Y DO I DO THIS!!!

இரயில் பயணம்

2010-08-06T15:10:00.007+05:30

காலங்கள் முன் செல்ல

நினைவுகள் பின் சென்றன

இரயில் பயணம்!!!

காணாமல் போன கண்ணையாவும்

வேலை வாய்ப்பு கொடுக்கும் விளம்பரமும்

ஊதியம் உயர்வு கேக்கும் போராட்டமும்

விளம்பரம் செய்யாதே எச்சரிக்கையும்

மறைக்கத்தான் செய்கின்றன!

அவன் அவளுக்கு எழுதிய கவிதைகளை!

இரயிலின் ஓசையை தாண்டி

கை பேசியில் இசையை தாண்டி

கூட்டதின் கூச்சலை தாண்டி

பல முகங்களை தாண்டி

சில மொழிகளையும் தாண்டி

பேசிக்கொண்டன இருவரின் கண்கள்

மௌனமாய்!

மஞ்சலும் பச்சையும் சிவப்புமாய் இருந்து
இரயிலும் மாரியது
விளம்பரச் சுவராய்!
தன் ஆழகை மறைத்து

நல்லவனையும் கெட்டவனையும்
பணக்காரனையும் பரதேசியையும்
ஆழகாணவனையும் அவலமானவனையும்
கண் இல்லாதவனையும் கண்ணாடி அணிந்தவணையும்
உன்னையும் என்னையும்
அரவணைத்துதான் செல்கிறது இரயில்
பாராபட்சம் இன்றி!

கவிதையாக எழுதவில்லை
மனதில் தோன்றியது மட்டுமே

P.S.: Do point out the mistakes.

Beach, ma friend...

2010-04-03T08:55:00.001+05:30

Someone shook me hard to wake me up. After 3 days of NASA celebrations, a day long travel in train and late night movie i was really tired and pained. My body ached and eye lids irritated to open. But the gasping, fearing voice of friend forced me to wake up. When i open my eyes rubbing them, i saw him waking other two friends. The place we stayed was rented by friend of my friend. We planned to stay there just for that night.
He never cared that we are not in senses, but he continued with his fearing voice, telling Tremor hits the place and water from the sea entered the slum near. He pointed on few books fallen from the racks and speakers near. I took time to get back my sense but others were all ready direct from the bed to visit the slum and sea... I joined them.
When we stepped out into the street, i saw people rushing back from the sea side. The slum was not far, just few ten meters away from the place we stayed. We ran through the narrow street but the people were running back towards us. We crossed all double floor hard building to reach the thatched huts. When we reached the slum in couple of minutes i saw people packing their things, heard sounds of pain, defeat, fear... Fear struck me too... we proceeded further and reached the place where i could not trace it as slum or sea shore. Tsunami had washed out whole the beach and part of slums. I saw the human soul crying, the pain, the death, the loss. Whenever i hear about tsunami i hear the voice of a middle aged woman crying for her husband and kid. The horrible scene i ever seen. No human on beach/sea shore except one police constable with his lathi. The beach was flat, wet without any human prints!
People started shouting, praying louder and few started to run for life... the waves raised again to the height of a tall man. I started to run with them, shouting my friend's names, with fear. Every face had the trace of panic and tears.

But who on earth hate water...beaches?!
Chennai beaches are close to me... close like a good friend, as i told in my old post.
Though chennai has many possiblities to show it as unique city, only Beaches add beauty to it. The sound waves, soft breeze, hot bajjies. I can't miss pointing on the long roads lighted, those old historical buildings,monuments, colleges along the beach road...
I have been to beaches many times, at times alone, sometimes with friends. Except the tsunami day, all other days were best, i leave back as a new soul.
Recently i saw people celebrating chennai sangamam in the same beach where i ran for my life with others. They enjoyed their culture in the beach, they were singing, dancing, playing music, eating together, greeting each other, chit chatting as a gang with friends and family. I joined them! yeah, i forgot the tsunami day like others.
I have friends who feel unfotunate for not getting chance to live in a chennai, in city with beaches. True, am lucky, lucky to spend days of my life in beaches.
As i said in my old post, for me beaches are vast beautiful ventilator. Two places on earth i like to spend time alone, just looking at the happenings around. First come church and the second is beach. Both gives me peace. I dont pray, i dont speak, i dont sleep. I will just be myself there. I share lot of my worries and smiles with it without any words. I remember a day... i was alone to the Elliot beach under hot sun, some time around noon. Except few rickshaws which will be a bajji shops in the evening, few white clothes tied to bamboos for ballon shoot, i saw none around me. I felt i was out of earth into the water world... i vented out my worries. Thats the day i discovered a friend, called Beach.

