Rainbow - color color which color do you choose ...

Disclaimer - this work is purely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. Those who find the post gross or dirty, please discontinue reading this now.
 
I'm perplexed for the reasons I know; understanding one human by another human is serious stuff. It’s simple to convey in words and challenge for the readers. People! I guess you must have heard 'Vikram-Bethaal' stories of wit and wisdom. Let me tell you the story in a different way. King Vikram gets hold of the Bethaal and carries on his back as the story starts

Short story:

Bethaal asks King Vikram, now lets do the role reversal; You tell me a story and ask me a question. While if I answer correctly I go back otherwise I'm your slave. King Vikram is perplexed and had never expected this. But it’s the chance for him to trap the Bethaal. So after thinking for a while he starts his story.

There lived princess Diti, she was the only daughter and her King father had expired in a war. She was sent to nearby gurukul for knowledge. Since girls never went to gurukul, it was the first time, now guru had no option but to ask his wife Vishali teach her. Vishali had been seeing her husband teach all the male students of his, so she pretty much knew what to teach and how to teach. Diti was 18 years old and had beauty that would attract any of the male students out there. The age was right and place was right for Diti; she fell in love with one handsome student Rushyabaahu. Rushyabaahu had been a student in the same gurukul and now was perusing his knowledge quest under guru Mahim.

Rushyabaahu is also in love with Diti, but his quest was higher for the knowledge he had got partially. He continued to stay in the same ashram and learn more from guru Mahim. While Diti learnt her arts of warfare, cooking etc. whenever Vishali would tell her some important thing to remember Diti would immediately respond to her with a couple of questions. Now Vishali would answer the question and again Diti would come up with another set of questions. Vishali was under the conclusion that only those ask questions and get it clarified, understood the stuff. Diti was good in her studies and little did it affect her love for Rushyabaahu.

Diti was fond of her mother; she loved her mother and respected her more than anyone else. Ignoring Rushyabaahu, Diti's mother wanted to have a swayamwar for her daughter since she had acquired enough worldly knowledge now. Her only point was her would be son-in-law should realize all her daughter's dreams. Diti agreed to her mother's swayamwar as her dream was to reach moon. She thought; she could reach moon because her husband would take her there. She forgot about Rushyabaahu in the process. One of the persons in the same city was Ram; he heard Diti's wish to reach the moon. He tried to explain her about the moon; she wouldn't listen. So he said 'we need a huge chariot made of gold to go there', Diti was adamant and she asked him to get one. Ram was poor guy, he never had enough money to buy a chariot of gold as he tried in vain to get married to her.

Swayamwar began and all the people who came to impress Diti would go back after hearing to her wish to reach moon. Diti would laugh at them as they were not able to fulfill her wish. Ram then failing to impress Diti asked her why she wanted to reach moon. Diti didn't know why she wanted moon. She was confused but maintained her dignity saying I see a mermaid there. Ram shocked again asked, what if there is no mermaid there. Diti said I don't know if there is mermaid there, but this what I dream. She also told about RushyaBaahu, her love. She said RushyaBaahu doesn’t like Ram marrying her. She also said that Rushyabaahu was not capable of making her dream come true. Ram went wild with whatever he heard and he stayed that way. Swayamwar continued to happen again and went on.

Now King Vikram turns to Bethaal and asks, 'Tell me Bethaal. Whom should Diti marry?' Bethaal had heard the complete story, he said 'Diti is an imaginary girl like the butterfly in the Garden of Eden; not sure to go to which flower, her dreamland is hers'. Bethaal says, let me go back now and you catch me again and you almost caught me with the story, so lets not reverse the role again. What say!!! And flies back to the tree where he used to hang. Vikram goes chasing him.

Just friends ...

Disclaimer - this work is purely fictional and is based on the novel by Chethan Bhagat - 'Two states'. I just have the gist of it.
My sincere apologies for those who find it gross or dirty. Please excuse me. The timing of the post is purely coincidental.

