Sunday, September 25, 2005

Nithya.....

Often the most precious moments are those which makes you feel bad.
For all you have missed till that moment and for all you will be missing after that moment.

Same was my sweet little moment with Nithya.

Nithya , a very cute , sharp and active girl.She was in the same school from which I passed out.But wait a moment she was in class 3 when I was in 9.
She was one of cute angels in the school very smart and she would make you feel that Life has more to offer than what we see...such a character was my Nithya.

Days used to fly by when she was in the school and was behind me always for some issue or the other.She had amazing sense of humor , I would love to support my arguments with events but then as I have quoted at the beginning it was when she left the school I felt .....

One year passed by and I had not seen her in the school ...Then again...
the world is small and I did meet her one day.....

It was about 8:00 in the evening and I was returning home after my tutorial class as usual pondering over about things which has happened and the mysterious events that are about to unfold.

Suddenly I saw an Image that was familiar for sometime and with a voice filled with confidence and Pain I called Nithya...Hoping It was her....
Thankfully It was her and she was not able to control herself ,she saw turned back and we were separated by a mere 10 mts at that time ...a fact which indicates that no matter how far your loved one is one day or the other they will be within touching distance.

As a deer hopping in joy
As an avalanche heading downwards
As a flash flood marooning places...Came my Nithya towards me.

I could hear her yell " Anna " as she ran to me and hugged me.
I was filled with motionless emotion ,she started weeping.
I was able to figure out the pain in her voice and eyes even though that moment didn't last long..It left an impression on me..which is why I am writing about it 8 years later.
That moment even now brings never ending joy...but comes with it the pain of not seeing her since.It just lasted for about 5 minutes but that 300 seconds is worth a rebirth if I could get her again.

I don't know where she is today..but I can imagine that she will definitely be doing well ..I just hope that she remembers me before it will be too late to...

Nithya where ever you are
Don't worry Life is short and world is sweet
It will get us together someday.....

Love you Nithya...Naveen Annaa..........

Incomplete tale of my friend....!!!!


I know a very good friend of mine who is believed by many as a good human being.But not many netheir no one knows his own true self apart from him and me.

That person was very bounded by a lot of societies limitations and ofcourse since he was from a typical middle class Indian Family.
He has not seen many failures in his professional life ,right from his school days to his present he feels many times that he has been showered with the best Life has to offer.But then since I am keen observer , I can conclusively tell that what he feels is right and he does feels hurt for what all has happened to him.

But things are a lot different when it comes to his personal and Family Life.He sure has been blessed with a rare kind of parents.
Mother , the true warrior , who cares seldom of herself and has truly sacrificed for the sake of her Family. I here refer to her siblings.
Dad , as the famous AD goes My Daddy Strongest ...I can tell he was simply best.
His brother like him caught in the storm of life infact like all...

Let me give an insight to his school days..He was a King in his own terms , no one before him or after him have ruled the school as he did.The respect he commanded from his teachers and his classmates and juniors and seniors is worth a mention.He was one among the first who gave a definition to his school.I may be too harsh on others in this regard but then I know most of the times i am right and also wrong.

Now I feel like giving this material a pre mature ending.I sure would love to go on and reveal his moments but then I just feel at one corner of my heart ..let me respect his privacy and feelings, for he has expressed himself before his friends since they are his collections in one way...

One more word...He lives his life very diferently from many and that many times that makes him stand out.
He cares a little for what will happen to him but does care a ocean for others.
Let him struggle through his immune life and I am sure I will complete this ...but when I live the answer to him.....

His life for many is like an illusion
But for him it is an undiscovered Ocean

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Journey of Life



We came into existence from where
Till the day we reach the grave

We are plagued by issues which has no answers
Only the thing that remains are the questions

Oh! God many believe you are there
Many also believe that you are not there

Why are we born here
The reason is not very clear

How can there be a peaceful place to live
When you see problems galore

Right from the day of birth
Till the sensible death

Can mankind relive the glory days
Which he badly needs to rewind

How can a man die when he is alive
Rather why cant when he‘s born from death

Is death the answer to all the problems?
I just wonder life will be meaningless without the solutions.

