made the Greek philosopher think – No, it is the reverse, earth is moving and the sun is still?
What will happen if everybody starts printing money for themselves and Government approves it? Earlier it was tvs, then cell phones, now mutual funds, next who is the big player in the advertisement field.
Searching answer for these questions, you think is a simple task?
For that I don’t have to move around, but simply lie and think. Think and think.
N numbers of questions are pumped into the cerrribrum at the speed of thought. Hey, come on, I don’t use drugs! Promise!
I don’t read much. If you say same pinch, I have a beautiful excuse for not reading. Now I am sharing it with you. If I read others book, my mind will lose its uniqueness and start thinking in the way that author thinks. In fact, our thought and deeds are a portfolio of what we have observed from this world.
The proportion varies in each individual. That makes us different from each other. Probably, that’s the reason, in ancient times, we believed in GURUKUL, where the disciples will live with the GURU. His presence will definitely be observed by the students and slowly they will start thinking the way the GURU thinks. Satsang( meeting of the good one), is the term , if I am not wrong.
So, if you exclude yourself from this external world and live for yourself, only then you are an individual; until and unless this is not practiced you are a portfolio.
Maybe because of this, even in those days, when there were no TVs, theatres, Fm, advertisements, the sanyasis preferred to live in the forest, in search of SOLITUDE. These days we are victims of all those entertainment industry. Can you ever pass on the road, without falling prey to any of the hoardings? Even this no parking board in front of gates, they haven’t left. Then where is the time to think for ourselves? Where is the time for live for us? SOLITUDE.
Have you experienced it? You should. At least to think for yourself. Otherwise, you are just a wood in a flood, moving along with the current. I marry, because everybody marries. I smoke because all ‘grown up’ smokes. I am going to college because everybody goes to college. Is that the way to live?. Huh… Swami Vivekananda has rightly said “the real university is outside the university”. i have learnt this after i dropped my college.

And this love towards solitude made me an artist. I started thinking for myself. For that I have to sit idle and think. But my body requires much more comfortable position to think without any hitch. So I started lying in my bed and thinking.
And that’s how it started, lying in bed and thinking….

If you are convinced, let’s move on. Before that, I should say a joke. Once my friend came to my room and said you are the luckiest in the world da. I was bit surprised by his answer. Jobless, living in a leaking hut, with debt in my pocket and philosophies as an excuse, what on earth, made him to give such a comment. Why da? “Even, the worlds richest will not be lying in his bed at this time of the day. Simply lying and wasting your life… huh…”. You know, we PHILOSOPHERS have to bear such comments in life. It is like a glass of boost for
us.
I am staying alone in MGR Nagar. When everybody of my age struggled in search of career, I was struggling to find answers to these simple questions- who am I? Why I am here? What is my errand? Different; isn’t?

