#2nd weekend

2nd Weekend-Singam 3 12th Day Collection-Si3 12 Days Total Earning Report-S3

2nd Weekend-Singam 3 12th Day Collection-Si3 12 Days Total Earning Report-S3 :- Singam 3 another big Tamil movie of 2017 and Suriya’s Career. It took very good start in AP/TG. First time any Tamil Film dubbed in Telugu Version earned big amount on Telugu State. Singam 3 11th Day Box Office Collection is Fabulous on Domestic Market. Its Telugu Version in Andhra Pradesh & Telangana has earned…

< 2nd Weekend - 10/11th Jan'15 >

Prologue - This year (fingers crossed) I will try to write more of stories, poems(!). So, here it is my first ever hindi poem.

हमने भी कुछ पढ़ा था

ना था वोह स्कूल की किताबों में,

ना था उन प्रचलित कहानियों में

क्या बताते उन पढ़े हुए किस्सों के बारे में,

जिनका ज्ञात तोह था पर एहसास नहीं

  पढ़ा था हमने उन मायूस आँखों मैं,

की क्या होता है दर्द छुपाने में

याद है वह चेहरे का रंग बदलना,

लफ़्ज़ों का जुबां तक आना और

फिर दिल में समां जाना

  समझा था उस ख़ामोशी में,

की कितने रंग है चाहत के

एहसास हैं हमें भी, की सबको

मंज़िल मिले है ये मुमकिन नहीं

  अनुभव है हमें उन उलझनों का,

जिनका आदि तो है, अंत नहीं

पढ़ा था कुछ हमने भी कभी,

कहीं, किसी हाल में।

  Happy Weekend!

< 2nd Weekend >

It’s the second weekend of the year and somehow it feels like an eternity has passed between the last and this week, stuck in a time warp, or was the time frozen, and then melted and exploded me here a week later. I don’t get it, but I am beginning to enjoy and love it. Yup, whatever that means, can mean, shall mean and whatever doesn’t I guess it will either perish or start making sense in due course of time. Isn’t it like this, either things start making sense, or lose out eventually, in a bottomless pit of the infinite vase that exists within us. Some days are different, some so similar, not a deja vu per se, but a sense of familiarity is there. Is this the only life that I am living, or is it just one of the many possibilities existing in the quantum space and the sense of familiarity is due to my experience in some other hyperplane just a few million light years away. Despite the colossal distance and the inability of the man to cover such distances faster than the speed of light, mind traverses and the heart feels. Guess they’re not restricted by the limiting factors. Speed of mind, and of the thoughts is faster than speed of light, much faster, unimaginably faster and it can be possible that what I am feeling right now is what my younger self has already experienced in other possible world, few moments ago. That’s why I have so many questions, doubts, confusions. It can’t be pure intellect behind it. Something beyond my understanding is happening behind the curtains of my conscious mind. Am I exaggerating, or over thinking? Or is it just a thought that my younger self had few moments ago and now carried to me by a wave of thought or rather a wave of thoughts from different possible adjacent world, not just from that world to this, but from this to that world also. And my collective consciousness (and subconsciousness for that matter) is nothing but a sum total of my individual consciousness spread across the universe amongst different hyperplanes.

Does this also mean my actions on one plane, one world will affect my thinking on the other. I guess it will. No, it’s not like what happens in Jason Statham’s movie The One, my energy ratio and all that is not the sum total and that the balance needs to be maintained, one losing energy will not mean other gains it. No. One system in itself, say for example Earth, is a closed system, which essentially means the energy here is constant, me dying here will mean me dying here. The energy lost when I died, will be gained or merged with the earth’s atmosphere and no being or anything will get hold of that energy, for this essentially is how a closed system works. At the max, when I’ll die, my younger/older self in far afar worlds will feel a sense of loss, like a part within them has died. It’s difficult to explain what really happened, but in a way it’s like you can see your heart been torn in thousand pieces in front of you. A loss, a tremendous loss, when the world becomes still and all the voices gets frozen in the middle, never reaching your ears, the only sound you can hear is that of silence, the only thoughts you can think are non-existent, the only road you can walk is yet to be laid. The world outside is still the same, sane, untroubled, but the world within is at the zenith of turbulence. How can it ever recover? With despair, you look at the sky, it is the same sky, but the echoes now heard are different.

p.s - the original intent was to write something different, but as I started typing, this came, like it was waiting for it's time to come and reveal itself to me (and the world) or was it just a fleeting thought that waves from adjacent world brought to me. Can be.