*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 80

Thank you spain,maghu and durga. yes, i too hope that i will be around for a few more stories and few more hundreds and it has been possible only because of your faith and interest in my thoughts and words as well as the support and motivation from seldom seen forum members.I salute you all.
I wish you all the very best.Be well.

Rain on my window

It is nearly 4 in the morning and i am in the kitchen making my second round of coffee.The world outside is dark and but for the light in the house on the second floor in the next building,everything else is dark and quiet. The two black and white and orange and white cats have gone into hiding for the rain has been coming and going.It takes a few minutes for the coffee to simmer and so i stare at that light from the opposite building and i wonder what that solitary old man is doing.He lost his wife a few years back and both his children live abroad and he lives on his own,cooking for himself,taking care of himself and surviving with his pension.

We crossed paths several times and exchanged looks many times and it then ease into a whisper of hello and then into hello,are you well and now we do talk a few more lines although we still follow the mani ratnam school of dialogues and keep it subtle and keep it inside two or three lines.No drama,no lengthy scenes like the old black and white films and so it goes on.

The wire mesh that the owner had installed to keep the mosquitoes is finally showing its true rust colors as the black paint is starting to wear off after fighting a losing battle with the salty sea air from the bay of bengal.

A sudden gust of wind brings in a splatter of rain and i feel the cold wetness of the drops and i wonder how far they have fallen to the earth below.

I wonder is it possible to count every drop of rain that falls and i wonder if every rain drop is an angel,a new life that god has sent down to begin again their voyage.

I smile and shake my head for it would be impossible to count the rain drops and i wonder where each rain drop is falling on.leaf,branch,a sleeping wet dog,a irritated cat,tarmac,the roof of the cars parked outside.

The rain drops falling on the roof of the cars is really like a wild african beat and sometimes they make a lovely rhythm and sometimes they land to a beat of an army marching band.But i am thankful for the rain on my car for it washes away all that the crows drop throughout the night and leave a horrible van gogh kind of designs on my vehicle.I think the man who cleans the car everyday will be more happy for it reduces his work load.

The coffee is ready and my thoughts are ready and so today as i hear,see and feel the rain drops fall i wonder if all of us are each a rain drop cascading in a fall and lost in the flood.So many lives,so many moments and so many stories and so little time.

BEFORE AND AFTER THE WEDDING

Before and After the Wedding...
Wife:Do you want me to leave?
Husband:No! Don't even think about that.
Wife:Do you love me?
Husband:Of course! Always have and always will!
Wife: Have you ever cheated on me?
Husband:No! Why are you even asking?
Wife:Will you kiss me?
Husband:Every chance I get!
Wife:Will you hit me?
Husband:Hell no! Are you crazy?!
Wife:Can I trust you?
Husband: Yes.
Wife:Oh my Darling!

This was BEFORE the wedding, read from end (bottom) to start (top) to see what happens AFTER the wedding...

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow..."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes... My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...

Robbers entered a bank in a small town.

One of them shouted: "Don't move! The money belongs to the bank. Your lives belong to you."Immediately all the people in the bank laid on the floor quietly and without panic. This is an example of how the correct wording of a sentence can make everyone change their view of the world .
One woman laid on the floor and lifted her skirt in a provocative manner.The robber approached her saying, "Lady , this is a robbery not a rape. Please behave accordingly." This is an example of how to behave professionally, and focus on the goal .
While running from the bank the youngest robber (who had a college degree) said to the oldest robber (who had barely finished elementary school): "Hey, maybe we should count how much we stole?" The older man replied: "Don't be stupid. It's a lot of money so let's wait for the news on TV to find out how much money was taken from the bank." This is an example of how life experience is more important than a degree .
After the robbery, the manager of the bank said to his accountant:"Let's call the cops and tell them how much has been stolen." Wait, said the Accountant, "before we do that, let's add that money we took for ourselves over the past few months and also add in any other problems and just say that it was stolen as part of today's robbery." This is an example of taking advantage of an opportunity.
The following day it was reported in the news that the bank was robbed of 3 million. The robbers then counted the money, but they found only 1 million so they started to grumble. "We risked our lives for 1 million, while the bank's management robbed two million dollars without blinking..? Maybe its better to learn how to work the system, instead of being a simple robber." This is an example of how knowledge can be more useful than power .
Moral : Give a crook a gun, and he can rob a bank . Give a crook a bank, and he can rob everyone. __._,_.___

My first round of coffee is steaming next to the monitor and sending waves after waves of vapor filled with the heady smell of caffeine.I look at the partitions in my hard disk and my soul as always whispers " classical please,maybe hindustani or carnatic but something slow and melodious" and so i open the folder which has all my collection of ghazals from hindi films and i randomly click a few to start the day.

It is three in the morning and lata mangeshkar croons softly ' Dikhayii Diye Yun Ke Bekhud Kii Yaad Hamein' from the film Bazaar and i know the day is good and ALL IS WELL.

I am alive right now and right here and this is the moment and this is the present for the past is the shore behind me and the future is the shore ahead of me and the present is my journey and my life.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KgyhgnnRRE

Bazaar - Dikhayii Diye Yun Ke Bekhud Kii Yaad Hamein

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHRS0sRub9Q

saajan jiye to jiye

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdU3qP5EYoY

Satyam Shivam Sundaram - Title Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11yh-UCeev4&list=PL7C9D0D9A19DC34D6

Jab Deep Jale Aana Chitchor

Jaya aka Amma 1948-2016

Goodbye you beauty,you fighter,you leader.You fought the good fight and i hope you find the peace that seemed to elude you.
A single woman,burdened with a legacy,a party and yet you defeated all your enemies and ruled.I watched on tv as they pushed you down and attacked you in his funeral and i watched as you were attacked in the hallow grounds of the parliament and then i watched as you came back victorious and the new queen of Tamil nadu and i voted again and again for you for i knew that there was good in you and i had faith in your intelligence.Godspeed you brave warrior and i wish you eternal peace.

This is really sad...
I still can't believe Jayalalitha is no more.

I never liked politics or politicians, but I really liked her immensely.
She was a loner, a very sensitive and emotional woman beneath the "iron lady" image...
her life was an open book for everyone to read and yet she guarded her heart and its vulnerability like a shield.
She trusted no one, but herself.
An inspiration for many.
An enigma even after her death.
Her linguistic capabilities and her intelligence would astound me and how she left men terrified of her presence would amuse me.

In the end, I wouldn't say death finally won and defeated her...
but she chose to bow out graciously while remaining in power and staying at the top of her game, as only she can do with her gentle, soft smile.
True to her name, she remained victorious till the very end.

I hope and pray she can sleep peacefully now, and lie on her mother's lap as she has been pining to do...
RIP Jayalalitha.