Vyoma's Adventures in EmotiveLand

This is my land for sure! Whenever, I, like Alice of the 'Alice in Wonderland' classic, want to withdraw from my life, I choose to visit my Emotive land. This is not just a land but a forest, where there are innumerable trees, where the leaves on these trees: are people I meet everyday, the crowd I am surrounded with everyday, the tree trunks are the societal limitations that disallow me to walk on my path, force me to take turns to find my way out of my emotive forest. The animals, herein, and the roars and chirps and laughs and beasts of this forest area, called Emotive land, are the situations I am escaping from. I seek escape to take rescue into the hearts of the wood, the flute player, the creator, THE Krishna, who lives in this land, in the deep deep forest of my Emotive land, of my emotions.

I am struggling to find my way to him. The forest is so thick and dangerous, I have to go through all these adventures to find my way to the tunes of the flute played by Krishna...and once i reach there, i am all myself...fearless, one with my soul, beautiful, a soul of purity, my bagged shoulders are released of the external pressures and i rest on his lap, just one look at HIM, and i am one with the universe...hey! whatz this? all my fears are eloping and whatz that? Krishna- my angel, my God, is in front of me...my eyes are open when writing this but what i see is not these black and white print but an inexplicable feeling, my feet are feeling the weightlessness of my body, i am lifted in air, yet i can touch Mother Earth, my journey of life continues but my spirit wont budge out of this heavenly place...the flute is the only thing my ear ever wanted to hear, HIS beauty is enormous, his eyes are a window to the world, reflecting every pleasant emotion, I ever felt...and here's something you need to see...this leaf...and what is this? something is written on it...and i keep reading...while the script changes and in no time, I have the knowledge of the world...i am typing only what i am seeing, i am sensing at this point of time...i am with my Lord, my LORD KRISHNA! his curly tresses are similar to mine...his lips are honey-dipped and moisture-ladened...he doesn't speak...yet i hear him...i have never felt so pure...i am breathing the breath he exhales...the whole world is breathing it...he LOVES me...and everyone of us...he is so JUST...the leaves and trees are dancing and whooing in HIS ALMIGHTY's presence...KRISHNA, i am now blank...lying down on the greenest grass ever..gazing at Krishna while HE gazes back at me...i wish to close my eyes to enjoy his instrumental music...and want to dip deep into his melodies but i cant coz i dont want to lose sight of him...but i have no control...my eyes belong to HIM...the creator, follows his will and shuts fast...i am drifted but only in my thoughts, i open my eyes into the real world...but my soul opens its eyes to see KRISHNA...my soul is still there...and i am here...but i know i havent left my EMOTIVE land...my KRISHNA and i learnt what LORD wanted to educate me, educate us..i am born, herein, to LIVE...to LIVE the pleasures i have been gifted with, the relations that i am bestowed with...inspite of all the societal pressures...coz these are so feeble to fight this mighty emotion that i just felt and i am still elated with...LETZ LIVE on this beautiful planet...STOP TERRORIZING and being in TERROR...its not a beautiful life...its a life that is beyond beautiful...you can only live it to feel the essence of it...COME, LETZ LIVE.

Hello World! This is the Thinker's Zone!

You are a thinker and are welcome to the Thinker's Zone! 
Spare yourself with some brainstorming questions that make us moan
Why do we find the need to share ideas?

A special someone 
or simply no-one
must read our mind
it gives us pleasure
of some wierd-est kind
to learn your thoughts
to affirm your ideas
to make us feel that 
our views are not unheard
someone must be capable to read and spend time to listen to us
why is this a human tendency
why are emotions in this world considered with leniency
it is only this medium of internet
where we type and to express views, we do not fret
The subject of Thinkology has never been found
we call it philosophy but its not theories to which our thought process is bound
we need to learn, we need to ask,
lets share and discuss thoughts till they last
that habitat our tender minds
why are dreams called dreams and not absurd ideas?
why is everyone teaching lessons of wisdom?
who has explored the wisdom kingdom? 
why does talking our mind, considered as a waste of time?
why are questions still unsolved
why only the quest of answers is exciting but when we derive these solutions, the excitement disappears
we, like vagabonds go hunting after another wave of thoughts and try to find answers for those new questions
is this the way of life?
or our thinking pattern?
knowledge is the only lantern
so lets bring together this flame of thoughts and understanding on every subject
and glow a fireball from it for the light to enlighten our darkest mind! 

