MISS UNDERSTANDS IT

                                                                MISS UNDERSTANDS IT!

              “Sometimes I discuss the faults of ‘others’ with some of my kith and kin, in the process of learning from their faults, but not with any intention of criticizing those so called ‘others’. But some 'good pals' misunderstand it. I don’t mind, whatever, because it does me no good and so doesn't it to them. I know what I am and even if I were to explain those 'good pals' what I am, would they try to understand or at least try? No! Then, why waste time on them?! I have enough friends who understand me already, and there's no point in proving myself to 'others' who don't wanna understand me. What matters is, I understand myself.

                I wonder why the world never gives way for someone to learn from others’ mistakes and neither lets others to learn from their own mistakes?! It only wants someone to pay for their mistakes first and then dusts its hands like its part is over. But hardly directs someone towards cleaning up the mess that got created following the mistakes. Anyway I know I’m not here to criticize anyone, because it’s so easy. But finding out our own faults and facing our own criticism is difficult! And I take up only difficult tasks and greater challenges! I don’t wanna do anything that’s so easy. It's hard to be on the criticizing end and much harder to be at the other end. 'If you think I'm a fool, no problem... But don't talk to me like I'm a fool!'

                                                            Mind it, misunderstanders!

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

FIRST, TRY!

                                                                                            FIRST, TRY!

                “Sometimes, my friends ask me, “Where does courage come from?” I say, “From you, if you bring it out!” Obviously they ask, “How can it be brought out?” I say, “Do a thing that has been challenging your wits for a long time, and you get courage after doing it”. Their mouths go agape with suspicion and they frown out of confusion, but I tried it many times and it worked! You try it too and by the end you will realize how small things you have been ignoring with a misconception that they were too big for you, and how many times you would have given up some deeds without knowing how close you were to success!

                Courage is not the reason behind many greatest feats accomplished, but it’s the outcome of those feats, which boosts us to do something more challenging in the future. ‘So, a person who never tried something can never claim courage’. Nothing in this world is too difficult to achieve. Even if it is difficult, it’s not impossible… All that one needs to do is, bring out the courage in him by trying it!

       Remember that, the greatest feats in the world were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible!               

                                                                                    “FIRST TRY!”   

                                                                            YOU!


Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

DIE BIG

                                                                                             DIE BIG

           “There’s real happiness in living for the one who loves you and in dying in the place of someone you love!” Make your life true and your death worthy. So live as if you are gonna die tomorrow and die as if you’ll live forever!

           Everyone wants to go to heaven, but the irony is nobody wants to die, yet being the ones who can never make it! If we wanna see heaven, I say, we have no need to die… If we are ready to die and have guts to die any moment, any time, then each moment turns heavenly. One thing that makes our life hell is the ‘fear of death’! If we can stop death, then no need to worry! If we can’t, no need to worry or even try! So, leave ‘fear of death’ behind and turn your life into heaven…

              I’m not afraid of death and so am really like in heaven all the while. But it is hell worrying every moment that I may die for a worthless cause! I had this feeling, kinda phobia since my childhood and it got strengthened since the day I watched this movie “The boy in striped pajamas”, starring, Asa Butterfield. Yes, this movie moved me to the core of my heart. Bruno (Asa), a German kid, was typical of his age. The twelve year old boy and his sixteen year old sister were kids of a German General, dwelling in a highly secured villa in the premises of a locale that seemed like a refugee camp.

             There’s a huge tower, a few yards away from their home and within the refugee camp, from which fumes spew out often, wafting up bad odours through the air. Whenever Bruno brings up that matter at their dining, his dad always skips the matter away or convinces his family saying that it’s only due to the dump that was burnt in the chimney. He also inhales the fumes like they never were stinky at all, while everybody else clip their noses with their fingers, choking!

'Boy In Striped Pyjamas!-Gasing Camp.'

            One day Bruno absconds, tricking the security, guarding their home and reaches a place fenced with barbed wire, which seems to him like some sort of camp. He meets a boy, pale white in color, quite filthy and wearing striped pajamas, on the other side of the fence. They pal-up in no time. Bruno, discovering the chimney being belonging to the camp, asks the boy about it and learns from him too that they burn garbage there. Thenceforth he keeps visiting the camp boy, who always stays away from the rest of the mob in the camp and close to the fence.

