Welcome 2010

The last day of the year, 2009.
The Table calender on my side table says...


"Everything will be okay in the end. If it is not okay, then it is not the end"!!!


This is not the right end for my year, but time waits for who?!. The year is ending today.
Okay okay, let me be positive... The YEAR is STARTING tomorrow.
I wish 2010 should be a positive year and i should enjoy every minutes given by The Almighty. And about resolution, huff! the list will be long enough. The one tops the list is to stop expecting and next in the list are to be positive every minute and to spend maximum of my time alone to know me more... the list continues...
OOPS!!! Am i EXPECTING a change in me?! well, am still in the last day of the year... so i can expect today but not from tomorrow. Yeah, i won't from tomorrow.

so everyone...
Wish u HAPPY NEW YEAR, Enjoy the year... every minute... time waits for none :)

Hey buddies, check out the blog post (Sailor of light) of my friend. u will love it for sure...

http://anujnawrites.wordpress.com/2009/12/30/sailors-of-light/

Faith

He and She entered the church with more faith than ever in their life. They are in love for long time but that was the first time they prayed together in church with more hope, more faith, more love and more fear.
Kneeling, folding the hands and closing the eyes she started to talk to Jesus... "Jesus! Thanks for everything that You did for me, Thanks for carrying my sins and sorry too. Guard me from evil and direct me to happiness...
Bless my parents and elders, ... thus the list of requests started and .. and.. and.. continued...
everyone should be happy and bless them for the same... and continued... my love who is near me, I love him more, bless us to be together all through the life, with more love, more care, more faith and more happiness... Answer his prayers too... Amen".

Kneeling, folding his hands and closing the eyes he started to pray... " Dear Lord! the girl with me, I love her more than my life, Make her wishes come true, answer her prayers... that is all i need... Amen"... He finished his prayer in short and opened his eyes like a new man and started to enjoy the beauty of his girl praying to God, under the beam of sun rays than passed through the aisle windows, that makes scene of God blessing her... He enjoyed seeing her lips whispering the prayer in the yellow hue from the hundreds of candles which glowed the faith of caring and loving hearts.

PS. I never prayed to God with whole the heart. I know my mom pray for me and for everyone. Its always She who caries he in herself, she know what he wants.

And thanks Nisha for the picture from ur photography album :)

Yippee... a black, sexy, sleek...

The 12th day of every november is the start of the new year for me. My 25th birthday, is now a memorable day ever in my life with a bunch of surprises ... i can say, the 12th day of nov 2009 came as the end for my long waiting(s), it answered many of my questions.
The special cake, the special gifts( of course its surprise! too), blessings from families, mobile beeping whole the day with wishes from friends, calls singing wishes ( am sure, this is my first birthday with loads and loads of wishes into my bag), and memorable dinner,...... each and every minutes on this birthday had something new to me. Thanks to everyone who made my day a surprise, sweet, memorable, lovable... etc etc...
I have something to add in the list above... thats Guitar!!!
woww!, i have my very own guitar... a black, sexy, sleek.... i was waiting to hold u for very long time... it happened... and it is not a dream now :)
This is my wish from my schooling days to play a guitar. To feel the strings, to have marks in my fingers, to create my own music and to feel it...
Well, soon u all have to close ur ears. yes! i will be composing my own music... i will remix nenjukul peithidum... lolz...
Am happy about the guitar and i planned to use it well... twoinggg!!

P.S: I don't play guitar as of now. Just started learning...

love,
danny.

Mail memories...

I have a strong bond with post office... i have spent most of my childhood days in the post office in my town... Watching postmen collecting the post from the boxes, people walking with small bags with stamped covers, red walls with patches of sticky gum pastes, posters of many money saving plans on walls, stamping sounds, sound of creeching old fans, Post master with heavy dark framed spectacle, covers and forms all over the cabins... Have watched most of the Indian cricket matches in the tv room there, it is the place where i started loving Ganguly's game, also the reason for my very basic GK - the reading room in the office with dozens of daily newspapers...

Golden days...

I mailed some of my friends to share their idea and moment of their last hand written snail mail (postel letter) to someone...

scroll down for the replies...

from

Preethi -
.....hmm.......well..the last snail mail i wrote was about a decade back!!!

i was trying to keep in touch with a brotherly friend of mine...that time i did not own my computer...he was a very sweet and caring person and i simply couldnt let go off him.....but after 3-4 years of our letters he got relocated and i lost touch with him....i miss him!... :(

Nisha -

well, i gues it was 2 years bck, just before my cousin sister got married, with whom i ws in constant touch through letters.

she had promised me to keep writing to me even after her marriage, but it never happened.

n so it was the last,unfortunately :)

Gowtham -
Hey,
1. the last time i wrote a mail was in 10th grade. I was in a boarding school then no no mobile phones are allowed.... Calling to school land line was worse than sun Music line....
2. The Funny thing is nobody is used to writing letters in my home. No there was no letters initially which made me frustrated because all my room mates will get letters often and we all discuss whats all happening in each others home but i would have no info and no clue whats happening back there. So my plan was to get more letters so i wrote a very Sentimental Mail back home from then on letters came pouring..funny thing even my Maid and neighbors wrote to me....

