A REASON TO WRITE....

Hi friends its been long time that i wrote in our blog. So writing this article just to re-emphasize myself why I should remain active in this blog.Read this.


10 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE!!!
ART OF WRITING.
Whether you agree or disagree with this, writing is indeed an act of artistic display. It is also a basic form of human communication ,which we all should explore.

WRITINGS ARE LOUDER THAN TALKINGS.
Written words have more impact than spoken words in certain ways. For instance if you are one of the million people who feel most of your statements and questions will only make people to turn a deaf ear to you,think about writing an hand written note to them.You are more probable of getting a desired response.

Mr.BRAIN WAKE UP
Most of us (including me) tend to drift through life ,forgetting the master computer in sleeping mode on the top of us.Yes I am referring to our valuable brain. Writing is one of the many recognizable ,yet simple processes ,that wakes “it” up.You can’t write something meaningful without making your brain sweat out.

WHAT YOU SEE,HEAR,SMELL AND FEEL!!
Human brain is so intricate in nature that you cant predict with pinpoint accuracy how one perceives something.Each one of us have different perceptions about the things we see ,the sounds we hear,the fragnance we inhale and sense we feel. So it makes youfeel more lively to write about how “you” perceive them.

IT REJUVENATES YOU!!
Writing is indeed ,saying out of my experience ,is a process that rejuvenates us. Every time we write something we will feel something “bigger than life”.

COGNIZANCE ABOUT SCARCITY
Writing is also a form of self testing. It is an indicator of your IQ and EQ level. A person with reasonable IQ will be able to write about wide range of topics, inter relating one with another in some meaningful way. And a person with good EQ will be able to present them in a more human readable and acceptable form. So if you are not able to do it, then its time to feed these 2 Qs.

WRITING AS A VENT.
Writing is a very good but more importantly harmless form of vent for our anger,stress and exasperation. Are you feeling angry about someone or something?? Write all your anger out, without second thought tear off the paper and throw. Its not just the paper that is trashed off.

KEEPING TRACK OF TIME!!
Journaling is an effective way of keeping track of your life. Write out your experiences of everyday activity in the form of a anecdote, very sooner you will realize the most important things in life. The time we wasted and moments that can be seized to triumph.

APPRECIATION!!
Writing is a quiet easy way to get people’s appreciation and notice. Since most people neglect the act of creative writing; it makes you different than others boosting your morale.

EXPRESSION!!
And the most important reason is “IT HELPS YOU TO EXPRESS THINGS”. How else can you better express your affection to your parents. How much you love your spouse .How better to appreciate a friend on his victory. How better to apologize for something you did to some one, to whom you fall short of words in your tongue by just seeing them.

Read the article again ; but more importantly "WRITE A COMMENT" :)

Ordeal at the beach

I was walking down a deserted beach alone on a pleasant night after a hectic day at work.The sky was cloudless and the bright moon was shimmering in all its glory.A gentle breeze was flowing ,making the night even more enjoyable.The beach was virtually without a sign of life.Occationally i heard unusual sounds and giggles.Its the animals i thought, maybe a hyena as i just passed the source of one such sound.I had a gun(a Colt Python,a .357 Magnum calibre revolver) ready to use at my sleeves in case i was under any attack.I was curious as to what made such unusual sounds and i retreated my steps from the beach to the line of trees and shrubs on the shore.

There was complete darkness and the weird sound increased in intensity.There was a narrow path through the dense shrubs and i knew that there was a clearing ahead at not long a distance since i explored the place before once. Then i could clearly hear a human voice gasping for breath,asphysiating.'Oh my God',i thought and ran forward,gun raised on alert,my night vision ready to find anything moving in the darkness.

No sooner i stomped five steps i stepped on something rolling. I heard two voices "ouch.".

"Hello .Who is that?Is everthing all right?"I asked gun raised,all my senses alert,my body shivering in anxiety.

There was voices murmuring in the dark and then out of the blue a male voice shouted seethingly"what the devil are you doing in this part of the beach?".

"I wanted to ask the same question to you"I answered calmly after a pause.

"Thats none of your business you f*****" he growled.

Then a female voice added seductively"Honey,why are you so rude to the gentleman?".Suddenly everything made clear sense to me .

"Are you two having sex?" I asked without hiding the obvious surprise in my voice.

"Thats none of your f****** business",the guy retorted.

"You know,you're worse than a cave man.Can't you get a room ?".At this the girl giggled and it aggravated the guy's temper.

"No you idiot ,we were just making out.And why the hell should I have to explain this to you?".

"Because I am the one making strange noises that attracts attention" I added with sarcasm. At this moment he started cursing me so badly that I thought 'Can a person have a fouler mouth than him?'.Then I said calmly "Ok.Continue baby making your majesty.I shall invite all the people in our kingdom for this live spectacle".If he had not been partially undressed with an equally undressed girl by his side,he would have chased after me.

'God help India .Let this indepence day bring some good to its people'I thought as I took a few steps into the shore ,out of the narrow passage through the shrubs.My eyes had not adjusted to the moon light fully when i stepped on something."Ouch".This time also two voices replied in unison.

"watch ur step" cried the two female voices.At that moment i thought 'India can't be helped'.

I remarked with great annoyance"why is everybody in this beach making out?".And then "slapppp....slapppp......".Each of my cheek was slapped.The pain was excruciating.

"We are not making out you pervert.We are sisters.We are building sand structures.This is a family pastime.Now walk away before i kill you" one of the girls shouted at the top of her lungs.'I am the one having a gun at my sleeve and this girl is saying she will kill me.What an irony!' I thought as I walked away.

As i was stomping in the moonlight i thought 'God ,don't put me in a similar situation again'.And the next moment a tooth came off in my mouth becuse of the powerful slap i received from the girls.I could not sleep that night.

