Madhumitha's Blog

I wish the hands of the clock would move faster. Time freezes when we wait for some thing we have longed for. That period is the most cruel in life. The uncertainty will kill you. Life gave me some nourishment but never a royal full course meal.I am already 26 too old to be in this career. I have to keep ensuring that I look pretty, I am in shape and my time is to come. I have to keep hoping that the wrinkles near my hair line are not caught in the camera lens. All that starving and hours of tedious work outs. All in faith that one day i could be the leading lady in the big screen. I am different or so i believe. I have had small breaks but must make it big before i become history. Ma told that i m over ambitious and that girls from small towns don't make it big. She told girls who walk the ramp will not get married.But my heart lies elsewhere I have a dream. I have put more than my heart and soul. I didn't believe that such happy smiling women had sad tales behind their succ

All that does not make sense, Not any more now that I know, All that hours of prattle, In the most insane parties, Pretending like I care for all, Showing love to people, Who least deserve it. Why this mask? Why so much strain? I kept asking myself. The answer was evident, But too rigid to pack, Within this small pate of mine, Brain knew what the heart dreaded. We are all scared of being alone. If there is no one for me to love The world ceases to exists. Even worse if a love is lost, For the love transforms, Into this one kind of an fetish phantom. The kind which acts as a horrid gate keeper. I came to know love more divine, This love so pure so unerring, More ambrosia l than the love of God. Mother may love thee, But it is divided and ephemeral , Then what adulation is pristine? The love for self. For years we have been taught to love others, We have even imbibed the love for entit y, But we have forgotten the immutable. As long as my soul is alive

Paulo Coelho strike magic yet again. I m not an ardent fan of Paulo Coelho. However he has fascinated me a lot. I have read his other works namely "The Alchemist" and "The Fifth Mountain"."The Witch of Portobello" is a fiction work by Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho. It is about a woman born in Transylvania  to a Romani mother(a gypsy), who is orphaned and later adopted by a wealthy Lebanese couple. The whole story does not move with the words of the writer himself but what people associated with Athena the lead protagonist thought about her. The whole story is a collection,clearly and chronologically placed of  views and tales by others about  Athena. Athena's real name is Sherine Khalil. She chose the name Athena by herself. This book not only deals with her life. She had everything in her life yet she wanted more. From her childhood she had a spiritual incline. Due to internal conflicts her family fled to London.There too they flourished. She go

I am a person who is not really sure of what I really love.I know what I want but not what I want. Often what we love and want are the same. But at times it's not that easy. We all want a luxurious life. We run behind money or fame or love. All this is external lust which is more greed and less love. There is no end to such wants.I would never call it love and degrade the word as such. Don't think I m heartless and lack love and have only wants. Like all I love my family and friends. Beyond that I had a love for music. But the honey moon ended. I don't feel that passion or drive it used to feed into me before. Every time I moved my fingers over the veena I felt like God himself guided my petty fingers. I m not very spiritual too but music made my soul calm down.Suddenly voices in me are too loud for the veena to handle. As humans we think as long as we breath even in our dreams we think. I m a loud thinker. When I am happy my mind is peaceful. Else it's like a hi

With her eyes on the road, Heart racing faster than ever, Hands holding her bag ever so tightly, And her heart to a delusive verity. A wheel of thoughts in her head, Even in all that perplexity, She looked like an angel, What put her to dismay? Beauty is brawn free someone said, Sad she was to uphold the adage, All is fair in love and war! But love was not fare to her? She stood there waiting perpetually, Her heart hoped he would keep his avowal, But her brain mattered to differ, Heart still hoping and brain still cursing. Ill love you forever he said, Ill be there for you he vowed, Come away with me he begged, But all to be testified that moment. Neither did he come, Nor tell a reason or rhyme, She stood there staring, Staring at the space he did not fill!  

