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This article is from Kevin.J.Anderson's blog and i share this with you not just because i found his thoughts interesting but how his thoughts reflect the state of today's society and its people who keep cribbing about having no time to do this and that and yet they have audacity to pass judgement and criticize others who do it or at least attempt to do what they want to do.
Let me share with you about something which hurts me constantly and yet people keep doing it again and again and that is pose questions to me about me and my career and also share their valuable thoughts and insights on how i should live my life.

1- Enna sir,ungala tv le paaka mudiyale.en sir,yaarum koopadrathilliya.

2-sir,entha vela vanthalum eduthukkanum.no solla koodathu

3-hero mathiri irukeenaga.neenga nadiklalame,kanda kurangellam varuthu enga uyir vaanga.

4-saar,vayasu aaaga aaga konjam exercise kammi panikkanum.ille futurela problem varum. ( this from obese characters who have probably used their feet to run behind ice cream vandi,pretty girls and probably run to save their hides when being attacked by their wives or family members)

5.enna saar,vara vara vayusu kammi aana mathiri irukku.Saar solrenunnu thappa ninaikatheenga,oru vayasukku appuram namma agekku thanguntha mathiri behave pannanum.


So to avoid beating such people to death or sharing with them what i think of them in local baashai i moved my running time from 5.30 am to 5.00 am and hit the gym by 6.00 am.


Anyways here is the article.

Olympics and Writing

IF ONLY I HAD THE TIME...

During the Olympics, the world watches great athletes from all nations perform seemingly impossible feats with breathtaking skill. When those well-toned men and women receive their medals, we admire them for their almost superhuman abilities. As we sit on the couch munching potato chips, most of us don't kid ourselves that we could be just as talented, just as fast, just as strong . . . if only we had the time.

For some reason, though, many believe exactly that about writing books. I've had many people tell me, "Oh, writing is easy. Anybody can do it if they just sit down and put their minds to it." Here's how the conversation goes:

Somebody at a book-signing: "I've always wanted to be a writer. I could write a novel."

Me: "Oh? Why haven't you?"

Person: "I just don't have the time."

Me: "Hmm. Nobody gives me the time, either. I have to make the time, set priorities, discipline myself to get my writing done each day, no matter how tired I am. I worked a full-time regular job while I wrote my first novels, scraping out an hour here or there in evenings and weekends. That's how I've become a successful author."

Person: "Yeah, right. I think you're just lucky."

Most Olympic athletes start their training as kids, practicing, competing, clawing their way up year after year. They get up before dawn just to grab enough hours of training during the day. They strive to improve their performance, stretch their abilities, beat their personal bests, and then beat them again. They practice until they're ready to drop, and then they keep at it. Yet they find a way to do it, as well as maintain family lives, relationships, and countless other personal obligations. Many are injured along the way, and the vast majority of those who try out don't end up making the Olympic team at all. They may win semifinals and regional competitions, but only the best of the best become part of the team"and only the very best of those will win a medal.

I've received dozens of letters posing the same question: "I want to write a bestselling novel, but it seems to take so long, and it's an awful lot of work. Can you tell me what the shortcut is?" They seem to think that I figured out some simple formula and if I would just share it, then anybody could be a bestselling author, just like that.

But does anyone really say, "I want to win a gold medal in figure skating, but I don't have the time for all that practice and training. In fact, I don't even own ice skates. Can you tell me the shortcut to winning a medal?"

To make a short answer long, I've wanted to be a writer since I was five years old. I sat in my dad's study and plunked out my first "novel" on a manual typewriter when I was eight. By the age of ten, I had saved up enough money to buy either a bicycle (like a normal kid), or my own typewriter. I chose the typewriter. I got my first rejection slip by the time I was 13, had my first story published when I was 16 (after I had gathered 80 rejection slips), and sold my first novel by the time I was 25.

