Thank You Stalker!

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Every work of art has
Flawless Beauty,
Beautiful Flaws,
Mere Perfection,
Lack of Substance,
Life Lesson,
A mere scribble
And so much more..

And every such creator
Needs, not wants,
Needs a follower,
Bordering the level
of a professional stalker,
Without the creepiness,
But just with the consistency
And observation of the stalker..

To read the words,
To read the spaces,
Between the lines,
To realise the intent,
To understand the nuances,
To find out the unwritten words,
To appreciate the concealment,
Of ingeniousness inside simplicity..

To criticise,
To condemn,
To proofread,
To push when stagnating,
To pull down when going overboard,
To travel alongside,
Just to make sure,
The journey isn’t lonely..

For every journey
Is bound to get lonely at times
And also it could make sure that
The traveller feels
Abandoned,
Hopeless,
Lost and maybe
On the wrong route..

So I dedicate this 275th post,
To thank my followers,
Friends, critics and supporters
And especially my stalkers,
For every single Like,
Comment and Follower,
On and Off the WordPress,
For getting me here!

(: THANK YOU! 🙂

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?

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.

Will you judge a friend?

Did you think no?

Well that’s interesting.. Let us see whether you stick to the no at the end of this post.. 😉

But did you think yes? I might think you are mean at some level, but as long as the judgements are reserved for few certain things, you have already earned my respect!

Judging is necessary! As long as it is within limits of necessity..

So what is necessity and what is not?

Not every other person you talk to daily is a friend and Not because you haven’t talked to a person in ages, remove that person from your friend list. They might even have a permanent place in the inner most circle and nothing, yes, nothing could shake them off from that place..

Now, letting someone have such a place requires judging..

Don’t be shocked that I am saying to judge your best of best friends.. That is what I am saying.. Judge them..

When and For what?

Before letting someone hold the detonator to your bomb or the key to your darkest dungeon stashed with secrets, hitherto known only to you and the ever persistent almighty or that superior force, by whatever name you would call that.

Yes, it is not love and you are not giving them the strings to shatter and hoping against hope to not be shattered by them..

It is something more..

There is a hearsay custom amidst the folks of people diving underwater for pearls. They will tie a rope around them and hand over the other end of the rope to a person, who should pull out this guy, as and when he receives a signal to pull out. Any delay or any slip would cost the life of the diver.

Letting someone be the best of best friend requires the level of trust between the diver and the holder.

Is it too dramatic?

Maybe. And you might also argue that not letting someone be close could cost your life.

Please do read on..

The dear friend is shaping your future even without your conscience. A thought by a random stranger might be brushed off inspite of the richness of that idea. But even a silly thought from a dear friend goes a long way and has the power to change your future.

Many success stories of the start-ups has a crazy conversation with a friend. That is when the idea is actually implanted in your thoughts that might even change  the world. Even if many of us do not acknowledge the fact of the same, it is still having a good chance.

And now you could argue the same could fit to a random conversation with an acquaintance.. Accepted without buts.

So where are we.. I started saying you must judge and went on to ramble about the sparkle of idea from randomness.. Let us get back on track to the judging part.

Here is a hypothetical situation.

You have achieved a very big thing or crossed a remarkable milestone in your life. You are so filled with happiness and the euphoria of achievement that you start blabbering the tales to everyone who would listen. Still you know that one particular person / group to whom you want to share it first.. Is that not judging?!

Another scenario:

You are in middle of disaster / life-crisis and you need a partner to get you out of it. Out of the hundreds of contacts on our address books, only one name pops up at that moment. You call them up and you are out of the disaster in no time at all.. Now do you mean to say that none other could have done the job? Still why that particular one? That is what I meant by judging!

Fine, there is the possibility, that ‘one’ did not turn up and let you go down another layer of the crisis. Now you would have a doubt and yet call up another and might get out of the trouble. But, would you be calling that ‘one’ as your friend still? That is what I meant by judging!

Know the worth of your friendship by seeing which one turns up during the depth of crisis and rescues you! They do deserve a special place in our hearts.

I am summing up with the quote “Friend in need is a friend indeed” along with another quote from Thirukkural.

கேட்டினும் உண்டோர் உறுதி கிளைஞரை
 நீட்டி அளப்பதோர் கோல். [796]
kaettinum uNdoar uRudhi kiLainjarai
neetti aLappadhoar koal.
There is a gain in grief: it is a tool
 to stretch and gauge a friend. [Couplet 796]

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..

