As i held it...

QuinCunx. The tale!

preface

I patiently listened to my cousin’s talk. “there are people with me. Yeah. Oh no, not parents. Look where I am. A room dude. With real people. Guys. And it is loadsa fun. But dude dude get the right ones!”

Stop the dude. The drone of the buzzing bee was getting itchy. It whizzed past my ears as they never swooped in to the hub of what he called the symphony of life, the way to experience decorous deviltry!

Soon the bee stung me. And the rest remains…

I was seeing myself at the centre with four people around me, each with a parchment that I had to read. What was it!

I

I turned right and I found the first one. I picked to read it. It read…

‘It will be great baap. See we do not expect savings right now. I mean it is not possible. It is a different place. I spoke to some of my friends and I think we can manage it.’ I have been stingy in my life a little and stingy for a reason. I wanted to save for something big. Would I be able to make myself comfortable if I always worked for what I wanted? Letting go what essentials that need to come in? And if it was the initial comfort I needed before I set foot on a land that I always hated then that was it. I had a plan and he had his. Soon he realized spending is not all. He realized money for oneself is worth a lot. We began to talk about how financially strong he was, what difficult times he has seen his family go through and what life really is. By then I knew he was a thing with girls, tossed coin to impress girls or zzzzz them without sympathy! He respected personal feelings and extend a hand of support. He is believed to be biased towards people from the north. But he made a choice to share roomspace with me. Was it because he wanted to or was it because he wanted just someone? The answer seemed obvious. The wall of security just grew as days passed though I feared instincts would create a hurdle. Months drifted. He is one person who loves company of a group. He never bothered what else was around him. It seemed it replaced the agony of missing the ones back home. If you ever feel left out when you hang out with him then speak out something that irritates him. You will most likely be supported. It happened to me and I let it happen again. It sounds weird but the wall of security that I built would stand something like this. I mean it was not that weak. The night while we spoke of the day and when I told him I had to take money from a friend of mine, he insisted I take money from him the next time and not any other . I trusted what I framed so far. Even in the most difficult of times talking to the landlord he kept his calm. He probably believed his strength. ‘We are learning a lot from the most cruel people on earth. Let us not make such a mistake. This will end here.’ And it did. I felt relieved I was out of a situation that I had no strength to handle without my dad. It did profit him the way he wanted but the scales of the balance tilt towards comfort. Begin to get insulted by him in a group. End it with the consolation you get in person. He frets with the thought of an MBA in his mind. He dreams big that seems to go beyond the limits of the sky. But that isn’t wrong! NKG – Nitesh Kumar Garg. He wishes to go places. Oh yeah, btw you need to get an appointment to take a drive in his alto! I rolled the parchment and placed it on the ground.

II

I quickly turned my left to pick my next parchment. ‘Kaka chindi karo. Aisa karna padta. anthe rao garu nenu basically chala chedda vadni. Am a rotten cheapo u see…do not trust me .’ decide for yourself when you meet this hunk. He is yet another Johnny bravo. Dig into his history and you will never get a clear picture. He’s a mix of inferiority and superiority. Probably a little less of the latter. Stay with him for a few days and you will begin to believe him. I had known quite a bit about him from NKG. I spoke to this guy for the first time while I asked him to sign an acquaintance/witness signature on an office document during my induction. I thought I would never see him again. He was one of NKG’s buddies. The next time I spoke to this guy he warned me about girls. He equivocates. During a two minute conversation on the phone he ordered me to come over to his room for some fun. A guy who knew me as NKG’s roommate treated me as one of his closest friends. Yes, that was obvious. But there was the instinct in him yet again that was good enough to spark an everlasting friendship. It feels alright to jump to this conclusion. Everlasting! And I know, so far as the months passed by, I did not make a mistake. He values family a lot and sticks to traditions though he hates to admit it. He loves to live life as it comes. It might sound monotonous but it definitely is true. Every picture he has taken has this guy hanging in the air! And not just that, he has a collage of photos that portrays so much. The first look brought tears to my eyes. It has his parents, his close friends, his college memories, his brother, his everyone who made a difference in his life. He says they remind him of some wonderful days. And when he spent an entire day in an orphanage I was convinced he has a heart kinder than the kindest person. How would you feel if an orphan climbed onto your shoulders? This guy loved it and described it in such a way that told me children are meant to be loved. Human values are rooted well within one. He lends a shoulder when you want one. His activity graph throws a weird picture. He enjoys one second and studies the next. Does he forget to smile through all this? No. Has the extra-ordinary ability to make you laugh even when the other has tears of sorrow! Don’t get surprised at his memory. Not a sieve but a hard toughened plasma. Not only being a good singer he does it without loss of words. He brings the essence of the song with perfection.’ ento mama na meeda naku nammakamu ledu em chestano ento! I doubt myself’ these freaking words of his can drive the listener crazy. In the weirdest circumstances you tend to give back his teachings to him. Not a hypocrite but this guy needs to be ignited, some body to give him a kick to let him loose. One who realizes his duties and knows how well to time oneself in life should never let his ability deceive him. Why am I saying this! I found a solution to something that didn’t have an answer before. Susu – Ashwin Susarla’s parchment is thus closed for people to consider friendship with.

III

I turned around and faced left to take my third parchment. And that was not sufficient to accommodate this guy’s sketch. He’s everything from a kid to a mature (or is maturely immature!) he’s an addict. An addict at reading. While I get back to his obsession let me tell you I hardly get in touch with this guy. I see him exercise every morning and he gives a feeling he’s growing old. An apt example to support the saying ‘early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.’ He’s wealthy alright but the point to note is that he is determined to make a mark for himself. It is through his dream of being a Chartered Financial Analyst that brought his addiction into picture. He has a world of books on stocks and business. He does make an attempt at reading them, sometimes in a position not suitable for reading. This guy lacks the courage to talk straight looking into a girl’s eyes. And yet he speaks of her behind her back. He tries to pour in humor that is difficult to comprehend without a second thought. He’s real deal at fun, takes everything in the right spirit and moves on. He lends a helping hand on most occasions. And for guys who wish to have girlish fun in the room, this is the guy. I am winking at the moment. Salim Pheku – Lokesh Agarwal, a name that can be seen on a dozen credit cards. If you happen to find one the road, find him. Find and befriend. The third parchment thus finds it place beside the other two.

