April 15, 2009 § 22 Comments
First of all thanks for voting for the blogging means freedom design 🙂 The result – 35% of the people liked it . Now I got designing again and decided to do something for the city series . One thing which I learned while trying to do this design was , that I needed recogonize more things about the place I live in . I realized that Chennai has lots and lots of landmarks but what the city really is represented by is the beach .
First I tried to make a sort of collage but then having never bothered to capture a few most of the landmarks , I realized that this wasn’t the way forward . So just played a bit with photoshop and came up this :-
I decided to call this city of blinding lights …well I think I am improving 😛 what do you think?
Ops and almost forgot if you like this , you can vote here – http://www.infectious.com/voting/laptop-skins/visheshunni/the-city-of-blinding-lights/1381
🙂 🙂 🙂 Isn’t this better than the previous one?
Update:- The title is actually name of a song by U2 … see here
April 13, 2009 § 12 Comments
|From new camera1|
Sometimes you just smile,
And there nothing can hide .
Sometimes you just see
And the sight sets you free .
He lay on his bed wondering what is going on around him . Sometimes things just seem too good to be real . Having his phone buzzing , people wanting to talk to him made him feel happy . But some how , he couldn’t stop looking at where he was all those years back . Time is a funny thing . As you grow older , you keep changing . Things which mattered to you a while back don’t . You see your self in the mirror and try to think back ,what you felt when you saw into it a few months back . You smile at how you felt .
He smiled . But some how he couldn’t accept certain things . He wished this was not a dream . Funny how for a person who kept living in his dreams , he wished this was not a dream . What people never understand is that , what is just a remark by a stranger for someone might mean the world to others and that it can hurt . Yet if you ever spoke about how certain things affected you , people become sarcastic and pass more comments . But by now you have learnt so wouldn’t really care about any of it .
Pain seems a burden when it is physical but it is torture when it is mental . He smiled into the mirror again . Ha made a few funny faces at himself and laughed . He turned and jumped about as if he was a kid . That is what is fun , trying to connect to things by trying to feel the world within . The passion with which you try to understand things around you . The innocent tenacity . He started to sing . It didn’t matter to him , that he was a horrible singer , he just enjoyed doing it .
All though time might catch up soon , he knew he could always play with himself , the child within him .It doesn’t matter what walls are erected , it doesn’t matter what they are made up of . What does matter is the fact that you know you can bring them down when you want to ,not because you have to but because you want to…It was half past eight , he left for the party with a big smile.
April 9, 2009 § 17 Comments
Yup this post is my 701st in the blogosphere 🙂
Thank you all! Keep visiting and commenting!!
April 5, 2009 § 28 Comments
Take a good look at the pic , what do you see ?Can you recognize anything ? What do you think about the image?
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January 11, 2009 § 12 Comments
Someone I know who is doing a Montessori course,asked me to write a poem for “four year old,in not more than five lines.” And by far this is one of the toughest things I have done.It was fun trying to think like a four year old.At four,you know more and you are aware of things around you more.But I can’t remember much what I felt about earth,when I was a four year old.I am more sure of what I felt when I was a six year old.
Geography has always been a fascination to me,so has history(people still wonder,how I managed to ask “doubts” i.e. questions in history class),well so much for five lines.The hardest part,was keeping it within five lines,especially doing it with what possibly might be the vocabulary of a four year old(truthfully,my English was nothing to write home about,until tenth standard,I started writing poetry more often and got interested in improving my language). So tell me what you think.Here goes:-
Earth is a round ball-
A small rock near a big hot star,
Round with blue , brown and green.
Twinkling little stars and moon can be seen-
Here there is lots to play and see!
P.S:- Those of you who have a “kid” at home,tell me what they think about the poem 😛
January 4, 2009 § 8 Comments
The king once informed,was elated.He gave his wonderful ministers a treat in the Taj,near the Gateway of Thondi.While eating an exotic fifty course meal,he was informed,that the lady in question was angry and was planning to sue the king of thondi in the international court of justice,for using her name.Confused and perplexed,the king,had a second helping of each dish.
The great Thondiraja,returned to his court.He knew the only way to help cool a person who lived in the artic(almost),was to send a “hot” gift.The singer Himesh would have been useful,but unfortunately he was in England.The sight of the latest AK 74,caught his eyes.What better gift,to give a person? After all the cold might get to her head and she might need something to help.He would send her some wine from his vineyards in France and a few guns.
