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You want to know how you can get a status of Certified Blogger. Wonder how a blogger can be classified as Certified or not? Key to the question can be derived from the below conversation of a group of OMR Cousins. Have you started wondering who they are I can tell you it is most simple. Group of people who are related personally, who communicate through mails/chats/mobile though being on the same stretch of a road while they share code snippets occasionally but forwards regularly and draw out plans for their monthly day out sorry monthly evening out through the above referred means of communication.

It was once during such an evening out that I acquired the gyan of how one can transform to a CERTIFIED BLOGGER! Let us assume it was a group of 6 people rads, sow, vas, srivi, rags and rams! On a pleasant Friday evening (should be right its weekend buddy) all 5 of us got to meet in a chat shop following the typical custom of tasting (!!!!) other’s order first rather than yours.

While everyone was busy pursuing the fight between their respective hand and mouth, sow suggested we got to do something innovative for our kutti cousin’s (thought they are in college we feel they are still young) bday celebrations during the annual family meet. And the crux of the conversation was,

Sow: hey people we got to do something different people rather than the usual cake, cream make up, gifts stuff.

Rags: hey sow, do you then plan to drop the cake idea this time?? I bet it is the funniest part, how nice to see our younger cousins having a nice makeover with that.

Srivi: Rags, we both had a chat yesterday its when we thought we will some think more interesting apart from the usual chattar-battar.

I chipped in to play my part, “I have an idea. Why don’t we have something like a dumb c where we mimic like a person and when the group identifies who it is, we can send him/her on to the stage. Would be total fun. Our Bada people can also join in.

Rads: hey yeah that sounds good. Can we have something else like say we use some pictures drawn to identify the person?

Vas: People why go for hard copies yaar lets try to have a Presentation. See I am not the typical BA guy here

Sow: Why u give a disclaimer vas? You sound so everywhere. But I should say it’s a nice idea too. (Smirk).

Rads: Hmm yeah I have a plan! You see rams is into blogging these days and she says she wanted to pursue it seriously. So we can have her write few lines about a person and have them on to a presentation. Once the group who it is, we can invite him/her on to the stage.

Seriously tasting my Aloo paratha I never realized that I was being dragged on to this. Seeing the puzzled look on my face my BA cousin chipped in to convince me.”I seriously feel rads idea is cool. You have been blogging for quite some time and I have never seen a poem posted in your page (not sure if he had read my blog either once but I believe his management skills helped him concluding things here :P). Why don’t you try one for this reason? It is a win-win situation. You get a post for your blog and a novel idea for our celebration. As a hidden benefit you earn the status of a Certified Blogger. The Logic is straight here, you need to have atleast a story and a poem hosted in your blog and so when you have this posted, you earn the status don’t you??”

Following his explanation a round cheer was in vas’s favor and to ensure I work on my task a cheer was in my favor too: D. Hence was coined a new term “Certified Blogger”. Below are the 4 different sets of lines on each of our kutti cousins I presented from my side. Seed is sown so watch out guys you might experience reading posts with verses tagged as poem not bothering if qualify to be so

Damsels
She is sweetly called Krits
Coz she is sharp at her wits
She might appear laid back
But she never faces set back
As you get to meet (her)
You realize she is a budding poet!!

She resembles an actress
Truly at heart a real princess
She is good at art, making
Pieces which steals your heart
As she goes her way
Everyone be happy merrily her lips pray!!

She is a Cute damsel
Talking to her jubilance is what you feel
Gracious is her dance
Impresses you at first instance
Befriends you with her sweet temperament
Smile stuck to her face is permanent!!

She is our Little Pony
Who could bet Dhoni
Though not Physically
But of Course Athletically
Up the Air she Soars
Cheered by ecstatic roars!!

Love lost

I was forced to take it . I had no choice but to down this drug .
I was freely roaming as something which was yet to be created , As this force of attraction between my parents before they met . As their longings I must have been wandering . I was quite shapeless and formless and without awareness to know who I really am . Yet I was concieved to be formed by taking this new and experimental drug called life .

Government who administered this drug to me , was the community of parents , of my parents , families societies , States and nations , all believed in one thing and only one thing , procreation . Production of life from life was the purpose of life it seems . My disease was correctly diagnosed by the witch Doctors of Trivandrum thycaud medical college as this strange disease , this unwillingness to be born . With the blessings of conjugation , my freedom was eternally bound and curtailed . Thus I became a will power bound by human body .

