Looking back at 2016 A to Z challenge, I completed it far better than this year’s challenge. But at least, I completed it this year too!
What next?
I’ve no idea whether I’m going to continue with any frequency, or go completely silent..
Let me face when it’s time.. And for now bidding adieu..
Thank you dear readers for your continued support! 😊
The short story X ing a paragrab is written by Edgar Allan Poe.
It is one story that had me laughing so hard.
Written during the olden days, when the press used to manually set the entire article, letter by letter. And the rivalry between two presses and their challenging each other on drafting an article, with using of one particular character in almost all the words. So what happens when the entire block of that particular character is stolen and how the habit of using the character x as an alternate for the missing character is used.
I believe this was the starting point for all those challenges for using or not using any of the characters in blog posts.
A big house, grand parents, two cousins, a game.
What could go wrong?
Nothing much, unless the game is to play police and thief, by a 5 year old and 3 year old. And the police decides to tie down the thief in an adult sized chair with real rope with real knot!
Oh yes, I did tie up my cousin and was not expecting to have tied a real knot and also was not expecting my cousin to start crying, because he couldn’t get out.
I started panicking as just one of the two is enough to land me into a good scolding and how am I going to resolve either of them?
And I too started to cry.. Don’t judge me! I was a helpless five year old!
And of course, eventually he was rescued from the knots and indeed we both had received scolding for the next hour or so.
Though till day, we haven’t discussed the instance as grown ups, it created a fear in me to get into games, from which I couldn’t rescue myself and it has also helped me to learn tying knots properly, to remove or to tighten.
And just like every crying memory of past brings a smile in the present, I do smile whenever I see any kid playing police-thief.
So what’s your smiling memory from your childhood?
A random day, a random conversation and a random challenge.. That’s the background of this following post.. I took up the challenge and completed it.. Now I would like to challenge you people for a simpler one.. Guess the prompt for which I wrote this post! 😉 And do suggest a good title for this post! 🙂
He was waiting for a decade..
For that moment..
The moment he would meet her..
The one destined for him..
When someone asked him,
How would he recognise her,
When they meet each other..
For that he replied,
I would recognise her the moment
When my vision becomes clouded with rainbows,
When my hearing is added with sweetest melody,
When my nostrils inhale the most exotic smells,
When my skin tingles with the thunderous shock and
When I speak, poetry flows out incessantly in praise of her..
The day came..
He met her..
He realised what he expected was right..
For he did experience all of them and a little more..
The little more was..
The rainbow was also clouded with tears,
The melody was chaotic without sync,
The smell include a waft of pungent smell,
The tremor of shock didn’t fade away while
He said, Happy married life, to her,
at his occasionally met cousin’s wedding!
And he stepped down from the stage murmuring,
Three isn’t always a crowd, but it is,
When your love is married to someone else!
I was so kindly asked by a crazy creative to take up a crazy challenge! I think I’m already crazy even for trying this.. Anyway, the weekend is here and time to give a break for stress, if you aren’t doing it already on a daily basis!
I’m to look around and think about the common object in an uncommon way and also spill my pearls of philosophy about it! (That’s how I understood.. Check here for the original post and you might find a new perspective too.. ;))
The object that found it’s way to dissection for this experiment is my External Hard Disk Drive!
The common view – Storage option with easier portability.
The uncommon view – A very good paper weight! (If you are already planning on killing me, please hold on till you read the rest! 😉 :P)
I’ll be kind enough to add the why too.. Though my drive is reasonably full and actively used (most times) I’ve been using mine as just a paper weight for the past few days. Isn’t it bit heavy on the cost for being paper weight? 😛
Now for the ultimate part of bringing out some philosophy about / on it..
The value of an object is in what it is within? Or how it is intended to be used? Or how it is ultimately used?
Despite containing some of my most valued data, today it is more useful for the mere weight rather than it’s real worth!
So it matters not who you are, what you aspire to be, what is the hurdle you have crossed so far to reach here.. When you let someone use you, they might diminish your value to scrap within a flash of thought. Beware of who you let in to use you!
Phew! It’s bit crazy, alright.. If I survive your death stare, I would be around to reply to your comments and in the meanwhile would be busy preparing a better post for tomorrow! 😉
“I’m sorry, ” I said
To HB, for joining in so late!
But consoled myself,
Better late than never,
To join in his Two-phrase story challenge,
Which I have extended to two-verse.. 😛
I will be sticking to just another phrase, from next week.. 😉 (I hope I do follow that!)
He:
Oh dear one, I’ll ask you something
If you say no, I’ll part with my life
I’ll spread flowers for you to walk
I’ll adorn your skin with gold
There’s a wish in my heart
All I ask of you is to grant it!
She:
There’s no good heart better than yours
There’s not words enough to thank you
You are the mother and I’m the child
There’s no parting in this relationship
He:
Won’t a child come running towards the mother?
