My all time Favourite Rain-song....

Rhythm of the Rain
by Cascades

My mom bought an audio cassette when i was 12 .
"20 oldies English Classics"..... damn good sweet music.... all ever green classics of 70's.... i found this song in the cassette .... loved this song... and still hearing it..........gr88 music... and the lyrics... Awesome....!!This song has the complete Package of LOVE-RAIN-MUSIC.....
The song starts with the sounds of the rain drop.... then comes the sweet tunes blended with beautiful lyrics.... am not exaggerating...check out the lyrics....

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again

The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know
That when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

Rain please tell me now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away

The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

[Instrumental Interlude]

Rain won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again

Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater
Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater

To hear this song just click the CASCADES in the DEEZER player on the right bar.......

In to the 'Real' World....today.....

I realized my real 'self' and the real 'world' today... used to live in a parallel 'dream' world 'exclusive' of mine..today i was asked to read the contents of a paper in my class.... its about me... and the funny thing is .. it was written by me....!
at the end of the reading i came to know about the "real" me.... got really embarrassed as all my class mates began to laugh at me... not because of the contents of the paper.. but because of my hands trembling.... i couldn't control the trembling... was hurrying to finish it of for the sake of finishing.... returned back home embarrassed ....slept off... in the afternoon......
i realized how weak i am in communicating to a gathering...
but i consider this event as a stepping stone..... a guide... for the long journey of mine....
as said in "pursuit of happyness"... this little part of my life is called....
"stepping into reality".......

Keep Moving.....!!

.....i love to share a story of someone who actually inspired Millions....... when ever i am down with some trouble or pain.... i used to play a video which i downloaded two months back.... the video is about a true story of a boy in his teens... the boy is totally blinded and his legs are crippled.. he was born with this handicap.. when he was born,their parents were totally shattered and devastated on seeing their baby with that condition ........
but then one day... his Dad found a hidden talent in the boy... he found the boy was hitting the right keys of the piano with ease ... he was able to make tunes of "Twinkle twinkle little star"... he was just 9 months old then..!! ... His Dad pruned his talents accordingly.encouraged him in the "sound of music".....the shattered parents gained confidence from their child's fascination in music....
He is now 17 .. and is now performing for the American Football Musical Bands...he also plays for various concerts and program............. The name of the boy who inspired the Millions across America is

Patrick Henry Hughes, pianist and vocalist.

No matter what you are and what disabilities you have.. its the guts and daring to fight against all odds pays..... the attitudes within speaks more than anything in this world........
Just don't care about anyone ........care only for your loved ones around.....your true friends,Parents,siblings... these people will Push you towards the Horizon of happiness through success......
i am skeptic about Love sometimes...... just an Infatuation haunting every now and then.. a multiple Illusion...... was once getting more distracted to this illusion....todays youth are more pulled and distracted to so called "love".......... true love is a mature love....... the best example of true love is this:

Valentine gift

Free yourself from the clutches of those unwanted Infatuations ... haunted by thoughts.... a waste of time......

KEEP MOVING, NEVER EVER PAUSE....!!!!!

Namesake....

.......i am not good in judging people.... coz i hate to do that... i hate people snooping in others life......... i sometimes get irritated when some people do that.... i coin them 'Fake friends'....
......like to be open and straight forward to those who trust me.... but the more you are frank and honest to a 'fake friend' the more you are vulnerable to back stabbing..and you will realize his 'Fakeness' only after the stabbing......... i have experienced that.....these fake people will be with you till there primary motive gets satisfied........

Now am really careful in dealing with those people......... but some times my usual flow or the 'Real me' comes in............after passing out my graduation from a wonderful college with damn real and sweet friends... i stepped in my PG college life... first few trimesters i was the same 'UG college guy'.. nothing changed in me.. used to be very close to people and make friends very quickly... later i realized making friends quickly was like getting stuck in a 'Quick sand' .. u get stuck in nowhere...i respect and believe in Trusted flawless friendship..... i strongly believe in the following statement:
"One who gossips to you will gossip about you"
its 200% true.....i have gossiped...... Now i am realizing how stupid to talk ill about someone when u have dirt in you......
True friend hits u from front... while a fake one stabs from back......
its better to be in solitude with good Music around than to be with a Namesake friend.........

'Friends never betray you, only people you thought were your friends."
- T.Mike Runger

Too be continued.......

Rain Snaps taken from my Balcony......

cement floor turning "glossy"....

The influence....

