WHY?...the echo doesn't seem to work in the mechano-world

Friends...
                                       are those who are alwayz round the corner whenever a thought crosses your mind...are those with whom you share everything from those crazy little thoughts to those endless scoops of ice-creams had over the world's most senseless discussions...are those that you'd love to tease the most, just to sit back and watch their funny expressions...are those with whom you've heated arguments for the most meager things and then laugh out as if nothing ever went awry...


Or is it?...


Thanks to the highly mechanized world, friends are just sweet past memories today...
No longer do they find time to hangout or have fun and interact with each other. They only stand up for us when we are in the most turbulent of times...but what about sharing precious moments of the present having the time of our lives together? Do we have to fore-go all the euphoria for the sake of the this highly mechanical lives that we 'live'...sorry 'lead' today?


Friends today grow apart too easily...not that they don't care for each other but that they're too 'busy' to show their caress...coz they reason out that their mechanical lifestyles have hardly left any time for themselves let alone their friends...This is the reason that we never seem to get a call from our friends most of the times...
So how are we supposed to feel when our call isn't returned?...or they don't echo the feelings that we have for them...?

       They say, "A Friend walks in when the rest of the World walks out of your life"...

So Do we have to wait for the whole world to walk out on us now?...to catch a precious moment with our friends?...coz they don't seem to respond otherwise...

BALA BANDHU DR.B.A.REDDY

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. 

                                          -Aristotle

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It's not everyday that we come across eminent personalities like Dr.B.A.Reddy who are benevolent, successful, skilled at their art and above all have a great lot of immaterial achievements to their name...

And I happen to be one such lucky person who accidentally, but fortunately got an opportunity to spend a few of my childhood years with him. Born in 1940, at Pammuru, krishna district, he graduated from the Agra University and obtained a Diploma in Arts Course from the Government of Andhra Pradesh. He has won several awards for his paintings and graphics from places all over the World...A few of his paintings adorn the walls of the same room of the Salarjung Museum as those of Ravi Varma, M.F.Hussain and other eminent artists...

For him his art was an outright medium of expression- coarse and brutal. He used it as his tool to combat his helplessness and frustrations against the many social inequalities, atrocities against women and the social injustice everywhere.Most of his works depicted the human misery so unsettling and disturbing that they became his trademark and on many occasions his paintings were compared to that of Kathe Kollwitz...

                                                                       'Of Serfdom'

His painting 'Of Serfdom' and many others are characteristic of his involvement with children- the influence of their cheerfulness on one side and his limitations to move away from being a socially conscious individual,unable to come to terms with the social atrocities of life on the other...A major part of his life has been dedicated to the closest thing to his heart- the world of children and his passion to work with them.

    

Today, he's the President and Founder of the 25 year old art institution: "YOUNG ENVOYS INTERNATIONAL"; an institution which is recognized as one of the best institutions of the World at most of the Global Child Art events. Apart from this the establishment of "Sanskriti", the Rural Art Centre for Children     at Hyderguda village in the year 1993 was a major step which revolutionized the lives and ways of thinking of hundreds of children...thus putting India's name onto the World map in the field of art...

Dr.Reddy writes "Fifty two years have gone by working with children, of that 25 with the village kids"; and further adds that they are the most wonderful years of his life. It is at the "Sanskriti" that the children of potters, carpenters, labourers and masons come together every holiday and Sundays to explore their creativity, most often making a global mark;the children regularly win prizes from Japan, Korea, Finland, Hungary, Poland, Skopje, Slovakia, Russia, Macedonia, Bulgaria, Rome and several other nations.

"In recognition of his work in the field of children's art, Reddy has been awarded the Soviet Land Nehru Award, `The Order of Smile', from Poland. The National Award for teachers, Diplomas of Honor from several countries and several heads of countries. A recipient of numerous awards as an artist and an art educator, including the Junior and Senior Fellowships of the Government of India, B. Appi Reddy who learnt painting, doing little jobs for his teacher in lieu of the fees he could not pay, is most happiest working with colours and in the company of his rural children at `Sanskriti' where art is not treated as a commodity but as the purest form of expression."

                                                                                           - The Hindu

Rama Krishna is a differently abled boy from "Sanskriti", who just wished to set up a telephone booth to earn a living, is now a student of National Institute of Design, an Internationally acclaimed institution and one of utmost priority for an artist...today Dr.Reddy says with a touch of utmost hapiness to his tone "...in a few months he'll get placed as a textile designer or something in a good company..."
Today most of his students have successfully chosen their paths in life and are working as artists, architects, designers, pedagogues and engineers...And if all this inexpressible happiness in watching his wards progress in life isn't the greatest achievement of the art pedagogue, then nothing else is...

THE SERIAL SAGA

"DON'T DISTURB!!!"

If you've got even the weeniest bit of sense you wouldn't disturb someone immersed in a television serial...TV serials have successfully managed to grab not only their viewer's attention but a major part of their lives too...

