Feeling Nurtured.....

Come back to me...

2008-12-01T08:37:00.013+05:30

It has started a very blue day

Naturally, it's Monday

There is a thick curtain-like veil

Over my world today

I have lost all perspective

Or maybe today I see things clearly

Like a moment of clarity

And every other day of my existence

Was seen through rose colored glasses

I feel like an unwelcome stranger

In my own home

"Knock, knock....can I come in into my space inside your heart?"

Why am I left alone to "deal" with

All of my anxiety by myself?

Why do you discard me like a book that

You have already read

Putting me back on the shelf?

Why are you there and I am here?

Where is your sense of perception

That I need you near?

Why am I always left here shedding

These tears of my own?

Why, when you are here with me,

Do I still feel alone?

Diwali Greetings..

2008-10-27T07:45:00.003+05:30

On top of You by Enrique Iglesias

2008-05-25T04:10:00.006+05:30

Wiered, it was for me once all the way... Was stopping by and finally landed in youtube and thought to relax wid some musics for a while..

When i searched for some songs, within the related searches column i found this song... Though i got not much exposures to english songs, i thought to stick, stay and listen to it..

U know, after listening to it i got the words striking me from then..

Jus check this out..

- Enrique Iglesias

Survival to the Fittest...!

2008-05-17T12:20:00.004+05:30

This is how
He was lost....!

Like an Ant,
Batteling to survive
After drowning into
A glass of Honey....!

And it is all
About the devastation...
Whom do
I mark for it...!

Should I
Count the Ant,
Who searched for the curfew..
No..!

Or,
The mere liquid,
The honey,
Which stands for the taste...
No...!

Can be or
May be,
Concluded like this..

He, the poor Ant
Found his way,
To the dead-beds...
Looking for the best..

And
She, the Honey
Still sweet enough
Can be admired
By the fellow Ants...

To senthamizh THAMIZlACHI' ku.....

2008-04-25T01:18:00.005+05:30

Don't know how i started,

Don't know how i found,

Don't know how i met,

But i got the good fragnanceful colour...

Its hard to find people and

The hardest is to find characters..

But i found, yeah i did...

That too a sweet young, silent,

Innocent, homely honey-bee

Familiarly known nutty tamizlachi...

Though she got -

The invisible identity,

She is warmth enough

To picture her character...

I like it and took it for granted.

She is..

Naughty enough to play pranks and

Quite frequent to sorry, sooner...

Hard enough to battle with her adamants but

Kind enough to break those for her beloveds..

Black is the colour of her flower,

The rose, which hard to find in markets...

Rarity of which makes her the unique,

And so she is unbelivable to many...

She is good enough to reply questions

But nt talent enough to question those....

She is calm enough to be a girl

But at the same time

She is flirt enough to make a guy, mad..

Believe she dont...

All that she prefered and offered

Is the true relationship

The friendship....

The ship which s believed to float

Always with the give and take policies...

(* fragnaceful Colour - hearted pisasu..,sorry human)

to.,

the friendly angel of mine,

lovable Thamizlachi.....

Don't say "DON'T ", again....

2008-04-13T19:34:00.011+05:30

Its freezing when u said dont,
Its breaking when u said dont,
Its killing when u said dont,
Its hurting when u said dont.....

Baby....
When u said dont,
Am vanished...
Though you said,
I feel like am sluaghtered...

All i have is the hope
But when hope s hopeless, then
There s a crisis
Cannt be explained but felt...

I got the hope,
But am hopeless
And wud feel the crisis...

My world is none, than
My thoughts encircling u...
I breath, but it whispers
Your name softly...

I don have the magic
To express my love
Infront of thy eyes
Though am miles away
baby..,
Am behind u
For your happiness...
And my love always
Falls infront of tht...

It s foolish to say,
Rains are the tears of sky
But when it s considered,
We can feel the happiness
From and around the world..
The logic is -
she tears,
And they smiles..
And am fatted always,
To take this charmingly..

Honey...
Painful scares already keeps
Hiding me from the clear hopes...
Jus seen lil happiness in me
but it s jus ruled out....

When u said " Dont ",
Enough...
Please don say it again...
This s already pricking..
Cant bear more...