Vibhu -
The last i wrote a letter was to my father ....well i had a big issue of my handwriting being the worst and my father realized the only possible way to improve it was through continuous practice so i started to write letters since he resided in another country it was long letters which i used to send him .The contents of which consisted mainly just my days life and the exciting times i have had etc etc.
Well this did not help me much ...But once i joined my Architecture course i realized handwriting did have its role.I Improved a lot and i had written a quick one page letter bored in my class to my dad.Well to say he was impressed on the change i had in my writing and of course till date he makes sure it remains the same though the reach of emails and internet in general has become so easy to all of us guess post offices stay dud now days

Viyasakar -

my last letter was to my mother when i was in 2 nd year .the funniest part if the letter is ..to address and from address have the same name ..thts how our school trained us know . still i have the reply letter from my mom for the same .

Angeline -
I guess i wrote a letter to my Grandpa before a decade plus in my school days when my mom scolded me... sweet grandpa still carries that letter in his shirt pocket :)

And finally my experience...
My dad wrote a letter to me before 6 months asking me to apply for job in foreign companies. His long time wish is to see me working in other countries. I have that letter still in my dairy... Letter is one of the best medium between me and my dad since i came far from my family for my studies...

Snail mail always caries a sweet memories, care and love with it like we all experienced above. Every mail will have its own story to tell... Most of it will be treasure in the future...
The fast moving life has changed it into email and sms... Its hard to see the red post box in the town or city now a days... I remember the cards that i posted, greeting relatives and friends in the X-mas and festive times... It all changed to a simple forwarded SMS...

Y don't we greet our close persons with snail mail or greeting cards... at least for their birthdays... It may tell a sweet memorable story in our future!!!

love,
danny.

Bed time story!!!

When the last man on earth was sleeping, at mid night... heard the knock on his door...

Tok...Tok...Tok...!
A young pretty guy, who had been sleeping till then, wakes up from his half sleep... marches forward to the door...

When he opened the door fearing like hell... to his surprise he saw an old open note lying on his door step,!! without signal of anyone around the front yard.....

The note says. "today, you are blessed by me! U will get all that you wish, if u call me". The guys eye waved every nook and corner but found none around. He walked back with thousands of thoughts flashing in his mind... He asks himself, " who that 'me' would be? whom should i call?".

When he was questioning himself, he got a call from an unknown number to his 500 years old mobile which has been kept in showcase for years without charge.....

Tring tring tring.... Tring tring tring....He was not sure if he can attend the call or not. He was in much confused state of mind. His hands started shivering.His face turned blue. He started sweating, his heart beats shot up... they were much heavier and fast than normal. To his surprise, the mobile came flying in air and rested on to his palm.


His hand shivered and he could not read the caller name or number. After half a minute of gazing, he confirmed the caller name. It displayed "past". He was confused than ever. He got no courage to attend the call... The call ended and immediately a message dropped in to his inbox with beep sound, from the same number...He felt like his heartbeats stopped....
.....
....
..



this was a short conversation/story between me and Kamakshi, my sisterly friend through sms... I messaged the very first line above to her on a mid night and she continued it as a story.
The white fonts are sent by me and the other colored fonts by her...
and v dozed off before ending the story.....

y don't u guys try to give an end to this story(!!!) above...


my idea of perfect end to the story above...

He decided to open the message. He searched for his spectacle near the bed and he got it in his left hand... wearing it he opened the message in the inbox...
it reads " Wherever you go, even to the end of the world... whenever it may be, even after millions of full moon... whatever handset u have, with charge or without.......... We will REACH U! Our net work is the best! - PAST is the best".

its ur turn now!

ishana... the sweet heart :)

Again,
am back after a long gap. My new office driven me grrrracy and i didn't get chance to log in to my blog page. But today, to my surprise... the day is idle, no one came down from site for drawings, no calls and there is less movement inside the office. Anyways i get chance to write something after long time.
I can feel many changes in my life in these couple of months and i want to write more from Independence day celebration to the mosquitoes all around me... oops! its been a year since i start blogging, i started it on 2008 independence week... well, am happy i didn't harm anyone with my writing. I mean i didn't invite anyone to read, but they did themselves and so i didnt harm them... :0 :) :]

No... don't curse me pals...

Well, september 4th has become a special day, from today. Yeah, we are blessed with another sweetheart into our family. Today morning, when the sun started showering in bangalore, Anni gave birth to a new soul on earth, a baby girl... Joshna should be feeling great and happy holding the soft hands of her little sister. I feel like flying on sky. Am eager to see her but i can hold her only after a week. Will write more about her after i see her in person.
Also i wanna wish Vikas, my school buddy... he is dad from today. His family is blessed with a boy. happy happy....Happy news from all direction... I would like to hear a happy news from my south too... LOLz...

am in singing mood and time to leave office...

smile, it costs nothing.

