A Smoking Gentle Man

It was a busy day for me; I had a lot of things outside to get done. That includes my biggest time grabber shopping. Its not necessary to describe what shopping means to a girl and how much time she is gonna spend with her list. Though I didn’t have a big list, I had the necessity to travel from east to west to complete my purchase. So I was on the way with my dad for the purchases.

While riding, I, on noticing all others by the morning, told dad about how many people were seriously busy walking towards something in life. Dad exclaimed the same to me saying we cast everything to God and so had time to enjoy the journey.

By the time we reached where we had our first item in the list to be purchased, we parked the vehicle behind and walked on to climb a small stairs to locate the shop above. When we were walking through the corridor, I noticed 3 guys standing in formal dresses chatting together. By then I walked with my sight on the shop. Suddenly while facing the shop it faces them walking behind my dad something grabbed my eyes and I shocked and pleasantly surprised by his activity.

One guy who is standing there facing the shop was smoking and in noticing me (a girl) is gonna pass by, he grabbed his cigarette off the corridor as preventing the smokes from it afar from the passage area. I was stunned for a second by his gesture. I haven’t seen someone smoking and that too unknown, considering the feelings of fellow citizens especially women and children when they cross such things. I felt an urge to look at his face and salute him by heart. And I did it.

Mysteriously Happy Journey

There are many things in life that we see as burdens. Usually when something happens that we don’t like but having to carry it, we do with utmost anger, frustration and vexed state. The only thing that comes to our mind was God but never we think of Him in our happiness and will be always ready in our adversaries to curse Him or make him stand in the accused bench and throw him questions.

Why I’m speaking like a very good girl is that I have seen something that made me feel bad about myself. Many God’s nature, have obeyed God’s word till now without murmurs because they don’t have much brain to confuse. If 6-sense man is this much brilliant to spot God with questions, how much more God is intelligent in the creation of us for a particular journey.

I usually have a feeling that we have brain fully occupied with all the other stuffs that makes us worry; running for a worthless purpose in a terrible world and so on. But when I was sleepless sitting before my laptop without knowing what to do in it, I wandered my eyes and empty mind over the room. I saw something so strange to my world. It’s the little life, a small caterpillar with its ash nest 5 times the size of it, moving on the rough surfaced wall. Suddenly I felt a slap. I listened to it more carefully and wondered many things. It was soooo small that it could not carry its own nest even if it is standing in a single place. Then why it’s going somewhere and where is that going? I don’t know whether it is the best far sighted creature. Even human’s big eyes have a limitation and this small creature, couldn’t even spot where its eyes were, don’t know will they see in which direction it is going to. What will it do if it travels in the wrong direction? Will it say, “ Uhhh, Me being very small, I have carried this burden all way and that too travelled a long way but ended in a destination completely opposite to want I want”? Or Will it say on its way like, “Why God had created her so big who is mercilessly watching my sufferings with which in 2 steps she can cover a wide range but don’t need to, me being so small want to cover a vast area with carrying my heavy weighed nest”?

But when noticing it so deep, it seems it don’t thinks so, for first it has no brains and second it goes with an attitude that I can add a dubbing for it like, “That is not my burden that’s my home, you know how protective it’s for me? You don’t know my purpose and where I’m going to, I love to fulfil my duty and sorry I don’t have time for you and your silly questions and murmurs. La La La, La La La... ”

When I see such things, I feel ashamed of myself, I also have thought If humans were kept in short of brain, they would all have used their heart and lived so happily ever after as in fairy tales. Even all fairy tales have no all-good things happening. Every fairy tale has a witch and a curse that affects and after suffering, someone, mostly her own hero will come and rescue and helps the girl destroying the witch and the curse and they lived happily ever after. Every happily ever after must have a curse or a dark magic happened before for some other reason that makes the happily ever after feeling so special.

So from now on when anything happens, whether I like it or not, whether I know it’s purpose or not, I’m going to believe whatever I do or whatever happens, it is my purpose, my own purpose for my happily ever after and I’m happy to take my journey and enjoy it on the way, La La La, La La La...

Riding a Bike Being a Girl...

Its very natural as breathing for me to connect me as a human before I put on something else like Girl, Indian etc. So it’s pretty normal for me to go out, ride a bike and do things on my own without triggering anything outside.

This was the case happened last week, a dark evening, about 7.15pm, I was riding home from my class. It was a tedious route and so the traffic but that day it was less crowded. I was heading towards my home, about 5 kilometres afar of my home, a bike of two guys where going in dead speed ahead of me. I’m usually pretty normal in my speeding but I’m less patient in following a dead speeding vehicle in safe and less crowded road. Those guys where going in the centre not considering about the vehicles behind.

I went slowly behind them and listened whether they’d leave some space for the vehicles behind or will they move fast. But no sign of the two happened so I seek to show them there are vehicles behind and so I moved up to them on their left (where even no space for overtaking is left and no place in the right too) without the intention of overtaking them through left but in the intention of showing them to leave space or move fast. The guy who drove the bike saw me. I thought he has noticed me so he will leave some space or move fast. But now he has put on his hero mask and was moving in a zig zag manner without letting me to overtake it and turning and seeing in intervals and showing his driving flair.

