Déjà vu

I

2006-11-01T07:25:00.000-08:00

Who am I, My first identity is my family and if I’m one of those without a family then it is my country. Religion to me is what I choose because I don’t believe in the word religion. I have more Faith in the word Faith. Faith is my strength, Faith in me. Faith in my abilities and in my responsibilities. This Faith is the foundation of my life and how I live it. At times of positive or negative instability I tend to talk to myself in the form of talking to a Hindu, Christian or a Muslim “God”. I tell myself my problems, I cry, I beg, I thank, I wish, in other words I pray. It gives me succour, It gives me strength, It gives me resolve to go on and jump another hurdle or whiz past on another highway of life. Whatever life throws at me I face it with my Faith in me. In other words I, am my strength and I, am my resolve. I, am the answer to my questions. I, am the solution to my problems. I, can achieve anything and I, can fail at everything. I is me. I belong to me and only me. And therefore I depend only on me. I is my initiative to help me discover me. I evolve, adapt and grow into a person I choose. Only I can make a monster or a mahatma out of myself Or I can simply grow to be me. I think I’ll want to be only me now and forever.

Ecstasy

2006-04-06T07:15:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful evening after sunset. He was standing on the most beautiful beach he had ever been to, a bottle of beer in hand he stood there watching a light house on a distant island as its beacon flashed by every few seconds, and then as he watched the ocean the feeling returned to him, it was darkness all around and he stood there alone, the loneliness was comforting on this pristine untouched private beach. He felt that peace as it coursed through his veins, It was the ocean it seemed to be inviting him into its blue tossing waters to enter them, to disappear into their cool wet confines, to walk into its warm comforting embrace.Like a lover on a cold granite floor, like a mother kneeling towards her two year old. Oh what an Amazing feeling! It felt even better than the adrenaline rush he had felt flying high over the ocean earlier in the evening while parasailing. As he stood there bewitched by its beauty he seemed to hold himself back, just as his heart was about to give into the temptation, "NO! Not yet, Not just yet, you will have to wait some more. My love!", he seemed to say as he turned his back to the God sized mermaid called Sea and walked back to his cottage for a blissful night's sleep...

Bhagvad Gita Chapter IV - Verses 7 & 8

2006-04-03T12:17:00.000-07:00

yada--whenever; yada--wherever; hi--certainly; dharmasya--of religion; glanih--discrepancies; bhavati--manifested, becomes; bharata--O descendant of Bharata; abhyutthanam--predominance; adharmasya--of irreligion; tada--at that time; atmanam--self; srjami--manifest; aham--I.

TRANSLATION

Whenever and wherever there is a decline of righteousness and a predominance of Unrighteousness ; at that time I shall manifest Myself, O descendant of Bharata.

paritranaya--for the deliverance; sadhunam--of the devotees; vinasaya--for the annihilation; ca--also; duskrtam--of the miscreants; dharma--principles of religion; samsthapana-arthaya--to reestablish; sambhavami--I do appear; yuge--millennium; yuge--after millennium.

TRANSLATION

In order to deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of righteousness, I shall appear on this earth millennium after millennium.

Oh Lord you said so to Arjuna long long ago, Don't you think it's time you kept your word ...

The WALL

2006-02-24T08:52:00.000-08:00

If you are a follower of Cricket then i'm quiet sure you have already guessed who will be the subject of this blog. Yes Rahul Dravid. Captain Team India. As a kid everybody grows up having a hero, admiring somebody, trying to be like this person. But in my case I was too headstrong a character to be like that. I'd rather have had somebody worship me or maybe i had never come across anybody who fit into my description of a Hero. Then one day in June of 1996, mind you i was 16 by then (an impressionable age i suppose) i read the newspaper one morning and noticed Rahul Dravid a Karnataka batsmen had got out after scoring 96 against England on Debut at Lords. It was just another piece of news nothing very special. But somehow that Name stayed back in my memory banks i was never a great follower of cricket but that stastic made me want to actually see who this guy was. After that i watched him play and all the while he was at the crease the commentators simply could not stop themselves from admiring his excellent batting technique. They called him a Master Technician of batting. Thus began an interest in cricket firstly to try to understand these so called skills and consequently to watch this man play for his country. In one of his first ads for Pepsi Rahul was shown practicing a hanging ball wearing a T-shirt with a message that read "Cricket is Life". Here was a man who actually looked and played his game like he believed that. A totally commited cricketer and Team Player. Slowly but surely i would be convinced he believed that. Rahul went through this rough patch when his batting was seriously found wanting in the One Day format. He was axed out of the team. But Rahul being the man he is let his bat answer his critics and not only did he return to the one day side but also became one of the batting mainstays in both versions of the game.