My Angel,
When u said dont.,
I saw
thy happiness, and
I accept it for granted...

But MY LOVE,
Its paining, killing..
Please don say " DON'T", again..

All i need is,
Your face full of happy smiles...
My heart full of UR smily face..

FOREVER
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

Long live,
MY PRINCESS....

if i wish....

2008-03-03T17:25:00.000+05:30

If I could have just one wish,

I would wish to wake up everyday

to the sound of your breath on my neck,

the warmth of your lips on my cheek,

the touch of your fingers on my skin,

and the feel of your heart beating with mine...

Knowing that I could never find that feeling

with anyone other than you.

On the Valentines Day Eve..

2008-02-04T23:01:00.000+05:30

Love is a tingling in your heart

That never stops

Love is

Midsummer night’s dream

And a few dew drops

Love is a mystery without a clue

Love is

To say, yes I love you.

Love is a utopia

But you can see, feel and touch

Love is a reality

That makes you laugh, cry and laugh.

Love is

Buying a rose on Valentine’s Day

Love is

A falling star that makes you pray

Love is

Rare but also true

Love is

To say,yes- I love you.

Love makes you think

Love makes you dream

Love makes you to tour

Singapore or Palmpore…

Love makes you see

How lonely a man can be

Love is to start never to adieu

Love is to say- yes, I love you.

Love is history and love is future

Love brings us close to nature

Love is Bengal and also Himachal

Love is me and love is you

Love is to say- B*** I love you!

He teaches more than the Philosophy do'es..

2007-11-02T16:52:00.000+05:30

Thats the interestless class always but with a intresting and efficient teacher to lead with...

He s very talented and in his young age he became a professor for the universioty students..... to the eviendence about his age...

Two weeks before in a lecture, while he was teaching us there was a disturbance... after with in a few seconds he spotted the guy who was disturbing the class.. whil he kept on asking the questions to the guy like, "how old are you?, what are you doing?, why are you doing"... the student simply replied that "am doing nothing but relaxing myself by listening music... and one thing., am younger than you!!!!!!!!!"

He s one of the merciful mankind and so he left the guy to leave the lecture.. this teacher is also a harmless guy and also recently heared that he s going to do his masters in philosophy.... so, the subject he teachs is philosophy...

He s a different angle striker of life.. as he, his procedings also goes like him.... it is unsuall to have some debates in the classes and arguing for our silly thoughts and likings...

But it happend, he got us the chance to have the fun with debate and things.. we were set with some rules and regulations to hang-on with our frustrating tempers if we are over-talked by the opponents....

He is capable to judge things and so placed himself to do that...

The topic we were given with was " who s the best... Men or Women" to aware about feminism.... and also mentioned this is not the serious debate and he didnt want thhe guys to end this interesting class with fights and blammings...

So, a set of 50 students were divided into 2 groups and were choosen with a topic to stick-with... so finally he brought the real deabte atmosphere which would be always interrupted by some students and it was....

Though interruption things lasted till the end..., he handled out the things very good and carried the deabte... and finally its the judgement time... but i could hear only the unusual words from the judging personality but those unusall words were worthy and seen bounded with the real meanings...

I'm the student of medicine and have no interest even to attend the philosophy class at first and lectures... but this guy(teacher) with his shooting english and senseful quotings always blasting me and brought the interests in me about the subject...

" the complete obedience to rules, a simple discipline to the atmosphere to which we are often put-with, most of all the observartion to which we are set-for with the silence and concentration....", he deserved these things by his judgement-talk rather appreciating the group which wins....

He just awarded and appreciated those who kept the above follwed..., and added the interesting line which is his touch,

"those who followed and fulfilled the above are the real winners of the life of that hour.."

Because that was the hour given for us meant to go hand-in-hand with those deserved things and if are upto that then we are the winners of life of that hour....

And for damn sure, i can say- am one among those who won that hour-life......

Happy b'day, my Girl......

2006-11-16T02:22:00.001+05:30

She,
My Princess,
Celebrating her B’day,
Wishing her fortunes, a prosperous life….

