mess behind beauty

"free  can attract consumers but I'm not freed enough to consume anything that my mind desires"Mind voice replied to me when I was before mirror. I was cogenitially soft skinned as like silk cloth and I always succeeded in keeping my skin fair . Because. I was prohibited from sun's electro magnetic radiations in most of times of my life time. My beauty is good enough to be  an angel but my culture had broken my wings. I have a rather chubby cheeks like baby's bottom but I wasn't supposed to  get out with it because it will deflate my and my cheeck's price in marriage market.
  My stearmlined eyes along with eyeliner lined eye lashes may also provoke new  eyes for plants to check out my fairness. But my eyes was not allowed to awake up to last night without any festivals and can't allowed to sleep up to 8 am without any ill.because ethos had pierced my eyes like safety pin with command" u r girl and so limit in ur limit".my lipstick glossed longitudinal lines of a mm thickness may also envy the feathers of peocock. But I wasn't righted to laugh louder with it . even if I took this right by my own I was titled as virago.
  I was bullied to fan the floor by brooms in name of daily  female duty and cleanliness though I was painted by gold ornaments like prinncess. My Kate winslet walk with donkey like callipygia fixes the head of each men for hours though it was a noon hour.  it may be their freedom to check out my beauty but they does not got right to hurt me via both physically and mentally.but all the guys are not dignified enough. so girls like me does not  have security and surity for freedom in my country and home.I don't know how to afford this but waiting for new day to let my wings out like silk worm striching the clothes with needle and tears.
       - a tale from tear of Indian village girls

un fortunate proposal

A minute is more enough for origin of love and _______?


Inside tn 28 w-3410 (tamilnadu transport bus),while I was on the way to trichy ,a whiz of wind along with buzz of bus sweeps my long hair back on opening the untidy window next to front steps of bus . I felt too hot sitting near by window. Bus was almost Crowed by loudmouthed college girls.
   my eyes scanned each and every loudmouths and gets strucked on one like driver facing a speed braker in fourth gear.she words a black top with white lower anarkali salwar kamerz bordered by strips of blue and green which matched with het peocock nail art design. Her lop-sided straight her ends in curlies along with white tinklets of her green and green duppatta. Actually I have a principle for myself as follow: " never check out a girl more than 2 minutes,,,,because that what they eagerssss".  But with the gaze of this peocock I want to violate my principle . But i didn't .i turned my head toward window for wind.
 window and wind are not soothe enough after her posture. So i take next 2 min for her. By the amaze i asked myself " why can't this 2 min be extended for some more minutes?"
 At the end of next 2 minute she turned her eye ball towards me and drawn it back like a "touch me not " plant. A unknown uncontrolled wry grin flourished on my right side slowly as like sand clock.
Then we both made eyeball football passing our gaze each other alternatively.
She daubed her tiny mega micro sized sweat beads with het pinky white kerchief. I envied " you kercheif ,how lucky you are ?"
 After kercheif show ,it was a conductor show. I got into problem of money changes for my thousand rupee note. He refused to offer ticket saying he had no change.[ don't expect that she had solve this problem by her pocket money ,as what all Tamil film heroines does ]   " sir I have no other notes except this  thousand " i quarreled in please tone because of peococked girl. He said after plucking my 1000 " its ok ,,but change will be returned at trichy only" he commanded like a 5th std class teacher. I also nodded hardly  like same class last bencher. " no money even for trimming the whisks ,bit extending the 1000 rupees note " he whisphered and moved to others.
 on hearing this meaningless jokes she laughed without decibels. I too replied a low decibel grin with little hestitation as like heroes of low budget Tamil movies.
  on facing my eyes her decibel less smile ,she tightened her lips to hide her smile.i felt myself " I want to be with for some more hours".  I gestured imperfectly with inarticulated  "hai". Instantly She turned other side by capturing my soundless 'hai' with her sweet symmetric mouth full of shyness.
 she checked me at her left corner of her both eyes. I once again used low budget kollywouod  smile. But I don't know why I did those strange stuffs. She came two steps towards me by blinking of her eyes two times.
An old lady with white varnished hair stepped up on bus steps by  sudden stop of bus at a bus stop. I stood up. I asked the old lady to sit in my seat as like all boys do in front of a cute girl and  I also want to stand near by her . I moved in front of her ,our eyes talked in silent mode with some bus vibrations. Her eyes along with her head lowered slightly with shyness grin.  suddenly bus stopped and conducted asked me to step down so that some baggaged passengers can step up via steps. I did by facing her with her peocock accessories. After a welcoming new luggaged passenger bus started to accelerate. I stepped in bus steps with my single handed may be slightly to show off before her. Don't worry no " valaiyosai kalakalavena" song this time.time we both smiled with uncertained happiness. My long hair extending backwards obeying Newton's third law. This time our eyeball football turned more romantic though im at last foot step. I slipped my  foot and got throwned out by heavy wind. I got my head breaked by a sharp edged bloody stone. I lost my cibsious instantly. Bus stopped at distance of 20 feet from me. She ran towards me and took me in her lap and called 108. Then she cleared my blood with her duppatta. " don't worry. U will be safe and all right"  was the first and last word that I heared from her. I tried to say " I love u" and I succeed after  hard struggles. I felt fainted and finally dead.........- 
  
