Outpressions

well, It has been a while since i had traveled by public bus back to my home. Last time i traveled was a couple of weeks before. Ofcourse exams are back and i am compelled to take a bus back home , as usually they do not provide private vehicles for us to get back home at these mid-day hours. I had no other choice than to travel by  two bus for two hours back home. Wishing for a bus to come soon, without much crowd and expecting it to be super fast as it can be,so that i could reach home as soon as i can, I came out of the campus to reach my stop a 200 meters away.Suddenly to my surprise, a town bus passed by. God was too kind to answer my prayers very quickly. It was impossible to run and catch the bus. But the favored me this time, the conductor was kind enough to have the bus stopped as an old passenger took time to get down. This time was more than sufficient for me to get into the bus.Here starts the voyage. Thanking the old lady in heart( for being slow in getting down) i go...

I know it is a herculean task to analyse any nonlinear phenomenon. Think of a situation where there would be two nonlinearity that is intertwined with each other with a feeble but strong covalent bonds. Don't retrieve from reading. This is no chemistry that is going to pester you anymore. This is about the two nonlinearity you will come across everywhere. To introduce them to you one is life itself, the other is human interaction and situation. The inter covalent bonds are those sprouting emissions that come across between these nonlinearities you would encounter. My family has always been with people who flush out emotions as often as they would eat a meal. These emotions never come in slow motion at all. Some never express , bottle them up for future use, then the would bust them out one fine day to make your mood low. My introspection on human behaviour has also been volatile. My notion on human tendencies change over the period of time. Understanding my own internal conflicts...

I don't know , what happened to me. I had an intensive introspection inside my inner self. Thoughts like this is not something new to an individual like me. I looked out of the window, saw a beautifully blossom, partially wet, hibiscus flower that danced to the rhythm of wind and drizzle. Rain and monsoon ment different for many people. For a farmer, monsoon rains are occasional happiness, a ray of hope. For a potter, it would mean a dull business.To a boy, it is a chance to make his paper boat sail. To a couple,it was romance. To a trespasser, it would be the time to hunt for shelter. To a director,it was to shoot for heroine introduction in film. To a child, it would be an endless amusement, anxious to get wet. To a teenager, it means waiting for the government to announce holiday. To  mom and grandma it was no more than fear of flood, after 2015 Chennai rains. To some middle age men, nothing matters more than work.To me it was the best time to see, smell and feel the pitter pat...

Gratitude my Lord, Thank you to God, To have given me Mom and Dad. Thankyou your Highness, Dank oh! God, To not have me look so odd. Thank you my Lord, Merci! my Master, To grasp all faster, In the world of squalor and rust. Gratitude my Master, Dhanya! my Lord, To save from fools and fraud. Thank you my Lord, Gracias O God, To give me strength of rod. Gratias ago! Gratias ago! Destroy my zealous and ego. Oh my Lord, Whatever the past, Hold my moral mast ,fast. Wisdom nor debate, Kith not kin, Neither can change your fate. Oh my God, Bear Him in mind. Make Him your find. It will yield Him at your end.

This is not the first time I get such unrelated thoughts while traveling. I would often tell my brain, why don't you mind your own business than wandering  about the things that's happening around you. Well , I had to travel by mtc bus while coming back from college after exams. I don't know, my brain works better when I am inside the bus than in an exam hall. Ac buses are even better to put my thoughts on paper. This is perhaps the best way to kill a  two and a half  an hour of your journey amidst the noisy traffic. As usual there are a quite a few young bloods like me, who are least bothered about the happenings around until a fire cracker bust outside( a big welcome for someone to a function ), which took everyone's attention including mine. I am so lucky to have none next to me, to peep into my mobile , to see whom I am texting ,then turning the other side with a disappointment of seeing me write something in M.S word. I don't know if people are nosey about oth...

Margazhi is always something I connect with music, sabhas and upanyasams. More than a Christmas December, it was always a musical December for people in Madras. There was no reason one would  stay home to avoid attending concerts. As usual, we headed towards Mylapore.  It was a forenoon Kacheri. Forenoon katcheries ( concerts) were usually given to the upcoming artists, which would not be  rasika's first preference. So you cannot expect ,a swarm of audience at this period of time. I entered a place something that would look much like a school Auditorium without a couple of cutouts , the name of the Sabha written in the middle in bold letters , a portrait of Triplicane Parthasarathy Perumal on the left and Sangeetha mummoorthigal on right of the stage hanging upright. There were two clocks on either side of the stage which showed almost the same time. Perhaps this was the only hall with maximum head counts in the given slot of  day. In the stage there wasn't just ...

One pleasant evening when I was enjoying my coffee in veranda ,I got a call from Kamala inviting me for her birthday. This was the shortest conversation me and Kamala ever had. Usually it goes on for hours together till the line gets busy for another call. My thoughts drove me back to those pleasant, sometimes awkward moments we had together. Kamala is highly impossible to manage even more than what you think. Even a person who holds a master’s degree or a PhD in psychology would fail to put her back to normal. As a single child, I consider myself intolerant to the nuisances​ around me. Sometimes because of the fear of getting exploited, I maintained a water-lotus leaf relationship​ with all whom I met. So I preferred a short conversation mostly. Me and Kamala got introduced to each other in our last year of schooling but our acquaintance traced back to the toothless days.We were raised up in the same neighborhood when we were one year old . With no contact after tha...

About 90% of human population is socializing and extroverted .Well yes! Man is a social animal and likes to be with one of his kind.But not many would prefer someone like us. Yes !we are introverted, but still happy. Not all who you meet, treat you the same way you treat them. Some of our kind wait for others to take that first initial step ,be it in a conversation or just a hello to a stranger whatever . Of course we guys miss upon some beautiful personality being our friends. But  we do avoid fake friendship and backstabber too. Isn't that enough to keep your life less complicated? We think twice before we speak! Most of the time we solve the disputes following the Narsimha Rao strategy. Waiting for things to get settled in the due course of time,which doesn't mean we are less involved to be called Heartless or Emotionless creatures. Most of times after a public talk, debate, speech or a lecture ,the first comment we would receive in a minutes time after we f...