The Spirit behind Freedom..........

Movie, many have I watched,
Some say something,
Many say Nothing,
But None convey the Spirit,
of Freedom,
of Independence,
Without Inviting Pity,
Without Shedding a drop of Tear,
As Steve Mcqueen does,
In The Great Escape,
Let's celebrate the indomitable spirit,
that the character embodied,
Not just on Our Independence Day,
But Every Day,
In every walk of life...
Freedom......beautiful word isn't it??

My love affair with IIT Madras.....

An ever enduring affair indeed.5 years of my schooling here had altered the way I look at this piece of shrubbery adjoining the Sardar Patel Road.Those were the days of idealism,always dreamt of doing my under-graduation from this school.Glad that i never made it , for that paved the way to go beyond the confines of home.Nine odd years and yet time has almost stood still in this piece of shrubbery.The woods, the roads, the deers , the lake and the silence, they all remain the same.Cycling my way through the woods,these days, i find myself in front of Tiffany's, IITM's canteen. I have never seen a canteen so well maintained and offering such fare as Tiffany's does.Add to the fact that the rates are quite nominal.It's fun eavesdropping into people's conversations. They range from Politics, a world of harsh realism to Academics , a world of idealism.A cup of filter coffee and sambar vada makes the crime of eavesdropping more delectable."Life in the woods would be bereft of its charm if it weren't for the chaos beyond",consoling words razed through my mind, as i wade through the traffic,showing by back to the world of idealism and embracing the realistic world. Yet, I intend to go back again and again to redeem my pledge of idealism.

Response Change Colour.......
I have always wondered how the same stimuli could result in different responses depending on which phase of life one receives the stimuli. Consider this case in Point.
Mom giving a piece of her mind
When i was a kid.
Revenge was the obvious response to the above stimuli.I walk out of the house in indignation, swearing never to see my mom ever.The first few steps were always brisk. The sheer thought of my mom wailing at the loss of her beloved son used to send spasms of pleasure through my body.Sinister and sadistic it might seem, but i still feel, it was the most natural reaction.But my next few steps were always unsure. A hundred odd thoughts of different shades razed through my mind. A few paces further, the thoughts send spasms of fear through my body.I retreat, peep through the door, find that there is sanity all around and slip into room as though nothing had happened.

When i was teen

Experience is the best guide.Never ever allow yourselves to be taken over by your emotions, and end up doing a foolish act.With age on my side i decide to brave it.The altercation pursues. Sounds of "Thimuru" resound the house.Aided by fatigue and escapism, I beat a retreat, but not without a fight.

Now
When one is too experienced , one graduates to a state called Maya. The response to the stimuli : A benign Smile.The stream of thought that runs through the mind: "Ithu ellam evalavu pathachu".

Don't they call this metamorphosis??