Am i a theist?

One system of belief which is now commonly referred through the name called RELIGION, has its roots/origin as mysterious as the concept/phenomenon called GOD itself.. Even people who make a point that GOD doesnt exist can't say religions don't.. It is quite evident in different forms and spread accross the various landmass on this planet inspite of being separated by salty elixir.. On much pondering on what could be the reason behind, it could have very well been the cumulative belief that existed in every hearts of the homo sapiens living in a specific region.. Lack of information about the different topographic regions on earth would have made the belief amongst people stronger day by day.. Which in turn would have created a sense of superiority to each individuals to the belief they had amongst themselves..

The evolution doesnt happen just to apes alone..it happened to humans as well..not greatly through physique but extremely through intellect.. human brain with more folds on it was able to find information on other parts of the planet.. and the movement/travel to those regions were desired... when such travel was made possible by the evolved apes, the belief did sail thru the oceans and settle in diff parts.. the desire to visit places transformed into awe seeing the resources in the regions...which made the desire to trade and success in trade meant more power.. when more power was there..the ruling natured beast came in picture.. whoever had the power.. the first thing they made sure was establishing the belief of themselves into those ruled regions..even at the cost of abandoning/destroying the regional belief... This way the R word spread everywhere and it started making ppl think the feel they had towards their belief was stronger than the oppponent who was ruling or suppressing.. but the spreading was not seamless and included huge gory blood baths..... for a man who was able to understand the sounds spoken, adapted to weather conditions and food habits.. the flexibility in belief was never possible....

The natives in each regions... had their own businesses.. and kingdoms that existed had workers for every task that needs to be done.. each were branded a name and the further generations added it to the tail of their names... The founder would not have had a single clue that each petty names which were added to the tails of individuals would get enlisted in various matrimonial sites...under a drop down called CASTE... fights amongst families with common tail.. made way for subcastes... a further source to get confused..

Wel..well..how did this business strategies followers got gelled into the belief system... Isn't that much similar to Software engineers, bank employees, doctors and factory workers supporting a country on their national game ?? to a greater extent yes.. but when the game gets over...everyone gets back to their work and no one working in a specific work stop their kids choose a very different line of work.. reasons might be galore.. money or status or watever.. its not neglected...but that isnt the case when it comes to our HERO alias CASTE....he is considered as the Darling of the masses... even ppl in poverty do cling on to it... when we wonder why is it so important.. the answer an average individual who considers himself as loser gives a reason.. society... whufff...there is no dearth of sense of humour... society could be defined as a group of ppl with a specific thought processs.. It is not even to the level of jury... who can come to conclusion but this group could only pass on comment... when it is so...why is that considered so high??

Many likes to cling on to it coz they were secluded and avoided by the rest... in a country which hails of all the sacred literary works...there exists temples which asks men to take their shirt off and come... it could have very well been a way to find a persons specific tail name.. and no..defintely not for a mr handsome competition happening..

Revolutions used to happen to tame this wild stream that flows thru generations and it keeps on happening... giving colored cups for ppl needing water and abandoning it after the usage are just samples for these stuffs... nature of work of individuals though got changed vastly compared to their tail identity... its not gone even to a smaller extent..

When a supposedly intellectual, so called broad minded guy...looks for all the specific details related to the anatomy of the waggin part, on a matrimonial portal... hmm..nothing could be commented more.. probably its again the unwilling mindset of ppl to change the rituals they are performing for ages..it could very well give quite a few heart breaks!!

Many stop their belief in GOD when bad things happen to them and start their anti GOD theories...many times they work so hard..that they come up with startling findings...some real stories told on the things happened in history..Its again the inabilityto digest facts or silly nature of humans to get offended when someone says there is no GOD... simple reason is we are trying to define soemthing and expecting that to be in the way we want and if doesnt fall in place... either stop believing or abolish the evidences against it... This keeps on happening forever and nothing could really stop it.....

