Monday, October 5, 2009
[Dedicated to all the newly married]
As life takes it turn to churn the pleasure
Of its magnificence
While we travel through the
roads of mixed emotions,
I’ll tie the knot around you
Bonding us for the rest of our lives,
And I’ll walk you along the
path of togetherness
Holding your hands throughout
Ensuring my presence always
To befriend you wherever you go
I’ll wish to stay with you all through my life
When this day becomes
beautiful in its own way,
With the memories that we’ll keep enclosed
in our sweet box of secrets,
I’ll whisper the words ‘I’ll be there for you’
A silent oath we’d share
To live our lives in happiness...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
When I walked through the road
that bound not end,
That cast me the shadow of me in them
On the sides when the beetles creaked its sounds
And when no breeze blew to sway my hair,
The yellowy light that to and fro-d
The calmness of the night
that walked me through
A little thought into the minds avenue
Of the days passed through the busy ends
Of life and myth and many more mysteries to unfurl
Like the beats of the table I hear away
Life takes its beat in its plaintive way...
that bound not end,
That cast me the shadow of me in them
On the sides when the beetles creaked its sounds
And when no breeze blew to sway my hair,
The yellowy light that to and fro-d
The calmness of the night
that walked me through
A little thought into the minds avenue
Of the days passed through the busy ends
Of life and myth and many more mysteries to unfurl
Like the beats of the table I hear away
Life takes its beat in its plaintive way...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I was just taking a stroll through the corner of my mind with my friend Gautham and came across some ideas that I wanted to think more about and would like you to think about too. After reading this post, I would like you to sit back and find the answer to a question I would ask at the end.
“Our mind is a unique combination of thoughts, feelings, facts, interpretations, imagination, creations, innovativeness, tactics, ideas and a wide range of similar aspects. These aspects when looked closer fall under the genre of ‘invisible features’ that are present in our day to day life. The mind is in a way an ‘invisible being’ that lives with us. The decisions that we make are the processed results of the minds activity. It conditions itself to certain tactics and rules from the very beginning of our growing period. A person behaves in a particular way in a particular situation by applying the various rules the mind has kept set. Sometimes mistakes are committed knowingly. In such a case, the mind warns the individual that it is doing a mistake, yet the person indulges himself/herself in the act. In a way, the mind is the machine that is capable of solving the problem it creates in the most apt way. Once it realises the mistake, if one takes an effort to correct it or at the least regret, the act would be ‘forgiven’ by one’s self. That is the self defence that the mind gives to its owner.
Ones identity depends on the way he/she portrays himself/herself in the milieu of others. An individual who has complete control of mind would never have an identity crisis within himself/herself. It is most important for one to be true to the self. At the end of a day when you lie down on your bed, ask your conscience who you are. If the acts that you did in the short span of your life suddenly stand out as thorns that would hurt your mind’s ethics, then you should help exercise yourself to redefine/explain yourself in the court of your mind. The answer to who you are is there only within yourself. As long as your mind is able to sustain and keep up with its ethics, I would say, you have complete control of yourself.
“Our mind is a unique combination of thoughts, feelings, facts, interpretations, imagination, creations, innovativeness, tactics, ideas and a wide range of similar aspects. These aspects when looked closer fall under the genre of ‘invisible features’ that are present in our day to day life. The mind is in a way an ‘invisible being’ that lives with us. The decisions that we make are the processed results of the minds activity. It conditions itself to certain tactics and rules from the very beginning of our growing period. A person behaves in a particular way in a particular situation by applying the various rules the mind has kept set. Sometimes mistakes are committed knowingly. In such a case, the mind warns the individual that it is doing a mistake, yet the person indulges himself/herself in the act. In a way, the mind is the machine that is capable of solving the problem it creates in the most apt way. Once it realises the mistake, if one takes an effort to correct it or at the least regret, the act would be ‘forgiven’ by one’s self. That is the self defence that the mind gives to its owner.
Ones identity depends on the way he/she portrays himself/herself in the milieu of others. An individual who has complete control of mind would never have an identity crisis within himself/herself. It is most important for one to be true to the self. At the end of a day when you lie down on your bed, ask your conscience who you are. If the acts that you did in the short span of your life suddenly stand out as thorns that would hurt your mind’s ethics, then you should help exercise yourself to redefine/explain yourself in the court of your mind. The answer to who you are is there only within yourself. As long as your mind is able to sustain and keep up with its ethics, I would say, you have complete control of yourself.