IV

The most complex parchment is next in store as I turn to the other side. I felt it lacked content when I set my hand on it. I opened it to know only quite a little. This guy is a maniac. He drives like he’s tail is on fire. Caution with aggression I must admit. He abides by his values and principles. He draws a boundary around him that he is very strict with. He has the biggest air of insecurity, does not trust anyone easily. He prefers to live a life of a recluse. The only time he wishes to mingle is when he tries to extend a helping hand. He has deep roots of faith and goes any extent to preserve it. There is a lot of dedication in this guy. I know very little of him. Adi – Aditya Dixit, who must be a fairy! Before you talk to him, take his earphones out of his ears. Just do it! With just a few lines etched on this parchment, I picked the other three and rolled them into one.

I have one thick scroll in my hand that needs to be read over and over to ensure it undergoes the forces of wear and tear.

QuinCunx. I stood in the middle still staring at the breeze. I was stung while I began to write all this and the pain still remains. Probably reminding me I need to long for something more inkling, something worth inking on the one large parchment I made for myself.

at 23!

Adventy 3

73 days! I’m back after such a huge block that hit me hard. I’m out of a nebula that plagued my thought. But this mark did mark an epoch in my life… I witnessed a few highs and a few lows. Like I always said: little sights that seem meaningless point us somewhere. Point me somewhere.

My first month at job was more of a painful wait. What did I wait for! I’m a person who hates to be idle when the other isn’t. You do not wish to be using version 1.0 while your friend is using all the features in version 2.0! Though I hate to slog at length I wish to have work. Oh yes I got firefox installed on my office machine. Working with tabs is much easier. Chuck the old version of ‘!3’ explorer…

I curse a lot. There is Cappuccino on the first floor, not on third. Weird! one of the three elevators changes numbers but stays on the same floor! Mr. Elisha Graves Otis, you are laughing in your grave, aren't you!

Dina is always on the phone. Frustrated, flabbergasted and f*d. There is constant talk of business! ‘I expect so much man. Don’t make me slog my @#$ for nothing in return. It is a matter of making our presence felt in four countries machaan.' I wish to become a delivery manager! I’ve learnt to talk a lot. To be gutsy…

I was on the beach this evening. A kid had a huge pair of skates to her feet and off she went! It was awesome. Confidence and skill. Oh that was on the road along the beach. Kick off and fly...

I am 23 now. And I guess for the first time somebody threw a party for me. Cake, food and surprises. Though that was a couple of days before my actual birthday, it was fun. Damn you missed the best part: there was total ‘swear words’ sharing session. In all languages.

I’ve learnt to balance work and home.

Work at work and thoughts of home……

Face of a day...

F.A.C.E

I wakeup hoping to feel fresh air.Heart echoes seriousness and when there is peace the mind sees dead silence.The eyes open to see a dozen pairs of conjectured eyes staring at me hoping for an explanation.I clear my eyes.I slash the noises of the heart and the mind and begin to grace the night.The day has gone against me.The night called for an emprise.At the end of it all, I knew twenty-four hours in this single day defined one 'face' in life.One such day......

Fight:

Not every day ends on a satisfying note.For me,morning is darkness.The Sun still sleeps.It appears the day will be without light.I get fresh(not really.The geyser wasn't switched on!)And then I see there is light everywhere.I have already done something in the dark.
Working in a corporate Environment,with people all around me, I least expect the day to be any good.Yeah,I have a million calls to make,a project to be submitted,timesheet to be filled before a warning pops up and a hell lot.I speak to my friends over a cup of coffee."It's been a long day." I said with a sigh!The Sun sets.I feel so disconnected with the outside world.My mobile phone vibrates and I greatly hope for someone to talk to me.Family,Friends,....My best friend calls up.It just began so well.Miles apart,talk of meet,party,gifts and whatever.And out of nowhere matters go worse.I end up fighting for something so serious that makes the rest of the day dull and lost.Aaah the Sun has set.The day wasn't as bright as it was.Darkness set.The Moon smiled while I stayed holding my mobile in my hand.Lifeless.


Alienation:

I kept staring through the window.The bus travelled through roads bordered by trees.And it showered.The road had its protection from all sides.I begin to shiver.People slept.The journey looked longer than before.My house was still 30mins away.My mobilephone never beeped again.My earphones refused to work.None was beside me.


Conjecture:

Home.I was surprised to see a friend of mine waiting for me at the gate.Finally someone to talk."Oh! Sorry to keep u waiting.Got a lil late.Let's go in." I stepped in.For the next ten minutes I was on a call.Old friend.It's been quite sometime since I last spoke to her.I kept my friend waiting.I made coffee while I still spoke to my friend."You know...you have changed a lot.Girls all around you.You look pretty innocent but you are a silent killer.I thought you are decent.", he said all of a sudden. "HUH? What?This is my old friend.I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.It was an important discussion.She's in trouble and I......" "Enough.I don't think I need to take help from you now.See u." I realised how just a phone call and keeping a person waiting can let people imagine something that goes against you.The Moon was hiding behind the clouds....


Emprise:

I struggled to find sleep.Eyes felt the heaviness but sleep was elsewhere.I took my keys,locked the door and went out for a walk on the beach.It was 01:30am.To my complete surprise I met my friend just outside who had come to drop his friend opposite my house.(Why do I meet someone otuside my house!).I smiled and we just began to walk as he parked his bike.There was not a soul on the road.There were dogs all around us.None at the beach.Only the three of us.A dog followed us.It kept following.All through.Right until the gate of my house while we returned home numb with fear.(Why the hell did I plan to walk at this time?).The moon shone bright...


As i passed the next 3hours seated on a chair,staring at the ceiling and the fan running in full speed,I recollected the day.The day in life where I felt different emotions.Face of a single day that will be remembered.Though not for pleasant reasons....

• Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.

This post happens to be very abstract.But i just wanted to write.Enthusiasm drained outta me.I hope to comeup with sometime detailed in my next post.

When you need someone!

