The feeling of touching the dead body

It is after my vacation from the home town in the Feb month. The day seems little drowsy as I acquainted with the late mrng wakeup's.
A call from my roommate alerted me,  it carried a news "my brother in law is not feeling well and get fainted and fell down". This is not for the first time, I am there with him when we took to the hospital for the some stomach ache last time. Thought it was same as the last time.

I took an one hour permission and started to the hospital,  it was only a 10 min drive from the office. I was just waiting for the auto and no one stopped. I got a call again, this time his voice was trembling, "Naga, go fast, doctors are saying that he is dead". I got freeze for the news, it would never happen. He was very carer for his health. I soothen him, I was on the way,  don't worry, I will go an speak with the doctors. Even I was confident that doctors are faking the news.

I ask some biker on the way to drop me at the next signal. I just ran to the hospital corridor. His sister was sitting near the steps and he, looks like sleeping on the stretcher. She just broke into tears after seeing me. I couldn't stop her when she holding my legs and crying a lot.

I went to reception, but no one looks like to give the proper information. I returned to the stretcher. He looks like normal and sleeping on a bed. I hold his hand and checked the pulse. I never check the pulse of any one before. Hope, I could identify between the living and dead person. His eyes are little open. How could you say he is dead? I was neutral, and didn't dare to check his heart.

A near people enquired about the death. But a woman in the group handed water bottle to me, "give to her, she is going to dry her throat" .  Even she tried to soothe her.

The hospital staff pinching questions about the dead body, are you going to take the dead body to house? Or will you take to your native? Are you from Andhra? I couldn't answer any of them, because I don't know, what to do.
     I called to my roommate and enquired how long it will take for you?

The woman who helped before, enquired, what doctors had said? We're there any chances? And she only took me to the doctor and spoke to them. They confirmed "he was dead before they come to the hospital" , and showed a graph paper, ECG report, where there is no pulse. And she took me to another room and confirmed again. Now I am slowly realizing that he was no more.

My roommate appeared in the hospital after half an hour. She broken more now. Now I got the strength and so he could deal the situation. He soothing her more carefully and she was listening to her brothers words by shedding the tears on the side And he too shed his tears when he come out of his sister visibility. I couldn't manage if both were crying.

He called an ambulance. But it arrived late because of the same hospital name exists in another location. There was a communication gap. It has been four hours when we started from the hospital.

The driver follows his route to reach the city outskirts. We three sat before the dead body covered in a cooling box. It was the first time to be in Ambulance and very near to the dead body too. We travelled for another 3 hours to get out of the city. And the driver stopped for his meal. No one has took the meal for the day. Even I didn't dare to them.  I left them in ambulance and sat on the highway, thinking about the God's play.

We drove for another 2 hours nearing to nellore. In the mid way, his uncles catch them up and everyone broke into tears on the road.

I drop off from the mid and they carried their way with the dead body in an ambulance and disappeared in the dark night's.

It took another 3 hours to reach to home and another 3 days to get out of it.

What I learned from my vacation

Inspiration -  Self Art
Topic - Respect to Artists & Writers Intellectual property.
Sources -  www.transformingthreads.com,  www.visual-arts-cork.com

It was my first long vacation in my 6 years IT career. I took 10 days leave after I have a deal with my Manager.

But before, I thought to turn this as a long trip to Delhi, but that didn't work out. I made a route to the home, not sure about how to spend these 10 days except my long pending things which are personal.

Every month, I will plan to spend my part of time on interested fields of study. In those, Arts & Literature were the amusing fields for me. Lucky enough, I thought at the best time, where I could spend some time now to excel it.

Writers Property:
That was on my train journey to the home, I came to know about a website, where the author finds hard to get the reading books when she moved to a bangalore. She is maintaining a blog herself, and one of the post, just stucked me, saying, it is just bad reading the books without paying a royalty to the writer, where their works are intellectual property of them. We need to respect them, by borrowing the original prints.  Among countries, unfortunately, India is of them, in pirating the books printing. I relealized my mistake too.

*The author is paying a royalty to the writers upon selling the ebooks. Books are turned to ebooks after deal with writers.

Artists Intelligence:
Art is one of the powerful source tool for bringing your voice out and is a source of expression. This is as per modernism art. If we dig the roots a little, the pre historic art came for knowledge sharing; Renaissance art for aesthetic sense(Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo), where inturn segregated apart the Arts and Crafts, to bring the concept of utilitarianism; Surrealism, Dada(Abstract art to show anti revolution during World War 2); Cubism changed the arts view, bought by Picasso and finally Modern art(to share the view). The art has been changed by centuries and make it is properly undefined. This is only a drop, I learn in these days.

