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Its the Chunk that all matters

We were having a discussion on a topic where it involves prime time. People were so good at what they were doing and got succeeded and at some point, it reflected to the public. The public, so called common people, consume its essence, pick it up and start to work on it, to achieve the same level of success and that was their prime time. To focus on one thing, work on them, till you get fulfilled which won’t make you realise what we are really doing these many years. What I'm trying to convey is that people should admire the stuff they do, enjoy the pleasantness it gives when it is fulfilled rather than feeling about their past actions which gives them a disguise. 

I was talking with my wife about this. Every human (from my point of view) has the bad thought that they feel worried about not succeeding. For them, success is not in their timeline. I was telling her that success is a chunk. One should realise it then and there in order to accomplish the passion they are taken in their hand and no matter what the consequence is all about but if a human who has figure out what he wants to do in their life itself is a successful stuff, that this one moment of realisation will keep them in sync till the end. It is a feeling of success now that long last as there is not a threshold where one can achieve and call it a  success, and if one does, then it is not, according to my view. 

It's September 2nd, and tomorrow is our 1st year anniversary. Looking back in these month, I got to know that how we were passionate about our things that we never let it go, that we were constantly work on them parallelly, without sacrificing it at any matter, and with this process, we learnt new stuff from each other that i feel that i’ve already succeeded in this life. And that being said, that doesn't mean that I'm gonna get rid of my passion, and look for a new one to consume the taste of success. It is always a big chunk of passion, where we are constantly working on its branch and at one point of time, the chunk looks majestic yielding fruits and shades and stuff. 

I'm glad that I’m a successful person even though it was not approved by the third person who doesn't know the spelling of my first name. Why should we even care about their opinion? It is the self realisation on these matters and the passion and interest towards the big chunk is all that matters. 

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Nellore, August 3rd 2024.

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Some viz stuff

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Blues groove

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Panruti, Feb 03, 2024

It was early in the morning, waiting at the bus stand, watching over the buses nameboards that might look interesting to travel for the day. Whenever i travel via panruti and vadalur route, the under construction road work was still incomplete for the past three plus years. And this time, it was still under construction. At the junction where it beams out the clock tower and the arch, that always looks familiar to me as I visited the same place a year back, roamed the street, had a dinner over the corner food stall and went to the next town concluding that there was nothing to see. And this time, I went to the bus stand, photographed people and stuff and got settled into a bus that was destined to Pillaiyarkuppam. Before the next sequel, I would like to jot an interesting incident that happened at the junction where the clock tower was beaming high and the arch. The old man selling tender coconut was in conversation with another fella where in his last night was ruined by three rats, where he threw away two rats and with vengeance, he twisted the last rat's head and body and with the struggle, the rat bites the index finger and left the world and died. He was seeking medical guidance and the fella responded  to find a drumstick tree and bite them. He nodded and probably he was on his way to do that now. Coming back to the Pillaiyarkuppan bus, it was filled quickly by the school people demanding their routine seat and it was given back to them. I jumped to the next bus standing parallel to it and its name board is Kedilam. Boarded. I was sitting in the window seat. Watching over the scenarios and stuff and photographing some. 

At Kedilam, it was a cross road, intersected with the national highway 45. At the bus stop, there are 7 men doing nothing, killing their boredom by watching the passers and stuff and few scrolling their mobile phone to speak to someone. Infront a flower shop was installed and a cat is sitting next to the owner where it was vibing cooling over there. I photographed them. Passed the subway and it held a small temple, a garland shop, and a tiny tiffin shop. They were quarrelling among themself to some stuff. 

At Villupuram, at 12 in the noon, the book fair speech is being echoed in the town centre. By hearing it, I just realised that it is more of public speaking than the content and stuff. Inside the book fair, it was a simple one, not many shops had been installed there, but I bought three books. They were  Tamil novels. While returning to maruvathur, was reading Vaadivasal, a short novel. Near me was a guy who was having a group call, troubling other peoples life in the name of solving the issue. It is better to cross those stff early in the age.