I would like to read the comments of my fellow bloggers, followers and visitors for the picture above, before i comment and post the reason behind this post.

What do u feel when u see those sound laugh above...?

do u feel any difference or similarities between those beautiful smile?

Life is beautiful

june 1,
5.30pm,
@ Mr. Joe's flat.

.....
Shakthi: Y? possibly d last outing in our college life, our course ends in a month time, rem?! :(
She: No shak, i have to save this month's pocket money for my bro... wanna gift a guitar for his b'day. He is trying to get one for long time...
Shakthi: But... its k, i dont want to force u, just join with us. u need not to spend, let me tc of tht...
She: Thnks, anyways... wl get permission frm my dad today...
Shakthi: ok dr... am waiting........ so wht else, whts up for the evening?...
She:.....nth........ the gtalk conversation continues between She(mr.Joe's elder daughter) and Shakthi(her college frnd)....


.... "No da machi, lets catch up 4 another movie smeother time, u guys hv fun... I hv to get a mobile pouch for my sis 4 my b'day... i lst her pouch gifted by her frnd, she mite b fling bad. hv 2 sav money 4 her"
He, the younger son of mr.Joe replied to his friend's sms....

..."Dear Jesus, save one and all, thanks for another Good day, forgive our mistakes and guide us. Amen." finishing her prayer Mrs.Joe tell to herself, should ask Joe to take his mom for eye check up this sunday also should reduce my expense this month to balance the budget....

..."Dear Jesus, save one and all, thanks for another Good day, forgive our mistakes and guide us. Amen." finishing her prayer Joe's mom tell to herself.... should ask Joe to plan a trip to Velankanni church. Its been long time since v prayed there. Blessings of Mary will protect the family...

6.15pm.
In metro train.

Mr.Joe... said to his soul, "I need strength, I should hide everything from my family. They may feel bad if they know that i lost my job today because of recession. I should find a job soon, till then i should pretend am working...... Jesus, help me"....

his mobile beeped...
he got a sms from an unknown number...
the msg says....
" Whatever comes in your way, life has to move on.... Life is beautiful :)"

change for life

I dropped a very simple question to my friends on 22nd may...
the simple question is "What change do u want to see in your life when u come out of ur room tomorrow morning?"
sad part was that i got very less reply... so

the question should be very tough to answer...
or no one is vetti like me!!!
or no one thinks about their tomorrow really!!!
anyways those answers i got are really interesting and as follows...

Mani: "hmm i wnt me nd my gf transformed to zoozoos... nd we ve zoo zoo car 4 a ride... :)"

nd the reason is ......"v wd like each of us more in a dffrent mask with a bubbly environment...."

haan... u r really affected by both love and zoozoos... and mani, u can get dating tips from vodafone... will help u for sure...

Anujna: "mmm
I want to see myself, more opened out and less sensitive.
Reason... If I am a better person, with lesser flaws within me, everything else will automatically look wonderful to my perspective! I wont need to change anything else. Right?"
i like her answer... she wants to be the change she expects... cool

Balaji: "Tomorrow morning when i wake up and get out of my room I just wanna find this world full of GREEN and full of NATURE... just like as it wud have been some 1 million years before". ;)"
good thought bajji... but time machine mite help u...

Ishu: "karunanidhi govt. gets dismissed."
r u sleeping still... u need to come out of ur dreams ishu... Wht bajji thought may happen, but this won't...

Sathya: "time clock and calendar should show 2020 ..
reason : wanna see if i got wat i wanted ... if all my wishes r fulfilled ..
if not gud tat it changed to 2020 at one night...
if yes.. enjoy with the rest of my life with my new wishes,,,"
sathya... u need to watch the movie CLICK for sure :)


Arun Tilak: " Another new day!"
u r very practical...

My answer: " I should get a confirming call for my new job...
Reason: am badly in need of a new job since i wanna quit my present job soon :( "
am i that lucky?~~

Anonymous: " i thought of it for long time but i didnt end up with any good answer"
good that u don't have any expectation... u r lucky :)

i don't feel to tell anything with my friends answer...
but wanna tell...

Life is beautiful.......

Mom, the best.

