Profile Stumblers

I hate this. Well, its not wrong but its not right either. Have you ever received a profile hit from a strange person on social networking site? Do they visit your profile just for fun? Could not they resist the temptation of hitting your profile?

I understand that the social sites are for fun and people have every right to visit any other profile. But can't they ethically leave a comment about it when they have already hit your profile. Moreover, they lock all of their features like someone is going to steal their features. How in the hell the other person know the intention of the hit? Well, I never argue for locking their albums, videos and any other private matters which might exist with the profile. But they lock the feature of messaging itself. If they want to lock everything why are they in the social site in the first place? If they try to justify with the answer I'm here just for my friends who knows my personel email address, I will ask them on simple question: Find out the meaning of social networking and come back.

How easy it would have been if social sites provide option for profile like/dislike feature for profile stumblers!

Baby Dreaming

Well, its been many days my blog haven't seen any posts recently. It does not mean that nothing is happening in my life. Sometimes life gives you so many things that you forget to write all about it. Moreover I am behaving like a lazy sloth lately. So if you really ask me, indolence should be the right reason for not seeing posts here lately.

I'm back again posting every small thing happening in my life. Its not an autobiography though but I would like to write about any special or interesting events.

Last night after watching Compulsion, a drama on iTV starring Parminder Nagar of Bend it like Beckham fame, I went to sleep little early contradicting my daily routine. Sleep was as away from me as India is to United Kingdom. But, got lost in some thought I found myself in a toddler stroller in a deep sleep dreaming something. I can't remember what I was dreaming about as a baby. Disturbed by its uneasiness I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed. But the thought of "baby dreaming" caught my brains all night. What can a baby dream about?. Unable to convince myself I asked myself a question "Do dreams/nightmares come to babies as well, as we adults see them occasionally?" If anyone stumble on to this blog and by any chance know answer to this question, please leave your answer.

Halted Train

After giving some blessed natural light after a long time, the sun has gone under covers again in London. Its damp day today but seems like clouds will never succeed in their objective.

Through the large glass window of the local tube train I could clearly see the dark skyline of London. The train was moving heavily and it was on the bridge when I saw a swan in the river underneath the bridge. I thought its going to move away hearing the harsh sound of the train. It proved my belief wrong and started to dive along the train. I was puzzled but convinced myself saying, 'the swan must be deaf'. I kept my eyes outside the window and train pulled to 'Bromley-by-Bow' station, where I could see the train standing in the other platform without a driver. I raised my eye brows and looked intently. The driver was talking over-telephone using the driver telephone booth. I over heard from other people in my couch - the train has come to halt after a break in communications.

At the same time, I received a text message in my mobile. I opened the message to read it as follows:
"Currently minor delays are occurring in West-Bound District Line. Please contact the travel agent at stations/tfl.gov.uk for more information".

I was mesmerized and diverted my eyes away from the message to stare at the London sky-line again.

Select- no- Select

Life makes us to learn so many things. Right from our birth, everyday we learn one or the other thing. How ever small it can be, but we do learn something or the other everyday. Sometimes, the situations make you to learn. Other times, you learn from your surroundings, from people, even from flora and fauna around you. Sometimes, you make mistakes and learn the learning. Some other times you learn it before you commit mistake. When Charles Darwin proposed his theory of Natural Selection, the world started to wonder how the life has been learning or evolving everyday. We learn, decide and adopt - the three things we do everyday, every minute, every second. And this must have been happening at the nuclear level of our lives. Darwin proposed that those who won't learn will perish in the process of natural selection. Why not, I would say.

Now please don't call me a philosopher! Now a days, particularly the financial system seem to be learning so many things from their grandios past life. The plummeting shares and weakening economy has raised alarms among developed community. Panicking shareholders, knelling companies and observant consumers. Governments sporadic efforts to keep the money rolling has kept little hopes in financial system. But the the learnings in this case is so vast - no one can believe the learnings can be easily adopted to system. The natural selection has to happen at somepoint of time. I think only the better learners will survive against this stream. Where do you think we will end up with this tumbling financial system?

Known Question, Unknown Answer

Everyday when I getup from my bed the clock kept on my television table scares me. It makes me to go nuts and make me to run all around. Hastiness gets induced into my brain, body and soul. Run for shower and run back - pull few clothes just to cover the body. Take a quick run to station - train pulls to station with its running wheels. The train runs to drop me to my destination. I catch running escalators in the station and run on streets. Apologies pour when I bump into office goers but the flow does not stop. Every single moment the heart reminds - you are late, keep up the pace and reach office as soon as possible.