With[Or]Without

In sweltering heat, while the Sun’s blazing rays penetrated even the thickest skin on the Earth, it only looked every living entity would succumb to Nature’s oppression upon us.
In biting cold, while the Snow’s flaky crystals brought frost bites and made one irreversibly numb; it appeared everything else that survived the heat would finally give up to this cruel face of Nature. There isn’t one place. We are never really at one place…

“Number 40. And..Yes this is my seat”, I spoke to myself, placing my bag underneath the seat, my shirt soaked in sweat and stank really bad.”Do you mind me taking this lower berth? ”, asked a middle-aged pregnant woman. “Oh Sure, your comfort”, was my instant reaction in a tone of rue. I smiled and she never smiled back. I wondered why. As I began reading Stephen King, I could hear the woman quiver and talk on her Sony Ericsson handset, with an Americanized-Indian accent. For the first time I really didn’t bother what model that was. I was rather moved by her voice of anguish. I felt a glug in my throat and continued reading. I soon realized I flipped pages but lost track of the horror in the story. “Why is she in tears?” “Husband deserted her?” “Problems with pregnancy?” “Why the @#$% is she alone on this train? Isn’t there anyone for her?” “Nothing Wrong, lemme just listen to her talk on the phone….” And then…

I couldn’t sit there. I am not good at consoling people in pain. I wished she had some source of gratification and sadly there wasn’t. I got up and walked on to meet my friend who was in the other compartment. I turned and looked again. She took a bundle of papers and did some evaluation. Ticks and crosses. “Teacher I s’pose.” And while she did that, tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
“But why isn’t anybody else bothered? Why are people so indifferent?”

The year was 1998 when she gave birth to her first child. Life seemed happy and gay. She then worked as a Mathematics teacher in Juneau, Alaska. The year was 2000 when she had a miscarriage. Her hopes of a second child got completely shattered. From then on her God-like husband turned evil, she recalled. “Never trust Men”, she said. The year is 2008 and she is just out of a divorce. “What a time to divorce her!”, I thought. Her ten year old son was on the phone that evening on the train. “I’ll be back soon honey... Eat well aaand play ok…. Mamma will… miss you. Ask John for any help…. Take care.”, in an incoherent voice.

I recalled all this the next morning when I resumed reading Stephen King…

What you see...

Senseeing

I have seen a Y junction. Two paths that take me to...lemme see....Well!! And a Y within another and another.They just branched.They seem to grow.All I can see is they take me somewhere.
I'm standing at the node.Lost in thought.Thoughts of activity.They seem to be crawling all over the network in my body giving those little twitches.A twitch harder is just to remind me how important something is and when I'm unaffected,it just shows Blah nothing important.But the activity must go on.I wish there is a cusp of something new.
Oh.Yeah! I haven't started yet.I began to walk.I find myself in the middle of darkness.I hear echoes but I know not from where.I can just sense.I kept walking.I met new people on the way.Some lost and Some knew what was happening.There were smiles and there was sorrow.But it has to happen.I cried.Every tear shines.Cry or Laugh.And I walked again.I felt a sense of déjà vu.Have i been here?Yes.I know there are loved ones.There's Serenity here.Remember.I hit something along my way.
I checked.There was light.And I'm at the node again.

Flutter.

A whole egg of life

There's a whole new life inside an egg.
Yeah! You are walking on a street,Fall time,admiring the nature,the beauty of the colors,life seems so pleasant.A hell lot happens with your own-self.
Ask yourself What's experience?Gaining experience in the same field over the years.I think so.So 'Chill you are old enough and experienced, this step in life will be a piece of cake'. Huh? I know what my course of action will be and the Confidence to handle it (must be enough to take the burden off my head) but a piece of cake??
Give it a pause.Give everything a pause.A little pause and glance at nature.The egg cracked.Hatched rather.And a whole new life emerged.Wow,how it asks for food and how well the mom feeds it.Within a flash,the chick wishes to take a major step.Yeah,a real step.It flies.

All this happened in a flash.Every new thing happens in a flash.Now The Flutter is about to begin.

When smile beckons

Staring at Blanckness

Ryan, his mind doing a mix of thrill and angst, got his little backpack ready. Awaiting the blend time ahead, he left to take an auto on the crowded streets of Hyderabad.”Convenient means of transport saar for a foreigner like you”, suggested someone, the day he landed from the Playground of Europe.

Standing on the road, all he could see were buses with people hanging on the rods that spelt death. Green blobs! Something that scared him the minute he knew that it was public transport. He had to travel 40km north to meet an associate. “I don see an auto. So the strike I read about in the newspaper was about this! Whatever. What’s the next convenient means!” he spoke to himself. His mind was still doing the blend. He walked certain distance and found a state transport reservation counter. He booked a ticket for a bus that he thought would be comfortable for the little distance ahead.

Ryan was strung out from his business activities, with the pressure of handling a dozen clients and his relationship with his girlfriend in jeopardy. Adding insult to injury. He needed a break. He longed for fresh air that had the power to drain the debris that his problems had created. Just another day! Taking the window seat, without troubling his addled mind he quickly fell asleep. He was awoken by the Sun’s blazing rays. “The bus hasn’t started???” the bus barely travelled 15km thanks to the traffic snarls. When the bus finally gained speed, he slipped back into sleep. But this time he woke up with a jerk. “Oh Christ, a breakdown???”

He got down to talk to people and noticed a huge advertisement hoarding that said “This is where you will take a U-turn! Let your mind free :) ”

And then he just walked….He sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.

The Frequent Evil!

Good Evil Hunting

The Airy tree that roots itself in the grounds of a swampy area. Branches spread wide into the surrounding moistness with the hunger to claw into the transparent flesh. Well-cleared settlements abandoned to host the deceased and a bamboozling hood in a parched hut. Five strangers willing to explore the place to become victims of bizarre death-eaters. One survivor or no survivor at all or the killer rules!

A lifeless setting that calls itself horror. Cannibals, urban-legend, serial killer, psychopath, what else?

