ILLUMINATING THE SOLITUDE.

LEIBSTER AWARD. AWESOMENESS.

Well, My first blogger award. Yay to mee. 

Quite a sweet name for an award, which means the same. German for Sweet and Adorable.

The Liebster is meant for blogs that motivate, inspire, and have 200 followers or less. It is also a way to show love, encouragement, and appreciation to fellow bloggers, as well as to introduce them to new readers.

I received this honor from a fellow blogger/Friend, should add one of the awesome bloggers I know in this blogosphere, Anupam. Do check out his blog REFLECTIONS, I am pretty much sure that you might not want to miss reading it.

Thanks Anupam for the award, and Congrats to you too.

For the rules,




1. Post 11 facts about yourself.
2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has asked you & make 11 questions for the people you are going to tag.
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers and Tell the people whom you tagged.
No tagging back.

11 about me:

1. Music lover.

2. Chocolate addict.

3. I love the interpretation of concepts between Science and Philosophy. Super interesting.

4. I love getting lost in thoughts, and silence.

5. I forgive, But rarely forget.

6. I am both introvert and extrovert, can say 60-40.

7. I like everything about fashion and home design. 

8. Three things i do mostly when I am depressed, I hear Linkin Park, I sleep for long hours and I shop a lot till I am broke.

9. I am control freak, I hate anyone or anything that would leverage control on me.

10. I like hearing happy news, even from people I don't know. It arouses a nice good feel inside.

11. I go about in Life by FEEL. No reasons or facts or practicality. Just a FEEL for things.

And yes, Writing about self is really difficult task, especially when we got to compile in such a number.

Eleven questions for me :-


1] 'Checkered blue n white' or 'black'?


BLACK.


2] Curtains or no curtains?


No Curtains.


3] Hardcover, paperback or ebooks?


Hardcover.


4] What's your ambiance while writing?


Silence, Airy and well-Illuminated. The Terrace for instance.


5] Do you plan to publish a novel?


Have a Dream.


6] Do you like to make a gift for your loved one or do you rather buy?


I buy, but it should be good enough to make moments.


7] Which is the most beautiful color according to you?


Lavender and Blue.


8] What’s your mantra in life?


Get drifted and Go along with the flow of life. Feel and Live every moment, whatever Life brings you. 


9] Have you ever thought of becoming a soldier in your life?


Yes.


10] Do you have stage fear?


Yes. 


11] ‘Mickey mouse/ Aladin/Duck Tales’ or ‘ Shin Chan/ Doraemon/ Kitretsu’?

Mickey Mouse.


And the 11 questions for the ones I tag:


The same 11 questions.


1] 'Checkered blue n white' or 'black'?
2] Curtains or no curtains?

3] Hardcover, paperback or ebooks?

4] What's your ambiance while writing?

5] Do you plan to publish a novel?

6] Do you like to make a gift for your loved one or do you rather buy?

7] Which is the most beautiful color according to you?

8] What’s your mantra in life?

9] Have you ever thought of becoming a soldier in your life?

10] Do you have stage fear?

11] ‘Mickey mouse/ Aladin/Duck Tales’ or ‘ Shin Chan/ Doraemon/ Kitretsu’?

So happy. :-) :-)

Everyday holy ritual of life - Music. #augustbreak

Everyday holy ritual of life - Music. #augustbreak, a photo by vinithra. on Flickr.

DAY 2 - August Break '12.

A random pic on a traffic stop.

A random pic on a traffic stop., a photo by vinithra. on Flickr.

Here goes my first Capture for the August Break 2012.
Have fun everyone!

AUGUST. BREAK. Well, BREAK??

August Break. No, Not a Breakfrom blogging. Just more like the fun break where we do a lot of fun things.

This Fun-time is the brain child of Susannah Conway, the activity is actually less "stressing" than many of the many. No rules. Full of Pics. And all Interesting.

Well, I would ask all of you to check out the activity here, And join us, and Me. :-)

Let's have some fun in sharing captured frames everyday. 