KAL HO NA HO

Rain-the damn thing. Hi I am Ajay back after a long time. I am here being halted in the side of a road because of rain . But I am not isolated. People accompanied me here ; ranting and raving about their discomfort attributed to the down pour. I managed to notice a little girl , should be five years old I intuit, who stood beside me with her mother ,who was busy speaking over her phone. She held her child’s arm firmly with her other hand. But the little girl seemed to be enjoying the rain, extending her free arm trying to hold rain drops.
“Mom why cant we just run through the rain”, the little girl enquired her mom innocently.
“No honey. You may get cold”,her mother replied .
“Mom but I want to get drenched ,its very fun to do that”,the little girl added adamantly.
“No not today. Tomorrow you can do that”,her mother retorted back just to pacify her daughter.
“But rain” the girl paused “Tomorrow may not come”.
Tomorrow may not come!!. Tomorrow may not come!!.
This reminded me the movie “Kal Ho Na Ho”. What a classic it was. Not very often we come across movies and books that remind us of the gift we all posses this very moment. The gift called ‘life’. The theme of the movie , which to me, is ‘live your life today because KAL HO NA HO (tomorrow may never come).
What is life without happiness?And where is happiness without love?Have we forgotten to be happy and to love or to paraphrase it , have we forgot to live. How many of you reading this article truly and sincerely believe that you live your life. Recollect your life for the past 24 hours. Think of the opportunities you missed to be happy and to love. Think how many times you have pushed yourself into a drab mode of living. Love and happiness are ubiquitous. They are abundant but we postpone them for a tomorrow, but Kal ho na ho.
We beget happiness only by giving it. It is scientifically evident that people who are happy smile a lot ; it is also equally true that people who smile a lot flourish with happiness. Present everyone you meet with a pleasant smile , it costs nothing but earns you a lot. Smile today because kal ho na ho.
Do we really propose our love to people who earned it. Do we express our love to our parents,our friends,our neighbours,our spouse,our children etc. How much effort does it really take to tell some one “I love you” [Don’t try it with strangers who impressed you with their looks ]
Speak your love today, because kal ho na ho.
Are we really doing what our heart yearns for? How many times we have traded our desires and happiness for material needs. The most pathetic thing in life is when people ‘give up living to live’. Think about it. Delaying gratification could be wise but putting off living is a vice against the virtue called life. Do the things that you want to do right now, this day because kal ho na ho.
A sweet voice disturbed my thoughts and pulled me back to the place where I was standing.
“Anna why you are not walking through the rain. Your mom is not here na?”,the little angel spoke with a cuteness I really admired.
Yes .. Yes .. Why I am not…? I questioned myself. I knelt down to her height “Hmmm thank you dear” I touched her head softly and stood up.
I walked through the rain enjoying the natural shower which I deserve to enjoy. I told to myself “I am doing this today because KAL HO NA HO”!!!!!!!.

POWERELEX02- MISSION BEGUN

Red isn’t my favourite colour . Even if it is ,I wouldn’t admire a wall painted with ‘red blood’ of my fellow student. Vairam moaned in anguish. A bullet piercing through the skin ,colliding with the knee cap , disrupting the linkage of a bone is a hell of painful experience lived alive. I pity Vairam for that. But luckily the terrorist missed to kill him, may be distracted because of the pandemonium around him. He steadied his gun to fire again this time determined to kill him.
“Please please . Don’t do it!! . We’ll listen to what you say. Please spare him “ Vishak interrupted .
The terrorist gripped his gun tightly and slowly loosened it , as though the words slowly sunk into his mind.
“To all of you this is my last warning. Do what I say and be where I tell you to be “ the terrorist barked.
I am put with all my dear classmates in the confinement of four walls and a ceiling with an animal guarding the door from outside. Once again with all these people , but this time without a choice . The ‘grandiose’ lab amused me but the situation I am in dreaded me. Vairam rested on one corner of the lab, half conscious.
The room looked eerie to me even in the presence of people with whom I am more than acquainted . I wondered if its meaningful to proclaim that we feel comfortable with some one rather than approving the fact that its the circumstances that make people comfortable together.
The fairer sex of my class sniveled. But the boys maintained their ‘manliness’ ,pathetically burdened by the social compulsion that men shouldn’t cry. But ironically God forgot to detach the tear glands from men. My friends prayed sincerely , expecting a miracle to happen.
“What the hell are we gonna do now?” Jas shouted and pulled me out of my thoughts. I finally realized that I am really a ‘day dreamer’.
“What else can we do ? Just keep ourselves down” Shankar replied.
“Fuck! We are kept captives in our own college” shouted Sudharsan in his own style.
It slowly turned into a messy quarrel each blaming someone else for what has happened. It reached a point , that I couldn’t just keep numb.
“Enough” I shouted involuntarily “Come on guys stop lamenting”

Everybody looked at me. I turned to the girls and said “Stop crying like girls”.
They gave me a sheepish look
“I…. I mean like coward girls!!” .Thank god !! I put the words right.
I continued “We got a problem, we need to face it. There is no place for cowards in this battle of life. If we need to live we need to kill our fears”.
“Yes.. he is right we should listen to his plan” Mano spoke for me , which also confused me.
“What plan?” I asked
“you were saying something ….” Mano responded.
“I just said that to keep you guys up , I don’t have any plan whatsoever “
Everyone stared at me. I know , I did the most stupidest thing in the most weirdest place.
“But I got a plan “ Aashish interrupted and saved me.
“What is it?” Ramya enquired or perhaps ordered I should say.
“Well the idea may seem stupid…” Aashish started to spell out his plan
“Ya its stupid” Pradi said with a stern look, perhaps he does not expect an ingenious plan from his room mate.
“Hey but I dint tell the plan yet “
Everyone alive there laughed. A momentary respite . Is this what fun is? Is this what joy in the most ‘pain in the ass’ day?. NO, this is what being an youngster . We can just laugh away our problems . Everything is fun , even our heartaches.
“Did you all just note , Iyer and that terrorist look similar in their built. …. So if we trap him and make Nirmal exchange place with him , we get some chances” Aashish dictated his plan to us.
“Oh come on this is a scene from a ‘captain’ movie “ Dc joked.
“But it may work” Guru responded instantly.
So after much thinking we finally agree d to his plan.
“But how do we trap that monster out there” Aparna questioned , sounding really logical though.
“Hey just a minute” Swarna said and searched her bag and finally took out a small tin which looked like a petit body spray.”Its pepper spray, we just have to spray it on his eyes and get him”
“Why… Why do you bring this to college” VK asked, seems little frightened.
“Naaa.. I just attended a self defence program last month. They gave me this”
“Oh!! Fine “ VK smiled.
We were set ready with our plans . Some one had to stand behind the door when the terrorist would come in , we would just spray it , pounce on him and take control .
----------------------------15 minutes later------------------------
Everthing went as planned. So here we were . Nirmal in his new outfit.
“You don’t have to do this if you wish not to” Shankar spoke to Nirmal on behalf of all.
“NO I’ll do it”

Our first move has begun . Mission POWERELEX!!!!!

