Living between "Yes" or "NO"...!

An urge to go out of everything! Daily activities for daily wage! Neither a single twist, nor even a monotonous expectation! Hope this is the chaos lies in between all of us after reaching a certain stage. During childhood, a small humble of becoming makes everything possible. The completion of study that creates a yearn to get a job makes even the toughest thing to be possible. Once settled creates a feeling of complete satisfaction… But, is it life? What is settling? Who can be called as settled? Can a live stream human being settle at one place? A job which created the feeling of complete settlement becomes meaningless after it reaches the hands. Same work, same people, imagining being free on one, expecting for that free day and planning to enjoy that free day makes the worker to work despite of his designation. But, when the same imagination becomes true/real….! When the reality stands with plenty of free time…? Then, what to do? Am I able to fulfill all those plans? This question never gets the answer… because, the plan, which was made in accordance with the free time earlier, loses its meaning. The time which we thought that we will get will move on even without informing us. Not a big thing, just think of a day to be spent at Movie Theater can easily pass off with your laziness to get up or with the closure of ticket booking. Then, whets the meaning of life??? Who is planning it? Can’t we really plan it? If we plan, then who will change it? When there’s some commitment or inevitability, we will not miss the work. Then does our inevitability plans our life. As a popular poet says “life is something where we always urge for getting something by leaving everything we are having”. After each day completes, just try to note your work of the day? Does everyday gives at least something special? The days those look special will never allow us to write. Because we’ll be on the tip of the hill where we think that, we don’t require anyone/anything. Then, for whom we are living? For our friends, family? Or for ourselves? If it’s for ourselves, then why we loneliness? Why we want someone everyday to share about us? Ah! If we are living for our friends/family, then why we always think about ourselves first? I still remember few people saying that, I am still surviving for sake someone… Is it true? Is it really possible to live for someone? Is it definite that, someone is that much qualified? Don’t know! The life which looks meaningless one day will suddenly get color with a smallest moment. The emptiness completely wipes out and glitters with the gloms of hope. But, which is the real one? The meaninglessness or colorful gloms? Meaningless creates loneliness and allows to create a new urge or to understand ourselves. Whereas, the colorful gloms bring all at us and makes us to understand what others are thinking about us and also arouses a spirit to live further. What should be preferred? Is it really possible to break this monotonous tone? How to break it? If we break, then where does it lead? To heaven! Or to the too dark hell… Whatever, I felt, I have written, Please feel free to comment about what u felt in return...

Indian Loksabha Election updates 2014

The most awaited Indian Loksabha elections counting is on and the most expected and awaited BJP's Marathon run is on in leaps and bounds. The party has clean sweaped in few of the states and also surprisings opened its account in many of the states like Kerala, Assam, west Bengal and so on. Withe first result of B.S Yediyurappa in Karnataka state at Shivamogga constituency, that too with 3.60000 difference, the party is rocking n the state. The hapening prime minister Mr. Narendra Modi has already shown his thumb with his twit "India has won". The statistics of election counting is as follos: ALL INDIA Result Status Status Known For 540 out of 543 Constituencies Party Won Leading Total Bharatiya Janata Party 22 258 280 Communist Party of India 1 0 1 Communist Party of India (Marxist) 1 9 10 Indian National Congress 3 39 42 Nationalist Congress Party 1 5 6 Aam Aadmi Party 0 4 4 All India Anna Dravida Munnetra Kazhagam 0 36 36 All India N.R. Congress 0 1 1 All India Trinamool Congress 3 31 34 All India United Democratic Front 0 3 3 Biju Janata Dal 0 20 20 Indian National Lok Dal 0 2 2 Indian Union Muslim League 0 2 2 Jammu & Kashmir Peoples Democratic Party 0 3 3 Janata Dal (Secular) 0 2 2 Janata Dal (United) 0 2 2 Jharkhand Mukti Morcha 0 1 1 Kerala Congress (M) 0 1 1 Lok Jan Shakti Party 0 6 6 Naga Peoples Front 0 2 2 National Peoples Party 0 1 1 Pattali Makkal Katchi 0 1 1 Rashtriya Janata Dal 0 3 3 Revolutionary Socialist Party 0 1 1 Samajwadi Party 0 6 6 Shiromani Akali Dal 1 3 4 Shivsena 2 17 19 Sikkim Democratic Front 0 1 1 Telangana Rashtra Samithi 0 11 11 Telugu Desam 0 15 15 All India Majlis-E-Ittehadul Muslimeen 0 1 1 Apna Dal 0 2 2 Rashtriya Lok Samta Party 0 3 3 Swabhimani Paksha 0 1 1 Yuvajana Sramika Rythu Congress Party 0 9 9 Independent 0 4 4 Total 34 506 540 You can also check out your preferred constituency/candidate/s results from the official website http://eciresults.nic.in/ The seed that we sowed in the months of April and May in our respected voting booths are now giving their fruits. Feel the odder and put your comments about your fulfillment/failure of expectations. Happy democracy...

