brochure for an old work

its an aayurvedic folio which published under my editorship

young boys, should remain indoors

"Children, especially young boys, should remain indoors. I think there is a responsibility of parents to ensure that," Chidambaram said.

Miserably failed of keeping statehood again…….the statesman, shamelessly turns to the role of a failed class teacher. Power of militancy on the rise……

along the memories, to death

Roots are playing as the brain of plants. In a way, it can be a mysterious journey in search of water by the plants mainly with its roots. So, that journey reminding us water. For human beings, the plants can be the water or the memory of water. The ancient memories of water acquiring by birth, in those plants are passing through the wood as the current of the whole existence of nature. In that sense, the state of dying is the superlative of overflowing memories. So death is the inevitable returning of all, back to the memories of water. Otherwise, it can be the outburst at the peak of dawning memories of water. For the whole nature, it is so. Not plants alone, there rootless men also try to return to those ancient memories of water. That journey in search of water can be named as life, the life of all. The unbearable lightness of that water memories (jalasmrithikal) passing through the body of all should essentially be identified as peace. The unbearable lightness of being is peace

MALE FLOWS OVER FEMINITY

Woman who got a raw male substance is unpredictable. Whatever they do will be celebrated by the heart of world. Identifying male is feminity, in its raw sense. The life of raw never finds adjectives to express but goes at the verge of all experiences. They know that the ripe fruit only can fall. Acquiring energy by the practice and improvisations to liberate is art. Tonight I have met one woman who is getting ready to be liberated at the peaks of her emotional vibrancy. All performances are happening in terms instructions come out from unknown organic substances of human body. It is real beyond all supporting adjectives and no compromise over this matter to turn as something weak for standing without supporting adjectives. Maidhili prakash will be a standing memory. Last beat of a musical piece is the point of memory to return back to the real hearing at any time we want. Last drop of drinking water across the inner road of us to pass is the point of individual existence which is alone. At there the term and reality, “thing of past is being started’’

days gone in search of

01/11/09 Sunday

TWENTY FIVE YEARS AGO, THE NATION CRIED OVER NATIONALITY

It was a better day for me to begin. Punching the dates in letters with its emotions and intellect is beautiful but strenuous for all. But I am beginning to tell all of me, to me. A small about the valley of time which I belong can be reproduced by this. Identifying events and turnings in terms of newspaper view is the fate which any one faces. The reflection of news in visuals and letters fluently follows as the reaction of humans. Over the losses and remunerations of me, I am standing up to reflect the matters radiantly from me. These are the Speculations on the last handful of hours those passed just before. The day began with the hopeful call from Alice to wake up over the light. Newspapers confidently and shamelessly repeated the history in its usual rhythm. But today, over the pages tears was spread, strangely. Yesterday was the day of Mrs. Gandhi’s farewell and today, of horror over Sikhs at power city Delhi. Twenty five years ago, Nation cried over nationality. We try to remember it just as a past happening with no historic relevance. But this happening has been continuing as a day, a nation remembers with the shades of gloom just because of an emotional reason of death and charisma.