Ahoy! Five years on board!

My blog did cross a pompous milestone of Five Years! And this is the first year, it had gone by without me blowing the trumpet for it..

I recently revamped the looks of my site. And thought of cleaning up my past posts. Since I am yet to grow strong within to call crap as crap, my old silly posts still stay, for now.. But I had better success with my drafts and this one needed to be posted on my blog..

I wrote this for my 100th post.. But I am much closer to my 500th right now.. So I have changed over those 100s of posts and might also claim to have grown a teensy bit.. Yet in the depth of my hearts, I still have a high pride of my blog and here below is one such pompous trumpet blowing post.. Reserve your judgements, till you read it till the very end..


Written on Feb 8, 2016

Now go grab a cup of coffee or chai and some refreshments so you won’t sleep in between this long post of ramble.. 😉

This is my 100th post!

It had taken a very long journey of two years to cross the two-thirds, while just one month was enough to complete the last one-third.

I have successfully managed to post a day on every day so far, in spite of the times I was inclined to not write up the next. I wanted to post daily, not out of some challenge or someone dared me to! I took this up voluntarily for a personal reason and this seems to work beautifully.

Now is the time to take a look back, so I would know what I have come across, so I could reassure myself that, I could go further and reach where I want to reach!

I had updated my Facebook page’s ‘About me’ as follows. Do take note that it was written more than a year back.

Continue reading “Ahoy! Five years on board!”

A walk “Through the Mist”

This is a walk down a memory lane, a beautiful lane for me!

Life keeps surprising us when we least expect it!

And becoming associated with “Through the Mist” was one such accident!

The history of the accident goes like this:

Not long ago, yet, almost 3 years back, out of the blue, I was asked by Jithin, the Trablogger, and without knowing the impact, I accepted to be the co-ordinator / book designer / editor of a new project.

My journey into his book’s Acknowledgements page was even more accidental and that’s what has led to this. He was having the idea of taking the Flash Fiction Chain, an feature he had in his blog to the next level. The working of Flash Fiction is, A part of story triggered by an image, and that story is evolved by a chain of authors.

So the idea mixed up with a book evolved into this: A book of five stories, written by five authors. So the Flash Fiction Chain grew up to Dream Chasing Chain, the initial name of this project.

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Choices!

I grew up listening to the phrase,
Choice makes confusion.
How true is that..

Everyday we make choices,
lots and lots of it..

Choices does come in all sizes..
From waking up to alarm
Or hit snooze..
Till give in to sleep
Or one more page of reading..

From working for a living
Or towards your destiny..
From opting for a profession
Or for a passion that drives you..

From having a healthy life
Or giving in to peer pressure..
From living for yourself
Or for other’s expectation of your life..

From being lazy and procrastinating
Or completing it right through..
From prioritising your needs
Or giving up to silly wants..

From giving in to temptations
Or standing up to convictions..
From choosing to have a choice
Or choosing to not have any..

From fearing what it might be
Or to facing what it could be..
From pondering on what could have been
Or to steering to what should you be..

Of all the choices
Big and small,
Makes you what you are!

Choose wisely,
Just so that, tomorrow
Blooms with no regrets
Nor inconvenience to any!

Laugh hard,
Make others smile
And choose to always
LIVE your life!

For choices are what
Makes you, YOU!

Publishing Jimpify’s Second book : Through the Mist

Through the Mist

We at Jimpify Publishing, are very happy and proud to announce the publishing of our second book, ‘Through the Mist’.

1st of September 2017, we are publishing our first collaborative fiction and our second book, Through the Mist.

It has been a wonderful and exciting journey working with all the talented writers, right from the writing of the book till its publication.

About the Collaboration

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative book and an innovative venture to break a common belief and to validate an old saying.

It is a common belief that a story can be spun from only one pen. But ‘Through the Mist’ is a bouquet of stories from a bunch of authors.

The book validates that ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ because a single photograph is the only common link to all the stories of this book.

Yes, a picture is worth a book!

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative fiction book that has brought together five writers from diverse backgrounds. The starting point of the stories is a picture, that has been interpreted by each of the writers differently so that the stories touch many genres and have varied characters.

What is the book About?

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The ultimate love verse!

A #Mahakavi song describing the love of a mother to her child, soulfully rendered by #BombayJayashree

 

Poet: Subramanya Bharathi
Singer: Bombay Jayashree
Movie: Kuttram kadithal
Singers: Rakesh Raghunanthan, Yazhini
Music director: Shankar Rengarajan

சின்னஞ்சிறு கிளியே கண்ணம்மா! செல்வக் களஞ்சியமே!
என்னைக் கலி தீர்த்தே உலகில் ஏற்றம் புரிய வந்தாய்!

chinnanjiRu kiLiyae kaNNammaa! selvak kaLanjiyamae!
ennaik kali theerthae ulagil aetRam puriya vandhaai!

Oh juvenile parrot, my Kannamma! You are the bountiful repository of all the wealth!
You brought me immense happiness and prosperity, you came to elevate my stature in this world!

பிள்ளைக் கனியமுதே! கண்ணம்மா! பேசும் பொற் சித்திரமே!
அள்ளி அணைத்திடவே என் முன்னே ஆடி வரும் தேனே!

piLLaik kaniyamudhae! kaNNammaa! paesum poR sithiramae!
aLLi aNaithidavae en munnae aadi varum thaenae!

You are a sweet child (comparing it to the nectar from a tender fruit), Oh Kannama! You are a golden painting that can talk!
You come dancing unto me so that I would pick and embrace you! Oh Honey!

ஓடி வருகையிலே கண்ணம்மா உள்ளம் குளிருதடி!
ஆடித் திரிதல் கண்டால் உன்னைப் போய் ஆவி தழுவுதடி!

oadi varugaiyilae kaNNammaa uLLam kuLirudhadi!
aadith thiridhal kaNdaal unnaip poai aavi thazhuvudhadi!

When you come running towards me! Oh Kannamma! My heart feels ecstatic  and appeased!
When I see you playfully wandering, my soul comes to hug you!

உச்சிதனை முகர்ந்தால் கருவம் ஓங்கி வளருதடி!
மெச்சி உனை ஊரார் புகழ்ந்தால் மேனி சிலிர்க்குதடி!

uchchidhanai mugarndhaal karuvam oangi vaLarudhadi!
mechchi unai ooraar pugazhndhaal maeni silirkkudhadi!

When I plant a kiss onto your forehead, my pride grows!
When the society applauds and appreciated you, my body is thrilled!

கன்னத்தில் முத்தமிட்டால் உள்ளந்தான் கள்வெறி கொள்ளுதடி!
உன்னைத் தழுவிடலோ கண்ணம்மா உன்மத்தம் ஆகுதடி!

kannathil muthamittaal uLLandhaan kaLveRi koLLudhadi!
unnaith thazhuvidaloa kaNNammaa unmatham aagudhadi!

When I kiss your cheeks, my inner self feels emotionally high (same as that from drinking alcohol) with joy
When I hug you, Oh Kannama! I feel elated!

உன் கண்ணில் நீர் வழிந்தால் என் நெஞ்சில் உதிரம் கொட்டுதடி!
என் கண்ணின் பாவையன்றோ? கண்ணம்மா! என்னுயிர் நின்னதன்றோ!

un kaNNil neer vazhindhaal en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi!
en kaNNin paavaiyandRoa? kaNNammaa! ennuyir ninnadhandRoa!

When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart,
you are the apple of my eyes, Oh Kannamma! isn’t my soul (life) yours!

Language of communication

Few conversations
Are beyond words
And silence
Is as effective
As eloquence
When the communicators
Know to interpret
And understand them!

The unseen Sun

The dawn

As the invisible Sun
Spreads across shine,
It’s indeed impossible
For the dew drop
To hold on to the blade of grass..
As it has lost itself
In totality
To the unadulterated Ray
Signifying a new beginning
Filled with warmth and life!

What did you sow?

I was wondering how to console myself for not being able to post everyday in the past two months. And was feeling not so high and a memory of a past post flashed inspiring me with this idea.

When the hope is in the verge of demise, my posts come to my aid to cheer me up and help me cheer up and move ahead with a renewed vigour. So I do reap the benefits of some scattered seeds of the past. It feels good to know that what I sow was a good seed and the benefits are indeed heartening..

So what are you sowing today?
A happy thought?
A piece of your mind?
Or are you dumping the waste into every corner of life and letting the look back become a peep into litter box?

Beware of what you sow, for that’s what you’re going to reap!

P.S. This is the post I was looking at and feeling better. Feel free to dish out your ideas on both posts.

What lies ahead? 

Is it the end,
Where the path of the past
Bids adieu
As it ceased to exist?

Is it the bend,
Where the path takes
A new turn
As it enters new horizons?

Is this the beginning of
Another new month?
Is this the end as
The year comes to a close?

What was in the past?
Few promises were broken!
Few new promises were made!
And in between life did happen!

What lies ahead?
Isn’t that the billion dollar question?
Blushing blooming buds?
Fragrant fluffy flowers?

What’s out there could be
Seen, heard and felt from there…
But not from here, for
Appearances are deceptive!

So step ahead..
Even if it’s towards an end..
For the road bends and there lies
Another new beginning!

The torch! 

Small Stones (4)-Rain

Would you too like to try this style?

Read Write Live

The rain beat a tattoo on the roof of the car… Misty windows… Damp smells… The cry of a baby in sleep… Chubby red hands wiping away the droplets that come stealing in

What are small stones?

A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small stones encourages you to keep your senses on the “alive and alert” status. Involve yourself with a new set of eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind. This is Mindful Writing at its best.

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Emote

The verdict is out loud and clear! 🙂

Ripples

When the emotion is too full,
They elude the chains of words,
To be confined into absolute terms..

They become color to the blind,
Music to the deaf,
Scream to the mute..

They are felt in the senses,
Takes shape and taste
Depending on the receiver..

The brilliance of emotions
Are only as brilliant as it is
Allowed to be felt..

But when both the hearts
Speak the same language
of emotion beyond words,

They become the touch to blind,
Signs to the deaf,
Punch to the mute..

Now, did you hear,
What I wrote or
What I meant?

Not awaiting the answer,
For I would hear it
When you speak out, at last..

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All the world’s a stage

When the world’s a stage and people are actors, aren’t there masks all around?

A mask is generally considered as something which conceals the original form and gives a new identity to the one who wears it..

I don’t agree with the general definition..

Fine, here’s my view on it..

A basic feature of a human being is that he is capable of multiple personalities at any given point in time..

I consider that every personality is a different face and is capable of different abilities in different forms.. Continue reading “All the world’s a stage”

An educative encounter

“What games did you play at school today?” I asked (in Tamil) the sixth standard boy from our neighbouring farm, situated across the river. He goes to a government high school in the next village. He comes over to our place, often, with his younger sister, who is in fourth standard. They are vibrant children, bustling with activity, helping us with planting saplings and watering them, even on days when we couldn’t visit the farm. Our daughter’s first friends at the village.“We didn’t have any PT period today,” he replied glumly.

“Oh, tell me what games did you play during the class hours?”
“I don’t play any games inside the class…I listen to the teachers”

That made my next question, which was the original intention anyway, easier to shoot.
“So, what did you study at school today?”
“An English poem,” he answered.
“I love poetry. Whose poem was it?”
“…”
“Do you remember any line from the poem?”
“No, I have to see the text book,” the boy was getting jittery.
“Ok , tell me any one word from the poem,” I persisted for a bit more.
“…”
“Do you know what the poem was about?”
“…,” the whiteness of his two large front upper teeth flashed through the uncomfortable smile.
“Does your teacher explain the poem in English or Tamil?”
“English”
I was surprised.
“Do you understand English?”
“No,” the answer came promptly.
“Get me your book tomorrow. I will teach the poem in Tamil.”
He seemed happy.
“Did you read the book that I gave you? Did you understand the stories?” We had presented him with a Tamil story book for his ear-piercing ceremony, held last week.
“Yes,” he cheered up.

Now, his sister chipped in, with some strange actions with her hands:”We didn’t have our regular classes today. They taught us words s*ell.”

