sorry folks,coudnt think of a title...!!!

This morning I was kinda disturbed. I have just downloaded 4 books online in matter of minutes. I was amazed how such a fat books can fit in small space of computer folders.Internet , and other gizmos like Ipad or Kindle have definitely changed the way we see the world .they have changed the reading habits which remained more or less same fer centuries.No longer I need to carry heavy books . All I need to carry is one Ipad or E-Kindle which will have 100s of books;all atthe click of button.No longer I can feel the touch of paper or smell it.Now its all electronic digitized bits and bytes.No longer I have to go to local flea market to buy some old books and which require my negotiating skills. Its simple down load button ., and there we have tons of books with little or no cost. No longer I have to fear of termites n bookworms damaging my comics. Now its all viruses and computer bugs.



I guess this is what the world should always be ready to brace; ”The Change” only constant in the world of fluid change is is change itself.We comfortably evolved from days of big black telephone (hard or land line as its called now) to 3G cell phones..from fat wallets to ATMs.Cassettes to DVd .Same with books.From hardbound books to e books But iam still old fashioned when it comes to reading or buying books. I still prefer to hold the book and flip the pages as it gives me personal touch .




Well coming back to present., after quick downloads I went to local library where I spend all my free time (as well as stolen office timings).As I was returning I saw bundle of yet-to-be-bar coded books at feet of librarian.Out of curiosity I flipped through the books wondering what titles are they. Believe me ., I felt like hitting billion bucks lottery .It was absolute treasure trove. These are comics which I have spent my entire childhood on. All comics of 1940 to 80s . the flash, superman, justice league, commando and our own indrajal comics ,DC comics, Marvel comics and so many . for a moment my my pulse went erratic as my mind raced to assimilate all information my eyes feeding at rapid speed.I know the value of eacjh and every book of these kind.Guess what , the 1st spiderman comic of 1960 went for 20 lakh INR in auction . but a true bibliophile would never sell his books .Well that’s another matter. As for these books though they are yellowed by ravages of time. They are mostly in perfect condition. I wondered who could have donated them to library (I wish and I really really wish he has given it to me rather than library)



These books or comics are of old world which only a fellow book lover or connoisseur can identify it with. The old world when only DD-1 ruled the airwaves rather than 200 channel HD LCD TVs as of now or when people slept by 9 pm and roads were deserted by 10 pm .Days when postal services were what people waited for rather than instant video sms from your android smart phone. Comics whose pages were yellowed , giving the smell of olden days which is just like smell of mud before rain.Very natural and very earthy.



As I flipped the pages of comics I wondered who the collector was. He definitely is a book lover iof he had preserved so many comics for so many years. I wondered under what circumstances did he donate these Gems of Literature. Even I have tons of comics ., and would a day come that I donate or give to anyone ??..no., Never. Iam too greedy and selfish when it comes to my books. They are like babies and would never part with them even I need to die. For a moment I just thought of all those books of mine that are lying in those boxes . Books which I know I would never read them again .Some books which are preserved out of the sentimental value such as those books presented by someone really special or some books which have some memories embedded to them and some books which I had walked miles to buy them as a kid ..books I know I would never open them again ..



My entire attitude changed when I read paulo Coelho book few days back in train to Bangalore which put things in perspective which I would reproduce (without permission of course)





“I simply believe that a book has its own journey to make and should not be condemned to being stuck on a shelf. Lets leave our books free to travel them, to be touched by other hands and enjoyed by others eyes”



Well…guess that’s what might the owner of all those books who donated might have felt ..maybe one of days in far future I might think in same way .,…let those lovely gems of literature be held as many as humanity can hold

India Conquered....!!!!

I NEVER THOUGHT A SUPER PATRIOT LIKE ME WOULD WRITE THIS...THAT TOO WITH INDEPENDENCE DAY JUST ROUND THE CORNER"


But what to do ...Truth has to be adhered ..I always speak Truth, nothing but truth.I speak truth as much as lawyers speak in court or kid speaks about his report card.The Truth is i was not aware ..it was so subtle . its like blink-u-wud-miss truth.Its almost invisible. Just like nano size element. But its still in the plain sight of all Indians yet we all missed it in acknowledging the truth. The Truth is ..

India got invaded and is conquered by Pakistan and China..!!! How and Why and When are obvious questions by you ignorant, sleeping Indians.

Preamble:Little bit of history before we get into main theme...The sadest reality since 1947 is that India had no chioce n luxury in choosing its neighbours. We seem to have more enemies in our backyard than friends whom we can count.We all know India had fought 1948,65,71 and kargil war with pakistan(n won most of time)(if you dont know anything about these wars ,watch BORDER for 1971 war where garam sunny deol ravages entire paksitan platoon in one roar) and in 1962 with china where we lost in most disgraceful manner ...(I didnt include all those wars we played sportively on playgrounds like cricket, hockey,kabbadi matches, hide n seek games (played exculsively by Pak based terrorists with Indian Special forces soldiers) we play with pakistan and and olympic games where China won enough medals in single event that would outstrip all medals we won in all olympics fer next 10 years n in last 70 years)








Comming back to Present ., let us deal with China 1st

Case of China is like "Crouching Tiger(India) and Hidden Dragon(Chinese)".We are always alert yet dragon is hidden in India .Without knowledge of Intelligence.,Army etc they successfully conquered India. How How come we missed sight of so many Chinese Fast food Centres almost in every galli/mohalla/lane/bylane/higway/roadway/noway dishing out Gobi Manchuria,Shezwan Rice,Hakka noodles,Cantonese chicken etce etc .All these recipes are places in China.Unknowingly they conquered Indias palate and taste and the way we eat things.Our Indian recipies are over written by chinese in hotel menus...See they are in plain sight yet gone unnoticed. no wonder chinese are masters of disguise

Coming to our best friend which never never leaves us.As inseparable as Pani and Puri in Pani-Puri and Tom and Jerry, DevD-Kalki,.Yeah ., its our Hot & Sweet Pakistan...Though our Bollywood n Saas-Bahu conqured Pakistan since time of Piracy and Cable connections., Pakstan took uiltimate revenge last week when they sent their brand new Hyper Lovely,Ultra-Beautful, Electrifyingly-Cute Foreign Minister "Hina Rabbani Khan"(HRK ala SRK))..every Man in India was oggling at this breath taking beauty where as every women perhaps was fumbling with jealousy as their men were transfixed at this young beauty..All nespapers were more interested in taking her photos rather than focus on theme ((incase u forget its "Indo-pak talks")).No one knows what our foreign minister S.M.Krishna(who wasnt seen in any newspaper though He was the host) has spoken with HRK..(guess he must have asked her personal phone number and emial id ).If this HRK was in India , she wud have been next model fer Pepsi youngistan or heroine next to Rajinikanth or bollywoods SRK (SRK+HRK=Rab ne Bana di Jodi ...wasnt that film flop??)







Now entire Indian Strategists and Patriot Planners and Diplomats are in state of tumble.India has to counter Hina-PR-Coup in India before her spell is cast on all 75+aged dynamic Ministers and they agree to every honey dipped words of Hina(who knows ..they might even agree to give away Kashmir without givig Bihar as free gift.One plus One Free offer). They scoured for Warriors who could counter attack HRK charm either by Charming her or Charring her.