{ My Angel,
You are some special ,
Really, you'd credited my life….
You just beckoned the attitudes,
Simply, I rebacked my Life….
Girl you are real,
Am the image following you everywhere….

My sweet heart,
Your smiles are miles to apart….
You just optimized my hopes
Just applauded for my victories….
The breaths, am holding
Lup-tups your name 72/m…
Yor are real-special and motivative..,

Anbae,
Your part is too short to boon my life,
Bur, the pirated dreams capturing you
Assembles my every-second life….
Girl….You are unbelievable in my life…
But your absence fails me
To take up things.. am struggling….

Am blabbering, the indepth truth….
Only you… only you can enrich my hopefull life theme… }

......a dedicatory short verse

itz Diwali in my room...

2006-10-21T02:31:00.000+05:30

Lemme brief out, abt hw Diwali celebrations jus started to begin in my room....

It is my friend Vinod, who is so intelligent in studies , as well as active ... rather i can introduce him in this way " Vinod, a sincere devotee ..." Yeah.. he is well known in our hostelf campus for his deep attachment with dedications to Pooja's and Festivals.., along with his gud study.

Ofcourse his day begins to start today, itz the Diwali eve.., you know he'd started planning to celebrate and distribute sweets to seniors and juniors three days ago.. itz quite rare to find a guy like him, he did pooja on the diwali eve itself and started to prepare sweets.. itz 2'0 clock night here and the sweets preparings are in process nw.. so am leaving to taste it..

Actaully, he would perform 4 times poojas for Diwali ... so as far as i know ... one pooja is over. three is remainig for today.. anywayzz whatz interestin is, althrough the day, my work is to taste sweets and foods varieties.. i belive that am booned,, am i ?

Poto: clicked during pooja.

this is the sample pic. showing how our diwali festival just started to light in our room on the diwali eve itself....

I feel tht i aint away form my home, my home country... really, the unique tradition is carried, the purity is followed.. ohoh.., we are INDIANS. Proud to be an Indian.

Seasonal Greetings.

2006-10-21T01:20:00.000+05:30

it is the ore of tradition.. its the day of real festivals...

a carcking day.... the festival of lights....

the Diwali ...

wishing you all, a very happy and carefull festival day..

Thats it.

2006-08-29T12:14:00.000+05:30

nothing much... !!!

chance to start New.....

2006-01-05T04:52:00.000+05:30

Wavy mind of mine seen distressed for days to worthy reasons... A complete counselling s all i need... In btwn, it s not very often to me to spend time on net but 3 days ago i was found contradict, spent almost 8 hrs all together on net, surfing sites, blogs, checking mails...

Atlast, a blogger's bookmark link took me to a inspirational site. There, i was broken out to almost al the experienced words, quoted very simply answering 2 all my striking and confusing questions....

This site Pravsworld is owning by an Indian, a postgraduate.... named Praveen famously known a Pravs J.

Inspiring u for the better tomorrow, his theme moto is a sensational one.

How often we wish for another chance,
To make a fresh begining.
A chance to blot our mistakes
And change failure into winning.

It doesnot take a special time
To make a brand-new start,
It only takes the deep desire
To try with all our heart.

To live a little better.
To always be forgiving.
To add a little sunshine,
In a world for which we are living.

Never giveup in despair
Nor think you are though,
For there is always a tomorrow.
A chance to start a New.

To his Beloved, she past !

2005-12-28T10:58:00.000+05:30

Once for all, it's the curse to every human not being loved after being loved... Things that are strange, flashed to view one bad to times.. Nothing can be betrayed, no-one can be betrayed... Fate, Fate... only Fate wins with all its cruelness...

Sorrow, this worthy word,spelt how many ever times, it could be spelt after there is a distance in things. Mind, the empty mind, feeling the burden... Could possibly end with tears, nothing can be done.

Past memories and thoughts killing him without any mercy...though things went indifferent in life fortuning the most, he wasn't able to wipe out thoughts of her that filled his dreams. A Fellow human wishing her, happiness deep from his true heart, filled with love, clearing himself to stand in history, not everyone can do it..!!!

Music, its lyrics makes one to feel even hell to be alive....

Here is the lyrics of a song by Celion Dion....

