Thursday, October 20, 2011

Minds Without Fear

When I first listened to Imogen Heap I knew she is going to be one of those - my most favorite singers today; but however I could never imagine her singing Hindi lyrics some day. As a part of ’The Dewarists’, her latest track a collaboration with one of the Indian music director/ singer Vishal from Vishal-Shekhar duo is a big surprise for me. I find Imogen as an extremely talented musician who create original music with a whole lot of amazing instruments. These instruments produce sounds that are closer to the sounds in Nature, that’s what I’ve felt and she keeps on bringing fresh sound to my ears. Here is the new track Minds Without fear.

This Imogen/Vishal song “Minds Without Fear’ is inspired from one of Rabindra Nath Tagore Poems. Tagore, for me is a great saint and writer whose Gitanjali is my favorite book. It is among those books closer to my heart where each word is a reflection of a man’s wisdom. Gitanjali was given to me as a consolation prize in my school for winning  third place in a singing competition when I was in 6th std. And it is first of its kind for me (for singing) therefore the most precious prize ever. That was the first time I participated in any singing competition and winning was like heaven because I remember competing with my seniors.

My school Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya is a boarding school where you get admission only from 6th standard and have to spend 7 years till completing 12th std strictly inside the campus. That truly have been a life changing experience for me which makes me the person that I am today. Away from family, away from everything I had seen and known we lived in a world of our own like a Big Family.

About Minds Without Fear, I don’t know if any of my friends remember that Malayalam Prayer we had in our School. Our Music sir Asokan Sir taught this one when I was in 10th or 11th. What I remember is, he only tuned this Prayer with Tagore’s poem and I must say that is one of the most beautiful prayers we had in School. I’m not sure how many of my school friends remember this one because he directly taught us – music club of our School. So I had this privilege of learning it directly from him and I don’t think they had included it in our Syllabus. Anyway it is still one my favorite prayers. Now when I listen to Imogen/Vishal song, memories of that beautiful prayer is back and I feel happy about it.

So here is that poem in English.

Where The Mind is Without Fear!

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Light of My Soul

Whenever you feel like lying,like cheating,like killing yourself or others, grab a handful of light from my pocket go to utter darkness watch the devil in you and then keep the light on your table see how darkness evades and realize what I am offering you; these Moments, they are too precious than your glittery metals and stones. Love me for the beautiful life I have offered you, thank me in the Name Of God!  

The Arctic Light from TSO Photography on Vimeo.

Gud Day! :)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Life in a Zombie land

Time at the ticking of our clock between light and dark we run far and high with all of our material possessions. A body like one of those luxurious vehicles polished & packed with latest technologies; mind like a kite at the fingertips of a little boy high in the sky, we hardly have moments with a life of our own. They say change is the only constant part of our life then why don’t we change to something better for the world we know or else don’t. Why do we always have to get back to that same old real life stories of some freaking wanna be bastards and selfish sluts; and they say “this is life you better suit yourself here”.

I wonder how people can draw a fine line between sanity and insanity here when they barely know what is good and bad. Well open your eyes you have raised enough of a hell for your kids, for all of your coming generations and now you are wondering where does this all start? Is it when you dug deep right through the holes of our education system to replace morality with your professionalism, your character with money, your life with a life style and your wisdom with a high profile in the society? What are we become like?

 I do realize that I am part of a generation where the majority thinks that porn, drugs, money and sex can enlighten their spirits; that makes you a winner here, you play dirty they are here to praise you. None of these stories goes unheard here, all it takes is someone brave enough to watch you, and then it will reach them, your children, your grand children and if you are hoping them to be deaf and blind just like you, you must know there are people different from you. You can’t change the rules; you better play your little part and warn them for a worst hell than what you have prepared for them. I thought I can bleed to death in silence but when I see you in your workshop like a devil unleashed and I know your kind is here to multiply then I can’t just die...

Have a gud day !

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Gospels over the Clouds

Fell in love with these clouds all over again; what if its grey or white,
They carry the same stories of laughter and tears
But its dignity this time in shapes and textures,
And brand new Gospels from angels who are fallen!

They then pour it down with such a deafening roar;
It sounds almost like breaking a dawn in hell, 
Drenching me with all of the sins and illusions
They embrace me for I am taken!

Where should I exile with whole of my body covered-
In thick red blood; it’s clogged and dirty now
And I presume, they were a bunch of Murderers
Loved and raised to be merciless; but I am asked to be quiet-
While wearing these bruises; as a mark of their wisdom.