First choice fell on Uncle Amar singh . But Jayapradha wont agree .

Second choice came upon Ranbir Kapoor but He is totally unpredictable fickle tapori..Today Hina ., tommroow Katrina.

Third choice was on Ultimate play boy of India and former 85 year old AP governor who was caught on tape with not one but 4 young women on bed(yeh dil manga more ..what a man ...iam sure he could be brand ambassador for Viagara). He can destroy entire batallion of women singlehandledly but the poor man is busy fighting cases in court when his illegitamate son sued against him





Finally they decided to field our own Chocolate boy Rahul Gandhi to counter Honeyed Hina..As none of our Dynamic youth leaders are less than 75 and with Rahul Gandhi has taken celibecy after his foreign Mom Sonia broke his heart by not allowing him to marry his foreign venezeluen GF, Our strategists had to think think think ...strain their brains till trains of thoughts come with Eureka moment ....Finally they came up with solution ...

To Counter Hina ..make Foreign Minister KATRINA ...

Seeker Guides....!!!!

My fascination with Fables n Fairy tales began on my mother lap as a kid when i used to listen with rapture all tales of valour of ancient kings , mythological tales of scriptures. All night my mind regaled those stories as dreams went wild in fantasies. Those bed time stories at impressionable age had deep impact to this day and perhaps in future lives as well..Once iam old enough to read books , my choice of books were still the same ..Stories of Valour, Kings from Scriptures, humour n adventures..Sprituality was always my favourite after all it was part of family DNA for known 3 generations. Among all those tons of books on this topic i read i bring out 5 or 6 best of all i belive in my limited understnding. All are extremely good hence there is no best among this list.Each has its ow speciality n uniquness.Here i goes

1) Autobiography of Yogi by Yogananda Paramahamsa:



One of the worlds most popular spiritual biographies by yogananda. Can be said Indias best export to west who popularised Kriya yoga. Rajini kanths "Baba" movie is taken partly from this book and "Living with himalayan masters" which is comming next. His other books include "Divine Romance and Eternal Quest" but His Autobiography over shadows all his other works.Surprisingly this book comes at real economical price at 75/-

2) Living with himalyan Masters by Swami Rama:
Another NRI-American Swamiji.This book is all about Swami Ramas fantastic experiences with Himalayans sages which rivals Autobiography of Yogi in style and substance..He has been accusd both as Swami and CIA agent His other noteworthy works include "Art if Joyful Living", "Inspired Thoughts"(Out if publication), Eleventh Hour etc




Both the books speak about expereincs which are too fantatsic to normal rational human thought. Their Absolute control over their bodies is truly astounding.they show how tjhrough their penances they gain control even on every cell of human bodies.Telepathy,Clairvoance,control over life and Death,stopping brain waves and heart beat etc are some of experiences they write about. Believe them or not ., Read them and Relish them as Souls fodder

3) Guaranteed Solutions by Nityananda Paramahamsha

Who doesnt know this young swami(supposed to be youngest spiriyual leader in world), after sting operation by sun tv beamed his advntures with actress Ranjita non stop on prime time. i purchased this book in strange situations.I read his artcile in newspaper. i was so impressed of his wisdom, that i just woke up early in morning with no forethought or plan i travelled without map to a small village where He has his temple in outskirts of hyderebad and bought his books



He can be Fake or not, thats none of my business. His wisdom about basic primitive emotions ie Greed, Love, Jealousy etc documented in Guranteed Solutions is outstanding n very practical.He dissects human mentality very precisely and explains in simple laymans terms.He explains how actually each of emotion plays its infulence in our lives. If only we can apply these principles at least by 1% , our lives would be far peaceful than what we are now .This is one book i reccommned to everybody which is pure wisdom .He doesnt speak about religion, miracles, anecdotes etc in this book.Its just about our daily life .Read it and you would know what iam talking about....Trust me buddies., several psychlogical chinks in ur life will be ironed out by mere reading this book


4) Aghora Triology1 2 3 by Robert Svoboda



"Life is mere memory ., be it beautiful or bitter, its just a memory" muses Aghori Vimalananda. I read that line in Odessey book store in jubklee hills when i was a teen. I never got enough funds to buy that book. I had to wait for another 5 years before i could lay my hands on it

Aghora 1(the Left hand of God); Aghora 2(Kundalini); Aghora 3 (Law of Karma). When i read Aghora-1 for the first time i lost half my sleep in nights due to sheer fear.All books i read till now are books that go easy on reader but Aghora triology is no-holds-barred .He shows no mercy and is often ruthlessly frank.No sugar coating for benefit of ignorant reader.These books are of Left hand of Tantra. Aghoris themslves are fierce saints who are said to eat dead bodies and these books "Left hand of Tantras" are more extreme in frankness. Though not suggested for faint hearts, neverthless its very informative which would open new grooves in your brain.

5) Sudarshan Kriya of Sri Sri Ravi shankar founder of Art of Living:




I wrote enough about books.Enough of theory. Now some action ..Sri Sri Ravishankars practcal gift to humanity.Sudarhsan kriya -Simple breathing exercises would directly sars through stresses in ones head. i have documented my personal experiences in my another webpage. the link is given below





http://matrixstrikesback.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&updated-max=2011-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&max-results=18

As they say ...

I Pray to Divinity in You

"Loka samasta sukhino bhavantu"
"May All Beings Be Happy and Free"

TIME MACHINE

Other day a weird thought hit my empty brain. It was sunny day .Bright with no heat . It reminded me my school days summer holidays when all i used to do was laze under trees .Then i wondered how would it be if i had power to go back into time . What if we can go back the time. Time is impenetrable but still a lazy fantasy to look back all the events in live back in time .

Time machine is ultimate dream come true for all those scinetists and writers and day dreamers like me .The earliest memory of Time machine was reading HG Wells classsical book "Time machine" and and now a days many movies must have come based on the concept...easrliest movie i remeber was "Blast from the Past"

where science ends , spirituality begins.If anyone of you read any of the works of Tibetian Lama Lobsang Rampa (arun, iam half way up ), He speaks of Akakshic Records where everything about past and present and future are/were/will be stored up and one can tune into it ..Iam not talented as Lobsang Rampa nor iam equiped with HG Wells imagination . iam just a mere dreamer ..Day dreamer. one who dream,s with his eyes wide open (n who lives life with his eyes closed especially at work)

i wondered what if i get a chance or in far distant future we invent such machines what would i see...Iam always frightened of functioning of my brain.It comes with awesome diablocial ideas . iam afraid when ., unknowignly i might listen to it and implement its dangerous senseless ideas(Didnt someone say..Be Master of Will but slave of Consceince"). But for entertainment and slapstick humour , i can totally rely on it..So i wonererd if i would go back to Past or peek into Future

I guess i would turn my focus into Past..zap back beyond centuries of Time and Space and watch the grand evolution of Earth.,watch the historical freedom struggle of our country. I still cannot imagine the force of Gandhjis words on advocacy of Non violence..At his call., not a single satyagrahi lifted his hands in self defence when bashed up by british soldiers with metal lathis.Rows and rows , obediently stood to get beaten.the fallen ones are taken away for treatment and new rows of freedom fighters took the place.Just imagine, i , at slight even perceived sense of danger would go into defensive stance.My training in karate with my teacher was drilled into bone and blood such that even in dead sleep., my hands go into defensive formation. and here pre 1947., people volunetarily give themselves to blows. Unimaginable

Probably next time station would be 1945-1960-1980: Wolrd war between Germany ad Western nations and Intense Cold war between USSR and USA. Even before i could read Indian History ., i was well versed in World war history .thanks to tons of comics i used ot read.some how i regale old european history and aura that period holds.The spy war after WW-2 was one topic i dreamed endlessly.the technology., heated rivalry and almost nuclear war bnetween USSR and USA was mind spinning.Not forgetting technological race and espionage .Damn thrilling.




