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s.satishkumar
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Joined: 10 April 2006
Posts: 3000

3000 posts.really.It is a shocker and makes me wonder what i had to say in all those 3000 posts.Ten years from muhurtham and i and you all have travelled so much and so far and yet it seems like we have just started this journey.

Honestly,i feel i have only whispered from my soul a few tear drops of joy and sorrow and the real flood of thoughts in shapes of stories,articles and poetry has still to come and is gathering its momentum.I promise to write,keep writing about all that i see,feel and realise and about time and life as it passes through my prism in shapes of other soul and their experiences.

I hope the next ten years and the next 3000 posts are filled with better thoughts and better english writing from my part.

Here is to wishing you all a beautiful life and a great day.Lots of love and i thank you for all the support and kindness in bearing with my life and its sometimes scary and silly interpretations.Be well.

Hi people,i am sorry i had to edit the post where in i posted details of my new project.I was requested by my team as to not post any details until the news has been launched in the press officially.My mistake and i am sure all of you understand.Thank you.Be well.

Bobby Vinton -- My Heart Belongs To Only You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupMnT7ffU0

My heart belongs to only you
I've never loved as I love you
You've set a flame within me burning
A flame to stay within me yearning
It's just for you I want to live
It's just to you my heart I give
I'll always be your slave my darling
Through the coming years

What a woman's legs can tell you about Indian men

If the sight of a woman's legs offends some, maybe their subconscious is telling them that she's been nurtured well, is probably intelligent and confident.

"Dekho dekho Albert Pinto ki girlfriend ki legs dekho," screamed my idiot new boyfriend as we zoomed down the causeway on his 100cc motorcycle.

I was sitting pillion but because I was only just 20, a massive badass and in possession of a short corduroy skirt and pair of Doc Martens, I was astride the pillion, not seated demurely, to one side with my knees knocking. This was also a great position to lean forward and ask my boyfriend who the hell Albert Pinto was. He said he'd give me the cinema reference later. It was quite underwhelming. But it was my first lesson in What Indians think about legs.

And that is... not much.

Not much until they see them that is.

The obsession with mammaries

I've seen every manner of bosom on big and small screens. They heave, they sag, they stand to attention, they make two massive points when you can't find one in the story of the film, they leak, they keep time with the heroine's open mouth as she dances for the bad guys, they move pendulously behind the "chastity jazz hands run" that the old timers used to do, they're covered, they're uncovered, a pallu falls and an inch of cleavage exposed causes a stir in the village...

I get it. The Americans find breasts sexy. The British find them hilarious. Indians are just messsmammarised!

We do not know what to do with legs.

The old vamps dancing on screen did all these complicated moves with their upper bodies, but their legs, even when they peeped out from strategic slits in their skirts, were always splayed, ungracefully apart, no pointing of toes, no definition of calf, cankles and knobbly knees.

Where I come from, we don't think much about legs. But that's because they're on display all the time. It's well part of our culture. In Bombay, our Koli fisherwomen with their kashtis rolled up, show their curve of their bottoms and bare legs. (Our Koli uncles show even more.) In my neighbourhood of Bandra, our aunties all go to the bazaar in their short shorts - middle age cellulite, varicose veins, sexy smooth tanned pins, all equally and unabashedly on display. Heavens, even our boys and men wear shorts all the time. We walk, we run, we play sport. We have great legs. So great, you don't even notice them.

Legs and health

So when you take the girl out of her leg-displaying community, she stands out.

In Bangalore, pregnant with my first, I knew not to wear shorts on the road but at home, it was regulation T-shirt and shorts. I didn't plan to cause any stirs until one day, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the house-help Viji standing next to me, waiting for me to pay attention to her. I turned... "See madam," she said in broken Hindi, lifting her sari up to her thighs showing me the most hideous pair of hairy pins I have ever seen, "even I could expose like you." I understood so much about Bangalore that day.

Are you leg-men or boob-men, desi boys? Apart from the men you've met over the years, with a cursory look at this Quora - you could surmise that the leg-man is a little more aesthetic and evolved, while the boob-man is still a bit of a baby. Don't start clapping yet ladies, there's more.

