Three Idiots @ Review

Well, I seldom write a movie review and the fact of its excellence made me to write a movie review right after and immediate after watching the same. Verdict for a movie which was loosely based on five point someone, scored a ten-ner and made myself to do a standing ovation and claps. Yeah credit goes to Stunner Man, Hirani… and VV Chopra Himself. Aamir in excellence and Karena, Sharman and Maddy managing with the heights set by Aamir. Bommi My man.

Due to my official work i was to go late for this show and managed tonight, else my show was always First day Night show. Talking about five point someone, the one of Couple of books  i like written by Cult Indian Writers in English (other being anything for u Ma’m by Tushaar Raheja) , was an awesome experience in reading and was on hands of every college-goer … in my days  a hit by itself. Chetan Heroics measured heights.

Well Movie 3 Idiots is not entirely a copy or even we can just say it has inheritance. Hirani and Vidhu proved once again they are Best screen play writers and people who can give their gyan with Comedy romance (not much though) and thriller (not at all).

3I was a gyan on Indian Educational system and comical way of experiencing the bare truth people will make ages to understand, learn is far away. Something In India whose parents run after doctors and engineers, I salute and at least one will change and win. This movie is more of Comical gyan and i liked it and dare not to salute the same. Today’s generation who are going to join college has to learn a lot from this.

Filmy perspective, Best screenplay…which explains why Hirani, VVC, Aamir are hot cakes of Indian cinema. I would in a way say this as sequel to Munna Bhai, a college avatar.

If one could say first half was comical college life, second half was comical lecture. Salute… People like me and my friends who are doing everything to reach our creative goal having one leg in paid job, it pinches hardly in heart.

The movie starts with Maddy getting emergency landing @ Delhi airport faking Heart attack and starts his journey with pant-less Sharman in search of Aamir. Most of Comical adventures were inherited from book itself with gyan from Hirani himself. That’s the truth.

Couple of scenes from book I wished to watch, and i missed, the Key duplicating incident and Hari caught red handed… (Here Aamir gets keys from Karenna herself) and the incident and moreover the loser boy climax watching the convaction from outside tea shop. I really liked  the Manali Ladakh photography,could have been better.

It was emotional , I wasted my life Kinda feeling, when the scene of Prof Elder Daughter giving birth to a baby, with due help by Aamir and his mechanical brilliance in a flooded delhi. I salute the scene and particularly when prof hands him the zero gravity pen.

Well The review shall extend its course after me watching second time and every time i watch it. Must see.

Chennai India: Broken Bridge

This is a picture taken from the broken bridge in adyar, it earlier would connect the adyar with foreshore estate, across the adyar river. This particular bridge has featured in many Tamil movies like Vaali and Ayutha Ezhathu, the ones I’ve noticed the bridge, there are innumerable movies which have been shot on the bridge. During a season of heavy rains, a portion of the bridge was washed away, what stands today ends abruptly at the in the middle of the adyar river. This is one place in Chennai which I enjoy visiting, and frequently visit. Walking up the bridge, sitting at the edge, where it ends abruptly over the Adyar River, enjoying the cool breeze, while standing at the edge, or sitting along the beach just looking into the waves while sitting on the beach sand. Something interesting about the Broken bridge.

The Broken bridge spanning across the Adyar river in Chennai, for long a haunt will finally be mended in the Sydney style. The Government of Tamil Nadu has approved the proposal to replace the Broken pillars and spans of the Bridge. The 1966 built bridge was washed away in a flood in 1977. And now the bridge will be part of the proposed elevated corridor running along the coast from the Lighthouse to Kottivakkam on the East Coast Road. The architecture of the bridge will be based on the design of the Sydney Harbor Bridge, with two reinforced cement concrete pylons on both ends of the bridge and a steel arch running across which would amount to about Rs 32 crores ,says an official. This may take some time to take effect due to its budget and this may also be replaced with any other styles depending on an affordable budget. So, lets wait to see how the Broken bridge running across the Adyar river in Chennai is going to be replaced.

If you think Chennai is a peaceful and safe city at night, you are dreaming. Wake up! you have not seen the night life in this city. The Broken bridge: Do not go to this place after say, 11 at night. It’s a kilometer and half away from Besant Nagar beach, Broken bridge is a famous film shooting spot during day-time. But after the sun disappears this place will become more spookier. You will have to go through the Ollcot Kuppum to reach this place. You might see some romantic couples here in the early evening and some group of youngsters chatting but as it grows darker the place will become absolutely deserted, there will be absolutely no lights, just a bridge that extends into the middle of the backwaters and ends abruptly. The only people you could depend on for help in case of any problem are the fishermen from the Ollcot Kuppum. But chances are that you will never ever get them to hear you when you need help. The local fishermen tell that they hear the sound of a women screaming at night, which is believed to be the ghost of a women who was murdered here some years back. So if you think, you have the nerve to go for the venture. No problem! you can well go!! But I advise you to carry your ID. Will surely help police identify any bodies recovered from the spot next morning.

Let all be fine, for us this place is as sacred, as for the night out we do daily, this is must go place. The breezy beach with foreshore view , I enjoy this place. For me this must be place more than Elliot’s Beach. “Sand bars forming tiny islets. Trees of the Theosophical Society seen at a distance. The landscape has a dreamlike quality. It is like a no man’s land. It’s deliciously deserted.”

It’s deserted, unsafe and in a state of total disrepair. But the Broken Bridge in Besant Nagar, which runs over the tidal mouth of the Adyar river, is a visual treat. A Google search on the bridge throws up a chunky volume of work by shutterbug s. And it’s frequently featured as a backdrop in films.

Its desertedness is part of its charm — and also the reason why most of those who are aware of it, keep away. “Cut off and sequestered, the area is believed to be the stomping ground of anti-social elements. It has been in the news for the wrong reasons and is considered unsafe,” “Its landscape has interesting ups and downs and lends itself to off-roading, but we avoid the place fearing trouble.”

