UYA Anthem !! Contest

Youth is good for,

When else is love pain voluntary?

When else will flower, the fallen tree?

When else will people's lives depend

on acceptance of love-lit poetry?


Youth is good for,

When else will fight and rivalry,

surpass the armed and cavalry,

no bread to win nor salary,

proving you're great's life's great worry.


Youth is good-for,

The girl you laugh and scorn at now,

Was once, an angel sent from above!

Her gentle heart made arrogance bow,

you’re consumed by that madness called love.


Anger, love and jealousy,

Self's right's the only policy,

The age veils life's reality,

blessed be youth's bliss mentality..


Youth is good, yes, youth is good

Someone, not you, needs earn you food

When love made you change for all you stood

Ignorance's bliss, oh youth is good..

A Mysterious Mind -- ( Part VI )

In the Distant Past

The twins were in the bath tub.

“Momma doesn’t want you to spill the water outside the tub” their mother shouted from the kitchen.

She stared at her sister. Her sister was intelligent; she received all the attention from others. People always say why she is not like her sister. A sudden rage took over her. She started to choke her sister inside the water. Her sister struggled hard but within minutes she died.

“Oh God” her mother screamed when she saw one of her child dead in the tub. No one doubted her. She was so young that she didn’t know what she had done.

As days went by she forcefully shut her mind to that incident. She totally forgot about the incident as she became an adult.

Few minutes before she died

Wife’s View

I entered the bath turned on the water to fill the tub and poured scented oil. I got rid of the clothes and entered the water. The water was warm I started to enjoy the warmth when I heard the door open.

“What is it honey?” I asked but got no reply.

Then I saw her enter. She looked at me. She smiled. I felt I have seen her. “Does she look like me?”

She came near me and started to choke me in the water.

During those last struggling moments I finally found the answer for the question that was worrying me for the past few days.

The End --

Love You Mom !! :)

You went through pain that’s nearly half death

And brought me onto this beautiful earth

It’s funny when they called it my birth

For in reality it was your second birth!

You gave me space in your womb

And handled my kicks aplomb

Shared your food and your body

And protected me by being sturdy

I became your life ever since I was born

It seemed as if your soul was torn

At times you looked careworn

But with my every little smile and giggle you were re-born

Speechless you became when I spoke my first word

And ecstatic you were, when I took my first step

Pride I could read in your gleaming eyes

With every little victory that I had in my vies

Whether it was prize or fear or tears that I had

I would run to your arms and cuddle you tight

It’s like a Sun that goes beneath the mountains for rest

Or the birds that fly back home to their nest

Grown up now Iam, that for you I don’t have time

I keep running around the clock for the little dime

Its emails, calls, conferences and meetings

Or sms, chats and friendly dating

Frustrated when Iam, I throw up a taunt

But my happiness and well being is all that you want

You bury up your emotions and put up a smile

And once I leave home you pray for me all while

My ignorance is shed and I’ve understood your plight

That its not just old age but loneliness you fight

I run across to you and lie in your lap

I weep and cry and take a short nap

Nothing I do to you can repay your love

For it’s simply eternal and pure

I just pray to god to give me another birth

Where I can be the mother and you my child….

Art of writing

It is as tiny as our fist,
Our thoughts reside in it as Guest,
It cannot be seen but can be felt,
Without it we all will crumble and Melt,
It is the place where our feelings dump,
It continuesly work nonstop as a pump,
It is a place which is always pink,
It is the one which works always even after it sinks,
It is the place from which the veins rein,
It is also the Bank which takes care of our pains,
It is the energiser when we are in joy,
It is the appetizer when we are in pain,
It is nothing but our "heart",
Tat Keeps working the best..

A Mysterious Mind -- ( Part V )

Day 8

“The word that comes to my mind after hearing your problem is Doppelganger though it’s highly debatable whether it’s a real phenomenon or not. People say seeing a Doppelganger is a bad omen but as I said the whole concept is debatable. Sometimes this could also be just a hallucination but I am not coming to any conclusion now. I will give you some medicines for relaxation and we will meet in couple of days”

We came back from the psychiatrist. The roads were bustling with people who were getting ready to welcome Christmas. Their cheerful faces made us forget our worries. We walked through the street hand in hand. We had coffee at the coffee shop. We shopped for few hours. We forgot about the Doppelganger.