The days i went alone, the days i played with my friends, the day i went with my parents, with aazraya, chennai sangamam... lot more memorable days there... except tsunami day :)

God created the world in seven days. After lighting the world on first day, He separated the Water and Land on second day! now water covers 70% of the earth.

To know about the more about the Chennai beaches, click here.

22nd March

2010-03-22T12:42:00.004+05:30

Its been a year exactly after i joined with Aazraya in helping the needy.
March 22, 2009... The day i joined with them.
Sometimes, the long journey you start with will be boring, the fellow passengers may not know your language, the book you reading may bore u, the buildings and trees that passes your window will look monotonous.
How would you feel when an interesting (can be beautiful too!!!) passenger enters the train and sit in your adjacent seat?... Won't your journey be refreshed and get back the tempo!?
I felt the same from the date i mentioned above. My days were getting bored after couple of my close friends marriage... i was looking to refresh and i found Aazraya, The NGO to help the needy.
From then, most of my sundays ended with fun, friends, smile, kids in orphanage and lot more interesting happenings... Though i couldn't concentrate with them in later months of the year, i enjoyed their support.
The first day with Aazraya in Akshaya old age home, The days in new life trust, The day we had Mr. Sharath Babu for the inaugration of Kalvi Kan @ New life, The day i saw Dr. Abdul Kalam, the ex President of India, Dewali celebrations with orphanage kids, human chain at marina beach supporting UN Climate Change Conference held in Copenhagen and the fun after human chain, the anniversary celebration and etc... Lot happened and memorable days...
Thanks to all the members and friends who made the year sweet and cherisable.
It is normal to get admired by something of the train friend. May be the particular character or anything like so...
Even am admired by a character(literally u can call it as character) from Aazraya and i decided to carry it with me all through my life. I feel it as treasure and best gift.
You know what!

and in my dream... again...

2010-03-17T23:50:00.002+05:30

I had a dream, the dream full of dreams…

Those dreams packed with past and wrapped with future,

So soft as ur hand, so warm as your heart…

Colored like rainbow, that smelled like lavender!

I traveled back to my past, to reach the start...

It started from the end and I grew too young!

I slept until noon, catching up more toons...

My pen changed to bat... my mouse vanished to ball...

I had nothing to worry, also nothing to hurry!

I just had no aim and just played game...

No date for submission and had no mission!

No boss, no job, no target, no tax, no slavery...

I ran along the green field, i smelt the cricket field!

I climbed to the little mount, i saw the heavenly ground...

The warmth of the water in the pond,

Those quick snaps clicked by clouds and

the smell of rain before every fever!

The primary school crush and secondary school love :P

Though i lost, many supports never lost...

The hands held me then, to make me win!

No architecture and no plan, the future plan!

Now, everything behind me,,,

just memories with me,

I closed my eyes to deep sleep...

Again, those dreams flied out in my dreams...

until my alarm hit my sleep...

Am growing old!

Few lines those ran into my thoughts when i was heading back home from office in train…And i didn’t try this as a poem too…
just few lines…

Again, thanks Nisha for the picture.

Then and now ...

2010-03-07T00:28:00.001+05:30

One fine day!
when Shah Jahan was in deep thought to build Taj Mahal for his Wife Mumtaz…

Strong, well build, good hearted Selvan entered the Gateway of Madurai, the capital city of Pandiyan dynasty with more hope of winning his first trade in his life.

Another fine day!
When Indians were busy voting for Taj mahal in internet to hold its position in World wonder…

Karthick reached Chennai Egmore railway station with great hope of winning his life. He got placed in well known software office at OMR in Chennai. His mannerism resembled the young hero in the latest hit flick of the city.

