Saturday, June 29, 2013

EARTHEN VIEW


ENLIGHTENMENT..OF A KIND


Kanimozhi's re-election to Rajya Sabha gifted me no surprise. It is one more Sun Rise, similar to the one i have witnessed a few months back. Kanimozhi showed more dignity than a few other tainted ones who even after  grabbing money splashed it on low end shows and make-up kits. Kanimozhi even after coming out from Jail showed much of character and her faith and loyalty to the  party paid for her a second term. She did not involve in any funny shows or showing off like the greed of a middle east. Middle East Greed was very proud and wanted to show the world that it is connection and greed that matters. Like an item number, Middle East Greed  made a statement  'who is not corrupt in India'??.Yes, you are corrupt, corrupt from the whole of you; a greedy item number who showed off more than the genuinely honorable ones.

Do you need a story of Ganga to splash your arrogance on earthen elements. Pity you.. 


Kanimozhi showed much of dignity than the shows of greed of Middle East and if you want to forgive that show- off- greed , we can  forgive even Kanimozhi. Our heart is not like your huge love heart which meanly slices and thrashes the ones who oppose  and largely forgive and accommodate your flatterers.


Kanimozhi did not make any huge announcement or did not do any proud make- up- kit- show or spend stolen money for endless parties or  honey moons or marriage parties like that greedy red rose item  number of  middle east.


It is Kanimozhi who showed character, faith and loyalty to her party. She did not hire Half  Baked Modern Gandhis to create Artificial Springs to destroy nation for a Middle East Greed to do item numbers in India. That  Middle East Greedy item number splashed her stolen money and performed worse than the half dressed item numbers of bollywood and you all cheered her for you to settle scores.. Pity You again....


Kanimozhi.. we allow you to cherish your Second Sun Rise. 


Bhagiratha Broguht Ganga to this Earth and even we are also in one Bhagirath Yagna. 


I have read a story written by James Andrews. His Story- 'Eighth Grade' is about  one diplomat who kept on teaching moral and righteousness to others and  ended up marrying one eighth grade party flirt who was flirting with a lot of rich Arabs in Dubai for money. Mr. James claims that his story is based on the real life of a diplomat and this eighth grade flirt trapped him in one of his Dubai Visits. She wanted more money and for that she acted like the most lovable one and in his story this Diplomat to save his image kept on telling everyone that his eighth grade flirt is the most precious thing he found in this universe. 


It is that Meera Wrote in her Blog after seeing the hypocrisy exist in our society..Her Blog the 'Real Me' pulled a string from my heart..

It is true that many women struggle in their life and a few try to hide their miseries and try to act as they are happy. If you sting them you find not anything because they would have turned numb much before you tried to slice them. Oh, may be a porn/pedestrian writer can  laugh and fill  her/his column  on tear drops of others. You can invite such writers for lunch and dinners and they may liberally praise your jutty-blouse clad item. 

It is not that  your item number only should have dreams. It is not that your item number only should prosper. You hug one item number around you and hire people to call  others names. What a Greatness... There are many better human beings exist in this world than your jutty-blouse clad item number who kept on doing mere items to get low end publicity..  Pity You again... 


Don't teach me morals, righteousness of your kind.. I know that better than you...


A part of me is dead gone but my inner soul comforts me and tells me that there no necessity for me to run back in fear of someone who stung me from behind, the one who wore masks and tried to fool me, tried to seduce me, tried to humiliate me, tried to chase me, tried to finish me, tried to ransack my whole existence, tried to drain my happiness drop by drop, squeezed my human elements and tried to fill emptiness. There no need to fear such a wild element who hires porn and pedestrian writers as support units.. My soul is more precious than your wildness..


Second Sun Rises always mesmerized my thinking streams. 


Poor Kanimozhi, i don't think she is a Criminal with a Criminal Mind. She is a victim caught hold of the stream of politics and encountered a few rough tides. I am sure she does not need to grab  money to open a Spa or  to invest in any imported make up kit..


Let her Sun also rise..like many others


I know a few narrow minded ones  send their arrows to silence me and i know what to write back when they exceed their limits. What is wrong if i say let Kanomozhi's Sun also Rise.. I don't think  there any rule in this world that only your Second Rise should be boasted off. 




Meera.. Enough.. Please ..

I can understand the system  which encircled our earth.  It is worse than i expected... Humans i encountered were wilder than the wild animals of forests....Tell me not anything.. I know.. i know it more than anyone knows...

Honestly, like a fool i am empowered and enlightened..
Strangely hope is a thing with earth like flowers, much more poetic than i expected, anticipated..
I am stepping on that earth and i don't know why i feel so numb even when i climb the most beautiful poetic temple of life. Strangely i am not sad nor happy and that feeling itself is very poetic.... Genuinely my soul has found its essence..in its purest form...