A Note of Gratitude

Through the heat of your rightful anger at times, 

Thank you for the affection that still had room for me.

Through the clarity of your open thoughts, 

Thank you for being an earnest soul that simply wanted to be understood.

Through the love that endured our disagreements, 

Thank you for the patient resolve to remain by my side.

Through your gentle, hesitant guidance, 

Thank you for the heart that looked out for me always!

Through the grace to overlook my faltering steps, 

Thank you for wanting nothing but my good.

Through the timeless joy of our days together, 

Thank you for your true and unwavering friendship.

Though our times together will be cut short and brief,

The gratitude lingers on. 

The adoration lingers on .

The love without bounds lingers on.

 

To Sunrises and Sunrisers

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun
light up this vast, beautiful world,
they revived our fragile spirits,
warming our hearts and lifting the mood—
making every moment feel alive.

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun,
we knew there is so much that unites us,
unveiling the sisterhood
that dwelled deep within,
building boundless joy and beautiful memories.

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun,
we rest assured
even the mighty sun may set every day,
but the bond we’ve formed
will hold steady, endless, eternal.

"

Just as we watched the rays of the rising sun, 
may we forever be grateful for this companionship. 
May we always continue together 
and say cheers to all of us 

" - From C

Sister Crown

The unsaid love,
the visible tiffs,
tiny, delightful memories
that warm the heart even in dreary days.

Time flew by,
paths forked,
our moments together grew rare.
Missing each other became routine.

Unsaid love became loud and well expressed
yet it never felt enough.
Somewhere inside,
I always knew,
I will never have another
who loves me as deeply,

as warmly,
as quietly,
as you do.

I will forever count myself
a proud sister to you.

Straight from the Heart

May be I am not your first friend

But I hope to stay far past the end

May be I don't resonate with you always
But I always try to understand

May be I m not the sweetest soul
But I try to listen and learn 

May be I am meddlesome and intense
But  all forms of love is always past all pretense

May be I sound I like I compare
But it is only for me to get better, as i truly care

May be I always ask for more
Not because i expect but because you are joy to the core

May be I will never be your best
But I hope to always stand by you through the worst

Kinky boots

I write about things that are close to my heart or the ones that challenges my perspective on something. One such is the unconventional or less-conventional choices people make and the minimal to null external validation that they receive for making one such.

While there are so many examples I can cite to discuss this, Courtship and marriage tops the list as it is considered to have a significant impact in how a person’s adult life shapes up and the emphasis put on it specially in India, the country I grew up in. While I am by no means against the idea of marriage or partnership, I just wonder if it should it be the defacto choice for everyone.

Additionally, Indian marriage system also thrives in the idea of matchmaking, setting up two people of opposite sex primarily directly for marriage earlier and for courtship and marriage in the present ‘modern’ days. Again, I am personally not against the system and have been lucky enough to find someone to call them company for a lifetime. But just because it exists, should everyone take a stride on it. While I would not want to delve deep into pros and cons of matchmaking, I can say for sure, not everyone enjoys the process although it is just a means to the happy ending or what we hope to be happily-ever-after. Is it wise to place so much emphasis on the romantic bond or it is just that people are so used to tried and tested ways of living life that everything else seems wacky.

I understand humans are wired to be socially inclined and enjoy the connections and companionship, they make all through their life despite the complex nature of relationships. Would this mean, everyone are compelled to make an attempt to find their romantic-connection one way or other just because the world around them follows that order. If they don’t why is it always hard for the people around them to support or give the much-needed reassurance for the path, they would like to navigate through unless they are the very close-knit relationships. Even the closest family comes under the pressure to convince the person to stick to conventional wisdom as they are forced to believe that is the way to go to avoid the umpteen concerned- critics in the form of extended family and friends.

With all due respect to the genuine concerns around how the less-chartered waters could backfire and hurt that very person they truly care for, aren't we forgetting. that friends and family exist because we help in times of need, support the choices an individual makes obviously after gently suggesting opinions and providing perspectives so the individual makes an informed decision.

Ironically, the stark reality seems to be that the selfless world that cares about other people so much also would like them to confirm to their beliefs. The line between gentle suggestions and forceful imposition royally burns resulting in strong critics. Is it because the life of their extended family or a friend would end up having atypical problems that they can’t solve or the possibility that they would have a happily-ever-after without significant other does not look appealing enough.

