Possibilities end outside of the comfort zone.

You read it right. This sounds alien to common notion that the real estate outside of the comfort zone reaps exceptional lengths of potential.  I sincerely hope that this title shapes up to be more relevant than just a click bait.  There is ease and pleasure inside the comfort zone and its outside is revered by many achievers , who are grateful to the resident pain . But there is a catch. When closely examined , possibilities of huge value breeds in the fifty shades of gray  area where there's abundance of pain and pleasure. This space can be a dispute zone which is neither  certain about being termed at the outskirts of comfort zone nor the pioneer outside of the zone.  Finding the rhythm here would mean the expansion of the comfort zone . Stay there and keep pushing. Possibilities are endless.

Oxygen through concrete.

        To move with the flow one needs to acknowledge the currents. When the source of that current is corrupt, the flow fails to replenish , resulting in the surfacing of monotony and discontentment.A practical  version of this process is you running the rat race without realising when you even signed up to it. One way to opt-out is to maneuver through , using values that are rational and a close to the heart .

The difference in you can intimidate all others.  Do not be surprised. When you become the tree that has branched out to breathe life into the concrete jungle , every thing will make sense .

There's a catch.

Traits of creative ideas tend to branch out and bloom like it is spring , when it takes refuge at spaces where there is  dwelling of a deeper passion . To me , running is one such space. Here , without sounding technical, I am about to uncover an analogy that made sense to me.

   Every runner is different and so are his Goals.  I started running primarily to loose weight and I have seen success, failure and platue. From some of that experience I  now bring this to you.

    Online research on weight loss never fails to bring  hits on caloric deficit . If that advise has turned into a counter productive affair , then this one assures some gold dusts of enlightenment.

The Analogy....Finally!
   

   

In fishing,  in order to increase the odds of a good catch , among other things , one key factor is the bait that the fisher man uses. It has to be of a specific kind and appropriate  quantity  . There is going to be no catch if no (proper) bait is used, despite the numerous hours burnt at the dock.


    If you haven't guessed it yet . The Fish is your workout goals .Hours burnt at the dock fishing , is your workout . The Bait is your fueling of nutrition and you are the guy fishing.

Happy fishing everyone.

Early nourishment

Key quotient of a kid's learning is from imitation. It gets the kid early and sets its root deep. In the best interest of the little one ,we must seek ways to establish ties that perpetuate harmony and confidence . This act will go a long way in the process of guiding tomorrow's adult into  sculpting their very own masterpiece while reverberating values knit out of love and abundance.

Life is what we do around our coffee

Abstract life insight alert!

Be someone who is unharmed by the lack of caffeine or indulge with the other side to the extent of adrenal fatigue . The choice recides inside of us all conseled within the cocoon of our comforts.  

The life of a butterfly conveys the relevance and nessisity of a cacoon  .  In our case the comforts . Then comes a learning that liberates the pinnacle of metamorphic transformation . The butterfly. In our case the breaking of our cacoon of comfort.

Balance of life resides in abundance when both cocooning and breaking free is revered and harnessed to uniquely appropriate levels.  

The Way We See.

"In the light of silence, all problems are dissolved."

                                                   - J.Krishnamurti

              Is it true that silence is superior to speech? Don't we all get things done easily when we properly communicate ? Don't we all agree that a 'great talk' works good for restoring proper balance.? And many more reasons.   

   Well, yes nothing against all of that . But do not get carried away , Do not let rationality act between you and what you truly deserve. There is no creation without calm. It all comes down to what we are looking for. Irony is , most of us do not know how we can look. We stay with our primary learning. Or I should say rationality makes sure we don't move. Sad but true. The wanderer is not rare , we all are one when we step aside form that primary learning.  Calm surely is a way to detox . Keep calm.

The Dead Man's Saying.

     His thoughts were deep as Jason sunk with the nature. His small hermitage felt the vibrant presence . Inside his thoughts were living those words. They were  from a man of  unseen wisdom.

     The Dead Man's Saying stated thus : " Son , the one things that matters is how you exactly feel. And it is not the feeling of now. What actually makes your life is that  feel  from before when you pass." , Then he passed.

     Jason was a little boy of nine when his father died. His line of sight was clear except for an unparalleled grief  and The Dead Man's Saying.It has been 14 years now. Yet in his thought , the hymn was loud.

     Jason grew deep. Clinging to all knowledge became his habit.  Some even thought  he was a mystic. His life related to a simple belief. A belief powered by his father's hymn. He lived each day like he was ever ready to pass. He had  lifestyle  that  complemented  The Dead Man's Saying.

     Jason  helped those people who came to him with doubts. And many felt satisfied after the contact. He followed no religion. He was not any cult person either. The Dead Man's Saying was his almost bible. But yet he has never used it to help any seeker.

     One evening Jason had to answer a question relating to the spirit . He said, " Spirituality unarguably is an extremely personal affair . Preaching the same makes no real sense. I will not hesitate to call that an homicide of personal freedom . Yes everyone has the spirit that can transform lives. It is unique . It  is what you make it . Dream is  gift. Imagination is the greatest resource.  They are the two best makers of  any desired reality." 

