Gold from Bird’s Nest

Its Glories moment of morning for India to won its first ever individual gold medal at Olympics, by World Champion Abhinav Bindra winning at 10m air rifle shooting event. Now India shines with gold in the globe, creating history by its own country. It’s a very great horror as citizen of India to Congrats him and let it be a beginning for India to won more medals.

It’s the bird’s nest I have ever watched the entire opening ceremony of the Olympics. There is no less in the expectation the progress given by Chinese for us the excitement. As the count down beings with their traditional drum beats the whole attention went on how the sparkle going to spring for the eyes of world. The Chinese showcased their rich art and talent in there colorful programs that in amusing way. It’s their real show that could not imagine those are not graphic animations. Whatever the technology grows, something creative by mind and performed by people always remain special, I see this in that way. I was put in adore at each performance and wonder at the magic like on television, without magicians, mean more than their face, hides behind stand in unity for there pride to make perfect.

The dancer above the sheet carried by seemed like a pretty young chick inside the nest trying to swing it wings, and the light coated dancers and the moving animation like performed in figures was excellent. It was unexpected when our Indian team will enter nest, and it’s atypical to entire order from any other to arrangement of Chinese scripting. Winning or losing is not the matter, but being the second much populated country in world, it’s miserable to see only few Indian sports men/women partake in the event and parade, comparing to small countries with many sportsmen. We aren’t possess at any, the point is why can’t we pull more soldiers into this healthy war where world unites to show their physical talent and strength to capture medals and pride.

It was something surprise at ending of the opening ceremony is to praise the torch. The secret behind the highlight of the show, after the complete round eyes opened wide to spot of lighting torch. The ingenuity led by them raises here at top of the bird’s nest. Happy Olympics, let sent peace everywhere and positive spirit across.

Life turns normal

Everything seems indifferent, the people, life, things, surrounding, relations, neighbors… but still minds different. Mind wakes in feeling special everyday being together, life with more pleasure, but what thought is ‘sky is blue and those are passing clouds may not cool always’. What makes me shine higher and secure put in slide when life returns normal.

Back from uncle’s place and my native home, getting over all the rituals of great grandmother. Never before it was being very closer with my cousins and our family the days staying with them, off from system and television there is more to chatter and recall memories, and the experience brings more patient and comforts to mind made me lack courage leaving those away. We talked for day and nights, played till bored what gets me out of sorrow. Everyday sights a difference scene from my balcony, the lazy afternoons breezes across moves with chatting and reading books, looking for cousins arriving from schools, and the neighbors visit are some near moments missed for few years. Some difficult moments are when people shook about grandma’s sudden depart come in expressing there memories and her state of presence in mind, even the silence moments relates grandmother’s lose and really it not console her lose. There are few sleepless nights, tears buried inside with some smiles that granny was rested peacefully without more pain and suffer.

She was wished to meet many people when she was alive, but even letting known her desire people refuse allowing there timing to visit her and I suppose to think here what life is then if one can’t turns when they are alive and whatever one do is useless when they passed. To tell simple excuses just like that people, but to be honestly the expression was in anger and hurts more that people not care later they grown and turn back who gives important. I wonder how much people well know by granny, its simple great learning her excess aid in past when people recall it. At same time i feel disturb when there are people too to forgive and forget her care and affection she truly got never turns knowing her last message, and more being away from her last moment when she was lifeless.

I just keep in mind always I never forget the path I came across and people I meet in my life. What the next moment is unknown, the much known are before and near, but moving further like a stranger knowing never before hurts more. I feel it’s useless when talking about the past and not sharing with them the moment they are alive and never express what they are doing is greater and showing affection when they can sense.

Being together with all I wasn’t felt lost of my grandmother; only to return home the loneliness and craving derives. Till last moment I want to extend my stay with cousins as much I become closer with them and at same time I need to comfort my parent handling myself. It is the rite of them tied these days, and thank to what I disbelief helps to understand what is in their mind and I never see my cousin bro request me like that to stay with them together. I was in absent of words to express my stage and I don’t know how to begin which is something I stumble in my life ever. Entering home I was like empty hands, nothing connects to mind and refuse to concentrate at anything with feel of loneliness around. Hope I visit all your blogs soon… and thank you so much for those consoling comments dears.

Great grandmother missed

Hum… I lost my great grandmother last Saturday. She was 87-year-old and its unexpected that she left us and still unbelievable she is no more. She is a very special and elder person in our family and more like a moral support and guides through our mistakes. For everyone in our family she was united with our lives, the very special and care taking mother. She is my dad’s mother, my mom’s grandmother as she related with both my parent she was very special and secure for us. To tell she spend more times with me in home and share my loneliness most when others on there work. 87 years of life thinking today is uneasy, and she was the one would be in physical active till her last 10 minutes of life. It was that 10 minutes gap takes away all, the sudden shock wave to all.

