Sunday, December 27, 2009

Faking it ... virtual-reality...

Wow!! Amazing is all I can pick form my limited superlative(though they are not superlative) vocabulary when I see him on screen. Yes, for people out there it can be anyone like Salman khan, Shahrukh khan, or Rajnikanth or so... for me its unanimously Kamal Hassan. Another weekend movie... 'Anbe Sivam'. I was flattered by the performance of this genius. If I were to to call him genius its just an under statement.

There are artists out there around who perform, over perform and under perform. People mostly like the screen presence of the so called hero and feel the joy and pain in reality in their lives. Its a feeling that makes people feel these are the most perfect guys who would be ideal men. Its quite common to discover the unfound, undiscovered things in ones life while see them act. Movie is such a powerful media that people can relate to. I happen to meet people around who rarely can differentiate between acting and reality. Its the magic that artist create on screen that can be so powerful in faking it.

I remember this program on TV that's one such, 'Faking it' its a game show where professionals are trained to fake it, just like the acting schools. The program revolves around person no where related been trained to fake and if successful, he is the winner. I guess that's a super-hit formula, best faker is the winner. All woods have this ... I mean Hollywood, Bollywood so on, hmmm! anyways if Tiger woods too had this talent, he would not be in trouble today. Now its time to get into virtual-reality... I'm serious about this word, it means virtually real or really virtual... hmmm you got it right, I'm equally confused as you are, excuse me ... for the silly thing.

Actors are god on their own to people who appreciate their acting, or faking. I have watched great actors like Amithab Bachan, Shahrukh khan, Rajnikanth, Salman khan etc... well the names doesn't really matter to me, its their ability to fake it. I watched Kamal Hassan in 'Anbe Sivam', for a moment I couldn't fake myself admiring his faking skills, he is superb in the performance, Madhavan(Maddy) has done well but Kamal Hassan just steals the show. The very perfect line of the movie comes at the end, when a guy with a sword in his hand comes to kill Sivam (Kamal Hassan) and questions if he has seen god. The guy is perplexed like all others when Sivam replies 'I see god in front of me, you are the god, you came to kill me and sparing me' may be for good deeds.

O.J.Simpson case

Salman khan

Salman khan again

I just recalled a few lines from older post, 'Find your own... be it god...'. I felt, I have done justice to my post, atleast there is one faker who has my line on screen, felt good. I happen to recall a few other celebrity murderers like O.J.Simpson, some Bollywood artists as well who succeeded in acting as well and got off the judiciary hooks. Now I no longer wonder why 'faking it' is such a hit like any other cinema personality's personal life. I pray to so called judiciary god to no longer fake in their judgments as well. Long live Kamal Hassan, long live movies of his. Also long live reality of some famous stars, long live their personal lives, pun intended :). Let the world continue to enjoy.... in what they live in ... 'Faking it...'

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Its a new day... its a new start...

After thinking a lot on whether I should write a lackluster post like this; I'm finally penning and expressing the days experience. Its the same a day as usual; yet turns out to be like lines 'Its a new day... its a new start...'...

These lines are familiar to people who listen Bryan Adams, a very beautifully written song with true to life video that more than overwhelms with expressions in the song. The video is my favorite, hats off to the director.

Well my day started as usual hurrying up to office and reached there by 10. Only to find that there are loads of things to finish. I just remembered my friend Archana saying of her twisted ankle 'my leg is acting funny... and there is so much work to complete...' just before her sister's wedding. I just managed to punchin few keys saying 'you will be fine and you can manage things well; don't worry much, everything will be fine'. It didn't matter much though; but shockingly with that busy schedule she pulled of another post on her blog the very next day, amazing...Archana's blog

My friend Ravi cribbed that he had loads of work to be finished, and will not be able to make it to the wedding. Incidentally he said that he will reach there a day before the wedding and aptly called me up to inquire about me and Koshy. He made it before us and would enjoy the beautiful and lens capturing place of Shimoga a day before wedding, amazing...

After talking to the near and dear ones I was at work cracking my head, like trying to solve the game of sudoku (I have never even dreamt of playing it) just to mearge existing code :). I was successful in getting myself fuming not knowing what to do. Just then the bandwagon of my colleagues pulled me to the nearby temple on occasion of 'Hanuma Jayanti'. I was reluctant to get into such religious and unknown birthday as unwelcome guest.

