I did it...

I did a mistake

not when i did it

but when some people said it

they said it is deviant 

as i didn't bow before the stone...

I did a blunder

not when i did it

but when some grades held it

they said it is minuscule

as i needed one more mark to make it...

I did nothing

though i did it

it is trivial 

but the world said i am a success

just because i fell down and got up with a fake smile...

I did it...

on few occasions 

for myself 

without adjectives 

Neither impressions nor expectations 

just to realize that i did it....

and, i will do it. 

-()-

 Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Deviant, Minuscule and Trivial

PS : Thanks Rachana for being the inspiration :)

Vizag and Warangal

This post is a part of Blogadda's Travel Photos contest where we have to display top five travel pictures clicked by us .

This picture is taken at Ramakrishna beach, Vishakapatnam on the Bhogi Day(Sankranthi festival). I had to wait  nearly 30 minutes for the boat to sail through the trail of sun image in the sea . On bhogi day, people will gather here in early mornings to celebrate Bhogi by creating heaps of flames . The Kailasa giri hill near this beach is a major tourist attraction .

 This picture is taken at Laknavaram lake, Warangal. This hanging bridge is a major tourist  attraction over there.  Warangal has got many historical temples like Ramappa temple, Thousand pillars temple etc.

This picture is taken at Laknavaram lake, Warangal. Though it appears to be a natural one, it was built by Kaakathiya kings. Serene, soothing and sublime. What appealed me is the shades of blue gradually diminishing into pale brown. This lake appears like a secret lake amidst the forest.

This picture is taken on the way to Araku valley, near Vishakapatnam. Actually we were suppose to catch the train, but we missed it and took the road way instead. We had to chase the train to click it amidst the winter  morning . This train passes through nearly 50 tunnels and many small bridges across the valley. Araku is also known as Andhra Ooti. As usual, the railway track was laid by the British for easy transportation of iron ore. Borra caves and Katiki water falls are other major tourist spots in Araku valley.

  This picture is taken at Rushikonda beach, Vishakapatnam . I deliberately avoided to show the faces of those kids riding on the horse . One of my best pictures i have clicked till now. What made me impacting is the way the girl holding her little brother.  Rushikonda beach is one of the beautiful beaches in Vishakapatnam and it has got resorts near by.

Square Bubble

You live in a bubble of your own. You love your bubble's eccentricity and transparency. You feel elated and inspired by the way your bubble of passion keeps floating in the air, though it is to be short lived. You are an off roader while others are on the highway. You are a voice that is unapologetic in acknowledging its roots, out of which it has grown and evolved gradually. In the era of plenty , you don't want to overdo things just to accentuate the effect. Your emphasis is on the significance of process rather than solution. You believe in going further and exploring new avenues. You hold a mirror that reflects the realities you had witnessed till now . And when the mirror broke , the realities multiplied. Even when you ask a question it comes across like a statement. Experiencing life in a different contexts provides you with a deeper understanding of life. It saves you from a narrow world view. You know that challenges are often the best tools for empowerment. The deeper the plunge, greater the challenge.

Dreaming under the stars of fiction, you allowed yourself to drift along the stream of consciousness. Many a sign board to the left and the right on the way tried and failed to lure you. It was tough for you when the wheel of time brought you back to where you started off. Its been a long journey from your desire to undesired destination. Soon you realized that Life's most valuable lessons are often tucked away in the basic pleasures and pursuits. You need to appreciate the simple things in life. You toiled like machine, chasing distant dreams, with no time to stop and stare. To make life meaningful, you must laud your efforts and accomplishments, before moving onto your next destination in life. You want to pause and give yourself a pat on the back for what you have achieved till now, before you discover the next big thing. Your juncture with books started with baby steps as books make you to understand experiences and experiences make you to understand books. It is not just a question of experience but also perspective and perception . Now, you are opinionated but not judgmental. You are habituated to move on like your bubble. You are on the right tracks now , don't stay there, keep moving, else, you will perish forever because of the fact , "One will be paid not to try but to succeed". You may still want to be in the same bubble, but dear, you need to adapt to a different bubble. May be an opaque and "Square Bubble ".

