On love and Hate

Looking at the pages of my life…as one of the song of Bon Jovi says, thank you for loving me, I was also doing the same one day. I was also turning the pages of my past and looking at the ones who loved. Just wanted to thank everyone for loving me so much.I always gave away the love of so many friends and was sparsely in touch with them. All this time I have been running after people who either went away without a word or never expected and accepted me in this image of a person who could love them throughout the life,or could bring his heart out to keep them happy.I do it for each and every person I know and I do it because I cannot hate.God has sent me in this world to spread love,humanity and humility. Thats what I feel my mission in my life too is.As I always say, my selfish motive in this life is to see each and every person in this world happy.The innocent smile of a 5 year old, makes my day,and the sight of happy people makes me feel nice towards life. Sometimes I feel life has been unjust to me in many ways by not giving so many things I always wanted to.However, at the same time I do feel it has given me so many things to be happy for.A lovely family,a nice group of friends and such a nice life to be happy about.Although some people have given me valid enough reasons to hate them, I still do not hate them.Hate is like a snowball,it gets bigger and bigger with everyturn.Every passing moment, every action and every small spec pf hate will lead to a big mountain of hate which in turn will gradually make the human inside you to commit suicide.Forgetting and moving on seems very tough to people but thats the way of life for me.I dont want to make the human inside me kill himself with his own hands.I want him to spread smiles,happiness,hope and a message of love.Now on love I would say, it is like a chain reaction.You can pass it to as many people as possible and they will inturn spread it as a message.
I believe the actions of people depends partially on their attitude(which constitutes their upbringing,past and the mindset) and mostly on the kind of situation they are in now.

This I am saying because I believe that life is a continuous process of metamorphosis.The events throughout our lives, shape who we are and thats how I come back again to my post on destiny.

Thats what destiny does to us !!!

The Taste of Freedom

Nowadays I am asking this question to everyone.Why? Well I am just free from the cruches of an Indian IT Services company and now I am a free bird.This means we are free to leave this job anytime we want without the fear of company chasing us down to extract a huge chunk of money from our a**es.

15 th August is a day when the world’s map changed in a major way.A nation of underdogs was born on that day.Well on the same day in the year 2005 we declared and signed our way to slavery of an Indian IT company.What began then was an endless roller coaster of corporate world.A journey through immense storms and tsunamis,and I have been standing solid like a rock trying to adjust myself.I failed actually, to make a place here,and hence I am trying to create a space of my own.

Well, coming back to the topic, we celebrated our liberation with the whole country and we decided to do it by going on a trip. We organized a trip to Nagarjuna Sagar Dam and the nearby waterfalls.

After all the delays despite our “Flawless” planning we started at 7:30 in the morning from Hyderabad.The drive was a full countryside view of Andhra Pradesh, which I had not been to till now. Surprisingly, in the place we stopped for breakfast,was a small town, almost a village,only it had some shops because of a regular highway,the people knew Hindi.The drive was smooth as I was looking at the scenery outside and flipping through the pages of a Ruskin Bond classic.

We had a nice time pulling each other’s leg on the way to the place.We halted at the west of the dam and looking at people playing there we also descended to play and click photographs.

We then proceeded to the main dam.When we reached there, the gates of the dam opened the water came out gushing at a monstrous speed raving and creating a huge white froth in the atmosphere immediate to the dam gates.What a breathtaking beauty it was.We stood there in amazement as we saw 8 gates open to the full capacity and water getting fiercer than ever.

We were cursing the weather as it was hot as compared to the previous days and continued in our journey further. Then we took a boat ride to Konda, a river Island of archaeological importance.A number of remains and relics were found there.

That journey took a toll on us as sun was hammering our heads with heat and the boat took it too long to reach the island.Also we were standing as there were a huge number of people interested in looking at the island(rather eat chicken biryani and drink whisky on the boat) which unfortunately offered nothing much special.Then last but not the least we went to the last spot of the day, the illuminated water falls, a beautiful place to be.The place was very nice and each one of us were wishing we had come here earlier rather than going on the boat ride.

In the return the dark had taken over the skies and when we passed in front of the dam for the last time, we saw a scene which we will never forget for whole of our lives.The froth generated from the water falling from the dam made a cloud of suspended water in the air and it looked as if it still, as if someone has  paused this cloud and it is lying suspended in the air.

It was silent journey back home but in the end we had great memories to cherish on our “Independece Day”.

The Beach

We sat there,watching the sun geting extiguished in the endless sea.The families were enjoying the careless moments of their lives.Nobody thought about the future to come.There was an odd sound here and there.However,silence was majorly broken by the mean sea. It was roaring to tell my feelings. I was like a lake on my face but was like a rough sea inside.

Rough it was and it was crying out loud and said all that I was supposed to say.But she turned a deaf ear to the voices, both of the sea and my eyes, who spoke most of my heart without a word. Her eyes were firm and my feelings rebounded from there.

As the sky turned black and moon came up,I saw something amazing.The god used his brush to paint one of the most beautiful and breathtaking scenes in my life.The moonlight shone on the dark waters of the rough sea, as if the god had made that scenery in his most spare time with utmost care.

Thiruvanmiyur beach it was, one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited. I was attracted by its serenity. It was the most peaceful place in the stressfilled city.Just go there and toss your worries in the vast ocean.

Hat’s off to you god for creating such a beautiful place.