I heard it as smell. It didn’t make sense, obviously.
“ka-a-tch. Catch,” she droned with the typical phonics sounds. Oh, she meant ‘spell’.
“Did they teach you spelling? How do you spell catch?”
“C-A-T”
I spent sometime guiding her through “t’, ‘tch’ and ‘catch’.
“Anna, what is the meaning of ‘little’?” she spurted out suddenly.
“Little means ‘kutty’.”
“Kutty?”
“Yes. Can you now tell me what is the meaning of little girl?”
“Girl.”
“No, little girl.”
“….”
“Little means kutty. Girl means ponnu. What does a ‘little girl’ mean? You just have to join the two words,” I repeated in a variety of ways to no avail. Her brother also didn’t have an answer.

“Don’t be shy. Tell the answer boldly,” their father said. He is unlettered but has an extensive knowledge about farming. He is the village priest at a local temple and tills the temple lands. When I had asked him, a couple of hours earlier, if he intended to continue with the education of his children, he had replied in a firm affirmative. I looked at him hopefully.

“Payyannu sollumaa (Say, it is a boy),” he said, feigning confidence.

“No, no. Little girl means kutti ponnu. Now tell me, what does a ‘little boy’ mean?”

After a few more errors, they arrived at kutti paiyan. Then we moved on to little dog, little cat. Finally, they seemed to have got a hang of little-something and rushed happily across the river – dry but for a small stream, overflowing from the check dam.

Thankfully, both these kids are still studying in Tamil medium. I shudder to think of the day when their schools will also be converted to English medium. English is certainly compounding the problems but the problem is not merely with English. We are faced with an entire educational system that alienates the rural children from their surroundings and knowledge systems. More needs to be written on this (and done about this).

But, for now, we, the English speaking elite, can go on belaboring about how we want our kids to compete with these children on a so-called ‘equal footing’ in a ‘meritocratic system’.

 Shared from https://tkan.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/the-road-to-hell-is-paved-with-felled-trees/

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,
The present is the wave beneath your legs,
The future is the wave little away, yet in sight..

Though we might distinguish differently,
They all together makes the ocean..

So does our life..
We are result of past,
Which tints the present and
Which also paints the future..

Though we might believe,
The wave left us to join back the ocean,
It never ceases to come back to you..

The ocean of today,
Holds within beautiful pearls,
As well as waste and dirt..

It presents you either with
A rare precious conch shell,
Or a dirty torn single shoe..

Don’t frown on shoe
Nor grin on the shell..

For it’s just a matter of time..
To reverse itself
Again
Again and
Again..

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

Lose yourself
In the vastness
And beauty of sea and life..

Don’t fret over anything..
Because,
The passed tide and
The ticked time
Could never be brought back,
For all the treasure of
The world and beyond..

Yet, they always give hope,
For a best conch shell
And a mind blowing event,
For the rest of our lives
To treasure and cherish..

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…


A throwback post – Inspired from the post of Darshith’s “From time to time” Thanks for the wonderful post Darshith!! And for the last two lines of this post.. 😉

Where to next? 

Another step,
Another path,
Another adventure,
An Exploration of experience! 

Restoring equilibrium

While being overwhelmed with too much to process, sometimes the simplest of acts restores the equilibrium and helps in dealing with everything else easier!

So what did you do today to make someone smile?

A bump! 

When life was going on
In a monotonous, boring road,
A little bump on the path,
Becomes a step
And changes the path ahead
Forever!

Simplicity!

A tiny flame is enough
to ignite a whole forest..
A simple gesture is enough
to give hope to a waiting heart..

Cloudy thoughts!

A cloud
The image that flashes your mind might range from fluffy white to charcoal black and shades of Orange, red, pink and much more combinations..

But what is a cloud? Just air!
While a cloud passes through you, just a chill you feel..

Yet, the colors, the shapes, the uses… Phew.. a very long list indeed.. Not to include the number of instances it goes through dissection from poets, writers, lovers, best of them all kids..

If nothing tangible as the air could take so many forms and wear that many shades, why don’t we try ourselves, just a little bit to lose ourselves and trust that we could reflect the beauty of nature with its vivid colors?!

To my dearest readers..

Time flies or crawls for the same period depending on what you are measuring it with.

Just awhile back, I was heaving a sigh, for a particular memory of few months back seemed to be very distant. But here I am writing my 300th post and have successfully kept up my new year resolution so far.

For the past few days I almost skip to post anything, I was not even inclined to throwback my old posts or polish those drafts and hit publish. It was so easy to take away the thought of posting anything on blog. And it is surely reflecting in my past few posts.

The one thing that had me and still pushing me to hit the publish everyday is the notification.

I have realised the easiest way to get followers and boost the stats is to devote time in exploring other blogs and the best advertisement for any blog is in the spontaneous comments that you leave across other blogs. It is indeed a very simple proportion. The more you give, the more you get.

But, I have been getting new followers almost everyday and most of them are not ‘follow-back’ followers. While few follow and disappear, few take the follow seriously and leave likes / comments.

Though I have been regular in posting, I have been a very poor follower myself and hardly interact with my fellow bloggers beyond my blog. This is one serious regret I have and I might even dedicate next year just for actually following other blogs.

While I would bother about them next year, let us come back to the present.

I have few wonderful posts to my credit and I will not shy from accepting the praise on those. As well I do acknowledge myself, I have been giving random senseless posts too. They are the forced / last-minute posts, posted just for keeping on blogging.

I do appreciate each and every blogger’s support and trusting me to get-over the crappy posts and publish few more nice posts. Ripples will continue to cause ripples, just for those few kind hearted ones. Thanks is an inadequate words to say to you people.

Do take a bow from me and kind smile for you and some more smiles for you to pass on.. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Happy Blogging!

Where to, next?! 

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

While the whole world
Keeps racing towards..
Same goal for the herds..
Unique goals to unique persons..

One was revolving
In the same spot for ages
With the belief
That’s the destination..

A butterfly flapped its wings
The impact was on the revolving..
The spinning at one point
Wasn’t enough anymore!

The stagnant pool stirred
Started to dribble,
it flew through and over
The stumbling stones..

As it kept flowing through
valleys and mountains,
It nourished few and
Demolished few too..

Yet, it kept it’s course..
When the paths ceased,
It was baffled and doubtful
Of where to, next..

The energy was bubbling..
Couldn’t be contained..
Hence it continued to flow..
And a new path was created!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

Dare or Drift?!

It is said that some come for a season
While some come for a reason..

Whether you like it or not,
They come, stay and love..

You could neither
Drag them in to come,
Bribe them enough to stay nor
Kick them out to leave!

All that is possible is
Hold on with belief
That future would reveal
the reasons for the happenings..

Or dare enough to change,
By stopping to drift with the flow
And start swimming against the tides..

The current may be fierce,
The barriers might be many,

Yet you would know..
The destination you have set,
The distance crossed for that and
The struggles overcome on the way..

The destination is made beautiful
by the search and struggle
For the beauty is in seeking!

So even when the reason fades,
and the season changes,
do hold on to who / what is yours!

Me, the Panda!

I am a big fat Panda
with a fat butt,
flappy hands and
a huge tummy!

Raised to be the Noodle-maker,
Despite dreams of Dragon Warrior!

I am shun down by the masters,
Experts and everyone else,
as the Dragon Warrior..

Yet the belief is the only thing
that let the wheels to be in motion
and never to stop..

The dream hasn’t faded,
Just clouded
and buried inside
multiple mundane chores
and clutters of disbelief..

The clutter and cloud
keeps burying and
needs constant reminder
to clear up and stand back..

When the need comes,
the courage to raise up to the enemy
And the belief in self..
Let that thought not be elusive
in the moments of despair,
in the moments of agony and
in the moments of self-doubt..

When the belief is as strong as
relentless perseverance,
there is nothing to hold me back
and stand between me and my destiny!

For I am not a big fat panda,
but I am the big fat panda!

Request for a post-mortem!

I had a thought just a moment ago..
The moment passed and so did the thought..
The thought might return,
Would the moment return too?

But the thought was it the same?
Coz previously it was original,
Now it is mere repetition..

As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..

Few are ground breaking..
Few just break the head..

Few just stay forever..
Few just disappear like a vapour..

Few eludes the words..
Few eludes from remembrance..

Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..

Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..

Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..

Few are stacked away deep within and taken to grave..
While few are publicised and taken for post-mortem..

So what is your post-mortem report of this thought?!

 

The Creative

When emotions collide
Inside the head,
For it’s controversies
With the heart,

Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..

Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..

Few fights stumble
Without repenting for days
Spoiling those days..

There are other few fights,
For decades, without a trace
To the outsider and yet unending..

While few fights
Pave the way to betterment,
Few are just temporary setbacks..

Few fights spill out
In broad daylight as
Confusion or Resolution..

But those who capture
Them into tangible form
Are called creative &
At times as writers!

I like You!

He: I like you!
Me: WHAT? That is creepy!
We: Just met strangers and the stranger has no prospect of staying on even as an acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: Hmm.. Okay..
We: New acquaintance who has not revealed anything creepy so far, yet without having any prospect of anything more than acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me:😀 Yeah I too kinda like you..
We: Some new friend who has recently got promoted to friend zone.

He: I like you!
Me: Oh really?! I couldn’t have guessed it ever, even with a whole page of notifications of likes and comments of posts from more than year old posts..😛
We: He really likes me and I don’t hate him, yet..😉

He: I like you!
Me: He he he.. Me too dear..😀
We: A good friend where we both like each other platonically.

He: I like you!
Me: [Does a double flip on cloud nine and replies] “Thanks!” with or without a blushing smiley
We: Oh yeah, that’s from crush.

He: I like you!
Me: Shut up dumbo! And just tell where to dig the hole to bury the corpse!
We: That is indeed my partner in crime and shine.

He: I like you!
Me: Is it?! You know it’s the first time you said it? So what should I talk about, to dad for you?!
We: Right guess, that’s my younger sibling!

He: I like you!
Me: (in a panic) What?! Just like? What happened darling? Don’t say ‘we need to talk‘ too!
We: That’s not something I want to hear from my love..😉 I would rather have ‘I love you bit less today’..😛

He: I like you!
Me: OMG!!!! You at last found out that you LIKE me huh? After putting up with me for decades and being part of all my fun moments and also part of the ruin party of all my over-the-top joys?! Btw, I just hate you sweety for just liking me..😛
We: That’s my bestie!!😀


This is one of my favourite post from the past.. Just wanted to get a tiny boost to the stats of this post.. 😛 And of course, I like you too.. 😉 😛 Now let me know your reaction to my ‘I like you‘ to you.. 😉

Pen and paper

Pen over Paper

In Black and White

As the nib dances over the page,
As the ink flows through the pen,
As the emotions drip through the hand,
As the mind empties as the heart speaks out,
As the time ticks by, the paper is filled..

The heart is empty as everything was poured out..
The mind so serene, for the heart isn’t wavering..
A glow is added to the smile in the eyes..
The heart feels content, happy and what not!

Even when the ink fades, the emotion stays..
Even when the paper decays, the smile lingers..
Even when the sender is forgotten,
The message stays..

Let our words outlive the version of our memories,
In the hearts of people around you..
And let those be the sweetest of words,
For the pain of words has no cure, at all..

Relax with Nature – Magnetic Poetry

Relax with Nature

Here is my first attempt at Magnetic Poetry. This is like scrabble, just with words instead of alphabets.. So kindly excuse if that doesn’t even make any sense at all..

This was quite interesting for me and if you are willing to try this, Here is a detailed and lucid explanation of how it works by Mr. Douglas (Elusive Trope) – https://elusivetrope.com/magnetic-poetry-saturday-challenge/

He also hosts a challenge every Saturday and there are many more interesting and much better entries than mine.

Whether participating or not, click those links and have fun.. 🙂 And I hope there are few more poetry around.. 🙂

 

Lost contacts! 

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

Is it while busily running behind,
The wild goose called passion?
Is it while stealthily being buried,
Under the pretense of being busy?

Is it while missing the calls,
And not returning after becoming free too?
Is it while ignoring the nudges and pushes
Of instinct to wish the dear friend on birthday?

Is it while having the phone in hand,
While it rings and listening to the tune
And neither hitting answer nor reject
And not even the text of customary, I’ll call you back?

Is it while knowing pretty well that
Your friend is hiding and not caring to pull them out?
Is it while knowing pretty well that
No one is gonna pull me out and ignoring to push myself?

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

Responsibility vs Passion and a little touch of Harry’s magic

​In the last book of Harry potter series, out of the many decisions he make, the one dilemma that struck me special is the choice between the Horcrux and the Deathly Hallows.

