The last of alphabets,
But the first of completion,
Of the challenges undertaken this year!
Category A to Z Challenge Apr16
Yell
The primal way of expressing!
Xpiry
When life expires,
So does few expressions!
Wonder What!
Vicious wish!
I neither have the heart to wish life
Nor the courage to face death!
Hence life rolls on!
Unison of love!
Oh dear flower, you bloomed with the touches..
But why forget who touched you to blooming?
Are the looks new?
Are the caresses new?
Why would the earth resist the rain?
In our young days, in the banks of the river,
We placed our foot marks, who erased them?
In the corner of the garden, in the plant we planted,
The first bud bloomed, who plucked it?
There’s no honey in the flowers untouched by lovers..
Don’t cross the gap, I’m not in control myself..
Oh dear flower, who bloomed with the touches,
Aren’t you drenched in the warmth?
The looks are anew,
The caresses are anew,
I shudder as the veins tangle within..
To see the young flower bathed in the dew drops,
I’ve waited for twenty springs..
For the hungry, to quench the thirst,
I’ve grown sweeter lips for seventeen springs..
Like the leaf that hides the flower,
Don’t you too hide away your heart..
Like the breeze that takes the flower,
Don’t you too shake away my heart..
The details of the song’s translation will be revealed tomorrow.. If possible take a guess..
Tweaking the magnetism!
He wanted to be loved..
She wanted to love..
He knew her..
She knew him..
He liked her..
She liked him..
He is full of logic..
She is full of nonsense..
He saw that togetherness is impossible..
She saw that he deserved someone better than her..
He understood life as is..
She understood life as fate..
Yet they understood each other too well..
To the extreme extent that
They could never be
Opposite poles of
the same magnet..
But just be the Same poles
Of Different magnet!
Sharing is NOT Caring!
Yup, Sharing is NOT Caring..
When?
You have a happy news and I am in the rock bottom of life. I could either see it as light at the end of the tunnel or I could rather dig my self pity deeper..
What?
Sharing your happiness makes the World a better place to live in, while pouring out your disaster story gives a life lesson for few, while it teaches others, how boring it is to hear a sob story..
How?
If you are finding some fault / mistake of mine, Sharing it with anyone other than me brings out many characteristics, but definitely not Caring..
So?
Even a deed with good intention could backfire, depending on the timing and circumstance..
Do share love and care, but be wise in doing so..
Also try to be open to receive the love and care shown towards you, for not everyone is entitled to received them unasked and without expecting anything in return..
Righteousness
என்பி லதனை வெயில்போலக் காயுமே
அன்பி லதனை அறம். (77)enpi ladhanai veyilpoalak kaayumae
anpi ladhanai aRam.A life without love will be stung by the righteous conscience
like a body without bones that is burnt by the sun. [Couplet 77]
This is one of the oft-quoted couplet. The usual explanation to this goes as given in the English version.
But I have recently heard a better explanation to this couplet on its nuance. And I just wanted to share it here for I loved the explanation.
The righteous virtue burns away the soul of the loveless people. But why is it compared to that of the Sun burning the boneless? Because, it has a special unique feature.
The Sun burns the boneless only when the creature attempts to stay in the Scorching sun. As Sun never goes in search of boneless to burn them..
Similarly, Righteousness doesn’t burn the loveless as long as they stay confined within their solitude.. It starts punishing only when the loveless people come out to stay in the society without having the least compassion for the society.
So being Loveless is not a crime by itself to deserve the punishment of righteousness.
Share your love and let the World be a better place to live upon.
Quaint or Quite Mundane?!
The everyday life can be more beautiful when you know to see the everyday things in a different angle.. I clicked this some time ago and found this mundane beauty while browsing through my archives..
If you like this click, you would love the beautiful clicks listed here in Trablogger’s blog under the Mundane Monday Challenge.
The object in the click is a not-so-rare view and why don’t you take a guess on what is it.. (Hint: It is not a personalised item like Bags)
Waiting for your guesses.. 🙂
Passions and Possibilities!
