tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65389842024-02-28T10:34:10.856+05:30Neways...The blah blah from the gutter...Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-61172052061371610472017-10-30T22:01:00.000+05:302017-10-30T22:01:32.530+05:30Bollywood songs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am not that big a fan of the current genre of Bollywood songs, but there are a couple of products of late that have impressed me a lot.<br />
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One is Saregama Caravan. Such a sleek tape recorder styled music player with preloaded vintage Bollywood classics as well as Ghazals, Hindustani classical music, Sufi songs etc categorized by mood, artist. It is a must have.<br />
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Do check out Smule Sing app if you enjoy karaoke singing. Happy singing!</div>
Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-17330180224630721452015-12-31T16:06:00.001+05:302015-12-31T16:06:30.480+05:30Bye bye 2015<p dir="ltr">Sensation was a daily routine this whole year<br>
As media captured every emotion and every single tear<br>
Parliament witnessed yet another noisy washout<br>
San Bernardino saw a highly tragic shootout<br>
Trump declared Hillary 'schlonged' tickling linguists<br>
Tharoor's attempt at LGBT rights was foiled by sexists<br>
Chennai had spice with Amma food packets<br>
National Herald, DDCA were reported corruption rackets<br>
Modi flew all over taking pit stop at Lahore<br>
Right wingers had a field day with bans galore<br>
Pichai shone as Google rolled up to Alphabet<br>
Europe froze through Paris shootings and subsequent terror threat<br>
Cricket World cup went once again to Australia<br>
Islamophobia was a wrong reaction to ISISmania<br>
As India was just hoping to see a re-entry of Maggi<br>
Noodle business attracted every self-proclaimed yogi<br>
Net neutrality gave a tough fight to Free Basics<br>
Media discussed India's tolerance to Christians, Muslims and Sikhs<br>
Driverless car was declared the merciless killer<br>
The Force awakened as world witnessed another thriller<br>
As 2016 promises positive changes to life<br>
Hope world comes out of misery and <u>strife</u></p>
Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-11147204062573903392015-11-28T01:32:00.001+05:302015-11-28T01:32:29.073+05:30Liberation<p dir="ltr"><u>Let</u> there be a world<br>
where truth be told in its entirety<br>
where layers of masks hiding cowardice<br>
don't suppress beautiful innocence by sheer power<br>
where a spade is called a spade<br>
and a mirror not mocked at for its fragility<br>
where inner beauty is handled with care<br>
and true purpose of life is uplifted,<br>
inspiration fills hearts with abundance,<br>
hope turns to reality,<br>
head bows in humility to the boundless divinity heart is,<br>
foundation of future built by sweat and blood of the courageous<br>
holds strong the breeding home for powerful and beautiful dreams,<br>
imagination permeates peaceful skies.<br>
Let there be such a world<br>
that let's life flower from within.</p>
Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-10895243260530438082012-12-03T20:33:00.000+05:302012-12-03T20:36:12.008+05:303 threads unrelated to 'Elephants'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi, Time flies, but like an elephant at times. <br><br>There was this competition titled 'Irrelevant Conversations' that we used to have at our institute and the idea was - 2 participants sat facing each other and they both had to say one sentence each which was in no way related to what the other guy had just said. <br><br>My sister taught me verbally how to make a roti so I am going to try it some time this week. <br><br>I haven't blogged for some time now so I better make a come back now. <br><br>And in this competition I am talking about, you are not allowed to repeat a statement you made at least for 3 times. <br><br>I have watched enough of masterchef reality shows on TV but haven't learned anything till now. <br><br>Writing to me is a passion, like elephants (the toys they make) are to Kavya and my mom. <br><br>One guy who participated in this competition used to make stupid statements like "Elephants are flying backwards nowadays". <br><br>I have seen chefs cook every living being on 'Masterchef Australia' excluding probably an Elephant.</div>
Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-41109434346505180312011-03-27T10:17:00.003+05:302011-03-27T10:28:47.874+05:30A song on Ricky<div align="left"><em>Original song lyrics are at </em><a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/dire+straits/romeo+juliet_20040674.html"><em>http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/dire+straits/romeo+juliet_20040674.html</em></a><em> You would love it if you know the tune as well. It’s a beautiful song by Dire Strait btw. </em><br /><div align="center">A dumbstruck Ricky cries aloud at Yuvraj <br /><div align="center">Laying Australians low with a stupid team that he chose <br /><div align="center">Finds a convenient floodlight steps out of the pitch <br /><div align="center">Says something like 'I am from the land of the biggest b^*ch' <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Gayle