Igloo house-So Chill with hug and thud

When I step down from the local vehicle(so called TOWN bus), the first feel which ponders in my heart-Heaven. Don’t ask me ‘Have you been to heaven before?’. Nay.Nay. I hallucinate myself  as if I’ve stepped into the heaven. By the way, where did I get down? It’s the place where I have been born and brought up. Enthusiasm filled  me to step my feet for about 30 feet forward until I reached an Igloo. Why am I referring the place as Igloo?  If you live(love) a place under chill and wintery  weather(hearts of persons in it), then it’s called as Igloo.

                A heartless and simple woman appeared in front of me when I stepped in. Yes indeed, she is my ‘MOM’. And what the heck is that heartless? If a person lives and abides by his heart can be called as Hearted person. If one gives away their couple of articles to her daughters and ventricles to her sons and lives and thrives only for them should only be called as –A heartless being. “Had your Dinner? Dine in the table at once even if you had it. Boost or Horlicks?(Still we are kids though we are in our 20’s in her motherhood dictionary)”. “Mom! I am not getting sleep”. The reply, “Read a book for about 5 mins by lying in the bed”. From that day, that’s my tactic act to get sleep at once. She incubated me; pained for me; nursed me; nurtured me; cares for me; cries for me and most of all, she loves me than anyone in this world could. What am I going to give her in return?

            An audacity and docile person dined along with me in silence whom I consider the first citizen in my life. My only hero; my guide; my mentor; my tutor, my motivator. He who prevails in your heart always even though he keeps a distance at you must be called as –DAD. But he comes into my picture only at times of crisis and mental distress. The reason for my visit to the igloo- I am in crisis. “The Interview which I faced yesterday was a flop”. And the reply, “When does the semester exam starts? Not riding bike in city right? ”. No way. What’s this reply? “DAD! My interview?”. He, with a grin face, “You came all the way to say this?  Vittu poda(RIP it and Move on man)”. Peace filled my heart but fear occupied the most. The reason- What am I going to pay him in return?

             Two persons lied in the floors with me-one at the left and the other to my right. Character of a person depends on his/her brought up and the environment he/she is thrown in. This criterion, So called character was well taken into care by the person lying to my left. Mindful watching; Strict at times; Emotions sometimes; teacher who taught me how to pray (but I did and doing it just for her sake); getting assured of my health. Hey wait wait. Whom am I insisting? SISTER. The elder one. “I have more dreams flowing in my mind if I think of this fellow”-the words which would shower out of her mouth if you ask about me. Confidence is a mere word but attaining it is the hardest thing to accumulate in one’s self. It is being taken care, still caring it but couldn’t achieve to ponder it within me by the person lying to my right. Seeded me the art of reading books; Motivated me to scribble some shabby stories; Boosted me to enter into cine field and achieve something (but I cared only for ‘Boost’ and left out ‘ted’). By the way, who’s that? My second elder SISTER. “Try Journalism; Or Direction; Or story writing; Achieve something”. But I never cared of. I would say, I would be one of the luckiest to get them in my life. Yes again, what would be my part in their life?

              I woke up and went to the upstairs. Does Igloo have any upstairs? Of course. My Igloo does have upstairs. None stood beside me but I imagined myself someone is in front of me though he is some 150kms far from me. Who is he? The person who stood up and took care of my Igloo’s reputation to some sort which I failed to do so; person who speaks out rarely; person with innate talents; we do share a lot not by words but through silence. He is none other than my younger BRO. I can’t write more about him and don’t ask me why. Since that’s the way we are and it’s quite complicated.

  Out of 6, 5 characters came around ‘I’ and who is that ‘I’? What’s his position? Who is he in that Igloo? All he could say is it’s a hypothetical question He said it’s the heaven with hugs and thud. True. What ‘I’ is gonna do to the Igloo? Only Time would decide it.

                   "Bound with Love and affection-It’s the place called HOME”

Oh my Love!

It’s as sharp as your eyes

It’s as deep as your vision

It’s as keen as your ears

What’s it my sweet heart?