I have a trophy in my office proclaiming me to be "The Writer with No Future" because I could produce more rejection slips by weight than any other writer at an entire conference. My files now bulge with more than 800 rejections. On the other hand, I also have 100 books published, 46 of which have been national or international bestsellers, I've got a shelf full of awards, and my work has been translated into 30 languages. I've written more than twelve million words, so far.

No, I don't know any shortcuts. Sorry.

If you look at the numbers, there are about as many New York Times bestselling authors as there are members of the various US Olympic teams. The competition among bestsellers is just as tough as the competition for medals, and your chances of success are just as slim.

Where does this notion come from that just anybody can write a novel, if they bothered to get around to it? I never hear the claim that just anybody can be an Olympic athlete, or a brain surgeon, or a space shuttle commander if someone would give them a cheat-sheet. Even if we did "have the time" to raise capital and invest wisely, few people could manage to be as rich as Warren Buffet.

Guys, publishing a novel involves more than stringing a lot of sentences together until you fill enough pages with words.

Every author has heard this one: "I've got a great idea for a novel." Voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll tell you the idea, then you write the book, and we can split the money." (As if the idea is the hard part!) I'm not short on ideas; most writers aren't. In fact, I'll never have time to flesh out all the novel possibilities that occur to me on a regular basis.

Because my parents raised me to be polite and courteous, I've never actually responded to such an offer with the obvious reply: "Thanks for the offer, but I'm pretty busy right now. Why don't we try it the other way around first? I'll tell you an idea off the top of my head, then you can do all the research, the plotting, and character development. You can write a hundred thousand words or so, then edit the manuscript (I usually do at least five to ten drafts), shop it around until a publisher buys it, work with the editor for any revisions, deal with the copy editor, proofread the galleys, then do book signings and promotion after it's published. After all that, we'll split the money since, after all, I did give you the initial idea. Sound fair?"

Now, I'm not comparing myself to an Olympic gold medalist. I can't even stay up on ice skates. But I do have a pretty good idea how to write a novel. I've been practicing and training for most of my life. As a public service maybe I'll write a self-help book of shortcuts for these would-be authors who live all around us. I could call it, How to Become a Bestselling Author in Twenty Years or Less.

If only I could find the time to write it. . . .


http://kjablog.com/olympics-and-writing/

The value of a Catholic education and a pencil.

Little Susie was not the best student in Catholic School .
Usually she slept through the class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while she was sleeping.
'Tell me Susie, who created the universe'
When Susie didn't stir, little Johnny who was her friend sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her in the rear.
'God Almighty' shouted Susie.
The Nun said, 'Very good' and continued teaching her class.

A little later the Nun asked Susie, 'Who is our Lord and Savior'
But Susie didn't stir from her slumber.
Once again, Johnny came to her rescue and stuck her in the butt.
'Jesus Christ!!!' shouted Susie.
And the Nun once again said, 'Very good,' and Susie fell back asleep.

The Nun asked her a third question...
'What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child'
Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Susie jumped up and shouted,
'If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in
Half'

The nun fainted

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TRUE VALUE

A wealthy man once invited a monk to his house for lunch and the monk agreed but he laid one condition and the condition was that the rich man would not lie to him when they spoke and discussed life.The rich man agreed and drove the monk in his expensive car to his palace like house and they both entered the house.

The monk stood inside and was awe struck with the riches in the house and wondered how rich his host must be.
So he casually asked him " what is the sum total of all your wealth and property ?"

The rich man smiled and replied " about 50 lakhs."

The monk angrily " what a great lie ? i told you not to lie to me.Your car alone must be worth a crore and yet you tell me you are worth just ten lakhs."

The rich man smilingly " Master, i have no idea what my property is worth or how much wealth i have .the sum 50 lakhs which i mentioned now is all the help and charity i have been doing the past few years.like helping children get heart surgeries done,donating for flood relief and helping old age homes and orphanages.In my mind i think that is my real value and all the credit that i have in the account of my god.But if you want to know what my worldly value is then i can call my secretary and ask her to give a detail list and statement of the same."