I believe there is Life after death
For what we have achieved to betray it

Isn’t man the heart of the swirling waves
Which cause havoc on human lives

Battered and Bashed lies this human Life
Oh ! my Warrior there is something better always to shape

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Looking Back after One Year....






One year down the line..
Trying to walk behind the memory lane

Buried in our thoughts lies our College Days
Time to relieve them since today is its burial day

Rest Assured they remain Immortal in our thoughts
Amidst the Hue and cry of the Corporate jolts

Today was the day when we gathered for our first Job
At the famous lounge of the West End blog

Thinking of a Monday Last year
Which, slowly turned out to be a Tuesday this year
Which was just a year ago…..!!!!

Sown in our minds were the seeds of a Fruitful career
No idea how many really satisfied their desire

I am happy with what I have achieved
But again the human inside surfaces and tells it could have been better

The days have changed, as well as the time
Trying to connect people via Online

Walking into the Ballroom last year
Fresh from an experience of a lifetime for four years

The day just got better and better on a bright Monday
Only to find our self signing and listening to various talks on D-day

Many for sure were getting just accustomed to the five star Culture
No idea whether we will visit that Ballroom structure

One more thing at last
Had a major bash at the fort
Better known as Leela Palace
Just was a blessing in disguise

Comes to my mind how I wandered around that Lawn
Coming to terms with the outside fun

Fresh in my mind is that creeky sound
Where I took Sreeja only to find that become numb.

Believe me, it was a experience for two days
Then on it has been a struggle for many
Joy for some and despair for some

Mind just hovering over about the work we do
And the pay we get.
We really tend to forget the motive behind it
It is all the change which none of us deserved

Cruelty that college life came to an end
Only to make us better equipped and self reliant

I am afraid I am divulging from the topic.
Just wanted to wish all my People a very Happy One Year at Accenture



I could go on and on ,
No intention to bore everyone
Just remembered Aug 16 2004






Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Success In Life


Perhaps ,this is what is called as motivation.
The drive to keep one self through the trough of failures.
Agreed everyone can’t be Michael Jordan
But each and every one of us can be our-selves.


Nobody realizes the effort behind the success.
Truly failures are pedestal for our destiny.
Where we reach is anybody’s guess
But they will remain as only guess work which could remain on paper.


Ask your mind what should be my destination
Tell your senses there lies my goal.
Take motivation from the motivated.
Gain momentum from your inner heart.


What could be said and done about the greatest failures
For they have often scripted the most celebrated Victories.
But even then the pain of failure is bound to hurt
Rather it will be the sweet cherry on top of that Successful Cream


My aim is only to motivate people with my own Senses.
Because I believe in my own world and words
One can successful by helping others to so.
But then everything doesn’t depend on others.


Rather you need someone for yourself.
That I advice should be yourself.
If You are always there for others.
Then you won’t be alone since you are there with you


Don’t measure your Success with a Pan
For there in nothing which could measure that
Everything has its won Value and Creation
That is the beauty of God’s Creation.


What is life without you?
But It is nothing without others too.
Rather a harsh comment on those who think of them
Who are they to think of them?


I don’t know how many agree with me.
For most of my time I am alone in my world
That is why you see such crazy writing from me
It would make no sense for others but for me it does


People tell me I contradict myself many a times
But no conclusion will be without controversy
For there could be nothing called So
It there isn’t something called Some


This is not to confuse anyone
Don’t assume that I am confused
Since there is none who is not confused .

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

A Blossomed Rose nipped in its Bud


The girl next door…!!!
The idea of writing something which others could accept in a manner which
will make me happy was lingering in my mind for a long time now ,but i somehow was
not able to find the time and will to do it. But here I am with my first Chapter.

This is my narration of a small movie which depicted the life of a person ,Meena in this case which exposes the cruelty of life along with its beauty, and hence felt that I should share my experience with you all.

A small story about a girl who builds her family only get herself destroyed amidst the mist of rural India and the ignorance of people and also their unknown craze for Money..