One writer who has caught my imagination for now is Chethan Bhagat. I couldn't read his earlier books though; 'Two states' is amazing. I like the way he uses those appropriate words at ease. I was attracted towards this book for reason to enjoy and spend my journey to far off place. After a friendly chat with the flute maestro 'Praveen Godhkindi', I had the first chapter at my disposal.

I was impressed with the story line where 2 strangers come across each other and how they get closer. It’s somehow destined that the most beautiful girl in the campus had to meet our protagonist of the novel. Then they do the combined study to solve some complicated problems and how they start knowing each other. The way he has explained that se already knows that he is a nice guy is amazing; I mean that’s why they go out together. Its bit complicated chemistry though to understand why all other guys don’t even get that precious 'nice guy' tag.

The chapter he explains about the ‘just friends’ concept is true to its words. The guy and the most beautiful girl in the campus are just friends, and the guys in the college talking that he is a caretaker brother is awesome. The frustration that makes him avoid her for days in the class too is melodramatic. The way he has explained about a guy and girl put in one hostel room and do combined study is really romantic. I got glued to the book so much that I forgot to have my breakfast. It’s so interesting to see two just friends getting into the personal lives of each other and ultimately the most exciting thing happens, they fall in love. Now the combined studies become more and more enjoyable as eventually, may be 2 weeks later; the important and best thing to happen between a guy and girl in love happens, I can't write all that I read :) they decide to get married.

The story goes on with the convocation happening and families meeting each other and comedy of errors that happen as they try to get into the wedlock. I had to alight now so I just stopped reading the story. I enjoyed it, nothing to conclude on 'just friends' concept and that was it. I never re-opened the book again. Lately few of my friends have been telling me on what to blog. My posts are usually boring as some felt and few felt I write junk. They read the whole post and understood nothing. They were seeking for the moral of my short stories that never existed. It has been a herculean task to explain each of them, that there is nothing to convey. Some have had their share of comments for me to improve my writing. Some have got into their own conclusions that I felt is good; after all it’s their own. They have been giving me names too :) I can select one of them as my pen name.

I have been influenced by one amazingly superb writer 'Kushwant Singh’; I have a lot of appreciation for him. One person who has imitated the same style of writing is our local author 'Ravi Belegere'. I can feel the same touch in Ravi Belegere's writings. Now all the local folks read Ravi than Kushwant; they don’t even know about Kushwant I guess. I liked 'Company of Women' and didn't find any moral in the story; I can draw a crude one though. My readers want me to be Chethan Bhagat, I never can write as good as him though. They want me to be popular writer like him. I tried my bit with the post 'The lady in the mirror'.

The maestro I met was one of them in his field; though there are so many flutists out there, none can be like him. Stuart McGill was not as famous as Shane Warne though they bowled similar. I know what it takes to be 'Chethan Bhagat', 'Kushwant Singh', ‘J.K.Rowling’ or 'Praveen Godhkindi'. I can try writing like Chethan; but for my readers will have nothing to read on junk.

See more ... hear more ... sky is not the limit

There are many things an individual doesn't know as such. He/she may find many ya things when with folks who think alike. There is friendship, companionship and all other relationships that make you realize things that are beyond ones own vision or sight.


For those who can understand to Kannada. More meaningful....

a short story:
There were 3 scholars under guru Mahim. Guru Mahim would treat them equally and teach them all stuff they need to understand this world around. Mahim was knowledgeable and was known as one of the most intellectuals around. He had trained his scholars in several languages and works of art. One such art was the magic. All 3 scholars Arjun, Chaitanya and Surya had their lessons learn't and very well versed with the art of magic; as Arjun and Chaitanya had great love for it. Surya was more interested in the arts of self defense, like archery and sword fighting. He less believed in the magical powers of what his master taught him.

