It was on my way back home after finishing a test (acid test) in maths that I ran into my cousin on the road. All he told me was to be ready at 9:30 pm to venture out. I guessed that he was about to take me for a film. I was ready by 9 pm in my formals and with a heavy jacket on (guess why? It was very chill out in the open). I didn't tell anyone about the program I had just planned. My cousin took care of it.
We, at last, left the house at 9:45 for the film that was to start at 10:00. We had almost bought the ticket from the counter when he realized something. He had no money with him and we were left with nothing but his ATM cards. Though we had the ATM cards, we were left to find out where the ATM Center was. "OMG! We won't be in time for the film!" he said. We had passed through three banks (uh, all were closed), but to our dismay we couldn't find an ATM center. It was at five minutes to ten that we came across one. He tried his card(that didn't work in that hell of a place). Fortunately, he had another card and we could eke out some money using that. In this hullabaloo, however, we reached the theatre featuring Aamir Khan's 'Ghajini'(I was into right right through the 3 hours).
The film started with a bang. I was watching it with interest. Suddenly something was said and the whole theatre erupted into laughter. I never knew what it was. No other go, I too laughed with them (Knowing Hindi very badly never helped the course of the matters). But the interesting part was the fact that I had gone for a film after 5 long years. Ghajini was an effort to applaud my feat. 5 years on, I could note each and every difference between the past and the present. I had previously ventured to theatres having torn seats and infinite bugs roaming around. It was a different experience. Now the seats made me gasp with ecstasy. I suddenly felt that I had ventured into an aristocratic life. 5 years was a big difference. It was only my first film in 5 years. My cousin had went to numerous films after that. It was he who took me the previous time too. The climax suddenly was totally different. When everyone expected the film to make them move to the edge of the seat, surprisingly, there was an element of comedy. As usual, I was too late to understand that it was indeed a joke (I was having a very tough time with Hindi. The producer could've tried dubbing it in Tamil or could've had Tamil subtitles for me). At the end of the day (well, it was past midnight by then) there was nothing queer in the fact that it was my cousin again who reminded me that the film had ended.
- This happened to me yesterday(30/12/08). I would take this opportunity in requesting you fellows to kindly avoid seeing movies in languages that you don't know. I was ready to learn Hindi(another acid test) at least for the sake of watching these films by the end of it all.
Optimism and Reality
I felt I'd taken the right kind,
And dealt with what was left behind.
Right or left, I deftly write.
And dealt with what was left behind.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I took what seemed the right way,
But a no-way was what I was left with.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I'd trodden in the rightest of the way,
But was saddened as I was left at bay.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I thought I was in the right state,
But I was left with a bad fate.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I supposed that it was my right to claim the best,
But I was left with none by the rest.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I enjoyed my wealth right away,
And left away enjoying my wisdom.
Now left with the right,
I deftly leave with reality by my side!
- This is my first attempt of penning down a poem. As a person who's written it, I carry the responsibility as to explain my work. It is all about a person who comes to know what reality has at stake for him, even when he has optimism. It carries forward a feeling of remorse by the person who feels that his optimistic approach was erring at the end of the day. REALITY AND OPTIMISM NEVER GO HAND IN HAND. Let me remind you that this is my first attempt and I would like to hear suggestion regarding my work as I'm novice to this. Do remember, no commments at the end of a work leaves the author as a dull one! Have a nice day!
But a no-way was what I was left with.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I'd trodden in the rightest of the way,
But was saddened as I was left at bay.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I thought I was in the right state,
But I was left with a bad fate.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I supposed that it was my right to claim the best,
But I was left with none by the rest.
Right or left, I deftly write.
I enjoyed my wealth right away,
And left away enjoying my wisdom.
Now left with the right,
I deftly leave with reality by my side!
- This is my first attempt of penning down a poem. As a person who's written it, I carry the responsibility as to explain my work. It is all about a person who comes to know what reality has at stake for him, even when he has optimism. It carries forward a feeling of remorse by the person who feels that his optimistic approach was erring at the end of the day. REALITY AND OPTIMISM NEVER GO HAND IN HAND. Let me remind you that this is my first attempt and I would like to hear suggestion regarding my work as I'm novice to this. Do remember, no commments at the end of a work leaves the author as a dull one! Have a nice day!
Duel with Lizard!