There was a nice song by vocalist in classical style as we were in 'Raghunandana ... some ... vandana ... chandana ...'. It was coincidence of coincidences(crap words like movie 'kadal kotai') just the right time for the song with my name and nice female names in the lyrics. It was a cool place and lot of young women folks praying to the bachelor lord hanuman, probably to get wedding blessings. I didn't know what to do as I pushed myself in to the sweet served corner called prasadam. After that we were offered some pizza treat by the new joined colleagues, and suddenly a familiar and strong question was posted for me, 'Why do you treat everyday ?' I barely blurted out 'live every moment, live everyday...'.

Here I'm - this is me lyrics

I could connect myself to the video of Bryan Adams 'Here I'm...' and Grand Canyon (its like paradise... must see it atleast once in a lifetime). All that happened today was new ... its a new day ... now at 1:30 a.m I start another day ... Here I am - this is me...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Shankara lives on ...

Today (9th Nov) its late Shankar Nag's Birthday; one of the most charismatic actor and director who continues to live in our hearts. He was born director and used to work tirelessly for 16 to 20 hours everyday. one the few creative directors sandal wood has ever produced.

Another early death of the most inspiring directors who ever made an impact on me is Puttanna Kangal. A director ahead of time with just 18 movies to his directorial credit and still remembered as one of the greatest. I can write on and go pages about these amazing guys.

About Shankar Nag, his works speaks than anything. Even today my eyes go moist when I see film 'Geetha', amazing direction and acting by Shankar and the story line makes you overwhelm with emotion. How can someone forget those melodies by music Maestro Illaya Raja.

A hard core drunkard and chain smoker, Shankar directed the very own R K Narayan's 'Malgudi Days'. I as a kid never even knew about R K Narayan, but for would be glued to the TV sets. I would say the direction at its best. This is supposed to be the serial made by Shankar for Doordarshan to keep the show going on. I was inspired by this in my collage days and had a few skits and mad-ads directed for the college.

Of late, my friend Ravi has been a regular play goer, and everytime the cell is off; he is at Ranga Shankara. The place where I was a few plays which still holds to me. Plays always have had more impact than the reel stuff on me. Some of the best plays I ever say include 'Sangathi arinya', 'Ninna preethiya Amritha- translated Pakistani play', 'Heegadre hege'. This place is rich in theater culture and one could just watch a few theater greats and personalities walk along.

Shankar Nag lives on in the work he has done to the theater world including Marathi and Kannada. He lives on in the plays of Ranga Shankara and characters played. Thanks to Arundati nag who made this happen. Every art form lives on. Let there be light, Let there be theater, Let there be Shankara, Ranga Shankara. Shankar lives on.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Planet of the Apes... movie for apes

Weekend movie on home theater ? Yes, this time it's 'Planet of the Apes'. Little did I know about the movie; as I just borrowed the DVD from my colleague. I knew this would be a good and different movie I had ever watched. After hearing a few reviews; I was watching it.

Other day I was watching some crap bollywood movie; and I couldn't control my anger towards it. I felt the movie was like any other movie with songs which were not required and unnecessary fight sequences pin together. I just bluntly blurted 'who the hell will watch such crap movies ?'. My sister just responded back immediately saying 'its not the movie for you... may be someone else wants it that way'. 'may be film doesn't suit you but somebody else'. I think I got the answer there.

About the planet of the apes, amazing story and direction I would say, as the 3 astronauts land on the planet of the apes. Well to begin with; this planet is special and the man is treated like an animal on this place. So the struggle for proving his intelligence begins. Apes rule the roost; they hunt down humans as though they are not worth living.
The best part of the story is when the man is tried in the Apes court as criminal; there are a couple of apes on trial as well for helping the man. The court council reasons out the intelligence and brilliance of the man on trail; the prosecutor question is very simple 'tell me what is the second rule as per the law of apes'... the Man is baffled and is not in a position to even smell anything of that sort.

