Little faces

The sweet chami is my uncle venkat’s daughter and the smart Sachin is uncle senthil’s son. Chami is someone being very quite from other kids, and she smiles unique. Sachin is pretty support for any snap and he will smile cute, but he refuses when giving pose.

Last weekend I was again to my native home, according to my promise made to cousin as per there visit to my home the week before I was. It was something being together couples of years back getting to this apartment life, what never felt is so close. I remember people telling ‘being nearer, rarity unknown, just making the thought true the relation between me and cousins. Being away in distance shows how much we miss each others sharing, loving and helpfulness, but every wish is not possible isn’t it. If I can live on myself, I can go with there wishes, but sometimes more than desires it’s the comfort and easiness decides our life. Again they raise the topic of returning back to native, thus it’s impossible, though I somehow manage to give them vow to get rented any near home that comforts me.

The time passes easily with nothing to beat boredom, the life moves along people passing like clouds, new pretty wagons on road the views from balcony completes my time. The forgotten games where played, taking different pictures from object to lives, lived the moment to give and take pleasure, but there is little sense that people expect from me, without understanding my experiment. But I never take it series and thought to see them apart, thus I want to remove the tine line between our relations dividing the insight mind alike the line between sea and sky. It was the life came across many misunderstanding and still continues more kindly is because of the love we young people share each other. Its long time wish bringing our nuclear families into mutual family, but I must indicate the thin line lacks become real this. I wish the understanding beings us together and hope it brought together.

Further is chaos?

The one, who chained the opponents into faction, is what unchained now. The ball is thrown out of the game, but there is something like who wins the game is chaos. The faction will lead the game without fracturing?

Future will answer...

President of Pakistan resigns!

Depict on freedom act

i am the one sitting in chair behind all

Casually one day I come across this decade old news paper which I saved sometimes back, that have my picture taken from my school’s Independence Day program. It was the only cultural program so far I have participated that could be particularly on India’s 50th Independence Day celebration at my school. Normally being shy to appear before crowd, I always lack raising hand when a circular comes in registering name for those like to participate in annual and Independence Day celebration. One time teacher added my name and knowing am not interested, but getting permission from mom made me take part in Villu paatu. I feared how come talking and singing before many for first time and thought to be withdrawing, but our teacher and principal encourage me to partake as it would be nice making all students involvement. So i was asked to come in traditional wearing of dhoti and white shirt, and girls in silk skirt and shirt. Our team was lead by friend kavitha; me and mate senthi with some junior class students’ as chorus, our story rolled with question and answers about freedom leaders and their struggle as a song.

Reached sometime by 6 in morning, unusual being so earlier get prepared myself with dialogues and wearing dad’s dhoti, tension climbs as time nearing. Adding, mom left home leaving me at campus and sent aunt to look-over the program and bringing me home. It was something like wording ‘thanthanathom endru solliyea villinil paada, amma villinil paada…’ at every end of the piece of information on freedom. They have given the chorus a two piece of metal known as ‘chingchak’ and giving away the bow tied with bells beaten with a stick to kavitha. Truly what we have singed then is out of remember now, only the scenes remain. I was carried in a chair to the ground by my friends and teachers courage to do better. Eyes searched for family face, none found in what in between me missing some lines that unnoticed in the long run story. In conclude it was proud to get applauds what gives a feel out of cage and what carried on in walk is pride.

It happens to be one special moment in my life. As said by some the patriot and national pride least when one is out of their school. But for me is more been out of school, the meaning of being a nation proud and what I am doing is nothing for my nation. Having freedoms to think, to look in my wishes but not really working in desires and in mass uselessly pass by. What is freedom? Who could work on his interest, to live on what is given, fearless to be true, is what the freedom I realize for myself. Is the pain and struggle only the fighters sense, but audience, they watch and feel happy when there fighter wins, express sorrow and disappoint when they lose. The fighters I like to mention her are my parent, if not them where is my freedom, first parents then the patriot.

The independence is history, taught by our teachers and leaders; today we think of it on these days alone. What today done is tomorrow’s history; even a blast could be counted for decades celebrating as a day. We are fighting with terror and anti-society today, restrictions for manyand the one is celebrating our own independence which is called. What’s the reason I think about freedom, it’s misused by some affecting many. An earthquake triggers vibrate, alike somewhereexplosion cause hesitate being freedom, is what getting strengthen terrorism. Unity among people will break the strength and rumors, and what I feel being us apart is comparison which brings a brake or gap leaking our collected drops of water. Being unity is safe and strength. Happy Independence :)

Belated B’day post

It was another day in my life, my b’day on the last day of last month. Nothing special to write, but as per thinking recent past it went simply just like that, to be wished my beloved ones. I feel more than wealth, is the warmth what comes from heart as words and caresses pleasures more. The morn waked down through dad’s embrace and kiss continued by mom, and with uncle, aunt and cousins wish completed my 23years. My sis brought me this present to let me guess, with no idea her mind thinking sweet, giving me this little angel doll. Uncle’s kid with box of celebration chocolate completes the day with his smile. Something I really feel worth, for not what they give me, to be sharing the moment there.

Those days it’s been a habit of sharing chocolates with neighbors and friends, after life changes it have been stopped, but this time mom gave sweets to the children of our neighbors. Someone will remain my existence on this day. Thanks so much dear friends for remembering my B’day and wished me through e-mails and scrapping orkut, the days am away from here.

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.