ISHMILEEEE

I am a member of Orkut. I own a community called "Dark Is Beautiful". Its just a community I started , without any idea. I was in love with the word "dark" for no reason, and I was just testing how many more loved it like me... It is surprising that there are now 60 members in it, but not much activity as of now. So, to just go for a change, I decided to change the display pic. Google came to my rescue and I went in search of pictures to go with the title. What is Dark without Africa? Since the curiosity spared the cat, and killed me this time, I searched under the name "African" and Bingo!- I found this... It was love at first sight with this painting, which spoke a language more powerful than words, it was the smile that took my heart away...


Smile - Michael Jackson


Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile.

This post is the 25th post of creativeexplosives.blogspot.com.Frankly speaking, I never knew I would come this far . I love writing, and I guess this blog has seen more than just writing. I have used it like a diary in a lot of posts. ;-) . And for all those who read my blog, Thank you!

I decided to post about the painting and the lyrics of the song - Smile, because many of us forget to appreciate things that we have, that others don't . Smile through your fear and sorrow, as the song says, "Smile, what's the use of crying. ?".

Post dedicated to : Ambi Maama - I will always love him and miss him..

The last two minutes....

Its been a long time since I wrote a poem. The concept of this poem, is based on a chinese movie I saw a few years back(Courtesy : Non jacky chan movies on Adhiradi Thiruvizha on Star Vijay ;-) ). The scene goes like this....
The Hero is a cop, married recently. His wife is about to give birth to their child, and in this particular scene, she's struggling for "lives" at a local hospital.Hero Cop goes undercover, to keep watch on a gang of villains. He is in their territory, with no contact with his wife. He finds a PCO and enters it, to call his wife. As he is dialling, a group of villains arrive at the scene, with guns and lips smirking, ready to shoot him down, the minute he steps out. The call is answered by his wife, his child's faint cry in the background... He listens to the cry of his kid, and he takes a glance on the death fast approaching. He has two minutes left, till the moment the bullet pierces through his chest, taking him away... Two minutes is all that he has, to tell his wife how much he loves her. To tell his child not to worry... To think of each and every wonderful memories he will carry to his grave.... This poem, is a glimpse into what runs through his head, in those last two minutes of his life.....


The Last Two minutes...


My mind is a whirlpool
Swarming with thoughts,
Meandering around, in a pool
A pool of blood and treachery.
I stand alone, holding a phone,
I hear the sound of a new -born.
I’m filled with joy and pride,
Wishing I could be by their side,
I lift my head after a short prayer,
My eyes meet those of my destined slayer.
Death looks at me with a smirk,
The guns are loaded, ready to go berserk.
I know then, that I have only two minutes,
Two minutes, to challenge death.
For I know, the minute I step out,
I was going to be knocked out.
I hang on to the receiver,
With my mind filled with fear.
I shout “I love you!” struggling to bear,
With my thoughts flooded with memories.
Reminiscences speeding away in the head,
The joy at the unity of our heart and soul in bed,
The wonderful walk down the lane,
All making me go insane…
I still haven’t discovered that one secret,
The secret behind my wife’s smile,
And I wonder for a while, if my child would have the same smile,
I close my eyes, cherishing their smile, making a promise,
A promise to see to it that they always hold that smile.
The smile that made me ache for her love,
The smile that fails to leave my head,
The smile that will accompany me
To my grave, when I’m dead.
Mustering up the courage, I step out of the booth,
I’m greeted by something, searing through my chest,
The pain reaches my head, and I find a hole abreast,
I surrender to death, closing my eyes to its wiles,
Transporting myself across miles,
Into another world that lies, just above
Beautiful earth, with no need of a hearth,
A place filled with people, showcasing miracles,
Exhibiting a well known expression on their faces,
When I glance at their faces for a while,my eyes glisten,
For they are all filled with my wife’s smile… !

-Somsie

Names I won't name my kids!