Horcrux is the job assigned to him, as in find and destroy them i.e. His responsibility. Without any clue of what it is, where it is but with the warning of, it’s concealed as any object, could be in any place and it is very highly protected and it might cost him his life and soul. Doesn’t sound so interesting right? Hmm.. That’s his fate..

All the horcrux and hallow in one image! 

(Picture courtesy: https://in.pinterest.com/source/thetudorhouse.tumblr.com)

Now let’s see about Deathly Hallows.. This is Harry’s new found craze and might be called as his passion. He is already in rightful possession of one of the three objects and has been using it for years, has another object concealed in his possession, and has a very good source to find the missing third object..

Now, the dilemma of him.. To go after the seemingly impossible task of finding and destroying the Horcrux or to go after the Hallows and safeguard himself from death as well as attain unique and ultimate power.

Despite all the inclination, he chose Horcrux over Hallows or in other words, his responsibility over passion.

As the story progresses, he seems to be in possession of the Hallows, even before he could accomplish his task to completion! 

Coming back to muggle-world / earth-speak, aren’t we finding ourselves in the diverse roads often? Between passion and responsibility? So can we say that, though we might go after our responsibility, we could also find oneself accomplishing passion too? 

Is it possible in the world without magic? May I take a leap to responsibility and yet find myself growing wings to conquer my dreams?

Random motivation

There are few random lines that stick to us for a long time.. Even after we forget when, where, who said or any such details. But just the idea seems to reiterate and give us hope or happiness or cause sadness.

To me one such line is this: “Whenever you feel demotivated, motivate others”

That is such a deep and valuable lesson for me.

Would be glad to know if you have any such quote or insurance..

Feel my love!

Whether my love is right or wrong,
Whether my love is thorn or flower,
Whether my love is first our last,
My dear friend, feel my love..

Whether my love is sunny or shadowy,
Whether my love is sweet or bitter,
Whether my love is complete or partial,
My dear friend, feel my love..

Whether my love is a sculpture or stone,
Whether my love is feather or dried leaf,
Whether my love is suffering or a sweet pleasure,
With hatred or with liking,
By beating or by hugging (accepting)
Feel my love!

While throwing away all the flowers I give you, feel my love..
While treating away my love letters, feel my love..
While shutting the window that shows my street, feel my love..
Even while you hate every act of mine, feel my love..

Talk a few words to me, just to scold..
My love will get the happiness of success..
Like the speed breaker stone on a fast ride,
Feel my love!

I’m not seeking the boon to be touched by your fingers as a hand fan..
I will live like the (distant) ceiling electric fan..
O beautiful, feel my love..
I’m not wishing to be together like the hands of click at twelve..
I’ll just follow you like the railway line..
O dear, feel my love..

Who is to see, can the twinkling star order so?
When someone comes to cares, would the rose kill?
For me to love you,
Your permission isn’t needed!


The details of the song translated is available here! This song has a bubbly video too.. Hope you like that too!

The butterfly effect!

Yet another day..
Yet another week..
Yet another life..

Life keeps going on..
With the same routine..
With the same mundane chores..

But exactly that much time ago,
In that particular place,
Between those two moments,

A butterfly flips its wings,
A flower glides across,
Yet, the pollen shatters!

And a slight variation happens,
A tiny shift in the plates,
Within the layers of earth!

The old shells are shattered..
The rusty thoughts are scattered..
A better version is the barter!

The caterpillar has grown wings..
The food, the shelter and the self
Almost everything changed!

The core of the heart lived..
Beneath layers of growth
And unnoticeable to the casual eyes..

It need not just crawl..
Now it could fly..
To soar new heights!

New horizons!
New wings!
New me!

Thanks to that butterfly
For the flip of its wings
And for all the ripples it caused..

Which shattered my world..
And along with it,
The obsolete cocoon!

Now each day is anew..
Each moment brimming with life..
Each flip with new ripples..

The old and the new butterfly
Continues flipping their wings..
So what happens next?!

Any more shattering?
Any more shaping up?
Or just a beautiful flight?!

Money can buy Time!

Yes, It does buy you time!
When you can book a flight instead of train, which takes three days to reach the place instead of few hours!
When you can afford a cab/auto instead of the long walk!
When you can order food to be delivered at your doorstep, instead of preparing the dish and later washing the dishes!

But,

The experience and sometimes the life lessons that are taught exclusively in long train journeys are lost along with the numerous people you might meet on the way!
The time taken to contemplate the canopy of trees forming an arch to welcome you and the feel of walking on the red carpet, while walking through a bed of Gulmohar (Flame of the forest) flowers are never available on a cab ride!
The ingredient of love is not added in a food ordered and delivered and also the silly banter and naughty pranks that happen while clearing and cleaning the dishes are simply trashed away with the cartons of delivered food!

So, Time could be bought at a cost. Sometimes it is just a swipe of card or few papers, but at other times, it is love, life, experience, and much more tiny aspects of life, which make a huge difference to the life.

Note: We’re definitely not talking about the emergency situations and like.. Do take it with a pinch of salt!

More smiles!

Beware of what you say! It might come true!!

And something I was joking about has come true and I am seriously super excited and baffled and what not.. 😀

Want to know what’s up?!

Am bound by the unbreakable vow for the next eight days and so just keep waiting, just like me.. 😉 🙂 😛 (I know I am evil in that way :Devilish Grin:)

Actually there is more than one reason to wait for the 16th and there is gonna be an super-excited girl roaming around till then.. 🙂

Am all smiles and here are a few for you to take and spread the cheer around!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

She’s not you!

I am falling in love! With words and with collaborations! The first part was introduced to me as scribble and was advised to forget after reading.. But in line with breaking rules, these lines have travelled deeper and I couldn’t forget it that easily and inversely it has prompted me to add my scribble (which is the second part) to those lines.

An addon
to collaborate;
to cremate;
to celebrate;
to cherish!

Now you are presented the graffiti and you are welcome to add your two cents.. (We could use more than two cents.. So please be generous.. 😛 )

And before I could leave you to enjoy the poetry (and / or to prepare lengthy curses) I request your attention for few more seconds..

The inspiring-heart warming-touché-brilliant piece of poetry (of course, I am talking only about the first part) is penned down by the cool star, Mr. Karthik, the co-author of the blog “Powerful Overflow” Do contact him when in need of touch of liveliness to your life and you would get assured results! (You might watch out the comments section to know more about him.. 😉 But please do stalk him and share your views on his works! 🙂


She’s Not You!

Sad-Lonely-Boy-Drawing-1

She might love me..
More than you ever did.
And shelter my tattered soul
And feed it hope.

But..
Her eyes won’t glint
With the slightest of mischief,
To make me want to live more,
To breathe more.

Her laughter won’t resonate with me,
Like yours did.

Her fleeting glance
Won’t make me feel
The way my heart yearns to.

She won’t be imperfect
In the beautiful way you are.

Because..
She’s not you.
She can never be.

And,
When I say
I love her,
She will look into my eyes
And feel the void in my words.

And, she will know..
That the whole of my heart
Can never be hers.

Because
Beyond the closed doors are
The scribbles and graffiti
You left behind.

The remnants of a past
That you will remember
not for long.

So, go on..
Live your life
To the fullest,
As you’ve always done.

Meanwhile,
Let me pull up a chair
And grab a book.

