When the love doesn't reciprocate from my beloved, its very painful but its more painful not to love him anymore....

Beautiful- Eminem

Christmas Light- Coldplay

Sufi Songs

A beautiful Sufi song by Abida Parveen:

Diya aur bathi hum

Tum Suraj Main Saanjh Piya Ji…
Mare Sapno Ki Tu Parwaj Piya Ji…
Piya Ji…
Tharo Maro Milan Ko Lage Re Saathi… Jaiso Diya Aur Baati…
Ho Diya Aur Baati Hum…
Main Jo Chalu Toh Sang Chale More Piya… More Piya…
Meri Khushiyon Mein… Yun Rango Bharo Ji Piya…
More Piya…
Tumne Jo Dekhe… Sapne Suhane…
Un Sapno… Ko Apna Bana Le…
Tu Dhadkan Main Janu Piya Ji…
Mare Hothon Ki… Tu Muskan Piya Ji…
Tharo Maro Milan Ko Laage Saathi Re Jaise… Diya Aur Baati…
Diya Aur Baati Hum…
Tum Jo Sang Ho Lage… Mujhko Sara Jahan…
Apna Mujhe…
Milke Chalenge Hai Ye Kasam…
Jo Saath Tera… Mujhko Mile…
Rahon Se Kaante… Hum Chun Lenge…
Dhup Mein Chaaya… Banke Chalenge…
Jag Se Nirala Hoga… Saath Piya Ji…
Mare Sapno Ki Tu Parwaj Piya…
Tharo Maro Milan Ko Lage Re Saathi… Jaise Diya Aur Baati…
Ho Diya Aur Baati Hum….
Diya… Diya… Ho… Diya Aur Baati Hum… 

RockStar Movie

WHAT A MUSIC!!!! Yup I am in love with the Rockstar movie music. AR Rahman is the best and there is no doubt about that. Mohit Chauhan singing is fab!!! And HUH!!! Finally Ranbir Kapoor makes his debut in acting!!! Made me say WOW for his performance in the movie. 
Having said all that, what a pity... the storyline is missing!!! Beautiful actress with no sense of acting! I actually lost all the interest in the second half of the movie. It didn't hold my attention. The emotions didnt touch my heart. So my eye liner stayed intact ;)
Overall, I would say 5stars for Ranbir, 7 stars for the music and no stars for the story.


Its not a must watch movie. You may just want buy the music of the movie and enjoy. Its worth it!!! But if you want to appreciate Ranbir, may be a 1 time watch.

COLDPLAY- PARADISE

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she flied

And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

La la la La
La la la

So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo 

If love is all pervasive, what pervades the pain of love!!

No Title for this Day

Have you ever been NERVOUS to the core....I did for the first time...Yeah I know I know... Life mein bahut kuch first time hotha hain.....
Ok this is what happened to me....First my mouth dried up...I drank water but it would dry up instantaneously. Then my throat dried up and then even my stomach dried up...HUH never thought that could happen.


Then the stress pitched to the next level. Now my lungs forgot to breath. I had to consciously inhale with some force, to fill the little space that my lungs gave. But then, as if it was some unwanted filthy food force stuffed into mouth, my lungs would breath out instantaneously. Before my nose could breath out that air, my mouth would open up to ufffff and hufff it out. So I was actually breathing in with my nose and breathing out through my mouth with a rather high frequency and an awkward rhythm.


Now comes the topping to the whole situation. Most people who know me have noticed a manufacturing defect in me. I can blush for no valid reasons. My face easily turns red. But Jesus Christ, this was no defect. The blood gushed to my face, turned red, ears were feeling warm, rather hot, eyes filled with water, forehead and nose started to sweat in the chill cold AC room. By the way, it was drizzling outside. So it was not a hot weather to sweat at all.
By now since my nose was anyway half the time free not breathing out by the grace of my mouth, decided to give company to my eyes. Yeah it started watering like a leaking tap. OMG!!!! I forgot my handkerchief, I could see no tissues around.
Can it get worst?? Yes it did.... My voice box refuse to make sounds from then on. My mind blanked out, so I forgot what I had to say. Oh wait a sec...that didn't keep my mind silent. It raised a HAZAR question. What are you going to say now? Lets start from the beginning, but what is the beginning...Anyway just say something, anything....Do you realize you appear like the world's best moron? Whats the point, you have anyway ruined it so say anything...Look into the eyes, when you talk....Or if that is making you nervous you can just put your head down...Huh.....ON and ON and ON...............


THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE........... :(
  

Toss

Is it heads, is it tails?
Is it the coin or the heart
Tossing up in air.
Heads the path switches
Tails the route twists
Yet what is it that changes
Not the frozen heart
Not the choice of path
Not the posthumous life
Not the waves of love
Not the stones above
Yet the coin is tossed
Yet the life paused
Yet the breath ceased

Call Awaited

A long awaited call
A call for life, A call to live
A single call to set the gauge
Path to be tread crude and strange
Yet the path etched every inch by self


Waiting for the tintinnabulation,
The ring that shall tumble down,
To deck my toe and heart
To fill the air with ecstasy
Harness the sweet singing song

Senorita---- Zindagi na milegi dubara

quien eres tu? (Who are you?)
donde has astado? (where have you been?)
he removido cielo y tierra y no te encontre
(i've moved the heaven and the earth but i coudn't find you

Y llegas hoy, (but you arrive today,)
tan de repente, (so suddenly,)
y das sentido a toda mi vida con tu querer
(and you give meaning to my whole life with your love)


na main samjha...na main jaana...jo bhi tum ne mujhse kaha hai Senorita
magar phir bhi...na jaane kyun...mujhe sunke accha laga hai Senorita

no desvies la mirada (don't look away)
quedate cerca de mi (stay close to me)

mujhko baahon mein tum ghero, samjheen na Senorita

chaahat ke do pal bhi mil paayein
duniya mein yeh bhi kam hai kya
do pal ko to aao kho jaayein
bhoolein hum hota ghum hai kya
Senorita, suno suno, Senorita kehte hain hum kya


jamas podre (i will never)
interpretar (understand)
el sentido de las palabras que me dedicas
(the meaning of the words you dedicate to me)

pero el calor (but the warmth)
de tu mirar (of your gaze)
me hace sentir como la mas bella senorita
(makes me like the most beautiful senorita

nigahon ne nigahon se kahi armaanon ki daastaan hai Senorita
ke chaahat ki, mohabbat ki saari duniya mein ek hi zubaan hai Senorita
mujhse ab nazar na phero, aao paas tum mere
mujhko baahon mein tum ghero, samjheen na Senorita

chaahat ke do pal bhi mil paayein
duniya mein yeh bhi kam hai kya
do pal ko to aao kho jaayein
bhoolein hum hota ghum hai kya
Senorita, suno suno, Senorita kehte hain hum kya


jo bhi pal beeta hey Senorita
har pal tumne hai dil jeeta bas itni si to baat hai

no desvies la mirada (don't look away)
quedate cerca de mi (stay close to me)

mujhko baahon mein tum ghero, samjheen na Senorita

chaahat ke do pal bhi mil paayein
duniya mein yeh bhi kam hai kya
do pal ko to aao kho jaayein
bhoolein hum hota ghum hai kya

chaahat ke do pal bhi mil paayein
duniya mein yeh bhi kam hai kya
do pal ko to aao kho jaayein
bhoolein hum hota ghum hai kya

I knew not what love is until you passed by....

Disclaimer: This is a pure fiction....


He:  Hi
Me: Hi
He: How are you?
Me Typing......"Superfine!! Doing great!! How are you!!"....Me Pause.... I reframed...
Me: Good
He: I mean howz new life?
Me: I am fine
He: I hope you are fine.
I sense concern, I sense worry....
Me: Yes, I am fine
He: I really hope. I will pray for you. I truely wish you are fine.
I sense his heart, I sense love, unscathed love, I sense his  responsibility to keep me safe, I sense his helplessness for not being able to do anything, I sense a Deep Pain that I am actually fine without him.....
Me: Thanks! How are you?
He is typing.....................typing.....pause......typing.......pause....typing
He: Good

Tears flow down my eyes. I feel guilt. For no fault of mine, I am guilty. Sweet hearts are not meant to be broken. Life is cruel.....I was not destined to feel like wise. But the heart broke. Now I am guilty because the scar in his heart has remained.  

ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ ಕಗ್ಗ

ಬದುಕು ಜಟಕಾ ಬಂಡಿ, ವಿಧಿ ಅದರ ಸಾಹೇಬ, ಕುದುರೆ ನೀಂ ಪಯಣಕೆ. 

ಮದುವೆಗೋ ಮಸಣಕೋ, ಪೋಗೆನ್ದಕಡೆ ಪೊಗು.

ಪದ ಕುಸಿಯೆ ನೆಲವಿಹುದು ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ||

Life is a Horse driven cart, Fate its owner
You're the horse for the journey
Tread the path as guided: Towards marriage, or towards graveyard
If the step fails, you will have the earth beneath to support.

-- DV Gundappa

Procrastination

Someday I will learn how to....But Someday is not a day of the week!!

How to offer a Cute Prayer :)

Whispers down on the knees are heard loud in the sky above...

adapted from:
‎"You reach the greatest heights while on your knees"--- Bishop H. David Burton 

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವು

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವು ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿತೋ
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಅಲೆಯುತಿಹುದೋ ಏಕೆ ನಿಲ್ಲದಾಯಿತೋ

ದೂರದೊಂದು ತೀರದಿಂದ
ತೇಲಿ ಪಾರಿಜಾತ ಗಂಧ||೨||
ದಾಟಿ ಬಂತು ಬೇಲಿ ಸಾಲ
ಮೀಟಿ ಹಳೆಯ ಮಧುರ ನೋವ

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವು ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿತೋ

ಬಾನಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂಟಿ ತಾರೆ
ಸೋನೆ ಸುರಿವ ಇರುಳ ಮೋರೆ||೨||
ಕತ್ತಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು ಒಳಗೆ
ಬಿಕ್ಕುತಿಹಳು ಯಾರೋ ನೀರೆ

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವು ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿತೋ

ಹಿಂದೆ ಯಾವ ಜನ್ಮದಲ್ಲೋ
ಮಿಂದ ಪ್ರೇಮ ಜಲದ ಕಂಪು
ಬಂದು ಚೀರುವೆದೆಯ ಭಾವ
ಹೇಳಲಾರೆ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಮನವು ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿತೋ
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಅಲೆಯುತಿಹುದೋ ಏಕೆ ನಿಲ್ಲದಯಿತೋ
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾರಿತೋ ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿತೋ ನಿಲ್ಲದಾಯಿತೋ….ಓ..

Why is it so hard to cheer up when I am very sure I don't want to be low

सिर्फ तुम

जीने की आशा तुम, 

दिल की धड़कन तुम |

सामने जो आये तुम, धड़कन रुख जाये ,

नज़र ना आये तो, आशा थम जाये |

धडकनों की आशा तेरे हाथों में थमा गये,

इन्ही सिलसिलों में खुद को समां गये | 

I authored my fate...and now the fate writes me....

Wake me up inside --Evanescence Amy Lee

Love this song for some special reasons... :)




How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb

Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there
And lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you, all the life upon the die

(All of this I, I can't believe I couldn't see)
(Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me)
I've been sleeping a thousand years, it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything

(Without a thought)
(Without a voice, without a soul)
(Don't let me die here)
(There must be something more)
Bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

Alone Again Naturally - Gilbert O' Sullivan

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people 're saying,
"My God that's tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home."
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

(instrumental break)

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally 

A short stay at Noida

I am here in Noida for abt 2 weeks for the migration activity at customer site. Wohoho...weird place...Yeah thats my first impression.....
Its mostly been work...work..work and little bit of sleep...since the day I am here...But u know what the first weekend here....hmmm....aaa....ehm ehm...Just wanna check if its really 24hrs in a day or someone added more....Yeah I am not able to kill the time....


