All about those laughing red lights...

Build your brain, you will see other brains...

Build your heart, you will listen to other hearts...

Build them together, you will feel other 'lives'...

Then you will admire the beauty of life.

Dude, life is awesome. Sometimes we just need some patience to see that.

See, all those red lights you come across are just preceders of bright, green lights.

A red signal immersed in the pool of darkness and splash of colors, a snap from Docklands, Victoria

Everything happening to your life is for good. Be strong enough to face all those turbulent storms and that will give you a invaluable chance to feel the proud of survival. All those infinite darkness that surrounded you will only make your lights appear brighter!

The Little Rabbit And The Shining Sun...

There lived once a white tiny rabbit. Her soft skin was actually made for winter. Summer came and the sun became brighter than anything. Hence she decided to wake up at night and sleep during the day. Tough, it was hard because she could hardly see anything in the darkness. She became hungry because she couldn't hunt for food in that scary darkness. 
And after thinking and praying for several days she decided to put a goggle on her face. And climbed to a hill top to talk with Sun. She stood upright and tried to convince it's 'moon' shining above her, not Sun.

Sun gave a colorful smile and pulled a blanket of heavy clouds above the rabbit. She removed the goggle and it was a glory full rainbow covering the entire mountain.

The Sun knew that's not gonna last long. So he removed the blanket and woke up from the bed to make a pen sketch and post this story on FB.

Pen sketch always reminds me there ain't chances to correct the mistakes in life.  An attempt after an year.

Let's Fire The Addictions...

All right. Let’s talk about the addictions. That can be towards anything, starting from addiction to drugs or drinks, to that towards someone special to us. They all have a few things in common.

Firstly, they all will make us happy when they are around us but sad other ways. Well, that’s why we call them an addiction- something that drives our breath for tomorrow. The critical notion is that they are not that great as you think. Nothing is going to be with you always, forever! Everyone travels in their own trajectory of life and every object moves around. But what’s wrong in loving them??

Well,it's not wrong to love anything. In fact love and addiction are different emotions. Addiction comes when something begins to rule our brain or when it claims itself to be the key factor of our happiness. That’s terrible! Believe me, addiction to anything outside our body is going to hurt at some point of life. Even though the addiction to a person and that towards a beer are entirely different, don’t be so circumstanced to be blind to see their ways of ‘getting into us’. Both does it in a cleverly individual pattern, but will grow into a malicious virus in the same way. At some point of time, they will crush us -in their own ways.

You might feel that an addiction to a beer is better than that to your lover, because you have felt the nails of a break-up before. Moreover, you haven’t felt that from a breakup with drinks- if yes- I suspect you are not a walking ATM. I meant, what if a doctor judged - no more pegs for you - but the thirst for drinks takes you further to a hell??(Sorry for not mentioning Heaven- I don’t think you are gonna go there. :p).

That’s why I want to say, all the addictions are suicidal- except if that’s the love for ourselves. A deep love towards ourselves makes us the happiest in the world. Nevertheless, if you find that source in anything outside of your body, LoL –RIP!

The corals of St. Kilda Beach (This is one of my addictions - Natural Photography,  But I see my reflection in the nature outside. After all, nature includes "me" as well... ?)

The Blue and Red Bags...

I feel like - everyone is born with two sacks on their shoulders. One is to put the collection of good qualities - the other for the worse ones. We keep on adding new entries to each of them we move forward in our lives. Each and every person we meet drops at least a few pebbles to both of them. Though, it's up to us, which all need to be carried along our journey.

There is a small difference between those two sacks, actually. The one for good qualities is of blue color and the one for bad is made of red-thin plastic. Also, the first one can be tied where as the second one doesn't come with that feature. That's why people see your bad qualities well ahead of the good ones  (you know, red has got more wavelength and it is easy to notice as well). To add, the blue ones are a little bit harder to be visible and also we can use them as we want. This is to be noted because, the other bag is not perfectly under our control. Things in that can spill out anytime.

Now, imagine you are meeting a new person. You guys became friends. But of course we can't take everyone into our heart. So, how do you decide the filter? By looking at the sweet scent they put on your blue sack? Most of us -knowingly or unknowingly- go for this this, as humans get blind when we are hit with a good scent.  But that's wrong.  It shouldn't be so. The good qualities can always be tolerated, or they will never harm anything in future. It's the other side, the hidden bad characters of a person that is gonna hurt both of you. Now, if you believe you can change all those, well, it's just impossible. Or pretty hard-because I believe nothing is impossible! So just think whether you can take them or not. If you are sure you won't be able to tolerate that, just don't take that person into your heart! So simple. Or if you want them be to be in your life, "adapt yourself". Good luck.  :D

The Garlic Naan...

"And yet it was only while painting that I noticed how much light there still was in that darkness" The caption was still stuck somewhere in my mind after leaving the 'Van Gogh and The Seasons' exhibition hall.

Starting from the early morning shift at the Sports Centre, the day was a pretty long one with a proud feeling for accomplishing many of the ever-postponed tasks. It would have been a pathetic miss for a fan of colors, like me, if I didn't visit National Gallery of Victoria that morning.  To mention, Van Gogh was an influential western artist of late 19th century who created impossible color combinations on his canvas and showed his love for seasons and colors of nature.  

Thanks to my Chinese friend, who somehow managed to bring out this brilliant Friday evening-plan with her struggling English. Her amusement to see those amazing pieces of color combinations absorbed on a canvas was quiet surprising for me. I hardly had any idea that she has an artistic touch even though she is my good friend since last one year.

We had a good talk, listening to the waves of yarra river, feeling the cold wind and watching the naughty Seagles. We almost covered everything from the east coast of China, Shanghai, her home town to the south-most tip of India, Kerala, my own heaven. Topics varied from food, culture to the entirely different concepts of languages. Said to be speakers of two of the toughest languages of the world, Malayalam and Chinese (Well, I know, it's a comparison of the youngest member of language family to the ever old grand parent! But, still, they both were born for the same purpose and are beautiful too.) , I noticed that we could mimic almost all the hardest pronunciations of each other's language.

The funniest part of the day was the dinner tough, when I took her to an Indian restaurant and ordered "Garlic Naan and butter chicken", specially for her. Lol! I still remember the way she did the "Surgery with her knives" . May be because of the fact that I had plenty of time to watch her beautiful act of eating after quickly finishing the meal in the so called Indian way. I couldn't resist my laugh as she said " I am tired" in her Chinese slang when I ordered the second Naan for her! She had to eat, and more over, to give a feedback "awesome food" on that genuine colorful winter eve!