Symptoms of life

The rain was never beautiful before,

Clouds were no such blessings.

Who was knowing singing my love?

You know it or not

agree or not

but Its YOU

who made me see the Symptoms of life!

How come this world has became a better place abrupt?

Why am I accepting living as apt?

You come and whisper in my ears,

Disappointment goes and where are those tears?

Who was knowing laughing my love?

You know it or not

You agree or not

Its YOU

who made me feel the Symptoms of Life!

Life was just passing before,

see now it has started LIVING.

I tried vain to put life in commas,

you crossed all such boundries

and I never realised

when I fall part of this drama?

Who was knowing loving my love?

You know it or not

you agree or not

Its YOU

who made me sense the Symtoms of Life!

Sang Tere

Teri nigahon se,

Teri hi raho se,

kareeb se gujare jindagi,

Tujhe hi dekhoo main,

Tujhe hi janu main,

Tera Sukriya karu me kaise?

Thami hai yeah sassein,

Juki hai yeah aankhein,

Kahu kaise aab ye dastaan,

Sang Tere, Sang Tere,

Sang Tere....

Koi kashish hai

hawaon main Sang Tere.

Hai kaha dekh tu duriyaan,

Saans leti hai ab yeh darmiya,

Dil yahi janta

bas yahi manta

hath se hath mil jaye yaha,

kuch nazar ke kinare,

khwab dekhe hamare,

tu bata!

Bhiga bhiga samaan hai,

sang pyar jawan hai ab mera,

Sang Tere, Sang Tere,

Sang Tere...

Koi kashish hai

hawaon main Sang Tere.

Sang Tere, Sang Tere,

Sang Tere...

Koi kashish hai

hawaon main Sang Tere.

P.S.: This song is romantic version of "Bin Tere" from a recent Bollywood movie "I hate love stories" star cast being Imran Khan and Sonam Kapoor. This song is originally written by Kumaar and here I have just tried to add some love instead of the original isolate feelings of the song. Please listen the very beautiful original song with some heart taking guitar work in Bin Tere

The pace of life

A pace of life is really (usually we name it "time") a mystery. The day when you can hear even the noise of your ceiling fan, its going slow. The day when you can not hear even noise of your loved one, its going fast. There is hell lot of literature on going in the past is crime but than am I human?

There are nets and nets of time in the mind. One net connect to other and start a new. You are there very center of the net but can not move. You know you are the dinner of the past time spider but can not move. Who does want to move? You love to be eaten by time.

You might be knowing spirituality, psychology, science, meditation or any other damn technique to live up with the time. When time comes sad, you can not do anything, your eyes will say it. When time comes good, you can not do anything either, your eyes will sing it. Let me share with you an experience. When I was travelling from Vijaywada to Vizaq two days before by train, there were bunch of beggars passing by. Someone was bagging in name of the god, someone was singing a Tamil song, someone was bagging for his age and illness. Someone was creative in all of them was a 12 or14 years young boy.

He was bagging for peoples not for me. He has two chalks with him - a white and yellow color. He was painting in the corridor of boogie. He painted SHIVA, painted LAXMI in few seconds and asked for money to passengers. He was happy with 1 rupee coin or 10 rupee note whatever given by them. There was no plea in his eyes. He was feeling like working in his own way and not bagging. Somehow I love poor and struggler. They carry their self respect and don't like to exchange it against money.

He did not forget to clean the train by his rubber which was applauded silently by my eyes. I liked his skills and don't know why? Is it because was he a real painter or I used to paint in my childhood as well? I wondered how could he be managing his passage of time? time of life? Has he ever felt boredom?

Before my ever thinking mind stops, he left the boogie with all not describable pride.

"God Bless You!"

Slow.

Unmovable and a blow.

Yes, my heart had a blow

Non-happening it was,

whatsoever we were close,

There was no reason for me to show

and on top of all

you left me saying - "God Bless You!"

How silly I was na?

Never knew who is that named god?

I had seen only your road,

She was you for me,

everything and ever good,

every reason for my mood.

How would I come to know god than?

Why should I worship and take pain?

Non-happening it was,

whatsoever we were close,

There was no reason for me to show

and on top of all

you left me saying - "God Bless You!"

I had left the home

with a hope

that I can make of my own.

How does it sound to be without you?

I dreamt HOME because of you.

You crossed me I can glimpse.

You never turned back

that I wished.

Non-happening it was,

whatsoever we were close,

There was no reason for me to show

and on top of all

you left me saying - "God Bless You!"

In the state of Rajnikanth

10.30 AM. I am on the way to site from the guest house by car. We are in the Ranga Reddy (sounds like a Ram Gopal Varma movie, isn't it?) district of Andhra Pradesh (AP) very nearer to Secunderabad. The district is not much populated than urban areas of AP. You find lot of scattered jungle area and few beautiful lakes here and there.

What do catch your eyes in AP are the dazzling colors. Hoardings, shutters, school walls, ambulance, bikes, clothes anything you see are of dark blue, yellow or red color. They just love yellow color. Anything which will NOT suit with yellow, they will mix. Have you ever seen a hospital hoarding (plus signs, remember?) with yellow color. If not, see right.

Just like the curve of "y" in yellow, AP people sounds curvy. They can not digest a heavy bulk of rise if they don't curve or enlarge the "Y"..........YYYYAN-MAND-GAN-YAYYANJAT...!

