The Sea and Me!

I had a rocking weekend. We had a trip to the Paradise Isle Beach Resort at Malpe from office. It’s been years I haven’t been to the beach so the trip brought back a lot of childhood memories. On Sunday morning when the team was fast asleep due to late night disco, cricket match etc I woke up early to watch the sunrise at the beach. As I sat there and looked at the sea, there was a tide of thoughts through my mind.

The sea is something that brings mixed emotions to mind. The waves of Malpe beach were strong and violent. The tide had covered much a distance since the afternoon on Saturday. It looked as if the tide wanted to disturb the peace at the shore. Each time the shore wanted to settle down the waves soared against it. It does not understand that the shore needs time to settle. It just pushes the shore further in. If action could not hurt much, the waves even roared to seal the cruelty.It tried to put the fishermen in danger with the turbulent turns.

But then when I looked at the waves again and thought of the past day, there was a lot of happiness that flooded me. Now I looked at the sea with another angle. The sea brought a lot of hope. The shore even when hit continuously by the waves toiled against it. It seems to be mocking the waves that its hits will not break it. There is a lot of hope in the minds of the people who are at the shore. The lovers who walked silently on the shore, the fishing folks whose day depended on their catch, the joggers who hoped to lose weight, the elderly ones who hoped to live longer and healthy. That thought really put a smile on my face and I walked back happy!

The Empty Vase

The empty glass vase is a wonder on itself.

The onlooker looks at it. The design so perfect, the curvature so smooth. He admires the artist who molded it with his hands. He looks through the glass vase and sees the other side of the world. It seems as if the vase knows no foul. It is crystal clear in its path. He awes at its pureness. It looks as if this is a masterpiece of The creator.

But the vase believes itself another entity, one that no one else understands. It encompasses within itself a space that no one sees, a hollow that no one penetrates, an emptiness that pains it. It longs for a fullness that completes it. The vase knows that its life is only by chance. It knows that a small shrill could shatter it to a thousand pieces. It knows that a small mistake- intentional or unintentional may reduce it back to its original state. The vase waits- with fear of the end rather than the pleasure of life.

Sethusamudram Project

Over the past few days there was a lot of buzz about the Sethusamudram Shipping Canal Project especially when Karunanidhi went ahead and said, “Who is this Ram? From which engineering college did he get the engineering degree? Where is the proof that the bridge was built by him?” Wow! Now that’s what I call real cheeks of the guy!

If I would still be back in college, I am sure we would have a complete analysis on this case. The political, environment, economic, religious impact and so on….But hey I’m long past those hectic days.

This is the view of the bridge from above taken by NASA

I was thinking on what I believe. I mean, Yes! I do believe in Lord Ram. I am no atheist. But I am a factualist as well. Archeology proves that this bridge is about 3,500 years old. And as per the Vedas Ram lived in the Treta Yuga that is calculated to be 1.7 million years ago. But I definitely don’t think there was human population that long ago! Now who is wrong? No idea!!

There is a lot of proof that this bridge often called the Rama’s bridge or even Adam’s bridge (don’t ask me why!) could not be a natural phenomenon. It seems some reefs here are so light and that’s why they float on water.

Now I seriously would like to believe that this was the one the Vanara Sena built for Sri Ram. It really nourishes my faith in the myth. But could it really be true?

"Waiting for love"

The day comes and then goes,
I’m still waiting for a rose.
I hear your voice in my head,
But your face I see I see not.
Are you looking at the same star,
For a destiny that is not far.
Sometimes I feel you are near,
Coming to face is what you fear.
I wait for you arms to caress me,
And take me through the deep sea.
To watch over me when I sleep,
And wake me up from my sleep.
True love waits,
True love endures.
I shall wait with my arms open,
To engulf you when love happens.

P.S : This is for a collegue of mine who is so desperate "to have someone to look after him". This is in his actual words. Funny because he is just 22 or so and says this. Me at ** have never said this yet!!

“Living behind a mask”

Over the years it mould,
A mask my face to hold.
Hiding behind this mask,
Has never been a task.
Even behind the crafted smile,
There are sorrows going a mile.
Behind the attitude that says don’t care,
Lies a weak heart that fears a tear.
My feelings I reckon misunderstood,
It is then I retreat into that hood.
Where no one sees the real me,
And beyond me is all I see!!
I wonder if ever….
You see past the front to what lies below?
Or beyond the truth I want you to see?

Helen of Troy

Tagged yet again

I’m back again with a “TAG”

Here are the rules:
* Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
* When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
* At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.

When I saw Nags comment on my previous post declaring the tag, I was excited…Well a tag is the best solution to when you are thinking what do I write ...But things turned out panicky when I read the tag. My first issue is if I had a middle name what would it be…After a long thought I settled on “Helen”

There is a specific reason behind this choice. That’s nothing but life itself. I have always envied “Helen of Troy”. She was considered one of the most beautiful women on earth. The Trojan War fought for her, poems written for her, more than 100 suitors for her, movie made on her life, enough….I hate praising other women too much…But I seriously wish I were in her shoes!!

H – Humour loving. I envy people with a sense of humour, love to be with such people and enjoy life full of smiles.

E – Energy. I am mostly full of life and energy. I like to do something or another at any given point of time. Inactivity not only bores me but also enhances the devil mind in me.

L – Love and Romance. This is a true characteristic of a Cancer woman. Movies of love, poems of love, imaginations beyond the horizons, all take me to another world, a world which is never mine but a world I want to be in.

E – Evenings with nature. This is a certain high in my life. Whether at home watching the lamps lit at 6.30pm or strolling in a park in Bangalore in the evening or just a cup of coffee while watching TV lazily puts me to rest and refreshes me.

N – Never ending mood swings. This is something I hate admitting is that is characteristic of me. I am a bubbly person one minute and the other minute I may rebound back into my shell…

Wow…now that was a hard task man!!! Now for who else I want to pass the tag to….I love this part…

H –Hallucinations
E - Eashwar
L - Lime n Lemony
E – err… I’m running out of people so let it be Kavita ..she’s always tagging me!
N – Never mind the letter anyways just a letter away so let it be Maddy

It’s tough to break premonitions!!

I usually take a long time to make notions about people. In general I’m a friendly person who can speak to anyone at all no matter how much I know them. I hardly form opinions about people. My opinions are not based on what others say. They are more on my experience with the person.

This is something the silicon city taught me. Among the circle of people around me there is a wide variety. There are people who are a complete contrast to what they are to me in real life. There are some who are the same in and out. But it doesn’t matter. As long as they are good to me I like them.

Their personal life or backgrounds don’t bother me as far as they are in my good books. I have learnt it that way after coming to Bangalore. I don’t let other’s talk ruin my opinion about the person. But my difficulty is when my mind is set. When I have already shaped up my ideas about someone, I find it difficult to change.

Whatever a person does, different from what I expect him to, seems artificial to me. I get even more bugged up with such people. Not only do they fail to impress they put me off completely. I have debated within myself plenty of times whether I should change such premonitions. The “good devil” says I should change but then “It’s tough to break premonitions!!”