Indian Writing

Indian English literature is an endeavour of showcasing the rare charms of Native writing in English. From being an inquisitive national explosion, Indian English has become a new form of Indian culture, and voice in which India speaks. While Indian authors have been making momentous contributions to world literature since the pre-Independence era, the past few years have seen a massive boom of Indian English writing in the international market. Not only are the works of Indian authors writing in English soaring on the best-seller list, they are also receiving a great deal of critical acclaim. Starting from Mulk Raj Anand, Vikram Chandra, Anita Desai, Kiran Desai, Arundhati Roy, Gita Mehta, Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Raj Kamal Jha, Jhumpa Lahiri, Bharti Kirchner, Khushwant Singh, Vijay Singh, Tarun Tejpal, Amit Chaudhuri, Amitav Ghosh, Vikas Swarup, Rohinton Mistry, Suketu Mehta, Kiran Nagarkar, Dr Birbal Jha and C R Krishnan.… the parade of fine Indian writers is long and lengthening.

R.K. Narayan is a writer who contributed over many decades and who continued to write till his death recently. He was discovered by Graham Greene in the sense that the latter helped him find a publisher in England. Graham Greene and Narayan remained close friends till the end. Similar to Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, Narayan created the fictitious town of Malgudi where he set his novels. Some criticise Narayan for the parochial, detached and closed world that he created in the face of the changing conditions in India at the times in which the stories are set. Others, such as Graham Greene, however, feel that through Malgudi they could vividly understand the Indian experience. Narayan’s evocation of small town life and its experiences through the eyes of the endearing child protagonist Swaminathan in Swami and Friends is a good sample of his writing style. Simultaneous with Narayan’s pastoral idylls, a very different writer, Mulk Raj Anand, was similarly gaining recognition for his writing set in rural India; but his stories were harsher, and engaged, sometimes brutally, with divisions of caste, class and religion.

Certainly, Indo-Nostalgic writings have much overlap with post-colonial literature but are generally not about ‘heavy’ topics such as cultural identity, conflicted identities, multilingualism or rootlessness. The writings are often less self-conscious and more light-hearted, perhaps dealing with impressionistic memories of places, people, cuisines, Only-in-India situations, or simply vignettes of “the way things were”. Of late, a few Indo-nostalgic writers are beginning to show signs of “long-distance nationalism”, concomitant with the rise of nationalism within India against the backdrop of a booming economy.

One of the key issues raised in this context is the superiority/inferiority of INDIAN WRITING IN ENGLISH as opposed to the literary production in the various languages of India. Key polar concepts bandied in this context are superficial/authentic, imitative/creative, shallow/deep, critical/uncritical, elitist/parochial and so on.

Rushdie’s statement in his book – “the ironic proposition that India’s best writing since independence may have been done in the language of the departed imperialists is simply too much for some folks to bear” – created a lot of resentment among many writers, including writers in English. In his book, Amit Chaudhuri questions – “Can it be true that Indian writing, that endlessly rich, complex and problematic entity, is to be represented by a handful of writers who write in English, who live in England or America and whom one might have met at a party?”

Chaudhuri feels that after Rushdie, INDIAN WRITING IN ENGLISH started employing magical realism, bagginess, non-linear narrative and hybrid language to sustain themes seen as microcosms of India and supposedly reflecting Indian conditions. He contrasts this with the works of earlier writers such as Narayan where the use of English is pure, but the deciphering of meaning needs cultural familiarity. He also feels that Indianness is a theme constructed only in INDIAN WRITING IN ENGLISH and does not articulate itself in the vernacular literatures. He further adds “the post-colonial novel, becomes a trope for an ideal hybridity by which the West celebrates not so much Indianness, whatever that infinitely complex thing is, but its own historical quest, its reinterpretation of itself”.

P.S: Source Wiki, Indianwriting

Deep Thinking ... I breathe

“Think Deeply … Deep Thinking … Dream on, to I breathe…. Live on and hence I breathe”. Life is all about you think to dream and dream the past when you are done with the dream. Life is a game of chess where the fate always succeed winning the game and always makes you to think that you are always playing ahead of it, the fate , it winning the prime motive of playing with you. Life I define is an amalgamation of insignificant dots that you ought to cross to make it as a whole picture that you dream of and that you want to be dreamt of till ages behind and beyond your death. That’s Life.

I always walk long, succeeding as always I do forgetting the move I need to make and suddenly I find myself in a new arena. Innocence of this world shall trigger your dream to new heights if you just dream it of the way you want to. Life teaches you this umpteenth time and you seldom listen thereby realizing that life teaches you unless you are bang on. There is something ineffably poignant in the life that cures your thinking and vision and pushes you to the heights unless you desperately want to fall on gravity.

P.S: Dream on : Inspired writing after reading a Russian short story

Insane us

Well fact is fact. Believe it or not. But the fact is different from once own view point. People change, their atmosphere changes, their views changes, and they tend to change for betterment or the worst being towards worse. I always say this world is as innocent but the people living in or not. Is this true? Perception changes, views change. People are not the same always.

Their attitude and behavior change according to the state they are in, Air, Water or the land. People tend to move towards these basic states based on the social status, their financial status and their emotional status. When I call this dumb world as innocent, and the people are not, it means a lot to me and for those who understand the real meaning of these mere words. The same person tends to avoid the interaction with the society, the very own which made him or her, he or she is now.

People forget past, people forget people, people forget the entire nuances which ought to be remembered throughout their life and beyond that, but people forget to forget the problems, issues, fights, misunderstanding and the times they are emotionally charged. When the world is too small to have your emotions intact, why you have this in first place, secondly why the hell people feel their atmosphere and circumstances is making them to live like that.

Hell with the word circumstances. For those who feel like this, I m to tell only a thing which has been pestering in me since ages, the fact of living the world and wining the same and be on top of it with those responsible for it. This is sensible and is the sensible thing. I don’t know whether people remember this or not or they act barbaric without knowing that they remember it, it is always painful and more painful than dead when you have something to share , your victory or grief and you don’t have anyone sides you. This is life, which means to me and most of living here as the reason to live happily with others. Following questions were raised by others to the author of this post which was tended to my experience of these circumstantial issues or not. Yes, I m not saint, hell with the god, I do have experienced it, in bitter way, that’s the reason I m here writing these lines which are just my emotions and nothing more than that. People travel lot of places; they travel distinctly without being true to themselves. Life is meant to be fathoming beyond once inner realization and shelving the blame on circumstances mere won’t solve the purpose of life.