It was a blinding nine months in the womb of the one who was willing to give birth to my slavery . From a mandatory numb sleep for nine months after I was bound by life . I was born again , amidst rich and meaningless celebration . Dec 19 of 1983 midnight , in an ambulance on the way to hospital , I was forced to say hi to air , and elements of life . Bacteria and smile of strangers infested my body with thousand pains that I never remembered . But I remembred one thing , I cried , so did mom and dad , We all cried for different reasons

I cried to see so much confusions . Confusions , and more confusions. I guess only thing which was nourished by breast milk has been my confusions. Mother knows best , She must have known my confusions. They sent me to somewhere , where they taught symbols , numbers , science , morality , and mathematics. Symbols added a system to grow my confusions .
Before I knew I was confused and was searching for answers to my confusions , Newer drugs were put on my system , Hormones , feelings , bombardment of one thousand emotions , Love , Crush , Infatuations , Attraction . For each action there is an equal and opposite love failure . Attraction for individuals of opposite sex enslaved me further to this chain reaction of slavery . Brutally addicted to life along with intoxicants !

I lived like a slave and a stranger in my very own body , Funny , that people found me sane too . May be all are insane like me . So I was sane compared to them . Insane compared to absolutes !
Einstein , the holy grail of all insanities administered atom bomb for the insanity which infested humanity like darkness. So they bombed Hiroshima and Nagasaki . So what I lived to see all this . To remember all this . To laugh at all this and what happened in the past too . So Will I live . Be born to life and its longing to enslave freedom in a human body ..

Oh brothers and sisters of human body , human mind , know this .. That we are eternal freedom bound by human frame , Human mind and The most subtle slavery of all the human soul . We are none of this ..We are that which is lost when defined . Yet I claim with all the knowledge of my foolishness when I say this . That we are this awareness that we are ! :)

Dedicated to Sheni , the one I love with all purity and heart ! this is for you buddy !

Blind school

In my life ..I like to believe that I never rate anything . There is no such person in your life as a best friend . But several best friends . On Sunday morning , I was woken up from a usual IT professional style more than full day sleep by my thoughts of sharing that day differently with a few friends of mine ..The ones I have yet to meet . I had always felt ..How to put this ..you see I have always felt BLIND . The world was just a perception from one point ..My point . The rest of them , People in my life ,Mothers ,fathers ,prospective girlfriends and auto drivers .. I just could not read their mind . And due to continous exposure to communist thought I was virtually insensitive to people with faith religion and romance . And being blind , I really was not able connect to people .Their sense ..their weird sense of belonging and clingings to the things of the world . I was practically blind to what was happening inside of the combustion chamber of my bike ..As for Tamil Cinema ..I really did wish I was blind and Deaf ! and dead !
To welcome me and to take me to this place was two of the most beautiful woman god made after world war II ,It was Dharmalakshmi and Shiney (I m confused with Shiney , I am sure her name ) They were so very beautiful that they were KIND . and compassionate . A quality which is rarely seen in sleepwalkers that we have in … forget it ..I am blind to people !! Aaahh..Traffic ..the mind numbing traffic . hours ..and hours of crawling took us almost fourty five minutes to reach a five kilometer distance (weak in maths too I am ) Shiney was brilliant ..and kind , strong with numbers (they paid for the bus ticket you see )
Awaiting me was Saravanan , A visually ..lets just say a differently abled man .He was blind to the rays of light which were showing sensation which we interpret as light ..Sight ! But he was able to see ..with his ears . He welcomed me with a warm smile . The one which I had only seen in my dreams about god ! I was at T Nagar . In a school for a reading organised by Sai foundation for My differently abled friends . They were calling me SIR . It was not offending ,yet I felt that I needed and deserved no respect as to call me SIR . I thanked cognizant for banishing the practice of calling our superiors as SIR . It felt so wierd when Sai was asking us all to adress our superiors in organization by their name .But as my association with cognizant grew , I knew that it was instrumental in a barrierless communication without any colonial hangover . I asked him to call me Anna atleast . Brother I was to him . He was very eager to learn . I had only read in books …Abraham lincon .. who studied under the street lights .But that guy atleast had eyes which showed him letters .My dear Abrham lincoln ..He needed a sunday moron like me to help him read what he wanted to study . yet he called me SIR , and Anna .
So many people turned out that day at that place .Beautiful people , briliant , bright and compassionate .They were not beautiful because they resembled Shah rukh Khan or Amrita Arora . They were beautiful because ..when they smiled you could read their love for life .Their struggles . I wished there was a god . I prayed that day for god to exist ,I have been an atheist for the last few years of life , yet that day I prayed that a god existed , I god who loved people .All those people who needed love . You see the physically beautiful people ..they did not need god to love them .Already enough people and Paparazzi love them , But these brothers and sisters of mine .They needed love and a moron like me to read them their lessons .
And they needed not because they were blind , They needed because we , the people who could read with letters seen when reflected by light became a majority .Imagine a world where ninty percent of the people were blind , What would you do if all literature was ..say in braille .No literature or learning in printed papers .Only in Briallle .Then you and I ..I mean those who read this without aid of a reader ..then we would need a person well versed in Braille to help you read their literature to us .
I thanked all very deeply ..For helping me helping them .For making me realise how I was abusing what prescious gift ..god has given us .The eye sight .We always abuse it .By over working , by seeing what is not supposed to be seen .Tamil movies ! Pictures/movies with people in compromising situations .
I also thank three people who came along with me and become my very best friends
DharmaLakshmi
Shiney
Ayyappan
Thank you guys ..Also Saravanan ..who was my Thambi (bro) for that day
Finally All you guys for gracing my words by reading it ! 9003225583 well that is my no. if you are interested in joining me and helping me help yourself ! Any my differently abled friends