I am now habituated to buy books as a remembrance of a place where I visit…One such book was Michael Palin’s Himalaya which I am reading now…I bought this book at Dharamsala as a remembrance and Its all about his journey from Khyber Pass that was the starting point of Himalayas to Bangladesh, the ending point of the renowned snow capped mountain range…I wondered "what influenced him to make such a journey in his life?...and the words in the book stirred up my lingering memories towards nature…

I firmly believe that our present and future actions are based on influences of the past...Influence could be any….circumstances & people who lead us to that circumstances,….I am more influenced by nature than circumstances. Because circumstances change, People change but nature never changes….

My acquaintance with Himalayas is two years old now….This happened because of my stay in Dehradun for two years .Being failed in all my efforts to find a job after completing my engineering, I was totally lost and left with an unfulfilled dream “getting a job in Chennai and enjoying life with friends”….. My life always turns impartial to me when I ask compromise for my mistakes and it gives me judgment which I am not
prepared for….While doing my engineering I was easy going with life and imbibed with all sort of activities other than studies and never dreamt of other option if I left out with no job after college…the same occurred ....Not overconfidence in me but this time I failed because of my over confidence with the society thinking that it will welcome me with the red carpet…later I realized society does not…I knocked all the doors and there was no reply for my call…..

Finally I gave up and started my journey to dehradun for doing post graduation…With lot of questions about my future and newly accumulated fears in mind, I prepared myself for this journey without knowing that it is going to change my life one day…Staying away from home is not a question for me because I have already spent my school and college days in hostel…...But this time everything had turned into a question....from language to food, living, people climate etc…...Bearing all hopes and fears, I reached Chennai central with my parents and friends and there i got a chance to meet around 10 guys who are also joining the same college… that to the same course in which I have enrolled on...One of my fear was reduced after knowing them all and I started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel without knowing the distance to reach the light….
to be continued...............

The konkan rail route........

......The best thing about this railroute is that the journey itself is more of a picnic fun .. mainly because of the eyecatchy landscpaes... on the either sides of the rail route.. .. this is the best journey i have ever expereinced.. it was not like a travel.. it was more like a ride on a picnic train... the journey was really breathtaking....

The journey started from Mangalore to Panjim.... it was a jolly tour of some 72 guys to GOA.. and we guys usually dance, sing , play games with fellow passengers in trains... but this journey was totally different... all were allured to the beautiful landscapes scrolling across in the open...... some were even sitting on the door steps of the train......

The main attraction of this journey is the freaking dark tunnels.....
when the train enters the tunnel... darknesss fills the coach.... wow .. what a feeling that too.. water or stream just pouring from the sides of the tunnel from nowhere....sounds of water splashing on the ground... with the train sounds.. in the Hollow tunnel...cool air flowing across the face........ u will feel like singing Manzil se behthar lagne lage hain yeh rasthe....


Route Length 760 Kms Bridges 1,798 (major - 168; minor - 1,630)
Best Time to Visit September to April
Tunnels 88 (longest 6.5 km)

The Valentine GIft.......

Let me narrate the scene I witnessed last night… I was asked to buy Idlis for the dinner for my home…….. I went to the usual shop... It was a shop run by an old man and his wife …. The shop is a four wheel wooden vehicle, modified….and this shop is famous for its soft idlis …..Every time I go there I used to get idlis quickly... But this time... There was some crowd… coz I came early at 7 in the evening…the vehicle shop was buzzing with people… I was really getting bored standing there for a long time... But I noticed something this time... The old man was really busy packing chutney and idlis for all the people standing there…the old man didn’t even see the people standing there... He was really focused in packing… when there was no crowd.. He used to crack jokes with his wife and people around used to laugh and enjoy their company….. But yesterday….

Both were too busy…

I overheard a conversation of two uncles standing near me…after that I really felt the sense and the real meaning of true love...

The couple lost their two sons to ‘LOVE’ (Selfish Love)....as a parents they tried their best to make their sons to live comfortably with luxury …. But unfortunately both the sons fell in love with some one... Ran away …..And never returned … and never want to return too….Both are now living in a foreign land... well settled...

I found the photo of their two sons in their younger age in the vehicle …. Inspite of this loss.. The couple still spend their time happily.. It’s the true love which keeps them going…. I am not that close to know about their spending of time in the day... But from what I saw and have been seeing them... I know that they are happy and blessed with Bliss and harmony… the couple resembled my grand parents in LOVE ....and incidentally … it was Valentines Day….and I really got the sense of true love when I saw them working busily together …. And that sense I consider as a valentine day gift for me….

True Love Lasts For Ever…….

Bliss in Chaos......

