GLUG GLUG your heart says something LISTEN!

Listen, my chums my readers, everyone, absolutely everybody!'

'Listen, I have some important information.'

'Do you know what your heart says every second or every micro second?'

It is giving you happiness its beating for you it loves you.

Sounds like a trip to narcissism so let be its not harmful all I am asking  you is for heaven sake be happy every second!

'C, mon you can't simply be sad.'

Do you know you are the most adorable person , special person on this planet because you are reading this post of a bright writer who wants so much changes so much goodness for you !

Yes GLUG GLUG GLUG you heart is beating fast it wants you to be happy every second its hopeful watchful hardworking every second it loves you!

Remember be happy every second let all the sadness vanish away from now.

You are the most brightest star
you are born of a star
remember we are all
the particles of a star rock
we are the star kids.

ha ha look at my starry poem !

Yes we are the kids of a gigantic star which exploded and gave rise to the planets and inside us is the particles of that star.

Our big Mama Papa Star which was the KING of all the Universes .

So you and we my friends we are from the star we are alive we can go anywhere so lets go!

Lets go where we want to go!

GLUG GLUG GLUG the star particle inside beats and beats for you to remind you of the great STAR we were once !

sudden view from a time machine

According to the great Scientist Mr.Stephen Hawking, logically we humans cannot travel back in time ,because it would kill the time machine or the time portal by radiation from the past sitting between length breadth and height and the third dimension time.

But I want to be positive here and want to believe we can at least watch what happened before us through a crystal ball or a television screen .

Imagine the view......"A lonely traveler dressed in white robes jumps off from a weary horse back ,and walks through the narrow path of stairs to meet the eyes he trusted so much."

We see "The huge yellow lamps burning furiously to show him the way up."


Then here "The cracked rock walls cry out the pain of its wars and loves ."

The Mourning Maids  signal dark hours to come.

There is no welcome but faces bowed down and tears flowing effortlessly in bright young faces.

And the weary traveler dusts off the crimson dirt from his robes before entering the huge chamber of the queen.

A princess lies in her bed with green lamps burning around it.

The maid is anointing balm on the princesses feet and one decorated the most prettiest and deep fragrant  Rajini Gandhas on the black clouds like hair.

"You have been late" cries the queen from the room adjacent .

"She waited a thousand nights to get a glimpse of you ."

"Oh my god!" cries the traveler with his beating heart and begs the princess to wake up .

But there she lay with no expression and the traveler kissed the cold eyes of the beauty.

What secrets lies back in time ?What was it like to be in past?Why did the traveler come back?What made him so late?

And the traveler walks back slowly through the steps carrying his sleeping princess in his arms and promises the queen that he will get the princesses health back.

The drums beat and the guards  close the giant gates and the black war horse gallops with the traveler and the princess .

I am hoping the princess recovers because I love sweet endings.

Take You to the Mauve HAVEN

Before reading a small prelude to this post.Why I thought songs can lift us to another realm of pure magic .

When I went scared and sat on my Grandfather's lap for escaping my child blues Grandfather (Miss him :( our own papa jack ) used to sing a golden olden song in a deep but clear and smooth baritone(all our grandfathers SONG)which went like   ~~~~~~And you row >>>>>>>>>>merrily merrily & >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>merrily merrily life is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>but a >>>>>>>>>>>>> dream.~~~~~~~"

So.......?


Dearest mates pals friends chums buddies babans & babas lets Go!