Religious discourses have fascinated me. Since my know-how in Hindu mythology is very limited I have never understood the discourse fully. I was arranging my CD collection today that is where I found a discourse of Jakki Vasudev on DVD. The whole content lasted for about one hour. The first half an hour pulled my entire attention. He spoke about happiness and our search to it. The moment we are born as a human being a problem arises. Suppose we were animals then food and reproduction would have been the only two ultimate goals. It is very less complicated when compared to the goals of an average human. Then again if a man is under starvation and in terribly impoverished then food will be the only need. But when the basic needs of a man are fulfilled then arises the problem. No one has ever defined happiness. It is a very relative term. God gave us the 5 sense as a gift but it has become a curse. We can feel a small ant moving on our skin but we cannot feel the liters of blood mov

Despite of several warning from my near and dear about the nature of the film i did go and see it. I did not have great expectations about the movie. But it was a decent movie. It is for those with a light heart and enjoy watching zero logic movies. By zero logic i do not mean the movies in which the protagonist hits a battalion of people which contains people who arr 10 times as strong as him. I mean the jokes and their placement. The whole movie was a spoof of the past Tamil movies. Everyone from Rajinikanth to the new leaves life Nakul were targeted. The first half was a laughing riot.My favorite was the tetra pack kalli pal. I was happy that i came for the movie in the first half but smile started to fade soon in the second half. It actually became a little irritating. It was a good movie but could have been much better. It is strictly for people who can laugh and slap stick comedy and don't have high expectations from the movie. It is surely worth a watch.I am ve

God is very impartial to his children. He gave us all a perfectly fit body. It is up to us to pamper it. We take strain to pamper it. If our house is regularly painted, cleaned, dusted and so on then why not skin. We have only one skin so let us indulge. Some might argue stating that looks does matter. But skin care extends beyond that. A person with good health will evidently have glowing skin. It is never too late to start taking measures. Most of us know what to do but are just too lazy to do it. If clear skin can give you a better look and that extra edge then why not invest time for it? I have tried to put up an almost comprehensive skin care list try following most if not all that suit you. I too am a lethargic person but I do not let my laziness get the better of me when it comes to my skin. So give it a shot! *Eat good portions of diverse vegetables. *Supplement oily food with fruits or some thing healthy. *Drink lots of water. *Eat nuts like almonds and walnuts whi

Today morning was like another holiday beginning. I was just flipping the news paper when obscure news caught my attention. Police in Chandigarh had arrested an "Affluent beggar." That beggar was found to be having a mobile phone, television, DVD player and other electronic items were confiscated. He has taken a guesthouse for which he was paying a rental of rs6000 a moth and was there for a period of 2 months. On enquiry he stated that it was the cash proceeding from those who took pity on him and gave as alms. Not plausible right. Hence he was arrested. There are two was to look at this. My mother's point of view was that why can he not spend the money so after-all it is his and it was peoples free will to give. It was a nice soft view. It was like human right to living and his prerogative to spend his. My view differed. I felt that arresting him was right how he can be fed and live happily without equivalent work. Worse what if his money was ill earned. This s

Quit weeping and wailing, Make the melancholy stop, Listen up to my words! Life is a runnel, The fittest move on, Some silt might be left behind. Even if the water wants it to stay, The silt will part, There is no glue that binds. The water too shall go away, It too might disappear, But as long as it drifts, It is gleeful and spreads joy. When water is do why not you? Smile when in trouble, Time and people once gone, Become silt, They enrich the earth, And mirth the gleaner. But when you are the flowing river, Symbolize fortitude and vivant, For life is benevolence, And to live it is an art.

That fine day, The way you made me feel, Will linger in my mind, For posterity. Those sharp rises, All in glory, And those sudden falls, With all that grace. The way every note landed, The way you reared them home, Made me feel that may be, You were the Shepard and raga the lamb. Neither to feeble to push aside, Nor too loud to subdue. With flawless tone, You won my heart. Every time you said Kanna, I could feel His presence, Heard that song millions of time before, But first time I felt the essence. Some say music makes us forget, They are liars I say, For I may forget my name, But not the song you sang! Every time you said 'Kannanai Kandayo' I wanted to nod, Not that I have seen Him before, Not until you manifested him in the song. Utter happiness is what I felt, If that is divinity, Then God I have seen, Not with my eyes but through your song.

"We love our bread, We love our butter, But most of all, We love each other."  Did those lines ring a bell or stir a thought? If those didn’t try the next one: I love you, You love me, We’re a happy family, with a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you, Won’t you say you love, me TOO! Did this one clear the mind block? If you’re still clueless then you might have not been one of those kids who enjoyed seeing those cute cartoons like Madeline (former poem) or Barney and friends (The latter poem). Recently I took time to sit and see these shows. I felt rather silly but it was very engaging and fun. It was a trip down the memory lane. Our generation has had the best of the entertainment. Let it be' Little red riding hood' or 'Snow white' we saw it through cartoons and cherished all of it. My favorite was 'Scooby Doo'. I never used to miss a show. That title sequence is something that ill never forget. Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? W

The closer I get, The farther you tread. Don't stray too far, I fear you will bear the thread. Meant to be so close, To have symbolized harmony. But God went deaf to my words, His benevolence must prevent antagony. I try so hard to make it work, I try to be the apple of you eye. The harder I try the more in wane, Word we has long gone by. I looked up to you, You are still up there. Then what went askew, What made our relationship thread bear?