Funniest part of the story is that apes believe that Humans are inferior to apes; as apes rule the world. Man's insistence is that he is superior and apes just next to the primates and man is more intelligent than apes. Well the struggle goes on and the man gets his well deserved freedom only to find that the very planet apes is earth and was destroyed by man.

Director's view is extremely good and is bound by the fact that there is nothing beyond religion, creed and race. What I mean to say is the very thought of him to show that apes were born after humans destroyed earth; again starts with something like a holy book, may be Bible, Koran or Bhagavad Geetha. Its quite human of him to show that apes again have the holy book with rules on what to do and what not. It has verses as in bible or any other holy book.

I was shocked to see something like this. human can only think till the extent of book of the god and its rules. He again in this movie shows that, the struggle is on to defend the book and its author, however impractical it may be. The rules in book are quite straight forward; 'man is animal and should be destroyed as he causes damage to the ape society in group as he grows'. Well well well, all my thoughts of watching a good movie culminated at that point, just to say that man creates them all in a sense he wants to understand. The same has been transformed in each of the cults, communities and so on.

No wonder, we being in the 21st century behave like apes and more premature than them. Time ticks before we realize that its time that we don't get into the 'lost world', while 'finding Neverland'

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Hell on earth ... believe me ...

Time and again my silence gets heard I guess. Now its time for another interesting and controversial topic. Let me warn folks before getting into the details. My views may be disturbing and not suitable for believers of a certain community of people. My apologies for that, as don't intend to do so in my writing. This purely is my own view and my opinion. So please read it at your own risk and discretion.

I saw Michael Jackson's 'This is it', was inspired by the Earth Song with favorite lyric 'look what have we done ...'.

Recently I have been going through some of the puranas (manuscripts of Hindu mythology) and the very own Vedas. It was interesting to go through some of the details of the Vedas which talk about the use of somarasa (divine drink for many of the gurus and saints). I was going through the process of making somarasa; it’s indeed very well documented in Rig Veda. It also explains the background of somarasa and exact way to manufacture it.

Now many of you folks may not be aware of the details of Somarasa; its a divine drink as said and is more taken by gods. It posses lot of medicinal properties as well as the intoxicating effect which can make people go out of control. Soma rasa can have the similar effect of that of Alcohol, and can make the drinker go ecstatic and wild. There are several theories on this; can be referred at the link, indra & soma-rasa talking about the variants of it and the advent of it in the modern world.

Now lets go the gods drink in particular; as may would have seen several mythological movies showing suras (so called good ones, Devas) and the Asuras (bad ones who are also called Rakhsasas). Going through the details of the puranas I see Indra is the head of the suras, and Sukrachraya is the preceptor of Asuras. Indra, the owner of swargalok or heaven. This is now familiar to many folks I guess, heaven is full of alcohol and there are apsaras dancing for Indra, he employs these apsaras; who entertain devas with their dance and music. This is similar to that of the modern day pub/disco or so live band. As per the puranas soma rasa was the sacred drink of the devasa and used to be served in heaven, that too in enormous quantities as much as one could have; as I guess on the lighter side no 'drink and drive' offense in heaven.

The common trouble makers for such a get-together were the asuras or the rakshasas. They came in and attacked the Devas and played spoilsport to devas entertainment and partying spirits. There are several instances in the puranas where the heaven is captured by the asuras and lord Vishnu or Shiva has to come the rescue of the suras. It’s been the normal practice that incarnations or avatars happen and lords reside to save heaven and give them back to asuras. so that they continue with their routine of entertainment.

As ironical to what is said in the above Purana and Vedas. recently so called infamous Rama sena activists ransacked the pubs/discos in Mangalore. The motive behind the attack was to drive and manhandle women folks in the party for drinking and partying. there were video footage shown on the TV screens as to what extent the unruly mob ransacked the place, beating up and mis-behaving with women. Firm believers of the community didn't even know what they believe in. Its quite an amusement to watch people worshiping the pub owner as their own god, and rest of the Devas too who employ women folk.

If we believe in something, no matter what we cannot think otherwise. Can't we question the fact 'are we Rama Sene or Ravana Sene ?', 'are we different from al-Qaeda or Taliban?', 'Why are we making hell on earth go get to the imaginary heaven there ?'. Just 'Believe' me; we have no answers, but questions for ourselves !!!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

A friend for life ...