When i was rushing up to my office from the railway station, i saw something that leads me to a deep thought... i saw a girl with her dad and another with her mom rushing to their own destination... Later i got an idea that they are not related and they had nearly 5ft or more between them... but the girls are more or less of same age, should be around 8 yrs old...
I saw the girl with her dad holding him and running to speed...
and with the other girl, her mom was holding the girl's hand and adjusting herself to her daughter's speed...
here, again ... it is proved that Mom is always more caring than Dad. This doesn't mean Dads are not caring but Moms are always "more" caring.
I remember a short story from a magazine, i don't remember the author or year, should be before 5yrs. I would like to give a hint of that story here...
A boy in his primary school got his marks for the monthly exams and he wants to get them signed only by his dad. He know his dad won't sign because his performance is below average but he don't have other chance and so he went to his dad with the marks sheet. Seeing the marks dad started shouting at him and he know his dad won't end up without beating him. When the dad was about to hit the boy mom rushed up and placed a tight slap in boy's face. Tears rolled down from the boy's face and he can't believe his mom beating him. Dad continued shouting and went out to meet someone after signing his marks sheet.
The boy still can't believe his mom's reaction. He came back to his room crying. His mom followed him to his room with juice and confessed that she slapped him for reason and if she didn't slapped him, his dad would have done that but more. And then he realized that he didn't feel the pain when his mom slapped him and also she did that to stop his dad from beating him.
Mom gave the juice saying, " relax, we shall talk about the marks later and you can join tuition for the subject u feel hard... come to the dining for lunch in half an hour..."

The aim of both mom and dad is same, they want their son to study well for better future... but their reactions are different... Mom's is caring love and Dad's is violent love... both ends up in love... but mom is one step forward... always...

Karthik

this story is long but don't miss it plz...

The clock ticked 10pm when the mangalore express started from the egmore station. We were in joy of attending Godi-ophy marriage next day.
We includes me, gowtham, nasher, iman and aslam(my friends cum roommates).
When we felt there is no movement inside the coach and everyone are settled, we quickly finished our supper and the train reaches tambaram station by 10.35pm.
We settled in the individual berth we liked when the train crossed tambaram. I jumped up to the upper berth near the door, since light can reach me easily and it will help me for reading. We didn't talk much among us since we were busy with our own work. Nasher and Aslam were busy on call, Gowtham and Iman tried to catch up with sleep... and i was enjoying music...
Other 3 in our cabin were a boy of age around 10 and his parents...
In another 15min every lights in the coach were off except the lights in service area. I felt black and white effect with white light on my left and black cabins on my right.
I stopped the music for a while to hear the rythemic sound of the train... wow... i enjoy this sound always ... always with the rythemic shake of train that makes one to dance for the sound of train... in fact i enjoy this daily in local train, but this was different, no noise of public and its late night, cool breeze... i enjoyed the feel and i remember the lines from New radicals' someday we'll know...
"if i could ask God just one question...
y rn't u here with me, tonight..."

I tried to sleep but in couldn't and i started reading... thanks to lights in service area...
i didn't feel like reading after a while and so i took out my scribble pad to scribble something...
i checked my watch for time... it showed 11.20pm... i started scribbling.........

am not sure when did i sleep, voice of a tea boy woke me up... adjusting my spex, i checked the time, it showed few minutes passed mid night...
i moved the scribble pad with pen to the corner and came back to the position to sleep looking the door,
the train started moving... i didn't feel like knowing the station since i knew the train will reach my destination only after 4.30am.
i enjoyed the rythemic sound and dance of the train with my eyes staring at the door...

to my shock a boy of around 16yrs old jumped into the train... i raised my head with shock and gave a strange look at him... he was panting and sweating, he might be running to catch the train...
he saw me after a quick check in the lower half of the dark coach, he felt uncomfortable looking at me and his face showed his fear...
i started at him for a while... felt like asking what made him to take risk to jump into the moving train?
but he was panting... his face changed like he need help...
he checked the dark coach again, everyone were sleeping...
he showed his finger for water! i stretched the water bottle to him... he readily accepted and consumed half the bottle,
he thanked me stretching back the bottle, i sighed... he smiled...
i felt strange to see a young boy jumping into the coach without bag and panting, sweating also not getting into the cabin if his berth is reserved...
i guessed he don't have ticket... but he looked young and i thought i can pass sometime with him...
i jumped down to talk to him, also thinking i can help him if he need any...
i went near him, he moved to the corner near the door... he might be uncomfortable!
what's your berth number?, i will help you to find it out! i told him, later i felt why the damn should i ask him this when am not the TTR...
no sound from him in reply...
don't u have your ticket? i asked him...
rubbing out his sweat with his hand he said he forgot to bring...
really? i bugged him again...
i didn't reserve one really, he replied
don't u know this is punishable to travel without ticket? i told him searching for the notice board that explains about the fine amount.
he didn't reply and he peeped into the coach to check if someone is watching us...
i looked back and found everyone were sleeping...
why did u jump into the train? i bugged him again and again...
tears started rolling down his cheek...
i felt sorry about my attitude, also am not the right person to ask him the ticket.
I didn't know what to do...
don't cry, don't cry... i tried stop him crying.
he sighed and showed his finger for water, i gave him the water and he emptied the bottle...
no sound for sometime... i left him alone to relax and i searched my mobile to check if i got any sms...
no sms or buzz... i moved back to him...
i thought i should be more friendly to him, since no men make mistakes wantedly and he is young, also he may have good reason to travel without ticket.
i went to him and spoke friendly than before...
the overall hints from our conversation are...
his name is karthik,
he just got the results for his 12th exams and to his shock he is failed in a subject. He used to get good marks in his school and he really can't figure how he failed. His parents were broken badly than him. So he ran out from his home with an idea to get back to his home only after getting a degree in medicine.
Sad to hear these, I tried to console him...
this is not end of the road, this is just a speed breaker! i told him...
when we were talking, suddenly we felt the light from the other end of the coach..
oops TTR!!!
i want to hide this guy from TTR... and how???
i took him inside the cabin and asked him to hide below the lower berth, i moved all the bags outside...
he thanked hidding himself under the lower berth... i moved the bags again to hide him... i jumped up to the upper berth quickly...
thank god, no one saw us...

