wow..i had a lovely day.

just because of the three or four louts behind us in the movie theatre who were ofcourse loud and obnoxious, how fair would it be of me to move along with my friend for an anothe seat.i wandered away,disconcerted by this sudden sense of having been cut short,frozen in mid-flow.actually all this arises a frisson of terror in my mind.she gave me a long slow look,as if she were deciding something,and then she allowed herself to blush,the colour suffusing her throat in a delicious mottle of pink and white.the tone isn't always matched,unfortunately,by that of the performances,which can veer toward kitsch and cuteness.i was probably beginning to catch a glimpse of her eponymous character,just like her name which means the most beautiful.i knew it will remain as one of the most auspicious days spent in chennai whenever i would think of my time here.i tried to carry myself with pride,as though,forsooth,i felt i had achieved a moment ,both praiseworthy and meritorious.it didn't seem to matter,what if the hall replete with faces,all staring at us was already going nuts.i decided to disengage her from the hold of my fingers and this is perhaps where i went wrong.at this moment,this blog is giving permanence to the evanescent thought of a prized moment and i am certain i will smile everytime i read it.wind and sea may displace the ship's centre of gravity to three different orthogonal axis but even the torrid environment and the fracas of restless people couldn't deter me from doing what i did.it was one of the better moments of my life.ecstatic,felicitous,exultant-radiant,ravishing,rapturous-gladsome,tickled,delighted-oh it is so very special.just today i realised a fact,infact a number of truths.for every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.for every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.for every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.love of beauty might be a taste and creation of beauty an art but when you love someone and call it beautiful,its perfection,both art and taste come together.when i look it more closely,i find an answer-people are very complicated,everyone is.it feels great to make someone feel beautiful and the joy is immense if the reflections are even more pretty.

to forget forever..

some things are so strange.i remember an interview years ago,at 13, after being shortlisted in the second round of a national science olympiad.having answered most of it pretty decently was actually expecting a pat on the childish shoulders,and just when i thought it was over someone out of those three or four antique interviewers asked about my strength.i perhaps had only an option-of blabbering anything i wanted to,and before i knew i had already retorted indicating the nonsensical meaning of it to a std eight lad.beyond the gestures and the frowns,i was menially uttering in a very low pitch-"dad and mom".and the question came again-"whats your strength ? confidence,self belief,consistency,hard work and blessings of mom and dad." strange moments of life.
i wish tomorrow,in the better times i am asked the same,surely i would copy-paste what i had hesitantly muttered eight and a half years ago.life has taken turns,so many that at times i tend to forget what i was.now,am running a fever of around 102-the whole body is in ache,and voice is so down that at times i myself cant hear a hello i try to say on phone.

this part of my life can be reckoned to be the worst,the whole year.may be few would argue with a strong no but i know the truth and only i understand how i know it.there are perhaps few chapters in everyone's life which is better forgotten forever.i would like to forget too,the worst moments of my life and for sure forget them for ever.

serendipity.

a few lines beneath were jotted on a paper while i thought of my past late in the night. it was morning by then and i could still not know that sun has come.

in the midst of a white sky,
when i looked beyond my window,
i felt amazed,i closed my eyes,it made me smile,
i was certain , i should not cry.

a serndipity that hovers around
for the sake of my destiny profound.
into the hollow-way and towards my spinning head
lies a mystery of life which would never be dead.