Ok lets start with vehicles, traffic....people here.....First comes the AUTO RICKS....The auto ricks here have a tradition to follow. The mirrors have two heart shaped pictures on either side. One heroin and the other a hero....thats not weired yet....whats very funny is the two would have never acted in any movie ever and I dont see any possibility as well. Aishwarya and Kamal Hasan, Jugal Hansraj and Simiran....or wait a minute...not sure if its North South integrity!!!!


Friday evening 4 of us hopped into the same rick to get back to our rooms. Oh Man you need to check out the driving skills and traffic sense of these people here.....Breath taking!!!! The moment the auto geared up to move, I had the experience of my life. He started with a steep left turn...with a jhataka giving jerk and smashed to the road like street hawk....I still can't comprehend how he started the rick and the heavenly motion at the same time!!! Since I had the privileged seat at the corner, with no support, no barrier....I was almost sure the momentum is going to throw me out any moment.....HUH...zor ka jhatka dheere se lage!!!!

Since its the first time I was out in Noida and it wasn't dark yet, I had some time to peep out to glance the decorum of the city.....HAHA guess what..... I am reminded of the funny forwards I used to laugh at....Funny shop names.."Lovely Mobile Repair", "Sagar: North, South and Indian food available", 


The road barriers are conveniently occupied by the pan wala, chat wala, tanda juice wala.....People enjoy their junk food with all serenity right in the middle of the traffic....well as long as someone doesn't bump into them. 


Now to add to the driving skills of Noida vehicle owners!!!!
In traffic jams, the bike riders squeezing through the crowd will insert their bike handles and sometimes even their head with a funny helmet right into the neighbors open windows of the vehicle....Yeah right...you can imagine....I would suddenly see a handle with a hand in front of my face, the rick driver would be distracted with a helmet head next to him...well given the way he was driving, not that he was concentrating on anything important ...but still....


The riders have this amaizing sense of responding to their skillful co-riders. Yup.....they demonstrate true brotherhood in the midst of traffic jams and signals.....If a vehicle at the back HONKS.....they will do anything to make way...break the signal and move on, take the bike on to the divider.....anything for you brother, anything.....HUH just that I had a few breathtaking moments......


More to follow...specially on the shop names....!!!! :)

I knew Not…Until you passed by….

Bemused bird in the nest,

Set out in a quest,

Met the fragrant flower in mire,

Perplexed by the vision of dire,

He left me though I turned by

And bloomed to the unknown just to cry

I knew not what love is

Until You passed by….

Petals of heart bloomed up in love

Glittering stars carried down by dove

The vicinity turned into starry heaven

Angels flew down made my world an Eden

Bewildered heart pounced loud

Tears showered with blissful cloud

I knew for sure that from all above

Vanguard of search merged in love

And then I said…I knew not what love is

Until You passed by….

Then the thunder struck in silence

Quivering current withdrew the fragrance

Depopulated my Eden as its void of you

You without me is it true or untrue

Weeks passed, days passed, moments ticked away

I stood still on the desolated island waiting your way

My world ceased, to my cinematic extinction

Needless of my presence came the realization

that …..I knew not what love is

Until you passed by…

Cursed is the painter with a myth in his art

Cursed is the life with the heart broken apart

Protagonist in the monologue dialect

The life is now a mere posthumous enact

I want to be a DOLPHIN :)

Cuteeeee and hilarious :)

Gummana Kareyadire by Sri Purandaradasa

Fictitious protagonist in the camouflaged drama of life, enacting the monologue role which is still a self authored posthumous.


Since most of my friends who read this almost beat me up, I will make an attempt to explain what was on my mind with this one liner.....:)


Protagonist is the main character or the only character, on whom the play or story is based. Each one of us are the protagonist of our own life story. After all life is also a drama with lot of fake emotions and unreasonable turning points, which often makes me feel that the role in my own life is not real.....So I termed my role in my life as Fictitious protagonist.