Avenues of Kottarakara

Please do read this at your own risk .. As suggested by Roy who seems to think Disclaimer should be put before reader get a chance to go through the content .This is not an intelligent blog ! I would not claim that it is beautiful either ! Yet I had to write ..Just to get it out of my head !
Recently I had a conversation with a friend of mine who incidently happened to be female . Usually I have very few female friends .They usually tend to be very offended by my very poor and unimaginative jokes and also the taste of movie and music . And yeah some do persist only due to their temprement which rival that of saints .
Unintentionally our conversation strayed into morality .She was worried to call herself a mallu seeing how her roommates were leading a life devoid of any sense of morality .They apparently came very late at night and had at times not come at all .She sounded like my grandmother in her moral lessons that she gave me that day . And her preference of Groom she said has to be a city dweller or some one who is used to city life.She said she had many friends and she would expect her husband to understand her friendship with these guys (No ironies ..sarcasm here please )
I was reminded of two people .One was Fredrich Netieshe .He was a german Philosopher .He strictly advocated a life questioning all diktats of morality .He questioned and made fun of all of our hypocritic moral and religious outlook of life . Is our love for an individual compromised to any extent just because we are with another individual . Does love demand that we be confining all our imagination,love and life with only the person we claim we are in love with .
He claimed that faithfullness was only a crude tool for sexual selection . You see tigers and lions .They have territory . They usually mate with a lioness and mark their territory with their piss .If another Lion happened to trespass into his territory he had to fight and establish . They defended their territory with claws and life .And if the other lion has won the fight , he would first kill the children of the previous lion . It was a cruel reality of feline social life . But it was a good evolutionary tool for these panthers .This ensured that only the strongest reproduced and passed on their genetic traits to the next generation . This ensured that the next generation of cubs had he strongest genes and their chances of survival was ensured by genetic superiority .
We humans ..our jealously .our possesiveness of things ..friends ..lovers .Marriage .Fidelity and very unfortunately our concept of love too is deeply rooted in this territorial pissings . We too would feel infuriated when our lovers ,friends ,wife , of the opposite sex had a relationship with another human/computer/internet friend what not !! We had fought world wars and killed several lives and ravaged civilizations itself in a feeling rooted in this territorial pissings .We felt jealous and insecure if our neighbours built nuclear weapons .We bombed their city and deprived mothers of their sons and joys just to have enough fossil fuels to foster our sense of well being .We felt jealous of all devloping countries which were advancing on the streets of capitalism . We called them a threat to national security . You see we close our eyes to all these injustices and brainlessness and call ourselves the most advances creatures with intelligence . Nietizhe questioned these very moral triats of ours and proposed free living ..Free living with all its perks and pangs .Do we really need this tools of sexual selection in among us humans with age of internet blogging.We already have enough population .People only think in terms of marriage . trust me Humans will outlive bacterias and dust too . We are now social beings .We need to ensure collective survival of a race ..not individual .We are intelligent enough to ensure that we survive without need to fight with claws and life !We could live as a collective family .Poly family ..A commune .Where sexuality is not exloited as a tool of evolution .Where an entire human life and his incredible intelligence is not wasted thinking about raising a family ..Kids ! Where humans supported each others feelings and cherished this human life they are endowed with .Where no one owned anything individually .Where everything and anything was shared and used for collective human growth . Where people did not own anything and was not owned by anything ..Devoid of religion .Devoid of nations .Living life .Enjoying some sixty odd years that we are gifted with .Without any worries . Where we cherish our planet earth .Where we would discover and marvel our forefathers .and one fine day die a life with feeling of having seen a rock show !
Another charector which she reminded me that day was the Charector of wife in the movie unfaithful . She was a liberated woman .with a really loving husband (Richard gere )Somehow mid life crisis drives her to a lover half her age .They have this affair running .And one fine day she finds her lover with another woman , She is completely broken . She confronts him ..He questions her sense of morality .She was a woman cheating her husband and she questions her lover when he is seen with another woman . Sarcasms of a modern sense of moral justice !