In a situation where all the norms of the mind are violated, (unknowingly in the beginning and knowingly towards the end), the self of the person begins to weaken. It is a state when a human mind that was once a palette with the many ingredients in life starts to become null and void and in the end lose its self consciousness. The question as to who you are when asked to a person in such a situation would be answered in such a way that the mind has tuned itself to act in ways against its own ethics. I believe this is a particular situation where one loses his/her identity and conscience, resulting in a state where the negative aspects that creep into the mind overtake the normal state of mind. One should be successful in his/her life by being able to revert to the right conscience.
Now that you have read this post, I would like you to sit back and ask your conscience the question- ‘Who you are’. If you are able to come out with an answer that is true to yourself, then I believe You are so far a successful human being.”
Now that you have read this post, I would like you to sit back and ask your conscience the question- ‘Who you are’. If you are able to come out with an answer that is true to yourself, then I believe You are so far a successful human being.”
Monday, July 6, 2009
The silhouette faded sleek and elegant
Against the dark milieu of hidden reality
The figures of the shadow outlined meek
Stripes that formed shapes of knots and loops.
When my eyes are closed, my vision sees
Those lines again, shaping and reforming
Into shapes most unfamiliar
Blending itself to the depth of
A sober tune of a plaintive song
That is flowing in the arena
And thoughts, pale, white and pastel
Took a stroll through my minds avenue.
In the depths of myself a sudden gush of emptiness
Filled in when those shadows started to strangle
And even now against the dark milieu of hidden reality
Fakeness that is hidden under the hands of the
Creepy, pale, fearful, sober reality,
Death…
Against the dark milieu of hidden reality
The figures of the shadow outlined meek
Stripes that formed shapes of knots and loops.
When my eyes are closed, my vision sees
Those lines again, shaping and reforming
Into shapes most unfamiliar
Blending itself to the depth of
A sober tune of a plaintive song
That is flowing in the arena
And thoughts, pale, white and pastel
Took a stroll through my minds avenue.
In the depths of myself a sudden gush of emptiness
Filled in when those shadows started to strangle
And even now against the dark milieu of hidden reality
Fakeness that is hidden under the hands of the
Creepy, pale, fearful, sober reality,
Death…
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Essence of those fruits,
that laden on the flower bed
Rose high above and spread
its wings amidst the air…
The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,
And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.
That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside
Gives me a sensation of a pleasant
Yellowish tinge of happiness.
When in those autumn days,
Those yellowish orange flowers
rained down to earth,
The dryness if the summer filled land
Was blessed with an autumn melody.
The sweetness of a jasmine flower
Spread through the mist
And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,
Played aloud its sober tone
With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,
And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.
that laden on the flower bed
Rose high above and spread
its wings amidst the air…
The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,
And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.
That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside
Gives me a sensation of a pleasant
Yellowish tinge of happiness.
When in those autumn days,
Those yellowish orange flowers
rained down to earth,
The dryness if the summer filled land
Was blessed with an autumn melody.
The sweetness of a jasmine flower
Spread through the mist
And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,
Played aloud its sober tone
With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,
And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The emptiness in the nights
that I went through many
were moments when invisible streaks of the blood
in my heart,
got spilled in the air.
Everytime when my answer was silence,
I wished the silence was decoded.
But, the deeper me was still left locked.
The pain in my heart only welled up even more,
and a tiny prick would burst it anytime.
Even when my heart trickled pain
after it could hold nothing more,
My silence was still left un-understood.
And after the burst,
A stitch in my heat is impossible.
It would bleed...
Bleed till my death.
Its painful taking you away from me.
But, its even more painful stitching my heart...
with your memories, thoughts, past emotions
and
YOU
inside...
that I went through many
were moments when invisible streaks of the blood
in my heart,
got spilled in the air.
Everytime when my answer was silence,
I wished the silence was decoded.
But, the deeper me was still left locked.
The pain in my heart only welled up even more,
and a tiny prick would burst it anytime.
