Morning 5:30 Kanyakumari beach, Located at the southernmost tip of the Indian Peninsula.

The very confluence of the three water bodies – Indian Ocean, the Arabian Sea and Gulf of Mannar

Thousand eagerly waiting to see the Sun rise.. it looked like God is descending to Earth and people are waiting! And in that early morning, the sweet seller is busy with his business no matter if sun rises or not. See the boy holding the pink sweets Duty consciousness.

The first few of the beautiful face of the Mother Nature. The heart feels so joyful seeing Her rising to show the world how beauty She is… thousands cheer on seeing her Good morning India!

Up, up, up , hurraaay…… Here She comes….

The Vivekanada Rock Memorial and 133 feet Thiruvalluvar statue shining brightly along with the sunrise.

Iam not a star….
There is no halo over my head
Fate doesn’t like the color of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine.

Who Am I?
Iam Survival.
Iam Guts.
Iam Pride. 

I like Odds especially when they are stacked against me,
Because there will be a time when I will stare them in my eye
And smile the smiles of the ones who pulled it off.
Iam the guy who will have line on his face someday
And it will make me good, when I laugh.
Because that is the day I will have no fear
And taste the sweat that is sweet
And look back for the very first time and say 
I DID IT MY WAY
THE LONG HARD WAY……….. 

Dear Mira,

Last Saturday, I spent close to 1/3rd of my day in Landmark, one of my favorite destination in Chennai. A place where I can smell the lovely books and hear soothing music. I forget myself when I enter landmark and I love that forgetfulness. This time apart from purchasing some of the all time classic literatures like Mark Tawain – Adventures of Huckelberry Fin, Thomas Hardy Mayor of Casterbridge etc.. I also spotted down a CD called “Kandisa” an album created by a band which I heard for the first time – “Indian Ocean.”

I came back home with all excitement to hear the songs in the CD. The CD title reflected hindi songs.. yes most of the songs were in hindi but there was one song which touched my soul and I have been hearing it continuously for past 4 days. The song looked like soul stiring with lyrics I cannot deciper and music so deep.  I went to the wikipideia to know more about the song. And here is what wiki says:

Kandisa is an ancient prayer in Aramaic. The literal translation of this word may be Holy/ Holy Praise / Divine Praise. This prayer is chanted even to this day in the Syriac Orthodox Church. The Band Indian Ocean adapted this song in their album and named the track Kandisa.

The song lyrics of Kandisa:

Kandisa Alahaye, Kandisa Esana
Kandisa Alahaye, Kandisa Esana
Aalam Balam Aalam, Aamenu Aamen
Sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
Aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana

Aalam Balam Aalam, Aamenu Aamen
Sliha Mar Yose, Almaduba Kudisa
Aangen Dhanusa, Nehave Dukharana
Kandisa Alaha, Kandisa Esana, Kandisa La Ma Yosa Isaraha Malem

Let me allow you all to enjoy the song as much as I did: (song from you tube and an inspirational video customized for the song)

Now the meaning of this prayer, rather calling it as song:

Holy GOD, Holy Strong One (epitome of divine strength-Omnipotent),
Invocation (3),
Truly, Truly, Truly (So be it) (Sanskrit: thathaasthu)
Our father Joseph, at your Holy altar,
humbly i submit (Sanskrit: Sarvam Samarpayaami), may that be forever in memory (heart and mind).
Holy GOD, Holy Strong One (epitome of divine strength- Omnipotent),
Holy immortal (epitome of immortality-Omnipresent), please have mercy on me.

It is just a bliss to hear the song and forget the world around

Good night Mira!

Shi

SHIVOHAM

Sachara chara para purna…Shivoham, Shivoham
Nityananda Swarupa…Shivoham, Shivoham
Anandoham, Anandoham, Anandoham, Anandoham

Shivoham

Shivoham

Shivoham

Shivoham

Sachara chara para purna…Shivoham, Shivoham
Nityananda Swarupa…Shivoham, Shivoham
Anandoham, Anandoham, Anandoham, Anandoham

 

I am that which prevails everywhere…complete in itself.

I am eternal, pure and infinite

I am Bliss itself,  I am Bliss itself

I am Shiva

Life is Beautiful

 

“Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.”

Dear Mira,

37 minutes more to go for removing the day from my calendar sheet. No matter what I plan, Sunday’s have always turned out to be one of my laziest days of the week. The day has been generously hot and humid except for few showers in the evening to chill the night. There is nothing much left to go out and visit and pass away the time too. Each second of the day passed by itself as it will be. Sunday has been nothing special than…

Lazy Day... Sunday

 1. Get up from my bed at 10:30 AM. Missed the sunrise… for months actually!

2. Brushed my teeth and had a hot tea

3. Newspaper, newspaper and newspaper

4. Scolding’s from my mommy. Why is that mom always get’s irritated whenever I read newspaper??

5. Check e-mails: office e-mail, client e-mail, yahoo mail and Gmail. Too many e-mail accounts sucks big time and more frustrating is not even a single e-mail in any of the inboxes except for few spam.

6. Have a haircut and shave

7. Take shower

8. Watch movie and have a tasty lunch from my mommy’s hand. At home, I’m too lazy to eat by myself. Drink some sweet lime juice.

9. Grr….. sleep beta sleep. What more you need in life.

10. Evening walk… and catch up with my reading book

11. A close friend of mine coming down to my home and spending some time. Talk about work, brood about work and hate the work.

