and in my dream... again...

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.

once upon a time

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".

the vast beautiful ventilator

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 :)

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 :)

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.

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.......

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... "

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.

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!?!?