"Scoliodentosaurophobia!" That's what repeated searches in google say.. In common terms, it simply means FEAR OF LIZARDS (and that's why I request those registered with PETA not to read this!). I've been having this odd sort of phobia right since I had my house shifted.
It was business as usual. I had just returned after playing the whole day in my friend's house. I turned the lights of my room on. Just then, I could see something creeping on the cream-colored walls of my room. Just when I was about to take a clean and keen look at it, it went past my vision just as how Schumacher used to whiz past the finish line. I couldn't get a glimpse of it anytime later.
I took little care of that matter (Perhaps, that's what has contributed to this story... :--)).... The next day was a perfect Saturday (time off from school often feels good).. My Dad had a word of advice for me, "Don't waste your time! Spend your time revising your lessons!" I too felt a bit carried away by his advice (you can't see me revising often)...
In two minds, whether to study or not, I went to my room aimlessly. I went straight to my table. Just when I was taking my book I felt something moving on my fingers which felt heavy. Just then, something struck my mind, "Was it the unknown insect I had spotted, the previous day?". I had gone cold by this thought. There was a rush of the blood through my body. Now, I caught a glimpse of the one that had whizzed past my visionary the previous day. It was a lizard, that clumsy, awkward creature, right in front of my eyes. Out of sheer fright of the sight, I yelled turned back, ran all around the house. My heart was pounding (you can't see a person who can show his cowardice like me)...
I went back to my room... There it was, perched comfortably on top of my book... I took the broomstick... I threw it on the lizard. Vroom.. Crash.. Thud.. Now, where was the lizard. It was out of my sights once again! I searched for it all over again... Three hours had passed since my dad had left the house. I remembered his words, asking me to revise. Yeeks! What sort of crazy revision could I involve myself in with that bloody little thing around? There was a lull for another half hour. Then, it emerged out of the dusty part of my room (my room is a dusty bowl.. That place was much more dustier). I managed to get it out of my favorite table and now it was lying on the ground.
The sight of it lurking on the floor sent my goosebumps raising. Now, I was on the top of the table clutching the window safely to protect myself from the lizard and the lizard... It was sneaking through every corner of my room coolly... A picture of DON QUIXOTE was what came to my mind then... But you can't be expecting me to laugh then.. I took the huge trunk on the table and threw it on the lizard.. To my horror, it managed to sneak into the trunk instead. Oh, I felt helpless. I slowly moved the trunk out of my room. I felt safe at least by now. The lizard tried to come out of the trunk. I tried to get the lizard out of the place without injuring it. But it all resulted in vain... The lizard died. In a better way to put it, the lizard plotted the death of itself....
The lizard was buried in peace [:-p].. My account of it is 'The Lizard Rested in Peace after rendering me without peace for the nights to follow'. Right after this hullabaloo, I had a look at the clock. Oops! It was 6 in the evening! My dad had left at 11 in the morning. I had been battling with that nasty creature for almost 7 hours... Now, I had something to conjure up the advice of my father. I had enough time to laugh about the whole matter. Then, something struck me, "Never again have a thought of being a superman or a batman in your life. I think Charlie Chaplin fits your image better!" The horrific duel with the lizard had ended, with a decisive result for me (could've been a better opposition!)
- I've always loved to conjure up the past to pen down my favorite incidents that have occurred at different walks of my life. My life, as I maintain, has much more to experience than what Guevara would've experienced in his life. Hope you had a nice time reading it.
It was business as usual. I had just returned after playing the whole day in my friend's house. I turned the lights of my room on. Just then, I could see something creeping on the cream-colored walls of my room. Just when I was about to take a clean and keen look at it, it went past my vision just as how Schumacher used to whiz past the finish line. I couldn't get a glimpse of it anytime later.
I took little care of that matter (Perhaps, that's what has contributed to this story... :--)).... The next day was a perfect Saturday (time off from school often feels good).. My Dad had a word of advice for me, "Don't waste your time! Spend your time revising your lessons!" I too felt a bit carried away by his advice (you can't see me revising often)...
In two minds, whether to study or not, I went to my room aimlessly. I went straight to my table. Just when I was taking my book I felt something moving on my fingers which felt heavy. Just then, something struck my mind, "Was it the unknown insect I had spotted, the previous day?". I had gone cold by this thought. There was a rush of the blood through my body. Now, I caught a glimpse of the one that had whizzed past my visionary the previous day. It was a lizard, that clumsy, awkward creature, right in front of my eyes. Out of sheer fright of the sight, I yelled turned back, ran all around the house. My heart was pounding (you can't see a person who can show his cowardice like me)...