Atheism and Theism

This is a topic which always haunts me in my sleep and I desperately want to conclude which has no conclusion.As defined, theism is in the broadest sense is the belief in at least one deity. In a more specific sense, theism refers to a particular doctrine concerning the nature of God and his relationship to the universe. Theism, in this specific sense, conceives of God as personal and active in the governance and organization of the world and the universe.The use of the word theism as indicating a particular doctrine of monotheism arose in the wake of the scientific revolution of the seventeenth century to contrast with the then emerging deism which contended that God — though transcendent and supreme — did not intervene in the natural world and could be known rationally but not via revelation. Atheism can be either the rejection of theism, or the position that deities do not exist. In the broadest sense, it is the absence of belief in the existence of deities. Atheism tends towards skepticism regarding supernatural claims, citing a lack of empirical evidence. Common rationales include the problem of evil, the argument from inconsistent revelations, and the argument from no belief. Other arguments for atheism range from the philosophical to the social to the historical. Although some atheists tend toward secular philosophies such as humanism, rationalism, and naturalism, there is no one ideology or set of behaviors to which all atheists adhere. Start Music. What are the factors does one need to consider when he discovers himself and differentiates between these two broader categories? What is the basic difference in following these two in today’s living generation? Does God really prevail in real? In what way? Strong atheist says there isn’t any god. Should I believe this? Weak atheist says I have not seen. Can I believe this? Does God have any structure shape and size? Can we see or can’t we? Does the sculptures books epics are just novels and art works? Do we infer any serious mythological understanding in this? Can’t we see God in human? Why people believe things they don’t see and unbelief on things they see?

While I was answering to these questions I came up with a story which I read in an article by Late CM of TN. Here it goes. The zamindar of the house was reading news paper sitting and relaxing him on a dancing chair. He was frustrated as his servant has not come for couple of days and put on uninitiated leave. Servant entered the hall and on frustration the zamindar asked where the hell he was for last couple of days? The servant replied in a submersible tone that he was away to pay respect to Lord Thillai Natraja, avatar of Lord Shiva presiding deity in famous temple Chidambaram. Zamindar asked how his trip was and did he paid his respect. The servant replied yes. Zamindar asked the servant to stand on one foot like the avatar of the deity. The servant performed this act and was not able to stand more than couple of minutes. The zamindar asked why you are slipping and asked him to stand like the god, the deity. Losing his strength the servant landed his foot and said, zamindar sahib the deity is made of stone and He was a human, hence it is impossible to stand like that. Sarcastically proving his point the zamindar asked the servant, to see the stone why did he travel to Chidambaram, we can see at back of house. Conclusion of this post and the story is as simple to prove a point when people can see god in adjacent hearts and soul and people can pay respect upon themselves as each soul is god what is the need of an external constitution to believe as a god. I was seriously moved by this article and find answered to all my queries. P.S. I m an atheist and a weak atheist who developed a habit of seeing God and so called super natural powers in nature and I worship fellow lives as those called god. Any medium of this post if it affects anyone here and everywhere is apologetic and request from my side to read and mean as it is written.

Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani

Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani has been the talk of the town ever since the release of its first teaser. Directed by Rajkumar Santoshi, APKGK has a fresh lead pair in Ranbir Kapoor and Katrina Kaif. It’s a comedy after a long time from the director of Andaz Apna Apna, reason enough to watch it, don’t you think? Not for me it is a remake of a cult film Roja Kootam with lots of money pour into it roping two stars of bollywood Ranbir and Katrina,

Ranbir became my favorite after his first film sawaariya where I like his cult comedy body language making me feel happy even if he goes on delivering nonstop dialogues. I like his body language identical to his dad and grand dad and no doubt he is from first family of Hindi cinema.

Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani is about Prem and Jenny and their love. Prem, a school dropout is a fun loving guy. Being the President of Happy Club that he runs along with his friends, his motto in life is uniting lovers and makes others happy. And in attempts to unite a love pair, he falls in love at first sight with Jenny. After a lot of misunderstandings Jenny and Prem become friends and in no time Prem falls helplessly in love.

APKGK is a let-down in terms of its inconsistent script and moves from being a good romantic tale to a senseless slapstick comedy. It starts off slow in the first 15 minutes, with sluggish pace and forced comedy but after Katrina’s entry the movie picks up. Post interval, logic goes for a toss with every frame filled with unnecessary extras. Upen’s love angle isn’t convincing and so is the sudden kidnapping of Jenny. Salman’s special appearance, Ranbir’s church prayer sequence where he talks to the lord in ‘butler’ (broken) English, his first day at his job to impress his girl, the dance partner scene, father-son encounters at home are some of the best moments that make APKGK a fun watch.

The movie does get a little absurd but has its moments with a light hearted appeal throughout. It works majorly because of its refreshing lead pair – Ranbir and Katrina, who amaze with great screen chemistry. Ranbir’s ‘No Confusion, No Demand’ steals the show. In a stellar act, the Kapoor lad expresses every bit so exceptionally that he makes you feel deeply for his character. Katrina Kaif looks gorgeous. With an infectious smile, limited talent and her accented Hindi, she impresses. Upen Patel is all body, no talent. From the side actors, Darshan does very well.

AS WE GO DOWN LIFE’S LONESOME HIGHWAYS

AS WE GO DOWN LIFE’S LONESOME HIGHWAYS

IT’S ALWAYS HARDEST THING TO DO

TO FIND A FRIEND OR TWO

THAT HELPING HAND

SOMEONE WHO FEELS

IF YOU FEEL YOU HAVE LOST YOUR WAY

YOU GOT SOMEONE THERE TO SAY I WILL SHOW YOU

THAT’S THE WAY…

Childhood friends till one’s lifetime are treasures which no one want to lose it. I m the same who just want to have nostalgia of the life we went through till date and particularly when we travel in difficult phase of a relationship. ’Langotiya Yaar’ meaning childhood friend is a word which I relate always to this person for me this fellow is what the world of friendship means. When I was available for all these years to wish him for his birthday falling the immediate day after birth of Chacha Nehru , this year I won’t be available to smell the sweet of love and affection which I received for all these years. Why? The answer is simple and obvious : quarrel. Leave apart all these, I will never shed negative thoughts in my mind of him and I want to share my divine friendship with a fellow whom I know from the day when India knows Sachin Tendulkar and I want to remember him until the world sheds its last breathe and even after that.