The life is yours,
The graffiti, mine.

~~~~~~

And with that last line,
I have finished my graffiti
In her heart..

And now she could
Neither open up the graffiti
Just like me,
Nor let life hold her
In the infinite swirl
Of locking up the graffiti,
Just like me..

Hence, she broke open
My closed doors
By sheer persistence
And the faith in her heart and art..

When she broke in,
She tidied the mess of break up,
And started her art,
Which wrapped around
The whole graffiti..

Now my heart is open
For what lingers inside is
The brilliance of art of two hearts!

Yes, She’s not you!
But, she is mine!

Death of Humanity!

A question that keeps running through my mind in the recent times.. Some answer might be of use!

Memories or Moments?!

A throwback post. Thrown back since I stumbled on to the post for some random reason and I fell for the words once again.. So presenting it back to you all, in case you have missed it.. Waiting to hear your thoughts on this..

Do you live in the present or a prison of past?

நிகழ்வுகளின் சிறையில்
நினைவுகளில்
சிறகு விரிக்கலாம்,

நினைவுகளின் சிறையில்
நிகழ்வுகளில்
சிறகு விரியுமோ?
விலகுமோ?

நினைவுகளுக்கும்
நிகழ்வுகளுக்குமான
நித்திய யுத்தத்தில்,
நிந்தனையின்றி,
நிர்சலனமாய் நிற்பதும்,
நீந்தி நகர்வதும்
நிகழுமோ?

நிகழ்வுகள்
நினைவுகளாகும்
நாளிலாவது
நித்தம் நிம்மதி
நிலைக்கட்டும்..
நீடித்து நிற்கட்டும்..

Transliteration

Ninaiva? Nigazhva?

Nigazhvugalin siraiyil
Ninaivugalil
Siragu virikkalaam,

Ninaivugalin siraiyil
Nigazhvugalil
Siragu viriyumo?
Vilagumo?

Ninaivugalukkum
Nigazhvugalukkumaana
Nithiya yuddhathil,
Nindhanaiyinri,
Nirsalanamaai nirpathum,
Neenthi nagarvathum
Nigazhumo?

Nigazhvugal
Ninaivugalaagum
Naalilaavathu
Niththam nimmadhi
Nilaikkattum..
Needithu nirkattum..

Translation

Memories? Moments?

In the prison of present moments,
The wings of memories
Provides moral support..

In the prison of memories,
Will the present moments,
Spreads the wings?
Or suppress the wings?

In the eternal war of,
Memories and
Present moments,
Is it possible
To suppress scoffs,
To be serene and
To swim across?

At least in the day,
When the moments
Becomes memories,
Let life be filled with
Love and peace, and
Let it last forever..

The metamorphosis!

எத்தனை மரங்கள் வளர்ந்ததும்அது காடு?
எத்தனை தூரம் வீழ்ந்ததும் அது நீர்வீழ்ச்சி?
எத்தனை மணற்துகள் சேர்ந்ததும் அது பாலை?
எத்தனை பாறைகள் உயர்ந்ததும் அது குன்று?

எத்தனை பிதற்றலுக்கு பின் மறைந்தது மழலை?
எத்தனை தோல்விகளுக்கு பின் முதிர்ந்தது இளமை?
எத்தனை முத்தங்களுக்கு பின் கடந்தது காமம்?
எத்தனை நிராகரிப்புக்கு பின் பிறந்தது கருணை?

எத்தனை சண்டைகளுக்கு பின் தொலைந்தது பாசம்?
எத்தனை கால பிரிவுக்கு பின் மாய்ந்தது நட்பு?
எத்தனை தளர்தலுக்கு பின் தொடங்கியது முதுமை?
எத்தனை கண்ணீர் துளிகளுக்கு பின் தீரும் துயரம்?

எத்தனை பிழைகளை பொறுத்திடும் தாய்மை?
எத்தனை பொறாமைகளை கடந்திடும் காதல்?
எத்தனை தோல்விகளை துரத்திடின் விடாமுயற்சி?
எத்தனை புகழ்ச்சியில் விளைந்திடும் பிரபலம்?

After how many trees does it become a forest?
After how much height does it become a waterfall?
After how many sand grains does it become a desert?
After how many boulders does it become a hill?

After how many prattle does the infancy fade?
After how many failures does an youngster becomes adult?
After how many kisses does the lust get over?
After how many rejections does the kindness bloom?

After how many fights, did the affection fade?
After how long a gap, does the friendship die?
After how many faltering, does the old-age creep in?
After how many tear drops, does the sorrow stop?

After how many faults, the motherhood wanes?
After how much jealousy, does the love withstand?
After how many comebacks of failures, is that perseverance?
After how much praise, does one become famous?


This poem is inspired from Kabilan Vairamuthu’s poetry given below. I’m still in wonder at the simple beauty of his lines. Hope you enjoy them too..

எத்தனை துளிகளைக் கடக்கும்போது தூறல் என்பது மழை?
எத்தனை பற்கள் முளைத்து வந்ததும் சத்தம் என்பது மொழி?
எத்தனை இதழ்கள் திறந்துகொண்டதும் மொட்டு என்பது மலர்?
எத்தனை உடல்கள் மண்ணில் சரிந்ததும் வன்முறை என்பது போர்?

எத்தனை துளிகளைக் கடக்கும்போது தூறல் என்பது மழை?
எத்தனை பற்கள் முளைத்து வந்ததும் சத்தம் என்பது மொழி?
எத்தனை இதழ்கள் திறந்துகொண்டதும் மொட்டு என்பது மலர்?
எத்தனை உடல்கள் மண்ணில் சரிந்ததும் வன்முறை என்பது போர்?

எத்தனை கீற்றுகள் பரவி நிறைந்ததும் பின்னிரவென்பது காலை?
எத்தனை அணுவில் நாணம் வந்ததும் நட்பு என்பது காதல்?
எத்தனை நரம்புகள் வீறுகொண்டதும் காரியம் என்பது இலட்சியம்?
எத்தனை இதயங்கள் நிமிர்ந்து நின்றதும் புலம்பல் என்பது புரட்சி?

After how many drops we encounter, drizzle is rain?
After how many teeth sprouts, sound is language?
After how many petals germinate, floret is flower?
After how many bodies fall on ground, violence is war?

After how many drops we encounter, drizzle is rain?
After how many teeth sprouts, sound is language?
After how many petals germinate, floret is flower?
After how many bodies fall on ground, violence is war?

After how many beams spread the sky, time past midnight is morning?
After how many atoms of timidity, friendship is love?
After how many nerves get valorous, action is mission?
After how many hearts rise and stand up, lamentation is revolution?

The song, translation and a video is available at Doopaadoo

Who’s dragging?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

Isn’t it easy to be dragged along?
Isn’t it content to be dragging along?

Isn’t it the path of anywhere and nowhere?
Isn’t it the path of somewhere and now here?

Aren’t you the victim to be dragged?
Aren’t you the leader to drag?

Isn’t it hard to resist?
Isn’t it tough to drag?

Isn’t it a drugged state to follow?
Isn’t it euphoria to be followed?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

Regret?!

She gave up
Yet she didn’t regret
For she gave up
Only after giving
Her everything to try

And she realised that
Sometimes, giving up
Everything you could
Is not enough,
For the price
To achieve the dreams are
Far more than
Everything you could!

Saving the savior..

This was the post I posted exactly a year back..

Would I say the same now?

Right now, I’m not being helpful to anyone or even being a very good friend in the past month..

Yet, when I read what I wrote, I feel a surge of pride..

Though I would prefer to be a victim and let others help me to drag, reading back my own words, gives me the push I need to move my lazy self to stand back on my own feet..

And this reminds me of Harry Potter producing his first patronus, to save himself, just with the knowledge that he would be able to do so..

I ask the potterheads to excuse me, when I’m bragging that my blog is indeed a time-turner.. 😛

And it helps me save myself and let me be the victim and savior of myself.. 😉

Now do visit the original post and let me know of your views over comments or owl-post.. 😛


Whom do you really help when you help someone?

Source: Saving the savior..

The sweetest melody!

குறள் 66
குழலினி தியாழினி தென்பதம் மக்கள்
மழலைச்சொல் கேளா தவர் (66)

Kuzhal Inidhu Yaazhinidhu Enpadham Makkal
Mazhalaichchol Kelaa Thavar

‘The pipe is sweet,’ ‘the lute is sweet,’ by them’t will be averred,
Who music of their infants’ lisping lips have never heard [Couplet 66]

The innocence of kids is such a beauty.
The sweetest of the music is indeed the voice of their own kids, as mentioned in the above couplet.

But the voice of other kids is no less..

I have the fortune of being the favorite person for a cute little kid. In a conversation with his mother, I said, how long is he going to be this affectionate, it would eventually fade and when he grows up, he might not even remember me this well..

The reaction of the kid was priceless as he literally closed his eyes in a peculiar way and turned away with anger.

When I felt sorry and said sorry to him, he replied in a sweet way. It’s okay for you to say this once, but never again repeat it!

I was speechless with the sincerity and innocent beauty of it. And here it is recorded for eons to come and I selfishly wish that we stay so for that long.. 😉

Thank You!

I have always believed in ‘What you sow is what you reap’ especially with blogging it was a fact for me..

The more I read and comment on other blogs, the more people I draw in and my blog’s stats and my ego gets a boost.

And the next thing I believed was in the power of tags. The appropriate tag is a lucrative invitation and the post decides whether they stay after they fall in the trap of the tag.

Both these beliefs had been broken in the past few days, when I did not even use a single tag and I have been away from reading other’s blog for few too long weeks / short months..

This is my 200th post and I am not using any tag and dedicating this post to all me lovely followers who make my day by visiting my blog and keeping it alive.

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My hearty thanks to all the silent followers who regularly hit the like button and if possible a bigger thanks to the commenters, who are patient enough to see through the errors / mistakes in the posts and kind enough to drop a comment to help me notice and correct them.

I had bigger plans for my 200th post, but this is what is getting uploaded at the end.. So keep looking out for that special post in the near future..

Thank you all for your wonderful support!

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..

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!

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.

Answering Life

A Throwback post!

The key to a happy life is not about knowing answers to every question that arose in the world..

It’s just about knowing answers to the questions thrown at you..

It is just like another who wants to be a millionaire show, where you are awarded the contentment of a peaceful life at the end of the last question..

Hence, it never matters what all you know.. It only matters whether you know the right answers to those fifteen questions and in the right order..

It also doesn’t matter if you know answers to questions 2 – 15 but not the first one, you get disqualified then and there..

How do you know which question will come at what time?
That’s the riddle and beauty of it..

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The most beautiful way to get to know the right answers: Be alive at the moment, grasp everything around you, through sight, sound, taste, touch and feel them..

It doesn’t help you whether you are a prodigy or the most ignorant person in the world..

How intriguing and interesting life is?

Does she have freedom?

He gave her free play
in a very very vast ground..
He boasted of the freedom,
he gave to her..

She realised her potential,
extending to horizons..
She silently resented her restrictions,
by him for her..

As Close as it Comes!

Isn’t it enough that I let you see
Isn’t it enough that that I have let you see me bleed
As long as I allow you to share

Isn’t it enough for you to just care
I will not ask you to dwell inside my life’s shell
Nor ask you to share my personal hell

It is mine and mine alone
Perhaps the only thing I possess
The only thing that I own.

Isn’t it enough that I bare my soul
Isn’t it enough that you know I’m not whole
As long as I trust you enough to let you see me

Isn’t that enough for you to let me be me
I can not allow anyone else to live in my shell
Nor allow any to share my personal hell

It is mine and mine alone
Perhaps its the only thing I possess
That No one  can lay a claim on

Isn’t it enough that I see your needs
Isn’t it enough that I see your deeds
Isn’t it enough to show you I care

Without crawling in and sharing your lair
One we are
One we will be

It is the only thing we own
Let it be enough that I allow you inside to see
How I decorate my own home


This is another re-blog post. I re-blog when I like the thought and the way it is presented. But this re-blog is purely for the following reason – The moment I read, I started wondering why didn’t I write out this thought.. But I wonder whether I could ever write it this good. Hence, instead of using it as inspiration, here is the same post..

I should be mentioning the author right.. The author is my longest follower and my initial followers are only through him. He keeps wondering why in his blog, and I keep wondering why am I blessed with such good people. Must be some good deed I have inadvertently done in the past.. 😉

I would be requiring more than a footnote to describe this oxymoronic-sharp-witted brother of mine, William. I would rather suggest that you follow him and ponder over his thought-provoking posts.. 🙂

(I have taken the liberty to format the post as I would like to see it Bro.. Sorry if it is not to your liking)

One step at a time!

There are millions of could-have-been
There are zillions of could-be
But things happened and will happen
In only one possibility.

There is not a single possibility
To change the past,
Unless I have a time turner,
Which I doubt I am not gifted with.

But there is a way to change the past
Not what has happened,
But how it is told and retold as.
For I could change that.

I could mourn and
Let the past and present be,
Just a failure and continue to be so,
For the eons to come and be forgotten

Or I could start shaping my future
Into dazzling successes and keep
Adding so many feathers to my cap
So the past becomes insignificant.

The smaller worries are forgotten,
When a bigger one enthrals.
The same theory fits to success,
For the life is always viewed backwards.

When I look back and have failures,
I feel disappointed and broken
But when I look forward and see the possibilities,
I feel encouraged to take just one more step..

One step at a time,
And consistent forward steps,
Even with all the detours,
I will hail my flag at my destination, for sure!

Are you Listening?!

The invent of Internet is a boon and is ensuring the betterment of lives, in so many ways to numerous people. Though, the Internet is not ‘the best’ invention of the humankind, but definitely one of the most important invention which touches many people’s daily living in an unfathomable manner.

There is a tiny drop of goodness, even in the worst evil, and as well, there is a tiny drop of evil, even in the best invention.

So what is the evil hiding in this?
To know the evil, take a closer look at the goodness it brought to us.

Sitting in an inconspicuous surrounding, I could talk about anything and everything.
I could speak up and create my own platform, when every other door seems to be closing.
I could write up and reach people across the world, when the recognition in the local arena is an impossibility.
I could find the niche people, who have quirky taste as mine, indulge and take the insanity, a notch higher.
I could publish documentation on some cruelty happening in this corner.
I could learn what happens in another little corner of the world.
This has brought the world to your fingertips.
Gives an illusion that anything and everything is possible, with just few gadgets and clicks / touches.

(Though, I still believe, it could ever bring, only a part of the world, and not the whole, for, the real life is still happening, without the nuances and nuisances  of the mighty internet, and it sure looks beautiful, heart-warming and content.)

Now, what created such an illusion?
Though, the recipients of the information is on the hike, the main reason is the possibility of giving away, information, to whomsoever, it may concern.

The freedom of speech!

