Life in a magic world

Seems so simple, But, there are many who cant dream of a sqare meal....!

When the sun light peeps through the window in the morning, eyes search for the wall clock to check time whether its too late to get up. body hessitates to accept another day, mind is already tired and lost.... wished I would have not waken up forever, but as a mockry of fact... I am alive even today...... reaching the workplace, and seeing no change in the mentality of either the staff nor the students... grievances everywhere and excuses every side... every one has a point that substaiate their view, when the day progresses slowly in its path no hunger or thirst hits me back but just tired to move each inch again to do the work required from my side atleast... lot of people die every minute, every day... dont know why I spared out each day like an extended grace time for me alone too see the agony of life and people, nothing much to earn or learn, no desire to do anything again only waiting for the time to come... asif my messenger is somewhere beh...

I was in the class in the afternoon  and phone started ringing continuously. I cancelled each call, but it continued to ring. The number was strange and I really got annoyed and switched off it for time being. later when I finished the class I called the same number but no one picked the phone. But, I got the call back from the same number. The voice was not clear, and I repeatedly want to know who is there the other side.  My English didnt work!, then I asked in bits and pieces in Hindi. Got a reply in Malayalam, saying its Pradip......., he identified himself as my classmate in graduation! All of a sudden, memories gone pushed me back to 1995. A lean, tall fellow friend, used to appear classes very irregularly. Was more in to trekking, nature club, and library activities. ....We were not great friends.. but had something in common that both of us were hard working... He was in social work, whereas I was in studies. Wanted to hear where he is calling from and more det...

when I was child in class IV, there were so many friends in my village whom i used to play with. In the childhood days we used to go school, play together and dream about a funfilled life.. but in the course of life, time changed the dreams, where those poor kids could not enter in higher studies. they left their studies after 10th because their parents were unable to send them to colleges/universities which were far and not within the reach of their pockets. I have a dream to to help the less privileged kids who are poor, when i become a successful person in life. Because I have seen that many of the village children are so much talented but due to lack of money they are not able to get higher education.  I know that it is little bit difficult but I will try as much as possible. (written by one of my students, in an assignment of writing about their dreams) 

Why people laugh at you, when they have something else in their mind.... why people bite each other, perhaps they have nothing else to do, otherthan svcratching their ass.... why do some one preach gospels, but follow the life of evil spirits... because they are being called as the  GODMAN of the modern world, why do you find your life is difficult, becuase you must have got the worst punishement to live in the world of  human beings. Those can make your life hell than any god can offer a hell afterdeath ..... do you know how to love any one.... no idea, but you may know how to hate some very well, you can also malign the name of someone very well... what to do when things go wrong, scratch your forehead and askyourself....

The current is pretty high today, colour of water is muddy too, water level is rising slowly, may it engulf all the steps tonight. some boats are tied with the steel railings in the ghats, which seemed to be chatting with the small tides around. a small boat slightly moving with the current,  but the mother boat hold it close to its belly, as if a mother hold her child close to her heart its raining other side of the ghats, but the breeze is rather kind enough to bring the  rain drops close to your face,  slow shower embrace your warm body now, where the cool wind make you feel fresh again thoughts ran at the speed of the ganges,  as if there is no end of worries, the sky is clear from clouds,  but mist pulls the curtain down along with the darkness  boats are passing across the river as usual but diyas appear as moving stars in Ganges. several thoughts flow in mind as if the diyas flow in the river without any direction,...

Date 28.06.2011(Train No. 12559,Shivganga Express, Delhi-Varanasi (Coach A1). It was my return trip from home town to Benaras. Delhi’s humid and sultry climate (people as well) was really irritating. Waited for platform no. 12 for more than 3 hours since 2 pm, my body was slowly succumbing to dehydration. AC coaches were decoupled and connected again (no idea why)  and that  cause the train a delay of 45 minutes. Once the train started, I looked the co passengers. Here is a greater problem for me that I love to keep myself away from the near by people and surroundings. My berth was 2, upper berth, very close to the door. Berth number 1 and 3 were occupying by a middle aged person and his wife. Side upper berth was empty and lower berth was occupied by a young individual. To break the ice, my co passenger stated asking questions of my whereabouts. Soon I could understand that he is a professor in Ag. Science in  BHU, and settled in Delhi. He and his wife are moving to BH...

 Metro from Delhi (Operate by Reliance, Rs 80/- takes 20 mns from New Delhi)  Lounge/Check in counters in International Departure Hall  All gates are connected with aero bridges, that are nicely painted with themes from Indian Culture.   Automatic walkway--  taking to different Gates  Arrival area Baggage claim Green, aesthetic interiors India welcomes you IGI Airport is the best example of infrastructure development in Air Transportation in India. Hope our new generation leaders will change the pace of development to rural India as well

We know Air India is our national carrier. Its under huge loss and drastic efforts are required to save it from liquidation or save from a crash landing..... Had a return ticket for me in  AI 042 Delhi - Chennai and AI 430 Chennai - Delhi sectors in June. In onward trip, though my flight was in domestic, check in, security and boarding gates were from the same area of Terminal 3- international departure, which was truly a memorable one (Really incredible infrastructure) Reached Gate  No 20A to board the flight. departure time of the flight is 1200 hrs. the near by tv screen displayed boarding on. but the airline staff was not giving an answer of whether the flight will be late or cancelled the schedule...(It can happen any time in case of AI). after 30 mns announcement came with a tune of regret saying the flight is delayed by 1 hr . Anxious pax wait continued. its 1315, boarding started. I reached airport at 945 hrs and stomach was calling this time for food as I was was ...

