THE INTERNET JUNGLE

Largely ignored and rarely noticed,the village lived on.Abandoned into abyss of oblivion ,by government and the world alike,the forsaken land remained peacefully severed from the hustle and bustle of city life.Only the weekly shuttle bus service run by the govt found its way to the secrecy of the unexplored and hidden treasure of nature.The people of the village were happy and content with the way life treated them,they had no bigger dreams than living a day peacefully.happiness and mirth intoxicated them and sorrows emblodened them.living through the various twists,turns and caprices of fate,at the end of the day only smiles persisted on their faces.affection and innocence bound them together..they never complained.....As if symbolising the spirits of the village folks a lively and teeming river ran through the heart of the village seperating it into two shores.The shores stretched out ,seperated by a brilliant and serene gush of pristine water ,like two lovers separated by destiny .80 percent of the villagers were farmers...the proximity of the river increased the generosity of the soil..anything and everything grew there adding up for its ecological opulence.Rare varities of avian family vacationed there impressed and bowled over by the hospitality of nature.The village was a beautiful watercolour painting done by the god himself........thus,with all its beauty and unharmed virginity the village moved on
As a part of the govermental campaign for spreading e-literacy ,Internet arrived at the village amidst much fanfare and celebration.A computer centre was inaugrated with 5 computers and two instructors.The villagers greeted the arms of technology with the same frenzy and excitement they shared when television first arrived on their village.Like the falling autumn leaves they surrendered their will and whims to the winds of sophistication. The innocent villagers flocked to the center in large numbers.A touch on the keyboard made them get goosebumps.in disbelief and wonder,they gasped and gaped at what they saw.As time flapped its wings and flew away, changes began to creep into the village .The conservative mindsets of the people opened up to the open sky of oppurtunities.the literacy starved villagers were soon driven into greener pastures of knowledge.As tecnolody gobbled up the village.the need for basic english education seemed inevitable.upon the request of the people and after a heated discussion in the panchayat it was decided to start an english learning centre.which only the communisits opposed.the syllabus and timetable of the panchayat shool was revised with a compulsory english period.New books on basic english literature smiled from the bookshelves of the panchayat library.slowly and gradually,like how a drug finds it way through the nerves,the village resonated with the chants od development.'operation castlead' and 'global meltdown'replaced the routine topics of discussion at the village tea shop where elderly village men assembled for their early morning and late evening sessions of gossiping over a hot cup of tea.pants replaced dhotis and the village women bartered their sarees and robes for churidar and salwar. pics of Paris Hilton and Aiswarya Rai replaced the amorous pouts and temperature heater voluptuosness of semi clad b- rate actresses that hung on the barber shop walls.within 2 years two english medium schools offering state of aart facilities sprang up at the outskirts of the village.The children who whistled and frollicked their way to schools were jampacked into tempos and shool buses,with ties hanging around their neck like noose and truck loads of books weighing down their shoulders.......as was their habit, they never complained
The impending lok sabha elections and advent of mobile phone technology did the rest of the job,what became 'wat' ahd how are you became 'wassup'.......as if woken up from their slumber the politicians returned to the village..massive plans were drawn up for reconstruction of roads and facelifting the village.a two lane bridge was built across the river and finally a web site was opened in the name of the village for exploring and exploiting the tourism oppurtunities ,the village offered and the heaps of fortune that it would usher in.As if registering their silent protests,the nature reacted,the flow of the water diminished,birds stopped their seasonal visits and increased activities heated up the village.The party that won the elections promised an IT Park for the village, flaring up the development turmoil.The monstrous and savage shadow of urban civilisation and status loomed large over the lives of the innocent villagers,crime rate peaked, destroying the peace and tranquility of the place...real estate prices soared up and mobile towers fenced the village........within 5 years the village became a township
Among the many things that the village lost in the onslaught of development....it lost its identity and innocence.....memories and nostalgia remined their final hope to connect with the village of their dreams...........n all because of the internet

LOVE(hope love and time ..contd)