- TO BE CONTINUED

POWERELEX01- FARE WELL

I checked the mirror for the twelfth time, grooming my hair again.
“Hey enough , this isn’t your marriage!!” shouted Nigesh impatiently.
“Ya ya I know ; but see I need to comb my hair properly , it always gets……. ” I responded.
“Enough , lets go!!” spoke Nigesh with a commanding tone.
I peeked at the restroom mirror for the last time and came out. Standing in the third floor of my department is like an undreamt dream coming true.
“Only when we leave this college they renovate everything” Nigesh complained . “New floors with new labs , all modern devices and equipments!! We are the most unlucky batch”.
I laughed “Ya! Its ok . IIT delhi has better facilities than this, you can enjoy your experiments there”
He didn’t react and entered a lab leaving me behind.
The corridor is flooded with small groups of my class mates at every two feet. ‘ “Gangism” never leaves us’ I thought to myself.
I walked steadily to the first group ; made myself ready to get bantered . Because its the Gokul gang.
“Hi guys” I wished them.
“Hello!! What happened to your favorite pink shirt”, Gokul said with a face full of laughter.
Other three joined him with their contribution of laughter.
“Kudos Gokul” Gopinath praised him .As usual!!!
I just turned a deaf hear to him . “So when is your joining date in IIM-L” I enquired Avinash.
“Next month” he replied.
Gopi started to crack another ‘three letter happy’ joke ; which coincided with the entry of Arunachalam.
‘Thank God for sending this savior’ I relieved to myself.
“Hey why are we all called here today” Arun questioned with a feverish impatience.
“Oh ! they are going to conduct a test now, only if you pass ,you will be allowed to join CTS ,else have to study the whole four years again” Gokul informed with a serious look such that even any shrewd person is pliable of believing .
“Hey !! really? I dint prepare anything” Arun replied innocently.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“The material for test is available in Xerox shop, go get it” Sanjeev added to his part.
We all laughed to tears.
M.k who was standing silently beside us came for the rescue , “No man. They have built this new floor and labs, so before we leave college invited us to have a look at them.”
I slowly walked away . Met Kalpana , the short one.
“When is your joining date” she asked.
“In a week” I replied . “So how is your hubby in Trichy” I teased her.
“Shut up” she smiled and moved away slowly.
Four years I have spent my life with these people , some friends and some acquaintances , yet I don’t feel a bit for leaving them. ‘Is something wrong with me’ I questioned myself. ‘no you are being practical to accept the inevitable’ my mind informed me.
I came near the next gang ; the fun-to -be with gang . ‘The Siddarth gang’.
Dubash , the first one to see me coming , said “Hello”.
“Hi” I greeted back.
“Hello Mr. AJOY” Siddarth said sarcastically.
“Not going for treat to spencers now a days” I retorted back.
“Superb” Paul responded to my wit and laughed. Charan giggled with us . But I am not quiet sure , if he understood what I meant.
“I have uploaded a new article in the blog, check it” Charan said.
“Oh fine. Sure” I replied.
Just then I remembered , “Hey Siddarth yesterday I went to Ispani” I paused , “ guess who I saw there?”
Sidd replied puzzled with a grin “Who”??
“I saw…. ” I began to reply , but interrupted by some heavy sound. I was startled , so was everyone there. It seems like thundering , but the fact is , it is the sound of guns firing.
We peeked through the window . All we could see is chaos.
“Who are they?” Prasanna enquired pointing somewhere.
I gazed in the direction he pointed “Oh my God”!!
Hefty men with clothing covering their faces and armed with guns , which we have seen only in movies.
“Something is wrong , we need to run out” I said almost shouting and stated to race to the exit.
“Not so soon”. I heard only a voice before me. A tall guy , one of the masked men ,stood before us. Only this six feet tall probable human stood between me and the exit stairs. I have no choice, so I retreated back.
“Listen . Your college is under our control , so are you all” he said with an intimidating tone . “So keep down , don’t provoke me to fire you”.
‘Oh shit’ I said to myself.
The door of the lab which is right behind where the terrorist stood opened slowly. It didn’t take much time for me to realize its Vairam who stepped out . He has a good vantage point and I am sure he’ll use it to run away.
But bravery become the greatest foe for survival sometimes. He ambushed from behind and got hold of the terrorist around his neck. The masked guy struggled a bit , lost his balance and crouched down. Vairam is no match for this gigantic animal. The terrorist caught him with his right hand and flung him around to the ground and kicked him twice hard in his chest.
“You filthy jerk , acting very smart uh” the terrorist shouted and took his rifle and pointed at Vairam who lay down on the ground.
“No No don’t don’t” we all almost shouted , cant see a friend getting killed.
But the terrorist FIRED HIS GUN.

- TO BE CONTINUED

Prophecy for 2150AD

It has been a long time since I wrote on this blog. Being the creator of the blog , there is  added pressure on me to contribute much more. I would like to give a pat on the back to Ajay and Aashish for keeping the blog lively.

I recently saw a documentary called “Zeitgeist”. (Just search it on youtube and do watch it! It will raise a lot of questions in your mind…I think some might have already seen it since it was released in 2003). I ended up with a lot of confusion in my mind after watching it.  