It’s your own heart Oh my Love!

It’s so simple as that

It’s so complicated than that

It’s so genuine  as this

What’s that and this my darling?

It’s your flawless words and speech Oh my Love!

It’s for your happiness I run

It’s for your life I chase

It’s for your sophistication I starve

Why do I do all these my honey?

It’s for your LOVE upon me oh my Love!

Are you near me my dear?

Where do you stay my Love?

How do you look my better one?

Wherever you are, however you are –You are always

My dearer Oh my Love!

[NOTE: The above crap is neither a poem nor a prose. Its just a mere scribbling]

Bl!ssful moments!

Life persuades us to an extent to step forward but dissuades us most of the time. Is it so? Or do we hallucinate ourselves whether we are persuaded or dissuaded. “Happiness and Sadness”- Do these stay  as an instinct in one’s own life?. Whatever it is, it’s all part and parcel of our life. Let me cite out certain Blissful moments in one’s life(From a man’s point of view since I am a zero in reading women’s threaded mind). Here I go and I caution you not to proceed if you are in Happy mood .(Since I can’t bear people yelling at me ‘Go to Hell’ ). People aching in heart and soul do enter in.

At times of crisis, at moments of detachment, at seconds of drop of a tear which each and everyone would’ve underwent (undergoing)in their life speaks out they are in deep trouble. The best solution to this was, is, will be, Solitude. In solitude, I was thinking

that all they need is a puff with a Tobacco content in their left fingers and a beer  with 6% alcohol at their right. Am I right?  If so, sooner I would be packed to hell. Then what’s the alternative? That is where I am nearing in. Here I come with a bang. Simple. MUSIC. If one feels lonely, detached, at the verge of cry then try it out with a solemnity of hearing MUSIC of one’s own taste. Music cannot cure the deficiency or disease at soul though, but could console and bring peace at that moment. Be it Beethovan or Akon, Ilayaraja or ARR, Yuvan or GV, feel the bliss and sense of relaxation.

Imagine a situation where a Graduate(May be myself) comes out of the Interview after being chucked out. The reason?  Due to the below program.

If(I >Technical skill)

begin

 {

      Selection<= Lets discuss the  package

      elseif(I < Technical skill)

      Selection<=Exit or Shall I shit at you.

      elseif(I =Technical skill)

      Selection<= Come up with 5 year’s experience

 }

end if.

He exits with great anger and frustration not towards the interviewer but towards himself. The exit landed him in his living room where he caught hold of the sight of a Carrom Board . Though he was not a pro in it ,for about 30 minutes or so, solo  play went on.  Later it turned on with an opponent which resulted in end of game within 4

moves. Who had won???  The Graduate.  Again it tuned to 4 member game and still the game  ended within 3 move arounds. Yet again Victory sat on The Graduates head. If one aspect  fails, turn up  the anger towards your interest and  incur the bliss in you. This is not a fiction story spun but a real incident cited out with experience.

If one is disturbed greatly in mind (not the disturbance due to Love I am insisting) , needs a certain clarification, then there must be a person, close enough to share their thoughts and views. This would make that person to sort out any circumstances as clear as crystal. Whom do I refer as the closest one?  A FRIEND. A close FRIEND.

Be it a person of our  gender or of opposite one, everything comes your way if they sit for you. If not near you, may be from far end either by chat or by their silence. A chat from a friend of one’s opposite gender until midnight  proves to be genuine only if it’s a healthy talk. Yes indeed. The world may utter ill talk at you. Yet, do not miss your close ones. It’s definite that you will come out of any disturbances if you have one of those. The end result- Bliss empowers both the giver and the benefitter. 

Here is the climax. The ultimate happiness which a youth might undergo is bound within 3 words-“I LOVE YOU(?!+-*/)”. Gone.  Everything would  stop  for a moment  if this is thrown to a guy. He then starts these:

Sun near the moon

Moon near the stars

Stars near the galaxy

I am near you

But your glowing face is  nowhere near to us.