My entire childhood and to this age aaswell., it spent most of time reading comics esp Amar chitra kathas.I always wondered if Mahabaratha war really took place or not.The missiles they use were too awesome to be imaginative..Can Arjunas Brahmastras be a nuclear weapon invoked by Mantras power??Did Aliens acutally used to visit Earth.Otherwise how can we explain those big Pyramid and weird sculptures of green wich. Are puspaka Vimanas(Flying Vehicles) of past are in reality space ship (atharvanaveda speaks of vimankiasastra dealing with flying vehicles of most modern weapons imginabe 3000 ears ago)

As a kid i was regaled everynight with stories from fables n valour of kings by my mom., and Asoka was always my favourite.Ashoka was one King in Ancient India who deseves nobel prize .Just imagine a King with iron will and never give up spirit and extreme love for power ad war giving up his power after kalinga war after seeing sea of blood shed. We cannot give up our little power on our friends and all poloiticans in wolrd cling to power till death do them a part . And heres the hero who gave up at prime of his power and that too voluntarily

One should watch earth when dinosaurs walked the earth (i never sw movie jurassic park..alas) but iam too scared of any animal. But more importantly, last but not the least., i would enjoy to peak watching my friend grow up. A stupid friend who got mike inplace of throat and shreiks at hyper decibel level that kills eardrums.Watch the person grow from infancy to adulthood till we met.Watch when the person almost died by electrick shock when live wire came in contact in garden. watch the naughty thngs and studiousness as one topped exams in school n college . silently witnessing



if i keep goin on i guess there wont be any commercial break to my sense of umagination and my brain never gets tired at all.well buddies before i get struck up in some unknown historical era ., i would come back to present . Who knows many of my current day friends could have been Napoleon or Ceaser or Hitler or Ashoka or Samudra gupta or cholas or chimpanzees in their past lives....

Enjoy your present ..thats why its called Present

Dobhi Ghat aka Samshan Ghat

Inflation seems to be hitting the skies with all vegetables n stuffs prices skyrocketing.But i wonder how come cell phones and softdrinkes prices seldom go up.?Yesterday i askd fer couple of eggs and i was charged 8/-.We both had to convince each other.I had convince i just want 2 HEN eggs not Ostrich eggs and shopkeeper was equally adamant in pushing just two lilliput size eggs claiming they belong to hens not of some insects or humming birds.Ok leave maths and economics apart..They strain my tiny brain..

"Thinking before Doing" was just never my strong point.Many a times i wonder why i have taken some action or decsion.I just finished reading my second pakistani novel "Reluctant Fundamentalist".Really spooky boring novel which gave me severe headache.Next many minutes i was busy doing absolutely nothing .Suddenly i got up and took an auto for movie Dobhi Ghat as if i didnt know other way to torture yourself .








Hmm...Dobhi ghat by Ammir Khan biwi no 2.Well movie began on pale note.Well i guessed and hoped some masala excitment is just round the corner.But to much of my disappointment , movie was sheer mental torture and beja fry except for the face of pretty lass moncia dogra.Kiran Bhenji (Amir Khans official biwi no 2 cum director of this great Art movie) certainly desreves credit for introducing the F-word graciously and artistically.F word has replaced our traditional slurs like Neech,Kamina , Kuthe etc. Certainly F word has become quite popular these days.Few weeks back one pretty girl used WTF on Gchat.Being ignorant or plainly stupid and cyber illiterate., i was racking what the hell could this be WTF and pride and ego prevented me from asking her.Stupid enough i was that i havcent even searched it on google.I was wondering.,probably this WTF could be some international organisation like WTO or WWF or WWE etc only to realise that its a smart acronym for What The F***K....No wonder Osho sooth sayed long back that F word is the most versatile word in English Dictionary(Google it folks .Its really funny n hilarious)

Hmm..Amir Khan and Yummy Yummy Monica in film use it once or more , i really dont know as i made a grand exit within 30 minutes of waiting for credits to flow on screen.My bad luck is afflicted with worst luck . Movie is of 90 minutes and to my horror there was no interval..I was trapped like rat and at total mercy in hands of Mrs Kiran Amir Khan Bhenji..Waiting for credits was really excruciating .Movie was movng at amazingly slow pace.There was no masala .Sex scenes were absent.Instead you had to imagine that it took place.No ., no even bluring image or atleast hands were shown.Kiran behnji was smart enough to not to let Ammir khan any chance to make Monica dogra future Mrs Amir Khan.Only from reviews i happen to know Knight in Shining Armour Prateik babbr was actually a Rat Killer by night.Super Hero Eh..!!






Instead of waiting for filmi credits i choose to dissolve myself into my own dream world where i choose to write this blog and to write my own credits of my life on my mental screen and at the same time hope that films gets over befpre i become Over or atleast electricty snaps or projector crumbles.But nothing happened.2012 is far away so is Armageddon n End of days for earth,...

From my real film called Life I drew out all persons- some Nameless and Faceless who have crossed my path or my sense of observation.Give credits where it was due.,.Credits to all of those who displayed their wonderful human qualities .Being born as human being is ultmate gift with so many possiblities in infinities which no other life form has or can exhibit.Rather than blooming n expressing our humanness we seem to be ne shrinking n drawing boundaries arpound overslves.Hence these credits to all for whom i hold awe...

Hmmm...where shall i began.Lemme start with Baby of the Battalion: Kritika Lakshmi Triupara Sundari-The whole and sole daughter of a diplomat.She resembles Tintin and calwin n hoobes and astreix comc charatcters put together .The tiniest gal whose tongue talks faster than F-1 racer car.The voice would be full of zest and enthusiasm and full of innocence.(if only u folks have listened to it u wud know what iam talking). But not as innocent as Playboy of Ymca mangalore ., the big belly boy Ramesh.His big belly can be matched only by big heart he possess which is still in pure state and uncontimanated by Johnny walker, hawards 5400 old monkl..etc This Man with Golden Heart (like james bond in man witth golden gun) was the last guy to come and to send me off when i was leaving mangalore and the chap who searched n brought another chap when i didnt know how to book tickets online .Heart touching act before i came to Vizag.