Ooo I hate this behaviour. I was eagerly going to my home to see my mom and say how the class went for the day, idhula idhu veraiya. Being kind is more necesaary than being timid/stern. So anything usually doesn’t ruffle me. When he was siding towards the left, I triggered my accelerator and overtook him in the right, knowing what he’ll do next. Yes he overtook me with utmost speed. And the road was clear; I was happy and went on my way to home.

I don’t understand where his egoism was when he was circusing before me. I don’t have any ego regarding the gender overtaking me. Who have urgency or speeding greater than me, overtake me. It’s very simple. On my turning he was standing with his vehicle and talking to his friends seems he resides somewhere inside. I came home as I planned to.

It’s silly when some guys feel an urge to prove that they are more powerful, why don’t they think they are far more than these things? In my point strong people don’t feel an urge to prove themselves. I value both guys and girls are equal. They are far more divine from spotting them with the stupid question of can you do this or can you do that. Both have their own strengths and their own weaknesses. Living as a man is a success for a man and living as a woman is a success for a woman. Driving a scooty is definitely not a man thing and overtaking any vehicle if they are dead slow is not a particular gender thing too. I believe it’s a human thing ;-)

I wondered what had grown in these years of independence or the transformation from stone age to new age. Actually in my point of view, the strength of an individual person is in how kind they are.

நீ

நேற்று என் வானம் மழை தரவில்லை

ஏனோ என் தோப்பில் குயில் வரவில்லை

வானவில் இருந்தும் வண்ணங்கள் இல்லை

பூக்கள் இருந்தும் புன்னகை இல்லை

அரண்மனை வாசல் தாண்டி நான் அன்புக்கு ஏங்கினேன்

உன்னிடம் சேர்ந்த பின்பு தான் சொர்கத்தை வாங்கினேன்

எனக்கிந்த சொந்தம் போதுமே

எனக்கொரு துணையாய் உனைத்தான் நினைத்தேன்

நினைத்ததை முடித்து உன்னிடம் ஜெயிப்பேன்

நிழலினைப் போலே உன்னுடன் நடப்பேன்

உயிருக்குள் உன்னை சுகமாய் சுமப்பேன்

இதுவரை வாழ்ந்த வாழ்விலே

கனவுகள் இல்லையே

இனி எந்தன் பாதை யாவிலும் நீ தான் எல்லையே

நீ இன்றி சொந்தம் இல்லையே

நீ இருந்தால்

காதல் தாய்மை இரண்டு மட்டும்

பாரம் என்பதை அறியாது

உன் பளிங்கு முகத்தைப் பார்த்துக்கொண்டால்

பசியோ வலியோ தெரியாது

The Best Vision To Take A Step Forward

Its been long I decorate my pages with my own scribbling. One fine evening, I was on my way to shopping with my dad for few purchases for my cousin’s wedding. I hate one thing about me completely is, I’m totally careless when I’m with my loved ones. After all the other purchases, while coming out dad reminded me to buy small stuffs and suggested a platform man who was selling those near by. I went nearby and asked him one set safety pins. He picked up one set and gave me and then picked up another set and told me, “Please buy one more set, it would be cheaper for Rs.5”. I will always be running out of pins, whenever I need them I go searching here and there scholding them so and that too I don’t have heart to ignore anything for these people. So I received it from him and told my dad I would buy two sets. My dad told me to notice that he has no vision. Sightless, one of the most horrible things to face, carry and live with.

Careless me, haven’t noticed it throughout the conversation. I was disappointed with my carelessness and shocked at his lifestyle. In no place it was visible that he is sightless. He is such a capable person. And I always have shocked at their ability to take life with their own confidence, courage and strength. If you have experienced it you would definitely know how strong they are. He can beg, but he didn’t and don’t want to. Even if we force them with money they would not receive it and will ask us only to buy things if we want to give them money. What a great self respect they have! Though the total world is dark for them, they always have the best vision to take their step forward.

I told him, “Here is the rupees” and he leaned his hands and I located his hands and gave him his amount. He would not know even if someone cheats him. It was not even a small shop it was just the platform. Rain and sun will tear them apart. We people within going for a small ride in the sun feels very much for the skin and paint our faces with sunscreens, cover our faces like terrorists and curse the sun from here. But with a beautiful spirit he came forward to face the horrible life. He might lose everything he has in his dark world of hot sun and rain but definitely not His Self Respect, His Strength and His Beautiful Spirit. We have a lot to learn from them. I don’t believe in spotting a top celebrity for my role model. Better I would be wholeheartedly willing to spot these people as my navigator.

Life is like a Sand Clock...

Life is like a sand clock. Many are the times we feel we don’t change but things and people around us do... But it’s just a sand clock. Some are fast and some are slow be sure you will reach there too. May be of some useful time up opportunity mingling with other sands. Everyone will reach the place where everyone is and will start the play again.

Cherish your journey and remember your destiny.

என் ஒவ்வொரு உணவையும்

என் ஒவ்வொரு உணவையும்

நீ உண்டபின் உண்டு ரசித்த இந்த இதழ்கள்

இப்பொழுது

ஒவ்வொரு முதல் வாய் நான் எடுக்கும் போதும்

உன்னைக் கேட்கிறதே

நான் என்ன சொல்வேன்

எப்படி வாழ்வதென...