If someone thinks what i am upto after reading watever ive written...and if someone doubts if i am an atheist trying to vent my anger or a theist pretending like the opposite..
watever it is...never ever ask anyone wat is the name of their TAIL!!! you might get your HEAD AXED for sure in some revolution someday!!!

SFS - A Syndrome with cure...

It was the day I packed my bags for my first travel thru the various layers of atmosphere to a landmass on the planet several kilometres far and up in terms of distance/altitude!!... Missing friends is always a pain but heard from ppl that missing their dear ones is like playing soccer with a hamstring injury...horrible pain!!! Fortunately (or unfortunately?) i didn’t get any chance to get those feelings... Dear ones?? Well there have been many... right from school days crushes used to come frequently to me with consistency.. Its almost a decade now and it incessantly travelled with me!!

I feared if someone took out the mandrakes only to realise that the screeching sounds of aircraft are no different... But it didn’t really matter to me coz of the bright and bubbly damsels working for the Deusch spoken airlines... why was this language not taught in our schools?? Or in college?? If I had known Deusch i could have approached those ppl and made an impression....Hmm.... that doesn’t make a difference.. Why was that impression not made against the women speaking same mother tongue as mine?? Or why was the effort not taken?? Before i could figure out the answer for these questions that arose I was startled seeing a fact on a magazine provided and from then I started hating magazines for giving blunt/true facts!!! “The Ratio of men to women is 10:7 in India” were the words englossed....

Then it means for any guy to get a girl...he shud come in the top 7... My position was worser than the tenth... I wont even be in the contention since am moving out of the country!!! GODs must be crazy!!! Only on these occasions we get a doubt if GOD is really there!!! I hope he is there atleast as a hope in every heart that looks out for things or as love in the heart that needs it...

After several months of my journey, my position is rock solid as it used to be..... New country and different lifestyle had represented lots of difference in culture as well.. My friends used to ask if I found a person in the opposite sex here(believe me...it has a deeper meaning)!! The reply they used to get is a smile... reason is not my reluctance...its just the availability...What can a guy do if he is single and looking... and opposite gender are either committed or engaged or married... By hard work I spotted one girl attractive and pretty who was single but she was accompanied by her kid...Is this a santoor ad or wat...I wont repent.. Dont pity me..Am not the only one in this kinda situation...

As times passed by, mailboxes were flooded with invitations from my female friends...most of the grooms were residing in the country known as world power.. The beauty salons in Chennai became deserted since the guys affected by US groom syndrome never came to visit... Thiruvalluvars in the making.. Dont get me wrong here... there wasn’t anything wrong that those female friends did but the guys who were affected by this should be the ones to miss the seventh rank by a narrow margin... i believe the survey results now...

Conversation with the budding thiruvalluvars meant that I need to put up a filter to desalinate the flow of words coming from their vocal cord filled with anger... First word wud be ``screw the guys from the so called super power``... I felt little relieved coz am not living in that country!!! So they are not screwing me.... My condition is not so great... I call up my friends in another country and do the same thing!!! :D

So what can be done now to dry periods existing in the lives of guys under this category.. Trying to expertise on the facts, one thing was found..It must be the female infanticide that existed in the country few generations back that caused the off balance in the ratio...It should be that Karuthamma oldie behind this..

Well am going to spread a noble campaign of stopping female infanticide..else guys in the future generation would be affected by syndromes like SFS...Single Forever Syndrome...

Never mind guys... If u look back at history, great achievers are single...
We are Abdul kalam, Vajpai, Vinoba baave, Nithyananda...ooops..Vivekananda in the making...
Optimism isn’t it...

PS: All the characters and incidents covered in this post are fictious. Resemblance to any person living or dead or myself is purely coincidental :)

Insanity...

My room is really messy.. a bachelor’s paradise indeed....i don’t feel this often but realized it when i was frantically searching for the head ache medicine.. i wished all things manufactured on this planet would have a GPS system embedded...intensity of the ache really kindled my thought process...the name englossed...yuppie..I remembered it and was glad that am not affected by short term memory loss..

