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 .....