Had N number of Passions.
Had N number of Possibilities.
Out of the N number
Not even one
Could cater to all Passions
And not even few
Could cater to most Passions.
Then came the prioritising
Of Passions and
Discrimination of Possibilities
In the name of Practicality.
Then came a new possibility
Possessing my heart and soul
Though it was not listed
In the N number of Passions
Or in the N number of Possibilities.
The Possessive Passion
Paved way for every other Passion
With a new Possibility
And gave Hope that
Anything is Possible
When the Heart and Soul
Is tuned to achieve that
One single Goal
Without any diversion!
And it also proved that
N number is not a nightmare
And also that
N number is not all,
For the destiny could be beyond
the N number of Passions
and the N number of Possibilities!
Oasis to the desert!
The journey continues…
The highway extends…
We are the birds that forget the path travelled;
We are also the bend that unites two poles
We crossover the desert,
We enjoy when we reach the oasis…
Nothing is permanent!
This too will pass on!!
The stars and the crescent moon has become alone;
The rain under the umbrella and the tides of the sea have parted ways…
Your portrait is being drawn with my teardrops;
Your photograph is calling out my name…
We lighted the lamps like the Candle and the Wick,
Yet, we are just wasted like the unburnt lamps..
Give farewell, Take a decision, I will leave..
Alright, Give it up, Move aside, I am leaving..
The chimes of your anklet is heard like music from afar;
The echoes of your voices is heard in the directions I turn around..
We talked together like the River and the Shore,
At the end of the story we are parting ways..
The details of the song translated are available over here!
This song is one of my recent favorite for the music and I started liking it from the very first time.. Loved the lyrics for the clichés..
Hope you too enjoyed the song.. Do let me know about your thoughts on the song..
No one!
I’m no one
to you in the list of
predefined relationships,
while you are
everything to me!
This week HeSheStory is merged with Dr. H Bhatnagar’s two-phrase story challenge!
Challenge? Who has the patience to follow the rules / link backs?
If that’s what you were thinking, you are in the right place. Coz the rules are almost nil!
(Hmm.. Are there any, Dr. HB? Since I don’t follow most rules, I skipped this too.. :P)
But if you are willing to stick to rules, refer here!
Willing to take part in this challenge?
Feel free to reply to the first phrase either in my comment section or the original posts’ comment section.
(See how simple this is!)
Feel free to unleash your creativity with a new second phrase
(or bit more, coz he has a big heart to accommodate more than a second phrase.. 😉 )
There’s little more!
He compiles all the entries and posts!
Trust me, it is awesome to see the multitude of replies for a single phrase.
Check out the last week’s compilation here!
So what’s your reply to “I’m no one…”
Looking forward for your take on this.. 🙂
My Words – Are they really mine?
When words were never mine to begin with. I was only their carrier upon transport- both serving time together- holding some- mere milliseconds- while others cellmates serving a life sentence. Each letter and word- wound within my dna- and- transcribed by my process of knowing- has arrived from the hands of someone else.
Who am I to say- I own these words?
Yes- they may empower- even set you free- but to own them- is to put them in a zoo. To cut out their lungs- give them hugs for legs- and tell them to run- then send them on their way to have a nice life- and a breath of fresh air- from the inside- out.
If I copyright words- Van Gogh copyrights Starry Nights- Aristotle copyrights thought- Harper Lee and Maya Angelou know why the caged mockingbird can’t sing- if their teachers own all the words. Does Shakespeare care if Hamlet is performed at the Globe – a renowned performing arts high school in New York- or the streets of El Salvador? Or is it about sharing in our words- living through his words- copy what was- homage to the author.
And…
What if my thought- was first a song lyric written on the back of a napkin- tossed aside- blurred- by someone who was playing the drinking game. Was my thought already prefabricated- plain as day- in the light of moon- beyond the wonder of a five year old Nigerian girl. Or in the dreams of an addict to spun to remember what was said- when morning is four days later- and still hasn’t come. Maybe it was the taxi driver in Karachi who first said, “poets can be any color- they just want to be read…” way before it entered my head. He just didn’t have access to a pen- or- when he got home- had trouble remembering again.
