This young boy walked towards the small temple, one of those single-godded ones at the corner of streets. I was on the bus on my way to office and the bus stopped at a red signal when a saw this small kid. He walked to the shrine and respectfully removed his footwear. I was impressed by the little boy's religious bent of mind, bending at this supple age. Hold it, I was misled. He was checking his hair-do on the mirror in front of Ganeshji's idol! Kudos kid!

God bless the guy who made the headphones (incidentally it is John Koss, along with partner Martin Lange. Earphones were originally called "private listening units".). The effects are awesome. And hey thanks to those guys who get the FM going. They are amazing. Coming back to earphones, they tranport you to a world of ur own. I love the music on my headphones when I'm biking back home from office, en la style of Maddy in Manirathnam's blockbuster movie "Alaipayuthe" ("en la style" is French for "in the style").

My bike seems to understand the beats too. Its swirls and moves along with the beats especially with the latest catchy one "Uyirin Uyire" from Gautham Menon's "Kaakka Kaaka". Pretty good music I should say. It rocks. This swirling of my bike with the harmony of the music on my ears reminds me of the musical fountains.

I have read somewhere that Angels speak to a man in solitude. Did they mean the voice from within that you have to listen to when you are all alone ( for the simple reason that there is nobody else around and you'll go crazy if you dont talk! ).

Jokes apart, this loneliness is a timeless companion, seeking to speak to you at the raring moments of your life, moments when all that matters are a couple of words, soothing, appeasing and molllifying, moments when the joy you behold is beyond what you can express, describe and share, moments when the wise man in you plays the objective critic while surveying the vicissitudes in life, moments of revelations when miracles and magical flashes seem mundane, moments when you are forced to acquiesce and accept passively what is ordained upon you, moments when you are possessed with the courage and strength of a thousand elephants, moments when your heart is filled with gratitude and the lips part to mutter the hymn "Now thank we all our Gods with hearts and hands and voices.."..

What does this voice in all its benevolence say ? When is this voice crystal clear and when is it slurred ? And how many times to do we really listen to this voice when we hear it clear ? Do we strain our ears to hear it clear when its not ?

Inspiration. This is one subject thats set me thinking about it so much. No, no. Am are not talking about music composers who create their works (Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V) inspired by fellow composers. And no, am not talking about the 99% perspiration stuff either. I am just trying to unveil the emotion behind this noun. I am just trying to understand how one human can influence another, how nature can spur man to explore, discover, innovate and invent, how unseen forces can spark human beings to scale otherwise unthinkable heights. Simple words are inspirational too.
Now if someone were to ask me what induced me to start a blog of my own, I would say its because of a couple of FM DJs, a few fellow bloggers and the English language (can't resist myself from deviating from a serious topic).

Longfellow's words still ring in my ears inspiringly -

Lives of great men all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime.
And, departing, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal.
Dust, thou art to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.