Brownies & Burnt Cookies

Don't let someone who hates the world,
Cause you to hate it too,

Very powerful meaning indeed. To a busy eye this statement may be just another word of wisdom thought of by an idle writer. But only idleness can allow you the vacuum to think of things which were distanced from you with the mundane activities of everyday. Of course idleness can also lead to wasteful thinking and invite indiscipline. Yet for a matured mind and conscientious heart it is this time where new thoughts are provoked to think of life and its meaning.

Life is very personal, though I read in a quotation “Life is like a Foreign Language. Many men mispronounce it”. It is a personally foreign concept where we do not allow another to enter our territory nevertheless while we, ourselves strive hard to to understand it.

What does it mean to 'Don't let someone who hates the world, Cause you to hate it too,? Have you come across people who insult, bully, criticize or simply brainwash you for no reason. Why does one ponder into another's life? When you are at your presentable best someone walks up to you to pass a slight hint on your attire, your make-up or just to say 'how tired you look'. Its not that you look any of the above but its the person from whose lips the words found an entrance. He /She was displeased with the world or insecure of your presence that they had to say something to find vent for their jealousy. There was this person (who I had immense fear of) who threw fierce insults and hatred at anyone who worked with him. My inexperienced mind knew not why this person had to find fault with everyone else. It was either he was the BEST in everything that he could not stand the faulty work of another, or the truth was that this person was such a failure in life so he could not digest the better work of another. Similarly, I've found a lot of people who are helpless when it comes to showing skill and take it out on their better equipped juniors with displeasure and discontent. A word of appreciation hardly escapes from their lips and if it does find an outlet its out of a fear of being left alone while the other leaves for a fertile pasture to graze for his knowledge and improve his dexterity.

We only live once, we do not get a chance to re-live a moment lost hence is it not good for us to earn browny points in a fair way than incur burnt cookies?

Dream jobs...

You get to travel around the world, indulge in the most exclusive luxuries, get pampered at the best of spas and taste the most exquisite food, and above all you get paid to do these. Reads like a tag for an advert? Well how well can you describe the profile of a TV travelogue anchor. It is kind of a dream job where from your travel tickets to accommodation are looked after, and you are blessed with the chance to taste the most exquisite food of the world.... But there are certain things which are oblivious to the human eye, things to be endured behind the camera...

Imagine you cannot show even the slightest of giddiness of a jet lag, or stay awake for many nights to get the perfect lighting on the lens, walk across the muddiest and perilous paths to give the natural feel to the viewer... read and read (though supported by a research and script team) to display an attitude of all-knowing about what you are talking about. Then comes the all-important fixture of staying within the budget, with the Production Controller breathing down your necks.

A taste of world cuisine seems an interesting affair but when you are pushed to slurping a bit of raw meat and bread in the morning, spoons full of cheese of every kind, half-cooked veggies, creamy chocolate cakes and colourful drinks and juices to deliver your verdict on them... it doth allow your digestive system to become a conglomeration of colours and flavours.
Above all you are demanded to look good and strong, embracing a sense of happiness and wonder at things around you, depicting curiosity at every instance, immune to the heat and the rain or even chilling snow...

Now thinking about all this, I'd rather sit cozily on a swivel chair and do what I best like to do... imagining things and writing about them... as it is obvious there are many people around to whom such a job as traveling, enduring and looking good is a cake walk!

God's Child & Naked Goddess

The chill of the vacant mountains gashes across the skin
An impulse to cut into my thin bones,
Toes rigid, fingers senseless, the shin numb to movements
Its the urge of the soul to search for a truth
Among the highest plains for an invincible halo!
A presence, inevitable,
Invisible though to the naked eye.

Deep in to the calming waters, moving in synchronic motion,
Darkness, not sinister, but echoing a life undisturbed,
I find a peace enclosed in mystery.
The creatures lie so deep and down, oblivious to the curious intruder,
Surrounded by a surreal presence Who emanates
Their spiritual security,
A sanctity for their click.

May be He dwells where life runs
Departed from human terror,
As dictated by the Master, unpolluted by vicious thoughts!

In the red flames of a dancing lava,
Or wriggling in muddy slimes of paddy fields,
On the banks that border transparent rivers
With slippery algae of varied hues,
A spirit lies watching every being guarded.

Gypsy Thoughts

A person born in a remote village of Sri Lanka is inspired by the gypsy folklore of Romania.. The simple reason is that the person had read a book on the subject of gypsies and instead of chiding it away as fantasy had allowed imagination to be groped into that world letting thoughts to run wild among the woods like the gypsies. When temptations of the real world around invites the detached reader in to realms of evil, its a humanistic desire to escape in to another land that promises safety and felicity. Its again what the mind desires to accept.

I have heard rumours and bickerings of every soul whose unhappiness is prompted by either jealousy or insecurity. Such people allow their thoughts to be weaved within their circle enclosed by boundaries of the familiar. It does take a lot of reading and indomitable force to escape in to other worlds, that may generally be non-existent, to overcome vain thoughts of pessimism. A gush of energy of the mind would scrupulously aid in reading through the garbs of invited pretense. The gypsies were condemned for their alacrity of provoking through falsity and standing solely apart from the rest. May be its not the gypsy they condemned, but the inner spirit of incessant dominance and truth. A fearless approach to the unknown which helped them to stay away from the restricted world of materialistic happiness. The way of the Mother, which sustained their lives and guided towards happiness that is devoid of materialism and ownership. They help you search look for it in Nature! A Worship to the Nature that leads to the ultimate form of refreshing peace and serenity. The happiness which lies deep, down, deep and dark in the silent waters and the cold peaks of uninhabited mountains. Where you are one with the self and the Almighty!