says hey it's Ricky you nearly gimme a heart attack <br /><div align="center">Ricky's at the check-in counter Gayle says am at Security check <br /><div align="center">You shouldn't cry around here cursing at Indians like that <br /><div align="center">Anyway what you gonna do about it? <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Gayle the pitch was tampered from the start <br /><div align="center">And I bet the umpire was rewarded for his part <br /><div align="center">And I hate the Yuvi's bat <br /><div align="center">They r gonna realise it was just that the cup was fixed Chris Gayle! <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">We both are from different teams they both were teams of shame <br /><div align="center">Both dirty both mean yes and the captains were just the same <br /><div align="center">And I dreamed the world cup again and it proved to be so unreal <br /><div align="center">How can you look at me as if I was a school boy who lost a game? <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Where they chant Sachin's name and enjoy Yuvi's game <br /><div align="center">they even loved the Irish and the Kenyan school boys the same <br /><div align="center">They booed me everyday they booed my sh&* out of me <br /><div align="center">Now they just say Oh Ricky yeah you know he used to have a bat with him <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Gayle when I batted they used to cry <br /><div align="center">My shots reached the stars above the ball would always fly <br /><div align="center">There's a place for us you know the commentary box <br /><div align="center">When r they gonna realise it was just that we grew so old Chris Gayle!! <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">I can't do the commentary like they talk on TV <br /><div align="center">And I can't do a commercial the way it's meant to be <br /><div align="center">I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you <br /><div align="center">I can't do anything except carry luggage for you <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">And all I do is miss my bat and the way it used to hit <br /><div align="center">All I do is leave the ball and look at the broken wicket <br /><div align="center">All I do is criticize the giants of IPL <br /><div align="center">Gayle I'd do umpiring with you any time <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Gayle when I batted they used to cry <br /><div align="center">My shots reached the stars above the ball would always fly <br /><div align="center">There's a place for us you know the commentary box <br /><div align="center">When r they gonna realise it was just that we grew so old Chris Gayle!! <br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">A dumbstruck Ricky cries aloud at Yuvraj <br /><div align="center">Laying Australians low with a stupid team that he chose <br /><div align="center">Finds a convenient floodlight steps out of the pitch <br /><div align="center">Says something like 'I am from the land of the biggest b^*ch'</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-41823195856540712022009-11-01T04:00:00.002+05:302009-11-01T04:07:18.051+05:30The new SriniHi,<br /><br />I will leave the crap like - It has been really long since I posted on my blog and blah blah..., and come straight to the point. Well the point is - I really don't know. Jokes apart, my personality changed a lot over the last few months and I expect that to reflect in my blog posts and hence my old fans (if at all there are any) may find me different. Don't worry - the Rajnikanth who has so far stolen your hearts will not let you down with a stupid hairstyle or a mellowed down style statement. Life's twists and turns have properly grinded the old Srini and a new complex human being (social animal) has resulted from these circumstances. While the sensitive, romantic, philanthropic side of Srini's personality has made some new profound discoveries, the thinking, scheming, strategizing side of him has provided him good justification to support the greedy, obsessive and other nutcase aspects of his personality. grins grins grins... In any case keep watching this space for posts of more variety, depth, heights, blah blah... I am sure I will not disappoint you with the same selfish crap I have written here every time. Although the narcissitic side of me does show up every now and then and being a bearer of the body that hosts the ego, I have to do enough justice to that wild animal that resides in me. OK, enough crap for the day... C ya good nite....Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-11031272678161728522008-11-02T18:13:00.001+05:302008-11-02T18:19:51.500+05:30LovestruckLying on the sand, looking at the skies<br />the waves of the ocean tickling my thighs<br /><br />crescent moon lying in the middle of the stars<br />descending to kiss me in the late night hours<br /><br />the calm of the night, the kiss of the breeze<br />the dance of the stems of the mahogany trees<br /><br />the beauty on earth and the wonders above<br />fill my heart to the brim with loveSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-46560701328726234892008-11-02T18:12:00.001+05:302008-11-02T18:20:44.145+05:30RaindropsRaindrops raindrops falling from the heavens<br />pearls of the blue sky splashing on the ovens<br /><br />Flirting with the flowers, dirtying the towers<br />pouring on the covers, engaging the lovers<br /><br />the showers of the heaven hit the tins of the town<br />the winds of the ocean broke the silence of the noonSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-79595977180503336622008-11-02T18:08:00.002+05:302008-11-02T18:12:24.675+05:30Life's LessonsLife taught me lessons<br />when I least wanted them<br />the more I sought the riches<br />the poorer I became<br /><br />Never was I loved<br />by the angels of my past<br />to the demons had I bowed<br />to get the pride lost<br /><br />Curt was the voice<br />the intent was to hurt<br />my heart stupid coward<br />had to deal with the dirt<br /><br />the tears dried on my cheeks<br />the feelings emptied out<br />my fears reached their peaks<br />I was totally worn out<br /><br />What ensued was peace<br />and a lot of earthly warmth<br />as I was brought to my knees<br />my mind lost its charms<br /><br />Freed was my soul<br />from the vanities it owned<br />greed was the sinner<br />that got itself stonedSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-78111521330385291772008-11-01T19:05:00.001+05:302008-11-01T19:08:03.264+05:30BallHomesHi,<br /><br />I came across this website - <a href="http://www.ballhomes.com/">http://www.ballhomes.com/</a>. As a marketing enthusiast, I liked one particular point on this website. The fact that they avoid the shifting of home twice is what I find most attractive. When you study marketing you are told that the more the value you provide to the customer, the more will be customer satisfaction. <a href="http://www.ballhomes.com/">http://www.ballhomes.com/</a> handles the responsibility of selling your old home and will help you close the negotiation on the same day you purchase your new Ball Home. Another interesting point is the fact that <a href="http://www.ballhomes.com/">http://www.ballhomes.com/</a> concentrates on only one state - Kentucky. It is debatable whether such restriction might halt the future growth of the company. But, concentrating on one particular locality will definitely help the company provide better service to its customers.Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-77687931728819474212008-09-10T11:51:00.000+05:302008-09-10T11:52:47.050+05:30StreetwalkerI was walking down the road<br />in a strange mood, bored<br />as cars honked 'Pom pom'<br />I followed no norm<br /><br />I was irking everyone<br />blocking every turn<br />I laughed my heart out<br />I heeded no shout<br /><br />I was tickling my inside<br />not letting a happy ride<br />I made them stand by<br />and jus killed their joy<br /><br />I jus like to have fun<br />you seem to be the wrong one<br />honking shouting crying<br />I'll be this till I am dying... ha ha ha....Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-18308456295330051812008-05-20T18:28:00.000+05:302008-05-20T18:30:35.875+05:30Rat Race<div align="center">I cry every day over my fate<br />that has not given me<br />the fame of the winner<br />the money of the sinner<br />the respect a legend claims<br />the attention a champion gets<br /><br />There were moments in my life<br />when they did touch me<br />as I tried to grab them<br />they escaped from my grip<br />like thin air<br />those moments still remain<br />in my memory<br /><br />Can I get back there?<br />Do I need to? Has<br />my purpose changed?<br />Have I changed?<br />GOD gives me no answers<br />the questions prick my conscience<br />that delves on the guilt<br />built over the remains<br />of the confusion<br />over the minutes wasted<br /><br />HE shows me the sufferings<br />of the world and tells me<br />from inside -<br />"They are my children too,<br />they too deserve the bread you eat<br />they too need the clothes"<br />As the words prick my conscience<br />and I suffer from guilt<br />built over my helplessness<br />the legs that can move<br />the hands that can touch<br />the eyes that can shed tears<br />are bound by the jealousy<br />the peer pressure that pushes me<br />to mount the everest never reached<br />and wave to the crowd<br />as the brethren who needed my attention<br />bury deep in misery<br /><br />Blessed are those<br />who found a way out<br />out of the rat race<br />the stinking stupid despicable hunt<br />to build castles<br />over the remains of the needy</div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-51441837842880989392008-05-20T17:27:00.002+05:302008-05-20T17:50:59.798+05:30An Attempt<div align="left">Hi,<br /><br />I just read <a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20080050394&ch=5/20/2008%202:42:00%20PM">this article</a> and thought I should write something. Below is an attempt:<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Lost in the pace of life<br />mourning over someone else's gain<br />jealous to the core<br />wearing the mask of competitiveness<br />I kill the world<br />unaware of the harm I do<br />the cars I buy<br />the hours I ride<br /><br /><br />I lost my love for the air<br />the air that lets me live<br />I pollute it<br />and throw the blame<br />on to the government<br />that runs politics politically<br />onto the corporate<br />that runs its business<br />what am I doing?