THE CONJECTURE ON PURPOSE OF SURVIVAL.

I would have planned a million things, tried a billion ways and failed a zillion times, all before something that was considered to be illogical would decide the direction in which i should walk further in life.

Well, don't bother asking me if i feel like a clown dancing to the wrong tunes. Cos' I don't.

The real challenge lies in walking on the unplanned path, with your head held high and eyes appreciating the beauty around.

Life doesn't actually stop when you trip down. It may slow down a bit, but does not stop. However it does, when you stop moving.

I have got so much used to MOVING ON in Life, that those who are finding it difficult and those who have a constancy and normalcy in life have started to criticise me of being abnormal and rude, disrespectful as I don't give the due respect to the issue in concern.

Funny. When people ever gonna respect the concept of Destiny. Or for the Practical minds, Self-Made Choices.

A VIRTUAL RELAPSE.

You know, what it really means to be detached?

I have deactivated my facebook account. Unplugged a source that had the lights of bonds keep going on.

Now the power is gone, the color of lights do not seem to matter much and my eyes are getting accustomed to the dark. A Nice Feel.

Nobody really cares how we feel. It is all about how others perceive how we feel.

The times when people really wanted to keep in touch with colleagues and friends and grow their networks, both professionally and socially, isn't much obvious in this social network.

The present has seen this virtual network grow so big, all on the basis of mediocre human nature, that has brought the real purpose of networking.

Well For instance, How many of us do think about the number of likes and comments every day?

The number of "shares" for what we shared.

The size of our friend list.

The exploration of private lives of people and their relationships.

Well, most of us do. And It is quite normal. We want people to look up on us.

The survival of humanity exists in the mutual acknowledgments between fellow minds.

We wish to be recognized and we desire to be appreciated.

In this process, we also actually lose the touch with ourselves, forget to think worthy of self and the genuineness of our own thoughts that are actually invaluable.

I am well aware of some voices of disagreements, from my own mind as well as echoes from around. But then, Basic rule - Perceptions differ.

I am not generalizing my opinion. All the same, I have suspended mine , cos' I saw myself getting lost in the virtual intricacies, becoming more conscious on what I say, more concerned on the responses.

I was pretending to be happy, when I was in reality facing a dead end. 

Not the least, I saw my personal space invaded.

This is it.

If I have to rule a kingdom, I dare rule it my way.

I love it this way. This detachment from the struggle for existence in the virtual world. A kind of Rehab. 

Feel Good. :-)

However, I would be back FB-ing.

But for now,   

    Feels Good. :-)

AN INVISIBLE THREAD BY LAURA SCHROFF - A RE-VIEW OF A LOVELY VIEW.

Book Description: 

" “Excuse me lady, do you have any spare change? I am hungry.”

When I heard him, I didn’t really hear him. His words were part of the clatter, like a car horn or someone yelling for a cab. They were, you could say, just noise—the kind of nuisance New Yorkers learn to tune out. So I walked right by him, as if he wasn’t there.

But then, just a few yards past him, I stopped.

And then—and I’m still not sure why I did this—I came back.

When Laura Schroff first met Maurice on a New York City street corner, she had no idea that she was standing on the brink of an incredible and unlikely friendship that would inevitably change both their lives."

My Take:

This comes under my Kindle read experience.

I did download the book right away when I read the overview of the book. There was some warmth in the story that touches our Hearts instantly even after reading just the summary.

When I started with the book, it was more like taking a walk with a good friend who is sharing a nice experience on a cloudy breezy evening.

Such soothing and such assuring.

When we are done with the book, we would be filled with deep thoughts on how a small act can make a difference in someone's life thereby shaping us into a better person.

I'm just fiiled with a regret on why I have never helped a person in life, probably owing to the fear of getting disappointed or being betrayed. Well, I suppose everyone shall be having an invisible thread connection, which would be destined for a tie up.