     He smiled and added " Life is always about the next greatest freedom."

     His greatest freedom will always be The Dead Man's Saying. And for the rest of us , there is Life and Love. Jason would what us to use them and go after your dreams.

The Cat That Never Crossed.

"There are many plays of uncertainty and chance in all lives. Great knowledge is when we embrace it all."

      Life constantly presents uncertainty .  The people who push will either reach  destined significance or they end up with grief  . Is the entire ball inside the ways of chance ? No one can know. And there are these other set , they start , but never push hard . What's on offer  for them ? It is either A life of regret or the pleasures of security. Again Chance puts up a very good show . It keeps us interested.

     Today I saw a cat trying to cross the road . The task was almost over before a vehicle came on its way. That cat was not a pusher from my eyes . It backed off immediately without completing what it had started. It could have let the vehicle pass , and then move forward. It chose not to.  'A safe playing pussey' I guess . It is all perceptions  and choices in the end after all . No one but Chance can know what else could have happened.

The Real Winner

     We all love to do big things and there is one other thing that we love more. We take great pleasure  in bragging about the places that we have  seen. This is human . But today I saw something  else . Something stronger , something self less ,  someone with real great spirit.

     He was a more of a sport , a boy who played real hard. It was a foot ball game and his job, like always, was to anchor his sides victory. His name was Ganesh.

      When we reach those heights , fate works through the ugliest  of rats and the filthy plots they play to bring us down. In our champ's case it was a British bull dog. Actually , it was another boy who look and ate like one. He accidentally  got under  the skin of Ganesh and hit him hard , injuring a his leg.

      It was match time and to me it was more of an exhibition of the real Sporting spirit. He stood there  inside , with a sprained leg and an empowering rage . He played through the opponents and scored the first goal for his side. Then the injury caught the better of him. He was wise . He backed off with a smile , like he had nothing to lose. The other side went on to scored 2 more goals and win that game. But they never could match the spirit of Ganesh.

       Sport is a reflection of life. And today ,our champ taught me a great lesson. We all should hold on to that spirit and push  towards what we seek  , and with the same shine , we should to learn to let go and regret no more. Only there we see real Triumph . Never let  anyone or anything  haunt  your own spirit because it is all that you have. Be a Sport , Grow from Inside. 

How Strong Is Your Shell ?

      We hate everything about those things that can hurt us. If we had an option to tamper and keep them off , we will take that , every single time. And at times when they thrive beyond our line of defense , We run out of options and  get hurt. 

     As we grow , our levels of acceptance , reasoning and all  those which relates to emotional maturity ,  experiences a change. It is usually positive in the absence of insanity. Sadly , in some of us , it is an unconscious happening.

      Strengthening the Shell is simply the throwing of conscious light on our roots of  learning . Widen your passage of Love.Appreciate all that you can take in  and digest . Slowly learn to let go what hurts you. Make this process of learning more conscious. When this happens , the quality of your thought extends up and guides your life to the most beautiful place , while those things that can hurt you, sees life no more.      

Gods of the mind .

                The greatest sample of imperfection is humanity itself. There are times when we associate to overpower the issues that shake us or to carry out a deed of greater value. But, with us, there will always be a point of saturation. Anything we do above that range will be off the common purpose and it is aka Politics. Even religions have fallen prey to this ugly plot.  It was evident and well understood when sets of people, most of them being rational thinkers started to move away from religion.

              "No matter how corrupt the outside grows, if the inside is pure, the dormant truth shall eventually seek a way to survive."

                    The world has seen many great leaders, thinkers and rationalists , and one of those things that carved their success is the truth in their principles. From where I see, this is a showcase of a way by which truth from the religions learnt to survive. The actual point stays with the object and not with the source.

“Mind is weak when it chooses to cling on just to labels and leave the purpose unattended. This small realization could have saved the Twins from falling”

             

Natural Way.

"The beauty of nature is all its diversity and Change is  that one idea that stays constant."

           Have you ever wondered why nature harvests variations ? The answer is very simple. We humans, love to exploit and change is that tool from natures armory which brings back the balance. But  what makes us shatter the balance ?  Well , one possible explanation is that humanity drives into diverse forces. Every society, or even  one of us for that matter , sometimes , tend to take our  very own way and at one point , cross the line . On the other side of the line , the forces of greed , selfishness and lust take good care of us. So , we just stay there make out with ego and never come back. But one day mother  nature will have her say and none of us will be alive to listen.

The Heavenly Choice.