After a weak time! Selvan was doing good in his business and he wanted a break for a day to relax from his business. He went to a watch a stage drama, all about Ramayana which is very rare to see in his village. And there he fell in love with Seetha, who was named Malar out of the theatre… her real name. As like her name says, she can be compared to all beautiful, fresh, soft and pure flowers.

Karthick did well in his job. All because of his dedication and hard work he moved close with his higher authorities of the department. And he got chance to hit the party thrown by the client of his company where he met the girl Shakthi, the fair, beautiful, average height, smiley girl and he fall in love with her at first sight. He didn’t miss to see her dimple when she smiled, which added extra beauty to her.

Selvan became the regular visitor to the show. No matter how many times he watched the show, anyways who will feel bored to watch his love! … slowly, he got a place in Malar’s heart. she too fall in love with Selvan. He proposed her by the unknown words from his eyes and she readily accepted him. They shared many words from eyes, all the days, everyday! Everything was smooth and fine and all smiles…until…

Karthick found her details in office data… soon he became her bus friend, they started traveling together in the company bus when they worked in same shift. They both liked each other and Karthick was already in love with her. They became friends in mail, all social networks, of course… they shared their mobile numbers. They were busy chatting either in internet or in mobile. They knew each other well now… and then it happened!

Selvan and Malar met for the first time… but to depart. Selvan promised her with tears in his eyes, that he will settle soon in his business and marry her in next winter, almost a year later. Malar, with hope and sad heart send him to his village and promised him to wait till he returns… days rolled on.. on and on… she waited all day in her door step and Selvan worked to achieve his aim… yes! they both carried love in their heart.

Now, Karthick knew Shakthi well and more and his parent too. He don’t want to wait anymore, he wanted to propose her. One finest day! Karthick proposed Shakthi by texting to her mobile. Shakthi, as if waiting for long time for this to happen, with great joy and smile, she readily accepted him. She was also happy that her parents had already replied in her favor.

After achieving his aim, Selvan married Malar with the blessings of their parents, in the next winter as he promised. They lived like they are the happiest and loving couple on earth. Happily lived ever after!

Karthick and Shakthi married soon in an year time after Karthick became a team leader. They lived like they are the happiest and loving couple on earth. Happily lived ever after!

Thanks to technology
Now, love is easy to reach!

Thanks to Nisha for her pictures.

once upon a time

2010-03-01T21:43:00.000+05:30

Somewhere around the late 1990s. The settlement located quite far from the town. Not far when u drive on your machines on the wheel. There were few houses in concrete and bricks, very few and not old too. Not close to each other either. They had two characters in common. one, every house had neem trees at the entrance, which gave enough shade and chillness and the second, they were calm and deserted. The place was hot, really hot during summer and all because of the sun, the permanent member in the settlement. Equally the rain showed it fondness towards the people. Not always, but it filled the ground whenever it showered. The soil was red, red soil and all the foots carried the red dust to home and sometimes the dress of the kids too strained with it.
There were not much population. How much population do you expect from the settlement of 7 or 8 houses?! very few... but there were enough open spaces... they can be called open grounds, thats how the kids call them... Ground! After every rain, they saw clear rainbow, till it touches the ground somewhere far. Sometimes the people can see the hill clearly when the early sun hits the hill. Won't you feel surprised to see a hill clearly, which is 30kms far from your doorstep? The ground will carry green grass and plants, unknown plants after every rain. They increased the aesthetic look of the surroundings. And they enjoyed the wind and breeze traveling through the open spaces into their home through small windows.
Earlier i told that the place was calm, but it was not always... Not every evening and weekends. There were enough kids in the settlement to make ground active. Not all are kids! few in their primary classes and few from the higher classes. Tall and dark, short and sweet, fair and sensitive, the active girl, the brilliant, fast, lazy etc etc. They had everything among them. They were a group of nearly ten, from different places and religions and lifestyle. But they had something in common... Nothing but Cricket. Cricket is the common religion of India and for them too. They were fans of Azarudhin, the captain then.., Sachin, all time blaster,.. Sourav, the young hitter and don't wonder... there were fans of Afridi, Michael beven, Brett lee, Warne, Lara and many more foreign players too.
They spent almost all the evenings and weekends in ground. The grounds of different sizes. The small, in which telephone post was the stump. Pretty okay kind of ground in which the stumps were the 3 black lines on the side wall of the house. And the large one, which is far bigger than the international stadium.
They made teams among them, they fought well for their victory. They had fight, revenge, victory, losses, anger, smile... everything that the kids of their ages have. They had the records of breaking the windows and cars too. And when they played opposing other team from neighbor areas, they were not the same and they were together to fight. They had enough movies to see, enough topics to talk, enough new games to try, enough exams to write...
they enjoyed their life as it was... without any target, without feeling for future... Their sounds heard everywhere with the sounds of birds, with the sounds of frogs in rain waters, with the sounds of wind that dashes on trees and window curtains...
When the days rolled on, year after year, the sounds reduced.
Kids are not kids anymore, the plants then are trees now. And the grounds are filled with buildings. concrete and bricks... and no place to play and no kids with bat.
And now, to see the far hill, i have to climb to my terrace but i see only the top of hill...
I miss those days. But can't get back to it. Some days in future, i may tell this as a story to my grand children... if they are free from their laptops!!!

