Thursday, May 28, 2020

A LOCKDOWN INSPIRATION POEM BY POET-VISHAL


Aint open our mind is!

Ill in our health,
Joy is lost in dire truth,
Of kindness oust forgotten.
Mind is the vibrant canvas,
Heightened on dense sinful strokes,
Plethora of vice and malice,
Fistful anger laced enrage,
Brings out the portrait- a self- mirage.
You see the poignant plush on piety,
Hyper-clogged in serenity is not mercy.
It is the impeccable vision of divinity.
Blogs on voice of conscience soundz,
Might initiate criminal justice,
To self- interrogate the soul,
Aint this reflect the real God?
Dysfunctional in your deeds,
Obscure in your destiny,
Autistic, you could be.
Never enforce opinion on your identity.
Bold as the black beauty, gracefully,
Tread your open path of victory,
That absolute ultimate story,
You pen yourself, to add in history.
In the webcam of corona virus,
picture not clicked is generous,
god is kind to all of us,
should we not give it a shot?
ain t open you are to it or not?

By,
A.VISHAL

IMPERTINENT KINDNESS

Hi friends,

THIS IS THE LATEST PENNED SET OF AWAKENING EXPERIENCE ON DIVINITY IN HIS SOUL. HOPE YOU ENJOY THE PATH


IMPATIENT KINDNESS
CHAPTER-1:-
In the deep woods, there tumbled a heavy log of wood hovering around the small hut where young jeyantha ordered his jumbo elephant to get quick with the job. Unless the wooden logs are sold in the town, he would not get his daily bread. His moody dad never helped him instead he lazily put his body to rest on the cot. Young boy w strong and agile to keep with his work from dawn to dusk.

Jeyantha, grew as an illiterate boy in the jungle, but he could understand languages spoken all over. His honest   smile was loved by everyone in the village. The hut was situated in the snowy Himalayan mountains near kedarnath. His mind was pure and pristine as snow in his virtue. High brick houses were never his image in mind. In his life he saw only rustic nature in its original good shape.
Umpteen clouds covered the blue smooth sky, so satin- like in its appearance. One evening, as he soberly hopped in the lousy lighted street of the village, he kicked on his heels, a big shell, a conch. He had never seen one at all in his lifetime. Probably, someone should have flicked it from the tilak sadhu in the temple on the hilltop. He had seen the man quite often but has never touched his belongings. Jeyantha was innately curious as a 14-year-old boy, he grabbed the conch and held it close to his bosom. Did he not go to his hut as always to prepare hot rotis on the urn, patiently making it for his lazy father? Only when he felt hungry did he rush home. This moment he intended to explore the stolen gift- the conch.
Go in pinnacle of happiness you find your true self. Pure veda operates on this coined phrase by the gods, before creation. Jeyantha had always been in his own pinnacle of happiness, serene satisfaction in his life. He never had big wishes from fairies, nor had lust for luxuries. Simplicity was his adorning crown. Biologists would call him atypical hippie or a wandering saint.
Here, we see his first step into fantasy, a shiny, polished, thing, shining in his hand. Jeyantha took the conch carefully from his ragged, sling bag. He was excited to hold it in his rough, dirty hands. Indeed, a cool boy of his age would be delighted with a playstsation. Hopeless joy is poor in peace than innocent joy. He had noticed the sadhu blow the conch, keeping it clutched in his hands , holding it close to his mouth. Today, he has got it to see it happen.
Jeyantha, took it, tightly clasped in his hands, and blew heavy sigh into the mouthpiece. What a miracle!
It created a deep resonating sound in his own hears, almost deafening. King of flowers, lotus blooms every time a conch is blown. Jeyantha, impatiently ran into the streets blowing conch madly rejoicing. As a small boy, he had heard that Lord Mahadev himself gaited on the snowy mountains, dancing in ecstasy during day and night. His rising siren of the sound echoed as Om. “Well, this is unbelievable I am able to do it. I am Mahadev, in person. My conch reverberates Om, all over. “