Clouds, these loyal watchers they glide gently, always vigilant-
Sometimes dropping a shadow over you, over me,
And then tearing her bosom light comes screeching-
Seeking the ones to be found; the messengers of Gospels.

For you are here to preach a cavalry of infidels; 
Its thousands of similar stories, of rage, of deception, of lust,
Of fear, of greed, of everything but human –
What you can’t breathe, can’t swallow, and can’t be understood at times.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Love Locks!

 I have seen beautiful photographs of these locks earlier but did not know of the place and this  bridge. These locks are unbelievably beautiful and definitely worth a few clicks!

You can check the original post here.....

Have a Nice Day!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Shadows in The Dark - 2

She was a girl who loved the dance of light on every leaf, every petal and every little drop of water. But this time, this time moving shadows fascinated her. Every nightfall brought at her doorsteps wind from farthest east and then she was ready for a walk. Sometimes she could progress reading the patterns over the sky whereas sometimes the wind helped her to reach him because they had never met in the same place. All she knew was that he did not want her to remember the places they have met, but he never missed on their regular meetings.

Those nights had been longer enough she remembers; a few steps alone then sweeping away her boredom he would appear from void. There were no conspiracies in the air even the clouds did not want to spy on them always leaving a clear sky above. What of those moments she did not know; like the fragrance of night flowers and life then was more like a realization of her dreams, all those vague dreams.

She was sure he is not someone who lived over the clouds; his face seldom revealed to her in the night; even now it is not possible for her to give a perfect portrayal of him. She could not believe that a stranger who wandered in the dark caught so much of her attention. She once famous for her notorious silence eventually escaped her perfect sphere of comfort leaving no mark of her abode….

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Shadows in The Dark

She was not even sure if it was right side of the road she was walking. She said it was a long and lonely walk in the dark in a completely new direction; perhaps she was straying in perfect chaos. What drew her to that darkest corner is still a mystery to her because her natural instinct would always stop her from acquiring that much of courage to move in the dark. Although she knew, that have been preserved in the dark is completely deprived of light, she still expected a human. But what appeared before her was an unusual being nothing like what she had ever encountered in her life.

She could hear it all; vague whispers in the air but was swiftly carried away by the wind. Theft was a regular custom out there in the dark but did not seem to be his business. There was no urgency not even a small effort to escape, she felt wholly   in place wanting to have a conversation. As he walked towards her she felt like living one of her stupid dreams; may be taming a wild boar or a wolf. What concealed behind those hazy eyes incited her to talk. She felt those eyes had much more than what the heavens have to say; much beyond her imaginations of an underworld. When he asked her, what brought her to such a dark place, she told him that she had always loved the queer silence in the dark and had seen none ever before.

She did not know if it convinced him for an extended conversation but it seemed to her that he was calm. A few steps together were enough to measure the gravity, strong enough to tread further in the dark. But even in that darkness she could see stains of blood on him what she felt like ignoring for better days of light…..

(I am lazy sometimes…. :))

Monday, March 7, 2011

My Favorite Song

This one song never fails to inspire me. My most favorite movie and song of all time, Enya’s voice is heavenly.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


I definitely know this is not one of those exciting stories you are probably looking for, but unfortunately this is one of the best stories I have. I was not deliberately searching for some inspiration, but this dawned upon me. Through the last few years this part of my life stories were mostly confined to a single person, this friend of mine who is a perfect counter part of myself. Finally this poor fellow has suggested me to leave an autobiography (funny though) for I am a good story teller; the only thing that grabbed his attention.

All that I have learned from this family is to 'give away' anything and everything at all. The kind of love I've watched over the years while growing up is immense. The love and trust between a man and a woman, my parents, have been quite overwhelming. Having worked as a good police officer he is a man of great courage, strength, hard work and honesty, above all -a man of word; the real man in my life, my Father. I shall wear all the pride of this world to point at this one Man. But I am still puzzled at the reason for my very belonging to this family.

Born in this part of the world to this family brought up among two wonderful guys, my younger brothers, I was offered every ecstasy of life. At the age of 11 when I was sent to the hostel I probably moved with a whole lot of 'him' in me. My early days with the family had taught me that any person who come across in our life  have every right to be treated good and given a chance; no matter if your little act would not get rewarded or even remembered you are here to act like a Human. Many people including relatives and friends, I had seen them all coming into our family like we are one, staying with us for some time, asking us to trust them and finally leaving us like they have never known us.