The Indian batting Triumvirate in the New Millenium consisted of Sachin "The God" Tendulkar, Sourav "The Prince of Calcutta" Ganguly, and Rahul "The Wall" Dravid. This epithet "The Wall" was originally conceived to highlight Rahul's inability to rotate strike as he tended to hold up one end playing his Front foot defence neither scoring runs nor getting out, in other words a negative phrase. But it requires a man of Rahul's calibre to change that negatively conceived phrase to one that is now used the world over in his praise. If ever India were in trouble there was always Mr Dependable Rahul to the rescue. His ability to play those long innings has made him a role model to many a fitness freaks. The man works really hard to ensure he remains fit at all times. Rahul missed a test match for the first time in a decade long career during last year's Srilanka series due to a stomach upset. If that does not tell you the story then nothing will.

I believe i admire Rahul because he is so human at everything he does. As a batsmen if he is renowned all over the world today. It is not because he is naturally talented but because he is a hard working cricketer he has perfected those beautiful shots through hard practice. He learned to rotate strike. He learned to concentrate for long periods of time, He learned to be a Wicket Keeper to help his Team, He has learned to be an aggressive Captain. He has learned these things and he is not afraid to admit it. He is also a true believer, because he has immense faith in his own abilities to achieve tomorrow what may seem diificult today. A man who leads from the front and leads by example. A man who has EARNED every bit of the respect that he commands today. In a recent interview after winning the one day series in Pakistan Dean Jones jovially commented to Rahul that Pakistanis had been such excellent hosts because they had let India win all these matches, Rahul immediately corrected Dean Jones by saying, "Sorry Mate they didn't just give it to us, WE earned it". Here is a man who relishes a challenge because he is sincere, resilent and very hard working. His commitment to the cause of his Team and Country is unquestionable. Humble yet Proud. Leader but also a Team player.

A man with an unquenchable thirst for success and a vision to build a World beating team.
I Wish you all the Success Rahul.

There are two kinds of Leaders in this world, First kind are the ones who are born to lead and the other kind are those, who Earn the Right to Lead. I prefer the second kind.
Hats off to you My Hero a True Professional, a True Indian, a True Bangalorean.