Questioning My Thoughts!

Image Courtesy: TSiBA Education

Is it real to think?

             to think and speak?

             to speak and regret?

             to regret and plead

             to plead and continue to plead for forgiveness from within

no matter how hard I try to think and act

the reactions turn out to be the most unexpected

is this what u call destiny? 

or foolishness of not having things under your control?

I think I have thought enough

Maybe its unreal! Unreal to think and think and do nothing but think

So to turn my thinking into reality, I shall do what I think and not just think

so now that i have figured out the answers to my questions, I shall end this blog with a wink ;)

Silly me and my thoughts - SILLIER! for sure!

Everybody's are...i suppose! 

Howz me???

I just spared some time to ask myself, Howz me, honey? I happened to visit the washroom, and in front of the mirror, here's me - all dull and eyes popped out, hair undone, and an ongoing smirky expression.
Reminded me of my carefree, college days, when I happened to dress up magnetically attractive...facing the mirror and favoring the mirror to face a beautiful face of  mine, in turn. It was something the mirror owes me, till date. I couldn't help asking at that point of time, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the prettiest of all?" and the mirror would promptly give me a reflectional nod; stating how pretty I was. Decked up, dolled up, carrying a wide-wide grin to enable the dimple on my chin protrude. Huh! alas! those were the days, my friend!

And I rushed to my workstation to blog this, write about the beauty - concealed within the tired eyes, the pinkness of my cheeks - layered under the patchy browns.                                                                  

I tried splashing water over my face (careful to not waste much) in vain. I realized the pampering I needed. I am about to leave for home anytime now, to watch from my very own weary eyes the India-Pak semi-finals today, again to forget my very own dreaded look, I just witnessed. Never mind, I know for sure, it retains itself, when I dress up for my man! I glow at the slightest touch of his...even when he is cheering the cricket team or simply smiling at me; as if for my affirmation on how well a player Sachin is, or for that matter, how great a fan is he himself.

And then, I shall look into the mirror again and my image is going to be that of the most beautiful, newly-wed bride. Wuv! I am sooo much in love! Whoz old? I am a teen, just worked up a bit currently, and am going to regain my child-like laugh in an hour on the couch with him, watching the semi-finals...oh! by the way, did I mention I loathe the game. My vocal words have to stress themselves to utter the word 'cricket' and the moment it releases my tongue of the suffocation that poor little one had to carry with the word, a gush of air, 'Oooo'd' by my mouth, relieves itself. But I suddenly sense the earlier unexplored "fun" part of the game with Arun, my husband.

I also retrieve myself and regain my womanly charm, the feminine gestures of my hands, I cannot lay my eyes off, and feel the beauty of my knot-released hair...even when i bun it, to wash my tired face, i realize it was gone, like never there. Love IS a BEAUTY-ful miracle. Arun knows the spell and i am spelled.

Track your Business Right! and Right Out of your Four Walls!

Business Growth = Rising Currency

Come out of your room! Your business needs fresh minds to grasp your service ideas, continuous talks and triggering new expectations and implementing them into your business, a whole lot of research and...and...the list goes on. Want to know some tricky tips. Answer these and I will answer what you need to do. Need help? Need a trusted partner? Need someone to help you with a few outdoor services? Need to rest your mind only on the production! but need someone to conduct the research for you? Wishing if there was a simple guideline to go about your business?

Your responses on the following questions and your questions are answered:

• What do you do for a living?
• What kind of society are you exposed to and are your neighbours your target audience? No! then who are your potential customers?
• Why do you think you can do the business you are thinking of doing?
• What do you love about your business idea and how do you plan to take it forward?
• What help would you need in leading your business plan ahead?

Promoting/Marketing

Research

Development

Got stuck on how to proceed?

Bring it on!

• You want someone already educated on your business line to help you with your idea?