Best of the things were always given away whether it is a good dress, or some special food prepared at home or anything at all. Despite of having all of these relationships broken over years I still see them trusting people helping them to be in a better place. My trust on those people have all faded away in a long run, but Dad, did you ever realize how badly this has passed onto me? I thought it was me who was alone in the hostel rooms but now I realize you were alone too fighting this whole world, but you never complained.

Many have told me Dad that the stars are jealous of us and want me to be in pain, I trust or not my wounds are still raw. But when I look up to you I see life ahead, the other day when you told me that you trust me with whatever I am, I wanted to burst out more than what I've ever done looking at this treacherous world. I've always loved the way you support Mom, whenever we quarrel you just know how fragile and alone she is without you. No matter you had been rude to me at times I could still be joyous to see how strong you both are in long years of marriage.

I know you are missing every single dream about your little girl but Dad you were remembered at every crucial moment in my life. Thinking about the pain I could be causing you, I was withdrawn. I've always wanted to know what makes you this good on earth. Though we don’t talk much I feel so safe and proud walking next to you; it’s the best feeling in the world Dad. Whenever I sing I remember it’s just because you have been a wonderful singer and when I dance I set myself out to see every happiness you have  ever offered me in this life. I wonder, what I have here without you Dad? Nothing at all.  You are the only truth in my life, who inspires me to trust people knowing that they are never going to return me anything.

When my both hands come together in prayer, this whole universe concise within it starting from you traveling across the world passing all my loved ones it ends in you; you are the best thing ever occurred to me Dad. I just want to remember all the fathers in this whole world who sees an angel in their daughters,   whose prayers keep them strong enough to fight this world. Every good thing about me is yours Dad; and every mistake was mine. Love you so much Dad and i think i want to be born here again as your daughter…

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Scribble Me a L+I+F+E

 When life is more than just a routine how often a person can get bored here? Is this a faulty situation in a normal person’s life or does this make an unusual individual on earth? I wonder, how such a question does ever pop up in my mind leaving me with no other choice than to be curious about what they call experience of yet another situation!

It seems to me that there can’t be a general or universal reception, when man himself is so timid and chaotic. So who does care to keep a count of real-life experiences here? I should say none. Life out here is every single moment that is always vigil, concealed with a greater enigma. But sadly none are dared to encounter it. I wonder if at all there is a Natural Theory which implies that 'strength of a person can't be allured away with a series of misfortunes'.  Well… life here is equipped with no such time period uniformly served for each and every human being to shake off the follies of life. Rather it’s a daily occurrence of obtaining a vision of true self, towards a real Human Being. That is where exactly pure bliss is endured safe & secure.

Generations have born and passed enough just creating a mass of ‘smart’ &‘shrewd’ people here. Is this supposed to be the whole idea of evolution ever happened, for us to take pride on being humans on this planet?  A human, who with every gesture, every deed and every bit of his physical frame wears a crown called 'ego' to stride in his own kingdom. What happened with the most powerful resource ever gifted to the mankind, his conscience? May be we have fallen into a system that has trained us to forget the intimacy between our body, mind and soul. I do realize in the first place that most of us are clueless of the perfect way these things are invariably bonded here.

Though there is a considerable variation among different people in this world we are surely equipped with the same kind of curse, sanity and wisdom, deep down inside in us. A wisdom that distinctively aids us to see much beyond a few pounds of flesh and bone.  This is the kind of ecstasy we humans are here to yearn for, to live for. So give 'us' a chance to be humbled at the mighty marvels of nature, let us rejoice in the tranquility of this 'oneness'. This ‘oneness’ called life and then scribble me… scribble me a life here.

Monday, January 31, 2011


മണ്ണില്‍ ആഴ്ത്തിയുറപ്പിച്ച വേരുകള്‍...
ഭുമിയുടെ ഗന്ധമത്രയും വാരി പൂശിയത് ഇവരാണ്
അവളുടെ എണ്ണമറ്റ കഥകള്‍ക്ക് കാതോര്‍ത്ത് ഇവരെന്നും
അവളോ, ജീവവയുവും ജലവും ആഹാരവും പകര്‍ന്നു ഇവരെ
 തന്‍റെ മാറോട് ചേര്‍ത്തിരിക്കുന്നു
അവളുടെ കഥകളില്‍ നിറഞ്ഞു നിന്ന ആകാശമത്രയും അവര്‍ക്ക്
 ശുന്യതയില്‍ വര്‍ണങ്ങള്‍ നിറച്ച്‌;  ഒരു മാന്ത്രിക വടി വീശി-
സ്വര്‍ണഗോളങ്ങള്‍  വാരി വിതറുന്ന ആകാശത്തെ അവര്‍ ആരാധിച്ചു...