The book is a lovely memoir, which interacts with us through the way it is written and simultaneously teaching us through the voice of thoughts at times of self-introspection by the author.

I KEEP WALKING.

I keep Walking,


A Search of a Mind,


Detached and left behind,


Burying the deepest secret, a Sorrow,


In the hope for a better tomorrow.


Walking ahead, with nobody taking me in tow,


The only companion being my own shadow,


Masked in disguise of strength,


Believing in the purpose of Life's length,


Let the torch within lead me,


Give a vision to see,


That in some way I serve Thee.


I Keep Walking.

Destiny of the Damned.

The Scent of your Presence,


The sound of your Footsteps,


The vision of your Shadow,


Not one of these would show,


As much as the Fear,


Emanating from you, you be far or near,


That you have Lost and Fallen,


That you are back in my Den.

A Spirit of Vengeance.

You have played your Part,


Never once realized I fell apart,


Now It is your Turn to run and hide,


Cos' I carry something in my Heart,


A Vengeance too strong to over-ride.

A SHORT THERAPY TO THE JUDGEMENTAL ME.

I CAN HEAR YOU!

I do hear your booming voice. Yes, YOU! 

You keep going on and on, that I'm just unable to concentrate. Yet, you seem to be immune to my criticisms.

You sit there with legs crossed and a commanding authority of a dictator, and once I seem to have a slight doubt on my own belief, which you get to know as always, you make your entry then and change my mind over.

You have influenced me so much, all with inferences of my broken bonds with people, many who would have earned my respect and vice versa. Had it not been for you, I need not feel the guilt while meetimg their eyes. And to think that I have been approaching you with a respect for opinions, listening patiently to all of your incessant preaching, should add "baseless".

I am not denying that you have been right few times, but then it is high time.

Even now, you are very well aware of my cold stare for you whenever you walk-talk alongside, and further i have shown a cold shoulder and have shut the door right on your face, you don't seem to exhibit any feelings of remorse nor have turned a new leaf. I could still hear your constant saintly dominating opinions.

But all the same, do realize that I have tuned my heart to stay deaf to your noise. So it is in my best of "thoughts" to ask you to Shut Up! before you lose your voice. And try to get some patience and humility, will do you some good.

After all, It is you who taught me nobody could be perfect, My dear Judge-mental mind.

THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY - A DYSTOPIAN WORLD BUT STILL PULLS YOU.

About the Novel:

"The Hunger Games trilogy is told from the perspective of 16-year-old Katniss Everdeen, a girl who lives in “District 12,” one of the (formerly) 13 districts that make up the nation known as “Panem.” Panem is essentially what is left of the continent of North America in the future, after the current world has been destroyed. It also has a Capitol, a rich and luxurious city by comparison to all the districts, that exudes power over the entire nation. To punish the districts for a previous rebellion, the Capitol forces one boy and one girl from each of the remaining 12 (the 13th was destroyed during the rebellion) to participate in the “Hunger Games” each year. The Games are televised for the entire nation to see. Its participants, called “tributes,” must fight to the death in a dangerous arena until only one remains. When the annual event arrives yet again and the names are chosen, the last person Katniss expects to be called is Prim. Shocked, her first instinct as protective older sister is to take Prim's place and join the games, risking her life and the welfare of her family that depend upon her ability to hunt in order to survive.

Her journey brings her into a tangle of lies, deceptions, politics, love, and violence. And books take off from there." - courtesy : http://www.eatingbender.com/2012/03/20/book-review-the-hunger-games-trilogy-by-suzanne-collins/

My Experience:

Well, The Hunger Games is officially my first book, from Amazon Kindle and to be read in my Ipod Touch. Since i got some good reviews for the book, I felt that i should give a shot, as I'm one of those who would dive down and get myself lost in some fantasy world by a book more than a movie.

