Memories of the Past - a Mystery in my Mind

What hurts is not the past, but the remembering how happy it was, sometimes being happy makes u feel sad!!! Especially wen u look back at the past with flashback mode on with a dim light....maybe today has no relation with the yesterday or that day, maybe there is no reason to cry and maybe not enough reason to laugh but I don’t even know how the heart had managed to accept the fact called mind. Is it the fear of the future that makes the already hesitant unsteady step moving forward to turn backward? Is it the fear of repeated mistakes u make!!! Is it fear of not having learnt one's own ruthless lessons of life and love? Is it fear of exploring buried past? I disagree with the past that makes me not to move forward. ..Time is chosen... But I can’t seem to smile suddenly. The heart echoes a dull pain and the fingers go numb ...and yet the memories fail to bring a smile and the saddest? Well, the saddest, just is that, the saddest... The heart seemed to have been lost in the endless terrain of time and seemed to stop right at where it started to boom & blossom...peeping through a window that remembered memories making musiques of laughter, with a hint of innocence and a package called love...u are not here today, nor there either ..With the sense of being lost...Why...why does one feel at this point of time....? It feels like an unnecessary urge within u to stand back and grab desperately at each and every passing memory that pierces the heart and makes the night a never ending mystery? At this point of time I can’t seem to have the energy to stand up straight, fade away the thoughts and concentrate on coming future...

‘Zahir’ : Incapable of going unnoticed

‘Zahir’ in Arabic means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of hollowness or of madness.
According to writer Jorge Luis Borges, the idea of Zahir comes from the Islamic tradition. Zahir, in Arabic means visibility, present, incapable of going unnoticed.
The story is about a renowned author who discovers that his wife, a war correspondent, has disappeared, leaving no trace. Was she kidnapped, blackmailed, or simply bored with their marriage? The unrest she causes is as strong as the attraction she exerts. Though time brings more success and new love, he remains mystified – and increasingly fascinated – by her absence.
It’s about love, losing and passionate obsession. It is about the famous writer searching for his wife, Esther, a war correspondent who just returned from Iraq. Esther has left him for no apparent reason. The police began their investigation and various theories was put forward such as kidnapping or she left his husband for another man or she was simply bored with the marriage.
Then the writer decided to find her wife and the truth of his own life. He went all around the world from South America to Spain, France, and Croatia and eventually arrived at the bleakly beautiful landscape of Central Asia. From one country to other country he started to understand the nature of love and the power of destiny.His search for her – and for the truth of his own life – takes him from France to Spain, Croatia and, eventually, the bleakly beautiful landscape of Central Asia. More than that, it takes him from the safety of his world to a totally unknown path, searching for a new understanding of the nature of love and the power of destiny.With The Zahir, Paulo Coelho demonstrates not just his powerful and captivating storytelling, but also his extraordinary insight into what it is to be a human being in a world full of possibility.
Whether he found his wife or not, the reader has to read this book because at the end of the story, the readers are able to feel the various meaning of love and life. A brilliant thought that quotes that meaning is “Things which are important in our life never go away from us. All those things that went away from us are the ones that only we thought were important, but were actually not.” The story is basically non-fiction as it truly reflects the journey of life of Coelho himself.
Two words: dragged out. In spite of being a believer of the listen to your heart, follow your dreams philosophy, to me, this book clearly went over the top. I started reading it late last year and normally should have been able to finish it within two weeks. I took it with me on my trip, and found myself reading the book less, and the lonely planet more.

Keep off the grass

A new sensational book titled Keep off the grass, written by the Karan Bajaj . It is a journey through the IIM-B from manhattan . During the journey Samrat, an addict of marijuana and all types of drugs survives in the IIM-B leaving his job as an investment banker with the reputable bank of the Wall Street in the USA. The book is an adventure into a meaningless life.
What do you do when you are a twenty-five-year-old Yale graduate making half-a-million dollars a year as a hotshot investment banker on Wall Street?You run behind money and become a millionaire by thirty, of course. Not if you are Samrat Ratan, a NRI quits and enrolls in business school in India instead.Samrat’s journey begins at the Indian Institute of Management (IIM) in Bangalore, where he spends his time getting high on drugs while his grades doze down as how joint joints down. Soon, Samrat’s quest for self invention reaches heights when in IIM , reaches to extents of counting the no. of bars in prison, travels to himalayas, ghats of benaras.. u know wat... he lives a life in IIM.
Being – Yale valedictorian, investment banker, survives his fall from grace.
Very smart book. Read cover to cover in just one sitting and enjoyed is thoroughly. I just couldn’t keep the book down as it became more and more interesting as I turned the pages. I usually don’t read fiction and almost never by Indian authors except for Chetan Bhagat and books of this genre. This book is a complete thriller and yes, it does justice to the number of trees cut to make this book I enjoyed reading it more than the last 2 attempts at writing fiction by Chetan Bhagat. What Chetan had done to IIT in Five Point Someone, which I liked, Karan has done to IIM-B and done it well.
Smart book, not best by any means gives a challenging potrayal of life in IIM. better to read and throw than not read.
P.S. this blog shall contain descriptions bout my journey through pages and is not bout best books i ve read ,though i ve read great books i wanna describe at this blog , bout only those i read from now.
"I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter." Churchill