Why would you be so distant and cause me distress?
I am looking forward to cherish you
And why would you leave me all alone?
She:
The child has grown up into a damsel
The age to cherish as a kid, has flown by
It’s time for you, the mother to bless
And let the girl live out her heart in bliss
He:
I’ll pluck the moon to be a flower for you,
I’ll stitch the rainbow to be a dress for you,
I’ll do anything for you; what will you do for me?
She:
This one birth is not enough,
Even seven more won’t be enough,
I’ll pray every single day without fail,
For the God’s grace upon you!
He:
Don’t you know what I yearn for?
Won’t you still understand my heart?
Oh dear God, won’t this girl ever read through me?
What is the title you would choose for this song?
This again is a song translation for you to cherish the try of my translation or criticize and add more beauty to the verses. In case, you got Tamil songs on your playlist, you might have already guessed the song. If you are so near and need some hints, feel free to ask what clue you want.
I love this song for the pep beats and all the fun that happens in the visuals of this song.. (Which are in no way related to the verse) And the lyrics.. Oh dear, how could I ever talk about the legendary lyricist.. The words in its original form is so cute and mesmerising.. No replica could match the beauty of the original ever..
Edit: The original version with video available here!
And here comes the answer to last week’s translation, which was guessed right by Preethi.. Even if you can’t make out a single word in Tamil, I would strongly recommend this song for music lovers. The tune is so soft and soothing and had me swept off the floor for years now.. I still can’t stop listening to this song just once.. 😉
Thanks for reading through till this.. 🙂
Movie: David
Music: Prashant Pillai
Lyricist:
Singers: Naresh Iyer, Shweta Pandit
Varuvaaya Vennila EnnoduNee
Vaaramal Nirpathaen Thalliyae
Tharuvaaya Nenjamae ThannalaNee
Thaaramal Kolvathaen Ennayae
Siripinil Vathaipathum Sinungalil Thuvaipathum
Thavipinai Kodupathum Aeno…
Iravinil Ulavavaa Kanavugal Pazhagava
Vidiyalai Unaravaa Nee Nee Nee
Vivaramum Ularavaa Idaiveli Kurayavaa
Edhanaiyum Pagiravaa Uravinai Thodaravaa En Vaanae
Varuvaen NaanaeEndru Irunthidalaama
Uthadugal Kaetaal Tharubaval Naanae
PiraiNaan Thooram Endru Othungidulaama
Imaigalum Paesamal irupathu Veenthaanae
Nilam Neeyaanal Nizhal Naanaavaen
Mazhai Neeyaanal Vayal Polaavaen Vayal Polaavaen
Have an awesome week ahead!! 🙂
He
Oh dear moon, won’t you come with me?
Why would you go stand so far?
Won’t you give me your heart yourself?
Why would you kill me by not giving?
Why would you
Torture me with your smile
Shatter me with your anger and
Make me desperate for you?
Come roam the skies at night,
Come make some dreams bloom,
Come feel the wake of dawn,
Should I blabber the reasons too?
Come close the distance between us,
Come let’s share anything and everything,
Come let’s continue this bonding,
Oh, my all-encompassing sky..
She
Why would you keep waiting for me to come?
I won’t be hesitant to give a kiss, when asked,
Would you be shy, just coz I’m the distant crescent?
Isn’t it just a waste, when even my eyes are silent?
When you become land, I’ll be the shadow upon it,
When you become the rain, I’ll be the peacock who rejoices!
Together
Come roam the skies at night,
Come make some dreams bloom,
Come feel the wake of dawn,
Should I blabber the reasons too?
Come close the distance between us,
Come let’s share anything and everything,
Come let’s continue this bonding
Oh, my all-encompassing sky..
This week further details of the song are not provided for this translation. For those who listen to Tamil songs, take a guess on what song or just wait for a week or peep into comments to check whether it has already been answered there.. 😉
But I will say why I love this song.. This is one of the silky smooth melody with flutes and silkier voices.. And the lyrics are just too inviting to fall in love with.. With words or with your muse.. 😉 The question and answer is such a beauty in the native tongue.. By the way, this song is my ringtone for now, since more than a year.. 😀
This is one of the difficult translation for me, I am still not sure whether I conveyed the feeling and content of the verses fully with at least a tiny percentage of it’s original beauty.. And please do note that I have translated to convey the nearest possible meaning rather than literal translation and hence the sentence structure would have gone few changes..
Yet, here it is for you to guess or just relish what it says..
Awaiting your replies!
Edit: The tamil lyrics along with video is available here!
The first vision that greets me in the morning;
The last vision that lulls me to sleep at night;
Sounds like a very near and dear one;
Of course, the fan is a dear one,
In spite, of it being mundane,
It has also become a part of necessity!
The Fan
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Do you have a mundane beauty in your Gallery?