Pillaiyar And Peter Jones

Kalaiselvan and Peter Jones were studying together in the same class since first standard. So when they shifted Peter Jones to another section of fifth standard, Kalaiselvan couldn’t stop his crying and he cried so hard and got himself sick.

Peter consoled Kalai, saying that, though we are in different sections, we are still in same school and so we could still go and come back from school together. Yet, Peter felt something amiss when he had to go to school alone on that day.

A small void. A tiny inconvenience. Peter felt as if he forgot something. So he stopped on the way, by a neem tree and checked his bag. His maths note, geometry box and everything else was in his bag. The only thing missing was his friend Kalai. He resumed walking with his bag till he reached the temple pond.

He stopped at the temple pond for some reason. That’s where his friend Kalai performs his morning prayer ritual of Thoppukaranam (Sit ups as a form of prayer) before the statute of the big bellied Elephant Lord Pillaiyaar. Peter dropped his bag nearby and went to kneel down before Pillaiyaar.

Shenbagam, who was fetching water from the pond noticed this and gently smiled. She said, ‘Dear Peter, this is not Christ, this is Pillaiyaar. Here the form of prayer is with Thoppukaranam and not by kneeling down.’ Peter hadn’t noticed her till then. But he just threw a glimpse at her and continued looking at the statute.

He said sternly that, he hasn’t come here to pray, as he opened his lunch box. He slowly opened it with bit of struggle and took few grains of rice from the lunch and kept it near the small ant hills next to the statute of Pillaiyaar.

Peter continued saying to her, ‘Kalai keeps food daily for these ants. If he doesn’t keep, the ants will be hungry right? To keep food for them only I came here.’

In the next few seconds, neither Peter, who had been walking back gloriously, covering all the void, nor Shenbagam, who had gone speechless and stood like a statute with his reply, or even the ants, which were busily dragging the grains to their homes, did not notice, that the statute of Pillaiyaar was kneeling down in the sand there!


பிள்ளையாரும் பீட்டர் ஜோன்சும்…

ஒன்றாம் வகுப்பிலிருந்து ஒன்றாகவே படித்த உயிர்த்தோழன் பீட்டர் ஜோன்சை தன்னிடமிருந்து பிரித்து ஐந்தாம் வகுப்பு ‘B’ செக்‌ஷனில் போட்டுவிட்டதைச் சொல்லி அழுது அழுது காய்ச்சலே வந்துவிட்டது கலைச்செல்வனுக்கு.”செக்‌ஷன் மாத்திட்டாங்கதான் ஆனாலும் நாம சேர்ந்தே தானே ஸ்கூலுக்கு போகப்போறோம் ? மறுபடியும் வீட்டுக்கு வரும்போதும் சேர்ந்தே வருவோம்” என்று சிரித்துக்கொண்டே சொன்ன பீட்டருக்கும் இன்று தனியாக நடந்து பள்ளிக்கூடம் செல்வது கொஞ்சம் வருத்தமாகவே இருந்தது, ஏதோ ஒரு வெற்றிடம்,மனதிற்குள் ஒரு சின்ன உறுத்தல்.எதையோ மறந்துவிட்டதைப்போன்ற ஒரு உள்ளுணர்வு.பக்கத்து வேப்பமரத்தடியில் பையை இறக்கி வைத்து கணக்கு நோட்டு,ஜாமெண்டரி பாக்ஸ் எல்லாவற்றையும் எடுத்தாகிவிட்டதா என்று சரிபார்த்தான் பீட்டர், எல்லாமே இருந்தது இல்லாதது அவன் நண்பன் கலை மட்டும்தான்.மீண்டும் பையை மாட்டிக்கொண்டு நடக்க ஆரம்பித்தவன் ஏனோ அந்த கோவில் குளத்தைக் கடக்காமல் நின்றுவிட்டான்.