College days , official friends acquaintances fell short of what a real Childhood friend can give you and hope there won’t be any disparity on this. Life is sweet for those who have such and I personally know the real depth of friendship lies there. For say, there are days when we both have lived a life sans everything in life and enjoyed the life more than anyone. The day when I first saw this personality , in fact from the day when we walked hand in hand to our first day of schooling and till date when we live a corporate life working for multinationals, this fellow means a lot to me. Life is a game where we travel in different phases and we shall know when the same actor plays of all these roles and when we can really visualize the changes in phase, emotions and living style and the life teaches you that no matter what you be , no matter what the life’s intolerable phase you are passing , there is one who can be depended upon just to show the way you ought to travel. (Go through the lines above and continue reading) It’s always special to remember those funny days we lived , travelling the length and breadth of the country and living what the life is called a life and enjoying every moment one can presumably live with smile laugh and sanity. This is a life in life for me.

Defence quarters where I lived my livelihood till being here in Satyam is a place where one can see the real bunch of characters spanning regions languages and most important the bunch of friends one gets are next to real. I was lucky that he was with me for all these years while seeing the possibility of transfers is huge when being children of officers of this profession. Huge playgrounds, state of art indoor stadiums, amalgamation of twenty odd families and with nice friends I got this fellow a gem of all gems. Living in these atmosphere is altogether a different story and it speaks volumes of nativity we get though being miles apart the native we live in.

P.S: Memoirs of my life best relation: My life in a life

Indian culture and its heritage sometime impose emotional traumas in people which always I feel is the worst for any human kind to digest. Emotional tragedies are always difficult to swallow particularly when issues are related to human values importance and character. The character of the particular society and tradition based on cultural and religious background often imposes unbelievable trauma into any mankind particularly in India when people respect the importance of its origin. The origin of the customs and traditions we follow is often overlooked with myth and stupidity which shall nowhere be and should never be related to any one when the issue arises to challenge the living of anyone and challenges the whole purposes of origin of the tradition custom religion and mankind himself. What should me the motto of living?

I feel the motto should be to let others live. Isn’t it? What is the ultimate need to survive in this world which is always rotten with non-human values cultural and traditional imposes on self and others with amalgamation of religious stupidity to make anyone in this world to live a horrible and yet difficult life? Happiness… isn’t it?

Happiness in the form of zero emotional dangers for self and others. How can one achieve this when he is always subdued in this crap of living hell? Is it always fine with everyone to impose customs and tradition and religious filthiness for the sake of benefit for the self? How to overcome it? Come out of all these with the word called freedom of self and not to care a shit of anything but self freedom which never crosses boundary of self and never enters others freedom.

Human emotions why it disturbs our living? Why can’t we live a happy life where no one around is facing an issue because of us? Atheism teaches us to make others happy and see god in it. I am not asking to scrap your head and give to those who don’t have. Any charity or help or need is you do which you can survive without it. Forgiving one for the mistake he or she has done which becomes a past is ethical and sensible and the needful.

These are some of my minute thoughts which came to my mind which disturbed me for a whole day. I became dumb as dead cockroach after watching this film. This is one of several movies which challenged my emotions to the core.

This is the movie which is meant for those who take the happenings of the movie into real life and take emotions as real. They don’t differentiate real with reel. Reel is carbon copy of real.

Zeenat is on search for a widow of a person who is accidently killed by her husband. The emotional journey makes you melt which reaches in your deep heart that translates the deepest emotion to get the maafinama for her husband. It translates into celluloid the live portrayal of the society. The courage in which she starts her eternal journey to save her husband is beautifully described. Zeenat translates into celluloid what today’s women are. Emotions are dutifully described as words and expressions not into in the form of liquid called tears. Man, believe it or not my 3 year long wait to see this movie has made me mad.

Well I couldn’t ask for more which pinched hard into my soul about today’s society which has corrupted each and every individual mind.

Dor unveils one emotion after the other – intimacy, loneliness, grief, hope, resignation, oppression, guilt, greed, contempt, liberation and of course love. Yes, most of the story is heartbreaking but the narration is beautifully executed and has enough light moments to keep your interest alive. This tale is about two women from diverse backgrounds having common aspirations – but while one has the courage and confidence to make her own choices, the other is resigned to her fate.

This is not a review or any kind of article. It’s a post in perfect blogging terms on an issue which challenged my emotion.

In Search of Realm of Life : Ganges, Trip to Gaumukh Part – II

How can Indians Worship a river as Goddess?  How can people pollute the river and yet call the river as Goddess? How could people pollute the river and say the sins of the believers are washed away? How can the paradox of believing the river in the form of goddess in one hand and performing acts that leads to the rape of the river in other hand could be explained

Will Ganges the goddess die if the river did? Is it faith, literally blind to the extreme stress it puts its goddess through, whether it be plastic bags, dead bodies, or human waste thrown in and from which the river is believed to cleanse itself miraculously, that is killing the river?

Is urban India’s insatiable thirst sucking the river dry? A whole culture to blame for its own imminent demise. The devotion in Ganges is stronger and blinder than ever and that is killing its sanity. The devotion of Ganges is unparalleled by the virtue of the people who are killing it without any remorse. Ganges for Indians is more than just a river.

In the minds and hearts of Indians the solution to this paradox is the stupid cold-blooded feeling that makes them feel; what is the problem if we pour our garbage into the river and suck her dry? Ganges can always survive and purify herself.

Precisely, she is goddess. The state of Yamuna across Delhi is what we Indians want to happen to the largest perennial river of India, sacred mother Goddess Ganga.

PS: Ganges is anglicized name of the river Ganga, which is called as Ganga in Hindi and most other Indian languages.

To be continued…

The Namesake

Why should I review a book only after giving a complete go? I am free from any work as my application is on downtime. I decided to write about the book which I am half way through. Beginning Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake, I realized immediately that this book is certainly not that of regular kind pick the book read and throw kind of which we usually read. This book in certain ways is purely emotional and has cultural identity which any transnational can relate into. The plot certainly is combination of both certain and uncertain events that we either undergo or shall we here of. Lahiri’s language is the language I daily experience it, it’s also the most unfamiliar dialect and also combination of the two. When I decided to take up this book after completing Kushwant sahib’s “The company of women” – which in any case the worst of his works, I was in particular to get engaged with the kind of work Lahiri has given which describes the real phenomenon the transnational associates universally recognize. I started sensing the transnational emotions, the reason behind extending boundaries both the physical and emotional attack on the same, the value of family in a family, its preciousness, meaning of the word home and the same of home away from home. The Namesake is a clear example of this, though I have not personally undergone this transnational living or stepped outside Mother India I can relate to the characters portrayed by the author. These emotional adventure the characters live is easy to understand and difficult to digest. The Namesake is not the story I can relate to myself or of those known to me but it could plausibly be any one of so many transnational stories, which is why it’s familiar to me. I don’t know where this book will take me, it will be like anything else in this innocent world, will be a journey, with the destination unknown. But I do know one thing, even apart distinguished from its brilliant portrayal of the transnational lifestyle which is experienced by more and more people in our modern day world; it is brilliant on its own. I can give vivid example of one scene in which Ashima, a young Indian girl about to become a bride, inserts her feet into her future husband’s shoes before ever setting eyes on him, so that his shoes, “brown shoes with black heels… [And] lentil-sized holes embossed on either side of each shoe”, are her first experience of him, clearly shows. I can’t wait to keep going.