Final Night

By the time we reached home it was dark. We didn’t discuss about the problem. I went straight for decorating the house. I felt good after long time and I felt things are going to get better. She kissed me and said she was going to have a shower. I saw her enter the bath.

As I looked up after a few seconds I saw her enter the bath again.

“Déjà vu?”

I forgot about that and worked on the Christmas tree and finished the decorations.

I made coffee and settled on the sofa with the TV switched on. I heard the door to the bath open. I turned back and saw her come out. She was completely wet. She stared into my eyes which made the hairs at the back of my neck stand straight. She started to walk towards me. Something was creepy about her. She was crying. Her mouth was moving but no sound came out.

“What happened?” I swiftly got up.

She was about to fall to the floor and I tried to catch her.

When I came out of the trance I found myself sitting in the floor with no one in my hands. I checked out the bath door and found it to be open.

I got up and walked inside the bath and moved the curtains aside and found my wife inside the tub, dead.

March 8th International women’s day!!

March 8th International women’s day!!

The very thought that we celebrate International women’s day makes me think that we are not still matured in our thinking. The reason for that is, every being on earth have gender in them as male and female. But we cannot find any gender discrimination among animals or birds except in the species of homo sapiens. Its nature’s law that both the gender is responsible for the continuity of species in this world.

Then, where from this gender discrimination comes into picture in human beings alone? Except for few changes in the anatomical structure the rest is same for both the gender.

But still, in all aspects the female gender are considered to be always a step low then male gender. Even though, today women have been educated to an extent and were successful in excelling in every field this discrimination is still more today.

In European countries, when they refer to women they refer them as,

“But what is woman?

Just another nature’s acceptable blunder!!”

How cruel!?

Without this acceptable blunder the continuity of species will never proceed. Actually, the greatest strength of a woman to carry the continuity of species is made as her weakness.

Today though the scenario in those countries have changed, when we come to our country, still any religion never respects women as a being who have her own likes and dislikes.

As per Manu which is considered as the basis of Hindu Religion , it says,
By a girl, by a young woman, or even by an aged one, nothing must be done independently, even in her own house.In childhood a female must be subject to her father, in youth to her husband, when her lord (husband) is dead to her sons;a woman must never be independent. She must not seek to separate herself from her father, husband, or sons;by leaving them she would make both her own and her husband's families contemptible.

Code of Manu 5:147-49

As per Islam, a man’s evidence is equal to evidence of two women. Its because women never have tendency to tell the fact.

As per, Christianity a woman has no rights to do her abortion. In the catholic country Ireland this is the situation.

Any religion concentrates on suppressing the women and denying her rights. Well the reason for this these books were written by men. Even today they are treated as just another commodity.

Even educated women never think of their rights . They are happy with these chains of slavery. They have the notion that beauty gives confidence. They must come out of this illusion. Something which will fade in the years to come can never be a source of confidence. Self confidence gets implanted only when women are educated and have the power to reason out.
They are not ready to think and come out of these unnecessary hurdles fearing the society.

As women’s day pledge, each women need to understand her rights, her role in the society, her need of establishing her identity in this society.

An Iran poet, in his poem to his wife he asked her,

“ Till you prove yourself, never cover your face with Pardha”.

Women need to understand that no one will give her the rights. Its her birth right and she must on no account let her to be dominated. Not even in the name of love and affection should a women lose her identity. If she is clear with her role in the society then the nation would excel on better pace.

As, Jawaharlal Nehru rightly said, "a country is judged by the standard of its women-folk...."

Let’s not make women’s day just an occasion to be celebrated, for the sake of celebrating it!!

WHAT happens after you die?

WHAT happens after you die? I can name you 47 men who have tried to harness the rational horsepower of science to answer this most floaty question. Some were physicians, some physicists, some psychologists. Two were Nobel prizewinners. One is a sheep rancher. They have tackled it in labs, in hospital operating rooms, in barns behind their houses. Of them, only one, to date, has landed an irrefutable proof - not a suggestive nugget or an inexplicable anomaly, but the sort of answer you could plant your flag into and say, "Victory! Now I know for certain." The man's name was Thomas Lynn Bradford.


