How beautiful the life is!!

          The moment we step out of our houses, there comes a breeze from nowhere that hit our faces giving it's chillness all over body. It makes us feel as if someone comes running towards us and gives a lovable hug after a long time. The happiness we just perceived helps us realise that we as a human beings in this universe have no bounds and limits to make our lives more beautiful. Just having experienced the immense love of the nature we tend to walk forward. A kid playing along the road side catches our attention. The child's inevitable happiness brings back our good olden days where we too have had pursued such boundless joy without even the need for breeze to make us spill some smiles. They were the days we knew nothing other than smiling hard and crying bad. One thing that we had in our posession in those days is, people around us feels happy when we smile because of the beautiness in it. They also shed their love when we cry so as to see the smile again in our little cute faces.

       Getting lost in those memories and feeling happy that we havn't really had bad childhood, we walk across the kid hoping that the child would turn it's face and give atleast an half-inch smile. For our surprise, the kid do turn and look at us not with a half-inch smile, but with a broad one that shows how real and wonderful that feeling is.  After crossing few houses , we notices bunch flowers dancing in the air inside the compound wall of one of the houses.  They are spread all over the plant grown above the compound. It adds more gorgeousness to the plant.The group of these little striking flowers helps us break thousands and thousands of hurdles in our hearts. It shows us the world's prettiness never like before. There slow yet mesmerising action of moving here and there in air seems like they are in overwhelming happiness and are expressing and experiencing it along with the wind. We get a crooked thought like 'Will the flower let us join it's delightness?'  We make our minds not to interfere in it's good time, pluck a single flower to have either as a sign of happiness or to admire it's beauty all our way. Even though we use to go in the same path everyday, things that appears in our eyes always be differet and new. Most of the time they either left us an unanswerable question or give us an answer for any such question.  See that man taking his daughter in his bike to the school in a hope of bring happiness in her life. Look at that women in a formal wear probably an IT peofessional carrying her dreams along with her. Try to observe the unrelenting hope in the eyes of that person who is opening the shutter of his shop believing that this day's business will be a better one than yesterday.  Look at each and everyone crossing. Who knows one of them may be looking at us and thinks about what we probably might be thinking of as we are doing now. People are running towards only one thing. But unfortunately they see money, education, job as the means of getting it. Only few know the fact that these things are only to spread the happiness not to bring it. Thinking of such things and feeling proud for not being one of such persons for miunderstanding the purpose of life we are crossing the road to catch the bus for our irresistable routine. It happens.  Let us cherish this beutiness. 

Why I write?

         Such question is familiar with most of the writers who aspires to become one. We humans only tend to look deep into the things only when we need that thing desperately in our lives. Such curiosity being expressed by we writers are urging us to think 'Why we write?'  Numerous writers had answered this question either because they wanted to find out the answer or because other writers had tried to find an answer for it. I don't know which category I belongs to. Let this post be an attempt to find out answers for both the questions. 

        So 'Why I write?' whether because it is giving me happiness? No, many things are giving me happiness, but I can say writing gives me immense happiness when compared to others. That's cannot be only reason why I write. Then why do I need to stumble upon this thing? Does it give me satisfaction? That's not the answer. If I start writing to satisfy myself, I may get convinced that what level I am currently possesing is enough for me. A person who have passion towards life aren't supposed to satify themselves at any stage on their way to achieve dreams.  That doesn't comply my obsession towards writing. So what does this writing thing have to do with me? Am I expecting to earn name and fame? It's one of the biggest questions which I can answer in single word-'NO'. I like name and fame, I mean who doesn't like getting praised for soemthing which they are good at? But I don't find Writing as a passage for obtaining that. Fame isn't the ultimate destination for one's dreams. I like to get praised for my writing ,but I am not writing only because I like appraisal- there is a difference. Why the hell am I sticking to writing then? May be beacause I am jobless and have lots of time to sit and strain my ears and fingers so that I can pass my time? Or may be I don't have any other useful commitments like others have which leads me to write so that I can pretend to have some serious commitment? Hell no. If I want to boast myself as being a serious, ambitious person I don't necessarily need to write anything let alone blabber to everyone that I am obsessed with writing. I neither write for I have lots of leisure time, because I know 'leisure-time' had lost it's meaing a long ago in my life. That isn't the reason. 

Many claims that they like to write because they needed to drop down their pain and feel relieved. Yes I accept, it makes us feel like it is relieving our pains in one or other way. But believe me, it only fairly increase our small wounds as bigger ones which again urges us to write more and more and more hoping that one day we will become free like others forgetting our past. Moreover it make that thing stay in our hearts forever by writing it. Writing can only help us get used to the pains in lives. 