Legs tell you a lot about a person. In her book, Evolution and Gender: Why It Matters for Contemporary Life, Rosemary L. Hopcroft said: "Long straight legs indicate good genes and good health and nutrition over a long period of time."

A British study indicated that stronger leg muscles meant quicker minds. Big boobs age quickly but women who are out and about all day, on their feet in jobs, commuting, doing errands in public, all develop great calf muscles and have a strong, youthful gait.

I'm going to hazard that if the sight of a woman's legs offends some, maybe a part of their subconscious is clocking that she's been nurtured well (against the patriarchal norm that favours the boy child), is probably intelligent, independent and confident.

Wednesday morning's news has Chandigarh's ban on the mini-skirt in discos and a young woman getting roughed up for wearing a "half-pant" in Calcutta. You can see where we're heading. Put on your shorts and mini-skirts ladies. We need to let these infantile little ninnies watch our beautiful, strong, leg muscles as we walk away.

And Albert Pinto, you're the one for me.

This article is by Genesia Alves.

You can find more of the lady's articles at this link

http://scroll.in/authors/10783

Seven pounds


Seven pounds is a film with will smith as its hero and it released late in 2008.I am not sure where i was at that time but i know that i could not see the film in the theater.I did catch the oscars and the film did not win anything nor was it nominated in any categories.But a few weeks later i purchased a dvd of the film and since Will smith was one of my favourite heroes i plonked myself and settled in for the voyage.For a fan of will smith,whose earlier films such as Men in black,Hitch,I am legend,I robot,Bad boys,Enemy of the state had me glued to the seat and my eyes glued to the screen,the film began slowly without revealing what the film was all about.

Then the film started giving birth to scene after scene and he climax was shocking and heartbreaking to say the least.I did not realise it but my eyes had filled with tears and even now i shed them when the climax scene comes around and yes the word redemption screams for al of us to see and hear.

The hero will smith plays the title role of Tim thomas who while driving back one day with his wife uses his mobile to send an emergency sms although his wife warns him not to use the mobile while driving.Well you guessed right and the hero's car smashes into another small truck and they tumble down a small ravine.

The air bag in the hero's expensive car saves him but his wife dies and the poor i mean really poor people in the van involved in the collision die too.With this tragic incident and path breaking scene,the hero sets off to find his redemption and redeem himself for the deaths he has caused with that one careless moment.

He starts by donating a lung to his brother,a part of his liver to a critical patient and then in the final scene he commits suicide so that all his other organs can be donated to critically ill patients.But the sad and tragic part is that he meets the heroine who had a heart problem and both fall in love with each other.

The hero Tim thomas suddenly wants to live again,love again and yet he knows that the woman who lies in his arms reuires his heart for they are a tissue and blood group match.It is a beautiful scene where the hero looks at his sleeping lover with tears in his eyes and kisses her good bye and goes away to commit suicide.

He makes the 911 call and also calls his most dearest friend who is aware of the arrangement and dies in the tub with a jellyfish stinging him to death.

The heroine unaware of all this wakes up in shock and surprise as her donor beeper goes off and she knows that they have found a heart that matches her body type.As she is being prepared for surgery and as she slips into anesthetic induced unconsciousness, she whipsers the hero's name " Tim,where are you.i need you by my side.We are going to live a long life together" not knowing that the body being brought into the surgery is his and his chest is cut open and his heart placed in hers.

The heroine Emily wakes up with the new heart and well slowly learns that her lover gave his heart for her to live and other organs for others to be whole again.

In the end all the people who got organs donated from the hero meet up and with tears hug one another.

Redemption readers,the hero finally gets his redemption from the guilt of causing the tragic accident.

Follow these links in the given order and the story is told but i suggest you watch the film.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37Ia-wRbnYM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBPZqyw1n94

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4CFk-rSkX8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofIrjbegL_s

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"Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many colored lenses which paint the world their own hue.? Ralph Waldo Emerson

Media madness

A camera phone is a mobile phone which is able to capture photographs. Most camera phones also record video.
The J-SH04 was a mobile phone made by Sharp Corporation and released by J-Phone (SoftBank Mobile). It was only available in Japan, and was released in November 2000. It was Japan's first ever phone with a built-in camera (110,000-pixel CMOS) and color display (256-color display). (It has been asserted to be the world's first,but Samsung's SCH-V200 phone equipped with a VGA camera was released in South Korea several months earlier. The phone weights 74g, and its dimensions are 127 39 17 mm. It was succeeded by the J-SH05 flip phone, which was released just one month later.