Branding the relations

Relationships are the base of human beings. It is the bondage, which has made the human beings unique from other animals. Being the owners of so called rationality, human beings are the only creatures, those having some self-bounded principles to live on this earth. Two members/siblings from a same family can’t even imagine themselves as couples. Blood relations are considered highly as owned on the basis of similar principle. On the other hand, in few cultures, the same principles take a transformed shape, where the siblings can be together if their parents are different. Then, what decides the relationships? • Ethics? • Morals? • Principles? As per my concern, I never felt all these things as the deciding factors. For me, mind is everything. It decides your thinking, way of considering and deciding as well. For instance, in few cultures even in this so called modern society, if we see a boy and a girl on a bike, hardly one percent of people may doubt them as brother and sister. Whereas, the remaining 99 percent of people definitely treat them as something different. This “something” is breaking the hearts, cracking the stories and building mis-matched versions. Is this the mentality problem? It is not only a generic matter. Even after knowing all these things, sometimes we too do the same mistake. We treat the boys that talk with us as friends. But, just if we think of a girl who is with us talking with a boy... immediately our mind goes beyond imagination. Our mind itself builds a nice story between each of them. The main contributors of such mis-perception is none other than our own so called friends, nearest and dearest so called relations and believed persons. The people, who are idle and have negative curiosity always tries to peep into the privacy of others. Of course, it is quite normal. Our society is much interested in another’s life than them. We never think of a dead pig in our plate. But, we often show our interest in the dead ant in another’s tea cup. If this is wrong, then there would be no such reality shows, which often show quarrels, other’s personal issues and relationships. These people try to build their own big epics about each individual with high creativity. While writing this post, I remember one of my friend’s stories. She is from a small village, which suddenly got a seat to study in a metro city. Being an outsider for the city and stranger for her own college mates, she wanted to reach her destination by crossing all these tension. A guy, who was her classmate, assisted her by taking her as his best friend just because of her innocence and talent. The most tragic event was that, she had her own aunt, relatives and other collegemates in the same city, which just showed her light through their words. But, such words could never switch on the real light in front of her eyes or at least even didn’t try to erase her darkness for a while. But, her best friend was always with her, who helped her in learning how to study till how to live in the ocean as well. He was her guide for her life in the absence of her parents and she had lots of respect towards him. One day, accidentally I met her aunt, who showed me lots of affection and enquired about her niece’s health and all with me. I was really astonished as being her relative, her aunt was asking me. But, her real intension exploded with her next question cum statement of my friend’s love relationship. Being her best friend, I wondered as I didn’t know about her love. Later, my tube light brain made to understand that, she was talking about her best friend “a real friend”. It is not only with one person. We frequently come across with such kind of people, who always seek their happiness in making fun out other’s miseries. If all these people would be our creative directors, then our film industry would have been developed in a wider manner. Truly speaking, “A real friendship is like a pure rain drop directly received from the cloud, which doesn’t have the differences of gender, age, status, race or any other disparities. It is a pure feeling born to connect two like-minded hearts to create affection and care for each other.” The people who don’t know its real essence and who doesn’t know its taste will speak about stupid gender issues... Isn’t it? If u feel, I am wrong, please put into my comment box...

