Contest : Guess my Name? Contest Closed!

Lets have a break and have some fun

Surely its not Rumpelsptiltskin and its not Rupertt Aryeen Wind, that is my pen name.

So Why not we all have a guessing game around here just for the fun of it, Okay May be I will do a feature on you! an interview perhaps, that too just for fun! аnd there is also a special gift send to your home! 

Anyone who already know my name must not participate and i ask you to keep the game interesting by adding and giving away clues!

So here is the rules:

Rule 1: guess my name and be creative if you don't know it! There are no negative marks.

Rule 2: You can try infinite times but don't destroy my page by actually commenting infinite times, may be a hundred times per person.You cant be that creative but just to be on the safe side!

Rule 3 : there is no more rules.

Clues: You could always ask me, or rather trick me into giving away my name! so have fun

Winners :: Rohu and Divya ! Congrats winners!

comment away 

The Sensual Art of Love

Sensual is the art of love, sensual the embraces and sensual the silent sniffs of intoxicating aroma. Every moment I spent with her is ever the more arousing, arousing because its her, arousing because of what is that we have shared, shares and hold to share in promise. Sexy is a word as abusing as it can be, sexy is the objectification of what is already objectified. But sensual is not the same, sensual is a praise, sensual is a glorification of what is already immersed in glory, sensual is my love and the one I love. 

The Room and the Inn

I have heard elsewhere that our life is just a preparation for death, a transient journey towards the inevitable. I even remember Osho describe death as the most exciting of all orgasms, a climax that is deserving of all the wait. If all our life was indeed just like waiting in a bus stop for that one bus destined for us, then its is the people that we meet that makes the wait worth it. People emphasis stability, people embrace not knowing to much but unknowingly, unconsciously, people walk in and out of our lives in a  daily basis, as if it is just an inn. But a few, a handful of people makes it more than just a room for a nights stay, they make it a 'home'. 

Inevitably when we look back at our life, isn't it what that will make us turn around and wave back as we embark on our final journey isn't it. In our rather short stay at this place very few of all the people we bump into really mean much, often this is what why we feel the desperate need to cling on to our lives even when certain of the inevitable. Indeed this is one journey where we cant take whom we love along with us, yet pitiful re ones who don't have any faces to turn to and wave to as you fade away into the distance. 

The question

My sensual other asked me whether I will go away one day without taking her with me, Her innocence must have never transcended the depths of the question she had asked and may be in the vast pool of people who believe in the strange motto of 'ignorance is bliss' she may belong. It surprises me that people though fully aware pretend to be unaware and it surprises me that it gives them a sense of safely when the insecurity is obvious to other. It is like taking an insurance knowing that it wont cover what is that it has to be covered and yet feel sure to paid for in mishap. 

To come back to question,, both in life and afterlife no matter how much I would like her to be around, there are some choices that has to be made. Her sensual self is half of all my life will ever be. I can tell this to all the people who may not believe in a soul mate , its true not that there exist someone who is made perfectly for you, that certainly is hokum but this much is true that there may exist someone who can make you feel complete. The question forayed the corner of mind with such force that it made my thinking numb till I realized the obvious answer.

The truthful answer was always that I could take her everywhere with me as long I remain in the bounds of the world around me both in this life and in the ones I may come across. but there will be one time in life this or the next  or the one that may come next to the next or so, which life I may not know but I certainly would have to cut that chain of too, if not for me then for you. When the ultimate freedom beacons for any one of us we have to let go, we have to cut loose and we have to be ultimately free, just free, just absolute freedom the kind we get a taste of at death. Hence I say death is a celebration, more like a wild party, one for the absolute freedom.

Back to sensuality

Sensual is a word that has multiple meaning one that means raising and one that means more than the material spheres of awareness, one that means not just pertaining to the five senses but one that means pertaining to a higher a sense, a sense of being that is understood by another being. A beauty appreciated at the highest of existence and at the lowest of existence, a transcendental experience, an experience beyond the senses. The life when shared to an extend that it goes beyond the inseparable and beyond the bindings where they merge into one so seamlessly that one is not one anymore. 'Sensual'! yes sensual is the word not sexy or arousing or not even love, sexy and arousing are the materialization of love and beyond pure love lies the sensual I talked about sensual pertaining to the higher sense.

