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                                                         Transylvania - Beyond Count Dracula                                                                                                                                                                                                                            That Haunted castle you see, right in front of you in the open in the cold dark night, and the pipe organ playing in the dark night, with that eerie music that chills your spine. You feel the chill pass through your spine , as the trees   sway in the wind chanting a uncomforting melody and the lightning crashes down in the forest and creatures run about howling in the darkness   and with   menacing stares. This place is Transylvania, which is associated with Count Dracula and whose name appears in so many movies and books that are written about the Count. However, beyond the dark cloak of Dracula is a very beautiful contrasting Transylvania.        The   Tra

                                                                         In my life, there were many personalities that added their touch to my life. Reading about them, working with them , learning from them them and mixing many things I learnt from them and bringing about new things. Every change that has taken place is remarkable, ... and there is so much more to happen. There'll be many more people to thank in the future, I,m sure .. as time goes on. And among the bundle of inspirations, there are two that stand out and have molded my personality. These two have eastablished a connect in my mind. Both of them show up in my daily life, in the things I do, and the way I behave. There are two of them, they are the two revolutionaries who shaped my thought and way of thinking.                       The first personality is one that comes from Britian, from the books of literature and the movies of the time, this character shows up in my talks, and in my way of interaction with p

                                                 It's a dream!!! A wish of mine, to go to Europe - to take a trip down the lanes of Italy, sitting in the cafes and sipping on some cream latte, or heading towards the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and visiting the Nossa Senyhora chapel in France. Seeing the bullfight in Spain would be something, and then going to St.Mark's Basilica in Venice, many call it "Heaven on Earth" and it sure is, because it looks so beautiful in print. I will fulfill my dream, but till some months ago I just thought about the Western Europe, and felt it was the best. Never though much about East Europe, but I did know a couple of places, like Transylvania and I know about due to a famous horror movie. I thought of it more as a grassland, and not much until i came across this beautiful paradise on earth called Romania.                      Starting with the beautiful Carpathian mountains where you would want to go, if you like to trek because it is

                                                                                       EKLAVYA                                                                           Lately, I had been going through this story - the story of Eklavya, which was something  I had gone through many years earlier. The story of sin - the way the word manipulates true passion and determination. It something I feel deeply about, this boy named Eklavya - who had come with hopes and aspiration only to be manipulated by the world and its tactics, and sadly , it highlights the caste system which made differences and divisions to talent. This event is what i would like to call "The hidden story of the Mahabharatha." because nobody talks about it as they may consider " bad advertising".        So, as in the Mahabharatha, there were the five princes of the Mahabharatha. The princes were taught by their teacher, Dronacharya. They were being trained to be exceptional in all the arts. Among

                                                                               The Award                                     The marketplace was buzzing with activity, the crowds were roaming around the marketplace to buy things. The day was bright and shiny, and the breeze blew well, with a signature of  a calm spirit that had settled after a lot of turmoil. The Country had been going through a lot of problems, and it had just come out of its economic crunch. The people were moving around in a releived sense of being, after the time had passed by. This was Ecuador, one of the most beautiful countries in the world, which had faced some real hard time. But now it had gone by, the people had watched it pass and waved it goodbye. Christmas was coming, and people were now preparing for the festivities. they wanted it to be the best this year, considering what they had gone through.            Among them, there was a man named  Juan Carlos. He used to stay near the market - with his p

                                                                         Axl Rose meets the Jihadis             The Doors slammed open .The men with beards stormed out fiercely chanting Allah-u-Akbar and marching down the street. They cried in anguish and heated fury and with pointed determination as the flags of Islam flew in the air. The atmosphere around changed into a violent sound chamber.The Jihadis marched towards the city " Kaffirs" ( non-beleivers) along the way. The anger was felt by the people around who shut the doors to them. It clearly didnt matter to them. They continued their chants in fury, while they were walking towards their target... the White House.                      The officials at the White House were monitoring the situation and realized they would not be able to stop this group from coming to the White House and causing trouble and also that would mean taking action  on them which would stir a nationwide protests by human rights and the Mus

                                                           Smart work!!! Yeahh. Its a good thing. I like it. Thinking smart, get the job done , having time for ample priorities and not putting too much on the job, the result being a confident and relaxed candidate who can tackle problems easily, who can get to the core of the matter and understand issue, and then correctly deal with them. Smart work puts you at an adavantage, giving you the added benefit. I was introduced to this concept during schooling, in its rough form when I used to see people making excuses to get out of class to practice their dance moves for a local competition while getting help from their friends to write notes for them, which they used to study later. It was smart work, killing two birds with one stone. It was beautiful, it was a great thing to see and things worked so flawlessly in this system.              This system of smart was disorganized, but still so organized because it generated results, mor

                                                                         The Journey .. Spiritual                Darkness , she was crawling to the sun, her fingers in a purple haze surrounding the yellow yolk of the sky. The winds blew all over, in a mild breeze across the ocean. The winds had been circling the sea , and the chill began to set in. The dark hours of the night began to set in, and the sea started to sway in a psychedelic haze. A  beautiful village stood by the sea, with beautiful farms surrounding it.The men started going home as their familes prepared dinner  for them. The fires in the field were put out , and as time went by, everything was pitch black.      The village was made up of farms, houses and a Church. There was a priest in the Church who used to administer to the spiritual needs of the people. He was working in his office and was very tired at the end of the day. He had been working in this church for the last five years. The year was very good, with

                                 Education .... Hmmmm!!!! Sitting there in the corner of the library is a boy sitting and doing his studies. Time has passed by. I don't go to school anymore, but I remember the pose. It's a pose I am familiar with, but a pose that is not mine.Mine was that of the distracted boy who looked at the trees, ran to the playgrounds and practised dance steps in the toilet while classes went on.   I miss those days, they were fun, the best days.But thinking about that time, ther's always a little regret that I did not give much attention to my studies. I enjoyed the fun of education, but should have been a little serious too.Things were different at that time, there was nothing such as focus , and we studied because it was something we had to do.But I did well in my studies and liked the learning too. But I did not know the proper method of learning at the time.When I was in college, there was always talk about the purpose of higher education and

                                                                       Humpty Dumpty - who was he????                                                               Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall                                                               Humpty Dumpty had a great fall                                                               All the Kings Horses and Kings men                                                               Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty                                                                toghether again                    The poem I used to dance to when I was a kid, when I was very little ..... at the tender age. I used to love the poem and the rhyme. I used to hop like a rabbit when it was played on the casette of nursery rhymes that my parents had brought for me. This song also brings back some good memories of the good times I had as a kid. During the days of the tape recorder and the walkman.......                     The lag

                                                          The Silent Football                                                                       Be Yourself                                                            Do what you are called for, yeah                                                            I'm a ball, hey                                                            People with me they play                                                            They kick me, they fling me                                                             They kiss me, they stump me                                                             In all ways, they use me                                                             In slush I float                                                             In rain showers, I fly                                                             Extreme heat peels me off                                                             in p