Or…
Maybe this was all confiscated- stolen- copy unwritten- from a man who has ALS. Everyone baby talks- the man- like a toddler- and pats him on the head. Like sticking a finger in the soup to see if it is warm. Somewhere he is reading my words- his words- unspoken- on a screen- screaming so loud. But no one gives a fuck- because they think he doesn’t have words. These are my copyrighted- hijacked- borrowed from another source- all the source- is the same source- words- just a different kind of sauce.
Understanding- I only carry these words- all thoughts that have been conjured- inflicted- and finely tuned- have come from the fingers- tongues- brushstrokes- madness of others. Screamed in splinters- whispered in born against- washed into the sand’s stone- are all words- for consideration.
My search in writing- is for a comfort- for the words- and the people to be as free as possible. Knowing- nothing is free- especially as a Dad- to three- all girls.
What about the tree- when were they going to see a royalty- for all the copies they have written?
Like a tree roots in- I am rooted in my children. For them- and my family- I have to remain a true artist- a true contradiction- like any human- that varies on a multitude of spectrums. To a take stand- show my copy rights as author and carrier of words- would only be for them- so their walk is a little lighter.
Their Father’s hands which have borne the scars and marked calluses of time- that comes when the sun shines so bright in life- you have to squint- and trust that you’re walking- but- not off the edge- because you can still feel the sun radiating through your face- and trust can be easier- when you can’t see in the first place.
I will chase- these words all copied from the same source- just a different sauce- tasting- and holding on to what I can- understanding what was already written…
This is a post written by Anthony in his blog “Symbols between Spacebars” under the title “Do I have a right to copyright words- call them mine?“
Learning to or simply being?!
சித்திரமும் கைப்பழக்கம்
செந்தமிழும் நாப்பழக்கம்
நடையும் நடைப்பழக்கம்
வைத்ததொரு கல்வி மனப்பழக்கம்
நட்பு தயை கொடை பிறவி குணம்
The art of painting is excelled with the habit of drawing,
The beauty of tamil is excelled with the habit of speaking,
The pace of walking is excelled with the habit of walks,
The learning of existing scriptures is excelled
with the habit of memorising and understanding,
But the traits of Friendship, Compassion and generosity
Are in-born traits (and not excelled with habit).
Though the first two lines are famous in the usage I love the last line much more than the others.
Being friends with few is more easier than others. You could just start an conversation with those few people and feel at ease discussing many things, even those which you might not feel comfortable talking to with your dear friend of long years or with the one who grew up.
There are few who care for anyone and everyone at any time without any excuses. You could always rely on them for anything between lending you a shoulder to an offer of kind word to reinstate the long-forgotten-hope.
There are few who never know how to say no, when asked for help. And they are very creative in coming up with ways to help. Also you could see them feeling uncomfortable when they have an excess of something when someone else in need of it and they would even go to the extent of giving away, even though they might need it..
These traits can never be developed with practice or habit. You might act well the role of these people, yet a dire need reveals the distinction of these in-born traits as compared to the self-trained people. For the self-trained people take at lease a tiny second of thinking, whereas the people with in-born puts others first and offers immediately without asking.
Kaleidoscope?!
When was the last time you stopped to notice the simple mundane things with attention to detail?
If you are wondering so long, to remember that, now is the time to look around.. But with a little more attention to those everyday things and scenery, we take-for-granted.
Isn’t there something beautiful that grabbed your attention, more than others. Now, frame-it and hang-it out, not in the legal sense, but with a camera and a blog post.
Don’t you want it to be enjoyed and appreciated by many? Here’s a simple way! Give a pingback in your post to TraBlogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge!
He is hosting this challenge for over a year now and he is always kind to share his views / appreciation on the submissions, as well as, to compile them in his next week’s post. More than that, there are even simple and interesting guidelines offered by him to help us take better mundane shots. Do enjoy his clicks and other submissions for the challenge over here!