Where the music never stops at the pinkish purplish places.

~~~~~~Fantasy is a dream of thoughts with wide open eyes ,when we think about blissful times in babyish but glorious  sunny and colorful  in days and wintery snow flakes shimmering and falling on our windows in nights ,rowing on the "me" river with moon beams glistening and enticing the darkish waters ,with an angel with mermaid like deep set wide eyes staring with feverish love and innocence and speaks French.~~~~~~


I believe Fantasies have the power to clean our cluttered  brains and remove its clay particles and we be free from the black heads inside our brains.

Our haven our home inside our nubile brain.

Lets go!~~~~~~~~~~Sailing with the night trip ticket to the Mauve Haven in ur room.

I am taking you to that Mauve lights where you listen to your green day , rock or pop or ghazal or carnatic music or your coke studio music from Sampath or any of YouR favourite DJ.

And you dip deeper into the Mauve lights flashing easily on your face and you dance like mad to release all your blues.

Let go !Let go! the Mauve members and dancers and DJs shout.Dance away your worries.

 Forget all your bads and enjoy your GooD.

Sing again

Play it one more time Baby!

Kisi Ka Dil Machalta Hai """"""""Yeh Manzar Dekhkar Jaana Chale AAna Zaraa Tehro~~~~~~

Tehariye Hosh Meh AAloon"""""""""""" Toh Chale Jaayiyega"""""""Aap ke Dil meh bita loon Toh Chale Jaayiyegaa~~~~~~~~

Eh Mere Hum safar Ek Zara Intazaar"""""""""Sun Sadaayen Deh Rahi heh Manzil Pyar ki~~~~~~~

Sing it and dance with your hair down shaking .

La Isla Bonita """""and when the sun goes down""""This is where I want to go La isla Bonita~~~~~~~

GOOD.BE GOOD .

DANCE!

ITS YOUR PARTY!

Sing with me...."I am having a me party."

YOUR HAVING A ME(YOUR) PARTY!

The wide calm utopian space of less

My friends do you know how much times I have longed for the less?

Less to me is everything !

I want the little life of a fisherman with his little wife and little kid .

Back in the last bench ,of a thatched roof , criss-cross bamboo walled , first grade classroom , a child listening wide eyed to my crisp cotton ironed sareed Mrs.Vimala Robert , describing a cute tale of fishermen and the waiting wives with fish in baskets and conch shell playing kids in bright happy colored dress .

I long for the sea and the boat and the oar and the energetic "Eyelasa" when the boat is pushed towards the gigantic waves with ease and merry.

But here we are with so much sounds ,so much sex ,so much food , so much clothes ,so much money .Where is "LESS"?

Less my needs .Less  from distraction ,less  from jealousy ,less  from  enemy ,less  from more.

Why is "more " eating our lives?

Close your eyes imagine you are in Utopian sands caressing your worn-out-from-pedicure toes, feel the sea breeze nourishing and giving love to your soul and allowing dreams to be possible since less dreams allow better dreams.

Cry out to your friends and sail the seas on an old yatch  discover new lands and collect the little cheap stones on the shore .

When are we going to appreciate the less?

Less is good and un-complicated .

The clean wide sea calling you in a deep voice and telling you life is great life is merry life is super!

Don't give up my friend never ,less will come ,dream on,wait and hope on!

The long running success of beauty or sweet indulgence of pretty faces .

Well  today Beauty sells and  is counted just like it was in yesterdays India.

 Only thing it has become more deep  deeper into our wet staring lusty eyes and hungry blood.

Is it possible to de-throne beauty once for all?(Ouch okay i understand!huh)

Just few days back I lost another job to young and beautiful people who were more wanted and liked by hungry people.

How long will I suffer due to the demand for beauty or rather lack of it?

I feel its rather cold of people to refuse jobs to an ugly person like me.

What should I do ? Fall off or jump off(with parachutes) from a high cliff ? (Suggested by online heroes )

Well I am not intending to give up on myself yet!(Got it you......,......,......)

BTW, the under lying need for beauty seems to be the constant search for the disgusting sex!(closing eyes )

I do not understand why living creatures have to equate every bloody thing in life and earth to sex ?(Angry)

What does the creature gain by creating new copies of itself on earth ,which I have understood is the possible outcome of sex ?(Old age help?Is it? huh please gimme a break)

Why do we show in TV serials all the fat people running crazy for thinner younger beauties?(Or was it me running behind........never mind a little bit of lies is not bitter,right?)