Hollywood has gone from classic horror-thrillers like the shining, Frankenstein, the exorcist to lifeless movies like wrongturn2, Halloween (remade), The hills have eyes2, Sam’s lake, shrooms, the murder game, botched and many more….What’s common in the yester-era and the present? The theme. 90mintues into the movie you expect blood and the end. 60minutes of gore looks dragging along with 30 minutes of blood. Too little to take! 10minutes of sleaze just happens. 15minutes of monotony and 5minutes of credits! Why credits! Call it ironic or parodic.

One character, one setting, one plot, fear and terror. Movies in the 1920s-60s-70s managed to extract this emotion from the viewer with as little technology as possible. We don’t really need technology, do we?Today’s thrillers don’t even live upto the name! Stereotyped and run of the mill movies are only asking the viewers to stay away.

CGI has made the quality and post-processing creditable. It doesn’t really eclipse the creativity, does it? Mickeymouse or a rat chef, both are super creations. Likewise, Dracula or cannibalism both stand on a pretty creative ground. [Though cannibalism does exist].

A rookie? Take a camera and shoot a low-budget thriller. cakewalk. Or is it?If you are creative enough to make a blair-witch project then hope to take a step forward. If there is any explanation as to why movies on the same theme keep coming then it is this. May be it’s time for some of the pros to create on-screen magic. The sixth-sense or the others or the alien.

Hollywood is in need of ideas.

In need of some Good Evil-Hunting.

[Kudos to Matt Damon and Ben Affleck for scritping the movie called 'Good Will Hunting' [@imdb], a thumping script.An Oscar for their first attempt.And the movie is awesome!]

Hap Hap...

It happens

Call it slavery or bodyselling or fun. The idea can be preposterous but this has come off age. For Centuries there has been talk of support and abolishment and if there happens to be any, any stand then it might be for reasons unexplainable and incomprehensible. Prostitution has had it years of debate, varying treatment in different countries and has even demanded intracommunity wars.

Abandoned children were almost undoubtedly brought into the business of slavery. Not to serve the other but in a sense of jeopardizing one’s own life. This is pure bucks. Brothels were once listed on the national stock exchange and there were people to buy shares! Good way to run the business! And if one thought what made the entry so easy then recall history and laws. Is there any ethical code that reminds the government to flip through the pages of such an act! We call it strict! This page of the law is so weak that it goes through regular regulation.

“If you expel prostitution from society, you will unsettle everything on account of lusts” Yeah if such a thing happens may be there will be increasing sales. More money. More pleasure. What takes us by a surprise is the felony prostitution laws-anyone arrested for prostitution to be tested for HIV, and if the test comes back positive, the suspect is then informed that any future arrest for prostitution will be a felony instead of a misdemeanor. Who actually does these checks! Oh, may be it runs fine risking lives rather than shedding tears of bewailment later. Makes it easier!

And yeah if there is a trace of guilt in the mind, then there is religious prostitution. God knows so just let it be!

There can be Sex tourism, Feminism, gigolos, and money! It just keeps going… There could be many exclamations and eyebrow raising statements.

Just a little part of our world that triggers the mind.

Rash Luck!

Rash('s) Luck

Raymond Sharp (aka Rash) spent the night working on a paper about ‘Leadership & Human Behaviour’. His eyes drooped and he badly needed sleep, more so because the next day he had to deliver a lecture on ‘Confidence is needed for success’ to middle school children at a local school. This didn’t excite Rash, it was just to please the school Principal with his presence after having received an uncomfortably pleading invitation from him.

With just an hour’s sleep the previous night, Rash was impassive to the morning’s proceedings in the school. He forced a sedate look, thanking the management for not having called him on the stage straightaway. He wanted to make a hackneyed speech. When he did get his chance, he began after a little introduction about himself “I, at first, wasn’t really confident about speaking in front of you all. But I’m supposed to speak about Confidence right, so, I just thought of it and boom, here I am.” “........all I believe is to get your confidence going and not any luck, superstitions and baseless beliefs. Goodluck to you all.”

“Thankgod it ended!”, he thought. At dusk, he went for a stroll in the park. Ark, his buddy, accompanied him and they spoke about the lecture in the morning. Rash spotted a young lady sitting on a bench reading Paul Coelho. He loved reading Philosophy and, as a reason to get to know the lady, he stepped forward and spoke to her. “That’s a great book. I have read it twice. So what do you do?”, he asked with a bit of hesitation, curious to know her. “I teach school children”, she replied.” Oh that’s great”, he said. “Time for some groceries. Nice meeting you.”, she said and turned to leave.“Nice meeting you too.” he replied. His heart felt bliss. And then he went blank, “Damn, she’s gone.”

“Oh damn, when will I see her again!” said Rash with a gush of emotion.

“You are just not so lucky dude”, Ark said with a grin.

“I guess it’s my black underwear”, quoted Rash despondently.

Simpsons.Simpleone.

See my Simpsons! :D

[Click to enlarge]

Now that The Simpsons Movie has hit the screens,I thought this drawing will add to the hype :D
The movie did well at the boxoffice.[Here's the IMDb link] There is quite some history to know about The Simpsons.
Click on the logo above/the link to navigate to The official simpsons movie website and here for thesimpsons series.

Thanks Matt,the creator.

Build Up :P

LOL…I don’t know how to start this. It all happens at the gym!

Every person looks at the mirror while working out. To see how much body grows in a day? To see how rightly is the exercise being done? No. may be but it’s to see,to get a yay-I-do-look-macho feeling. I can read faces. :P

1. Guys come to just do weird exercises. Twisting, turning, dancing. It makes the other rotfl. Worse! The guy’s pants begin to come down :O

2. The guy described above never bothers to use the equipment. 400bucks for wat!

3. Guys who start off lifting kilos of weight on the very first day. My god!

4. Some just sit idle and listen to blasting songs. “Reduce the fat there damn you! Don’t stare at your own self!”

5. There are people who are superfast at lifting weights. An exercise which normally takes ten minutes is done in 2minutes. Phew! Is there some muscle!

6. No exercise but lots of water goes into the stomach.

7.Some come and ask when the other is busy using the equipment “I need this. Done?”

8. A few come and tell us exactly how to do an exercise. Cool. I like it.

9. Girls come too. Nah who cares. I’m unmindful of that.

10. Summing it up. I pity the coach.

Well. I work out the way my instructor tells me to. I’m modest :D Trying to put some skin on me.

