Hello Friends,
Yesterday night, I had a talk with my heart about the Feb14 - Valentine’s Day (Lovers Day) in my dream.
Me:
Hey! Idiot heart......ans me!
.........what is lover’s day?
.........who can celebrate lover’s day?
.........is their any eligibility needed?
.........Or I have to be in any particular Religion to celebrate it?
Heart:
Ans is "NO”. No need to be in any religion, no age limit, no restriction, nothing needed other than LOVE.
Me:
((Cool......the KEY point is LOVE.)).....That’s Ok! Yaar! But what is love?
Heart:
I couldn't found an exact answer for this till. (IF you know help me! to get out from this trap question from this idiot!).
See! Up to my knowledge......Love is a feeling, attraction, selfishness, beauty, Life, is a bla bla...........
.....Love is God.
Me:
Enough Ok! I know, I heard more than this from my friends, who say I AM IN LOVE!
Answer to this! Who are all in LOVE!
Heart:
Everyone has Love, some of them, show outside. Some of them hide.
From the moment you born, till now, at different age, you loved so many things!
Your parents,
Teachers,
Friends,
Nature,
The bench we sat in college for 4 yrs,
The bus we traveled,
IV's, tours,
And etc....... there is no limit. You know one thing! Your brain has less storage to recall all the things you loved!
You mostly loved everything, you came across.
Me:
IS it?
Stupid brain! Always he does like this. Always stores waste things like Ego, anger, selfishness in free space!!
But, when you say, you are in LOVE?
Me:
How sweet you are! You remember all such beautiful things in your heart!
But when I say I am in LOVE.......
My friends ask who is you lover?
If I answer like you, I love my parents, friends, my notebook, bench, bla..bla..
You know what they will say? Idiot! Mad! Loose!
Heart:
Yha! Ha ha!! Your friends are correct!
You can say,
I love Deepika Padukone,
I love Priyanka Chopra......................
But, that won't make any sense.
Me: Why? What’s the reason? Is it should be both sides?????????????
Heart: NO!
Me: Then what!
Heart:” One side is enough, but that has to be complete."
Me: Complete? When it ll be complete? What I have to do for it?
Heart: Your, LOVE will be complete, at the moment, the one, you are loving starts love back you.
Me: Are you mad? What are you talking about? Then it becomes double sided na!
Heart:
Yes, of course, but your LOVE fulfilled, completed, the moment it changes to both side.
That completeness is called LOVE.
Me:Ok! Ans this final question! My stupid heart? I am in LOVE or not?
Heart: No, you aren't.
Me: not? Why?
Heart:
The moment you had a doubt am I in LOVE or not...
You are out of Heaven. No longer in it. Journey begins towards Hell. Then Game over.
Me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Dream over!
Now I have a clear Idea.....
""""""""""""Whom or what you do love never matters. But it has to be complete!""""""""""""""""""""""""
You know one thing; I got the answer for my final question now.
I am in LOVE now!
((To whom or what is suspense!!))
One it reaches its completeness, I will tell you.
Let’s celebrate the Lovers Day!
Cheers!!!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
My First Success! turns into failure!
Hello Friends,
I recalled my memories some years ago, to note down things like “first cinema I saw in theater, tour, bike ridding and sweeter things”, which includes my first (humble) success too.
Exactly, 5 months back, I came to know that my first success turned into a failure unfortunately.
Yes true.
I believed it was my success for nearly 10 years.
It happened when I was 5th standard. I joined Hindi classes. I hated those classes, because class timings were from 5:00pm to 6:00pm. When reach home, its nearly 6:30.Bull shit! I lost my jolly times. But no one cares about it. Months went, First exam "PRATHMIC" came, I simply answered to all the questions they asked as like as below!
What is your name?
..........My name is BALAJI.
Who is our National father?
.......Our National Father is Mahatma Gandhi.
Just like that. Nothing more than that.
The results came! Surprisingly, I passed. You know how much I got?
35 out of 100. Border level. I felt happy!
But all happiness gone very next day. Again they called me for Hindi class. I wondered, I thought I completed.
Then only I came to know there are 8 levels totally. Oh ho......I cried alone, when I reached home.. Nothing more, I couldn't do.
Mathiyama started: This time. Not even I attended the classes. Always playing with my friends in street.
Again exam came, same policy I followed.
