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What are you trying to do ?

I’m not a man who is crying out for his lost one. I’m not a dead body who has lost one of its arm. I’m not the blood stains near the drainage. I’m not the smoke that arouse from the burning of the Indian heritage. I’m not even the men whom you kept as hostages for your gain.
It is midnight and this is your time to strike, because at dawn, we will rise with immense power and might.
My dreams penetrate beyond your bullets. My tears, they stop above my lips so that I can stand and shout – YES, I’m an Indian.
My India is so vast that every time you explode homes or create chaos, another era of patriotism is born.
The whole world may hate us in being afraid, defensive , below poverty line, unemployment, backwardness in technology but the pain we experienced,
the scars we had is more than the grass in your paddy field.
We forget the numbers in bold red text in hours.

We will never die out. We are of one spirit.
Many of you, have invaded, ruled and destroyed us, but we never moved an inch in fear. Our fathers have taught us, it takes more courage to get slapped than to slap.
My courage and pride looks down at your existence.
You create your weapons in fear. You feel the pain deep inside your heart. Your instincts tell you that we will come for you one day.
We do not close our eyes to weep or pray but to memorize the past. We close our fists with the Indian blood of anger that’s been flowing through from generations. Yet, with smiles rested on our lips, we ask

What are you trying to do ?

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Pebbles – 01

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Sitting by a stream, watching the flowing river touch a few pebbles as they pass, got me into one of my philosophical moods! These little lifeless stones create ripples in a pond, like how small incidents or flashes of memory vibrate our mind and soul.

Here are a few of the pebbles, which I believed my life was touched by.

Care

I recall the times, when I was a little kid and my mom used to hold my hand while crossing the street. In my own lil’ world, it was like walking with the zebras in the jungle of wild vehicles! I couldn’t judge the speed of a car or know the dangers laid in store for me. But I still smiled and looked around the shiny piece of metals with awe and no fear, because I knew my mom would take care of the “worrying” part!

She cared for me, loved me and I believed in her.

Years passed on and I landed up finally in high school. Those times were rocking! I had so much fun with friends and we even had a logo for our gang! One day Mom instinctively grabbed my hand while crossing a road. I withdrew my hand immediately with a “I’m not a kid anymore, Mom!” expression. I still crossed the road with smiles but this time knowing that cars have brakes! I wanted to show her that I can take care of myself.

She still cared for me and loved me.

Although change is good, I believe that some things are better left untouched as they built foundations of one’s lives.
A change shouldn’t be mistaken with variety and it should always have a connecting path to the past so that we all know our way back even if the front door of life is closed.

Gratitude

This blind man was a very grumpy fellow. Maybe he was frustrated with his life. The Government decided to make a charity move on treating eye patients. One grumpy blind man was selected and availed the free treatment. The operation was painful and he was grumbling and cursing everyone throughout the day. After the successful operation, he thanked the doctor and walked away.
Thirty five years later, when he saw that doctor in a parking lot, he took his son by hand and pointed out to the doctor and said, ” That is the person who gave your dad, eyes. ”

This is the story of gratitude, experiencing it and passing it along so that everyone who hears it is reminded that a lil’ act of kindness still exists in this mad, bad world!

We all grow up, adapt to situations using our own experiences, others advices or even by taking the risks. But we should never forget who we are, how we started and how we made it till here.

Failure

A white line doesn’t look noticed or significant on a sheet of white paper. You always need a black line to make a definition on that empty page.

Similarly failure is like your shadow. You don’t get to see your shadow all the time but only at the scorching hour of the day. Shadows are a reminder or a proof of your existence and a reflection of you. And like them, failures remind you of how far you’ve come from a small step.

Accept your failures, they are part of you. Work towards it and soon you’ll be successful.

Future Talk

Have you laughed in you head seeing your parents behaving like kindergarten kids when it comes to computer? Or has it annoyed you when they keep calling you up when they don’t know how to operate a DVD player? Yes, I know that’s the story in most of our homes today. A typical afternoon at my place would be having my parents watch their serials on the popular Asianet channel and my bro and me, with the play station. One day, I came out of my room asking my bro if he saw the DVDs of Star Wars, as the older version of itunes wasn’t getting updated on my ipod and I had to redo the whole thing over again. I bet, to my parents, the whole conversation sounded like Greek and Latin. It might have occurred to them that their son learnt a lot and is a Techie freak! But on the other hand, it’s just another day for any kid like me!
Weeks ago, a priest at our local church confessed that a 4 year old boy was teaching him how to use the internet to check his mails.
This is the future talk.
We do not focus on the generation gap and instead just call the ones lagging behind as “silly” or “ignorant”.
But the catch here is that, one day we too will be watching TV in the visiting room.

