Tall - Ent

I am having a great time now a days, less work and full of fun reading something from different parts of the world on Internet. It does not mean that I am a voracious reader but I read just to know something about the world sometimes, how things work? and in some other times just to kill time. But now a days I am also watching lots of movie. It does not mean that I am a movie buff. I am watching at least one movie a day, which makes 31 movies in a month (shabaash).

But, few months back the time was very different. Those were the days when I was in Bangalore. I used to return from office by evening and have a quick walk in a nearby park. That park was lovable place, whenever I go, there used to be few folks playing something or the other. I loved watching it. There was a gang of middle aged ladies who used to play either handball or volleyball. And I hate seeing that game as the ball used to be on ground more than in air. There was another group consisting of all retired members working out to bring back some of their youthfulness and shed away their oldness. That's the place where I could see people of all ages starting from very small (playing with mud), small (just running around) , teenage (trying to impress the opposite sex) , middle age ( one with affairs) and oldies (came to just chill and remove some of their loneliness). One day, I was just enjoying my walk, watching all these kind of people doing millions of things around. My eyes suddenly captured a small stature, and became hesitant to divert. I was looking at a school girl playing cricket. I could not resist looking for any other girl playing cricket or playing something else. But, I could not find a single girl of her age in the whole ground. Even if they were, they were involved with some other activities. Interestingly, I started observing her and soon I realised she was playing with few other men and all of them I suppose are older than her. And the way she was playing, picking the ball and throwing it, all matched any other boy doing it or even better than them. I could not resist watching her play in between other boys. So I found myself a good place to sit and started watching the game observing each movements of this girl. She bowled well and she couldn't bat well as she got out while taking a run. But, I watched their full match and came home wondering about talent of that girl. Through this blog I wish her all the very best. Good luck school girl.

Feel OR no-feel

I wanted to write a letter. A letter which can be called anything and which can be sent to anybody. A letter which can communicate things which are in my mind to the readers of letters. A letter which can help relieve my inner pain. A letter which can be read and re-written again and again..



Honestly I don't know why I am writing this. But I want to write this just for the purpose of my existance. I have been thinking from past few days, and have been reading few things on web. Its an just a try to find myself somewhere hidden. So, I started thinking in terms of can I change things? The inner voice said 'Yes' grumpily. The dominant outer voice demanded 'No'. So I started thinking about how can I differentitae between inner voice and outer voice? Which one to follow and when? 'Confused mind always does wrong things', grined the outer voice. The inner voice angrilly, stamped the inner voice with 'Shut Up'. These are regular feelings which will keep fighting within each of us. Can we really do something about this? Can we stop these two voices fight each other and order them to be friends? I really don't know.. Started with 'Dont know' and ending it with 'dont know' . But, sometimes asking questions is much more important than seeking for answer. Hope the inner voices understand this. Bye