the game of "8" :)

i was tagged by my blogger friend Julie http://umengine3.blogspot.com/for this game

The rules are simple

1) Go to your photo files, select the 8Th photo folder.
2) Select the 8Th photo in that folder.
3) Post that photo along with the story behind it
4) Then ask 8 blogging friends to do the same

so here i am doing my bit to make sure the game goes on :)

the story behind the shot...

This was a shot taken at Nandi Hills. It was 6 am in the morning and we had travelled all the way from Bangalore to Nandi Hills for a Sunrise Treat :)  ... Unfortunately we were not able to capture the sunrise because it rained!!! the sun was behind the cloud....but something very amazing happened in that moment... each shot that i have taken from my simple sony 6 megapix camera came out wonderful...i even got an award for one of those shots in my office!!!

Moral of the story...God plans the beauty even if you think it is a waste of an effort :)

i am tagging only few friends since i do not have a big network but i request the tagged friends to follow the rule of "8"

so here goes the list ( am not repeating friends who are already tagged for this game ..e.g. warrior girl :) ) ..am not tagging Honey Kreg...for i dont want to disturb her as of now...

http://ladydavid.blogspot.com/
http://richa-someday.blogspot.com/
http://myhappinessandsentiments-lolit.blogspot.com/
http://velvetoversteel.blogspot.com/

YOU...My Love...

this is dedicated to somebody..who has given birth to me ..she will never ever read it and i will never be able to let her know, in so many words, what she means to me ..

but by putting my feelings in the form of words i have made one thing SURE...the message has been sent to the universe and it will never be destroyed till life exists...for you cannot destroy energy..in doing this i have in my own humble manner ..made my mother immortal...eternal...



YOU ....no page 3 material..
you dont have diamonds in your neck
you are not too much into finesses of life..
no music, no good food, no wine...no dine...nothing...

you dont walk in beauty
and dont compare to moon (for me YES ..)

you have no opinions on bigger issues..
and you dont care ..

you are shy ..you are introvert
you have no savings
no education
no languages known
no books read
no world travelled...

nothing... NO THING....

but this umblicial cord
which binds my heart to yours
tells me

you ...the most educated
for you taught me LIFE and LIVING
you ...the most well dressed
for i love the cotton wrapping your body which gave life to me
that bindi on your head..
and the kajal in your eyes...
oh so hot..and so trendy....
as if you carry the universe inside you...
you most travelled..most fine....most read...
for you always knew things in advance..
and they would be true ...

who cares about books read..and world travelled....


the only thing you ever knew was to love me
protect me fiercely
as a lioness

oh my darling...oh my MOTHER...
you reside here
in the depth of my soul
amongst the arteries, blood and muscles of heart...
you beat...in the form of that intangible sense of security
i cant touch with hand...

oh ...with you ...
ends my quest
of ONE
for i know
how it would be
when i see you
raw...rude...rustic....crude....PURE...and...SUBLIME.....

YOU are the MOST profound experience i have had...
you ....my advancement in leaps and bounds in spirituality
you my discovery of ONE
you my life-giver
my liberation
my soul-satisfaction
my beginning...my end.....
you....my mother...

i am so proud of you....!!

the damp mansion and the crystal memories...

the wind is strong
and it threatens to force open the door
of the hidden mansion inside me...
....the furnitureless calm mansion
there are some old crystal emotions
kept in corners
protected, saved and beyond the reach of my own self
for if it opens
the rays of it will blind my eyes
break my heart
whip my soul....
to know those crystals are no more mine
they are in the 'past'
and hankering for them in 'now'
will only blind my eyes
burn my soul
and break my heart....

long long back
i had dusted the mansion
and kept the crystals on the racks
locked the doors
and walked out in the forest outside
knowing
i will never come back

but sometimes
the wind is so strong
and the smell of mansion so near
that i see the forest
and i raise my hand to open the door ....
in the vacuum

Bruce Almighty- interpretation of an 8-yr-old...

