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....