Even when my heart trickled pain
after it could hold nothing more,
My silence was still left un-understood.
And after the burst,
A stitch in my heat is impossible.
It would bleed...
Bleed till my death.
Its painful taking you away from me.
But, its even more painful stitching my heart...
with your memories, thoughts, past emotions
and
YOU
inside...
Friday, March 6, 2009
Lights fell on the soothened glass floor,
Blue shades went glimmering on and off
Along with the notes of the piano playing…
The dim light poised in the dark a seep through reflection
of the drums, the saxo, the guitar and violin…
In the centre of the room,
Sat two souls, embellished in the music,
Breath-tight with emotions
Affront them danced images
Black, red, yellow and often white…
Memories past in front,
Their hands held tight,
A longing to hold on for long
A phase in life, faced
Left explained and understood
Those colors mixed tear and smile
And gave a cocktail emotion of
Departure, distance, challenges and newness
The many happy days of laughter, sorrow, smiles and cries…
A look ahead into life
Emotions beat hard against the way
Life should go,
And they still sat hands held
Eye watered and smiling
As the music blue red, yellow and often white,
Danced the many tunes in front of them…
Blue shades went glimmering on and off
Along with the notes of the piano playing…
The dim light poised in the dark a seep through reflection
of the drums, the saxo, the guitar and violin…
In the centre of the room,
Sat two souls, embellished in the music,
Breath-tight with emotions
Affront them danced images
Black, red, yellow and often white…
Memories past in front,
Their hands held tight,
A longing to hold on for long
A phase in life, faced
Left explained and understood
Those colors mixed tear and smile
And gave a cocktail emotion of
Departure, distance, challenges and newness
The many happy days of laughter, sorrow, smiles and cries…
A look ahead into life
Emotions beat hard against the way
Life should go,
And they still sat hands held
Eye watered and smiling
As the music blue red, yellow and often white,
Danced the many tunes in front of them…
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wow!! Slumdog Millionaire made it! I couldnt help but jump like how Danny Boyle jumped on stage today! ha ha! The Oscar declarations felt like all pastries going into the same tummy!
Now this is a day to be remembered by every Indian- the 23rd of February 2009. Congratulations Slumdog Millionaire....Jai Ho!!
Now this is a day to be remembered by every Indian- the 23rd of February 2009. Congratulations Slumdog Millionaire....Jai Ho!!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
You have white paper in front of you and some thoughts wandering about in your head. How would it feel when u find it difficult to jot them down on to paper?
Hmm..that's something that I went through the past two months before writing 'Void', yet, all my feelings have not come out....
Feeling rather strange..!
All I can see in front of me
are some blank faces with null expressions,
the once cherished feel of
exuberance in love and
the lilac flowers that made a
dancing lawn afront me,
have now rotten up into a
shadowless, colourless feeling
of a frightful emptiness, filling up in me.
The older days of tears and pain,
when the thoughts of those pass through my vein,
A sleek fear of a re-entry crosses my heart again.
Those dainty days when I
was like a chirpy bird, happy, delighted,
have come to a sudden halt.
Redefining myself now, I experience
a state of mind engulfing in me,
making me feel completely emotionless,
completely void...
are some blank faces with null expressions,
the once cherished feel of
exuberance in love and
the lilac flowers that made a
dancing lawn afront me,
have now rotten up into a
shadowless, colourless feeling
of a frightful emptiness, filling up in me.
The older days of tears and pain,
when the thoughts of those pass through my vein,
A sleek fear of a re-entry crosses my heart again.
Those dainty days when I
was like a chirpy bird, happy, delighted,
have come to a sudden halt.
Redefining myself now, I experience
a state of mind engulfing in me,
making me feel completely emotionless,
completely void...
Saturday, January 24, 2009
How does it feel when you watch the first show of a very sought after movie on the first day of its release? Great right? Yes, if you are a movie buff, then you would surely feel the same. Slumdog Millionaire (Slumdog Crorepati in India) was and is in the news air since quite a few days. Having in its pocket ten Oscar nominations, it really created awe in the minds of movie enthusiasts. It was the media that welcomed the movie on the first day of its release in Thiruvananthapuram. Majority of the viewers were from the media including professionals and students.