I was chatting with my childhood friend Karthick (one from our gang i mentioned above). Our chat remained me the olden days.Here it is,,, some of those memories and many more inside me.

Dedicated to all my friends... Karthick, Raji, Ravi, Jeeva, Sathik, vikky, dhinu, my bros, puppy, kumar and bros and many more...

P.S. And sorry if i used too many "they were".

First year anniversary celebration of AAZRAYA

2010-02-28T14:44:00.009+05:30

March 22, 2009... one of my memorable day of my life. That was the day i joined aazraya to help the needy. Also i got more friends and felt more fun with them... In a month time i will be celebrating the day... Before... Aazraya(we) celebrated our first anniversary day on 21st of feb, 2010 @ New life charitable trust, Erayuir village... I know it is bit late to blog about the celebration, but am happy atleast i can write it now. Though Aazraya was helping the needy for more than couple of years, we completed a year now after officially registering. This day was another memorable day with aazraya,.. Though i could not spend more time but i enjoyed... With so much of kids from New life, Saradha Sevashram and my fellow friends members, do i need to explain the fun?!
Some of the highlights from the celebration...

Our chairman Vinod's speech about Aazraya... he is good in speech now a days and his way of introducing the members to guests was good, i enjoyed it... also i don't want to miss Sri vidhya's speech in tamil on "Aazraya and me"... She was excellent and she told what i felt too...
Mr.Muthuram, founder of Suyam charitable trust had unique way of presenting the kids and gathering with a song and dance... His presentation was unique and the kids enjoyed a lot.
The culturals were few and best. The folk dance by a group of girls, classical dance by the kid Shakthi, the Dhooma chale by fellow member Sreleekha(the choreographer for the dances above), Shoban sab's flaring(soon u can see him in a kollywood movie song if everything goes well)... I enjoyed every programs and the best was the kid Shakthi's dance. Won't you feel amazing if a kid dance well practicing just only one day for it?! Soon i will update the videos here.
It will sound weird if i tell i enjoyed the programs in evening sun, but yeah! the loved the evening sun, it helped me to click some pictures of kids. The sun changed the hue and i few pictures came up well.
The smile on the face of the kids when they carried make ups done by our trust girls... Am sure they will remember the day ever... Thanks to make up specialists for making the kids smiling and beautiful.
I felt really happy and comfortable to meet the old members/friends after quite long time... And felt good to have new members too.

Everyone felt like we were back to our school days and college days... Won't you feel the same if you have a gang of kids and friends around, also with chance to cheer up the dancers?!?! The first year celebration was amazing.

My friends cum members Viky, Dilip and Velu had come up with seperate blog for Aazraya. To know more about the celebration, click here.

P.S.
Check here soon for the video updates of the programs,
And Subas, i will take you to the trust next time. Sorry i couldn't this time.

V Day...

2010-02-15T23:43:00.004+05:30

Valentine's day!
a day for everyone...
I love Valentine's week... because i get chance to read more articles, stories, poem etc about love.
Red hued cute pictures in magazine, news papers, web pages... romantic songs and music everywhere... and there are lot more reasons too...