I raised my head to check the TTR... he was nearing to the next cabin...
i closed my eyes pretending to sleep...
after few minutes i felt like he was nearing our cabin and nearing me...
he started shaking my shoulder...
He sounded strange... Get up! Get up!...

his voice faded...
but i heard it again...
Get up! Get up! but it was Gowtham and not TTR...
Get up... we are nearing to Trichy, he said...
oops, is that a dream?!?! i questioned myself rubbing my eyes...
something flashed in my head and i jumped down to check Karthik under the lower berth...
he was not there... but the bags were not at place where we stuffed them before dinner below lower berth...
something inside my head told me to check the water bottle...
i did, quickly... but it was empty!!!
how?... so it was not dream... he was here, but he left without informing me...
and the train reached trichy...
i felt bad...
we took all our bags and stepped out of the train... i searched on either side of the platform to check if i can see karthik by chance...
but no... i didn't see him...
i walked to the main bus terminal near to catch the bus to manaparai.
We had coffee, grabbed couple of newspapers and got into the bus...
bus moved out of bus terminal exactly at 5.30am.
I started to check the results of IPL match. oops! KKR lost the match again... bad bad bad...
i flipped the newspaper from back...
i frozen when i flipped to 3rd page... shocked and i felt someone is tightening my neck...
i widen my eyes to get the clear view... ya... i saw the picture of karthik and the news said he commited suicide!!!
My head started spinning... is that him!!! i started to read the news...
the news said...
his name is karthik, he commited suicide the previous day night jumping from the moving mangalore express train(the one which i travelled yesterday) after knowing he failed in his 12th exams, but actually it was an error in printing the results. Later the authority confirmed he got school second rank.

My heart stopped. I felt like someone nailed my head...
if he commited sucide the previous day then who travelled with me yesterday night? Whom did i helped to hide? Who emptied my water bottle?
so many questions flowed out of my head... without answers...

and

the papers of my scribble pad that i forgot to take from the train started moving to the rythmic move of the train...
the last page showed...
"he thanked hidding himself under the lower berth... i moved the bags again to hide him... i jumped up to the upper berth quickly...
thank god, no one saw us... "

P.S. I dedicate this to my friend Karthik, who committed(reported as!) suicide before our 12th results, fearing of failure(again, reported as!). We missed the chance to wish you for getting School Second Rank... we missing u...

and so i named this post Karthik.

oru chinna Love story

Its almost quarter passed 9 in the morning when i reached station. I searched for my friend but i didn't see him there, we planned to meet in the station by 9am. I buzzed him to his mobile but no response, he might be driving.
Huff... i felt happy... i reached before him!
I didn't find any seating in the lobby though its one of the major station in the city. I moved towards the less crowded corner of the lobby, stuffing back the book i was reading,in to the bag. I reached the water bottle in my bag and sipping the water, i glanced the lobby to find some interesting scene to entertain myself till my friend reach.
Bad luck, all i saw was the crowd rushing to take tickets, broken windows, dusted cream colored wall with notice papers all around, spitted corners...
i checked my mobile and i see no sms...
boring boring... I felt i can pass time talking to Yogi, i buzzed her, no response and then i remember, she never get up before 10am on holidays and its only 9.20am.
When i was cursing myself coming early before my friend and i could have finished my breakfast before i leave my home.
I relaxed myself with the support of wall.

