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!

The Missionary

An evening at the State Victoria library's garden after tire-full fights with the books on anti-matter and cosmos theories. Two hours before I had played a good chess game with Lui from Europe on the big show-borad to attract people, at this same spot. I should thank the crowd staring at our game, exciting my opponent to be over confident on his opening advantage and finally lossing down for a draw.

A well dressed boy around 17 years old was approaching me. On the first sight, for his curious face gestures I guessed him to be new-to-city. As always I welcomed the stranger's talk as no speech with strangers have ever hurt me, but have been always rich in their nich on my memory.

As a formality his eyes were flickering around the floor and my body, both wet by the drizzling rain. He did beat my prediction of a confused intro and began with a well constructed query.
"Hey, do you have any idea how the whether will be tomorrow? It was burning hot yesterday and chilling rain now."
My prejudice was not bad! He was new to Melbourne. I translated the image results about weather from Google. A feel of a person reading the ancient grave-wall scribblings, Lol!

Couple of minutes later, unsurprisingly he directed the speech towards a religious path. Yes, he was a missionary student from US. He asked for my religion and I replied i belong to all the religions which did exist, do exist and will be born here on earth. He didn't seem to like the same, though. And i shortened.. "I am an atheist who believes in newton's third law."

He smiled, sharpening his cat-eyes towards my crazy answer. I continued.. "you might be 17, I guess, and the theorem most attracted me at this age, around 5 years back, was 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. If you want happiness, make others happy.. if you want peace, give others peace. And that's the only principle that will ever guide me."
The change of his naughty smile to excitement made me speak more, breaking my own less-talk rules.

A pic from the State Victoria library.

He didn't have to speak much about his mission after that and around half an hour later he gave me a book on Christianity and asked "would you find time to have a look at this i give this as a Christmas gift to you?".
"No".
"Haha.. thanks for the frankness. You are the first person to say it in one word."

He didn't want to spend much more time with me since he have to find his next pray. He had left his school at the age of 16 and now doing a 5 year course in Christian missionary hailing from US to Melbourne. Yeah, its good, they should be talking to atleast 20 strangers a day and there is nothing richer than listening to diverse people and cultures.
I didn't knew they are restricted to talk to their family unless there are some special days to avoid the distractions from their path towards spirituality. And that's point of "selfishness of religion" and the reason why I hate them. They should be knowing 16-20 years is the strongest basement for your mind and they are stealing that age period from people for the future existence of their religion. They should be knowing the perspectives on life are designed at this age!

He walked away from me.. little disappointed, but I could see a flashing smile on his face. To the next person, should he be starting with "hey, have you got any idea when this rain would stop!?"

Was he looking at my face from that 200m distance? I am not sure, since my contact lenses are becoming less precise! 

Wake up! The adorable nature outside is calling you...

Each morning you have got two options...

Either to curl inside your blanket or to wake up and embarrass at the eternity of nature.

The sweet curdle of your blanket may seem sweet for your laziness. But don't you feel 'OOPS!' once you come to your conscious mind?? Doesn't that crush your confidence a bit for the entire day remaining??

Beware, each moment you waste in your life, someone else out there is getting better than you... (courtesy:Arnold schwarzenegger).

Wake up... An adorable nature has come outside in her best gown, just to love you! How can you still ignore her beauty?

It's exam weeks coming up. Lucky that lawns are about to welcome the summer.

 (A pic from one of my favorite places- South lawn of University of Melbourne.)

Lion's Roars Won't Stay In The Cage!

The time may dance an infinite trivia and nature may look like an endless ghost-house! Life is so... Some turns are difficult. Sometimes, you may be even put in cages!

But... Never...Never..Never loss the roars coming out from your deep inside. They are the only ones that are gonna come out of that cages!

Find the "Lion" in YOU! Let it shout louder and louder; till the corners of universe echo YOUR voice! Show the aliens WHO YOU ARE!!!!

Thanks to this Awesome Street-wall painting which made me think like hell! Spotted from Richmond, Victoria. 

(I know it's a tiger, not a lion btw. But it doesn't really matter. LOL!)

The Difference In The Architectures Of Brains Of Men and Women..

Now.. Let's do a small experiment to see the architectures of brains of Men and Women.

Take a Woman's brain.. Cut a small portion.. Place under a microscope.. zoom in ..zoom in.. at the end you will see the micro structures.. the building blocks.. And they are called "emotions". The entire brain is so a network of highly interconnected establishment of emotions. Each incident is stored as an emotion and each thinking process rooted on the analysis of balance of emotions. One who learns to HACK the emotions can bring any changes in her. A Hacker can easily exploit for his own benefit or even make advancements in the system. And this is why women gets easily fooled by emotion.

Now take a Man's brain.. Repeat the same experiment.. The micro structures will be entirely different from that of the previous. Here what you can see is a bunch of small boxes. And the entire brain is so made of a collection of independent boxes. Each instants are stored into separate, apt boxes. They may have a long space between them, left empty, which are used for extra stressed situations, like an additional RAM. (remembering an awesome You-tube video calling these "Nothing boxes'.).  This is why Men may not even know what's happening to other boxes, when he is focusing on another one.

Due to this difference of building blocks, a man can never feel the way a woman's thoughts work and viz. We cannot do anything on them. We, Humans are so. And never try to change anything because; after all.. a computer can never hack itself. If you ever get disturbed due to this difference; sit back, take a deep breath and give a sigh.. That's it! Now carry on...   

Some Words Reverb for a long time in mind

The story happens two weeks before...

Busy night shifts for the 7Eleven store. It's weekend... Usually very busy, with limited time to complete all the tasks..

I was in the cold room, trying hard to complete the tasks as fast as possible, when an Aussie young guy, almost of my same age came to the store. The siren was noisy, as always. But his smile and happy face caught my eyes. And his "sorry" for disturbing my works were sincerely replied with "no worries" now.

After a few casual talks, he seemed to become more open and friendly and suddenly he asked: "Brother, my stomach is full and there is plenty of food left in my car. Would you like me to bring 'em?"

My mind got clouded and overthought much and wanted to tell, sorry we are of extreme self esteem and can't eat anyone's left over, so don't ask this anymore.

But I replied: "Sorry, bro. Even I am full. Not now."

"Sure?"

"Yeah.Thanks. Was that any party, or.."

"No bro. I just went to an Indian restaurant, and told them to pack my left over."

"you like Indian food?"

"Yeah bro. I love 'em. The awesome spices! I used to go to Indian restaurants at least thrice a week with my buddies."

"Thanks man. But, it's not even a bit of the real flavors we use in our country, bro."

"You are lucky then, bro. You get awesome food. I didn't want to waste the food, so simply asked."

" :) "

"All right buddy..catch you later.."

"Thanks buddy. see ya.."

The remaining night was full of guilt feeling for misunderstanding his good intention and for the worse(?) self esteem with which we are grown!

The buddy made me thoughtful for a while.. Then back to work... But leaving some golden niche of a bro, somewhere...