P.S. To be reviewed later once the reading is done.

In Search of Realm of Life : Ganges , Trip to Gaumukh

Ganges trip… a trip from the mouth to the toe is what I stood for while commencing the trip to Gangotri. I m not a theist but I do believe that India’s wealth is mostly covered on the hills of Himalayas and in the entire plains of Ganges. Without taking any credits from other places I stoutly order the importance of India’s wealthily heritage and culture which are deep sprouted on the plains of Ganges. Spiritualistic view says on the shores of Ganges lies India. India as the world says the epicenter of the world’s cultural heritage beauty and the heart and soul of the world’s spiritualistic dynasty which can be and was possibly measured in terms of its marvelous exposure, of its beauty and rich spiritualistic heritage. Personally for me, being in search of selfless meaning of self and realm, the reason to live, it was very much important and was in sync with India’s rich heritage cultural values which plausibly I learnt a lot through my experience in the travel I made and surely shall be the motto to travel the outer world in order to know the self existence and its virtues. The need to understand the beauty of Himalayan terrain was as much as essential like learning the self emotional conscience as both were as much difficult and incomparable. Himalayan terrain sans ice was still looking gorgeous with dangerously flowing Ganges jumping and thriving its speed as if it was the last drop to be rushed into the mouth of ocean was unimaginable sight to be with and every wish was saying the inability to have the grasp with a pair of eyes. Ganges with its tributaries flowing onto it with melting of its ice blocks making ice cold waterfalls and tributaries makes one dangerously difficult to cross the path to reach the ultimate aim of the trip , The Gaumukh. Knowing there is no end to the beauty of Himalayan kingdom and the Tapovan being on it, trip was rested till Gaumukh and saved our imagination and interest till the next trip till Tapovan, the abode of the universe where one can see the real power of life existence, its selfless beauty, unbelievable sceneries that will make one feel the death has to wait till one has seen the ultimate journey of life. Eighteen kilometer trek was without any pin head of doubt the best walk one can ever have in his life journey to understand the real meaning of life. Ganges flowing beneath you and you walk head high watching the Himalayan terrain called the lower Himalayas was just walking towards heaven, the heavenly abode unarguably the best picturesque place one can ever visit. There are thousands of best places to visit in the universe but I personally speak the need to visit the place which teaches you the life’s real virtue behind living and beyond living. One can define himself wrong if he fails to understand the beauty behind Ganges sitting somewhere down the flowing river path as the real truth and true color of the river is where it originates. We are pure at our originating point and are contaminated thereby walking towards our destination which in one way either made lengthy by external forces for its personal benefits or is contaminated by selfish creatures those who want and need to throw away their own filthy dirt pass on to someone thereby thinking of making themselves pure from dirt, clear from unclear, truth from untruth, kind from unkind. The sanity of purest form of living thing shall also be dependent on its purest form of origination and I defy easily that Ganges is at purest and has attained unquestionable sainthood when it terrains from Himalayan abode. Himalayan trip can always be unquestionably the best adventure has to make. Himalayan expedition makes a thump of awful hit on your emotions that changes the entire life after that. Spirituality and atheism are often one and the same unless the way one sees it. I always enjoy the holy places and its atheism in it. Ganges belt is no different from the view point I m making and the view the world sees. The end truth and elixir of life is as same as everyone sees it. It is just as difference as viewing in different view-point. When on a place where you are not the same as you are there is series of unquestionable thoughts one attain in the mind that solves the real purpose of the word travel. My view-point always administrates the need of an individual to understand the fact of his living. Travel teaches the life one needs to live. India is just the bucket one needs to explore completely till he sans his life thereby ending his life incomplete. India is undoubtedly shall and will remain incomplete expedition even if you devout your whole life for that.
To be continued…

Inside Beauty Part II : Being Selfish

Homo sapiens, just like other species (like Dogs, Whales, Ants, Giraffe and other animals) are selfish by their very nature. There shouldn’t be any kind of psychological variations while we address to other species or to the creatures within the species we are. Should there be? If you watch closely a dog sleeping, watch how he breathes, watch how his chest goes up and down, it is exactly like your mother breathes, watch how he gets alerted when you make a little noise. Creatures are the same all over the universe. Why those native species think they are superior to the world when there is something universe beyond that. Watch a dog how he stretches his body when he wakes up, it is exactly like you did when you woke up today. Watch how a cat looks at you while you are looking at her. Watch how a cow behaves with you when you touch her, watch her reaction when you try to hit her child and then people think we are the center of the creation of this universe. People think we are not species, we are humans and better than all. What should be the heights of stupidity when we think we are on our own? Earth is only a very tiny part of the Milky Way Galaxy and this galaxy has millions of stars like Earth. And there are more than a billion galaxies in this universe. How come you say that earth has only the living system? Do you have the power to peep inside the window of neighboring galaxy? How can you say that stones exist only in your backyard, that they don’t exist on Mars or a planet which is billions and billions and billions and billions and billions of miles away from you and no one has seen that planet. Since no one has seen that planet, so it must not exist. Right? It sounds ridiculous when people act in a selfish way towards other creatures. May be life is beyond what one can imagine. There is something more to venture inside once own self than to try IF you watch animals e.g. Lions, Deer, Parrots, etc you will see they exist and live primarily only to survive and the way to survive is to be selfish: Eat what you get and don’t share with others. Forget about fellow lions, I will eat the killed deer alone and if you mess with me I will tear your ass out you. So when we see on News Channels that George Bush ordering the invasion of Iraq or when we hear or read Hitler killed millions in concentration camps or general Indian police men raping women, then we get angry or surprised. Why? Its ordinary species behavior. Why do you showcase your anger as a greedy bitch for word call fame? Is there any need to portrait the anger for those incidents which are far inferior to those happening around? The most important point why everyone has to stop breathing one day, or why you stop breathing when put a knife in your heart. We are species. And on a final note, Hitler did not kill millions himself, his army men killed millions and those army men were also in millions. Millions of species killed millions of other species. Why surprise? Other species (which we call animals) die and they stop breathing. Humans die and they stop breathing. The difference between a dead deer and an alive man is that man is breathing while deer is not. Why? Ever saw a buffalo getting hurt when you hurt her child? They speak, they talk, they communicate and when you can’t understand their communication and you tie them in rope you say we are the center of creation of this universe. What the heck? Are we? Maybe we are the center of living universe known to us. What kind of logic is this? The difference between species is only of their shape and the way they breed. So why you think that this tiny star called Earth has life on it? Why you think there cannot be another life, another species which is watching you like you watch the behavior of Lions on Discovery Channel. What make you think that only human species can create warplanes and atom bombs? Since you never saw anyone with different shape than humans creating missiles so there must not be anyone. Did your stupid school teach you this? When will the living world learn there is a need for companionship within and with other species? What is the need to explore heavenly objects when you can’t see your own species dying? If you think we are special to those species they think the same. Think again else there may be one day when there isn’t anymore.