Though his background was in electrical engineering, Bradford's afterlife experiment involved gas, not electricity. On 6 February 1921, Bradford sealed the doors and windows of his rented room in Detroit, Michigan, blew out the pilot on his heater, and turned on the gas.


Finding out is easy. Reporting back is the challenge. For this Bradford needed an accomplice. Some weeks back, he had placed a newspaper advertisement seeking a fellow spiritualist to help him with his quest. One Ruth Doran responded. The two met and agreed, as The New York Times put it, "that there was but one way to solve the mystery - two minds properly attuned, one of which must shed its earthly mantle". The protocol was sloppy at best, for regardless of whether or not our mantle-shucking engineer came through on the telepathic wireless, Mrs Doran, for the sake of spiritualism or publicity, could simply have told the reporters that he did. But she did not lie. The Times ran a follow-up under the headline "Dead Spiritualist Silent".


A better-pedigreed variation of the Bradford experiment was undertaken by the physicist Oliver Lodge, once the principal of the University of Birmingham. Prior to his death in 1940, he devised the Oliver Lodge Posthumous Test. The goal, again, was to prove the existence of life after death. Lodge composed a secret message and sealed it in a packet (the Oliver Lodge Posthumous Packet) so that when, after his death, he told mediums (four of them, recruited by the Oliver Lodge Posthumous Test Committee) what the message was, their stories could be checked.


The packet itself was sealed inside seven envelopes, each envelope containing a clue the mediums could employ to jog the deceased physicist's memory should he forget his own secret. Instead, the clues merely irritated the mediums. The contents of Envelope 3, for example, read: "If I give a number of 5 digits it may be correct, but I may say something about 2 8 0 1, and that will mean I am on the scent. It is not the real number... but it has some connection with it. In fact it is a factor of it." Eventually the mediums walked off the set and the Posthumous Packet was torn open, leaving the committee with nothing for their efforts but a slip of paper bearing an obscure musical fragment and a gnawing suspicion that Sir Oliver had been a few envelopes short of a stationery set.


Of course, even had the mediums succeeded, one could never be certain whether they might simply have - via some discreet Oliver Lodge Posthumous Envelope Steaming - peeked. That is why, six years later, psychologist Robert Thouless turned to the science of encryption. Thouless, the president of the venerable, endearingly daffy Society for Psychical Research and an amateur encryption expert, encoded two phrases in what he was certain was unbreakable code. He announced the project and printed the snippets in the society's journal, inviting members and mediums to try and contact him after he died and obtain from his ethereal self the key to break the code, thereby proving that one's personality survives the change of scenery known as death. Thouless died in 1984, but the phrase remains a mystery, for although some one hundred people submitted what they believed to be the key, the results were invariably, to quote one Thouless Project report, "a meaningless jumble of letters". One party insisted that he had made contact with Thouless via no fewer than eight different mediums. Unfortunately, this man reported, Thouless had forgotten the key.


The dead-researcher approach is clearly not the way to go. A more promising tack might be to focus on those who have not quite died, but merely managed a sneak preview - in the form of a near-death experience. If someone could prove that the phenomenon is, in verifiable fact, a round-trip visit to some other dimension and not a mirage of the dying mind, that would surely be something to hang one's hopes on. But how does the person who claims to have glimpsed the beyond go about proving it? There seems to be no afterlife gift shop, no snow globes full of angel dandruff. Best to focus on one of those near-death trips that take the traveller only as far as the ceiling, enabling a reconnaissance-type view of one's corporeal hull down below. If one could at least prove that one had seen the details of the room from up there - and not remembered or hallucinated or some combination of the two - then that would at least establish the possibility of the seeming impossibility of a consciousness existing independent of its biological moorings.