There is a always a logic by which people use to remember things... If that was missed then they become a patient... touch wood..i didn’t become one in this case since the brand of the panacea advertises to cure the ache of das sar!!!!... my hindi knowledge was not bad as i thought... (i passed the first level of hindi exams in second class writing with kids who are one third of my age)... am saying this with pride coz i passed the exams unexpectedly!!! Well I knew das means ten from the famous number sung by Maduri counting the numerals .. which implicitly means I knew to count till 13...

But the surprising thing is how i got to know tat sar means head??... thanks to Abishake machan...Das sar vale!!!... oh wow... did Raavan(an) really have ten heads??? Was he having one central nervous system controlling ten of his heads?? Or ten separate CPUs working, controlling and behaving as a single person....

Whatever it is how did he handle the dard in ten different heads?? Heart feels and brain thinks.... and yogis say both these needs to be in sync to live to the fullest.. i wondered if that will work for a 10:1 ratio...i used to be palpitated at times due to my continuous thought process and feel bad over the evil that men do... would a person with more than one skull be able to control all such things that eminates from all its source??? Every day activity becomes a ten man army comprising people speaking entirely unrelated languages without understanding each other... none doesn’t strike a chord to the other...

History reiterated the fact that the ten headed monster was killed for his deeds...deeds are always controversial.... but everyone has his own reason for the mistakes done... To err is human and to forgive is divine...which infers...the humans would be forgiven by the divine.... am not sure if it really happened... making an epic out of a short story is common but in reality big story out of sad stories never happens..,, but why should a land be cursed upon billions of years after the end of one emperor... a king is only a representative of the country but he is not the whole country... many times we see representatives in class not coming first.... this means that best need not represent the group and the representative is the best to represent the group...confused?? so am i...

Some famous words say..history is written by winners..so when people motivate to create history...do they mean to win with truth or just triumph...my guess is the latter is always considered though i was taught “truth alone triumphs”... due to this the sole aim becomes to win a mission and the ten headed monster that resides in everyone wakes up... men start thinking in multiple perspective which misses the link between the little hearts and the bigger brains... these mission and triumphs sometimes end up as battle.. but the brain when it kills the life inside the skeleton forgets the fact that the innocent heart is also killed... without any reason... when ten different people with similar aim come together and it magnifies negatively if it is against the welfare of few...and it only multiplies...
Then does that mean everyone has multiple personality disorder... well its not termed disorder until the body of the personality knows about each of his/her personality... most ppl know that they have different personalities inside them...many being dark...

The darkness moved away suddenly as my pupils focussed on some bright rays falling in from the windows after my ear drums heard some phonic waves... GOD...it is my own alarm... the thing adjacent to that was the much needed panacea i was searching for... am not sure if it cures the ache in ten heads.. but it cured the one that’s fixed on me..now i know...i shud keep this in a safer and easier place to remember..or maybe tattoo it on me.. it wud give less headache and eliminate any dream of this sort....Well i need to kick start my day and live my dream...to make it a reality...my dream?? well..its better not to dive into this ocean of pensieve...

Maestro from Mumbai...

Hard work and determination brings success to people but what makes them champion is their ability to rise up like a phoenix when they are written off..
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar… the mighty master in 5’4”frame always proved ppl right that he is a champion… this is a tribute to the ICON I have in my heart from childhood…

The word cricket is known as a sport in some countries, an insect in many countries and as a religion in few countries!!!
The GOD of cricketing religion emerged from one such peninsular country…
History had always told about child prodigies but the chance to witness them when they are on song doesn’t come to all.. I guess am lucky…

The legend was born at a time where One day internationals was also a new born child…The cricketing world could not wait more than one and half decade for the birth of a master in the sport..Wallop came for the quickies who threatened batsmen from the subcontinent with their pace and beamers.. the weapon they used to threaten were sent to the fences in double the speed in which it was shot out…

Whole world opened their mouths in awe to see a young kid blasting out the bowlers of twice his size…
The little boy from Mumbai made a statement to the world that his nose bleed would give nose cuts to the bowlers….he gave that through cuts from his willow…
Aggression was bundled in that tiny frame..it exploded time and again… but this dynamite brought happiness in the air and made people breathe easy in Indian cricket…. The little master…he was no longer the “amul” baby of Indian cricket.. he became a brand ambassador to “boost” the energy of people..