I found love and fell in love ,even before i learned to spell the word without errors.I was only 4 when the first whiff of love enraptured my heart.20 years hence,like the opening lines of my favourite song, i vividly remember every minute and hour of the day,my life had its first rendezvous with love.It was a monsoon day, the furious rain was unleashing its rage with terrifying intensity.When i first saw her ,she was dressed in her neatly pressed kindegarten frock twirling an umbrella in her right hand and speaking cheerfully to her mother who was standing beside her.Everything about her had an indescribable bliss,an aura of grace,charm and ease encircled the air around her.she was looking pretty and as effervescent as ever.....a single glance was enough to propel my feelings into a new trajectory and my heartbeats lost its rhythm for the first time in my life........... Among the incomplete homeworkbooks,endless impositions,scowling face of the class teacher and every other scourge that made the life of a four year old miserable....i found life and joy in her.Riding her pillion in my BSA mini cycle,reading bedtime stories late into night just to narrate it to the her the next day and to see her eyes widen in wonder and excitement,playing peekaboo with her and sharing toffees and cakes bought with the money snaffled out of my dads wallet.....it was everything life meant to me at that age .Unfortunately,the romance only had the lifespan of an academic year. it met with a premature death on the day my school term ended and my dad got transferred to a distant land, leaving throbs and aches in the form of memories.

I was 13,when love once again slipped in silently through the unbolted doors of my heart,......13 the age at which traces of moustache starts sprouting above your lipline,the age you find the spunk to stare impudently into the eyes of your teacher and say "ma'am i was in no mood to do the assignment" without peeing down your knickers.I found love in the simmering heat of our school playground.but it wasnt until it was too late and everything had spun out of my hand that i realised ,she had crossed the line of adolescent attraction into the core of my heart

love.......the most commonplace of all feelings...u may find it in the din of a public place,behind the roughened and scratched up surface of your school desk,in the inner pages of your favourite books or sneaking in disguise under the warmth and compatibility of a longstanding relationship.love, like luck comes into our life at the least expected time.It is when luck meets destiny that love blossoms.The moment you fall in love the doors of heaven opens up and the mellifluous symphonies played from the harp of the angels above will start echoing on your soul helping you to see and feel things in a new 'rainbow light'.love is something that made me dream wide eyed in the middle of a boring physics lecture,something that made me smile without reason,helped me find hope in despair,solace in misfortune and joy in sorrows...above all it was something that taught there were more exciting things than x-box and play station in life

Among the millions of girls that grace your sight everyday,to find and meet the girl who holds the bow with which cupid fired his arrows at your heart,is a matter of destiny and divine discretion.I was17when love hitchhiked my heart for a lifetime ride.It was the last and final time i fell in love and the emotional inferno engulfed my life changing every bit of it.....my prayers began and ended with her,every moment with her was a 'FREE HIT' in the game of love and every new day was a gift from the heaven above with the signature of God.Those were the days when even sitting idle had a purpose behind it.......now when i look back everything seems crazy.......love is like that.....it will make you sound crazy,think wild and act insane...but at the end of the day it makes you feel more human.....and ......it is always these so called crazy beginnings that gives rise to meaningful ends............This is my love

to be continued

MY FIRST CRUSH

It was five years ago that i first saw her,at a place and time quite unimaginable and inconcievable for a perfect love story to blossom.It was on a hot sultry noon at our school playground.The sun was scorching our asses and the physical trainer was making us replay his antics which he referred to by the euphemism 'exercises' while he stood under the canopy of a tree.We were exercising our butt out ,the trainer gestured someone from among us. I saw someone speed past me but in the blinding heat i couldnt make up who it was.It was only when she ascended the dias to demonstrate and to reenact his capers that i got to see her.soon enthusiasm overcame my fatigue and i began moving my hands and legs vigorously
When the classes were over and as we sat there fatigued without a drop of water to wet our throat, my best friend at school went and fetched her water bottle .after we had emptied the bottle i took it to her,with the same nervousness that i still experience wen i am near her..It felt like the air in the whole planet had been sucked up... i was sweating n my heart was pounding with a 'new found' vigour .it multiplied with every step i took....for the first time i was unable to speak and with a great effort i managed to drag out 'excuse me'from my throat........she turned gently .....her eyes behind her spectacles looked like two pieces of cherry placed inside the glass shelf of a confectionary shop.her lips were as red as ian apple....she was 'giddyingly' gorgeous.... my hands were freezing cold when i handed her the bottle.....she took it from me and smiled........... i returned with a joy and exhilaration,only conquerors like napoleon an alexander would have known...when they won the whole world over
such is the power of love,even a smile can make you wait for years.....untold love is a sweet embarassment.......i must admit that the embarasment still remains