Camouflage means to hide something to make it look natural with the surrounding. Like hiding an equipment or arm from an enemy. That is exactly what life does....Most times so dramatic and unexpected. The hurricanes and soothing breeze are cinematically  indulged into life with no foresee. 


Monologue is an act or play, where the artist enacts 2 or more characters. Like the ones in the talk shows and comedy shows on TV. All of us are biased and deeply influenced by our own state of mind and heart. The perception of the world around is obviously from our own point of view, which may or may not be real, but its the hard core only truth for us. People around talk, express emotions and ideas of their own but the perception is always from our point of view....I guess you will all agree to this. Its my way or no way!!!!......Hmm... so what am I saying.... I am trying to say that no matter whats happening around, standing in our shoes, life around is a monologue interpretation from our mind and heart :)


With all the freedom of thought speech and action, abilities, self sustained attitude, decision making abilities and above all the stubbornness to stick to our opinion, I often get deluded that I am in full control of my life.....Until the ego is blown off with a hit or a new flabbergasting unexpected twist....Then I begin to ponder, am I really the author of my life? Even if I am...is the story under my control.....Sometimes I feel, I am just enacting some self authored story. Yeah self authored....I believe its my own past karmas, calcified patterns of thoughts and emotions which have built up this story and now more like a dead puppet, I am enacting the whole play....Posthumous is a story continued after the death of the original author. So I am the original author of my life, but a dead puppet, but the story continues, but the author still remains me..........


HUH!!! that was sooooo not easy to explain ....:) But it was much easier to frame that one liner...:))

Laughter Awaited

Yes, when you see for the first time, a great laughter arises in you - the laughter about the whole ridiculousness of your misery, the laughter about the whole foolishness of your problems, the laughter about the whole absurdity of your suffering.
---OSHO
I am sooooo.... waiting for this laughter.... I really hope I can do this :)

When my mind and emotions get attached to a song and start listening to it over and over again, the lyrics of the song comes right through my heart. Yesss..., I am avid lover of music, but what holds my interest is the choice of the words. For the sake of the beautiful words I can compromise the voice of the singer many times......Then I go a step further and choose the best lines of the song and post it as my status message in gtalk.
Now these messages trigger strange waves around!!! Yeah I have followers to my gtalk messages. Why did she choose these lines, whats running in her mind, whats happening in her life....... Ohh Jesus!!! For God sake, its just my favorite lines and NOOOO I am not stating anything about my life!!!!
Hmmmm but one of my dear friend is gaining some strange pleasure in killing the flavors of my favorite songs. He titled the Yellow by Coldplay as (.....They were all yellow....)jaundice 
Constantly(....All day I'm walking in a dream I think about you constantly....) by Cliff Richard as Night walking, Better Man(....Lord I'm doing all I canTo be a better man......) by Robbie Williams as change of gender (heights!!!! HUH) ........

Constantly by Cliff Richard

Song writes: Vincenzo D'acquisto;Saverio Seracini;Michael Julien


All day I'm walking in a dream
I think about you constantly
Just like an ever flowing stream
Your memory haunts me constantly
Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind
So you're no longer near to me
But my heart sees you there with me
Every sunset you share with me
The rain that patters through the tree reminds
Me of you constantly
Your name is whispered by the breeze and love birds
Bring your song to me
Just as sure as each star keeps burning
In the sky your love will stay a flame in me
A flame that burns so bright
Not only through the night
But constantly
Though we may be far apart
You're constantly deep in my heart

I stopped by my own side to ponder on all the waves of my life...

Did I initiate these waves? No came the answer...

Did I invoke for these waves? May be came the answer ?!$%%

If not you, could there be these waves? No came the answer...

Then did u initiate these waves? May be came the answer ?!@#$!

Then why is it that all of me is in the wave and you are not here? Are you sure came the answer.....

Is this a fare deal? Is this what I deserve? Yes for sure came the answer......

I took a deep breath and try to puffff away the density of the emotions, hoping to clear away the cloud, the fog, the mist, the smoke.....

I see a ray of hope, a silver line at the horizon where my life meets that light intense, bright and shiny...Dont know what to say...Is it love, is it fate, is it the end, is it the beginning, is it you, is it me myself......Searching the call of the Rhythm Divine that is so oblivious yet so obvious......