ഭുമിയിലെക്കിറങ്ങിയ വേരുകള്‍ അവരെത്ര ദുര്‍ഭലരായിരുന്നു
മണ്ണിനോട് ചേര്‍ന്നവരുടെ ജീവന്‍റെ നാമ്പുകള്‍-
ഈ പ്രപഞ്ചത്തിന്‍റെ വിസ്മയക്കാഴ്ച്ചകളിലെക്ക് ഒരുങ്ങി..
ദുരങ്ങളെത്ര വര്‍ഷങ്ങളെത്ര ഉയരങ്ങളെത്രയെന്നു അവരറിഞ്ഞില്ല
വിശ്വചേതനയുടെ തുടിപ്പുകള്‍ അളന്ന്; ഭുമിയുടെ ആഴങ്ങളിലേക്ക് പടര്‍ന്ന്‌-
വിഹായസ്സിനു നേര്‍ക്ക്‌ ഉയരാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയ അവര്‍ അറിഞ്ഞു
മദ്ധ്യേ വിഹരിക്കുന്ന വൈരുദ്ധ്യങ്ങളുടെ ഒരു ലോകം.
നൈമിഷികമായ വികാരങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് അടിമപ്പെട്ട്  ഭീരുത്വം ധരിച്ച
ഒരു ജീവലോകം...
സമയത്തെ അടുക്കി കൂട്ടി, ഒരു വൃത്തത്തിനുള്ളില്‍ നെടുകെയും-
കുറുകെയും നിരന്തരം ചലിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്ന ആ ലോകം
അവരെ അമ്പരപ്പിച്ചു.
വേഗമേറിയ ശബ്ദതരംഗങ്ങളുടെ ഒരു നിര്‍ഗ്ഗളപ്രവാഹം
അവിടെയെങ്ങും പ്രകടമാണ്...
ഒരു പക്ഷെ പ്രകാശത്തിനു മുന്‍പേ സഞ്ചരിച്ച്‌ അവ -
ഈ ലോകത്തെ അന്ധമാക്കിയിരിക്കുന്നു!

ഭുമിയുടെ നിശബ്ധപ്രണയതിന്റെ വാഹകര്‍ ഇവരത്രേ, വൃക്ഷങ്ങള്‍
അവളുടെ ആത്മാവിലേക്ക്  വേരോടിച്ച് ; ഉണ്മയുടെ സൗന്ദര്യത്തില്‍ ആറാടി-
ഈ പ്രകൃതിയെ ഒരുക്കിയ അധ്ഭുതപ്രതിഭാസങ്ങളാണ് 
ഈ വൃക്ഷങ്ങള്‍...
ഇലകളിലും, പൂക്കളിലും, കായ്കളിലും ചേതോഹരങ്ങളായ -
വര്‍ണക്കൂട്ടുകള്‍ ചാലിച്ച്;
നീലവിഹയസ്സിലെക്ക് കണ്ണോടിച്ച്, അവര്‍ ഈ ഭുമിയെ മനോഹരിയായി-
ഒരുക്കി നിര്‍ത്തുന്നു...
ഒരു ചെറുകാറ്റിന്‍റെ  ഓളങ്ങളില്‍ പോലും അവരുടെ സാനിദ്ധ്യം-
നിരന്തരം ഈ ലോകത്തെ അവര്‍ അറിയിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു
പൂക്കളുടെ വര്‍ണങ്ങളത്രയും കടമെടുത്ത്-
തങ്ങളുടെ ചിറകുകളില്‍ വരച്ചു ചേര്‍ത്ത മാലാഖമാര്‍;
ഈ ചിത്രശലഭങ്ങള്‍...
ഇവരോട് ചേര്‍ന്ന് ജീവവയുവില്‍ പകര്‍ന്നിരിക്കുന്നു ഈ വിശ്വപ്രണയത്തെ..
പക്ഷികളോ, അവ മേഘങ്ങളിലേക്ക്‌  ദൂതും പേറി പറന്നുയരുന്നു
ഒടുവില്‍ കാതങ്ങള്‍ക്കപ്പുറം ഒരു മേഘഗര്‍ജനം മുഴങ്ങിക്കെള്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍
ഭുമിയുടെ ഉള്തുടി അവയ്ക്കൊപ്പം ചെര്‍ന്നുണരുകയായി
ഇവിടെ ജനിക്കുന്നു... വേരുകളുടെ ഒരു തുടര്‍ക്കഥ....


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