There is a song i always remember; i wondered the lines ... "Life will never be the same; Life is changing...", I love these lines. Its indeed changing and every second of it. One thing that has changed too is the social life with friends, Koshy has changed and he rocks with change year over year.

One such birthday I wrote these few naive lines; at the time when the world slept and i woke-up at dawn to just gift him on his just another; born suit day. i share these few lines as the first poem on my blog. This is the friend i've seen ...

Knight of the dark;
Ever smiling lest reveal nothing from the past,
Old Monk visionary;
always on the rocks, seldom seen in the drought;
Sings from the heart;
shy aves muse, chords cross our lives path;
Here comes Comrades day;
thou with we smile, rest all stay at bay;
Yes, world continues to gasp in joy,
its only after your born suit day.

hope you folks like my novice work for now ... hope to post a few more of them.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Child in us...

Have you ever thought of this line "Child in us...". Many would have I guess, Yes I feel; there is a child in everyone of us. Now this also one of my favorite numbers from Enigma... its meaningful, melodious and pure music.

I have been recently, thinking about the very same line. What is that a child has which we lack? The answer for many of us may be as simple as "innocence". It's more than that, I feel because a child has no ability to think. I mean when we are given a problem to solve or situation to deal with, we go back and think. We recollect whatever we have learned and try to apply them in our thinking, so the outcome of our thinking is dependent on what is stored in ones memory or mind. A child is very special, it doesn't think and do things. Not matter what happens it goes on doing things it's own way such as breaking things, getting dirty or even breaking law.

What happens when a person has no child in him/her? The condition may be termed as most frequently used word, "materialistic". Most often people think of money, fame, property etc. As a child one may have not thought of such a thing. Recent quote I have been conveying to my friends is "Re-invent your own wheel". No... this is contrary to what is more familiar one "Don't re-invent the wheel". A child would have re-invented its own wheel by going through the process of finding out things on its own. As simple as; a child would touch flame and realize it burns ones skin.

The perfect fusion of Indian classical shloka (Sanskrit) with Enigma's unique music is what it takes to get the child in us awake. It's seems the words melt along with the music to give the best feeling of child rise in ones heart. I have been a fan of this song since I heard it a few years ago. I have been in-vainly trying my best to find songs of the same caliber. This is the best fusion song I ever heard; being a fan of Enigma. The words make more than add to the quest of finding child in us. "And I knew you were the one" is so meaningful as it says one knows the child in ones self.

Little did I think before I wrote these lines above, as I write I feel the emotion overcome me. As I write, my mom is recovering from the painful viral fever; As I write, I feel the tender hands of my niece, and she those mesmerizing innocent less-understood words. I found that I can break my cocoon and get into the next phase of life with wings. Now "I believe I can fly ... I believe I can touch the sky ..." hope, let the one and only child in us come to life... for now and forever.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Silence must be heard ...

Silence must be heard ... sounds familiar ? yes, may be for those who listen to Enigma. I have been a fan of Enigma since I heard some familiar numbers like "return to innocence", "principles of lust", "child in us" etc. there are so many to pen.

YouTube :

Lyrics :

I heard this song long ago, but it continues to be heard in my ears as a song of silence. I and a few friends of mine have been going through a series of complicated thought process very recently. I have had some motive behind this thought all through these couple of months during my silence on the blog. I have spoken to them in getting my conflicts resolved. They have been enormously helping me to get me going. I'm really thankful to the world of friendship, its been supportive to me to continue and go on.

Recently one of my less spoken friend came online and told me continue posting. I could barely answer for the moment saying 'I have nothing to convey, nothing to tell'. One may be able to recall my first post on my blog, I said the same thing. Time and again I hit the same block and go silent. So far my postings have been not so interesting to people out there, people around me who have been reading and have posted comments, please pardon me.

I tried my best to write something on my own, these days when I have been going through a process; I myself call 'metamorphosis', thought may be I'm just trying to get out of the cocoon. Interesting isn't it ? Yes, I have just come out of the cocoon stage now, 3 years may have been a slightly longer time at that stage. Thus my postings through that phase of change was nothing but junk for those emotional people out there. It lacked emotions, sorry! I couldn't have shown that in my writing, when I didn't have it in me.