Though you can comment on the gibberish I post, you can’t stop me from posting the gibberish (Of course, unless, you have certain special forces on your side!)

You started reading it and now you can’t unread it.

Now, since you have been with the post for this long, you would continue reading the rest of this too.. If you plan to stop reading, right here, just be warned that the rest of this post is especially for people who think like you!

Good, you are still here. So what was I saying about?
The Gibberish.. No no.. That’s over. Here’s the continuation..

If you have come here from the reader or social networks, the excerpt just challenged you to read the post till the end.
The post started with the accolades of the internet.
Then took a turn and you were listening to some gibberish (Hope, you are not skimming the post)
Now, there is a warning, that the rest is going to reveal something more.

Here is that ‘more’!

You are still here, but just assume, that you stopped reading this after the first part or somewhere after that.
Then, You would have never known that, this post is not just about praising the uses of internet, or my personal ramble to you or even about reading contents just for a challenge in the excerpt.

This is to show a live example, that the success of Internet will never be with the sender, unless there is a receiver for the message sent.
This is also to explain that, What you see from certain parts, is never the whole story.
This is to tell you that, in spite of reading this post till now, please don’t take the words as is and rather get to the meaning behind it, than the silly rambles.
This is to remind you or have the privilege of introducing this wonderful couplet to you.

எப்பொருள் யார்யார்வாய்க் கேட்பினு மப்பொருள்
மெய்ப்பொருள் காண்ப தறிவு. (423)

epporuL yaaryaarvaayk kaetpinum apporuL
meypporuL kaaNpa thaRivu. (423)

Whatever whoever may say, wisdom is to
comprehend the true meaning of it. [Couplet 423]

In the world, where the speakers has increased, now it is in the wisdom of the reader / receiver to distinguish gibberish and gems.

Stop spreading the gibberish and share the gems. For there are many unexplored treasures lurking in every corner of this vast world. And we could have a better day without listening to stupid, defaming, derogatory gibberish and rather enjoy the gems and spread smiles across the world.

Life is even more beautiful, when the garbage is thrown out of our surroundings, as well as our heart and mind.

Be wise! Live Happily!! And Don’t forget to share the smiles and your views in the comments!!!

Lost and Found

Have you ever felt lost?

No, Not the kind, where you are stranded in a place, where they speak a different language or you don’t know how to reach a specific address kind..

But, standing amidst a group of people, who know details more than your name and who you are and in few cases much more than what you want them to, yet, feel like being lost..

Have you ever felt so even with people, whom you used to call as friends, or worse, best friends?

If you answer it as yes, I am terribly sorry for you. But the next question is just for you.

Have you ever gotten back to being best friends after a gap of being strangers??

Yes?! That is the heavenly feel I am talking about..

The falling apart is so gradual that you don’t even feel the pain of parting, but it comes down as a crash someday, when you both are sitting next to each other like old times, but nothing else is like old times.

The silences are no more comfortable, and leaves both of you wondering, what did I do wrong?
The easy conversations lack the flow and they are revolving just around common topics..
Talks about the nuances of the workings of things beyond the stars are just history..
Finishing the line happens, only to prove how opposite the thoughts are..
What we think as what the other likes, are not right anymore..
The sync which was existing in the thought levels has vanished like a vapour and even the spoken conversations doesn’t make any sense anymore..

With all such differences existing, the factor is surprisingly not visible and the differences doesn’t keep you at end of daggers either.. It is just the time and the environment playing its role, as a by-product of leading our lives to our own destinies.

As life keeps you separated in space and thoughts for a long while, the good old times, come back as the admonishing granny, keeping the toddler in control, from eating way too many sweets. The granny, throws away all the time and space and arranges for a chance meeting on an unexpected spot, at a totally unexpected place.. Yet, the need of the hour for one of them.

The unplanned meeting makes you forget the awkwardness and you both get back into sync as if there were no deviations and no gaps ever in the friendship.

And there’s a little more beauty to it, when just the meeting of the dear old friend, has lifted the spirits of both and has reminded each other of their own strength. For few people could boost your morality, just by their mere presence and even without uttering a single word!

Have you ever experienced such boost to yourself? Do let me know with your comments..

Paradise Lost

கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான்..
I don’t remember where I heard this first time, but I’m so grateful for the one who introduced me to this line..

What’s it about this line?
Transliteration – kaNNilaan peRRizhandhaan..
Translation – A blind person, got sight and lost it back..
Conceived by – Kamban
Verse – 325 of Kamba Ramayanam

This is an epitome of agony and pain undergone by a person at times of loss..

Context:
The mighty king Dasarathan was blessed with his children after several prayers..
He was asked, of his son Rama, to be of service, to a hermit in the forests, a hazardous job for a Prince..
The mentality of the king is portrayed as that of a blind, who had enjoyed the blessings of the vision and has gone back blind..

Why the line pops into my mind and blows me off every time?
The loss could have been described in so many ways..

Why not simply say that as a person gone blind?
When one is gifted with vision at birth, it’s taken for granted..
But if one is born blind, he would have an thirst for vision..
The gift of vision can only be contemplated at it’s best, only by a blind..
He treasures the power of vision..
When the sight is taken back, he simply has to return to his former state..

When a person is born with vision and has gone blind in between, has to learn a new way of complementing his visionary power..
But for a person born blind, that’s his natural state..
He evolves and grows with the absence of vision..

So isn’t it easy to restore to someone’s natural state?
What’s the harm in it?

The person could have led his whole life without vision and even could have achieved something in his life..

It’s always easier to acquire, grow, multiple the resources we start with..
As the resource grows, the person evolves along..
But when the resources begin the downfall, there’s no going back of the evolution..

The evolution is like carvings on a stone..
When the resources are taken back, it shatters the heart into shrapnel..
You could live with a blank stone, but not with a shattered piece..
Whether the person stays still or move forward, it hurts the person..

Nothing ever could heal the hurt of the heart..
Even if someday the vision is once again restored, still the void, the pain exists..
Nothing could ever conceal it from one’s own conscience..

A few of you might have experienced this:
Desired something for so long,
thought about it day and night,
gone in search of that treasure with all your heart,
Foregoing every other pleasure for it,
Dedicated the mind, heart and soul for it,
And the success knocks on your door..

The happiness is just divine and is something to be felt and could never be put into words..

Then comes the tragedy,
Even before you could completely embrace your happiness,
The result of success is to be borrowed,
Not a giveaway, Not distorting it,
Just a borrowing,
Still you know the usage by the borrower might lead to anything…
You may or may not get it back,
You might not be the same without it again,
You are to relinquish the treasure voluntarily..

That’s the exact feel of
கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான்..

எண்ணிலா அருந்தவத்தோன் இயம்பிய சொல் மருமத்தின் எறிவேல் பாய்ந்த
புண்ணிலாம் பெரும் புழையில் கனல் நுழைந்தால் எனச் செவியில் புகுதலோடும்
உண்ணிலா வியதுயரம் பிடித்து உந்த ஆருயிர் நின்று ஊசல் ஆடக்
கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான் என உழந்தான் கடும் துயரம் காலவேலான்

(கம்ப.328)

The Divine Ride!

National highway,
With the best road,
Without a single hitch,
In between cities
Roads bordered with
Trees on both sides..

No street lights
No tiny lights
From distant homes
And highway shops..

An empty road
Hence no light
Even in mirrors..

The wind in the face
And the pull of hair..
By the air,
Scented with
Petrichor..
Yeah,
the smell of
Rain on mud..
And,
Moistened
With drizzle..

Even with
My not-so-fast bike,

I felt like
I’m the centre
Of a vast universe
That revolves
Around me
And just for me..

Just me,
My bike’s head light,
And few metres in sight..

Sounds heaven?

It’s not yet complete..
A little kiddo
In the pillion
Hugging me tight
So my back
Becomes pillow
And the breeze
Becomes lullaby..

It’s the trust..
To sleep
On a highway travel
On a bike..

Words fail me!!

THAT is divine!!

PS:
I couldn’t let the kiddo sleep for safety purpose and as for helmet, mine was drenched before I started my ride, so please do excuse that since we are safe back in home..


This is a raw and unedited version of what I scribbled down in one go after a road trip, six months ago. This one has no imaginary exaggeration or fiction in any way. Just raw emotion. When I read back, it reminds me of the beautiful trip and I couldn’t edit it to any better for now. Did you like it?

Running through life

Life is a running track, with multiple events happening on the same ground.. Few run for 100 metres, few for 500 metres.. Even few run for slow running race..

The problems arise only when people start comparing themselves with others.. Not everyone realises what others are running for..

A person competing in slow running compares himself with a Relay runner.. It’s just stupid and is understood only by the ultimate viewer, the Life..

As long as everyone runs his race sincerely, everyone gets the opportunity to win his own race.. But since you waste your time with the wrong person, you lose your prize and no one else loses anything by it..

Just focus on your own track, a beautiful gift is waiting at your own end line.. 🙂

My elixir for happiness!

There’s a beauty in the innocence. There’s a desire in most of us to go back to childhood days just to enjoy that freedom..

When we could get that happiness, just simply by being honest and living in the present, why are we not being child-like and enjoying our life?

Everyone wants to be happy, content or at the very least, not be sad and worried.. Yet it’s inevitable in the scheme of life to be happy all the time and the same goes for sadness..

There are few things which always drags us out of our sadness and set us back in to better time..

My best elixir is a good conversation with friends and some music..

What’s yours?

What we do?

Who would make you feel more privileged for being even an acquaintance?
The one who shouts loud and long for a single step forward or
The one who silently carves a master piece and goes on with the next work?

If you say, the artist, How many times have you stopped to look at the work and appreciate the work of artists, not shouting out?

Is it still right to believe, in this era, that the scent of flower, sells the flower, rather than the false flashy ads for make-look flowers?

Do we have the time to say a simple word of kindness or genuine appreciation or just a simple smile for those who still believes in selling the flowers, without the ads?

If we don’t do it now, we might be losing the natural scented flowers eventually to the not so natural ones..

What sails my boat!

I was fiddling with this post, when I realized I was just babbling and scribbling. So went over to reader and was picking posts for reading randomly.. And that’s when I landed up on the so logical justification for following pessimism as one’s way of defense by a little doll with glasses.

The example stated for explaining made me nostalgic and reminded me of my way of thinking in the past and now.

Once, not too long ago, I too was so certain of failing in my head, even when I’ve been putting up some top class efforts, with pretty decent and at times good results. This has helped me from any possible heart breaks. But now I’ve crossed a bit from that place, and when I look back, the perspective differs widely.

I feel that I’ve been restricting my talents and my possibilities with all the what-if and what-would-be happening just in my mind. I’ve never stepped out of my comfort zone, for I was busy saving my ship from wrecking in the storm, by not sailing in the high seas at all.

Now, I wish to think, I’m wiser with the thought, it is better to sail and sink, rather than, stay and stink.

I was slowly getting used to this idea, and I read the book “Journey is my Path” during such transition. And there is a chapter around the end of the book, which just assured me, I’m traveling in the right path to overcome my fears. Fears- yes, not just pessimistic attitude, because that is just one of the many colourful names and excuses, I have been saying out. When you cut through all that crap, what lies in the core is just the fear, in its primal form. (So that’s one of the reason, that made me love this book so much 😉 And it’s a pity I could not choose just few lines to quote, as the whole chapter is very dear to me.. 😉 )

So where I stand, right now, could be summed up as, I still think of all the what-if and what-would-be only to make sure that, they aren’t surprise attacks and to get prepared for all those scenarios. And thus the life has become more cheerful and there’s a contentment at heart. Because, I know I’ve prepared for all possible outcomes and have done everything that is to be done by me.

And I have realised that, fretting over the outcome is just a rocking chair, which keeps me in motion without moving me forward. So I chose to just give out what I can in the present and neither get struck in the past or lose myself in silly imaginations. This seems to workout so well for me, as I have more smiles on my face and have a boost to my courage to face the consequences of my acts..

Choosing what suits is the best solution for smiling and spreading the smiles.. 🙂

The pioneer

If you don’t find what you are looking for, start giving them out. Because someone somewhere is just searching like you.

You would very rarely be guided or be given what you are looking for. But you are not the only one looking for that particular thing. You do know the joy of receiving exactly what you need and when you need. Be that help to someone else.

Never ever second guess whether you are capable of it. You are giving out something which is non existent. So you are the best. But will it be the best forever?
Only if you keep updating yourself and keep running that race.