'Bruno's Father.'

'Bruno & The Boy!'

            One day the boy tells Bruno that his parents were missing from the camp. The very night, Bruno witnesses his father not resisting his lieutenant from killing their albino (a Jew) valet, who spilled water on the dining table in spite of himself! His father doesn’t even feel sorry for the Jew. Bruno, his mother and his sister go pale with fear, looking at the inhumane and merciless act. Bruno’s father, afraid that his family may discover about his actual job, resolves to send them away to another place till the end of Second World War. Bruno thinks that stinks! He wants to see his friend for the last time and bid farewell to him. Just before their departure he absconds away to the camp and learns from his friend that his grandpa was missing too. Bruno asks him to fetch him their pajamas so that he could enter the camp, get camouflaged with the rest of the refugees and help him find his grandpa. The boy brings striped pajamas to Bruno as he was told. Bruno asks him how and where he got them. The boy says that there were many pajamas in heaps at the foot of the chimney. Then Bruno pops into the pajamas and enters the camp, leaving his clothes behind at the fence.

'The Boy & Bruno Amidst The Mob In The Gasing Chamber :'( ...'

                  Then they set out to search their grandpa. In course, they get pushed into a mob, being chivvied by the German army into the foot room of the chimney. Then the army soldiers denude them! Bruno’s father finds his son missing and goes after him. He finds his foot prints and discovers to his astonishment that they led to the camp! Bruno realizes what job his father was doing, why there were heaps of striped pajamas at the foot of the chimney, why his friend’s family members kept missing and why his dad didn’t spare their albino valet, being a Jew! He holds his friend’s hand tight!

'He Could Have Cried Out-I'm The Son Of The General,
But What Difference Will It Make?'

                 The chamber gets closed. Bruno closes his eyes. He could as well have cried out, “I’m the son of the general and here’s my friend. Spare us!” But what difference will it make…? He could save alone himself, but the extermination will still go on without the least change in the thoughts and brutalities of his father and the German army as well. But his death, he thought must put an end to everything!

             

                    Bruno’s mother and sister reach the fence and find his clothes there. His dad reaches the fire chamber finally and discovers the fumes have already started coming up. His heart throbs rapidly. He gets, his suspicions were right! “Bruno!” he cries with a voice like thunder out of agony and pain, which his wife and daughter hear from afar. The screen darkens. A faint wailing of the heartbroken mother is heard… And for the first time Bruno’s father feels, the fumes really stink!

Dead, But Happy Child In The Arms Of GOD!

            Bruno saved rest of the Jews. Not actually, he saved humanity at the brink of extinction! The dead, but happy child...

Leo Tolstoy

                 I’m too waiting for such a death, a death that can give life to at least two and a death that can change at least one… a death that makes me live even after my death! Leo Tolstoy said, “I too will die and grass grows on my grave. But I’m waiting for a chance to die for a noble cause”!  Yes, we too will die, but why if we die for a worthless cause?! Our death should carry worth, a meaning as did our life, as long as we lived it!

               Whenever I see someone who lost their life in an accident, I start worrying that I too may end up like that! I’m not afraid of death, but afraid of dying at the cost of human errors like a jerry-built building that collapses at the slightest instability or vehicles prone to high speeds or technologies that put lives at risk! Immersed in the lust of speed and technology, man is making his own life vulnerable and insecure! Technology is no hope and future is no safe.       

            

                                                              “I WANNA DIE BIG!”

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

ASSET UNCLAIMED

                                                                              ASSET UNCLAIMED!

           “I Would sometimes resolve to clean up almond shells and do pretty queer things that keep my time passing. I try to do new things, because time is ‘time and again’ anew! Though it’s the same time that repeats, yet a second passed can never be returned, but could only be recalled or regretted. And the latter should be the most painful thing!

Nobody's Wealthy Enough!