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It is said that if you have anus, don’t laugh at neighbours fart. It is an African proverb. I always admire the African way. They were straight to the point in simple terms. Just like the Chinese or Japanese way. Not sure from where i came to conclusion.  The truth may be different, but with the information and prejudice I had on them, from the inputs of browsing and stuff, this is what it felt, that they were straight to the point and simple in terms. 

I remember those stuff from Things Fall Apart. It was a short read and told how the colonisation just ruined the tribal stuff and its root and its branch. 

The day was dull. The intention was to sleep till 12 in the afternoon, but got up around 10 and was struggling between taking rest or to do the work. Connected to work post lunch and nothing much was there to do today. Cleaned the room and wrote some todos and stacked them on the wall in front of the study table. Yesterday was my sister's wedding. It was fun for her but not for me. The concept of reception on the day before the wedding event is one of the worst things that I came across recently. It is just a pre wedding photoshoot with people and relatives. And for that, a bunch of money was spent and nothing made sense at all. Maybe some people get excited from it, but it is surely not for me stuff. And the marriage too went smoothly. No it was not. It was a mixed marriage and it was kept secret from long distance relatives. But when the marriage ceremony is about to happen, the iyer echo the names of the bride and grooms parents name with the caste and boom, all that was kept as a secret blasted and the stunned people were unspoken and blunt and dull and confused and the doubt that was there inside them, now resulted to be true and they were excited about their finding as well as the shockness it just impacted. And I was the one among the happiest people out there. That it got revealed easily without any effort or energy. And I liked the caste system for the first time ever in my life. I was happy. We went home, slept nicely and returned back to the wedding hall. We met the next marriage gang and we joined them and had our lunch. The butter milk saved the noon. 

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January 14, 2024. I was reading a book last week and it is about getting rich. Thought it would focus mainly on how to get rich in an academic way. But it was nicely put in the context of two perspectives, of one who gets pleasure in not earning money, and the other by earning it. It was telling the basic realisation of how people blindly earn money, yet they were not aware of their target audience without whom the stability of the economy is imbalanced. I'm not an economist or an expert in money and stuff. I've worked for seven years and saved none. Invested none. What is poor ? 

On googling, the definition would be follows: 

Not having enough money to have a comfortable life.

Comfortable life ? It varies for each person. If I enquire about this to a person he would say, he needs that, needs this and stuff. Some will say that I'm already living a comfortable life. And if you dig deep on the person who is already living a comfortable life, he would be telling you that he had achieved a stable lifestyle, that the money which it requires is enough to get it done. The lifestyle is started from scratch and it was his own that it was never referred to. His satisfied life is defined to be a comfortable life. If you dig deep on the person who is seeking a comfortable life, he might be seeking this for more than 10 years, unsatisfied, and set more stuff to the comfortable life. I’m not blaming them, if they have more money, if they are enhancing their lifestyle, it is well and good. The idea is to realise whether people have a comfortable life or not by thinking themself and identifying it and then to prepare, rather than copying or getting reference from the next person. It is his lifestyle we are going to live or setting to proceed in future. It is purely within, self and genuine that it has been treated in such a way, that serving a money to it can be stopped, if it is achieved and non further stuff added to the comfortable life. The comfortable life which we are talking about is all about the long term, but not short. 

Jan 15, 2024. How to live a comfortable life ? 

It is on a general term, just analysing self, finding out what need by delete the existing one, thinking purely on self and truth to one self, and set them as a target and work on it to achieve. Humans lack satisfaction. The lifestyle, that the business people is mainly on this, saying never settle, and keep on work and earn money and hand over it to them, that they spend for leisure purpose. It is not for making rich people to live leisurely but to work on self, to identify the comfortness, which makes the time and energy utilise it properly. If it take one hour on a bus to reach a destination with the amount of 10 rupees, it is a comfortable stuff to give 100 for an auto and reach the destination in half hour. For this comfortness, extra money required. One skips this and directly buys a car without knowing that his comfortness is achieved. The difference here is, one thinks on self and decides and does. The other just copy paste stuff, because the rich do stuff like that. 