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I’ll be forever thankful baby
You’re the one who held me up
Never let me fall

You’re the one who saw me through through it all
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You’ve been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

My friends got toiled with this.. Do u find anything? Only LOVE can possibly bring death alive... make one feel life... is it so?

In btwn, wishing u all a very happy and prosperous New Year.

Amphibian, i'm exactly not !!! Part 3

2005-12-23T03:35:00.000+05:30

A mercifull sweeper astonished to find the baby screaming as if it was going to bethe last moment in this world of nothing. Decides to save the child, although it never strikes him to adopt the child. Waving minds finally pushed him to the nearby orphanage and explained things, about how he found the baby lying in the street dustbin. Authorities took his statement casually and entered onemore name to that old, seldom dusted register.

It baby crying nomore as if it had done all the crying required for a lifetime. Days passed by the end of third month baby was no more 345734 the baby had a name and it was James....it is another interesting aspect how that name James been given to that baby.Whenever staffs call their attender James baby used to start grubling finally sparked with smiles. Don't know what authorities minds went through...they named the child James.

When he was two years,it is astonishing to see him blabber....1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.....and first ten alphabets in order. Authorities seen excited with this and finally decided to educate him properly as much as they could. And thats how James ended up in class XII A, St.Joseph's Higher Secondary School.

James really dualled with moaned laughs...

When he was about to leave the place to his hostel he spotted a frog jumping in and out of water. James was mentally arrested again tears starts to flow. With hard pains and sads in mind shouts, "I'm not amphibian,no i'm not....exactly i'm not", shouts clears the clouds,went mentally upset James blabbering like recitating the monologs,"they may live both in water and land...but for me God gifted birth merged just in sin".
Me not a frog, I can live without the disclosures of parents, but I cannot pass even a day without this evil societies authorisation which is not even considering me in the category of Humans.
I'm now sixteen years old and entertaining all the previleges as sixteen year teen could do. But what's sad is you people rejecting me, because of this only thought in your minds," that i'm an orphan".

"Motherless child unknown parentage, orphan a word to be filled in the apoplication form, should wear the clothes given by some helping hearts, it's all like killing me, like devils killing devils.
Me fortunately brought up by a mercifull orphanage. I'm lucky though i'm struck and at times drew back to the sorrow. Can't imagine the situations of the children who are un-cared, un-loved, and hoplesly lying in the street struggling for food for a square meal. It's really attrocius... "

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Have we ever pondered on these things if

We are born with sin and sadness?

Are'nt all humans? To bias you can give birth to unknown tender hearts that really suffer to face this ruthless sticky world?

Though some people come forward with an helping heart, why do we limit ourself when we do so? Why do you tend to say that, " He's just an orphange why does he needs this?"

Criminals, murderer's, evil do-ers, have no fear of life or God. Wouldn't there been a change if only one person had showed them some love in thier childhood?

Amphibian, I'm exactly not !! Part 2

2005-12-02T19:00:00.000+05:30

Trembling legs which conquered half mile without his consciousness stopped as soon as a truck’s sound horn bring back James consciousness …… sudden relization strikes him to question, where he is…?

Sorrow filled mind hardly concluded the place at last. The river bank, it was his favorite spot.. a place you could find him on weekends and holidays.. He loved that place to pass the times as dry river bed sands coincided somewhat with his uncompensatable pain, that his young life had gone through….he used to blabber the things that happened that week the good , the bad , his happiness and sadness, his problems as if someone was always there to listen to him …

But this time it was sorefull. Thoughts would not let him to realize things further, thoughts that took him to the fruitless lands of hell, the same feeling he felt while reading that non-detail story which that day had been marked by the tears that rolled away.