When the end comes!

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – the Review

June ’97. Harry has his first adventure. He and many other characters are brought to life by Joanne [J K Rowling]. Each character has been loved and equally hated.

July ’07. A world ruled by magic, charm,friends and love, the theme that has been conspicuous through out the series. The Deathly Hallows is convincing, predictable and binds all elements together.

The book starts off unlike the others. It moves straight into what needs to be told and the events are narrated with perfection. All doubts are erased. There is action, dialogue and instances that keep the reader guessing. There are events of tragedy but they are bound to happen. Is there any classic without a tear! Harry, though seventeen comes off age which is not really surprising. He shows immense maturity. No words for Ron and Hermione.

There are more charms and curses used in this book. There are tales told. There is light on the past, for Harry, Voldemort, Ron, the Dumbledores, the Malfoys and Snape. No character has been left out. There are reunions and there is romance. Emotions galore. Relationships blossom and yes the ending is expected and yet unexpected. For a true potter fan, tears of joy are bound to come. At places one might feel such an outcoming is obvious.

Brilliantly put in place and expertly handled Joanne gets a hurrah! Forgive her for lifting themes from other fantasy series. It has been put to proper use and it did entertain.

Let’s say Perfectus totallus. Perfect in total.

[This is probably not a perfect review but it's just been a week since the book's release. I expect to give another reading and when the world knows what happens,then comes the time to discuss and debate and hence a detailed review.]

My doll

In came a beautiful dame.

Oh, How fair she is!

“What’s your name ?”

I asked,when my heart felt the bliss.

Dressed in velvet

She looked so chic

Lot to say, yet

I’ve kept myself so laconic.

“I’m a man so simple

You can count on me”

Silence she showed in ample

Keeping me at sea.

“Tell me who you are”

I pleaded so earnestly.

She doesn’t care, she’s gone far

Treating me unkindly.

I turned to leave with a gloomy face

“Is admiring beauty a sin?”

I felt,and as my heart began to lose pace

I realized it was only a mannequin.

MY first attempt at a serious, medium length poem :D

Please comment.Thanks :)

Calvin and Hobbes

I never really read this comic strip.It was just drawn 'coz it looked good.
Click on the picture above to read more about the comic series.
:)
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Thanks to Bill Watterson.
See the official site by clicking here.

The Grinley story

This story is an original work of mine.The character names have been created.Thank You.

A tale of tales

Richard Grinley put an end to his new story, a story of deception and revenge. He piled up his papers, quite frustrated. It took twenty years for fame to dawn on him. It was exactly twenty years ago Rory Grinley was born to him and Sylvia Grinley. Rory was his source of relief. Richard shared his stories and ideas with him and Rory quietly absorbed.

Sylvia Grinley, in the other room, was lost in deep thought with her spectacles on her forehead. She always contemplated on quite a few matters, matters that meant life;never argued with anyone and loved inking her thoughts on paper. Her works were philosophical and highly influential. Fame came to her when Rory hit puberty.

Richard and Sylvia met under normal circumstances. Richard never cared about marriage. Sylvia too, unlike other girls, spent her teenage reading works of philosophy. She wanted herself to be crowned ‘The new Ayn Rand’. They married each other with a ‘Yes, I Do’ in the church without the slightest hesitation. They made their parents happy. Time passed until now when both Richard and Sylvia never interfered in their respective professions though both were writers. It was believed both share the most understanding relationship, silently admiring each others’ works and hence smiling on their success.

Sylvia broke her thought process to realize she was getting late for her morning press-conference. Richard had already comforted himself on the bed, snoring. In the morning, Richard kissed his son in his sleep and left for the launch of his latest book, a courtroom drama. Sylvia left for her press-conference. Both by their own means.

“Mr.Grinley, you have written stories about murder and tasted success. How do you think your latest courtroom drama will affect your progress?” asked a journalist. “Success comes if the work is good. My mysteries have made the readers and audience think. This drama has a similar approach. I’m confident,” replied Richard. “Mr.Grinley, your works are said to resemble Tom Clancy, Christie and a couple of others. Who exactly do you draw inspiration from?” asked another. “I read a lot of Christie. I admired Clancy’s plots. But I have my own identity now. And my stories are NOT a medley. Thank you,” replied Richard in an avoiding, proud, silent tone.”What’s your next one going to be?” asked a kid seated in a corner. “Ask my son,” said Richard with a grin on his face.

Mrs. Grinley made herself comfortable on a chair placed at the center of the stage, with several mics in front of her. The room was filled with journalists, photographers and young writers, girls dominating. “Mrs. Grinley, your work was outstanding. People loved it. I loved it myself. How do you weave a plot through philosophy which appears so complex yet so easily understandable?” asked an Englishman. “Thank you. Aah, yeah I give quite a lot of thought to it before I write. A few plots arise from personal experiences,” she replied. “Mam, may I ask with your permission, anything about your experiences?” asked a girl quite curious. “Sure you may,” said Sylvia.”Your works involve a lot of emotion and instances of tragedy giving rise to realizations, have you really gone through such a phase in your life?” the girl asked. “I am a woman of fifty now. My memory has experiences aged forty. My works are a source of relief for me. I have made people believe in my books and their content. I’m happy now.” she replied. “Mrs. Grinley, your husband Mr. Richard Grinley, being a writer himself, does he admire your profession? How do you manage to share your success? Do you admire his plots of mystery and suspense?” asked an old man.”Well, Yes. We are married for twenty five years now. We do not speak much about our profession at home. And his plots are miseries. Life and a plot to kill! Softer works are better for me.” She replied with a smile,with a touch of lie.

Rory had his Sony PS3 control pad in his hands, enjoying his vacation. He saw his mother and father return from their conferences. He paused his game to hear his father speaking to his mother in a frustrated tone, “Miseries huh? What is your book about? Life is a Bed of Roses? There might be thorns along the path of life, watch your step? Well! Here’s a thorn in your life-YOU are a LOSER!” he said slamming his study room door.