written by fictional gowtham


Dear friends a minute is more enough for origin of love and death.

"Please avoid traveling in footsteps though u r flying in what you love"  
 

money money money ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmma

Dear dears please stop ur other mental works and close ur eyes slowly like a shutdowns of 90's computer.
Check out the colors of ur closed eyes
imagine urself in ur favorite climate along with ur favorite drinks such as tea,coffee,juices ,beer unlike tamilnadu tasmacs Etc.
[ since tea is most consumed drink next to water, I go with tea]
Take a slight sniff of  ur imagined tea.now
Open ur eyes slowly like moving walkway of airport and continue reading as a sign board of airport.

On sniffing ur  imagined aromatic tea you can feel urself transforming from half-Hitler to half-Chaplin as like transformers. on first  sip you  almost  got that Chaplin on cloud nine.
But we are not bothering about the  burning hands which is behind this tea (hands of tea master). Hands of those workers are burnt and burning for money.
Actually they are burned for their need of money to fulfill their personal and family needs.

"Need of money" is only chisel to turn  raw materials into marketing products. Wait as a prologue  lets imagine how could this   would be ,if there is no money? How can our needs are fullfilled without money? How can life goes without money? Is barter system is good enough upto our e- trades?

No.....its a terrific imagination. If  there is no money , person  whoever fittest will slave other.we can see windigoes ruling here and m along nook and corner of world. Affection ,love,safety,peace will be crushed underground by the greeds of those bigwigs.
 Luckily we have this money system. so
Lets shut by giving a huge sigh to this bigwigs and our  impractical imagination.

Though money based trade fetched unity and good economical well being for some centuries.
In 20 th century presence of money along with our  population's exponential inflation urges people to participate in money marathon throughout their lifetime.
For Every decades of 20 th century ,transformation of a luxury commodity into need increased the 'need of money' between the people.This exponential increase of ' need of money'  urges the people to perform unfair play such as smuggling,corruption,cheating etc for sake of money .
So obviously affection,love,safety, peace will be crushed underground as like in our imagination.

So dear friends what is ur contribution for sake of love and peace ? We should have better conclusion on money with correlation of our need , is it?
Each and every person are not only differenced by DNA but also their family,place,culture,religion,society,environment etc.
you are the only good friend of you.  so ur answer is in ur hands.
My answer:
       1. Money is need only for need and our need should not scratch others need.
       2. Sharing and discussing further about this money related stuffs  .
 so my dears pls share this post with most of ur dears..

 

in FRONT of MEENAKSHI amman temple

VATHALAGUNDU –an outsider small town at the outer boundary of dindigul political map  is my hometown where my journey begins to meenakshi Amman thiru kovil ,madurai – 625001

To escape from illogical kollywood films I took up the steps of govt. bus of tamilnadu hesitating two glamorous private buses.

XXL pink t-shirted pink aunty asked me to get down of steps by adjusting her pink hand bag bordered by pinkish tinklets

My eyes were gleamed with amaze of a biotic pink showcase  and let her way to step down without any damages.

I checked out all over bus seats after stepping up the steps. Three-forth of seats were empty. It was unfairly combed brownish old ladies who had strips on their forehead as like unironed cotton shirts filled the remaining one-fourth.