and

I felt a bright light passing on my left, something urged me to see the side...
my head turned to the left without my command rushing i should not miss the scene.
OMG, it is not a light or something else that i sensed but a beautiful girl. I saw a small gang surrounding her, may be her family or friends but i said to myself,
Why should i mind?...
I last in her... she is beautiful.
how will one explain a beautiful girl?
okay... i can tell she looks like a Barbie or an Angel( though i haven't seen any Angel before). no no! she is beautiful like Joshna, my niece and a well known example for a beauty.
oops! i thought Joshna is the one and only beauty until now. But there is another girl on earth.
she looks active though not naughty.
She didn't notice me, but i did saw her continuously and i don't remember if i closed my eye lids... now, I believed in Love at first sight...
I prayed! Oh God, prove me your presence once again. Make her to talk to me.
How silly i am, I can talk to her myself if am really interested in her. Y should i blame God. Let Him take care of someone else life by the time.
And something attracted me towards her. she was in my favorite color, her hair was dark, long unlike other girls of her age and Christ her smile is cho cute.
i cleaned my spex to clear my vision to confirm if she get dimples when smiling...
I totally lost in her! She looked cute, beautiful, innocent, divine, pure and what else will i tell to explain her.
I prayed again. God, make her to talk to me ... please... I believe U r here somewhere in the crowd.
I heard Leo coffee Ads music... oops! my mobile tone... call from my friend.
He reached me finally after confirming the place am waiting.
He started explaing the problems he faced until he reached here. But who cared... i lost myself in her...
I don't know if he sensed what am doing, he raised his voice and am back to him.
he said, Lets go, we are late already!
What? we? it was he who came late!!! but i don't feel like telling this... of course, i lost in her already...
and then to my surprise, i felt i was landed in dreamland...
my friend took me to the girl and the gang :)
Did God heard me?!
well, he started introducing me to everyone...
again!!! who care... introduce the girl first u dumbo,
Shakthi... Her name is Shakthi... to my surprise, thats my fav name for long time. Now i looked into her eyes when he introduced her.
I gave a naughty smile, but she never minded. When everyone getting along with my friend, i tried my luck with Shakthi. I smiled at her again, she never minded but i didn't give up.
i showed some funny expressions, she might have felt irritating and she turned her face to the other side. I felt bad of myself and i felt stupid too. I cursed myself and i turned to my friend.
Again, he said "we are late!" but this time to the gang...
We excused from them and moved towards the exit of the station.
I turned back to see Shakthi, if she wanted to say bye!
"Stupid! remember she didn't even smiled at you and how can you except her to say bye", someone inside me sounded hard...
But to my surprise, she signaled me bye!
I pinched myself to confirm that am not dreaming...and i showed my hand in return with a smile :)
and now i cursed my friend for reaching early! or i might have got more time to see her...

Days rolled on as usual...

and when i crossed that station daily, i prayed God to show her again forgetting that i saw her on a holiday. I bought a small teddy bear and couple of chocos for her, hoping she will accept them when i meet her again.

Goodness!!!
And it happened, after 4 plus weeks...
I saw her again at the same station, this time alone with her mom.
This time on an another holiday and i was alone... so i rushed myself to them...
i greeted them, her mom greeted me back and Shakthi, the cute girl gave me a cute smile :)
she was more beautiful than before. She looked more naughty.
When i gave her a funny smile she moved behind her mom. I really don't have any idea to talk to them, but i felt i want to talk to the girl.
The conversation between me and her mom started in general... But my eyes starred at the girl, who gave her cute smile at times. I hope she too liked me. Thank to God again, He proved He is near me. When she smiled at me this time, i noticed something...
oops! her mom diverted me with her question and i really don't remember the question.
Finally i asked her mom to know how often they come here to the station., thinking i could catch Shakthi back when they come here again,
But ... She said they are here in the city for a summer vacation and they will be leaving to their town in a week time, since Shakthi's 2nd standard class is starting in couple of weeks.
I felt sad, very sad... I told myself that i will miss her... i greeted Shakthi to study well.
I gave her the Teddy bear and chocos, this time she came to me with bright smile and i noticed it again...
oops! again, her mom diverted asking her to thank me.
She thanked me with a kiss. I said "i love u" with a kiss on her forehead (she really have a dark long hair like my niece)...
Am late already. I greeted her mom and Shakthi.
This time when i turned towards them after 4 steps, she said bye with joy and love, She sounds loud...

Broken voice inside me said bye... hoping to meet her again, soon, somehow!


P.S. I started with something and ended up here. I never planned for this but i planned to finish it in 15 lines, i really couldn't. Don't take it as story, since it is not formatted as story. It is just a bla bla bla... i didn't even check the proof, i just want this to be a first feel outcome, i don't want second thoughts.
I will update a small concept behind this post soon in this space.

why do we live...

Its been long time since i flipped through any books. Now a days, I am interested in reading blogs than books. Am happy that i can get more links from Bloggers community in orkut :)
I like reading blogs coz, blogs are short, interesting, funny, stupid, philosophical, soul touching etc... and need not to stick for long time like books. If its boring, u can just pass to next topic and also u can comment on the topic anytime and play bulling him/her :) also to comment one need not to be a genius sometimes.
I started reading with Chinmayee's blog WHATTONAMEIT a year before, passed through many and now am moving with few of my favorites blogs by Sathyanarain, Anuja, Raji, Shantanu and talk of cricket - FAKE IPL PLAYER. So now am not carrying any book to read in train daily, my bags are free from stuffs... i just enjoy music...

