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this is no where ,like say the better works of mine.but it is the one on which i spent more time than the others.i dont like post processing that much.tried with something in mind and as usual it ended up as something else.but the whole dance was so beautiful.its about lord krishna.the play was written by kalki krishnamurthi(famous tamizh fellow).

the original version went like this-krishna playing flute for people.people happy.but his wife is bludy not.some lady asks mrs.krishna why the long face girl?and mrs.krishna tells that her husband makes everyone else happy and forgets her.and so lord krishna comes and plays for his wife(otherwise dinner cut da sami)..play ends

and kalki's version goes so-kirshna plays.wife not happy.frnd asks mrs.krishna why the long face.mrs.krishna does the ranting(known as twitting these days).and lord krishna comes back(bloody food).but then mrs.krishna gets the flute and plays it.and does so beautifully.and for once krishna is at peace.something like the guy gives peace to others and his wife gives it to him.reflecting mr.kalki's very own life.

this thing was staged at park near my house as a part of this chennai sangamam that happens every pongal time.good variety food from various parts of tamizh nadu(yes we have different cuisines in our state,but no we dint invent pizza).good performances for guys like me who missed the december season(and the food ).tomorrow good fusion thing on cards.lets see..in about five mins i clicked 300 shots..memory over.epic fail.

and i again apologise for the bull shit i wrote in the name of my prv post.

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when the wind is happy it always carys north.and if you come across you can go with the breeze.you can see how life is green .man was not born to struggle.so if you have the chance to go further with the wind be happy about that

the saints are coming (pictures)

history has shown us that a small insignificant incident becomes significant about coz some great soul interpreted the world out of that small thing.the buddha has the bodhi tree.paulo went on a pointless trip.and so on.this is a story of one such incident.when a normal man learnt about humans and the world and has embraced the way of the monks and the babas, and is one his way to greatness.

our story begins in a small city which as of now is insignificant.it would later go onto become on of the important centres of pilgrimage.as a kid he was very sensitive.hardly spoke with anyone.after he finished eating he would get up,wash his hands and leave for the terrace.such peace in the terrace.he could see the world,the sea and the light house.his mother would wash his plate.for if he saw rice splattered on the floor he would vomit all the rice he had consumed.never waste.injustice.the world seemed simple and clean to him.for he went to places that were clean.

and then it happened.he had to live in a govt boys hostel.he went to eat the first day.rice skewn every where.he went and puked.the next day he went early to a clean mess.the person next to him had a mt.Everest on his plate.goltu.he requested him to pass some rice.he did pass the bowl.but before he put his sambhar rice laden hands into the rice bowl to add more rise.he went and puked again.it was before a month before he ate anything.typhoid followed.he was starting to learn the way of humans.he knew he dint know anything of humans.so he embarked on a journey.

he looked every where.he searched the land.but found no answer.an old lady with one eye told him the answer lie where land and water meet.and so he searched the beaches.

he stood for a year on the rock and meditated.no answer.

he sat down for a year on the same rock.still no answer.

a new rock,still no answer.

but then he had learnt how to walk the sea.

now he knew its the land where the answers lie.he looked high and low.no answer.three years over.

he was tired.he was really tired.he decided it was time to take some rest.and he had a dream.

in his dream there were beams of light.and he asked the question.and a single hand went up.

it said-"the answer i know not.but i do know hot to get to it".and it explained.

and so he boarded the train.a passenger.from mumbai.to chennai.32 hours.he stood with rest of the crowd.a decent looking fellow helped him get a seat.the compartment had it all.well to do middle class there coz of waiting list and a need to get home.the lower class who couldnt afford it.the fights.the smell.the lack of sanitation.the fellow who helped him got a seat made a deal-"each sleep for alternate hours.look after the luggage".deal struck.but he couldnt sleep when his term came.he was searching for the answer.