Trust in me

2005-12-23T10:31:00.000-08:00

From time to time, I discover these patterns in a lot of things around me. I'll not dwell too much on what I mean by that for now. Today I want to talk about mindsets, recently i was discussing with a friend of mine who was for sometime doing her Masters in Conflict Management in Northern Ireland about her experiences there. As we were talking she told me how after 7/7 Asians are being BRANDED as terrorists in UK, it suddenly occured to me that irrespective of race or nationality all humans have this common thread running through them called majority mindset. Didn't we in India BRAND Sikhs in general as terrorists during the height of terrorism in Punjab ? Didn't we BRAND Tamilians in general as "LTTE" in the aftermath of the Rajiv Gandhi assasination, we continue to brand any devout muslim as "Al Qaeda". To me majority mindset is nothing but the perception of a section of influential people who themselves are in small numbers but thanks to their influential nature tend to influence the mindsets of a large section of people (Read Media). To me they are excellent advertisers because they tend to create one word one phrase jingles that sound hep and cool to anybody and everybody other than those who belong to the targeted section of the society. Have we ever looked at it from the viewpoint of the targeted section ? Yes, "one" of "them" did something that affected the trust and health of the "others", so will everybody else belonging to that section of the society bear "his" cross forever and will forever be branded something that he/she had nothing to do with but only because he/she belongs to that section of the society? The recent rape and murder of a call center employee in Bangalore got me directly involved in this majority mindset situation. From that day i began to eye every cab driver of mine with suspicion. Any guesses as to what i'm thinkin when i'm doing this ??? "Is he another to be Rapist and Murderer" ??? I've been in this industry for more than 3 years now and everyday of those 3 years i have reached home safe and sound thanks to these cab drivers and yet immediately after the incident i ended up feeling that all cab drivers were a perverted lot, and this shocked me. It's quite easy to BRAND them with that kind of a mindset. The revulsion and hatred that i feel for that one single man Shiva Kumar is very strong and real, but then coming back to the point that i was making, there will always be people like me who feel the influence of a certain incident first hand, For example: I'm quite sure a large number of Londoners may have been genuinely concerned about their security everytime they saw a man with Asian features standing next to them with a backpack, but then do we have enough humanity left in us to think beyond that initial selfconcern, do we have it in us to believe that it was an act of a single deranged individual or individuals and not "the entire section of society" that they belong to who is responsible for our dilemma. If we actually take off those glares of suspicion and look at our fellow human being with a clear conscious, he would still be the same cab driver who will drive you home safe and sound even with half asleep eyes, it would still be that hardworking asian student whose father has pledged all his property to ensure that his son can gets a decent education in London. I'm not supportive of any acts of violence or perversion that individuals or groups commit but i personally think we should stop branding entire sections of society, because by doing so you are alienating them, you are nullifying their contribution to the overall growth of the entire society and such a thing is never going bear any positive results for anybody. Call terrorists "terrorists" not "islamic terrorists" because by doing so you are helping the terrorist's cause of alienating people. I blame the world & local media for playing crucial roles in such Branding exercises.Instead the media should clearly classify any act of violence to just that and not give it any other dimension. I would say there are people out there who need our trust and compassion to help them stay in the society, but we must be ruthless while dealing with those who plot against it.