It takes only a moment to fall in love ...and a lifetime to convince your partner.............that.............., you are everything that god has done to keep her happy........that ........you are the answer to everything left unanswered in her life.........that.......you always have a spare hanky with you whenever she is in tears!!!!just to reassure her that she is not alone in her loneliness and there is someone who understands the language of her emotions,even her silence...........and........there are two hands waiting to help her out when she is in distress ......then,finally....there is a life waiting to give her everything that she has always asked for.Isn't it wonderful to think to that there is always one person ........who thinks about you even when he is asleep....that.....your name adorns the backpages of his note books...........and....you make life worth celebrating for him and helps him find beauty and happiness even in the ugliest things in life...and...... you are last person he wishes to see before saying good night and you are thefirst thought that fills his mind when he opens his eyes to a brand new day.Isn't it painful to think that every moment away from you is torture for him.
sometimes it so happens that , a lifetime wouldn't be enough to convey what you have within you
this is when your love gets screwed up and we go after better gals ....(heheh.......jus kiddin)

well,thats life........a whiff of the wind is all it takes to blow out a glowing candle,likewise a vicious swing of fate is all it takes to destroy everything .........and.....before you have time to blink your eyelids your sweetheart would be gone without even bidding a goodbye,bringing the curtains down on everything that we once cherished.Happiness becomes a thing of past ,moments become memories.........and memories remain our only hope to connect with the bygone realities

Those who know me too well, will doubt that the following narrative contains some autobiographical overtones..........i wish to say that it is purely coincidental........this narrative is the introductory part of a story that i intend to share with you

i do admit that ,to some extent it is based on the events that unfolded in my life in 2004...the rest is purely fiction an figments of my imagination........im going to tell you a story.....trust me...........this is beginning of it

HOPE ,LOVE AND TIME

HOPE
Destiny,never play by rules ,just when you think of it to be fair it cheats you by dishing out crap and abominable experiences which would make you feel that your life is nt worth a piece of shit!!!.This is precisely what happened to my parents 23 years ago
Living in an expensive town my father had two options,either to keep up the lifestyle,which inevitably was a need when you have well to do neighbours and relatives,or,to abstain from excesses and maintain financial security.My dad chose the latter which consequently unfurled some financial inconsistencies into our life.Inorder to pull themselves out from trouble,my parents tried everything in the books,right from planting a money plant to trying their luck on lottery tickets,but lady lukc was still to smile upon them.Atlast like every desperate parents they started pinning their hopes on me hoping that one fine day their son will rise to tthe occassion and be their messiah and answer their distresses.I was born on dec 1 1986.my dad always says that i was just like the chandrayaan -1 promising too much until everything got tracelessly lost.I was never bad at studies till my age of 14,infact i was good and did considerably well,this gave them scope for hope and immense joy.from my childhood itself my interests or hobbies or whatever u may call........it was fleeting and my parents encouraged me and tried hard to fix my wandering interests...........As time sped by ......the son in me disowned his parents dreams and was soon enticed by other better things in life.From then,my dad always had had to hang his head in shame and disgrace when talkin about his son.It hurt him to think that his son was a sucker


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COMEBACK OF THE 'PROBLEM CHILD'