Everything from business , art ,films , jobs, friendship (errrr ...hmmm who did ever say beauty lies in the eyes of well ...? )(sneezing due to over temper) ...seems to live and multiply by beauty!

If only sex was not required to multiply ,if only multiplication was never needed ,if only copies are not valued  for old age ...then beauty will never be in fashion.

Some rebels like me even connect beauty based discrimination to racism .

Look at the alarming number of people rejected every second in India based on looks! 

But beauty exists stubbornly Oh! (cant live without ot ,u see !)............and that too here , my friends here even in here(hope u understood) ...and very much alive .in India , thanks to the beautiful faces,they are multiplying ,thanks to the hungry genes and younger hormones walking around hungrily with saliva oozing from its open lips . (crying due to tempers and peppers )

In meantime I gave some fish left overs to a Tom Cat in the balcony , who was very regal and proud and slow and  ate it like a king and walked or rather glided and then lay stretching on the dry white surface .Just when I was beginning to feel good and I thought ,that thank God some things never change and there are pets to are rescue and went to get more fish,there that very moment ,I stopped , came back and studied the feline and I become furious.Why?The damn black and white cuddly pet was beautiful .(Oh  hoh !Tring Ding ,bells rang ,my eyebrows raised and smiling artificially I slowly accepted my defeat )

All the beautiful flowers ,all pretty pets , all pretty cars , all pretty microbes Oh ...its everywhere ,cant seem to stop it with my nets and bombs .....and its multiplying (Noooooo!)hungrily in damp hot rains .(Yucky....me to join .....well ...errrr,not a bad idea but ..  Nahi.....Never .....Oh no one saw me ,thank god.)

Good heavens ,,huh is beauty my enemy or rather the lack of it ?(That done it!)

What is the use of an artificial friend ?

Have you often wondered how artificiality enters your life? Its not the sweet smiles used to overcome social gatherings that I am referring to .

Here the villain I am describing is your friend who is a foe inside.
How does one identify the wolf in the sheep's clothing?

Some great advisers say that we need friends who create problems for us and give us some thing to run behind every time we start sitting on the laurels of sudden bliss.

Might be true, but again problems become new paths and success only by luck and some great people say luck is only hard work.

So there are uses of artificial friends after all. I feel so funny thinking that in the bottom of it all, artificial friends use all their wits just so that we get a blessing in disguise of a curse,while they actually wanted it the other way round.

Lesson " all back stabs are not to be seen dangerous and far from it they have to be cuddled and smooched upon."One never knows how!

The popular Hindi Film song pictured on the legendary Smitha Patil about Friendship , sings that Friend has done such a deed that even an enemy never dares to do , my friend  has given me sadness for a lifetime. It seems possible !

Well if you have the heart and brains to get up from such a deed of a misguided foolish  foe who was in a friends form ,then you have completely un-served the purpose of this friend-foes hard work.

Hoping everyone finds out the foe who is around you like your friend and blow the horn before getting free from such time wasters and fools.

The stygian again

At the time when a thunder roars at  the purple sky ,he emerges from his lonely den.

 On a horse he gallops like a medieval knight. with flashing chains and gnarling dark armors he leaps into the darkness to bring light banishing ignorance.

Where cowards and fools destroy the balance of the world  , he polishes his finger tips sword with words and ideas that he types away sitting on his chair like a soldier at war with evil.

He brings the crying mothers and fathers and children ,there due freedom .

 He sees sense within confusion .

Words are his bullets and bombs scattering over the ever hungry monsters of falsehood and smiling traitors of today.He blogs with a passion of a singer and the intensity of a dancer. Never does he rests until he sees happiness for his fellow people .

The lord of the weak, the king of the sick .He is confidant about the world and shall restore its critical balance .A writer , his word bombs are also torches that show us the path to peace.

He awakens our senses and lenses towards the unwanted crimes  and their unwanted innocent victims.

Goldsmith of words he ignites the days and nights of the poor and needy.

Stygian .The brave writer who removes the blind spot in our brains.

Why is Sadness endless.

I am with sadness as usual and I am not able to find peace.