              Spent time is dead! No man in this world is wealthy enough to buy his own past. It is an asset unclaimed! And what a man does is important, because he is exchanging all that he does in his life for time. When everything else is lost, time still remains and the future becomes the present if one fights for it!

Everything Else!

             The only thing everybody gets an equal share of is “Time”. And the one who uses it complete and wise is going to get the largest share of everything else! If a person can bring about a great change in 24 hours, just imagine what can be achieved in 24 hours if all those 8 billion people in the world play their part well and justify their roles!

            The Sun and the Moon too bow to one ultimate power, time! What are we compared to those heavenly bodies?! But still, we are something greater than them, as we can make the future show up earlier, which the Sun and Moon too cannot! They have fixed times of revolutions and seasons. They cannot do anything beyond or before the set time, but we can. So let’s not forgive time, because time never did!

                                       “Today is worth two tomorrows. Use it wise!”

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

CHATTER BOX

                                                                                CHATTER BOX

           “I love those boxes! Belimme, I love them… they are talkative and sort of a nuisance, I agree! But you see, they are honest. In their swift and un-broken talk, they dump everything outta their hearts frankly. The irony is that they too don’t realize they are being frank in such a gush of their words… they forget to lie and that’s what makes them honest!

             A hearty chat with our beloved ones glorifies our character, makes us wipe others’ tears and makes us relieve ourselves from burdens and forget our own sorrows. Talking our heart out is the only way to give a rational vent to our imploding emotions and frustrations deep within! It’s a healthy habit. Let’s not have a misconception that talking burns our calories and triggers our appetite early. Let’s eat once more if that’s true, but let’s not give up on talking! Of course, silence is the best way to avoid problems… but what about the existing problems?! Here’s the cure… Talking! Keeping silence in the court of law too has some sections to prove even the innocent, guilty! Silence sometimes is lethal… especially silence of some so called wise!

               Talk, but see that you keep your thoughts really clean and genuine, because, with your mind obsessed with malice and unhealthy thoughts, you can’t express what is called ‘Good’. What’s on your mind is what’s in your words and what’s in your words is what that gets to the heart of people. So watch your mind and you will absolutely have no need to watch your words. A real chatter box is to have healthy thoughts in mind, is down-to-earth and empathetic!

                Only then, after a hearty chat we can discover the glare on our face and grace in our gestures, honesty in our looks and innocence of a cherubic kid in our smiles… we can feel our heart feeling light, light as a silvery cloud which has just poured the rain out, light as a feather from a tiny chick and light as feral fur, light as elegance of a fairy, light as a mother’s touch for her new born baby… Oops, I’m gonna get struck up in that ‘light’, if this goes on…

               Yeah, but I have just spoken my heart out… No wonder, I’m a chatter box too!”

                                                            "Comrade let's TALK!"

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

MUSIC, THE MANTRA!

                   Hey! How are you doing guyz?... mmmmm...We know that a sound is created when two hands meet! But something more.....is created when a finger and a key meet, when a finger and a chord meet, when a hand and a tabla meet, "when two heartz in love beat", and even when a body and fire meet.....right on pyre!

               Yup! I hope by now you'd have understood what I'm talking about. Yyyyes, it's MUSIC...the magic of music! I'm very passionate about music, coz 'music is a spring of life'! It gives u re-birth every other time you hear it, feel it and live it!! Therez music everywhere... in the plummeting waterfalls, chirping birds, whistling breezes, roaring thunders from the sky, splashing waves and... in every step of our life, right from the first cry we cry at our birth... to the end of life, when we'll be cremated on pyre!

        There are many known musical instruments in the world... Brass instruments like Trumpets, Trombones, cornets, tubas, flugel horns, mutes, horns... woodwind instruments - Bassoons, cor anglias, oboes, flutes, piccolos, clarinets, tenor saxophones.... stringed instruments-Violin, cello, double bass, viola, double bass bow, harp... Plucked string instruments - Guitars, accoustic guitars, dobro resonators.... Electronic guitars - Fender stratocaster, gibson les paul, fender jazz bass.... Key instruments - Concert grand pianos, organ consoles... Percussion instruments - Temple blocks, beaters, xylophones, tubular bells, tam-tam(gong), cymbals, maraca, triangle, castanets, vibraphone... Drums, snare drums, congas, timpanum(kettle drum)... Electronic instruments - Home keyboard, electronic drums, synthesizer, digital sampler, wind synthesizer.... and many more!