(minutes passed to control himself)

Hardly holding his heart, trying to remember the story line that squeezed him........

~~~~ It was an economically devastated family … batteling life's way to consume a full stomach porridge. These situations threw, the head of the family, the father down into the cities days ago for a small income just to substanciate his family surge out of starvation….Amutha back home with her two kids and the only most prized possesion their dog with its 3 puppies. Trying to pass every hour of hunger.

Few days ran out by adjusting some thing left in the house, and the time had come when all they could do was tie a wet towel around thier stomachs and wish that the next sunrise would fortune then all if not full meal, atleast some thing enough for their existancance.

It was usual to see the dog leave her litter's home and come back on time in the evening to feed her puppies. But that day something was abnormal and the dog hadn't returned yet. Hungriness now slowly start to conquer these puppies, puppies started screaming…. the sound arising .. becoming louder by the minute reaching its peak. Amutha tries to stop the noisy screams..… but it turns out to be futile…(she knew why these puppies were screaming suddenly.. because they are hungry and badly food.. )

Suddenly neighbor’s come and shouted at Amutha telling her that screaming noises of the puppies was disturbing their peacefull sleep.

Even though she wasn't giving heed to her neighbour's rude remarks, all that was running through her blank mind was thoughts to feed the puppies….

She stood there quietly for few seconds, commands herself to do something to manage the prevailing situations as much as she could ....Went into a dark room, closed the door and minutes later she came out with half filled glass of milk and fed the young puppies to end the raising screams …...

When her 7 years elder son questioned about the milk she fed,
“It’s my milk, Your Mother’s milk”,she mercily responded with satisfactory smiles being sprinkled over her glowing face ~~~~

Reddish white paths of eyes begins to retry immediately when that last line,
“It’s my milk, Your Mother’s milk”, hardly strucked him painfully.

James weeped, weeped and simply weeped ………..

He was impressed with the character of the mother in that story. That conquering, sentimental last lines made him to shout to the peak cliffs expressing his feelings,

“At least I should have been born like that dog in their home”

Consoling himself he started to walk back to his hostel….. but his pannicking heart never let him move, inspite it revised his childhood in seconds …….

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Its a another bright morn, Ramu walks out to sweep the street, gathers the garbage and throws it in the concrete bin that the local municipality had just installed, he suddenly hears the cry of a baby.... cautioned.. he searchs into the dirt...

To be Continuned.....

Amphibian, I'm exactly not !! Part I

2005-11-23T17:56:00.000+05:30

It's very usual on tuesdays that staff's of the St.Joseph Hr.Sec School, eagerly wait to make sure that the students of XII A rush to attend their first class in time immediately after SPL cautioned for dispersion.

The Language teacher enters XII A, sharply as the clock ticked 9 in the morning (Madme punctuality, hehe...). Students wish her.She responds and takes the attendance side by side, that day according to the shechudle she's supposed to finish a new lesson in the first session.

“Students, we are moving to a new chapter in Non-detail. James start, reading this lesson”, James was the best student in class.

“Yes-Ma'am”, obeys James and hurriedly opens the mentioned topic...

Whenever James started to read, any topic for that instance his crystal clear loud voice, motivated everyone to plunge into the sujects, his voice rising and lowering with every curve, puncutation and dot.

When he reached the mid part of that story, his louder voice down to a shrill, his plesant face went in serious expressions, all of sudden … it seemed that James was loosing himself mentally to those empty, printed words. Tears busted from his eyes while reading the last highlighted line….(It squeezed his little heart).

“What happened, James?”, teacher who was suprised questioned. Immediately- when she saw Him crying…

Hiding every thing inside, he replied sadly, ”Nothing-Ma'am”."That’s okay, my boy! Feel free, relax yourself…” she consoled him with her soft voice and continued to explain that lesson in brief.

Minutes later, she heard "Excuse me madme, im sorry…I need permission headache… no upset… sorry ... Please…permission…aaaam sorry “, James blabbered continuously…
From his incomplete sentence's request, she realized that he hadn’t recovered yet from that incidence….

