Have you ever thought that all you think that is happening around you is false. Something like, whatever ur eyes see & perceive to be are not actually what they are. Like for instance- the colour 'red' might actually be 'blue' & 'blue' as something else. The shape of an object for instance- 'cube' could actually be 'sphere', yet your sensory & visionary organs work together to provide an entirely different illustration of the object shape.
எனது தமிழ் ஒன்றும் குறை அற்றது அல்ல.
Do you think what u just read was just tamil? Read it again and see.
What you read above is a coded script which tells about how important a human's soul is. Whatever you see is an encripted form which has a lot of truth hidden behind it. There is nothing as coincidence. If you are reading this post of mine, there is a sole reason behind it. There is a destiny to which you are contributing a small part for it without ever realising that you are doing it.
Would you believe if i say that u have bought this electronic gadget which you are operating right now, to read this at this particular time? Believe me! It is true. You are the chosen one. I know you very well. I've been watching you for the past 5 years. I've seen you smile, cry & sleep. Do not be guarded. Who i am is of no importance now. What is important is that you have to remember the tamil script & use it when you have to. Dont worry. You will know when to. This post is viewable only by you. For no one else will this post seem to exist. Now read the tamil script once again & continue.
Now this website will vanish & a new portal will occur.
PS: If that didnt happen, you shall see me now standing behind you. Now turn immediately.
PPS: You gotta be kidding! How can you be such a bonehead, huh?
PPPS: That sure was a laughing riot for me! Your comments are most welcome :) Link this post to your friends & see how many are stupid or i wonder if you are the brilliant ones who guessed it right from the begining...
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
topography
Topography - one word i could never get enough of hating! i totally s*** at it. I went by the same route to my school for 13 yrs. Yet it was only by the 14th yr (ie., my 12th) did i really know to go by my own to my school. Can u imagine that? huh.. Each time i go onroad, i tend to view everything around as just rows of buildings & scenary. Each showing its own uniqueness on the way its built.
Even then it makes me amaze on myself, on how my mind actually interprets the surrounding on a mystical way as to refuse to align them as it does for others. Interesting it is..
The strange thing is, each time i went by the same route to my school, it always seemed new for me & i used to watch the roadside with such eager eyes as how one would for a new place. Guess its a good thing then ;-)
Even then it makes me amaze on myself, on how my mind actually interprets the surrounding on a mystical way as to refuse to align them as it does for others. Interesting it is..
The strange thing is, each time i went by the same route to my school, it always seemed new for me & i used to watch the roadside with such eager eyes as how one would for a new place. Guess its a good thing then ;-)
Monday, November 2, 2009
International trade - contd.
What i was trying to tell by being both good & bad is that, we can never characterize a person completely. No one is basically bad or good. We all do mistakes & rectify them. We all are the same. The percentile of a particular character in a person is never fully apprehensible. We humans are pretty complex by nature. Whatever we do, how much ever - hero, villain or sidekick kind of character we might be in a situation, it proves nothing. The roles we play in our lives are boundless & infinite. Anything that is finite ie., the knowledge we possess, when compared to the infinite ie., the rest of the knowledge yet to be acquired, will become nothing ie., zero. This is fairly a basic math equation, (x / infinity) = 0.
So what i've been trying to tell by all these explanations is that, i simply hate it when someone describes themselves with a particular character (eg.: brave, knowledgeable, affectionate, etc..) for i know that they also possess the anti-characters of what they have mentioned (eg.: shy, ignorant, detesting someone, etc..). So the next time you wanna say about yourself better think twice. Or you could just say whatever you feel like, who cares? After all, whatever you say or do is just gonna sum upto a nothing - '0' somehow, while being compared with the rest you could have said - infinity.
So what i've been trying to tell by all these explanations is that, i simply hate it when someone describes themselves with a particular character (eg.: brave, knowledgeable, affectionate, etc..) for i know that they also possess the anti-characters of what they have mentioned (eg.: shy, ignorant, detesting someone, etc..). So the next time you wanna say about yourself better think twice. Or you could just say whatever you feel like, who cares? After all, whatever you say or do is just gonna sum upto a nothing - '0' somehow, while being compared with the rest you could have said - infinity.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
International trade
We watch movies which has a variety of characters being portrayed. But its interesting to observe the fact that we would have been all of these characters in some part of our lives. To say more clearly, we have a part of all the characters being emphasized in a movie. Just like a heroine/ hero, we sometimes stand for justice, help others and revolutionize; like a sidekick, help the hero with advices & support and be the reason for some of the situations to arise without our knowledge; like a villian, sometimes fall for greed & pride, express contempt for others & also plot (times at which the human brain is used most articulately), etc..
Truth is, u cannot refuse any of the above. Probably you could say that you exhibit some of the characters more frequently & some others scarcely. But you still be them all at some point of time which cannot be disregarded. Let me illustrate this fact by stating some examples..
P.S.: Oops! let me warn you. You are not going to find anything related to the topic here. Think its a bit late for that now. You must have guessed that by now... Just that i felt like giving some hideous title ;-)
Truth is, u cannot refuse any of the above. Probably you could say that you exhibit some of the characters more frequently & some others scarcely. But you still be them all at some point of time which cannot be disregarded. Let me illustrate this fact by stating some examples..