The documentary basically tries to debunk the false-truths regarding religion , politics and the economy which , the makers of the video allege were fed to the people since ancient times by certain vested powers to manipulate public opinion , so that the masses could be made to obey them like sheep and consequently those vested powers could rule the masses. The documentary starts with a scathing attack on Christianity , alleging that Christianity is a whole lot of bullshit created by the Romans to spread their so called Holy Roman empire. They provide a whole lot of facts to prove that Christianity was just a hackneyed copy of a similar religion existing in Egypt around the 2500BC. They also allege that almost all religions of the world were formed on similar concepts which can be related to astrology, zodiac signs and the constellations. They also tried to include Hinduism in the list by showing some facts about Lord Krishna. This is where I got suspicious about the veracity of their research behind the revelations. I was just laughing when they showed some facts stating Krishna’s birth around 600BC. Now, anyone with a good knowledge of Hindu scriptures would know that Krishna lived in the Dwapara Yuga. So he should have lived around 3100BC. You might feel I am defending Hinduism here. But I am always annoyed (which I certainly was while watching this part of the video ) when so called rationalists start questioning people’s faith , whatever be the religion they follow. Spirituality is completely in a different plane and should not be mixed with science and rationalism. Well some might not agree with me. But I am a firm believer in faith and religion. So I am always antagonistic to anyone questioning faith.

Well I have already digressed a lot. Now, let me quickly sum up the rest of the video before coming to what I actually wanted to write here. The second part of the video exposes the conspiracy behind the twin tower attacks, stating that it was actually carried out by the American Government !! Well , this shocking revelation certainly had substantial proof and I must acknowledge the meticulous research carried out by the makers of the documentary. It seems that all the world wars fought till now and those currently on ----- in Iraq and Afganistan are nothing but a farce to turn people’s emotions  against a common enemy – the so called “terrorist”.  Now the third part was more interesting to me. It was about the myth behind Banking. Being a management aspirant I knew about the basics of banking and I was always confounded by the deliberate tortuous setup of the fractional reserve system. God knows how the bankers invented such a system confounding logic and how they convinced the people to follow it! Well watch the video to know the truth.

After watching the documentary my mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. It was almost like my mind hallucinating and taking two forms (Cmon guys , those who watch tamil cinema , this scene should be familiar to you…….the typical situation of conundrum, when the hero’s “manasatchi(inner self)” and himself will be making a conversation….  )  one saying “Yes” and the other “No” . Then an interesting thought occurred to me as to how the future of the world would turn out to be. What if I make some predictions about the future and they turn out to be true like those of Nostradamus.

Well here goes my list of predictions for the year 2150 AD.

1. Let me start with the space and its exploration . By the year 2150 there will be no more space shuttles and rocket launches. They will not be needed as we would have built a “Space Elevator” by then. It should be a long stand–still structure built using carbon nanotubes which would end at the point where the earth’s gravity is no longer felt. So all payloads and humans can be sent to space like traveling in a cable car. Believe me, designs and proposals for this project are already going on at NASA.

2. Continuing with space , recently I read an article about the spacecraft Viking’s signal being interfered with a new form of signal, which is unknown to us. Could these signals be from alien machines?  This raises the most curious question of every human being. Do aliens exist? By the year 2150 I am sure we will make contact with atleast one alien planet. Even Stephen Hawking supported this claim saying that, its highly  improbable to claim that alien life is impossible considering the vastness of the unexplored universe. Or could I be proved wrong? Only time can tell. (I always wonder why UFOs are always spotted in America alone???) . The fact that these aliens with superior technology might colonize earth is yet another point to ponder..

3. The consortium of bankers have successfully imposed the most cruel form of slavery upon us ---“The Slavery of Debt”. Ever wonder why there is so much craze among youth to study at B-schools and get a job in an investment bank (including me…:-}) ?? Well banking is one place where you can plunder legally. In 2150 this slavery of debt will become more severe with bankers monitoring your movement with a micro-chip implanted in your body and sending mild electric shocks to you if you don’t pay the debt. 

Have you seen the movie “Fight Club” starring Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.? If you had, you would have noticed that the protagonist tries to blow up the buildings of all credit card companies. He feels that when the record of credit of all people are lost, then there is no rich man and no poor man. “All become equal”. Well by the year 2150 there could be a separate communist mafia operating to fulfill this idea.

4. There is a great possibility of a third world war. I’m damn sure this will happen. The third world war will be fought over “Water”. Yes ,the countries of the world would be fighting for the occupation of Antarctica—the only unexplored piece of land on earth and one that has all the fresh water locked up in its glaciers.

Will India’s defense improve by then so that we can have a substantial claim??

5. With increasing population, the demand for the gas of life – Oxygen will go up. The ecology will be so damaged by the humans that the earth will no longer be able to support its balance of atmosphere. So there should be a giant machine like a circular spacecraft suspended in the stratosphere that will generate Oxygen to the whole world and it will also maintain the balance of other gases in the atmosphere.

6. Energy already plays a vital role in our life. So the owners of energy reserves like nuclear materials or the organization which invents the fuel cells will control the economy of the world. So move over the software giants, steel barons and venture capitalists, it is the energy-behemoths who will rule the planet in 2150.

7. Talking about health and lifestyle , what will be the most life-threatening addiction in 2150?? Drugs, tobacco , alcohol?? No. The worst form of addiction ever --- to social networking sites (SNWs). I am sure people are going to be sent to rehab centers in 2150 either because they suffer from profile-o-mania(addiction to SNWs) or from  profil-o-phobia(fear of SNWs).

8. What about apocalyptic syndromes? We are already on the brink of one in 2012(from asteroid Niburu)… There will be many more such threats. But we will be so busy looking for threats from outer space that we will forget the fact that we have enriched and amassed so much nuclear material on our planet that only those will be enough to destroy the world 10 times over if triggered.

9. Now this one is far fetched, Maybe this could happen in 10,000AD. (because you know evolution takes a long long time). Our bodies are so much exposed to radio waves  and the radiation levels will only become enormous in the future that the human body (already being a good conductor) will evolve to become a radio transmitter . Maybe our two ears will become our transceivers. And we could communicate by ourselves!!

Well you would have noted that all my predictions have been pessimistic. Well that’s the way it is because we find the world is constantly degenerating. But I hope that these apocalyptic prognostications don’t come true…              

GOOD AND BAD.

