Wohooo ! Finally i got back my pic !!!! Cute na ?!!!

Elephants share a special place in my heart , thoughts and memory … To begin with my name at home is Vignesh - and when it comes to Ganesh , can we forget to think about elephant ?!!! So my sojourn with elephants started the day i was named …..

Then Elephants visited me often in the stories my mom said to me … then my first contact would have come in the temples , which we go everyweek in our native … Blame it on my poor memory , i dont exactly remember how i wud have reacted that time when i was face to face with the majestic but childish hero !!! But am sure i would have cried wen my dad took me near my lovely elephanta for blessings … matter of fact , even now i dont go near Elephants in temples .. I love watching them from distant … but won’t go pally pally near by … My niece goes boldly and feeds the elephants but still i dont have that guts to do so …

Then how can i forget those numerous panchatantra stories n amar chitra kathas i grew up with and the lovely elephant characters they displayed !!!! Miss those days … when we had all the sweet time to read comics and act comic and still get away with the tag “sweeetso” .. now the same world would call it “irresponsible idiot etc etc ” if spend time on comic n act comic … ahhh .. this is not a philosophy post so let me not talk abt the missings n broodings ..

Back to our Appu talk … the last Appu encounter i had was watching our Appu’s big long lost brother mammoth in ICE AGE 2 … that was funny especially the scene when our girly mammo hangs topsy turvy from a tree branch

I luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv my Ele … err love from distance

Love 1 : Itz a pleasant sunday .. woke up lazily but surprisingly bit early for a sunday .. Waz lazing arnd till 11 and then a fren called up n  said wud catch up in coffee day . So lazily went over to the coffee shop and took a seat and was waiting for my friend .. It was bit crowded and i was glancing the people around  … lovey dovey couples … nerdy onez .. teeny weenies and the place was very vibrant … I love watching people (  nice simple excuse! ) My friend didnt turned up yet and i heard a steely voice but pleasant , i turned to face  the voice and it came from an old man who looked bit fragile but with a twinkle in eyes and  sporting a nice warm smile .. I smiled back .. he looked around and asked me if i can share a seat in my table , if i dont mind .. I smiled back and said ” sure  ” so he was seated opposite me . He smiled , looked around and gave a deep smile that seems to recollect his past days …

” lovely place , unlike the coffeehouse we used to frequent in our days ” I duno if he said to himself or to me but when i looked at him he was smiling at me ..

” ya ” with a smile , i usually use small words in conversation when i meet new people .. but with loads of smile and warmth ..

” Are you waiting for someone ? ”

” ya .. am expecting my friend ” i replied but this time i felt somewhat nice talking to him .. he reminded my late granpa or something struck a pleasant chord with me.

” someone special ? ” and he gave a gentle laugh  with a twinkle in his eyes, he seemed to be enjoying his conversation and i too was amused ..

” one of my friend ” with a smile n eye language tat conveyed am expecting a friend and not someone special

” am waiting for my girl friend ”

My face sported a big Smile as he said this … I was to be honest taken back  with surprise when he said that ..

” Cant i have a girl friend ? ” he laughed again .. seemingly enjoying his conversation …

I dunno how to explain my amused facial expression , i didnt know what to say but just a funny smile in my face that put together surprise , pleasant , amused , love , warmth and all nice emotions in me …

He winked at me .. and suddenly exclaimed ” here comes my girl ” i turned back immediately to the direction he was looking and saw a grey haired old woman in a salwar suit - graceful and with a happiness in face equalling the one I saw in his face …

Ste stood few tables away ” Shall we go ? did u order the pastries ? “  She asked him with a gracious voice that reflected her old age but still with a charm ..

He nodded. And turned to me and smiled at me - a smile that reminded a boy in him - ” My someone special has come i got to leave now .. have good day ” his eyes twinkled and he turned and walked towards her … I jus sat there with a strange feeling in my heart .. I felt their love in the air .. Literally !

