Chaanaka Abhishekam on Krishnan

At Marathahalli in Bengaluru.. To be precise its Panathur near Varthur.
There I used to walk down the unknown streets along with my dear friend Hemanth(Hemu). Its like exploring some new paths, places. finding out some short cuts.. sometimes long cuts!!
I do remember, one evening we started walking and fortunately reached home after 3 hrs. Had we not seen any hidden path to complete a cycle, it would have taken many more hours..

Let me come to the point.
One fine morning..
We decided to go out for a morning walk as it was a holiday for Hemu.
Krishnan(Kris) too had leave on that day. So he too was ready for a walk.
Krishnan.. Our dearest common friend.. He was staying with his mother and elder brother named Vishnu. We call him 'Vishnu chettan' or simply 'chettan' …
Krishnan forced his brother to come out with us for a stroll and we four people started walking..

We took left when reached Bellandur Railway station. A lot of Eucalyptus trees were there below the track. I liked pissing under the trees.. So I might have pissed there as usual..
We soon reached a paddy field after passing a lot of trees. There we sat under a small tree.

There I saw cow dung . It was fresh n beautiful, circular in shape and looked like a green Pizza! I wanted to put a plum at the center of that Pizza. I wanted to make that morning memorable! So I was badly searching for a suitable small stone. But I didn’t find any.

And finally when we were about to return, I saw a big stone. Since no small stone around, I thought to use that big one. Since the stone was very big, I knew it could spread our Pizza. So given alert to all the people. Told them to move back. Everybody obeyed except Krishnan.
So again and again I told him to keep away from the frame. But he didn’t move an inch.
Finally I said 'I am throwing the stone, u move back' and then I threw the stone.
I thought Kris would move back by this time. But he didn’t. Instead he came forward and tried to stop the stone with his right foot. Since the stone was very big and heavy, he could not stop it. It made a small wound on his foot and fell on the cow dung. The much awaited moment thus happened.
Our green pizza was spread in all possible directions and it only decorated Krishnan's shirt!
Actually I didn’t expect that. I wanted only to have some fun.. I am a fun loving kinda person.. crazy infact..
Vishnu chettan was angry and said " Swamy, what have you done.. This is not right".
Hemu didn’t say anything. I looked at Krishnan's face. What was that feeling?? But he didn’t look at me.
I was expecting Krishnan doing the same thing on my shirt.. I was imagining Kris pasting chaanakam(the cow dung) on my shirt. I was ready to accept it. But was a little bit worried, since my shirt was new and good!

Krishnan then found out some muddy water around and went there to wash his shirt. Hemu and Vishnu chettan rushed toward Kris to be with him. To console him?

I didn’t move an inch. I was stuck. I felt sorry for the scene.

Krishnan came back after washing his shirt.
He didn’t talk to me.. He didn’t even look at me.. He controlled his feelings..
So he didn’t do anything.. And that really made me sick.. Why he didn’t hit me? Why he didn’t paste cow dung on my shirt? He could have done that easily..
While going back, I didn’t say anything. Vishnuchettan was telling to buy Dettol or something.
Hemu, realizing the pain in my heart, came near to me and said , "I was pretty sure that you would throw the stone".
A fainted colorless, odorless smile spread on my face..

Just Forgive me

I came to weep by pressing my face on your bosom..
I came for a nap by putting my head on your lap..
I came to you as a child who visits his mother..
But you wanted the man in me!!
What can I do? just forgive me..

The story behind a kiss

This story is all about a kiss transmitted from India to USA.

First of all, let me introduce the characters:

Nambiar (Kiss Receiver)
Dheerubhai (mutual friend: kiss intermediate transmitter)
Sri Sri Ratheesh Swamy (kiss sender)

this story starts its journey from chennai, when the 'sender' was staying there. I dont know what really happened. One day the 'sender' felt some tremendous joy, some ecstatic joy coming out from his heart and he was overwhelmed by its thrust.. Some meditation might have happened in him.. He felt total harmony with the universe..

Out of this state of total blissfulness, absolute forgetfullness, he remembered one of his class mates.. They were not that much close during college days.. but they were seen together when playing cricket..

I still remember it.. one day they both set a partnership of over 60 runs in 6 overs.. But the funny side is Nambiar scored all the 60 plus runs in 3 overs!! Mr. swamy scored zero runs in 3 overs and was simply wasting all the balls.. giving maidens to the bowlers.. that was all he could do..

Let me come to the present moment.. An eternal ecstatic joy!!

All of a sudden, Dheerubhai (kiss transmitter) went to USA for onsite work.
This eternal ecstatic joy suggested swamy to kiss Nambiar and tell 'I luv u'.. But Nambiar in usa and swamy in chennai.. so hw to kiss?

When chatted with Dheerubhai, swamy asked whether he was staying near to Nambiar. He replied he would be going to meet Nambiar soon. so swamy requested dheerubhai to kiss Nambiar and tell him 'i luv u'. And swamy continually reminded him not to forget those two things..

Finally Dheearubhai met Nambiar..
And later on, swamy was told that Dheeru kissed Nambiar but forgot to tell him 'iluv u'..

what happened after the kiss??
imagination of swamy:
Nambiar sitting next to his Japanese friend. That gal asks Nambiar about Swamy.
Nambiar replies: " he was insane during college days.. nw he is too much.. really gone mad.. he is more insane than he was ever before..

lets hug trees..