Everything in life falls under one of the two categories , either “good” or “bad” . Every deed of any living person is rejoiced as good or deemed as bad. But what really is this “good” and this “bad”?. Who defined these virtues and these vices?. Is it the God ,the holy angel, the almighty? If this omnipotent God has the power to create these virtues and these vices , then why didn’t he have the power to make all of his creations confine to the virtues and dare not sneak into the vices. What justification does he have for giving us the free will and letting us dwell in the darkness.
A lion hunting a deer doesn’t have the guilt of killing. Then why should a person breaking into an house , bludgeoning the owner and stealing his money should. Both are same in very basic sense. It is called the “survival instinct”. Every Tom , dick and Harry would condemn this and could justify his stand ,saying ‘a lion doesn’t kill its own kind’ ( another lion) or ‘it does only for its own needs (food)’. Ya agreed!!. That’s because a lion cannot think beyond that . As long as its need for ‘food and orgasm’ is satisfied ; life is complete. But we men request more than that from life . The day when animals desire for power and authority , every serene forest turns into a violent city. The same God who created the predator also did create its prey . So does He agree upon the survival of one on killing another. This is not being agnostic but rather being logical (a fuzzy logic though)
One never misses an opportunity to castigate bribery. But doesn’t the same person gifts his son with a candy to do his home works. The scenario may be different but the basic motive behind gifting , which is to get the work done remains the same (if not bothered about the implications).
We live in a world where there are predefined rules which are so loosely defined , that if you dare enough you can redefine them. The “goods” of the past have become the “bads” of our day and the “bads” of this day may become “goods” in the future. How can we then rely on this ever changing morality of our world.
‘Love thy wife’ its a virtue ; ‘love thy neighbor’s wife’ it’s a vice. Kill a person you are a murderer ,kill hundreds of soldiers you are a warrior. Does it mean that the action itself has less significance than the place where it is put into action.
I don’t know! I really don’t know whether things are what they seem to be. I take the safer side of following the crowd. Hope so you will too.

[P.S. This article is not to justify any of the “bads” , just give another perspective to view ]

DEXTER MORGAN VS MICHAEL SCOFIELD

Hi friends its been a long time since I wrote something.So this is a come back for me!!

"We all love heroes,we all want to be an hero." Dont we??. Perhaps,we all are heroes in our lives. This article is about two characters whom I adored recently ,two protagonist of two different TV serials , two heros . Michael Scofield (of PRISON BREAK) and Dexter Morgan (of DEXTER).
Let me first give a glimpse about each character;for the benefit of those who have not seen these serials.

DEXTER
Dexter Morgan is a psychopath. He has an urge to kill people, due to some derangement of childhood experience.But he channelize his urge to kill "bad people". In his terms "people who deserve to be killed". He hides himself behind a social mask of a talented blood spatter analyst.He has a girlfriend whom he marries later , 2 step children ,a foster sister and few friends.But the best part is he doesn't feel any emotions, he doesn't feel love yet he tries to pretend love.

MICHAEL
Michael is a structural engineer.A genius by nature. He too suffers from a psychological problem "Low latent inhibition" ; ie. what ever he see ,his mind observes all the details in it(adding to his genius) .He finds himself as a savior. He could not stand people around him suffering.Michael purposely puts himself into a prison to break out his convicted brother, who was decreed to death. Prison could be a hell ,ofcourse only if you dont have a purpose to be there . He has a mission to break out , in midst of all this he finds his lady love . The twist in the tale goes on and on and he saves many people .

So the introduction suffice . Now let me tell about what i like in these disparate characters.
The best thing I admire about dexter is how he keeps his secret. People doesnt see the real HIM within , the monster , the dark passenger. We all have secrets and we all try to protect them;some we embrace and some we disgust. Despite these unchangeable things he still tries to be a good person . He never justify his killings.

About Michael its his intelligence,his value for human life,his love for all.
He puts himself through any danger to save the ones he care for. Can everyone of us do that??.
Dexter has a style,even how he kills. He puts a syringe in his victims throat intoxicates them,ties them naked in a table , preserves their blood in slide as a trophy,kills them and dismember their body into pieces. Its a ritual which he enjoys. The point is not 'what he does' but 'how he does'. He has a knack to cover his trails.
Michael's wit is beyond any man's measure. He plans perfectly and executes them even more perfectly. He is master of science. Chemicals and structures are his specializations."Effort can take us only this far; beyond this we need few leaps of faith" a classic saying i preserve forever.
Dexter's theory is this "Kill people who deserve death" while Michael's "Save people who deserve it".Quiet ironical I liked both the character.
Till I saw the last episode of Prison Break,Dexter was the one who I liked the most. But the last scene , it changed my notion. Michael dies , his beloved ones gather in his funeral and pay him respect. This scene is beyond any man's explanation (so is mine). Is this what it means to live for others, help others ,protect others in short love others. Can our death mean so much.?? 'Life after death is possible only if we enter people's heart when we are living' I learned from this character.

So a final word about each

DEXTER --> Being GOOD with your hands full of blood.
MICHAEL --> Being THE BEST with your grave full of real love.

A not- so pleasant day in my life

I am starting this by saying I am writing this article because I have lost touch writing my thoughts for a long time.... so dont you dare expect it to be any fun...Today was not the greatest of days for me so I am writing this as a memento of how much this day sucked for me(pretty much all days suck for me nowadays)...

First of all I expected to get my a** out of bed for a quick revision for atleast three hours because my head was buzzing with circuits the previous night and was not able to go on...i woke up at 7.30 just two hours before exam and picked up the xerox that was lying nearest to the bed and alas it was like studying fresh chapters...I ended up reading the same chapter for an hour...also i spent a good half hour after that getting ready to college ,not a great time to waste given my condition...

I hurriedly went through the circuits I remember the most from the previous night in each chapter ...I have to give it my best shot with what I remember I prayed as I entered late 10 minutes into the exam...

Before proceeding further let me summarise the thoughts that go through my head before each exam:
3 days before the exam: a good two and a half days is more than enough for this silly exam
2 days before the exam: i have wasted all day so i must finish atleast half the portion this night itself(actually i will be off to a very lazy start barely finishing a lesson)
a day before the exam: studying everything huh....dude that ship has pretty much sailed...try studying the important questions alone
just before exam: dear god if you pass me this exam I will be very grateful to you...