I am Awesome!

I always wanted to have all these awards, I see them adorn the walls of my friends blogs and I feel like I miss out, But now I am among the elite group. I am legend ... wait for it ... dary.  

When Kajal gave me the awesome award 'Awesome Blogger Award' I was in cloud nine and In a couple of days got another. So I thought i would wait some days and may be I will get lots of them, unfortunately that is not how it works I suppose. So Finally o decided to write it down. 

The Rules

As per the rules I am supposed to ( I copied from Kajal )

• Link back and thank the person whom I got the award from.

• Share 7 things about me.

• Pass the award to 15 newly discovered great bloggers.

• Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

Thank you Kajal! now that's done lets do the more interesting stuff :P 

7 things about me? 

Are you sure you want to know. Okay then I will tell you the least interesting seven things there is. In-fact i am going to use a loophole that exists in the award. it doesn't tell that I cant use the ones I already told in other award acceptance speeches. so there goes...

1. I am milk lover ( loves it much much more than tea or coffee).

2. I got into blogging thinking of making money( I haven't made a penny :P Lol).

3. I like to sleep all the time.

4. I am a adept programmer ( really guys I can code) .

5. I likes to walk around the house naked ( only when nobody's around , feels natural).

6. I cook!

7. I am addicted to chocolates and cant live without my daily sugar.

The last two can be done together, which idiot designed this award. How can I ever give people awards without telling them they got it. It doesn't make any sense even if I did. I don't want to be so whiny.




1. Divya Nambiar of Tipsy from the Trip     
* for being my BFF in the blogosphere and all the wonderful journeys she shares with us.



2. Rakhee Ghelani  of  Aussie Girl in India           
* for all the wonderful stories about India that she brings to the table. 



3. Shalini of Shail's Nest           
* for all the beautiful stories that bloom in her wonderful nest.



4.  Nagini of A Homemaker's Utopia    
 * for all the amazing things this homemakers.



5. Pranita Bhatt of Miracles Happen! 
* for all the wonderful Haikus she been spurring up lately!.



6. Joshi Daniel of Joshi daniel Photography            
* for all the wonderful pictures his camera takes for him.



7. Paige of Paiges of Life        
* for her beautiful child Avery and the wonderful stories they brew up together.       
* for having her blog address so similar to mine so that could find in out meet little miss Avery.



8. Rohit Sareen of My Third Eye           
* for all the things he claims to have seen with his third eye (which we see with our two).



9. Deepak Karthik of WhateveR it Takes           
* One more for you collection Deepak!.



10. Tracy M of Dandelion Mama
* for being a wonderful mom talking about being a wonderful mom, who thought narcissism be so charming.



11. Sangeetha Raghu Nair of Sangry Words           
* for all the people she has managed not to kill in her latest road rage.



12. Chinthan Guptha of The Blunt Blog           
* for all the things she si been putting on her blog, everything from random snaps to chiseled poems.



13. Enigmatic Soul of Musings and reflections           
* For all the enigmatic poems shes been churning out, she is on a roll.



14. Shobaa De of Shobadee           
* everybody knows her and her versatility, ( she got me blogging ).



15. Roopz of Voice of a Village Girl          
 * last but not even close to the least, for all the wonderful things she rights in her blog.

100 years of The Titanic

We all cried when Jack just drifted off into the abyss, when his deep eyes were fading away in the cold Atlantic Ocean. Titanic was a classic and hundred years have passed since that devious day when the Unsinkable sank. A mammoth piece of ice crumbled and humbled the human arrogance that was proclaimed the floating palace. The Titanic that once symbolized wealth and dismay alike later thanks to James Cameron symbolized eternal love and the perennial human spirit. Titanic the movie we all loved and cherishes, Titanic the ship we hardly knew. The frictional presence of Jack and rose made up our dreams, but the real survivors of the terrible night were left in the folds of history textbooks.