Do U want to name this topic??? - (Blog-a-ton 6)

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The present topic I am going to write here is of very adjective less and tag less type of presentation of my thoughts as I will not write this in a planned and scripted way and rather I will try to put it in a natural and instinctual way. I want to taste the amazing experience of writing whatever my mind senses but without filtering and controlling my thoughts.  Lets see where I will land upon. Whether I am going to conclude something or does it end without a tail. Is it really worthy topic on my blog? Am I keeping a tab that someone is going to read this? I just want to write something without prejudice and bias. If you are busy with your work , you can stop reading this here as it is almost fruitless. But if you are curious and excited, like me, to know what I am going to end with, you can continue. Initially i have planned to write on the concept of 'Simplicity', but as I opened my PC, I just got this naive and spontaneous idea of instinctual and natural way of writing. You may call it purposeless, aimless, meaningless, direction-less attempt. You may not call it so because you might not have stopped in between reading this topic. Even I am not going to bother about the literal standards while writing. I just want to travel along with this natural flow of writing which is as similar as a river's curvy journey. May be i have planned this so called 'unplanned writing', who knows? May be i am going to manipulate the thoughts of readers too in the name of natural flow, who knows? Going for this amusing and strange attempt, while listening to Rahman's latest album is really a bracing flavour till now.

Whenever you sing in bathrooms,whenever you rotate something on your fingers, whenever you play with children, whenever you drench in rain, whenever you gossip, whenever you call our friends, whenever you go to a temple, whenever you dance in isolation, whenever you hit our friends, whenever you play with a ball, whenever you hug your teddy, whenever you whistle a tune, whenever you try to grab those tender raindrops, whenever you hum a melody, whenever you soak in a gorgeous sunrise or sunset ............... you don't do all these things with a planned strategy every-time, sometimes they just happen instantaneously and are instinctual . Only i know the exact rational behind this effort.The reason may be that i don't want to get stereotyped or I don't want to follow established standards and procedures or I prefer natural instincts or I want to fill my boredom in life or I am trying to experiment or I love to be myself most of the times or I want my blog to represent myself more than the ideologies or i want to skip from the flock of proverbial sheep or i am lacking topics to write on or am i just kidding?? It all depends on your perception and opinion about me and the post.

This topic is not for publication or feedback, its just for my writing spree, to feel myself, to live at this moment in my own way. Neither the expectations nor the responsibilities, neither the isms nor the standards, neither the compliments nor the comments, neither the yesterday nor the tomorrow, should manipulate my thought process. Its neither about breaking some existing rules nor creating a new way of writing. Its simply to be original, though not creative. It is to be more of Me. It is to be like a small child who plays aimlessly and and yet gets the maximum satisfaction of living at that moment, who smiles for himself, who don't keep in mind that he is learning day by day, who depends on meaningless sounds and cries to express his momentary feelings and emotions, who hardly bothers about his surroundings , his parents, his past, his name, his nakedness, his looks, his capability, his stature, his colour, his ego while communicating with his toy friends.

Right now we are swimming hardly, in the malady of rat race, in the ocean of Consumerism, which is filled with hard core sharks of Planning, Career, Time management, Dedication, Morality, Commitment, Aims, Resolutions, Deadlines, Appraisals, Brands, Style statements, Weekends, Show offs, Gadgets, Social-websites parameters, and more, in order to keep afloat the ship of "Corporate" , at the cost of our Health, Emotions, Relationships, Passions and of course Life. When was the last time you lived a moment to its maximum and for yourself? When was the last time you felt that you were free from the shackles of past and future? When was the last time your mood was filled with joy irrespective of whether it is a weekend or a weekday? When was the last time you didn't act to satisfy the societal obligations? When was the last time you unmasked yourself from the clutches of formalities? When was the last time you embraced the colours of life?  Wow, its pleasantly surprising that such a purposeless writing has turned into some lively brainstorming(am not sure though it appears sort of...). I know you are still thinking whether this is a planned or unplanned writing. But only i know the fact that it has served my purpose of writing because i lived these 20 mins to the fullest possible with Rahman's soothing music. Its been proved yet one more time that happiness is within us. By the way,  when was the last time you lived a moment, absolutely in your own way ???


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He is still standing

Note : 
1. This post is to explain the reason behind writing the topic              "My New Friend"
2. This post is dry and boring . So please bear with it.    Thanks for your time.