After the exam is over this cycle repeats itself for the next exam...
Now coming to the present(or today morning) as soon as i got the question paper my mind was blank ...it took me ten minutes to figure out the answers i knew for certain... it's not really a pleasant feeling knowing for certain the marks that you know wont be suffice for a pass... I know that feeling and it creates a knot in your stomach difficult to untie... my thoughts were wavering over the current predicament and i was thinking of the not so distant future in case I fail...

k..Enough of the energising thoughts for boosting me I made up my mind to write the exam trying to remember as much as I can... though I was writing the exam thinking hard my mind was playing the movie "sathileelavati",one of my favourites from opening to closing credits....may be it was me watching the same movie in a parallel universe at the same time... anyway, relief was flooding over me as I saw people worried like me after the exam...

anyway the day didnt end soon...i had to go my proji's house for typing report and it havent ended yet (its already 5 in the morning) though in between we went to the movie "irumbu kottai muratu singam " which i liked very much,a short lived relief,my only sunshine in the day... adding to that I had a fight with Nigesh for me pulling his hair for no reason...though I dont regret one bit...

What can i title this!!!

Life is more like a train. The harder you run to catch it ,the faster it moves away; patiently you wait, the next one you get. Hi , I am Ajay back again. Waiting for my morning train , to reach college in time, to attend a class, just to continue my disturbed slumber .Alas ! finally got my train. Travelling in a train is an absolute pleasure. I stood firmly near the barricade which read ‘Don’t stand near the door step’. Hmmm. But rules are meant to be broken.
The train stated. I checked around ; it seemed to be little desolated ,devoid of the rushing crowd and suffocation. Relived from tolerating the breadth of your fellow passenger. I didn’t feel like resting my legs, so remained standing. Oh!! Just now noticed;a girl form my college is standing before me,leaning back on the opposite barricade.I noticed her looking at me. But when she noticed that I noticed, she turned away. As expected. Men always get a pleasure when women ogle them. Only few men accept the pleasure and even fewer women accept that they ogle.My memory suggested that I have seen her before . When and where ?. I don’t know!. Don’t even know her name. I ‘may have’ interested her , but honestly she didn’t interest me.
The train slowed down on reaching the next station “Mambalam”. Busy place even in an ‘unbusy’ time. But my luck or the girl’s luck , many didn’t board in at the door near which we stood. So that she can enjoy looking and I can enjoy being looked An old lady entered the train. Torn clothes , unconditioned hair, old bag were all enough to prove that ‘she is a beggar’. Beggars are the only people on earth who dares enough to accept that they beg. Little ironical. We all have begged , beg and will beg ; at some point or the other. But for richer things, which helps us to be unfit for the ‘beggar fratenity’. She went in to earn her living, asking for alms. Finally got back to the place where I stood. She stretched her hands to me. An old wrinkled hand with some new glittering coins. I knew I am being noticed by that girl. So to earn more of her attention, I took my wallet out ,carefully searched for a coin and dropped it on the beggar’s hand. Feeling proud!!. The girl will adore me more for my generosity. Checked my watch, a little late for my class.I peeped out through the door. Hmmm will reach saidapet in two minutes.. I exhaled.
I eventually noticed the old lady. She seems to be in her middle sixties. She could not even stand still , her legs shivering.. Well it could be because she has some rheumatoid dysfunction or may be she didn’t have food to give firmness to her old fragile legs. Her eyes are wet, with little drops of water down her cheeks, ya ya its called tears.. Its been long time that I wept, so forgot the term tears. Her lips moved, but her words unheared, She is lamenting something ; probably to herself or to some spirit standing beside her. She should be bemoaning about something, which bemused me ‘about what??.’ Her life, what else it can be. Our train reached Saidapet. She cleared her tears with her well clenched hands, not ready to lose her hard earned money. She placed her one leg on the platform, followed by another. “Thud…” I heard a sound. Just then realized, she slipped and fell down. Her money spattered away. In a quick movement , she stretched her arms and picked up her coins. It seems like she is competing with some one in the ‘picking game’. Making sure she got everything she dropped; she sat down in an awkward position and stated crying. Hmmm .. finally she felt the pain. The train started its journey . Again me and my admirer alone.
The old lady, her pathetic life, her needs pulled my attention away from the warmth of the pleasure which the girl’s look granted me. My parents always have informed me that “ its only God’s grace that we have everything in life”. Then why is their God not gracious to this lady. Some have told me that only good people get good things. Then ‘is she bad?’ . I don’t know!!. I have enough , then am I a saint … who you are kidding?? . Its not just her destitution that bothered me . ‘Her age’. “Why is nature so cruel to let us grey rather than die young” I thought to myself. My mind feared over the fact ,“one day I am going to be old too”. This trembling, loss of sight , delusions all are waiting for me. Perhaps ,for all of us. I could not get those tired eyes with pathetic tears from my mind. It sung a melancholy song which I heard.
I wondered what her family would be like. Everyone begging , as if a family profession. Or was she chased out of the house by an odious son and a cruel daughter-in-law?. She doesn’t seem to have anyone now.Her eyes squealed that to me. I not only felt a need for money , but a need for care from her.
She is in the end of her days. Death may walk up to her anytime. Dying may be painful, but dying alone with no one to care or moan or even cremate our body (with respect) is agonizing. She is facing that each day.
A stern voice distracted my thoughts “… we should not encourage begging…” a man standing near me said to his friend.
The other friend caught up his tune “… ya ya .. only in India they walk up into a train and ask for money.. We Indian never change… See other countries..”
“Exactly Ram . They all earn more than us , with zero tax…” the first man said. And both had a hearty laugh.
‘We Indians never change’ I chucked . But we Humans have changed a lot. Competition has become the mantra of this day. We compete even with people ,who beg for their living. Our logics have become strong, but our values perishing. ‘Survival of the fittest’ resurfacing in human society destroying human civilization and humanity.
Every day we walk out of our house with faith on us, our government and human constitution. But she thrives only on her faith in humanity. What can I do to help these cursed people. What can I really do?. I can only write my emotions out to reach the ‘human part’ of the reader’s mind.
“Hey you , not getting down..?” a sweet voice enquired . It’s the girl .
“Uh… what ..” I shrugged.
“Chrompet .. we have reached …” she smiled.
“oh … ya ya..” I realized and got down with her and said “thank you”
“ You are welcome…” she smiled and walked up the steps.
I combed my hair back, adjusted my specs and checked my watch.
“Oh my God, getting late for crypto class!!!!”……

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JAB WE MET!!!