And that is why there is, yes there is, a laptop computer duct-taped to the highest monitor in a cardiology operating room at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. The computer has been programmed to show, during the duration of each operation, one of 12 images, chosen at random and unknown to anyone, including the researchers. The laptop is flat open with the screen facing the ceiling, such that the only way a surgery patient might view the image is as a disembodied consciousness. As patients come out of anaesthesia, psychologist Bruce Greyson interviews them about what they remember of their time in the operating room. So far there have been no surprises. Other, that is, than the surprising cooperation of a team of cardiac surgeons. Heart surgeons who believe that a consciousness can occasionally perceive things in an extrasensory manner, independent of a brain and eyeballs, are less rare than you might think.



But even then, how would we know that the near-death experience isn't a hallmark of dying, not death - a stopover, not a final destination? How do we know that several minutes later the bright light doesn't dim and the euphoria fade and you're just flat-out non-existent? "We don't know," concedes Greyson. "It's possible it's like going to the Paris airport and thinking you've seen France."


The other way to approach the afterlife proof is to consider not the destination but the vehicle: the soul (or consciousness, if you like). If the soul were something you could weigh, like a pancreas or a wart, then proving that it abandons the corpse at death would be a simple matter of placing a dying person on a scale and watching to see if the needle went down at the moment he died (while also accounting for the minute amount of weight lost via moisture in exhalations and sweat).


This is exactly what a Massachusetts physician named Duncan MacDougall did, beginning in 1901, using a tricked-out industrial silk scale. His post at a tuberculosis sanatorium provided MacDougall with a steady source of study subjects. He weighed six men as they died, and there was, he said in a series of articles in American Medicine, always a down-tick of the needle. However, only one of his trials went off without a significant hitch. Twice the authorities barged into the room and tried to stop the proceedings. Oafish accomplices jostled the scale. Subjects died as the scale was being zeroed. And so MacDougall's claimed proof - that the soul exists, and that it weighs about 20 grams - is really no more than anecdote.


Ninety-some years later, a sheep rancher in Bend, Oregon, tried to replicate MacDougall's work. When a local hospital rebuffed his solicitation for terminal patients, Lewis Hollander Jr turned to his flock. Interestingly, he found that sheep momentarily gain a small amount of weight at the moment they die. Suggesting that the answer to the question "What happens when we die?" might in fact be: "Our souls go into sheep."


Of course, it's a stretch to think that the weight of a soul would register on a scale built for the likes of livestock or bolts of cloth. But what if you were to get your hands on a scale calibrated not in ounces or grams, but in picograms - trillionths of a gram? If you consider consciousness to be information energy, as some do, then it would have a (very, very, very, teeny tiny) mass. And if you were to build a closed system, such that no known sources of energy could leave or enter undetected, and you rigged it up to your picogram scale, and put a dying organism inside this system, then you could, in theory, do the MacDougall. In the course of researching a book about these various efforts to prove that there is (or isn't) an afterlife, I met a Duke University professor, Gerry Nahum, who would very much like to undertake a consciousness-weighing project of his own (offing not sheep nor men but leeches). Though he taught gynaecology and obstetrics, Nahum has a background in thermodynamics and information theory and has even worked out a 25-page proposal of exactly how to do it, if only someone will fund him the $100,000 he estimates it will cost.


If consciousness is energy, then I suppose you don't need proof that it survives death, because proof already exists: the First Law of Thermodynamics - energy is neither created or destroyed. Though it's hard to take much comfort from this. Who wants to spend eternity as a blip, a gnat's fart, of disordered energy, with no brain at your disposal to help you remember or imagine or solve the Sunday crossword? What would it be like? Would there even be a be? Nahum uses the analogy of the computer: perhaps you'd be the operating system, stripped of its programs and interfaces. Heaven as the back of the closet where the broken-down Dells and Compaqs go.

If we are to eventually have our answer, our proof, it will no doubt come to us courtesy of quantum theory, or whatever takes its place. Few of us will understand it well enough to take much comfort, however, if indeed comfort is what it offers. I recommend that you enjoy life without worrying about the "after" bit, and keep in mind that one day altogether too soon, bad luck or genetics will hand you the answer. In the meantime, be nice to sheep.


“If consciousness is energy, then I suppose you don't need proof that it survives death, because proof already exists”


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P.S. http://www.newscientist.com/channel/being-human/mg19225780.075-the-big-questions-what-happens-after-you-die.html

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Tamil Kirukalgal -- 1

Intha blog il irukkum tamil kavithaigal anaithum naan rasithavai.. ennai sinthika vaithavai....
ennai kavarnthavai ....