The monk shook his head and said " you are really a wise man."

The monk then let his eyes travel all around the hall and saw family photos of his host and asked him how many children he had.

The rich man replied that he had just one son and a daughter.

The monk got upset and angrily " just one son and a daughter.But here i see three boys in your arms and no daughter anywhere.so why are you lying or hiding the truth from me.be honest."

The rich man folded his hands and bowed " learned one.please do not be angry and just patiently watch what happens and then decide for yourself about what i just said."

The rich man called out for his first son who after a minute slowly peeped from the first floor and shouted " old man.what is your problem.You know i am busy playing cards with my friends in my room.why do you want you unnecessarily disturb me.idiot."

After rudely insulting his father the first son went away to his card game and then the rich man called for his second son who peeped from the second floor and sarcastically shouted " what father,it looks like another paradesi and beggar has come home.You are such a fool to be cheated constantly by these god men.at the rate you are donating our wealth to charity and orphanages,it looks like me and the rest of the family will become beggars after you are gone finishing our inheritance."

Saying these hurting words the second son went away to do whatever he was doing and then the rich man was about to call for his third son when a soft voice spoke.

Both the monk and the rich man turned towards the voice and a young man stood with arms folded and he spoke " father,i have been here for the past few minutes waiting to inform you that my wife has prepared lunch.Both of you were busy talking,so i thought i would wait for you to finish your conversation.We want to know if our guest would prefer to eat on a banana leaf or a plate.We also want to know if he wants warm water to drink while having lunch."

The father told the young man to have all of the above ready so that the monk could choose what ever he preferred.

After the young man had left the rich man spoke " learned one,although i have three sons,i consider the first two to be just dead bodies for they are of no use to themselves or others.I consider only my third son as my only son and also consider his wife,my daughter-in-law as my very own daughter.Now tell me if i was lying when i said i had only one son and one daughter."


The monk with tears in his eyes " wow,honestly you are really the learned one and the wise one here.Tell me how old are you ?"

The rich man " i am nearly five years old."

Hearing this the monk got irritated and yet he held his anger and looked at the rich man for an explanation.

The rich man smiled humbly " holy one,i am about 65 years old.Yet i told you that i am nearly 5 years old.See if you take away all the years spent sleeping,eating,bathing,clothing,driving,having sex,partying,education etc you realise that i have spent nearly 60 years doing those activities.But i have only spent 5 or so years in thinking about god,meditating and helping those in need.So i feel that only those years that were spent in thought about god is worth mentioning."

The monk gently held the rich mans hands and said " master,i want to be your disciple."

Sunday it is my calendar informs me but a day just another beautiful day in my living years.Like then,many seasons ago as i lay and watched the clouds running their 100 ms dash and a few lazy ones running the 50 kms marathon i did today as i always do and find shapes and faces in the abstract forms.White pillow clouds,white carpet clouds tinged with the rising sun and a small black dirty dot as a crow wings by diving to feed on left over corn on the cob littered by humans.
On air they glide the crows and pigeons dive bombing each other as if they are mig 30's and f 18's fighting for supremacy of the heavens.
No sooner they land on terra ferma brownies and whities,dogs named after their colors charge like cheetahs charge after gazelles on the african plains.
They charge and as always chew on air and i double up laughing at them and they come slinking back ashamed and find my hands and muzzle them looking for solace
Today Nov 22,2015 the year of our lord I rise with the sun and clouds.I rise with the sun eclipsed by clouds and its halo blazes from behind and i let my soul rise and blaze from within.

