The Yogi ....

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 Many saints have come by and gone; few just are yogis. A yogi is indeed the person who has lived the life the way it has to be. Few did know what's like being yogi...

He woke-up early in the morning, not knowing much about the whereabouts as he opened his eyes, it was too early to dawn, and day break was far away. He realized that by seeing the darkness around; the sound of the crickets and other noisy insects made him feel a bit scared. He just hoped to get insight to what had happened. He wanted to check what time is it, the clock looked very distant and blurred; he rubbed his eyes to have clearer look which didn't help either. As the crickets take break to ease of their vocal chords; the clock sounded very clear, making him feel it is closure than it looked. He thought for a moment what happened the previous day.

He woke-up to the alarm; it was 5 am in the morning. He got off from the bed with ease and got ready to go the nearby man made pond to have a dip. As the dawn welcomed him at the onset of the day, making the new beginning. He dipped in full in the water thrice and then looked to be offering prayers to the world creator as he chanted song like words that probably meant. He sang for a while and then cleaned up with the tidy white cloth and proceeded with the yoga. Though he has learnt a few of those called aasana; he was profusely sweating after those rigorous looking stuff for other novices. Working out and with the time well spent with little familiar company; he eased to rest in peace with shavaasana. As he the body had gone through the real tormenting of the work out; he was trying to ease himself and think about his goddess.

His preparation was almost over when it struck 12 on the clock indicating that it was nearing lunch time. He read and scanned to those pages that almost looked as familiar words. He had read that book several times, as it inspired him to read that again and again. He got engrossed in the reading while the stomach had butterflies indicating lunch time. His usual veg lunch with virtually no spice and just the pinch of salt was self served. He made some kind of ritual before beginning to eat and while he ended. It was 3 p m and it was time to take rest after the meal, but he chose not to and got dressed up a bit too early for evening. His attire had changed and made him look good with the leather jacket hanging over the shoulder, just indicating that he was in Chennai.

His flight was ready and he boarded after half an hour drive, destination was Bangalore. Familiar faces around and more like back home; he kissed her as she picked him up at the arrival gate. She was gorgeous and with full hearted hug, the warmth took over. It was the beginning of one of the most romantic evening as they drove away from the airport towards the city, as it beckoned with the evening lights. Destination was a farm house pretty close to the out-skirts but on the other side of the city. He kissed her again in the car as the car reached 'yavvana', the luxury farm house Nalin owned. The cutest and the most beautiful girls were there as he just disappeared with drink in his hand. Soon Nalin offered a few packs of special cigars and the smoke with music filled up the air. They danced with drink and smoke as he just managed to see his watch that showed 12:30.

Yogi...Yogi... wake-up. Nalin kept calling, he opened his eyes again, day light passed through and blinded his eyes, and he no longer heard crickets and the insects sound. Yogi had his memory back of what had happened till 12:30 last night. His head hurt a bit as he picked up the glass and sipped the water like drink again. The girl who picked him up last evening was in different attire as she said 'Yogi ... you are too much... last night you know...'

Life ... Just like that... its happening !!!

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Just like many of those magical words, this phrase has got me thinking and oozing in thoughts to write something. I wish I could understand these words before I write. As I write, I have been also thinking about another phrase from the popular number 'Its only words ...'.

Tharini has been a good student and Roopali is very impressed with her personal learning capabilities. Roopali though has been the mentor, she also happens to be Tharini 's mother. Roopali as a teacher wants to bestow the best of her knowledge to her student. Tharini being without father has very less to complain as Roopali takes care of that role as well.

Nalin has been working in the same office as Tharini , along with many of the other folks; Mahim too has been closely working with both of them. Though Tharini gets most of the personal learning from Roopali, she is running short of her professional training. Mahim has been assigned the task to get both Nalin and Tharini to their professional high in the company. As the time passes all three get close enough to work as group, they help each other out in completing the tasks.

Tharini is has been trying to get to the same level as Nalin, though both perform the same set of tasks with the same amount of ease. Tharini always feels that her performance is not best show-cased while Nalin gets all the praise. She tries her best to overcome this barrier of hers, while trying to get  more appreciation from her seniors. Mahim has been noticing the strive from Tharini to over-do and over-perform Nalin, while getting the praise from the team members. Mahim as senior tries to get her problem sorted out. As time passes, Tharini and Mahim get to the problem and fix it. Later does Mahim know that this has been a psychological problem of Tharini and isn't the actual one. She always felt that she and Nalin had to get the same grade, praise and benefits for whatever task they have done.

With the time spent as a team, Tharini is over-shadowed of her mother's teaching in the personal as well as professional life and tries to get the same from Mahim . While Mahim tries to provide her the best of the solutions to her personal problems as well. The more Mahim gives solutions the more problems both get into, while professionally this worked and not personally, Mahim is perplexed at the outcome. On the other hand Tharini also discusses her personal issues with Nalin and his solutions seem to work more effectively. Tharini now has better control; she stays away from Mahim and gets to him only for the professional cause. Now Mahim doesn't understand the chemistry behind the change in Tharini , he tries in vain to arrest the situation in his favor. Tharini once self proficient with her professional need, she is on her own. She also declines Mahim's company saying 'just like that!’ Mahim is in serious trouble thinking of the situation change that has occurred during the course of time.