He is still standing. His gesture is imperceptible, unobservable, uncountable but he is standing with a clarity of thought . He is having a train of thoughts running on the tracks of tough-truths passing through the stations of Uncertainty and Expectations to reach the destination of Self-actualization. He is standing in an isolated corner of a crowded gathering. He is not alone but feeling lonely. Its not because of Failure or Depression. It is because of his consciousness that compulsions, obligations and circumstances keep him busy in executing his Brain's threads. He is neither complaining nor blaming. He is still standing. He is just looking around for that supportive shoulder, for a few seconds at least , to lean on and sigh, if not ventilate. He wants to move to take the happiness he finds in those small events and incidents , which may seem insignificant to others, but he cannot move.

He is still standing. He is just thinking about the race of rainbow he had dreamed. He started off it very well and indeed he was one of the front runners. He might not had the assurance of success then but he has got the right means and tracks to explore the potentiality, possibility and probability of worldly Success. But, suddenly he stopped running the race in between, for the reason, which is known only to him. He is just standing beside the race tracks. He is being surpassed and humiliated by everyone and within no time he realised that he is seeing them at the horizon. Then started the brickbats from the social pressure. But, he is still standing. His legs are asking him, daily, to take the run. He is dumb to the questions of his legs. He is still standing witnessing the sunrises and sunsets , daily, with a hope of a tiny slice of rainbow at least. The success obsessed society started the blame game with more intensity and it was quite obvious. He is listening to them but he is still standing in searching of the options to bear the humiliation and insult . He knows the reasons very well for his standing . He is helpless. How come he can answer to society's rational, logical , genuine and concerned questions where he is unable to answer his own legs. He has to be silent bearing all the mounted pressure on his shoulders and without complaining because of the fact that one cannot ask others to show care, concern, affection and love. They should blossom, unplanned. Emotional feelings are not verbs to manipulate but they are adjectives to erupt naturally. He stopped expecting care, concern, affection and love from others long back and he is searching desperately and deliberately for those 4 things within him, bearing the bags of unheard feelings and emotions, because he hates animated and wooden expressions of concern and care.

He still stands there. He even cannot respond to some genuine responses from others and in return he has to bear their ego lashes. His list of tags kept on growing. He is still silent and emotionless though his heart says that, " I am saturated, enough, i just cant hold this volcano of emotions. I need a channel to flush them out". He is still standing. His heart questioned him , " Why do u suffer so much for the things u were not responsible consciously ". Then his emotional and psychological vibrations gave his heart the answer that he has got a rational reason for why he is standing there. His heart and legs are supporting him by saying that they are ready to fight against everything except for the reason he has said. He is not bothered about the image but the way he is standing. He knows very well that his contenders are he and himself. He is competing with himself but certain things should happen at the right time. He wants to evolve to the maximum. He wants to broaden his wavelength of perception. He hasn't still got the command on Wisdom, but he still craves for realisation. It is not that he is sad but he is not happy , in spite of pleasures and comforts. Anyways, he is still standing, not for sympathy, but for solution.

Now, he has to run a race meant for someone else where neither his legs nor his heart are interested but his stomach is. May be its a matter of self respect as a human being that is making him to prepare for the new race. He has got only one feel good factor that at least he knows what is happening with and within him. Sometimes he feels that he is abandoned and dejected but the issue is so complex and obscure that even the best perceptions and empathy may not give their compassion to him. He has been offered many promises and assurances by many persons that they are ready to catch him if he falls. But they remained just promises of words and few raised the eyebrows instead . Anyways, its all about bearing the pain without showing and complaining, and, he is habituated to that. May be this is a part of evolution of life. He is learning to adopt and adapt to the new race with a pinch of new perceptions and flavours. But, in search of a shoulder......... he is still standing.