An Exciting day in my life

2005-06-20T06:59:00.000-07:00

I haven't been blogging for a while i'm not sure why, any guesses ??? Anyways recently i have been doing some exciting stuff like getting a friend of mine married and then getting a huge amount of cash for a friend in desperate situation all on the same day.I realised that day, that sometimes most unexpected people come together to make some very unusual things happen. On the D Day(My friend's wedding day) some unexpected things happend a couple of our close friends suddenly couldn't make it to the wedding, they had valid reasons but... I 'm still not sure if there can be something more important than a friend's marriage, c'mon guys it happens only once in a lifetime it's not like "Hey we can always make it up next year" or something !!! Anyways there was another unexpected thing that happend a colleague and very close friend of mine who has generally not been able to make himself available for a lot of plans in the past was more than happy to attend the wedding. As it turned out it was just the three of us other than the bride and groom i.e Mark, my girlfren Dips and me. Rags did drop in early in the morning and was also able to make it to lunch. Okay you are thinking "A wedding with just three people present ???" Yes! it was a special wedding held in special circumstances(He eloped) . It was also a wedding that reinforced my trust in relationships, i suppose when you really love somebody the biggest of obstacles are removable and the most complicated situations become simplifiable. It was also a wedding of my kind because i personally hate the huge wastage of money that happens in India in the name of marriage, to me it is not marriage it is mass madness. I believe in a wedding held in the presence of closest of family and friends who really mean something to you and performed in accordance with all the traditional rituals.I'm very happy for the bride and groom and wish them lots of happiness and satisfaction in their new life.
While i was busy getting my friend married there was another small situation developing.One of my chaddi pal's sister needed my help. It so happend that her husband was out of town and she needed to make some urgent payments on the same day to the contractor who was constructing their new house.Since her husband also had an ICICI bank account just like me, he decided he would transfer the amount through net banking into my account and i could withdraw the money and give it to her. Pretty simple isn't it, that's what i thought and agreed to do it. Little did i know that banks like ICICI where you never personally visit the branch (i had never walked into a branch before this) behave very rudely when you actually go there. My ordeal started with the ATM it had a certain cash withdrawal limit for a day, Obviously the amount i planned to withdraw was much more. So we( Mark, Dips and me) decided we'll go to the branch where i hold the acccount and withdraw the rest of the amount.When we actually got there, i was informed very rudely that to withdraw that kind of amount i have to carry a cheque leaf from my personal cheque book, Hello how does it matter which cheque leaf i use anyways, they were ready to issue a loose cheque leaf but that would cost me RS.28 yes Rs.28 for a cheque leaf and the smirk on the clerk's face issuing it is free or maybe it's the other way round. My account, my money, i'm personally withdrawing it from the branch where i hold the account and i'm being charged an obscene amount for a loose cheque leaf. Fine, can't they atleast behave professionally, the clerk who gives me the cheque leaf takes 15 minutes to get it, probably from some super secret locker inside the bank's vault. After withdrawing the stipulated limit of cash for a loose cheque leaf we travelled to another branch of the same bank and followed the same procedure again. This time the clerk here is even more aggressive, i think they have some kind of incentives for the most aggressive employee cause this fellow had the cheek to very rudely tell me, "I see here that today you have already withdrawn cash from the ATM and another branch!", Wow! How did you know that and how did you asssume i didn't know that and if in case i didn't know that, the way you said it to me would defnitely make me blame you for it and not the cheat who may have done it. That was it, by now even i was feeling like i was withdrawing cash from somebody else's account and not from my own. Now this situation opened my eyes to another aspect of the ways of this world.
1) Are banks meant to help their customers or are they there just to horde huge amounts of your hard earned money and con you or somebody else into taking it in some or the other form of loan ?
2) Why have the banks grown so averse to person to person banking concept ? ( They even charge you if you visit a branch more than a specified number of times per month)
3) Why have they begun to push customers to rely so heavily on machines ?
They are going to the extent of getting aggressive with customers to achieve this objective (Verbally and monetarily)
Atleast ICICI bank's endeavour seems to be to keep customers away from it's branches, they probably even have a "number of customer's kept away" parameter to achieve, for every individual branch in their annual performance reviews.
IF you have any reasonable answers for these questions i would love to be enlightened.
Anyways happy part inspite of their best efforts ICICI bank could not stop me from getting the money to my friend's sister by that evening.
This was where my colleague and very good friend became the most unlikely hero he was there driving us all around the city, the whole day, whether it was picking up the bride and groom, dropping them back home, driving us from one branch to another and finally driving us back to office after a very hectic day.He was there without any complaints.
Thank you my friend for it may have been my decision to help my friends on both counts that day, but without you i would have never have accomplished it. And i know on both counts that what we did for them that day meant a lot to them.