Mahim 's friend Baghavathi comes to his rescue. Her thought is simple, Tharini is the way she is, never apply logic to her moves. Even Tharini for that matter doesn't know what and why she does things the way she does. At convenience Tharini mixes professional and personal lives with lot of ease. That is the way she has been brought up to fight her cause, not only her many others too. They cry for no reason and blame people at will. In engineering terms they are designed the way they are. Baghavathi says Mahim should also get going and clear of his mental blockade Just like that !!!. With those lines Baghavathi turns to Mahim, she has big smile and Mahim now gets his laugh back ... Just like that !!!

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Borrowed line - 'We are friends'

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'We are friends' the borrowed line from my friend. I never understood the meaning of the phrase though, sometimes I felt my limited vocabulary had it read as idiom. I need to brush my English skills for better usage of the line.

I pretty much understood the word relation means, in mathematics and chemistry (when it works) it is usually represented by the LHS and RHS with either equal(=) sign or whatever is relevant. I'm not good at mathematics or Chemistry either. I have been trying to get the real meaning of the word relation and friend means.

My analogy of love and friendship still holds good, though I have not understood none of them. I happen to come across many people questioning what friends mean. As movies say love is when the inter-change of hearts happen; may be inter-change of joy and sorrow happens too. while that still means we can represent such thing with a mathematical representation.

The relation between two individuals becomes a reality only with proof. Say boy-girl relationship; the true meaning is when when they actually get married. Even the priest announces the 'man and wife' is only after the ring is in place. Mother for that matter will not accept any kid as her own unless there is proof that its her own blood; proof is must for the relation to happen. I have never come across such thing with friends. So its convenient to use the word friend for those relations where there is no proof. The real life incident is that my friend (if I can call so) says 'We are friends' when inquired about the girl he has been dating for years. They have been in love for almost years now without proof.

Proof for that matter is like the thread that hangs in the girl's neck which makes the world believes that it's legal to be physical. Although its quite true as well that a girl needs to get the proof once they have been physical, sort of security. I can go on writing on this for pages with nothing in it. There have been new inventions and disclosures to friendship as well; friendship bands. As funny as it sounds, it's the proof that two people are friends. Its the thread again that makes relation so called friendship a reality. There are several such threading that have made relations a reality even though the relation never exists.

Some more funnier relations as it sounds is, one community calls it 'Cousin-brother and Cousin-sister' while the same relation in another community means they can get married. In most of the cases threading makes it psychologically permissible to make people get physical or not. I'm still confused as I write; there is brother and sister relations by birth, and there is cousin relationship birth, well 'Cousin-brother and Cousin-sister' is new to me. I think with over 6 billion people in the world we end marrying our cousins some way or the other.

Recent discovery of the love pill has been the real proof of the equation. Now in Japan there are trials of the love pill where once pill taken the person has the willingness to make friends or fall in love. Well dosage depends on what relation one needs. As they say 'Maximum of friendship is love' and 'Minimum of love is friendship'. Now maths again; different colors and types of threading. On the lighter side ... may be different variant of thread and question where to tie... working threading model

Freedom to be....

Its long time since... I just thought of writing. Its Independence day for India today the 15th of August. Well freedom and Independence from what? I seldom understand these words.

What is that, we have been celebrating from years now? what does the word independence mean? I mostly got the answer today. As I read through my history books, it revealed, Freedom to live anywhere in the country. Freedom of Expression (I guess this includes in writing as well...) and Freedom to follow the religion whichever you want to.

My friend (If I can call so ...) asked me why I haven't written of my dogs so far in any of my blogs. I thought its time for one... I write ...

My dog Dolly passed away today. I have my fingers not typing right for the first time while I write this. Dolly has been the name that made resonance at my residence for the past 9 years. She is female dog obviously for me; though few chose to term her by different convenient terms they prefer. I can only thank for whatever she has taught me during this period.

My limited knowledge to understanding Freedom has been instrumental in seeking explanation for writer  Salman Rushdie, I guess he was almost crucified for what he wrote in his book 'Satanic Verses'. Another familiar name to one and all seems to be 'Taslima Nasreen', she has been enjoying country hopping ever since she wrote her book 'Lajja'. No to mention of the Netherlands cartoonist who is yet to figure out what really went wrong.

What is... the freedom of Expression? Is it talking what you believe in? or Is it writing another spiritual holy book you have already have faith in. I cannot still have the freedom to write that can be derived/extracted from others work. I can only smile at what this celebrations mean to you and me today.

Dolly has taken the freedom to show the love and affection to those within those four walls of the house. She used to be one wizard at my place where I at-least forget my most bad days. No matter what happened to you at office, how was your day; the moment you enter home she is there with full of enthusiasm and affection to just make you feel relieved of all the stress and pain. She was magical and she will always be one person in my life who taught me how to just live.

She has got freedom today !!! I hope her soul rest in peace. She has really taught me what the word freedom means. I cannot use words effectively for the first time... I write with freedom of Expression... Freedom to be...

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

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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 ...