While coming back from college in the evening, I used to stand in front of a big old Mango tree.
You could hardly view the top of the tree as the leaves were very thick and densely placed..
And there were times, u could get a glimpse of the 'most wanted top' in autumn season..

there near to the tree, i used to stand around 2,3 minutes.. imagining a bird sitting on the very top of the tree..
n i had wished to take the photograph of that scene.. though i didnt hv any camera at that time..
still i do nt own a camera.. even my mobile phone do not hv camera!
Everyday I used to improve the frame by visually removing or adding certain branches, leaves, etc..
'this angle is gud..' 'just include that branch' etc.. etc..
occassionaly i could see a crow sitting on the top..
but no camera.. had wished to use the camera of Cherish.. but never asked him for this purpose..
so that was the routine.. standing still.. dreaming.. then going home.. thats it..

Note:  I always loved throwing small stones to get some mangoes..
Infact I still have that passion burried deeply within my soul..
And most of the mango trees liked me throwing stones and blessed me by showering dozens of mangoes.
Then eating of those mangoes with salt.. vow..what a taste!!

After a few years, heard that the big old mango tree was removed from this earth..inevitable happened to my dear tree.. n my dream was shattered :(

another crazy story..
i like chembaka poo very much..(dunno its english name).. dont want to do google search to find the name, as google search increses global warming :)
its very beautiful.. its smell is very different.. dunno hw to express it..

Oneday at Lalbag in Bengaluru.
I saw a chembaka tree there. but u cant pluck flowers.. if u dare, ready to give penalty.. fine of some amount.. its displayed on a small plackard there.. so i decided not to go against rules..

But I wanted to get a chembaka flower. So while walking towards the tree, i asked:
"fine kodukkaan ente kayyil kaasilla.. athukondu enikku oru poo thaa"..
 (no money.. so giv me a flower)..

To my surprise, that tree gave me a nice flower. I stretched my right arm and the flower fell on my palm.
I looked around. "Is there any security around?"

i do believe.. if u luv them, hug them, talk to them, spend time with them.. then definitely u will get response from them..

am nt a social activist or a reformer.. infact i dont feel any committment to the society as of nw..
i am least bothered about the ecological issues, hazards, calamities caused by eliminating trees from this earth..
n least concerned about ozone layer, green house effect etc..
then y am against cutting trees is very simple... bcoz at this very moment, i love them.. thats all..

Jokes

nw its the time for a few jokes.. just recreating some jokes..
i had read this joke long back.. around 10 yrs ago..
this story happened in Europe very very long back.. not in this century..
a gal from a poor catholic family had gone to city and came back with huge amount of money after a few months.. her mother welcomed her and questioned her how she got that much money..
she said: momma i became a prostitute..
momma was about to faint and asked.. wht did u say? i didnt hear u properly..
she then repeated.. i became a prostitute.. momma..
oh.. thank god.. i frightened..coz wht i heard was u became a protestant!!
thanx to an unknown author..

another old joke:
I hv read:
Pope Julius II instructed michelangelo to do the decoration of the ceiling in the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City.
For four years he painted the ceiling, lying on his back most of the time.
oneday 1 old lady came to the church, and was talking in front of the altar very loudly as if god were there before her.
she was very much involved in that and she couldnt see michelangelo painting under the ceiling.
michelangelo heard her talking.. n decided to hv some fun..
he then said: "Oh dear, I am Jesus Christ.. nw tell me ur problems."
then that lady replied to the oracle of michelangelo: "u shut up.. am talking to ur father.."
Thanx to Osho.

another one:
I hv read:
80yr old n 90yr old got married..
their first nite..
oldman took her palm and pressed it for 5min.. as they couldnt do beyond that.. then they both started sleeping..
next nite.. the process repeated.. this time it lasted only for 2 min..
third nite.. wen the oldman was about to take her hand, she refused n said.. nt tday.. am nt feelin gud.. head ache..
oldman exhaled:" thank god" :)
Thanx to Osho.

final one:
I hv read:
one day one american lady and her french frnd were discussing the honeymoons of French n American..
French lady: my man kisses me on my forehead.. then on my eyes.. then on my nose, then cheecks.. then on my lips.. then on my my neck.. and then..
American lady interrupted: please stop.. its enough.. and she added
by this time.. American would hv come back after honeymoon.. :)
Thanx to Osho.
enough for nw...

water birth delivery

During a water birth, a mother gives birth to her child in a pool or tub full of water. Water improves the chances of a normal delivery.

As far a child is concerned, water birth is the best option. The child has been in the womb swimming in a pool of fluid. And its very easy for the child to continue in the same state. It is proved that small kids are the best swimmers. So no need to go anywhere to find the logic behind it.

For the child, those 9, 10 months are eternal. The child sleeps without dreams and feels absolute timelessness. And this eternal life dies when he is out of womb. A new world of time is waiting for him. So for the child, the birth is itself a death. Normal delivery is very painful for the child.. Why giving more pain by going for normal delivery.
So soon-to-be mothers can opt for this new technique.