Rory quietly ended his game. He saw his mother enter the kitchen to get a can of Tropicana, her face withered. He went to his room and began writing:

“This is a story of two people- Syl Brikly and Rick Brikly. This is a story about their genius, Success, beliefs and silence. This is a story about delusions. This is an attempt to keep people’s belief intact.”

For my mom and dad

By

-Rory Grinley

D-night

Dreaming (on) the battlefield!

I like to keep it short.Brevity,I've learnt recently,has the power to expand itself :D. Short,just like a dream.Who knows how long a dream can be?If you are a lucid dreamer then...!

Dreams can be silly,pitiful,funny,rotten,pleasant(?),serious,intense,thoughtful,a reprise or blank.Most of them are forgotten.Well! almost.
From Shyamu I learnt dreams can be a mix of all :) A mixed bag.
The striking part??? Yeah,the stage was set.It was a battlefield with few people scurrying,holding M249 SAW Machine guns,yelling,fighting,fighting for survival and dynamism.
The stage was temporary.It sank without a trace,into thin air.A blink in the dream erased an intriguing picture.There was no survival.Soldiers were back home on bed.
Yes! It was pleasant.Funny.It was a victory within itself.The flag flies high.There was none to flay this act.A battle had been won with no tangible opposition!
It was a Dream night,dream that appeared hazy and vague.The battlefield,strangely,always remained the same.For ME!

Shyamu,how did you steal it from me? :D
Yeah,it was Sweet.beloved beast does it again :D

PS:Gosh,lemme not dream ON the battlefield.Lot is at stake.

Early bird

A Volery of...

I never made a post as early as this.Early morning reminds me of the serene landscapes(this finds a place only in dreams these days!),the chirping of the birds,silence and mere freshness.But there are people,sedate,unwilling to adapt themselves to this early morning bliss.True melting moments that clock in are scene-stealers!

Little did we know what was in store for us this summer!Out on an stroll in the park there are thoughts so rivetting and feelings so delectable.But just as the Sun begins to blaze in glory,just as its flares trigger the sweat glands,the coziness that oozed out of the stroll begins to get concentrated with salty waste.Sadly!

A month of piercing heat is the worst nightmare.There is demand for cold.Refrigerators are filled with bottles,bottles of water and drinks; Air coolers/Air conditioners are set to low temperatures,though unsatisfactory; juicy seasonal fruits are sold at elevated rates;hill-stations are mobbed resulting in poor accomodation availability; train AC tickets unavaliable for atleast three months;and sun-screen lotions!!!
Heat waves sweep the country taking lives so precious.Merciless! If there's something that can be used to protect ourselves in winter, What's the summer equivalent! Is there anything that is for summer!

Only an early bird can experience the evanescent givings of a morning.One thing that remains carved in mind is the sight of a volery of birds against a picturesque backdrop that not only beautifies the pre-sunrise vision, but also purifies our senses. Chirping that pleases the ear goes dead at the Sun's outburst most cruel.

Shall we call it a woelery?
Blurr.Mute.Dead Silence prevails even in the heat...

Writers' Guild

Hands of Writers...

"We have something to say to people,we weren't just kids in a class anymore,we were writers with our own voices,our own stories and even if nobody else read it,the book will be something to leave behind us,said 'we were here,this is what happened,we mattered,even if it was just to each other' "

--- Quotes by a Freedom Writer

THE FREEDOM WRITERS DIARY,published in 1999.
[Erin Gruwell and the Freedom Writers started the Freedom Writers Foundation dedicated to recreating the success of room 203 in classrooms throughout USA.]

This movie is pure magic!Watch it.You'll know it.
Links for a diary on:

• Freedom Writers
  
• Freedom Writers on ImDb
  
• Anne Frank
• Erin Gruwell

"I have a dream.My dream is to be free.We are gonna work it out now........"

Shook!

What makes a wedding gift!

Speed movie reminds of the thrilling elevator scene. People stuck,tensed,fearing a free fall and EXPLOSION.Well! I had an experience as good as speed.The differences are-there wasn't any bomb,neither was jack [grin]

I always cursed the area I've been to last night.Dilsukhnagar.Quite some history to it.Goes down to a few decades.There's this hotel called 'Swagath'."Famous",I was told.I went there with my radar notes in hand.My distant cousins were like 'Hey YOU!studying! Shock!". "Dude,making use of time you see!" All this happened on the ground floor.There's a Banquet Hall on floor-5. Why the hell did my studying happen on the ground floor? It was because the lift got jammed midway just when i pressed the button.Shook 1.

Just when the lift said "alright,place for ten",I stepped in.A couple entered behind me."I know them". Shook 2.

Just after a few seconds,the lights inside the lift went off and there....Stuck.Stranded.Sweating,Breathless. Shook 3

"Talupu tee ra kodakallaraa...Evadra ee lift maintain chesedi.Tosi padesta em ankunaro!",shouted the one beside me(Some cursing happened) .Shook 4.

It was about twenty minutes later we stepped out.I mean jumped out,after some manual pulling of the high tension wires by the security personnel.Tension in every sense.I spent those twenty minutes in the dark talking to the couple I knew.I initiated the conversation. "I know you Mr.X"..........
I entered the hall to see a lady. "I know her too.From where? on TV?" "Yes! a television actress" .Shook 5

I hogged.Nothing excess though.Struggled to eat with papers in hand.Challenged my mom "That lady is an actress.Confirm and tell me.She's looking so beautiful" ."Neeku ela telsu ra.Aina aa ammayi em bavundani chudatanki! "("How do you know?That lady isn't beautiful anyway!") .Shook 6

I picked my icecream cup.Just then I got a message which shocked me! "Whoa! Am i worth this sweetness!" .Shook 7

All through the evening, I had my eyes of observation on three people.They really interested me:
1. A little girl who refused to eat without sitting on a chair.Her dad looked like a decent man."Plate patkuni baitaki ranamma.Nuvellu parledu.Nenu chustu unta le" ("I don't wish to come out of this place while eating.You go.It's ok.I'll look at you while you eat (A wall separates the dining and the hall)
2.An arab who had different dishes on different plates.So it effectively meant multiple rounds of hogging.How much did this cost the host! .Shook 8
3.A group of engineering students having a ball of a time chatting,occupying the last row of seats.It was fun.