இப்படி வாழவேண்டும் என்று கற்றுக்கொடுத்தாய்

நீ இல்லாமல் எப்படி வாழ்வதென கற்றுக்கொடுக்க மறந்துபோனாயே

உன் நினைவைச் சுற்றி சுற்றி

என்னைச் சுற்றி

உன் நினைவுகள் வாழ்ந்துக்கொண்டிருக்கிறது

உன் நினைவைச் சுற்றி சுற்றி

நான் வாழ்ந்துகொண்டிருக்கிறேன்

என்னை ஒருபொழுதும் பிரிய விடுவதில்லை

என்னை ஒருபொழுதும்

பிரிய விடுவதில்லை

உன் கரங்கள்

உன்னையே குழிதோண்டி

புதைத்து விட்டன

என் கைகள்

உள்ளுக்குள்ளே நான் வெந்துகொண்டிருக்கிறேன்

உள்ளே உனக்கு குளிரும் என்று

ஏசியை நிருத்தி வைப்பேன்

இன்று நீ

வெளியே குளிரில் சுகமாய் உறங்குகிறாய்

உள்ளுக்குள்ளே நான் வெந்துகொண்டிருக்கிறேன்

அஸ்த்தமனமாகவே இருக்கிறது...

என் விடியலை விடிய வைத்தாய்

என் இரவிலே உறங்கி இருந்தாய்

இன்று நீ நிரந்தரமாய் உறங்குகிறாய்

என் ஒவ்வொரு விடியலும்

அஸ்த்தமனமாகவே இருக்கிறது...

நான் என்ன செய்வேன்

என்ன அவசரம் உனக்கு

போகும் அவசரத்தில்

நீ

உன் உயிரை என்னிடம் மறந்து

என் உயிரை எடுத்து சென்றுவிட்டாயே

நான் என்ன செய்வேன்

கடவுள் கொடுத்த வரம்...

உலகத்தில் நமக்கு பல விஷயங்கள் பிடித்திருக்கும்.

அந்த பிடித்த ஒன்றாக நாம் இருப்பது

கடவுள் கொடுத்த வரம்...

The Taste Of Cassata...

I remember when I was a kid, my mom asks us to come soon after playing because dad has said we are going to shopping. It was a long distance travelling where all shops were adhered in one place and good to choose. For its distance, it looks like to me like we are going to a foreign country. I’ll go shouting in joy that we are going to shopping and I would leave earlier, my friends would become sad in thinking of the short time of playing with me and would never play without me.

I was not keen in shopping but the yummiest thing that makes me go crazy to go there was Cassata Ice Cream.

It’s a practise my dad gave us that whenever we go there, we get down at a stop and near to it is a famous ice cream shop and cassata is very deliciously special there. We go there as a family of four and always have ice cream whenever we go for shopping. The owner of the shop remembers us very well and always wishes my dad while receiving bill and smiles at me while we are leaving. I remember the small indoor plantation that was there in his counter table. There would be a pair of dark brown sofa on either side where two can sit on each, so as seven sets of sofa roughly. After ordering, the waiter uncle would go to the back peaking into a hole where inside one man was engaged in making and delivering of it. I noticed the split a.c. inside the shop, dark coloured walls, dim yellow lights that makes the surrounding look like candle light at night.

Dad used to ask individually about the selection of the ice cream. When dad asks mom she said she would eat cassata, and my brother did said the same, and asked me who was a very little kid who doesn’t know about anything other than dashing my eyelashes. My dad said cassata is tastier so now you can choose it and ordered four cassatas. That was the first time I took cassata in my life and has never dropped it till date. Oooooo what a taste!! From that time on I was choosing cassata everytime my dad asks me. My brother was keen in trying different styles of ice creams and will tempt me to try different by saying he will get a bigger one as he chooses something else to taste but I stick to cassata. My dad and brother would say me that go and try for another but my mom says order her, she likes that. Later everyone where on the way trying different taste but I’ve never ever felt a temptation to try something else and have never regretted for it too.

I remember the cassata we ordered will come standing with two vapours stabbed on either side and a sweet red cherry on the top. I will first take the cherry with excitement and then eat the vapours and make the cassata lie down with two spoons provided. The layers of the pink cream with nuts, the thin sponge cake, the brown, the light yellow, and the pink ice creams was so delicious to see and couldn’t wait to eat it. I usually have a tendency to take the less liked items first and go for the craziest item in the last. I would take the sponge cake first then nuts and some ice creams and then mix match and eat every colour.

Then we’ll go to shopping and it would be late while we come out to catch the bus. I usually find myself sleeping in my mom’s lap while coming. She would wake me up when the bus is about to hit the stop. I remember waking at the same place many times where I find darkness decorated with sodium street lamps and shop lights. My best loved moments. What that makes me enjoy my crazy cassata was that I eat it along with my family together. If I were alone, my cassata would have a bitter taste. May be the love, the togetherness with my family was the taste of cassata I had. May be if any ice cream after I have tried would have the same taste where it’s not the taste of my favourite but the taste of my family... The taste of my family is what I felt with cassata,

I will never ever forget...

நம்பிக்கை ஊன்றி நட

உணர்ந்து வருகின்ற வற்றை மட்டுமே கவிதைகள் எனக்கொண்டால் எந்த கவிதையுமே அழகு தான். அப்படி உணர்ந்தால் மட்டுமே கவிதை எழுத வேண்டும் என்ற எண்ணத்தில் உள்ள வைரமுத்துவின் கவிதைகள் எப்படி திகட்டும். இந்த உலகின் பல மாற்றங்களில் உடன்பாடு இல்லாதவள் நான், என் கவிதைகளும் அப்படி ஆன வெதும்பல்களும் கோபங்களும் இருந்தாலும் சரியான சந்தோஷமான கோட்டை நோக்கியே இருக்கும். சிலரின் கவிதைகளில் மட்டுமே காயம் ஏற்படுத்திய விஷ்யத்தை மனதை காயப்படுத்தாமல் தாக்கும் வலிமை கொண்டது. வைரமுத்துவின் கவிதைகள் அப்படி பட்டவை.