Redemption-chapter 18

"The primary thing when you take a sword in your hands is your intention to cut the enemy, whatever the means. Whenever you parry, hit, spring, strike or touch the enemy's cutting sword, you must cut the enemy in the same movement. It is essential to attain this. If you think only of hitting, springing, striking or touching the enemy, you will not be able actually to cut him." ? Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings

I ask you this question honestly so think about it before telling yourself the answers.we see a cockroach in the bathroom and our first instinct and also immediate action is to kill it and the majority of us do so.we do so because the cockroach is dirty and a disease carrying insect and so as to safe guard ourselves we smack it to death.why then do we hesitate,talk morals,virtues when it comes to putting to death those who have committed deadly crimes against the weak and innocent such as rape,murder and mutilation.we look at other humans as if they are special but they are not and when one like the cockroach which is more innocent is smacked to death then we should smack the guilty humans to oblivion and not hesitate or talk about it.When we fall sick with a cold or a slightly more serious infection we take antibiotics and other exotic medicines to kill of the virus or bacteria by the millions and billions and yet it took us indians many years to hang kasab who was guilty of killing so many innocents citizens and was also caught on video doing so.It takes the courts years to sentence rapists,convict elected and government officials who were caught on camera taking bribes and why is that.the law is there to give safety and security to the honest and hard working people and that includes the rich,poor and the weak and innocent.What do you do or who do you turn to when the law supports the mighty and the powerful and you are left to suffer.

Left punch,Right punch and a knockdown

Five of his best men left delhi to reach chennai and to finish the job which their boss had asked them to do and they knew that there was no going back to delhi alive without completing it.They landed in chennai knowing that it was better to die here than go back and face the wrath of their boss for they knew what that meant having seen for themselves many a time how ingenious he could be when it came to displaying his penchant for cruelty and torture.

But unknown to him,their boss Murky had contacted one another whom they did not know existed but for a few and most of them were not alive any more and only one existed and he stayed hidden well and truly.

This man sat in the lounge of mumbai airport waiting for his boarding announcement to his flight.The phone call had come in the morning and luckily he had been free and also was taken aback when he saw who it was who was calling him.

He had said hello and the voice had spoken.

" How are you doing ? I can imagine the surprise look on your face seeing my number flashing on your mobile.Well the situation is thus for i have a problem that needs to be taken care of and it is of a very delicate nature and it involves a high ranking cop.I have mailed the details to your e-mail account.I hope it is the right one and i wonder if you are still using the same one.How many years has it been now ? "

The man from mumbai whispered " nearly four years next month.Not counting that sudden job you had me do for you in coimbatore.But even for that we did not meet and only spoke on the phone.so i guess it has been four years since we have met face to face.I have been following the news in delhi and it looks like you are facing major heat and crackdowns on your operations.Is this call concerning one of the police officers involved in this crackdown ? "

Murky stayed silent and then whispered " yes.But he is the brain and brawn behind the whole operation against me and a few other of my political partners."

" How bad is it ?.okay,don't answer that for if it wasn't that bad then we wouldn't be having this conversation.Tell me what you want done."

Murky spoke " kill him.But i want it to look like an accident or i will have the whole police department gunning for me.Luckily he is not here in delhi and is right now in chennai."

The man in mumbai chuckled " chennai.evalavu naal aachu.I guess it will be good to see our town again."

Murky urgently whispered " hey,the man i want killed is also from chennai and it is hometown.Three of my men have been following him for the past two days and five more will be leaving later this evening to chennai.I will inform all of them to assist you and i have also contacted our old friend and he said he will gather all the information that is there on this cop and once i get it i will mail all of it to your e-mail account."

The man in mumbai " okay.I don't have anything to do for the next week or so.When do you want me to leave ? "

Murky " today,as soon as possible for i want this taken care as quickly as it can be done."

The man in mumbai " okay.done.i will take the first available flight out to chennai and will call you as soon as i land there."

Murky " no, you will not be able to reach me for as soon as i hang up i will be disposing this number and will never be using it again.I will call you later this evening.so all the best."

The man in mumbai laughed " Anna,enna romba sentiment.Chill, i will finish the job and you can go back to your activities.okay.bye."