Here in Vizag ., Life could have been veritable Hell if not this Baby faced bihari babu Ashish anand.Office without Ashish is no Anand at all.He is the most productive and industrious chap and really awesome super master chef around who advises me on all things .which thankfully helps me in preventing me to strain my invisible brain. So Active and so systematic and so effeicient. But if anyone can be more efficient than Ashsih ., then it has to be Dobhi (Name unknown) who presses my clothes .So flawless he does his job the clothes would be stiff even after many days of use,He surely can win an medal or two in Olympics of at all Laundry is included in Olympics.And i always had a sour corner for NRI who behave so boorish n arrogant but that ideology was torn to smitherns by our Vroom Vroom Arooooon(arun to be precise but he hardly runs though his brain does all the running @ speed of thought)




Well credits havent yet flowed eevn after enduring the movie fer 30-40 searing hot volcanic minutes.I just do what i do when faced wit a challenge. Take easy route out.Hence i called it quits. And Yeah., Reviews say Dobhi ghat is soulful poetic movie not for masses.Well.., All flop movies are called hit or critic acclaimed or art films which need artistic taste to understand.Well then Kiran should have made movie and watched it alone in her home theatre rather than letting my purse get destroyed.I want my money back...hope she listens

Well Ramesh n Kritika ., i know i have promises to keep .My next blog would be what you have asked fer "Creepy Encounters" Before i could write them i need to gather some energy .I thought of eating some boiled eggs .


chalo till next blog ....adios amigos ..
Sagar

Restive Relics ....!!!

2010 Extinct and 2011 in Endangered list (within 365 days it follows the path of its ancestors into memories of Time )Here i stand between tons n tons of Yesterdays and God-knows-how-many-Tomorrows..


New year was just like all years ahead and maybe comming years aswell. dull bland and same ...For a change i thought i wud visit my store room and give my rippling muscles some work which were in state of inertia since the Times of Dinosaurs.

Store room was filled bygone junk ..dust filled ,cobwebbed crates .Its my policy to dump old stuff periodically so that things dont pile up and space would be free from clutter and welcome errr...new junk. How often we kep the stuff we never or seldom use?.old clothes, furniture,cutlery.We never use yet we pile the stuff.Same thing with our minds.We still stick to old ideas and opinions even when we know the truth is contrary? Frankly when was the last time we assessed our ideas and opinions??

Here iam trying to assess what to dump and what to preserve.All things once that were price less now appear expendeble or useless.Time surely a great game changer.Iam sure everyone has an attic or boxes or lockers or just some corner where they pile up things that they cannot let go immediately..Arent these places store houses of memorie.So are mine.,so many things lying around..All fragments of memories scattered everywhere.First salary slip..Airplane ticket,Tons of old comics whose pages became yellow due to ravages of time.



Tons of books wrapped in polythene to prevent termites n bookworms..Tons of novels waiting to be read or re-read.There is no change in me in all these years .Always in hurry .Hurried life,Eating without tasting.Into relations without feelings.Just living without experiencng..Weird n Quaint often funny

Most of my stuff are books.As i fiddle around dust laden boxes., some books catch my attention like Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Vernue..Its rare original unabridged book i bought from roadside seller in my 11 th class.I had to beg him to sell that book for my price which he had to, rather he was irked by my presence to his shop daily just to see that book isnt been sold..often hiding it under other books so that no one buys it.Oh my ..My love for books is more than my love for any human being and perhaps can be matched by my lust for green forests. The yellow corners of old books and its ancient smell it carries really swirl my mind to ecstacy

Hmm...Dominant genre are comics.My 1st and ever lasting love.Those Justice League comics for which me and chouji had to walk miles on rail tracks to buy.I wonder with that beer belly if chouji can do the same stunt now.? Two Alister Mc lean books gifted by Frank pa the legendry biriyani gobbler.These are the only books which came by surprise in dead of my birthday night.I never lock my room whether iam present or not ..and frank pa like silent black cat commando slipped in n placed it next my pillow ..really heart warming surprise n experinece of YMCA ..

There are so many books that i have to read in these mountains of literature.Which i have promised myself to read later in leisure...maybe tomroow ..ater i finish 10th class ..after 12..maybe after engg exam ..post exams ..once i get job ......Always postponiong to tomrrow and this tomorrow never comes ..maybe grave is only place with plenty of time ..





Not just books there are other stuff as well ..full packet of Provake tablets hidden inside bryan adams cassteee box.Tablets which would alter sleep cycles giving you 24 hours laserbeam concentration.Initialy it wud zap 24 hrs of my sleep but after 2-3 hours of studies i was hell bored and to tired with studies and wonder what to do with remaining time .I cannot even sleep and my boredom would be centre of my concentration.Hellish and Harrowing it was.

and here is old college scrap book , alma matter book full of photographs.i dare not to keep it lest all old flames memories might pop out like genies.Let graves be not dug.who wants to remeber college day crushes .let bygones be bygioes .

Suddenly a waft of pages fluttred by sudden gust of wind .,Couldnt help reading the contents,Poetry and cartoons from my and school and college days. I have totally forgotten that i used to write poetry n done painting during my teens .Advt Posters from advt copy writer days.Silently i smile n tear them away .All gone n dead .i no longer do painting n artist days are Days from another life time .With no regrets i tear them to smitherns

Now with darkness slwoly creeping into room,Shadows being casted gave an errie feelings ..From little light twinkled..reflection of some glass shine caught my
attention.I open the box fully to find fat book with glass being taped to it.....This book...I delibertaley never completed this book so as to have
some reason to take out this book and see it again..."Code of Honor" ...gifted
by then-gf and the taped glass is nothing but glass blended with 18 karat gold rose ...as i feel the curls of glass rose which are same like her curly hair ...sweet scent on nape of neck...eeeks..now i feel electricity pass through the lenghth of
spine..memories from past scream through the every corner of my memory... past
... .....unknowlngly i am about to be sucked into depths of nostalgia...I guess procrastination of cleaning the books clutter is the best form defence to combat the tricks of mind...i dump the book into the box and postpone the idea of cleaning the clutter for another century and rush out ...

Till we meet again ...in another Time and another Mood
keep smiling and shining
Myself

Random Thoughts

Hmm..this blog is little hatke from regular mocking joking comical banter. this blog is just my observation at various periods of time from diferent sources and which hitheryo not connected yet has some common strand running beneath them.

Scenario One; A Friend was saying how she wants to serve n take care of old n elderly. this was about 5 years ago and probably she was 19 or 21 at that tme .Hmm..what a noble idea at such an young age.

Scenarios Two: every day. from my window i happen to see scene in my neighbourhood home.Grandmother who is touching her 100th year possibly struggle with her daily chores.Its so hard for me to see her.She has all her wrinkled skin hanging to her bones.She cant even get up from her chair .Luckily her children take care of her reasonably well.Frankly many a tims when i ever i see her struggling trough i let out a silent wicked prayer that she is better off dead than alive.Death would have brought peace and solace for troubled soul


Scenario three: Couple of days ago i was reading some artcile in Tehelka newspaper where an investigative journalist has uncovered a story from villages of TN where Children kill their parents unable to take their burden. They give them full oil bath and make them drink XYZ water which raises body heat followed by high fever.(I said XYZ coz i dont want goive others any funny ideas though i know information is frely avilable on internet) These elderly with low levels of immunity die of high fever. Skill full Assasination i would say though the technical name is ...again XYZ


Scenario Four: I guess who is at fault.Childern with no concern for elderly and ready to dump them at Kumb melas and Busstops and temple steps or Parents who missed instilling right attitude in minds of young, I often find parents too busy in their hey days leaving little quality time for children.Often escaping the job of raising children properly behind the job in office or saying ..Just busy .Busy doing office work ..Busy playing gold or lazing with friends or TV or some other work...Lazy by being Busy?? Somewhere Parents miss the trans formation from being Authoritative and being and becoming Friends to their Children.I guess they fel they need to control a kid ...even when they are old enough to take flight on their own..You try to control thgem when ur strong..only leads to two situation. 1) They become timids in the real world 2) they become adverseries when Parents become old and feeble

Scenario Five:
My own case .Do i take care of my own folks ?....complex question but answer is clear.For 15 years i led a gypsy life doing little or nothing with family.I have little sentiments and family experience.I harldy talk to my parents except hi-bye , This-that etc Just Monosyllables conversation with no aim and enthusiasm..I seldom listen to them .I never take any orders from them.Frankly iam not at all obedient son and perhaps even a good one

Yet i confdently and with no regrets rejected a job in Dubai and Higher education in Usa for my parents..My interview question for my job was why i didint go to USA like all my classmates and return after earning enough.I know well., once i go ., returning is next to impossible or atleast heartwrenching scenario leaving all the luxuries and developed world life style..