My friend came after a while apologising for geting late but i didnt mind him being late at all coz my thoughts wer with the old couple i chanced upon …

Love 2 : On the way back , i dropped into my cousin home to say a hi to my lovely cute niece . My cousin had gone somewhere out and his wife was at home with my 5 year old niece …My cousin’s was a love marriage and it was me who signed the witness for their marriage  .. well , theirs was a love marriage and its a separate story !! So was talking with her.. and she said ” your cousin is changed this days … he is not like before and since i moved to this new company he keeps asking thousand questions in a suspicious way and thousands more if i have to attend any party in the office that i dont feel like to go only ” .. there was a hurt in her talk .. I always thought when tey got married , that tey make a perfect couple  and i was bit saddened with the change in their relations .. though both of them are still very much deep in love atleast outwardly for others  ….. but somewhere there seem to have small weeds grown in their garden of love …

Love 3 : Later in the evening my friend called from delhi … I asked her howz her boy friend and she said ” no am not talking to him and i wont call him again , untill he calls me “I said ” Nice ” in a mocking way .. Its not a surprise news to me coz hardly a month goes without i hear this same dialogue from her. Each time it happens he doubts her if she talks to someone on phone .. and suspects her and she tries to reason him and he blasts her and she shouts and after few days either she gives up or he cries for 3-4 hours to her (  ) and they patch up and again he suspects her and tey fight .. i told her isnt it a same story again n again …  she said ” No this time its final am not going to talk again ” I said  ” O ya , lets c ”  Am sure to get a sms by tmrw saying he cried and patched up

At the end of the day , at bed , the face of the old couple revisited again … It showed the magic of the love … I duno if they too would have fought like this in their young age .. but i didnt see any trace of it now in their face and talk .. It reflected the pure love that stood away frm the mild disapointed tone in my cousin wife’s voice or the silliness of my friend’s talk who are also deep in love … The old couple reflected the true essence of love that moves my heart , when i think of it now … and a genuine wish in me for such a love in life ……………. !!

When the trust is broke
Tears roll
When the Heart weeps
Silent whispers and soaken words
Unspoken but loud to hear
Let the tears crystalise
For every tears shed
There are many more reasons to live
For every tears dried
There are lots more love unexplored
For every tears flowed
There are more unseen smile awaiting…

I jus read Ash K’s poem and instinctively wrote this .. i duno if u can ?call?mine a poem or watever but its jus some lines that spring from my heart inspired by her poetry…. lol English literature world pls forgive me lol

I juz read Divy’s blog , that made my heart eyes n thoughts go tender.. I could relate directly to what she posted about her dad and am sure many wud do so .. Last one year and so .. m witnessing my dad who seems to have turned the clock back to childhood.. Since , that fatal day when my dad who never had a history of BP earlier.. suddenly found himself with a 260/160 BP , things have changed. From being a Strong will powered man , I always knew , I saw him slowly turn childish.. Sometimes , changes in life are very quick . . . so much that we don’t even have time to realize it.. Now he is like a child. I feel him like my child now . I could feel his anguish that I am unmarried yet .. I could feel his enormous trust , dream on me , the way he stood by me ,even though I chose a profession that was something strange for him - something different from the usual diet of medicine and engineering that all my cousins chose to be , that sometimes I feel if I could justify and fulfill it all.. Since childhood , he never tried to impose any restriction on me but only one thing he would say ” I think I have been able to instill in you the mind that can differentiate what is good and what is not - so am sure you will be able to make the right decision” Looking back into my life , I don’t think I was ever controlled by anyone , sometimes , I wish there was really someone to control me but then on other hand , I don’t think , being what I am - I would have rebelled if someone would have tried so. But now I feel I am controlled , controlled not by the strict diktat of a Father but controlled by a love of a child . Suddenly , I find myself wishing to spend more time with them .. coz I could feel the age catching up with him..

We never realized all our life , that our father could age.. we always try to keep our father in a superman kind of mould till one day we come to the reality that there is a child in your MAN. . . and there is a man in YOU …

Am back ! Yet again i managed to break the Chakra Vyug , that life throws now n then in the form of interpersonal relation, moodswing , professional challenges , dreams , aspirations … Luckily unlike Abimanyu , i manage to break the challenging Chakra vyug of life and back with a extra bit of smile and optimism !!!

What all happened in the meanwhile since my last post . Well , i made my first step in realising my dream project .. ( wat it is , will tell u in a month or so ) , had a minor accident  - an autowala crashed into me to avoid hitting someone else  , was listening to my mom - desperate to c me get married  .. And her anguish tat somehow , the astrochart compatibilitly which the girl’s side see , so far was a disaster  ( So managed to survie till date ) So wen Divy was narrating about her mom’s talk of marriage , i cud only think of us sailing in same boat  My sweeto mom finally said  , why dont u fall in love wit someone n marry her  

Then was bombarded by football talks - among frens , tv , newspaper , Vidya’s blog of football… I was never a fan of football , so decided to watch a couple of match and see why people are so crazy about football .  After watching two matches , the loss of england and brazil , i duno if i liked the game but definitely liked the display of emotions on n off the field - the smiles , cheers , desperation , anguish , tears ……..

Well . . . now i really hav to cut the post now , coz work calling .  Promise u more posts without long breaks . Take care all of u .

