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A Beautiful Moment

2012-01-28T01:01:00.000+05:30

There are some moments in your life that you never want to miss and want to hold them in mind forever and replay when you are happy. One such was what it was like today evening... The clear and dark starlit sky, the beautiful heart-mellowing crescent, the glow that it manages to surround itself with, the star beside—not the troika that you usually admire but this one seems a

Music Panacea

2012-01-18T10:32:00.000+05:30

How much ever I temper my mind, it does not seem to get tamed And falls prey to the tormenting questions that have no answers And so, I seek music To clear my mind clouded with contemplation As company to the monologues in my mind To temper my mind further and To shield it from miseries. Dated: June 23, 2011

If by Rudyard Kipling

2012-01-12T16:19:00.000+05:30

If IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream – and not make dreams

You, me, and metaphysics

2012-01-07T10:58:00.000+05:30

Your thoughts spread on my brain like Ink on a blotting paper. Your confessions liberate me like Balloon filled with helium. Your presence make me feel like I am a log on water. Your words sting me like Arrow from a taut bow. Your letting-go act makes me like A ball thrown in the air. You go away and yet I am like A ball sunk in the water. All I do is to follow the law of physics; and

Some Retro Records to Welcome 2012

2012-01-01T23:50:00.000+05:30

Mishaps are like knives that either serve us or cut us, As we grasp them by the blade or the handle. ~ James Russell Lovell I complained I had no shoes till... I saw a man that had no feet. ~ Author Unknown Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterword. ~ Vernon Law When one door closes another door opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon

You and me

2011-12-27T11:02:00.001+05:30

You at the cafeteria... My eyes have done this a thousand times now: Wander for a while and trace back to you. Like a ball set in motion at the rim of a funnel.

Translation of Kadhal Vaithu from Deepavali

2011-12-20T12:09:00.001+05:30

Love Sunk I awaited embracing all the love and desire, trying to sieve your voice in the air… In your mirth I realized music. In your drift I realized direction. I fell into the sea of love, but remained afloat even after I was ashore. Your moves made me move. Alas! I vanished beautifully and seen nowhere. Every time I heard the fairy tales, I dismissed them to be farce. But

Childlike Joy

2011-12-13T13:40:00.000+05:30

I twisted and curled in my bed. Forget it. You are crazy, I said. I thought I would be able to tame, But my heart was not game. Yet again I was moonstruck. Could not say if it was good or bad luck. And when clock struck three, I thought I must let it free and stop the insane spree. I was so fixated that I would not rest. And went on as long as the joy would last,

Translation of Un Perai Sonnale from Dum Dum Dum

2011-11-30T11:27:00.001+05:30

What is in Name? All I say is your name, and sweetness takes over me. Please do not depart me. All I do is walk with you, and new blooms brim my path. Would you not go with me? Countless thoughts of you lurk in my mind, ready and waiting to devour my life. I shatter down, fleck by fleck, on the floor. Oh dear, where are you? I forget the consonants and the alphabets too. And sooner, I turn

Snack break

2011-11-23T15:34:00.001+05:30

Just a few minutes ago, I had this urge or a kind of an obsessive compulsion to drink coffee from the new CCD vending machine. Of course, my mind and heart did not sing the same notes. My mind was mindful of the calories in the cup of coffee but my heart was with the pleasure in the sip. Just when I was leaving my seat, a conversation picked up and a while went by and I was again in two minds.

Analogy

2011-11-15T17:12:00.001+05:30

Love and Accidents Are all aroundSeen anywhere and anytimeHas no logicBound by fateFollows no rulesRespects no rationaleBlindfoldedMysteriousDangerousSoul-wrenching --Inspired from the movie Engeyum Eppodhum

Imagery

2011-11-08T13:39:00.000+05:30

Body = Wall Food = Plaster Mixture Exercise = Plasterer's Float Thanks to... Dr. C. Saravanan MBBS, MS, MRCS, M.Ch (paed)

The Lane Story

2011-10-25T17:19:00.003+05:30

The two-second sound and light play Scene: Lane 2 - In my fast-car, on the highway. Lane 2 - A lady on a bike, just ahead. Dialog: Me: Honk Honk She: Indicated the right way, with her blinkers and moved to lane 1.

Food for thought...

2011-09-23T15:53:00.001+05:30

Just behind me, the blender was taking the life out of the fruits. It was not the scream of the mixer, but the shrill of the fruits like the bleat of the butchered animals.

The Wind Rogue

2011-09-12T18:30:00.000+05:30

This time... The rains did not rain. It was swept off its feet. Not by romance but by force. The clouds budded them fine but it could not bloom. This time... The clouds did not float. It was being shoved around. It was being chased and could not save its grace. Because, the wind played rogue teasing and rampaging, the clouds and the rain. And when it was all over,

Translation of Nee Korinaal from 180

2011-09-06T14:38:00.000+05:30

The five-minute wonder! Nee Korinaal is yet another beauty! Alright, in terms of what this time? A lyrical beauty, a visual beauty, and a musical treat. The format of the song just swept me off my feet: each line standing on its own, with absolutely no connection between its siblings and still making it a great song. The song has the male and female voices repeating a verse, each in a normal

Success

2011-08-18T14:49:00.000+05:30

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have

Notes

2011-02-24T11:44:00.001+05:30

Somehow liked this quote a lot! It makes a lot of sense but we hardly put it to practice... The palest ink is better than the best memory. - Chinese Proverb

Mazhai Varum... from Veppam - My rendition / translation

2011-01-28T15:30:00.001+05:30

My eyes see the harbinger of rains, but my heart seems to be drenching, is this love or loss? As I see the times of our togetherness unfurl before me, I seem to be losing grip of the ground under me, why is this so? My eyes that brighten as I lean on your shoulders, now look forlorn, looking for you. The flowers that bloom by our path, now look dismayed, waiting for your

Mazhai Varum... from Veppam

2011-01-13T15:08:00.002+05:30

Yet another warm song from Joshua Shridhar and Na Muthukumar! It has a simple and steady BGM flowing through the entire song with the violin, flute, and cello interludes adding strength. Suzanne D'Mello does her part well in creating an unrequited-love-song feel to it. A lady love's unrequited love song is of course extra-special! Suzzane's version has a mix of solitude, passion, fervency, and

How to name it?

2011-01-07T00:00:00.003+05:30

What do I call it, if I still feel the warmth you bestowed on me, ages ago..., When I have won the war waged by my failing memory, fate, time, and distance, the charm of new relationships, and life-changing events such as marriage and parenthood...?

Quotes as Commandments for the New Year

2011-01-02T15:04:00.002+05:30

Be fit for more than the thing you are now doing. Let everyone know that you have a reserve in yourself; that you have more power than you are now using. If you are not too large for the place you occupy, you are too small for it. - James A. Garfield Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out -

To the children's teachers...

2010-12-27T14:20:00.002+05:30

The piece below has been popularly referred to as Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher. There are sources that deny this, though. However it may be, I think of it as one of the best writings that I have come across till now. A few others are If (Rudyard Kipling), and Success (misattributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson). He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true.

Remembering 'Don't speak'

2010-10-05T11:37:00.000+05:30

You and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believe This could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons

Grief

2010-07-12T13:28:00.002+05:30

I am now,A betrayer of the past that I ought to be faithful toandA slave of the misgiving present.Because, eventhoughwe are so-close-yet-so-farin this 'the longest period' that we have lived togetherafter nearly a decade of solitude,Theconversations between me and youis a festering wound...My words, the oozing pus,an outcome of the tussle, betweenour forgotten past and the unforgiving present.And

Rain treasure

2009-12-05T10:29:00.003+05:30

I see...Hope on the burgeoning barren tree,Platinum on the waxy lotus platter,Gold at the tip of bamboo blades,Black diamond on the umbrellas,Emerald on the tender foliage,Sapphire on the washed skies,Garnet on the rose petals,Satin on smooth roads,Happiness in my mind,Warmth in my heart,Spirit in my life.

Let it be...