Early cell phones were just for talking. Gradually, features like voicemail were added, but the main purpose was talk. Eventually, cell phone manufacturers began to realize that they could integrate other technologies into their phone and expand its features. The earliest smartphones let users access email, and use the phone as a fax machine, pager, and address book.

In recent years, the purpose of the cell phone has shifted from a verbal communication tool to a multimedia tool, often adopting the name "mobile device" rather than being called a phone at all. We now use our cell phones more for surfing the web, checking email, snapping photos, and updating our social media status than actually placing calls.The cell phones of today are also replacing our other gadgets, such as cameras and video cameras. When cameras were first introduced on phones, the images were low quality and the feature was considered to just be an extra.

FIR-FIRST INFORMATION REPORT


The Tomahawk missile launched from the Nuclear submarine Uss Virginia class,first erupted from its metal housing deep beneath the sea and it was pushed with an eruption of compressed air and the missile ignited only after clearing the water.All this happened in a matter of seconds and then the submarine dived deeper into the depths and vanished from all skies.The fishermen who were on the surface heard nothing and only heard the roar after the Tomahawk ballistic missile erupted from the water and shot off into the sky,towards the Thai-malay border.Most of the fishermen were either too sleepy or just plain stunned to see the missile blasting off to do anything and yet a few of them had the presence of mind to grab their cheap mobiles and click in urgency as the missiles ignition system launched the bomb towards the mainland.

High above in deep space,satellites of all the developed nations beginning from russia,china,India,england,france captured the missiles ignition bloom and also tracked its course and the subsequent explosion in the Thai-malay border.

But the united states of america started its news campaign even before the pictures and news could reach the proper channels.News was wantedly leaked to the media on you tube,twitter and whatsapp channels that Indonesian rebels operating in the Thai-malay border had shot off hand held stinger missiles.

Apart from china and russia the united states knew it would have little problem in explaining its actions as the rest of the nations were its allies in the united nations and in the fight against Islamic radicals and terrorists.But phone calls were made and images were sent to both Russia and China and the matter died before it could snowball into a huge controversy and matters were hushed up.

The world woke up to images of what looked like a missile launch either from a boat or a person who was on a boat and although every news channel speculated wildly about what could have happened,not one report was clear or close to the truth.

Gen.Veer singh,the leader of Chakravuyh took one look at the image and his brain put together the sequences of what ahd taken place and he whispered in fear " Rudran,rudy my boy.God,please keep him safe and from him harm."

With tears filling his eyes,he made the call and Prime minister Jagannath Mishra answered " Yes,mr.veer"

Gen.veer singh slowly explained the situation and then broke the news that there was a chance that Rudran could have been killed in the missile blast.

Prime minister jagannath mishra's face filled with anger and he mentally cursed the Americans for taking matters into their own hands while his man was on the ground supplying intel.He listened quietly as Gen.veer singh explained that the only way that the americans could have known Rudran's position and the conversation was by hacking into their systems.

The prime minister ended the call and sat in silence as the news filled his soul.From the very first moment he had laid eyes on rudran,jagannath mishra knew he was meeting a man who was full of honor and dignity and a man who would do anything if it meant it was for the good.The minute he had taken rudran's hand and clasped his hand around it,Jagannath mishra knew safety and comfort and a strange feeling of belonging.He had seen the same effect that Rudran had on the people he came in contact with and he had realised that he knew of no one else that possessed this quality.

And now he was probably dead or dying in a forest far from home and all alone and here as a Prime minister,he could just not do a damn thing about it.The prime minister wanted to summon the US Ambassador and give him a earful of what he actually thought of america and its spy tactics.But then he had a entire nation and its well being to worry about and this single thought was what kept India from going forward and walking the world with its head held high in respect and dignity.