I have heard this song from Enigma. "Silence must be heard ..." its mere words to just look, but for me this has been my way of life so far. I have conveyed a lot of things to people around during the last 2 months of my metamorphosis. It really means that dear ones to me have been able to hear my silence and get me out of the cocoon. There are few people whom I can pen at the moment Koshy, Ravi, Nagraj, Jairam, Prasad, Renuka, Anitha... and the list goes on. I just wonder now in silence and say "Silence must be heard..."

Now ... I break my silence ...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

find your own ... be it god : short story

One has to go through the process of invention/re-invention to actually find out things, may be we call it an experience.God too is an experience, many have felt the presence of god or supreme power various ways may be statues, idols, or any invisible force or so.

Short story:

Across the river and nearby village Bekuppe lived Anjanappa. He was washer man(dhobi) by profession and earned his living by washing cloths of the people of Bekuppe. People of the village were very wise and worshiped a variety of idols in the shrines all over Bekuppe.Each believed in the in their own, nobody even thought of questioning each others beliefs as a rule.

Anjanappa was alone and lone companion was his donkey, which he used as means of transport.He loved his donkey so much; as it was the only companion for him. He would share his thoughts of sorrow with the donkey and get relief from his worries even though, donkey understood nothing. He would wake up every morning and take care of the donkey as his own soul mate and the donkey did its duty as ordered by his master. People in the village would be amazed and also laugh at this special bondage.

One day the donkey fell ill, there were no doctors around the village and the donkey died. Anjanappa wouldn't believe that his lone support had gone, he was mentally affected as his donkey passed away. With heavy heart he buried the donkey and sat by the grave weeping. He later left the village as he had no one to be with. A passerby noticed this and thought the grave to be a place of worship and offered his prayers. The next day he hit upon a jackpot, he thought it was the blessings of the grave god that bestowed him with these riches. He built a small temple around it and started offering daily prayers to it. People of Bekuppe soon heard about the grave god and started worshiping it. People flocked in from all nearby villages to offer prayers to grave god.

After 10 months Anjanappa returned back to village and found a huge shrine built all over his donkey's grave. He was shocked to see the huge crowd pouring in to see the grave god. He stood there for moment and then decided to carry on with his profession as before.

Anjanappa and people of Bekuppe had found their own god, if Anjanappa can find his own god in a donkey, why can't we find the same in people around us, but find them in structures around us.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Strings... It's my life

I used to be regular TV buff during the good old days of doordarshan. Viewers used to get to see couple of movies a week, one being regional(say Kannada) and one Hindi. Those were the days I came across the so called party song "Its my life..."

Most of the movies viewed on TV were made in the 90's and early 2000's. As usual there used to be some kind of outdoor party as part of the college trip or so, only one song used to play in the background, it was "Its my life..." with early version being by Dr.Alban and later by Bon Jovi.

The lyrics is just amazing, it talks about how to live your life in the present. Words those inspiring are "It's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive".

There is another album by Nsync that had some fabulous numbers. The one "bye bye bye" is true to life with its lyrics the title of the album is catchy, its called "No Strings Attached". Its quite nicely picturised, where song starts with all the puppets breaking the strings that are attached. while on the contrary album picture still shows the strings attached.

Now I was trying to go through the lyrics of both the songs and try and understand them. Its quite easy to understand its my life as it talks about the perfect way to live your life. The lyrics of "No Strings Attached" is not the greatest as it talks about a guys heart with "No Strings Attached".

I too in my teens thought that there is only one way to live, its my life. As time gets over our thoughts, you realize that your not alone, you have a family, a girl friend or a wife. so its gonna be "its our life" and its now "strings attached". Few dare and realize this and get away from these in their early age to have actually "No strings attached". For rest of them its gonna be a life long journey... which one gets used to it, as they say "if rape is inevitable, then enjoy it..." its easier said than done.

It's also quite possible to have the life with "no strings attached", many of the top personalities in various fields of art have proved it. I feel they have indeed lived their lives. As we are talking about songs, I'm inspired by singer and actor late Kishore Kumar, one such... good to read his biography.