Guru Mahim had a new lesson for his scholars that day. He wanted to teach them the special art of seeing things as it is. He made blind folded Arjun lie on the floor with face down(facing the floor) with face slightly lifted. Then he asked Arjun to open his eyes and tell him what does he see. Arjun replied he saw a huge block of wood on front of him. Now it was Chaitanya's turn, since Chaitanya was a close friend of Arjun, he told him what Mahin had taught. Now again Chaitanya was blind folded and with weight placed on the head was asked to be on hands and knees. He open his eyes and said, he saw a thick wooden post. Now it was Surya's turn, He didn't hear to anyone; was blind folded and asked to stand, when he opened his eyes, he said he saw a tree with fruits and flowers. Now Mahim explained all the 3 saw the same object at different levels, their visions were limited to their thinking and they concluded different things.

After the test Arjun and Chaitanya agreed to what guru explained, while Surya didn't agree. Arjun made him understand later with simple words. Now there was new joiny to the group, Rama was less learned than others and was trained in the same art of magic at different gurukul. He used magic for fun and would love think on ones happy being. All of them carried their big books which had all the information they learn't. Once they were going through a forest they spotted bones and skull looked to be that of either lion or tiger as they knew about lion and tiger very well. Arjun suddenly wanted to try the magic on the bones and get the animal to life. While Chaitanya his close friend agreed to it. Surya was reluctant to join them. Rama stayed away, he warned them the animal would eat them up, if they brought it to life through magic. Surya was convinced and he joined Rama as they climbed up the nearby tree. Arjun and Chaitanya with their magical powers and reading through the books brought the animal to life. As soon as the tiger came to life, it was hungry and attacked Arjun, while Chaitainya managed to escape. After the animal left satisfied, Rama and Surya got down from the tree and came back to gurukul, soon Chaitanya too landed. As Rama explained the episode to the guru, Mahim had a smile on his face. he said my teachings and tests have gone in-vain. All that you see, hear and read is not what they are.

Some feel they have learn't on their own. Some feel they have learn't with others. Some feel ignorance(silence, can be interpreted as one likes) is bliss. There is difference in what an ant can see and what a giraffe can see, there is enough brain in both to digest the vision and understand what it is. An old religious guru once said and wrote that god sits on top of the cloud and takes count of all the activities one does in his life time. People who heard and read him interpreted as cloud is like a soft cushion bed, where one sleep in luxury when they die. Guru had the limitation of his vision and brain. People had their limitation of hearing, reading and interpreting. Hope sky is not the limit; vision can reach more than that, see more ... hear more ...

The lady in the mirror .... short story

Nice would be those beautiful words a lady talks for the ones who admire her. They seem to make more meaning than what has to be understood. she is the most beautiful creation on this planet earth. she is the nature herself and she happens to be the lady in the mirror; while she checks herself to understand who is she?

Short story:
She woke up with the most beautiful smile on her face almost making Jay's most wonderful morning. He slept in slumber not realizing she was awake, as she tied her silky smooth hair into the most admirable looking knot. She prepared coffee and woke up Jay; he was shocked to check his watch and was running late by a mile. He grabbed the coffee mug and ran to the bathroom to freshen up. He searched for things at unfamiliar place and finally got ready to leave with a good bye kiss. She wanted more time of his, she had planned so that he would stay with her for the rest of the day.

She lazily got dressed up in distress and reached office at her usual timing. Pavan had a big smile seeing her, he said 'hi, good morning', she too responded with a acknowledging smile and said 'good morning Pavan'. Pavan was her senior and would help her in day to day work so that she is not stressed out. She would tell him all her routine things and get more comfort on his virtual shoulder. She had found that the job was more enjoyable when colleagues like Pavan would be there always, while her boss was shrewd though. She loved working.

It was evening 6 p.m when her phone rang, she realized it was Monty; picked up the call and was on agreement nodding her head with a smile. She left soon after saying bye to all her team members, as Monty waited on the bike to pick her up to the surrounding malls in the area. They reached pub Oslo pretty soon, barged into the loud music playing. She rarely drinks but for breezers, while Monty was in tune with his Tequila as the dance floor lit up. She danced with him till she was dead tired and had no energy left. He dropped back home and kissed him good bye.