CHAPTER-2
In the dark room of the poorly lit house, an old man was incredibly sad and upset about his life. He was a single father, a poor wood cutter, helping to cut huge logs. His only asset was his axe, the big jumbo elephant he treated as his elder son. Jeyantha’s dad was very tired of his poverty. He had hated to live and was awaiting death to call on him.
In fact, his own mom died only of poverty. Nowhere, did jeyantha understood what pain and poverty is. He enjoyed the simple hut, extremely airy with no windows to shut. He loved to lie down on the floor in his woollen quilt, watching the stars in the night. His own sweater he got from his grandmom was so cosy and warm. God had blessed him with a big boon- self-compliance in his own life.
Jeyantha hopped happily into the hut with the conch in his hands. His tummy was empty with hunger. He went inside and was glad to see a cloth tied knot of hot rotis with boiled smooth potatoes added with hing and jeera. He loved the aroma of hing and jeera along with the Himalayan salt. Food was delicious in its own simple style. His ganga didi was so kind to cook for him and his dad even though she was a neighbour next door.
Food in his mouth with dollop of potato rolled into the roti, he tried to think of his kind pool of joy he gets when he feeds his elephant with sugarcane and few others. Love of seeing his pet animal being fed was his best hobby. However, tonight was different. He saw that the weather was very rough. It could rain heavily some days with an avalanche of snow. He knew that night was special with a paradigm shift in their lives. Could it be premonition or intuitive mind? Whatever it could be, jeyantha felt the herald of God coming to him. His innate soul had always lord Mahadev in every tiny cell and nerves. His God was the mountain he saw in front of his eyes as soon he gets up, the mountain that follows him when he cuts the wood, when jumbo carries logs  and he chides jumbo, caressingly. These mountains were everywhere and were imbibed in him too. Some eerie thought encouraged him to venture into the darkest night and visualize his Lord, Mahadev in darkness too. How would these gigantic rocks look like in the twilight brightness! He decided to start his night safari in the dire dangerous cliffs he has seen from his childhood. Dingy torch lit hands had prepared itself to be ready to face the pure spirit of heavenly bliss in treading mountains.
Moving out of the house, he had the gait of a gigantic lion with the ferocious intention to see his distant dream. His boots were mere gunny boots and the sweater needed a veil to wrap against chilling wind. Rain god had also witnessed his presence with incessant showers on the open ground, making it wet and slushy. He would normally worry about the weather being very unsupportive to him. The new moon in the sky was no moon after all.
Jeyantha heard the cry of the tiny glowworms being too loud suddenly as it was deadly silent. Jeyantha earned a lot of courage in his mind. He spoke to himself, “ oh, lord Mahadev! May you be with me in this night walk. I have qualified myself to delineate my path of security and unleash the power of eternal bliss in righteous faith in you. Hope I find my search gifted. Aloud in his heart, he shouted” hara hara Mahadeva”.
In this context, it is surprising to see a naïve lad in his teens, to be so determined in his search for truth. Well, it concludes to say that even though jeyantha was a mere headgazer in the hills, he was a strong soul in his self even as a small boy. He would always see his internal mind filled with sound of the conch and drum. Some days, a miniature portrait of his lord in his ecstatic dance, a scintillating tandav too would be his treat. His language could give him all the verses of Upanishad too-“tvameva sarvam mama devadeva”. You are the consciousness in all as the Lord. His birth was a big pleasure to the mountains when he walked his infant steps. Jeyantha was a self-attained pure soul, born only to experience bliss.
Now, he could see the darkest portrayal of the familiar bright mountains. He walked fast with his sling bag and the stick he uses on his elephant. He felt bad that he did not wake up jumbo, still he was bent over in savouring adventure in solitude. The rocks were slippery, the path was mushy, no light in it since he believed he can take the help of his inner light than the torch. There was not an iota of fear in him, instead he was keen to see the premonition of dance in darkness, with carousel of fire as the light, the jwala, flames of extreme wilderness amid the darkness. He had wanted to see how fire can be seen in the otherwise snowy mountain of kedarnath.
He was new to science and civilization, but somehow, he felt it must be thrilling to watch. He had no clue as to how he could bring it real. He galloped in speed and reached the peak of the hilltop. He sat on a huge rock, which was shaped oblong, with the sling bag placed nearby. His eyes could not see anything except the silvery thread of the silent Ganga flowing. He had always felt her lap wet with motherly affection after his own mother’s demise. He knew no chants except om Mahadeva, the word god himself taught him. The tilak sadhu in the temple would say’ trayambakam yajamahe, sugandhim pushtivardhanam, urvarukhamiva bandhanath, mrithyor muksheeya maamrithath”. He knew it was the vedic solemn harangue to invoke parameshwara in him. However, he settled on to the short chant” om Mahadevaya  namaha”.
His eyes didn’t close at all since he feared he could miss the dream turn into reality soon. In the deepest hope of seeing his lord in his naked eyes, looked like some karmic need for him and hence he didn’t shut his eyelids to pray. In sheer meditative mind, one can see the almighty all in his own soul. However, jeyantha had a lost mind always which was wandering all over like the lost clouds. Kindling interest was engulfed in impulsive thoughts, hence his eyeballs moved to and fro like watching English tennis. The night was fervent with turbulent wind and light showers. He oozed out in joy of wonder when he saw the lightening. He immediately blew the conch loudly. The resonance synced with the thunder
CHAPTER-3
On the pile of rocks, was his lost thoughts that meandered to see the lord’s vision. But it took no effect on the limelight darkness of the night. Impatient was his mind to rush through the chant faster and faster, who knew it could bring the vision faster too. The question of fire was pitched as tough and impossible. It was hard and incredulous a surface where it was unheard to bring bold fire and blissful dance. Jeyantha loved the vision because he hated silence. An oxymoron, since hills were silent only with nature’s sounds. He still sang his own tune always and spoke to his friend, jumbo. The villagers above the hill, also laughed and chatted loudly. Tonight too, it was loud, vivacious with thunderous noise, his conch and the flowing waters.
Bitten by a coiled snake, he hit his stick hard on the snake’s hood. It was a non-poisonous water-snake, so he suffered no loss of consciousness. The pain was in his ankle, he could not sit upright. He lied down on the cold rocks. In few seconds, he drifted off to sleep. Ablaze in bright light, he saw the illustrious sight. The lord mahadev was nobly seated on the rocks, fire encircling his body. His eyes shone like blue diamonds; his body was pinnacle of the vision as blue shades of grey mixed with black. Our imagination is better than sleep, if it is a feign sleep. Jeyantha enjoyed the feign sleep in his eyes. His heart pounded to see the lord’s dance too. So, he continued the state.
What a surprise! Everything changed. The rocks, the river, the flames, the dark clouds, the rain drops every minute object danced lilting to the sound of the thunder. The lord’s smile illuminated stronger than the dancing flames. What a divine vision he was gifted with! Jeyantha could feel the world dancing to the heavenly tune of the cosmos. His novice wish has been fulfilled after all. The impatient chant from an impatient soul had brought immense kindness in the lord to shower his grace.
Jeyantha was unaware of time until he saw the twilight strike in his eyes thereby hiding the darkness. He was quite unhappy to open his fakery shut eyelids, but extremely satisfied in seeing the ceremonious truth in full sublime peace. He picked up his bag, smiled to himself. An innocent boy’s dream that he was adamant to witness had brought victory to him. He knew the day awaited jumbo, his hard work on logs, the hot porridge and above all the dull, boring world without his pinnacle of Shiva in the light that others miss.
CONCLUSION
This short fable does not hold importance to anything except jeyantha, the protagonist and his dream. If everyone can see through darkness like him, then there is serene light in all our souls.
Om namah shivaya.
By,
A.vishal  