There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character and now it was time for the third kind…

The consistency and quality in work would give promotions for people in their jobs…it happened with Sachin as well… the promotion was to open the scoring for team India… in him we found an opener we never imagined…
Success came to team India on a consistent basis whenever he was successful but it became so dominant that one point it was becoming a single man show and the team’s cohesion came down…

Every calendar year could see 1k runs scored in any form of the game by an Indian player… the first rank holder being obvious at most times...
As people say appearances are deceptive and smaller grains are tough to crack… this happened with all the opponent teams..
However the little toughie always dreamt of contributing to team’s glory..
No one can forget the lofted drives he used to give to the quickies when he was on song……the blonde leggie from oz mentioned that he lost his sleep due to dreams of balls going over his head for half a dozen runs….
The contest which had lot of expectations and hype proved out one sided with the winner being obvious.. critics across the borders kept their mouth zip locked seeing the swash buckling innings over the so called “champions”…
If it was not with the bat he dominated them through the bowling weapon…

Sharjah would not forget Sachin…nor the aussies… The sand storm which made ppl blind was silenced by an Indian “Gale” who just stood there determined watching the wind blow out the sands of the deserts… is he an alchemist???…I still wonder….

After a while it was time for critics again to say consistent performer could not raise his game at crunch times and bring glory to team… the champion raised his game and performed in crunch only to bring in back pain of high severity… in movies we used to see police cops taking bullets out from their shoulders and going for fight…. I saw something similar in reality when he played a breathtaking innings in my hometown Chennai…. Couldn’t bring a win for the team but that innings still stays in heart for many ppl… nothing could stop him… even his dad’s death would make this unstoppable assassin emote only through the MRF endorsed timber.. hats off to u….

At one time I had all the international centuries that he made in my mind but it became a complex task as years passed by.. it was due to the phenomenal record this guy broke time and again… and definitely not coz of me getting old..

Every champion need not be a great leader…. It happened with him too.. pathetic form of Indian team was witnessed when he led the side.. but that’s where he stands apart in taking up the role of leading by example which and it was/is more apt to him… it only got the better of himself… when stones were thrown at the doors & windows of Indian cricketers for their poor play in 2k3 world cup the master blaster opened the doors of opportunity to snatch the World cup… the first step he took was taking up responsibility and stating to Indian public for their support… the words were not uttered just from the tongue and he proved that it came deep from the heart… Though india finished runners in the tournament it was the winner of hearts… First ever win in oz…first ever win in Britain…Kiwi land…Zimbabwe…. All had a fine and crisp touch of the legend’s batting quill… the ink would be drained out from my quill if I need to write all those…

Tennis elbow…back injuries could only make this maestro from Mumbai stronger than ever…. And couple of days back it took world record…first ever double ton in history of one day internationals to make critics silent again…
When people wonder what is there more for this person to achieve…he comes up with a new record and performance and answer people’s thoughts…

There were always two kind of people in the universe..one reach success through hard work and talent… another retain the hard fought success with their character….third one do the first two in an infinite loop…People call him SACHIN TENDULKAR in India…

Jai ho!!! - Oct 11, 2009

We the Fanatics of Allah Rakha Rahman…came to know how tough the journey to JAI HO would have been for him.
For us it was a long musical journey from Velachery to a godforsaken place.
This was the huge crowd we guys seen in live for any performance. It was few thousands more than what would be there for an INDIA Pak cricketing encounter in Chennai.