It's to be like a clear dew drop on the leaf of the lotus plant, being the part of the slush, and still without attached to it. I'm part of it... still "Strings Attached"

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Moral; how do we cross the river?

Recently I happened to see Ravi’s post on moral of the story. He has a very interesting analysis on moral. Makes everyone think, that there are alternate ways to get out of the same problem, not though morally correct for all.

I was looking at the recent activities happening on the moral policing. It’s quite gripping experience, women beaten up for going to pub. Also lovers beaten up at park by police as it’s considered not moral by the society.

Short story:
Many have heard this story I think. This used to be the story in our 4th grade curriculum. Please ignore the story if you have already heard it.

Rama is a farmer by profession. He is very well respected hard working farmer in the village consisting of a few houses. Rama daily goes to the field at 6 in the morning after his early morning ragi malt drink (there used to no breakfast those days). Since Rama as farmer grows only wheat, he usually bought ragi from market fair and his wife would cook the ragi malt for him and his sons Lava and Kusha.

Rama has been in this village since birth, he is like most of the folks in the village who followed many rules and regulations passed on from generations. The village had a group of people who summoned the defaulters and punish them according to their wit. There was no authority other than the wise group of people to maintain law and order in the village. Rama was later included as one of the wise people as he followed them very sincerely.

One day Rama along with his 13 year old son Kusha left to the fair that happens at distant place, they had to walk along for a day to reach the place where they bought the ragi for their daily needs. As the journey was long, Rama hired a donkey as the traveling means. The donkey was strong enough to carry one person astride. Rama made Kusha ride on the donkey as he walked along easing Kusha’s efforts of walking. A wise man traveling in the opposite direction saw this and said “It’s not correct of the young son who is energetic to ride the donkey while his father walked.”

Kusha was a good son, he realized his mistake, and he made his father ride the donkey while he walked along. A set of wise people crossed them commented “It’s not correct for the energetic father to ride the donkey while the poor son walked along. Rama was shocked by this comment; he got down and both walked along the donkey, as another passerby commented, “how foolish of them as one of them could ride donkey”, Rama was in dilemma now, he didn’t’ know what to do.

Then after thinking for moment, they decided that both father and son would carry the donkey while tying the legs along a log making the donkey up side down. While they were crossing over a bridge the donkey panicked and started moving, father and son couldn’t hold on to it as the donkey fell into the river below.

Rama realized his mistake; he thought he shouldn’t have listened to any of them as he couldn’t practically please all. Life is the same; there are so many moral police out there to point out your mistakes and correct you. Now what’s correct? How will we cross this river?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Money and matter... money matters!!! short story

Other day I was thinking of medium to be connected with god. I mean there are thousands of religious people (gurus) out there; whom almost every layman thinks is close to god.

I realized that i may not be closer to god or the supreme power, but just be a part of him. The way my thinking goes is that whole universe is him or his/her creation and i being just a small part of it. May be this is just the way I think.

Short story:
Raj is a well placed and handsomely earning professional today. He is just like any other successful young generation who through his hard work has earned lot of fame and glory.

As a kid Raj was brought up in the sub-urban part which forms to be the oldest part of the big city, I mean people there were not so well educated and belonging to the lower income group. Raj as not well-off would be more oriented towards money matters, hence perused business studies. He was brilliant; he gave business solutions to most of the complicated financial problems, though they may not be ethical.

In the vicinity of his dwelling, there was a place of worship, where people would throng in hundreds and thousands as they believed miracles happening there. People would spread the word by mouth that miracles continue to happen and any new believer would be blessed with fame and glory. Raj too was part of it, he used to visit the place and offer his prayers to the idol in the shrine.

Raj in his early struggling career days visited the place and was offering a new garland to the idol. The garland was very interesting, it had all brand newly printed currency notes of one rupee all stitched together making it a beautiful necklace for the idol. The 21 note garland looked awesome on the idol, all people around just couldn’t ignore it and were all praise for it. A young boy of age around 11 was next Raj and offering his prayers as taught by his parents, he couldn’t control his blushing and asked Raj “how mean! The idol is just worth Rs.21”. Raj was shocked at the crude comment he replied back saying “No son, it’s not about money, that’s the way I can payback to the god for his blessings”. The boy was a bit too confused and asked “should we return him back? I never heard this before! Does god expect that?”. Raj thought of explaining the business laws and tricks he had studied in money matters, as the boy left with a smile.