.Atleast and least of things i can do to my parents is to be around India and just a call away in their ending days when they are old and feeble giving them personal touch rather than seding Rials or Dollars luxuries...Guess its the least i can do .....I may be right ..or i may be wrong ..but who cares ..My life ..My wish ..didnt i tell u iam damn
Independent Thinker

Sudarshan Kriya

Time : Twilight
Location: AoL Local base;
Niranjan Meditation Hall;
Vizag;India



Everyone cherishes The First Time Experiences...First school...Ragging stuff ...college..bike...gifts...gf/bf etc etc ...Same with me ...My 1st Sudrashan Kriya Experience was amazing and mystical. . I will not bore u by explaining you the History, Technicalities and what is Sudarshan Kriya .Google can be more of the help for such tasks.

Statutory Warning:
""Iam a staunch believer of Individual freedom as I believe that every human being is &should be absolutely n unconditionally free .,hence this blog is not meant to influence or inspire or impose my will on reader nor start some intellectual argument. This blog might appear too fantastic or tale of fantasy but i leave it to your better judgment,. am not kinda person to be drawn into any kind of debate....””






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Though iam Agnostic kinda chap .Iam child like hyper curious with deep interest in anything mysterious and Para normal. Yoga and all its all affiliated studies came naturally to me..After all,spirituality runs in my blood with my grandpa and mom deeply devoted . Yet iam agnostic atheist radicalized iconoclast depending on mood n time’s n my convenience,


In vizag i joined Aol (Art of Living by Shri Shri Ravi Shankar)Classes despite of my boss sniggering. First day going to Meditation Hall in unknown city was quite frustrating. Auto walla made me “Donkey of the Day “ by taking 50 rupees for the distance less than 1-2 kms.But he showed his skill by driving same 2 kms in zig zag lanes n creating an illusion of 10-20kms. Different people came to class for different purposes. Some for health purposes and some old people for killing time and myself for exploring myself and the world atlarge.As I always say …
For me world is nothing but a big game to be played for fun.




Sudarshan Kriya is rhythmic breathing .It goes on for 20-30 minutes probably as i never kept track of time. Initially breath pattern went normally from nostril to lungs but as things get settled and we progress.. it goes deeper ..As the breath falls into a pattern .,one can feel it shooting from depths of belly to depths of cranium. Infact first feeling that I felt as if centre of skull around fontelle area was flaring n opening up just like some rocket trying to launch itself from underground silos.





Being sensitive I could feel the different changes occurring deep inside me. These changes happened gradually & slowly. More deeper i began to breathe., More awareness started flooding. Slowly as if in stages I started to loose connection with outer world. Fan noise, surroundings and my own rumbling thoughts subsided slowly.
. I felt as if I stepped into big cave of darkness. All within me ...Miles and Miles as far I can see ., its only darkness ..Pitch black was the scenario. Neither Beginning nor End .Only screaming sound was sound of Silence.Gravity was zero and all Laws of Physics were gone for a toss

The real effects lies after the breathing exercise when we were asked to relax keeping our awareness intact.

I recorded all the mystical yet subtle changes deep inside me as long as memory was alive within me. The blackness was experience to behold. For once my physical gross body dissolved leaving no connection between physical body n me.
Bones melted into darkness
Imagine if u lost ur back bone and all your bones suddenly melted . I felt as if iam just a boneless shapeless jellylike amoeba.No shape. No size. No nothing except miles n miles perennial darkness in all 360 degrees with no beginning n end. With no Ceiling nor floor. I felt that with every passing breath I was going deeper into vortex of
Pitch-black darkness

I welcomed the feeling of going deeper. My Curiosity was more than my Fear. Soon I crossed one stage and entered into another dimension. It wasn’t just darkness that enveloped me..But to my horror., the startling feeling was such that I became part of mysterious blackness. Even the feeling of being alive was lost. I was part of black.now this feeling is something that i cannot exactly describe so i leave it to readers sense of imagination.





I am there yet not there ..i am alive yet not alive. For a moment I became part of the infinity .With no physical body and mental circuitry gone haywire. I became NOTHING ...frankly my vocabulary skills fail to record that electrifying experience...

i have been sucked into vortex of nothing ness not long before i became nothing myself. The word NOTHING is understatement.My greatest strenghth and real sustainer of Life "The Ego" vanished with no trace. The word "I" became extinct. I Praveen Sagar ..Civil engg ..Comic obsessed .Dosa lover. Nature enthusiast. brother-friend Relations-power , anger-ego-love , all emotions,prestige, ideology, beliefs , senses, options. good bad ugly ..Sweet sour, tangy. Everything melted into oblivion. All remained was Very Deep Sense of Nothing.

All emotions zapped out. All connections with world severed in this state .Being enveloped by darkness isn’t that frightful as i believed in myself.

I don’t know how long i was in this state of limbo as Concept of Time & Space had no validity in this Dimension

Slowly i felt coming out .step by step.Feeling i\f being alive in human sense has returned....physical senses started functioning ....tingling electric impulses spread all
Over flesh & every part had sense of tingling vibration

Finally my memory was back. I don’t know if I was awakened or i woke up on my own...My eyes were moist and tightly shut by eye lids naturally with no force or exertion. My eyes refused to open. They choose to remain shut. Though my sense of touch was back .Its still hazy but i distinctly remember leaving my palms open to sky now i find them curled to form what i learnt later as Adi mudra .






My eyes were cold .Body motionless. Mind calm. Breathe almost nil. Still i didn’t feel like opening my eyes ..They were ice cold stone like tightly shut. I was in state of motionless before body felt like becoming hard crust .one half was flesh and another half becoming like hard crust ala cyborg From half stone state my body started expanding in all its direction as if someone is pumping air into my body which has no exit. Now my brain worked furiously all the way to combat this .I tried to access my memory where I could draw every diplomatic-Martial art Combat skill I learnt. But no avail
...even before i cud wonder what’s happening..Fatness is replaced by Height. I appeared to stretch lengthier n lengthier....The distance between my palms on thighs and my head was more than a skyscraper or so i felt....region around centre of my skull began to glow warm. It was if something was trying to open up in fontenelle region of my skull....and what more.a something like flower began to bloom in my stomach around navel region...something moving n alive n bouncing (i hoped it was no tumor)...

Now fear got best of me. I no longer wanna explore or experience anything. With effort I forced my eyes to blow the eyelids open.