The minister was summoned and told to write a letter,intricately describing,the beauty of American culture and their wonderful screaming music.The minister being a financial genius,praised the wall street businessmen and their slyly tactics.The letter was then sprayed with the latest deo from axe.The wine and the letter were shipped to the Arctic.A couple of days later,he received a mail from the lady and that she was impressed.
The king didn’t not like this at all.The queen should be more terrifying,so terrifying that the devil’s of interviews should cry and wish to be exported to some country.The king sent her a CD of Suprabatham and wished her long life.
After all the hullabaloo the king,was tired and wanted some real romance.So before parading his fleet of concords to another country and hunting a lady,he wrote a post on his blog condemning the air strikes by one country on another.This way the ministers would be kept on their toes and they would not eat too much,get a heart attack and die forcing him to return early.
At the airport,while he was about to board his plane,in a rather filmy style,an old man with a long beard and a sitar appeared.It would be blasphemy not to give a full account of what happened,so the actual conversation which took place:-
King Thondi:-Who are you? I am off to find a wife,so unless you have a daughter,you can talk.Since that is unlikely,move out of way of I shall crush you.
The man with the bread:- Oh wise one,my name would not be needed here.But I am the man who can offer you solace.
King Thondi:-Solace,Quantum of Solace? I didn’t like the movie.That fellow looked older than you,old man.And i would have been a better hero.I don’t talk to people without names,so be fast,i don’t want to waste the tax payer’s money by keeping the planes running!
The man with the beard:-
My father’s name is Bhrama
and my fav line is Narayana.
Krishna’s best friend was Sudhama,
from the Himalaya to Kumari,
From Ganga to Kaveri,
I am the sage who has fun
All the while on the run-
I am Narada.
Or at least,i played the part in Doordarshan.So call me that.Anyway I too pay taxes,so follow me oh! great king,who can eat the enitre universe,please follow me,I shall get you a wife.
King thondi:-Ha interesting,now I can Identify you,the bread has changed you.A queen? Who is she? Is she hotter than Shakira? Can she dance? Can she sing? Oh! you great Narada?
The man with the bread:-By the merc your father gave me,yes she is way way better,follow me.
And so the king ordered the planes to be shut.He wouldn’t have lost,after all the fuel prices ha come down.He then followed the man with the beard.
They entered the forests,the king held his gun ready,there were rumors that a pink panther was moving about.But the man with the bread,motioned him to put the gun down.And then,like Ronaldo,measuring a free kick,the man with the bread,measured 5 steps talked to a tree,complained that the bushes had grown too fast and ran and smacked a near by stone.The stone bounced of another tree,enraged,he took it on the volley and this time hit went over the tree and landed some distance away in a small pond.
The scenery changed.There in the middle of what seemed to be a heaven in earth,was a river.But instead of water,sambar flowed.The king was stunned,why he didn’t know the Sambar river went through Thondi,he thought it was only a myth.
He then realized it was another world,a world with a world.And at that moment his phone rang.The Sambar magic began.
TO BE CONTINUED…
December 28, 2008 § 6 Comments
|From mobile photos!|
And as the world stood below,
The skies are waiting to be conquered.
As the sunlight fades,
A need to be on top dawns.
The demons of hell shall never take a hand,
And even if death might someday,
Descend from the above,
Today,it is there to be won.
Not of avarice or glutton ,
But for the joy of life,
For living,for being human.
No curse can ever take an hand,
for goodness is innate in man.
Yet so an abyss depth can scare
and make you return to the ground.
Yet the inertial desire can never bind,
And so unlike a bird but like
An angle in your dreams,
You want to soar high,
high,higher than life.
Wont feelings can go away,
From this day,
From this moment on,
There is no wrong,
Except that which
threatens to break
The fundamentals of life.
Freedom is that which you can,
Where you are;Being bound,
is the zealous curse of a virus
Whose strength of life is dead.
Though another one among all,
A dot in a line,endless,
If not for you,everything shall
End.A code, fathomless,
Between an end and beginning
known yet unknown,
For such is the refection,
Surreal in reality,
yet real in immortality.
Many dreams surround,
Myriad dreams make life,
It shall go by,
And all i wish is to reach
Beyond my reach,
Move away from the circles,
Take a leap from the vertex
of a triangle and move along,
the line,my locus shall be within.
Reality is what i perceive
And when i sleep,
The world is lull,
And me with alive
And morals within,I abide by.
The light shines the brightest