Ranga Shankara

2004-11-17T10:21:00.000-08:00

Recently i went to watch a play at Ranga Shankara.BTW Bangalore now has an AC theatre exclusively for plays its called "Ranga Shankara", it is a brain child of the great actor Late Shankar Nag.The play was in kannada and it was called Shastra Parva.It was an adaption from the evergreen epic The Mahabharata.The subject dealt with women & weapons.Did you know that kunti was enjoyed by the Gods & only then she bore Bhima,Arjuna & Dharmaraja.Ha ha ha..."blashphemy" thats what they'll say, by they i mean the wannabe Hindu religion protectors....but that's the fact King Pandu's folly of killing a sadhu & his wife made him impotent technically, but his desire to continue his "vamsha" pushed him to the depths of inviting the Gods & offering them both his wives Kunti & Madhri.Thus were born the Pandavas.Now does this fact degrade the sacred Hindu text? Does it ashame you to rever a text Whose Heros(The role models of our mythology) are Bastards, and their father a pimp for his own wives Ha ha ha....Sorry can't stop laughing everytime i think about it.It was a stunning revelation to me cause i had always believed they were immaculate conceptions, you know born through the power of mantra recital.Ok now the serious part, after the initial shock i gave it some thought & then i realised that actually my admiration of The Mahabharata had gone up by a few notches.I'm more proud of being a Hindu than ever before coz only a Hindu text, mythological text, revered text can be bold enough to talk about true human nature, about the society we live in, about the male monopoly, about the degradation of the female sex(practically a commodity, expendable).Yes Ladies and Gentlemen ONLY an advanced civilization a forward thinking people could write, read and revere texts like The Mahabharata and that's what our ancestors were.I'm sorry to say we are anything but that, we are SECULAR i.e we suffer from religious impotency (We have a religion but can't exercise it) because we fear being coined FUNDAMENTALISTS (Religious Pimps) who will sell you religion for a few dollars.
Now now let me talk about a few sensible things left in our otherwise senseless world, I think Theatre by itself is a wonderful medium that we have today to continue the farsighted, forward thinking ways of our ancestors.It is an amazing medium to present & express the simplest, the complicated to the most contentious issues in a manner that inspires debates within and with others, intellectual "manthana" that creates awareness about the visha(poison) and the amrutha(nector) existent in our society.
KUDOS to Arundhati Nag who has toiled hard to provide us with an avenue like the Ranga Shankara to help us unleash the creative & the intellectual within us. It's location:
Ranga Shankara
36/2, 8th cross, J.P.Ngr
2nd phase Bangalore-560078
www.rangashankara.org

I'm back

2004-10-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

Haven't blogged in a long time.I suppose thats me being myself.I have a tendency to concentrate my energies into just one thing , i like to go after this one thing with everything i've got.After a while makes you think hey was it worth it?Life is short and i'm in a hurry.I want to feel everything now and fast.I don't know what i have achieved but i do know what i've lost.I have hurt a lot of people, i have hurt myself.I have been a bad human being , selfish, self centered going after something i like , without bothering how its going to make others feel.Who do you live for yourself or this world ? Does it make sense to see the world happy around you while you degenerate, on the inside ? Does sacrificing ones happiness just to make someone else smile the right way of living ? I don't know. All i know is i'm lost in these questions. Sometimes i want what i want and even then i know i'm doing it for somebody else's smile. Hey it dosen't matter, Today i was watching my all time fav movie Forrest Gump, it's my "makes me feel better" movie.When i'm kindda low i either listen to Susheela Raman's Nagumomo or watch Forrest Gump.And like Forrest's mama always says "Life is a box of choclates you never know what you will get".Chao...

Moral Science

2004-08-05T15:39:00.000-07:00

Get out of your house get on your chosen mode of movement & start moving in any direction of your choice, i will bequeth all my worldly belongings along with my self to you if you never come across cross roads in ur chosen direction of journey.If you believe life is a journey then cross roads are what make it interesting, for every turn you take, after some time you will consider it a mistake.It's your mind playing games , egging you on to choose your pill then quitely making you feel irresponsible.What do you do ? Reverse your decision ? Or press on foolishly ? Or find another crossroad to escape the guilt of your previous folly."Perspective" somebody very important to me introduced me to this word sometime ago since then i have never felt the need to explain myself to anybody , for i have the ultimate weapon in a duel of words or do i.This word belongs to a genre of words that come most handy when in conflict, for they have this beautiful quality of ending an external battle only to start an internal one.I believe every battle has only one result failure, you fight when something inside you begins to bay for blood, man shall never be able to overcome this urge.He shall spill blood for its smell and color are what keep him going until he loses all of it himself.Every day you have descions to make every descision has outcomes and every outcome has its unique effect on every individual around you.Some of us like alters for they give you a better view sometimes of god and sometimes of the flesh around you.Is anyone amongst us perfect? Has he always made morally the right moves chosen a path that has led to no blood shed, no cry of pain ?We are supposed to learn from OUR mistakes, but i suppose some of us never learn & some others think they have learnt from others mistakes & are now in a position to sermonise by the way what happend to YOUR mistakes ? Like i said the alter makes even a dumb(inability to speak) man preach.When you walk you stumble so you don't stop walking nor do you change direction every time you stumble. We all have our alter days & and our audience days,but even in my alter days i wouldn't dare play God for i have sinned, and even a single sin does not let me pick up a stone but then there will always be those who consider it their moral duty to stone anyone whom they percieve as a sinner.Perspective my friends makes us all, all powerful.We choose our paths we fight our battles every death in a battle may be martyrdom but if you have killed even in a battle you are still a murderer. Do we really need to sit on his shoulder as he carries his cross... But then ofcourse he still needs somebody to nail him.