Eeeks ..iam still here ...same place ...same body ...still lean n same height...hmm. still that region around bellybutton was bubbling… though slightly… as if underwater volcano was subsiding...

Now all my physical n mental faculties came back ..Again my brain started its usual work ..thinking million things ..Planning tomorrow schedule. .strategizing how to grab my share of 1.5trillion US dollars that move around world electronically....Tons of.New books to be bought n read .....Even my ego retuned ...I know I have many New peaks to conquer...More Strength to be gained… More Power to be aimed...

Ok ok Dear Reader I hope I haven’t Psyched u with my Surreal Computer Graphics Enabled Land of Dreams n fantasy of Inception movie Dream. I m back to Planet Earth long back ..N hope u wud come back as well. I bow to ur patience n interest u rendered in reading this mammoth article…Honk ..honk..Life is Calling and Life is Rocking..Time to Conquer the Day

Keep Smiling and Keep Shining
Sagar ….till we meet again

An Artificial Hyperbole Tribute

FRANKLIN J HERBERT OF CMC, VELLORE , TAMIL NADU


"Each friend represents a world in us , a world possibly not born until they arrive n its only by this meeting that a new world is born"

Well. .Lemme introduce stars of this blog and protagonists..Praveen Sagar and Frank Of CMC.or Frank O C or plainly FOC

First things First.!


Praveen Sagar: (Less said the better as nothing worth n much is there to say., I will churn up some lies taking literary license )

Insult of century .if u donno who iam U belong to race of Ignorant , Pre Historic Homosapiens , Aliens, n illiterate who lack basic Google search engine in vicinity ..err Don’t feel bad n lonely ..even i belong that bunch of ignorant chaps...whatever…Google up my name u wud fine some millions of sites dedicated to me in English and few billion in Russian and French n other unknown tribal languages n junglee script less languages ..Or according to a Mauritian gals misled conception and mistaken perception Iam 10% Flesh 10% Bones and 80% Ego.


Frankie ‘O C :

Frankie. He was the best guitarist who does more head banging in his concerts which none of the planet folk have ever seen. He is absolute giant killer. Man of charisma .Where ever He goes , he exudes charisma Just like his counterparts and fellow buddies Napoleon Bonaparte, Julius Caesar, Laloo prasad and Rajini kanth and his test tube baby-son "Robo" .Where ever he goes , he leaves his mark behind. No wonder everyone loves this rotund potbelly boy Franklin Herbert of CMC . To reinforce my arguments lemme quote few anecdotes.






Kakaitya institute was Indias famous coaching centre for aspiring medicos in Hyderabad. Dozens of its students make it to AIIMs/CMC/Jipmer etc every year .However 3 years after frank pa joined it.,it had to be down its shutters. such is the aura of frank pa the great ..We both have ravenous appetite for dosas .Infact Frank pa has super size appetite for anything that has life ,edible , both herbivorous, carnivorous ..after all he is Omnivorous. Gobbling Dozens of Dosas at Arun house was just another feather in his cap. He gobbled up all dosas leaving nothing for his family including their much guarded super secret family’s old Dosas recipe which was their familys most preserved recipe for 9 generations. Ask arun., if u don’t believe me .He is on my FB.


Frank pa is man with 10% water 10% alcohol 199% Biriyani. Quite a bodily constitution .(Mind you none below 60 years should try Franks feats n stunts involving triple masala in biryani unless backed by expert medical supervision and guidance )




He was ultimate favorite for all hotel-biryani-haleem makers in hyderabad.Infact all Hydi biriyani restaurents have menus like this
Chiken biriyani-ordinary
chicken biriyani-special
chiken biriyani-franklin(Which means triple masala or hyper spicy)

.We used to dig into tons of biryanis as early as ...errr ..3 am ..yeah 3 am ...I eat 1/4 and frank pa gobbles rest of all. That includes chewed over bones..feathers..polythene covers ...n all that extra masala ...He is the only chap who can eat biryani with triple masala and still see his weight never increases even micro gram...actually it never increases coz i found out his weight is more than what weighing machine can measure upto.for this phenomenal discovery i was awarded Nobel prize for physics 2012 ..but i refused to take it coz i have yet to identify the machine material its made up of and how come its not cracking or at least creaking under his weight...the after effects of all those hydi biriyanis made me lose the only two pack abs i have developed and frankie gained twice the size of family packs on tummy that forced him to buy all new set of clothes ..now world knows why market loves him . In fact Apparel markets have three sizes in their shops to suit Franks pa’s ever increasing belly .”Small. Medium. Frank pa Polar bear size”

We also share several other hobbies like reading graphical books. I love graphical comics which were meant for Kids and he loved graphical books which were meant for Adults and impotents who have to be happy by just visuals even if the book is in telugu and other unknown languages.

The best part of him is that he is certified genius (in entire CMC hospital every one knows him fer his intelligence in medical stream..esp anatomy and more specifically female and animal or she-animal anatomy) in medic and music.He is someway related to Hippocrates from fathers side and Charka(Father of Plastic surgery) from Mother side.His Father is in CMC.His Mother is in CMNC.All His ancestors to present generation in his family are born and died in CMc hospital. So no wonder that ,Medical knowledge runs in his blood. He is born Anatomist(esp n only female),Guitarist(Electric n Givson), Biryanist (Only Hyderabadi) all rolled into one.

. ...He is credited for teaching me to playing hit song of nineties ...1st four seconds tune of MI-2 music ....probably which is only line he cud strum...again i say he is musical genius ..who played only fer aliens of far galaxy ...apart from 4 second tune on guitar , iam grateful for many things esp in Realm of Romance








Frank pa gave his sermon on knowing that I am going to Vizag from Mangalore. One has to listen to Frank pa for he was the only man in my known circle who had regaled the company of women from India and Sweden. He had affairs everywhere.India,Sweden and Men’s Hostel...This is not the 1st time he was giving me Man-to Man talk. When i as in engineering graduate and was sharing some sweet nothings with voluptuous Tamil gal (Hence forth TG), he came to my rescue by teaching me smattering Tamil. This Tamil born Hydi frank pa is better than Hydi born Tamil Arun who taught me zero Tamil. He taught me the ropes in handling women esp Tamil dames,.

He use to say , to capture her heart, learn Three important words which are keys to any gals heart.

I Love you??..i interrupted?

Frank: No

Frank : “Yes, No, Sorry” ..in same order or any combination as long as she is happy

I tried these 3 magical copyrighted words and got wonderful results


When TG asked me ..If she has gone dark after her holiday in Tamilnadu

I would say ..No

Pleased she would ask If her dress is ok that day

I would say Yes. Irrespective her dress is similar to pink panther

When she screams(tats her hobby and iam her boxing bag) saying i hardly looked at her when answering I would say ...Sorry ...All are Happy






After his 1st Pyar Ka super Hit formula Worked ., he gave his 2nd formula to win the Tamil gals heart .