Hmm………..having posted my first scribbling my mind started thinking abt next one….shall I write abt my past or present or future….out of these I cant able to write abt my future...bcoz am very powerless to know what will exactly happen after 10 minutes…after a minute too…Let me begin with the present in which I have my presence and it may turn into past as memories
Yet to live for 15 more days to complete a year living in mumbai, I never dreamt that my professional life will start off in this fastest city….got a gud stay in apartment at Bandra surrounded by slums near by….i suppose to walk twice a day through the small streets while going to office…
I have never been to such a place and never known the persons who are living in those chowbattis….here people named slums as chowbatti….i wondered sometimes “what are they doing for their daily bread???....do they live comfortably in chowbattis???...Sometimes quarrels between neighbors wakes me up at midnight….they always fight for space that is their basic right....It was always irritating and disturbs my sleep…..Being used to that I have made up my mind to answer those questions which aroused from the same mind….
“It’s their fate to have a painful life in those chowbattis” that was the answer which I had during my first three months stay…I slowly realized that my so called presumption was wrong, after seeing the chowbatti's are celebrating festivals around the year….Be a diwali, dasara or Christmas or newyear they are united and spending quality time with others….they celebrated the festivals as if they belong to same family with no barriers between them…they are the owners of the day….not only those are the time they united but also during rainy days ….from kids to youngsters and from youngsters to old they strain themselves in preventing rainwater entering into their small nests….in between they helped others to pass by safely….they did it with kindheartedness…though they are uneducated I have a lot to learn from them….

I made up my mind that ‘good and bad never comes in a separate pack; it’s up to the eyes which separates those”

Rainy school days.....!!!!

Long bell!!! means Chutti(holiday)..!!!! children rushing out from the school.. rain pouring....girls and guyz... rushing for their bus....parents waiting outside the school with umbrellas....its a normal scene when it rains..... but when i was in school we guys used to play in the swampy ground in the pouring rain.... we play for hours.... white shirts turning muddy brown.... we had a thunderous fun playing in the rain... we play for hours... untill we get tired..what a fun we had...gr88 feeling.....
i used get a heavy doze from my dad for playing in the rain... but as usual the routine of playing in the rain continued till i left my KV... beautiful days....

now sitting outside my home in the balcony... watching the shower... the old memories still fills joy.......i know i will never get back the same time... but i have the same old friends....and still we used to talk... "gr88 days machi".....soon will be post some rain snaps taken from the balcony......

my first scribbling....

Three months ago, I believed this wud never happen in my life….i knew chandru since my college days…we discuss a lot abt nature and we share the same platform while talking abt books & people….he is also the one who forces me to read more books….

One night we were discussing abt “how things are changing in life and are we accepting those changes or denying it by our own thoughts and experiences”…while conversing for a long time he just threw a seed on my mind abt penning down those thoughts and experiences as a blog…I yelled at him and I told him to do some ‘gud’ work….

He was repeatedly telling me to write…though i was writing personal one....i hesitated first bcoz I feel am not gud in articulating my views in this one……I thought he will forget and he never ask me for anymore….A couple of weeks later he called me for co-authoring his blog……I thought he is getting mad and making fun of me too…..i said I will try……he finally won in changing my mind to co-author his blog…..

Last Saturday, I was working in office, I got a call from chandru to name our blog….he just told me the blog shud be our expressions towards life..he went on telling me the labels on which we are going to write but not the name of the blog…..this is as similar as ”having a new born baby in hand without a name”….as a main-author he told me to choose a name which shud be attractive and also a catchy caption which suits the name…

On Sunday morning both were thinking the same……I called him and suggested a name “Impressions” with a caption “An inquiry of thoughts”….As the discussion goes he was satisfied with the name and caption but I found something missing in this bcoz we are not going to write abt thoughts but also the experiences…and we don’t want to exaggerate our scribbling by giving name as impressions....We thought of something unique and amateur..Unfortunately unique ones are finding hard to come into our mind…amateur one enters easily…

While zeroing down the names…. “Graffiti” was born with a caption “An impression of thoughts & experiences”…..according to me thoughts have no form and shape…it goes parallel with experiences we gain in life but for sure it keeps on changing from one to another either gud or bad…its upto a mind how it is accepting that…

Having Grown up in a vernacular environment I dismay u all at times in expressing my views in an acceptable way…..if I do a interesting job beyond my control all the credit goes to the people who I have acquainted with and yet to be acquainted further…they are the few making me to move ahead in my life…am just the owner of mistakes in my life….mistakes which leads to perfection…

.i put pen to paper abt the pebbles which I have collected in the shore of my life…having a silent ocean of experiences to explore in front of me….