My New Friend

Hey! Its a pretty good time as i have a great news for Me, though its not a party time. Yes, of course and obvious, only for Me. I have decided to update my blog as frequently as possible because i got a special reason and purpose to express more on wide range of topics. May be this is one of the best things happened in my Life till now. Nope, its not a book. Its a Person i met recently. Thanks to Orkut once again. When i started this blog, i didn't expect that i will come across such a Friend so soon. I am pleasantly surprised. Yes, finally, its all about a Friend who eagerly and desperately waits for my blog updates .......... who understands my views, opinions, intentions, sensing and perceptions in the right and accurate way .......... who really bothers to know why the hell i write this crapped blog ........ who advices me in improving my writing skills through unbiased and constructive feedback .......... who constantly keeps me motivating whenever i feel low .......... who gives me umpteen number of reasons why i can be glad even at my worst level .......... who doubles my priceless hopes with optimistic strategies ......... who acts as a catalyst in accelerating my enthusiasm and exuberance ......... who even laughs at my jokes ......... who empathises with my situations, circumstances and obligations ......... who spends some quality time in listening to my tribulations ........ who knows the logic behind my rational and emotional decisions i made ....... who pats me on my shoulder for my small, tiny and minute achievements .......... who is always ready to lend his hand at least morally, if not materially ......... who can accompany me while confronting more Tough-Truths with aplomb in due course of my life ........ who shares my Irani chai daily ....... who knows very well why i madly admire A R Rahman and Sachin ..... who knows why i became an Agnostic ...... and finally who responds to my responses. I am lucky enough that we have similar interests, passions and aims in Life. Our lives almost travel parallel on the same track and i hope we wont intersect at the coming stations of Life. I think from now onwards I should stop facing the life and start flowing with the Life. I am at the loss of the words to explain about my Friend, not because he is great, but he is a dud and achieved nothing till now. But he still tries to install a pinch of rainbow to my Life through his Questions. In fact literally there is nothing to boast about him. I think even two words are too many for this Tag-less guy. All i can reveal is his identity ........ His name is "Mahesh"..., Yeah! that's Me, " My New Friend."

Intention - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Intention

" What are you reading ? ", Rishitha asked Mahesh.

" Reading about current social problems in India. "

" Any exam? "

" No ... I want to write a new topic about poverty and farmers in 55 words ."

" That' s Great. You really care for them." 
 
" Not exactly ...... It is easy to blog than to help them, besides, i get few awards too."

PS: This post is dedicated to 'Honest Scrap Award' presented by 'Guria' to 'Wisdomism'. 

Note: No offences intended to anyone, except Me.

Pics through my lens

Mahesh in Lens

First Love

Hi Karthik !!! Hope you are doing great in your life and career and you did receive my mail in your smiles. Yeah! I mean it because i like when you smile . In fact it was your smile with which you met me when you were in 6th standard. Got me buddy?? Nah ???...... Me, your First Love. Anyways, I remember you, still, in spite of my hell called Life. Do you remember those days when you were deeply passionate and emotionally aroused about me and my looks?. I was your only dream and darling then. You spent almost 1 year just staring at me. You did impress me with your gross innocent attention and priority towards me. You were so desperate that nothing else could convince you to be happy other than me. I still remember those enthusiastic young looks. The way you managed to get me at any cost really impressed me. It was not that easy for you to get me. You overcame many hurdles and speed breakers with exuberance to have that ultimate hold on me.

Finally the day came. You won a big war at home to posses me. You got the way cleared. You just came near to me with certain emotional excitement. You had a instinctual glance over me from top to bottom as well as front and back. You were really elated with positive energy in your glittering eyes. It was for the first time you were so close to me and i was excited too. At last you touched my hand gently with warmth. It was still unbelievable for you. It took some seconds for you to realize that it is in reality indeed and not a dream. You were speechless and adjective less. From there started our beautiful journey, all over Mahabubnagar. We left no stone unturned to cover all the major hangouts, ice cream parlors, chat, movies, coffee joints, hillocks, parks, temples, lakes, exhibition, circus, cricket ground and what not. The times when you use to celebrate your hero Sachin's centuries and hum those Rahman's soothing tunes, still create a fragrance of your presence with me . You were so attached to me that you took at most care about me in every possible aspect. Did you remember the day when a thorn pricked my foot and the way you lifted and took me in your hands to get me healed. You use to surprise me with your decorative gifts, though i never insisted. I know they were just add-ons to show your care and love towards me. You were very expressive then. Neither the exams nor the cricket was able to take your attention away from me. The day still flashes in my mind on which you proudly introduced me to your friends with a pinch of exclusiveness and privilege. You were so obsessed and possessive about me that you even refused your friends and brother to have that privileged access to me. You were saturated in my love. I thanked god many times for blessing me with such a wonderful person in my mechanical life with whom i can feel myself. My world was filled with only one thing , You. I thought it was going well with you, forever. But after 4 years , fate conspired the bad phase.