         Whatever the instrument is, music needs its energy for creation, but is alwayz free of cost to enjoy!! But, the only music free of cost even to create is the music born from hearts beating in love. And if something is available free of cost, it means it is available in abundance... obviously music of love is abundant! And when something is abundant we can share it with many. But, what really matters is that music of love turns much melodious and augments on sharing. Told you already, love is the only thing that can be divided endlessly and still not diminish... and so is music!

         

         Music of love dollops luxuriously down our eardrum, strikes our heart beneath and vibrates our thoughts towards innovative ideas and creates a difference, a wonder!! Give your precious hearts the special attention it deserves with the creamy and blossoming touch of music, enriched with love, making your spirits feel thoroughly massaged in heavenly bliss!!!

          Is it not how we can recognize someone we love? When we meet our soul mate, we can feel his or her heart beats echoing in synchronization with ours... A common, but unique feeling everyone in love will experience. But, the couples who enrich it mutually sustain it forever like an ever green song. There is music every where, every time...

              "The world lives at the cost of music b'coz it has the power to heal broken hearts and even raise dead alive!!!" I'm not referring to zombies, anyway! ;)... and dead in the sense, mentally dead entities, lovelorn ones and deserted people.

                 If you are in love, you can create magic from music, coz frenz!.. you and love are like a song and its melody... Everything about you is a perfect fit! The moments you share are full of joy and contentment....

      

         
                     "Friend, no wonder, you strike the right chord whenever you  and love meet!!"

                                               And music is not a fashion, but a passion!

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

PASSIONS by Sudhira Spurthi K J | Foboko

PASSIONS by Sudhira Spurthi K J | Foboko

Regards...K J Sudhira Spurthi.

STUDENT

                                                                                               STUDENT 

         “I wish education was more empirical and outdoor. Yes, a student must learn things not only from books, but from everything, every walk of his life and even from other students. Because not all the answers for the challenges, one faces in his life are available in books. Books are only sources of information about things we cannot approach physically, until the time comes when we have to deal with them directly. So understand my dear, that books are only a part of our education. We gotta deal with many other things to make our education complete and more meaningful. And also remember that books can only give us knowledge, but not wisdom!

          And as students, we no need to have a grudge-full competition with other students. Because, no two students will have the same destination or future prepared. One will be a scientist and other will be an engineer or someone else tomorrow. So, why to compete with a train on other track? You may as well say, you are studying the same subjects and obviously there’s place for competition. Yes, you are right! But, what I say is that, there must be competition, not between you and another student, but between you yesterday and you today! Compare your yesterday’s progress with today’s, because the person, who stood as your competition may not be with you till the end and even if he stays till the end, he may not be a competition at all. But it’s you who stays with you always. Self-motivation and self-competition serve better! A simple logic we might have been ignoring since ages, but it really works once we start practicing it!

                   

           And it doesn’t mean you won, just because others lost.

           “You can still be a loser among a thousand losers and...

             You can still be a winner among a thousand winners!"

        It doesn’t mean you have reached your destination, because the train on the other track broke down. You are still where you are!
          So to be a winner, analyze your life yesterday, sort out things, minimize your mistakes to have an error free today and a peaceful tomorrow! Destroy the idea that top-scorers alone can get through life. What you study at school or college is quite different from what you have to deal with in future or after you get into a job.