At first, I just felt the book was good. And then, the pace picked up and I never got to think outside of the book. I went right into the fantasy world, felt the emotions of the protagonist Katniss, fell in love with the sweet character of Peeta. Trust me, You could feel more than one emotion in the course of the book, anger hatred love jealousy funny sympathy, etc. though it has parts of some extreme gore and violence which arouses your own anger and violence at times.

When I finished the first book, all i could say about it was "not bad". But the next day, I found myself thinking much of the fantasy world, which made me buy the other two books and which i finished in the next consecutive nights.

Addictive was the word.

More than the fantasy fiction thing, I liked the way it drags us into the game, clouds us even after the book is closed and the way it makes us think about the details even after hours of completion of the trilogy.

The third book, Mockingjay, was my favourite personally.

The whole complete trilogy, an awesome read. Worth an experience.

A POETRY, A LOVE AFFAIR.

Last night, while swimming through the ocean of thoughts, I happen to come across this poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost which was followed by a flash of memory of a faded forgotten crush that i had for the poet.

vinithra's photography. Woods, German Outland.

In early days when i used to read poetry, mostly cos' of the school coursework, very few poets connected to me heart with their emotions and expressions. 

Walt Whitman, Robert Browning, Milton, Coleridge had my respect, whereas Rabindranath Tagore is my Inspiration big-time.

Keats and Wordsworth are my favourites, especially Wordsworth as i connected well with him everytime I go through his flow of feelings, like the feel you get with your twin sibling. A Brotherly icon to look upto and follow.

And then, the One. William Shakespeare. I usually talk against Shakespeare, give a "no-big-deal" attitude over his sonnets, disagree with the personality analysis results of being similar to his mind. All this while, I would secretly read, admire, and dream about his words and verses, and I know for sure that I would fall for him if he is present in this lifetime.

Coming back to the point, Robert Frost. The only poem I had read of his was "The road not taken". Simple and beautiful. A small time crush. So when the memories rode by, I had a sudden intent to revive the lost love for the poem. 

However, Evolution is marked by Changes, changes the way you wanted to be into the way you actually are. 

It is more like, I used to love red color when I was a kid and now I prefer black and blue.

A Difference between a childhood crush and a true love.

I couldn't relive, more so unable to revive. But I did enjoy the read after years, a new sketch of the song.

All the same, Tagore remains my Inspiration, Wordsworth my all time favourite and Shakespeare, a love affair. :-)

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

---------------------------

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost

I AM HARD-CORE SPIRITUAL. MANY LIVES, MANY MASTERS. A REVIEW and AN EXPERIENCE.

One Complete week with the book, which left me with so many questions as well as many answers.

All the while, from the start till the end, reading the book, I was clouded by the thought whether I should have my Faith On or not.

I Believe in God, more like a Super Power who directs our Lives, no particular choices or religions. I am Firm in my own beliefs of Spirituality, which had been under the disdain of some on many grounds of Practicality of World.

Seriously, What is characterised as "Practical"? That which happens in Present, Right in front of our Eyes, which is bound to have Evidence and exist as a common Belief? Not exactly so. Many are actually dreading to think beyond the Horizons owing to this misconception, and have given the terms for the as "far-fetched" and "illogical".

All the same, Reincarnation though I might have had ideas about it to be true but then when presented with proofs, I am having mixed thoughts.

As the Author says, Life would become much Simpler if we just Believe in the Things that has been Said in the Book. However, Believing Things just to make Life easier as a way of absconding from everyday Trifles doesn't sound Right.

I Believe that one has to Learn things in One's own way. I'm not rejecting the concept altogether, I'm just making a Promise to the Masters, Guardian Spirits and to myself that if not Now, within this Lifetime, I ll keep my Mind Open and Learn as much as I can.

The Book, A complete Spiritual Guide, a Good Read and a True Medicine for those facing Dead Ends, Though I must warn beforehand that If sarcasm and narrow thinking be your hold then keep it to yourself cos' Your own Trust, not this Book, is the Key always to unlock your Mind.

And If you plan to start with the book, then be open to the views and be inspired of the thoughts along the spiritual journey.

