The Sandman chronicles

There was this discussion we had at the Forum on Unexplained-Mysteries.com and i had posted some ideas of mine there... http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=103858&st=0 1. A mystery about Lake Titicaca, the nazca Lines and the mayan doomsday calendar all interlinked. lake titicaca as suspected was a the most important sea port...of the ancient world before a polar shift. as theorised by others... nazca lines were highway signs for spacecraft to land..and directions to various locations. a high tech archaeological team..dives into titicaca ...finds an sealed entrance going deep...they open the entrance way and swim through and reach a cavern full of strange artifacts ...one of the team accidentally activates one of the artifacts ...but doesn't know..interstellar beacon...u can put in anything from annunaki to the borgs ...an alien race...the reptilian creatures who had genetically produced the homo sapiens ...catch on to it. meanwhile another

When I was Young, I had a Dream! When I was Young, I had Ideals! When I was Young, I was Pure! Now, What Have I become? I still remember those days, when i used to think of being an ideal human being, someone all could look up to, someone who would help others when in need, someone who would be loved by all. I saw corruption all around me! I reaffirmed my self with positive thinking that I Will Not Be Tainted By it. I saw the degradation in Relationships. I consoled my self saying, i will be a true human, a true son, brother, husband, father and friend. I saw love getting commercialised! I was sure my love will be Honest and True! But what was around me, snared me in the web, without even me realising it. I became Corrupt myself! I Paid bribes - to get a confirmed ticket, to get ahead in the que, to secure myself, I took insider information, I played dirty in bsuness deals..the list is long! Love Died on Me! I forgot when i first felt "Love". I became a &q

There has been a gap in my posting! Not that i am a frequent blogger like the others, but even on my own standards, it was quite a big gap of time. I was Busy!! Plain Truth! I got a New Job, Moved to a New Place, and add to it the month of Ramadan. I joined Toshiba Corporation - Power Systems Division as Electrical Engineer on August 13th, 2007. On the very same day, i shifted with the whole lot of baggage to Ras Al Khaimah, a quaint Backwater City in the Northern portion of UAE. (Ras Al Khaimah is the Northern Most Emirate of United Arab Emirates). I am now the Electrical Enginer/In-Charge for a 400/132 kv Grid Substation Project for Transco in R.A.K. Now, I've got 'busy' in site. basically its all Civil Engineering Works that are on going, but it requires initial works from Electrical Dept. and Constant co-ordination. Post has been edited since, i was actually bitching about someone whom i dont like at all. Well, folks who work with me knows whos this person...so i leave

Live & Let Live! The song goes... I am my Own Man, I do My Own Thing....... Yeah! of course...every human being is an individual, with seperate identities, mannerisms, charachter, likes and dislikes! When these individual human beings contribute together, the society is formed. in a society, there is give and take, acceptance of another's being, undestanding of each others characters and so on. for me, I was brought up in a household, where i was taught it was impolite even to point you finger, let alone comment on another individual. my mother and the sunday school taught me... If you point ONE FINGER at another person, Remember, 4 FINGERS are pointing back at you! But all those old school morals are gone now. The youth of today (i have met many in the very circle i mingle) doesnt care if they hurt another individuals feelings by commenting on him or her! We all have our own space! if somebody penetrates that space , be it physically or verbally, the most automatic response is

what title do i give it? Why I Write? Why Do I Write? I don’t Know! Why Do I Write? May be To Express My Self. I write the same way as I Speak. I Speak the same way as I think. So it's all direct from the heart and quite often spontaneous. I am not a master at stringing words like some of my friends who have a knack to line up words to express their feelings with the correct rhyming and all that poetry mumbo jumbo! I do wish that I could join some creative workshop and learn how to use words more appropriately, but then, I am too shy to show them my earlier written works – I am a closet writer and lyricist! So, what I felt about the partiality or sort of apartheid in the work place or society in the Middle East, especially in Dubai and Abu Dhabi where I work, I wrote down these words. I don’t have any title for these words – I can't call it a poem because a poem must have all the poem mumbo jumbo like rhyming etc. So To all those who ever read these words, if you could come up

Why Me? There times this Guy used to cry! Why Me? Why Me? Why does it always happen to Me? He never saw the silver lining on the cloud's edge! All he saw was gloomy, black and dark! He never had friends, For no one wanted a whiner for a friend! He never fell in love, For the girls wanted all the flowery words! he never succeeded in his endeavors, For he never thought on the positive side! One fine day, This buddy of Ours! Decided its nough for him in this Big Bad World! He tried to end his life by hanging on a rope! But then, even Death didnt want him! But by the luck of the draw, Some sense tricled into his brain! he realised self pity was the greates of all vices! He shook all his leathargy off, He stood up and moved..and has never stopped ever since! And of course, He smiled, Made friends, Fell in love (many times!!), Climbs the Career ladder at ease, ever sure of himself! folks..that guy above..was me!

The Open Door The Door is Always Open, Many Come and Go! Leaving Bits of Memories! Both Good and Bad! Sweet, Bitter Sweet and Utter Bitter Ones! The Door is Always open, There were days I wished it was Closed! Those days in Lonliness I spent, Contemplating on my Life and Doings! Wishing I could change the Past! The Door is Always Open, There were days i wished some would enter! I spent those days in lonliness, yearing for some friendly touch and talk, But none were there and i Wept in darkness! The Door is Always Open, There were days i wished i had more Doors, Then were the times i was revelling in friendship! But some left to never come back, Some slowly faded by their own doings or mine! The Door is Always Open, You are anytime welcome in Stranger! I will listen to the stories of your life, And tell you some of mine Ans sk you - Can You Be My Friend? - I wrote this little bit when i felt i was lonley, exactly to say at 2.00 pm on saturday, June, 2007.