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And let us all relish beauty from simple things!!
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!
My friend Jennifer here had led me into some wonderful time.. 😀 She has just asked me to share three quotes on three consecutive days.
I know which quote of Bharathi I wanted to post today. But I was lazy to type in Tamil and started out searching the net for the following quote. It was three hours back. I got what I wanted within the first few seconds, but I also got the whole collection of his works and was happily lost for the past three hours.. 😀 Thank you Jennifer.. 🙂 For letting me indulge in the works of my Bharathi after quite a long time and for a long time.. 🙂
Today the quotes are from Bharathi, Keats and me again.. 😉 Now it’s time for you to go enjoy the quotes of the day..
அக்கினிக் குஞ்சொன்று கண்டேன், — அதை
அங்கொரு காட்டிலோர் பொந்திடை வைத்தேன்!
வெந்து தணிந்தது காடு; — தழல்
வீரத்தில் குஞ்சென்றும் மூப்பென்றும் உண்டோ?
தத்தரிகிட தத்தரிகிட தித்தோம்.I saw a baby fire ball,
I left it on a hole in the forest!
The forest was burnt down by the fire.
Is there a distinction of the young or the old
In the blazing nature of the fiore?
Thaththarikida thaththarikida thiththOm.
This is one of the beautiful and most powerful verse by the Mahakavi Bharathiyaar. Though there could be a whole thesis on just the five lines written by him, I will try to contain myself with few lines about this. The verse ends with a tune which could be understood better if you could listen to the song rather than me describing with so many words.
The element of fire is used to burn down the forest. Here the forest is the simile of all the immense non-sensical discriminations and blind-beliefs pulling down the growth of the nation. The causes we fight against might be humongous. Yet, a tiny ball of fire is enough to burn down that huge forest. Once you are determined to burn down, there is no distinction on whether you are the fire in a match stick or the fire from a huge cannon.
If you had listened to this verse, you could possibly realise the power it emits. He had set the rythm of this verse in the last line itself. It shows off the ferocity of the burning power of the fire. And it could also be interpreted as the happiness that is derived from cleaning out some huge garbage of the society.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leaveThy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!– John Keats in Ode on a Grecian Urn
The full Ode is here on wiki. Keats views the depiction of a scenario from a village on an urn. His musing upon the unreachable yet unfading beauty. The first line is very commonly used than the rest of the verse. I do admire and cherish his imagination, where the lover could never kiss his love, who is just within reach yet unreachable forever. The lover could console himself that neither she nor her beauty would ever fade away..
What an amazing freeze frame the pictures of the urn speaks.. What runs across the minds of the lovers are never known.. What melody the pipes are playing is never heard.. When you are describing something, you restrict that something within some frame. But for those unheard melody, you set the tune, you set the tempo, you know what delights you and that is the song playing from the pipes. The song is unique to you. What is unique is always special forever.
Deeper the root,
Better the tree!
Go down, to grow up!!
Not every time going down is a downfall. Only a river that falls from the cliff becomes the falls. The higher the fall, the more it is appreciated. When you are going down, make sure you drop as a seed, go deeper down than you were intended, so no one could tear you apart easily ever again..
Today’s quotes shade my goggles with which I view and interpret the world. The goggles are tinted and they do cast their tint on the sight of my own world. Now share me what tints your goggles? 😉
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. 😀
Threads and Knots
The criss cross
Is enjoyed
Every single time,
When they are
Threads on fabric..
And add beauty
To the Mundane!!
The axle to fun
You could go round and round
Endlessly, spinning the wheel,
For the axle does hold on the ground,
And doesn’t let you topple and squeal!!
PS: Click on the image for a fun ride.. 😉
Here’s another week with a Monday and one little post to make it less mundane by giving new angle to routine things..
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!
You guys have to bear this little monologue, before you could step into the post..
This is my first submission for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge..
For those of you, wondering, what is this in the picture, it’s where moulded clay are burnt to bricks..
Which is a very common sight, if you travel through certain parts of Tamilnadu..
The cry of clay
I hope you too found the sad face..
The splatter of that paint is also a very common sight, yet what makes it interesting is the formation of the sad face..
A fragment of those thousand words spilled in colors, are captured in few words too..
Building of dreams
I know that,
The fire within
Is gonna
Scorch
Burn
Harden
Decolor
Distort
And torture me,
For days,
Till I yield to it..
The pain
Is not
Simple
To endure..
Yet,
For me
To grow and glow
I must endure pain..
I also know that,
The images
We form
As a kid
Are the hardest
To be replaced..
Hence, I accept,
All this pain,
The endurance
The perseverance
As part of me
And my younger days…
So,
One day,
I could be
In the dream house
Of another child..
Yet,
I weep for
The pain..
Of
Not yet reaching
My destiny…
— The words of the to-be-brick clay
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