I can assure you that the enlightening thoughts penned down in the book will be a Torch during the Dark tunnel phases of Life.

As for me, I might give a re-read after certain span of time. Belief and Faith, on whatever be it, takes Time and Maturity to become firm and Stable. Balance can be attained only through Trust, Sensibility and Knowledge.

"By Knowledge, We Reach God." - Brian Weiss, Many Lives Many Masters.

THE SHADOW OF THE WIND. A REVIEW. OF LOVE AND JOURNEY.

There are different kinds of books, Those that guide you in Life, those that get you self introspecting, those that make you emotional, those that inspire you, those that receive your admiration and love, And even some that get you snoring over the book.

I am, though a vivid reader and in company of some novel all the time, not the literary expert. Pure fiction lover, with a happy ending note.

The day when Daniel (in the story) chose the "Shadow of the Wind by Julian Carax" from the cemetry of forgotten books and got adopted by the same, I was sure that similar fate awaited me with "The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon".

Every day, when i touch the book and read and live through the words, I feel (and still remember the feel) a unique sense of belonging.

Proud Owner Of the Masterpiece.

Every morning I would rush to the bus, get myself a comfortable corner seat and dive into the world.

Every Night, till late I would turn through the pages and stay glued to the book with a fatal attraction.

And Every time there would be a regretful act of closing the book with a rude snap from the Trance.

Furthermore, I would catch myself going reverse in pages, sometimes to reread and get a full feel of the moments, and other times out of fear of missing the lines and in turn the feel.

Basically, all of us dread a disappointment, a betrayal of perfection, in every story be it a movie or a book. Similarly even i was bound by the fear of losing the love for the book, which i had been garnering for days, to the climax.

But then I wouldn't have asked for more apt end than this.

Even a week after the final showdown, I still feel that I am walking through the streets of  Spanish Downtown, hand in hand with Daniel, Carax, Fermin, Sempere and others. And I just don't stop from taking the book and skimming through my favourite conversations over a cup of tea.

All i know is that the book has got me right well, And I have built a new world to relive.

As for the REVIEW, Carlos has done a beautiful work in portraying each and every character, making a sketch in our minds.

His Choice of words is a class apart and keeps the life in the story going on and even after the story is over.

The book keeps us bound to it with the events of twists and turns and ties a knot with our Hearts making it to render to each character.

Just as Carlos pointed out, this story is more like a split of one thing into million reflections, a fission of one story into thousands. Every turn of a page we discover smiles as well as tears, Joy as well as heaviness.

This may have been an exaggerated review for few, but then it is purely my take of the Book and I would recommend to anyone coming across.

Fiction lovers out there, You will just Love it. And Do give me a Hi-five below if you have been nodding all along the way.

Also, If any of you have similar bondings with some book in your lives then mention it below. :-) Who knows, I would also create another world of it. 

A Broken Feather, And With it I would Write a Love Song.

Scuba Diving!

If I hadn't gotten  myself into certain commitments, who knows, I might have gone exploring the lost sunken worlds in oceans, and measuring the depths of Blue Universe. Commitments, something which we tend to avoid at all costs, for the Fear of responsibilities. Though unknowingly, we tend to drag many to ourselves.

I remember this girl from my school. Her entire Life then revolved around a single word, Dance. But her life didn't quite turn out the way which many, almost all of them who knew her back then, had envisioned.

Life keeps changing. Unpredictable moments come and go by. Diverted journeys. Lost people. Misleading views. Confusing mirages. 

One of the favourite conversations that i pick up with people is getting them to casually talk about their forgotten lives. It is something which i could share in common with anybody in the world. A Broken wing.

Their indefinite love for the same would be much evident in the way they start expressing themselves. Some sort of Trance. But before they finish talking about it, they fear of regret and losing the cool would cloud their minds.

Bird-Watch, NL.

Well, all of us have some regret, And it is certainly not the mistake of ourselves or any of the decisions we made.