Round 1 has helped me to gain foothold even in the girls family hearts. NOW I am her household name who is prospective man to this cute Tamil babe With enhanced confidence i moved to

Scene 1 Round 2 Take 3 Camera, Lights ,Action:

Round 2 .:After coming from her annual holiday from their home town in extreme tip of India , Her mom had brought her Prospective Son-in-law (which is me) Banana chips (My favourite) and asked Tamil girl to invite me to home (Its no ordinary invitation, It was meant to asses me , scrutinize me, Test me medically, physically mentally financially emotionally in least inhuman way by prospective in-laws)

I was equally ready .I studied Tamil history, geography, all famous people in tamil nadu politics n cinema (in tamilnadu both politicians and film heroes are same n interchangeable).Done some exercises to build invisible muscles. And most importantly took HR classes from Frank pa



Frank pa: no matter what the gal says now..Remember the magical words

Me: sorry/Yes/No?

Frank Pa: No, No....

Me. just No and No ?

Frank Pa..Nooooooo Noooooooooo (now he is banging his head to wall)

Me..ok ..nasal long Noooooo

Frank ..ok..see..its not :no no :..Its Nann enni Kadalicrane

Me: What does that mean ?

Frank: Doesnt matter .Its one cool line which opens all doors to a tamil women’s heart


Scene 2 Take 3 Camera Lights Action

I was in Tgs home .But the gals is not ready yet to meet me .Hence i was still talking to mother who is looking me through microscope lenses and Telescope lenses (Taking both Long term and short term view of me).I became tense and to ease my nervousness i thought of impressing her by speaking in Tamil .Nervously I mumbled magic words which frank pa has trained me all night..

Me: Aunty.eeerrrr... Nann enni kadal icrane

Aunty: She opened her mouth just like anoncomda swallowing its prey and screamed ..Whaaaaaaaaaaat ? (in tamil)

Me. Yes (in English)

Aunty: But u love my daughter (in tamil)

Me: No (in english)

Aunty: What the hell do u mean by proposing me ?(in tamil)

Me: Sorry (english)

After this incident I never saw the gal again.I came to know that Naan enni kadal i crane means I love u in tamil ...and later ., There was curfew for me to call her or meet her and she was shipped of to usa where she is happy with better guy right now at this moment. Thus collapsed my 1st tamil romance.Probably this is the worst defeat an Indian could have faced in war after defeat in chinese war of 1962.But i picked up from where thinsg were left in Gujaurathi Romance episode


When i was transferred from Mangalore to vizag ...He gave a sermon like any genius in Female Affairs which is part of External affairs ministry..he gave gospel that is strictly man-to-man talk....


Praveen ..Mangalore is small town but not Vizag.Before knowing abt Vizag,, remember that in every man there are 3 phases.

In 1st phase ..Man craves for companionship of Canine

2nd phase He craves for companion ship of Female'

3rd phase He bites female and craves for companionship of Canine again ..so smart ones dive from 1st phase to 3rd directly bypassing the 2nd phase.


Frankie: listen ..Mangalore is small town but vizag is big place and vizag is more known for its .....he looked at me quizzically as he was expecting me to complete him

Me: Shipyard ..Natural coast ....eastern naval command ..submarines..dolphins ..andhra pickles ..my mouth already started to water... Ports ..Natural harbour..Beaches..Borra Caves...Eastern Naval Command ..Submarines .i rambled like machine gun non stop ., hoping to win some brownie points from great frank pa ..alas it wasn’t meant to be...


Frankie: he held his hand to head wondering where all his training in ymca-hyd went . He gave a look that he reserves for something disgusting bacteria under electron microscope..No u duffer ..


Frankie : see...u keep that nerdy-geeky gk for exams ...not for real life .,..like a scholar he raised his hands giving sermon on mount like Moses before he parted Red Sea ....vizag is famous for women who are ravenous nymphomaniacs. .and would gang bang any new comers ..so....blah blah ..blah ..more blah blahs..many many more blahs....

i dont know what he spoke as i was already on lanes of vizag with dozens of women showing their molestations skills ...even now at that thought ..i started watering but not mouth.... Dreams of dozens of beautiful women fighting for me ...wow what a lovely day dream ...only to be awakened from stupor by franklins continuing sermons how to evade them keeping my purity intact.



Well ..Well

And here I am 3 months since i stepped on soil of vizag enduring its sultry weather adn hyper expensive prices and i have yet to meet even a single women who has gone head over heels ..or at least recognized my existence

So much for Love guru Frank Pa's ideology..

(The Adventures of Frank Pa continued to inspire generations ...Though now he changed his ideology ..from Dogs being the mans best friend he changed to “Bike being the Mans best friend)

Orissa- A Travelogue

Orissa?...but why?..of all the places in world why Orissa?...

I was wondering why my colleague wanted to visit Bhubaneshwar .He wanted to write some exam and wanted me to tag along with him on the trip.Even befire he came with valid acceptable lie to drag me along i gave my last and final verdict. "No Way"..You dont expect a guy of my calibre who has Phd in Laziness and Inertia to sweat on sundays in some Place whcih i know nothing of ., either language or anything and morever Naxalites and other anti social elemnts are pretty much active these days in those parts.
"No way" i told again before he could reason with me again..as i closed my eyes again n trying to re enter into my dream world







But this Ashish the Bihari babu is pretty stubborn.Qucikly he opened Google, Wikipedia and zeroed on Orissa Tourism site,
He was bent on pulling me out of my slumber.He started shooting marathon excuses on Why i should go along with him...

In Oirssa , they speak Oriya exclaimed Ashish

Without even opening my eyes i blurted out "So what ??"

He countered"You can understand Oriya culture better if yiou know oriya and we can get to understand oriya gals better"

Yawn..I didnt bother answering, i just covered my face with Robertludlum Bourneys Supremacy ., Anyway you dont need to know language to win a gal

"How about Temples??Bhubaneswar, the capital of Orissa, is also popularly known as the "Temple City of India"

Hmm..Iam Agnostic and Non Ritualistic i answered

How about many green botanical parks? He questioned

I love greenary and natural wildernes not clean n green parks,.Morever Parks are for couples and iam Overtly and Covertly Single.,Though in my dreams iam linked to Katie Holmes and engauged to Ana Ivonovic in my hyper sense of imagination.







He , relenlessly took another swipe at me " Imagine the local cuisine , When was the last time u experumented the food beyond Andhra food?..Now he touched my heart ., he knows what a big foodie iam ...but still ...hmm...maybe or may not be ..,,reason not convincing enough

No Way ,,,is my answer still ..now and forvere .Once i give word ., its like being etched on stone.No force can change it

Books and Nature are always my 1st and ever lasting love being Food comming next in series,He knew it.
He pushed his final arguemnt"How about visting Historical locations on mountanoius region in Kalinga ??...""








Even before He completed the sentence i was in train to bhubneswar mentally watching the scene that i have seen million times in past.Its from movie" Asoka " by Sharukh khan.The encounter betwen Sharukkhan and Kareena kapoor.

""Kareena Kapoor:Kshrtraiya hu ..mar javogi (Iam warrior ...You will be dead)

Sharukkhan:Margyaa (Iam dead)""


This one dialgue is my favourite., i might have seen it in youtube million times..It maybe the effect of Asoka the historical king or Sharukhkhan the history maker on me,But King Ashoka is a facsinating character.No king has ever given up war and conquest when he was at peak of his power n energy in the world and embraced Buddhism ..As HGWells , a biritsh author says ..

"In the history of the world there have been thousands of kings and emperors who called themselves 'their highnesses,' 'their majesties,' and 'their exalted majesties' and so on. They shone for a brief moment, and as quickly disappeared. But Ashoka shines and shines brightly like a bright star, even unto this day."