The movie inspired from the novel Q & A by Vikas Swarup travels through the experiences faced by Jamal, a boy brought up by the slum, now a participant in the program ‘Who will be the Millionaire’, his brother Salim and an orphan girl Latika. The director Danny Boyle was has been able to successfully portray the slum of Mumbai effectively. The cinematography, editing, background music score all need equal appreciation. Music was used with optimum variation in situations that required it.
The film has an equal mix of an entertainer, with strong love, feet tapping songs, and scenes of tension.
We Indians can surely hope for the music score to win an Oscar. Being nominated for it is already an achievement. Like all of you, I am also waiting for February 22nd which now keeps me holding on to hopes for the Indian cinema to achieve better horizons.
The movie inspired from the novel Q & A by Vikas Swarup travels through the experiences faced by Jamal, a boy brought up by the slum, now a participant in the program ‘Who will be the Millionaire’, his brother Salim and an orphan girl Latika. The director Danny Boyle was has been able to successfully portray the slum of Mumbai effectively. The cinematography, editing, background music score all need equal appreciation. Music was used with optimum variation in situations that required it.
The film has an equal mix of an entertainer, with strong love, feet tapping songs, and scenes of tension.
We Indians can surely hope for the music score to win an Oscar. Being nominated for it is already an achievement. Like all of you, I am also waiting for February 22nd which now keeps me holding on to hopes for the Indian cinema to achieve better horizons.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
ONE:
This month was entirely tiresome and thinking about the work and experience, I sometimes re-think as to if it was me who really was busy the entire month. Everything started off with the print media internship. It was all uncertain when a translation assignment was entitled for us. Late, we came to know that it was a silent entrance into the next stage of the internship. In seven days, I got to be the part of the media cell at International Film Festival of Kerala (IFFK). The work was good and got one of the best experiences. The thirteen days at the festival was heck lot of work plus fun. We had to do press releases and by the end of the third day, it was all becoming easy. Got to see some good films too, of which two dominant ones are Kini and Adams (Idrissa Ouedraggo) and My Marlon and Brando (Huseyin Karabey). Another one which struck me was Free Zone(Amos Gitai) for its first scene of a lady crying. The song is still ringing in my ears. The second last day ended with a sweet sour note. The treat at Saahi Darbar was delicious but the girls in the team had to undergo a minor accident. Yes as I said it was minor. But how would you feel when you come to know that the driver was drunk??? And that too when some people at the festival knew he was and they sent us with him? Bad huh! Yeah! That’s exactly how I felt too. That anyway went with the wind though we tried to swirl it up. One more fact that I realized is that professional friends remain for the time being. And this time also I had few ‘time being’ friends. It was a good experience anyhow.
TWO:
I had seen Vaaranam Aayiram, Tamil movie by Gautham Vasudev Menon before joining the internship. I loved this movie. I went to see it again. It has done well at the box office and is still running in theatres here. Though the movie is kind of filled with impractical incidents, the fantasy of making one happy through impracticality has been applied well. Hats off to Harris Jayaraj for the wonderful music; All the songs are staying live in me specially Nenjukul Peidhidum, Mundhinam and Annul Maele.
THREE:
The travel daily up and down is a good experience. Thiruvananthapuram is a normal city and I have always found it normal while I live here. But I seriously miss the place while I am at my native. The journey back from native to the city (which is just 2 hours by bus) is one I enjoy everytime. All the places seen again and again does not make me tired of seeing it again. The closeness I feel with the city when the bus pulls into the bus stand and move to my home makes me chant the words “Oh God…Thiruvananthapuram, the City I love”.
FOUR:
Not having much commitments in life, being born to a wonderful dad and mom I have had the privilege of living a tension free, independent life. Now being a final year student, life is beginning to take serious turns. I have started to think about the future courses and the like. But these tensions get a temporary full stop (.) or a semi colon (;) let’s say, when I get thoughts about the upcoming college tour.
FIVE:
Till last week, the evenings were rainy and cozy, and I used to feel romantic, but today its not all the same. The weather is too hot and not a musical one. so I have no romantic thoughts to be jotted down here. Yes I did think of my love (No people, I haven’t found him yet, but imaginations can be let loose) holding my hand and walking with me. Err..is that too lame to be romantic?