I went back to my room... There it was, perched comfortably on top of my book... I took the broomstick... I threw it on the lizard. Vroom.. Crash.. Thud.. Now, where was the lizard. It was out of my sights once again! I searched for it all over again... Three hours had passed since my dad had left the house. I remembered his words, asking me to revise. Yeeks! What sort of crazy revision could I involve myself in with that bloody little thing around? There was a lull for another half hour. Then, it emerged out of the dusty part of my room (my room is a dusty bowl.. That place was much more dustier). I managed to get it out of my favorite table and now it was lying on the ground.
The sight of it lurking on the floor sent my goosebumps raising. Now, I was on the top of the table clutching the window safely to protect myself from the lizard and the lizard... It was sneaking through every corner of my room coolly... A picture of DON QUIXOTE was what came to my mind then... But you can't be expecting me to laugh then.. I took the huge trunk on the table and threw it on the lizard.. To my horror, it managed to sneak into the trunk instead. Oh, I felt helpless. I slowly moved the trunk out of my room. I felt safe at least by now. The lizard tried to come out of the trunk. I tried to get the lizard out of the place without injuring it. But it all resulted in vain... The lizard died. In a better way to put it, the lizard plotted the death of itself....
The lizard was buried in peace [:-p].. My account of it is 'The Lizard Rested in Peace after rendering me without peace for the nights to follow'. Right after this hullabaloo, I had a look at the clock. Oops! It was 6 in the evening! My dad had left at 11 in the morning. I had been battling with that nasty creature for almost 7 hours... Now, I had something to conjure up the advice of my father. I had enough time to laugh about the whole matter. Then, something struck me, "Never again have a thought of being a superman or a batman in your life. I think Charlie Chaplin fits your image better!" The horrific duel with the lizard had ended, with a decisive result for me (could've been a better opposition!)
- I've always loved to conjure up the past to pen down my favorite incidents that have occurred at different walks of my life. My life, as I maintain, has much more to experience than what Guevara would've experienced in his life. Hope you had a nice time reading it.
What's the sound?
It was late in the night.
I was working with the various assignments given to me at school . Meanwhile, I was having my earphones on and I was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, I switched off my MP3. I started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", I thought. Then an afterthought struck me, does wind blow uniformly? Scolding myself for some idiotic thinking, I left it. But my ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound.
I couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Was it the thought of my crush? Oops! I don't have one!) Was it my mom who'd left the tap open? (My mom and I were highly prone to unnecessary arguments about this issue that once an argument such as that one stretched for more than 5 hours...). Being busy doing nothing, I tried to guess some other thing.. But, I finally considered that that was the only guess of some sense.. Lazily, I stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open.. Nops! I couldn't find any taps open.. Just then, I had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.. Another afterthought again, I said to myself, "Haha! Are you trying to be a detective? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But I certainly couldn't avoid that sound... Where was it from???
I searched my house all over again.. Again, same result, nothing of importance.. I wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed. I aimlessly walked around like a hopeless spy remembering Rowan Atkinson in Johnny English.
Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on the window sill, I could see droplets of water hanging on it...
There, it dawned on me, the real reason behind the sound.. I went to the balcony door and opened it.. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air...
My mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out."
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to give a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic. And again, I maintain that I don't have a crush! :-)
I was working with the various assignments given to me at school . Meanwhile, I was having my earphones on and I was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, I switched off my MP3. I started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", I thought. Then an afterthought struck me, does wind blow uniformly? Scolding myself for some idiotic thinking, I left it. But my ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound.
I couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Was it the thought of my crush? Oops! I don't have one!) Was it my mom who'd left the tap open? (My mom and I were highly prone to unnecessary arguments about this issue that once an argument such as that one stretched for more than 5 hours...). Being busy doing nothing, I tried to guess some other thing.. But, I finally considered that that was the only guess of some sense.. Lazily, I stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open.. Nops! I couldn't find any taps open.. Just then, I had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.. Another afterthought again, I said to myself, "Haha! Are you trying to be a detective? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But I certainly couldn't avoid that sound... Where was it from???