Ophylia scraped me "what does living life tothe fullest mean according to you.. why do we live... "

i really don't have the answer, but somehow i pretended and managed to tell her (oops she deleted my reply scrap, no probz),
" it differs according to the people... What made Beethoven's life the fullest? What made the priests and sisters life the fullest? what made Bhagat Singh's life the fullest?... really it differs from people. Music, Love for God, Patriotism, Sports, Nature, science etc anything may make one's life the fullest until they have the real love for it and they live for it."
My answer was a kind of escapisim,
i will feel happy if u people reply for her question :)
"what does living life tothe fullest mean according to you.. why do we live... "

Lacking but Gifted.

Today, I got an opportunity to read for visually challenged students. I felt happy to see many volunteers who came to help them. Our role is to read or write the subjects for the students. I am new there today but i heard its happening for years and on every Sunday. If you like to help them just contact
Padma Seshadri Bala Bhavan School‎
5th Cross Street, Nungambakkam, Chennai.
Well, i just want to talk about my experience there. It was an awesome feel, not only from helping them but also learning a lot from them. Yes, i did go there to read for them, but it was me who learnt the different perspectives of life from them. They never feel that they are visually challenged but they just challenge their visual perception, also they don't feel it us a burden. They just don't have vision, they just lack in a gift by The Almighty, but they are gifted with concentration, confidence, memory, talent, hope and many more good qualities. One of my friend said that they don't have an option of distraction. Yes, when i read ,my eyes go around 360' often - distraction for me, but they just concentrate and hear to what i read. They an advantage out of their problem. I feel there is always an advantage hiding in the problems we do face, we need to search for it to survive.
also,
Shankar.K, the guy who gave me an opportunity to help him shared his feel with me. He can't see from birth, and his brother too. His younger brother is mentally challenged. The reason behind was that their parents are blood relatives. We do know the marriage between two close blood relatives is not advisable scientifically/medically. Their kids will face problem like Shankar and his siblings. So please do advice ur neighbors or relatives or friends, if they plan for this kinda marriage unknowingly. Friends, please do post ur comments and links about the problem Shankar is facing, if u know. It would be helpful to know more about the problem in marriage between two close blood relatives.
love,
danny.

Hell...pless

I was in a place which is totally new to me. Everyone in the place were new to me and their language too. I felt strange but i was happy to see them active. I was in a commercial space, i hope i was shopping. When i came out of showroom, i saw my bag was taken by a stranger from the baggage counter. I chased him shouting but no one seems to hear me. I followed him and he took a quick right turn when we crossed approximately 100ft. When i turned to right chasing him, i found 5 men of different age and different looks including the one who took my bag. The elder man in 5 stood straight to me with my bag and the other 4 at my sides - 2 on each side. I went straight to the man who had my bag but he pushed me and i was caught by 2 men and the other 2 started laughing. I tried to release myself from them, but they hold me tight. I started shouting for help, but i realized that no one heard me, even me, mouth was closed like Keanu Reeves in Matrix 1 and so i tried to release from them with my full strength but then i realized my hands and legs were not moving and locked. I tried, tried and tried to my extend to move back to reach the road behind which was busy with people and again i realized no one paid attention to this scene. I just want to fight and escape with my bag, but I was HELPLESS. I tried a lot but in vain. Then there opened a door of a Church somewhere near to me with bright light... i heard a voice saying," bus will wait for 15min and ... " oops! i was dreaming... and am safe!!! Bus conductor saved me.
I got these kind of dreams often when the place is uncomfortable to sleep. I remember i was chased by snakes and ghost often, though i ran far from them i will be in the same place without movement. I came to know that most of my friends got the same kind of dreams. Why do we get these dreams and what does these tell us?!
Am not Daniel, the Prophet to answer the dreams. Let me know if someone know about these kind of dreams.
Recently i saw this scene in the movie Yavarum Nalam, when Madhavan tried to chase the murderer/ghost to save his family, he will land in the same floor(2nd floor) though he was trying to reach the next floor. I had the same feel in my dreams too... HELPLESS....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams

love,
danny.

m u s i c & m y l i f e ...

some one asked me y do u relate music and your life!! i understood that he pointed out my tag line - "music is my life". I replied him... i hear music in my heartbeats and i can't live if it stops beating...

m u s i c m y l i f e ...

love,
danny.

U can save a LIFE!!!

Hey all,
Me and my friends from Aazraya have a plan of creating a data base for Blood donation.
We would like to collect details of kind hearted, who wish to donate their blood when others are in need and we will share the details to maximum hospitals. The hospitals can contact u when a life is in need of help and if u are the right person who can save.
If u r interested to donate your blood to save a life, please mail me the details with your name, blood group, date of birth/age, last date of donation, height and weight, contact no. andnd email id. We planned to finalise the donars list before the end of this month(april, 2009), so please do send ur information as soon as possible . If u r interested and if u dont know ur blood group, just mail me that u r interested and mail me the blood group as soon as possible when u find ur blood group.
Mail me @ a.mariadaniel@gmail.com
thanks for ur help in advance.
love,
danny.

