Klueless puzzle 1

WHERE IS IT?

Travel for the next dimension

Well sometimes life is not that easy. You seem to be confused what you really want and at times, may be, a little more ambitious of what you want of it. Time isn’t changing but people change. It is time that keeps travelling forward and humans, on this journey, carry along with them their experiences, feelings, characters etc. And maybe sometimes few people don’t because that does not bother them.

Travelling can add a dimension to the way you think about life. My eyes open when I am travelling. All the rest of the time I am just mechanical. You know at times you come across certain people and places that shake you. I am not being selfish here but I do say thanks that I am not in their place.

If we look at a life of a single person, it is a journey like we all know. There are lives which are an open book to others. We can see their journey. These people are always in limelight. Consider the life of a great politician, a liked artist, an admired philosopher and many more. Their life is transparent to others because at some point these people would have made a difference in mass, either negative or positive. And there are lives which are private to you. Entwined with several other lives, mostly with similar scale of living, we keep living and react actively or passively.

Now where does travelling take you to? For me, travelling is a living art. It is a living experience. It widens your capability to observe people and places. It becomes more challenging when you travel to places you do not know. It gets merry when you travel to places with a company you like to be in. When you travel you are most likely to be set apart from the kind of people that I mentioned earlier.

I have seen people that are not normal like the common. They do not know why are living and for what. They do not have ambition or a goal. They live because they have to. It is weird to think why creation would make a place for this people. We humans have categorized humanity in different scales like color, race, religion and class etc. and these people I see lie in all the scales. Yet we humans compete, we differentiate ourselves from others and strive for something which we do not really know.

Sometimes this is all too much for me. There is a Supreme above all of us. It is His work. Way beyond our thinking and understanding. I take time, I breathe, to realize it is life and one in this creation. It is the world we are. Signing off for now!! J

Spring amidst the Winter...

After days of scorching sun, exhausting every inch of energy, the Winter appears before me. All these times the days have been tiring and seemed lifeless. I expected Winter to be my friend, for it brings a season of fun and cherish.
            The month of October starts with slow tides in the air, a change in the fragrance of the breeze. I keep marching ahead between the bushes and trees that appear to be coming to life again. It did look like something is waiting ahead for me to reach. The month of November brought the surprise around. By the time it ends, a life seemed to sprout. In the form of a smiling face and eyes that swallow oneself. A couple of times it waves here and there but I wonder when would I splash again the tide. Waiting for the right time to come and at least it did arrive. Though it was just hours of being together as strangers, it was way no less than being happy to see her around.
            The month of December arrives with lots of reasons to be joyous about. When the world will celebrate for a reason, the reason being the birth of Christ Jesus, I seek another reason myself to celebrate about. I am willing to walk into her life but there is a fear. A fear that nothing goes wrong and lose her. She has these eyes that give life into me. The way she looks into one's eyes are hypnotizing. I did see a life in a small shell being playing around that I want to capture. It could take me somewhere I wished to be lost about.
All this feeling and experience are like a Spring amidst this Winter. I pray it doesn't end and keeps on walking by my side in the forthcoming seasons and times. I wish to keep marching ahead even if my legs are in pain. I wish I do get to hold her hand and look into her eyes and smile with the feeling that I own her.

Story of my Life (Lyrics & Chords) by One Direction

Story of my life

Artist :One Direction

Capo: 1st Fret

Bm                                                                  D

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

Bm                                                                            D

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

Bm                                           G                                                D

She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones

Bm                                         G                                                 D

It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

                G        A        Bm

And I'll be gone gone tonight

                                    G          A         Bm

The ground beneath my feet is open wide

                                  G             A    Bm

The way that I been holdin' on too tight

                                A

With nothing in between

       D              

The story of my life I take her home

      G                                                      Bm                       

I drive all night to keep her warm and time...

(Bm/G)       D         

Is froooooozen (the story of, the story of)

(D)

The story of my life I give her hope.

     G                                                 Bm

I spend her love until she's broke inside

      G                  D

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

Bm                             G                                           D

Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change

Bm                             G                                             D

Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage

Bm                                       G                                       D

I know that in the mornin' I'll see us in the light upon your ...

Bm                                     G                           D

Although I am broken my heart is untamed still

                 G         A        Bm

And I'll be gone gone tonight

                                  G          A              Bm

The fire beneath my feet is burning bright

                                 G             A       Bm

The way that I been holdin' on so tight

                    A

With nothing in between

      D

The story of my life I take her home

    G                                                        Bm

I drive all night to keep her warm and time...

(Bm)     D

Is frozen (the story of, the story of)

(D)                         

The story of my life I give her hope

    G                                                  Bm

I spend her love until she's broke inside

      G                 D

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

                      Bm                            G         A

And I been waiting for this time to come around

                      Bm                               G                  A

But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds

      D                          

The story of my life I take her home

          G                                                  Bm

I drive all night to keep her warm and time...

