Island Nation

What happens when a crowd turns lonely....

It took this marvelous train journey to understand what it is to be left alone in a real crouwd , your friend ignore u thats all fine but in a real crowd a crowded , how can you be alone . No one even looking at you, very strange right...............

People learn communication skills now a days when they hardly communicates at all. they subject themselves to the felony of business to hide their underling loneliness ,else how could i not get none to even look at me .

even is it is to ask me switch of the high volume music play back service that i was providing them for their utter displeasure.

this has been much of my travel experiences lately, smile is quite a scarce commodity ,the world seems to be reluctant to even accept it just like that.its quite understandable in this world were yellow smiles are outnumbering the 'good at heart ones 'by a million to one .

this world has lost its collectives sense just a number of ands running around in despair and distress. let the one who can save us send us a Saviour, a Saviour with a golder heart and and tongue of eloquence

Capitalistic India......?

Last evening in our college dormitory we friends had a fight on general topics that changed topics faster than a chameleon could change its colours and in the zeniths of this unending saga of a debate we came upon " Capitalism and Communism".All of a sudden i was stumped by a direct question whether india is Capitalistic or Communist " and for quick just shouted " Capitalist " duely placing a bulls eye on me and ending being their favorite target.

of course i made a mess of my answer and was not a true answer ,after all India is a Mixed economy but when i thought of my tragic and disgraced escape from that dreaded place , i thought its quite true that India is vcapitalistic nature isnt it doesnt matter what text books say but still.

Of course many of the industries are in the hands of the government but sadly our government is n the hands of the people with deep pockets . its quite a phenomenon world wide isnt it . look at it this way the billionares control the goverment and the government consist of poor billionares that cheat poor people with a sweat yello smile and place themselves on the temples of power just to ignore the 'poor bastards' that blaced them there.

its quite usel4ess to talk of it as i can do nothing about it with such a post , for so long so many has talked on it and this goes on and on . but all iw anted is to say for it gives me a pleasure to have reacted in some way than just be the silent victim of this carnage ...........

Welcoming of a city

Trivandrum has a long history to share a buzzing town ,a reminder of old prosperity and the by gone class of royalty.Its my city my home my love and i know its buzz and its griefs or so i perceive.This eppisode is an account of my feeling the last time i returned to the comfyness of my home after a long session of studies far or rather not so far .A true account

It wa night when i arrived at the city's periphery, the streets were succumbing to the nights emptiness quietness has already replaced the noisy dusty streets of hers. the rain had washed away all that was remnant of a tedious day of melancholy and monotony. the sadness or rather isolation or what ever it is ,a special feeling took over the ever smiling and rather busily involved city,It has retired to solitude from the days monotony.

And when i came i saw her smile i felt her happiness .In the bus as the cool winds pressed on my face and woke me from the tiredness and sturdiness of the long travel. I awoke in to the love of my home ,Its warmth and its love.

I saw the city lights dance and the streets express a happy warm welcome.an altogether new feeling for me my life has hence changed because my home has changed !
 

An Intro

The title of this page may sound quiet personal but its not all that personal it just things that i have thought up and found myself too alone to share .Solitude does make people do strange things and i don't want to whine over my solitude so i am sharing my solitude to an audience to immaterialize the solitude.

The Post may sometimes be wayward sometimes too early and sometimes too late sometimes agony sometimes eternal bliss, love sometimes despair ,passion sometimes desire ,Dreams and thoughts all that i have and i do thought up in my tiny little brain . I share it here with you my beloved friends.Like shouting into an empty night aware of the possibility that some may here and sometimes only may the night hear it

Yours Wind: