GLIMPSE OF LOVE

I always wished I may find love once

And never loose it.

But I guess love just

Likes to play hide and seek with me…

MY KNIGHT

After such a long time of feeling dead,

I could feel the blood running through my head.

It was hard for me to be like you,

Hopelessness crippled me and killed me too.

You came as a knight in the shining armor,

Holding sword in hand.

The best part is you never fought for me,

You simply gave the sword in my hand.

TRUTH OR FAKE ...!!

I have always been a space exploration freak. And this post is about one of the space conspiracies, the little known 'dead Cosmonaut'. I am neither a supporter nor against this story. Well truth of fake the story is interesting …

It’s from the times of 1960’s, when USA and USSR were rivals in space exploration. Bothe the nations were up in arms to prove their technical superiority and advancement in space programs. In 1957 USSR launched first man made satellite in space “sputnik”. Then latter 1961 Yuri Gagarin became the first cosmonaut to travel in space. The story of 'dead cosmonaut' is from some time between the two space programs. According to the Judica Cordiglia brothers from Italy, Gagarin was not the first man in space.

According to the two radio enthusiast brothers, they heard sounds from space audible from a home-built equipment. These brothers had set up a listening station in Italy to tap the communication transmission between the ground operating system and the spacecrafts for both USA and USSR. The brothers claimed to have detected and recorded radio transmissions of the cosmonaut who were slowly dying while adrift in space.

The brothers have a website on which one can hear the recordings to hear click (Tracce). The recording is in Russian language and that too not much clear.

The USSR denied the brothers' claim. Supporters of the story believe the Soviet government hide the cosmonaut's death to preserve the country's reputation as a leader in space exploration. The truth remains a mystery.

A documentary on this story was telecasted in SBS Television (Australia) at 7:30pm 18-07-2008.

If you want to read more go to space hackers.

It’s really interesting to find out how credible this story is, if you have more clues on this please do send me.

On  kapoor.karnika@gmail.com :)

STRANGER

It was when I was a teenage girl, full of adventure and excitement. And one of the most adventurous things was to pay a visit to bonta (a botanical garden at Delhi university). This use to be an evening expedition with a group of friends. We use to plan on summer afternoons over the phone, meet up at someone’s place and then, putting it in my lingo then we use to “hit the road”.

That was where I saw him first a medium build old man smartly dressed up in shorts n tees with running shoes and socks, nicely held black (colored hair), with a very significant thick white eyebrows. His eyebrow is actually what made me notice him. He had a companion who more appeared like some of his bodyguard with a comparatively strong build. They both held stick in there hand and use to walk fast.

I encountered him first time at the entry of bonta, it was the only time I had a verbal communication he looked at us and said “you kids should take sticks along as the monkeys often get aggressive and hurt people”. I nodded and smiled and pulled out a stick from nearby tree. He smiled back and walked away in his usual fast fashion.

Then I started having a glimpse of him on a regular basis. We greeted each other by exchanging smiles, while walking pass each other. For few years I often saw him and unconsciously knew where he would encounter me as I was well acquainted with his walking speed. At times I use to set targets of my walking sessions by comparing our walking speeds.

I got enrolled in a college that is about 300 km from Delhi. I shifted to a hostel and my regular evening walks to bonta went a miss. I perhaps had no one to compare my speed with. On vacations at home I never missed taking the walk, as it is my way of spending time with me. Not to forget mentioning that he was always there! I could figure out he is a man of principles, rules and regulations. He always use to acknowledge my come back and welcomed me with a bright smile. Last year's summer was the last time I saw him he was growing old and week. I passed a smile at him and walked by.

I have been busy all the time with lot of things. So could not get time for evening walks lately. But now as I have ample time I started it again and it has already been a few days that I am visiting the same place a walk, but the sad part is that I cannot find him anymore. From last two days I have been terribly missing that stranger and hope will get to see him soon.

I hope he is fine and doing well, though I don’t know even his name, His occupation or anything about him. There was this strange relation of greeting with smile. It was as if I knew him and was comfortable to have him around. Its strange how I felt so secure in presence of this stranger, felt as if he was a guardian angel…

Spider Suicide..!!

When I was young I was always very fascinated towards spiders. I specifically liked the spiders with huge bodies. I really liked the beautiful pattern on their body. There was a time when I even wanted to pet one but I skipped my plan as I did not wanted to do so on the cost of its freedom.

Recently I was reading some book on which I saw a picture of a female Redback spider. What made me mention it over here on my blog is not just how awesome it looks but the way male member of this species commits suicide!!! (I will definitely call this an act of suicide)

The male Redback spider is one of the species on earth which is eaten up by its partner while copulating!!! (Now that's weird) I wonder what is going on in their mind while the incidence. The female is huge in comparison with the tiny male and the male makes the female drooling by gasconading his abdomen in front of female which the female find quit ample to serve its sense of hunger. By keeping the female busy eating itself the male can deposit maximum amount of sperms so that the chance of reproduction increase.

The male sacrifice its own life for a fatal attraction or to give another life a chance in form of its own offspring... That’s still not clear to me...

This act of suicide brought a crazy thought in my mind. I think the male did so because it just wanted to end up its life. It was stressed and had lost the track in its life; its life is going on in an unwanted direction. But deep inside the male spider knows that it is blessed and that its blood aka genetic structure is blessed. So it did not want to end its life in vain and thought that it should at lest pass on its genes so that its blessed blood should flourish...

Apart the spider do not have much option like taking poison, taking some easily available sleeping pills, slash of his wrist ,hang to death or some tall building to jump off from ..And I don’t think he ever thought asking for mercy killing...

Fair deal for the spider..!!!

The Silent Smile

I was just going through my old diary and i found this old rhyme that i had written then ..
It is from long back and i had always been very private about it.I never wanted to share it with anyone except my clique...
my buddies really liked it then, at that part of time in my group of friends writing poem was a dernier cri.
It is dedicated to someone special who may never know i wrote it for him....

The calmness of moon light night is what I feel, The whole world go silent to hear my heartbeat. All the flowers, firefly and the whole night sky is smiling at me .....

I have not complete it, cos i want it to remain a mystery ..

El Dorado...!!!

It was long back when I saw the flick "The road to El Dorado". I really like two friends in the flick they portrayed quite nicely to my so called "best friends" image!

But this blog is certainly not to show gratitude to my best friend.It is about El Dorado the amazonian monarch.

It is a tale from early 1500th century. El Dorado was a Spanish Amazonian king. At that part of time the city of Amazon was ruled by this flamboyant monarch, who use to regularly coat his body with gold dust (nice body pack, I bet his skins glow would be fabulous) and then plunged into a nearby lake to wash it off while being showered with gold and jewels by his subjects...

The stories of gold coated king grew into a legend.

These days the word El Dorado represented any place of vast riches, abundance, or opportunity..

The world is now recovering from so called economic crisis, in such a condition I cant predict which place is going to be the next El Dorado..

Lately US , UK and other western locations were considered so. This does not hold true in today's context. the world is crying for protectionism and jobs. So whatsoever place is going to be the El doradao only time can tell.

The place I consider to be my contemporary El Dorado is in my mind .. I don't prefer sharing its wealth .. ;)

Have a nice day..