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 !!

Helsinki-Nordkapp-Tromso-Helsinki

One more time Norway hugged, welcomed and kept us warm. I hope she too knew that these memories will remain warm forever in me. One more impact from her,

“Kindness to Strangers”

We had an invitation from a Norwegian family there,  just when we stopped for taking some photos. The treatment we got was unforgettable. And thanks to Vivek for framing this sentence, actually the copyrights of the sentence goes to him. Otherwise i don’t know, may be i would have written 5 or 6 paragraph to explain how I felt about that experience.

Kudos, Kudos, Kudos to Norway !!!

Bending before the EGO

Tracing back a long way into the time i remember the first time recognition of the tree called expectations. For some good or bad reason it didn’t bother or i was too busy to get bothered at that time. Walking down a few years from that point i traced the same expectations during my teen age but this time i could recognize it was a bit strong now and having it roots in different points. Again one by one it got uprooted by itself  but not the taproot. As far as i could remember the tap root of the tree was growing deeper and deeper for approximately 5 years, a good time for it to grow strong enough. Incurring a heaving pain one fine day inside the walls of a cemetery uprooted the last tap root as well and had a feeling i am flying free and there is no more tree of expectation in my garden.

To prove all it was vain after almost 2 years, a little bit of chemical reaction im my mind showed me that those still exist, not necessarily in the form of  tree but as patterns i didn’t recognise for years,  playing a hide and hide game. I bow before you my ego and wish a day comes when i cross you forever and could enjoy my nudity rather than sitting crooked as this time. But one good about it as well, everytime i fight with you, then getting the pain, after the hard earned winning , those objects to which you were sticking seems to be more beautiful and glowing than ever.

Trend continues…

Trend continues…. something is pulling in more and more …. couldn’t figure out exactly what is…..sitting idle….. feeling like brain had stopped working….nothing is passed in or out of mind…. driving crazy….sitting in  no man’s land….nothings seems to be interesting….i don’t remember sitting this way for a long time…. with no clue what it is all, the only option got is to watch inside silently what it is all and to know exactly where the thorn is stuck ….. may the very being be on my side !!!!

Right now !!!

What am i doing right now !!! I dont have an answer !!!

Getting up in the morning, brushing, shitting, bathing, eating breakfast, dressing myself thats washed and ironed by someone, riding a bike all the way from house to office, reach office remove my helmet adjusting my hair style in my half broken rear mirror, getting into lift reaching 8th floor, same security, same smile, same card swipe, pull the chair, switch on only the monitor of already running mahcine, check mails, check mails, check mails, browse something, chit chat about everything from politics to terrorism to bush to

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).

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.