- You have a colleague in your workplace, whom you are jealous of for sometime. So one day, you hide an important file which he should submit in the upcoming meeting, resulting in the colleague being fired by your boss, for not having been responsible & incurring losses to the company.
- You travel in a bus & there is a passenger standing aside you with a heavy bag while you are sitting. The person wishes that you would be kind enough to have his bag for sometime, but is reluctant to ask it straight. You know very well whats in his head, yet you feel "Why should i bear someone else's weight? After all i paid for my seat & i have all the right to occupy the seat for myself alone".
- You have an acquaintance in your office (Note: not a friend) & have heard of some rumour that that person is having some a hard time, being financially bankrupt. When he reluctantly approaches you for help with some reasonably high amount, you help him with the atmost you could do knowing that the person is basically of good nature.
- You go to your garden & notice a cockroach crawl a couple of feet ahead of you. You detest cockroach to the core & yet you just let it go off without stamping & killing it.
P.S.: Oops! let me warn you. You are not going to find anything related to the topic here. Think its a bit late for that now. You must have guessed that by now... Just that i felt like giving some hideous title ;-)
Friday, October 30, 2009
To Eat... (part-3) - comments
I donno wats the prob with the comment posting for - to eat (part-2). So if u r interested to post a comment, please do it under this post. Im sorry for the inconvenience provided.
To Eat... (part-3) - comments
I donno wats the prob with the comment posting for - to eat (part-2). So if u r interested to post a comment, please do it under this post. Im sorry for the inconvenience provided.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Mission abort
There are sometimes when u feel that the whole world is wrecking into pieces and everything is not the way it is supposed to be. Im in one such situation. My mom has gone to her native leaving me incharge of the house. Every time when i get to be the housekeeper, i feel like having a constant ping in the stomach from that moment till she arrives back. The very thought that its me who has to answer the next call or open the door when someone knocks makes me totally restless.
Yet, there are many hilarious occasions during this "incharge" work. In the morning, i had to go to the terrace to take some dry clothes. When i first opened the terrace grill gate, felt there was something wrong in the atmosphere. I just took a few steps & a couple of crows appeared & started to caw unusually loud. As i just waited for a few minutes to observe, many crows started appearing. I got a bit scared to walk across the terrace, so returned back. Then i asked my bro to fetch the clothes for me narrating what happened there. After listening, he ridiculed me on being afraid of crows (muttering it should be the other way round) & went to the terrace. After some time i heard a lot of noices (probably he was trying to throw something at the crow to frighten it off) & returned empty handed with a grim on his face (There goes his heroism act, flying in the air. Its my time to ridicule him now. Aha!). Then, we both decided to go together & accomplish the task. We tried to shoo it off by making sounds which didnt prove effective. So we decided to throw something near the bird such that it wont hit it, but would frighten it. We started with small things like plant's twigs, clibs, etc., & nothing seemed to work. In a haste, my bro took an empty deodrant bottle & threw aiming at it, which passed very nearer to the crow & landed at the hospital present at the back of my house. We both rushed downstairs, hearing someone yelling at the backyard of the hospital.
After half an hour we went to the terrace & found that the crow was still in the same place with its peers flying above the terrace. Also, we found something else too - the deodrant bottle which we threw along with a couple of empty platic drip bottles. Then, we realised the best thing to do for that time is - "Mission abort".
Yet, there are many hilarious occasions during this "incharge" work. In the morning, i had to go to the terrace to take some dry clothes. When i first opened the terrace grill gate, felt there was something wrong in the atmosphere. I just took a few steps & a couple of crows appeared & started to caw unusually loud. As i just waited for a few minutes to observe, many crows started appearing. I got a bit scared to walk across the terrace, so returned back. Then i asked my bro to fetch the clothes for me narrating what happened there. After listening, he ridiculed me on being afraid of crows (muttering it should be the other way round) & went to the terrace. After some time i heard a lot of noices (probably he was trying to throw something at the crow to frighten it off) & returned empty handed with a grim on his face (There goes his heroism act, flying in the air. Its my time to ridicule him now. Aha!). Then, we both decided to go together & accomplish the task. We tried to shoo it off by making sounds which didnt prove effective. So we decided to throw something near the bird such that it wont hit it, but would frighten it. We started with small things like plant's twigs, clibs, etc., & nothing seemed to work. In a haste, my bro took an empty deodrant bottle & threw aiming at it, which passed very nearer to the crow & landed at the hospital present at the back of my house. We both rushed downstairs, hearing someone yelling at the backyard of the hospital.
After half an hour we went to the terrace & found that the crow was still in the same place with its peers flying above the terrace. Also, we found something else too - the deodrant bottle which we threw along with a couple of empty platic drip bottles. Then, we realised the best thing to do for that time is - "Mission abort".
Monday, October 19, 2009
To Eat... (part-2)
(Continued from To Eat... (part-1) )
After mixing the best combination possible with the dishes, i have to intake them. This is another big work being done.
The process of digestion is quite a tedious one. After putting the food in my mouth, i've gotta chew & chew & chew using as much saliva secretion as possible to make it to a sticky state. Then swallow it through the long wind pipe & push it into the stomach, where all sorts of gastric juices are secreted & the acidic reaction of the semi-soluble food starts.
