Listening to U

Share with me your happiness
and i will rejoice like a child, gleaming,
to help you remember YOUR moment.

Share with me your grief
and you have my shoulder
to rest your troubled heart.

And one day when you express it
and i don't respond...don't take me bad, O dear,
i am listening to U-the best one i can do.


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Telugu version can be read here

TiE ISB connect 2009

Thanking you...

Once upon a time in a little known village lived Laila and Romeo apparently unknown to each other for quite a long time. On a good romantic evening, in a mela, Romeo comes across Laila and ,love at first sight.., they fall in love with each other.As like most other pairs they used to meet secretly in fields, near lake side, exchange unspoken words through eyes but never let their elders know about their ripening love . In the course Romeo is forced to leave the village for some reasons to very far-off place but neither of them could bear the thought of being away from each other. So they agree to write to each other every three days and spend the interim days in  'sweet memories'. Months passed and they would write to each other daily instead every three. An hour delay in receiving letter from the partner and they would go desperate such was longing in them to listen form the other. Meanwhile the postman who delivers letters to Laila's village dies and his position is left unfilled. Since there was no postman there was no way that letters were exchanged. In the beginning Laila and Romeo suspected that something might have gone wrong and as days passed   with still no word from the other partner they began to feel that they were dumped...and alas they gave-up their love.....

Sadly pathetic- story and my narration as well. Isn't it ?

Driving  home, the point is 'writing letters',  letters in hard copies. When was the last time that you/we wrote a letter to your friend, relative, parents or to your love..... Oh c'mon man I must have sure gone nuts to ask for hand written letters in this electronic generation. I myself have never written one. So what, there's something beautiful about writing letters in hand and I like it and so am asking it. Beautiful because it is beneficial and informative. To prove the beneficial aspect of it let's remember the time we were in schools attending language classes. No other part is as scoring as letter writing one. Even if you could draft the skeleton of a typical letter, date on top right corner, 'to'  'from', 'Thanking You' parts and situational 'Yours sincerely' or 'Yours truly/lovingly',  you'll fetch enough marks and all you have to do is to use your imagination/talent whatever to fill the body. The informative part, I guess I needn't talk about what graphology is all about and how great a penned word conveys the emotion than a printed one. Your state is reflected in a hand written letter, the curves say it all....

Gone are the days when a matured love stuck Majnu would ink his feelings on a paper,wasting dozens of papers though , and try hard to give it to his Juliet without being observed by his/her friends, elders lest he face troubles. Today amid people very well acquainted with e-mails,chatting, addicted with SMS I still find some who are  lost at words even if it were addressing authorities asking for leaves, permissions etc..,they had even forgot the skeleton of a letter let alone  the content.
My hope to preserve this 'letter' now lies solely among those school going kids. It's only among them, to still remember how to write it and perhaps bring out majnus in them.....

Evolution of a miracle

Ever wondered what is the most amazing thing that took place in the creation...?

Life, Love, evolution of human... many answers sprout given a little thought.

But I personally feel for some reason that 'thinking' is the majestic phenomenon that happened, the phenomenon that changed the course of life on this planet and not just that, the 'thinking' has evolved just the  way life has evolved.  

Imagine what would it be if life didn't evolve physically to its present form but with ability to THINK. Most of the creatures would be ugly with fur allover, gigantic or pea sized or even with microscopic bodies or in the worst case life still struggling under water....

Also imagine the case where life  evolved physically just in terms of  mould of flesh but with no intelligence. Respiration and bodily movements would only then differentiate living form from the rest of the matter. In the former case progress were still possible even if bodily evolution was limited to tranformation into microscopic multi-cellular organism. In the later case, however, even sophisticated bodily evolution would not have made much difference. It would all be the same, all life forms exhibiting more or less same 'response' to changes taking place.

Thus the abstract phenomenon 'thinking' has major part in this creation. It is the major or I can say ,the only contributor for one species to dominate all other life forms on this planet. Not just it...thinking has evolved too. Primitive beings could act limitedly, their scope of thinking was limited to survival alone. As evolution took place both in bodily and phsycological terms dominance took a new turn. Species could use resources effectively to live, to escape, to dominate. It made possible for the beastily acts to step in much more complex horizons.....fine arts, music,tech advancements to name few.

The power to think and the evolution of it, not just from in primitive creatures to present day man but even in present form of the living beings thinking evolves as species age, has accomplished mammoth tasks that leave us in awe. The sheer power to think......

As a 'Romanian'

Be a roman when in Rome.. that is what is it is said, right? well, i seem to be far away from this. Living in land of 'red' flags,buildings, government...least to say, in Bengal i haven't learned to utter at least one complete sentence of the land ( with one exception of 'ami tomaki bhalobashi' taught way back by powerstar Pawan Kalyan  :)  ). Given the abundance of 'telugites' studying and living in and outside the college campus i've never felt any need to know about the  language of the hosts.

Nevertheless, to my surprise my newest interests are increasing in tamil. The audio player in ma lappy is playing tamil songs repeatedly for a couple of months, though i don't understand the lyrics mostly. Beginning with 'naaku muka' ('an dandra naaku muka.. naaku muka'... still on my lips) of 'Kadhalil Vizhundhen' the addiction went on with 'ponmagal vandaal' from AZHAGIYA THAMIZ MAGAN.

The latest development is addiction to three songs from Paiya, Vinnai Thnadi Varuvaaya (VTV), Kadhal Kondein. Composition by Rehman would be enough reason for VTV making into the palylist. The film is aslo made in telugu but performance of shimbu is far much better than nagachaiytanya's ( i prefer to play video songs to audio ones) and so my inclination has got another reason in this form..



Yuvan's 'En kadhal solla', 'Devathaiyai kanden' are simply superb..,especially the way he blends the drums.

 


and here's from kadhal kondaen

Runaway

I feel detached..., no attachements. I am all in myself.
I want to leave these surroundings, move somewhere where none recognises me.
I want to runway.

I was  laughing heartily and crying simutaneously, for seconds though.
I was feeling like god.

A walk in spring

i am in no mood to prepare for the exam tomorrow. unable to concentrate. feeling low for being unable to disclose myself. cowardice had upper hand on me.

Fed up with this, i went for a stroll around the hostel. The cool spring breeze seemed like welcome song. trees around me swayed as though dancing to the tune of the wind.

What if they could speak? they have been observing for long time, they have life. surely they would have lot of things to say. The pain they bore in scorching summer, the plight in rainy storms, the love and gratitude towards their caretaker, sense of insecurity when their neighbors were being felled....things they've held  within them. what if they could speak, break their silence.

As walked past them the moon gracefully seated himself among the stars. It was a beautiful scene to watch. I could spend my entire life looking at that picture. I realized that i fell in love. love with the nature,  love with everything that were beautiful. The smile of a baby, the starlit sky, the dancing trees, women , Einstein's equation and lot many....i am admiring them, i am awestruck at them,  i am loving them.

bla bla bla

what the hell is wrong with me. I am turning into an incredebly lazy idiot. would have been better have i been turning into the Aamir's  idiot though. don't see bit of hope in my  far far galaxy far future.
Attending classes as though iam showing mercy on the profs. Too busy to pen down my daily adventures (i'd feel happy if i called 'em so) in the dairy that i've boastingly began. Overwhelmingly lazy to call my pals. To listen to them when they call back......ohh that's become the wierd thing i'd face.

Something has to happen. i need a kick on my butt... i wanna get out of this.