MOTHER..!!!

"Amma ennalu..yeno harushavu, namma baalige.. avale daivavu, amma ennalu ella marethevu, endoo kaanadaa sukhava kandevu..." (To say MOTHER, it feels good, she is d god to our lives, we forget everything when we call MOTHER, we see the HAPPINESS which we never see/saw!).

I walk back in my memory lane, I was hardly 11 or 12 then and one fine day in my school everyone started to talk abt their emotions and feelings towards their mothers. I had to stroll for a while to understand whatz goin on arnd. I had always known Teacher's Day, Children's Day, etc., but never knew dat there was a day dedicated to MOTHER!. I was so happy that day and was back home early w/o playing wid my frens after school. I started a sweet little chat with my amma(mom). I asked her had she ever heard abt MOTHER'S DAY!, she listened to me and dinn reply for a while and got me a glass of milk. For a moment i thot she dinn know abt that, then came those words which made me feel lost within her.. these were the words "After i became a mother, every day is Mother's Day".

ME the fool always thought from my side, that was the day when i satrted thiinking from her side too. I had few questions for myself..

"How many times can a Mothers heart be broken? How many tears can a Mother shed? How much love as yet unspoken Can never be said?".

I recall a few words which i had come across years ago.. abt MOTHER!! .."Her baby's beautiful eyes only seek the goodness in people!, her touch can move the unmoveable". My mom keeps on repeating "When the kids are grown,life will be different. They'll leave our nest,and the house will be Quiet....and calm....and empty....and lonely....And I won't like that at all!And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY,but looking back at YESTERDAY ."

Me feels dat she is d only person who can spread SELF-LESS LOVE. A mother’s love begins before the child is born and lasts through time and difficulties and differences and many wounds and days of joy and days of sorrow, winding, wearing, eeping, sharing, changing until, at the end what remains is that solid core that began as love before the child was born. Her love is like the rush of life, a bubbling, laughing spring that runs through all like liquid light and makes the mountains sing.

It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, and it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation....A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand and another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.

To a child's ear, "mother" is magic in any language. A mother's love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking! No gift to your mother can ever equal her gift to you - LIFE!!!

Love you mom!!!!

<<...fRoZeN fIRe...>>

Hi !!!
How r u ? you never seem out what u r inside… y is it so complicated to know the simple things……. Y should one think of something which never thinks of him/her…. Y are there many questions which don’t have any answers….. y is it that having everything makes us feel that we lose that something which makes everything….. y is it that we always want to know more about the things which we know rather than to know the unknown……….

I know that these are non-sense … y cant these be a senseful thoughts by a person who just keeps sailing in the ocean of mind in search of those words which ends the journey. Y cant those virtual things be the reflections of the original ones, y cant one see the pictures of those who are no more……. Y is that the face has much value than the ace within him/her.

All this might seem a total bullshit… but has anyone ever thought that …. Thoughts are the ones which lead to a place where only a few live even after everything vanishes about them… y cant one think of those places where only a few eyes went in search of those words which were never heard to speak about the silence……..

For the one who is dumb, the whole world seems to be deaf and for the one who is deaf, the whole world seems to be dumb….

Y cant everyone live all the days of life? I just was thinking of those moments which I will never forget … and those are not my happy moments or sad moments and are also not those moments which I wanted something to happen…. Those were the moments wherein I waited… waited… waited… waited… to feel that there's that someone who is waiting for those moments which I can spend with.

Its really hard to express those soft feelings that reside within us….. and that is because we can never be sure that the other person also cares for those and preserves it carefully that they never transform. The picture of present gets washed away to become past… and this is what the future teaches..

This introduces u that someone who resides in everyone in the world of a halcyon….. please let me know …. Who is that?

Note: This was base to one of my scripts which was written abt 2 yrs ago, titled same as the blog title .. The above is an original version without any edits!

...~ZYGOTE~...

Hey guyz! this is my first blog ever, me out here to change d rulz of blogging(if any). For those who are hitting their thoughts abt the meaning of the blog title, it wud be rather easy if u had ever read a bit of human growth and development. If u havnt got it til now, just wait til d last lines of my blog. I wud bet dat u'l understand it b4 u go to those end lines(given u dnt miss even a single word til then).

It all(a light that struck my brain to develop sores) started on the night, around half past eleven of 21st July 2005, where i was having a casual conference chat with one of my dear fren Mr. Raju(sweetly called also as PP for his extra ordinary talent in playing d flute, though i hv never heard him in real, heard a lot abt his prodigy) and strangely known Ms. MENSA (gosh! i never knew dis word til i came to know tuppu). The chat started rather in an unusual way, where both of dem werent active, so i was d only fool(i hv to agree) striking my words hard to hit dem, but they hadly did, as the chat continued, i got to know d reason for their inactivity in d conference (it opened all the doors to heal d sores in my brain). Ms.Mensa was busy in her blog page writing about the myths and miracles of the blend of hindustani and carnatic music she had experienced(the exact title of d blog cant b revealed as its copyrighted) and Mr. PP (Raju) was very busy in his yawns (i just guess so by his actions and reactions in the chat). The fact remains that both Mr. PP and Ms. Mensa were big time bloggers(jeeezz!! donno wht dey call guyz who keep blogging), i mean to say they had blogged a couple of times b4 and are very much interested in blogging.

This wont make any sense, me coming out of blues desperately to write here. The things begin to reveal now, as u might hv noticed by now dat me a guy wid avg (spoken or written) english, as my language origins from the blend of kannada and telugu(south indian languages) and i always had a thirst to write something creative which wud reflect my thoughts alike a 'pAINTED mIRROR'. At this time i was rather visualizing a mirage or my own thoughts before me. Am a person who thinks dat a writing is gud if it means instead of using the complexity of the language to decorate. The chat continues along side about the blogs and me just wandering with the mid night spirits around me. I never had an idea what a blog actually MEANS or rather conveys. I then made up my mind to go through few strange blogs which dinn make any sense rather had only few things to convey which didnt interest me to involve in dem. I always dreamt of adding a feather to my cap by doing something diffent apart from my strengths, i wud like to say i got an opportunity to prove the same.

Finally a blogger was born to represent me. For those who stil are wondering abt the title, it means the first stage of an Embryo(Place for a new life in the womb). I wish to grow heights which can only be possible by u r valuable suggestions and comments which will shape me up and polish my views, finally to give a master piece by a Halcyon!

About the conference, i quit dat one.. coz am here to make a path of my own..

Me starting wid a small one, u'l get to see more of me in the coming TIMES!!