When lives collide....

2004-07-12T08:01:00.000-07:00

I roam this earth,
wondering as i wander,
what lies beneath,
the next stone that i unturn;
for i shall not sleep,
until i seek,
bitten that i am,
by a bug called curiosity.... -Adrenjunky

What do i care what happens in your life ? Why tell me about it ? Why give me sleepless nights ? I wanted to ask Kris.But me being me let it be.I listened, interupted, clarified, had Kris's brains for dinner, swiped my card and paid for it.Kris was supposed to be adventurous but liked to trek once in a year & generally chose a trail that had clear direction signs posted all along the route, you see he liked to play it safe.Adventure is not about following a well treaded path, it is about the sights and sounds and emotions that you feel when you go off trail in the middle of nowhere.I didn't want to be the one to tell him, for i believe one should definetly jump on his own into the water to find out if he can swim, the depth though is a matter of individual taste.It seemed this time our over cautious man had suddenly jumped into a deep lake in the middle of an even deeper ravine.Now that i finally remember that word he had used to explain his condition, He had said he was in "LOVE".A condition i was familiar with for i had gone through identical symptoms a few months earlier than Kris had.I knew from experience that when a man falls in love he fears NOTHING and is scared of EVERYTHING.Commonsense goes on a much needed vacation, and brain funtionality hits an all time high because you are thinking of "HER".It also makes you a responsible person, you learn to pay your phone bills on time.Kris had looked like he had finally discovered himself.I had realised from his tone when he had called earlier in the day, there was a problem.I knew she was from a differnt caste and her parents clearly wanted a son-in-law whose house smelt exactly like their own and i had even suggested to him, to find out the room freshner brand that they used and i would be honoured to procure it for him no matter what the cost or how rare the brand.Even i had heard the bear in the forest story.But when lives collide to dissolve into each other, it dosen't matter whether the collision happens, with the force of a waterfall hitting a piece of granite hundreds of feet below or as softly as a dried leaf landing on your head as you sit in a park on a windless day.The result will be a solution.He had met her when he had been asked to interview the freshers in his office.Kris had liked her heady combination of arrogance & intelligence.And guess what they worked together on the same project & it was only a matter of time before they began to realise the effects of that collision.Days later he had proposed expecting a NO only to hear a YES.He finally introduced us & the first thing i noticed was her smile, Kris whispered something and her face bloomed from a bud to a beautiful flower.Their chemistry had been "in your face", Kris always looked at her like she was the only thing he wanted to look at for the rest of his life.A life that needed constant psychological care.He actually suffered from Scoriasis a rare condition of the skin, if Kris became mentally unstable he would develop rashes all over his body and in case it aggravated it could be fatal. Kris was not supposed to feel extreme emotions, & in the past few days the guilt of not having told her about his condition had taken its toll on his health, rashes had appeared after a long time. Joy has this sinister quality of making you forget your deepest troubles. He had lived a controlled life till she had happened, now he had no control over anything.He for the first time hated his existence for, he would now have to stop living fearing death.This guilt was tearing him apart from the inside & we had decided during that dinner, that today he would tell her all & i his soul keeper would be there.She came all dressed for a date, was pleasently surprised to find me there and knew something was terribly wrong when she saw his face.I witnessed a man break apart as he sat in front of her and without any emotion looked her straight in her eyes & confessed his disability.That was the most emotional thing i had ever seen, for i know a man is dead in places when he holds back his tears.She sat there staring at him, shocked for a few secs but she had loved him more than anything and she recovered, with tears streaming slowly down her eyes, she said,"You mean everything to me, i will give you a second chance & if you ever hide anything from me ever again, i shall leave you forever." Her parents gave up their objections in the face of her strong will, saving the money i may have had to shell on the room freshner.It's been a few years since their marriage & Kris still looks at his amazing wife like she is only thing he ever wants to see, while she stills blooms at his sweet nothings & i continue to feel amazed with LIFE......