Protect me than to rejoice

It was April 22nd! People told it is my day… Do I require a separate day? I am the one who showed the living beings about what is day and what is night. If I just stop for a while! The word of celebration is far; even people can’t start up their life. I revolved continuously, that’s why the date could be changed from 21st to 22nd… Animals and plants consider me as divine. Whereas, my most intelligent kid human being found me as a heaven. Only in the words, Killing my children in herds With their chemicals, hitting my bio heart with poisonous sickles. What r u going to achieve by squeezing my nose, stopping my breath and digging my treasure? I was the owner of cores of different lives; those are not similar in any sake. I was the one who saw deluge, destruction of entire specious and the at the same time, the birth of new invention through evolution. I expected a positive revolution with his intelligence. I provided everything for him. I opened up with big heart and revealed all my secrets to assist him to take care of all my children. The leader led well in the beginning. As an account of gratitude, I and my children gave him everything. I made the days to pass without knowing the internal bias. Slowly my kids were started getting abscond, with an eye wink no one was there to depict my bio brand. I was the sum total of biological hot spot. There was no need to identify. You swallowed everything and now searching for my bio hot spots that to with lot of oppositions and politics. I showed my desperation and angry thousand times with deluge, Tsunami and other calamities. You tried to forecast it rather than prevent it. I kept on giving pardon to you by forgiving even your treacherous mistakes like a pious mother. I showed you what is patience and you showed me what brutality is. I am giving shelter, fodder and air for you to live. In turn I am not asking any treasure. No need to help me, but, Please don’t hurt me…” Develop well, that is my consistent will, but never makes my other children to get ill. Protect my ozone and be happy in a safe zone. I have already given you my flesh and bone, But don’t think I am your own. I have crores of children; those are all having the same right to walk on me, to utilize my treasure and to find their livelihood. You are my only kid, who can talk about me. But, remember just talk, implement your ideologies not only for your development but to develop all your siblings. More than thousands of my children have already lost their dynasty. Others are breathing like dead bodies. Give them life. Save who are already on their dead bed. Don’t let other healthy children to die. Please prove you are a human and give the meaning for “humanity” not from your dictionary, but from your behavior. I am the real engineer/doctor/lawyer/literary scholar knowing to protect my other children and to make you as their fodder. But, I am much eager to see you as the real protector with your better safeguarding nature. I also came to know that, more than 192 countries are celebrating my day since 42 years to honour me and to maintain peace over my head. Thanks for celebrating my day… But please make every day as the environmental day, your day, natural living day, Give back my treasure, Save my best creation ‘the Tiger’, Provide all my green kids with chemical-less fodder, Remember, you are not empowered as the animal dictator, I am still here to care, share and to correct, Live and let others to live with pleasure With my same immense blessings “The Earth/nature, Your mother”

The jar is empty; no honey… with chunks of sweet memories

I also wish to make my readers entertaining by expressing happy things. But, may be because of title or because of matters, the title came??? I don’t know, I’ll be always feasted with emotional meals from my almighty. I was a happy sugarcane eating insect inside the thick dark field with my own illusions and confusions. Peeling with teeth, shedding blood to get sweet was my daily routine and was well-satisfied with a small self-declared heaven. I even didn’t dream of getting anything more and was even got addicted to eat the sour. Once my master showed me a honey bottle, which was glittering far away looked like cough seer up with its own transparent cattle. I was really feared to go to it’s near, but my master didn’t listen to me at all and threw me inside the bottle. There was no peeling, no space for blood shedding; however I unknowingly opened my mouth to breathe and tasted it into my tongue. Oh! It was sweet, really sweet Without much energy, much trouble and I thanked my faith Soon, the honey bottle became my world I left everything to be in it forever Everything was well I happily closed my eyes by forgetting all my tears With a dream of spending like this for years. My master, who wanted me to get breath-tight in the bottle, saw my happiness His expectation itself brought him disappointment. What he expected must happen, so he immediately just picked me out of the bottle and threw me beside it. The honey is being completely poured out Who asks its wish or my wish, everything is in money and selfish. If honey may be feeling its freedom or may be feeling bad to leave the bottle and me as well so pretending to be dumb. Anyways! Who will ask me, I am the one who must fit to everything irrespective of my likes and dislikes. I am not strong enough to fight to retain the honey or to live without honey and I never ever gave importance to money. But, now I understand its importance… Yes, still miles to go and thousands to learn. I miss my dearest and nearest friend badly, I never would like to miss her and I want to be in touch with my mind’s clutch, will time really allows me to fetch? Don’t know! Till today, have come across with lot of friends, most of them lost their faith broke with me and few are still with me just for getting something… But she is the only one who filled confidence with me and left her strong footprints in my heart within a short span of time. From tomorrow I can’t see her directly, but her footprints, table, cabin, lunch spot… everything makes me to feel her presence and I pray god to give me one more such chance to be with her and I swear that, I’ll never miss it again. I miss u my friend….