Don’t tell me what to do, Don’t hold me too tight, For I can do it, I can fight. Don’t teach me to talk, Don’t shout out when I go awry, For I can do it, I can fight. Don't laugh at my stammer, Don't mock my dance, For I can do it, I can fight. Don't stand up against my foe, Don't take me for a ride, For I can do it, I can fight. Don't buy me candy, Don't take me out, For I can do it, I can fight. Don't point every folly, Don't make my plans, For I can do it, I can fight. Don't even come near, Don't think we'll become dear, For it won't happen, Just get out of my sight.

Dress codes are omnipresent in today's life. It has been imposed into us by our workplace or educational intuitions or places of worship alike. Modest dressing is highly necessary. But are we not crossing the border and breaching into others personal life by telling them what to wear. Some many say lack of such checks will ruin culture. Culture is a safe word like God. So what is culture? Culture might mean several things but for now it means only one thing make sure everyone is depressed in all sense and block individuality. We want creative, happy and energetic individuals as only they add to the good of the society. People are old enough to know how to behave and what to wear. If they dont then they will be the ones who will face the consequences. We do not need narrow minded people to steal our identity. We need wise people to enrich our consciences. We need someone to teach us to tell right from wrong. With this value we must be the one to decide what to wear. For an India

Yesterday taught me two important things. The first thing is wear jean to places you can because they contain pockets. Ill discuss about the second later. I am generally a very careful person not to the point that I make check lists and double check or so but to a point that I keep a metal track of things which are important(the trivial things are mostly forgotten both a boon and a curse). Sadly I lost my bike’s key yesterday. This has never happened to me. I have been regularly using the two wheeler as my mode of transport. The area where I parked was laid with sand hence there was no hope of finding the lost key. I had bid goodbye to my friends and put my hands into my bag to hunt for the key but no success. If I had dug into a mineral rich ground so much I could have touched the minerals with my bear hands. I   was searching over and over again but no luck. I was very disappointed. So I thought that I must go check it in class. When I went th

     Life has become bizarre with the advent of new technology and how it interacts with us. Reality shows which originated in the west are the rage in India now. There are many annoying shows in that list like emotional hatyachar(utv bindass) or Manada Mayil aada(Kalainar tv) or Raki ki swayamvar(NDTV Imagine) splits villa (Mtv) it is endless. However one show with is very close to my heart is Airtel super singer junior. I have followed this show from when I had first commenced.      This show is any like any other singing contest where the contestants are either selected or rejected. Rather it learning process they grow as singers and bloom as people. Music can bring in sea of change in you and if the best in it can train amateurs for free and you also get fame it is God sent isn't it? Balamurali Krishna, Sudaragunathan, Nithyashree, Aruna Sriram so on and so forth. The every joy of singing in front of such titans is worth more than the value of the final award. The finalists ge

The fact that "The Hindu" has a supplement called 'metro plus' is well known. It has a column called gender plus which appears every Tuesday. This week prominent women in NGO and other self help groups had voiced their view on this topic. This particular topic had erupted as a squabble between me and my friend Mithuna. She said that it is immoral and must stay criminalized. But I differed in my point of view. I think that it must be legalized. That way we can adopt new policies to save the unwilling and protect the willing in that trade. Some witty might argue that no one enters the trade on choice. It is highly valid and true. But there are some who don't mind continuing. Those who want to quit must be give vocational training hence equipping them to self sustain them self and lead a peaceful life. The only thing that the government does for now is provide condoms and shelter for a few in the trade. This again does no save the women it this trade for their pl

Tara a pretty girl with walnut coloured hair and light brown eyes. Her skin had this beautiful bronze tint that all of us long for. Her hair had these beautiful mild curls they were waves actually. There persisted a gleam in her eye which was a gift from her grandmother. Her mother and father had their own leather firm. It was big money and less family time. Tara got all she needed and more materially but not on an emotional scale her needs were never met. Hanna was her nanny. Hanna was Tara 's world. She saw the world through her eyes. Every word uttered by Hanna was stored in Tara 's mind. They both had a bond not explained by words. Hanna was too old to be Tara 's mother and too close to be a care taker. They both loved each other. Tara Tara in her house. She was a widow and childless. Not that she felt so because Tara filled the void. spoke certain Hindi words her mother didn't even know existed. All credits to Hanna. She was proficient in Hindi. Kabir was