பத்திரிக்கை முதல் பக்கம்

அத்தனையும் ரத்தமா?

தலைப்புச் செய்தியில்

தேசமே காணோமா?

தேநீர் குடி

தாடி சோகம்
இரண்டையும்

ஒரே கத்தியால்

மழித்து விடு

ஓசோன் கூரையில்
ஓட்டையா

குடைபிடி

எந்தக் காலத்தில்
பூமி

தலை சுற்றாமல்

சுற்றியது?

பல் முளைக்கையில்
ஈறு வலிக்கும்

மாற்றம் முளைக்கையில்

வாழ்க்கை வலிக்கும்

வலியெடுத்தால் வழிபிறக்கும்

வழிபிறந்தும் வலியிருக்கும்

பூமி பொதுச் சொத்து
உன் பங்கு தேடி

உடனே எடு

ஒவ்வொரு மேகத்திலும்

உன் துளி உண்டு

ஒவ்வொரு விடியலிலும்

உன் கிரணம் உண்டு

வானம் போலவே

வாழ்க்கையும் முடிவதில்லை

சிரி
நம்பிக்கை ஊன்றி நட

ஆனால் மனிதா
அவசரப்படாதே

மண்ணின் பொறுமை தான்
மலை

கரியின் பொறுமை தான்

வைரம்

தாயின் பொறுமை தான்

நீ

நாங்காண்டுப் பொறுமை தானே

பிப்ரவரியின்

ஒருநாள் உயர்வு?

சிரிக்க பழகு
இந்த பூமி

சிரிப்பவர் சொர்கம்

அழுபவர் கல்லறை

உன் உதடு

கல்லறையா சொர்கமா?

அறிவு
உறவை

டாலர்களாக பார்க்கும்

உணவை

வைட்டமிங்களாக பார்க்கும்

வாரத்திற்கு ஐந்துநாள்
வாழ்க்கை விற்கப்படும்

வாரத்திற்கு இரண்டு நாள்

வாழ்க்கை வாங்கப்படும்

பாசம்
பாலிதின் பை

காதல்

கைதுடைக்கும் காகிதம்

காலமே என்னை காப்பாற்று

நான் இதுவரை பாரதியாரின் கவிதைகளில் மட்டுமே புரட்சியை பார்த்திருக்கிறேன், பிரிதோரு கவிஞரில் அதை பார்த்தேனென்றால் அது வைரமுத்துவின் கவிதைகள் தான்... அழகு தமிழில் இன்றைய எழுச்சி கவிதைகளைக் கொடுத்துக்கொண்டிருக்கும் அவர் கவிதைகளை படிப்பதில் எனக்கு அலாதி இன்பம்.