Titanic: The Unsinkable Ship

15^th August 1912, exactly an hundred years back was a dark day in the human history, At around 2:20 today early morning occurred the greatest disaster in Maritime History, One that would later become a legend on its own, The sinking of The RMS Titanic. The Largest passenger liner of its time, enjoying the kind of status that the Queen Elizabeth II cruise ship now enjoys, was an engineering marvel of the time. One that was proclaimed to be invincible, one that was destined for greatness, She did make it to the history books but for a sadder reason.

The reasons for the disaster largely remain unknown. Yes! We know it hit an iceberg and sank, but why? Even with ships frantically receiving information of passing icebergs why would it head directly into it at full speed, head on? May be it was the failure of the radio receivers to recogni9ze the relay send to them by ships such as SS Californian and SS Amerika. Or was this the Captain’s failure to assess the situation and took misinformed decisions. I guess we may never know the real series of events that caused this rather unfortunate disaster. With a death toll of a little over 1500, 1514 to be exact, the disaster was the worst of its kind so far. The iconic image of the ship breaking in two in the icy waters of the Atlantic is haunting.

Titanic: The Movie ( 1991 )

“Titanic is a 1997 American epic romantic historical disaster film directed, written, co-produced, and co-edited by James Cameron”. This is how the Wikipedia describes the film. A film like no other and a fractionalized love story that tells the tale of the Titanic and the emotions it carried with it to the icy depths. Apart from just being a commercial and critical success the film made its way into many hearts all around the world. Khalid Hosseini in his book the Kite runner describes how Kabul was gripping in the ‘Titanic Fever’.

Titanic: The Photo Album

My Dysfunctional Family

I have no parents, I have a mother, and I have a father but no parents. In the conflicts of greater interests and in the great battles of domestic blitzkrieg I lost my parents. They must have thought I was dumb and mind numb, they must have thought I have no ears nor my eyes in-adept in the prevalent darkness, they must have thought I have not seen the fall of my family.  They must have thought I was deep asleep, wandering in dreams that every child cherish while they wage their futile battles to quench the devil’s thirst.

 

The times are tranquil now, the ominous silence persists, no more are there swearing and curses, no more the threatening sounds of apocalypse. The wounds have healed and the lines draw and as in all war we all lost. The battle has left scares deep in my heart, which no amount of time shall ever heal. What surprises me that they never felt to leave it, they left their love, they theft all the meanings that the institution of marriage held but still they have failed to leave each other and search happiness elsewhere. As much as I would love to have my family, I am not selfish, as much as the tales of evil steps trouble me; the hope for a happier life for my parents’ persists. They are perfect for each other, they know it or not, but in their frivolous pursuits of domination they doomed all hopes of happiness that the relation would ever bear. It’s sad that they would deem to that level of disgust that they could be no more stand the others presence within the same set of walls.

But, I am not sad, I am not devastated. When the days were dark and when the paths echoed with sinister forebodings. I clutched to my heart and believed in a brighter days. I took refuge among stacks of books and in the thought that ‘when winter is here can spring be far behind”. I collected my fallen self, patched what was left, made a pact with myself. I pledge myself that this is not what I shall become, I made it clear to myself that I should learn, I decided to be not like my parents when a world full of children promised to follow their parents way. I knew I would be alone and silence was my best bet, it must have hurt them bad had I took any other path. I assured myself to suffer in silence and rejuvenate when it’s all over. I went into the fade where all my sabbaticals had but two guests, me and myself.

This was an escape a less violent one, one of pure suffering and at the end the promises came true. There was spring, and there were flowers and there were butterflies. The was the fairies and there were the rainbows. But, just one sadness that I think will persist in this world of much bliss. The melancholic sense of the absence of a hand to hold on to. The poignant fact that I have no shoulder to lean on to. Out in this new world, I was to fend on my own, build it all up from scratch. But I was happy, I was peaceful.

I know that many will pity for the misfortunes I had, But I tell you don’t be. Be happy that I am what I chose to be. At the end of this very difficult choice lied one rather rare gift. The gift was the ability to let go and I think now I can after all. This blog is the final act in the rather elaborate ritual of severance.

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