2009-11-21T11:02:00.002+05:30

Well, I don't have anything to say but only helpless questionsfor which I do have an answer, 'let it be'The only answer that I found for myself,the only convincing one,in the music and words of 'Let it be'Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, Yeah, there will be an answer, let it be.When I find myself in times of

Translation of Unnarugil Varugayil from Kalloori

2009-06-04T17:37:00.004+05:30

You enthrall me with your presence, You are the reason, my sweetheart... that I am always at loss. Ecstasy seeps into me, And I feel I am on the brink of fame Just when I hear your name. My shadow departs me to joins yours; I defy myself and I get reckless. I briefly assay, and my heart has nothing to say. Though I succeed in staying faraway from the thought of your eyes, your heart conquers

In love, but I win!

2009-05-10T15:31:00.004+05:30

Six hours and a few days. This was the time that I spent trying to find a competent English lyrical replacement of this beautiful song 'Unnargil varugayil...' from the movie Kalloori.The overall experience was even similar to falling in love. Initially, I felt an urge to win over the song by being able to come up with an equally competent English version. I attempted to pull through mindlessly,

Yesterday...

2009-05-03T08:16:00.004+05:30

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,Now it looks as though they're here to stay,Oh, I believe in yesterday.Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,There's a shadow hanging over me,Oh, yesterday came suddenly.Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday...Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,Now I need a place to hide away

Competition

2009-03-07T12:54:00.005+05:30

The urge to compete with self or others is an instinctive and deeply rooted feeling in quite a number of individuals, especially kids. What is important is to identify what evokes the spirit of competition in them. One morning, I was walking relatively relaxed towards the bus stop—relaxed enough to notice trivial things that often catches us unaware and lets us revel. There were the usual scenes

November Rain

2008-11-29T11:02:00.005+05:30

Bleached skies, blistered window panesDutiful warriors fighting the rain armed with the spokes and black arch.Incessant rains, incessant deaths.Bleeding roads--bleeding green instead of red.Helpless trees: do you ever repentthe death of a thousand leaves?'cos you bring the rain but the rains betray you...

You are too good...

2008-08-16T09:40:00.003+05:30

I am inside a moving trainthat wont let mehear, feel, or smell youYou are far awayblessing everyone with flourishblooming the blushing pink to redreplenishing the reservoirsreciprocating your love to the tree-tops and the grass rootswaking the slumbering leafletswith your gentle pats and tapsletting the satin clouds sweep and kissits lady love at the top of the mountainsyou are too good, despite

Theory of relativity

2008-07-24T00:09:00.003+05:30

Painstaking self-accomplishments made in the past five years looks far too easier and quicker than the goals that I plan to achieve between now and the end of the fifth year from now.

time off thoughts...

2008-07-05T09:35:00.003+05:30

feet's feel of a dry restroom floorcrows that imitate the celebration of a footballer's goalwork-life in fast lane and life in safe modeparentish body-language of an offspringcoherent flow of thoughtsretentivity of thoughts till you find a pendelicious breakfast of dinner left-oversself-indulgences of a martinetan unintrusive stranger in a journey

Buddha

2008-06-14T18:03:00.000+05:30

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after

Some Thoughts

2008-05-16T19:16:00.001+05:30

A wonderful painting is the result of the feeling in your fingers. If you have the feeling of the thickness of the ink in your brush, the painting is already there before you paint. When you dip your brush into the ink you already know the result of your drawing, or else you cannot paint. So before you do something, "being" is there, the result is there. Even though you look as if you were

My Current State of Mind...

2008-05-16T19:12:00.003+05:30

Happiness does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best.~ Theodore Isaac Rubin quotes (American Writer and psychiatrist b.1923)

Your imperfections...

2008-03-20T11:09:00.002+05:30

The maverick tooth that did not align with the othersThe marginal squint that shows up on your portraitsThe stubborn dimple that refuses to smileThe wanderer in you who meandersThe temper that stuns a tsunamiThe mind that thinksThe tongue that stings

Eureka!

2008-01-23T21:10:00.000+05:30

The sky thinks a lot on a cloudy day!

I am You

2008-01-19T23:37:00.000+05:30

I tend to act the same good way I heard someone say about melike how I try to be the replica of the portrait in which others considered me to be handsome.

Reminder:

2007-11-13T23:21:00.000+05:30

I am a bird. I must not walk.