அதிகாலைக்கனவு கலைக்கும்

அலாரத்திடமிருந்தும்

நித்தம் நித்தம்

ரத்தத்தில் அச்சேறிவரும்

பத்திரிக்கை செய்திகளின்

பயங்கரத்திலிருந்தும்

தென்னை மரத்தில் அணில்

வேடிக்கை பார்க்கும்

குழந்தை நிமிஷத்தில்

அலரும் தொலைபேசியின்

அபாயத்திலிருந்தும்

சிநிகிக்கும் பெரியவர்களின்

சிகரெட் புகையிலிருந்தும்

நோயுற்ற காலை

தனிமையிலிருந்தும்

நோய்கள் வந்தபின்

மருந்திடமிருந்தும்

மருந்து தீர்ந்தபின்

நோயிடமிருந்தும்

எனது பக்கம் நியாயமிருந்தும்

சாட்சிகள் இல்லா சந்தர்ப்பத்திலிருந்தும்

வருமானம் எல்லாம்

தீரும் வயதில்

வரிபாக்கி கேட்கும்

ஆணையிலிருந்தும்

இல்லையென்றொருவன்

தவிக்கும் பொழுதில்

இல்லையென்று நான்

தவிர்ப்பதிலிருந்தும்

தீதும் நன்றும்

பிறர் தர வாரா

என்பது

எனக்கு ஏற்புடைத்தென்பதால்

என்னிடமிருந்தே

என்னிடமிருந்தே

காலமே என்னை காப்பாற்று



மொழி

சாரீங்க இது அந்த நல்ல படத்த பத்தி இல்ல. மொழி பத்தி பேசனும்னா, ஆதிலேர்ந்து வரணும். எனக்கு வெவரம் தெரியாத வயசுல ஹிஸ்ற்றி படிக்கும்போது இந்தியால பல மொழிகள் இருக்கு இருந்தாலும் நாமெல்லாம் ஒன்னா ஒத்துமையா இருக்கோம்னு படிசிருக்கேன். ஆனா இப்ப அதெல்லாம் தப்பா ப்ரிண்ட் பண்ணீட்டாங்களோனு யோசைனையா இருக்கு. இந்தியால பல மொழிகள் இருக்கு, எல்லா ஊருக்கும் தாய் மொழினு ஒன்னு இருக்கு. நமக்கு தமிழ் சொல்லவே வேண்டாம். பெங்களூர், ஹைதராபாத், மும்பை, புஞ்சாப் அங்கெல்லாம் போனா, அவங்க மொழி மட்டுமே பேசுறவங்கள நாம அதிகமா பாக்கலாம். ஆனா தமிழ் நாட்டுல மட்டும் தான் தமிழ் பேசுறவங்கள கம்மியா பாக்க முடியும். ஆங்கிலம் நமக்கிடைல யுனிவெர்சலி அக்செப்படெட் லாங்குவேஜா இருக்கு. நல்லா பரவுன ஒரே மொழி ஆங்கிலம் தான். இந்தியால எங்க போனாலும் அவங்க சொந்த மொழில பேசுறதையே பெருமையா நினைகிறாங்க. ஆங்கிலம்ங்கிற இன்னொரு வேற்று மொழி தெரியலைனு வருத்தப் படுறதில்லை. ஆனா தமிழ் நாட்டுல மட்டும் தான் ஆங்கிலம் தெரியாதவங்க கூனி குருகிப் போகுற அளவுக்கு நாம நாசமாக்கி வச்சிருக்கோம். ஆங்கிலம்ங்கிறது இன்னொரு மொழி தான், அதும் வேற்று மொழி. தாய் மொழி தெரியாதவங்க தான் வெக்கப்படனும்.

என்ன பொருத்தவரைக்கும், சொந்த ஊர்ல தாய் மொழி பேசுறதுல உள்ள சுகம் வேறு எதுலையுமே கிடைக்காது. அதுக்காக தமிழ் தெரியாதவங்கள்ட தமிழ்ல பேசுற மதம் ரொம்ப தப்பு, நல்ல வேளை அது நம்ம ஊர்ல இல்ல. ஆங்கிலம் தெரிஞ்சவங்கள்ட ஓ எங்களும் தெரியும்னு சீன் போட்டு பேசாம, டீசெண்ட்டா பேசலாம். ஆங்கிலம் தெரிஞ்சி வச்சிகிறதுல தப்பில்ல, ஏன்னா மனுஷன் பேசிக்கிறதுக்காக உண்டாக்க பட்டடுதான் மொழி, அதுல என்ன அடம் நான் இது தான் பேசுவேன்னு, இது தான் ஸ்டைல்னு? தமிழ் தெரிஞ்சவங்ககிட்ட தமிழ்ல பேசுங்க, ஆங்கிலம் மட்டுமே தெரிஞ்சவங்ககிட்ட ஆங்கிலம் பேசுங்க, வேறு மொழி மட்டுமே தெரிஞ்சவங்ககிட்ட வேறு மொழி கத்துகிட்டு பேசுங்க, இல்ல அவங்களுக்கு ஆங்கிலம் தெரியும்னா ஆங்கிலம் பேசுங்க, அத விட்டுட்டு நம்ம ஊர்ல நம்ம மக்கள்ட்ட நம்ம மொழிய பேசாம இருக்குறதுக்கும், வேறு மொழிய மதிச்சி நம்ம மொழிய கேவளப்படுதுறதுக்கும் யார் நமக்கு உரிமைய கொடுத்தது?

Incomplete...

Empty spaces fill me up with holes

Distant faces with no place left to go

Without you within me I can't find no rest

Where I'm going is anybody's guess

I tried to go on like I never knew you

I'm awake but my world is half asleep

I pray for this heart to be unbroken

But without you all I'm going to be is

Incomplete...

A part of lyrics from Backstreet Boys... I love Backstreet Boys songs for its lyrics and music.....

Being Thankful

Life brings mixed situations that make us happy and also worried. Many situations are there and we know only ours, the kind of situations we bear. The responses to those situations were almost a curse to God. Because we perceive happy situations joyfully and find someone to blame when we encounter a bad situation and that someone will always be God because we know that He is the only who will not fight back with us. We forget to remember that everything comes to us and we should receive everything with same mindset. Laughing and crying is good but cursing and getting depressed is bad.

I remember the day, a bright sunny noon, when I went to a hotel to buy lunch; I was asked to wait in the reception for a while. That reception was looking road, was covered with sunglass and has a terrace for shade. The owner was sitting in his chair counting money and taking order from phones. There is a fish tank that contains many coloured fishes including gold fish and which tank would miss a gold fish in it. As usual I laid my eyes and heart open and observed people around, I noticed some guys from the hotel go for door deliveries in the hot sun. They were worn out while they arrived back. I noticed many outside sales men go in the sun to sell their products. And its awful to see one woman was selling cucumber in the hot sun that she cannot take one for herself to quench her heat. I turned and saw the owner, he was back busy with his money and phone calls. I noticed one person has a job like this and one suffers in sun and I asked to myself why is that? Many life’s questions doesn’t have an answer and this doesn’t have one too... I thought I’m sitting in the shade with a fish tank before me for a time pass. But many suffer for their daily bread. What a life I have is surely gifted by God.

One day I got shocked to see many people lying down sleeping outside the railway station at 1 am in the morning. I asked my dad why they were sleeping in road, it was almost road and they were families. Dad said, “they would have booked two trains for a destination and they sleep in the delay time of the next train.” I was shocked because I couldn’t place me in such a situation. I noticed there was many married women wearing saree sleeping there and shocked to see teen girls sleeping there. I asked to my dad, “how do they sleep here, young girls, how do they, its hard for me even to think of that”. Dad said, “When it comes to life or death you would probably be doing the same.”