Earlier, I used to feel so lonley. I was basically an introvert, who as a child used to run and hide whenever guests came to my home! I used to find it difficult to introduce myself and talk with them. This stayed with me almost till my high school! But when i started my engineering college life in a place thats quite far away from my home, i had to interact with new people and make new friends - i had to change myself i had to get out off my shell i had to interact with people i had to lose the fear! and i did lose it. But making friends was always difficult for me. If i made a friend, it was for life. But i was not making many friends and those i have made are still friends. Then again i felt lonley! Then, as a rule of survival of the fittest - i had to evolve - make friends...go out and make the effort! I did! I got a lot of friends and my days are not so lonley!! i got a lot of pals through orkut - I had joined orkut just for the whim of it an i found that there was a communityt ca

I recently came across some poetry which is so beautiful and so sublime, I cant help but share it with you all : Absolutely Clear Don't surrender your loneliness So quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight Has made my eyes so soft, My voice So tender, My need of God Absolutely Clear. Hafiz ********************************************** The only vision I have is your sight The only thing I follow is your light. Everyone finds his repose in sleep, Sleep from my eyes has taken flight. Hafiz ********************************************** In times of youth, drinking is better. With the joyful, linking is better. The world is a mere temporal inn; With the shipwrecked, sinking is better. Hafiz ********************************************** With fate you still hope to trade; Passage of time should make you afraid. You said no color comes after black, I said my black hair to white degrade.

Is there any true love? I remember reading one story about Birbal , the Mughal Emperor Akbar’s minister, one of the navratnas of Akbar's court! Akbar and Birbal are arguing on "Love". Akbar states that a Mother’s love for her child is the greatest kind of Love on the earth. Birbal states that the greatest love on earth is the love for oneself, one of self preservation. Akbar challenges Birbal to prove it. Birbal arranges a female monkey and its child to be put into a deep pit and the pit to be flooded with water gradually. The female monkey first tries to protect its child by keeping it on hits head and at one stage when it realises that the water has risen to such a level that it will drown, it throws the baby away, tries and escapes from the pit. The female monkey knew that since it is alive, it could have other babies, but if its own life is gone, where would the babies come from? Is there true love? No! All love is conditional. There is a catch with each and e

My Lyrics/poems are not good ones…. I am not so adept with words like Arun (my friend whose blog contains a lot of beautiful poems - http://roonrao.blogspot.com/ ).. my lyrics/poems are quite spontaneous, I write the skeleton and add on lines here and there…bringing it to a shape that’s acceptable to me (mind it..acceptabe to me, ONLY!. I don’t care what others say!) Let’s start with a spontaneous one… let the topic be LOVE FOOL All have told that my heart is footloose! Running and bounding all over, Hoping with eternal hope that my love will come! Bound and Rebound from one to another. Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool Ever a sucker for love! Every time my heart breaks, Its back to hoping for the next one! All have told my heart is super strong! Growing strong with every ache! How could it suffer so many a heartbreak! How could it regain from the aches it suffers! Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool Ever a sucker for love! Every time my heart breaks, Its back to hoping for the next one! All

Musings for the Day! A few days back I was going through the "Gulf News" and I found an Advertisement "Revolutionary Property prices" with a large Silhouette of Che’ Guevara in the back ground! I wonder what a proper Revolutionist like Che had to do with Real Estate in Dubai? I am not a communist or a revolutionist, but in don’t like the fact that these morons are using Che as a copywriter’s brainwave to jack up the value of the Ad. Che stood for something that what the Ad is trying to promote – fightig against inequality in the people. Who lives in the Free Holds? Richie Riches and wannabe Richie Riches! Where does equality come into the picture here when a crap copywriter puts Che’s picture as an eye catcher for the Ad with a tag line "Revolutionary Property Prices"?? Advertisements should entertain and let you remember the product when you go for shopping!!And not put some crap ideas and feel that the people will remember the stuff and buy the product.

WARNING : IF YOU ARE A MINOR -PARENTAL SUPERVISION REQUIRED TO READ OR IF YOU CONSIDER YOURSELVES IMMATURE AND KIDDISH OR STRAIGHT LACED AND ORTHODOX - DONT BOTHER TO READ THIS PARTICULAR POST - AS IT CONTAINS PROFANE LANGUAGE. TRAINING DAY Lend me your Hand, I will make it wield a bloody scalp! Lend me your Feet, I will make them trample on the weak! Lend me your Mouth, I will form it to spout blasphemy! This is the Training Day! Welcome to the Production Bay! You are part of the Processed Goods, Getting Punched into Existence, Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!! Lend me your Being, Let me strip off everything Positive! Lend me your heart, I will fill it to the brim with Bile! Lend me your tongue, I will fork it like a snake’s! This is the Training Day!………… ………………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!! Lend Me your Friends, I will transform them into Fiends! Lend me your Family, I will turn them into your Bother’s keepers! Let me your Wife, I will make her the Whore of the World! Th

You, My Friend You, My Friend! Where are you? Don’t you ever think of the days we were together? How we met and how we gelled? What fun we had together with all our pals! How we cried over broken hearts and broken bones! You, My Friend! What do you do? Don’t you ever think of the future we together planned? How we argued over what the future holds? Reasonable ambitions with achievable targets! Little Little wishes that were waiting to be fulfilled! You, My Friend! Why Don’t you Call? Don’t you remember our promise to stay in touch? How we called ourselves blood brothers! Born different, but one as an entity? I miss your calls and the get-togethers we used to have. You, My friend! Why have you changed? Don’t you remember our ideals and ethics of our youth? Standing against the society, the evils and the corruption! High ideals, reasonable sense!We were about to change the World! You, my Friend! Why are you like this? Don’t you remember the good old you, fo