This is how every morning runs in my day. But very occasionally, whenever my eyes catches the morning bulletin of Metro, I grab the paper and have a glance on headlines. You can imagine, hastiness prevents me to go through story details. However, I love peeping into someone else reading the paper to get a glimpse of headlines. Recent days I have been seeing Jade Goody in news. Once she was in limelight for racial reasons. But now she is suffering - suffering with deadly cancer.

I am starting to wonder how does it feels when someone know they will die in few more days. Well, it is a fact that everyone dies one or the other day. But when you know certainly how long you will live -things become really different. I can't even imagine, how she must have been feeling but definitely it can't be a nice feeling, I'm sure.

Happy Valentines Day

ಕಾಯುತಲಿದ್ದನು ಪ್ರೇಮಿಯು ಒಬ್ಬನು
ಸೂರ್ಯನು ಮೂಡುವ ದಿಕ್ಕಿನಲಿ
ಮೊರೆಯುತಲಿದ್ದಳು ಪ್ರೇಯಸಿಯೊಬ್ಬಳು
ಕಣ್ಣನು ಹೊರೆಸುತ ಬಿಕ್ಕುತಲಿ!


ಬಾನಲಿ ಮೂಡಿದ ಚಂದಿರ ಕೂಡ
ಮಾಸಿದ ಕನಿಕರ ತೋರುತಲಿ!
ಅಲೆಗಳು ಬಡಿದವು ಎಲೆಗಳು ಸರಿದವು
ತೋರುತ ಸ್ನೇಹವ ಮೆಚ್ಚುತಲಿ !


ಪ್ರೇತಿಸೊ ಜೀವ ತ್ಯಜಿಸುತ ಮೋಹ
ಹಾಡಿತು ಸುಂದರ ಸಾಲಿನಲಿ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ನಂದಿಸೊ ಬೆಂಕಿಯು ಕೊನೆಗೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಿ ಅಳಿವುದು ಲೋಕದಲಿ !

Cried Child

Something is trying to taunt me, and its trying little hard to make me unhappy, trying to keep me sad and unworthy. Don't imagine about ghosts now. Its neither the ghosts nor the spiritual souls. Its my own soul and my own life.

Today I will talk about one of the most interesting topics of all. I was ten years old and I was walking towards school on a desolated road. I was wearing full white uniform with white shirt, shorts, socks and shoes. The silk tie with blue and white stripes was hanging from the neck. I was strolling lazily hitting at everything that come in front of my foot. I saw a huge crowd at the corner of the street. In surprise, my eyebrows became straight and the whole body became alert. I ran towards the crowd to see the happening. The crowd had surrounded a small crying child. The child lied on a small cotton cloth. As the crowd increased, the whining sound of child also increased. Being very young I could not understand the situation. I took a good look at the child and came in front of it to touch the flesh. As I leaned to touch it, a strong arm came between my armpit and dragged my whole body. I almost fell backwards. "You can't touch that child, you child", he yelled at me. As he yelled he dragged me out of the crowd and throwed me away from the crowd. I felt helpless and very week to do anything. My friend Sudi came riding the bicycle and asked me whats going on. I told him everything and he also did not quite understood the situation and asked me, if I would like to join him to the park (Maharaja Park). I just waved my head and rode with him to the park and started playing.

One day in kitchen

Few days ago, I launched myself in kitchen and started to prepare vegetable curry. I had already kept the rice in rice cooker. For those who are not familiar with curry preparation -the curry preparation is a exhaustive process where you need to follow a predefined steps. Perhaps, even though it is a series of predefined steps, it's very difficult to get the taste of curry. But, I don't give much importance to taste whenever I prepare it for myself. I'm more than happy if it appears like a curry. That makes it so simple to prepare.

I chopped the onions before I put the mustard seeds into moon shaped steel bowl. They murmured as if they know each other. Understandably, I could not understand even a bit of their talk. I poured the onions into those talking seeds. Now, even onions started speaking to them with louder voice. I started wondering but did not allowed them to puzzle me.

It seemed the flame started to trouble them and they lowered their voice and started to turn brown. I thought they must be expressing their anger for not allowing them to talk longer. To give them a life of spare I poured glassful of water into the bowl and watched very keenly. Everything became so peaceful, so calm.

I quickly chopped the vegetables and poured them too into the calm still water. And allowed them to simmer. After exactly 10 minutes, I could hear the sound again from the same bowl. Cautiously I opened it and saw the water boiling continuously making a continuous sound. I started thinking about how to stop this noise, then came the idea of salt. I took the lidded mug in which I had stored the salt. The lid had a small hole in its edge making the hole to look like an eye. I inverted the mug to allow salt to drop into the bowl though that hole. Salt came outside but the whole lid also fell into the bowl.

I can't remember what was my expression after this. But its not hard for you to imagine it.

A missed call in the morning

After watching a late night movie, I slept without thinking anything as an effort to get up early next morning. It was Friday night and my eyes were dropping terribly, insisting the brain to go to sleep. It seemed I haven't even closed my eyes, my eyes got opened by the melodious ring tone of my mobile. But , the melody could not impress me this time. I glanced at the source of tone. Stumbling towards the table I squinted at the mobile screen. The colorful screen was pouring at least 4 different colors on to my face and was showing the name of 'Raama'. The brain quickly recovered the conversation it had just two days ago.

"He is going back to India today", brain roared, my whole body trembled listening to that roar. It seemed all of my organs awoke hearing that roar. Then, eyes rolled towards the clock kept right next to the lilliputian tele. The three hands of the clock were ticking lazily without giving any damn about the outside of their world. Each of the them exactly measured the time as half past eight.

"Oh my god", I said. I removed the heavy duvet from my leg and ran towards the bathroom. Took a very quick shover and again ran back to the room searching for any ironed cloth in the closet. Time seems to run faster when one is in hurry. I put on my rags and pulled the shoes and opened the door.

Suddenly, my sight became so dark, and for an instance I felt it like my eyes are closing. I pushed to try little hard to keep eyes open and forcibly looked around the sight. Its really dark outside. What time it is?

I realised I have forgotten to wear my wrist watch in hurry and removed the mobile to check the time. It showed 6:00. I reopened the door and glared the watch hanging on wall. It also showed 6:00. I walked to my room and glanced at the clock on the table. It also showed 6:00.

"Are all clocks are trying to prove me fool?", I asked myself. I got another missed call from 'Raama'. The missed calls were to inform me that he has just left Glasgow. "Oh, Raama", I paused.

ಮೊದಲ್ಗವನ

" ಕಣ್ನಂಚಲೇ ಹೆದರುತ ನಿನ್ನನು ನೋಡಿದೆ
ಕ್ಷಣದಲೇ ಜಾರುತ ನಸು ನಗೆಯ ಬೀರಿದೆ
ತಿಳಿಯದಲೇ ನಾಚುತ ತಳವಳಿಸ ತೊಡಗಿದೆ
ಏನೆಂದು ಹೇಳಲಿ ನಾ ತಿಳಿಯದಾದೆ

ಯಾವುದೋ ಜನುಮದ ನೆನಪೊಂದು ಕರೆದಿದೆ
ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ್ದ ಕದವು ತಾನಾಗೆ ತೆಗೆದಿದೆ
ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪು ಮೂಡಿ ಜಲರಾಶಿ ಹರಿದಿದೆ
ಕನಸಲೂ ಮನಸಲೂ ನೀನೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಹೋದೆ

ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿನ ಕಥೆಯ ಹಾಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮದುರ ಕಂಠದ ಶಬ್ದ ಹರಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದರೆ ಇದೆಯೇ ಕೇಳಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸವಿಯ ಸವಿಯಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ "

Impasse...

I had a very pleasant day today, it was a very happening and eventful weekend. Its unbelievable I'm still awake after such a tiring day. But, sleep is no near to me - so thought of watching a movie. Started searching for any good movie which can bring some good sleep to mind. A list came up in front of my eyes- it was difficult to slide through each of the screens and choose from the list. But, thanks to computer algorithm, the list was alphabetically ordered.

Suddenly, one of the Tamil movie caught my eyes - Anniyan. To tell you the truth, I can't read, write or even understand Tamil. I clicked on the movie link to check if it has English subtitles of the dialogues. Thankfully, the movie had English subtitles. A glimpse of my childhood came in front of my eyes. Watching regional movies on Doordarshan every Sunday afternoon, was my habit. They also had these English subtitles of different regional language films. Although, its bit odd to convert the dialogues to some other language - the translation sometimes becomes just a translation without any human touch to it. But the dialogues will have lots of human touch with them. Still I like them because they lend their hands to understand the film, understand the characters.

Anniyan was very emotional, heart touching movie. Ambi made me to laugh, Anniyan made me to cry and Remo made me to sigh. Different characters but one person. One brain but different frequency of thinking. One body but different course of action. After watching it, I felt very good. That's what you expect from any movie, aren't you? You feel better when you come out of the theater and all of your walk/journey back home, your mind will be mulling over the film. Each sequence, each moment tries to come in front of your eyes and tries to exemplify themselves.