Tsunami ?

Do you get terrified of warnings? I do not get terrified but curious.. a tsunami alert has been given for the next week in Sri Lanka and am just wondering whats gonna happen.

As if building up the momentum, the sky has been gloomy for the past two weeks, the sun's been hiding ( or may be resting after a heavy show in India) and showers make a secret presence in the nights, leaving wet clothes on the clothes line every morning.

Further its the seas... Since landing on this soil I have not got a chance to go to the beach, reason bieng that my friends have been warned of rough seas by every TOM and HARRY @ work so they wouldn't accompany me near the water. And thanks to the previous attacks we people have no beach to stand on and look up at the sun sliding down the horizon... the last time i tried, i tripped over the huge black rocks that were put up to block the sea from wiping off the sand. So this is the aftermath of a natural disaster that's slowly robbing earth..

Its a welcome relief from the draining heat of Chennai, but wish the atmosphere was a little chirpier and not so GLOOM!!!! And if all his is the trumpet call for Tsunami, lets see if its coming! and if it does not.. huh...

My Characters

Its been a long nap....
Blessed or not without the easy reach of modern gadgets it took me a while to lay my hands on the keyboard... sometimes that which we cannot utter is best controlled and thrown in black and white...a sudden burst of ingenuity and candidness in the vocal manner, can harm the future ahead yet concealed within would also kill the mind with uninvited thinking...yet i need an outlet and here goes as its safe to put it in writing where the intended thoughts, may or may not reach the desired target.


What is pettiness? Is it a trait of the small people whose minds are curbed with negation? Who cannot accept something better from another... whose self-help skills of 'positive thinking' eventually engulfs them to a superior world that propels their complexities into an imagined genius.
'When everyone around me are fools I could rule the world' I heard a man saying. "I can make money with these fools around'. A statement made in arrogance, though it be true. Its because others fail to perceive the his cunning, he survives with making the most of money, conning others into believing his achievements are sole efforts. It is also a form of pettiness to underestimate the value of another, criticizing enough to lame their growth and draw them into imbecility. Its also a sense of insecurity that springs out of fear that the other may overtake him. It is also a matter of the size:-? Which could throw a man behind a veil of peril of being thrown out of the game.
It is interesting to note them and their pattern of talking, commenting and thinking. They are armed with the immense sense of irritation and an imperturbable superiority of being 'Know all' as I struggle to put up with their 'Mr. Knowledge” attitude. Their peevishness to everyone around is a result of being insulted or teased early in life... i always wonder is the matter of the size?

I on the other hand, enjoy the status of a silent spectator to their whims, and analyzing their behaviour only strengthens my study of characters rather than throwing back an impatient attitude(I am learning on that) rebuking their self praise. Thses people make such funny cine characters as they are hard to find in the real world yet a replica of every human mind.

Next time, I am on the lookout for a flirtatious and happy young woman for they are an indelible figure in most movies. I am eager to meet and study them as you think that I may be a psycho analytic witch!!!

Find Her

If you have time or come across this girl in the photo.. please notifyu.. she had been swept away by the Tsunami of 2006 yet her father believs the child is still alive somewhere...

her name is Apurva!!!

Random in The Slums

Been long since i logged in.. too many topics swirl in my mind.. news and issues to talk about.. but ill take one at a time.
My recent thrill of watching “Slumdog Millionare” after all the hype of the Ggs and Oscar nominations and not to forget the controversies from the educated, modernised Indian perspective. It s a film which no one with the brown skin dared to do or if at all done would've been type cast as an award aspiring documentary. Kudoos to Danny Boyle and Simon Beaufoy's venture for intercepting the Indian Oliver Twist with music, dance and a true sense of Indianess.
Slumdog in many ways resembles to me Oliver and his travails as an orphaned boy. Could it be Danny Boyle's British lineage? As we holler about westernization and pubbing balancing a Mcdonalds Burgher on one hand and recycled paper bags from Lifestyle a foreigner landing in Mumbhai with a camera would hardly capture the modern young Indian. For the western mind it is the slums, cows and mud strewn by lanes which India is and none can easily defy their imagined vision. As much as Bungalows and Villas spring in lush localities, as much as youngsters thrive on Mall culture there is still the hidden face of society living behind the high rise buildings, breathing the stench from Five Star lavatories, picking rags and begging for a living. It 'll take years to change this facet of the country.
With the rise of IT culture the slum dogs of the nation have faded into oblivion. Only if people thought of giving them a proper shelter and a culture. Angry grimaces filled up the theatre when little Jamal dived into a pool of excrement, but it is the reality. How many times have we passed by men pissing carelessly on the main roads and excrements scattered on pavements, early in the morning in Chennai's big wig roads? These people have the space not the thought or culture that tells them where to do it..
Whether a real life Jamal could be born in the local slums or not is a question of sorts but “Slumdog Millionare” was an eye opener in many ways. And thanks to Mr. Danny who peered deep within the superficiality of the content Indian Upper middle- class face and exposed the reality of the struggling class of slum dwellers.
My amateur perceptions of the making of the film is yet to come, see ya in the next blog!