Granny’s health was suffered for the last few months, being a diabetic patient herself had a very week heart that we never know it going to stop that day. Mom called dad from hospital that grandma is struggling to breathe, so they taken to ICU, but before dad arrive, grandma lost her breath. The last rituals went on Sunday, as per rite dad have to stay for some 16 days in our native home in adyar, where my uncle lives and granny was rested there before blazing. So we have to stay with him for some days, and it was grandma’s wish that we all should live together in same home when she was alive, but unfortunately it haven’t happen for last 2years. Though it was uncomforted for me, if not lifelong, dad decides that at least for these 16 days we have to stay with my uncle family and it will be console for each other.

Every moment we come across, her memories and sorrow, comes along the feeling of missing grandmother. It was more suffer comes thinking those moments, the only memories lives with us. Same time pleasure sharing with cousins and staying in the place life passed for 20 year to me, sitting on my favorite balcony thinking of grandma, the old memories of being residing there, and the surrounding differences and people comes closer. Want to share more, but time is little, I just came home to check mail and to post a blog on my absence here. Take care all, will be back soon. hugss.

My Life - Saroja

Yea it’s my life, is this is my life
Yes this is my life; I want a reason to be strong
Just tune to music….

This is a song promoting the upcoming release of Saroja, the one I was looking after the impress created by the Chennai-28. From all commercial typical, direct Venkat Prabhu comes with what exist from his mind that flows like uttering stream. It’s a first attempt in Tamil a song completely using the English verses and scores in western number. The song feels familiar, but it sounds different in voice of Tanvi whose expressions are enough to be aptitude. Cool video, enjoy.

Down hill, Mudumalai and Mysore

It was the plan of visiting some interior places in Nilgiris, but unfortunately the cold drives us 2 days before the actual plan and we drove towards Mysore by 6pm, what I was looking for early climbing down before the darkness surrounds as the road take us to Mysore is through Mudumalai wildlife sanctuary, so I can view wild animals, but almost it was already night then. I could tell it was ever I see the nature like that to view the clouds around like a cotton bedspread beside the valley from climbing down hill (last pic). Half our way hill was smooth road comforts for pleasure driving and on way glanced a black monkey (karung kurangu) crossing and climbing the tree such quick. Some distance away got the frog hill view, where we could find a hill similarly to a frog sitting (pic1). I never know it will take much time reaching Mudumalai, last time we were on the highly risk route through masinakudi reaching Mudumalai in short time, though I like traveling it was newly experience crossing a wildlife sanctuary at night.

I was keen to how come visible animals in dark, after a sip of coffee in a Gudalur we headed towards Mysore. In search of animals and few kilometers then sighted a group of 6 elephants with there calf’s very near to road in touchable distance, but our frighten members in vehicle want to move fast, so clipping missed. Then comes another dusky bulky elephant, no nice the night patrol interrupted getting slow, but somehow I manage to get a picture of a middle-size elephant on my side. It was our uncle in Mysore kept calling every half hour enquiring were we are, and it was his house we get to stay, and he was waited on a road junction to directly take us to home. He is staying in suburb area of Mysore near to Chamundy hill and to check the time it was near 11pm eating our dinner there. It was strange feel after long time, to stay at unfamiliar place and his children are never faced us then and don’t know whether there are some relation like us. Next dawn it all changes lighter and they began moving closer with us, thus reveals them to put off a day from schooling joining with us visiting places, along like a guide telling routs and to communicate in Kanada.

The kids before Nandi, middle 2 where those we met there

The three kids where lovely and so sweet in behaving, esp. the mid-one deepika was such adorable and soon she began fondling with our pet maya. The elder girl was very quite watching what’s happening and bears a beautiful smile always; the last boy was very smart, rarely talks, but tenacious until he gets something. Mysore is not new for me, I have been visiting here 11 years back and the same procedure continues this time too, following visiting ooty and Mysore. After breakfast, climbed the Chamundi hills and it was the elder kid shows us the right path after little confuse for herself. She talks fluently in Kanada and it was her help for me getting near to temple, speaking to the security persons to allow me. It’s indifferent everything to me, the ghat road, views from summit and the Nandhi except the parking facility. Next we headed to Mysore Palace; here I stayed in vehicle of inconvenience and my grandpa stayed with me for company as this place and palace is much familiar to him, thus he was a tourist diver then visiting Mysore often I get the opportunity to share his experience and information about the Palace! What I was looked forward soon the plan was to Mysore is... would continue in another post. Thanks you.