In and around

Another travel lateral to OMR, it’s now ECR. Traveling on the east coast road is always fun and boost for smooth ride loving. This time with a purpose to ride our family to Mamallapuram, I get another traveling opportunity on my favorite lane with cousins and grandparent. It was merry go around with my bros and sisters. It was raining half our way and drizzling carried on breeze pleased. Our pet Maya was chilling in moving wind and so keeping her face outside window enjoying the weather. Even it was Bakrid, the mamallapuram doest fail to get attention by many visitors. After dropping our elders at great-mom’s place, I and cousins went around just like that or even to burn our times instead waiting for there conclusion and visit too two more relative place next to another.

I didn’t brought my wheels, so I can’t move specially anywhere than out looking. Many things have changed and improvements on progress. I wonder what really is not! In the beautification progress they have changed the genuine things around. Esp. the cheese ball has missed its amazing stance for and stories said behind this globe like structure standing on this slide, immovable for human and animals’ power. It was something back hard to climb on the sloppy rock to touch the cheese ball, but it was touched today easily in few steps. It has a slider narrow substance on the rock which we slide and play then and even now it receives same joy for little foot distance. It’s more than a decade back I climbed on this rock and many times we visit this rock yet it is near to our sis home.

Must say the tourism department is taking good steps to save the remaining structures and rock cut sculptures to maintain properly, even in cost of visitors. I really wish let that’s be a rumor what the entry fee is very different from country visitors to foreigners. Sure I must go around in my wheel soon before I lose insight memories of the places I visited back. It terms I am looking around from outside fencing. Even deriving the rain and cloudy weather staying before the cheese ball, we tasted ice-creams get by our sweet sister. It was fun looking Maya as we all having ice-crème and she was whining for and all along she was fellowship riding. Mamallapuram is home town to my sis and who was visiting our home in Chennai. After calling dad to know that it would take some more time to return, so we decide to go around the town, colonies and shore. Sure it was something I will continue at my next post.

To those unknown about Mamallapure, it is a very famous place for rock cut structures belong to 7th centuries, carved by Pallava Dynasty; which is just 45 km away from Chennai on ECR.

A Surprise visit

There was a sweet surprise from this friend which is third time in this year am meeting her. A friend of her and who is also mine called this morning what my dad attend kept it secret until they call again to clear the route to home. What we converse online and meeting in past is very little more, but there is strong understanding in our friendship turns our relationship familiar. I know there could happen another meeting at this year end unknowing when and how happens today. Anyhow maya turns to be the core attraction of this meeting which last about an hour, nothing turn to be different but pleasant for all of us.

She gifted me with chocolates and a short cute IPod. Lovely presentation dear sweet friend! Thanks so much, its quite receiving you buddy. You get me surprise affection and peace, what I hardly experience in my life. Friendship till this moment is indifference in whatever format it exists, we continue to be wonderful dear friends. I wish you all the best in your life; happiness and peace at your new dawning relationship.

Slow motion snail

After the recent heavy rains, I find many snails on our compound wall and car parking space. Few were crawling along the wall, bearing there shell on back. In all other snails, this one looks cute. Isn’t u agreed?

Certainly I didn’t take this picture, but I made it sure in setting the camera that picture comes like this. Thus my mom took it accordingly and without her I won’t got my snail to publish. It was on movement what is less than the shutter speed escapes from excite. Must thank mom for whatever, and this is something very simple, what she really does animate me throughout my life.

Bold and beautiful (Varanam Aayiram)

Even though it was late, I don’t want to miss the opportunity postponing. So watched something looking from past, listening those wonderful composition. There was an expectation I have not entirely on Varanam Aayiram, but few things that want me catch soon, but the recent rain delayed everything. More importantly the two main reasons are the dad-son relationship and Sameera-Suriya love, which I later felt watching those are bold and beautiful. What all begins with conclusion goes decades back of flashbacks narrating the story. With two more reasons to mention there is nothing more to make it special, the first half was wonderful and nearly fresh, but back from interval I was forced into watching the indifference. I felt the movie was already over, but still it runs with needless scenes, I thought to be added for the length of the film.