Kaleidoscope
The reflections of a normal Jhumka gives a somewhat resemblance to the Kaleidoscope to me.. And it also makes me think of a little girl with her head slanted to the side.. Do let me know what you think of it in the comments..
Juxtaposition
I am far from you,
Like the water droplets on the lotus leaves,
Yet,
I am so near you,
Like the reflections of moon in the river..
Is this Inspiration or Imagiantion?!
Full moon would be her face
Jasmine would be her fragrance
Lightning would be her eyes
Silence would be her language
Dew drops of winter would be voice
Deer calf of the fragrant forests would be her walks
I saw her one day and
asked for her heart as boon
She did give but immediately took it back and went away!
She is indeed the island of the sea, untouched hitherto,
In its fragrant sands, I wished to be a floral shrub..
She is indeed the melody, unforgettable after hearing,
Even after understanding the stanzas, I stood in silence..
She being one shore, and me being the other shore,
In between gushes the river of solitude..
Is it possible for the hands to fish in the waters of mirage?
The time stands testament to the happenings of the present..
She comes along with peace,
And I grasped her fingers..
The journey continued while witnessing the many rainbows along the path..
As sleep caressed my head, I rested under a tree..
When I woke up, she wasn’t there and the minute turned bitter..
She was by my side, in that minute,
She appeared afar, in the next minute..
She runs like the false-deer that eludes the vision..
Between me and her, a screen stood opposing,
When mask is worn, would the faces be visible?
This is my translation of a song from the movie Jodhaa Akbar, released in 2008. The details about the song is available over here along with the tamil verse.
This song caught my attention with its music, for it is so soothing and pleasant to hear. This song is always in the top 5 of my most played track list. The reason it is there is just not for the music or the voice. But the lyrics.
The hero gets besotted by the beauty of his new wife. She is near yet so far in heart. He yearns for her. And this song is what transcribes his emotions.
The reason the lyrics stands close to me is the closeness of this song to the John Keats’ song “La Belle Dame sans Merci“
Below is the complete song:
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moanI set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Both are very beautiful songs as stand alone. They both are in different genres, yet they both have some common elements and that’s what I link and like between them.
The mysterious girl;
Her beautiful features,
Her love for him,
Him, wanting to serve her,
The feeling of elation in being with her,
She lulling him to sleep,
Him waking into harsh reality,
From the dream of the dreamy girl,
His lament to reach her..
Now all I wonder about the first song is whether it is an inspired imagination or just imagination by two individuals in the same way!
He!
Someone asked her
Who is he?
He is……..friend?!
Long night chats
Chats on Anything
To everything
Shared without hesitation
And without waiting
Always there for each other
To pull pranks
As well as to lean on
Someone asked her
Who is he?
hmm.. my.. my.. friend?
Abundance of care
Genuineness in smiles
Respect for the other
And yet
He moved on
She stayed on
Someone asked her
Who is he?
My crush or bit more than that!
He came back
Now with a different mask
But the same face
She is still the same
Void of the masks
Someone asked her
Who is he?
My best friend!
Grand Christmas!
Yesterday I was pondering for a long time. That’s when a little angel came to me and asked what is today’s post? And what is the word you picked for ‘G?’ As I told her that I didn’t know what to post, she spontaneously told this story along with the title.
I know this is a very clichéd story. But the reason I recorded it nonetheless was I had the simple pleasure of listening to a cute bedtime story with a feel good ending. I loved the way she expressed this story in my native tongue in her own style. Though I couldn’t record the same awesome feel I had listening to this story, I thought of just recording the story.
Feel free with your imagination to visualise the story from a kid’s explanation perspective and have fun!
Long long ago, in faraway country, there lived a little girl named Ina. She is a sweet little girl living happily in the tiny village. And today she was so excited as there was only one more day for the Christmas holidays. She was very eagerly looking forward for this vacation as this is the time filled with gifts, but more importantly, fun with friends and relatives.