Even hoardings are not readable for you till you see products inside. One of the hoarding was having a picture of the local god wearing yellow scarf, red TILAK, yellow jewellery, red DHOTI and black short blanket. "Is he Govinda, the famous actor?" I could not stop joking. "He's Venkataraman Subramanyam, our sacred god!" The coconut headed driver had an angry look on me. I realized the value of my degree today, else, he might have shown me a sparkling knife and killed me there itself.

That yellow, red and black color god would be angry on mankind of all part of this state. The secret I found here is no god has made man. On the contrary, secret is, it is the man who has made god the way he wants him to. The way he likes to. Else, which god would like to dress like Govinda?

"Who is the favorite hero, here?" I asked to him just to let me feel some comfort (or I wanted to nullify what I said last just to protect my life don't know?).

"Rajnikanth, sir!" he had a pride in his voice. "All Tamil people worship him. There are lots of temples of him and you can see his photo in each house. Earlier, Chiranjivi was there but now he is in to politics." I could sense the Tollywood (Tamil movies) impacts on his face, in fact, I could see on the whole state.

It would be of no worth to ask him the name of prime minister because everything surrounds him was Rajnikanth. If he finds out messages in my mobile on Rajnikanth jokes, I will be found killed in any of the highway nearby. I can not repeat my mistakes. There's kind of an urgency and swiftness anything they do whether its wearing glasses, opening the car door, moving from one place to another or anything. They will keep you abreast that you are in the State of Rajnikanth.

What does it make you mature?

Growing life is threatened isn't it? It seems things become serious every time you grow. It is horrifying to realize that life is going to a shell, going to die. If you are being trained, you are being forced to become mature. You are being labeled as mature. You have been shown off as matured to the people - "See, this is my son/daughter and he is running his own office or she has cooked this MOHANTHAD!" Unfortunately, maturity is always required to be proved to society where it should have been otherwise understood!

Maturity is not godly but created on earth. A man made thing! You have been hearing this so many times - "When will you become mature?" where you hardly understand in which school you missed this lesson on maturity?

Maturity is never come by age or gender. You take example of any festival. On NAVARATRI girls ask for a better husband, on Diwali you ask for a LAXMI (wealth) to enter your life, on Ganesh Festival you ask for luck. If praying and worshiping is just asking than why there is something like hard work, passions, determination and dedication? Those who are weaker in later have chosen the former. There should not be ban or bar on worshiping or praying but it should be backed by KARMA for sure. Else, it is only demanding and demanding which is never meant to be a prayer. In prayer, there is a content and warm acknowledgement for whatever achieved and not but the least; trust even if nothing is achieved.

KARMA is the activation key for maturity. Come in the field, don't just be an outsider. It is a challenge even to the so called great god to live here in the society. Be brave.

Human being will have to now think beyond god. Not to go so far but to look around and what he can respect (not worshiping because in worshiping there is an inequality) is other human being. This respect should be shown no matter however old age, no matter what is the position, no matter the tradition. Respect is to the existence. Respect is to that human being who is always a part of nature, fighting to search the purpose of the life whereas there is none. Even if, nothing great has been made, he has lived here like you, me and all. Remember, greatness and failure is defined by we human being only. We create it and we only judge it. The followers and examiners are one. If you want still judge it than its good till you don't insult someone's existence here.

This Diwali, in fact start from the New Year, you take care of someone's existence.

What does make you mature is when you take care of the other existence. Go, start respecting!

From Fantasies - Day 1

Preface

I have been a great fan of stories and scripts. It was always a dream to write one. This story is about fantasies of my mind. A dictation of chat going on between me and my conscious mind. That conscious world is put in to one character which will be introduced shortly in Day 2. I am also part of the story and will be in touch with that character throughout. I am like any other normal human being, like you, who is in search of life and other concepts. I have no planning how and where this story will lead to. Nothing concrete or solid decided in advance. May be just 2-3 days or 20-30 but I wanted to make it spontaneous and live. Actually, it is nothing but a trial and error theory while self-learning.

Hope for a positive response from readers.

From Fantasies - Day 1, The Entrance

A silence! Purposeless silence. In the middle of a solemn jungle, between twists of branches, a new dawn has started. 3 AM and sun was still sleeping. What was living there few screams of wild animals!

Last night was a New Year night! I don't remember how and why I was lying there. Could be a dream, how come such a horror then? My body was paining seems like ran for 500 meters in Olympic. Half awake I had to discover the uncovered. Is this a result of global warming? Have I gone mad or an unconscious mind attack? Am I the only human being left in this world? Why and how come? When the body had no life to move, mind was agile enough to think.

One who was always in love of his solitude, was searching for the life. I could understand the feeling of the Adam today. Human needs human finally.

No matter wherever human being has placed his foots, on moon, sea or earth, first thing he developed was naming. I was in search of the name of that place. In fact, was really wondering any alone place still existing in the world? Dracula looking trees, the noise of the creatures, a small river passing by. Aah! There was some pain in my leg.

If this is a dream, first time, I hated this fantasy world. I will never sleep next time better continue writing.

Or from than onwards, is it going to be the truth?

Only courageous can love!

It's so simple

to say yes.

Why are you so afraid?

If it has to be love,

your risk will be worth paid.

You may fall,

you may fail,

not just once but

thousand and one time as well.

You can't be a frog,

seat in the wall

and wait for the rain to shower.

Go, search intense,

Make yourself first uncover.

Don't cling on me,

you can flip me for sure.

World is crowded you see,

your heart should jump up

and yell

"that's the one and that's he!"

Not trying to be a teacher,

who am I to teach you love?

I am just here

to make you courageous

because only courageous can love!