I searched my house all over again.. Again, same result, nothing of importance.. I wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed. I aimlessly walked around like a hopeless spy remembering Rowan Atkinson in Johnny English.
Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on the window sill, I could see droplets of water hanging on it...
There, it dawned on me, the real reason behind the sound.. I went to the balcony door and opened it.. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air...
My mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out."
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to give a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic. And again, I maintain that I don't have a crush! :-)
God, the creator of 'life'
God has done his best to authoritatively be the author of life. Life simply doesn't represent the birth and death of a person. A man is said to have fulfilled all the mottoes of his life only if he has set a trend for others to follow . LIBERTY, that God gave us exclusively has been utilized for all the wrong reasons and some reasons too. 'LIBERTY WITHOUT KNOWLEDGE IS ALWAYS IN PERIL. KNOWLEDGE WITHOUT LIBERTY IS ALWAYS IN VAIN,' said a philosopher.
God has created certain benchmarks by limiting the use of liberty up to a certain limit. God has never made anyone look inferior or superior, which is by far the most important of all the work God had done for us.
The important thing of life is to attain the purposes of having lead the life in a better note. The task of forgiving others for the mistakes they had committed was splendidly shown by God. This set the standards for the proverb, 'TO ERR IS HUMAN, TO FORGIVE DIVINE'. Man has always lead a life by not forgiving others. But God had set an example for a life without forgiving. VINDICTIVENESS IS THE WORST DISEASE OF LIFE'.
If someone deserves the credit for the greatness of life on earth, it is none other than God. God took the positive note of everything. He wanted a change in the world. Therefore, he became the change and inspired others to fulfill the needs of life. Albert Einstein famously once said, 'IF YOU WANT A CHANGE IN THE WORLD, YOU BE THE CHANGE'. God was the change and the world became a better place. The success of life should always be interpreted with God, for, he authored 'life' impeccably and exceedingly well.
When God created earth, the nature was spread in both of his hands to be taken. Life on earth accepted it gleefully and enjoyed it. WHEN RESPONSIBILITY BECKONS US, IT IS EASY TO BE TAKEN. BUT STAYING UP TO THE DEMANDS OF THAT RESPONSIBILITY IS WHAT IS A CLASS APART. God made us realize the importance of life.
Life is the art of being peaceful and enjoying it without forgetting the need of the hour, Responsibility. Life is said to be beautiful only if it is lead rightfully. The rights and values were given to us by God through his sons and daughters. Life is like a painting on the wall without an eraser to rub off the errors, mistakes (and problems of life).
God has always given us the maximum possible values and advices on leading the life. The way we respond when problems beckon us were given to us by God (I am in direct conflict with this idea at times!!). God, in all possible ways has been a Trend-setter in showing the better part of life at every turn of the sphere and so, he deserves to be called the Author of 'Life'
- This was what I wrote on the topic 'God, the author of Life' for an exam on Value Education. Sadly, the values that we have with us aren't interpreted in the best of manners. I am waiting to see the comments. I do know that this may not be applicable to reality at times! With an essay that, as I feel, has covered every dimension and question dealing with God, this is Gopalakrishnan signing off!
If someone deserves the credit for the greatness of life on earth, it is none other than God. God took the positive note of everything. He wanted a change in the world. Therefore, he became the change and inspired others to fulfill the needs of life. Albert Einstein famously once said, 'IF YOU WANT A CHANGE IN THE WORLD, YOU BE THE CHANGE'. God was the change and the world became a better place. The success of life should always be interpreted with God, for, he authored 'life' impeccably and exceedingly well.
When God created earth, the nature was spread in both of his hands to be taken. Life on earth accepted it gleefully and enjoyed it. WHEN RESPONSIBILITY BECKONS US, IT IS EASY TO BE TAKEN. BUT STAYING UP TO THE DEMANDS OF THAT RESPONSIBILITY IS WHAT IS A CLASS APART. God made us realize the importance of life.
Life is the art of being peaceful and enjoying it without forgetting the need of the hour, Responsibility. Life is said to be beautiful only if it is lead rightfully. The rights and values were given to us by God through his sons and daughters. Life is like a painting on the wall without an eraser to rub off the errors, mistakes (and problems of life).
