For my Brothers and Sisters…

Let the soul of thousands lie in peace and let the burning wounds heal sooner. Hearty prayers for my brothers and sisters in Srilanka. I do not want to argue about anything from Prabhakaran’s death or war is same anywhere, etc etc… Just writing this out of an unrest in the mind for the past few days. I really dont know what the human race gonna achieve from killing people in bunches and bunches whatever be the reason behind. I am not an expert in biology or natgeo databases but I think human race will be the only race who can kill their own lakhs and lakhs of people just in the name of war. Be it Africa or be it Srilanka. And shame of US or UK or UN which are so called the protectors of world. FUCK you all. Just fed up of their philosophy of only people in America or people in power are eligible to live and all others are eligible to live on luck basis. For a single attack on US it still keeps on demolishing countries to prevent future attacks, whereas just giving objections reports in papers about lakhs and lakhs people being killed in other places of world for that doesn’t going to affect them. I am also shameful of I am part of this materialistic world and i really don’t know whats the solution. Its easy to say that this is how things and we have to accept, in fact i have told the same to few people but it doesn’t seem to be a convincing stuff. I am still not able to digest I am part of this materialistic world. Sorry my brothers and sisters all over the world who are undergoing this sufferings. Sorry for I am helpless. May your souls rest in peace, may ur souls not feel the pain ur body came across. All I can do here is sit in one corner of the world and pray for the rest of the alive friends though I am not sure if its gonna help. The reason that it hurts more for me about srilanka is that they speak the as me, in a way they have more affection towards my language, still they consider us, the people in Tamilnadu as their relatives. May be I am realizing the pain this time more closer.A knife or a bullet hurts everyone you, me or anyone either its from Pakistan or from Srilanka. Its getting too much and too much !!!

The so called God if at all you exist, please let not this happen in future !! Please save my borthers and sisters all over the world !! For there is no other point for you to exist !!

Walking in from nowhere

This is what happened on August 31 st, 2008 chennai marathon, walking in from nowhere. Though i got to know about chennai marathon couple of weeks ago i was not sure if i would be able to go for it b’coz of few other commitments. Anyways whatever in destiny will not be excused and finally two days before marathon i had decided to go for chennai half marathon covering 21.09 km. It was Mr. Arun fondly called as annen who first told me about the marathon run in chennai and that time he was in Helsinki. Finally he was here in chennai during the maraton time and this is how it started. Two of my friends Arun and Karthikeyan also joined us.

human are beautiful

Started a bit early today from house since i had some work in Arvind’s office @ thoraipakkam after which i had to reach my office. My helmet was drenched in yesterday’s rain, so the maximum place i could offer for it was the helmet lock. Added to the early morning, sun was also heating the road a little less. Roads were also not swallowed entirely by cars and two wheelers as it used to during the peak hours. With Raja’s song in iPod and @ only 35-40 km/hr speed it was pleasant to ride my discover bike. All my way i could see human are beautiful ,

1. A brahmin old man was worshipping the morning sun with his arms raised and eyes closed,

2. A girl while crossing the road stopped half the way, closing her eyes by seeing the vehicles coming and opening her one eye after a fraction of seconds,

A Roadside Painter, Chennai, India.

Time: 8:30 pm.

Location: Guindy station, Chennai.

No one has to elaborate the city traffic at this time in this place. At this place i was in a need to find a place for parking the bike somewhere, since i need to wait for my friend siva and to pick him home. While searching for a parking place, i passed by a road-painting of Sai Baba and a lady collecting the coins thrown by the people crossing it. She was also adjusting the colours slightly at times. Having noticed this in many places i was really interested in knowing their living. So found some place, finally parked my bike and thought i would get into some conversation with the painter women there.I just came near the painting and kept watching for sometime. Few people crossed the place putting some money over the painting and few even stopped to pray to the painting of Sai Baba. By this time the source of light that she kept near got dimmed and she was getting the next one ready. Actually she was burning rolled piece of torn political posters that were posted nearby one by one as a light source(I was happy that these poster atleast has this use).

One evening at T-Nagar and Indian GDP(gross domestic product)

A week after the grand Diwali celebration i was going to meet a friend in T-nagar and waiting for her near the famous Renganathan street. The end of Diwali didn’t give much a rest to the all time busy street and it was crowded that day too. There came a woman with a child in her hand begging in the street . She went to a guy asking for the money telling him about her poverty and stuffs as she does to everyone all the 365 days. As a reply neither he gave some money nor sent her away but told her that he cannot give money but he can get something for her and the child to eat . Hearing that she became so happy and with a small hesitation asked “Sir, can you buy two ice creams”. That guy just smiling to himself got those ice creams , gave it to them and walked away . As a background score to all this, i was able to hear a guy selling newspaper “Interesting news sir , Indian GDP has reached ever high 9 point, …… ” , “Interesting news sir , Indian GDP has reached ever high 9 point, ……”

Some unanswered questions !!!!

Things written down are just whatever i came across in the evening of June 7th 2007 at LautaSarri ,Helsinki.
Sitting by the backwaters of Baltic Sea i was watching around the excellent cat walk of nature ,the breezy wind, concert of birds as a farewell to that days sun(set), green enlightenment of the leaves after their months of meditation inside the trees, what more is needed to mesmerize someone. Just when i was about to lie down on one of the rocks there ,i heard someone speaking around(rarely people will come to that place). Since he spoke Finish i gave only a smile because only thing i understood is its Finnish and not what it is.