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.

GOD Is Good All The Time

God is good all the time... Tasting Him is a delight to our soul... Whatever happens He will never be out of reach... God is great who is ever living and ever loving...

God is good all the time

He put a song of praise in this heart of mine

God is good all the time

Through the darkest night, His light will shine

God is good, God is good all the time

If you're walking through the valley

And there are shadows all around

Do not fear, He will guide you

He will keep you safe and sound

'Cause He's promised to never leave you

Nor forsake you and His Word is true

We were sinners - so unworthy

Still for us He chose to die

Filled us with His Holy Spirit

Now we can stand and testify

That His love is everlasting

And His mercies - they will never end

பஞ்சவர்ணத்தின் பட்டுப்புடவை

என்னைய கேட்டா பஞ்சவர்ணம்தான்

எங்க ஊர்லயே அழகான பொண்ணு

அவ உதடு ரோஜாவர்ணம்

தோளு மஞ்சவர்ணம்

முடி கருப்புவர்ணம்

பல்லு வெள்ளவர்ணம்

காதுமடல் சிவப்புவர்ணம்

பாத்துப்பாத்துதான் பஞ்சவர்ணத்துக்கு

பேரு வச்சாங்களோன்னு நினைப்பேன்

ஒத்தக்கையில் குச்சிமிட்டாய வச்சிக்கிட்டு

இன்னொரு கையில பஞ்சவர்ணத்தோட

கையப்புடிச்சிக்கிட்டு நடக்குறதுன்னா

அடியாத்தி... ஒரேசந்தோசந்தா

ஒருநாள் பஞ்சவர்ணத்துக்கு

கல்யாணம்னு சொன்னாங்க

அன்னைக்கு பாக்கணுமே பஞ்சவர்ணத்த

என்னா அழகு பட்டுப்புடவையில...

நாந்தான் தோழிப்பொண்ணு மாதிரி

அவகூடவே இருந்தேன்

அடுத்தமுற ஊருக்கு போனப்ப

பஞ்சவர்ணம் வெள்ளப்புடவ கட்டிகிட்டு

மூளியா இருந்துச்சு நல்லால்ல

ஏன்னு கேட்டேன்

"அவுக பண்ணாடி சாமிகிட்ட

பொயிடாக"ன்னு அழுதுச்சு

அவுக பண்ணாடி சாமிகிட்ட

பட்டுப்புடவ எடுத்துகிட்டா போகணும்

எனக்குந்தா அழுகாச்சி வந்துச்சு

அந்த சாமிய நீங்க பாத்தா

பஞ்சவர்ணத்தோட பட்டுபுடவய

வாங்கித்தாங்களேன்

அவள் விகடனில் நான் ரசித்த கவிதை. ரொம்ப அழகான வெளிப்பாடு, கணவன் இறந்தா மனைவி ஏன் வெள்ளப் புடவை தான் கட்டிக்கனும்னு ஒரு கேள்விய வித்யாசமா கேற்றுக்காங்க... இந்த சமுதாயதுல கணவனை இழந்தவங்களுக்கு வரவேற்பு எப்படி இருக்கும்னு நமக்கே தெரியும். அதுல பெண்களும் சேந்து தொல்லை கொடுக்குறாங்க, கணவனை இழந்துட்டா ஆனா பாரு கலர் புடவை என்ன பொட்டு என்ன பூ என்ன அப்படீனு ஒரு கூட்டமே அலையும். கல்யாணத்துக்கு முன்னாடியும் அந்த பொண்ணு அதெல்லாம் வசிருந்தவ தானே. பரவால இப்பலாம் சமுதாயம் மாறீருக்கு, ஆனா அந்த சுதந்திரம் கூட சும்மா வந்துடல, நம்ம பாட்டி கொல்லு பாட்டி எல்லாம் ரொம்ப கஷ்டப்படிருக்காங்க, பல அவமானத்த சுமந்து, கஷ்ட்டபட்டு தான் இன்னைக்கு நாம ஓரளவுக்காவது சுதந்திரமா அநியாயமான நம்பிக்கைக்குள்ள வேகாம இருக்கிறோம்.

நிழலைப் போல தொடரும் என்னை

நெருங்கும் போது அகப்படாமல்

பறந்து போகிறாய்

நிழலைப் போல தொடரும் என்னை

மறந்து போகிறாய்

மீரா படத்தில் ஓ பட்டர்ஃபலை பாட்டுல எனக்கு ரொம்ப பிடித்த வரி இது.

Pussy Cat

Last weekend I went to Chennai. Down the flats there is a store and this weekend I saw a new kid pussycat, whole pinkish white with black and white stripes in the tail. It looks so cute and adorable. Its voice is so fragile and sounds so sweet. At the time I am dipping at its beauty, I saw a girl playing with it with much affection. The girl and his brother came from a car with his father in the driver seat. They came to the store to buy some snacks and the girl asked her brother to buy and was playing with the pussy.

There was a long rope tied to a cycle carrier and the girl shakes the rope along the sides of the pussy and the pussy longs to catch the rope. It was cute seeing and then she lightly came near it and soothed the pussy’s spine. The pussy came very friendly and lied down. Then she suddenly held the pussy’s back neck’s skin and raised it to her holding the pussy’s back in the other arm. She said her father that it’s a girl pussy. She was all along cuddling it like a baby in her hand.

Then I saw a boy who is standing before me who came to buy something, looking at the girl instead of pussy.

அங்க நான் ஒன்னு கத்துகிட்டேன்.

பொண்ணுங்களுக்கு பூனை குட்டி அழகா தெரியும்

பசங்களுக்கு பொண்ணுங்க பூனை குட்டி மாதிரி தெரிவாங்க...

Then next day, when I was standing down, there comes a servant maid. She dragged the pussy in her one arm from near the car front tyre, where the pussy is resting for shade. She turned the pussy up side down and as soon as she saw that it was a girl pussy, she dropped it from her height down the ground. Then the pussy went under the car.