So it took 8 different Shooks to make the gift. And I didn't hand it over to the newly married couple. [grin]

How DIFFERENT!

Pokémon!

Famous guy.Famous show.
I don't watch this show.I don't know anything about him.If you wanna know click here.
A quick idea given by my friend.Taken.Drawn.Killed time.

"Let's Get Pokémon"
Hmmm not interested...

Shock and Key...

Shockeying!!!

One person.Ten keys to shock...

1. "You've grown fat"

2. Missing out on the latest horror/thriller in hollywood

3. Wakeup early in the morning before 5,esp for studies

4. Prepare or cook a multi-stage dish,esp from an international cuisine (recipe) book

5. "Your software is more than a month old.Update it dude"

6. Not cursing (sick) people driving on road

7.Attempting to repair anything related to electricity

8.When someone says "I care for U"

9.Slipping into sleep without my knowledge

10.Promising myself 'to stay without getting angry on anyone,atleast for a day'

Owe this topic to an SMS conversation!

Rived...

DriveN

We enter this world completely unaware of what the world has in store for us. For how many years does this happen? Not sure. But yes, until we learn how to express ourselves, as a baby/child/kid, we cry. Crying dominates smiling at this age. Nature has a clever way of making things grow.Whoa!

When we open our eyes to see the real world, we begin to understand where we stand. Terra firma or is it ready to crumble? Let us say ‘what we need’ is a question our brain has still not bothered to answer. We turn to the experienced. For an advice. We learn to advise. Sensible if not abnormal. As long as the scenario is different, advising is fine. What matters is how truly we have experienced its consequences, to be able to advise. If it isn’t so, then give way to deception (most likely).

We are driven by many needs. We want happiness, don’t we? We want to make ourselves comfortable. To find these, to add to our growth, we are mostly driven by advices, to an extent where we begin to see how wonderful the life is going to be but not how difficult. Why do we get influenced so easily! Are we forgetting we have the potential to make our own decisions.(?)

Be Driven. To understand oneself? Better. Driven to rive? Pity.

It takes a lot (or nothing?) to :-)

(?)

En Route!

En route...en route what??
you plan to reach a place.you stop at different places along the route.experiences might be unpleasant!
So, bearing so many experiences,can we really expect the destination to be a pleasant one??
Be it anything.Think of it as a game of snakes and ladders.You get eaten,like,a million times.would you give up?or would you move ahead to reach 100???yeah the latter looks more logical...cos Hope keeps us going...

Sneak Peek!

Howdy ho!

11 sneak peeks.so long...hang... why eleven and why so long???I don't know.
There are important and unimportant peeks. We really do not know which is what (or what is which) until you get that look.
So here's the slate:

1. Pixar animation studio
2. A cricketer's dressing room
3. Any manufacturing unit (mobiles/super cars/what not/any damn thing)
4. On location:Imax movie shoot
5. Cockpit (aviation)
6. A Forensic laboratory while an investigation is on
7. Kitchen at Burj Al Arab
8. Space
9. Theatre projection room
10. AR Rahman's Panchratan Record Inn
11. Andhra Pradesh State archives and Research Institute.

The final one is such a mystery.True.I have stayed in habsiguda-tarnaka for 12 long years and I still have no clue what it is about.It looks(like)such a sad place.So it takes the eleventh place.Excuse me,there's no sorting style adopted in that list.
The list is by no means all-out.
There are more teams to take stance.

So...now take your pick. Roger that!

Snick....Pick......!.......!.......!

Theamata!

"I have set eyes on the wall of lofty Babylon on which is a road for chariots, and the statue of Zeus by the Alpheus, and the hanging gardens, and the Colossus of the Sun, and the huge labour of the high pyramids, and the vast tomb of Mausolus; but when I saw the house of Artemis that mounted to the clouds, those other marvels lost their brilliancy, and I said, 'Lo, apart from Olympus, the Sun never looked on aught so grand.' "

I was watching a documentary on the seven wonders of the ancient world,works of extreme engineering, labour which defied class. This illuded my impression on the greeks and the egyptians.

For information on the article in focus: click here

Megaloprepis!!!

Understanding can make sense

Phewmore!!!

Humor is the trait of a specialist. The world is a humorous place. World Of Ridiculously Ludicrous Droll. The world is bulging beyond imagination, bulging with people of supernatural intelligence and insane ignorance. You sit at a place and dream of being exactly at the other end of where you stay (there might be darkness!) and all you find is humor. It arises out of boredom, for people with clearly visible palm lines.(Palm readers please cash in!). Yes, it is an act of lazing that ignites this very boredom and then the mind strikes the cord of humor. Weird thoughts strike the mind.They have this unbelievable force to make us inactive. The brain finds the need to halt the production of gray cells and an urgent need of senselessness comes in. Two consequences are likely: Reformation or Ridicule.

The combination of the two consequences becomes the trait of a specialist. Choosing one amongst the two will decide how clean your palms will be. So make a decision!

And Who’s a specialist???Expand the world well.(or make it bulge?)

No Phew!more please. My palms are already sweating…

Boy O Boy Reporter!

TINTIN and his little pal Snowy

I always loved watching Tintin more than reading...Tintin and his buddy Captain Haddock...Professor Calculus is one cool absent-minded chap :)) And let's not forget the detectives.
I have tried drawing this guy and ofcourse without snowy the drawing would look incomplete.
So here's what I've done today...

Here's the original:



And here's the black and white drawing in pencil:(click to enlarge)

A piece of art by:
Rajeev Turlapati

My scanner acted weird today.It never allowed me to expand my border.That's the reason you can see his shoe partially cut.Poor old tintin! I Guess that's the reason snowy has that 'Oh my!' look :P
Shading,as always,is a pain.

All the Tintin fans, check this link:

Tintin official website

To know more about Tintin and his adventures:

Tintin on Wiki

Comments are welcome.
Merci Beaucoup...

Love's Labour Lost???

Love's labour lost??? an answer most difficult to find.

To Shoot the Moon...

This piece comes at a time when my mind is still battling strange wars, wars with itself. I cared a little, for myself. What the world showed me came after what I had planned and then I experienced. I experienced little-huge things in life. I learnt how to make relationships work. Tears rolled. I forced my cheek to smile. I tried to bring my dimple out. I had myself to hug.