After this process, all the energy & fat that can be used by the body are taken & the rest are excreted after many treatments of filtration (which i think would become too much if described)
Although, i always have some doubts regarding this digestion process... Hoping that u would try to resolve my incertitudes, i enlist them as follows...
After mixing the best combination possible with the dishes, i have to intake them. This is another big work being done.
The process of digestion is quite a tedious one. After putting the food in my mouth, i've gotta chew & chew & chew using as much saliva secretion as possible to make it to a sticky state. Then swallow it through the long wind pipe & push it into the stomach, where all sorts of gastric juices are secreted & the acidic reaction of the semi-soluble food starts.
After this process, all the energy & fat that can be used by the body are taken & the rest are excreted after many treatments of filtration (which i think would become too much if described)
Although, i always have some doubts regarding this digestion process... Hoping that u would try to resolve my incertitudes, i enlist them as follows...
- The chewing we do in our mouth can be considered as the priliminary stage of digestion. How do we realise that the food we are chewing has reached its state to be swallowed before swallowing?
- How did we learn to chew for the first time when we were young?
- Is it possible that people have different chewing time? ie., does some chew the same quantity of food for a long time compared to others?
- Sometimes when we swallow the food (like curd rice) without chewing, it wouldnt upset the stomach. Still the normal digestion & excretion process takes place. In that case, what kinds of food would be suitable to swallow without chewing (excluding fluids ie.,)?
- Energy crisis is prevailing in this world. If our body can convert the food into energy, cant we find some ways to tap the energy & use it for compensating the energy crisis?
- Since eating involves such elaborate process, cant we just have some pills which would give energy & subdue hunger? By this process a lot of energy for food processing can be conserved & there wont be any need to grow vegetables or livestocks...
To Eat... (part-2)
After mixing the best combination possible with the dishes, i have to intake them. This is another big work being done.
The process of digestion is quite a tedious one. After putting the food in my mouth, i've gotta chew & chew & chew using as much saliva secretion as possible to make it to a sticky state. Then swallow it through the long wind pipe & push it into the stomach, where all sorts of gastric juices are secreted & the acidic reaction of the semi-soluble food starts.
After this process, all the energy & fat that can be used by the body are taken & the rest are excreted after many treatments of filtration (which i think would become too much if described)
Although, i always have some doubts regarding this digestion process... Hoping that u would try to resolve my incertitudes, i enlist them as follows...
The process of digestion is quite a tedious one. After putting the food in my mouth, i've gotta chew & chew & chew using as much saliva secretion as possible to make it to a sticky state. Then swallow it through the long wind pipe & push it into the stomach, where all sorts of gastric juices are secreted & the acidic reaction of the semi-soluble food starts.
After this process, all the energy & fat that can be used by the body are taken & the rest are excreted after many treatments of filtration (which i think would become too much if described)
Although, i always have some doubts regarding this digestion process... Hoping that u would try to resolve my incertitudes, i enlist them as follows...
- The chewing we do in our mouth can be considered as the priliminary stage of digestion. How do we realise that the food we are chewing has reached its state to be swallowed before swallowing?
- How did we learn to chew for the first time when we were young?
- Is it possible that people have different chewing time? ie., does some chew the same quantity of food for a long time compared to others?
- Sometimes when we swallow the food (like curd rice) without chewing, it wouldnt upset the stomach. Still the normal digestion & excretion process takes place. In that case, what kinds of food would be suitable to swallow without chewing (excluding fluids ie.,)?
- Energy crisis is prevailing in this world. If our body can convert the food into energy, cant we find some ways to tap the energy & use it for compensating the energy crisis?
- Since eating involves such elaborate process, cant we just have some pills which would give energy & subdue hunger? By this process a lot of energy for food processing can be conserved & there wont be any need to grow vegetables or livestocks...
Friday, October 16, 2009
To Eat... (part-1)
Eating is vital for the sustenance of human life on earth. People love to eat regardless of its necessity. But somehow, i dont like to eat. Let me describe the aversion i have towards it and the reason for my aversion.
I find the whole process of eating to be a complicated one. First, the processing of food- watching mom being in the kitchen for nearly half of the day, toiling hard to prepare & pack food for each member of the family as per their requirements. Each day, my mom would come and ask "What to prepare?" and everytime i would give the same response - "Anything ma. Its ur wish". After a long time of controversies created by the amount of ingredients & vegetables available and the previous inferences given by the family members on the dishes made, my mom comes to a conclusion of making some boring south indian dish.
After all these manoeuvers by my mom, when she serves the food on the table and calls upon to eat, the thought of washing hands & walking towards the table to initiate the process of eating, makes me feel utterly lazy. Hence, i wait for an hour or so to get rid of the laziness which is the time by which, she would be in the peak of her anger and call my name with a high pitch adequate for the neighbours to hear as well.
Once i reach the part of sitting in front of the plate, here comes the role of strategical analysis. First, i have to go through all the dishes available & differentiate whichever i like & i dont like. If the dishes i like are more in number comparatively, i may have to plan the quantity of each dish to have, such that it doesnt exceed the maximum i could possibly eat.