Do you wanna be the winner or pioneer? Start as pioneer and end as winner!!

The Observer!

The Observer

And here I am,
Looking around and knowing;

Who loves their coffee,
Who drinks for thirst of it,
Who gulps it without tasting,
Who enjoys the company better
than their coffee,
Who ignores the coffee,
Coz they were lost
In the eyes of the company..

 

Yet,
I enjoy my coffee
In every sip,

Inhaling the aroma
deep enough
To fill every pore of my lungs,

Tasting the flavor
long enough
To indulge every taste bud,

Relishing the twirls
not so long enough
But just enough
To know every direction
The liquid flows
With every little stir,

Holding the cup
just in the way
To let the warmth
spread through the palm
And add warmth
To the heart,

Still the mind,
Eludes and wonders
At some rare times,
Who observes
This observer?

What prevents a plan’s success?

What is success?
The GoogleLord says, “the accomplishment of an aim or purpose.”

What is the aim or purpose?
Of course, it differs from person-to-person as well as from task-to-task.

So could we generalise it?
Let’s try, Mostly, we start doing a task either voluntarily with all our heart or just out of compulsion of various factors.

Yet, irrespective of the cause, we have a compelling desire to succeed with the task we do. We rarely set to work with the notion to fail, unless you are competing against a kid.. Still there you are succeeding by letting the kid win, which is the purpose of competing with the kid..

So, did you notice that two people doing the task of playing together have completely different motives and hence it is a win-win for both involved?

Fine, let us move on to complicated things now..
Complication is again a matter of perspective and depends on the person’s level of expertise on that matter.. Yup, it doesn’t depend on age, education but experience and the knowledge of using it effectively with the need of the hour.

Anyway, moving on to things which need expertise of some level..

What do we do, if it is a task we take up voluntarily?
We put our heart and soul into it and work tirelessly till we get satisfied with the outcome or till we are torn apart from it by various factors..
Fine, that is the best way to do anything and there is no more to discuss upon it right now..

Then are we wrapping up?
Not yet.. 😛

Right, You got a task to do and are committed to it..
So, are we on to success right away?
Still No..

Why is that?
Simply because there are too many factors affecting us due to us being social animals and every other non monumental and trivial reasons affecting a plan for your success..

Now let us stop saying lies to ourselves and answer this..
Are they the real reasons preventing us from success?
Are you sure that they are not silly excuses?
Are they all always that hard to break through?
If we put little more, just a little more effort, can’t we achieve it??
Just one more try?

Isn’t there a tiny voice inside your head murmuring, atleast a maybe, even if it is not a loud Yes?

So what really stops us, from going that extra mile?
Brace yourself and accept this!
YOU and Your Thoughts!!

Have we not done almost miracles, just because we really wanted it?
That is what I am repeating..

Here is a quote to justify this big ramble..

வினைத்திட்பம் என்ப தொருவன் மனத்திட்பம்
மற்றைய எல்லாம் பிற. [திருக்குறள் 661]

Transliteration: 
Vinaiththitpam Enpadhu Oruvan Manaththitpam
Matraiya Ellaam Pira

Translation:
Execution focus lies in the resolve of the mind;
all else is secondary. [Couplet 661]

Hope the translation says it all!

 

 

The Oxymorons!

No Bro, it is not about you.. Now be at peace and continue with my most favourite post’s translation.. This original post was published in Tamil very long ago and yet got its first like just yesterday.. Since I am too fond of this, I am giving it a makeover in English.. And if this post has put a smile on your face, do record it on comments and spread the cheer.. 🙂


The Oxymorons!

There are some noises
Which defies the term noise..
The lapping of waves of the ocean
Does not disturb the serene silence..

There are some mistakes
Which looks poetic to our thoughts..
A toddler teaching the parent
Does become much more than a kid..

There are some silences
Which are deafening..
The silence in lovers’ tiff
Does belong to part of their conversation..

There are few poetic things
Which look utterly wrong..
The insults from a dear friend
Does never ever mean insults to either..

Are these due to
Wrong Words,
Wrong Meanings,
Or Wrong Interpretations?

These unanswerable questions
Are like the tides of the ocean,
They make us admire,
They become the content of poetry..

Yet,
The answers are never revealed,
Just as the tides never rest!


 Transliteration

muRaiyum muraNnum

sila OsaigaLum
nisabthamaai kaetkum..

alai kadalin
iRaichal yenO
sapthanNGaLil saervathe illai..

sila kaatchi piZhaigaLum
kavithaiyaai thOndRum..
thaGappansaamiyaai maaRum
kuZhanthaiGal yenO
kuZhanthaiGalaai therivathe illai..

sila mounanGalum
pAeriraichalaai kaetkum..
Oodal paesidum
mounam yenO
mounathin inam saervathe illai..

sila kavithaiGalum
kaatchip piZhaiyaaga theriyum..
nAesamiGu natpin
kObam yenO
kObathil saervathe illai..

ivai chorkutRamaa?
porutkutRamaa?
alla
paarkum paarvaiyaaLanin kuttRamaa?

vidaitheriyaa
intha kaeLviGaL
aaZhiyin chella alaiGal pola..
rasikka vaikum..
kaviporuLaaga maaRum..

aanaal yenRume
vidaiyum therivathillai..
alaigaLum Oyvathillai..


 முறையும் முரணும்

சில ஓசைகளும்
நிசப்தமாய் கேட்கும்..
அலை கடலின்
இறைச்சல் ஏனோ
சப்தங்களில் சேர்வதே இல்லை..

சில காட்சிப் பிழைகளும்
கவிதையாய் தோன்றும்..
தகப்பன்சாமியாய் மாறும்
குழந்தைகள் ஏனோ
குழந்தைகளாய் தெரிவதே இல்லை..

சில மௌனங்களும்
பேரிரைச்சலாய் கேட்கும்..
ஊடல் பேசிடும்
மௌனம் ஏனோ
மௌனத்தின் இனம் சேர்வதே இல்லை.

சில கவிதைகளும்
காட்சிப் பிழையாகத் தெரியும்..
நேசமிகு நட்பின்
கோபம் ஏனோ
கோபத்தில் சேர்வதே இல்லை..

இவை சொற்குற்றமா?
பொருட்குற்றமா?
அல்ல
பார்க்கும் பார்வையாளனின் குற்றமா?

விடைத்தெரியா
இந்த கேள்விகள்
ஆழியின் செல்ல அலைகள் போல..
இரசிக்க வைக்கும்..
கவிப் பொருளாக மாறும்..

ஆனால் என்றுமே
விடையும் தெரிவதில்லை..
அலைகளும் ஓய்வதில்லை..

The Leap or Weep of a frog!

This is just a hypothetical story!

Take a pan of plain water filled half way. Drop a live frog into it. Let it be there for a while to get it settled. Now keep the pan on stove with the frog for heating. Let the heat rise slowly. The frog will still be settled in and not suspecting of your murderous plan. As the heat level increases, very slowly, the frog begins to realize and it will still find ways to be within the pan and start to adapt to the mild heat. At some point, it would even get cozy and well settled. As the heat builds higher and higher, the dumb lazy frog still wriggle and stay in. Only when it becomes totally unbearable, it starts to leap out. But the heat had already taken its toll from the frog and the strength to leap has evaporated!

I stop my story there, so you could either let the poor frog live or let the water to boil further and watch it die.

The following is not so hypothetical!!

What has made the frog suffer?
Did I hear your mind voice saying, the cruel heating the pan with the frog?
Oh, dear friend, why would you blame yourself?
It was an open pan and there were no other restraints on the frog. Let you wash off that non-existent guilt.
So what is the reason then?
The frog had the opportunity to jump off, when you started to heat it. It relished and relaxed in it. It never foresee the trouble nor doubt its ability to jump. It is the sheer miscalculation of the situation and self.

Since I hear your mind voice accepting to this fact, let’s move on to the final part.

Frog in Water

The frog in the water or Cat on the wall?

Now we are gonna role play.

The pan accepted to be the comfort zone.
The water is to play the pressures of wealth, health, physical and otherwise.
While the heat graciously accepted to be the time factor along with situational changes.
Now we need a player for the frog.
Since you have been reading through this story looking for something or just killing your time, you are unanimously chosen to be the frog.

Dear chosen one, now it’s you in the pan and the water is heating up. Are you gonna relish the gradual change while ignoring the threat, or gonna leap out of the pan before your strength becomes your weakness?

Dear frog, go leap now,
Out of the comfort zone
And achieve your dreams,
Rather than weep later
Losing the strengths!

What makes friends closer?

We meet people either physically or virtually.
Few are strangers even after we have been seeing them for the past decade.
But there are strangers, who become our friends, just within hours or just a few posts..
Here are few awesome people I could proudly call as friends though I have not meet them in person or even know how they look.
For friendship is not in the number of meets and chats we have with the person.
It is a mutual feeling, like-mindedness and the respect for the other person.
The time, distance, gender, age, generation, country, religion or whatever becomes just a background noise for the friendship is between the minds and hearts and nothing else matters.
Also, the closeness we feel with the friend is not tainted by these background noise.

There are 134 words explaining that closeness is related only with feeling, and no other factor plays any role. The same is explained in seven words as

புணர்ச்சி பழகுதல் வேண்டா உணர்ச்சிதான்
நட்பாங் கிழமை தரும். (785)

Translation (Source):

Not association constant, not affection’s token bind;
‘Tis the unison of feeling friends unites of kindred mind.

This is the one couplet that flashes my mind every time I think of my friends from blogosphere. Hence, this one is dedicated to my dear friends I came across through blogging.. 🙂

Wondering what next!

I am not a person with strict timetable to lead or follow..  Yet, I always had at least the rough road map and the general idea on where I am going.. But now I feel lost in the woods without a map to follow!

I committed to write a post every single day!!

What a stupid commitment.. That is what my mind is repeating since I thought of writing the post for today. Because, I am already getting lost on what to write..

It is then I remembered a quote from somewhere.. If you don’t know what to say, when you are before an audience, go with what is troubling your mind first..

See, that really works! Now it feels like I could enjoy the adventure of discovering the forest, even if I am lost, as long as I don’t lose my spirit of adventure!

That’s it for today folks.. Let’s meet on the next leg of adventure tomorrow!

 

சத்தியம் ~ The promise

Scroll Down for the Translation!

 

சத்தியம்

நம் வாழ்வில்
எத்தனையோ சத்தியத்தை
அனுதினமும் கடக்கின்றோம்..

அவற்றுள் பல
கடந்தும் கரைந்தும்
தொலைந்தேப் போகும்..

எனினும் சில
நிதமும் நினைவாக
நிகழ்ந்தே தொலையும்..

சத்தியத்தின்
சப்தம்
சன்னமான முனகலா?
சதிராட்டத்தின் துவக்கமா?

காலச்சக்கரம்
மட்டுமே
அறிந்த
இரகசியம்!

சத்தியத்தை
சத்தியமாக
செய்ததும் என்
விதியோ?

சதியின்
சத்திய வாக்காக
நிலைத்த வாக்கு..

நான் உன்னை
நீங்க மாட்டேன்..
நீங்கினால்
தூங்க மாட்டேன்..

உணர்வுகள்
மறித்து மறைந்தும்
உறக்கம்
மட்டும்
எட்டா கனவாய்
சத்தியத்தால்
சத்தியமாக
தொலைந்துப் போனது..

Translation:

The Promise

There are many promises
We come across
In our day-to-day life..

Most of them
Are forgotten or looked over
And eventually lost..

Yet, there are few,
That shapes our life
By being ever persistent
In the thoughts..

Is the sound
Of the promise
In the thoughts
A gentle groan?
A thunderous start?

That is a secret
Known only to Time!

Is it my fate or fault
To promise and
To keep the promise?

The fate itself
Seems to have promised
To keep that promise!

The Promise:
I won’t leave you!
If left,
I won’t fall asleep!

Though
The reason
For the promise
Faded and died
The Promise
Lives through
By stealing my sleep!!

 

PS: Thanks for reading through till this and it really matters to me. Now may I trouble you for a small favour? Please drop in a word in the comments on whether you would like a translation or not..

PPS: For the very dear people who read both the versions, kindly ignore the liberty I have taken in the translation as the intention remains the same..

Hallows and horcruxes of muggles

Every Tom, John and Harry does certain things.. But not every Tom becomes to be the Voldemort and not every Harry becomes to be the Harry Potter.. Yet it’s surprising that each and every one of us has a bit of Voldemort and Harry Potter within us..

I’m going to shock you further that each of us has our own Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows.. Yes, just not one, but many.. Wondering how? Read on further..

First, what is a Horcrux?
It is created by splitting one’s soul into fragments and securing them in objects or living things outside one’s self.. As long as there is a live Horcrux, the person can never die..

Fine, How is it created?
As mentioned in the Harry Potter series, it’s created by killing with vengeance or pure hatred..

Oooh.. Then how come we do have multiple Horcruxes? ?

This Horcrux I mention is a bit different and is not caused by vengeance or hatred.. And the Horcrux I mean is mostly persons, rather than objects..

Hmmmm.. So how’s it created?
With every heart felt, tummy aching, teary eyed laughter..

When you do share such happiness with someone, they become your best friend and your Horcrux.. As long as there is one such best friend, your soul could never ever die.. You do live upon forever in their memories..

Further more important is that, when your life seems to be in a complete mess in a dark hole, where there is not a single ray of hope, this Horcrux helps you survive the toughest of time.. It won’t throw light and make you whole again, yet it let’s you survive..

So, what makes you uplift from the darkest of time and gives you a happy immortal life? The Deathly Hallows

What are the Deathly Hallows?
It’s the collection of three objects that could cheat death.. The Elder wand, The Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak..

That sounds too magical to lay down on day-to-day life.. Yet it’s just out there, at some distance, that could be very easily reached out..

The Elder wand
This has the ultimate power and could do anything, the master commands it to..
It’s nothing but our own mind.. It’s always at your command awaiting to shape your future as you will it to be..

The Resurrection stone
This resurrects the dead back to life..
So does our memories.. A moment of joy lingering in the mind, does splatter at least a tiny smile, with every hint of the memory..

The Invisibility cloak
This shields the wearer from other’s vision..
Is that not just another mask? Wear up a smiling mask and thus you have successfully covered up your inner turmoil..

If one gathers all the three Hallows, he becomes powerful enough to overpower death..
If one could gather the three Hallows of our muggle world, one would eventually become the master of life..

Go search for your Hallows, and let your soul be surviving and thriving with the Horcruxes..

Keep Smiling and keep eating chocolates, to ward off the weariness of anxiety and restlessness of the daily chaos called life..

Happy living!! 😀

Few words I grow upon!

The last part of this quote series  is from persons I admire, adore, respect and also cherish my life with. They are from my dear friends.

There is something to
Learn from everyone.
From few How to,
From others How not to!