”Okay James, you are set free today hereafter should not continue the same, let this be for the last time ….Don’t give-up your heart, you are born to achieve,……just relax and it will be alright tomorrow”, she permitted James as she knew his background…, his pain.

He walks out of his school and starts walking, it seems as if the road ahead of him will never end., his feet trembles., his heart aches for the stroy he just read in class. What put him into such an emotional outbreak? Why does he feel lost all of a sudden?

Will be Continued...

My high Fives..

2005-11-12T20:11:00.000+05:30

Tagged by Divya,

Five movies which I like the most,

Minnalae
Alaipayuthaey
Mudhalvan
Day After Tomorrow
Down with Love

Five things I can never live without

Hopes
Targeted Ambition
Friends
Thinking about Feature
Parents and B.love

Five Admirations.....

True Guidance through Meditation,
Beloved MASTER ,
Parthasarathi Rajagopalachari.

Service minded, life devoted,
Mother Theresa.
A women of Compassion.

The Milestone of current India,
A.P.J. Abul kalam,
1st citizen of India.

Spiritfull Young Indian,
Irfan Pathan,
Indian cricketer.

Admirable South Indian,
Madhavan (Maddy),
Tamil Actor.

Five things I miss now

My patience
My parents
My home country and friends
My school days
My @

Five things I plan to do in near future.

To study
To hope postive
Moving orphanage
To base my life strongly
Challenging lifestyle

Last movie I borrowed to watch & still not given back.

The Grudge (a thriller)

Five books I love

Well, i hav no interests in books even glancing them... I love to read my friend Thunku "the Young Poet" spiritfull poems in tamil.. i will give him a tittle, in minutes he will respond with a poem, his typical words are hard to find and explaining the real theme.

Five people I pass this HIGH FIVES to :

Referring to nanyaar? , i tagged this to....

1. Lakshmi

2. Neha

3. Bindhu

4. Ramya

5. Karthik

GOD - The Man made Sculptutres

2005-11-01T15:01:00.000+05:30

Glorious, historical, famefull rural village it was.... Hardtime followed with targets for no reasons.... Villagers were dumped out from thier fame , economy, health, even their basic needs.. made to think about the fates....

In ancient times, it was the trend to utter out the problems to Saints with Almighty powers to reclaim thier normal life...so as villagers approached a saint with faith and feedbacked him, what they sufferd till? Heard whatever they said and he gave them a date for 2 days .... the date he would visit that village?

Date came, as he said Saint went to village and as planned he stayed in the temple.. and started his job .. seeing peoples one by one ...peoples started to bluff thier probs. and he advised the alternation.. by that they could get some satisfaction right that moment an following his words they could reclaim thier normal life then... so things went like this with all the peoples for 2days..... 2 days rolled out from dawn to dust like this ....

So, its the time to depart to visit another place as he gave a word to them ... but surprised to see people in hunderds gathered still to visit him with faith ..... its Saint's inevitable time couldnt leave peoples with sufferings , couldnt able to hesitate the words given to other peoples...

Collapsed and got strucked and finnaly with clear mind.......asked his disciple to bring a hard stone of big size, he went and did to his order... and saint asked every one to leave his room.. everyone obeyed...

A short time after, he opened the door and explained the situation he met with to the villagers, also for the time being he convinced them that he found a alternate approach for that "get me what im saying, this s the stone with all of ALMIGHTY powers from me ... if u are troubled with .. just go front with eyes open and utter ur sufferings in heart with faith.... u will get the relief in short" he advised and took his path down the next planned place..

Astonished villagers followed whatever he said and got the good feebabck too... so got a strong belief in that... days passed the villagers started flowering the stone as a honour..........

Centuries passed, by natural calamities that stone got damaged, looked like a sulpture sculptured... Civilised time, so sculptureres started to do thier work..... resulted a sculpture which got a close image to human.... being a power store, they gave some respect in thier job like presenting crown,wepons,earrings., etc. as thier imaginative skill driven through ......

Years passed high civilasation period started to build temples.... and later chanting, prayers., etc like everything... and is the fact nw prevailing in our country, a full shaped god ......

What s God? How u know? Who are prophets? Have to pray prophets or have to follow them?

As my MASTER said,

"GOD is ALMIGHTY" and "ALMIGHTY is GOD"

