Can anyone suggest a title..

Lay hidden are those cave paintings..

Could not be removed or framed.

Long living are the gaint red woods..

Still standing in silence.

Fresh and Fragant are these rain day roses..

Evoking placid smile.

Stay for ever will those memories..

Even after you and i die..

DARE TO REVOLT....

Its sad that life continues to be the same even after the evolution of man from animals. The theory remains, " Survival of the fittest". Which neither we nor anyone in the world could change. Revolutions are just NEWS to us and our adrenalin rises jus hearing the stories of revolution and quotes of che and subsides when logged off the website and neutralizes on seeing a spectacular hip shake of Sakira.. We do all the talking and try to show off to ourselves that we r intellectuals who care for the community. Dare to step out of home against the world. U could never do it.. If u dare to, u will be left alone in this world of survivors. Everyone wants to live. Live happily.. Except for that nothing is more important for anyone in the world. U may argue that u help people or compromise or give up or sacrifice for the sake of other, but remember that too gives u the happiness of accomplishing something,to be precise "the pride".

SO WHAT COULD BE DONE?Are we just have to be blind to whatever happens around us? there was only one Che Guevera in a century. Do u think thr haven't been a blood as RED as his ever since. Thr was, but the society has chosen to ignore him/her.. And never will accept any discomfort in the way of living. Even if it was dying without food they would be happy to live the same way as yesterday rather than beaten up for revolting.

Revolution for us has now-a-days become a fashion statement.. Its a fashion to wear 'Che' gears..to say i know Che, to use his quotes now and then..Tell me what have u done so far to awake the society? Have u ever switched off a unwanted light burning in ur toilet.Haven't u start bonking ur horn in signal when the green falls.. Have u ever thought twice before pissing on the road.Have u ever tried to argue with a policeman offering to leave u for a bribe of 50bucks and went on to meet him at court to pay the actual fine.. u r the society.. stop complaining..If u start living a TRUE life it is more than enough..
If u want to change the whole institution to make everyone live happily then, come out & Revolt.

Life is beautiful..

" I am the happiest person in the world." Have anyone heard somone tell this ever? Well! presenting to the world, " VIJAY" the happiest person in the universe.

Everyone in the world have problems which make them unpleasant.
There is a magic to live happily.. Life has only two flavours, sorrow & happiness. The two subfolders in each of the main folders are problems and their solutions. All other ingredients fall in either of the two subfolders and therefore, the main folders accordingly how u treat them. Confusing? Let me explain..
People want to live happily, that is the most important desideratum of survival. If not for humans all living beings are destinied only to suvive. Evolution happened when there was a little disturbance in survival. We, Humans, evolved when it needed to be wiser to suvive. And nature had made a mistake, a mutational change which never could be rectified, even by nature, The Evolution almost stopped. Humans had a purpose, Existance. The only purpose. He was less previlaged than other living things that he has to struggle to survive. He started "thinking" instead of "doing" . He outsmarted others to privail his existance just by thinking and doing. When he was outsmarted by his fellow men the first feeling of unhappiness or sorrow evolved. Evolution again, he started thinking too much to have comfort for himself and when he started to feel comfort he wished for more comfort. thats when all the inventions and civilizations emerged.
When the first feeling of sorrow was felt only then happiness became a priority, as happiness brought comfort. He began to do things that would bring happiness to him as a self. And till today all humans including me & u, just have one exigengy, try and keep ourselves happy. To keep ouselves happy we do things that would bring discomfort to other and make them unhappy.

Happiness and sorrow, now had become the way of our life and desperately try to keep ourselves happy. only our "selfs". All who say that they have better intentions to live are just ignorant to the truth that whatever they do be it sacrifice, dedication, revloution, invention, love, care or affection for the sake of others, they do it to keep their inner soul happy. Be it a Psycopath serial killer or a Tibetian Monk, both have only one intention, to survive, suvive happily only that they derive happiness from various means.

Now when u realise all those, still u cant stop doing it. People who realised the secret and comforted themselves are the one's who knew "who they are". They are the "yogis". Most won't realise or even want to realise.

I realsise this too, but i don't want to be a yogi. so i chose to be human by living life the way it comes. Take everthing i come across as it comes. When i get happy about something i stay happy, when i feel sad for some reason i feel sad, but would not take it to heart so much that it would bother me. I understand the roots of all the problems and analise how to solve them rather than worry on its advent.
Again
Main folder:
1. Life (Survival)
1.1. happiness
1.1.1.problems
1.1.2.solutions for the problems
1.2.sorrow
1.2.1.problems
1.2.2.solutions for the problems

All other ingredients like love, hatred, accomplishment, failiure, pride,disgrace, wealth, poverty everything fall in either of the two subfolders and therefore, the main folders accordingly how u treat them. There is both happiness & sorrow in each of the ingredient in life.

Life becomes a mess when "too many cooks spoil the broth".

There are few few folder above the main folder called life, which is too tedious to explain. You will lose the interest to live if u start analysing things above that. So better we live.

After all..
Life is beautiful...

A midsummer night’s dream

“Dreams are not comparable to the spontaneous sounds made by a musical instrument struck rather by some external force than by the hand of a performer; they are not meaningless but often illogical. They never follow a sequence of time. The speed of dream is unbelievable that you travel time and places in a flick “– Sigmund Freud.

It was a welcome precipitation that night, coolest of the summer, after a long episode of hot glare sunny days.