But i wonder! may be you too, if u r a guy who is reading...
Y? why are most of the articles about love, every where written only by guys? boys? men?
...
Love is always expressed only by guys huh?
I didn't see any single article about love written by a girl, in a weekly magazine!
I wonder!
May be am wroing, but this is what i witnessed ;P

Fine, i have a wish for long time... to write a post in Thamizh. But I don't have an idea how to write here in thamizh... i mean without errors!
i don't want anyone to question me about thamizh and point my errors. yeah! i don't bother about English,.. and it is not my mother tongue.
Well,
here below are few lines in thanglish(thamilz words in english letters)...
anyone who wish can translate it in english and also can post it in tamizh fonts.

Mazhaikaha kathiruntha varanda nilamum,
Vaana villukaha kathiruntha neela vanamum,
Vidumuraikaha kathiruntha palli sirargalum,
Sirargalukaha kathiruntha palli maramum,
kadarkariyil, Thunaikaha kathiruntha avalin kaladi thadamum,
Karaiyil kathiruntha siru padagum,
iravukaha kathiruntha pagalum,
pagalukaha kathiruntha iravum,
ellamum en ninaivai thottu sendrana,
nan un kurunjeithikaha kathiruntha tharunathil...

P.S. Nothing good above and nothing behind the italic words too... This is just fun...

the vast beautiful ventilator

2010-02-10T21:07:00.008+05:30

This place is not a new to me... I used to come here whenever possible... But this time it is different, Everything is different... this place is the end of the world! for me, Whenever i return from this place, i feel like i vented out all my feelings. I return like a new soul...
This place is nothing but a Beach... yeah! for me this is the end of the world, i see no land from the place i stand... i guess u too!
Not in the late afternoon... in the beach far from the city, i stand in the elevated shore, leaving the sun behind me... looking straight to the water, the end of the world... my shadow stretched to touch the sea water that tries to reach the shore...
I stand still, looking at nothing but a blue painted clear sky, and the vast surface of water that reflects the fellow sky... the sea water rolled towards me but drained back without touching me...
Looking to my left, i find my friends playing... far from me. I find none near!... no one for quite a good distance...
Feeling the breeze from the sea i bend myself to sit on the shore... sitting, my hand start to wave the sand...
Taking a hand full of sand, i start to count them... soon i lost the count, its impossible...No! its not impossible, its possible... but its infinity... endless! This is how my love for you is... its infinity, endless! i told showing the sand to the sea...
The sound of the waves and the breeze pretends like answering me in joy... Happy that U understood me...
I started to shout out my feel for everything... from my family to my job... all about my love for them to hectic job that kick me... about everything in my life... i vented out my feel...
Pretty soon... everything is fine, everything in my life...
I stand to walk back to my friends, smiling at the sea... singing to myself...
and there hE stand! smiling at me and not far from me... this man, i know him very well, close by heart... surprise to see him... he could have heard me?!?! before i get the answer, he started to move far from me, in opposite direction... leaving the foot prints...

P.S. Thanks to Caarthick for his click :)

New Avatar

2010-01-28T20:02:00.003+05:30

Hi...

I am writing in wordpress.com too...

Read me here YDOIDOTHIS

I feel wordpress.com has more options and its cool...

I hope you will support me there like here...

Cheers,

love,
danny.