Calm at home in the feest of love

Sleepless night, Feelings with fight, Memories haunting without allowing forgetting, Yes, I was on my way home by thanking my fate. It was early in the morning somewhere near 4.30. The city was sleeping by wearing misty bed sheet till the neck and was waiting to get the weight of thousands of her children to land on her head; coming from faraway places to fill the empty spaces. The beauty, which I didn’t find… no! Which I ignored earlier unveiled to question me How I dare I could leave this heaven! Greenery over the roadside, river flowing with tranquility, fresh air, pure soil fragrance were ready to well come their kids for the festival. I was frequently checking out the map just to calculate the KMs and the most tragic thing was that, the map was not at all showing less KM distance. The map was perfect, but it was my emotions’ impact. This was not the first time, I was returning to my home. But, this was the first festival, which I attended after leaving my home. All the time used to wait, work tiredness with schedule tight; everything got vanished just at my father’s sight at bus stand waiting for me since 45 minutes by leaving his sleep. The city was empty with fewer vehicles, they are not native… But, the thousands those came from different areas going home with lot of hope. This is not the situation of one city. The day of holiday commencement and sealment will be like this. The city witnesses huge amount of humans over the road with huge amount of vehicle getting their load. Whatever spent at home with love, eating, celebration, valuable time spending, emotional blending… everything becomes precious memories with an empty, inevitable, likeless like aboard? I can just take the saying here “Woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep Miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep”.

Good ones are still there

Dear readers, this is the continuation of my previous post “reason to return”, which completely depicted the real picture of a holiday expecting metro city. But, this story is highly different and definitely serves good meals for all, as it happened at a faraway place, My lovely place, Where I spent my childhood days. My city’s name is Shimoga, which is 250 KMS away from the capital city. It’s neither a village, nor a metro. But, my city is on the lap of a river named Thong by decorating herself with Western Ghats at her head, temples and sacred places at her chest and the entire natural environment as her dress. My city is a blend of features of nature, where the nature reveals her beauty and beast as well. I’ll definitely write a separate post about my city in future by explaining all her features. To talk about Ugadi, I can’t forget my city. So just gave an introduction… The city gives special effect to the festival with its rear vegetables, fruits, leaves and all. But, for me the festival was not as special as other fests. Because this fest always used to come on the eve of my examinations. My school used to held exams after all and this fest used to give a day for my study. Promptly, I used to be busy over studying, as it is a complete holiday that by wearing a new dress and to eat meal with exam stress. But, this is my first Ugadi which really brought Pallavi (Spring/greenery) inside my mind. I went home by leaving the wild busy metro city. As I have already shared earlier, I too could get an arrangement in the herd of sheep to leave without knowing what will happen on the eve. Roads were rushed with traffic, hostels were empty, houses were seen with shut doors and the half of the city was on the road. I too managed to reach the station with one and half of hour of drive in the crowded traffic. The bus was full and the station was dull, seats were reserved and remaining was requesting to be served. My mind was filled with excitement and curiosity just by praying god to fill my next seat with a female person. It was not only with me, but the entire bus was with such prayers. How much applications the god can take tell me? We were scolding the system of reservation without any other alternative situation. The state government has provided online reservation facility for bus tickets and also has an option to mention as “single lady”. But the column has become useless, as it’s just filled without any special privilege or use. Whoever comes for next reservation process will get the next seat of single lady only and I could see lot of such persons who were inevitably sitting with stranger men without any security. Some were begging for the men to get adjusted by exchanging the seats and were getting negative responses. Fortunately a girl came and requested me that, she doesn’t know who is there in my next seat and she will sit with me by requesting that exact passenger by telling her fate. My friend who dropped me was very happy and left me with a relaxing smile. God couldn’t take up my application and a man who looked like a middle aged uncle came to sit in seat just told that girl to get up by knocking the seat with a beat. She was speechless and just left with her finger press. I was shut with lot of worries in my heart. I didn’t know what to do! All my readings, listened stories others’ words just went over the screen of my mind. But there was no other way to do; my nest was calling me with its glittering hands too. Tried to make myself secured inside the blanket by pretending to be procured by taking cell phone from my pocket Searched to pin my charger into a socket and it was also not there to hit me like a racket… All my worries were wiped out just with his single speech. The words which were put into my mind from others, “all wrong things about co-travelling men” were vanished. I could see my father in him, who cared for me a lot with his pure heart. Made me comfortable by sitting far away, making adjustment and without any contemptment. Travelled five hours with him like a small kid having excitement of reaching home as well. He was very good, who even told other passengers to take care of me, as I am a lonely girl before getting into his stop. I didn’t talk to him much, didn’t ask for his contact details, didn’t even say good bye. He too didn’t try to talk with me at all. Unexpected care always makes you happy know? It doesn’t mean that, because of one case I will change my entire opinion, which is not advisable as well. But, I’ll definitely thank him and I know it will not reach him. But in my mind with divine daughterly kind. But I would like to really thank him for his care and concern and the god took my application with an intention to teach me a lesson. My pure gratitude to the silent helper and request for his blessings and will definitely pray god to give such mindset to all men over the world…