Train journeys do have a romance

For me, a train journey is about the countless memories that are polished, comfort of an aircraft can never provide. The sound of wheels kissing rails, the smell of home cooked food that of the guy on the facing berth (he might just offer it you if he realizes that you have been watching), the joy on the face of the little children who waves excitedly at you as the train passes by her house/village, the drop of early morning dew which hangs from the window frame and, before you can react, leaps onto your face! A train compartment is one place where people go Jil-Mil with strangers, talk to each and every one possible out there, share food of the variety one can never expect in any part of the world, tell stories and build friendship... Strange friendship that you forget who he/she is the moment you reach your destination but not the memories. And then there are changing views of landscape, weather outside. It's a pleasure to watch the landscape we leave behind as the train progresses swiftly on its tracks making musiques that not even gr8 ARR can’t make(reciprocate), and wave at children in villages who run out of their dwellings and scream at the speeding train as they wipe their noses.I don’t like it the half conversations I make with a stranger when I m compelled to break down at my destination the way I don’t like when a book ends as it forces me to come back to the real world. A train journey is like life except with the difficult parts taken out! Train journeys do have a romance.

Romance with the dream and cry

"a thread can separate the distance of life and death , but to unravel it , it takes a lifetime."

evening 8 p.m. i stepped outside the famous sivagami pethachi auditorium after watching a play. The first play i watched and the best. I was welcomed to andromeda!!!!!!!!!! A play can easily affect a person the way he thinks and can change the whole life... just by acting!!!! "THIS play deals with the emotions suffered by the protaganist who being a paralytic wants to ends his life which he can't thanks to his disease asks his nurse to do so!!! " life for me till then a jolly ride with no obstacles for those who are mind ruler!!!! i was just transformed then to be an heart ruler. Its not bout wat u achieve at the end of the life !!!! its all about wat all you achieve and lose while taking the journey forward!!! always in life two things come in between!!! self esteem and compromise!!! i always choose the latter unless it touches the former's permissble limit!!! but fact is once the knock is lifted with a strong burst ... you got to follow wat the heart says!!! some times you think dream till no time untill the joint in your hand reminds you firing the fingers and by saying :- "hey mind there are times you got to allow the heart to rule which will never be wat say 'mindless'". Life is worthless unless u make it worth. That day , after watching the play i had a romance with my dream and cried all along the path travelled and decided life is worth living wen u ve romance with ur own self with the dream and shy away with a cry or two.!!!! thats why i feel nature gifted us the purity of dream and places like heaven at your door steps!!!! to all those who maintain the way of walking per say of the mind, i advice them dont be so mindless!!!!

my three wishes and the ladies

I started , I bowed down, I was in heights , then in lows, sat , stood, laughed ,cried.. called myself a loser.... waiting for my three wishes and the ladies!!!!

Life is precious and is full of unknown stones thrown at you. In the heights of twists and turns and with the lows of laws of living ,one finds nowhere he reaches, but the world moves on. The saying goes "When you wanna go, you don't go, When you do go You are gone...". One gets himself enjoyed at a standstill positions if he or she doesn't take the rite opportunity at the rite time.
As said by greats, my life is in dangerous genre . Decisions now shall impact your lifetime and future generations too. The trauma as and when a youngster gets tripped in between his family pressures official interest, and the most drowsing one LOVE is huge and the fellow who overcomes it shall become a gentleman.Its something hundreds of stones showered at you and you need to choose the best you can.That too as many as you can!!!.
"My three wishes and the ladies " was and will be my deepest emotions i wanted to say the ladies but i never could. May be i won't. Yes Nafees, life revolves around the word called "Love" and shall be the sun who knows. Every dumb fellow lives around this some way or the other. Some may pretend as if they hate the word "Love" eventually end up loving it most. There are times when people can't control their emotions and feel Lost. For last couple of years and a year more than that i felt miserable most often than not. But wen i was not i felt in heaven. Heaven (continuation to Nafees Bhai sun moon love logic) is an integral part of love and Sun where one meets heaven at the time of being with Love & Sun. One can't be at Sun but with his Love he can. I was there in heaven every moment I could possibly be and enjoyed every nuances of it.
In the innocent world which can only hit back what one could possibly give i found as many as my wishes eventually losing each and everything but not the memories. But not the feeling i have in my deepest of my heart. Not in my roots i ll forget what I'm and what i was. People Go haywards reaching heights with strength of money & status by never knowing the person they seems to show off is always in greater heights in all - money status and most of all Love!!!! the Sadness of being lost made me to attain what i m now. Temme people what you want??? To attain a greater height or to be with Her in that greater height???? That is the difference. Those who lose their life both literally and metaphorically are cowards and those who attain to show that they are not timid creatures are not human !!! Bit more than that. I have shown them both the extent to which i do love them and that what i have achieved in my life. Tears, an integral part of Live of love showed me the exact path to attain the heights of life. I enjoy each and every Second of my life that makes me cry... You know what.. i follow a tag line owned by me... "at least make me cry if you cant make me laugh" Hey atheist God ( I m an atheist ) please show me some change!!!!
That 's what i wanted to say always!!! Life has to go, what ever it happens... Take life as it comes!!!!
P.S:"Don't read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!!" Be in Fiction always!!!