Whether it was Pakistan on one side,Bangladesh on the other side and with ever looming China right on top of the nations head,governing the country had become near impossible and yet the juggling act had to continue and would continue by whatever ruling party that held the reins.Totally oil dependent on the oil rich countries of the Arab world,matters with pakistan had to handled delicately for fear of sanctions which would virtually spell disaster on the economy.

Drained of energy and weak with fear,Prime minister jagannath mishra called Gen Veer singh " No,mr.veer.Not now.Not yet.I don't think Rudran is dead for i think he is too smart for any bomb to wipe him out.I think he is out there and i order you to start searching for him.There is no limit on the resources for this search and i just want my boy found and brought back.And yes,i am going to have a talk with the American ambassador and tell him exactly what i think of their spy tactics and the destruction they leave behind.Thank you Gen.veer".

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Far away and across the land on the other side of the Arabian sea,Rudran knew that all hell must have broken loose in the media and his people must be worried sick about him.Sadly and to his great frustration,Rudran's mobile phone had run out of battery power and refused to switch on.Now all that was left for him to do was to try and reach the mainland and get in touch with his team and assure them that he was okay.

With his heart heavy with these thought and the thoughts of Renuka,Rudran and Buddha walked deeper and deeper into the forest and soon they heard the loud roar of the Pattani river as it fell over a small cliff and became a wide waterfall.

Hot,sweaty and a bit tired,Rudran sat down and opening the rucksack that he had grabbed from one of the white hunters found some sandwiches and a few cans of beer and some tiny water bottles.

Unwrapping the sandwiches,he offered one to Buddha who quickly turned his face away in agony and complained " I kill yes but only those that deserve killing and simply because it is what we have been made for.But i am a pure vegetarian,just so you need to know or if you have any doubts about my taste buds."

Rudran smiled and then the smiles slowly erupted into deep and loud laughter that echoed all over the forest and wiping the tears that flowed from his eyes " A tiger and one that is vegetarian and here i am sitting with it and having a conversation.Oh my god,my people will think i am crazy and have become a lunatic if i ever happen to tell them about what all happened here and i would agree with them for all this is so far out,magical and mysterious".

Buddha knelt and crouching low at the bank of a small stream,lapped up fresh flowing water and feeling hydrated and much better laid itself down on the rock opposite Rudran " i wonder what you are going to say and feel when this journey of ours is over and after you have passed through the caves and have been born again.Now i only wish that i could be there as you come out on the other side and into a new life."

Rudran brushing the bread crumbs that had fallen on his shirt " Born again.wait a minute,am i supposed to die to be born again.What madness and hell are you leading me into now?"

Buddha stared into rudran's eyes " If only you knew".

Rudran stared back,perfectly aware that Buddha was not revealing the complete story to him and yet he felt compelled,even destined to go complete this strange voyage of his and the cat's.

He looked up at the sky as the sun had begun to sink on the western horizon and his thoughts were all about Renuka,his mother and friends.

Rudran whispered " Bhairav,i don't know where you are but i have not forgotten you.Please know that i love you very much and will always do so,until my last breath".

Looking up at Buddha " what now? Where are we going next?"

The tiger whispered " Into her womb and deep into her spirit.Follow me".

Rudran watched as the huge cat carefully and yet nimbly jumped through the rocks that were stained with water and disappeared behind the curtain of water.

The adventurous spirit in him sprang up and along with it rose rudran and like a monkey he scaled the rocks and then he too slipped in between the curtain of water that looked like a roaring waterfalls for outsiders.

Much to rudran's surprise,the area right behind the waterfall was quite dry and its mysterious depths ran away into the darkness and lay hidden there.

Rudran looked at Buddha and then thinking better of it smiled and thought of his favourite hero and his all time favourite film " Raiders of the lost ark" and the other Indian jones series.

For a soldier and cop who had been trained to protect and defend and one who was a veteran of quite a few covert operations,this trip to Thailand was turning out to be that was rather diferent in nature and agenda.

Rudran trusted Buddha and knew that the cat was leading him on a path that was somehow connected to his life and that of all the other mysterious happenings and all this funnily had started with that old man sadashivam in the hospital who had sacrificed his life to protect his mother.

Rudran's thoughts ran back to those final moments and he remembered with pain the old man's final words.