(This article can be mailed to your well wishers, who are looking for a change in routine life....) Routine life make us tired/bored/monotonous and rustic. A change in living environment even for a short period  can certainly change you. Isha Foundation is an international organisation, which functions with ultimate devotion to humanity and altruism. Based on the principles of change---- change self and then change others through a series of self awareness programme, Isha is a solace for people who look for involving themselves in to a number of activities. My experience with Isha is very limited, just one day stay, but could visualise the bigger frame of its activities. Located in the foothills of Velliankiri Foot hills, (Appr. 30 KM from Coimbatore), the way to Isha itself changes your innermind. Coconut groves shade the road, and the breeze, cools not only your external world, but also the innerself itself. vast fields, coconut trees, betal nut trees, and the fragrance of vil...

When i started from Ooty to home town , the weather was already changed to cloudy and misty. cold wind with rain water sprayed in the air appears like a reality show of nature. (as this is the world of reality shows....). getting a bus to Gudallur was not easy and if i miss the bus from here i wont be able to reach home that night and would be trapped. the bus was fully crowded but  in its slow speed, with the high voices of co passengers, created an exhaustive conditions. around 3.15 p.m we have reached Naduvattom, the mid station, and a tea stop for passengers, conductor and driver. Taking a cup of tea, i moved to the road side to view the scenic view. a convoy of military vehicles passed. They are on their way to Wellington (Down hill Ooty) were army command is located there. after a break of 10 mns we started again. this time I was prepared to take some snaps, but the rain and clouds forced me to keep camera eyes closed. a line of vehicles spotted in the road and our vehicle i...

 Ooty City view  way to Pykkara Way to Naduvattom  Naduvattom town

 A visit to Ooty was a quick decision on a fine Friday morning. There was some personal purpose behind visit. but after tour I decided to conevy myself through this weblog as though it was not a tour for entertainment. Taken a KSRTC Express Bus which goes to Coimbatore at 8 am  from near by town. As usual the bus was crowded. When we crossed the (Kerala) border, the view changed in to a much awaited scenic beauty of the tea estates. Roads appeared like lines that kids draw in the walls when they start walking, but in an artistic manner. The canvas of nature is richly decorated with tall rising Oak trees and the dwarfed tea plants. Abundant rains poured in seasons converted the entire route  a green cover. Clouded sky appears like a naughty child. Rains have no schedules of arrival but perhaps the calm air awaits a heavy shower any time. Among the tea plantations women moving with the tea leaves baskets. Gudalur is the border town that welcomes visitors from Kerala and T...

Life is a wonder that none can define, it gives you lot of surprises... good and bad memories, love and hatred, pain and pleasure..... everyday you meet new people, but few of them remain in your space, several faces remain with you for long time, BHU is a home, that we all find a different culture, when a new student comes, its an ocean of differences, but in a short span of time,it becomes a part of your emotions, the same old hostels that hosted lakhs of students, the corridors whisper the stories of adventures, the mess that remind you the face of maharaj, the wahing room where you all dumped your dress, most notable thing, your partner in your room, the walls of room remind your pesence every corner...... walking in the hostel road, push you to your good old days, your favourite places, VT or Madhuban, Triveni or Naveen....... but Lanka is a place, where every one loves to move in the odd hours of night , in the shades of electric light and sleepy trees...

A sleepless night ... lot of thoughts plough the mind time and again,  got a sleep in the early morning .... but it made me through a tough journey of life and death. first..... shown a broken laptop.. a break in the laptop key panel of my toshiba... second  .. I was in a friends home, where a mourning was taking place then i moved to a flooded area, whch was near to my friends place its not a sea or a river, but thepaddy field near to our home... boats and ships are passing near by, all of a sudden a speed boad came with a tailer attached it sank in the water, when it took a u turn, but retained its movement in a quick way two other frends and me also moved to a small country boat, the boat moved to the other side, after few minutes the boat drowned in water, i tried to swim to the shore, could reach with much difficulty but found that many are missing, I become sad and started worrying again.... Then the fied become clean and paddy ...

The day was hot and humid till noon, but clouds cover the sky by 2pm Humidity level shot up fast but the heavy wind started blowing at 3, the sky is filled with dust and dust every where for almost 10 mns. Lightening and thunder for another few minutes, signalled the arrival of a heavy rain ahead, the small drops gained momentum, lead to a mid day storm and a heavy shower , cooled the earth as if it waited for long. the sky get clear after half an hour, sun appeared thorugh the shades of clouds, to bring smile back in the face of the mother earth again.. it seems clouds are the sorrows of the earth, when the grief hounds her, it is expressed throgh the darkness in the air, as the smile is going away from face, the whispering appears as thunders, and hair moves around her face through the wind. tears appear in her face as showers, the anger and greif washes away in the shower..... when the mind gets cool, smile appears in the face again, through embracing t...

The train reached Madgon at 6 am, right time. Went outside to locate the bus. Mr. James was the local travel agent in Goa. There were two mini bus waiting for us outside. When we board the bus, Tikdam came to me that we have to move in to another bus. Peter was the third person who came to pick us, but this was a quite surprise for me as the entire dealings were with Mr. James. Peter demanded compensation of R. 2000 for the mistake committed by Tikam, and asked for immediate payment. The situation seems to be irritating, but as there was no other option, and the mistake is committed by ourselves, I agreed to pay him the transfer charge in the evening at youth hostel. With a disturbed beginning at the early morning, we have reached the youth hostel at Mapusa. After breakfast that day was scheduled for the beach tour. Starting with Dolphin ride and moving to Baga, Anjuna, and ending at Calangute for water-sports. The water sports was really an exciting one as there was lot of adventure...