Of course both of them were hypocrites .Netiezshe prophesed a moral free societ yet lived life like a monk .He was even a celebate .I doubt if he was a virgin like me !! And this woman ..Liberated who upheld morality and faithfulness conveniently forget morality to cater and satiate her love ! I respect both .I AM BOTH yet a male too ! A virgin male !
No matter how modern we claim to think , we need to understand that we are deeply rooted in our territorial pissings , Jealousy ,this feeling ..this undercurrent of constant insecurity , where our sense of self is qeustionned constantly by behaviour and life of the one with whom we share our time and space with . Marriage was only a reinforcement of our hypocritic outlook of life .
I heard that man's intelligent and thinking mind is only as thin as Onion's out skin ,Deep inside of that is layers upon layers of evolutionary slumber . He was a lion , donkey and dog at times .All of his poetry , his prose and epic wars were only a sophisticated MASKS of his dull wit !
OFcourse there is always an exceptional human who thought from beyond his human frame .Who questionned this hypocracies .Who threatened and challenged this dwarf and imbecile thinking of our human leaders and religions . yeah he was last seen asking for water in a crucifix . He was poisoned ..killed tortured ..and threatened with Marriage ! At times ..kind poeple thought he was poet and honoured him/her with a booker prize

Humans ..Brothers and sisters of slumber ! I too was one of them . But when I question their stupidities ..our collective dark humour !… Well lets just say that I get my head banged against the bathroom door by my lovely room mates ! I do not make any inference here . No nothing I am implying here .I do not even say marriage and possesiveness is wrong . Only I ask you ..Implore you ..That we atleast aknowlege our hypocracies . Otherwise we would not be different from a blind monkey scratching his loins on top a nuclear weapon warhead ready to destroy life as we know it only because his wife had slept with his best friend

Humans being humans .. Read it completly only after reading the disclaimer ! I dont blame them ..I celebrate them and thank them ..To have gone through this and understood .. ! Thank you for reading this ! Please do leave your comments and views on the same ! And in case you need to bang my head against the bathroom door . Please atleast ensure that its clean ! (I mean my head )

Pranks with time

You remember me ! ? memories !!
Rose flower and its fragrance ..
First red colour that we saw .
Butterflies we caught ..daydreams
STupid lies we told and believed
Do you really remember ..first touch
Kiss ..breath and beating life ..
Our child ..Her eyes..her smile
Hands so small ..yet fingers to hold
Sunrise and dawns in our chair we saw
Sitting and holding hands ..
Together and forever you told
Hand in hand ..We walked ..towards sunrise
With our sweat , prayers and a sweet song
We welcomed tomorrow with open hand
Alas ..I forgot..
HOw can you remember tomorrow ..
For we have not met yet !
Like a child ..yearning for his first breath
I too wait in this chrysalis !
A dream ..womb of lonely slumber
Time ..Time ..My dear time !! …

Time ..It is the most funniest joker around ! Humans are yet to understand it completely . Sometimes ..I feel ..that time is just a perception .It is volatile in the presence of someone you love ..Yet freezes the second they move to Kolkotta or ..even Jorhat! Time ..had made paupers out of princes …and Time even seeded humans with love at a suited age when body is prepared the full extent to which intimacy permits .