அங்கே தினமும் கலைச்செல்வன் தோப்புக்கரணம் போட்டு கும்பிடும் தொப்பை கணபதி சிலைவரை வேகமாக ஓடிப்போய் பையை கழற்றிவைத்துவிட்டு மரத்தடி பிள்ளையார் சிலைக்கு முன் முட்டி போட்டுக்கொண்டான்.இதை பார்த்ததும் கோவில் குளத்தில் தண்ணீர் எடுத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த செண்பகம் மாமிக்கு இதழோரமாய் கசிந்தது ஒரு சின்ன புன்னகை“ஏண்டாப்பா பீட்டர் இது கர்த்தர் சிலை இல்லடா கணபதி சிலை,இங்க் தோப்புக்கரணம்தான் போடணும் முட்டி போட்டு கும்பிட வேண்டாம் ” என்றார் மாமி.அவரை அதுவரை கவனிக்காத பீட்டர் இப்பொழுதுதான் கவனித்தான் ஆனாலும் ஒரு நொடியில் மீண்டும் சிலையை நோக்கி திரும்பிக்கொண்டான்.வேகமாக தன் சாப்பாட்டுக்கூடைக்குள் கையை விட்டு துழாவிக்கொண்டே “நான் இங்க ப்ரேயர் பண்ண வரல” என்று தீர்க்கமாக சொன்னவன் டிபன் பாக்சை வெளியிலெடுத்து மெதுவாக தன் பல் இடுக்கில் வைத்து நெம்பி அதிலிருந்து சில பருக்கைகளைக் கையிலெடுத்து அந்த பிள்ளையார் சிலையைச் சுற்றி இருந்த சின்னச் சின்ன எறும்புப் புற்றுகளுக்கு முன் வைத்துவிட்டு மீண்டும் மாமியிடம் சொன்னான் “கலை இங்க தினமும் சாப்பாடு வைப்பான், இன்னைக்கு வைக்காம விட்டா எறும்பு பாவம்தான? பசிக்குமே,..அதுக்குதான் வந்தேன்”.அடுத்த ஐந்தாவது நொடி வெற்றிடங்களையெல்லாம் நிறப்பிக்கொண்டவனாய் எழுந்து நடந்துகொண்டிருந்த பீட்டரோ ,என்ன சொல்வதென்று தெரியாமல் குடத்தோடு குளத்தருகில் சிலையாகிப்போன மாமியோ,அவ்வளவு ஏன் ஒரு சோற்றுப்பருக்கையை கூட்டுக்குள் இழுக்க பிரம்ம ப்ரயத்தனப்பட்டுக் கொண்டிருந்த அந்த எறும்போ கூட கவனிக்கவே இல்லை இப்பொழுது மண் திட்டின் மேல் முட்டி போட்டிருந்த அந்த பிள்ளையார் சிலையை !


This is a story written by my friend Kavi Ilaval Tamil and posted as Facebook Update. He writes amazing Tamil verses and has a published book “Yaathumaagi ninren” to his credit.

I liked the story and I couldn’t resist sharing it. Hope you too enjoyed the story. Do post your views in the comments.

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?

Nandri!

Nandri!

I’ve been fretting in my mind for the past few days and for hours with a draft for this post!
I just scraped my incomplete draft of 1000+ words. I was trying to say that I’m losing the prominence of I, with so many ‘I’s.. It was such a paradox and hence the scrap.

But can’t resist spilling the cause of such a big post..

This is my 100th post!

Now, I’ll wrap this up real quick with a big heart full of thanks to everyone who visited me here. Your contribution has made me better myself in ways more than I could express.

THANK YOU!!

PS. ‘Nandri’ means thank you in Tamil..

The Friend in Need!

A friend in need is a friend indeed. This is what we know for ages and there are times we have been that friend or had help from such a friend.

The help of a dear friend during such a need is not always so smooth and in a non-embarrassing way. Only when the help received fulfils certain criteria, we are at ease in totality with that dear friend. Yup, even the help needs to fulfil certain criterion.

 உடுக்கை இழந்தவன் கைபோல ஆங்கே
இடுக்கண் களைவதாம் நட்பு.

Udukkai izhanthavan kaipole aange
Idukkan kalaivathaam natpu

Like the hand that moves reflexively when the dress slips,
a friend reacts swiftly to remove a woe. [Couplet 788]

 

What are the points to be noted in those little lines?

  • The trust one has on the dress they wear is absolute and not expected to fail you at any time.
  • Such trust was betrayed and in the act of losing the cloth, you would end up losing your dignity and much more.
  • At that time, the hand reflexively holds it up to save the situation.
  • You won’t even realise that the dress was slipping, a command was sent from brain to hand, the issue was over within few seconds.
  • Such that should be the help of a friend.
    •  The friend notices you are slipping up
    • The friend comes to act without explicit calling for.
    • The friend resolves the slip and covers up.
    • So quick and unfailingly.

THAT, is the perfect example of friendship and if you have got such a friend, be assured you are as rich as a human could be and in case, you don’t have such a friend, be that friend and make someone richer today..

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..