Murky " Thambi,this guy is different.I mean it.There is something slightly scary and dangerous about this particular cop.I don't know what it is but i feel a kind of reckoning is happening.The funny part is i have killed and destroyed so many lives that i don't know which one has come awake now to haunt me in my old age.I know you will think i have become soft in my old age but i repeat that this cop is different and there is something motivating him and i think it it vengeance.I sat talking to him face to face and let me confess that for the very first time in my life i felt out of control and nervous.That is why i want this not be taken lightly and handled with the utmost care.Money is not a problem and i will give you any amount for this job."

The man in mumbai " No.I will not charge you for this for i am going to just do it as a favor for my elder brother.Bye."

The call ended and the light on his Android phone slowly blinked out and the man stood watching the light and the world outside his window and worried about his elder brother.Then he tapped a few keys on his lap top and logged in to Yatra.com and found a seat available in a jet airways flight later that evening.He booked it and then sat logged in to his gmail account and found the mail sent by his brother.The mail had a few photos of the cop and yet one immediately caught his eyes.It had been taken when the cop had directly looked into the camera not knowing that someone was capturing his image.Yet,the mans eyes looked as if he knew that the camera was there and that he was being watched and still his eyes seemed to know all and miss nothing.

The man in mumbai leaned back and whispered the name " RUDRAN "

"Oh you the creator, you the destroyer, you who sustain and make an end,Who in sunlight dance among the birds and the children at their play,Who at midnight dance among corpses in the burning grounds,You Shiva, you dark and terrible Bhairava,You Suchness and Illusion, the Void and All Things,You are the lord of life, and therefore I have brought you flowers;You are the lord of death, and therefore I have brought you my heart"This heart that is now your burning ground.Ignorance there and self shall be consumed with fire.That you may dance, Bhairava, among the ashes.That you may dance, Lord Shiva, in a place of flowers,And I dance with you." Aldous Huxley

Hi all

I am glad that all of you have liked the last chapter.More twists to come in Rudran's quest for eternal peace and to all the answers he is seeking In the one who left him so many years ago.What will he find and what will the answers be ?

What if: Beef,Oil and Mad Cow disease.

India imports most of its oil from the gulf and that number is 84 percent. Just imagine the situation if the islamic states of saudi, iraq,iran and kuwait take objection to how muslims are being treated here in our country and make a public statement like some of our prominent citizens like aamir,shah rukh, ar.rahman and not to forget most of them bigwigs who have returned their awards.

Can you imagine a litre of petrol or disel at 200 or 300 rs.Imagine a gas cylinder at 1500 or 2000 rs.Imagine standing for 1 or 2 hours to fill your vehicle and that too it being rationed at 5 litres and once a week only

Now imagine all the farmers who run their generators and pumps.Imagine all the public transports like buses,trains,autos etc.

Now imagine the tune these chest beaters and so called guardians of hinduism will sin.

These so called beef protesters wear slippers and shoes,use belts,carry wallets and their wives carry handbags made of leather from the cow.

So use the leather from the cow but dont eat its meat. Drink milk from its body but dont touch its meat. If someone stole milk from one of these beef protesters wifes breast i just wonder what he will do.

so you can steal milk from the cow which it secretes for its child but you will call yourself a hindu,a vegetarian.

Mad cow disease anyone or mad hindu disease.

There is no such pure word as hindu which was coined by people who traded with us and that which has stuck with us. There is only saivism,vishnavism,saktam and sects which worship ganesh and muruga.

I am a saivite.But my temple is in my mind and soul. It is not in what i eat or in what i wear and it is in only what i believe in.

Hinduism for a lack of a better word is a way of life, a way of sacred thinking and that which has withstood centuries of oppression under various rulers of various religions and has learnt and absorbed all that is good and holy about them.

I can safely say that it will stand this period of unrest and unnecessary tensions by symbol carrying simple minded peasants.