Time means money ..Time means aging ..Time means running out of it …Time was even my Valentine ! We measured our love , experience , friendship and life itself at times ..with TIME .Been married for six years ..Says a lot about the depth of love and trust ..I guess..Been friends …Been working ..for years .. Says that you know what you are talking about ! Experience .. Time ..Memories ..Perceptions..Knowledge ! Time grew most of it .The more the time grew the more it matured it .Well ..there are always exceptions .


And in some cases ..It eroded too .Aging !! Corrosion of bikes and memories Time ..It took away too .Many lovers ..Many friends ..Time forces separations ! Good byes ..and heartbreaks too time gifts .Was time the god ! The one they worshiped in Temple of mosque ..the christian church !

Einstein ..He knew about time . He said that we could beat time if only we were to travel faster than Light (I thought I would do it the second day I bought my Apache RTR ..Yet roads and my guts were not grown to match its speed So max outs at 80Kmph )But even that brilliant scientist was swallowed and farted by time !


What did Time want …Time was a change for me ..Time was being born ..and being a child ..watching my first ..P@$N.. Time was all that and a little more . First love .. First kiss..Breath ..beauty ..All so benevolantly given by time ..Yet so heartlessly taken away too . Experiences and memories ..
Time makes us ..Moulds us ..into one thousand two hundred and ninty seven things .Yet it remould ..Demoulds..remakes and remixes our shapes and colours to a randomly decided non senses that we have no clue or control over . Time ..The enchanting mistress seen smiling at people s wrists . How little is my knowledge of you .I know your face by Jorhat .. and train travels .Yet…… I am yet to meet all three ! May be you make me meet my death before I meet you all .Yet you make me love you so much that I question not your vagaries and senselessness ..
Greatness/beauty/meaning/love/longings/content .. Is but an accident you play upon people .Your pranks you play and call it Leela ..Krishna leela ..Ramleela ..Leela of Tendulkar ! Football ..Oh god it you again my time !
Time my dear time finally you give me reasons to finish this blog too .. For I am running out of time !

Flavours of loneliness

When all the tears had dried up in me ..All I had left in me were words ..Some romantic ,
some lonely , Some angry and some were frustrated too . She Never really said a single word
to me ..It was a long silence .Cold warm strange ugly and beautiful silence .
Different faces of silence were playing music with my sense of humour .
She never really did write to me to say anything .Yet I could hear her speak to me .
She graced my life with memories ,Imagination , Hallucination and nightmares .

Yes at times It was scary to be very lonely
.Yet I beared a smile and a laughter too.For I did not wanted to treat my lover with a sad face .
I said jokes , and laughed at the lack of humour in it !She was looking at me from a
far distance .She never came too close ..niether was she very far .
But to the world which was trained to see distant and dead ! She was so far away living in a different
world..doing diffrent thing ..living she was her life with a person other than me too …Yet
She was to me… the only poet .The only one .Her silence was bible ,Quran and Bhagavat gita to
Me ….Yes she was a communist and she was my communist manifesto too ..
.I listened to it .I marvelled at the intelligence..Profound deep philosophical paradoxes .
Yet I was illiterate and blind . In the midst of a rich family friends and fellow bloggers ..
I sat and looked at my empty tears . I felt a drop in my cheeks ..Then there was another one .
Then another too .. I was wet ..a warm cold sweet and really refreshingly wet …
Oh god just today I washed my clothes and made them dry .Jeans ..T shirts and my Jocky
underpants ..they were all wet ..Of course I wore clothes..not to hide my shame .

I was shameless in love and admitting it too ,My dead and truly alive grandfather taught me not be
ashamed of loving ..Only to hide my nakedness did I wore jeans ..ha jeans ..colourful jeans
..Green jeans ..red jeans .yellow and black jeans too ..Yet they were all very blue
JEans was blue ..I should have known ..I tried to laugh ..but jeans was blue .Some happy
jeans.Some jeans of jokes..Some blue and romantic jeans too I owned ..All to hide my
hiddeous insecure nakedness.


I wondered whether other people too were naked ..inside their
clothes ..No their jeans looked clean and dry too ..

Even when god was crying their clothes were dry as a leaf dried and dead in summer heat .
I wondered what they were doing . They were out shopping in Tiruvanmayur Signal !
Chennai city ..cold cruel ugly funny laughters !!!????