Kids now a days are very smart and witty. They must know how everything works. From a simple rubber band to the computer they must know it all. "What is this ?" and "What is that?" both these questions keep going on and on with out any end. One such question was asked by my niece to my aunt. "Paati kalyanam na enna?"(Grandmother what does wedding mean?).Too big a question for a 3 year old Yazhini. She was all dolled up and brought to a function where all were conversing about a forth coming wedding hence came up the questions. If tiny tots ask how children are born we can stick with the stork story. But what about the meaning for wedding? Well my aunt was wise enough to edit it and weave it into a fairy tale like story. This is all right. Another smart kind is Laya. Both pretty and smart. She is so full of questions eachl of them totally meaningful and coherennt with the previous. I was amazed and enquired further. Then her mother told me that she is

Generally till date every post on my blog was construed in my mind and written according to what I have seen felt and believe. However this post is special. This is the brain child of my friend SHIVA. Thanks for the post and keep writing(Soon in your own blog shed out laziness). Here it is: Life :complex or simple? This is a highly cliched question But never have we arrived at a non ambiguous and ubiquitous answer.  What does the term complex refer to in this pretext? It has got a two intriguing, retrograde yet co-existing parameters. They can be termed as real part and imaginary part. What does life have to do with complexity? It too has two genera real and imaginary part. Then again what actually does real mean? Well, let’s put it this way " what life has for us ”. The fact and actual gravity of life fall into this category. Under imaginary we can group" what we want life to be ". This is a state of apathy for the practical mind and total acclivity towar

Rigid disciple is the thumb rule, They march with measured steps, There is no time to fool, They tread carefully even through insteps. Save for the future is their motto, Team work is their modus operandi, Their effort deserves a bravo, Their nature as pacific as a birdie. But don't let that fool you, They are belligerent when at need, If the sting then pain's on the menu, All is well if you don't heed. Lifting things 10 times more them self, Nature's superman is none but him, What is in it for thyself? Learn how to work without boredom. We call them ant, Quiet insignificant name, For critters who can do what we cant, Hence the pride they must acclaim!

Today was Bhogi. It is observed one day before pongal. It is to dispose old things and rejuvenate yourself. This was brought in to ensure that people do clean their house atleast once in a year. The festival is celebrated in honor of lord Indra(deity for rain and cloud) . The whole house will look like it was just washed and pressed. All so clean and pristine. Irrespective of the class people do their best to make their house the best. All this is well and good but there is a deeper sense to the festival other than hygiene. According to the sastras house also refers to the body. In that case Bhogi is a festival to cleanse your body and soul as well. As you throw out the old also throw out the bad feelings of remorse hatred and any negative nature in you. It symbolises some kind of spiritual clensing. The body is a house so clean it up. Not only in literal sense but also in metaphorical sense. Quit smoking and drinking(at least reduce). Go do some exercise. All this is to spr

We all have dreams. We had it ever since we were young. Some frightening some nice. A child might have dreams of bunnies and chocolate. Dreams are a mirror of what or mind feels, fears, desires and loves. As we mature and age so do our dreams. Bunnies are not cute anymore are they. I recently read in a book which said that all dreams are some kind of a mental forecast. The mind sees and apprehends more than what the eye can see. It is believe that all mammals actually dream. All mammals have similar sleep cycle(REM and deep sleep). Since time immemorial man has tried to interpret what dreams have to tell. Following are explanations for a common few: ACCIDENTS: * Some kind of a warning. * Reflection of anxiety. AIRPLANES: * Anxious feeling toward impending journey. * Represents achievement. BABIES: * If you want one then ifs a reflection of desire. * If you don't want it then it is an outcome of fear. BEING CHASED: * Hints plausible competition. * Inner insecurities. BIRDS: * C