Maid was in and was preparing the dinner, as she got fresh and watched TV with the regular regional language channels flipping until she found right one. Her mobile rang as she sipped coffee; Aamir had called up at the usual time. It was 9 and the dinner was getting ready, usually they spoke for 45 mins to one hour everyday. She was in all naughty giggles as her maid was furious looking at her happily talking to Aamir. Then she later moved to bedroom and locked up for 30 odd minutes; came out for dinner with a smile as ever. Aamir is usually good in cracking jokes that makes her laugh to the core.

While the dinner was almost ready Sachin her hubby was home and as usual threw himself over the sofa while holding his expensive glasses in his left hand. He had a day long meeting with the management and loads of work at home to complete as well. He mentally prepared the plan for the rest of the evening on his pending tasks. Maid offered him coffee, while she watched the favorite show on TV. He soon was in his night dress and they sat for dinner, she served him the specialty of the day and it tasted the same for him. She asked him 'how is the curry?' as he managed to blurt out 'great'. They began their talks about the office and the day overall. It was Saturday next morning so she had no office plans while, Sachin had to work from home. she doused off to sleep, Sachin joined her an hour later.

Saturdays are special for her, its the day when she visits family friends Raj and his wife Deepa. Deepa and Raj make pretty good couple though, she has soft corner for him. They do share the emotional bondage that Deepa doesn't even seem to know about. While Deepa prepared the lunch for all the three, Raj would spend time with her of the week long activity that has gone by. Raj would sometime stare into her eyes and convey more than what they spoke. She would respond with the same intensity as both get lost in a different world.

Panchhami was suddenly taken aback; the door bell rang, she was taken a bit by surprise as she was completely lost in reading. She closed the novel that she was reading all the way now. As flipped it over to book mark the page, the title read 'The lady in the mirror'. She opened the door, Jay was in all smiles as he hugged her happily. He took the sofa as the late evening movie was playing on TV; it was Mel Gibson starrer - 'what women want'. She for the second time saw the title of the book, she read 'the lady in the mirror' as she rushed to the bathroom to have a face lift for the already pretty face. She gazed at the mirror for a moment and said 'the lady in the mirror, who is she?' Panchhami had the most cutest smile ever.

Its Woman's day nearing, let the lady in the mirror come to life. she is the most beautiful creation. Panchhami is in all smiles !!! cutest ever !!!

Return to Innocence ... short story

Return to innocence ... this is the famous number by Enigma. No please don't get bugged by Enigma. In this post I just picked up the line because it suits well. If you haven't heard it just try hearing once and watch the video too. At last I write the post started few months back. Its time now, back to those innocent and naive lines.

Enigma ... 'Return to innocence' video (sorry no embedding available)

Short story:

Smina is very brilliant lady, she has through her hard work has earned the name for herself. Smina as a kid used to be very studious and lead the class always and every year. She has been the core of the class and there no teacher who wouldn't like her when she was in school.

Off late after her marriage with Jay she has been overwhelmed with all the wealth. Jay is very good husband and father; he takes care of her and their lone child Mike. Jay is at his best and bought a new house even when the world reeled in the recession. All thanks to Smina, she is good at calculations, learn't all through her educational career.

Mike is 6 years old and not so brilliant as Smina when she was 6 years kid. Mike is innovative in his studies; he finds always new things to do. he often amazes Smina by his craft work and drawings. He is imaginative and hence captures low marks in his tests. His imagination has no bounds, his crafts speak for its self, he has a rolling zebra pen stand, and well my words are limited to explain his creation. He is made several sketches and drawings that Smina has on display in her cube, making herself proud mother.

Mike is good at asking questions, he often asks very simple and trivial questions, Smina sometimes has to try and explain it very naive words, to make him understand. His recent question was where are we? Meaning where are we currently staying? Smina as usual explained very easily, by saying the address. Mike got more curious, his next question was 'what is this flat number and street address?’ Now Smina had task in her hand, she said that’s the house number and street name. He went on... so what next? Smina explained next is locality, then the area, then the town and city.