          Lemme give you an example for a better understanding…       

       Tony topped Sciences all through his schooling and D’Souja used to fail now and then in Sciences. D’Souja always had doubts bubbling in him, which distracted his attention from his exams. But for Tony, exams were the end of the competition. He never thought about the topics he read, once the exams were over. He used to kick away the rails left behind once he had driven across them. After a few years both met at a trek in the woods. Tony was married and his kids came along with him. He was hostile with D’Souja and threw up attitude whenever D’Souja approached him in a humble way. Suddenly an unidentified snake came into the scene from nowhere, stinged one of Tony’s kids and vanished from the scene in no time! Tony immediately dialed 108, crying and gasping out of fear. He knew, he must first aid his kid, but didn’t know first aid of which kind should he carry out, for he didn’t know what kind of snake it was. But, D’Souja very composedly drew the belt out of his pants, tied it to the kid’s leg above the stings and sucked the venom out of him. His presence of mind saved the kid. Ambulance arrived!
        Tony was thinking about the snake, while D’Souja was thinking about the kid! ‘Priorities’ and ‘presence of mind’, which books cannot demonstrate! Poor Tony didn’t know the same first aid goes for any kind of snake bite! What good will it make if our education doesn’t come to our rescue when we need it, and if we don’t have the guts to use it wise at the times of challenge?! Tony had knowledge. D’Souja had wisdom!
            So, think buddy… “Nature gifts the smartest, not the first!”
          Tony learnt a lesson from D’Souja. Yes, we are still students even after our studious life in school or college or whatever it is, is over. Life still teaches us the biggest lessons, books cannot!
                         "And the competition is not yet over!

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.

BUTTERFLY

                                                                            BUTTERFLY

          “Though we wake up the same every morning, every sunrise shows us into a new world, new happiness or new problems…every day! But for me, for years, every sunrise has shown me into same problems every day, but in a new way…

           I used to cry sometimes for a reason. Sometimes even more, not knowing at least the reason behind my tears! The later is the most hurting thing, I ever knew!! My misery had no measure and my laments had no leisure…”

Misery-Worry!

               “Far goes my story
                      and long goes my misery…
                      Forsaken was I!
               Far kept me, my worry,
                      the world to see my eye!!

               Tears alone filled my eyes,
                    Sorrow  alone filled my heart;
               Life destroyed by lies,
                    making my world fall apart!!

               Though I saw everyday sunrise…
                    yet no rise took its part,
               In taking away my everyday cries.
                    But only gave my tears another start!!”

I Worried About ThingsThat Never Happened!

        “As things I never worried about had happened in my past, I spent years worrying about things, even I’m not sure of happening, to happen in the future! But through years I’ve learnt that my worries changed nothing… I was happy and really enjoying myself when it was time to be happy. I was sad and crying when it was time to be real sad! The thing that should be taken into account is, neither of them lasted long… And neither had any considerable impact either in stopping something least expected to happen or permitting something I always longed for to happen!

I Realized Later!

           I only realized that happiness or sadness is just a state of mind that drifts away as conditions change, but what that still exist are time and future and the task ahead! So, I stopped thinking about my past that can’t stop my future and my future that can’t change my past… I started just enjoying the moment, sad or happy!

Struggling In Intuitive Exile!

           Like a maggot which struggles inside a cocoon, not even knowing what it is going to be in future and knows it was destined to be a brimful and colorful butterfly only after transforming into it, my heart too struggles a lot in the claws of bygone, rotten memories. And it’s only when I fight to get outta them, I realize that my heart was destined to be happier at the moment, which I too didn’t know earlier and until I fought for it!

Flipping & Flying!

           So, I realized finally, all that I need to do to be happy is just to change my thoughts. And to change my thoughts, I must fight for it. After such a profound fight in exile, I really find my heart flipping and flying like a butterfly!”

                “Thought makes all the difference!”

My Heart Is A Maggot!

“My heart is a maggot
    when my spirits leave me…
Venturing back into
    bygone rotten memories!
For I only beget
    luke warm tears for free…
My conscience cries too
    thinking of the injuries!!
 

Struck In Squishy Bogs Of Intuitive Exile!

                  Maggot in-articulated,
                      gone dumb by despair…
                  Struck in squishy bogs
                      of intuitive exile for eons!
                  And then the wings unfold
                      colorful in a pair…
                  Maggot flies out of the bogs
                      with a mild romance!!

Magic All Around!

And now my heart is light
    flying light as a butterfly…
Magic all around,
    spirits soaring high!
For maggot won the fight
    in the bogs, with a sigh…
A fight so profound,
     fought to do or die!”

Spirits Soaring High!

Regards... K J Sudhira Spurthi.