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

ACHIEVEMENTS AND LAURELS- links to the articles published

www.thehindu.com/news/cities/chennai/chen-metroplus/a.../article4050727.ece


https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com › ... › Eminent artists to render autistic boy

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/chennai/A-city-club.../31979947.cms

www.mylaporetimes.com/2014/12/10-year-old-autistic-savant-to-release-music-cd/

https://www.oddee.com/item_99431.aspx

www.infinithoughts.com/download/free-sample-articles.pdf

KALA SANGAMAM 2018-VISHAL'S SONGS IN A KUTCHERI-GLORY TO HIS TALENT


vishal paintings and video song




INSTRUCTIONS TO PLAY
Level 1  
The tiles are mixed and kept in a box.  The players sit around the board and pass the box of tiles from one to the other either clockwise or anticlockwise.
The player will pick ONE tile at random without looking into the box.  Later the player will have to place the colored tile on a corresponding square of the same color on the board.  The placement will be the player’s choice.
The player’s score for this round will be the value given to the color as follows:
There are 7 + 1= 8 colors in all and each color is given a value as follows:

BIO-PHOTONIC FILTER USING PLANT PIGMENTS


Vishal Abstract
Srivathsan uncle,
Algae is a primitive organism, and its application is in bio fuels, bio reactors and bio sensors. When we analyze the need of a filter, in light, it is doing rounds as photosensitivity, photoallergic skin, photo blowers in day today lighting appliances. Every household and office premises primarily function on these lights. Hence, a filter, on basic lighting bulbs, is needed. Any filter, is used as a mode to block waves or airflow. A filter to block harmful uv and other rays is widely used in pharmaceutical and drug industry, in medicinal fields, as algae powered bio photonic sesnors, reactors and filters in laser applications. Thin films are  used in industrial application but not once has there been a eco filter, in household lights. There, are of course, filters using toxic chemicals like neon and fluroscent liquids, with LED . But, the proposed idea of  algae induced photonic filter, on basic lighting using bio-elements , is non-toxic, and it is eco-friendly.  
My proposed idea, requires a specific family of species called, Marine diatom, which is also a microalgae. A good example is a family of species, called Thalassesira. This photonic filter, can be produced, from the nanoparticles present in the alkaloid compounds, of that species.


This is my abstract, and work has been done largely in the phase of experimenting with the samples. Howeever, detailed study is required to implement the same as a complete product solution.