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'Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies'

They say it has no memory.That's where I want to live the rest of my life.A warm place with no memory..

Salvation lies within

There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can get it for you.


..prison life consists of routine, and then more routine'...

..those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It.. made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free...

'I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away,the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend

Andy Dufresne who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.

I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain



Reality bites:The human mind once stretched by an idea never regains its original dimension


Question of the day : How does this new fence look? ;)

♪Hey hey hey snowflake my pretty lil snowflake
♪The change in the weather has made it better for me ♪
Hey hey snowflake ♪ my pretty lil snowflake,snowflake
You've got me warm as ♪ a fire with a burning desire for you♪

♪ Snow was falling when love came calling on this lonely heart of mine
...........♪
You kept stalling while my thoughts were calling on every way I knew ♪
For one excuse to get ♪ aquainted with you
♪

Hahaa for those of you who know me well the opening lines must have shocked you. Well!! It happens and it has happened to me

Looking out of my window sipping my hot cup of coffee
I feel it gently rest on me.
The still white grandeur making its way

real yet magical
silent yet musical

cruel yet royal
wild yet mild

horrible yet beautiful
terrible yet delightful

cold yet warm
crude yet perfect

severe yet light
dull yet bright

appearing yet disappearing
nothing yet something

oh what poise without a noise....

Today I woke up to all the Christams cards I have stacked up over the years.
Pictures of snow glistening on tree tops and roof tops.
Snowman with his carrot beak, snowball fights quite a sight
Here I sit falling in love with the snow all over again in this winter wonderland

Then I said snow flakes......♪
The ice was breaking and ♪ love was waking in a winter wonderland ♪

This is one of my all time favourite songs and today I got to love it and live it yet another time. Check it out

♪ Now snow is gleaming and I'm not dreaming I know this is for real ♪
The love I have ♪ is too much to conceal ♪
Hey hey hey snow flake...♪♪
:)

How was it Lord?.....

To be the Life
Facing death and strife

To be the Way
Standing at the crossroad of life

To be the Shepherd
Among a pack of wolves

To be the Lion
Slain like a lamb

To be the Leader
Yet calmly follow

To be the Healer
Beaten, smitten and torn

To be the Magnificent
Despised, rejected and spat at

To be the Victor
Staring at the face of defeat

To be the Bright Morning Star
Clouded with dark insults and stares

To be the Living Water
Offered bitter vinegar

To be the Lifter of heads
Bearing the shame

To be the Truth
Accused by the false

To be Love
Surrounded by hate

To be the King of Kings
Wearing a crown of thorns

To be Dressed in Splendor
Hanging half-naked on a cross

To be the Resurrection
Embalmed in myrrh and aloes

To be the Son
Given up like a slave

To be the King of Glory
Locked in a tomb

To be the Sinless
Dumped with sin

Oh how was it Lord ??
To be the Saviour
Helpless and forsaken

Well my child,
It is all part of the plan
For every clan
There is no one to blame
Rejected, despised and in shame
Torn down and ripped
Hated and ridiculed
Left alone and forlorn
Taking your place
Paying the price
To set you free

Now draw near to Me
I’ll keep you safe in the hollow of My hand
Till we reach the Promised Land

Woke up to the voice of the railway gal 'Yatrigan kripya dhyan de…' and found the train gliding slowly through the din and smell of the Chennai Central. With anxious commuters thronging the platforms I managed to find my way and come out in one piece! Chennai … I prefer Madras; in spite of the mad-rush has its own identity.

Stepping out I found a place in one of those 'thaazhthala sogusu peirundhu'. Impressed with the bus being clean,I settled down to hear the driver and the condrructorr (some sort of tractor I guess ) converse… ’inna namakitiya filim kaatriya’ … Does modernization ever affect the common guy on the road… in terms of language! But thatz the best about Madras nothing can take away its self-proclaimed identity. The vibrant urge to survive and excel can be seen in every other guy…by hook or crook that’s a different story. Smart work culture everywhere from the streets to the Secretariat ;)

But later into the day I realized Madras is slowly catching up on the so-called Metro culture leaving behind its admirable identity… headphones on shaky heads, gals donning crazy accessories and funny Tees, many youngsters walking hand in hand!, beach sundal replaced with popcorns and pizzas, ‘lifestyle’ determining most of the styles, coffee pubs ever full …so ..so… In fact a very good turn…. Hmm but why is every Munniyandi, Mayilswamy and Kamatchi talking in English!!!!!! even when the person on the receiving end is Thamizh personified. Had a very interesting take on this at the Regional passport office… (wasted 3 whole hours in the government office amidst long queues, scores of people, some stray animals, honking cars and ofcourse an array of policemen/women). I have this thing whenever I’m in a queue; people usually cut the queue exactly at the spot where I stand. So I’m pretty used to those looks, pushes and ’ konja thalu ma’ (sigh).But this time it was quite an experience… first came a lady round and scary she looked straight into my eyes and said ‘Esgoose me’ .. I strained hard to figure out wht she said… !! wht goose was she talking abt?! But then considering her figure I stepped away a bit…. A little later heard a man in between his loud breaths, ‘yes-curse madam indhuva andha queue’.. How dare u curse me fella!… Then came a daintily looking gal saying ‘yech-use panreengala andhanda poyikuraen’ … naan ella alphabets-um use pannuvaen neenga epdi! Two college-going guys right in front of me found all this ‘periya kaamedy da ivanunga.. !! After the long wait the moment did come by I was finally at the counter… with a new leash of energy I stood there… when a gendle gendleman rushed in before me… and this time no trace of tht magic word… An intruder! so here was my turn to say a gentle ‘Excuse please, there is a queue already’.. he gave me one hard look and said inna ichuse inna please …. Ah haaaaa ….. Thanks to the official who gave him a stern look

It is fascinating how people express somehow what they want and care very little of how they do it.. When in comes to language, English - take it or leave it - is a binding force atleast in Tamilnadu but what is this new tongue so prevelant these days!! With a heavy dose of it, to be frank I did look up freedictionary.com for the right pronunciation.. Just to make sure I was right :)