The wait was getting longer for everyone in the crowd. Sound checks happening over there helped our cause by making us guess the song list for performance.It only made our ears much more hungry. Award ceremonies happening and founders of the MARG association talking about the project and its social importance reached us as mere sound waves bypassing the ears without striking a chord in the brain.

Then came the big announcement that the program would commence in few minutes. The wait would have been for 300 seconds but the guesses we made for the first song would be close to 300C5 and it came to a halt when an ice cool sound emitted from a vocal cord said “When music makes u think, moves u to action then I think music is working”. Yes, it was true music made us think and moved us to action in a span of few micro seconds hearing the first syllable he pronounced. People erupted like a molten lava out of a mountain and were in air for a considerable amount of time.

Starting off with Jaage hain from guru.. things were getting restless for the crowd with Khalbali, energy reverberated everyone..thanks to drums mani and Keith peters slapping the bass guitar!! Though it was happening in Chennai “Dilli” became our yaar..with the female singer singing out in a variety of microphones.. Couldn’t believe it happening….telling it DIL SE RE!!Never knew item numbers would be this much entertaining when Swetha sung Rig Rig Ringa(accompanied by another female singer) and maiya maiya… there were myriad expressions both in the vocals and movements. Could never see a belly dance as decent and cute as this.

Hariharan’s singing kadhal rojave moved to roja jaane mann in the charanam.. Sadhana sargam was rendering the female vocals was not as impressive as the original. Chandralekha was a modified version with the bhajan like beats in the charanam.. gave a different feel... made ppl smile.. HUMMA HUMMA was breathtaking and mustafa mustafa made everyone nostalgic with waves of hands all around.. Javed Ali singing Jash ne bahara and dil gara guy singing..kabhi kabhi were soothing.

People who thought Rahman was very far were able to catch a glimpse of him. Thanks to the crane that took him close to the crowd. Though he couldn’t afford to give free hugs, he threw free hats to people. All this happened for Jiya se Jiya. For the first time in my life I felt like am hearing a prophecy. It was when he was talking about the important thing in a relationship, accepting people as they are. Rehna tu..ARR.

Then he tested by asking “Chennai are you alright” with vocal effects added to fiqrana. IT was really a travel under water for a span of 5 mins continued by a taxi ride.

Changing to white kurtas after a break, it started off with a medley of azeem shah, rukmani vocals and veera pandi kotayile. Things turned out divine with a harmonium, white cap on head and a pure innocent voice heart reflecting in the voice. IT came out through the much awaited khwaja je and arziyan(Javed ali adding to the melody).

Hariharan’s unplugged with Rahman on grand piano took things to a different place. Tamizha tamizha made Indian tri color flying amidst the crowd and uyire uyire made waves for a long time in the hearts. Things got intensified with mani’s solo performance in his well spread drum kit(it contained most non living things that could produce a beat).

Arriving much late for the performance Chinna kuyil Chitra started off with kannalane. Little bit off beat was compensated by the full throated khawali humming in the interludes. The charanam then became flawless. Chennai moved to alapuzha with the Malayalam version of jiya chale.. It was chitra again.Ey hairathee by Hariharan and sadhana was way too relaxing also with the chill humming. Aye bachu provided the bang again followed by rollicking beats for chaiya chaiya..

The dark sky was lit up by fireworks during JAI HO and vande mataram.. Though the clocks ticked late into the light we moved fast to catch our bus reluctantly.

The ending words spoken by Rahman were surprising.. It was a collection of thanks to all the people who made it happen but telling the whole crowd “certain mistakes could have gone unnoticed..We will give a better performance next time”… We knew why he is a legend now. Brave enough to admit and humble enough to thank.

He made the location a blessed one through his musical soul and its not godforsaken anymore.
Am proud to say that am a Rahmaniac or a fanatic or any word related to the context

JAI HO!!!!