There is a girl named Mina, living near Ina’s house. Mina’s family is not that financially strong as Ina and hence Mina wasn’t so excited about the Christmas. Moreover, she was feeling low as her parents could not even afford a new dress for her Christmas.
Ina came to know of this and that night before going to bed, she added this in her prayers. “Dear God, Please send Mina a good new dress for Christmas.”
When she slept that day, she had a dream and a fairy appeared in it. The fairy said, “You are a very sweet girl Ina. It is very nice of you to pray for Mina’s gifts. So, here is a new dress for her and you can gift it to her.” When she woke up, she saw a gift box near the foot of her bed and she was exploding with happiness.
She ran to Mina’s home with the gift and they opened it to find two dresses, each having their name tags. Thus the holiday started with enjoyment for both of them. And the smiles kept multiplying all around..
Here is one for you too! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Share the smiles!!
Failure isn’t always a failure!
The joy of ticking off a to-do list,
The joy of scoring out a pending task,
The happiness of achieving some target,
The happiness of getting appreciated for timely completion,
The happiness of shelving a project after completion,
And every other joy of accomplishment,
Takes up the level of self-confidence a bit ahead!
And that little more confidence helps you to achieve even more..
And there is another kind of confidence that helps us to accomplish things, which we might otherwise find beyond our capability..
The confidence that you have nothing to lose, but could gain anything to everything..
Also, there is the confidence that comes with the knowledge of having every possibility a success!
Is there ever a possibility of having every try a success??
Yes!
Though the success from each chance is not the same, some failures are worth more than the success and hence, the failure can’t be classified as failure!
Wondering how failure is better than success?
Here’s the formula as told in Thirukkural by Thiruvalluvar..
கான முயலெய்த அம்பினில் யானை
பிழைத்தவேல் ஏந்தல் இனிது. 772
kaana muyal_eydha ampinil yaanai
pizhaitha_vael aendhdhal inidhu
Better to bear the spear that missed the tusker
than the arrow that got the rabbit. [Couplet 772]
This couplet says that it is better to hold the spear that missed the target of a massive elephant, which symbolises a not easy target, than to hold the victorious arrow, which pierced the aimed, easier target of, rabbit!
So is that really a failure, when you have a not-so-easy target, give your best efforts and yet not achieve the target?
And when you are sure that there is no way to fail, won’t you be tapping more and more success?
Be carefree for there is no failure and win more laurels as you are carefree and content with what you do!!
Exquisite Silhouette!
When was the last time you stopped to notice the simple mundane things with attention to detail?
If you are wondering so long, to remember that, now is the time to look around.. But with a little more attention to those everyday things and scenery, we take-for-granted.
Isn’t there something beautiful that grabbed your attention, more than others. Now, frame-it and hang-it out, not in the legal sense, but with a camera and a blog post.
Don’t you want it to be enjoyed and appreciated by many? Here’s a simple way! Give a pingback in your post to TraBlogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge!
He is hosting this challenge for over a year now and he is always kind to share his views / appreciation on the submissions, as well as, to compile them in his next week’s post. Do enjoy his clicks and other submissions for the challenge over here!
Destiny – Is there a choice to it?
This is in reply to Dr. H Bhatnagar’s two-phrase story challenge!
Challenge? Who has the patience to follow the rules / link backs?
If that’s what you were thinking, you are in the right place. Coz the rules are almost nil!
(Hmm.. Are there any, Dr. HB? Since I don’t follow most rules, I skipped this too.. :P)
But if you are willing to stick to rules, refer here!
Willing to take part in this challenge?
Feel free to reply to the first phrase either in my comment section or the original posts’ comment section.
(See how simple this is!)
Feel free to unleash your creativity with a new second phrase
(or bit more, coz he has a big heart to accommodate more than a second phrase.. 😉 )
There’s little more!
He compiles all the entries and posts!
Trust me, it is awesome to see the multitude of replies for a single phrase.
Check out the last week’s compilation here!