Next come the fragile part of serving the food to my plate. Somehow, the invention of a spoon seems inadequate for me to serve effectively. Each time i lift a spoon, i spill some dish on the table or into other dishes. The worst thing is when it spills into my cup of water (makes me reluctant to drink water for the rest of the eating time). But when it spills into someone else's cup, there lies the fun part. I know it, but they dont and they end up drinking the mixture of food & water and realise it only after a while, when the cup is becoming empty. I would happily notice their irritated face on seeing some rice at the bottom of the cup from which they've been drinking all along. So, ends the serving phase with some mischievous smiles.
The main process of eating begins now. Generally, Indians like to mix the dishes and eat. I am a true Indian & a good innovator as well. Hence, i try to make all possible combinations of the food available & enjoy my talent. Some of my famous such innovations are - Kesari with Chutney, Saambhar with banana, Payaasam with curry rice, Curd rice with smashed boiled egg... (Dont look like that.. I dont do this very often.. Just like, once in a week or so only... I am quite considerate of others who eat along with me too..)
Since i feel this post is going to be lengthy, i thought i shall post it by part....
To Eat - will continue...
I find the whole process of eating to be a complicated one. First, the processing of food- watching mom being in the kitchen for nearly half of the day, toiling hard to prepare & pack food for each member of the family as per their requirements. Each day, my mom would come and ask "What to prepare?" and everytime i would give the same response - "Anything ma. Its ur wish". After a long time of controversies created by the amount of ingredients & vegetables available and the previous inferences given by the family members on the dishes made, my mom comes to a conclusion of making some boring south indian dish.
After all these manoeuvers by my mom, when she serves the food on the table and calls upon to eat, the thought of washing hands & walking towards the table to initiate the process of eating, makes me feel utterly lazy. Hence, i wait for an hour or so to get rid of the laziness which is the time by which, she would be in the peak of her anger and call my name with a high pitch adequate for the neighbours to hear as well.
Once i reach the part of sitting in front of the plate, here comes the role of strategical analysis. First, i have to go through all the dishes available & differentiate whichever i like & i dont like. If the dishes i like are more in number comparatively, i may have to plan the quantity of each dish to have, such that it doesnt exceed the maximum i could possibly eat.
Next come the fragile part of serving the food to my plate. Somehow, the invention of a spoon seems inadequate for me to serve effectively. Each time i lift a spoon, i spill some dish on the table or into other dishes. The worst thing is when it spills into my cup of water (makes me reluctant to drink water for the rest of the eating time). But when it spills into someone else's cup, there lies the fun part. I know it, but they dont and they end up drinking the mixture of food & water and realise it only after a while, when the cup is becoming empty. I would happily notice their irritated face on seeing some rice at the bottom of the cup from which they've been drinking all along. So, ends the serving phase with some mischievous smiles.
The main process of eating begins now. Generally, Indians like to mix the dishes and eat. I am a true Indian & a good innovator as well. Hence, i try to make all possible combinations of the food available & enjoy my talent. Some of my famous such innovations are - Kesari with Chutney, Saambhar with banana, Payaasam with curry rice, Curd rice with smashed boiled egg... (Dont look like that.. I dont do this very often.. Just like, once in a week or so only... I am quite considerate of others who eat along with me too..)
Since i feel this post is going to be lengthy, i thought i shall post it by part....
To Eat - will continue...
Diwali - happiness
Diwali is nearing. Could feel the heat of Diwali celebrations everywhere. Crackers bursting all the time. Roads being blocked due to traffic created by people purchasing for diwali. Sweets in abundance at home. The smell of heated ghee & sugar, indicating the ongoing process of Diwali sweets preparation.
Its really heart warming to see everyone being merriful.
Yesterday, i had to wait nearly for an hour at the bus stop waiting for my bus (such long time coz of the traffic). While i was waiting, i watched a couple of vehicles slowing down near the bus stop, which i found out was bcoz of the cracker shop nearby the bus stand. The shop was quite busy. Children who came with their parents to the shop were looking happy, staring at the variety of guns with wide eyes, amused. It was a nice thing to observe many people becoming happy at the very sight of the shop. This made me realise how festivals like Diwali, Pongal, Christmas, Ramzan, etc., makes many people live their life with joy & expectations. Small things which we do together with our family & friends on a festival day becomes a sweet memory to be remembered forever. So, please do not avoid these moments and enjoy to the fullest possible.
- By one such happy person trying to yield all the happiness of Diwali...
Its really heart warming to see everyone being merriful.
Yesterday, i had to wait nearly for an hour at the bus stop waiting for my bus (such long time coz of the traffic). While i was waiting, i watched a couple of vehicles slowing down near the bus stop, which i found out was bcoz of the cracker shop nearby the bus stand. The shop was quite busy. Children who came with their parents to the shop were looking happy, staring at the variety of guns with wide eyes, amused. It was a nice thing to observe many people becoming happy at the very sight of the shop. This made me realise how festivals like Diwali, Pongal, Christmas, Ramzan, etc., makes many people live their life with joy & expectations. Small things which we do together with our family & friends on a festival day becomes a sweet memory to be remembered forever. So, please do not avoid these moments and enjoy to the fullest possible.
- By one such happy person trying to yield all the happiness of Diwali...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Life is strange...
Life is strange.
U meet a new person today & find that the person has become close to u within a couple of days. Likewise, u have acquaintance of a person for bout past 3-4 years, yet u dont have anything to speak to them more than a "Hi!" or "Bye!".