.They all thought i was so much out of fashion . New dresses .numerous discount .None i felt
like buying . My tears made me transparent even when i wore Two ugly jeans ..one of laughter
and another of romance . I wondered if the pretty girl who just passed by saw me naked in my
jeans made transparent by my tears ! Nopes they were laughing at a joke said by a
faceless man in a lost crowd ! A Crowd which lost its happiness innocence and laughter in a
mad rush to get a better rating in their next appraisal .Yet she was laughing at their jokes

Words ..Words and some more words .I said one thousand two hundred and ninety seven words
that day .None of it contained the laughter i had when i felt her presence . Yet i said
words..More words so that silence did not take me over completely .cold warm strange ugly
and beautiful silence . Suddenly out of nowhere i saw some kids playing with a guitar and a
song in their lips . It was a lovely composition .Mozart Rahman and some rock bhangara
.Simons garfunkel and U2 were playing in their lips . I wondered how they learned such rich
music when in age they were little than the pain .Pain .. ha ..the painful pains of my life
.Some thought I enjoyed them .Deeply nourished them with my dried up tears .
Little do they knew that i deeply and secretly hated them .
I was in a constant war with my pains..Father ..ha mother ..they did not like pains.
They did not like my pains ..Divine holy dark and empty pains ..

Bush ..President Bush .. He was gone and the world was safe .Little did i know
that He was still alive and ruling the United states of American Barbarism in my memories
And that of one thousand fellow people who were lonely when they were together .
All stories ..All words ..all tears .. have a begining and an end . World began with a big
bang and it grew evolved ..Atoms molecules ..and complex biological organisms ..Yet none
spoke to me like my Sheni ! I listened to her .The call of hunger ..silence ..and rich
emotions .Poetry it was ! ha ..Harmony ..Peace ..oh …no it was prayers .. no one thousand
two hundred and ninety seven words which were unknown to me ..Which were unknowable to me
..I lost my vocabulary to a lover who thought that i was only a friend ! A distant relative
who wore jeans to hide his hiddeous ugly naked lonliness ..
I faded and I fainted ..even the colour of my jeans were faded to this white and
unrecognisable faceless colour ..Confused colour ..


I saw hope ..A little sunshine .. A sunshine in the rain .. So beautiful it was having
seven colours..Seven colours more bright than all the colours of my Jeans.. I touched it and
expected it to dissapear ..I had colours in my hand …then I got colours in my elbows knees
chest and hair too . It was those children with guitar..Simons..garffell..and U2 .. Children
playing songs beyond their age ..One thousand two hundred and ninety seven year old chilren
..Chilren working in Kolkotta cognizant .. Children who wrote beautiful poetry ..They made
me want to sing .. I was afraid i would sing too loud..But they smiled at me invitingly
.They laughed too .. at my fears ..

I sang this song …. Chikku bukku chikku bukku railee… Kalakkuthu paariva stylee… (you
see i am always funny )They seemed to like it ..They called me a poet ..and called me one of
their own ..A blogger ..and a poet ! I liked this new nakedness ..

This shamless and joyful nakedness..Where was that hiddeous ugliness I wondered ..
Rain washed away my friend ..The rain of laughter..
All you people who reads this and comments that its okay to be naked..yep
You washed it away .. My memories ,imagination hallucination , fear ,anger and frustrations
too were washed . beach was beautiful ..Evening was lovely …But now i got to go and catch
the movie for which i had experimented and volunteered to risk my sanity over .It was
weekend treat with my friends. God bless all .

Thinking the noise pollution of an introvert

Thinking the noise pollution of an introvert


The equivalent of external noise is the inner noise of thinking. The equivalent of
external silence is inner stillness.
Whenever there is some silence around you — listen to it. That means just notice it.
Pay attention to it. Listening to silence awakens the dimension of stillness within
yourself, because it is only through stillness that you can be aware of silence.
See that in the moment of noticing the silence around you, you are not thinking.
You are aware, but not thinking.

Excerpts from Stillness speaks by Ekchart tolle

There is a great joy in being silent if you are not haunted by longings , anger , frustrations , love , lust or even hunger ! Some poets call it peace .It is beautiful , there are no words describing it ! Content .Some get it by doing something they truly love , Gardening , Driving , singing , painting , being with the one they love . Each person must find what they love to do . The satisfaction they get out of it is that of a lessening internal pollution .less noise and more silence it will enable them . For me its a myriad of things I love to do , Reading poetry has been one of them . I love to ride too ! Movement ! Colours , some Vibrant , some soothing ..mostly lively ! full of invigourating charm ! Life is herenow , come live and be silent so others get a chance to live too