<br />dying a martyr's death?<br />or living a coward's life?<br />where lies the solution?<br />At the policy level?<br />Or at the grass roots level?<br /><br /><br />the solution lies with us<br />with each one of us<br />live we should our ideals<br />at least a few of them<br />and spread the word<br />to those who listen<br />world is not dead<br />until there is love<br />and care and compassion<br />until there are people<br />who die to let others live<br />people who spread cheer<br />who spread the message<br />that believes in the belief<br />that life lies beyond the lies we live<br /></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-43080071325131098462008-04-30T14:05:00.000+05:302008-04-30T14:11:41.340+05:30Never BlindNever blind I was in my heart<br />never was I crippled in my thought<br /><br />My eyes can't see, my heart sure can<br />feel the nature and its beauty hidden<br /><br />Sing I can with my heart divine<br />the song written by my purest mind<br /><br />Pure you should be deep within<br />live not blind with your eyes openSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-69443034127256831592008-04-23T14:42:00.002+05:302008-04-23T14:44:52.784+05:30Soul Transcended<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">He said to the Guru '<br />I confess I sinned<br />I lied to the world<br />I misbehaved with children<br />I raped females<br />I killed people<br />I ate the flesh<br />I sought pleasures despicable<br />I deserve to be punished<br />to be cut to pieces<br />by the sword of God<br />I deserve to be humiliated<br />beaten out of breath<br />stoned till death<br />Hey Guru! The disciple of God<br />Bestow upon my head thy sacred foot<br />and crush me beneath the sand<br />send me to the hell I deserve'</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The Guru spoke 'I bow to thee<br />pure soul is thine<br />that accepts with utter humility<br />the sins it committed<br />the material life it lived<br />the meaningless material life it has given up<br />the soul that has ascended<br />the highest summit surmountable<br />that has placed itself to sacrifice<br />in repentance of the sins committed<br />past is the life lived<br />All I can do is bow in front of thee<br />forgive I can't the divine present in you<br />blessed is thy soul transcended'</span></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-42671088258356052942008-04-22T12:34:00.002+05:302008-04-22T12:36:10.354+05:30Meditation<div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">All my life I asked myself<br />what is the purpose of life<br />should I have a goal to attain<br />to reach the unreachable summit<br />to save the planet from forces evil<br />to spread His message among people<br />why should I live?<br />to rearrange the pieces on the planet<br />and build a palace of dreams?<br />to heal people? to serve them<br />to give them a helping hand in the hour of need?<br />Is this why I am born?<br /><br /><br />All these create commotion in me<br />they agitate me they make me want to shout<br />they make me want to cry out loud<br />I wish to sit in silence and help myself<br />I wish to help myself fight out the commotion<br />the agitation - the wish to cry out loud<br />I wish to sit in peace under the tree<br />of enlightenment and relax to prepare myself<br />for another war that needs to be waged<br />the war is what is the purpose of life<br />that is what the world makes me think<br />as I relax and meditate, I give up thoughts<br />I give up desire - the commotion<br />the agitation caused by attachment<br />to that which never belonged to me<br />I gave up the purpose that never was one<br />I sat in silence under the bodhi vriksha<br />seeking in silence, in deep contemplation<br />the true purpose that made life meaningful<br />as I searched for the meaning of the meaning<br /><br /><br />enlightenment dawned upon me<br />the path is the destiny<br />the silence the end of the war<br />was never the means to wage the war<br />the war you fight to attain peace<br />should die the suffering should end<br />the deepest of your self belongs to none<br />you are not the shallow you<br />that sees with eyes, lusts for the skin<br />that finds happiness in dollars<br />the depth is deeper<br />yet to be explored, to be explored by you<br />the ocean of joy is there for you to swim<br />the contentment in sacrifice<br />the freedom in commitment<br />are all yours - the qualities divine</span></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-59436034697664102102008-04-22T12:29:00.001+05:302008-04-22T12:33:42.121+05:30Life ends<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Silence so gross<br />violence in the eyes<br />breath sharp biting<br />thoughts ignited<br />feelings suppressed<br />yet silently expressed<br />expressed the best<br />as air filled the chest<br />lips closed n dry<br />nose sharp n pointed<br />forehead scarred<br />ears fuming red hot<br />hands trembling<br />ready to kill<br />with authority<br />he sucks in air<br />looks up with rage<br />tongue dances<br />and with a striking force<br />lashes the whip<br />life ends</span></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-72798905393171322752008-04-03T17:48:00.000+05:302008-04-03T17:49:32.249+05:30Open upOpen up, tell me the truths<br />tell me the lies you lied<br />tell me the life you lived<br />I wanna see, I wanna hear<br />I wanna feel the feelings you feel<br />that you do not reveal<br />Tell me the moments that made you live<br />live life to the fullest measure<br />to the measure unmeasurable<br />reveal thyself, reveal thy heart<br />reveal the heart inside thy heart<br />tear open thy wounds<br />wounds that kept you wound<br />that never let you open<br />that never let you sleep<br />let them rest, speak up<br /><br />Open up the windows<br />the windows that have bound you<br />the windows tight that make you stink within<br />open them, let the fresh air in<br />it won't choke you, it won't kill you<br />it will heal you and it will fill you<br />unlock yourself, unwind yourself<br />a hearty smile is what you need<br />do not hold tight<br />to the dearest of your secrets<br />uncover them, reveal them<br />and celebrate the happiness the joy<br />of living nakedSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-24854592695868309522008-04-02T17:49:00.001+05:302008-04-02T17:53:10.341+05:30Srini QuotesThere is no end to love<br />there is no beginning<br />when did your Mom start loving you<br />when will she stop<br />what ends is not love<br />what starts is not love<br />love is eternal<br />You always had love<br />You live in love, you die in love<br />What you call love is just a game<br />A game of infatuation<br />A game of egoes<br />Love is what you are<br />Love is your very natureSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-50810382730545713602008-03-21T11:37:00.000+05:302008-03-21T11:40:09.703+05:30AngerThey hit me, they kicked me<br />they stripped me, they humiliated me<br />the rage inside me was seething<br />as I kept breathing<br />the anger, the suppressed repressed emotion<br />aiming to burn them to ashes<br />it burnt my feelings<br />my feelings of affection and love<br />to my fellow beings<br />the respect I show<br />the joy I experience<br />when I feel at home<br />with people<br />kith and kin<br />my brethren<br />was burning<br />hatred crept in<br />it throve on the fire<br />burnt them-the feelings I attach to them<br />in me, within me<br />it burnt my insides<br />it burnt me<br />in the past I lived<br />hating them-the feelings I attach to them<br />as moments passed<br />when I realised<br />I realised my love for them<br />despite their cruelty<br />the innocent cruelty<br />the babies in them<br />that hit me, kicked me<br />stripped me<br />the babies that found joy<br />in the silliness of it all<br />the baby in me<br />that burnt them-the feelings I attach to them<br />within me<br />the feelings so sacred, so divine<br />the memory of the feelings remained<br />the feelings remained<br />deep within my soul<br />feelings that say<br />I love them the innocent onesSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-17075795822172890432008-03-17T15:30:00.001+05:302008-03-25T11:44:50.567+05:30Who Am IAm I the body<br />the hands and limbs<br />moving randomly<br />Am I the act of a playwright<br />Am I the script<br />that is neatly woven<br />with the thread of emotions<br />by the needle of memories<br />Am I a part of the play<br />the play that maketh life<br />Am I the audience<br />the eye<br />that sees that hears<br />that experiences fully<br />every twist and turn of the play<br />Am I the spark behind the eye<br />that glows when it meets the eye<br />Am I the mirror<br />nature has created for itself<br />to reveal itself<br />to itself<br />Am I the mindless explorer<br />exploring himself<br />Am I the thoughts that maketh the mind<br />the mind of the explorer<br />Am I the abstract<br />the answer to all the questions<br />Am I the question itself<br />the question that seeks an answer<br />but needs no answer<br />that knows but shies<br />that knows what it doesn't know<br />Am I the mystery that hides it all<br />and smiles in ecstasy<br />Am I the love<br />the love that smiles<br />the love that hides<br />from the explorer<br />the innocent one<br />who reserves his smiles<br />in search of the truth<br />and travels miles<br />as the truth smilesSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-10633021117847709572008-03-17T14:15:00.001+05:302008-03-17T16:20:44.558+05:30Colorful dreamEyes closed I was<br />Middle of the night, the light was off<br />the show began<br />colours sprang in my thoughts<br />dull was the day life<br />filled with strife<br />my soul came alive<br />saw the drama<br />the drama of life<br />as it never was lived<br />but can only be dreamed<br />in the dream<br />dream uncolored by the reality<br />the reality that fails to recognise<br />to recognise what is real<br />that fails to see with eyes open<br />that fails to hear<br />the deafening silence<br />silence that is deafening<br />the license<br />to open up, to forget self<br />to jump<br />to sing and