‘Traffic congestion’ one damn thing I loathed very much now. Especially when you are in a taxi ,hurrying to catch a train ,to reach a place in time , to change your destiny ; you are more probable of getting a heart attack. But I made myself relaxed and that’s me. Reading the ‘most romantic novel’ ever created by any human, I despised the fact that I never had a single romantic moment in my twenty seven years of living.
“Sir ! we have reached” the driver informed me.. “oh!!” I replied and got out of his vehicle took my luggages .Removed some currencies from my wallet and paid him.He spoke in an hesitant tone “sir balance”. With a feeling of greatness I replied “Keep the change”..He shouted back “hey you have to give me 20 rupees more”. Raised my eye brows in shame “oops !! sorry” .Paid him his balance and entered the station.
All this time the verses and scenes from the novel kept running in my mind.. “love is a spark”… “love hits you”… “falling for her”… “walking with her , holding her soft hands”.. Finally reached the platform number 6. The information board displayed “Train delayed by 20 minutes …” I said to myself , “its all right”..
I looked around the place to trace something interesting , to kill the time I got out of the imperfections of our railway department.. Something struck me… ‘Wait’ ..Its actually someone.. I peeked again in the direction that dazzled me.. I finally realized.. ‘a girl’.. But not just a girl , my heart said “the girl”… She was standing alone with a small bag hung on her shoulders.I walked towards her to have a better look. The more I went close ,the more I lost myself. “Damn it” she seems to be the pinnacle of beauty. Her fair skin , long browny-black hair, expressive face and cherubic smile. Why nature has been so generous to her?. Her stylish black jeans and light blue tops ; aptly matched this ‘ravishing lass’.
I realized I have been staring at her for two long minutes. ‘My grey matter’ insisted the fact again and again “ Ajay you waited all these years only for her, if you miss her , your life would be one screwed up mess” … I know I have to talk to her, impress her and make her hear my heart’s song I composed for her… I went close to her, cleared my throat and said “hi”.. She turned towards me . ‘ My heart missed a beat’. Hesitantly she replied “hi”. I reacted quickly “hmmm, I am Ajay… I was waiting for my train and ... I saw you.. Have we met before??.. You look familiar..” She smiled “No ! I don’t think so..” . I spoke “oh!! Your name?? …. If you don’t mind “.. She smiled again and informed “Neha”.. I reiterated her “Neha Neha”.. My mind started to work with her name ‘Neha Ajay’ … wow!! I kept looking at her face.. I know time is running , I need to make a move. I urged my grit and spoke , “look Neha , I don’t want to circle around things.. I’ll come to the point..” Her smiled disappeared and she took a serious look . I continued “ Actually I got impressed by you,.. I dunno who you are and ofcourse you don’t know me.. But one thing I know is I want you in my life..” I spotted anger in her vivid eyes.. “Please don’t take me as a cheap loafer or something.. You are the first girl ,to whom ,I am speaking like this in my life and I dunno why”… She turned her face away from me . Oh , what have I done . I messed up everything;should have handled things little slowly. I regretted.
I tried to make up for the damage “Life is meant to live and I now feel, for me , living is meant to be with you…. please say something.” She turned and said “what do you want me to say, look I am …….” She started to say something .. I interrupted “cool ..cool.. wait . First of all I am sorry for the way I approached , but ofcourse not for what I have said.. I get you something to chill you down.. then we can talk about it”.. I went to get something for ‘my girl’.. She waved her head in disgust and combed her long hair back.. What can I get in a railway platform that is ‘worthy of this princess’.. I went to a stall and bought two tins of cool drinks and made sure they are really cool.. I ran back to her and offered one tin.. She stared at me . I understood her look and played with words “hey look! I am just offering a cool drink, accepting this doesn’t mean you are accepting my proposal… Fair enough???” She chuckled and took the cool drink from me. Her fingers slightly touched mine.. Wow!!.. She took two sips. I started my ‘ impress – schemes’ again.. I told her everything about me, my ambition , my life… finally questioned her “hmmm so what do you say? Am I worthy enough?”. She ‘smiled’ again ,it was more of a ‘laugh’.. I romantically added “ Please don’t smile again… I don’t have another heart to lose”.. She smiled closing her eyes with her fingers .. I asked myself ‘is it coy??’ .. She looks even more prettier when shyness overtook her sternness…
A guy with a little girl in his hand came towards us…. And said “I got the luggages ..” She turned to me and said “ Ajay this is my husband Naresh and that’s my daughter Priya..”. “What?” … “hu… hus …. Husband” . I am almost on the verge of fainting. She pointed me to him and said “And ,this is Ajay… hmmm….a friend of mine”. She smiled yet again at me. But I am in no mood now to admire her smile.Her hubby offered his hand to shake with mine as a friendly gesture and greeted “Hi Ajay”. I shook with him. I squirmed over what have I done now.. ‘ I shook hands with the MR of my wished to be MRS’.
“Ok honey I’ll go and get cab for us, you come ... and bye Mr.Ajay” saying this he left. And again me and her alone ,but now I cant savor being alone with her. I am really embarrassed ; cant even look her eyes.She finally broke the silence and spoke “ So Ajay hope you would have understood …”.I shook my head in approval and said “ I am sorry … really sorry… ”. She started to walk past me , walking three steps she turned and smiled at me and said “ Had I met you before Naresh …… well….. I would have fallen for you…. Bye” saying this she slowly disappeared into the crowd…
The announcement of the arrival of my train startled me. I came out of what had just happened.Took my luggages and walked. I realized what was in my hand “The romantic novel”. I threw it in trash and entered my train.

WHY??