U wish u could have something for a long time. But once u see that ur wish is going to become true, u feel that something is not right about it & just walk away from it.
U buy something and adore it like u cant survive without it. Days passby and u feel it has become an unwanted distraction for u.
Nothing in this world is permanent, stationary or fixed for urself to enjoy. Change is needed to bring balance. Change makes things keep going. Change inspires everyone. Change makes u live. Change is inevitable.
U meet a new person today & find that the person has become close to u within a couple of days. Likewise, u have acquaintance of a person for bout past 3-4 years, yet u dont have anything to speak to them more than a "Hi!" or "Bye!".
U wish u could have something for a long time. But once u see that ur wish is going to become true, u feel that something is not right about it & just walk away from it.
U buy something and adore it like u cant survive without it. Days passby and u feel it has become an unwanted distraction for u.
Nothing in this world is permanent, stationary or fixed for urself to enjoy. Change is needed to bring balance. Change makes things keep going. Change inspires everyone. Change makes u live. Change is inevitable.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Gifts
The very thought of gifts yields a pleasant smile on our face because of its surprise and the feeling of getting something for free. I used to love gifts. Infact, i used to await my b'days with alacrity because of 3 main reasons - gifts, cake & the new dress, i'll get on that day. But then, after some time i started hating the custom of presenting gifts to each other. Reason being, firstly of the gifts i got & secondly of the gifts i gave.
Let me address the first reason - gifts i got. Im not much of a celebrating kinda person & hence haven't received a much of gifts. I recall once when i got a gift which my bro bought for me when he went on an All India tour. It was a frog- show piece. I could say it was interesting... but disgusting. People say that gifts are given to portray what they feel about the person. By buying me a frog, what is he trying to say here? That im as ugly as a frog or that im a frog in the well (கிணற்று தவளை), who knows nothing about the outside world. Someday i would like to present him with an equally disgusting gift (Awaiting eagerly for his upcoming birthday with all my heart.. Oh Yeah!!). My parents... they dont really buy me anything. I mean, they do buy whatever i ask for, but nothing other than that, which comes with a little amount of surprise quotient in it.
I had a childhood friend, Pooja. She used to present me lots of gifts (perfumes, earings, bracelets...). Guess what i did? I got a bit carried away by the morals taught at school & by parents & had it in my mind that we should always give something in return for what we got. So, i bought her something of equal value or sometimes even insistently gave her the money for the article which she gave. That should have hurt her a lot & as a consequence we had a lot of fight & separated on our own ways (Nothing big really, she took commerce & i took science in our Hr. Sec.). Thats when i decided that i shouldn't accept any gifts.
The second reason - gifts i gave. Already being in the confounded state of how to approach a presented gift, i didn't present a much of gifts either. Sometimes, the gifts which i presented also seemed inappropriate for the person. I gifted my cousin, who used go crazy for games, a latest model video game on his b'day. But on the very same day he broke it, coz the game was meant for kids above age 15, whereas my cousin was 7 yrs old on that day (I know, Stupid of me). There is another cousin of mine, whom i gifted with a beautiful girl doll on her 3rd b'day (cautiously!). She received it. Had a look at it. Threw it off to the couch. Went to play with the train set (God! please help me... Where am i going wrong? I can't deal with it anymore).
And the most contradicting thing is, i dont buy gifts that shows the concern i have on them. I tend to forget their b'day & at the last minute on the day before the b'day, i rush up to a nearby store which wouldn't have seen any living beings the whole day, except for a couple of flies & get an article which is the least dirty looking present there, wrap it up to make sure, that the person whom i going to gift to, dont get to see the article & get upset, while first laying the eyes on it. Finally, after giving it to them, i would feel guilty to have given something completely worthless compared to what they gave me.
Analyzing all the complexities involved in either presenting someone a gift or receiving a gift from someone, i came to a conclusion that its best to avoid both of them - giving or getting. That made me await my b'day & end my b'day with the same level of happiness throughout. Also, made me look up for my friend's & peer's b'day with no sense of burden or guilt.
Let me address the first reason - gifts i got. Im not much of a celebrating kinda person & hence haven't received a much of gifts. I recall once when i got a gift which my bro bought for me when he went on an All India tour. It was a frog- show piece. I could say it was interesting... but disgusting. People say that gifts are given to portray what they feel about the person. By buying me a frog, what is he trying to say here? That im as ugly as a frog or that im a frog in the well (கிணற்று தவளை), who knows nothing about the outside world. Someday i would like to present him with an equally disgusting gift (Awaiting eagerly for his upcoming birthday with all my heart.. Oh Yeah!!). My parents... they dont really buy me anything. I mean, they do buy whatever i ask for, but nothing other than that, which comes with a little amount of surprise quotient in it.
I had a childhood friend, Pooja. She used to present me lots of gifts (perfumes, earings, bracelets...). Guess what i did? I got a bit carried away by the morals taught at school & by parents & had it in my mind that we should always give something in return for what we got. So, i bought her something of equal value or sometimes even insistently gave her the money for the article which she gave. That should have hurt her a lot & as a consequence we had a lot of fight & separated on our own ways (Nothing big really, she took commerce & i took science in our Hr. Sec.). Thats when i decided that i shouldn't accept any gifts.