Note: this is a write up ONLY to express what my 8 yr old mind interpreted of this movie in the body of a 34 yr old woman. Film making has always interested me and when i watch a movie it is more than the script that my mind and eyes capture. i ,very pleasantly, realised that what i go thru internally can be posted on my blog..simply sending the message to the big void out there ..not caring if somebody reads or does not..the idea is to put the dialogue inside my head into words!! and the feeling is great....because most of the time the laptop monitor does not bounce back and give me a stare which says..you crazy? i mean it was a plain movie...how come you saw it in so much of detail... my god it was just a drama!!! get over it!!

my take on any movie is a take by an 8 yr old which seriously needs to be ignored and forgotten :) please do not take any of my inputs as anything which will make sense in real world .. :) it is an interpretation of my world and might not be in sync with yours :)

And the rambling begins...

well, to begin with .... the concept and the idea of being a god for one day was magical..wow...i am sure he must have entered the script writer's mind one day to produce this whole concept !!!

Morgan Freeman...is so close to the KIND and SOFT eyes i associate GOD with ....the whiteness of the environment..the silence in his demeanour..the love in his eyes...ohhh.... how i felt like running to him and hugging him ...always knowing ..... Aham Brahmasmi....I am the GOD!! but its nice to see a concept in a concrete form

well the god in the form of a cleaner...awesome.... there are two things here - GOD is all ..the millionaire and the humble...and every level is GOD..the cleaner and the not-cleaner section :) beautiful.....GOD is humble...he does not care if he is not in a merc...somewhere it also reinforces something we tend to forget - the honor of manual work :)

he does not interfere with the free will  - so you cannot make people love you...oh the desire to make grace love him..jim carrey carried this scene so beautifully...he had the power of god...but not the power to break a free-will ....nah...with all his power the desperate need in his body language was sad ..tho very funny on the face of it...

wow...what if we really had access to the prayers thrown in universe...cool...loved it.... i mean, wow...having a message in your inbox.....oh...what a lovely feeling....

the scene where he reads the prayer and knows that he has to free her..the conflict of wanting and releasing ...i guess Mr. Carrey is gifted....when he walks in the rain...all alone..desolate on a "deserted" road (implying his loneliness) and the rain (implying his sadness) ...the pain in his chest finds the manifestation in his body...literally stumbling ...i think that scene has been captured with its immense pain and beauty in an awesome manner...and jim carrey is awesome ...

where does he get this energy from..his salsa with the camera...awesome....the cuts in his acts are so pure..aah...beauty...sheer beauty...a treat to mind

bruce's interaction with god... how amazing..instead of fear ...it is friendship...beautiful chemistry .... white and child-like

coding of universe..message sent to us by the universe in the mundane things we refuse to acknowledge.... how beautifully captured..once upon a time i was endowed with this power :) i could see lot of messages :) and most of them were right!!! bingo!! but with age and corruption of soul...with weak soul-sight i am losing it....hmm...let me see if i can capture it back...suddenly this movie reminded me of something i had forgotten..cool..so today on i start practising this trick which worked so well when i was a child

A B(be) Positive - be positive (just an example shown in the movie)


the free will, the need to be dependent on the power of ONE, when we are the power, the miracle that is US...all of this has been a concept which i came face to face very early in my life - thanks to the Conversation with GOD series (Neale Donald Walsch).... and Bhagwat Gita...nothing was new .... it was all very well and very neatly captured in MATRIX...yet...you dont get bored of interpretation of same thing in different forms :)

it was  certainly a treat to the soul.....

dead...

have you ever lived a time when your body is functioning well but your soul is dead...you carry a vacuum inside you..and also a lump in your throat with some type of unexplained pain in the muscles of your heart and on the walls of your chest....

well, thats exactly what i am going thru now...

my baby is gone for SEVEN days...i have not lived without her even a SINGLE day since she graced my life..i have been crying in spurts...with no reason...it hurts when she is not around..it hurts when house is so perfect and i am not screaming my lungs off because she has stained the lounger....i detest this perfection..the freedom to go out anytime ...the freedom to not boil her bottles, fill her milk for night...the uninterrupted cooking...

ohhh...how i miss her.......what happens when she is grown and gone..... god save me

come  back soon lest i die of breathing problems...