Conclusively or not so conclusively as it feels to me I am tempted to question the very frame of human thought process - Are people without self-realization stay opinionated and judgmental , although convincing themselves that they are progressive and open-minded. Why can’t someone generally be open to the unique individualist world . Maybe it will open up the world to some more interesting possibilities than the mundane rigor of offering un-sought solutions to others’ typical problems. Why should kinky boots always be frowned upon.

Perhaps, I am being way too cynical than needed but a challenge to this perspective is what I look forward to.

To A

It was not the first time we met

not the first kiss when you held me close

Not the first trip together

not the first time we slept together

not when you gave me the tall and mighty surprises

but when you took me all in

when i was not myself

took the tantrums, the pain i grew to be

took in all the sulking

the bad decisions that followed

and waited till i came back to my senses

I knew that true love exists 

And i found one myself

MY MOST FAVOURITE MAIL
Its 7 : 30 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ... well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to ....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting......


PS: i dunno who is the writer for sure.. but i loved the content way too much and it perfectly reflects my thoughts.... to my astonishment, many of my office friends share the same thoughts...thought i shud post it and so i did!!! hats off to the writer anyways:)

Life Anew!!!!!!!!...............

Many a times i wonder whether i take the right decisions and smile to myself without knowing the answer! But, till now,i have never found the answer for what makes me decide in a way i have never thought of before making one such.bizarre!!.may be that is called fate ?? destiny??..leave it.no more research.
But,the decision to join hella is one such.A TWIST IN THE TALE i should say!but i am happy for it till now. Thanks to some superior power above me,call it GOD(as it is the common term used). i am revved up today for i have spent one full month in the part of INDIA where i have never been before not even for a single day ... The saddest thing is that i am much comfortable with an alien language and struggling to learn my NATIONAL language...what to do??the country is too diversified to make everyone undestand its own language.KUDOS to everyone reponsible for this (including me for not making serious efforts to learn it).

Huh, what am i doing, the title should have been "A great grumble" or "a big brood" because all i have described is my inability, no , not-that-great ability to communicate in Hindi.But, i can say that the maximum part of fun i have with my friends takes it root in my Hindi accent.just hold your horses . will quote some examples , then you ll get it.
Now back to my expereiences in pune.I must admit that i am a real fortunate and lucky person when it comes to friends and well-wishers.
On the day 2 in pune, i went to the apartment alloted to us and met shivi-my wonderful friend now.I was so excited thrilled and had a fear in the corner of my mind. But now, i thank god and pray him that my relationship with shivi should burgeon every day with no cracks not even a scratch.she was so amiable with smile litting up her face brightening not just her but also the people around.
she is one among those who kept me and keeps me away from home-sickness. Let me say a few things about my other apartment mates.Both of them are from karnataka. pooja and shilpa. we four decided to stay together on the first day we met and they were so terse on the first day of our meeting- a usual problem with many people. Both shivi and i had no problems in breaking the ice,both being chatter-boxes, though she has an edge over me in communicating effectively, one thing among various things i am learning from her.
we were really fortunate because all our parents got along with each other so well and
after a three day-long hunt , the MISSION-HOME HUNT ended up successfully.All credits to the parents.
yeah, that was a hapy start and it was extra-special to all of us because none of us have ever stayed in a private apartment before. we have our own abode and that brough in me an extra tinge of happiness. Yet another thing that surprised me was we had no issues on any thing because each one of us were very flexible and kind o focussed on nourshing the relationship with each other. it is always a pleasant thing to be around such people and thats the way i feel.pooja is an innocent girl ,vey patient and composed ,intelligent smart and added to all these is her flair for involuntary- sit- and- sleep action. wow , such an awesome a-must- watch show.i can also desribe this elaborately. pooja is a brilliant kid but she cannot hold control over her sleep. she ll fall over the books again and again . she also has a flair to banter people though it comes out unintentionally. i love her comments so much that i have started making a list of it. pooja is so responsible yet one fine day she was generous enough to donate her wallet with just 1500 rs and all her debt card to someone except for the fact that person was not known to her yet he / she took hers with all prerogative.(Poor pooja) is struggling hard to make up for the lost money in VAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YET TO BE CONTINUED.....
IN my next episode u ll find a silent shocking shock absorberand observer MISS SHILPA!!

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WHAT IT MEANS TO BE KIDS?

I sat down before the television for yet another music show in a private channel,an opening intro  followed by the commercial break long enough to rewind my memories.I was trying to recall the   inception of these kind of shows!. Those were the days when these programs started attracting a wide variety of people ranging from kids to older audiences. What adds up spice to these kinds of shows is that the aspiring singers perform in front of their heroes, whom they sort of idol worship!