The second reason - gifts i gave. Already being in the confounded state of how to approach a presented gift, i didn't present a much of gifts either. Sometimes, the gifts which i presented also seemed inappropriate for the person. I gifted my cousin, who used go crazy for games, a latest model video game on his b'day. But on the very same day he broke it, coz the game was meant for kids above age 15, whereas my cousin was 7 yrs old on that day (I know, Stupid of me). There is another cousin of mine, whom i gifted with a beautiful girl doll on her 3rd b'day (cautiously!). She received it. Had a look at it. Threw it off to the couch. Went to play with the train set (God! please help me... Where am i going wrong? I can't deal with it anymore).
And the most contradicting thing is, i dont buy gifts that shows the concern i have on them. I tend to forget their b'day & at the last minute on the day before the b'day, i rush up to a nearby store which wouldn't have seen any living beings the whole day, except for a couple of flies & get an article which is the least dirty looking present there, wrap it up to make sure, that the person whom i going to gift to, dont get to see the article & get upset, while first laying the eyes on it. Finally, after giving it to them, i would feel guilty to have given something completely worthless compared to what they gave me.
Analyzing all the complexities involved in either presenting someone a gift or receiving a gift from someone, i came to a conclusion that its best to avoid both of them - giving or getting. That made me await my b'day & end my b'day with the same level of happiness throughout. Also, made me look up for my friend's & peer's b'day with no sense of burden or guilt.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
My bucketlist..
Things i would like to do & haven't done yet...
Ride on a scooter for long distance on a lonely road, while it is raining.
Lie down at the grass patch on a hill and do star gazing.
Pluck an apple by myself from the tree and eat it.
Play in the snow and make a snow man.
Adopt an orphan baby & raise on my own after i have started earning.
Do fishing at an unbeknown lake and immerse in the peaceful long hours.
Free a wild animal from a zoo to a forest.
Watch the rising sun from Vivekananda memorial at Kanyakumari.
Do bungee jumping from the Verzasca dam at switzerland.
Naturally after bungee jumping, its the free fall that i would wanna try next.
Go for roller coaster rides at six flags - new england (has the record setting roller coasters of the world).
Learn salsa dance.
Grow a long hair like Rapunzel.
Go to a superhit movie on the first day - first show.
Create fire using wood and rock as the caveman did.
Catch a dragon fly (தும்பி) with my own hands.
Have a room with world's richest literature books for my own (Would be the most priceless possession i could ever have).
Have a pet snake.
Climb on a huge tree and reach the top.
Write an interesting novel.
See all the wonders of the world atleast once.
Change the world to a better place for everyone to live in.
Ride on a scooter for long distance on a lonely road, while it is raining.
Lie down at the grass patch on a hill and do star gazing.
Pluck an apple by myself from the tree and eat it.
Play in the snow and make a snow man.
Adopt an orphan baby & raise on my own after i have started earning.
Do fishing at an unbeknown lake and immerse in the peaceful long hours.
Free a wild animal from a zoo to a forest.
Watch the rising sun from Vivekananda memorial at Kanyakumari.
Do bungee jumping from the Verzasca dam at switzerland.
Naturally after bungee jumping, its the free fall that i would wanna try next.
Go for roller coaster rides at six flags - new england (has the record setting roller coasters of the world).
Learn salsa dance.
Grow a long hair like Rapunzel.
Go to a superhit movie on the first day - first show.
Create fire using wood and rock as the caveman did.
Catch a dragon fly (தும்பி) with my own hands.
Have a room with world's richest literature books for my own (Would be the most priceless possession i could ever have).
Have a pet snake.
Climb on a huge tree and reach the top.
Write an interesting novel.
See all the wonders of the world atleast once.
Change the world to a better place for everyone to live in.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
hate being told as a - mokkai...
The one & only word which i hate in tamil is - "mokkai"...
Im quite a philosophic person who tries to analyze everything around me and tries to reason out everything based on what really life is about. When i express my thoughts to my peers, they tend to think that i am trying to while away the time with them. Sometimes, i myself dont know whether what i am thinking is something useful or not. But, is there any necessity that one's thoughts should always be useful and not linger on the areas that are not related to the mundane activities of one's life? Are all revolutions or inventions or explorations done by employing the usual well defined methodologies? They all need an extra tint of "out of the box" thinking. The pre-defined methodologies only serves as a tool in laying path for our thoughts. If we try to come out of these bordered ways, we may as well find a whole new perspective to see through things.
Coming to the old subject, whenever i say something that is not usually thought by others, people say that i am putting "mokkai". But i do agree that sometimes i try to make some interesting comedies and land up doing something thats utterly boring or something like that, which makes people get totaly frustrated. There are other times also, when i try to tell something useful and people stop me from completing it, suspecting that i am trying to convey something foolish. Could say that its my fault of being disregarded as a mokkai as its me who leads them into a bewildered state as to when i shall be serious or kidding. But, even now im not interested in channelising myself towards either being a serious character or being a comical character. For its a great responsibility to maintain a well defined character throughout. Its better to be both and unpredictable of what we are going to do next. Funny it is! But the truth is, i really am a "mokkai"...
