Like a flowing river... serene and placcid

Like a flowing river the words flowed flawlessly into my soul. I am not the only one who will be feeling this at the end of a journey called, "Like a flowing river". But still, I may a few among those to write about it.

Because it has lived its life intensely
the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by
The flowers merely flower,
and they do this as well as they can
The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley
Does not need to explain itself to anyone;
It lives merely for beauty
Men, however, cannot accept that 'merely'

If tomatoes wanted to be melons,
they would look completely ridiculous
i am always amazed
that so many people concerned
with wanting to be what they are not;
what's the point of making yourself look ridiculous?

You don't always have to pretend to be strong
there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking
cry if you need to.
its good to cry out all your tears
(because only then will you be able to smile again)

Mitsuo Aida (1924 - 1991)

This is the 25th year of my life. Not a very good one if you look at it from the view of pragmatists. No work, no work and no work. Waiting to let my parents to let me start studying. I have been reading a lot, writing a lot and of course sleeping a lot.

Malashri, shreedevi, Kajol, Madhuri?

On a lazy monday afternoon I was watching the movie Stranger starring Jimmy Sergill KK and the female support system. I was competely engrossed in the movie, when I faintly heard the the tinkling sound of ringing bells. Hearing this sound, I had to to veer myself away from the movie. And just as I was concentrating towards identifying this sound, It struck me like a bolt of lightening. I realised that they were the bells tied round the neck of cows.


Such bells had the characteristic sound as against the bells tied elsewhere. The ding dong of the bells were a result of the rhythmic walking of the cows, left foot forward; ding dong, right foot forward; ding dong, though neither of the sounds were cleary distinguishable. The cows did not wait until the first pair of sounds completed their journey to the listeners ear drums.


The moment I identified the owners of this sound,I jumped off the couch and ran to the main entrance, to save our newly planted saplings.


I do not have any reason to like the cows grazing at the green grass in the playground in front of my house. Dad has reccently planted some saplings that are destined to become flowering trees in near future. And these cows love to eat away the tender leaves of the stil-infant saplings. And I detested this audacity.

"Nod pa, iva yen anara illi gida tindra, na sumna iranglilla noda!" (To the cowherd, "Listen, if these eat away the leaves of the saplings I wont stay quiet", Well, I really could not do much. All I could think of was to shout at the cowherd, as the cows could not understand anything any expletives I hurled at them.

"Illari akkara, hanga yenu madangilla iva. Gidakka yenu agangilla bidri" (Dont worry, They wont do anything like it)

"Yaaka, yenu madangilla?? Manne ee gidadda tinda hogyavu noda" (Why do u think they wotn do it? Look at this sapling. All its leaves are gone!!) I was angry now!

As I was turning towards the door, I heard him shout... "Le Malashri, Shreedevi, Kajal... barri.. Le..." And the cows came running towards him, away from my saplings..