remembering MJ...

Yes, some people never die....

IT’S MJ’S 53^RD BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! And who can ever forget his sequin gloves, socks,jackets and pants, penny loafers,FEDORA and MOONWALK!?

 Hope he is happy up there, and still moon walking, making the place, a real rocking heaven J

HE NEVER GETS OLDER BUT ONLY DEARER TO EVERYONE AROUND THE GLOBE!!

The song of a soul.

Free from my transient tomb,

Where I was enchained,

here I am, the immortal me,

floating over this azure ocean, under the moon light,

like a serene feather in the zephyr…

Even in her darkest hours,

Rich yet elegant is she, young nature…

Her splendor enthralling me, dazing me, even a void soul….

Ah! How well have thee painted the world,

with thy colours of nature…

As these glittering stars, and this silent night

lull me now

alone, alone and alone I glide,

losing my way to heaven….

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

“Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose and commit myself to what is best for me” - Paulo Coelho in "The Zahir"

Happy Independence Day to all my brothers and sisters!
We remember that our freedom struggle was fought and won, not by force or bloodshed but through the noble principles of truth and non-violence. It was a unique movement in the history of freedom struggles that won us the admiration of the whole world. The freedom that we enjoy today has stories of hard struggles, and miseries behind it. Let us not forget that and let us salute those brave warriors who loved their country more than their lives.
“My mother, your mother, is our mother, Mother India”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Here is the historic speech given by Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru as India’s first prime minister, in Delhi at mid night on August 14 .1947.His was the first voice of independent India.

“At the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, then an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity.

At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her successes and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again.

The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future?

Freedom and power bring responsibility. That responsibility rests upon this assembly, a sovereign body representing the sovereign people of India. Before the birth of freedom we have endured all the pains of labour and our hearts are heavy with the memory of this sorrow. Some of those pains continue even now.

Nevertheless, the past is over and it is the future that beckons to us now.

That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we might fulfill the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today. The service of India means the service of the millions who suffer. It means the ending of poverty and ignorance and disease and inequality of opportunity. The ambition of the greatest man of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us but so long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.

And so we have to labor and to work, and work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagines that it can live apart. Peace has been said to be indivisible, so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this one world that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.

To the people of India whose representatives we are, we make appeal to join us with faith and confidence in this great adventure. This is no time for petty and destructive criticism, no time for ill-will or blaming others. We have to build the noble mansion of free India where all her children may dwell."

Here is a beautiful poem on India by Rabindra Nath Tagore.

“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by
narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is lead forward by thee
into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,
let my country awake."

-FROM GEETANJALI, BY RABINDRA NATH TAGORE

JAI HIND!!!:)Let the flag fly high forever! Vande MaatharamJ

When it rains....

Hello everyone! Now, before I start I want you all to imagine this…

It’s a Friday evening. you are alone at your house. Its raining heavily outside, the sky is all dark with the big black clouds. you are lying on your divan  which is near to the window, facing the sky…the curtains are all flying so is your hair.  In that dark evening, you lie there cuddling your pillow. You are reading a book listening to your favourite melody number in your iPod, occasionally sipping the hot cappuccino.

There is a cool breeze that chills both your body and mind, lightning and thunder, smileys and names on the frosted window glass, the inexpressible joy that enwraps your heart….. Altogether a romantic, melancholic, nostalgic, happy feeling runs through you

WOW!!! This- is- called- HEAVEN!!!

I love rain .well who doesn’t???

When it rains, of course it’s my childhood days, that come running to my mind….As I have told you in my previous posts, we lived in a traditional mansion there in Kerala.

when it rained it used to be such a pleasure to listen to the raindrops rapping the roofs. there always was a rhythmic pattern for that .that was because the roofing of such houses  are  actually done with red brick tiles… And I still remember how me and my sis used to play in the rain ,making paper boats and screaming along with the thunder.