Chennai & the giant long steel beast

2010-01-27T14:33:00.005+05:30

Is there anyone in this world who don't like to enjoy the view from train window?... i remember the days when i waved my hands to the giant trains standing in the level crossing. Not only me, many in this hot humid city will remember their childhood days in small towns and villages waiting for the trains to trains. Train is always special. It is comfortable, you can pass through lot of sub urban, can see lot of small huts moving behind you, lot of temples and panchayat trees, sometimes cities with large buildings etc ... also you can make new friends, train friends.
MRTS in chennai... one of my favourite mode of transport here... i prefer train than bus or bike... i can reach my destination early without getting fried up in hot sun, traffic, air and noise pollution... Chennai without MRTS!!! i would have hated it...
I love electric trains here, not only because it is comfortable... but it has something more than that... may be because it carries thousands and thousands of hearts in it... Most of my days in Chennai moved with/in train... days started in train and ended too... I not only enjoyed the views through the window, i enjoyed seeing the people inside too...
there are lot in the train, the people and their souls...
the gang of elder people, hopefully they should be train friends (sometimes i heard them speaking about the train travelers association) who chat and enjoy like college guys, the elder ladies singing bajjans, the guy who wear a watch like mine and his smile whenever he see me, the girl who travel reading her CA book, the tiny girl who travel with her guitar, the old man looking tired of his life, strict fathers, loving mothers, pregnant wives, loving husbands, exhausted man, happy going lovers, loving couples, small kids, school going childrens, boys, beautiful girls, vendors, blind people selling card covers, beggars... and many to add in the list... those faces carry smile, tears, tiredness, joy, satisfaction, love, lust, jealous, proud etc...
There are really thousands of characters and souls and people who rush for their life and aim... i feel happy to be one among them... they taught me something daily but they don't know that, sometimes even i don't know. But they teach me to live life, fight for life, enjoy life...
Sometimes when i happened to travel at mid day, the first class in the train will be physically empty... but it carries thousands of souls on it... hundreds of love with their names, proposals from boys for his girl, the names of boys gangs, girls gang too, fake phone numbers, posters for jobs and real estates, sketches and lot more scribblings...
a quote from my dairy that i saw in the train...
"i want to live in ur eyes, i want to die in ur arm, and to burried in ur heart"...

I saw an old man, who traveled from Trisulam(airport) to Egmore carrying his luggage straight from the airport. He cherished his old memories, he traveled in the trains during his college life before 25 years. He felt happy to travel in the train after 25 years.. getting back into his memories. Also i remember another old man, who advised me to give up drinking soft drinks and to drink only fresh juice.

Tambaram station is one of my favorite place in Chennai. If u had read my previous blog posts then you can guess y! if not you will know soon...

sometimes i happened to see corpse on the track...

This giant long steel beast has many stories carrying with it... and i read those...

love,
danny.

Chennai and me

2010-01-19T22:43:00.005+05:30

Sometimes! you will never know that the place you are heading to will be your favorite place in your lifetime. My first visit to Chennai, the Madraspattinam had nothing special to make a bond between me and the city. In fact, i hate the place then. When i reached Egmore, i felt i was forced into a city of robbers, the city of pollution, the city of sun in all seasons, the city of traffic... i saw robbers in every head that moved in the platform and in every strange looks... the coolies, the railway employees, the vendors, even the passengers! and no maters where they are from. I was not aware then that the day gonna be a memorable day. yeah! the bond between me and the city started there...

My first day in the city drove me to experience the hell. That was another fresh new day for Chennai. The station was busy but i was busy guarding my baggage. The road outside the station was more crowded than inside the station. People rushing to their destinations for their work. People! people! people! everywhere... in buses, tea stalls, telephone booths, hotels and everywhere...
Everything and anything about chennai made me mad then... the crowded buses, the hot sun, the humidity that brings out the human sweat, the traffic, signals, noise and air pollution, strange people, worst roads, those colored faces of politicians on walls, those people urinating on corner walls, language/slang...
i was heading back from Chennai, i decided not to visit Chennai in my life again... not even for a day!
But today! After 8 full years... i feel i can't be out of Chennai for a day, not even for a day! Chennai is now my best place on earth. The city of beach that wakes up for coffee, the beach, the people, the travel in sub urban trains, the crowds, buses, flyovers, statues of leaders, theaters, malls, the seasonal rains, the temples and churches, aroma of coffee, pallavaram mount, burger man's burger, sweet pongal at murugan idly, landmark and food court at spencer plaza, music world, tambaram station, aazraya, Chennai sangamam etc etc etc... many sweet experiences,memorable too and few bitter...