On my long reading knowledge about the different types of art, I came to know about a few things, where my art actually fit into(My arts which were recently posted on FB walls, belong to Drawing of Fine Arts) and also we need to pay respect to the artists for their intellectual works. When I gone through a website, the author pays a royalty when turning their classic arts into embroidery paints.

For everything and everyone in this world, we need to respect their intelligence and inturn their works too.

Salute to the Artists and Writers.

Chola love story

There once a king Raja Raja Chola, ruling the south India from the Tanjore district of Tamilnadu. The near future enemies are always strolling at the near by places of Chola Kingdom. But the king is good at war for his chanakya tricks. He had a princess named kundavai, who is the beauty of the beauty, charm of charm. She is well known for her archery skills. But her view is completely contra to Raja Raja Chola, she believes war creates havoc in the peoples' lives of both kingdoms.

As he believed, the vimaladitya Prince of chalukya declared war on the Chola. But the Vimaladitya have the same feelings as does have the  Chola princess. But the being a king, he could not avoid the wars. But as his attribute, he will try to avoid the war by speaking to the enemy's king before the war for the Peace settlement, but the bad luck, no one has ever listened to his words.

He did the same thing and met the Chola king this time. But the twist is the Chola princess came for the peace treaty instead of king. He fell in love with her on first sight.

And the Princess also likes his principles and wanted to marry him.

The war ended with their marriage.

My crush on her!!!

It was my crush on her..  But she came late into my life..  No regrets,  I welcomed her with a sweet kiss on her cheek and gave a tight hug. But when she left me...  I literally cried for her. I had so many memories with her..  None to forget. None of them return again.

Oooooooo....  Wait...  She is not a girl...  It was my first mobile. And here is my crush on it.

When every one sneaking out their mobiles from pockets, I just stared at the empty Blue sky. When everyone alerted for the ring tone,  I just became deaf, what to do.. I don't have this tiny 4'' inch mobile until my B. Tech third year.

It was on July 31, 2008. I went to a shop near my town with my dad and uncle. The sales person showed dozen of mobiles, but none of them allured me. But a tiny rectangular with nice flat finished corners in silver colored came to fit in my phant pockets. I came to know, I have a special liking on the rectangular finished flat corners like in iPhone 4s. I bagged a 4000 bucks to the shopper and grabbed my tiny love.

Firstly, what I did with this tiny angel. Yes.. I did as everyone do. Texting, Calling, hearing 4 most-loved Songs. Of course, it have 4MB space.  Err...  You have heard it correctly. In 4MB, I have struggled to keep my most nostalgic playlist. Don't surprise, you also could do it. But not in MP3 format, it should in .AAC format.  Thanks to the technology, it is the format I figured out which will squeeze/compress 4MB to 1MB without noise.

Then that day came as unknowingly..  I damn travelled for almost 2 and 1/2 days and in another 1/2 day, I would complete my 1000 km in 3 days. Under my deep tiredness, mobile has been slipped away. I remain silent for the shock.

Yes... I cried like some passed away. But...  Why?

Yeah...  I have the reasons, my mobile is not just like other, it is my memory box. The first message I sent to my friends Nazia, Rajasekhar etc, bunch of depicted messages by me for each of my friends b'day, My prank messages which I sent like a child, Rare Photos which would never return, all my contacts collected for an year, the recordings of friends voices...  Everything has been slipped away in a narrow cut. My memories can't be get again. I lost it.

This is not kind of adorance on the non-living things, it is kind of love on the memories. I don't love the things, but memories.

Why the lovers got separated?

Inspiration -  self
Topic -  Love

When he is getting wet in the rain, nobody wouldn't find that he is crying. The tears not for the physical pain, it is pain in the heart, because of the so-called love.

What is there in love? Why it would wreck the person's heart into the pieces and shattered around that nobody would able to pick it. From this, firstly, why love has been at lose, and why the lovers got separated? How He could play with the tiny hearts?

Yes He will break the hearts, and he is solely responsible. Then the question is why?

I could see some light in the tunnel. A mirror is like heart. A heart feels the love. If the mirror drops from height and scattered into pieces, does it fades away the image?  Nope, it never. A thousand of reflections can seen. Like, the wounded heart will share tons of love. Because, it knows the value of love.
       From the side of me, if you have through the love, someway, you lost yourself,  you could see the fathom of your heart, literally, you die as yourself and reborn as her. When your heart broken, you know the value of it and you will never make the someone's heart to be broken. The precious of love has been to the side of impeccable.

Like, the magnet never lose its properties of attraction, love never lose its sustenance. Somewhere it will die and reborn to make it immortal.

Love never dies....

This is my story, India.

After reading the Indian history, I came to know the different phases of India. The struggle for the India has been not now, since the ages of ages, it has been bifurcated, ruled, but still stood as an epic.