I have a list of names that I have decided NOT to name my kid(s). Just a few things I think about, whenever my mind allows me to get into a little go-lucky day dreaming,especially after witnessing some extremely nice and happy ending romantic movies.
If it's a girl... I don't want her to be called
1.Lavanya
2.Brindha
3.Ranjani
4.Sudha
5.Vidhya
6.Smirthi
7.Rekha
8.Nisha
9.Shilpa
10.Mythili
11.Mala
12.Sheela
13.Suneetha
14.All flower names.. Roja , Malli
15.Kruthika
16.Sowmya
17.Krupa
18.Sneha
19.Kavitha
20.Shakila ( :O)
(To be contd... )

If it's a boy, I would hate calling him
1.Gokul
2.Hari
3.Giri
4.Sooraj
5.Naresh
6.Rishi
7.Vikram
8.Arun
9.Sridhar
10.Srinivas
11.Bhaskar
12.Gopal
13.Mani
14.Ram
15.Naveen
16.Ajith
17.Ashwin
18.Bharat
19.Sathya
20.Karthik
(To be contd.. )

Note :
The above names are in the list, because of no specific reason.A few names are those of a few people in my life. They have no direct connection to the person. They are here purely due to my phonetic dislike of them. I just don't know why, but I don't like the sound of a few names. Most of them are very regular names. Nothing unusual... So, if I were to name my kids, I would choose something that is very different, and it definitely will not be a tongue- brain twister!! ;-)...

Out-In-Stay !

I have always wondered what people meant when they said "Falling out of love". They always say that "Falling out of love is as easy as falling in love". That is what happens in most of the break-ups when it comes to relationships. Its true...Staying in love is more harder than falling in and out of love. So what is this "L-O-V-E"...? A feeling, an emotion resulting in a commotion? God? Knowledge? Power? Faith? Goodwill?Lunacy? Pessimism?Optimism?Objectivism? and the list goes on...A thousand and one defintions, given with the spinning wheels of time... The reality is that "Love simply is...",as said by Paulo Coelho in The Witch of Portobello , a book that reached deep into the chambers of my heart, with a music I've never experienced before. A book that baffled me, till the last page, not letting me understand, what it really spoke of. And in the end, in the last line of the book, I understood. All this was about love, and the ultimate definition "Love simply is..." had me speechless for seconds! If you ask if there can be a strong display of emotions with words, that's one example I got for you! I have been taught a lot about the "misinterpreted" love. Love is Friendship, Friendship is love, and according to me, both statements are lame. The next definition, Love is Sacrifice... I seriously can't get that . How can you link sacrifice and love...Its either sacrifice for love, or Love as a sacrifice. How can you actually equate those two, interdependent emotions ?Love is God. This is partly acceptible. As legend has it, God comes in various forms and one of them is love... But this wasn't too big a definition to me. Practically speaking, Love is God is not enough to deal with relationships ruled by ego, jealousy,spite,possessiveness,obsession,pessimism,brawls,suspicion,....So where are we headed, in the disguise of the four letter word L-O-V-E..? ? "Sometimes, it feels like the world's on my shoulder, everyone's leaning on me. " Sometimes, things happen with no reason , no justification, sometimes the world may look like its broken into pieces, sometimes we may never get to say how important some people are, until its too late. Sometimes the world may look lopsided and we end up cursing every living soul. Sometimes we never realize that we have fallen until the pit is too deep to come out. Sometimes you just can't help falling in love.... Such is the power of Love. You dont know when it happens, how it happens and why it happens .But the fact is, It Happens....! No matter how much you try to run away from it.. Love has no possible explanation...Love cannot be defined. Love cannot be conquered. Love cannot be analysed... Because.. Love simply is... ... .... .... !

Paintings Part 2...