God has always given us the maximum possible values and advices on leading the life. The way we respond when problems beckon us were given to us by God (I am in direct conflict with this idea at times!!). God, in all possible ways has been a Trend-setter in showing the better part of life at every turn of the sphere and so, he deserves to be called the Author of 'Life'
- This was what I wrote on the topic 'God, the author of Life' for an exam on Value Education. Sadly, the values that we have with us aren't interpreted in the best of manners. I am waiting to see the comments. I do know that this may not be applicable to reality at times! With an essay that, as I feel, has covered every dimension and question dealing with God, this is Gopalakrishnan signing off!
What is the root cause of success?
"SUCCESS" is a word of utmost importance in a person's life... A student wants to be successful in his academics. An employee wants his job to be successful. A businessman wants his ventures to be successful. An employer wants his firm to be successful. A player wants to be successful. SUCCESS according to dictionaries mean the positive termination of a work. But success to we people means a lot more than that.
SUCCESS LIES IN THE EFFORT AND NOT IN THE RESULT. Everyone finds the success that's innate with effort. It is the effort that finds us the success. I cited some examples above about success. A student, an employee, a businessman, an employer, a player, all want to be successful, alright! But from where did this success originate? It is without doubt, in the effort that one takes.
The root cause of success is, without doubt, EFFORT. But does it give us the utmost satisfaction? No. When the result of an effort is known, and when it does point out that it is a success, it is then that we find the complete significance and essence of success.
A positive result is an afterthought of success which has been achieved through effort. Yet, it is the result which gives a jubilant feeling to the person. The effort is given less credit even though it deserves a lot more!
The essence of a living being on earth!
I've always been pondering about the real need a person possesses to live on earth. There were individuals of positive influence and people of the other sect too... But that doesn't matter.. A person on earth is usually contented by doing some work. The work may be giving the world a positive or negative result. We remember the way Niel Armstrong spoke in a splendid manner when he set his foot on the Moon, "This is a small step, but a giant leap to mankind!" We still keep that in mind. Everyone in this world gave their cheers for it without distinguishing that it was an American win. They considered that it was a win for mankind over the illustrious nature. It is this kind of positive visualization that it is required in this millennium. A positive thought is usually a result of strategic win over the negative influence. Albert Einstein, once said, "IF YOU WANT A CHANGE IN THE WORLD, YOU BE THE CHANGE." Analyzing his words can point out that he was a sort of person who always wanted a radical change in the world. His rational talks expressed it in an impeccable manner.
The present generation is bubbling with radical thoughts that world hasn't seen such a lot of courage earlier. This generation will consider the words of Winston Churchill and Ernesto Guevara over the literary thoughts of William Shakespeare.
Therefore, radical thinking is highly preferred in this world. The word 'Radical' simply means a change, a new idea. THIS IS THE AGE OF INNOVATION and people have to accept it because that is what is going to drive the human thoughts for the time to come. Russia and Cuba were some of the nations that were always looking to follow the ancient thoughts and customs.. But now, what are we seeing? We are seeing what is a changed world. In no time, Gandhi's words of Ahimsa (Opt patience over sudden instinct) have hit the museums and even people, who once followed it have refurbished their ideas saying those words are ought to be forgotten in this so called new world.. So what is the positive thing in here? It is nothing but analyzing failures and adopting techniques so that this feeling will arouse the feelings of a person to perform, perform in a far more better way.. That's what is the world for you to take.. Hoping to see your comments, this is Gopalakrishnan signing off.
The present generation is bubbling with radical thoughts that world hasn't seen such a lot of courage earlier. This generation will consider the words of Winston Churchill and Ernesto Guevara over the literary thoughts of William Shakespeare.
Therefore, radical thinking is highly preferred in this world. The word 'Radical' simply means a change, a new idea. THIS IS THE AGE OF INNOVATION and people have to accept it because that is what is going to drive the human thoughts for the time to come. Russia and Cuba were some of the nations that were always looking to follow the ancient thoughts and customs.. But now, what are we seeing? We are seeing what is a changed world. In no time, Gandhi's words of Ahimsa (Opt patience over sudden instinct) have hit the museums and even people, who once followed it have refurbished their ideas saying those words are ought to be forgotten in this so called new world.. So what is the positive thing in here? It is nothing but analyzing failures and adopting techniques so that this feeling will arouse the feelings of a person to perform, perform in a far more better way.. That's what is the world for you to take.. Hoping to see your comments, this is Gopalakrishnan signing off.