Not able to fit in any group in the great great society and they all leave me alone .

Some suggest to change the blogs design.

And so I feel I do not fit in the normal bloggers list.

Why is this happening ?

No one reads my blog posts.

No one knows I am alive.

I am in my grave dreaming about life.

Nightmares and tears are the most happening thing in my life.

My sadness is destroying me slowly as I can feel its claws scraping away my body and soul.

Is my sadness endless ?

BEST USE OF MONEY IN HAND

I have always felt that we stash away our money for no use .

When we get some money through work or salary or
selling property we must invest in land or house or flats.

That way we become more efficient .We need a house good or bad its basic.

 Later we can rent it out or sell it for a clean profit.

Even land is hot property everyone needs it!

Money in hand must be invested for tomorrow that is something we need to
 teach everyone on this planet.

I found many links to useful money making mantras and ideas.

http://onecentatatime.com/quick-cash-earn-money-quickly/

http://www.howstuffworks.com/personal-finance/financial-planning/10-ways-make-money-on-the-side.htm

http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Money-Fast

http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Money-with-Free-Online-Surveys

Marketing your own blog is the best bet.

Make a great blog with perfect keywords then you will be paid .

There is so much to do in this great big party of life.

We must learn to love the good inside us

I woke up at 3.41 am now and I am typing this post because I feel very deeply that most of us do not see the good talents inside us .

Good , means the nice things to hear ,the worldly acceptable good .The side of us that tells us to do good beautiful things to the already sensitive world.

I saw a program on TV about teenagers doing serious crimes in "India ". I cannot believe that we have such alarming crimes happening every second.

The teenagers allegedly were jealous of their friend and decided to go against her by putting themselves down.

Why do we think so much about others ,when there is so much goodness in us waiting to be seen ,heard by the world.

Its easy to see that we do not love the nice side of us. The talented side,the artist,the poet,the social worker ,the dancer,the writer ,the altruistic lover of  the burdened hurt world.The milk of human kindness boiling inside us and spilling all over wasted , with no one to find it.

I asked myself how much do I hate some people  ?
 Why this anger ? Why this war on my own kind ?

We need to love the philanthropist hiding within us .Liberate that smiling face that is begging to love the world and offer some help !This is what makes us alive and unique, we want to help others, we want to use our talents ,we are humans never can we rest , we are much better than we know about us!

Unleash the tiger of goodness now.

Collecting plastic bags @ your place.

Hi readers today is a bandh in Kerala . Politics is such a crowded place in India  that no matter where you start cleaning it , you end cleaning more ! That said, we need cleaning in our houses too . Just look at the plastic bags around our houses . So much indeed .

I try to collect all the big small tiny plastic bags of all colors into a large plastic cover so that I don't have to burn it .

 But I do not know what to do of the thicker plastic box , bottles, cosmetics bottle etc. they pile up to hundreds a year and the waste collector buys them for lesser money whenever he comes.

That way i do not burn them too.

But How do we stop the use of plastics ?

Is it possible ?

Plastic takes millions of years to decompose .

So they make up a huge waste hazard.

I don't even know anything about computer and electronic plastic and other wastes.Scary indeed.

How do we recycle them ?

The great Pranayama

Words are not enough to emphasize the beauty of Pranayama .

I 've been practicing it for just two days and I feel my breathing is far better .(Still way lots to learn about it and to do it.)

First use your right or left hand fingers to press your nose in such a way that it blocks the nostrils.

Use your  thumb to press the  right side of your nose and the index finger for the left side.

Now ,it is simple breathe in  or inhale through right nostril for a count of 3 and exhale through the left .

Then ,breathe in or inhale to a count of three through the left nostril and exhale through the right for a count of three.

Isn't it easy ?

Caution! "Do ask the expert guidance of a pranayama doctor or yoga guru of the correct way to do Pranayama .

You have to try it to see the change !

Look below , the scene of a rain fed lush green grass land .