        So what pulls me to type hard so as to publish this post within tonight? What makes me stay still with patience until I get a topic to pen down? What urges me to scribble something when I see a paper and pen together?  Why am I feeling this overwhelming desire to pour down my views once I see something that many have not even noticed? Why do I feel proud for capturing that moment? What is the reason for my unbearable craziness towards writing?  What makes me think of 1000 things,write 100 things, do 10 things, say 1 thing and be like nothing? Why am I so so engrossed in this little world of unseen wonders for which I am the only king? 

I am experiencing the small glimpse of the actual answer for all the above questions. Whatever I guessed are all part of the answer. But the actual reason is that, it keeps me alive mentally. It makes feel like I am one such organism this world that had got its gift of writing down what is happening around. It gives me courage to tell others what is inside my heart which most of the people doesn't possess. It refines and defines my identity in this world. It helps me reveal the unknown truths about myself. I write becaue I am nothing but a species that wants to write.
I write becaue I am a writer. 

Back to Abnormal...

       Yes, it feels exactly what I have mentioned above. Sometimes it's most hard to express how we feel,  but sometimes it's as easy as eating a piece of cake. I am eating the second category right now. Wait, what? Did I typed 'abnormal'?  Oh my god.  Even when I am writing my post, am sticking to the context of the topic being read by you now. It's not abnormal to write that we are 'abnormal'. But it is for sure, to accept it as a normal thing that happens now and then in life. 

     

         So, yeah I am back to my usual abnormal form. People around me wonders what I am upto?, where I am going?, What I am doing? (I am talking about people who really cares about me atleast once in a day). You may ask "What do I mean by 'abnormality'?" Here is my explaination for those who wants one.

         I suddenly decides to go somewhere without me knowing about it even before the minute of my decision. I do things that makes me feel like am still an organic matter that evolves along with it's surroundings(which most of the people doesn't possess these days). I don't use to inform my where-abouts to anyone not because am lethagic and doesn't consider other's feel. It's because I myself don't know where am being headed and where I will end up at the end of the day. 

         Sometimes it turned out unfortunate and even worse. But I like to be such a person who doesn't have bounds. Ofcourse everyone likes to be such person. The difference is am being one and at the same time am gaining manythings from these experiences. This is who I am. It doesn't makes me an aimless being who wander around without any purpose or goal. I doesn't simply wander around and even if I do, it doesn't necessarily makes me worthless. 

    

          I would like to share one incidence among many that happened yesterday. They say 'In city there are many chances of getting cheated by wicked people'. Unfortunately it happens to be that most of the malpractices do takes place in cities with huge population count, which transforms even good hearted people to become self-centered. This particulate mindset of majority of people is making it hard for few to seek help even at the needed times. An aged women carrying two large bags was standing at the railway station. When I eventually crossed her, she asked me if I can give ten rupees. I stopped and turned to that lady. She doesn't looked like a beggar(I personally don't give money to beggars as I feel that I may become a cause for such thing in the future). When I looked into her eyes, they were almost filled with tears. I asked why she is asking for money. She said it costs 30 rupees to hire an auto to go to her home,  and that she has only twenty rupees. I felt she probably can't walk carrying those luggages in her age. So I gave her twenty rupees. Now I hear some of you murmuring, 'How ammature should you be to believe such an obvious nonsense?' Yes I accept. I don't know whether the lady was honest or not. I don't know whether people use such tricks to cheat strangers. I don't know if I was the only one who got cheated. Let us put apart what happened really there yesterday. Here am not trying to convey my belief of not gotten cheated. One thing that satisfied me the most is that smile on the women's face after recieving the twenty rupees note from me. It made me wonder 'How I had become the center of action when hundreds and hundreds of people were going there?' She might have asked someone else before me and they might have refused to hear her stories. Those who refused obviously would have felt proud that they managed not to become an idiot. But I too felt proud at the moment after I handed over the money, because in future if someone like the old lady who may really be in deserving situation asks me the same thing, I wouldn't be a person who refuses to help them and feel proud that I managed not become Idiot(like those who refused the old-lady's request). My innosense and stupidity yesterday will not me a hypocrite and irrational person in future. I think this is how everyone should change their mindsets while helping others. 

          This may seem crazy to someone. That is why I called myself abnormal and I am happy for that.       

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            It takes courage to confess in front of others that we are unable to do something that we are obsessed with. In that perspective I am proud that am courageous enough to state that weakness of mine. Some may ask "If you are obsessed with something, how it could become unable to do?" Trust me, people like me also do exist in this world. It may be nature's imbalance or the human's unfortune to accept such people as we are. Coming back to the not-yet-decided topic, I am here after a long,a very long time(dreadfully long for me) to post something which is going to be the starting point of my simultaneous,voracious yet stupendous row of blog posts. It may seem a kind of unnecessary boasting by me, but this is actually a kind of drug for me to cope up with things around me and start my journey where I left off.  The reason why I am calling it a 'Drug' is because for writers like me(I don't even know if there is someone like me and I even doubt so) tend to have a feel that our words has an inspirational and also a boosting factor to pen down more words. So let me keep it the same way. 