Today's blog is written in admiration to the fabulous comeback staged by the problem child of Indian cricket 'S.SREESANTH'.It was surprising to see a cool,composed and focussed Sreesanth back on field.I never knew that staying off field for a while was equivalent to meditating under a 'gaya tree' It was an 'enlightened' version of sreesanth that we got to see on the field.Few months back he was a guy who seriously needed a revision of all those moral lessons taught at school,playing a pied piper to controversies.his antics and capers at the playfield were in the limelight for all the of wrong reasons.be it for the infamous 'slap and cry' episode with Harbhajan or for sledging,yelling at players etc.the attitude of this guy screwed up things for him.Staying off the field couldnt even
completely mitigate the flow of controversies.Kerala cricket Association came to the fore with complaints against him for his abscence from the practise sessions citing flimsy and insufficient reasons
criticisms and controversies apart, i believe that this guy has got the potential to work wonders, if his talent and attitude are in perfect tango he is gonna go places.
It is heartening that finally this guy has realised that inswingers and yokers can do the job rather than gettin on nerves of opponents

BOTTOMLINE :Be it Mr.Karunakaran who has tried everything in the books to reinstate his son to the congress or Sreesanth's mom who has been paying frequent visits to Guruvayoor Temple.The Lord never disappoints his devotees

THE RESILIENT INDIAN

Today,the country relives the frightening 60hr ordeal that had traumatised the entire nation and had everyone of us in tenterhooks.This inauspicious date marks an year since the fateful 26/11/2008 ,when time mercilessly took our near,dear and beloved ones by forcing on us unrelenting pain and sorrow.It appended another bloody and inglorious chapter to the pages of history.Despite its best efforts to garner global support in the fight against terror and to isolate the countries that have been promoting it, very little seems to have been done by our government in preempting a future strike and beefing up the internal security.Our public places,
be it a market place or a railway platform still remain vulnerable spots and soft targets for another attack.within a year after the attack terrorist masterminds like David coleman headley and Tahawur Rana had the blueprint ready for another attack.The recent blasts in Assam underscores the need for an effective security system .verbal assurances apart,the govt needs to look into these pressing matters that have been glaring upon us

The spirit of resilience of our nation has always amazed me..Resilience is an inbred mechanism in every Indian. Bloody wars have been fought here,powerful explosions have ripped through its heartland killing its brave sons and daughters.communal carnage have taken place,people have been divided on racial and linguistic
lines.Even after 60 of independence there exists a million reasons strong enough to undermine even the strongest of empires,Still she endures.Resilience is a virtue that is ingrained in us, we have learned the hard way out.Undaunted by problems,unbenting in the face of crisis and with an uncrushed spirit, steely resolve and unwavering dedicatin lets wow to make our country a safe and better place



JAI HIND

LIBERHAN : THE THIRD UMPIRE

I was just 6 years old when the hardcore hindutva preachers vandalised the Babri Masjid mosque.17 years hence,the liberhan commission which had been appointed then, to enqire into the outrageous act of vandalism is all set to table its findings and decisions.India might be the only country in the world that has spend more money on buying ink and paper for commission reports rather than alleviating other grave matters that have been squeezing its neck,and trying to choke it.Maybe, a random census would even prove that this country has more commissions to its name than hospitals or schools.Doesn't it sound dismaying???"only God knows what is happening in this country"
The name "LIBERHAN COMMISSION" has always struck me like the title of a much touted megabudget bollywood release.and as always,it has and had its cup of controversies,contradictions,denials etc.It is beyond doubt that after this initial uproar and hullaballoo this will soon die out paving wayfor a bigger "HEADLINE GRABBER". In this country,appointment of commissions and committees has become an order of the day.even kindergarten schools appoint committees to look into the misconduct of their students.Is there the need for a third umpire to decide on matters when truth is obvious and glaring upon our face,when things are as transparent as SAINT-GOBAIN glasses especially when the perpetrators are still at large and entire nation knows the"you -know-who"
"Justice delayed is justice denied".I Guess 17years is not that long a period for justice to be considered denied.After all ,we still belive in the concept of "heaven and hell".lets hope with all out hearts and best of our hopes that the culprits would be punished in hell

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