Status Messages : The Reflections of Mind

The nature is inclined to nurture man with its supplies and quenches much of his desires. Yet, of grasping nature, man developed a tendency to mend nature so as to suit his needs. This very attitude of man gave way to the genesis of the custom thingy. Even the software products were no exceptional. Let it be templates, layouts, patterns or be the status messages one can always see the custom option. The creators thought right about man as a creative being but end-users think different. In the name of being different, they type some weird messages. Not very long back, i felt bad on seeing the status messages of my friends.

One read :

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.

Let me ask one question; Is this the definition of happiness or sadism??? I feel the later would be more appropriate.

Next, a girls status read as below.

Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others

In a trice one can easily judge the mentality of this girl.

Last and the most weird of all one guy had a link to sex survey. i agree to the point that these topics captivates everyone but it can be probably shared as a forward. What does this guy wants to say ??

Why do these people fail to realize that these messages are mere reflections of their inner mind. Some may argue that they have own way and liking but they must not forget liking goes by attitude and attitude goes by character.

In Search of an Offbeat Pastime...

After I moved to Hyderabad, my friend and I have become ardent theatergoers (read The movie marathon begins), somehow managing to watch a movie every weekend despite our hectic schedules :-). At times we even saw two movies a weekend and one day i was about to see two movies back to back but avoided somehow. Of late, we felt this movie marathon has reached to nauseating extremes and decided to try something different.

We developed a relish for live stage performances. One such attempt was a magic show by a magician Anand. Though my intellect said magic is nothing more than an optical illusion and can exist only in Harry Potter's world, neither my eye nor my mind can see through the delusion. Some of the tricks conjured by him like vanishing the statue of liberty, cutting a girl with a saw, making a girl float without any support are noteworthy. Even my over intelligent friend could unveil only a few. I enjoyed the show as it gave a break to the monotony.

The next attempt was a play. I just said ok when my friend suggested it without even inquiring about the details, as the very idea gave me a satisfaction of evading boredom. The play was a spoof of hamlet by EVAM group. This was the first play i ever saw in my life, and was hilarious. Though they failed to start the play on time, about which my friend is very sensitive, there was an interminable supply of joy. With just 3 guys, playing the roles of eight characters interchangeably, they did the trick of provoking humor in the audience. Quite interesting of all, Ophelia, the love of Hamlet, was enacted by a girl from the audience and the way she was asked to scream while hamlet proposed her was really funny. In addition they did few other small comedy shows which were equally good. In short it was worth the money.

Waiting for something different to come in the following weeks...

Disclaimer : My friend and I watched this play together and both of us wrote the review on same day. We enjoyed the show to the same extent and readers may feel the reviews to be similar. This piece of work is original and any type of resemblance is purely accidental :-)

Tuesdays with Morrie : Brimming with Confidence

Well, I am not a voracious reader. Generally, I read books under the genre fiction and fantasy. These books though big, being a story full of thrills, never cease to clasp me. Very recently, I began to study non-fiction books. Definitely not those of Ayn Rand's that delve deep into philosophy, but those books with a lighter dose and only a few pages to flip; commercialized versions I would rather say. One such was Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie.

With a slight graze, Tuesdays with Morrie is a story about an old man, Morrie Schwartz at the verge of death telling his experience to his old student, Mitch. But this magical chronicle of their time together turns out to be a great session : lessons in how to live.

The narrative starts with Morrie being infected by ALS, a fatal neurodegenerative disease. Morrie despondent about his failing health secludes himself from the society. But Mitch comes to the rescue when he accidentally hears the news about his old professor, Morrie. He promises Morrie that he would meet him every Tuesday. Every Tuesday they talk about different aspects of life. Mitch, on the first meet with Morrie looks scared about death and the agonies of life. But as the days sorry the Tuesdays goes by he builds a sanguine disposition on demise : Death ends a life, not a relationship. The author performs this miracle of starting from an absolute void and slowly building confidence like a waxing moon in reader's heart as well. In short, a nice book to read.

When you learn how to die, you learn how to live

- Mitch Albom

When Clouds Shed Their Tears...

For the past three months Hyderabad was really dry; let it be summer or winter there was no moisture. And yesterday it was different. I saw water laden clouds that showered this arid place. The scent that arose from the sodden soil provoked me to write. Albeit am not good at this, I gave it a try...

When clouds shed their tears,
Joy blossomed in every kids heart,
Fervent to drench they gave a kick start.
Slipping silently from their house with bare feet,
They jumped in every puddle down the street.

When clouds shed their tears,
Many indulge in sleep without a budge,
Taking it granted there is nothing to drudge,
Laughing at jokes that were mediocre at the best,
With some chat in hand and sharing the rest.

When clouds shed their tears,
Rivers deluges out of the blue,
Trailing through mystic paths without a clue,
Carrying enormous potential that turn turbines,
Help evading darkness and enlightening lives.

When clouds shed their tears,
Farmers shelve their combat with anguish,
And till soil and sow seeds with relish.
They thank God for giving them this bliss,
And ask nature to cry without a miss.

When clouds shed their tears,
The poor do the same with nothing to cover.
Homeless are they,pursuing life with fear.
Without a shield they brook the piercing drop,
Not an amulet handy to make the rain stop.

Almost 350 million people in India are below poverty line. Most of them are homeless; sleeping in streets, scorching in sun, freezing in cold and drenching in rain. We claim ourselves to be responsible citizens what are we going to do about this ???