I don't know "what it eez" with me and paintings!! I get bored... I turn on my computer..open MS-PLUS..PAINT IT - For kids, and start painting, whatever comes to my hands... or the mouse! I don't decide on a theme... I just paint it..and whatever form comes out of it, I then formulate a theme..and christen it as "something"...This happens almost all the time.. there are a very few paintings where I already had something in my mind, before starting to paint.An idea, probably.. Whether it turned out to be the replica of the one in mind - is still questionable! ... here are some of them.... !!


1.Woman drowned in Flames :



Depicts(aimed at depicting) the state of women in the society(flames).I am not talking about the rural areas alone. Or rather in India alone..The way women are treated varies right from the household to the workplace.Its the self centered thought of the society, which claims that if women were an "A", once upon a time , then women still have to be "A", not even an "A" !But men have changed from "B" to "B" , "B" , "b","b" and "b" ... and even "The B like symbol for Beta" !
All men in the world will obviously find this ridiculous... But if they think one minute about their own lives, women in their lives, and if they compare their life with that of "those" women, I'm pretty sure they will realise(provided that they want to realise)!Wait a minute, I don't mean to say that women are deprived of anything.And I don't blame men either.Its just that, the society is made of both men and women, who form the basis for the existence of the women and men alike.That is exactly where the bias is. So I am not blaming any individual.. Its just that, it would be a lot more easier if people around (both sexes) understood that both Adam and Eve were a creation of the same hand, the Hands of the Creator. If the creator Himself, had given them that equality , then why not fellow humans, the product of the evolution.All that is needed, is to be treated as equals, and nothing more! As a first step,people should stop refering to women as the "weaker" sex, because strength is not defined by any physical outlook. Its again phenomenal to say that, everything rounds up and ends in one thing "Individual". I think, if people are treated as "fellow individuals", a few problems knocking at our doors, will finally fade away.

2.A Girl hanging on to passing clouds:

I was inspired by a lot of songs (yea,right! all those mushy numbers,and a few down to earth songs too and a selected few books, before this thought came to my head. Passing clouds phenomenon is when someone tries to accept the reality, thinking that it's just another ordinary thing to happen, like "passing clouds".There's always another set of clouds behind.But I strongly felt against this "let-go" phenomenon. How about going against reality, and really!, How about hanging on to "passing clouds", as though she was hanging on to dear life? Presto, I drew this....!

3.Somsie's DavyJones (Octopus head villain)from the Pirates of the Caribbean :

This work is something which lives up to the line stated above, "Whether it turned out to be the replica of the one in mind, is still questionable "....

I guess you would have all saved the last laugh for this moment.Well, this painting was done as soon as I saw Pirates of the Caribbean, all the parts in one go (DVD). I was very impressed by the octopus-headed villain (ofcourse Jack Sparrow is always on top of the list!). I then thought of painting the octopus head guy, but the way it has turned out, you might as well name it something close to a "pirated Jester(Gesture!)!" :O

I don't actually fancy myself as an artist,though I am ok at pencil sketching and any kind of normal sketching.This software painting is something more like an ink-blot test for me. I love exploring varieties and opening up my mind.I believe a great deal in subconscious and a splash of colours can actually open up the mind more than a cup of coffee..and can brighten the painting, and more than anything, can brighten lives, in its own way.... !

Take it all in one go......

