Unlimited Freshness ...

Monday, November 21, 2005


Bright morning after the rain.

It should be good to pick words, form sentences and speak about what you are feeling. And after it has left your mouth, as it hangs around in the air, still be able to feel that thats indeed what you are feeling. And have someone listen to you.

Its good to try and learn to speak your mind. Sometimes, it will make everything feel much better to everyone than when you try to doctor things around.

I may not know how life should be, as clearly as I used to. But it can be .... an unlimited freshness.

Love .. Fun .. Life ...

Saturday, November 05, 2005



Wallowing in the great rolling ocean inhabited with the countless fish of many-faceted half truths, he looked up and saw wisdom. They were shaped like shining drops, dripping down from the kindness of the blue sky. He eagerly listened, for them to reveal the deeper beauty of love, of having fun, of life. The drops struck water and poppled in joy. He wanted to tell them about that which he was seeking, from when he was a kid.



  -- Gurusagaram, O. V. Vijayan.

Electric Blue ...

Saturday, November 05, 2005



Why would I want to watch FTV ? :-D

No, I don't think its just for ogling at the not so infrequent flash of skin, but rather something more enticing. More often than not, that fresh looking young girl walking down with brisk movements, in sync with rhythmic beats, and clad in chic wraps exudes a lot of energy. At times almost to the level that you can literally feel it in your heart.

Raining Change ...

Friday, November 04, 2005


Flying termites in a wet nightfall.

Change is like rain, everywhere, flowing down from the invisible. The endless droplets crashing and splashing, forming puddles, streams, rivers and bottomless oceans.

That makes things to squeeze out from cold earth, to flex dainty wings and hop up in search for unknown suns. That lets a man going up in a hot air balloon see the flat world bending and rolling up into a huge ball miles down. That lets the night fliers leave no shadows.