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He gently lifted the old man and looked in to his eyes " why? why did you do this old man? you don't know me,i don't know you and yet now i am forever in your debt."

The old man smiled in pain " son,it is okay.honestly,i am happy to die for a great cause and even more happy that i am going to breathe my last breath in your arms.Promise me."

Rudran felt the tears pour down and on to the mans face " promise me that you will rise above your redemption and live life for your self and not for the one who has gone.Rise Rudran,rise above your grief,rise above your need for redemption for many pray and wait for your rising."

Rudran could not make sense of what the old man was saying " old man,what are you saying for i am not able to understand what you just said."

The old man smiled and then taking what was his last breath as life slipped away from his body whispered " one step at a time " and died in rudrans arms.


Rudran felt the nudge of Buddhas face and came back to the present and reality with hot tears threatening to bloom and flood his soul and hurriedly wiping them away mumbled " promises made are promises kept".

The darkness had finally descended to cover the world outside and the bright green of Buddha's eyes flashed " many lives,many promises over many hundreds of years and they are still in this very air that you and me breathe in and breathe out.The universe knows,understands,remembers and never ever forgets its warriors and their sacrifices and help is always at hand for its children who are far away and cannot defend that which is their very soul and essence".

Rudran stood up shaking his head " confusing prophecies then and now and i still have no clue as to what it is all about or what they mean.But come for the way ahead is clear and it seems to run down to that huge lake ahead of us".

Rudran and Buddha lost time as they slowly made their way deeper and deeper into the cave and finally stood before a huge body of clear and sweet water.There was no way beyond it and realising this,Rudran turned to Buddha " okay, i am going to repeat myself.What now?"

Buddha continued to stare at the water " Leave everything behind but the spear and just wrap yourself with the the orange robe that the old monk gave you and let us dive in and the way forward will reveal itself".

Rudran stood watching the water and its dark depths " through a dark and dangerous forest,through a waterfall and now i am being asked to jump into an unknown lake and it is all supposed to be okay".

Shaking his head in frustration and confusion,he slipped out of his jeans and shirt and placed the mobile on top of it.Only in his boxers and the orange robe tied across his body and with the spear in his right hand Rudran took one look at the tiger and then jumped into the water straight like an arrow and Buddha followed him.

Under the cover of the darkness and with their orders,twenty men began their preparations on assaulting the house of Kandaswamy mudaliayar.Their orders were to kill everyone and their number one target was the woman called Renuka.

The leader of the team showed the photo of renuka to all his men " She has to die and the one who puts a bullet will be given a bonus of one crore rupees".

He looked at his watch " It is 10.00 pm now and the first team will be reaching the gates of our target.The minute they make the call,we arrive and enter and leave as quickly as we arrived.But not before we kill this woman and her parents".

The beach sand is soft,comforting and they cushion the impact
as my feet land one after another and i feel less pain in my knees
pain from roads covered with black tar and they softness lack

With the salty,cool air gently pushing and pulling
as it twirls and suddenly presses on my chest as if a child is holding me back
but my feet find the sand and i run as if a train on a track
the comforting,soft sand is not so comforting when it seeps
through the tiny vents in my shoes and soon they add an inch or more
and i have to stop,untie my laces and pour the sand out
whispering " back to your kin and back to where you belong"

sometimes i wonder just how beautiful it would be for a large tree
just on the shore and with shade for me to sit,hidden away from the sun

water,some fruit,a few books that i will read and read them all over again
back against the bark of the trunk,the leaves of the tree
my ceiling with my feet in the coming and going waves

must be such a place,must be such a wonder and i am saving it
for the future,for the time when i will be ready,really ready to feel
the magic and beauty of those beautiful places
all grown up,grizzled and not vain or filled with pain
with heart and soul open
to let in the real beauty,the real light
and i will hold them tight
those moments for they are right and they are the real sight

WOMB


My arrival
Her womb's delight
Her existence
My living light
Her wounds
My scars
Her skies
My stars
Her days
My hours
Her strength
My powers
I breathe my name
Being her child
Without mother
Life's beguiled

From the poem 'Mother" Munia Khan, Beyond The Vernal Mind