பனி போர்த்திய இளவெயில்
பசுமை படர்ந்த புல்வெளிமுடிவிலியாய்
தொடரும் தார்ச்சாலைஇராகம்
பயிலா கான குயில்கள்அனைத்தும்
அருளினும் 'நீ' கருமியேஇரசித்து மகிழ நேரம் அருளாததால்!


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அடைப்பெற்றேன் அன்புச்சிறையில்
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முதல் முறை உந்தன்விழிகளை
நான்கண்டபொது ஒரு சுகம்முதல்
மழை அதில்நினைகையில் வரும்குளிரோ
அந்த சுகம்மதியால் புரியாமல்
கிடக்கிறேன்பதிலே கிடைக்காமல்
தவிக்கிறேன்!பழச் சுளைகளை ஒத்தஇதழ்களால்
நீபோடும் முத்த யுத்தம்அறிவுறை
இன்றி வரும்அந்த தந்தி முத்தம்சகியே
நான்வேறு என்ன செய்வேன்சிறு குழவாய்கிடப்பதையின்றி
உந்தன் மடியினில்விடுதலையே கிடைக்காத
அந்த அன்புச்சிறைதனில்!

Raam -- The new currency !!

The Raam, or the World Peace Bond as it is also known, was launched on October 26, 2001 by Maharishi Global Financing, one of the financial arms of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi of Transcendental Meditation (TM) to become "the global development currency of the global country of world peace."The Raam is considered a key element in the programs of theMaharishi Mahesh Yogi "to promote a balanced world economy, reduce poverty, and create world peace," according to Dr. Benjamin Feldman, Minister of Finance of the Global Country of World Peace. 200 Million Euros worth of the notes were printed, by the same company that prints the Euro in Holland.The Raam is a bond, issued in denominations of 1, 5 and 10 Raams, with one Raam equal to 10 Euros in Europe, or 10 US Dollars in America.

It is convertible in Holland at the Fortis Bank in Roermond, Holland, or in the Maharishi Vedic City in Iowa.According to Maharishi Global Financing, "agreements have recently been made, for instance, with a farmers' association in South America and with traditional leaders in Africa to start using the RAAM as the Farmers' Currency for agricultural development projects. The RAAM will act as a catalyst in the field of economy, enabling the development projects to start, and transforming itself into hard currency after the export of the crops." As of March 2004 no information has been provided about these projects, or what projects have actually been started in the 2.5 years of operation of the Raam.

It appears that the Raam is focused on continuing the export of third world products for first world consumption, rather than in improving local circulation to benefit the lives of local people. This makes the Raam, although appearing as a currency, very different from all of the other projects listed in this website, which are solely focused on local and regional self-development using development currencies.

A tribute to my Guru : Stephen Hawkings Biography

Stephen William Hawking was born on January 8, 1942 to Frank Hawking, a research biologist, and Isobel Hawking. He had two younger sisters, Philippa and Mary, and an adopted brother, Edward. Though Hawking's parents had their home in North London, they moved to Oxford while Isobel was pregnant with Stephen, desiring a safer location for the birth of their first child (London was under attack at the time by the Luftwaffe). After Hawking was born, the family moved back to London, where his father headed the division of parasitology at the National Institute for Medical Research.
In 1950, Hawking and his family moved to St Albans in Hertfordshire where he attended St Albans High School for Girls between 1950 to 1953. Unlike today, boys were educated at that time at the Girls school until the age of 10. From the age of 11, he attended St Albans School, where he was a good, but not an exceptional, student.When asked later to name a teacher who had inspired him, Hawking named his Mathematics teacher, "Mr Tahta." He maintains his connection with the school, giving his name to one of the four houses and to an extra-curricular science lecture series. He has visited to deliver one of the lectures and has also granted a lengthy interview to pupils working on the school magazine, the Albanian.