Glad I wasn’t expected more to get distress, but I loved half the film. The so beautiful Sameera Reddy and more youthful Suriya’s romance and eye to eye sights makes calmly visible. Oh! Sameera has such a mighty visage to concern everyone hearts. She has less to converse, but her expressions are enough to speak. Very stylish look with less glam makes her pretty more. No, suriya does not alone intensify himself seeing sameera face-to-face in passing train; hence we could not stop from sensitive ;) He just gone through the breeze of making soothing waves constant through his guitar is such pleasant in mood, expressing though he is the happiest person in the world. Wonderful acting suriya!! As a teen he impressed me more than being youth and already wonder through his appearance was keen enough to the character of our grown street boys and I easily see someone from my home.

As I mention in a post back, the Suriya- Simran’s love and duet are not that sensitive. Just like a drama, how could one inspire from those, when suriya often think about his daddy suriya’s propose, which is sweetest without savor. Why can’t I see those are belong to 80’s situation and it’s the style gives me a look, both are old man and woman. Some forgotten places of Chennai are remembered through the songs Mundhinam paartheanea and Machi machi. The plus thing about this move is music and cinematography. With this two main hands director Gautham creates magic on screen. The blue skies and places of US, misty golden bridge of San Francisco, and Kashmir are worth watching. I wonder why do film makers miss those heavenly places in Kashmir to capture and same time thanked the beauty was not disturbed by anyone.
Something I don’t want related to the picture was the kidnapping of a child and commandos rescue the unknown from armed militants. It actually remains me the recent terror strikes in Mumbai. There is no strong reason for suriya to save the small boy from the kidnappers, which deal with a fight where he visible a path lead him to army. Divya or ramya comes with nothingness, helped the movie to move towards the conclusion. Suriya, at every stage had grown through his character and as old man he was totally difference! The very minute meaning the film says is ‘what ever happen life has to go on…’ I just loved the relationship between daddy and the son. Which disclose the bold and friendly relationship, for a son to dad and dad to son happen to talk openly about there happening life and desire, is well most gives way to a healthy relationship. Seeing that, I was pleased thinking about my daddy - what I usually call him like, without failure he share with me everything and disclose hidden struggles of something unknown from his past, and to discuss anything before proceeding. Sure there would be a wish for the most, like a daddy one in the movie. Varanam Aayiram a meaning of ‘thousand elephants’!

Past and present

My cousin bother ashwin came home last evening to celebrate his birthday with me. He burn and blow the 10 candles mean to indicate he completes a decade and to share his cookies. Seems like unexpectedly we all get together for his birthday, what unusual, because certain things won’t come closer and we wish him calling to sudden remembrance, if not thus. I regret how I forgot his birthday I won’t mostly. He is someone very sweet and fond being the youngest in our all. I liked him for whatever he wanted to come here urging his parent to celebrate his birthday with us, and the moment last least but quite enchanting to mind in joining with our elders and cousins. Soon they left; the moment last for no matter and there were something to think from my bank of memories.

This day not only remember his birthday, a shadow yet to be real in someone’s life affects my relationship with one. On the same day a decade back, knowing the sweet news that my cousin is born, there was another message that my close cousin’s father engaged into a fatal accident – his bike met with a truck. It was the incident what happens after brings down a huge distance and sorrow differentiates my relation with that cousin. When it was remembered, the mind goes back in seeking those moments. We were uncommonly practiced relatives, but mind where so close to play and longing for the days to come yearly. Even thought later the distance becomes short, there was the mind that was not. I could not easily forget those days said to be the very pleasant moments in my lives. A life’s sweetest and wonderful are the childhood days, none could have forget those and ever to memories. My relationship is not lost; it’s forgotten by that person.

I couldn’t easily to think what distinguish our relationship. I could still feel the person care on me, but there are no expressions of love and not alone me, to none of those whom closely deserve. It’s right the self and carrier is important than nothing, but that mean they have to forget everything savors in past and should not try to realize how the change affects deeply someone whom cares? I think to childhoods are limited to the growth of knowledge and in self intense intention. There is no bound then in sharing our thoughts, wandering around; the solitary nights to depart in our innocent thoughts to insignificant talks extends beyond midnights. Glad the memories exist, even the person stops thinking. At least with me, something to felt from past that life was beautiful and inspiring more.