            "So what exactly do I lack?" is a biggest question for most of us who wants to pursue our dreams rather than other's. This question has to be clearly answered before we actually dwell into our obessive practices. Also this is one of the toughest questions to find answer for, especially when people are in starting stage. I am not trying to prove that am superior than few who are in the same level as mine. I recently realised that no time can profoundly be the right time for us to tell our views. Because that is what help improve ourselves, so as far as one wants to develop a certain thing in their lives they are supposed to start sharing their thoughts. And because of this unproven and not-necessarily-need-to-be-proved theory of mine, my views on the people who are undergoing same issues like me are not really my way of showing superiority over them. I am in y developing stage and I hope this is the right thing to do in order to realise our innerselves. Trust me again, talking about my negatives is giving me an immense exposure on realising them deeply and to find solutions for them. I asked 'What exactly do I lack?', the asnwer may be 'We don't talk or share our negatives to anyone(not even to us) which gobbles up like a giant problem and threatens us in our process of achieving success.'

              "Why am I talking all these things?" is the question currently popping out of my head and getting arranged sequentially as words and characters on the screen. To my surprise I got the answer for it. It is the sign of good come back and may be it is also the sign of throwing away the trashes after a while. It's true that few trashes had got formed inside my mind, but sorry that I am throwing these things at you. I am not doing it intentionally. Rather I would say 'What I think is unnecessary for me might be a much needed one for others and What I think is needed might be the trashes for others.' 

Hoping to throw more arrows considering that I got a right bow to practice myself after a long search for it. 
               

அழைத்து செல்ல மாட்டாயா...

இரயில் நிலயம் வந்ததும்
கதவோரம் காலியான இடத்தில்
சென்று நின்று கொண்டான்
நீல நிற சட்டை காரன்.

வண்டி கிளம்பியதும்
எதிர் திசையில் வீசிய காற்றை
ரசிப்பவனாய் கண் மூடி சிரித்து கொள்கிறான்,
சற்றே  சிலிர்த்து  கொள்கிறான்.

அடுத்த நிறுத்தத்தில் இறங்க வேண்டியவனை போல
ஆயுத்த படுத்தி கொண்டிருக்கும்போது
சட்டென்று திரும்பி பார்க்கிறான்
இரயிலில் கூவி கூவி புத்தகம் விற்பரவின்
குரலை கேட்டு.

'1212 கேள்விகள், 1212 பதில்கள்,
இந்தியாவின் முதல் ஆளுநர் யார்?
இந்தியாவின் முதல் ஜனாதிபதி யார்?
இந்தியாவில் எத்தனை ஆறுகள் உள்ளன?
பாம்பில் எத்தனை வகை உள்ளது?
குரங்கில் எத்தனை வகை உள்ளது?
மனித உடம்பில் எவ்வளவு இரத்தம் உள்ளது?
இப்படி 1212 கேள்விகள், 1212 பதில்கள்
வெறும் 20 ரூபாய்க்கு'

இவனை போலவே அங்கிருந்த எவருக்கும்
1212 பதில்களை தெரிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும் என்றோ ,
அந்த மனிதனின் ஒரு வேலை சாப்பாட்டிற்கு
வழி செய்ய வேண்டும் என்ற எண்ணமோ எழுந்ததற்கு
எந்த வித அறிகுறியும் இல்லை.

யாரும் ஏறெடுத்து கூட பார்க்க மருதத்தை
சிறிதும் பொருட் படுத்தாதவறாய்
அடுத்த பெட்டிக்கு இறங்கி ஓடுகிறார்
1212 பதில்களை ஒருவருக்கேனும்
ஊட்டி விட வேண்டும் என்ற வைராக்யாத்தோடு.

நீல நிற சட்டை காரன் இறங்கி சென்றதை கவனிக்காது
அந்த புத்தகம் விற்பவரை பற்றி எண்ணி கொடிருந்தேன்.

இரயில் கிளம்பியது.
சட்டென்று முந்தியடித்து கொண்டு
ஓடும்  இரயிலை விட்டு இறங்கி
அந்த நீல சட்டை காரணிடம் ஓடி ஒட்டி கொண்டேன்,
இறங்கும் பொது உன் 'மனசையும்' சேர்த்து
அழைத்து செல்ல மாட்டாயா என்று கடிந்து கொண்டே.

                  -மகா 

 

An ample of misunderstanding!

                  People around you misunderstand. Friends misunderstand. Loved ones miunderstand each other. You misunderstand yourself at times. 
                