Some taught me about life... in a line - Chennai changed my life...

i was planning to write about Chennai and i start from here today!... I will write more about chennai, my experience here, memorable incidence, people and all about chennai!

they will follow this post soon with hope that you will enjoy :)

The trip to nowhere

2010-01-11T18:31:00.006+05:30

I switched on the fan, closing my door, lying on my bed ... i felt exhausted... I felt the tired, the defeat. I closed my eyes tight and i saw darkness, empty and nothing... i closed my ears with my fingers and heard nothing... not even the silence... i felt am out of the world... the world without light, sound and full of nothing... i traveled through it for sometime... enjoying nothing... i gave up and return when i felt that bored... my fingers out of my ears and my eyes opened slowly...
i saw the ceiling fan running at same speed, fast, making sounds like, yeah like fan... i haven't heard the sound anywhere else!... i looked at it till i get bored and i heard nothing except the sound of fan... yeah... everything else were silent!! I moved my eye lids to look at my window... i saw the curtain dancing... dancing for the silence?! but they were beautiful... and the sunlight through the window played hide and seek and the curtain continued dancing... i don't know when... my eyes closed, they made their decision, my ears stopped listening to the surrounding, even to the silence... again i traveled through a dark world, am not sure... may be empty world in black color without any sounds... i felt the peace, satisfaction... i enjoyed the trip... till am back from my sleep... "sleeping"... the best gift

Welcome 2010

2009-12-31T12:25:00.005+05:30

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

2009-11-29T19:54:00.005+05:30

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...

2009-11-14T12:26:00.005+05:30

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...

2009-10-20T14:02:00.006+05:30

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!!!

2009-09-14T21:27:00.009+05:30

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 :)

2009-09-04T17:02:00.003+05:30

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.

2009-06-23T00:23:00.005+05:30

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

2009-06-10T13:47:00.004+05:30

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

2009-06-02T23:05:00.008+05:30

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.

2009-05-20T11:28:00.004+05:30

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

2009-05-18T21:19:00.006+05:30

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

2009-05-09T17:52:00.001+05:30

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...

2009-05-08T23:20:00.000+05:30

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.

2009-04-19T23:02:00.000+05:30

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

2009-04-10T07:19:00.000+05:30

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 ...

2009-04-08T17:34:00.000+05:30

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!!!

2009-04-06T23:08:00.000+05:30

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

2009-04-02T23:59:00.001+05:30

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?

2009-03-30T22:46:00.000+05:30

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?

2009-03-28T12:17:00.000+05:30

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

2009-03-26T00:04:00.000+05:30

Aazraya with physically challenged and orphans...

A Day with Aazraya.

2009-03-25T23:23:00.000+05:30

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.

Its my Mother India and who lead me?

2008-08-16T20:16:00.000+05:30

Hey buddies.. this time, in this special "I - Day" mood, i wanna start with a small note about our National Anthem, u know am not that good to write about It, so i just copied some information from Wikipedia and make it easy for u. Make some free time for this and i concluded with small note below...

Jana Gana Mana (Bengali: জন গণ মন Jôno Gôno Mono) is the national anthem of India. Written in highly Sanskritized Bengali, it is the first of five stanzas of a Brahmo hymn composed and scored by Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore. It was first sung at the Calcutta Session of the Indian National Congress,on 27 December 1911. Jana Gana Mana was officially adopted by the Constituent Assembly as the Indian national anthem on January 24, 1950. The music for the "current version" is said to be derived from a composition for the song by Ram Singh Thakur, although some dispute this. A formal rendition of the national anthem takes about forty-eight to fifty-two seconds. A shortened version consisting of the first and last lines (and taking about 20 seconds to play) is also staged occasionally. Rabindranath Tagore also composed the music for another Indian poem Vande Mataram. Lyrics Although written in Bengali, the pronunciation of the anthem varies considerably across India due to the country's extensive linguistic diversity. The transcription below reflects the original Bengali pronunciation, in both the Bengali script and romanization. Many of the silent letters found in the lyrics are pronounced by speakers of other Indian languages, reflecting a spelling pronunciation of the Bengali text, and often matching the pronunciation of the cognate words in the speaker's native language.

