On a cold Friday afternoon

A water drop departs a green leaf and lands in to the streaming river.

Serene.

The sun glides its way across the sky in the morning, as morning dew draws a mist on your window.

The creation.

The rain leaves a trail of wet leaves on the pavement,

With a cup of coffee and a blanket, you watching it, still.

Indulgence.

The wind blows your curtains away, stripping your world and adjoining it with a world you can’t see.

Submission.

You emerging from shallow seabed, the sea strewn in front you,

Sparks of the sun coveting an endless horizon.

Curiousity.

A meteor races its tails in a momentary glimpse, the stars left minutely blinking,

Like a call from somewhere beyond everything.

Amazement.

Dusk, with it’s confusion of colors,

Like a sun spreading its arms wide to bide a goodbye,

Beyond comprehension.

The moon,

Saying a glittering faint hallo in the night,

Dark facades on the corners evoking a desire to know more.

Helpless.

A storm brewing, the dark clouds gather to create lines of connection to earth,

You need to hide,

But the clouds erode that fear.

Illusion.

Like someone turning on a light beyond the clouds,

Thunder.

A sign of warning.

The universe’s language.

You yearn to learn.

She smiles, eyes closed,

arms reaching to hug instinctively.

Love.

Beyond description.

Now in Chennai,

hands on a keyboard,

He knows what I’m writing about.

What I’m feeling about.

What I mean.

As his fingers strike a note, and his voice hums a note.

It’s all obscure, you do not know where its coming from,

but it flows through your veins,

It purifies you, nourishes you,

makes you a new man every moment.

Is it the hand of God? You do not know.

But your hands play.

It’s a gift.

Not a gift of Oscars, but a gift of feeling connected.

Connected with the real orchestrator of all these opulent designs.

Your hands on that keyboard is your gift,

My hands typing this out here is my gift.

All the miles apart,

We live in the same world,

I know what drives you, as it drives me too.

But you have travelled the path before me.

Thus I look upon the mountain peak.

Humility.

And I know I will get there, to join you.

Dreams.

The best thing of them all.

Ram Anand. 2010.

Dedicated for AR Rahman.

The Journey Begins.

Hi everyone,

This is the first post and although I have plenty of content that I wish I can just dump into the vortex of this site right now and let you pore over them, I have something to say (write) my heart out.

But of course this is the starting of something special and I need to share how, where and who made this all happen. My extended thank you to Fhonsekha Subramaniam- who not only initiated this idea, but also took care of the hosting and domain (since I know nuts about how to actually construct an Internet website), and every logistic involved so that I could do what I do best from my type-at-your-will comfort of my keyboard.

Also there is Rathimaithily, (Ok, easier for you to see- Rathi Maithily) who came up with the title- Thou art So Beautiful. Part of the description that you read in the page about the website is also an idea from her-so you know how much easier my work was end of the day.

But hey, I guess that’s where live brings you first when you pursue your dreams honestly- you find that there are more than a few people who want you to succeed honestly, without any malicious intent, and would even go that extra mile to do what they can to inspire and help you up.

I have to say this because for the larger part of my journey up until now, loneliness is a feeling that I have acquainted with a great deal. There were times when it felt I was fighting a battle all by myself; that I had to swallow my miseries and joy all within myself.

But now when I look back, I know now I’m at the most important phase in my efforts to touch that glistening trophy laden somewhere beyond the silhouettes of beautiful mountains- but I also do know that at such an important time- I’m not alone anymore.

This website is the proof of that. I couldn’t have done this alone, nor even thought of it, or dared about committing into it. I know now I have genuine people with genuine interest in my success who are by my side.

I do not know how to sum up this site if you are still looking for an objective explanation. I mean, is life objective by any length? Do we have all the A,B,C,D answers for it? Do we even know what are the choices and potentials that we can actually have?

Life is subjective, so that is what this site is all about- it celebrates the opaque nature of life, but draws a firm picture of the infinite qualities that define life- love and dreams.

Let me tell you one personal thing that always has inspired me. I love dusks- the time of the day when the sun slowly sinks somewhere beyond the sea- and on the process releases a splatter of colors across the sky. There’s yellow, orange, colors beyond definition. If you walk to a common man and ask him what significance they see from dusk, they will tell you it’s going to be night soon. True.

But what about now, this moment, is a beautiful moment? True as well.

What about sitting there and just enjoying the scenery because you really must count your lucky pennies when you manage to come across dusk at its very peak? True.

What about, we’ve had our day, let Mr.Sun go and makes sunflowers rise at the other part of the world, while we enjoy the liberty of the moon? True.

And let me tell you something original- Life, is like dusk. Many of us miss it. How many of you actually even noted dusk? How many of you are even aware dusk is called dusk whereas you do know dawn is called dawn?

Life, like dusk, is about how you view it. How you interpret it. It’s open ended. What you think of it is what you will give it, and that’s how much it’ll give back to you in return.

I choose to see the final truth, the infinite one about it lighting up other lives, and my turn will come again. But the moon is never a bad company. Because it still reflects the sun’s ray upon us. And it is no less beautiful.

Life is NOT about looking at the brighter side of things. That’s a fact.

It is rather about discovering the Beauty beneath everything life offers.  Because when you find that beauty, you are not just convincing or telling yourself to choose a reality anymore. Beauty, as you know it, doesn’t have a dark side.

So, discover the beauties, shall we, my fellow travelers?