I cannot think of what he has said and I was still and just one thing came into my mind. God has been so loving towards me... I should always be thankful to him no matter what and my thanks wouldn’t suffice his deeds for me even if it were held it till death tear me apart...

Thank You Lord, My God...

FuLLy LoaDeD WiTh LOVE & LOVE OnLy

August 21, 2010 was the day planned for a get-together with my friends, my lovely friends. They say, “the feel that touched our heart can never be expressed in words” and that’s true. It was 5.56am in the morning, I suddenly got woke up. Usually this is not my time of waking up as I was in American time, this is completely unusual to me and I was tired enough because of my journey and haven’t took a nap in the morning. While going to bed I thought next morning I would be sleeping completely and would miss the plan. But it was 5.56am when I woke up too early that left me with enough time to get ready.

I was ready and with much eager I was waiting for the day to greet it with my smile. I was on my way to catch my two people who were waiting for me. It was although late, I was happy to see the faces I yearned to see. I was out of mind and realised I have conscious but everything subconscious. I can’t get that reality and I was very still as I was in a dream. Though I didn’t find myself involving in the scene, everything I craved, has clicked in my heart like a life video that will never be destroyed.

For the first I caught one of my friend, she is a playful enthusiastic companion was searching me wearing a blue salwar with a sandal bottom. I was happy to see her and was talking to her happily moving ahead too catch the next one. The good-hearted guy sitting on a bike ahead of us wearing a green striped T-shirt and a blue jean was smiling, but till the very end I didn't find an opportunity to really have time with him.

She was in an eager to show her new Honda Activa to us and called us to see it. Then we went to buy salwar for the one, my dearest one, who was having her birthday, celebrated a day before. It was very sad that we couldn’t even find one that suits the most beautiful lady. So we went on to pick up for her husband who was born on the same day as his wife. We three went on beautiful fights in picking up a shirt for him. One told dark colour suits him best and he likes that too. At last he took one stripes shirt and we two liked it and we chose it. Next we moved on to kids section to buy something for their son. One green closed neck T-shirt clicked my eyes and I said to him, “this is nice”. He liked that too and took it in his hands. It read these words, “I am messy and loud but I’m good at it”. Secondly my friend took a cheerful blue T-shirt and we three liked it and chose it.

It was raining... Oops... We planned to get there by a taxi. But before my friend needs to place her vehicle safely. So we two got in the Activa and went to her home to place it. On the way we were chatting all nice things and about the beautiful bikes that were crossing us and once reached she asked me to come to her home and we went inside, she showed me her rooms and placed her helmet and locked the door and we walked out to see much water staying like a dirty pond outside in the road. I usually have a tendency from my childhood to jump on the muddy water and enjoy the splashes of it on me but that day I’ve to maintain my neatness because that deals with my friend’s home too. Inspite of the muddy heavy traffic road, we managed to get on the taxi and went on the way to her home.

I was a little unhappy about the time because we were late. I’ve planned to spend sometime with her but that was unfortunately lost. In the taxi, both of them explained the places of their residence and the places they have visited alone and with their friends and the place where she is going for her music class (passionaaam...). I was quietly seeing all those like a child. I was watching the playful chatting of them. I usually have much interest in enjoying the casual and playful chat. I was enjoying the rain outside. It was beautiful to see a vast view of rain falling down all over earth, the sky still bluer, the white shattered clouds, the greens dipped and washed clean in rain, by the way I saw wheat field that was getting it’s shower in rain. One of my friends asked the driver to play the song and it was nice to hear anbil avan in the rain with my dear ones around, I’ve heard this song before but when those words “inimael puyal veyyil mazhai, paalai solai ivai, ondraaga kadappoamae” sounds, it really sounds in my heart. When we reached there, we remembered that we’ve forgot to buy flowers. Oops and that was made remembered by him, what a perfect family man, my friend told me that he should be got fixed in marriage. It was raining outside and we two girls were on the same umbrella to her home. I love travelling in heavy rain within a same umbrella. By the way my friend’s husband was standing outside and noticed us. We went and were most warmly welcomed which I didn’t expect from her husband whom I didn’t even meet. We went inside and it was a beautiful home where I can feel love resides. Usually it’s prominent that every home speaks off its nature. Many will scare us with emptiness but this was beautiful and that could only be possible as it carries two beautiful souls. Her husband showed us the photographs. I was in the kitchen with my friend on my way to confuse her cooking. My friend’s sister-in-law was another warm-hearted jovial soul and was all along mingling with us like we were friends for years.