My lord and my god shiva does not need protection for he is not in one place which needs to be protected.He is in the air i breathe.He is in the rain that falls on me.He is in the light that travels from the sun and he is in every cell of my body and he is most certainly not only in saffron flags,in temples,in cows and in other petty symbols.

So rise with hindutva in your soul and not with your trishuls and swords. Rise with the knowledge that god is everywhere and in every religion.

And last but not the least do not become what they have become in syria for they are acting out their talk while hardcore so called hindu guardians have begun talking.

Redemption-chapter 19

"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us." ? Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

When i was young,when i was still innocent,when i still did not know what the world and its inhabitants meant to me,back when i still thought that the world was beautiful and that everyone was beautiful,back when people called me weird and i did not know what that meant or at least in the context that it was used when referring to me,back when i thought everybody was right and that everyone could get along together,back when i started agreeing to people's opinions about me being slightly mad,vague and clueless.

Then came light,then came understanding,then came my journey,then came my realisation,then came my realm of my dreams,then came the crowning and i became king.King of my mind and my life.Prince in my own world which i did not have to share or halve and give away.A kingdom built by me,painted by me and where i could sing,dance,sleep and do much more.It is a kingdom of light that sprang to life from the darkness of my soul and mind that people put there with their words,curses,hands and feet.

Now all i have to do is close my eyes.Close them regardless where ever i am,whoever i am with and ascend to my throne and sit surveying for i am the master of my domain.In my domain i am master to all and a slave to all.I lord them with my love and i serve them from my soul,truly beloved.

I rise,I fall,I sleep,I wake and I live my life for it is Right here,Right now.That breath you just took,take it deeper,fill your lungs,fill it with peace,fill it with light and open and see the world through eyes of love and light.For that breath could be one of your last breaths,yours and mine.So breathe deeply and not just a shallow one.Love and give more not only for charity but to your loved ones and friends for they might not be her tomorrow to hear or take from you when you really give.


IN UTERO

His heart took its first beat and a few hours later the younger one's heart joined him and together they made music of harmony and love.The older gave something of himself for he smiled as it flowed into the younger one via billions of neural pathways and the younger one kicked and lived on.In the darkness of the womb while the mother slept the older twin gave life,sustained life by touch and something more when the younger one nearly died.The younger ones heart sometimes skipped,struggled to beat and only the older one knew and he was there and he willed his energy to the other.It is instinct,it is life at the most primitive and creative level and the one stage that is closest we will ever come to the miracle of life by the miracles of god.

Rudran sat in the dark waiting for the consequences of his retaliation to announce itself and processed steps to negate and destroy any moves murky and his men would do.He knew and understood that he had taken the reins of this battle in his hands and also knew held a wild bull by its horns.As always he placed himself in the eys of the storm and expanded his vision of what could happen and what might actually happen and planned for it.
He thought back to the games of chess he played in the academy and sometimes the games would stretch for a few days and eventually the player he was playing with would throw his hands ups in frustration " rudy.come on man.You havent made a move in over five hours.It is just a game bro and i know it and you know it that you are gonna beat me and yet you are dilly dallying and taking your sweet time before saying checkmate."

Rudran would just nod and shrug his shoulders and make a move and then hunch over the board lost in his own world.Only a few understood what was going on and marvelled at his capabilities to think and work out problems.
One such person had been his Israeli mossad contact Otto hauptman.Otto was a doctor and pioneer in the research of the unknown capabilities of the brain and rudran had met him during his training in jerusalem.He had submitted to the various mind tests and other more secretive ones which all trainees had to go through for them to pass the training.

Dr.Otto hauptman was a keen chess player and soon rudran and he were locked in epic battles in which most of the games were won by rudran or they ended in stalemate and draw.Even their games would sometime stretch for days and when dr.otto asked rudran why he was taking so much time to make a move,rudran had explained.
" Doc.i am just not playing this one game but with every move i go through all the possible moves for now and for future games.Every move you and i make also leads to different possibilities and i take joy in visualising all of them in my head and storing them away for future moves and counter attacks."

