Friday, 23 November 2012

A Prophecy ∞




I need to build......

A place that acclimatizes deep-seated emotions, traits, receding pain..... !!

An immaterialistic thought.... with an injected human value not clouded...!

An innocuous cloth ... layered to distil the coarsed grit...!

That rejuvenates thawed threads.... leads to self transcendence...!

Incepts the philosophical optimism … that’s keeps the boat sailing…!

To inculcate the blissful ideology of faith and being Oneness…!

That enters my family scrapbook ............ to share the present with the future...!

Not to define myself but to value of “being loved’’...!!

&

I will build... My Heritage





Wednesday, 21 November 2012

An Unloaded Pistol | 2012 |



- Inspired by a true story

An adroit military soldier Capt.Sundar, sniper specialist - Found himself in the front lines of the battle of Kargil. Sent with an outsmarting skill inherited from his dad. As Indian snipers taking an increasing toll in Kargil, Sundar camped for a week mission along the LOC. He was connected to the intelligence team away from the battle 
team.

He was tested with patience and determination. Of course he had the focus towards his bait, waiting throughout the nights without a nap with his sniper fully loaded and eager index finder to trigger just to keep the flag high always.

He struggled by enduring the biting cold at high altitude along the LoC with his troops just carrying a priceless pride that "I am from Indian Army". 

He commemorates his acts of his dad – SVS.Manian, who injected the first seed of patriotism into him like how a mother injects the first seed of love.

SVS, a lower cadet soldier who was sent to Egypt and western countries during World War II - 1942, returned India after so many moons was his only inspirational war hero. He taught not the determination, patience but to love his own country.

When Sundar kept his eyes keen on passion rather counting his own medals, he was diagnosed with a critical kidney failure. He boarded back to Delhi military hospital immediately by leaving a hope to his mates that he will be back.

The next week his kidney was transplanted with no hope of joining military back.

In vain that organ never responded to him till now.

"May be my pistol is unloaded, but not my soul" - He mentioned.

Jai Hind….!!!

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

An Act Of The Millennium | 2012 |


When it always comes to rituals, functions, get-together and especially Diwali, the day starts with a humble pranams to Mother, Father, Guru and God. Of course Grand parents whose presence, wishes and acts are deep rooted into generations … becomes the real companion for their grand children in this occasion. 

I would say grand parents are like trees rooted nea
r the banks of river. Even if the river erodes the soil along the banks, it still pours flowers on them!!!!

It was around 12 years back when I was equally excited to burst crackers. As usual my dad was against it as he values each and every penny. But for me ''Its Millennium'', felt like I was lucky to burst on that day!

My grand dad :):):) a prestigious retired army man who gets a monthly pension of Rs 4000 which makes him feel 'I am independent'.

It was during the mid of month, he need to sail the entire month with the money left in his hand, I had only crackers which would do for half an hour, but he prioritized on fetching happiness to me.

He innocuously convinced people, dressed himself ... Looked at me and said ''let's go''.

That moment I was taught ''Family- threaded with many souls which prays unknowingly for each other's happiness and well being''

That's Heritage & I will build it !! 

71 and Still ticking ....!!!



- Inspired by a true story

Not every one meets an intersting person while they travel. I was seated next to an old lady (aged around 71)- very perceptive, while travelling back to my home town. Psychologically we were little anxious to know about each other to fill our long 8 hours journey. she spent her entire life in educating children and feeding the downtrodden inspite of holding three PG
 degrees.

As said ''you need to live life to know its essence'', i asked about her learning towards life.
She just replied 'son, u need to find your Swadharma'.
I replied ' wat is that?'.

''The act that can fetch you happiness throughout your life upon which u never attain saturation'', she replied.

Instead sensing the depthness of those words, i asked her 'then wats yours?'. She dint reply.
I was too anxious to know about it rather evaluating mine. We were talking long hours that one point we became too silent.

An old man......... May be around 76, with a stick, was waiting eagerly for her arrival in central.

She looked at me and said ''He is my Swadharma'' ..................... !!! - Aadhit Balaji B
 — at !! Coimbatore to Chennai - Duronto Express !!