Raju a nice handsome man ,thought there are many traits in him to mention first thing that hits your mind is that he is a mega fan of the Tamil super star Rajinikanth. He was doing final year B.com in a college which you can never locate on a map because it was too conspicuous to be on maps. But he never did mind anyway no one else would have admitted him into their institution anyway. There is another thing which he loved so dearly: it was his friends Santhosh and Deepak. Together they made an awesome trio. Virtually the hero's of the college or so they claimed. They did every thing possible to get into everyone's bad books. They and accomplished the impossible on that day they had managed to get tickets to Thalaivar's movie on first day but God forbid not the first show. Sadly their exams came in the way for the first show. Not that they would care its just that due to Deepak's folly they ended up with night show tickets. Too late for Raju. But he was too ex

One huge mistake I made today was seeing Vettaikaran starring none other than Dr.Vijay as the leading protagonist. It was pure mental torture. It was one mistake that I must learn from. The last Dr.Vijay's(Pun and humiliation intended) movie which I saw was Adhi. Must have stopped with it there. The movie on a whole was stereotypical. As usual here too the hero comes from a hamlet and was a simpleton. Due to circumstances he get pivoted against the villain's son who is a bastard. He has great ambitions to become a police but sets it aside to fight the villain. The whole bunch of goons are actually hilarious. He overcomes the whole gang functioning all alone except for a buch of hopeless friends. There is another hilarious character is Devaraj again a stereotype. A great and upright police officer who losses his family and carrier due to the wrong doers. I was dumbstruck at how dry the creative industry has become. The funniest part was played by Vijay himself

A friend of mine had attended an interview. The HR person asked him what his passion was. He said that he was a philatelomaniac (a stamp collector). It sounds so fancy and nice but this is not a happy ending story. It so happened that the interviewer was a stamp collector too. What an twist in the tale for my friend. Sadly his collection of stamps was not as extensive as the inquirer. He was flabbergasted when he was questioned on his so called passion. Hes was interrogated about stamps of countries he never knew existed. He was tongue tied. He was rejected. The argument was placed that he who is not complete in his passion; what else would he be complete in? The question was fair in a second persons point of view. But i truly feel sorry for my buddy. It would have all gone smooth if not for the mishap that the interrogator himself shared a common passion. Sad ending I must tell. But this has shed light on another issue. Most of us claim to love something but are quiet clueless ab

I had recently gone to God's own country. We traveled widely in the time we had. A thing any person who goes to Kerala during Christmas cannot fail to notice are the beautifully decorated houses. Irrespective of the religion people pitch in to make their street look dazzling. All houses are strewed with pretty stars and glistening serial lights which run through the surface area of the house. one thing struck me like the first drops of a sunned but welcome shower. There was a colossal building in majestic white. It was a residence or so I believe. It was decorated with some kind of bizarre laser. Trust me it was a sheer pleasure to the eyes. At first I was behaving like a child who saw a big bag of candy. However it took my uncle's perspective to clear my mind. He was telling how poor the distribution of power in Kerala was especially to the remote sites. If this is not enough nearly 2 kms of the road was bordered by tube lights. It was due to a political party. It is unders

I have often pondered about my conversion for atheist to a fairly strong theist. I remember that not so long ago my thoughts on God had proclivity towards atheism. But there has slowly but surely a change. From a person who used to say "There is no God!" to a person who says "God is ubiquitous!" is quiet surprising when I think about it. I don't believe in idols in spite of being a Hindu. I believe in pantheism. It makes a lot of sense and brings order to all chaos in life. One might think why I am writing about my faith and point of view. It was just to project my stand before we seeing the bone of contention. Recently, my results for the previous semester had come. I had got 87.4%. It was not the best but good considering the frugal effort which went into it. A miracle in human terms if I were to be honest. When I informed my mark to my cousin I was graciously congratulated. I thanked him and attributed it to God. The response I got was that "G

I had recently gone to Isha foundation in Coimbatore. It was founded by Sadhuguru Jakki Vasudev. I have read few of his works and seen many of his orations;indeed I was captivated. He was no God man promising people sure place in heaven. Instead he was like a tree for people who tended to be climbers instead of trees them-self. In course of time he taught the climbers to morph into trees. Since I had an adulation for the person and his methods I have long wanted to go see the foundation.It was on 29-12-2009 that I actually got the opportunity to go.The road to Velliangiri hills from Coimbatore was picturesque.We went to a temple devoted to Lord Shiva before we went to Isha.The temple had very lucid and intricate sculptures. It was built by the king Karikala Cholan. It was a sight for sore eyes(I had just been to temples in Kerala which were not this spectacular). When we parked our car and got out we heard strange noises of people shouting. If I heard it else where I would have ca