ALMIGHTY is nothing but a dark concentrated POWER which shapes, moves, do eveything....

No one knows GOD or ALMIGHTY but we can feel the powers of ALMIGHTY, so called GOD.

Prophets are the descents of GOD and no need of praying them but there is truth, should follow them with faith for our prosperity...

Differnet Religions as a disaster raised keeping GOD as a base to separate peoples and killing peace and people with no mercy, a hard thing round the globe .... and been time processed we are in ancensteral travelling right down in the the wrong path to move with, but the truth s

"Every one s unique with a difference of gender rulling by ALMIGHTY."

The Tagged Tree Story - A part of mine

2005-10-30T18:13:00.000+05:30

Thankx to senior, hope will do the best ....

He thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-hour journey to prove one of them wrong, and he expected the excitement at the end of the journey. He looked at his ticket once again: compartment S9 berth 23.

Pushing his luggage under the seat, he sat close to the window. "Papa, when will you be back?" - his four year old daughter Munni asked innocently. He stared into those soft brown eyes of the motherless kid. He held her frail palms in his, through the window. "Munni, Papa will get you a nice gudiya from the city..Say tata," his sister spoke to the kid, to avoid an emotional outburst. In a minute, the train pulled forward, and Munni's little fingers parted from between his. "I need to go..", he thought, "I have to, at least for Munni's sake.."

The humid summer breeze and the rattling train coaxed him into an uncomfortable state of drowsy consciousness. He dreamt that Munni ran away, the closer he ran to her, the farther she was, like a mirage. He woke up with a start and squinted at his watch."What is the time please?"A smallish woman, a meek voice as if she was scared that her existence would annoy someone. Her only noticeable feature was her rather large, expressive eyes."4.30"Something made him look at the woman again. He had stopped noticing women long back. Ever since Meenakshi passed away...

But this woman was different. she reminded him of someone he knew. In an instant he realized who and the painful memories came flooding back. She looked exactly like his childhood sweetheart Madhu. As teenage lovers in a conservative society, they had often met secretly and had declared undying love for each other.

Then someone had found out and all hell had broken loose. The elders in the village Panchayat had ostracized Madhu's family as she was from a lower caste. Unable to bear the humiliation, she had committed suicide by drowning. That was twelve years back...

Could it be? Could it really be him? He seems different, weary and downcast. Oh no will he recognise me? No, I am dead to the world. Still she cautiously wrapped her saree end around her head and across her face. Behind the cotton screen, her mind drifted to happier times, languid strolls in the corn fields, games at the riverbed, his gentle caress, whispered sweet nothings, stolen glances at the temple fair.

Tempted to take one last look, she consoled herself that he wouldn't notice. Slowly she lifted her eyes only to find Rupak staring back at her.

She quickly glanced the other way.

‘No, this girl looks too close to be any other person. She is infact Madhu!! “Hey, Madhu!” he called.

She struggled hard not to respond to that call. And successfully managed it too.

"Hey Madhu, you forgot me?” he inquired her and came closer.

The old lady sitting opposite to him was looking at this unapprovingly.

“No, you are mistaken, My name is not Madhu.. I am Supriya” she lied.

“Hey Ram!, a young girl cannot travel safely in this country without being stalked!” the old lady muttered angrily.

The girl walked briskly away from him, trying to escape his glances, as though she was hiding something, not wanting to be discovered. He stood confused, she had said her name wasn’t Madhu, and should he run after her? Or should he let it pass, after all he still had a train to catch.
His heart told him it was Madhu, followed her, all thoughts about going to the city vanished; he was on delighted to have met Madhu after such a long time. He was filled with memories of their time together. He finally caught up with her. Looking into her eyes he said‘ Why Madhu? Why this to me?'

"Please dont lie to me anymore"; sounding more like the Mani he used to be ten years back when he had first met her at the Village temple, rather than the arrogant side that seemed to rule his life now. "I know it is you, nobody else but you Madhu". Tears roll down her cheecks as she tries to remember why they ended up this way. Was it destiny or fate that they had to meet now?

As she speaks up, the train which for a while had be at a halt, slowly starts to move.