Inside Beauty … Part I

Just today, I learned a new and one of the most important lessons of my life. I have experienced this over the years and today it hit me while I was walking on the road going back to my rented room after purchasing some stuff. I saw people talking, laughing, some sad, some poor, some beggars, some rich persons, some with tensions stretched across theira faces, some with “Fuck You” on their face.. many many different types of humans emotions.

I learned the lesson that the facial beauty or the ugliness, that the superficial shapes and curves of human body, in reality are superficial. There is something that lies deeper inside, that deeper thing shows itself in the form of habits and behaviours in a person and no matter how much you try, you can never change a man. Every man has one fundamental form of his behaviour which he never changes throughout his life. Put an honest and patriotic man in a company of corrupted politicians and businessmen and when you will remove him from there after 10 years into the normal life, he will basically remain the same. Some habits of him may have changed over time and the basic traits of his thinking will remains same, like if no one ever touched them over last 10 years. Almost all men fall for the beauty of a woman. I am a man and I guarantee you about these typical habits of men. A man can fall for a woman who is much more beautiful and glamorous than his own wife and he will cheat on her wife for that. Men fall for beauty and glamour. When your life your life as a man responsible for his family and his society, what you see is deeper than that beautiful face , you see how that woman is going to live with you, how she is going to affect your life (in positive or negative way), what type of communications she has towards persons she lives, what she thinks of some people and why she does not think some good or bad about others. Just typical characteristics of human behavior. What you see on the face and the sexy figure is a deceiving phenomenon. The Truth of the Beauty lies in the relationship with that woman. What life you are going to live with her. As a married man you will fed up in sex with a beautiful and sexy wife just after 2 years if she does not give a suitable life and growth to your kids( our kids ?). You will fed of your moments on bed with a sexy shape you own when you will see your life is imbalanced. Why don’t men see that 2 years ago? Why do they have to fall for beauty and sex? Now women will say I am criticizing them by my own biased opinions. No its not true, so lets come to the side of general viewpoint, applied to all humans. Same way the woman works in last paragraph, the general friendship works, in case of relationships. Your relatives, your friends and your parents are bound by their natural instincts which is mostly same in all species: Being Selfish. Few are good by nature and thats what I will call Natural Evolution. If your friend, or your business partner or your husband, has some habits and characteristics which are not well fit in a family and kid-raising environment, your marriage will perish. Most Indians believe, that the culture of white people (by white people, most Indians refer to native people of USA and UK) is of sex and hence divorce. My countrymen, very proudly have convictions that white-people are not family people, that they are superior except when comes to family life. They think they divorce because of they are full of sex. I can see many whites will not like this picture of theirs but thats what a typical Indian thinks about them. Indians think that our family lives are better as divorce rates are way-way less. My fellow countrymen do not want to see the truth that its not about sex or family life, thats its about human rights. You can not hit your woman in USA, well, in India you can punch her in the stomach while she is 6 months pregnant and law gives a shit about it. The human rights are worse (but better as compared to China). Any Indian husband can beat his wife like a dog, while he is drunk and people will come to rescue both of them, man from his liquor and woman from the wounds and then they will say “ok, ok, its all ok, after all you are husband and wife. Forget the anger now and live like a family. After all you have to live together for all of your life” The Americans divorce because if man beats a woman while she is pregnant, he is doomed. Any teacher in India can beat his students with sticks only to express his anger and no one will say anything because law have no rules like a teacher can not slap or beat his students. Its about human rights, its not about cultures or race or color that most Indians wrongly believe.

Aghori …

Wizards don’t just exist in fairy tales…there are real ones…modern day Merlins who live among us as imperceptibly as the wizarding world lives among muggles in the Harry Potter Series. You may believe that what they do is magic or you may not. But from their perspective there are spirits, gods, and complex alchemical energies flowing through the world that only the trained mind can see. They are shamans that travel between the spirit worlds, using marijuana and alcohol as sacraments. Hindu wizards are known as sadhus, and among them possibly the most intriguing bunch that roam the earth these days are the Aghoris. They commune with the dead, living among them and practice rituals with corpses in order to make contact with the divine mother, Kali, to whom they pray. It all sounds very macabre till you read some of their philosophy. For them, nothing and everything is sacred. That is to say, excrement and corpses are as sacred as flowers. They see all things as a divine expression and the idea of matter as being impure, an illusion. By the way, I’ve always wondered why Shiva always seems to be depicted clean-shaved. He was a sadhu like the Aghoris, and would have had dreds and a beard.

Although the practice of taking all of one’s food and drink from a human skull is rare nowadays, certain sadhus, particularly the Aghori sub-sect, still hold to it as a daily reminder of human mortality and as a challenge to transcend the duality of life and death.These ascetics remain naked and often wear a rosary made of bones around their neck and carry a human skull in the left hand and a bell in the right hand. Their sectarian tilaka, forehead mark denotes unity of the Hindu triad.