There was small village by name Bendhapur in interior Southern India.
As usual the tale of people was no different from the rest of our country rural atleast.
Poverty, illiteracy , Ignorance….
There was this time when monsoon failed and people used to struggle for a meal and
the plight throughout the village was no different.
Blame on them, but for what? Just because they stayed at villages doing farming,
that would be the most sarcastic reason to think off..
Blame it on the Government, but for what? For letting this people to be ignorant .
I would rather blame the people who say they represent the Government on one side and common man on the other side.

Faced with the brunt of poverty and starvation the villagers were in search of some form of livelihood with the failure of Monsoon , which supposed to be natural calamity is turning out to be an event every year just like our Film fare awards.

Then from nowhere the village was intruded by some greedy landlords and small scale Industrialists whose main aim was build an empire for themselves ,have their wife and children well off at the cost of their neighbour.
They took advantage of the society at that moment and introduced to the village the art of Child Labour.

As usual just like a typical Indian Village there was a teacher in a small enclosure called School who was worried about the future. He always remained the unheard voice ..

Lightning now-a-days selects people and then strikes.

A telling blow was put to the future of children of that village, as usual it was the Girl children who were made to bare the brunt as they were compelled to go to work leaving their family, in search of measly pay which for them was more than sufficient to raise their family.

My character called Meena was no different. She was made to sacrifice her life for the sake of her family.

Here I would like to give a brief description of her family members.

One hand there was her mother who was not very happy with the turn around of events ,as will which mother like it ? Here was her child who was a going to school the next day being put to work in a small factory for which she had to travel a huge distance but then there was this company bus which used to pick them early in the morning even before the sunrise.
(Perhaps the present firms in urban India
Learnt their concept of Cab facility from them ,,,who knows…!!)

She had a small brother named kutty who was very happy with their life but I just pity him for what he knew what was about to happen. She faced the dilemma of separation from her brother for the sake of money. Meena left home before kutty wakes up and comes only after he goes to bed.

Somewhere I felt the balance of our family structure was getting affected with all these improvements.

Hold on a moment how will Meena’s description be complete without a mention of her Father. I don’t have any personal vendetta against him for he was one of the most irresponsible person. He was ecstatic with his daughter’s earnings ,pretty happy to spend the money but somewhere down the lane forgot that even Meena is a Human being with all the emotions as him.Perhaps he might have thought that Girls don’t qualify for being treated equally in our society .

Meena ,as she grew up takes the responsibility of being the sole breadwinner of her family. But then as it happens many time, cupid strikes and she falls for a boy and the unimaginable happens.

Meena elopes with the guy and they get married but did they live happily. No why?

How can our Society let them live happily.?

Fresh from being a victim of Child Labour for the past few years she now becomes a scape goat for another evil in our society called “Caste Culture“ .

Diversification of people on the basis caste ,creed ,religion ,Is it ever going to stop..? I wonder.

But as a traditional Indian Family ,Meena’s parents are unable to take the turnaround of events (There is a popular saying from our ERT Instructor .Smoke is what kills a person more than fire. I would tell the society is what kills Indians rather than the crime) and her mother commits Suicide. Meena’s father is left with all his memories of olden days where he basked in the fame of his daughter’s work which got transformed to money only to realize now he was wearing a mask.
But then I would tell it’s too late, because cruelty strikes in pairs and to provide an end to the story Meena also kills herself.

Now I am left to wonder What does this entity called Meena’s Life stand for without the noble soul in it which was traumatized by all the possible social evils that prevails in our country. It’s waiting for its burial and at least till that school master survives in this world Meena will be remembered.

But I am not talking about one Meena here, there are innumerable of them sacrificing themselves for the welfare of their family. How is our Society rather we going to recognize them? Somebody help me with this question.

Let those battered souls be an example for the path which our country is taking today, but as the popular saying goes.”Who cares…”?

As I read in a book which talks about Re-incarnation
” The soul Never Dies, for the body is never alive “..needless to say they will live on for ever and I just pray that one fine day they will take some other material form and come back to our world..perhaps to get a better deal from us then…..!!!!


Who am I


Hi People,
This is Naveen ,an Engineering graduate from Bangalore working in a MNC presently.
My Interests vary often but one that doesn't change is my Passion towards my Famliy and Friends although not explicitly expressed.
Love Outdoor Games and travelling with friends.