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Reason

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Everything i have known and learnt has finally started to fall in places. The reason of existence is very simple. Many among us believe that its our fate to be a part of something or someone. The truth as i have experienced is that the reason for a time to exist is the preplanned result of something that you have done. More like a synchronizations of moments in our life. The best way to prove it is that to frame your life in a paper. As you write each moments and starts to connect them, you will finally know that if your previous actions or more likely known as stupid behavior which you wanted to change is a connecting bridge between the valued moments.

What if I tell you that everything happens for a reason and I know why it is happening. The power to know something that is going to occur is not an extraordinary talent. One just needs time and patience to separate his present and the past like how one separates the threads in a cloth. One should also keep in mind that everything that is happening at the very moment cannot be categorized as present. It maybe a representation of the past disguised as the present.

Even the best seller – The Secret is based on these grounds.The Secret speaks of the law of attraction which means everything that happens to you-good or bad-you attract it to yourself.Lisa , an expert describes it as if you’re placing an order. “If you were at a restaurant and you ordered something, you fully expect it to come served that way. That’s how the universe is. You’re putting out orders—consciously and unconsciously,” Lisa says. “So if you say, ‘I’ll never be successful,’ you just placed an order.”
Incidents whether big or small are all part of that destiny.

Something so silly as getting a book of my choice gave me an afternoon filled with thoughts.
I needed to get a book from a particaular book shop but was stuck in traffic jam coz the taxi driver took another route than the regular one. I was furious.He then told me that he would leave me on the other side of the bridge where I could cross and get to my destination book shop. As I got out in front of the bridge, there was another book shop. The guy in the shop told me that I would get the book I was looking for only in his shop. I didnt pay heed to his words and crossed the bridge and reached my destination and asked the shop keeper about the book. The answer was no. When i got back, the shop keeper smiled and handed me the book I wanted.Had I checked his shop out in the first place, I wouldn’t have taken the pain to cross the crowded bridge! The route, the traffic jam and the driver led me to what I wanted.

So stop calling words like coincidence when things begin to click. The universe is built up on principals and laws.
Stop being a victim, take control of your destiny and start placing your order right!
For there’s always a reason for everything, a reason for existence.

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I Am Legend – Review

I am legend - posterThe simple equation of this movie is Will Smith. After watching this movie, I had tried to replace him with some of the other stars like Tom Hanks, Johnny Depp and Brat Pitt. Tom Hanks is out of the scene when it comes to the morning exercising scene. Johnny depp is out when is comes to that doctor look and Brad Pitt doesn’t look like a family man.

The movie is pretty good and the key role to enjoy this one is that to watch it alone. Do not think of going with your friends, it will spoil the isolation fear . But the movie doesn’t look long enough because we often keep hearing his watch beeping which tell us that its just 5:00 pm and not days or months.

The plot is really good and even the camera angles are pretty from the human eye which gives that lonely feeling. I would you suggest you to watch it. Have fun !!

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I loved you enough…

Someday i will dedicate this poem to my children.

I always believed that the toughest task in this world is to raise a kid. There are no undo, no repetition, no supplements, no backlogs. It’s just that we all pass through it being on both the sides. Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them:

ParentI loved you enough…
to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough…
to insist that you save your money
and buy a bike for yourself even
though we could afford to buy one for you.

I loved you enough…
to be silent and let you discover
that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough…
to make you take a Milky Way back to
the drugstore (with a bite out of it)
and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday
and want to pay for it.”

I loved you enough…
to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room,
a job that would have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough…
to let you see anger, disappointment
and tears in my eyes.
Children must learn that their
parents aren’t perfect.

I loved you enough…
to let you assume the responsibility
for your actions even when the penalties
were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all,

I loved you enough…
to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.

I loved you enough…
To let you hate me.

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