Though it sounds unbelievable and totally out from the blues, how many times have you asked a person glued to some TV serial, for something AAAND...how many times did you even manage to get what you've asked for?...forget about getting what you want...you'd be the luckiest person on this planet if you weren't at the receiving end of disgusting looks(this is a bit rare coz the eyes are too busy watching...) or much worse a burst of anger??! :-)

If it's a choice BETWEEN:
talkin to your dear one's,
having a merry chat with your family,
and for the record of it...havin lunch/dinner     AND the mighty Television Serial...
Surely, it's the latter that wins most of the times...and what could be the reason?...are...kya bhaath kar rahe ho yaar? hamne tho apne jeevan kaal ka kithna samay in serials ko dhekhne mein laga dhi...ab kya bhojhan khana bhi ithni badi cheez hai?...
    
Most people are still under the illusion that they are just passing their time watching these...when in reality they are giving up their precious time which could be spent to turn their present into a past full of lovely memories about their dear one's...so BEWARE!!

A Journey To The Farthest Distances: Yesterday n Tomorrow

Are you living in the present?


If your answer is yes then you have nothing at all to worry about. But the rest of them fall prey to the mysterious time.


Do you find yourself either idling over the past or worrying about the future? Can you sit for hours on end all alone doing nothing but just thinking? Do you keep regretting over the mistakes of the past?


If your answer to most of the above questions is an inevitable 'yes'...then you are almost close to giving up your life...

                            
 “The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” – Buddha

The past cannot be changed as we have already gone through it...The future is something which hasn't happened yet... both the past and the future are illusions. Only the present is a reality. If you are living in illusions then you are not a part of reality and if you are not a part of reality, then you can never be a part of the future you envision.

Because it is in the reality where you get to put your efforts for a better tomorrow.Procrastination is also an illusion coz tomorrow never comes for the simple reason that it doesn't exist today.

But fortunately, with a little effort everyone can learn to live the present.Always remember that the mind is the only thing that determines where we live: either in the past, present or the future.If the mind seems to get out of your control then try and observe your breath for a while because when you do this you'll know that breath is something that is helping you live the present.It helps you connect with reality.

And finally, it is neither the past nor the future that makes you what you want to be: It is the present. Accept life as it is and you'll appreciate the change you notice in your life.Don't let anything stand in your way to a more successful and happier life...              

Hopeless...n...Helpless...(but y?...)

I've called a few NGO's  but all their numbers seemed to be unreachable...so with a heavy heart when i walked the same street again i din't find him anywhere over there. I can only hope helplessly that he's fine somewhere.

I'm prepared this time...if any such situation confronts me in future...i learned that extending a caring hand with a caring heart and love-filled eyes is the best thing to do...

A Li'l Joy + A Li'l Pain ... n thats LIFE

I enrolled myself for guitar classes at Avanthi Musicals. After many enquiries i found this place to be the best in hyderabad. So last week was my first class...the sir taught me about the seven notes and asked me to practice playing them...it was a bit difficult to memorize those notes but on the whole it was jus fine.

Then i practiced the whole week coz i had to play the saregama's...for the next class...and yesterday was my second class. This time he gave me the notes to a music.It was such a ear-pleasing thing to hear music played by my own hands...but by the end of the class my fingers had that deep pink colour which would have looked cute n beautiful on sum gorgeous dress but definitely not on painful fingers.

Well, those things aside i got more important things to share with you guys. One morning, i was walkin on this street by my house n found to my displeasure, a person curled up on the road. He was in the most terrible state imaginable. His skin was highly infected with some sort of disease. He was lying there by the side of the road. People of the nearby houses gave him something to eat but he needed more than jus food. He needed that caring touch and the personal attention of a doctor. I wanted to do something in order to make him feel happy or even a bit better than what he was that day. But,...(i even hate myself for trying to give a reason for not doin sumthin).

I walked away from being good to someone... i felt terribly guilty for havin behaved so. But i found a way in which i could help him indirectly if not directly... there is a website called karmayog ... here you find the total list of NGO's in India diversified by various things like state, region, the category of the person in need of aid (like children, physically disabled, medical care needed etc...). So i have noted down a few contact numbers from it n i plan to call them up and inform abt this person.

I will let u know what happened once i make the call. But i only request you to make use of the site in case of any such situations. Even though we cannot get ourselves to help a person directly it would be pretty gud to show atleast a bit of humanity in helping them indirectly.

Heartrending words...

"I believe you", I said.
"That's better", she said. "Now would you do me a favour?" From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But i understood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer- by the affirmative nodding of my head- that i would be happy to do her any favour whatsoever.
"Would you please hold me very tight?" she asked. I put my hand on her forearm--Christ,so thin--and gave it a little squeeze.
"No, Oliver", she said, "really hold me. Next to me".
I was very, very careful--of the tubes and things--as i got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her.
"Thanks, Ollie."
Those were her last words.
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"Oliver", said my father urgently, "I want to help."
"Jenny's dead", I told him.
"I'm sorry", he said in a stunned whisper.
Not knowing why, I repeated what I had long ago learned from the beautiful girl now dead.
"Love means not ever having to say you're sorry".

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms.I cried.

Love Story, Erich Segal.