You stopped me from becoming a  pervert

You taught me what is real Love

You converted me from a youth  to man

Hence I promise you, I will be near you always only for you.

I bet you this is not blabbered by me from real experience but a fictious one. This feel of bliss hasn’t been experienced by me. If anyone has, please cherish it and for others wait for your turn as I  am waiting.

By the way who am I?  Just forget about me and if you had completed this blog , make a sigh of relief for at least you would have experienced any of these blissful moments. Always do remember,

‘Happiness dwells in heart. But this moment would vanish soon. So, cherish it to core”

"DUMMY BIT" Theory

 Get into the street; a muddy and rusty one; or a serene and calm one. What do we find? We find in the street, instantly, what we were looking for. That’s the purpose of our visit to the street right.  Be it finding a youth’s love; be it a women’s favourite saree; be it a cricket ball in the ditch. Imagine the happiness that dwells within one’s self after finding their respective belongings. But, are those the permanent happiness?  I don’t think so. Now Swap. Be it a youth’s love ditched half way after finishing off everything (just love I meant); be it a woman with her ex-love gets caught red handed by her better half. What are these? Just RIP it and where does the real happiness lie. Here I go with my unworthy theory, so called “DUMMY BIT” theory.

 Passion, a mystery in everyone’s heart is very hard to find and if so did, it’s hard to accomplish. Why do we wander and ponder behind our passion?   For ultimate happiness I suppose. 

“DUM” Equation:

Case 1:

Self- Confidence + Optimistic = Thriving passion--------------------------(1)

Fig 1:  Transcient analysis for Infinite Happiness

  Happiness lies eternally, within one’s self only when his/her passion is pursued and achieved.

                                                                              

Case 2:

If Self-confidence is null then,

0 + Optimistic = Passion prevails dormant--------------------- (2)

                                                  Fig 2:  Transcient analysis for pull down Happiness

Case 3:

If both are void, then

0+0 = Bounded happiness--------------------- (3)  

         

                                            Fig 3:  Transcient analysis for bounded Happiness

  

 Happiness is bounded to a limit and does not exist and it vanishes. The reason – Refer eq (1)(2)&(3)

“MY” Equation:(It’s MY present equation- sorry position)

Self-disbelief + pessimistic = Deteriorating passion---------------- (4)

                                        Fig 4:  Transcient analysis for diminished  Happiness

Consider if a person acquires this golden and blessed equation, then the passion which he aspired for, greatly deteriorates in negative side exponentially. I do not want to discourage you by elaborating my position to you before I am made fun of.

“DUMMY BIT” theory

So, if one wants to be the happiest  person- Follow (1).  How to follow (1) ?. Simple. Go behind  two steps:

Step 1: Forget about the passion .Roam and fool around as you wish.

Step 2: Do find a friend(If boy catch a girl. If girl snatch a boy)/Well-wisher/ Best friend(of any gender).   Do hear those advice a  bit and follow it sincerely- only if  that advice is for our betterment.

By the way, am I writing something philosophical and boring topic over here?  If so, treat this “DUMMY BIT ” as a dummy one. Give a try by uttering a vulgar word and exit. If not, if you are gonna follow (1) or (4), follow it sincerely.

Help and get kicked-Do good anyway

The good you do to your fellow being - not an inborn quality but good thoughts in you does so. The help you offer to people- not an inborn morality but learnt from others. Are these qualities a defect in one’s self? Are these moralities becoming a dump-dung nowadays? I do not know but here I go with it anyways.

I tried my level best not to see that terrible mess over of a two wheeler into a barricade but it caught hold of my sight; Alongside a Highway near my sweet home. My sense urged me to run to the spot immediately and lift the victim and I did. Blood oozed out from his forehead and in no time his state became unconscious. My neighbour too tried to lift the victim yet again but in vain. Reason: We were warned not to get near him. My neighbour with great difficulty poured water but still the victim remained motionless. Wait until the Ambulance and the guards arrive? Offer help at crisis- you are tied with a small thread, sorry threat.