It started when you went to Hyderabad for your Intermediate studies. You left me half-heartedly with a promise of returning soon. It was really a hell for me, but it strengthened our relationship. It got reflected when you came for your home sick holidays. You were excited by seeing me after such a gap. Your sweet hug gave me a sense of security but you seemed little bit matured and determined. I did sense some vibrations, not for me, but for EAMCET. I thought its OK , as career is an important and crucial part of life and of course i am your life. So, i was confident and optimistic about our relationship. In fact , i was happy for your aims and goals and i wish i could contribute my role to it. You went back to your studies. I was in waiting for you like a B.Techie for a software job. You came and went back in a hurry but didn't even bothered to notice me . I thought might be you were focused and concentrated on one thing you wanted. Anyways, by that time, our relationship was at horizon.

The day of Hell came at last. That shocking news still creates vibrations in me. Your brother told me that I am no more into your life and someone else had entered in your life by replacing me. And to my utter shock and surprise , you met her when you were in Hyderabad, and fell in love with her spectacular binding looks. I even heard that, you felt, your Second Love was gorgeous, splendid and was many times better than me in all aspects. It seemed that she was more convenient to your requirements and had got undivided attention from you. It was not a war, it was a battle you won, to get her. You broke the mirror of promises and love. At least, you could have told me what went wrong with me. Was your problem with me or with us or no problem at all.??. Might be i should understand that only uncertainty is certain. May be this is called as life and i have to move on. But i came to know that you were the happiest person in the Universe when you got her. You went for her because she was fast and cooperative as well as friendly enough, though she demands high maintenance you really never bothered about that. Whenever i use to hear that you were in vacation with her in a nearby picnic spot, i use to feel the pain of dejection and soon i was in the malady of depression which gradually effected my health. I know i am a bit conventional, slow and simple. I know very well that i really don't have that oomph factor and hot appeal which she has . But buddy......... what could i say and how could i express my agony and pain. The torture of being neglected was unbearable but i didn't had choice either.

I am not jealous about your love but i do miss you a bunch because no one can ever replace you for me, though, anything can replace me for you, easily. I was noticing every event happening in your life, wishing for your happiness and growth, but you really never bothered to ask at least whats happening with me. May be because you know better than me that Change is the Law of Nature and hence you just moved on with your requirements and priorities. Your college days were over and you were placed in a fancy corporate. May be your commercialized, materialistic and consumerist mindset want a new corporate girl too. Who knows?. You need a symbol for your numerical growth. I know i am a bit sarcastic but it came from my wounded and desperate heart. Not to my surprise, it happened one day, as i expected. Its your Third Love. Yeah, a new flashy corporate girl did enter your luxurious life in which you hesitate even to take my name in front of your new friends . All my sympathies to your second girl in your life. I neither can pronounce the adjectives with which your brother has described your new girl's features nor i am eligible even to talk about her. But somewhere i whole heartedly feel happy that you have reached great heights and i was part of it at least for some years if not for life time.

To be frank enough i am still desperate to have your cute smile and warm touch. You love me or You love me not, but i do love you . Now i am living with a only hope , somewhere in my wounded heart, that one fine day you will realize that i was once part of your life and try to spend at least few moments, if not hours, in my lap, at least as a childhood friend , if not as my love. Because I do always cherish the moments of being your First Love. Hmmm....... Keep rocking the way you are heading in your paced life. Have smiles and fun with your objectiveness love life .Finally, though i know that one shouldn't ask for love, care and concern from others, i am desperate in asking you to meet me this February 14 out of your busy lofty celebrations, not because its a Valentine's Day, but its my Birthday, may be my last Birthday, who knows?. If it is not possible for you, at least try to search for me in your childhood database for those tender moments you had spent with me. Anyways, do take care dear . Miss u a bunch, forever, and ever. Truly yours, your childhood pal, in everlasting waiting ............
By the way, do you remember my name? No?.........Anyways , my name is Hero Ranger........your bicycle and First Love.