It was around 5000 to 2000 BC, we have proofs of urban culture in the place of Harrappa and Mohenjadaro. These were the only proof of places found till now for the present urbanization. Unfortunately, the roots of our India were in present Pakistan.
         Later, the aryans came to India and there were drastic changes, they bought caste system and also this was the time where sanskrit(Indo-European) became the language, where derived from Indo-Iranian language.

At the other end, Brahmin became the upper caste of all, and also to put the mankind in the right path, the Vedas, the Puranas and the Upanishads came into existence and became the crowns of the Hindu religion.

Initially all the principles are in oral, and the Rig Vedas mostly not in easy learn way and which can be chanted by the Brahman only. Later, to make Vedas to be easily chantable and can be sing and pray in Sama Veda. The Yajur Vedas deals with the  human rituals and sacrifices. Atharvana Vedas are magical incarnations. I believe the 'KALLAs' has been emerged from this veda.

After the vedic period, the Hinduism cost the own religion and testified due to the breakthroughs in culture. The new religions born after the Hinduism namely Buddhism, Jainism etc.

At the other end of the land, dravidian culture has been on it's peak, the cheras, the cholas, and the pandyas, along with the vijayanagaram Kingdom ruled the southern part of India. Tamil language, has been rooted from the southern part, which is indigenous to India. Other languages too rooted from the Tamil and on the years, all the languages has been clustered with Sanskrit,  Pallavas incepted sanskrit into Tamil,  Telugu has been formed from the conglomeration of Tamil and Sanskrit. The base script for Kannada and Telugu are same like Malayalam and Tamil.

The Mauryans, Guptas, Pallavas, Delhi Sultans, Vijayanagaram Empires,  Mughals,  Marathas, Sikhs, Raj puts, British have been ruled the India. Each empire has been given their best.

The Mauryans, (Asoka) has been tremendously scattered the Buddhism throughout the world.
The Guptas has promoted the great people like Kalidasa(Shakuntala), Aryabhata(invented 0) and Vatsayana(Kamasutra).
Pallavas ruled most of the southern India from Kanchi, Nellore districts and more temples established in and around. Rock cut temple of Mahabalipuram is one of their work.
Delhi Sultans, influenced the sanskrit,  due to their different origins of Turkish,  Persian and Arabic.
Vijayanagaram Empire, has increased the Telugu language status to its peak.
Observed that people divided into devotees of Shiva and Vishnus. Not sure from which period.
Mughals, built one of the nine wonders, Taj Mahal. And also introduced the Persian art and cuisines to India.
Marathas, given the great warriors like shiva ji, Baji Rao(all the 41 battles won)
British, laid the railway system and introduced many more systems.

Now the India is stood on its own freedom.

Note : All the information has been based on my understanding of the history of India. Forgive for the mistakes.

Four things I learnt from people (for love).

After so many people crossways through my life, I came across a few people, and which turned out my perceptions for love in life.  Here we go...

First beauty crush:
I have a little crush on a girl staying in front of my home. She looks gorgeous of her age. Later, I hardly stayed in my home due to my studies at out stations. May be after some couple of 5 years, I saw her in her brother marriage. The total shine of her adolescent age faded away now.  Then, I came to know that external beauty is not permanent. Soon it will be fade away.
*Love is not an external thing.

Second childish friendship:
Since my childhood, I have always a longing feeling, that I expect a genuine love from others. In my dictionary,  there is only one meaning for love... that is always true and unconditional.. I am always seek to find that right love(friendship) from others. At that age, I opted for friendship only, not love(which is attraction). But something came in between that didn't work out for me to mingle; there should some rap of 'liking' between the people to go for the next level. I didn't find both fall in the same place, so I left alone.
Above all, my friendship misfires as love when bonding with girls. So, I realised, I am always bad at friendship, basically I don't know to show it. But one thing, I could say, there is a fine thread of love, I am still sticking to it at least when they need me.
*Friendship is a need in deed.

Thirdly, courage:
Your friends list may vary different genres, like mine too.  A normal average guy, blackish in color, had a curly hair, wears like an 70's hero style, proposed atmost15 girls, as I know and still always ready to be in those shoes. An another white skinned guy of nice cut-out, stylised branded wears, always fear at love, that nobody would love him. And his shyness always cost him a weak in friendships too. There I have learn, the love is in courage. If somebody, I would love, I will never hesitate to tell them.
*Courage fates the love.

Lately love:
Lastly, If I really know fall in love, may be I end up like a ghost soon. But, some one knocked the door of true thing and showed that it is not always a safe journey. But, my possessiveness always showed that I am immature in love. Finally, I came to know, the real love is in others happiness. I turned to be whatever to see someone's life to be happy.
*Love is not about in taking, instead it is in giving.

These have turned me, and make me stood what I am now. May be some people turned you too in your life..  Just think about it. After all, Life is memories of Love..