Raj understood it. Probably we may one day realize the business needs of our own idols and thousands of religious people (gurus) those close to so called ‘god’.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Truth about dung: short story

As a kid I used to wonder whats the use of dung. I mean whats cow dung ? is it of any use ? I just wondered. All I could say was dung was nothing but animal waste.

As a science student I learn't that cow dung is a rich manure used in agriculture, and not just that it can be used to produce bio gas with methane and can be used to generate electricity for lighting in rural areas. I just thought wow...!!! now cow dung is of so much use. Its science that has enabled to see us what cow dung is.

A short story:
Krishna who is now a chemical engineer happen to be born in one of those communities which worshiped cow. As a kid Krishna was brought up in the city life and he had limited exposure to cattle. In the neighborhood there was a small number of cattle that was brought to the nearby field for feeding. As the locality in which he stayed belonged to the ill-literates and so learned people, Krishna as young boy would be proud of himself that he learn't and studied in a school.

As a 8th grade school boy he was a topper in the school, he knew more than what an average 8th grade pupil knew. Hence the teachers gave a him some kind of tests in maths and science which were typically taken by the students of 9th grade. He cleared that by a mile, and hence was the most a brilliant student the school had seen so far. After his graduation in chemical engineering where is did loads of experiments in lab, he got employed as engineer in one of the top chemical firms, got married and had son of age 8 named Krishh(latest name ...).

Just when things were all fine, his father died. As a good son, Krishna had do all the formalities. After the funeral at the nearby graveyard Krishna along with family members returned home. There was lamp placed at the entrance of the house and just by the side there was a patch of cow dung. People who came back from the graveyard would come and soil their feet in the cow dung and entered the house. Krishna too did the same thing, as his feet got soiled with cow dung and entered the house. Krishh who was curiously seeing way things happening, didn't understand anything.

He just went to the back door of the house picked up the phenol bottle (a disinfectant) and mixed it with some water and started sprinkling all the places that was soiled by cow dung. All the relatives and family including Krishna were dumb struck on what Krishh was doing. Krishh also removed the patch of cow dung from the place and sprinkled some more of disinfectant. Krishna barely managed to get some smile on and said "I knew the chemical composition of cow dung makes it a disinfectant, hence can now be replaced by phenol, I'm just following our customs".

Without his father's influence as Krishh realized, we all may be able to clear the dung customs and traditions, once we understand it.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Question why?

Many people have written why they created their blog meaning a question concerning the cause or reason for blogging. Well I try to answer mine with some of my writing intelligence.

I have not been a serious writer so far, I even never thought I would be able to convey something through my writings, until I first tried my bit on writing. Sunil Koshy and Ravi(gurus) have been inspiring me to write what ever I feel. At last I got something to write...

My first venture with the ink was at the age of 14-15, those days all I would read are things like Nancy drew, hardy boys etc.. As I read and got fascinated towards more stuff on mysteries and more suspense and more whys? and hows? It got into my nerves as I would try vain to solve the mysteries by myself. It was a crystal maze out there as I tried to read the authors abilities to create mysteries.

In the end I thought enough of reading, and now I knew that these books contain mysteries that are not so obvious. Like the one you doubt will always be innocent, there are always clues left by the culprit which is ignored so on. I had plan in place to write a mystery and I created characters who will solve them(something like famous five.. crap)

My mystery book started with introducing of the initial detective characters and then introducing the mysterious letter sent to the detectives, which states something related to the detectives group. The interesting thing of story was that detectives have one member with in the team who is doing all this. I created enough circumstances that lead to someone outside the group. After writing for 35 odd pages I concluded that I had enough mysteries and enough people but no one to solve it, as it was mystery for me too. I'll still have to solve the mystery and find half written book though.

I mystified the story fooling myself, now that called for a blog to be started with the ink-ventures of mine.