Why is it that people always say " Take it as it comes?" ... Why is it that everyone blames the destiny for their mistakes...? Why do people call it fate, when they are not able to agree that they are losers? Why do people always worry about the people they are least interested in ?Why do people have their heart in one place and mind in another? Why do people blame the society,of which they are an active part of? Why are people accused of overreacting, when all they try to bring out is the truth? Why are people given choices and blamedlater for the choices made? Why do people doubt faith when it comes to a match with reality? My mind is a bundle of contradictions. My mind is more muddle than a puddle.The greatest achievement in life is surviving it..and surviving it without regrets.. I hope noone already said that, because I typed it in a flow! Well... Coming to those questions, Let me first say that, this post will not be one of my greatest works. Because believe me - I'm typing things as they come to my head, and more than anything else, I am in a bad mood, and taking the liberty of posting something, just for the heck of it,without any worry or mishaps about what I am typing at present.So if you are looking for something philosophical -STop here! In this post I can assure you the following :
1. Lack of content of any kind.
2.The longest, dumbest,most insensitive,most childish post ever.
3.An aimless rigmarole, with not an element of humour, Yea - not even by chance!
4. cynical to the core in the mask of bravery.
5.aBsOlUtElY...BrEaKiNg tHe ruLe oF pUnCtuAtiOnS..wITH aLL dUe ReSpEct tO tHe LaNgUaGe..!@#!@#@#$ (eMpHaSiSiNg ThE PoInT mAdE wItH rAnDomSyMbOlsAndLaCkOfspAcebaRAcTiViTy)
6.I might try and symbolise a lot of things which might be incomprehensible even when you are not drunk and all steady!
7. will not answer the "why? series" stated above...infact it will be nowhere close to that
8.Might mislead you into unnecessary conclusions and misgivings.
9.CompArison with other posts in blog -Strictly prohibited....
10. Finally, If you have read till here, Thank you for your patience. That's just all about it... Are you looking for the blog post? ? well..what do u think i was typing so long.........................! ! ! ! ! !

Just killing time, and people's patience in one go...-tHUS THE TITLE :tAKE IT ALL in one go!!

Friendie-Nanbi-Dhosthi

As you would have seen in all my posts, in the comment section., there's this one person who keeps commenting and appreciating no matter what. She is a very good friend of mine, and her name is Divyapriya Raghavan. She used to write a lot before, but for the past two years, shes been suffering from writer's block. Like me, she too has a passion for writing, and she can write even more better than me, which you will see and conclude at the end of the post. I have always been pestering her to start blogging, and just like how I got into blogging(Courtesy : Arunesh-thanks to you!), I tried a lot for her to start.She felt the same stuff that I felt before beginning to blog. I was against it, thinking that I wouldn't do a fair job and what if I don't know what to blog about, all of a sudden? A thousand bombarding "what-ifs!" and finally with some persuasion, I succeeded and I am in love with it.Its all that I do, these days, whenever Im online.I am either adding posts or reading other interesting blogs. Its an entirely different world, to me~!I take the oppurtunity to thank all u ppl(Shara, my bro's-Vivek+Prasanna, Arunesh,Divya,Vidhya,Niru,Niranjan,Maithreya,Sharmi+Shuba+Domi+mom(silent commentators), for being there, for ur encouragement,ur support and views! So as I was telling her about this, I had this sudden brainwave.Why not ask her to post something in my blog, and start off that way. I request you guys to comment and I think it would surely make her day. It's just a small step I'm taking to help my buddy get back to writing~ ~!

Here goes, an awesome poem which is sensitive and is full of life, to which I can relate to in a lot of ways!...
I Need a Hug too
When troubles became intolerable,
I was the one you always called upon
I was your confidante, the trusted one,
Forever your shoulder to cry on...

“Thanks” you said...“Thanks for listening.
I can already feel my burden lightening”
But when I had difficulties I felt so lonely
Why weren’t you there to share my misery?

When sadness endlessly pursued me
To the deepest depths of despair,
When loneliness cast its veil upon me
I couldn’t find you anywhere…

When you were lost in the tunnel of sorrows
Didn’t I lead you to the light?
When you were giving up on life’s battles
Didn’t I take the sword and offer to fight?

I too am plagued by horrors, I wish you could see
A kind word, a hug would mean so much to me
Whenever I tried to tell you, you didn’t have the time
So I had to lie and pretend that everything was fine...

Now don’t think ill turn away, I’m not angry
I want you to realize that I’m affection hungry
Till the end of my existence, ill be there for you
But remember sometimes ……I need a hug too.

- Divya Priya Raghavan

Now, wasn't it one heck of a poem? :-) .... Pls comment guys!