Friday, June 26, 2009

Miss you Mic :-(


"Though you are far apart, You are always in my heart"

I am going to miss you for ever Mic. Music world has lost a brilliant singer, great dancer and the KING OF POP . I am very sad because you left me, when i wanted you to perform in London this month.I am broken because you didn't give me another chance to hear your voice and witness your dance. I am disappointed because you didn't prove your critics wrong. No one else can fill this void. No one else can.

I love you Mic, always.


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Saturday, June 6, 2009

Take Me There Please, Will You?

Two days back, David Yang, my friend, asked me what would i wish him to bring me from China. I told him to bring me the replica of "Great Wall of China". Mano, who was coming for a vacation from Egypt, asked me my wish. Guess what? I asked for the Pyramid. Sankar, my friend, asked me what would be my wish list. There are many, many friends who have wondered whether i really have a wish list. Do i look so lifeless? Come on guys, here is my wish list. Let us have fun.

I thought i can just post my wish list here. So that, every friend of mine, can grant my wish, whenever they could. :)

Here it goes:

There is a blue misty place in the sky where there is no trace of living beings except you and me. Imagine the solitary silence and the sound of our breathe. How romantic! Will you take me there?

Take me to the top of the mountain where the water falls originate from. I want to see where does water come from.Did you say that snow melts into water? Then where does Snow originate from? Take me there please. Will you?

Take me to a cave where water drips every moment and leaves a smooth bed of pebbles immersed in water. I want to lie there and feel the cold and smooth stones.Lets enjoy the darkness and the loneliness. Shall we?

I want you to take me, right now, to our dream land. Do you remember the dream that we both had? We walked into the falls and then into a cave. We found a pool right in the middle of the land. The surrounding was neat and calm except the sound of the breeze that came from the bamboo trees. The sound still echos in my mind. The sound that hummed like a mild drum beats.I want to hear the sound again. Take me there please.

Wow, that was a pleasant experience. The evening when you dropped me back home from the beach. Do you remember that? It was raining heavily. And you had to drop me back home soon and get back to work. We didn't have the time to wait for the rain to stop. We both enjoy traveling in the rain and so we decided to keep going. We enjoyed the cold wind as well as the cool rain water running from head to toes.The visibility on the road was poor. Do you remember that we were taken by surprise, when we almost bumped into a bus which was going ahead? That was an exciting ride. I want to go for the ride again. Shall we?

Wish list is not going to end here. But the time demands me to end it now and get back to work. So guys, stay tuned to read more on my wishes, if you really want to know me better.

Wish you all a happy week ahead.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Mental Model

This man comes to our house once in every two days. He stands in front of our closed gate. He stands there without making any noise until my mom comes out of our house to place some hot food on his odd shaped plate. Mom does this to every person who comes asking for alms. She don't ever offer cold food to anybody. She is very popular, as a person who offers hot food to whoever comes hungry at our door.I have seen the sweepers, rag pickers, watchmen etc asking for food when they find my mom at the front gate.

Sure, the sight of him standing there wearing the same dirty clothes covering his thin body, dry and unruly hairs, irritated me.He used to come to our home everyday morning and stood there without calling anyone for alms. Only when any of the family member came out to run some errands, do we notice him standing there.He kept standing there for hours together without making any noise. Mom used to give him food everyday morning. We thought that he was deaf and dumb. I once saw him feeding the stray dogs on the street from his plate. I told my mom about this. She said that somebody would have offered him stale food.

House maid has told my mom that she saw him talking to the people in the nearby bus stop. Mom was angry. She thought that this man was ashamed of asking for alms. The next day mom turned him empty handed. She also scolded him for his attitude. We didn't see the man for months together. He appeared suddenly one day morning and was waiting in the front gate. He looked paler than he was earlier. Mom took pity on him and gave him some food. He said, "Mai, do putra hai mera. par ek bhi mujhe dhek bal nahi karta" ("Mom, i have two sons. But no one takes care of me") and started crying. I was moved by his tears. Looking at an old man who sounded helpless at the fag end of his life made me feel very sad.

We then realised that he speaks in different language. And he wouldn't have understood whatever mom has told him the other day. Because we speak Tamil in Tamilnadu, South India and this old man is from North India.He would have made out from my mom's angry face, that she didn't want to give him food anymore. And avoided coming to our home all these months.

Now, whenever he appear in our front gate, we feel pity for him.I don't get angry any more, when i see this man, standing in front of the closed gate.

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