Lyrics
Jana-Gana-Mana-Adhinayaka, Jaya He
Bharata-Bhagya-Vidhata P
unjab-Sindhu-Gujarata-Maratha
Dravida-Utkala-Banga
Vindhya-Himachala-Yamuna-Ganga
Ucchala-Jaladhi Taranga
Tava Subha Name Jage
Tava Subha Asisa Mage Gahe
Tava Jaya Gatha.
Jana-Gana-Mangala Dayaka, Jaya He
Bharata-Bhagya-Vidhata, J
aya He, Jaya He, Jaya He,
Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya He

Translation into English
O! Dispenser of India's destiny, thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, the Maratha country,in the Dravida country, Utkala and Bengal;It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,it mingles in the rhapsodies of the pure waters of Yamuna and the Ganges.They chant only thy name.They seek only thy auspicious blessings.They sing only the glory of thy victory.The salvation of all people waits in thy hands,O! Dispenser of India's destiny, thou art the ruler of the minds of all peopleVictory to thee, Victory to thee, Victory to thee,Victory, Victory, Victory, Victory to thee!.

Thanks buddies, for ur precious time, well i just added very few information and u can add more information in the comment box, u r welcome...
Yeah, I HOPE U HAD GREAT INDEPENDENCE DAY, fine, i jus want to write what i feel.
I guess u all may remember Mahatma Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru, Subash Chandra bose and many more great leaders who fought for our freedon, even i remember them on these special but i just wonder y do we forget about our Soldiers, who still gaurd our India from enemies!!! is this because our parents and teachers taught only about the great leaders and not about our Jawans? or because only our great leaders have their birthday on calenders?? or lack of knowledge about them or any other good reasons?......
This I DAY is another excuse for us(ordinory citizens) to mark as a holiday in calender, but for our Jawans, the day is another excuse to be more alert to protect our country from enemies. We go for night club partying on this holiday, but they forget their sleep to make our party better and they still protect. We just change the channel which telecost their Parade to watch our hero escorted with half dozens of his men. I really wonder why all these happens within us? I remember, once i was travelling to Delhi in train and there i saw a Soldier, who made me to understand better about our Army and their life. He is Murugan, soldier from Vellore(Tamil Nadu). He is not a degree holder, but he wants to serve our country, he is far from his family, he can rarely meet them may be once in 6 months, his work is just to protect our Nation (Nation is non other than We all), he need to forget his pain, sleep, family, friends etc, just to protect us. He is old enough to marry though he didnt, he just replied " i dont want to make her wait for me everyday", when my question is y? and he continued "for now only my parents are waiting and i dont want to increase the list". Y do they do all these?, Are they doing the same what our Great Leaders did? Will our next generation remember them atleast when they remember our leaders? ... questions goes on... but who has the answer?

When you shout aloud " JAI HIND and VANDE MATARAM" next time, you just dont forget to thank our soldiers, who do lot for us... thanks buddies for ur patience, i started with something but i dont know whether i concluded with what i want to say, i just typed what my mind instructed. If u find anything wrong just forgive me and comment it to correct me... thanks,...

JAI HIND!!!

Am here now...finally...

2008-08-14T12:32:00.000+05:30

hey ALL..
am here now finally...
i thought of creating a blog long back ,before 6 months or so when i saw a blog created by some1 which is so touching(hey it was touching for me), whole the blog said he missed his place, yeah he was caught by a typical IT company and jailed in office in Gurgaon and he missed his place which is in down south in Tamil Nadu... i wondered y did i feel to create my own seeing his profile, then i realise i was also in his condition, yeah i was also caught up in an office in Delhi and i missed my place, family, friends and all... and i can remember this which happened when i was in Delhi, everyone in my office were in party mood after getting the salary cheque, but i wasn't and one of my colleague asked me y should i be sad on salary day, i just replied with a fake smile " will i be happy when am unable to take my family or friends to dinner with this money", yup that night i went to dinner alone as usual, and my salary doesn't bring me any difference. And now am here in my place again and am starting my blog from here... and this time i didnt create this blog impressed by someone's, its my friend or i can say its my anni Dahini(sorry to encloase ur name buddy) asked me to create one. Well whenever i heard about a blog i just remember the above happenings and so i started with that.
I know this is a bad intro to begin, well i dont get anything else to tell,
and Buddies, am here finally, started my bla bla bla..!!! its ur fate to tolerate all my blogs(bla bla bla.....), i pray The Almighty to give u enough preseverence... hey lets have fun too... drop ur comments whenever u find time and i can correct it myself...
catch u soon later in next blog... :)