But, now, one thing made me common to all. Rain! Heavy Rain. Nobody could step out of the house. If this is going to continue, my palace will be swept away. So pathetic is the condition of my house. Welcome, to my house… usually people wipe their legs in the carpet while entering into a house. But people do the reverse in my house. They wipe their legs while moving out of the house. So much dust yaar. I don’t have time to clean na. And at this point of time, when the rain is in full throttle, you could see lot of colorful balloons hanging. Wait, it is not Christmas. It is covers full of water. It is rain water harvesting!!In between I have to find a place to lie and THINK…
Subhash is my best friend in Chennai. He works in an advertisement company as a creative visualiser. He has to give concepts for the ads. In times of emergency he comes to me. As I am in a THINKING process and not going for a job, I used to help him. One day, he called me and as usual asked for a concept. It was for a diamond shop. He should give the concept in four days. He used to pay me for this and probably the only source which reduces the variances of my debt from right angle to acute angle.
Now I got a 'FOOD FOR THOUGHT'. One more thing I have to say at this point of time is that I am a philanthropist ( rarely fanatic) . Before starting this THINKING process, I used to pray to show me the answer. HE replies me. That’s the beauty of it. That’s what is called belief. You ask HIM, he will give, he will guide. That’s for sure. I LOVE HIM.
I prayed for more than 15 minutes. And then I felt relaxed. I started my work. Diamond… shop… women… ornament… value… love… I started connecting all these to find an answer. It should be a CG ( Computer Graphics) based ad of 30 seconds.
Developing concepts is not a simple task. That too for an ad; it is tedious. You have to tell a whole story within 30 seconds. Not a joke. But we people are less recognized. Only those who know to sing, dance or do mimicry comes into lime light. We are squeezing our brains ma. But we are less sung. Our voice are least heard. It is not feeble though. We get the appreciation indirectly.
I searched for the answer. But lack of silence started spoiling my mood. Rain … it was dashing like anything. I tried to concentrate, but in vain. My eyes started to move out of control. Lying in my bed, turning to left, is my usual style.
The rain has created dampness in the wall. I touched it and suddenly a repulse action occurred! Eureka! In that dampness, I discovered a picture!!! Yes, I went closely to it and observed. Yes, I am not wrong; I could find a man’s depiction in the wall. A detailed scrutiny revealed his features. He is a man with beard, wearing a turban and a long kurta, with one leg forward and one hand in the hip and the other pointing towards the sky. I moved little backward, to have a whole view. Oh god! Can you believe this? Water is around him and he is standing in between and pointing towards the sky.
What it could be? Is he a prophet or am I going to become a prophet? Why my eyes should stop at that juncture to discover this picture. Does it have any relevance with my search towards the concept? Questions after questions started standing in queue with disappointment as the result.
I started my research. A man with beard, what it represent? Beard? Does it have any relevance? A thinker? Or, a person who hasn’t find a solution? Or GOD? Why one leg, wait wait, it is not water I presume, it is rock! He is standing between rocks! Why one leg forward? Is it a forward leap? What that pointing towards sky represent? Oh god! I can’t believe my eyes! At the direction of the finger a little upward, there is another picture, something like a star! Gosh! I feel proud of myself at this point of time. I started cracking the CODE.
Does that star represent fortune? Or is it a diamond. Then I have almost reached close to the concept. Very good Krishna, I pat my shoulder. But how can I link the diamond with the man with the beard? Diamond… ornament… woman… now a man…
I don’t know when I slept, but woke up like a swift and winked my eyes to see whether my WALL PAINTING is still there. To my surprise, now I could see a woman standing beside the man, pointing towards the same direction! I know it will be bit difficult for you to get this digested. But remember, sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction. As usual, after my routine, I started lying in my bed with eyes split wide open. Now I could not hear the sound of rain, even though I could see the out pour through the window.
The woman was having sharp features. She was too feminine. Beautiful. Even Da Vinci or Ravivarman might not have drawn such a wonderful woman. But the code? Now it is day 2 . I have only one more day. He has to submit means, he has to give it in papers. If so, I have to give in the 3rd day. God , please help me.
I strongly believe that it is belief that keeps us moving. It can create deep impact in our sub conscious mind which makes things happen. If you strongly believe in something, it will never let you down. (Courtesy: Experience).
And I believe in signs. GOD, has kept signs all over the world, as a guide map to move on… it is purely at our risk to interpret it. What does that mean, what could his intention and so on. I don’t want to explain more on this. It is a different school of thought. Coming back to Signs, cracking the code is very interesting with no insurance coverage. It is solely at our own risk. Now, a code is to be cracked. A man, a woman and a star (or a diamond) and my concept, my earning, my life… It seems everything is linked. After emptying the ‘balloons’, I started my scrutiny again. A change could bring a change. Now, from the scratch, I started thinking. The rock represents the earth, the man showing the woman the diamond, he has bought for her, and she smiles as an expression of love. Diamond, what it is made of? Carbon? love?
I have read that it takes millions of years for the carbon (in fact coal) to convert into diamond, that makes it valuable. The pressure created by lying inside the earth for years converts the carbon into diamond. Good, moving on the right track. I feel confident. GOD has shown me the path once again, now in the form of a wall painting. I have picked it rightly. I think, if you too did that correctly, then things will flow smoothly.
Earth … man.. woman… diamond… ornament…. Diamond shop… yes, I got it!!!

It took 3 million years…
At a depth of 300 km…
At 3000 degree farenheit…
For the mother earth….
To create a diamond…
And this diamond…
Is at its best form in KIYA…
Express your love
Because diamond is made of love…

I felt satisfied. I thanked HIM for giving me such a concept. It’s night and still the rain was continuing. Now, I can hear the music of rain. I went for sleep happily…
Suddenly, I yelled. Something falls on my leg. It’s paining like anything. I cried aloud. I found the fan on my leg!!! It has fallen down. No one is there to help me out. I tried to reach my mobile. But in the dark, I could find it. I could not stand up also. I might have broken my leg that is for sure. I felt unconscious.

Somehow I managed to kill the time up to 5 in the morning. Then I called subhash for help. He came by an auto and took me to hospital. Meantime I told him the concept. He was delighted.