The commercial break did take a break and opening the musical show was a young kid of aged 8 to 9 yrs. That episode being the semi final round, made me sit agape. I was all eyes and ears. That guy indeed was awesome and many others followed him and every one of them were equally perfect, impeccable and exuberant. The show ended, the results were announced and to my shock, the nine year old kid was eliminated.
The organizers of the show were generous enough to telecast the conversations that went on among the participants of the show, their parents and relatives after the announcement of results!!. What haunted me the most was those pristine tears, the sense of extreme disappointment in that rosy face, the beauty of that smile conquered by sadness. And that background music was like a dirge, an Armageddon, as if the kid has lost the whole world. And all to increase the PR for this show!

What persistently nagged me was that "do a kid need an experience of this kind at a vulnerable age", which is meant be a wreath of joy, a period of worry-free life.

Media, in order to broaden their horizon of audiences, by all means, use these kinds of shows. The winners of these shows are made celebrities. They go out, sign autographs, make musical concerts along with big singers, get sponsors for their costume, perform music GALA amidst a throng of “FANS” and attend school functions as a chief guest and they are treated as everything except as kids. Does’t this inculcate a sense of arrogance at times in the young mind or are we training the toddlers to be modest. Above all, this kind of hype might create a barrier between these kids and other children. No matter how many uniforms we give them, the mindset of the gullible children would remain unchanged.is it like, When failures hurt so much, success backfires!

These tv shows are not the only means by which the children are burdened, these are the latest attractions in the row of different types of extra curicular activities and competitions to put the tiny tots under pressure, which actually should be an impetus to develop a sense of interest in doing some work,build up a healthy competition and inculcate a sociable atttitude among them.But,things are turning other way round. it develops a kind of hatred, greediness some times even inferiority complex and they develop such a mindset that they become to sensitive to bear with failures.

Sometimes, parents go insane with their expectations on their kids. I am not blaming or hurting the interest of parents, but, it has to be such that the children should have some good amount of time to be kids apart from all their swimming class, extra coaching class, Hindi class and what not.

Many parents despite knowing this fact,forgets everything altogether especially when they are too much into this world of competition than their wards, forcing their aspirations on them and at times for the joy of bragging about their children among their peers, they want their kids to be perfectionists.i don’t know, I may sound anachronistic for a few, because i still feel nostalgic about my primary-school days and have some sweetest of memories to rely on when I feel hectic unlike the children today who are born to work and compete(sometimes only these things)and will grow up with no time to contemplate the past. After all, even if they wish to, some may not have any such things if things go on in current pace. So, all parents want is to somehow put the children in the safe boat no matter where they land up, unconcerned of whether they ll like it or not.Parents who does things at best interests of their children forgets that sometimes over indulgence and over expectations spoils everything.

who is accountable for this?The competitive age in which we live ,the society which is stereotypic( I mean , the society supports people only those who does things that is well recognised and don't accept or respect( sometimes even discourage) people who choose the road not taken by others, even if they know that it might be better ),the Parents who are too proactive and too much interested in deciding theirs ward's life at a very early stage giving much care to the charm and fame of the present time,taking every action to mould them that way,which would ensure a safe future for their children.Anyways,Whatever or whoever it is, it is high time we draw a boundary for how much we can expect from the young children, how much we can influence them in the budding stage.
If not, then they will become just a machine engineered for vying and proving themselves the best to the society (Not even to themselves) without knowing the real beauty of life.

BROKEN YET BEAUTIFUL

I sat watching the sky
And let my thoughts fly
I felt the hazy breeze
And it put my heart at ease
Felt like phrasing my memories
To write away my dreary
I sat ferreting for words
Just like hunting birds
To vent my pang of distress
And start to live afresh
To while away your memory
Though it remains my hidden treasury
Why couldn I be in limbo!
Somewhere deep in my heart
I have sketched a stone carved art
Of the days we spent together
The most intimate times rather
The days we entrusted each other
I still wonder
The warmth of the tender
all in a while , for me, I wretch
it wasn’t even the broken glass
but only the burnt ash
that stayed with me for long
it all seemed like a treason
though u may not be the sole reason
for our philia was impeccable
with a great bloom
but with different synonym
all to end with a terrible grim
there were times i felt bereaved
and silently heaved
but, time is meant to heal
i began to feel
that bizarre yet true miracle
as I focused on the pinnacle
enduring all the debacles
I started to thrive
so much of life i learnt
With miles to go yet
There are seconds I still pine
But, most of the time on cloud nine!
Just as I looked back
The roads I walked on
Everything appeared as bonbon
Except the space u left
That still remains a huge lacuna!