it had been twenty hours into the journey.and he was beginning to understand humans.at every station new people came in.the fight.the talk later.of life.of politics.of humans.and he was beginning to find the answer.peace was dawning upon him slowly.and he slept.out of turn.for twenty mins.he woke up to see his friend gone.and his brand new slippers gone.but the friend had left behind his battered rubber slipper as back up for him.now he knew what he had to learn.and that was a start.by the end of the 32 hour journey he had learnt what he had to.he had not slept other than that 2o mins.he had not had a single drop of water.no food.he had not got up from the seat.what twenty years of life couldnt teach him ,a 32 hour journey and 4 years of engineering had done the trick.he decided to adopt the name his followers had given him.

as he entered his place his mother called him-"your brother has too much hair.it covers his eyes too.advice him to cut it".right there he knew the look this new baba had to have.and thus to solve the problems of engineer's non technical problems and corporates many life problems a new baba is born-soinbaba.every baba needs a song.this baba has chosen-rime of ancient mariner by maiden.

the avatar

and a small sloka too is needed nah.-

give me some vodka,

give me some gin,

give some novacaine,

a sem of engineering once again

(to the tune of give me some sunshine from 3 idiots)

the lotus feet

note-all pics were taken by my room mates without my knowledge.and they have rechristened me too.am bloody bored.i have way too much time.so more pointless posts .daily.and fuck year booking.and am saving up to die my hair.flame red is the choice.like fredrick ljungberg.

and a tamizh lady at nagpur station without knowing am tamizh,says to her kid-eat it up kid.other wise i will handover you to the boochandi(pointing at me).kid still doesnt eat.i went near and said boo.kid ate.

what has been my sort of second home for the last month.nagpur station..

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you cant control everyone-short story,paulo coelho translation

there was once a lady who had a big farm.she grew chillies on it.her brand of chillies were very famous and hence costly.everyone suspected she was doing something different.some hushes voices spoke of black magic.she was a queer lady.quiet.she kept to herself.she like her chocolate dark and bitter.she added a ton of sugar to her coffee,she liked it sweet.

the famine came.all seem to wither with a curse of an angry goddess.but her crops stood strong.the hushes of black magic became whispers.she harvested the chillies.they sold at unbelievable prices.the rich and wealthy brought it.and they used it and then spat it out.the chillies were all sweet.they took it to her and asked "what injustice is this?? the chillies are sweet.you cheated us.we want our money back".she gave their money back.she was hurt and angry.she vowed never to farm again.she died soon.since then never a single chilli had grown in that town.

-paulo coelho(naat,i wrote this pointless shit fcorz))

t-i wrote this fcroz.just bored)

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over the last three months i quit writing my 2k worded rants.of late only updates.coz i got confused.now its sort of all sorted.i fucked up my mba exams.that mean i will be working later this year.i cant put in words how much i want t avoid work for the next two years.the plan is to work for a year and write these entrances after due preparation and escape.thankfully my job has no bond(and no salary too) .so thats sort of settled.and i will soon start with my usual rants of the world.

the whole new year thing is pretty irritating.stupid text messages.some of us had dinner at a shit Chinese place,ice cream at the usual place where they tried to make us participate in new year celebrations in vain.they gave me a coffee mug.and then sleep over at friends house.i was either driving or sleeping for the new year eve.we tried seeing the movie-paranormal activity.i dozed for most of the movie.and the rest three days are fucked up.i was just generally grumpy on 1st for no reason.sort of slept off the day.

you know you do something really stupid month back and you realise it on the second day of the year-fucked up feeling.never in my life i have been so careless,stupid,unbelievably stupid.never ihave fucked up in such epic proportions-in terms of money or implications.let me just say i learnt my lesson.when i realised what i have done i was like fine ok.minutes later that angered me like anything.i cant think of one thing i take seriously.never been this pissed off and angry with myself.worst thing is i cant bring my self to tell my parents.i usually keep it clean with them.so its a bit tough to lie to them.makes me so angry.

so let me stop here.so no more personal updates(travelogues exception) until something dramatic comes to be.i have started reading almost a month load of posts.slowly will read all the posts.and yay.arsenal.cant bliv how brilliant we are right now.hope the goals keep coming.and its nice to have so many people back again to blogging after the hiatus.

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ps-i was going to post on jan1st .but so many new year posts and resolution shit that it pissed me off and i logged off.imagine when i open the window to see the rest of them do a 2nd jan post.bah!