Mike was in smiling now. That’s it right? He asked her again in confirmation. Smina replied no there is much more; we state next, then Country, then continent, then world and the universe. Mike was totally confused; he had wrinkles on the forehead indicating the confusion. His last strained question was 'why mama  !!! why so many things?’ Smina couldn't control her big smile as she hugged him.

The next morning Smina was at work as usual and Gurran, her colleague had a casual chat with her. Smina explained the whole episode of her son’s chain of questions and burst into laughter. Then she continued to tell him about the event at locality in which she stays, pointing out 'You know the majority community people right, the parents don't allow their kids to mingle and play with Mike', meaning she belonged to the minority. Gurran had big smile on his face, and uttered, 'parents are parents'. Smina too smiled though she understood nothing.

'Panchhi Nadiya Pawan Ke Jhonke...' heard this famous number from film 'Refugee' right? Javed Aktar wrote the lyrics, evergreen song we enjoy every word of it. The gist is why birds, rivers and breeze don't have any borders, and no boundaries stopping them. Borders are for and only humans, and what did we achieve by being humans. We continue enjoy the borders and differences and make songs like these, good to hear.

Enigma's return to innocence is one such song, shown in the reverse fashion, depicting the return from adulthood to childhood. Till he grows-up Mike continues to think !!! Gurran continues to smile !!! Smina and rest of the adult world continue to listen and sing 'Panchi nadiya pavan ke jhonke...' and 'Return to innocence'

YES Experience love now !!!

YES Experience love now !!!, well I have been thinking ages now, just about the title that matches my post. It really didn't take much time to arrive at this post. Our expert bloggers have already given so much of info that I have hardly anything to write but title.

Love is such a powerful word, it stands on its own. There are several posts already written on 'Right time to say 'I love you'' and 'Need to say "I love you" ...'. Ravi, my friend has done true justice to the post, he keeps all of us guessing on these words around love, when? need? so on. People already have found answers to those lines, on whether to say I love you or not. Some feel 'It's just not even required to tell I love you, being there and both knowing, and love for one another is important'. Truly its amazing to read the answer that communication is between two hearts rather than individuals.

I happen to recollect my good old post 'find your own ... be it god : short story' which few people liked though. My friend Sunil Koshy is good at words, more of heart than mind, saying 'she is my goddess', meaning the person he loves is worth the worship. I did recollect recent post from Renuka, saying Aryan sees Ganesha in all the idols he sees and he is very fond of him, millions do love Ganesha. One such thing to recollect again is a movie scene in which Upendra worships the girl whom he loves, some folks laugh at him asking 'is she dead? we only do pooja those who are dead'. His point is crisp and clear ' we worship god, and do pooja with the photograph of the divine, does that mean god is dead ?'.

Words ...

Now another line that just doesn't get off me is 'to a friend's place the journey(actually distance) is never long', truly to the words that match another recent sms forward 'maximum friendship is love, minimum love is friendship'. I'm bad at words to explain on any of these lines 'Words ...'. Like the song 'its only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away'. Sometimes silence speaks more than words, and many people do say 'I'm overwhelmed and I can't find words to express'. There exist several thousands of languages, but still many find no words to express, or they don't know those words. But everyone understands the phrase 'I'm overwhelmed and I can't find words to express' by their own experience.

There is this experience... something special, I can try to explain. A guy sees a girl that his eyes just don't move after that, he speaks to her and the result is an amazing experience ... he is in love. I recollected this one from Oscar wilde's story 'The Nightingale and the Rose' where in love, brain stops working, all the messages sent are interpreted by the heart and brain stays idle. Now that’s the normal state to reach, it’s not the fault of the people who fall in love. Its more like lab practical once experiment is done, one understands better, now get ready to experience new ‘avatar’... planet Pandora  .... just experience love !!!

Two shades of ...

I have been good at copying things. One such pic I copied is here, shared with you folks. I have a lot to write, less to convey, hope the pic conveys ...