Im quite a philosophic person who tries to analyze everything around me and tries to reason out everything based on what really life is about. When i express my thoughts to my peers, they tend to think that i am trying to while away the time with them. Sometimes, i myself dont know whether what i am thinking is something useful or not. But, is there any necessity that one's thoughts should always be useful and not linger on the areas that are not related to the mundane activities of one's life? Are all revolutions or inventions or explorations done by employing the usual well defined methodologies? They all need an extra tint of "out of the box" thinking. The pre-defined methodologies only serves as a tool in laying path for our thoughts. If we try to come out of these bordered ways, we may as well find a whole new perspective to see through things.
Coming to the old subject, whenever i say something that is not usually thought by others, people say that i am putting "mokkai". But i do agree that sometimes i try to make some interesting comedies and land up doing something thats utterly boring or something like that, which makes people get totaly frustrated. There are other times also, when i try to tell something useful and people stop me from completing it, suspecting that i am trying to convey something foolish. Could say that its my fault of being disregarded as a mokkai as its me who leads them into a bewildered state as to when i shall be serious or kidding. But, even now im not interested in channelising myself towards either being a serious character or being a comical character. For its a great responsibility to maintain a well defined character throughout. Its better to be both and unpredictable of what we are going to do next. Funny it is! But the truth is, i really am a "mokkai"...
Monday, August 24, 2009
friends
A lot of people think of me differently the first time they see me. They tend to think that i am a strongly opinionated person, with aesthetic tastes. But after my first handshake with them, they come to know how friendly i can be to them. You'll never know in which oyster you find a pearl. But im not trying to say that im so good n all. Just that, im amicable enough to become a friend. Its odd to know how easy it is to get a friend, but much difficult when it comes to breaking the friendship. I look at a person in the eyes and talk, to try and know how much they feel comfortable with me. If they aren't comfortable in the way im presently talking, i tend to change myself in order to comply with them - a simple adapting strategy. But there are certain instances, when i badly feel to get away from a person who is trying to befriend me. That makes me wonder how many such people would i have troubled by my way of befriending. On seeing a person totally happy and rejoicing with the environment, we feel the emptiness within us lacking the happiness. That is when we exhibit hatred on others. They become enemies to us. A small grudge develops within us over the person waiting for an oppurtunity to flaunt bout the happiness we could posses when compared to them. Who knows? Probably they are being happy in front of us to satisfy the grudge they had on us previously when we were happy. But, ultimately does it matter who flaunts more? All that matters is, are we enjoying atmost our life.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
world around us
I've gotto say, when im starting this, i have nothing in my mind in specific to tell about.. But i've started and hence no way other than proceeding on with it. Im a person just like everyone, trying to justify ''whatever i pursue is for the good and my actions always has a honest heart shadowing it". But coming to think of it, is that really true? If all of us think only for the good, then world should be going through the unified phase of goodness & happiness. We can definitely observe that it is contradicting, for we dont see the world going through the never ending path of glory. We see hatred around us in the actions like terrorism & vandalism.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The rainy day
Generally people consider school days as cheerful days. As days, when innocence and pranks made them feel really happy. But unfortunately, it wasn't so for me. Most of the memories i had were not good. The thought of being insignificant once makes me not to pass through those memory lanes again.
But however bad they were, there were certain things that i couldn't easily forget about. It was a rainy season. I usually liked rainy season. Each rain drop falling on me, made not just my skin to tingle, but my heart also to be tingled. I should say more appropriately - "I love rain".
But that day of the November month, i didn't feel really well. Not just mentally, physically as well. The before day evening i had a blocked nose and a slightly itchy throat. On the following day morning it didn't get any better. The previously slightly itchy throat, now made it painful for me to speak a single word or have a single glass of water. The blocked nose became a running nose, which increased the pain on the nose, each time i had to wipe it off. Topping up all these, my top part of head was feeling heavier and ached each time i had to bend or rise. Realizing that i also had a decent degree of high fever, my mom called upon a sick day- also a leave day to school.
I lay on the bed taking rest, lingering on the essence of the hot black coffee on my throat which my mom made for me. I look through the window and watch the tiny drizzles of water that escapes from its normal current of wind to my desk that is present beneath the window. I suddenly feel aggravated for not being able to play with the rain and caress the nature because of my cold. After a while, i realize that the cold originally made me its host because of the fun time i had on my terrace, day before yesterday playing in rain for an hour or so, giving an excuse to my mom that i shall be taking a bath right away after that. But in between the gap of playing in rain and taking bath, while passing through the stack of newspapers, i was tempted to read the only fun part of the daily newspaper- Calvin & Hobbes. I yielded to the temptation and proceeded on to the sports section as well. Finally i realize the impact of playing in rain or caressing the nature. After all, as the saying goes, too much of love for anything has its own side effects and i am having one of those.
Now, i started feeling that the rain was also feeling its love for me and mourning for my illness, by shedding its tears as rain drops. But little did i know, about the mourning that had to follow the later part of that day...
But however bad they were, there were certain things that i couldn't easily forget about. It was a rainy season. I usually liked rainy season. Each rain drop falling on me, made not just my skin to tingle, but my heart also to be tingled. I should say more appropriately - "I love rain".