It started as a lazy day . No work today  . Since i was free , i had planned to go for a movie in te morning - omen or MI3 but Zzzzzzzzzzzzz .. i slept off nice and woke up late . So called up my fren n said will skip movie for someother day ( since he was buzy later part of the day) Then after a lazy start , called up one of my fren for a coffee and we sat for hours in a coffeeday sipping on iced caramel taking our own sweet time in talking all the sense n nonsense topics  . I returned back . On the way i was feeling litl bit weak , n slowly i felt a shiver in the body and soon i was with headache , body ache and lite shiver within . I came home . rested myself . But slowly i was feeling more weaker and lonely. I duno y but i was feeling very lonely all of a sudden and thats wen i wished there was someone special to take care of me . The whole world all of a sudden seem to be so lonely and me a big lonely island in the middle of a big ocean . Everyone seemed to be a travellers in life with no one to share our life … Life suddenly sounded like a big journey wer we come across different faces now n then .. we talk for a while and some faces fades out after a while , some faces expressionless at times , some faces wearing masks before as at times .. and no one with a real face wit real smile and real care .. I felt like to talk to my mom . so called her . I dont know when was it the last time i felt like saying i missed her . I wanted to say i miss her .. the words wer in the lips but i stopped … i didnt want to make her worry coz of my words . But am happy tey would be in bangalore in couple of days . Waiting to see them .. Atleast for now they are the only special people in my life … MISS YOU MOM and miss the someone special in my life .. someone somewhere waiting for me ………………………………………………………….. Someone who is still faceless for me .

Vidhya asked me what on earth i did on the girls to deserve the wrath of their Someone special

So I was thinking about it while driving as usual ( titbits : Driving is when i really wander my mind in all thoughts , though i kno its dangerous to mix think and drive  )

This is what i did i think :

I Listen to them : Yes , i juz listen to them when they talk to me and listen to them with loads of patience and intrests and receptive skills. I think the root cause of most of the problems of the failing relation is lack of time and lack of communication. People , really like to pour their hearts to someone , who is willing to listen and thats what i do. Personally , i feel i may not be a big talkative but i am good  listener. I can listen to people , strike a chord with them juz by listening to them. This is what i do to my friends , though not intentionally but i feel , i make a good listener. I have even my clients , who end up talking their personal lives and anguish and suppressed emotions which they wanted to tell someone and find a good ear in me . Mr. Agony Aunt ?!!!   Agony Uncle ?!!!!

I remember small things in life : This is something funny , if people who knew me in real life would read coz i hav a legendary bad memory !!!! I zimply forget things , faces , people and my brain really seems to be lacking some vital cell that influence memory  but the other irony is that i remember small things in life which is not worth remembering …. which usually people would forget . Sometimes this residual memory gets flashed up wen am talking to my frens and i would recollect them the incidence .. It might be something very silly or simple things that had happend in their life which tey themselves would hav forgot but when i recollect it , they would be taken back by pleasant surprise !!!! I think everyone should remember small small things in life a bit that happend in our frens life and when we recollect it to them they simply seems to love it more than any other major memories !!!!!

Well , vidhya to my knowledge this is what i did to invite the deadly wrath  ..If anything else flashed in mind i will write it later  thats all my legendary memory and grey cells could think of now ..

Bye all for now . Take care . Have a lovely day !!!!

What is Common between Onida and me ?! well , its Owner’s Pride , Neighbour’s envy

This is what happened : 3 of my good fren’s boy frens are juz unable to stand me .

They have throwed all kind of tantrums … fought with them that they shouldnt talk to me .. infact went to the stupid extend of asking them ” am i important or Raj for u ” I wonder what did i do to invite such a deadly wrath against me .. Infact one guy had asked his gf to delete my num from her mobile and change the sim I kno love is blind .. is love brainless too this days . I kno ofcourse , people feel possesive but Do i deserve such hatred ?!!

But One big relief all three live in different cities , so am saved from geting thrashed blue , white , yellow and poor me saved from designing my bandage cloth

All my 3 frens ( Charlie’s angels ) stoutly told their Bf ‘ s tat they cant sever a good relation coz of their stupid unwarranted jealousy.