King Ashoka is said to be ChandiAskoha meaning "Terrible Ashoka" as he had unquenchable thirst for war and conquest.His territorioes spread as far as Afgnanistan .He brutally massacred all the claimants to throne which legend says he kiled 100 of his own brothers .whatever maybe the case .. Kalinga war was turning point of his life.Kalinga now in Orisa put a stiff resistence to Ashoka forces but was finally defeated .Entire Kalinga was razed to ground.Thousands killed and many more thousands deported.The River Dhuavathi turmed red with blood of killed .The sight of massacre created a sesmic change in Ashoka heart and attituide towards war whereby He immeduately gave up war and promoted peace and Buddhism




Photos:

Stupa built by a Japanese govt overlooking Dhulavathi river where Kalinga wart was fought

Buddhist relics in State Museum

Trrrrrrrrrrrrring...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

""It takes a Minute to Offend Someone
An hour to like Someone
And a Day to Love somoene
and a Lifetime to Forget Someone""

I very strongly believe that "Sundays" are greatest gift by Gods to Mankind and ultimate discoveries by Man on this planet after Inventions of yummy Cuisines of Dosas and Mysore Bajjis (if u r in karnataka its goli bajji).Its not that sundays are holidays and i can laze around., infact be it sunday or monday ..i wud be still lazing and daydreaming and everyday is Fun-day

Sunday newspapers are gateways to understand a city.Any new place i go ., first thing i would do is buy all sunday newspapers.Sunday newsoapers will be loaded with many intesrting artciles n comics .Films are strict no-no to me on sundays .(who wants to sit in theatre filled to its full capacity., better watch it on monday or tuesday when half the theatre wud be empty)...okok

Today...weather is good.Cloudly.Breeze playing around me ,Already my mind has gone into tranquility mode after AOl meditation...Suddenly tranqiulty broke by phone vibration....Now this is "Surprise of Century" ...How did i ferget to switch off my phone on sunday.Sunday is strict No-no day fer Communications....fer a moment there was a tremor in my otherwise tranquil mind.The number...The number flashing on phone is of 10 digits...Its number that flashed in my dreams millions of times in far dead past.

Now the phone starting purring softly as cell volume went on ascending mode

10 digit number signifies only one thing. International call!!!.. Who would give me International call.??.and why ?

I observe the number.Its starting with 001 ..American number .Only one thing it means.

" Its Her .....!"

Time there should be roughly midnight.Hmm..the girl has become noctornal ...

"TRINGG"
Now the phone started moaning in raised pitch.

Why?..after so many years.Why ..suddenly?.now the important question is not 'WHY?' but should i take the call or not




Its been 5 years approxmiately since we parted on consensual basis .Now the call comes all out of blue..Shall i lift it or not ?...The Volcanic dilemma erupts mentally.

"TRIIIIIING.!!!!"

Surprising.,she still remebres me.I thought American life would have erased my memories from her mind and heart.

I have erased her memory completely with little or no residue.Now this call comes.Shall i ignore it like i have ignored and torn the letter given by cutetest gal in Engineering in front of all seniors gaping at me jealosuly?How immature and coward had i been at that time when i just tore the letter without even looking contents inside just out of fear and embrassment,Hmm..now i have come long way since that incident,
i

TRRRRRRRIIIING...
shall i or shant i ?..THE DIlemma rocks my cranium contents.Being in world of Finance., Mind automatcially generates Risk Assessment Report

My head seems to split like Raavan 10 heads .Each giving a Reason and Answer.Good ., bad and ugly Reasons and in middle lie Me.Totally Confused and Incoherent.

Why is she calling me after so many years.?.Is she trying to redeem the promise i held fer her that i wud stand by her irrespective of what time period of our lives it is .Damn., I hate giving such promises which wud put me in fix.But in Love ., Who is Sane??.I cant break a word that i have given.History is yet to see the day i wud break a promise.Its matter of reputation.The gal might have gone from life but the word thrives.Word is word .Once given.It canot be broken.No matter what.

TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIMGGGGG
now the phone started howling in cool wind

The Gals seems like from another lifetime.,,i cant lift the call and bring back the all Past rushing to Present,Its tempting but i cant.Momentarily it is good idea and tantazling idea to lift the call and hear the same soft n sweet voice again.But i wonder whats the long term consequences and implications can be?.

i cant take the call.One cannot become weak emotionally atleast A Man Cant,.Past is past and its Dead past .I know all my crazy pals esp Gato and Chouji wud scold me fer not taking the call but after all its my life .At end only Iam responsible for all decsions i take.and icant shrink from taking tough decisions.





Hmm..Gato and Chouji always scream and break my eardrums on singing her virtues and how best, beautiful she is ...hmmm.She might be best But i cannot go against anyones Wishes and Will.She might be best but that doesnt mean iam tooo ordinary.I may be single maybe thats reaosn good enough to invite this hyper pretty gal back..But I am not scared of being alone perpetually.Iam giver of love not a beggar of love., Its matter of self respect.If she is not there then Someone wud come.Weak people believe that Partner from Past is best coz they already know inside out of them and are comfortable with old than venture into new waters .Known Devil is better than Unknown Angel" is the mantra..I dont fear New nor Feel for Old..She maybe Best.But I make My partner "Better than the Best"

TRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING...CELL IS HOWLING LIKE 100 TRUMPETS

On positive sie its a golden opportunity to test how far i have taken control over my emotions since the end of our courtship.I want to see if the embers in my heart still glow in red with fire for her or not.Sitting on roadside pavement .i make a complete chcklist of all Physiological parameters within me .Hope people wont feel iam some kind of levis wearing vagabond or road side romeo with chinese made phone on streets...


i guess all my physical emoti0onal and mental senses are in order...


""Mind though initially surprsied and startled due to sudden flash of her number..now its all calm and tranquil and placiod.No agitation or frutsration.


Nasal senses Breeze not Sweet Whiff of her scent on her nape of neck.Speak of pheromones

No day dreaming.Mind doesnt project her face on mental screen

No insomnia., i still sleep peacefuly with no dreams

no mental fluctuations or cradiac beat gone haywire.....Hand still feels cold N81 out dated phone not imaginiing her small n soft hands ..Habits are same since iam born..Teetoteler..dosa lover..comics onsessed


Hormonal release is normal .No Nostalgia of Past or Aspiration of Future..!stress hormone cortisol is nullified and negated by happy hormone Doipamine resulted from new comic books i bought yesterday""

Thats it ..Everything is perfect


Whats wrong in taking the call ...maybe its a just a Courtesy call ....hmm Mind comes with various tricks ..when u want soemthing ., Mind surely comes wuth Hyper good reasons to do it ...NO No no Iam not going to fall fer tempttations ...

Shall i take the call or not ...?Hmmm.....call ceases...

hmmm...Call dies naturally ...shall i call back ?..no way ...N0 matter what happens ..no matter who is there or not ...what happens or not ...

shall i ..shall i not ? coffe or tofee ..the arguement continues as phone ring dies naturally ....shall i call back??

no way ..Let Bygones be bygones ...!!!!! what do u say ...i did right na ,,,,,Time to pack for my annual week long holiday ..no work for a week ..yipppieee..iam off to mountains....



and Dindt someone say

"Best Future lies in Forgotten Past.!!!"