This is one of those precious words that changed my perspective on life. This made me look again at my life from a third person’s perspective and it has been paving way for many solutions. Since we always are the better judge in others’ problems rather than to our own personal problems.. 😉

..Just start doing things that you like.
One day out of these things you like to do,
you will find the things that you will LOVE to do..

Trablogger

He is the author of the book  Journey is my path. And he happens to be my friend too. This is one of my favorite lines in his book. Advice is the most boring thing to listen, only when they ask you to do what you are not willing to do. Since this just says to unleash yourself, it seems to make a lovable advice and something which I am following.
And my fellow bloggers can acknowledge that starting up a blog in here is one of the best things we ever did. Starting a blog was a whim. But today it means lots more than an act of simple whim.
Because the blog we started, since we liked, is shaping our lives in ways more than we could have ever dreamt of!

You can!

This is one of the common phrases, but why am I quoting this and attributing it to one specific persons’ words?
Haven’t we all heard of that one bestfriend who knows us pretty well and sometimes better than us? And haven’t we all have heard of the deep self pity, where we have lost all our hopes of lifting ourselves up?
This two simple syllables  from such a friend has the power to get you back to the surface and even above it.
Just the trust from someone who cares about us, along with some tender love and care could cure most problems of self-destruction.
Try being that dear friend and let the world be better with few more  smiles and cheers!

A slice of my secret for moving forward!

I’ve been pushed to think about my favourite quotes and thereby a look into my life, by the nomination for the three-day three-quote, by my new friend Jennifer, who had been stopping by my blog and offering nice compliments to me. She is an amazing person, doing some amazing work.. Do drop by her blog to enrich yourself a shade deeper.. 🙂

As for the task rules, please refer to her post. For I’m too fond of breaking the rules.. 😛 So I broke the rule of nominations mentioned therein, but please feel free to nominate yourself and share your favorite quotes.. 🙂

Here are the quotes for the day from my most favorite authors Bharathiyaar, Paulo Coelho, Me (I don’t have to be famous or even fabulous for being my own favourite, you know.. :P)

Moving on to the quotes, there is a translation for the Tamil, like most of my posts and there’s also a note on why and what makes it special to me. Hope you enjoy them.. 🙂

தேடிச் சோறுநிதந் தின்று – பல
சின்னஞ் சிறுகதைகள் பேசி – மனம்
வாடித் துன்பமிக உழன்று – பிறர்
வாடப் பலசெயல்கள் செய்து – நரை
கூடிக் கிழப்பருவ மெய்தி – கொடுங்
கூற்றுக் கிரையெனப்பின் மாயும் – பல
வேடிக்கை மனிதரைப் போலே – நான்
வீழ்வே னென்று நினைத் தாயோ? 

– பாரதி

Translation
In the search for food everyday,
In the many of little talks,
Seething in the pain of heart,
Doing deeds of doom of others,
With graying of hair and aging,
Being the prey to the fate,
Like the many of the clowns around,
Dare you thought, I too would fell?

This translation is my humble effort to bring the brilliance of the words that inspire me and I always feel the inadequacy of the power and force of that last line in Tamil, in every translation I read of this verse. He literally dares with a very sharp dagger of his delightful words.

Every read of this verse, or just the thought of it, kindle a fire within and gives goosebumps. It keeps reminding me that, I’m more than a mere mortal, and the nuances of daily life are not enough to defeat me.

Every single time, I feel defeated or crumbled, I hear these words from some or the other source. It lifts up my spirit and makes me possible to take up the next step out of the downfall.

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” ― Paulo Coelho

This quote comes true and paves the way forward, even when the possibility of a way forward seems to be non-existent.. I’ve experienced this quote more than once and every single time, the conspiracy is so amazing, cause I receive the push forward from totally unexpected and sometimes weird sources. But, it has been happening for sure.

The only point to note is, you must really want something with all your heart. The indecision within affects the conspiracy and you receive the benefit only for what you do and not mind blowing results.

A tree is judged
By it’s fruits
Not by it roots!!
Stop boasting
Of your past and
Start growing
Your fruits!!

History is very important to know how you reached here and why you are here, in the current place, position, point of life. But when you just keep boasting of it, the value of root is not increasing.. Whereas, when your results are awesome, the causes are analysed by others and appreciated. Hence the best tribute, you could pay for your roots is to bear wonderful fruits.. 🙂

Now, let me know your thoughts about the quotes mentioned, your favourite quotes or about anything.. 😉 Would love to hear from you, who had sailed all the way till here. 😀

We are youngsters!

We are youngsters!
We never listen to the old generation..
We never bother about how the money we spent was earned..
We always talk-back and not take any advises..
We don’t take life seriously at all..
We do kill our time in Social Networks and every not-useful-for-a-penny tasks..
We do tune out from the troubles of our society..

But there’s more to us..
Hit us with a problem to us or our near and dear ones..
We would start reacting..
We will not listen to elder generation when we have to wait for initiating the required actions..
We never bother about the time and money spent for the cause we do believe in.. And not every time our causes are stupid..
We do talk back to whoever stands in our way to help those who are in real need of it..
We don’t take our lives seriously when it would mean we could save other lives..
We have been using the Social network to the maximum and we do know to use it effectively and efficiently..

There are leaders and there are followers..
And there’s the third kind of people..
We, who become our own leaders to lead the life out of disaster in the times of crisis..
We, the backbone of the volunteer groups helping out people in the fields..
We are the third kind of person..
We are youngsters!!

A tribute to every volunteer in every crisis!!

Learn or Whine?

The Chennai was known for its scorching sun. Yes, I meant it as ‘was’. It is right now not the land of Sun, but of the rain..

The starting drizzles cooled the land and everyone was welcoming with all the happiness of petrichor and fresh droplets in the window pane at the aftermath of the rains.

When the rain inserted itself into the agenda of the Day of Diwali, the festive mood went damp with the damp crackers but, survived with the crispy savouries and sweets of the festive.

When the rains had decided to overstay their visit of the occasion, it was like the unexpected extension of holidays for few days, and the kids were enjoying while the parents were worrying.

When the rains started pouring cats and dogs, the school holidays were extended beyond their Half-yearly holidays, even the kids watching Cartoons started tuning into News Channels.

That’s when the seriousness of the situation got the attention of people not affected by rains as well.

The crap really hit the roof when the second spell of rain started. The sewage systems of few places broke while, the rain waters kept stagnating and raising. The opening of the water reservoirs and dams were adding its share to the water levels.. Thus, the water levels were as high to immerse the ground floors in certain areas.

All the water has to drain eventually into the oceans. But the mismatch in the speed of outflow and the inflow resulted in the usage of boats as transportation for emergency rescues and distribution of necessities.

This water and flood will eventually drain. So will the talks of those helping hands which are extended only virtually. Which is/was of no practical use to anyone anywhere (yup, Just like this post), except either to vent out their frustration on not being able to do anything productive (as in my case and few others) or to show-off that they too are in the trend and socially responsible in the picture they depict of themselves. (as in most cases of social network users).

However, there is the third kind who are on the field helping people with rescue and providing of food and shelter. They are the real backbones of the society which is going to help restore life after all this chaos happening.

After all this is said and noted, there is the huge untold truth lingering in the deep folds of this multifold problem.

This is not the first time Chennai is being hit by floods. Yes, it is not massive at this level for decades and certainly not this much of rainfall in a century or so. But still Chennai is not a complete novice to floods.

There are people in the coastal areas who get affected by a normal rainfall of every year. Even the rains bit more than the drizzle affects the household of hundreds of families in certain areas.

I have witnessed almost hundreds of people staying under a not-so-thick tent in the sands of the beach during the summer. That is their home and all their belongings could be gathered up in one single pack, which might not be too big in most cases.

These people survived the earlier rainfalls and minor level floods of the yesteryears while, another set of people staying under an air-conditioned room, watching the latest chic flick in their big LED TV were busy updating “I love petrichor” and “The rain is awesome” on their iPhones.

How did they survive? On their own? Certainly not. There are organisations and Government mechanisms set in place decades before and updated often to the needs of the hour.

Yet, the hour requires more than that is humanly possible to help. So blaming it on the government schemes and the infrastructure at this minute is not going to get anyone anywhere.

If you are in the comfort of a safe dry home, with easy access to good food supply, and uninterrupted power supply, you are better not only than the people affected by floods but also, far better than a considerable number of people around the world struggling to get over everyday life.

I am not asking you to give up any of your comforts. I am not even asking you to extend a helping hand. All I am asking is to please stop passing your judgements criticising every other thing that has gone wrong since the laying of first brick for building this city.

This is not the time for What-should-have-been’s. This is the time to get out in the field and help people. I understand not everyone can do that actually. But all of us can hold our tongues in criticising what is being done and how it is being done.

What the world needs right now is lots of help and Tender Love and Care. There is not a single person on earth, who can’t extend compassion to a fellow earthling. If you can’t help with other means, help spread the love. If you are hurt yourself to love others, (which is not at all an excuse acceptable and agreeable for me) just stop spreading hatred, hurt and ill feelings.

Remember that, after all the chaos of the flood, the first set of people who are going to ease back into normalcy is not the peoples of sophistication. It is going to be people who had too few belongings and too little shelter for calling it a home.

Also, don’t be surprised if they create new jobs and employ themselves amidst the problems. These people are better in identifying an opportunity to monetise it. For their monetary targets are more of a necessity than that of comfort or luxury.

Whereas the people who were in the luxurious world are going to take a very very longer time to get back to a rhythm, even if it is not to the old one.

Because we have/are growing attached to the little comforts of our life and take the blessings of our life for granted. Sometimes it needs a whiplash of this extent to make people realise, that the way we live is, not the only way of life.

What we try to rescue in an emergency defines what we live for. Whether you were able to save many things or only few, the only important saving needed is, the life of you and your near and dear ones. So what all will you rescue and in what order?

Are we going to learn to be humble and thankful, while we stop whining and complaining? Or are we going to need harsher lessons to realise the basis of living?

Bound by Shyness

I’ve written my letters for you
I had been ever shy to post them
I had waited for the time to be right
I had been waiting for you to ask..

And the time ticked away
And I kept re-reading my letters
At last I bound them to post,
And I got the invitation from you..

Of all the guesses I made
The only one that seems to be,
Most accurate and appropriate is,
It won’t make a good wedding gift!

image

The Binding

This picture is bound too! 😉

Spread the smiles!! :)

Have you ever received a surprise gift, but failed to smile?
Can you even hide the joy of that receiving from your face in the first few seconds of receiving?

And can you explain that why?

If you could explain that, I might find the reasons why I blog in it.. 😉
For it’s the simple joy of surprise to me, when I could string together few words in a certain order..
And when I read back, I do enjoy the flow and there is some sense of accomplishment in it..

The wonderful drug of acceptance and appreciation, is not being wasted on me..
They nourish me, helps me grow and feel confident in myself..

I started blogging to express..
Now I’m blogging to experience..

I had no expectations or even today have no goals for my blog..
But the time here is wonderful and addictive..

Oh now my dear long time followers must be wondering why am I saying all this now, as in repeating what I’ve written in my about pages and few past posts..

Today something happened..

I have this habit of writing notes to my very close friends on every special occasion possible.. But only one of them returns the favour in writing notes to me, while others express in their own ways..

Today I got a hand written, heart felt, thank you note, from someone..

Is that all for a simple note? No.. It’s the gesture and reason for that note..

A very simple act of kindness, which costed me nothing, which I did, simply just because I could, and the help was sincerely accepted and appreciated to what it deserves and a little bit more..

When someone takes the time to put down pen to paper actually, it does mean a lot..

And there is another happiness in this event to the sender too.. It’s the happiness of making someone happy..

To see a bright smile lighten up in the face of receiver is multiplied when we are the one who planted that smile..

Not only mercy is twice blessed, even gifting and gratitude is twice blessed..

So what this has to do with my blogging?
Here is a thank you note from me, to you, the reader..
For just being there and showering me with happiness.. 🙂
Because, this ripples is just a set of reaction to the drops in this lake.. And hence I’m nothing without your visits and drops.. 😉

Let me plant a smile on your face to brighten your day, and let that ripple forward with ripples of laughter.. 🙂