It was loooooong time, I met her really and was having time with her. Though she was busy in her cooking, I was happy being with her. We were chatting, playing, teasing around and what all we did, made happiness shower in that place. My heart’s yearning, the craving of such a day with all my loved ones around me within a single shelter turned out to be the heaven. Really it was like being in heaven, playing, chatting, teasing and all good things stayed there. We had our feast together, yes my friend’s briyani and her fish fry were awesome. It was not just because of the dish but because it was made by her... Then we had a good time together with my friend’s song in the end, “karpoora bommai” my favourite one I love to hear it from her as she fills the flavour of it very perfectly. Later we had black forest on table for the beautiful family... Oooooo I received the first piece from my friend after her husband, I was sooooooooo happy..... Then she wiped the cream on my face all over and it was the nice time I had ever... Then with all the creams all over our faces we took a snap... I held her hand, it was loooooooooooong time we had our hands held. We are known for it. But I was very happy to hold her hand and was dipping to my past. She gave me a rose that was so beautiful as her heart, the third rose from my friend. I still have preserved the two roses she gave me. This is her third one, one of the beautiful petals of her heart... She asked me to pin it in my head, but I have no heart to pin it. I was having it in my hands smelling it and was enjoying my friend’s face in it. With no heart to leave we left her home. While going I clasped her hands and she did clasp mine and I was happy even though I’m going I felt she needs me more. Her husband has sent us off with a warm heart. I loved his character of being so courteous towards her friends...

At last with the wonderful memory of having spent time happily with a beautiful family... sorry I have no heart to end this...

Remembering INDIA!

We are living in many people's blood and tears.

We have responsibilites over their lost lives and so we shall save what is gifted to us...

Our India is rich in everything.

 

Let us save our INDIA and its Values and Virtues!!!

Happy Independence Day!

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind...

- Mahatma Gandhi

நான் ரசித்த கவிதைகள்

குழந்தை அழுதது பாலுக்காக

தாய் அழுதாள் குழந்தைக்காக

வறுமை சிறித்தது...

மொழி ஒரு தடையல்ல

நூலகத்தில் கறையான்

சுனாமி

விஷம் தீண்டாமலே

நுரை தள்ளின

கடல் அலைகள்

பெண் சிசுக்கொலை

ஆண்பாலுக்கு தாய்ப்பால்

பெண்பாலுக்கு கள்ளிப்பால்

அழிந்தே போனதோ வள்ளுவரின் அறத்துப்பால்

கொஞ்சம் சிரிங்க

ஒரு நபரிடம் 200 ரூபாய் இருந்தது

நான்கு பிச்சைக்காரர்களுக்கு தலா 100 ரூபாயாக

பிரித்துக் கொடுத்தார்

இந்த கணக்கு சரியா தப்பா?

விடை: சரி தான்

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ஏன்னா நாலு பேருக்கு நல்லதுனா எதுவுமே தப்பில்லை

Everything Changes...

Are they good or bad? Well I can slightly alter my question and say are they for good or for bad? Mm sounds good...

Changes are inevitable. I’m mentioning the one that’s beyond our control. Everything changes and everything does need a change. Seasons change and so climates. Flowers and fruits do. Tress leave its leafs. Rain and Sun both comes within the same earth. Yes within the same place every contradictory thing comes. And we change too. Tears and joy from same eyes. Praises and criticisms from same mouth. Love and hatred from same heart... Sounds freaky but in truth it does.

Whether these are for good or for bad? Mm lets get to some imaginary vision on seeing the life on how would it be if it were like what I wish...

No change...

Right...

I love spring, ok spring all the time...

I love daisy and daisy all the time.

How about mango? Ok granted.

May flower, ok may is retained.

Rain? Oh rain in spring, granted...

Oops can’t tolerate much rain...

Why not?

Earth will become so wet and all the flowers, spring,

will loose its beauty.

So?

I need only some of it.

Here we go, so we need everything and only an amount can be good and interesting. How could it be when its spring all the time, with only mangos hanging and daisy taking bath in rain, with may flowers shrinks with rain? Sounds awful, is it not?

I once saw a scene in an English movie that I forgot to retain its name in which a man and a little girl were walking along the water way and the little girl was conversing about the shifting of her home. She says she feels horrible and uncomfortable for the change, as it seems to have no symptoms of good. He says, “Well all changes are for good. Everything changes but to good. See about 2 years before you seem to have no good symptom. You don’t speak, you don’t walk, you don’t eat by yourself, you spill all over, you make all the mess in home, your mamma runs by you all time, you don’t listen. But now you’re grown and you can do all these things now” She nodded a yes. He says, “Everything changes and changes can be good. Though it may not show its symptom of goodness in its present surely it will change tomorrow for better”.

Everyone have related with some persons in our life, let it be mom, dad, brother, sister, husband, wife, friends and on. We have been interlinked with heart and we have given them rights on ours. So when situations crash, seasons change in people’s life. When something sad occurs they cry and become blue and when something good occurs they feel happy and cheerful. Who loves a blue personality? No one? Me too. But the change here is inevitable and needs care than a disregard. When we receive praise we enjoy it and when we receive a criticism from the same person, we feel offended. Why? Is that because of the criticism or of the person? To the truth it’s because of the criticism. When it’s from someone else we can take this as a chance to shine even more and when it is from the people we love, it’s rather easier to take it as they are the right person and have the rights to criticise us. What about being a victim of love and hate? Ofcourse second course is painful. But it also happens. When we give time and space for someone to love us we should also be there to give the same time and space for the same person to hate too. If not what kind of love we have towards them will be a question mark. If there wasn’t any change, like we see cheerfulness all time in a person and they praise us all the time and they loves us all the time, doesn’t it seem like boring and irritating? It does when it is not balanced with the stuffs that creates the rhythm. Only when high notes reaches down, sweet tunes are heard. How would it be to hear a song with all notes is high and same all over? That wouldn’t be considered as a song.