     The debate on God has been around for ages. The atheists see it from a place where things are opaque and unclear.  Religions meanwhile stay blind. They lack a lot of knowledge. I have my very own point of view. My logic gets slammed when I start things up with an assumption that there is no God. Life cant be an aftermath of an accident! A marvel can never come out of nowhere! This world we live in is the greatest that we know and calling it an accident sounds very stupid to me. So I started assuming that there is a pretty lady somewhere up there with a symbol of an unconditional wisdom.   She is the architect behind all that is happening. Some call her nature. But I never bothered to name her.  Instead I started to feel and understand. I learnt a lot of things; I learnt that she ain’t static. She is what you want her to be. She is Jesus to family that never missed church on Sundays. She is Shiva to my religious uncle. She is hope. She is love. She is everywhere. She is beyond our understanding. She is a choice.

Reflection , or a Shadow

          Our perceptions take shapes and that almost makes us. It is like an architect who frames all makings from inside. Meanwhile, on the outside, there are things that actually matter. They are called actions and they reflect the inside happenings. It is this inside-out cycle that widens our scope to higher realms, and  from in there, the humble seeker would witness a square that is comprised of all worthy creativity that his inside could possibly hold on to.

          But sadly, this mere knowledge dose not helps us to meet reasonable ends. Even an old passage from the Basics of Survival can correlate merrily to this idea. That would be the melting point to the originality of this thinking. It is the followed by some tedious and ironic social norms. Doubts arise and reality is questioned. It never halts until we reach zero strength.

          So , where is room for Real growth ? well….It is reachable only when we accept creativity and enforce some nourishment to the inside. And eventually the good sources will show up.   

Your dream is the reason I live :")

. When your days  ceased , darkness haunted me. I was broken beyond repair. I could feel  a million  thoughts move with a tragic rush  The Play that featured  adrenaline  raped my blood to scars. It was that moment. I knew well. I was beaten down hard and thrown to the past. To those fallen days that kept You alive. Mom, you were full of life. You accepted to live with all that pain, just to see Anu and me grow! Ev  . My words will proudly fail to express your greatness. You taught me courage when you decided to take the world down for your loved ones. You taught me love and I know you’ll make me find her soon. You  taught me strength so that I can be so powerful like you. You are the best teacher Ever. I shall live great,  You don’t worry , Your dream is the reason I live . And my heart won’t stop until I be there and go beyond , Happy Teacher’s Day.

A Walk To Remember ft. IllegalRat

         If there was any space to accommodate declarations , I would have put up a note in there , which would convey that  this post was all about my life and the glue that keeps it together and  it had no negotiations involving Nicholas Spark or Adam Shankman.

         
         To live a lollypop of a life , the wise might suggest that we need to kick-up and push those asses forward rather than waiting on for the greatest of things to happen by itself. If I was awake then , I would interrupt the philosopher and tell him that his say might be true , but , only to an extent , and never always.

"Ideas are tasteless without the sausage of reasons ."
                                          -Aadithya Chandrasekaran
 
Thus i present my column here ,
           

          Like many other people , I believe that there's nothing more terrible than losing a loved one . A staunch  reason which makes a back-up  is the demoting fact that the aftermath would hold one back , despite the desperate attempts made to get over the shit hole and move on .

          But there are forces that can help u recover. In My case , it showed up in the form of Barath , my best buddy ever. The awakenings made me understand that , at times , it is better to let things go , rather than holding on to an under-cove mishap. That is when the forces see you off to the newest of beginnings.

PS : Barath , there anit any words at my disposal to explain how much i love you , but , you know me , I might be cranky at times . So deal with it . And.....God Bless you Big Man!

18/9 Provokes

          The society's rules have always favored the fat . Thus , the hudge crowds that pour out of skinny economies, face dreadful times on a very consistent basis. The movie "வழக்கு எண் 18/9" projects to us , one such disgusting scenario.               

         

          If our natural instinct systems are intact , the practicality of this motion picture , will cause  , a deep sense of shame . Rather than moving on by bitching that it was just a movie , my thoughts were set aflame by this . I kept thinking , if the system that we have to trust , makes a fulcrum to the madness , then where the hell are we going. Here , what i undoubtedly feel is that , it is high time for  us to step up and put on selfless thinking to the highest potential , so that, some kind of a solution can be arrived at. . And if we don't ...fate is cruel. I know , these reforms are never easy , but I believe that words can trigger magic. Go out there, and never hold-back from having a say when you are anchoring a good cause.

             

Love for the Lens , or probably a crush !

Koothrapallie kills "Kolaveri di"

Talks about TBBT continues and this time the cuisine has a sub-continental flavor. Ya , it is all about the Koothrapallies from Downtown . We all saw the “Kolaveri di” making  global foot prints, but after  this , I consider it sooooo DEAD

Old School Honours

Every passenger with a subscription to the cycle of life, has to storm through the corridors of both sun shine, as well as deep vacuum. If  the life tendency finds its correlation with the regular patterns of living, there the probability suggest that the thoughts will reach its highest spirit of maturity, a little before the old hunter attends the inevitable call. Greedy is the genre of any school of thought that never wants to meet that dusk . They never can. Now foolish would sound merrier than greedy.

 P.S  This is an introduction to a research that is coming up soon .....