Dr.otto had looked at him strangely " there are more possible games of chess than atoms in the universe.Each possible move represents a different game, a different universe.by the second move there are 72084 possible games, by the third -- 9 million, by the fourth --- 318 million. So the total number of chess games is infinite, for all practical purposes given human and technological limitations.So you mean to tell me that you have been storing away all these games,all those billions of combinations in your brain.But that is simply incredible.How is this possible ?"

Rudran shrugged his shoulders in his own unique way and " it has always been like this and i have never thought too much about it."

A few days later dr.otto had requested rudran that he allow him to run a few scans and other special tests,results of which only they both would know.Rudran sat through the scans,tests and went back to training.
One day dr.otto hauptman had called him to his cabin and they discussed the results of the tests and rudran sat facing him casually when given the same situation any other person would be nervous or anxious to say the least.

" Rudran the test results are here before me and i have to admit that i cannot make sense of it.But let me put it in this way that your neural pathway activity is remarkabale in many ways.When i gave you complex problems there was just no activity at all and it looks as if your brain is fast asleep.But give you simple problems and particularly those that have to do with day to day human emotions your brain just lights up like a christmas tree.i frankly don't know what to make of your brain and its functions.It is as if there are two brains working in parallel and that which is not possible.It is going to take months for me to read all this and find out what is happening inside you."

Rudran sat in the dark and thought about these events that had happened nearly seven years ago.He had lost touch with dr.otto hauptman and had put all his observations behind him.There were a few times when he had dwelled on the doctors observations but soon got bored of it and had stored it away for future pondering when it was more relevant.

Screeching noises from rubber protesting loudly at being ground to halt on the vehicles they were on announced the arrival of the tamilnadu police on the street he lived in.The bodies of the three men he had taken out had been reported and now the official wheels of investigation would begin to turn and yet rudran knew it would take them nowhere but a dead end.

He got up and brewed a fresh cup of black coffee and while it simmered he changed into casual clothes and quietly slipped out of the back of his house and walked into the coming dawn.

The tamilnadu police efficiently barricaded both ends of the streets and stood by while the identification process of the three dead bodies began.Identification,then their reason for being on that street,then motives behind their killings and well soon heads and minds would be spinning in circles and in the end the case would pile up as an unknown and another number in the cold cases.

The five from delhi took up rooms in the same place as their other three members and waited for them to call and after waiting for nearly four hours,one of them made a call.

Rudran saw the number flashing and memorized it and then carefully wiped the instrument and threw it away.A few minutes later one of the other mobile sang a dirty hindi song from the 90's " 'Choli ke peeche kya hai, chunari ke neeche kya hai " and rudran " saala kutta, ab neeche aur peeche kaun hai."

"When your efforts run in the face of conventional wisdom and accepted mastery, persistence can look like madness. If you succeed in the end, this extreme originality reformulates into a new level of mastery, sometimes even genius; if you fail in the end, you remain a madman in the eyes of others, and maybe even yourself. When you are in the midst of the journey...there's really no way of knowing which one you are." Hilary Austen, Artistry Unleashed: A Guide to Pursuing Great Performance in Work and Life

A story is not just a story.An article is not just an article.My thoughts are not just thoughts but waves upon wave erupting from deep inside my brain.Whence they blossom from the conscious or the unconscious i know not for the deep of the mystery is too much for me to fathom and understand.

Yet every word is a drop of my soul and they flow in different shapes and eventually take the shape of a word,line and a paragraph.

So i give you my soul,my innermost thoughts and also invite you gently into my world,my vision,what i see of what is shown to me and i do so in a different manner.Fear not for all of us are different and all of us are born and shaped that way.It is the most precious thing and it is the most sacred thing for who gave you life,who gave you thought,who gave you power to think and act differently.so recognise and embrace the precious you,the sacred you and learn to be different.