WIRELESS TRANSMISSION OF ELECTRICAL ENERGY

It has been proven that electrical energy can be propagated around the world between the surface of the Earth and the ionosphere at extreme low frequencies in what is known as the Schumann Cavity. The Schumann cavity surrounds the Earth between ground level and extends upward to a maximum 80 kilometers. Experiments to date have shown that electromagnetic waves of extreme low frequencies in the range of 8 Hz, the fundamental Schumann Resonance frequency, propagate with little attenuation around the planet within the Schumann Cavity.Knowing that a resonant cavity can be excited and that power can be delivered to that cavity similar to the methods used in microwave ovens for home use, it should be possible to resonate and deliver power via the Schumann Cavity to any point on Earth. This will result in practical wireless transmission of electrical power.

Although it was not until 1954-1959 when experimental measurements were made of the frequency that is propagated in the resonant cavity surrounding the Earth, recent analysis shows that it was Nikola Tesla who, in 1899, first noticed the existence of stationary waves in the Schumann cavity. Tesla's experimental measurements of the wave length and frequency involved closely match Schumann's theoretical calculations. Some of these observations were made in 1899 while Tesla was monitoring the electromagnetic radiations due to lightning discharges in a thunderstorm which passed over his Colorado Springs laboratory and then moved more than 200 miles eastward across the plains. In his Colorado Springs Notes, Tesla noted that these stationary waves "... can be produced with an oscillator," and added in parenthesis, "This is of immense importance." The importance of his observations is due to the support they lend to the prime objective of the Colorado Springs laboratory. The intent of the experiments and the laboratory Tesla had constructed was to prove that wireless transmission of electrical power was possible.Schumann Resonance is analogous to pushing a pendulum. The intent of Project Tesla is to create pulses or electrical disturbances that would travel in all directions around the Earth in the thin membrane of non-conductive air between the ground and the ionosphere. The pulses or waves would follow the surface of the Earth in all directions expanding outward to the maximum circumference of the Earth and contracting inward until meeting at a point opposite to that of the transmitter. This point is called the anti-pode. The traveling waves would be reflected back from the anti-pode to the transmitter to be reinforced and sent out again.At the time of his measurements, Tesla was experimenting with and researching methods for "... power transmission and transmission of intelligible messages to any point on the globe." Although Tesla was not able to commercially market a system to transmit power around the globe, modern scientific theory and mathematical calculations support his contention that the wireless propagation of electrical power is possible and a feasible alternative to the extensive and costly grid of electrical transmission lines used today for electrical power distribution.

The Need for a Wireless System of Energy Transmission

A great concern has been voiced in recent years over the extensive use of energy, the limited supply of resources, and the pollution of the environment from the use of present energy conversion systems. Electrical power accounts for much of the energy consumed. Much of this power is wasted during transmission from power plant generators to the consumer. The resistance of the wire used in the electrical grid distribution system causes a loss of 26-30% of the energy generated. This loss implies that our present system of electrical distribution is only 70-74% efficient.A system of power distribution with little or no loss would conserve energy. It would reduce pollution and expenses resulting from the need to generate power to overcome and compensate for losses in the present grid system.The proposed project would demonstrate a method of energy distribution calculated to be 90-94% efficient. An electrical distribution system, based on this method would eliminate the need for an inefficient, costly, and capital intensive grid of cables, towers, and substations. The system would reduce the cost of electrical energy used by the consumer and rid the landscape of wires, cables, and transmission towers.There are areas of the world where the need for electrical power exists, yet there is no method for delivering power. Africa is in need of power to run pumps to tap into the vast resources of water under the Sahara Desert. Rural areas, such as those in China, require the electrical power necessary to bring them into the 20th century and to equal standing with western nations.As first proposed by Buckminster Fuller, wireless transmission of power would enable world wide distribution of off peak demand capacity. This concept is based on the fact that some nations, especially the United States, have the capacity to generate much more power than is needed. This situation is accentuated at night. The greatest amount of power used, the peak demand, is during the day. The extra power available during the night could be sold to the side of the planet where it is day time.

This project would be a major breakthrough in power industry when executed!
Labels: electrical energy, low frequency, schumann resonance

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