Her sorefull identification attests him her, ruined him mentally out.

Rusted evergreen black pages viewed in quick glace for moments "I love him and we got to marry one another despite the caste bar..." a louded talk roared by her before the panchayat made him to burst in tears.....

Rooking train wheels fast slowly.... young daughter oneside and lover - a shaped heart on other side... inevitable centimentals couldn't miss anyone.....hav to pick that train for her daughter, cant leave madhu as she s deserted in her life still nw.....

Confused, tears wetting his eyes..... Train rails away the station ...... Hero still in station...

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Referring nanyaar? blogroll.. i tagged this story tree to.,

1. Celia 2. Godolphin 3. Witchy angel

Life that Protrudes..

2005-10-27T19:39:00.000+05:30

A positive hope minded wealthy 18 yrs youngster, an outstanding pupil awarded every year for his academic aspects, a talative young poet with spirits to evoke inspirations among teens of his age, a honoured proudfull family background, a rhythamical singer, today as a migrated medical student with servefull heart..., like every thing nurtured through his lucks and talents, strenghtening him mentally healthy to evoke everything with confidence as he likes...........

Yeh I believd he's gonna to be the next inspirig hero 2 our generation...

Fate, what it means? what's its destination ? why it strikes.....?

Yeh, this destined fate never leaves him too...though today he's a medical student, abusing alcohols unlimitedly, cigars round the clock thought to die day by day being scared to prefer death in minutes than surving bodily, meaningless moaning in day half-sleeps, scaring about the imaginative dreams, deep thinkings ends in weeps in the early mornings for no reasons, wealthy enthusiastic poems and rhythamical words went like unclimbable peaks, parents love went in winds to the heavy stroms like abusing ..., like everything fadded

Do u believe that " A Fortunated love which often took him to the hopefull dreamlands of heaven" ..... is the poisonous reason for his detrimentalness?

Decidious stage of life defamed him in small age, deadlock moments throwing out his breath slowly, no debar, no struggle, even no hopes at last ...........

" The rose blooms 2day should fade 2morrow" ,Is this the philosophy rulling true here.... ?????????????

Throw ur hopefull words 4 ur beloved rehabilitative youngsters struggling 2day in society....

(I'm watching this true fact from dawn to dusk every day)

Hallucinations (manabrahmae.....sir)

2005-10-14T20:05:00.000+05:30

Sofia! yes sir.Call the Manager and arrange 4 the meeting right nw.... (after 10 minutes)."Sir every one s waiting at the meeting hall sir ... " Manager responsed MD.

" Dear staffs, let me give some brief words... well, our company had attained profit of 100 crores.... Appreciating all ur hardworks.... , thankx for this achivement, as a compliment hereby happily announcing u all, double the times salary increments....!!!"

Namma MD Jamson sir Thangam.... profit vanthathum increment tharen sonnaru..he did as he said...

Enna! jamson sir every one s happy .. but im not... whats special for me?enna di, siru, kiru, mornu.......respect balam irruku.. seri da jam ennaku enna special da?

Aie,ithu over di? seri solarathu kelu sylvia ........ en chellathukku oru sweet delightfull surprise.. enna temme quick, plz da chellam? wait pannu rachatsi...

Coming month i mean on 15th november its going to be

" Mr.Jamson samvel MD Weds Miss.Sylvia Pradeeppaul"

.......... really ..realy serisa plz sollu da, r u serious....? (jam with a true mercy face smiling slowly ... )
sylvia hugs him tightly with ecstasy...ippothanda nan romba happy ya irruken? (tears filled her eyes) seeing her face he was sparked in tears.....

As soon as he weeped, rubbed his face gently with handtissue... suddenly black and white screen for seconds and completely dark for next few seconds and then white light flashes sharply in his eyes..... with hands rubbing the eyes deeply, anxious to find a streetbulb above his head...

Starring allaround... finally he was jerked to consiousness after hallucinations to find the noisy street full of vehicles wheeling with flashing bulbs 2 his right and a ditch stagning with its characteristics plumsy smell 2 his left..... , yeh he was lying in the streets .....

Yeh "Dhinasari kasapana unmaigal avannkku kanmun vanthu thonrina"

In reality he s a thief, robbing frequently 4 his daily food, drinks 24hrs round the clock, always use to chuckle infront of police with crazy thoughts " ungalala ennapudika mudiyalayeeeeeee....... :( "

After a long breath ,a slughty laugh begins 2 continue seeing a police syran........." ungalala enna pudika mudiyalayeeeeeeeeee........ :( " asusually .