                  Humans are supposed to misunderstand each other unless and until there is a chance by which we can hear or sense what is going on inside other's mind. But being a common and inevitable problem we people never take this thing as a it-always-happens kind of event between two persons. We feel worried when our companion misunderstands us. We feel frustrated when our parents misunderstands us. We feel angry when our friends misunderstands us.  One thing we need to understand is that most of us misundertood the real context of MISUNDERSTANDING phenomenon. 

                  When a friend chooses to say a word that doesn't complies us, we think they misunderstood us. When our parents tries to force a thing on us that we hardly like to continue, we think they misunderstood us. When our loved ones seems to do a thing that contradicts our so called wish-list we think they misunderstood us. 

                  Misunderstanding is a common behavioural factor of humans like angriness, laziness, hatred etc. It is just that if someone doesn't understands us it is not only their mistake. To be true the biggest part of the mistake is we ourselves. Some how we might have failed to expressed what we are expecting or what we are thinking which turns out to be a false judgement by others on us.  What it leads is continous ruckus with that person. 

                  No one can ever be understood completely by others. There are always misunderstandings in the process of knowing each other. This is what I persume as a core reason for misunderstandings. KNOWING EACH OTHER. If any person misunderstands us in any situation it means they tried to know about us which turned out to be wrong. It's as simple as that. If our loved one misunderstands us it means they tried to know about us and failed rather than assuming like 'even after being in a relationship for years how can he/she misunderstood me?' 

                 I am not stating that just let this misunderstanding thing fly away and continue your relationship with that person. It depends on our attitude. If you are a type of person who can get flectuated with new people and new surroundings then you can quickly decide that the person who misunderstoods is not the right person you are searching for and continue your journey of finding new people. On the other hand if you are a person who wants a single and best relationship either in Friendsship or love , sit back and identify where you failed to express yourselves because of which that person tends to make a false decision about you.  

                 After all life is made of many things which also includes misunderstandings. But life can never be accomplished fully if misunderstanding plays a bigger role. 
                  

Dreams, a perspective ...

               Already lots of people there in the world had talked and is talking about dreams and ways to achieve those dreams. They had even shared their own life experiences on how they achieved their particular dream.  But what many of those works lacks is how to identify a dream? Isn't there any difference between getting attracted to something and dreaming about that thing? Do we intend to dream about the things we got attracted to or we get attracted to things which we dream of? 

               
In  formal meaning dream is a series of thoughts, images and sensations occuring in a person's mind during his sleep. But that is not what we are talking about here.  Dream also has another context. It is uncherished desire or ambition in one's life. 

                Talking informally, a dream is a serious of thoughts that makes you forget your real world and let you imagine about yourself achieving that dream. It doesn't let you sleep. It will always pushes you into the circle where you can have all kind of supportive environment to achieve what you are dreaming about. Only thing you need to do is to dream. Nothing else. Just dream hard about a certain thing and you can see yourself making a progress towards the success path of that dream. 

                The most crucial part lies here. What if I have more than one dream at a time? What if I want all of those dreams to come true? What if I am unable to priorotise my dreams? Does it mean that I am assuming wrong things as my dreams? Does it mean that I cannot achieve more than one dream at a time? 

                 It is always a never ending battle inside me. I am not talking negative here. I am trying to be positive. If you ask me, I would say ,trying to be positive is also one of my dreams and I am trying hard to be positive about my view on Dreams which leads me in achieving my dream.   

                 Let me talk about the longavity of dreams. A dream remains sustainable or dissolve like a sea sand, it is absolutely in your lust towards that dream. If you madly determined on achieving that dream, it will have a sustainable growth. 

                 A friend of mine once asked "How can you be everything you are dreaming of?" I see this question as my friend's intolerance towards the freakish conversations about lives, dreams, passion etc. What I realised is though sustainability is in my hands, their birth is not in my area of control. Unfortunaltely that may be the reason others see me as a confusionist. Believe me,confusionism isn't a big deal when you have lots of things in mind to be achieved. For me staying confused is letting me do the things I needed to do at right time. It isn't in commonness. It is in uniqueness. 

                My uniqueness on my dreams may not be acceptable by others but that's how uniquenesses are understood throughout the mankind. 

                Getting lost in dreams is a blissful moment to experience. I never got tired of dreaming. No one will get tired of imagining about themselves being in a place where they hardly want to be. It isn't hard to develop a dream from a initial stage. The more easy it is to imagine, the more hard it is to stay along. 

                 Humans are made of Dreams and Love. Some may love to dream. Some may dream to love. Some may love to love their dreams. Some may even dream of loving their dreams.  All we need is to let our wings open in order to float on the air of happiness... 

-Happy dreams!