It is as easy as it says. If no money is required to live a comfortable life that the self speaks inside, then there won’t be any concept of money or economy or investment or income and stuff. When it comes to work, it is just a process that a man likes to do if the comfortable life is achieved. He won’t be working to earn money. 

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Friday. Created an account in chat gpt, a popular AI chat based bot where I google how to write non fiction books and stuff. The topic that was in my mind was how to be a poor man. Currently, I was reading Rich dad and poor dad, and from there I got the inspiration to do some analysis on writing some stuff on this. But it wasn’t easy. Nothing comes to my mind. As I was scrolling through the web, I came across Sylvia Plath, the author and now it is urging me to read the bell jar novel. The one hundred years of solitude was more confusing than expected. With the stuff piling up on my writing table, the artist's mind was firing inside some stuff. But there is a lot of stuff on the plate to eat. 

Two movies are done. The salesman and The man without the past. I liked the second one. It was subtle and delivered it nicely. How beautiful if stuff were of simple

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everything had become so cheap and stuff

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It was a short and nice read, The pearl by John Steinbeck.

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Cat's reflection

It is of all of sudden, the place that was expected not be seen, was seen, and upon continuing, without the white guiding line, it looked like it was an abyss, without an end, and some patch on the side revealted, it got end and the mist was spread all over the places, making dull everywhere and the peacock chocking and cock cooing and dogs barking and the corner tea shop start making coffees and the sunday morning was slowing starting off with the expectation of crowd that to gather and the gang waiting to get paid with the information and the contact they hold within the authority was succeeded at the end by providing the information as well the implementation of stuff and it was some baggers on the street, so called saint, was also in contact with them and they too got paid with the stuff saying it was not supposed to take outside and everything has to be within the premises and it was done as said and at out, there was a discussion of elite group, asking question and stuff to the quality of information the gang had, and with half hesitation, they moved to follow those again till the saint got his stuff. 

The cat that was waiting there to catch the bird was seen by the dog searching for the cat, and he climbed on top of the roof, safe and secure and staring at the dog's inability and vibing with it. It was the pond nearby, that reflecting this scene in blurred and the highway hold the parked car on both side, caused traffic jam, raised conflict and chaos, ignored and scene was into the garden of plants and stuff where the fella holding his tobacco, stuffing in his mouth and starting ploughing the fella and making comments to the women that were entering the place for their daily work. 

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Snake on the road

It was such a bothersome thing that it kept coming back to the head and waiting for its right time to let it out and thus become free from its prison so called in some terms by itself. It felt like a feather and easy upon the reveal. Everyting, the stuff that was trembling on the earth, or road, with the wind and dust and the rays of sun reflect on them, to resemble like a snake, but on releasing it was a dried palm leaves, the disappointment of the thought that was not true, was put back and moved further and watching over the direction of right and left to get distract from the odd feeling and it was with the same expectation that it must be a snake this time, and with the expectation to get disappointment, it was to the surprise, turns out to the real snake of adult one, flying on the tar, seeking for heat and stuff, and caught under the bus, that was painted red, hiding in between the tire gap for safeguard, and it was wrapped up, the scene, without reveal of what had happened to the snake that was settling there assuming it would be the safe one.

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HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR

The tress that was panned and revealed the rivers and stuff and the movies is the package of documentaries of the historical Hiroshima bombing and how the post war protest against it. The revelation of suffering and pain from the past is beautifully crafted and delivered. It was the finger that played all through the film and told its story. The ever blinking of Japanese shop banner lights tell the parallel story of the city.