Here we can clear the portrait and see changes are good when it is beyond our control. Changes are good when it doesn’t hurt anyone. Accepting a change needs lots of love and verve.

கண்ணதாசன் அனுபவ மொழிகள்

அனுதாபத்தோடு பார்க்கும் கண்களுக்குக்

குற்றவாளியும் நிரபராதியே.

ஆத்திரத்தோடு பார்க்கும் கண்களுக்கு

நிரபராதியும் குற்றவாளியே.

Love Curtain

How it feels to wake up and feel loved when seeing something nice before us! I’m so tired and slept, and my place is near a window in the next room of my dad and mom’s. It was thundering outside when I went to sleep. Dad said she is a brave girl and has no fear of sleeping in a separate room near the window thundering outside. Mom said she would have fear but just not letting us know it. Why did they say like this is because I’m afraid of sleeping near a window that too a window having its trees near by. It’s awful to see tree’s shadow dancing inside the less lighted (by street lights) room. But now I have grown up and have conquered bravery, trust me...

When I suddenly woke up by chance, I saw they’ve gone to sleep and noticed that my window has fully covered with its curtain though its doors are fully closed. They have made sure the windows are closed and covered it with the curtain so as to keep me safe from thunders. The curtain they have covered the window to protect me from thunders are not just curtains but their love instead. I have seen that floral transparent orange coloured curtain many times and it was more beautiful today as it carries my parent’s love for me. I just lie on my bed quietly watching the curtain with deep feelings of being loved and went asleep...

Experiencing A Journey

One quiet sunny morning, I was out of mind and packed my things. Yes, it was another day of travelling. I’m weird in a matter that I hate to depart a place and start to somewhere. I’m very sick of that. I don’t like starting to anywhere and that day was again a reluctant one for me. But one thing was ok that I’m travelling to my home.

I took my bag. Ooooo I hate carrying a bag to anywhere. And I haven’t brought my scroll bag because it would be too big for my journey and this bag was too heavy for me. But that’s ok; many wouldn’t have an opportunity to see one. I went on to the railway station to get my train by early noon. As going to the place, my eyes and ears where wandering all over in hearing and seeing wherrrrre isssss my platformmmmm... By then I saw many people in a rush to somewhere. I usually have a tendency to observe people and so I did that day. Some for work, some with tension, some free, some almost running, everyone had their own commitment and I had mine too... “Stop observing and go soon or else you would miss your train”, my mind said...

I finally went on to the platform that is assured of my train and waited there. That platform was orphaned and no coach positions were mentioned. As I’m unsure of the place I’m standing, I decided to ask about whether I’m standing at the right place and went near a family and asked whether this is the right place I’m standing by. That family consists of a father, a mother and a little girl. They said, “yes we think so and stand with us, if not the coach would be a few place from here and we shall catch it”... I smiled and said thank you.

Then finally the train arrived and it was almost seven coaches away... Oh my God I’ve to run... That aunty asked me to run so as to catch the coach because it would leave within minutes. What do to, I ran with the bag in my hand and when I was a coach away, I noticed near by coach had empty entrance and my coach was fully occupied by people who wait to get in. So I decided not to disturb the line and got up on the previous coach. When I was crossing the coach inside, the family I have inquired was searching me and the father went near the entrance to see me... I was coming behind and the aunty saw me and told him that she is here safe... The father smiled at me and I smiled him back. Oh my God, Angels are so good to meet... I felt overwhelmed by such a care from a stranger. I felt myself as a princess. I was very very happy... How would it feel like to see someone care for us in the crowd of unknown faces! Everyday we have trials and responsibilities and something more that takes life out of our lives. But feeling this was something beyond, like a fairy tale. It was beautiful to experience.

Then I got seated near the window, oops I love window seat, where I saw a young girl of my age wearing a yellow chudidhar sitting a place far off me in the same seat and the middle seat was empty. I saw an old man with white short beard wearing a blue T-shirt with headsets down his shoulders reading a paper. The place near him was empty and the other end was filled with another old man.

Then at a station that I failed to notice its name, some guys came up with laughs and chatter and searched for their place. Only two were going to travel and one place was between the two men. They showed up excitements in their face when they encountered that they had their next place between we two girls. They also said one guy not to take that place and asked the other guy to take that place with chuckles. I quietly heard what is going on and was thinking what to do. The girl was noticing all that’s happening. Suddenly she broke out and asked the old man who is sitting in the corner seat to take the place of the guy telling him that as they were guys they would feel uncomfortable sitting in between girls. The old man agreed and she shifted near me and asked the old man to sit in the end. Suddenly the laughs and cheer of guys were stopped. What a situation is this, I thoroughly enjoyed the girl’s intelligence. I noticed the guy’s reaction and it was out of explanation.

It was a journey full of nice experience. I observed a man conversing about the stuffs with an old lady and she looked like the mom of Shahrukhan in hindi films (Kuch Kuch Hota Hai). I’m not very sure of it but almost like that. She was wearing a pink cotton punjabi model salwar and I was happy looking at her face. Her face was very smiling and pleasing. She was wearing a spectacle and once smiled at me too. Though I smiled her back, it is hard to take the eye out because it was such a pleasing face.

Then it was time for me to get down at my station and I did and noticed her almost running before me. She was so fast and soon disappeared in the crowd. Then I slowly went on my way seeing and thinking people’s interests and commitments and felt whether anyone will stop to experience a happiness in their journey.