• What are the linked up businesses to yours? I mean, if you are a writer, perhaps you need a subject or stationary!
• What commercial or print promotional campaigns or simply advertisements, tag lines, jingles  do you find memorable?

Answer these and I shall guide you through things where you are stuck up with. I have a group of people employed and employers alike, handling serious businesses and could help in leading your ideas forward. I am a research expert and a writer by profession, having acquired knowledge in publication and marketing.

Post your replies at: emotiveadventures@yahoo.in

Welcome to Chennai - The Club for Chennai Newcomers (WTC)

New in Chennai? Explore Chennai: Chennai events, Chennai elites, Chennai lifestyle! Let us have a WTC (Welcome to Chennai) club. I am initiating this club to have budding Chennaites group to mingle and explore the city and its culture. It is a new place and hence we tend to lose ourselves in the midst of this new crowd of people, the language and the culture. I have adapted to the language and can manage with the titbits and the basic broken Tamil, I learned and practiced. I shifted to this new city in the late days of June, 2010 and since then am trying to place my foot in here. Married to a Tamilian, it sure comes a little easy to me, though! Letz be city-omniscient, future perfect Chennaites! 

The first Chennai city club, open to all! We sure would be needing an anchoring point and guess what! We would be holding our social get-together sessions at every place of importance in the city. We will explore the art, the culture, the events, the happenings of the place and will popularize our group with social help and our own new budding writers and readers book club as well. Share your poetry, or film criticisms, or the like. We can have a discussion on any-any topic. People with varied interests spice up the group!

So newcomers, young or old, are all invited to Chennai to network and socialize with other new comers. We shall not have an age bar so that we get to mingle with the lot. We will meet language experts and city experts too. Letz look around and take a tour of this magnificent city, all by ourselves! Letz learn and be friends with other fellow Chennai newcomers.

Are you in for it? If you have other ideas in your mind for the group, you are welcome to drop in your ideas and activities you would be seeking in the WTC group. It could be arts, books, simply fun, partying or chatting. Letz share our emotive adventures in this new place. So, Emotives! Are you ready? Letz Communicate! 

Let Your Fear Fear Your Knowledge on Fear

Brrrrrr...I fear the thought of being with myself in a room full of darkness, h-h-h-heights! itzzz eeee...impossible! How often you use such exclamatory phrases and more often than not, mimic it when the terrifying episode is over and you are pondering over the breathtaking moments and narrating it light-heartedly to your folks. Some questions are answered by science while others are yet unresolved while we are awaiting for some scientist to rack their brains and provide us with one such factual tablet, to keep us at ease, from the unknown fear. 

Yes, the unknown fear! Not the reason of fear but the cause of fear. Several of us fear the ghosts. Not that we have seen one but we are not certain of the believed-to-be blood-oozing face and open hair, white sari, midnight..and many such symbolism that correspond to the tell-tale ghosts. 

Scientific study indicates that our sub-consciousness stores certain facts that we refuse to sort at the moment. Its more like a repository of memories that we are afraid to handle or tackle. We avoid this and submerge it into our subconsciousness. The result - all of these episodes and events are archived into the sub-conscious part of our brain. Our naturally automated system prompts us to look into these fears, when our mind is idle and is free to think of the pending episodes, yet unresolved and unanswered. 

Something constantly nudges us from within to face a certain situation or a thought. But to avoid any uneasiness and discomfort in going back to the once terrifying situation or person or event, we tend to divert our mind, ignoring the calling from within. 

As rightly said by someone, one can never escape one's conscious. In this case, the sub-conscious! So, it takes shape of dreams and reminds you of its unsettled state. But since you do not wish to recall it and fear the mere thought of the unfavorable event, it takes the form of a ghost-like figure or something of disgust and again to avoid it, you awaken hastily and breathless. Repeatedly avoiding it, causes hallucinations and you can then view the already formed person or event ​

Our Fears:

• Failure

• Comparison - Being Superior to the Rest 
• Accepting compliments. I thought acknowledging praise meant you brag, you are proud, but I've learned that knowing your strengths enables you to make use of them. "Don't be so humble; you're not that great." - Quoted by someone
• The "bitch" Label If everyone likes you, it probably means you aren't saying much. - Oprah​