The MOON and the Game

The summer is yet to reach the mid of the season, but the temperature has already reached the peak. This is the time when the Air Conditioner and fan spend maximum time with us than our parents or partner or friends. With loads of hope that I can feel night breeze, I stepped up to my terrace to spend few minutes without the help of fan, but in vain. When I felt it as natural and I need to accept it, the scenes in the sky paused me. The half moon was surrounded by millions of stars. The scene was beautiful and I am not sure why did I feel it as beautiful that night. In fact this is not a rare happening, it happens everyday!!! The truth is I missed it all these days because of the tall buildings, Edison’s artificial lights, internet, mobile phones, books etc. I asked myself, when did I feel the moon finally, the answer is on feb 7th 09, when I was to beach. I felt strange. What made a long gap of 2 months between me and the moon? The moon has played a special role in everyone of our life with or without our sense. All our dinner started with the mom showing the moon when we were kids, all our K.G started with the rhymes about moon, all our high school science started with the info about the moon, all our first poem started expressing the beauty of moon, all our first crush resembles the beauty of moon and all of us wanted to land before our life would end!!! I decided to spend few minutes with nature everyday from then. I don’t want to miss it anymore.

I started enjoying the scene. Oh yeah, those glowing group of stars are my family, star towards north is Gowtham, here comes the couple stars Jugs and Ishu, those invisible stars are Ophy and Godi, hmm that fat white star is Anand, oh there is Mani twinkling his eyes, that chota star is Nisy, the other smiling star is yogi, the other star far alone is Balaji moving nearer, hmmm there is a group of stars from my college, the stars on other side is from my school, haan, here is my other friends, Aazraya and many more left to add with the beautiful Moon at centre which is the LOVE. Wow!!! Am lucky and this game is interesting too …

Is it The Future?

I always plan, earn, do, live for the better future. No, no, not only me, i guess everyone. So we always plan/earn/study/dream/do/live etc for our better future. So how does it mean we live the present? I have a strange feel that am trapped by the future. Does present exist or doesn't!?!?

Which is beautiful?

I do like chennai more than before. If i have to justify it, i will add the travel in local trains for sure with other good points which made me to be here. I use the local trains to travel between my home and office, which should be the favorite for chennai people. Local trains made the travel easy, fast, need not to taste the traffic jam and at times trains are regular too. And i will add it is a mode where i can see many happenings, many new faces, friends etc. Yeah, u can see love, hatred, happiness, pain, tired, innocent and many more.

In a fine evening travel, yeah it was a weekend evening and so the evening was fine to me, the train coach was not crowded and there was a family (mom, dad, their daughter and son, kids must be twins at their age of 5 hopefully) travelling with few other people and me. People who were near tried to attract the kids attention showing different unknown reactions or asking them their names etc, the usual questions. The best picture was the Mom making/pleasing/kenjifying her kids to eat the biscuits she holding. Like any other mom in the world she was also trying to make them eat showing unknown/invisble birds, animals or pointing out some interesting happenings around them. I felt these scene as beautiful scene ever. But the picture which followed the above was more catchy. Yeah, the mom murmured something to the kids and hearing to that, both kids kissed their mom falling to her. WOW!!!, i told myself, which is the beautiful scene ever!!! mom feeding her kids are the kids kissing the mom in returns? Both are not unusual scenes in world, u can see these anywhere in the world but those are special and beautiful everywhere and everyday.

AAZRAYA

Aazraya with physically challenged and orphans...

A Day with Aazraya.

hey all...
am back with bla bla s after long time. Many scenes happened - good and bad, from AR Rahman's oscar to 26/11 terrorist attack. Days never stop rolling. I hope i will continue posting...
well, here it is...
22nd march, 2009 - one of the memorable day in my life. I went to an "old age home" - AKSHAYA TRUST, with AAZRAYA Group.I really had a good time with thaathas and paaties there, though everyone there had their own sad story which made them to be there, our aim is to hear them and to make their day happy and best. Yeah, AAZRAYA made their day happy, the day was fun with more happenings like dancing, singing, games, chit chat, mocking, stories etc and we had lunch with them. I felt really different, good and great. Though this was my first visit with Aazraya, i felt i was with my college friends, they were so active and friendly. The day introduced another gang of buddies for me.
well and if u feel to help poor, orphans, old people and anyone who is in need just contact AAZRAYA, they will show u the way. Aazraya is a registered NGO, with group of college students and very few working members with loads of energies to help the people in need, u can contact Mr. Vinod, the chairman of the group.
Call him at 9884124248 or mail him to aazrayacharitabletrust@gmail.com.