He was always interested in science. He enrolled at University College, Oxford with the intent of studying mathematics, although his father preferred he go into medicine. Since mathematics was not offered at University College, Hawking instead chose physics. His interests during this time were in thermodynamics, relativity, and quantum mechanics. His physics tutor, Robert Berman, later said in the New York Times Magazine, "It was only necessary for him to know that something could be done, and he could do it without looking to see how other people did it. ... He didn't have very many books, and he didn't take notes. Of course, his mind was completely different from all of his contemporaries." He was passing with his fellow students, but his unimpressive study habits gave him a final examination score on the borderline between first and second class honours, making an "oral examination" necessary. Berman said of the oral examination, "And of course the examiners then were intelligent enough to realize they were talking to someone far more clever than most of themselves"


After receiving his B.A. degree at Oxford University in 1962, he stayed to study astronomy. He decided to leave when he found that studying sunspots, which was all the observatory was equipped for, did not appeal to him and that he was more interested in theory than in observation. He left Oxford for Trinity Hall, Cambridge, where he engaged in the study of theoretical astronomy and cosmology.


Almost as soon as he arrived at Cambridge, he started developing symptoms of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (colloquially known as Lou Gehrig's disease), a type of motor neuron disease which would cost him the loss of almost all neuromuscular control. During his first two years at Cambridge, he did not distinguish himself, but, after the disease had stabilized and with the help of his doctoral tutor, Dennis William Sciama, he returned to working on his Ph.D.[4] Stephen revealed that he did not see much point in obtaining a doctorate if he was to die soon. Hawking later said that the real turning point was his 1965 marriage to Jane Wilde, a language student. After gaining his Ph.D. Stephen became first a Research Fellow, and later on a Professorial Fellow at Gonville and Caius College.

Jane Hawking, née Wilde, Hawking's first wife, with whom he had three children, cared for him until 1991 when the couple separated, reportedly due to the pressures of fame and his increasing disability. Hawking married his nurse Elaine Mason in 1995. (Elaine Mason's first husband, David Mason, had designed the first version of Hawking's talking computer). In October 2006 Hawking filed for divorce.
In 1999, Jane Hawking published a memoir, Music to Move the Stars, detailing her own long-term relationship with a family friend whom she later married. Hawking's daughter Lucy Hawking is a novelist. Their son Robert Hawking emigrated to the United States, married, and has one child, George Edward Hawking. Reportedly, Hawking and his first family were reconciled in 2007.
Hawking was elected as one of the youngest Fellows of the Royal Society in 1974, was created a Commander of the Order of the British Empire in 1982, and became a Companion of Honour in 1989. Dr. Hawking is a member of the Board of Sponsors of The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists.
At the celebration of his 65th birthday on January 8, 2007, Hawking announced his plans for a zero-gravity flight in 2007 to prepare for a sub-orbital spaceflight in 2009 on Virgin Galactic's space service. Billionaire Richard Branson pledged to pay all expenses for the flight, costing an estimated £100,000. Stephen Hawking's zero-gravity flight of Zero Gravity Corporation, during which he experienced weightlessness eight times, took place on April 26, 2007.
He became the first quadriplegic to float free in a weightless state. This was the first time in 40 years that he moved freely beyond the confines of his wheelchair. The fee is normally $3,750 for 10-15 plunges, but Hawking was not required to pay the fee. Before the flight he was quoted as saying "Many people have asked me why I am taking this flight. I am doing it for many reasons. First of all, I believe that life on Earth is at an ever increasing risk of being wiped out by a disaster such as sudden global warming, nuclear war, a genetically engineered virus, or other dangers. I think the human race has no future if it doesn't go into space. I therefore want to encourage public interest in space."

A Mysterious Mind --- ( Part IV )

Day 7

Wife’s View

I didn’t feel well for two days. I felt that something was bothering me but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I felt like I had been a witness to something terrible but I could not remember it.

“Was it the way my husband is behaving recently? Yes he has been behaving rather strangely. Every time he looked at me, he looked as if he was staring at a ghost.”

“May be the new house has changed him”

But I felt my husband was not the reason for my worries. Something else bothered me. I wanted to know what it was so that I can be back to normal. But at the same time I was afraid that it might be something very frightening than what I expected. It might be something which can destroy me once I find out what it is.