I had long been fascinated by the Aghoris or “aughars” and my fascination was born out of the many weird and incredible stories that are associated with “aghoris”, their way of life and their supernatural powers. “Aghori” stands for and the origins of this aghor sect?The word “Aghor” when translated literally means “that which is easy or non-terrible” which is the underlying philosophy of the Aghor sect. Contrary to popular perception that “Aghoris” are human flesh eaters and urine-drinkers who practice black magic, “Aghor” philosophy is about absolute renunciation. However, the “Aghoris” do drink liquor and eat flesh as opposed to practitioners of other spiritual sects in India where these things are taboo. But for the “Aghori” these acts are a way of breaking all social conventions.The “aghors” believe that by breaking these social taboos, true realization dawns. Secondly, for the “aghor” their Lord Shiva is perfect and since he is responsible for everything hence everything that exists must be perfect and so for the “aghor” nothing is dirty or untouchable or unpalatable. So the “aghori” would wear the shroud taken off a dead body, or chose to remain naked or rub himself with ashes of the dead, or drink in vessels made of human skull only to negate the popular perception that these things are unholy or impure in a way emphasizing their core belief that nothing is impure as everything stands for Shiva and Shiva is perfect.

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Train to Pakistan : Khushwant Singh

Train to Pakistan
Author Khushwant Singh
Country India
Language English
Genre(s) Historical novel
Publisher Chatto & Windus
Publication date 1956
Media type print (hardback & paperback)
Pages 181 pp
ISBN NA & reissue ISBN 0-8371-8226-3

The most well-known work brought forth by the multi–faceted Khushwant Singh, “Train to Pakistan ” addresses as it’s central theme the mindlessness and the futility of communal hatred and violence.

Muslims said the Hindus had planned and started the killing. According to the Hindus, the Muslims were to blame. The fact is, both sides killed. Both shot and stabbed and speared and clubbed. Both tortured. Both raped”.

Set in the year 1947 in an Indian village –Mano Majra–along the Indo–Pakistan border, the Novel shows how a communal wedge of distrust is drawn between the peaceful Hindu and Muslim denizens of the village. The Hindus of the village are incited to murder their Muslim neighbors and friends to send a Train full of Muslim corpses to Pakistan, as an act of retribution to a similar mass murder performed by Muslims on there other side of the Border.

However, the Love of a village Rogue, Jugga, for his Muslim Beloved Nooro, finally, motivates the Rogue, who is a Sikh of the village, to save the lives of the Muslim Refugees aboard the Train from a planned Hindu assault.

Freedom is for the educated people who fought for it. We were slaves of the English, now we will be slaves of the educated Indians—or the Pakistanis”.

The Novel describes how peaceful villagers are forcibly drawn into the vortex of communal violence, and, how futile this violence ultimately proves to be in front of their traditional Brotherhood.

N S VAITHEESWARAN

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love ...

Make love your only companion. Its love that maintain universe. Whatever you see these are manifestations of love. Fire is the heat of love, earth its foundation, air its restlessness, night its dream state, day its wakefulness.It’s a state of passion engulfed in aroma of heavenly tides which can only be fathomed by the oceans of trust and truthfulness.

A simmering fire burns our hearts away;
We sink and my heart in depth of agony lies;
As with the dawn the taper of the lamp
Laps up the last drops of oil and dies

Friend, it’s my business to cry, how long you will keep wiping tears from eyes. I recalled how our association and progressed and how we were carried away by our infatuation like paper boats cast on a powerful stream. Love is a misery which spares no one, neither the old nor the young, neither married nor single. How in my infatuation I had sprinkled flowers of homage at her feet, how a women, who I had first not thought particularly beautiful had become the most beautiful in the world to me after she became my beloved.
I despaired and said to myself, ‘better be enchained, locked up, even die in a prison than be enmeshed in the net of love and longing.’

‘The eye hath ruined me,’ the heart complained.

‘The heart has lost me,’ the eye replied.

I know not which told the truth, which lied

Between the two, it was Meer who died.

Do everything your heart desires but never let it fall in love; Love spares neither lover nor the beloved. Envy slays companionship quicker than sword.

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

Nafs...Desire

NAFS … DESIRE
Desire is motto of life… the mantra behind which we live. Hey … if you guys accept it or not … I ‘m writing on your behalf and this is as true as truth is. Any wish or so-called expectation from things to thrills, from persons to pathetic situations is always the mantra of living world and its people. Check your own nostalgia you shall pat my back and say ‘bang on’. It’s to start from your birth to your death in between the phases of your teens to love age, from emotions of anger to romance, responsibility till you complete your duties, the word Desire throngs your ears and paves the heart in. Family pressures to business commitments, the idea of fulfilling the commitments is always where this seed grows in. I was just paging through Kushwanth Singh’s Delhi, and I straightway started writing this post as the word Nafs prompted me to. Is there any one in the world who never desires? I don’t think so. Are expectations wrong? Why shouldn’t we expect? Am I making a sin if I expect? If expecting a sin, I shall conclude there shouldn’t be any intellectual sense? Human being has this power. He deserves to think a dream. There comes expectation when one thinks of future. I accept getting to dumps after loosing the expectations one expects is what the real reason people stop expecting. Isn’t possible to expect a wish thereby go on with your life even if you lose the next moment. Being practical is it so difficult? I don’t think so. I believe in making common sense. But, yes, when emotions are into considerations one cannot win in a practical way. Being harsh in heart the worst thing or sense in sensibility of today’s life style to live in. What is the best way to live? Being practical or impractical? Come on through on your comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Travel not of the road but of one’s emotional self existence