It is always a pleasure to watch blood gushing out , except if its not our own blood. And the smell of my blood didn’t please me . The tincture on my wound seems to be more powerful than I anticipated. I took a long breath . In this tent I felt really relaxed . Someone needs to inform me that I am in a battleground to realize the disasters going on out there. Yes , I am a soldier; fighting for my country. In this solitude ‘licking my wounds’ which I endured for my country.After thirteen hours and forty seven minutes of combating ; I got my own time to breath. I walked out of the tent.All over the place I saw wounded soldiers, blood splashed and bodies lying disrespectfully .These images are not new to me ; perhaps for any ‘warrior’. I smiled ,boasting over my ‘warrior title’.
A corpse at a distance got my attention .I marched towards it. It didn’t take much effort for me to recognize the ‘ex-human’ (ya he is not a human anymore ,just a thing).It was I who shot this bastard. How dare he fights against my nation. I shouted in ire ,“ You and your country deserve this you sick son of a b****”. I felt really proud of my bravery.I wanted the comfort of the tent.So took one last glance at my victim.Something started disturbing me. My pride melted like a ice placed near a burning kettle. All I had in my mind now is one question “Why did I kill him??” Ya he is a ‘enemy soldier’ that’s why!!!..But does he deserve death for that..
I stared at him for quiet a long time . He looked more like me; two eyes ,two ears, nose, hair,two arms and legs.. I know that’s because we both are humans.I didn’t kill an alien just a fellow human being. I shouted to myself “Hey don’t be stupid, you did your duty”.. But what is my duty ;killing innocent people?.Is he innocent?? I don’t know.. I don’t even know his name ,yet I took his life with my bravery.. What has he wronged me?? Did he harm my parents? Did he molest my wife? Did he assault my little girl? NO !! is the obvious answer.. Then why ?? Patriotism(both his and mine).. I have heard ‘killing being justified by vengeance’ but can patriotism justify it.?. What is patriotism after all? ‘love for my country’ .. Then what is ‘country’? I felt really annoyed with my mind for framing so many questions today.. Country is a land ,a part of our planet earth which we divided from the rest for human ruling. One truth hit me right on my mind ‘I killed this person for the imaginary boundary which my ancestors created’… of course if I didn’t, he would have killed me.. What really made us enemies?? Being born few hundred kilometers apart across the boundary??. Ya that’s all… Else we would have been friends,even would have shared drinks..
Does he have a family??.Loving parents, beautiful wife and smart children waiting for him to return home.. A pleasant ‘family reunion’ scene came to my mind.. But I erased this scene from reality.. Because he is never gonna walk back home… With a single trigger of my rifle I changed lives of many people.. ‘I ended a man’s life’ , I turned ‘a woman into a widow’ and made children father less… If I have so much power over others’ life , then “am I God” or is God acting on me to carry his deeds.. I have heard that God has a reason for every deed of His. Does He has one for this?? I don’t know…
I knelt down ,closed his eyes with the very hands that closed his life.. I stood up and saluted him for his “humanship”… I walked back thinking , “Am I a soldier or a creep sinner ,only God(if exist) can judge me”………

MJ IMPERSONATOR - DC BILLE JEAN

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MJ IMPERSONATOR - DC {GHOSTS}

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LOVE

Love is one of the most beautiful feelings that man vibes in life. ‘Love is rapturous’. Every movie ,every novel centered upon on love ,por
traits ‘love’ as the magic that binds souls together .. Men and women in love say “true love never ends”.
Well well , I agree with all this .But does true love never ends??. It really disturbed me. Then all love that breaks are “apocryphal” ?. This urged me to search for an answer.
Actually love is of many genres. But the one we are interested here is the ‘romantic love’. The love between a man and a woman. Love is an assortment of three phases. Falling in love , falling out of love and start loving.
FALLING IN LOVE:
As the name says it makes us “fall”. Either the other person’s looks or their behaviour or any other aspect attracts us . The point is “it makes us fall”. It is when the ecstatic feeling begins . Why we feel so?? The explanation will be a little tricky…. When we were born and we start enjoying mother’s love ‘psychologically’ we feel an oneness with our surrounding . There was no “me” and “you”.. But as we grow ,we start developing a seperatedness.. The “me” starts to develop and the “ego boundaries” grows. We all start carrying an identity .This makes us sick,frustated and insecure….. But when we “fall in love” this ego boundary dilutes partially.. We once again feel the oneness ( with the person ). . The “me” and “you” gets redefined as “we” . And this gives a soothing feeling.. We do anything for ‘our another half’.. This makes one say “love is beautiful” This oneness inspires us ,encourages us ,gives us courage and power to face anything in life.. But.
The fairy tale saying “ they lived happily ever after” does not exist in reality.

FALLING OUT OF LOVE:
‘Life becomes absolutely unexplainable ,when you try to explain the inevitable’.. Yes ‘falling out of love’ is inevitable.. It is an ugly truth , but a truth.. The moment one falls in love , ‘his falling out of love’ is dated ,perhaps ‘post-dated’.. It could be after the espousal or even before that .. Why is it so?? Under the spell of love you have fallen in ; ‘the other person seems perfect’.. His/her every imperfections seems to add worth to them.. But as days slips by,the month rolls by the spell slowly disappears and you start living with a “fellow person” of this world. The ego boundaries sets back.. The “we” diappears and the “you and me” starts appearing…
This is when people say “it was all his/her fault”, “you are not the same you used to be”, “you deceived me”, “you have changed a lot”!!!!... The other person’s smallest imperfections makes them unworthy of our love. Actually it is no bodies fault , we humans are “hard-wired “ that way..
This is when most relationship breaks.This is where marriages comes to an end. If we don’t understand this ‘inevitable nature of ours’ ,then love becomes miserable and life becomes even more miserable.

START LOVING:
‘Start loving’?? Then what were we talking about for so long?? ( To me the ‘real human love’ starts only here). Love demands effort. Love tires us. But it makes us evolve and it adds to our selfworth… makes life more meaningful and happy.. Only when the “magic” ends real love begins.. You don’t still feel the person as a part of yourself.. But still you work for them ,make them feel good,.. you embrace them . “And this what love is all about”.. People who can really love are independent. Love is not “ I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU” .This is actually a dependance . We need the person for only our comfort and demands , in a subtle way. Real love is “ I CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU ,BUT STILL I WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU” . Many relationship doesn’t come to this stage and that’s where love breaks. Love is a commitment. A commitment that makes life more meaningful…
Each of the three phases are equally enjoyable if you understand them.. “START LOVING,START LIVING”

[REFERENCE :- from the book “ROAD LESS TRAVELLED” by DR.SCOTT PECK]