I planned to construct my life with certain essential things, things that cannot be done away with. My biggest test came in November amidst another. The very thought left me grounded with fear. Strange things happened that month. My plan looked like it would hit a concrete wall. Fear was fighting to take control. I had doubts whether my ability would take me through. I realized my strengths, my weaknesses. A dangerous little sign signaled something that I would find difficult to manage. Why would such a thing called ‘fear of failure’ haunt someone? Why can’t the ‘power of confidence’ fight against all odds? On an individualistic basis, I left the two to themselves for a night. Surprisingly, I woke up to feel a fresh sense of sanity within me. I quickly realized I went through a day of nightmare. ‘Take it as it comes, care a ….. what the other says. I’m in it.’ And now I see what I went through. Did it work? My mind halted at this very question, doesn’t seem to find any answer.

Within a blink of an eye the month passed. How did it? I Planned. I experienced.

Four people influenced me so much. I learnt a lot…

My dad, over the years, has built an image for himself, an image of great respect. Character I should say. When I went to his office where he worked for twenty long years, years which were responsible for his character, I had every tear visible on my cheek. From the gatekeeper to the director, from the canteen boy to the librarian, the driver, the toilet cleaner, each one recognized. It was not just recognizing but it was respect. What exactly does it take to become noticed by so many in such a large organization? It was then I felt the need to respect one’s job, one’s devotion to work, the courage to do what the mind says. Never force a bud open. It has to blossom, the petals need to hug the air. It is then the beauty of the flower sustains. I taught myself so much.

My brother’s marriage was an occasion of great joy, an occasion where I witnessed unbelievable things. My mom, hiding all her pain, scripted the wedding with finesse. How to go about burying fears and make things count was what my mom taught me.

My sister is the most beautiful girl ever. I can never really describe how much I learnt from her. She is simply the best.

My brother is the most bizarre person in my family. In the sense that he is more like Howard Roark, few may support his style of thinking and few may not. I’m one of those who do. His thinking is point-perfect, his approach is fantastic. It solved so many of my problems. Strange it may sound. I’ve seen him scold me, I feared he has no love but as they say it is out of love such things happen.

These people force me to say something I can’t.

My jeeju, my bhabi and my little nephew have provided unlimited support. Atleast their love towards me has strengthened my will to learn.

Now, after so much of a learning experience, I intend to plan and hope for the best.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

A feeling of ‘blighting me’ strikes my mind for reasons so solid that situations loom before my eyes. Friends tend to be forgotten especially by people like me. Something says, “Sorry bloke, you find no excuse.” I get immersed in emotional thoughts trying to comfort myself in all the love my family showed me. But friends do form a part of this family, don’t they? Friends who helped me make my brother’s wedding card (V for Varun), always at his artistic best; friends who couldn’t make it to wedding but kept in touch through mobile (deepthi), at her sweetest best; friends who could make it but sadly found time sitting alone (shyamala), at her silent best; those who stay close to my house and provided every support (Karthik, Vinay), I can never find a perfect form of thanking the two of you. To my friends Sridhar and RaviThej, thanks guys! Akshaya kept in touch each day asking me how things went. I still fall short of what I intend to say to each one of you.

I thank the earth for it has only one moon. Given the right foundation, the right importance as a person, the right company of friends, the right mind to do whatever comes along the path of life, shooting that only moon becomes possible.

I'm not done yet...Please remember me!!!

Little Harry...

I've never tried portraits.This one,unfortunately,turned out to be crooked and bizzarreee! So for the moment,let's assume this is Harry,the Little Hogwarts Wizard!
But guys,this was an honest attempt.
Suggestions will be considered with serious interest.
Te doy gracias...


Deletrius!

Experiencing the passion!!!

BlogCamp,Chennai...

It's all about writing...More to it:pictures,videos and music.what else can a blogger do??? Lots infact..Never knew Blogging could be so exciting..
Here in Tidel Park,blogging has been redefined.It only makes the passion more passionate.
Wonderful 'informal' talks and tech conversations,all under one roof...Contests,Excitement and 'blogging/hogging' all sound fun.

First Look-
Tidel park,the chennai equivalent of Cyber towers.The building looked like an ordinary (huge) IT park.Security for the event was beefed up.I looked like a software professinal entering the auditorium [:P] with the blogcamp tag.

Day1-
There was the power of wordpress.Anybody planning to shift there?Then we had the battle continue with blogger beta .Which ranks higher?Well i guess those who can handle PHP,My SQL and stuff can actually decide which is right.Sorry guys!I hardly know anything about that.Thanks to BlogCamp,I came across those terms.I only blog to post my writings.
We had Kiruba and Ram with Podcasting.Ya podcasting reminds me of Sunil Gavaskar.Yes the batting legend podcasts.
Btw kiruba is one cool chap who handled the proceedings with ease.I heard he was great fun at the beach party [:)]
Click for Kiruba site/blog
Ganesh not only clicked lots of photos but gave great information in between.Great bloggers i came across!
Ganesh's rupya


Day2-
Sunil Gavaskar,the most awaited session for the day.Well,he wasted no time.was there at the venue well in time.Not only his visit,we really got to know why he does podcasting.And the chat with him was not a waste of time at all as people feared it would attract media and nothing else.
Sharad's session (an ace photographer) on digital photography stood out as the best.Awesome photographs.He actually pointed out WHY blogs are so important...Three cheers!!!
Sharad's Shots
Robert Scoble,I never heard of him at first.SInce the entire venue was a Wi-Fi zone,i logged in to Wiki and checked out his profile.Microsoft chap,now in his own business.People had a decent video chat on skype.Pretty good streaming i should say [:D].

Hogging while Blogging-
The entry was free and lunch too[:O] ??????for two days? cool,i loved it.Vanilla and strawberry icecream the next day.Value for money [:P]

Goodies-
Yahoo! bag,a cool tshirt and a mug.I still haven't used the mug.Some kinda novel given too.

If you thought BlogCamp was boring,Correct yourself dude!

Blogs have changed the style of hobbying...


Click for complete informationwww.blogcamp.in