Monday, July 18, 2011

Tons of beauty twixt the smile and the cry

Beauty, is unexplored.
Beauty, is unconquered.
Beauty makes her beautiful.
Beauty is irresistable.

Beauty, sometimes skins your knees, grinds your brains and fools your eyes.

Beauty knows no happiness and is always lost in a crowd. Thats why most eyes don't get to see something proud.

Not every smile carries a beauty and not every beauty needs a smile. A beauty meets its depths only in her cry.

Beauty sleeps alone and beauty wakes blind. Beauty knows rules and it just fools.

Beauty is an essence in every thing this world gave us. From a tree to the birds' nests, a valley to the river that flows, a peak to the cloud that swirls around.

Beauty is like a moon. Not the same every day, its just beautiful.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Love you good night

(Once I drove under a long rainy sky, those moments are really huge, they don’t deserve a real story. so here’s the fake.)

 

Who am I?

I really do not know.

 

You and I?

You and I in a single drop of rain,

into my vein and out in that lane,

riding in the rain and out of my brain,

stopped in a small single shrine.

 

All those years to that day,

what made us stay,

in that lazy damn way?

and when we chose to gaze that sky so gray,

that started to thunder and made me wonder,

what is life without a lightning strike.

 

and then I asked you

“How about a dance?”,

and you didn’t want to miss a chance.

 

and while dancing with you,

I looked into your eyes.

What did you see?

That you were looking back at me.

 

That was a good night.

a lovely long night.

Thunders were drums with the rains in rhythm,

lovely lovely night,

Love you good night.

 

You and I in a single drop of rain

All of the world in a single drop of rain.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

How to stop Love Tragedies in society!

This blog is all advice and imagination. Nothing personal.

(Mom, if you are reading this, feel free to appreciate my imagination, the stories in this post are not real, definitely not my story and not my friends’ story too. This post is not meant to hurt anyone, especially not to hurt myself.)

This post is full of advice and solution specially for two kinds of people out there, one, to the people dealing with ‘Love’ in their life and then, to people dealing with ‘Love’ in their daughter’s life. WTH!! Only daughters?? What about the sons?? Oh, the answer for that is “we’ll take care of all those problems ourselves”.

OK, let me start..

Rule 1:

[we, us, our – Boys; they, them – Girls; you - Parents]

Point 1:

We were all together with them. Right from LKG to P.G., sometimes until Ph.D. But, how all this can happen.

a) How can they get married soon?

b) How can you assume that they are mature enough and we aren’t.. huh?

Point 2:

Do you know how tough we suffer? We should make them tell their parents that they don’t need a marriage soon and we indirectly tell our parents that we need marriage sooner. (Mom u read this too?? keep reading further..)

Point 3:

Do you know, they give us a deadline!.. like 2 years or 3 years.. After that line?? We are all so dead, even we get married to them, we are all so really dead.

Story 1:

This story is about one nice guy i knew, who’s not my friend though..ok? He had to balance a lot.. his studies, his career, his parents, his salary, his phone credit balance.. and a lot. He once came to know that his GF’s neighbour uncle advised her to get married soon, and her parents were there near, when he said tat, aarghhh!! Why do these external entities spill more oil to the burning fire(a Tamil proverb), there are many people like this neighbour , who make our lives even more complex.

How to stop this!:

[Rule 1 doesn’t apply here!]

Before we stop this ‘Love’ issue, we have some top most priorities of other tragedies that must be stopped, immediately.

“Every generation thinks they are Smarter than the earlier generation and Wiser than the next generation.” But this is so wrong!

In spite of those very few gifted human ancestors, who gave us tools, technology, research, math, geography, fairytales, literatures and computers, they also stole many from themselves that lead to us. Each generation kept bringing more trouble to the next generation.

Can you see some of the troubles they bought us? and this will be added by more troubles when we give this world to our next generation. can you count the troubles we inherited?

Who brought us all these ‘Global Warming’? They did.

Who bought us more road accidents? They did.

Who bought us population explosion? They did, even we do this to next generation!

They(except a few,) just don’t care about the people who’ll live in their houses after hundred years of time, and on the other side, few people care a lot about their next 20 generations of families, so they save( or treasure up black $,) a lots for them in terms of MONEY. We don’t need pieces of gold, we just need peace as old.

Lets take this world responsible for future!

Who can take responsibility and who can take the blame?

Lets bridge the diversity now! The diversity our past generation had against us and the diversity we’ll have against our future generation. But who is the blame? The one who is dead deserves the blame, so that he cannot quarrel back.

The one who lives, can carry the responsibility over to another, he shall guide the another. For one day when he is dead, he can carry the blame. So goes the cycle of population explosion.

This cycle won’t end unless a big war inside the living generation ends, the war between Guidance and Advice.

Those who can, Guide. Those who cannot, Advice.

Advice and guidance have a single similarity. They should be the one that keeps you on track with what you do, it shouldn’t keep you on trap against what you do.

So lets get along and work together, so that we can eat together like Jesus shared his bread.

But, How to stop the Love tragedy!

Love, itself, is not a tragedy. If you want lovely women to be with you, eternally too, make ways to your children to liv in a better planet!

Love, literally, should take the Plural form in grammar, it doesn’t end with marriage, It goes on and on.

Real Moral

Reduce

Reuse

Recycle