Remix mode of life

I am currently playing a remix pattern of music in my playlist. I mean my playlist songs switch between a devotional bhajan to a bollywood dance number to romantic song by Robbie William to rock music by metallica to a chanting by Master Choa......
LOL at myself.....
How insane am I or is it......... you know what  :D 

I support Anna

http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_anna_hazare_fb/97.php?cl_tta_sign=8de3c9d6eeeeb0990e9c18e96e28a2e6

A drift in the center is an incomplete circle forever

Life or Amazon Forest!!!

Why is the distance from the brain to heart so long........
What the intelligence reads takes ages to sink into the heart....and BOY give me a break, the heart rules no matter what.
The journey from perception to realization is so damn lengthy that the world around would have anyway taken all sorts of complex twists....Tracing the way back in Amazon forest??? Oh forget it....

Heart Filled Appreciation to Priya Subhiksha Rangarajan

God gives some amaizing gifts to certain chosen souls. Priya Shubhashika Rangarajan is one beautiful soul blessed with blissful voice. Her bhjans have triggered hurricanes of love and devotion in my heart. She is a true blessing to all those who listen to her songs. This little girl is undoubtedly an evolved one to wash off some of the stagnant old emotions and revitalize the serene inner beauty in us.

I have no words to express the blissful lift in the consciousness when I listen to her singing. . I am sure the Devathas descent down and dwell around her to grace the reverberations created in the vicinity of her songs. God bless God bless God bless.

http://www.hummaa.com/music/album/Daily%20Bhajans/23180

The Great Indian MBA dream

Currently reading this book.. HAH!!! another book to my list ;)

March/29/2011:
Done reading...Excellent sense of humor. Loved the sarcasm in the tone. Awesome command on the language...The description and details in the book got me carried away, like I was very much present there. I almost experienced all the stress, high spirits, ambitions and all sorts of high and low emotions the author takes us through. I can go on with all that I liked about the book. Can't believe this is his debut book. He has done a much better job than the famous books..... not to mention Chetan Bhagath's Five point someone. Wish Amir Khan found this one earlier. We could have had a even better movie than 3 Idiots. Well 3 Idiots didnt meet my expectation, you see...
Its a super jovial book and a good stress buster. I just adored  all the songs quoted in the beginning of each chapter.... very innovative expressions....This is my first novel reading a long long long time now. It was good break for me from the routine serious reading...:)

07-Mar-2017
How did I forget to mention that the language used in the book has many bad words.... At times I felt like saying...its a bit too much. I know the guys in the college are used to using a lot of such words...but a bit of editing and polish on that would have helped.

IN-SO-MN-IAAAA.........

Insomnia... Gosh I hate these sleepless nights....
I generally don't complain about less sleep. A 5-6hrs of peaceful sleep makes up for any hectic day....
But no sleep night is unbearable. I feel I have bricks loaded on my shoulders and my eyes clipped open...:(

A tribute to the art in the Brush

ಕುಂಜದ ಕಲೆ ಭಲೇ ಸಾಕಾರವೋ (Kunjada Kale Bhale Sakaravo)

You move and bring the moving world to still

You move and the art comes into life

Your touch emerged the sculpture,

glorified the mother nature,

played the music of heart,

danced the divine romance.

Oh you made the formless Lord tangible.

Its all about just the way you touched.

My Significance

Even if I am only a drop in the ocean, is the ocean complete without me?

A Waiting Arrow

Unscathed serene sky and the bright blue sea

I rest in my bemused quiver with no foresee

And then came the hands that would set me free

In quest of the destiny, he went on his knee

The blowing wind and the shimmering leaves

The quivering thunder that wants me to flee

Bewildered by the flow of the river

I set on my journey from the quiver

I know not to stop, I know not to wait

Travelling the path lead by the fate

I know not to change the target straight.