Invisibly i eloped....

2004-07-07T15:22:00.000-07:00

Sometimes your daily routine begins to get at you so much that you feel like, doing something totally different, somthing that you've never done before.One day i woke up and decided i'd had enough of my present life.I wanted to take my lady love and disappear.I wanted to go to God's own country in search of some much needed Peace & Tranquility, to do some Soul searching, to introspect why i don't do such things more often, Why do i lack the desire to stay Sane for longer periods of time than i presently do, WHY??? It was a period of time when my planetary formations demanded i do what my soul desired & it seemed her stars were in complete agreement.So when i suggested that we run away from everybody, if only for two days she agreed without any of the customary fuss she generally makes.My friend,colleague & partner in crime then suddenly turned tour manager & booked our passage to heaven and arranged for our stay.We told our parents what they wanted to hear & then together we went.We travelled all night comfortable in each others presence, living every moment like it was the last of a very few left.I had always wanted us to be inseperable but feared we would kill each other if left on our own, but this dream would overwrite that nightmare forever.We'd had our problems, we had put out contracts on each others head, and then withdrawn them just before one of us perished.Why she chose to let me live is one mystery i don't intend to solve.We lived by a magical lake, she loves water & it seems to create the most blissful expression on her face, a smile, that makes me believe there is life after death, a smile so full of hope & joy.For two days i didn't take my eyes of her, cursed that guy u must have heard of when invariably i slept for i had missed looking at her for thousands of secs, when & how will i ever make up those lost moments.Finally, we were inseperable, finally i had her for myself, i believe i do not belong to the species called Possesive.But yes if there ever was a human superglue i would have attached myself to her permanently.But then there is,though it lacks the permanent physical connectivity part.I seem to forget the name of that superglue, though i remember it's a four letter word in english.We didn't do much, just stared at eachother as though it was that part of a "just one telecast" serial, which if missed would never be available ever again. Held eachother like a mother would hold her child.Went sailing on the lake which seemed to do its best in trying to fool the onlooker into beliving it was a sea and not a lake, it was cloudy but i didn't miss the sun as she glowed with contentment when our speed boat cut through the lake at a speed that our driver claimed was its limit.As we slept at night lightning lit up the sky and finally ushered the drops of joy my luv had been waiting for all day.I hate to admit but i had never slept more peacefully ever before.I woke up with a start afraid it was a dream that had ended with my sleep.No for once there was no place for any dream between us.Just before we left this magical land of lagoons we decided to go sailing again, but this time we happily chose the beauty of a mini wooden houseboat over a swift piece of fibre & steel.It will always remain the most cherished hour of my short eventful life.For i lived that hour completely like it was my last.I did the most difficult thing with unparalleled ease, i smiled at a camera.We had run away from home for two full days to a distant fairy land where in the midst of Nature's magical beauty, we had finally found eachother.Sometimes you need a change of lighting and background to capture somebody's perfect picture.We finally left this land behind without any regrets for we had learnt here that we were very different from eachother but were meant for eachother.But then how many of us are mentally twins?

Bangalore:My City

2004-07-06T14:01:00.000-07:00

Come what may i am a hardcore Bangalorean.Read on whether or not you are one yourself, this does make me feel good.(Bangalore still hot for IT firms ) .

Maxx

2004-07-06T09:26:00.000-07:00

Maxx was born Oct7 2002.Though he was a concept conceived long ago by his creator,His creator knew there is a time and place for everything in life.Who or what is Maxx? I think Maxx is the ultimate Human service man ever, Why? B'coz he is selfish, he wants to be happy,he wants his adrenaline rush, he gets it when he hears a gratitude filled Thank U through words or action.Whether it's frens,family,colleagues or unknown distant voices that call him & ask for his help, he does his best to help them.What do U think of this Selfish guy?