And we have a big temple tank just in front of our house in my hometown and the sight of the tank getting filled with the rain water is another beautiful sight I would die for to see. The transparency of the water will just astonish anyone..you can see a picture of the tank here:_

The house you see on the opposite bank is my cousin's and ours was just behind it:)

The water level usually reaches a dangerous point during the monsoon. I still remember the day when I was young and went for a swim in one of the rainy days with my sis and cousins nearly drowned! It was really scary! But truly awesom

There it rained continuously without a break. If it stopped in between, we used to run   towards the small trees in front of our house. with our little hands half hugging the little trees, we used to shake them with all our strength and what a bliss it was to feel the tiny raindrops on our face! We used to walk bare footed on the wet grass and the damp soil and have never felt it yucky because it just cannot be!:)

starting from the black clouds, petrichor,rainbows, everything about rain was so special... oh how I miss them all now……L…here it doesn’t even rain properly! SeriouslyL

Whether little Johnny wanted to play or not, the monsoon hits Kerala, on time, every time….but here it simply wont rain. guess the clouds here are a lot more happier, otherwise why aren’t they crying?;(:P

Where did july go?

“July, July where are you?

When did you come and when did you go?”

Oh my god! It’s already august third! I simply can’t believe it! where did July go? I checked the calendar and yes July was thereJbut it seems to me like a dream,like a mystery…

 Wait! OH! 7 months have already passed since the birth of 2011!

Wow! That’s absolutely wonderful if you ask me. Bet many like me love it when time flies.

The first and foremost reason why I love it, is that I simply want to grow up because I am tired of this school life and truly fed up with these elders.

Elders seriously have many misconceptions about teenagers. Well, I know everyone one has this idea that- teenage means immaturity and a teenager is neither a kid nor an adult ,but believe me, times have changed. A teenager is only a teenager physically now, not mentally anymore. (There can be exceptions however;) no no no. its NOT the other way round.)

You know,here, one of the problems these elders have is that…. okay some of the elders have this problem. When we try to convey logic, when some problem arises, they chew us out by telling “enough! now stop retrorting!you don’t have any respect towards the elders!”

how ridiculous! How can they be always right? They forget that they are living in a totally different era. see even John Keats said that “child is the father of a man” J

I am Absolutely thirsty for liberty ! I wanna lance the various, stupid, restrictions with my fangs and drink the freedom. I wanna lead a life in my style, according to my principles and give life to my dreams.

So for that the time must fly and am Happy that my prayer is being answered!

So time is no more flying on wings but traveling in a supersonic jet! Yippee!

P.S: By the way, when did July come and go?? Does any one know?

Okay let’s ask her when she comes next year: P

thankyou!

I Thank faye,an awesome blogger for this beautiful award she has given me

J

RULES:_

- Thank the person who gave you this award

- Write a post about it

- Answer the questions below

- Pass it on to bloggers who you think really deserve it and send them message to let them know.

1. Favorite colors: Red,black,blue,lavender

2. Favorite animal: I like each one for its own unique quality.

3.  Favorite number:7

4.Something you always wear with you and identifies you:                    hmmm. ..nothing like that.

5.  What’s your passion?: English,music..etc

6. Getting or giving presents? : 60% Giving and 40%getting presents;)        

7.Favorite day of the week: Saturday

 I wanna pass on this award to the following amazing bloggers.Their blogs have always served as a source of inspiration,happiness and much more,for me.

1.Sneha-( my classmate ,friend, and an excellent blogger)

2.Andy-(a wonderful poet.love all his poems!)

3.Baiba-(a friend,sweet blogger and an avid follower of mine)

4. Melynda (what can I say about her??an enthusiastic, happy lady)

5.Elisa (strong lady ,and a great blogger)

6.Yvonne ( zealous blogger and another awesome poet)

7.Jesayka (my friend and a superb blogger)
   

8. Deeps ( a truly amazing and philosophical blogger)

Have a good day everyone:)