dance<br />to soak itself<br />in the colors<br />the colors that fill my dreams<br />dream I will<br />the colorful dreamSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-47302651667647132722008-02-19T16:11:00.001+05:302008-02-19T16:15:22.296+05:30You... filthy...Hey you, the cool dude in a pair of jeans<br />the dude who likes to win by all means<br /><br />Drugged by comforts, intoxicated with desire<br />wearing the wrinkled ugly despicable smile<br /><br />Stop the nonsense, enough of your bullshit<br />walk straight you horrible culprit<br /><br />Look into the mirror, you will vomit on it<br />what have you made of the God's gift<br /><br />Don't talk about politics you never did vote<br />the bastards that rule us, are better than you whore<br /><br />Listen to shit music, if you can't sing, fake<br />our culture and values are not your cake<br /><br />Squeeze your brains, dung is what will come out<br />Shut your mouth, you lost your right to shout<br /><br />Stop pestering people to get the stupid H1B<br />Listen to the inner voice, be what you wanna be<br /><br />What have you done to the society that put up with you<br />that gave you the education that you very gladly chew<br /><br />Hitting the keyboard is all you have learnt<br />All the degrees you got, they better be burnt<br /><br />Do something good, come out of your dirty sleep<br />Offer your shoulders to the eyes that weep<br /><br />Be a hero and make your mom proud<br />Stand up on your feet above the crowd<br /><br />Make a difference, break the barriers<br />Turn the lazy bums into great warriors<br /><br />Like a warrior, go fight for peace<br />to the umpteen slaves, bring justice<br /><br />Only then can you ask God for favours<br />when you have given up all that is yoursSrinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-48694939356109862952008-02-19T15:13:00.001+05:302008-02-19T15:16:44.752+05:30A song to you!<div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Hey stranger, another one with two beautiful eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">I wanna say to you something extremely nice</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Has anyone ever sung you a beautiful song</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">A song that never finds you ever wrong</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">A song that loves you as you are as you wanna be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">that shows you life the way your eyes wanna see</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">the way your ears wanna hear, your heart wanna feel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">the way you wanted it ever itself to reveal</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">A song that loves you, loves all about you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">a song that bows in front of the divine you</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">A song that makes you wanna smile from deep within</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">that makes you forget the sorrow that has crept in</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Pay for the song with that innocent smile on your eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">God's gift it is that never does a harm, that knows no vice</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">If you ever were to cry, listen to this beautiful song</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">to you and only to you, do I belong</span></div>Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538984.post-4238219213761755542008-02-07T18:57:00.000+05:302008-02-07T19:01:56.990+05:30Obama-maniaHi,<br /><br />If you know a little bit of me, you would know who I would support for the presidential contest that is going on in US. Of course, the gigantic, the fearless, the charismatic, the one and only Barack Obama. Read the entire story on this link <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uselections08/barackobama/story/0,,2066992,00.html">http://www.guardian.co.uk/uselections08/barackobama/story/0,,2066992,00.html</a> . I had watched the video on youtube (don't have the link but you can easily get it if you type in Obama 2004 democratic party convention). He is ammmmazzzing, I never saw anyone spreading the message of hope so effectively as Obama. Most of his speeches are marked with the ecstasy of the crowds marked by some radical statements made by Obama.<br /><br />Although his appeal for 'United States of America' is very USA specific, somehow I feel the entire world senses a lot of hope with his arrival into the US political arena. I really do not know the nitty gritties involved in the US primary elections, caucuses, etc, but I know he does have a strong contender in the name of Hillary Clinton. Any other day, when a name like Obama had not become this popular, Hillary would have been a sure-shot candidate for the US presidentship. But I am sure America would not want to lose out on the charismatic leadership of Obama and would probably reserve the next tenure for Hillary.Srinivashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04329025729901739155noreply@blogger.com0