Friends Pride , Boy fren’s Envy >>>> Vicky the new devil

What is in a name ?!!! Well , there is a big story behind my name ?!!! I duno if its quiet intresting to share with u all but am definitely going to bug u all with the story - the story of my name

So lets go back into a flash back :

One fine afternoon , my parents expected a baby gal , they wished for a baby gal ! .. The nurse brought the new born baby , my dad lifted the soft cloth covering the baby .. Voila ! that was me ! but one X chromosome was replaced by Y chromosome and here i was a baby boy !!!!!! Cute litle bundle of joy ! boy joy ! Well , i was cute like all babies lol

Ok , here came the confusion for my parents . Tey strongly believd that i would be a gal and have thought of naming me Lavanya !!!!! but What to name me now ?! I think tey wer still in the gal child hangover , that tey finally named me LAKSHMI RAJAN !!!! Some gal solace for tem finally !!!! And they called me Vignesh / Vicky at home !!! So i ended up wit lots of names : Lakshmi , Rajan , Raj , Vignesh , Vicky , Viks .. Only people didnt call me wit any numbers yet !!

Having the name Lakshmi Rajan , is quiet an experience though !!! Many a times i was able to note the shock expression on people’s face when they meet me first time , all the while hopign to see a Female !!!!! Once in a bank , when i was waiting for my passbook and when the counter guy called Lakshmi Rajan , I found one lady and me trying to get a hand on the passbook and the lady giving me a annoyed look and telling me ” Mister, he called my name ” and i said no its my passbook . And then i hav to tell her my name story and then she gives a warm smile and says her name is Lakshmi and her husband name Rajan .. And then i have to tell her my full name itself is Lakshmi Rajan and no no Lakshmi is not my wife’s name and am single !!!

I love my name now for all the comic incidence it gets me into !!!!

So its juz not name but its all in the name !!!!! atleast for me !!!!

Take care . Bug u more later.

This post is long due , ever since i read Divy’s post about herself , i wanted to write this but then as they say everything has its own time , moment and place , today is the moment to pen err type down my history , geography and psychology

Well , i wore this body shirt ( Influence of Hindu reincarnation theory ) and was born in the down south, deep south infact the tip of India - Kanyakumari !!! ( Vidya now tat explains how i wrote Tamil in ur guest book ) Well , my tamil is confusing ofcourse for many people coz its a mix of malayalam and tamil .. So thats sum my geography and language .. I grew up .. I wanted to be a scientist at one stage .. wanted to be a poet at one stage used to scribble a lot hoping to be a Wordsworth or Keates one day !!! Wen i was in high school mom , sweet mom , wanted me to be a doctor like all my cousins who are either docs or enggs but me n my elder bro never attempted even a small bit to fulfill my mom’s wish . Ya , forgot to say , i have one elder bro !!! Such a sweet guy who was always at my receiving end of all the missiles i threw on him in our childhood fights . He is married and got a cute 8 year old daughter , Shevani !! i love her lots !!! Well , back about me , So i finished my schoolings … was finishing my BBA .. Life was going smooth in the beautiful land of Kanyakumari with its beaches and dense forests .. One fine day , i decided i would go to bangalore. When i think about it , i am not able to recollect now , what made me to go Bangalore and join Fashion designing .. To be frank , all through my childhood , i think i had the worst taste for clothing myself never paid any attention for my dressing . Only hint of Fashion gene in me is that my mom used to ask my opinion whenever she selects her sari .. But here i was in bangalore !!! And found myself enrolled in a Fashion designing course !!!! 30 people in the class !! and all seemed studious except me .. I never bothered to write the exams and everyone must have wondered why did i join FD .. but miracle of miracle !! When the course ended and after one year , i was the only one in the 30 to pursue FD !!!!!! Rest all chose different careers ! May be they where wiser in their decissions but here i am Mr.Fashion Designer !!! To be Frank , i would hate to be called fashion designer , i would rather like people call me an Artist !!! Artist sums up the perfect me - Creative ( i feel i am bit creative) , Lazy , Day dreamer , Idlistic .. am picture perfect Artist of Victorian age , who all died penniless

My days in Bangalore taught me a lot n still teaches me .. Taught me how it is to manage living alone .. how to manage with budgeted days when we frens used to manage whole day even with 5 Rs or nothing even after spending all the money in hand the previous day .. Taught me a lot of naughty things .. Taught me the heart breaks .. Taught me different psychological aspects of people .. taught me how it is living alone .. Taught me how to bond with others .. Taught me LIFE away from the safe cocoon of the parents ! I think it made me MAN ! Now here i am with my own design studio .. well i may not be a known name yet but with the dream in the eyes of making my big dreams come true and lazily in my own pace reaching my dreams .. When i write about me , i think of the one whom i loved a lot and who failed me a lot n crash landed me .. mmm .. well that is also life .. The Wheel of life has to move till the final breathe !!!! So i am moving ahead taking life as it is …

Thats it for now …