So what’s your reply to “It wasn’t my choice…”
Looking forward for your take on this.. 🙂
And here’s my take!
It wasn’t my choice,
But my destiny
to travel the less trodden path
and pave way for others
to follow and reach new destinations!
Charismatic painter of words!
He:
When I draw a flower, dear girl,
the fragrance emanates from it..
When I draw the fire, my sweety,
the heat spreads to caress your fingers..
She:
When the non-living picture gets life from your touch,
What would happen to me, the living one?
He:
You are a painting that takes away lives
with your breath-taking beauty!
He:
Dots join together to make a beautiful painting,
Hearts join together to make an epic love story.
She:
Lines are part of the painting,
Tiffs are also part of the love.
He:
To paint the sky, blue is the color,
To paint our love, what is the color?
She:
Come let’s paint our love,
Using fingers as the brush,
And my shyness as the palette.
She: Where lies the soul of a painting?
He: It lies the eyes of the beholder!
She: Which part holds love in a girl?
He: The part that is untouched by the guy!
She:
You are a modern poet, who knows how to paint,
You are a poor artist, who knows to mesmerise girls.
He:
Like the rain that cheats the clouds to reach the earth,
And becomes inseparably tangled with the earth,
You have come to become a part of me, welcome!
This song is a translation of a tamil track with lyrics penned by Vairamuthu. Click here to check more about the original song and the video of the track.
Be loved, my beloved!
The numerous masks,
The endless reasons,
The not-so-strong no,
The differences,
The similarities,
The sweet nothings (or lack thereof),
The misunderstandings,
The mutual liking,
The distance,
And multiple other things,
Significant and insignificant,
Are not enough,
To make me stop loving you!
Break your shell and
Be loved, my beloved!
Another beginning!
A new day,
A new month,
A new quarter,
A new challenge!
Is this challenge really that new to me?
If the experience of three months of daily posting is any good, Nope, this is not a new challenge to me!
So what is beginning today?
The famous A to Z Challenge!
What is the Challenge about?
I still continue to post in my blog in my own style, but be careful in naming the posts. I need to use the letters A to Z serially, to start off my title everyday. So day 1 starts with A, day 2 with B and so on.. And they let me take a break on Sundays!
There was a specific day to reveal my theme for the month. But I didn’t get around to post that, earlier. So I am telling about my theme here.
The blog loosely follows a pattern for the past three months. Though I will try to stick to the same theme, it might be changed as I come up with other ideas (or lack of them.. ;))
The theme that is being followed is listed here!
- Sunday Stories – He-She Story / Poetry
- Musical Monday – My translation of one of my favourite Tamil track into English Poetry with my rambles on why or what I like the most in that track.
- TTT / Tiny Thought Tuesday – My Entry for Dr. H. Bhatnagar’s Two-Phrase story Challenge. (Where I am supposed to add just one more phrase to the given phrase of the week, though, I usually end up adding more, just like what I am doing right here.)
- Wordless Wednesday – My Entry for PhoTraBlogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge (I will really try to shut up with words and let my picture speak in this post.)
- Thirukural / Thoughtful / Throwback Thursday – Depending on time and thoughts cluttering my mind, one of them would be chosen, with a very high probability to Thirukural.
- Friendly Friday – The day to reblog a post of a friend or reach out to my followers like what I am doing with this post.
- Saturday – I have been translating the works of a great Tamil poet, who happens to be my most favourite, Subramaniya Bharathiyaar. (So I would be availing my weekly off on Saturdays rather than Sundays in the A to Z Challenge)
So now you know what to expect from my blog in the upcoming month. Now moving on to what could be expected from me..
I am working on a tight schedule in the recent few months. So I would definitely reply to the comments I receive, within few hours, but I am not committing to be a good reader, as I used to be. ( I still wonder how could I read every single post in my reader once, and where did that time vanish into.. If that time has crossed over there, please feel free to direct it back to me.. 😉 )
Seems I am all set to move forward.. And now is the time for you to hop around the pages and posts..
See you around!
Keep Smiling!!
Ripples 