I got 42, (I think).But failed. This time for 200. & 70 are the pass mark. This happened when I was in 6th std, I never failed in any subjects in any class before that you know!!!!
I felt ashamed of it. Anger ruled me, nearly 2 days I didn't eat. I fought with my brother who got passed.
Like in varanam Ayuriram, my father called me and said "clear your failure”. It’s your duty.
I tried again with anger on Hindi. Finally cleared the paper. This time I got 70 out of 200... (Oh...ho again border level).But I succeeded. I felt like anything that day.
But after that, I said GOOD BYE to my Hindi classes to avoid another incident like it and start playing Cricket with my friends happily.
Some of my friends, knew, I spoke about it in free times, and I proud about me each and every time.
But after college, when my company called me for training in Gurgaon (near to Delhi), I suck.
What man! I donno Hindi! which is our NATIONAL LANGUAGE.I can't even blame my parents for this.
Ok! Enough is enough! Let’s face! What ever happens! And take it as a sweet memory!
I went to Gurgaon and felt “”””how important Hindi is?”””
When my friends in PG (paying Guest), had a debate why most of the south Indians donno Hindi? Everyone (except me) blamed politicians (I hope u know whom he is?), our educational system? Like that for nearly 2 hours...I kept quiet. That day night, I went to my room after the discussion and taken my diary out and just changed "MY FIRST SUCCEESS “into "FAILURE".
Still my FIRST SUCCESS column in my diary is empty!
(NOTE: to be filled very soon, There are many incidents! but due to my poor memory dunno which happened first! :) :) :) :))
I recalled my memories some years ago, to note down things like “first cinema I saw in theater, tour, bike ridding and sweeter things”, which includes my first (humble) success too.
Exactly, 5 months back, I came to know that my first success turned into a failure unfortunately.
Yes true.
I believed it was my success for nearly 10 years.
It happened when I was 5th standard. I joined Hindi classes. I hated those classes, because class timings were from 5:00pm to 6:00pm. When reach home, its nearly 6:30.Bull shit! I lost my jolly times. But no one cares about it. Months went, First exam "PRATHMIC" came, I simply answered to all the questions they asked as like as below!
What is your name?
..........My name is BALAJI.
Who is our National father?
.......Our National Father is Mahatma Gandhi.
Just like that. Nothing more than that.
The results came! Surprisingly, I passed. You know how much I got?
35 out of 100. Border level. I felt happy!
But all happiness gone very next day. Again they called me for Hindi class. I wondered, I thought I completed.
Then only I came to know there are 8 levels totally. Oh ho......I cried alone, when I reached home.. Nothing more, I couldn't do.
Mathiyama started: This time. Not even I attended the classes. Always playing with my friends in street.
Again exam came, same policy I followed.
I got 42, (I think).But failed. This time for 200. & 70 are the pass mark. This happened when I was in 6th std, I never failed in any subjects in any class before that you know!!!!
I felt ashamed of it. Anger ruled me, nearly 2 days I didn't eat. I fought with my brother who got passed.
Like in varanam Ayuriram, my father called me and said "clear your failure”. It’s your duty.
I tried again with anger on Hindi. Finally cleared the paper. This time I got 70 out of 200... (Oh...ho again border level).But I succeeded. I felt like anything that day.
But after that, I said GOOD BYE to my Hindi classes to avoid another incident like it and start playing Cricket with my friends happily.
Some of my friends, knew, I spoke about it in free times, and I proud about me each and every time.
But after college, when my company called me for training in Gurgaon (near to Delhi), I suck.
What man! I donno Hindi! which is our NATIONAL LANGUAGE.I can't even blame my parents for this.
Ok! Enough is enough! Let’s face! What ever happens! And take it as a sweet memory!
I went to Gurgaon and felt “”””how important Hindi is?”””
When my friends in PG (paying Guest), had a debate why most of the south Indians donno Hindi? Everyone (except me) blamed politicians (I hope u know whom he is?), our educational system? Like that for nearly 2 hours...I kept quiet. That day night, I went to my room after the discussion and taken my diary out and just changed "MY FIRST SUCCEESS “into "FAILURE".
Still my FIRST SUCCESS column in my diary is empty!
(NOTE: to be filled very soon, There are many incidents! but due to my poor memory dunno which happened first! :) :) :) :))
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