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A beautifull quote from the Bhagvad Gita.....Simple yet gracefull....
This one goes to the G8 countries....especially USA...also China(though its not one of the G8 countries)...


"I got this today," they say; "tomorrow I shall get that. This wealth is mine and that will be mine too. I have destroyed my enemies, I shall destroy others too! Am I not like God? I enjoy what I want. I am successful. I am powerful. I am happy. I am rich and well-born. Who is equal to me? I will perform sacrifices and give gifts, and rejoice in my own generosity." This is how they go on, deluded by ignorance. Bound by their greed and entangled in a web of delusion, whirled about by a fragmented mind, they fall into a dark hell. Self-important, obstinate, swept away by pride of wealth, they ostentatiously perform sacrifices without any regard for their purpose. Egotistical, violent, arrogant, lustful, angry, envious of everyone, they abuse my presence within their own bodies and in the bodies of others.

"The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word "MOTHER" and the most beautiful call is the call of "MY MOTHER". It is a word full of love and hope, a sweet and kind word coming from the depths of the heart. Mother is everything....she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy and forgiveness. He who loses his mother, loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly"........Kahlil Gibran

These words...so true.....remind me of my biggest regret of my life......my failure as a daughter!.....so afllictive......so unexplainable........

And then, these lines penned by Eddie revolve in my head.........

Is something wrong
she said
Ofcourse there is

Your still alive
she said
Oh! do i deserve to be?

Is that the question?
and if so, if so....
who answers....who answers.........

And Then They Came For Me......

Mangalore pub attacks, irrelevant obligations on valentines day, moral policing.........
the list goes on and on. It disgusts me to see these cowards dancing like monkeys for the amusement of the politicians and the influential few from different backgrounds. In this post I am providing the link to an article written by a journalist from Sri Lanka named Lasantha Wickrematunge.
Lasantha Wickrematunge was brutally murdured on the 8th Jan 2008. He was the co-founder and editor of Sri Lankan newspaper The Sunday Leader and the latest in the series of murders of journalists in Sri Lanka. He was known for his sensational style of journalism.Also The Sunday Leader publications are known to be critical towards the government. Following his death, The Sunday Leader carried a posthumous editorial by him in which he has blamed the government, Mr.Mahinda Rajapakse(President of Sri Lanka) to be specific, for his death.Apparently, Mr.Rajapakse was Lasantha's best friend from the college days. This article was written by Lasantha Wickrematunge in the anticipation of his own death.


http://www.thesundayleader.lk/20090111/editorial-.htm


Through this post I only wish to tell people, especially the youth, that as Bob Marley said.....
Truth is a fight, Never give up the fight.

Maybe...im not a bad photographer!!!!

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jus sum pics i clicked for da 1st time in life.....literally!....so ppl pls let me know if i am a potential photographer.....:)

ambivalence cleared...the truth so pure...

Yea..im in love...

As I carry a tornado of thoughts inside of me,
He personifies the tranquility which is the purpose of a storm...
As I am a little star in the dark sky which fights for identity,
He personifies the golden sunrays which is the eventuality of a dark night...
As I carry a light inside of me which fades with time,
He personifies an aura in which I wish to be bathed...
As I carry an indignation inside of me,
He personifies the sheer purity of thoughts which lies in truth...
As I confront my past with a slouch,
He personifies the trust which signifies my future...

Yea..I am in love with a man,
Neither the sight nor the voice ,
but a mere thought of whose keeps me alive...
As I realise I am waiting for the irrevocable,
I wish to be covered in his shadow in the hope of holding him once...

Yea...I am in love with a man who personifies love itself.........

“ why don’t u start writing Rashmi?”…, “you should give it a try!”…, “start writing, it works”……she went on and on.
My sister is convinced, actually highly convinced that writing makes a hollow mind wishfully copious. She is one of those many who insisted I write to find answers or maybe discover them. Yea, its actually a discovery coz a very close friend of mine once told me that all questions within us come along with an answer. Infact I feel the answer exists, maybe even before the question advances.
But all the suggestions from my close ones failed in persuading me to write. Eventually, me the fish, was trapped into the drag-net of writing by a fisherman called “LOVE”. Yea, the same old most widely used word. When we talk of love, there are mixed reactions. Some say its overrated, some say its underrated and some find it balanced. Eventually we all land up giving it a lot of importance anywhichway! But I promise to be diverse in my writings with a hell lot of references in the form of Eddie Vedder and Jim Morrison. My varied emotions like love, hatred, pain, indignation, sorrow, happiness, anger…and their peaceful co-existence within me make me what I am and probably what I will be. As of now, writing is interesting, probably coz its my only escape from the incompleteness that I feel. But I cannot assure that it will experience continuity.


Im back to darkness
From the bright daylight
But I dnt mind being blinded
For the dark night is mine…

I feel betrayed again
On the failure of a confident expectation
But I got no complaints
For the failure is mine…

I will make more mistakes
After the correction of old ones
But I have no regrets
For the mistakes are mine…

I have forgiven all
Yet not forgotten at all
N I will continue to love
For this love is mine…