terrible terrible day

its strange to feel lonely when you get used to it.i miss everyone today as i delve down to search for those whom i might have forgotten.a faint impression of their faces makes me desperate.an eventful day is somewhat abnormal for an always preoccupied person.while climbing the stairs to the top floor just for the sake of being alone after ignoring the elevator because of so many known faces who uselessly keep asking how are you every day while passing by.may be today i want to be originally myself,far from pretending and trying to make others feel comfortable.my most lovely mom must be feeling deserted,she and the youngest of our family are the only in house.just today,one of us has already left for london to beckon the zenith up against.being how she is taks guts,out of league,dynamic and sensational.a leader in the making.and an immense strength to keep herself motivated at becoming the prime minister knowing the giant nature of her dream.inspirational.i feel deserted too,though am already miles away.having never been to the most expensive city in the world,called london,i dont know why i feel it was waiting for this lovely gift of god to reach there.i am so sure about the way she is going to make the city her own till she would want to.supposed to come back in an year makes me miss her like never before.it looks more like a miss day,i think of others and i get sad on knowing everyone who is mine or who was is so far away,some in distance of miles and some separated by circumstances.loneliness has actually been an insignia of my character,from a boardibng school at an age of 9 till today this has been one of the things which makes me strong and at times miserably week.life is a kind of tune perhaps which goes on and varies the way we want it to,like a guitar or a song.tunes are melancholy as well as magical.actually life is everything till it is lovely.and today it is not,atleast not for me.not to mention,of all today,most shocking has been knowing about the global stock markets declining like a collapsing skyscraoer.the crisis in lehman brothers had to have an impact,i knew it perhaps a week back from the news as they were coming but this was unexpected.anyways am just noy in the mood of talking economics but surely the international arena is working on it.it will pass by and people would forget it.thats how it is.thats how ypu gamble.thats how it feels when you are unable to predict.stay blessed.

on a personal note..

while lying on the floor early in the morning and completely lost in the story by an amateur i wish i had known a definitive approach to estimate the worth of it.an instant later the idea of love and its alliance emotions compelled me to think of a pretty girl.she had for few moments become the meaning of my life.that was when we broke up.today,she stands vindicated and i at times take it as a prelude to the insipid flavours that were to come.then comes a story springing in chennai,a city i hated in my first rendezvous with it,now i love the place.not being juvenile and profane are the two most important lessons chennai has taught me.and yeah,never expect from anyone is the other one.living my life from my heart and sharing it to others gives me the only pain i have.my father unfeathered the fear of not achieving anything when he was young and dynamic,he indeed has been the best administrator i have ever seen,at times he inspires me.and what i have learnt is that in order to achieve success one does not always need someone's hand,at times a pointed finger augurs well.we can choose each day, to reside in a world of reality or to reside in a world of miracles. the choice is always ours. the result from our choice always shows. always.ideal is the beacon.without ideal, there is no secure direction; without direction, there is no life.to me,chances have always come by and i feel poud today that i have a dream which would look like a miracle once fulfilled.this is in simple one side of the stoy of a very complicated human being,suyash.i would rather say to others,when chances come calling, take a look at them and select the best so as not to fall into the antics of evils. stay blessed.

ethics and melodrama.

ethics i thought was more than just being a part of philosophy.if there was one word to distinguish betwen a good and an evil,it could well be ethics.not withstanding the high pressure the world of business is undergoing ever since the first dawn of this millenium and the doldrums already springing from nasdaq till the bombay stock exchange is indeed a very important backwash to grasp the gravity of situation.nbow here we go,why does someone have to debate with me when i fabvour that ethics should be inevitable to a normal human,he being a business tycoon,a spearhead politician or an indispensable personality plus.just for the sake of succeeding noone can forget the sole meaning of success.its was never just about defeating people,accelerating head over the other or earning profit and it would never be.from a general point of view,it is about making your dreams come true,instilling a sense of satisfaction in the core of your hearts and finally contributing to others happiness and utilities in order to gain the same for yourself.
i would rather discontinue it,philosophy and me make a deadly combo and time is running short as well,got to go and preside over a brief bash,lol.finally is not the ethics becoming melodramatic.ironically,it is.realistically,it is.and very truly,it indeed is.what my view has been is obviously antonymic to the sense of a numerous gentlemen but i believe i got a point which i would may be highlight explicitly once i have enough time to become an author of a book.
now how disgusting would it be to not think about my dearest dad when i have a slightest of celebration to make.my dearest mom and the lovely sisters always make me miss them.its early in the night,ten pm and i start playing guitar while this sharma comes over to ask for a cup of coffee.i have always tries to be a sentient guy with these females but there are thoughts which bring a shudder till my jaws.thats a sad old story and an unfortunate one.for the moment its time to celebrate a brand new car which makes the road turnaround to make a way.my heart is pure and my life is brilliant.