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Husband’s view Continues

I felt sad that I had made my wife sad. My wife who used to be a cheerful person has not been cheerful for the past few days.

Every time I was in the house I kept looking around for something or someone to leap out from one of the dark corner. I felt like a kid waiting for goblins to come out from under the bed. The thoughts were slowly killing me.

Night 7

I woke up to the dripping sound of water. I adjusted my eyes to the darkness and looked for my wife beside me but her side was empty. The dripping sound grew louder. My heart started to beat fast.

I got down from the bed and got out of the bedroom. I could see the door to the bath open. The dripping sound was getting louder. I quickened my pace.

“Honey, are you in there?”

No reply.

I went in and saw the curtain to the bath tub covering the tub. With one trembling hand I pushed it aside to see my wife immersed in the tub full of water. I thought she was dead.

“Oh my God” I lifted her up

My eyes welled up without my knowledge.

“God what’s happening?”

She didn’t move.

I tried to bring her back to life by shaking her violently. She didn’t respond.

I cried.

Someone touched my shoulders. I shrieked. I turned back and saw my wife standing there.

“No she can’t be real” I turned around to see where I had placed my wife’s body but the body was not there.

“Honey are you ok? What are you doing in the bath? Why are you crying? What are you searching for?” My wife started to shoot the questions at me.

I got up, steadied myself and decided it was time to discuss things with her. I told her everything.

“I don’t know what is happening to me” I completed.

As I finished I saw one more person sitting in the corner of the bedroom and observing both of us. I didn’t mention about the person to her. I didn’t want to scare her. The person looked exactly like my wife. I could see that the person was crying. I kept watching her as she transformed into a small kid and disappeared.

( To be continued ... )

All the time in the World

This came as a forward to me... Read it twice to fully enjoy it...

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. "He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?" Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad.

Just five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "O.K.""My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded. The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with tommy and now I 'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch him play."

A Mysterious Mind -- ( Part III )

12 AM – 1 AM

I woke up suddenly and it took me sometime to realize that I was still in the living room and the TV was still running. The room was filled with the light from the TV. The movie I was watching was over and they were showing another movie. I didn’t know when I fell asleep.

I got up and stretched myself and switched off the TV. The room fell into complete darkness except for the some street light filtering through the curtains. I slowly started towards the bedroom that’s when I found someone standing at the entrance to the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and stared through the darkness at the person.

“Yes there was someone standing there”

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and looked at the person. It was the same woman. She was staring down at the floor. For few seconds I went numb and all the hair in the back of my neck stood straight. My palms started to sweat.

“Is that you honey?” I raised my voice a little.

The woman slowly raised her face and stared at me.

“It was my wife”

I was relieved and scared at the same time. “What was she doing standing there at this time of the night?”

“Honey what are you doing there?”

I started to walk towards her. She slowly smiled at me. When I was just few steps away from her she vanished.

My heart was galloping at 1000 horse power.

I ran to the switch and switched on the light. The light drove away the darkness and the room which looked frightening a few seconds ago looked normal. I walked towards the kitchen and checked the place where I saw her standing. I didn’t know what I was looking for but there was nothing extraordinary there. I hesitated for sometime and went inside the kitchen and switched on the light but no sign of her.

I came out and screamed as I bumped into my wife.

“Oh my god, don’t again creep in on me” I shouted at her.

“What’s happening? What are you doing with all the lights on at this time of night?”

“What were you doing in kitchen at this time?”

“Me in the kitchen? I came out after seeing the lights switched on”

“I thought I saw you standing here” I said pointing to the place where I saw whatever I thought I saw.

“I am going back to sleep. I can’t play this game with you at this time of the night” she started walking away.

I stood there staring at her walking towards the bedroom.

Day 4

When I woke up the next day the room was bright with the curtains pulled away and sunlight filtering in through the windows.

“What a great day!” It was one of those rare bright days we get during winter. I wanted to enjoy it fully that too the day being my day off. I felt silly about the previous night’s incident. The sunlight and the freshness of a new day always had the quality to drive away any worries.