The film decorates the words of Veda. Veda was written to tell one, one to choose right from wrong. Compelling one to do right was the main aim of Veda. Try to guide and show you a right path towards Mukti was the objective of Veda. But now a days I don't see anything so called - Right or Wrong. Everything is right if you are ethically right. On the contrary you are wrong if you are ethically wrong. All Vedas or part of Vedas have been re-written as ethics now a days. For each field different set of ethics - Corporate ethics, Social Ethics etc.., Eventually, ethical right and ethical wrong have replaced the rights and wrongs. You can give many examples for this, can't you?

Granny...

Well, its already midnight but Morpheus, the god of dreams seems to be unhappy. Sleep is no near to me- made me to think about Insomnia. "Oh common, you sleep like a pig sometimes", my inner voice growled. It made the instinct to go out of my mind.

Its Sankranti today, many states in India celebrate this festival as a new year. Its called by several names across India. Many wishes for all on the occasion of this festival.

Today I am going to share one of the event which have left deep emotions in my heart. One of my friend was leaving to Bangalore from his home place, a remote village in the district of Dharwad. I joined him as I was also working in Bangalore. Don't assume that he is leaving home for the first time. He has done this many times. As you might all know if you are leaving from your home place, your parents and other well wishers always come with you to bus stand. His grandmother should have been to farm and must have been unaware of her grandson's plans. My friend also did not care to go to farm to say bye to her. The importance of the person fades with age, you know about it.

We reached the bus stand in the hope that bus will come on time. Everyone was in very jolly mood including me. I turned towards the end of the street to see if I can find any image of the bus. I saw an old women running towards the bus stand. She ran and ran until she reached the stand and I could not stop thinking what made her to run like a sprinter at that age. She came and stopped just beside me and asked "Where is my grandson?". Everyone around us started laughing and someone from the group cheered he is just in front of you. Taking a long breath she murmured, "I can't see a thing, I took a run from farm. Someone passing by informed me about his leaving".

She sat down on one of the stones near by and took few minutes of rest. And all those few minutes, I could not just take my sight out of her.

Light, Light and Light...

"Oh god," I sighed. It was tiring, astonishing and very fulfilling. I was watching the movie 'Thank you for smoking' and to my awe I felt it like a true drama just unpacking itself in front of my eyes. I liked the character of Nick, where he always tries to prove the point played by his opponent is wrong rather than proving his own point.

The movie ran to end like a sprinter and kept me on the edge of my seat always. Once finished I slept just thinking in terms of Nick. Suddenly something clicked in my mind and possibly could not figure out answer to the question- what if the light loses its reflection property.

For those who are elementary to physics, its the reflection property of light which allows us to see the things around us. The world looks beautiful because of this property of light. Girls see their curves because of this. Boys see their muscles because of this. Other animals remain cautious of their prey because of this property of light.

Have you ever asked yourself what if the light loses its property for some reasons? I also did not had any thoughts about this. But, I could only think of one thing. If this magic happens we start to realise ourselves or we start to find ourselves or we start to search ourselves.

"Yes" I'm talking about the real of us, neither the physical view nor the projected view. We will really get to find about " Who we are? and what we are?" just like any blind person do every single day.

ಮಾಯಾಲೋಕ

" ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲೊಂದು ಬಿಂಬವ ಮಾಡಿ ನೋಡಿದ ಅರಮನೆ ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಕಹಳೆಯ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳದೆ ಇರಲು ಮಾಡಿದ ಕವಚವು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಪಕ್ಕದಿ ಮನಗಿದ ಮಡದಿಯ ಮನಸನು ಅರಿಯುವ ಸೂತ್ರವು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಚೆಂದದಿ ನಗುವ ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಅಂದವ ಮಿರಿಸುವರ್ಯಾರುಂಟು?

ಒಂದೆಡೆ ಕತ್ತಲು ಒಂದೆಡೆ ಬೆಳಕು ಮಾಡಿದ ಒಡೆಯನು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಸುಂದರ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಬಣ್ಣವ ಕೆಡಿಸಿ ಕೆಂದುಟಿ ನೀಡಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು
ಮೂಡಿಸಿ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಚಂದ್ರನ ಕರಗಿಸಿ ಆಟವ ನೆಡೆಸಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು
ಹೂವ್ಗಳ ತೂಗಿಸಿ ಜೇನನು ಮೂಡಿಸಿ ಬಣ್ಣವ ಬಳಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು? "