A shade of Tint of my goggles

My friend Jennifer here had led me into some wonderful time.. 😀 She has just asked me to share three quotes on three consecutive days.
I know which quote of Bharathi I wanted to post today. But I was lazy to type in Tamil and started out searching the net for the following quote. It was three hours back. I got what I wanted within the first few seconds, but I also got the whole collection of his works and was happily lost for the past three hours.. 😀 Thank you Jennifer.. 🙂 For letting me indulge in the works of my Bharathi after quite a long time and for a long time.. 🙂

Today the quotes are from Bharathi, Keats and me again.. 😉 Now it’s time for you to go enjoy the quotes of the day..

அக்கினிக் குஞ்சொன்று கண்டேன், — அதை
அங்கொரு காட்டிலோர் பொந்திடை வைத்தேன்!
வெந்து தணிந்தது காடு; — தழல்
வீரத்தில் குஞ்சென்றும் மூப்பென்றும் உண்டோ?
தத்தரிகிட தத்தரிகிட தித்தோம்.

I saw a baby fire ball,
I left it on a hole in the forest!
The forest was burnt down by the fire.
Is there a distinction of the young or the old
In the blazing nature of the fiore?
Thaththarikida thaththarikida thiththOm.

This is one of the beautiful and most powerful verse by the Mahakavi Bharathiyaar. Though there could be a whole thesis on just the five lines written by him, I will try to contain myself with few lines about this. The verse ends with a tune which could be understood better if you could listen to the song rather than me describing with so many words.

The element of fire is used to burn down the forest. Here the forest is the simile of all the immense non-sensical discriminations and blind-beliefs pulling down the growth of the nation. The causes we fight against might be humongous. Yet, a tiny ball of fire is enough to burn down that huge forest. Once you are determined to burn down, there is no distinction on whether you are the fire in a match stick or the fire from a huge cannon.

If you had listened to this verse, you could possibly realise the power it emits. He had set the rythm of this verse in the last line itself. It shows off the ferocity of the burning power of the fire. And it could also be interpreted as the happiness that is derived from cleaning out some huge garbage of the society.

 

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,

       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;

       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

                                       – John Keats in Ode on a Grecian Urn

The full Ode is here on wiki. Keats views the depiction of a scenario from a village on an urn. His musing upon the unreachable yet unfading beauty. The first line is very commonly used than the rest of the verse. I do admire and cherish his imagination, where the lover could never kiss his love, who is just within reach yet unreachable forever. The lover could console himself that neither she nor her beauty would ever fade away..

What an amazing freeze frame the pictures of the urn speaks.. What runs across the minds of the lovers are never known.. What melody the pipes are playing is never heard.. When you are describing something, you restrict that something within some frame. But for those unheard melody, you set the tune, you set the tempo, you know what delights you and that is the song playing from the pipes. The song is unique to you. What is unique is always special forever.

 

Deeper the root,
Better the tree!
Go down, to grow up!!

 

Not every time going down is a downfall. Only a river that falls from the cliff becomes the falls. The higher the fall, the more it is appreciated. When you are going down, make sure you drop as a seed, go deeper down than you were intended, so no one could tear you apart easily ever again..

Today’s quotes shade my goggles with which I view and interpret the world. The goggles are tinted and they do cast their tint on the sight of my own world. Now share me what tints your goggles? 😉