I took bath there were no knocks on the door. We had a quick breakfast and took a drive to the park. The park was filled with people of all ages. Everybody wanted to get their share of sun. There were pet dogs running all over and kids cycling all around. We walked around the park and settled at a café for our lunch. My wife excused herself to visit the restroom and I was going through the menu when the scent of wife’s perfume hit my nostrils.

“You are back so soon?” I looked up from the menu and found my wife sitting before me but only thing was she didn’t look the same way she left. She resembled the person I saw the previous night. She looked at me and smiled at me. I didn’t know how to react. She was wearing some dress which I had seen my wife wear long time ago.

The waiter approached me “Are you ready to order sir?”

“Huh” words didn’t come out of my mouth.

He looked at the seat in front of me. “You expecting someone sir?”

I didn’t reply.

“Is everything alright sir?”

The person who was sitting in front of me got up from the chair and walked towards me. I expected her to touch me but she just walked past me. I turned back to see where she was going. She turned back once and walked away. Someone shook me.

“What’s wrong honey? You look awful”

“No I just saw my wife walk past me this way. How could it be she is standing before me?. What’s happening to me?”

“Yeah I am fine. Let’s order” I tried to diffuse the situation. We lost ourselves in the din of the café.

All through the drive back home I was worried about the things happening to me for the past few days. I was very sure I saw what I saw and at the same time I was doubtful.

The next few days passed without any incidents.

( To be Continued .... )

After the death of Bhutto

After the death of Bhutto, PPP will be taken care by Bhutto's husband. A senior party men shall lead till Bilawal Zardari Bhutto is capable of running the party all by himself.

Positive:
Zardari’s press announcement on Bilawal Zardari Bhutto becoming the new party chief brings hope and momentary comfort to the supporters of PPP. Mr. Zardari has also announced that the party shall be taken care by a senior leader till Mr. Bilawal Zardari Bhutto is ready to take charge.

Sarcastic:
Its appalling legacy of the transference of power to the next generation Bhutto, no matter how amateurish the person could be, seems to be the most welcomed idea posed by Mr. Zardari on whom Pakistan government has incriminated endlessly on bribery and mindless politicking.

Diplomatic:
Pakistan’s much distressed political party PPP, now under the direct control of its assassinated leader’s husband, Mr. Zardari has chosen their next party chief to be Mr. Bilawal Zardari Bhutto. In the itinerary, a senior party member was requested to run the party until the mantle rests on Mr. Bilawal. John shall hold all the aces while resurfacing through his mindless politicking.

A Mysterious Mind -- ( Part II )

Day 3

The first thing I did as I got out was to peer at the penthouse window but found no one staring there. The window curtain was in its place. A raccoon ran past me. I got ready and saw my wife looking at me through the living room window. I waved at her. I kick started and looked at the penthouse window and found to my horror a woman standing there with hair drawn out on both sides peering at me. She looked familiar but I didn’t know how long I was staring at her, she was not there when I came back to this world.
I was sweating inside my winter cloths.

“Did I really see a woman?”

I looked up again and saw the curtain in its place. I could see my wife getting worried and she opened the door and asked “Is everything alright?”

“No problem” I gave her thumbs up sign and moved.

Night - 3

7 PM – 9 PM

After going through some hopeless meetings and useless discussion the day ended. With darkness settling in rather quickly on these winter nights I pierced through the darkness in my bike.

My wife started talking about all the interesting things she had done during the day. I listened to all those and went straight for the penthouse.

“Where are you going?”

“I want to check something”

We had the penthouse reserved for any guests. So we were not using it frequently except for cleaning. I opened the door and went inside. Everything looked normal. I switched on the light and walked towards the window. I moved the curtains and looked outside. I could see our garage.

“This is where she stood and she moved like this” I moved as I saw her move in the morning.

As I turned around I saw someone leaving the room. I just got a glimpse of the person. I ran outside the room and stared at the empty staircase. There was no one.

“I am sure I saw someone leave the room. Or Am I hallucinating?”

We had a quite dinner. I was thinking about what was happening in the house and my wife was immersed in some book. She likes to read while eating though I have advised her against it she couldn’t get rid of that habit.

After helping her in cleaning the dishes I settled before the television. She kissed me good night and went to sleep. They were showing a classic movie and I got involved in the movie.

( To Be continued ..... )

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