One Saturday evening and these are some thoughts that went through my mind. I am also looking forward my hostel life that’s going to begin on January 1st. Oh yes that reminds me of the New Year. Sometimes I have felt celebrations have started to take a reverse turn. Well Anyway, Happy New Year all !!
I had seen Vaaranam Aayiram, Tamil movie by Gautham Vasudev Menon before joining the internship. I loved this movie. I went to see it again. It has done well at the box office and is still running in theatres here. Though the movie is kind of filled with impractical incidents, the fantasy of making one happy through impracticality has been applied well. Hats off to Harris Jayaraj for the wonderful music; All the songs are staying live in me specially Nenjukul Peidhidum, Mundhinam and Annul Maele.
THREE:
The travel daily up and down is a good experience. Thiruvananthapuram is a normal city and I have always found it normal while I live here. But I seriously miss the place while I am at my native. The journey back from native to the city (which is just 2 hours by bus) is one I enjoy everytime. All the places seen again and again does not make me tired of seeing it again. The closeness I feel with the city when the bus pulls into the bus stand and move to my home makes me chant the words “Oh God…Thiruvananthapuram, the City I love”.
FOUR:
Not having much commitments in life, being born to a wonderful dad and mom I have had the privilege of living a tension free, independent life. Now being a final year student, life is beginning to take serious turns. I have started to think about the future courses and the like. But these tensions get a temporary full stop (.) or a semi colon (;) let’s say, when I get thoughts about the upcoming college tour.
FIVE:
Till last week, the evenings were rainy and cozy, and I used to feel romantic, but today its not all the same. The weather is too hot and not a musical one. so I have no romantic thoughts to be jotted down here. Yes I did think of my love (No people, I haven’t found him yet, but imaginations can be let loose) holding my hand and walking with me. Err..is that too lame to be romantic?
One Saturday evening and these are some thoughts that went through my mind. I am also looking forward my hostel life that’s going to begin on January 1st. Oh yes that reminds me of the New Year. Sometimes I have felt celebrations have started to take a reverse turn. Well Anyway, Happy New Year all !!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
“For all those who faced the 2 terrible days and for those who laid down their lives for the nation… We Love India, let something like this NEVER happen again….” 
Those hands slid through the sharp blades
And cut the veins of the hearts they held
Unexpected the rifles flew through the air
And thronged the bodies of hapless souls
Insecurity and desertness where hours counted
Sixty hours of breathless pain
A feather drop on the side led screams on
And cries that were held suppressed long
Suffocating agonies to tighten the stress
Prayers began to lose hope
And still the rifles thronged in everywhere
When the world outside gasped every second
A state where all emotions, trust and hope
Stood head down out of shame
A scenario where the civilians of the country
Stayed aghast pleading for help
When lives were in the hands of guns and rifles,
and the saviors who laid their life for us
We salute them with Pride!
For the bleeding game between life and death
It was a push from the cliff for the human kind
A fall which the Government could have rescued,
We need a thorough flush out, A Complete Change!
We need a responsible Government that hears the peoples cry.
Those hands slid through the sharp blades
And cut the veins of the hearts they held
Unexpected the rifles flew through the air
And thronged the bodies of hapless souls
Insecurity and desertness where hours counted
Sixty hours of breathless pain
A feather drop on the side led screams on
And cries that were held suppressed long
Suffocating agonies to tighten the stress
Prayers began to lose hope
And still the rifles thronged in everywhere
When the world outside gasped every second
A state where all emotions, trust and hope
Stood head down out of shame
A scenario where the civilians of the country
Stayed aghast pleading for help
When lives were in the hands of guns and rifles,
and the saviors who laid their life for us
We salute them with Pride!
For the bleeding game between life and death
It was a push from the cliff for the human kind
A fall which the Government could have rescued,
We need a thorough flush out, A Complete Change!
We need a responsible Government that hears the peoples cry.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
There was an article regarding the punishment for suicide. I too agree with the view that a suicide attempt should not be penalized or punished. An attempt to suicide is just an instinctive decision of the mind. When one thinks of killing her/him self, it is their own decision. A failed attempt would lead to only depression to the individual and an extra approach to punish the same would only lead to more mental problems.
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