Travel not of the road but of one’s emotional self existence is always one's want. Am I right in saying this? Why people love to travel? Why people travel in search of love? Not of the road but of one's own heart? Have you ever imagined the power of realization? The power of dream?
I got from my bed with an alarm peeping the song 'ya Ali - gangster' ... shocked, got up...Finally. Straight towards the television I switch on two plugs, there comes my favorite video songs. After a brief shower I start... I usually catch the first bus to STC as me entering at mid point won’t be able to manage a seat. Usually alone with my musiques I start walking towards chaurasa (bus stop). Waiting for the bus in winter that to an hour before sun rise cools one's spine down. My friend "Joint" helps me to stay calm till I get inside the bus.
Travelling makes a person to realize the worth of reaching distance. Being metaphorically unless one travel distance he can’t know the depth of life, particularly its meaning. There are at times one won’t get the real picture or view of his own life but most often when you lead your emotions you get the right view of life and most important its sole purpose of existence. To choose the best way to travel and the seat from where you can foresee your future happening is very difficult when you have been offered plenty of options. It’s always easy to choose what is right & what is wrong. But it is extremely difficult to choose the better of two rights & worst of two wrongs.
I entered the bus, said salaam to my bus driver friend and stared at an almost empty bus. With a small confusion of choosing the best seat from where I can view the pleasant atmosphere on the way to STC I sat. Opened the half opened window peeped outside to feel fresh oxygen, tuning to sounds of melodies and enjoying sweet solidarity with sense of happiness.
There are at times people shall forget the path they have travelled , the way they have, the people they have come across or the time they have spend to reach a beautiful place and most important the difficulty it takes, the pain it endures to reach the heights and lows of life. In Travel, one come across the taste of sweat and shock and only those who smile at those and venture will reach and have reached dangerous heights.
I usually carry a novel with me. I read it whenever I travel. Flipping pages of a novel (interesting) while travelling is of feeling highness as this gives me nice tempo to my mood. Without getting carried away of reading novel I pause to enjoy the atmosphere outside , sense of opening shops , musiques in my ear, chat with persons nearby (no matter even if u don’t know). It ‘s always a beautiful sight when you happen to see varied breeze of emotions right from birds to army man. Inside the bus it’s enjoyable to see people discussing about the previous day’s story varied from romantic blues to movies to LOC’s.
It will never make sense if u can’t enjoy at each and every scene you see. One can never experience the amount of happiness around us unless you feel open to explore it. It’s not about how long you travel to success; it’s about how frequent you travel towards success will determine the actual distance you attain. Each and every thing in this universe is to learn and you ought to finish reading it before you leave.
I reached STC got down from the bus started walking towards my room. Had a cup of vending coffee sat down in my place? People started flowing in and it’s just another routine day of learning in life!!!!! Unless one learns in life, he standstills at a position from where there can be no help.
P:S: This is not what I thought of writing!!!! There’s something in my mind which stops me!!!!

acceptance...

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend. I'd like to bring home with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty bad in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know –their son had only one arm and one leg.

Strangely there is something more painful than the hurt itself.It is acceptance. It is the knowledge of that acceptance that however painful it may be, this too shall pass.And in tomorrow's past, today will be another memory lined up on the shelf gathering dust.

Where would you be tomorrow, my pretty, prancing in the warm sunshine? or singing of faded memories?

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

NATURE'S IMBALANCE DIET

Its Nature's tendency to give the power to each and every individual based on their Duties and responsibilities. Each and every creature in this world has some Power... Hmmm... Call it as ability in doing things which are respect to their pure sheer strength they include in themselves. An Ant can't do the real business what an elephant does and thy vice versa. It's Universal platform where we live in possessing pure strength which shall determine our responsibilities and duties in this world and shall of course conclude whether we can complete it or not. The Nature... some theists call it as GOD, shall determine what u do and what u can do and may be what u will do...Men & Women are two gifts given by nature. What is the reason that the powers given by nature are so different? Is anyone superficial to other? If so, how? Maybe who??? The nature is intelligent enough to give powers based on their responsibilities which shall make this world a better place to live in. The nature has distributed its powers so as to make this world to exist and not to cease. On the second note, no organism in this world is either superior or inferior and shall not imitate others existence as it’s not possible. Male has masculine power and he is superior. Women is superior as she rebirths herself while praying a child, the pain she adores is not comparable to masculine power!!! Who has the greater ability to retain their form to bare the pain one adores in, a Male or a Female? What is pain? Is Pain physical? Is mental pain or so called emotional pain or grudge is not painful? Physical medication is always easy when one treats in a mental asylum. In day today life of a person, more he/she conquers mental tension than physical pain.
In this regard, I can easily conclude the power and strength can only be defined based on ability to conquer mental pain which in every case is true and no one can deny that.
The ultimate truth why male tend towards the unethical passion of boozing & fagging or to some extent into illegal business is just this... "The Nature's imbalance Diet...”. Emotionally speaking when a male is ditched in a love affair by a female, why it takes difficulty for a male in getting back to what so called normal life. Is this because women know how to control their emotions in tact or they don't express as to make others feel there is no emotion in her? Truth... Please!!!!!
Truth is, scientifically speaking the magic of “Testosterone”. The amount of secretion of this hormone makes the difference in aggression and power between men & women. The same adheres to the ability to control rejection, pain, loss etc.
Alcohol & similar interests reduces the speed of drop of the percentage of Testosterone drastically which shoots high on excitement. But for women this naturally reduces slowly to nil on rejection pain or failure from excited shoot up. The speed of loss or gain in percentage of secretion or deletion causes the real problem. According to medical research, testosterone - the hormone connected to male characteristics such as aggression and sex drive - rises in women by up to 50% when they get drunk. In men, it falls."

I conclude by saying the nature eats an imbalance Diet by providing all the Physical pain to womanhood and the emotional , mental instability or pain to malehood.

P.S: Dont read the last page of the novel that makes you to come to real Life !!! Be in Fiction always!!!

I Still Hate to hate it...

Early morning breeze , chilled coke was the condition of my body, My steps was on verge of finding a new meaning of the word called life in the horizon of sun along the bank of hussain sagar the place i always cherish myself for making me learn wat i m now. People often turn twisted in their own minds and learn their own mistakes in hard way thereby laughing at their own face tend to learn better than ever before. Yuppi, i did that!!!! with a joint in my hand i started my walk of life ... to the destined place called love !!!! the word i still hate to hate it !!!!

Heart was pounding at each and everything one could possibly see in the dark and at the shiny collage of the nature. My walk of Life was not just a walk , but one could possibly get from it , it was a walk of dreams , it was not just steps of foot but it was of the life one could possibly reach to unattained peak of life's most easily got lost phenonmenon. Same things , which u often cross infinite times , u tend to throw it away and tend not to keep in ur mind in the busy crowd in day light but the same may attract you at twilight or at dead night thanks to its silence and its beauty.

Beauty is truth, Thruth Beauty ... John keats would have smelled it!!!! but for me !!! Life is beautiful.. Beautiful ... My lens got focussed. I started feeling the heat of burnt finger... Go away i said to the joint ... turned towards... The Buddha... (Sin.. silently standing amid romantic blues)... wishes came... i turned my eyes... just to see and feel.. shall the time machine break !!!! Thunders frozen,,, Hot stars.. whizling flowers, dangerous waves... both in my heart and soul... i started twisting my own heart into cosmic waves that not even the sender can explain!!! wats this!!! is it hell!!! or is it hell in heaven!!!! wat i m supposed to do !!! grace it or shall shade away!!!!

The nature teaches us the purpose of life. Why we are here!!! and not there!!!!