Keep Smiling.. 🙂

Ripples of Ripples!

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

The clock kept ticking..
As a new blog was created..
As I wrote my first post..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

One post..
Next post..
Few posts..
And here
Another post..
It’s still ticking..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Triiiiiingggggg….

The shrill is sweet..
For it marks time..
A special moment..
And it chimes to shout out…

Here is the 50th post..
On the 600th day of the first Ripple..

It’s time to throw back a quick glimpse..

I started blogging as a complete novice..
Just to spill out few words of my thoughts..
After 600 days, I’m still a novice,
Yet my brain is being filled better everyday..
Better than I could have ever dreamed..

What I thought I knew,
At the start of blogging
Has undergone a radical change..

My old beliefs were shattered..
Fears were crumbled..
Still I am trusted..
Just to be myself and
Still be better than awesome..
For new paths were discovered..
And a new journey has begun..
Within my thoughts and beyond..
In the blogosphere and beyond..

The more I read and tread,
The more I learn and realise,
How much vast the ocean is..
And how tiny a drop* I’m in blogging..

I thought I was looking
At a part of the world..
I now know I’m just looking
At a pin hole on
The outlines* of blogosphere,
Which makes me awkward..

I wonder why*
I ever thought that
I could be worthy of blogging..

And I now realise that,

The simple moments of life*
Have turned into
The treasured moments of heart,
With the joy of
Appreciation, Belief
And Compliments
From the Dear ones of blogosphere..

The life is not just about growing..
It also includes struggling and
It’s about not giving up..
It’s all about writing*,
Even through storms..

It is all about learning to stay afloat..
You just keep Jiving your way*
And you would eventually end up
In the path you are destined to..

You don’t choose a path.
The path chooses you..
And all you could hope is,
Let the walk* be filled with beauty..
And let’s not be blind to ignore
The beauty in the mundane..

When the eyes behold beauty,
Our lips light up with a smile..
Let’s spill out all our smiles here and there*
And let us straighten the world
With the curve of our lips
And the spill of our pens..

And here above
Are the eight bloggers,
Who got struck
In my compass,
With their unique charm,
To guide me
Into various realms
And have accompanied me,
In the travel of my blogosphere..

There are lot more bloggers
And pointers that have led me to here..
They had been of great help
In unravelling
My knots of thoughts*

I could have got lost
And would not be here today
Even if one of them
Were absent or invisible..

I’m reading writing living* here..
And that’s not a mere living
But it’s living the dream* life..

Let my soul talk*
And let that touch* yours..
Let you not be a Martian*
But let be a sweet Mithai*
When your heart speaks*
To hit on the like button..

It is possible only coz of YOU..
The one who’s reading this..
Till this post, till this line..
For you have been with me..
So long through the journey..

Now let me ask you,
To follow the stars..
Spread through my post..
For these are the stars
That brighten up
my dark nights
and are my companion
at my glowing moments..

Now I’m going at a loss of words..
For the simple two words “Thank You”
Is so short to express what I feel..

As I go in search of words..
I hear that sound again..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

The time stands test
To our trials and treasures..

Let me hear many more tick tocks..
And let time hear many more treasures..
Of mine from you…

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

P.S. – I’m sorry that YOUR blog hasn’t find place in here yet.. I do thank you from the depth of my heart.. For reading till here.. You are indeed special to me.. Which is beyond the realms of words.. 😉

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Thank You!!!

Why I might not leave you, Yet!!

I once had the dilemma of blogging becoming extinct like some other things of the past, just like my friend Darshith, I find myself drawn back to blogging unlike anything before..

I couldn’t pin point it to one specific reason.. But here are few, that might be the reasons..

I could choose to depict me, as I want you to see me, rather than letting your judgement, shape the me..

There is a personal touch and also an impersonal attitude in every post and every comment..

I could pour out my deepest secrets and pass on it as just another event, or pass on my mundane event to be the top most secret revealed to you..

I could create, modify and delete in this blogosphere.. Oh yeah, I feel God-like with such power, which is never ever possible anywhere else.. 😉

I could initiate and become the leader, or just lay back and be a follower.. Most importantly, I could switch roles as often as I like and it’s absolutely right and would never be judged wrong..

I could inspire and be inspired.. I could receive awards and dish out awards..

Since these all are too unique, I couldn’t see blogging becoming extinct anytime soon for me.. 😉

Moreover, what would I do in life without the ego boost I receive, when the sweet beeps become musical tingles for every like, comment and one more follower.. 😉

And a special thanks to YOU!! The one who had made it till here.. Not just the end of the post, also through my journey in the blogosphere.. 🙂 😀

My World Beneath

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My World beneath

The multitude of stones
Represent the hurdles of life..
I stepped ON it,
And hence
I conquered my path
Beneath my feet..

Windows Imprisoned!

Here’s another week with a Monday and one little post to make it less mundane by giving new angle to routine things..

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We look for Windows,
To look beyond
The temporary prison
Of four walls
Within the concrete jungle
Or the prison
Of Bits and bytes
Within few inches..

Here’s a look,
At the Windows
From the freedom
Of open space and
With no boundaries,
Captured and hanged
Within the prison
Of a Photograph!

Who Am I?

I was the leaf,
The sign of new life..

Happy to belong
To a tree..
Thinking that,
Belonging is my destiny..

I was the last leaf*,
Giving hope to a dying soul..
Just by being myself,
And yet saving a life..

A storm blew,
The tree dint bend..
So it broke..
And couldn’t hold on
To this tiny leaf..

Now,
I’m a leaf,
Drifting in water..
Trusting the water,
To take me somewhere..

Hoping with faith,
That somewhere is
A good destination
And it might even be
A good foundation..

But am I drifting
Down a stream?
To a garden
Where I could
Bloom again?

Or am I swirling
Within a whirlpool?
Into the vortex
To be shattered
And torn to pieces?

Am I going to be
Picked up,
Adored
Treasured and
Preserved
For years to come?

Am I going to be
The life support
Of another drifter
A tiny ant
And help it
Reach shore safe?

Time answers all questions..
But the question is,
Will I be there
To hear the answer?

Dear time,
Who are you gonna answer?
When are you gonna answer?
And most of all
Would you eventually answer?

*The last leaf of O.Henry

Illuminate the darkness!!

When life happens, it drags along with it fun, happiness and even stress..

The more the merry and happiness, we cheer, enjoy and cherish those moments and keep them stored in memory for it to linger over time..

Hence it’s natural, that we exhaust ourselves, when we face negative emotions and find it hard to get over it..

There are ways to push out that stress.. The more the outlet, the easier it is to de-stress ourselves..

But is it just enough that we de-stress? Is that the end of the chapter of that stress? Is everything back to all cheer and good with it?

Phew.. The answer is no.. Nope.. Never..

Once you wipe out the stress, it just becomes empty.. As we would realise soon, that idle space is taken up by devil for his insanity workshop.. And this workshop churns out insanity, self defamation and obviously more distress non-stop..

So wiping out stress alone is not enough.. What else to do?

Instead of bothering to wipe out the stress, place something good and happy or just something you are so passionate about..

In simple terms, when you are busy loving, you don’t have time enough to hate..

Keep the stress in control by letting loose all controls of happiness, laughter and passion..

For life is not lived in the count of days, but in the days that counts in life…

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

A Single drop of water

This post has been written for Prompt of the Month; a feature of Writer’s Ezine

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When I saw this prompt, the first thing that popped in my mind is this old post of mine.

Here is the post again with few minor tweaks..

A ripple is a set of reactions to a thing..
It might be a drop in a serene still pond..
It might be the leap of frog within the pond to the shore..

Let us assume this to be a single drop of water…

What is this drop of water?
What could all be this single drop of water?

It might be the source of life for an exquisite pearl…
Or it might be the last drop of tear from a parting soul…

It might be the excess condensation of a cool glass…
It might be the sweat formed of the scorching sun…

It might be the life breath for a bee..
It might be the drowning drain for an ant…

It might be the life-giver…
It might be the life taker…

Nothing is good and as well nothing is bad..

It’s not about the drop of water… It is all about the place where it drops..

When a drop of rain falls on the feathers of the Peacock,
     I witness the beautiful dance of the peacock, 
When a drop of rain falls in the layers of rock,
     I witness the mere silence of the rock..

Beauty lies not in the object,
But in the eyes of the beholder…

If you could find the beauty around you,
Be proud that you have a beautiful heart..

Keep spreading the joy and cheer always.. 🙂

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

Is routine the rhythm?

With the summer holidays coming to a close and the opening of schools, comes back the routines..

The mornings are again filled with;
The urging last minute homework,
The search for a schedule given last week, to be brought to school today.. (In spite of being reminded two days back),
Commands to eat up fast and all in plate, followed by whining of ‘Tummy full, mommy’,
Packing of lunch packs zipper closing matching the horn of school bus,
A big phew when the bus is boarded at last..

The melancholy of afternoon, soothes the screams and shouts of morning and also recharges for the upcoming chaos of the evening..

The evenings are not filled with speed yet filled to capacity..

It starts off with a light snack,
Chats on what happened to whom and who told what,
Then it shifts to the list (a very looooong one indeed) of homework and assignments..
Whatever is taught at school, kids really learn to prioritise their homework..
Though, the priority is the level of scolding / punishment for non completion from the teacher..
Then comes the assignment of assignments to family members..
Wow, the kids do learn a lot… I’m not saying just about the curriculum…
They have become expert on which job to be assigned to whom..
Some are for mom alone and some for dad..
There the family starts bonding together with the whole load of assignments..
Which is punctured with a dinner and lots of small talks..

There went away the evening and night in a wink..
And the next wink lasts for few hours in the name of sleep..

Phew.. Back again to the start of a new day, yet the same routine..

Amidst all this chaos, lies the rhythm of life..
The tune being set by the kids of the home..
Though not a musical maestro, they give out joy and memories..

For what else is the joy of life, but for the tiny smiles and happy laughs amidst the chaos?

Saving the savior..

When you are in the depth of drowning world, there comes a ray of hope with the help..

That ray keeps growing and glowing till it consumes you entirely, then comes the real trouble..

The life of past becomes a distant dream, a scarcely remembered, and makes you think, was that your life?

This ray of hope had always been a friend to me, irrespective of the mess or depths I had been pushed to..

I had said my thanks and had not forgot them, yet I feel that’s insufficient expression of my gratitude…

I would like to pass on that favor of being that ray for someone else, hence I go in search..

This search yields me lots n lots of insights on so many things.. A change in perspective tumbles me..

Hence I stop and just listen to the cries of needs..

They are
so subtle,
So scary,
So desperate,
so silent,
sometimes non-existent,
Yet so loud..

My rays reach out and cover a scarce ground for now..

In spite of being the ray, a darkness still resides inside..

Which keeps reminding me of the darkness and the struggle of being there..

Though my ray proves as a proof, that the past was a passing cloud..
It is the same ray that encompasses the still unlit darkness, the remaining residue of the past..

Now I could let the bygones be bygones..

But I just keep wondering, why none of the ray never warned me…
That the ray is not only hope..
It also absorbs a part of the darkness..
Being ray has its own darker side..
The darkness never ceases..

Yet do I warn?
Can I warn?
Will I warn?
I guess,
It is a big no…

Am I removing darkness of others?
Am I removing my own darkness?

I knew I buried myself in darkness in past,
Am I burying myself again?
In the rays of hope?
If so, let it be..

This is lot more fun..
For I presume,
I’m a savior,
Rather than
A victim..

Let me be the savior of you and hence save myself.. 🙂

Take a leap of faith!

If you look back and have nothing to regret, there is something lacking in your life..

Life becomes an Adventure, when you live with your heart and when you have the courage to take chances..

Not all choices lead to the right decisions..

Yet, the regret for not pursuing a choice is always far more depressing than the regret of pursuing and failing in a choice..

Never ever let that spark within you die, for the failure in taking up one chance..

Life keeps growing and the perspective keeps on changing..
What was right, ten years back, might not hold the same value or reasons now..

If you are always bothered about living the life in the right way, for perpetuity, it might not always be possible..

So, the better way to live is to live in the right way, under the given circumstances, on the given day..

As long as your desire doesn’t cause harm to any person / creature / thing never ever fear to pursue that choice..

You might regret the way it ends up..
But for sure, the regret of not trying will kill you alive..
So, go and take chances..

The effort to pursue what you want with your heart is the true fuel of your soul..

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Take that leap of faith and you might succeed for all your dreams!!

– Aadhirai

Lyrics of Saagavaram from Uthama Villan (Tamil)

For a detailed analysis of this song along with a wonderful English translation, Click here.

Music: Ghibran
Lyricist: Kamal Hassan
Singers: Ghibran, Kamal Hassan, Yazin Nizar

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