She winks like a butterfly flapping its wings. The two butterflies were mating against a green serene background with dew dripping around here and there. They sag as the cool breeze sweeps. A placid piece of hail drops from nowhere, shattering into pieces. Butterflies shrugged by the quake, flies apart as the female flaps into the greenery. The estranged male flaps into the room hysterically and ….Oh! God. It shatters between the blades of the ceiling fan with the color of its glittering wings shower like sparkling meteors in the galaxy.

The spin of the galaxy is so rhythmic and it starts unwinding into the dark universe leaving behind twinkling stars in an almost dark placid sky. The ceiling in that mall twinkles with the artificial sky as I am on the stage for a game show. The host asks me an irrefutable question for which my answer was so spontaneous that left the crowd surprising. She seems surprised with me answering the question and applauds with a smile. Her face is so animated that is almost looks like a Mickey Mouse.

The Mickey Mouse video is so humorous and Surya likes it so much. He asks me to play “Finding Nemo”. Nemo’s dad swims across the East Australian current and reaches Sydney. “The Opera house is an architectural marvel, but it has its own flaws. It never fulfilled the purpose it was built for”. It was absurd to hear it from Mr.Ragavan Nambhiyar, Architecture professor. His hair sways like a pony’s tail. He has more hair than Tina has. Tina’s voice is tomboyyish but commanding. It’s like that of Tom Sawyer’s of “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. Our English teacher asks me to recite a chapter of the book, which I haven’t memorized. I am waiting for the school bell to ring.

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting

I’m going home.

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting

It sounds so real. It’s the alarm. “Someone, stop it”.

4:00 am

Snoozed.

I’ll sleep 10 more minutes before I go to the karate class. It is so cool. The atmosphere in my school is always cool. The peacocks come around us, while we are having lunch in the playground, to eat the left over. I feed a peacock and it pecks my hand. I put my hand in the cool water of the small stream that runs behind the compound of the school. Principal doesn’t believe when we say about the footprints of a cheetah, which we saw while playing along the bank of the stream. He pushes the call bell to call the attendee.

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting.

4:10am.

It’s ok 10 more minutes.

Snoozed.

The Airtel tune for the alarm is so nice but it is the most irritating music now. A.R.Rehman’s music is always daunting. J.P’s songs are groovy that every one in the dojo enjoys it so much. I need to buy a guitar.
“Thode Lamhe…”

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting

4:20am.

No, I am not going to the class today. It’s so cold outside and is drizzling. I love the warmth of the bed.
Hmmmm… The pillow is so soft and it smells so good. Uck! I wish it smells so good. It smells like a rose. The roses with raindrops in it are so haunting. Kavi and I are walking along a long avenue of trees after the rain. The sight is so clear as the rain have washed away the dust in the air. The trees are still dripping. Suddenly she pulls a twig of a tree and showers me with a very special rain that the tree has saved for us. She laughs, as I am fully soaked. She runs as I chase. Her anklets compose a symphony.

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting

4:30am.

Oh! Not again. No snooze I’m gonna Switch off the alarm.

I am not going to the class today. Anyway, I missed my trip to Okinawa. Nothing’s gonna change if I miss a single class. It feels more comfortable and pleasing to sleep in the cool morning on a warm mattress. Nothing will equal the sense of cuddling in the bed half asleep. Hmmm… wow! It’s so nice, the warmth. If only I have someone to hug now….

Ting Ting

No!

1 text message received

“Shihan”

Opening…

“Hoiz guys. Classes as usual, in spite of thunder, lightning and rain for aspiring students. Are you on and up? Hoiz.”





It was another great session of karate and chattering that day.

Why I joined Karate..

I had been a neurotic all my life, dreaming about things that are impossible to happen. Well! Almost. It happened to be one such dream, being a Karate Ka.

I derived inspirations from whatever I saw, what I ever got to know. A movie, a cricket match, an architecturally mastered building, a story, a painting, be it anything, I lived a life where I was the hero. I would be a guy who bashes up 100 thugs in a row or a player who hits six in each ball faced. I, designed the greatest building ever built, directed super hit movies, wrote stories that laurels Pulitzer, drew a portrait as real as a photograph, edited a movie I saw, lived a billionaire and it went on and on and on. I related myself to everything around that deserves attention. After all I could be a hero only in my life and always knew that I could only be a supporting actor in others life, most of the time, a comedy role. I found those things would never happen but hated to discover reality, when such was the happiness in dreaming.

I realised at times that my dreams were overtaking my life. But it was less adequate, the realization. The nuances of inadequacy seemed so unpredictable, as I was so obsessed with those dreams.

Was it coz I’m alone?

I started feeling lonely as I started realizing. I was forced to be lonely. It was not my fault for not having friends now, as I always had a celebrating group of friends.

I fed the grudge to give me comfort. It started taming me. I was cuddled in its comfort, as it taught me all evils, worst of all, self-sympathy. I began hating people.

Physically, I was living in a concrete jungle. The rest of the world was so mystical; I hardly stole time to intrude through the other side. It was a fairy tale, with lights glittering, bikes vrooming, angels walking along the lanes, and all. Any sound other than that of diesel gensets, concrete pumps, breakers, drillers, hammers was music to me.

Gimme a break!

Get me outta here. I was waiting like a gazelle in a lions hold, making valiant attempts to free myself.

Until one day.

“THINK KARATE. THINK SHIHAN HUSSAINI. NO FURTHER.”

The grudge announced that it’s just another graffiti. Let me try one last time before quitting.

“Am I speaking to Shihan Hussaini?”

“Yes sir”

I was in.



Now I have a home away from home.