12. Come back and have dinner

13. Online Chat with one other friend

14. Scanning through old pictures of my Savandurga trip

15. Now Blogging….

 Monday Blues has already started in me. Office is no different from school

 Have a good sleep guys…

Mira!!

For past 4 days, I have been completely hooked up watching television news channels. Nov 26^th 2008- Wednesday, like any other day I checked my mails before going to bed. When I signed out from Yahoo, I saw the news in the homepage of Yahoo informing that there is an attack on Mumbai. Today I still feel guilty of ignoring that news!! How selfish and lazy I had been that I did not even bother to look into the news and went about my work. I feel bad about my own attitude that I showed towards my own mother land, my own country.

 

Never in the dream had I realized that this news which I had bothered to ignore would keep me occupied for the rest of 3 days. Yes it was the news of War on Mumbai, the financial hub of India. The news channel had made us feel close to the place by covering every second on live all throughout 24 hours till the last terrorist was killed and the place was made under control.

 

I had seen all this only in movies and read in books, but watching it live brought every cell of my body to feel terrible. There were moments I felt so helpless, some moments which brought tears in my eyes, times which made me feel angry and innumerable feelings. Moreover it had been raining so badly out here in Chennai, that all three days looked so gloomy and depressed. I was watching silently, I didn’t go to work as I couldn’t concentrate on anything and I just felt that I could run to Mumbai and take thousands and thousands of people inside the places where the terrorist had kept so many in hostages for days. I know it looks silly, but I seriously felt, if thousands get up and walk towards these terrorist, how much they can kill, till the last bullet in their rifle or till the last grenade, but even by giving thousands of people, the strength of people will never die. The terrorists should have made felt that the united human civilized people are mightiest than that of their rifle, their mind set, the armies or whatever be it in the world. But I knew that these were just my revengeful wishes and can never happen. Occasionally I used to remember God and pray that things should get well soon.  There were also many questions running inside my mind. Why should the terrorist do all this? Even if they are brainwashed, can they be so cruel and uncivilized? Aren’t they born and brought up like us with care and affection? Don’t’ they have any feelings inside them even after hearing cry for help by small kids? I really don’t have an answer for all these questions, but I just hope one day it will all be over soon.

 

War on Mumbai

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

I feel very bad for the people who have lost their life. Never would they have thought or imagined that it would be their last dinner in restaurants, it would be their last hug with their dear ones, and it would be the last phone conversation or sms to their friends and relatives. My own mind could not even imagine in what situations these hostages would be. There were no other means of contact to the outside world except for the handy innovation of the century the mobile phones and that too with the limited time frame of charge. I could still feel that the family members of the lost hostages would cherish those last messages, phone calls in all their life time. The commandos, national security guards and the police men being woken up at 2:00 AM would never thought that they are heading for a 62-hour war with the well trained, planned and neatly executed terrorists. The martyr of this attack wouldn’t have imagined when they were woken up that next week they would not be alive to see this world; they would not be here in this world speaking with their family, friends and colleagues. The police men would have left from home saying bye to their family and confirming that they would return back in an hour and in reality never to return. Just going through all these feelings itself makes me very weak and sad. I just hope their family members get strength and courage to come out of the pain they must be undergoing.

Our Heroes

Watch Inside Taj

I just heard Hindi song… a English translation of that song:

 

“Come, so everyone can join together in prayer to God.

We wish for peace in life; we ask for fidelity in love

May You not delay in changing our situation, God!

 

Only You alone can we depend on; You are our one and only succor

There is no one of ours in this world of Yours

God, Allah, listen to this cry

Oh God, Allah, Supreme Being.

 

We cannot behold this scene of destruction

in neighborhoods laid to waste, these aching human beings

A mother stands holding the pieces of little bodies

You tell us where she should go amidst the smoke of gunfire

 

We are innocent, God; why did You give us this punishment?

Or is there hatred welling over in the hearts of everyone?

Remind them again of that lesson of love,

so this world filled with thorns will once again become a garden.

 

Hear our cry!!!

Hear our cry Oh! Dear Lord.

 

 

 

Old Woman Praying

 

In prayer and memory of our lost brothers and sisters

 

Love,

Palani

Dear Mira,

 

Today was my sister’s birthday. Morning I woke up late and by the time she left for office. I thought of calling and wishing her a happy birthday, but wishing her over phone is not really a good way. So I thought, I will order colorful flowers while going on the way to office and ask them to deliver home. Though I decided to do, before I was about to leave home, I over heard my mom speaking to one of my relatives that she would be visiting their place today. Now, I was clueless about ordering the flowers and moreover since I was already late to office, I did not give much thought about it.

 

Evening while coming from office, I made sure I brought a big bouquet of different variety of flowers and I presented her. She was very happy and gave me chocolate cake.

Colorful flowers

 

super pooo

God bless that I also thought of getting something for my mom, so I asked the shopkeeper for a rose and she gave me such a beautiful rose that I gave to my mom, and as always she was so much happy. Mama is happy so is Palani. So I’m going to bed now with very light and happy heart

 

Bye Mira.

 

-Palani

Mira,

      I came across poem. Guess the poem was written by Malcolm X, African American Muslim human rights activists. Nothing against both the kids, it is just to appreciate the feelings of a human: 

Innocent looking angels!!!

“When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black!!!

And you my white friend
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?”