Infrangible wood, I pierced;

The subjugating antagonist wind, I pierced;

The demoralizing gloaming dry leaves, I pierced;

As I pierced with pride that I am the invincible,

Passing was the breeze filled with granules of fog

The apparition staggered the path with a twist

Destiny turned vivid, vicinity vanished into mist

I have been a synonym to time that waits for none

Here I stand still flabbergasted by the turn

The moment is cohesion of past present and future

Astound by the camouflaged drama of true nature

Am I a maverick arrow in the falling

Waiting for the calling

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY

Mom and Me :)

Womanhood is awesome and its the true beauty of God's creation!!!

Its in your proximity that I find my innate Solitude

---Adapted from Robert Brault: "In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude"

Silent Indian National Anthem

My friend sent this link. I think its really awesome!!!!
Awesome andre Awesome :)

Better Man by Robbie Williams

Songwriters: Chambers, Guy;Williams, Robbie
======================================

Send someone to love me 
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
'Cause it's not my fault
I know I've been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you've found that lover
You're homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doin' all I can
To be a better man 

Hang in there :0

Desperation to meet the destiny is at its peak when its almost there!!!!!!!
All patience exhausted, all efforts to sustain ceases.....To keep it going for a few more steps when the door is visible right ahead is the challenge. 
Hopeless moments are over, the time has tested the stamina on the roughest phase, and approved a clear distinction result. All that is awaited is the tangible experience of THE MOMENT..... :)
How come its so difficult to wait a few more minutes, to walk a few more steps, sustain the trust for all that is awaited, listen to a few more buzzings.....puffff......


Human mind is so complex.......... or is it just mine!!!!!@#@#%^&???
Hang On Babe, we are almost there........................................

Happy Valentines Day to all the loving souls around the world :)
Thank you for making this Earth a special place!!!!

Mirage Vision of Destiny

Vivid apparition of primeval acquaintance

Arose the pristine source of love and hope

Travelled the intangible path fresh and crude

Loneliness haunts as the destiny closed

Is it the vision impaired

Is the path clouded and fogged

Is it the mist with mind that’s blinded

Is it just a pass time or the time that has passed

The frontier of the driving ocean

Pushed me to the desolated island

Depopulated world as its void of you

You without me is it true or untrue

Whom do I blame…God, fate or myself

Sinking in the black hole…you, fate or myself

Mirage vision of destiny that brings you to myself

Victimized in the hurricane of life…I, me myself

Beauties of Islam

Beauties of Islam by Annie Beasant, a small 40 pages book, has been my recent Theosophy reading.
Our Acharya once rightly pointed out that though we claim to believe in One Universal Supreme God and that all religions preach the same truth, we have greater affinity towards so called our own religion which is evident from the interest we carry for other religions. The bias is obvious and can't be denied.
In the effort to remove this bias at a more subtler level, I have started to read some books on other religions.
Beauties of Islam was one in the list. I was quite disappointed with the book I must say. This is the first time ever that a Theosophy book has disappointed me. The book did not point at even a single beauty of the religion. Its all about "How people loved Prophet  Mohammad" and "Defending the religion itself for the rigidities it has imposed on its followers."
I would have appreciated it even if it had pointed out some misunderstandings of the followers.


On the whole, the book did not meet my expectations in terms of content and also in terms of logics.... :(
No offense, I still believe that I am little too tiny and not authentic at all to comment on the author and her abilities. I have read many of her other books, and I am a fan of her books co-authored with Leadbeater.


Hmmm but yes, CWL is one of my favorite author in Theosophy.


My first Alice Bailey book (Treatise on White Magic) is still in the reading process at a snail rate........I am sure to treasure some beautiful findings in this book. My heart filled deep gratitude to all the great ones for penning these books.

Waiting for the calling

The journey has reached the horizon

The destiny tangible with a single last leap

The vanguard of search merging in the mystery of love

Waiting for the call from the silence of the dream

Rhythm that raised from the conversant

Resonating in me and you

Reverberating the call of silence

Deeper in essence,

Pervading the existence

For all that is known only to the unknown

You are here in my vicinity of heart

Come my love… take the leap

Into my heart, into me,

For this is not,  Just a Dream.