the Elan of all beings..

A dove flies out of my sight, its white wings swimming in the endless
ethereal blue sky. The bright sun blinds my eyes.. I feel dazed..
Everything is a blur..
Incomplete..
Nothing seems to make sense. I breathe liquid air as time stills…
Stills the beat of my heart.. My already two dimensional edges have
started fading.. The music lingering in my ears died.. A slow painless
death.. Sanity effervesced out of me. Even insanity didnt wanna diffuse
itself with me.. Incompleteness returned to haunt me.. A bright white
light chased it away, incompleteness was defeated. Emptiness
triumphed. The transformation was complete. I was no more. I wasnt a
ghost. Something more than that.. A memory.. In the mind of the dove,
now flapping with his wings..

The leaf fell from the tree, plunging into the abyss not quite
comprehending what it was it that  broke an unbreakable bond,
falling.,  i couldnt understand which was more painful as the leaf
fell through me, the sadness of the leaf wrinkling away from the tree
or the tree’s loss .. The leaf crumpled as it hit the ground with the
softest thud and died away while the tree stood by realizing that
every leaf it lost was just as painful as the first. I screamed the
loudest scream for the tree, the leaf and myself.. The deafening
screams of choking silences kept coming competing with the heavens in
lamenting for the tree and the leaf. And i was exhausted the leaf
finally dead but the heavens kept pouring, trying to heal the gaping
wound of the tree, a soul so physically tortured that it could feel no
more.. And then there was nothing..
Peace..  at last..

now that i am posted back to chennai, i have decided to renew my blog. Active participation with IQL is giving me a taste of doing something, keeping myself busy. with so many things to do and so little time, my bike dreams are taking a back seat. So are my dreams of designing a website for IQL. As my friend bala is stuck up at bangalore, i sorely miss his help with the website.

And it rained yesterday- a sign that i should blog pretty soon. I ll soon be trying to blog from my mobile, as i am already reading my mail, twitter and half my browsing on mobile.. Hmmm will do one pretty soon.

Well i ll get back to you. I have world out there to discover.

BFN

After a series of not so good to read posts(who will be interested in what i did in LKG) i ve decided to be awesome in everything i do. For instance, here’s an awesome quote i stumbled upon

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I have not lived.”

Reflect on the quote by henry david thoreau

Memories of the past, shall soon be forgotten. Those which schoose to linger, fade away eventually. Every moment in life has so many things throwing at you, that will make you dizzy facing them. There is a pattern you can find in those things which linger in our memories. They are not moments of nostalgia, nor the time when your senses have been subdued by alcohol, but those memories that linger were the times you lived in the moment

I surprisingly remember quite a lot about my childhood days. but the are all faded and have a dusty look on them. This post shall be just about that- my childhood memories. One of my very first memoires was the time i lived in CIT nagar. guess my old people had taken me by the PTC bus and i was quite fascinated by it, especially the conductor. I was enacting it out, living in my own fantasy land at home. Quite vividly remember that mum was reading that Kumudam or Ananda Vikatan, and i was moving a wooden plank as if it was the bus. i had used bits of paper as fictional money and mum bought all the tickets. Lame as it may sound, this is by far my earliest memory..

i saw this brilliant movie. had a lot to learn from it.. jus loved the introduction of the protagonist, that i mugged it up.. here it goes

Voilà! In view  a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain  by the vicissitudes of fate This visage  no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant  vanished However  this valorous visitation  of a bygone vexation stands vivified  and has vowed to vanquish these venal  and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious  and voracious violation of volition The only verdict is vengeance   a vendetta held as a votive not in vain   for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant  and the virtuous Verily  this vichyssoise of verbiage  veers most verbose So let me simply add that it’s  my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V

the other beautiful quotes are here for ur enjoyment..

Vi veri universum vivus vici (By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.)

ideas are bullet-proof

A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having

This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it.

One thing is true of all governments: the most reliable records are tax records