Though I didn’t expect any spot lighting big fuss girl but this lyrics“ Is the cheer girls from indira palace hired in your dream?” { tanglish version : indira logathu sundari undan kanavil vandala?} from kodai f.m exasperates my position between our our young and pretty south Indian girls of 1975.

A Indian whited tall man with his English whited baby turned my attention from kodai f.m lyrics. I thought he is best suited model for fair n handsome add’s . He was busy with his index finger pointing out all the bus to picture smoking bus in the mind’s eyes of his milky child. But child didn’t pay her attention for untidy buses and her father’s fingers too. I think she missed mcqueen cars.

After a left turn from the broken arched entrance of bustand, vijays and ajiths from t-shirt hanging in coffee bar grasped my eyes. I pitied “how our cool  indians  atm cards along with their brains are being scrached by the brains of bloody marketers who are using cinema casters as trump card even from aadi sales to x-mas  gift offers”

 After 15^th minute of pink ribboned start of my journey  I was supposed to exchange my 25 rupees to fore runner of bus economy for bus tickets to madurai . Instantly i noticed our highways are fenced by Julia flora on either sides. It was a peculiar plant whose roots can penetrate even for above 30 feets to sniff the ground water. I felt very irked for the existence of this throny  backstabber of  our green agriculture.

At next 15^th minute I saw a loin clothed Indian black  boy may be guessed of age 8 standing with a white carry bag full of brandy bottles [napoleon]  . A non loin clothed Indian black crow was standing near him. Only the loincloth and brandy bottles maketh a difference. I blurred out within myself “why some heirs of bharat matha are not  even  treated as our street gimmies?”

After turning 10 pages in chetan bhagat’s  “half girlfriend” for next 45 minutes I turned my head towards small boy seated near me. I noticed his shirts and pants were of extra larged size  than his skinny body. It may belongs to his elder brother or skin fit dad.   I noticed his eyes were busy on cleavage of  a semi-old lady. Then she passed across us. His untidy head turned back like a needle of magnetic compass and turn aside due to savior conductor.

“why our next generation whats app users are being attracted to checked shirts, pencil fit pants and opposite sex even at last quarter of retirement age. Why can’t some screw driving proffesors and teachers can screw a better understanding about this temporary teenage charms”

By ignoring cleavage and magnetic compass needle I turned aside to gaze madurai town paved roads. It is perfect for implementing swach bharat abhiyan project. But  no elections for next one year so it wont happen.

Swach bharat flashed mr. modi in my psyche and as a counteraction in saw mrs.rajiv gandhi’s birthday poster. Then grins of mr. m.k stalin and miss.jayalalitha welcomes me for next 12 minutes on bothj sides of roads alternatively.

After  next 12 minute I landed in simmakal where I was adviced to take straight pathj to meet the marvelous meenakshi temple.

A white old day with white saree and broad necklace as like 18^th century pocket watch get inside Mercedes Benz with her servants . Next to her a brown old lady with untidy free  ration saree  without blouse was struggling to cross the road. No body cares until I did.

“what makes this difference between these old ladies birth? Place? Mom? Dad? Friendship? Money? Society? You? Me? ……….. “these questions questioned me along with “how”

Finally I flunked in answering . what about you ?

On my way to deify I saw a poor college girl striking the outer top of coconut by kollywood’s favourate  weapon named “aruval” . Mesmerizing levis show room was behind her. Why Now a days branded items are replaced hypnotists in mesmerizing.

Not the girl it was my thrist made me to suck the coconut water with the help of straw. A south Indian whited man with marks of lord Vishnu on his forehead was bargaing with that poor girl about coconut water prices.

After a slight gaze on levis showroom and Vishnu marks I questioned within myself “why these sane people are better to grasp bargaining satisfaction in disturbing 2 rupees based profit strategy of poor skinny Indian teen girls but they are itched in doing the same for 2000 rupees based profit strategy of Richei rich American puff stomached old man “

Friends have u noticed some bold italic sentences in between this post .those are my bidding begging dialogues{question} to ask yourself

Finally im standing before grat lobby of east tower of great meenakshi amman temple.police man stopped me to enter inside the lobby saying “brother temple is closed for 12.30 to 4 p.m so come back after 4.”

With the mixture of sweat drops and little disappointment  I prayed on facing the tower “mom I think you were not here but if I were wrong I beg u delicately please bid every one who came infront of you to look after the people infront of them with the eyes of love and brotherhood”