He explained me how the graphics be for my concept.I didnt explain from where i got this idea. I was afraid, whether his house will also be having the dampness! He cleared the bill and brought me back to my room. He said bye and left for the day. I again, started lying in my bed. Now with a valid reason- my right leg is broken. I turned to the wall to see the painting. The man and the woman standing.. Still pointing their fingers towards…. Oh GOD… it was not a star nor a diamond…. Now the picture is more clear… and I made a big mistake.. I interpret the code wrongly. As I have earlier said, it is purely at our risk how we interpret the signs. .. It was a FAN….

QuOtE fOr tHe dAY

2008-03-11T15:57:00.000+05:30

There is a reason for everything that happens in this UNIVERSE....

LiGhTs oN...:

2008-03-10T13:07:00.001+05:30

02.01.2008.
Maiden day to my office. . I didn’t sleep properly yesterday night. Should not be late to office; which dress to be worn? What all things to be kept in mind. Something or the other was running in my mind. Coming from a village in search of career (life?), everything was new to me; the city, the traffic, the buildings, the crowd, the noise.
I missed my village. Now the time is 8.30. Office time is 9.30. I should reach by 9 (at least for the day). My office is 12km away from my place of residence. Thank god, I brought my first love (officially, my first love) to Chennai. Yes, my pulsar. Kerala registration. Heard that I should ensure that I m not caught by ‘ vasool raajaas..’
I kicked off my starter to reach office on time.

I have heard that if you could drive in Chennai, you could drive through any part of the world. I am put up at a slum area. It’s with my friend. As a fresher, I have no choice, but to be there. MGR Nagar, huh… no words to express that nasty congested place. People don’t care the moving machines. Every body walks right through the centre of the road. Horns fall into deaf ears. The parents don’t care their children. I kept on pressing the horn, nobody else.

Some how, I crossed the chakravyuham only to enter the next near pillar.
Metro buses! I should say something about it. I was surprised to see that there were less people inside the bus, and most of them where traveling on foot board.
Or is it that Fevicol ad? I have seen only in that ad such a breath taking shot. Nobody cares whether the guys will fall or not. As a flash, kaadhal desam movie comes into my mind, in which vadivelu will run after the bus after it left the bus stop.
In cities, I have heard that competition is everywhere and in all walks of life, but even in my wild dreams I haven’t imagined, its there in driving too. Nobody gives side to the other. A clear ego between two wheelers and four wheelers. And I should mention the spirit of the bicycle riders. Awesome.. Their grudge to upper class is distinct in their driving rage.

Rules, are meant only for breaking I think. Everybody drives as they are right and others are wrong. Zebra lines are only designs in roads.
.
One of the funniest things I noticed is that most of them are blind, it seems!!!
Yes, in most vehicles the lights are on! Even in this crouching sun, people drive with lights on. I signaled to a gentleman that his light is on. Hmmm… no time for a glance.
Then I saw a youngster in a black pulsar with his lights on…. I signaled him too. As he was traveling opposite to me, I noticed that he smiled at me, but not sure whether he switched off.
Then a beautiful scooty passed by carrying an angel. In Chennai, there is no scarcity for such flashes…. Her light was on too. I was about to signal. Suddenly I realized that she could mistake me.
One more thing I noticed was that only me who was doing this rectification process. No one else cares for anything.
Don’t they have the time to check whether the light is on or not? So busy they are?
What a life they are living. I feel pity for the Chennai mates.
I almost walked over Adyar Fly over, with bike between my legs. Heavy traffic! I have to speed up to reach by 9. I went left and right of others to cross the signal before it says to stop. I managed to cross the border following a bus even though it was red. I don’t want to be late first day itself. No times to take a U turn, but I have to cross the divider. One stone was missing in the divider. I crossed through that small way. (I have to. No other option to save time).

Some how, I reached office by 9:15. Just as I entered the campus, I saw the security smiling at me and said-“Sir LIGHTS ON”.

mOral of the sTorY:
A Self Analysis is alwaYs bettEr BefOre poiNting fingeRs at otherS.

H U H ! A T L A S T . ..

2007-10-10T13:53:00.000+05:30

huh... at last i did it... thanx to rajath for inspiring me to create a blog... coming days ,u can expect some wild thoughts penned in this blog... miss it at ur risk.... share ur views friends.... bcoz every 1 of us are unique.... thanx to every 1 hu made this happen and WHO make things happening....
p y a r s e k r i s h n a . . .