(Bm)     D       

Is frozen

      D                              

The story of my life I give her hope (give her hope)

      G                                                Bm

I spend her love until she's broke inside (until she's broke inside)

      G                 D

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

     D                  G

The story of my life

          Bm              G

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

                 D

The story of my life

Cute Little Fairy Tale

In a small peaceful kingdom there lived a King called Midian who had a daughter, a  small princess. She was named Bebo after their goddess of Love but Bebo had no siblings or close friends to play or enjoy with. So the King and Queen gave everything the princess wished. The little princess was loved by all in the Kingdom. When she was 21 the King wished to get her married but our little Bebo would not agree. One day on a trip to a nearby friendly kingdom named Bestletow along with her father, the princess met a prince, a man of her dreams and fell in love with him. He was the popular prince of the decade and he was called Sultan. Days went and their love grew. One fine day our fine princess Bebo told the Queen about her love and indeed they were all happy to hear and get her married. 
      Soon peace was challenged in the Kingdoms nearby and all Kings and soldiers joined together to fight against a cruel ruler who was progressing against them. The princess' love Sultan could not stay back and joined the Midian's army. For days and days went by and the kings, princes and soldiers did not return. The princess grew tired waiting. One day near the garden she met the young son of a poor farmer named David. The princess wanted to play and  asked him to entertain. The poor boy was a musician. He took her to all beautiful places of the kingdom she never had seen and sang along for hours and hours. He kept singing until his nose started to bleed. The princess saw this and stopped him from singing the moment henceforth. But the princess grew happier as days went by. She spent hours every day and loved his company. She took him wherever she went and he was like a puppet in her hands. 
              One day she says to the poor farmer's boy that had not Sultan come in her life first she would have definitely married him. He said if she truly loves him then no hunger can kill them. He promised the princess that he would do whatever he can to keep her happy. But the princess was confused and afraid. She suggested him that the court officials suspect her and told him to leave the Kingdom. The poor farmer's boy sets out of the village to do something. He felt perhaps if he grew as a warrior the King would be proud and happy and give him a chance to prove that he is worthy. The boy went to a very old and skilled master of the age. He took every challenge to be his student and successfully passed all the tests. After 6 months of training the boy was all set to fight with his kingdom's army. He travelled back to kingdom with lots of expectations wondering the King would give him a chance to prove himself. 
              The day came when he reached his Kingdom by the gates when he saw it was all embellished . There were music and joy in the air. As the boy walked through the streets he found the people rejoicing as if it was a festival. As he stood near the gates he watched the princess was getting married to the Sultan. David had made it late. The poor David was silent and shocked. He could not utter a word. People were carrying the Princess on their shoulders back to the Sultan's province. While she passed David, he kneeled and requested to have a word with her. She did not recognize and asked his identity. He said "I am a man born with no powers or wealth and I was asked to dream to be something which I never wished. What purpose does remain when God showed me a dream through the eyes of my love but now has been taken away?". The princess had no replies as she now recognized who he was. She left with no replies and never ever met him in life.  The young boy left the Kingdom with no hopes and purpose to live but he learned something. 
               Dreams are sometimes better to be dreams and be worthy of making it a reality. 

Winning hearts is not that easy....

On 27th of September 2013, it turned out to be different. Not as planned and still heart winning.
It all started more than 2 weeks earlier when I, Jeswin and Tejas were discussing on what songs to sing on Annual day of Ernst & Young GSS Kerala. We did it well. We selected the songs like Pehla Nasha, Nila Nila ( a south Indian melody), Dil se, Pani da (one of my favorites) and Malare Malare (another south Indian hit melody).
     Our group comprised of four female singers and 3 male singers. We had a keyboard, guitar and drums. Devi, Irene, Litty, Jeeja were the female singers. Tejas, myself and Jeswin were the male singers. For 2 weeks we had lots of practice. During these practices we built up confidence and synchronized with each other. We got to know each other more. Then came the day of the screening. We sang, the people around loved it but later many criticisms sprang up. Hearing all this we were literally down. Our confidence built had now fallen. At some point we thought we would not make it.
    A night came. We were in our office as usual for practice. It was past 9 pm and it was time for our dinner. We went to a nearby hotel. It turned out to be the silence breaker. After dinner when we were coming back, Jeswin flew his car. We were yelling and shouting with fun. Something magical happened. That moment onwards we turned lively, it was all smiles till the day of the showdown.
    The biggest nightmare was coming ahead in our journey. It was 27th September morning. We reached the Al Saj convention center around noon. We had our stage rehearsal and we were cool we do it. Everything was in place but yeah, not really everything. I was supposed to play a semi-acoustic guitar and that would be shared from another guy. He was in another group and those guys left the place after their rehearsal. Our program was planned at 6:30pm. I called him and they were 20 miles away from the city. I knew they would not make it. My team started to get nervous. What next?? Tejas then said "we have come this far and we are not turning back!!" Luckily Jeswin had my acoustic guitar in his car. We decided that it is now do or die.
    It is 6:30pm and the announcement takes place. I walk on the stage with my own guitar. We walk and take our place. All set! One .. two.. three... here we go.......

We Rocked !!!! 

Will you wait or keep moving on?

In movies we see this, where the hero or heroine has left their loved one in loneliness and sometimes they even make promise to return. This is just easy in the movies. In the reel life, patience of waiting for the loved one ends in just hours but what about in real life. It is not that real easy.
Your life is one. You do not take birth again. You come and you go. That never repeats. So why wait for someone instead? Keep moving on and on and on... If it is your loved one that keeps you waiting then he/she would not keep you waiting. Your truly loved one would never want you keep waiting.
Things around us are changing in high velocity, not speed though. In this change memories always play their dirty act and will pull you back but it is you, you have to keep moving. You have to tell yourself that there is no waiting and there is no looking back.