I stood there crushed, squeezed amidst people in a local bus unable to breathe in. A lady with her child on her hip also felt uncomfortable and tired notwithstanding the suffocation. I, being a soft-hearted person (!) requested her to give the child to someone who is seated. But, a man near me whispered in my ears, “Don’t utter such words. If the child’s ornaments are lost or taken away you’ll be responsible for it”. Perturbation filled me. Do good to others- You are in trouble and pissed off.

 So, I came to a conclusion that if you are good- be good to yourself. Or else you are kicked. Sense of oneness-Don’t ever think of it. Always get under one roof; the roof of selfishness. Where does this world heading towards? But , a close buddy of mine would always urge me to this:

                                                                                        A+B+C=D

                                   Where A= Think good

                                              B=Act Good

                                              C=Do good and Help others

                                              D= Peace fills your life.

So, instead of grumbling, whatever the circumstances-Do good anyway even if you are kicked and see the certain bliss in you.

Fever has just started and already acquired the deadly syndrome

It all started with DLF and now it’s been handed over to Pepsi. Started with 8 teams and moving on with 9. And strategic time out at regular intervals definitely not for the spectator though; Numbered as 1 and it’s been currently counted as 6. Started with a famous lead chairman but now changed with a new one.

Everywhere I move, outside, its been raining praises, thundering curses and critics to the core from all the Cric freaks about about the CRIC TOURNAMENT commenced few days before. When I enter my living room, it’s been showering sixes and fours on all post evenings. Yes indeed, being one of those Cric freaks , I thoroughly enjoy it. Still enjoying it leaving away all my undone jobs at stack. What a creature I am? What is the job that I am referring to? Cric is my all sort of job right(!).

Enjoy while playing; Happy in watching; Mind blowing critics. Not mentioning cheer leaders though since I ignore and hate that sort of cheering. Definitely a worthwhile job to be cheered up, praised and patted. Fatigued franchise, short-tempered persons in and outside the field, reduction of spectators wallet from thick to thin, shout between members of the family in all living rooms quarreling for the mad box. The consequences are heavy and heart breaking but still I ponder into it very deep.

Here I shout GO GO GO. Later Going, Going and gone. But the very next morning everything had gone. Yes, the job which I depend for thriving in this world for the survival is  gone. Even then , here I am, writing this after acquiring this deadly syndrome also enjoying it since this is not a curable syndrome. Who am I? Absolutely its I. Be happy and extend a sigh of relief that this syndrome has not affected you and if so join with me to lose something as a loser.

Weary weather, Mixed Situations, Reaction???

In this Global Warming earth, analyzing status of people do exist at an increasing temperature and I, being a common man is no exception in it.

As far as my eye could see, a short, lean man in his early 50's was wandering here and there near a bus stop in search of shade on a Sunny morning around 11(a small board named BUS STOP symbolized it as stop wherein pupil stood in attention and stand-at-ease position swetting). Alas he could spot a tree nearby some 20m distance and occupied a shady place to wipe away his swet. His appearance taught me he might run a middle class family with his month end salaries.

Yet again, as near as my eyes could see, an esteemed car , with a sturdy man in his suit stopped near the tree. I could clearly say ,the man sitting in the AC was unaware of the global warming that's happening outside his world of car.

 And now, my witty mind started comparing both these fellow citizens which is the human nature. Rich get richer and the poor get poorer(though its a cinematic dialogue) ,I stood there confused as to which state I come in and I consoled myself as half to the swet and the other half to the AC. But wat kept me engaged to watch them more??  The Swet man was in a state of extreme happiness conveying over his 1100 Nokia mobile that he's on the way to see his new born grand child(Can't an common man hav mobile?) whereas the AC man, with tears in his eyes had  covered his face after hearin sumthing over his Samsung S3.

There I, standing on seeing their mixed feelings came to a conclusion that wateva may be the status, its the situation that makes them an usual or unusual character  after all we are all humans. The only thing that humans must know at all situations is that This time would pass away.

By the way WHO AM I??   who knows, it might be you who must ve crossed this scene n your career of life.