It is actually Human Nature. 

I'm unsure of terming it with an apt word. (Suggestions welcome.) We could for now describe as Curiosity coupled with a positive imagination. Confused right? 

Here is the thing. We are never wholly satisfied with our present, and we try to ponder over our past as to where we had taken the turn that landed us here, And analyse the alternate turns and the differences it would have made.

Funnily, Our optimistic mind comes into action, imagining the best situation, probably with a high presence of the one or few things amiss the current reality.

Sometimes, I find myself regretting on Life. And Sometimes, Letting things happen in the "destined" way without much concern on practicality. But then, I suppose, Whatever happens, We must be self-forgiving, patient, and Strong to keep walking on.

As for the girl, I am unaware of her inner feelings, though she has managed to survive the broken dream, lost love and a regretful decision. And the best thing, she still wears the million dollar smile on her face.

Now that's what I would call INSPIRING!

Long way to go. Inner Joy helps.

Find Happiness and Joy in everyday Life, Cos' this Life is also a "Positive Dream", the dream of the Turn we really took.

A BLANK STATE.

It would strike midnight in few minutes. I am tired. So tired that I am unable to move a limb, or think. In search of Sleep. 

Yes. Past three days, I would have slept for a total of 5 hours. 5/36, sounds worse. Yet I am not able to make myself to get some sleep. A state, where i show a zero percent reaction. Nightmares, Confusions, Sadness, Sickness. 

Is this what they call as "Insomnia"? 

I have lot of stories going on in my mind. All a sudden dive into writing. Yet I am not strong enough to think, phrase and pen down.

I deserve the pain I am in. The pain of guilt.

I keep wondering every time as to how difficult things happen in life, since I am (so-called) good and I don't remotely hurt anyone.

Well obviously, this isn't the case.

I push away people, esp those who shower love and concern on me. I block anyone and everyone from my closet. I avoid closeness at all costs.

The person I am, is not the Person I seem to be.

I love emptiness, darkness, Emo, Abstract, Silence, Grey shades.

I wish I hadn't hurt anyone in this process. 

And I wish, Everything goes fine with those people, Esp the Best People in my life.

I Wish.

SWINGS OF FRIENDSHIP.

A fine breezy evening. A lonely walk to the nearby park. 

I sat on the swing, loneliness seems to be overwhelming. Emptiness within me overflowing and spreading around.

I saw the empty swing beside, the usual occupant being her.

Ah, Those sound moments. Non-stop talks and silly laughs. 

I just don't understand.

After all those fights we had, How could a small fight like this. . , ummm.. what was it actually about? Damn it is true, the more we carry on a fight, the anger remains but the cause goes forgotten. What's the point of fighting now!

Whatever. She could have said the word. One word. 5 letters. How much difficult would it be.

And why am i bothered. Why am i even thinking about it.

But, Is she thinking the same way?

All the same, Is she really the girl i knew as my best friend, the girl who stood near my bedroom door twenty years back, looking at me, waiting for me to invite her over so that we could complete the toy house building set, which started the decade long friendship?

Did the four year gap change her so much?

Lot of questions kept popping up, the more i thought about it.

Nevertheless, Am i actually angry or sad? Angry, that she has blown up a small issue so big and never bothered to apologise. Sad, that I behaved more or less the same way.

Funny, How Adolescence makes us more practical and calculative. Less forgiving and cold-hearted.

I got up and started.

This is it. 

If "sorry" is what the ISSUE needed, then let me give the word, but i am just not going to give her, who means more than what the word means to me.

Ego and Pride, Screw you! Just don't make me "think" like that again.

As i reached the gate, I saw her.

"She was standing near the door, looking at me, waiting for me to invite her, which started everything. . . "

She smiled, illuminating the lamp within me again, this time with a much brighter indomitable glow.

We started walking together.

"Hey, where is the sorry you owe me?", A Voice called.

I smiled and replied, "Well, who are you? And what is that?".