But that day of the November month, i didn't feel really well. Not just mentally, physically as well. The before day evening i had a blocked nose and a slightly itchy throat. On the following day morning it didn't get any better. The previously slightly itchy throat, now made it painful for me to speak a single word or have a single glass of water. The blocked nose became a running nose, which increased the pain on the nose, each time i had to wipe it off. Topping up all these, my top part of head was feeling heavier and ached each time i had to bend or rise. Realizing that i also had a decent degree of high fever, my mom called upon a sick day- also a leave day to school.
I lay on the bed taking rest, lingering on the essence of the hot black coffee on my throat which my mom made for me. I look through the window and watch the tiny drizzles of water that escapes from its normal current of wind to my desk that is present beneath the window. I suddenly feel aggravated for not being able to play with the rain and caress the nature because of my cold. After a while, i realize that the cold originally made me its host because of the fun time i had on my terrace, day before yesterday playing in rain for an hour or so, giving an excuse to my mom that i shall be taking a bath right away after that. But in between the gap of playing in rain and taking bath, while passing through the stack of newspapers, i was tempted to read the only fun part of the daily newspaper- Calvin & Hobbes. I yielded to the temptation and proceeded on to the sports section as well. Finally i realize the impact of playing in rain or caressing the nature. After all, as the saying goes, too much of love for anything has its own side effects and i am having one of those.
Now, i started feeling that the rain was also feeling its love for me and mourning for my illness, by shedding its tears as rain drops. But little did i know, about the mourning that had to follow the later part of that day...
The truth
Everyone tries to make things right. They follow what they feel as right by their conscience. In this world of intervened web of feelings, everyone is affected by others. But the truth is, no one means harm from their heart. Everyone is pure, Everyone cares. Everyone loves.
When you look at a person, what you see is the false pretence caused by this world. But inside these pretences there is a drop of truth, rightness in them. When you start looking deep into that drop, you realise the drop becomes big like a cup of water, a pool of water and then like an ocean of water with no bounds, no limits. This insight on a person makes you look at that person as a divine creature. This drop of truth and rightness is sometimes termed as a soul or a conscience.
The phoniness of this world has created heroes and villains as having a good conscience and a bad conscience respectively. But on the contrary, you can find that even the villain has a small tiny bit of true conscience in him. The funny thing is however small and tiny one's conscience might be, it can never be disregarded. All the consciences are same and should be treated righteously.
You look at a person on the road, wearing a typical platform shop's checked shirt, pants that must have endured more than a couple of stitches and with a hair that must have last seen the barber half a dozen months ago. You feel gross about his untidiness and his ill fate of being poor. You feel like asking "Why is that person alive on this earth? After all he isn't going to contribute much to this society". But question yourself again. Are you fit enough to ask this? You do your job of going to work or college or school everyday meticulously. You have a cozy life with an expensive house, a trendy vehicle and a best technology mobile. You think you are leading a worthy life. You think your aims and efficiency are better than your colleagues. But really are you better? Are you worthy? What you are chasing after, is that really going to yield something good to you or you society? Don't take it that I'm trying to criticize you here, for i am also one amongst you people. But the truth in which i believe, my conscience gives a blunt answer - "NO". If you search in yourself, your conscience might also give the same answer.
When you look at a person, what you see is the false pretence caused by this world. But inside these pretences there is a drop of truth, rightness in them. When you start looking deep into that drop, you realise the drop becomes big like a cup of water, a pool of water and then like an ocean of water with no bounds, no limits. This insight on a person makes you look at that person as a divine creature. This drop of truth and rightness is sometimes termed as a soul or a conscience.
The phoniness of this world has created heroes and villains as having a good conscience and a bad conscience respectively. But on the contrary, you can find that even the villain has a small tiny bit of true conscience in him. The funny thing is however small and tiny one's conscience might be, it can never be disregarded. All the consciences are same and should be treated righteously.
You look at a person on the road, wearing a typical platform shop's checked shirt, pants that must have endured more than a couple of stitches and with a hair that must have last seen the barber half a dozen months ago. You feel gross about his untidiness and his ill fate of being poor. You feel like asking "Why is that person alive on this earth? After all he isn't going to contribute much to this society". But question yourself again. Are you fit enough to ask this? You do your job of going to work or college or school everyday meticulously. You have a cozy life with an expensive house, a trendy vehicle and a best technology mobile. You think you are leading a worthy life. You think your aims and efficiency are better than your colleagues. But really are you better? Are you worthy? What you are chasing after, is that really going to yield something good to you or you society? Don't take it that I'm trying to criticize you here, for i am also one amongst you people. But the truth in which i believe, my conscience gives a blunt answer - "NO". If you search in yourself, your conscience might also give the same answer.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I dont know...
I don’t know what I am! …I try to be a perfectionist, but I land up being random. I believe that there is nothing far superior to me, yet Im inspired by the supernaturalism of the souls. The things that inspire me don’t inspire others. I feel that I am complete as for who I am now. But I do realize there are many holes that I may have to fill to make myself complete. I am consumed by the wavering state of my mind. Why do I live? Do I have a destiny to be reached? Is whatever I conceive as my perceptive really the truth? Or am I being succumbed to the pretension created by others that I am being false, even while I am in the exact path of the truth. Is the web of society in which I am stuck without my knowledge, anticipating each of my movement, which I think is a motion of my own will?
- Never resolvable
- Never resolvable
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