Love. Fear. Sorrow.

2007-11-07T23:46:00.000+05:30

i didn't realise how diverted i wasuntil you looked at me, and only then my reflexes realised that i must set my stealthy eyes off you.It is the most fearful when you relate discrete events or objects to the death of someone close to you.True tears are those that you wept while you were imagining a world without the someone whom you value.i love your presence and fear your death...

Music and people

2007-10-26T23:45:00.000+05:30

This analysis started when I read a quote on iGoogle: Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune. - Kin HubbardFor a long time now, I had gotten into a habit of sharing quotes with my friend, over messenger. But, now that she has migrated to a foreign land to assay if the pastures are really greener, I kind of miss the remnants of the grins that we usually exchange when we

the 'd' words...

2007-10-19T22:14:00.000+05:30

despondentdispiriteddiabolicdepressingdulldisappointeddiscontenteddamneddesolateddevastateddankAdd Death also to the list... Somehow, I seem to be collecting a lot number of negatively-connoted words starting with 'd'.

July 2

2007-07-02T11:21:00.001+05:30

Every king was once a helpless baby, every oak once an acorn, every mighty ocean swell once a ripple, and every great structure once a blueprint. It is not where you are today, but where you are going that counts.

Being Varun...

2007-06-11T00:02:00.000+05:30

It does not take much being a two and a half year old kid who is very sharp, who does not bother much about things that he is not interested in, who lives the moment to the fullest—be it being angry, frustrated, sad, happy, ecstatic, or funny. Well at least, the state in which he is happy is certainly longer than the time he spends being in the pessimistic gamut of states. He quickly forgets

Quote

2007-02-09T16:15:00.000+05:30

They cut the grass to make it greener. Likewise, to grow continuously and sustain, make people feel insecure; insecurity breeds growth.I was thinking as to how I can make sense out of this quote. It kind of kept me haunting, because it has always been the case that I either like a quote or don't like it, or the quote would be really dumb. It has never been the case where it has made me think so

analogy

2007-02-03T09:05:00.000+05:30

You are as best as the grape that i am eating now, which has the rightsourness,sweetness,size,shape,succulence,wellness,andseedless.And..., i am yet to find You.Now, this is what I call pure distraction. The scenario: it is in the evening and I am analysing a set of very complex data and was completely immersed in a line of thought pertaining to it. I happened to unmindfully reach for a few

Translation of Nee Partha from Hey Ram

2007-01-28T21:24:00.002+05:30

Epitome of Passion - A translation of Nee Partha from Hey Ram Thanks to those fervent gazes that fazed us. Thanks to the night that brought togetherness in us. Thanks to the enduring wildness within us. And, thanks to each of the immortal memories between us. What is the need for the word, 'I'? I am nothing but you, and nothing without you. I bother not to beseech for boons anymore, 'cos I

what do i have for this new year?

2007-01-01T14:02:00.000+05:30

Well, it is strange... last year this time, I was in a different state as mine; and this year too I am in a different state—a different place altogether. A place where,no two haircuts and no two car models are the same,fast cars on the road make you think of a roaring seashore nearby,roads are so clean and neat that you think it is so artificial and almost out of the ordinary,you do not see as

Grandpa's little Story

2006-12-26T01:41:00.000+05:30

It was a Friday and the day for a review of that week’s work. The reviewer was a perfectionist and their last week’s review did not quite go well. So M decided to catch up with some revision and took out some printed material to go through. She had twenty minutes of her half hour bus travel from LA to Santa Monica Boulevard. She had a sheet of paper that has some of the most fancied lingo of the

Why and how does it happen?

2006-11-03T15:33:00.000+05:30

Yet again, the magician has done it, weaving spells in the air. And I realise and appreciate it pretty late. Usually, it is me who treasures and welcomes the brilliance of the outcome. This time it is late realisation.My question is which ear do I listen to... the voice and the music from the instruments complement as well as compete with each other. It is streamlined and simple music, without

All of a sudden...

2006-10-17T16:14:00.000+05:30

Music takes a long time to appease me.The cool crisp evening breeze fails to soothe me.I realise that I am turning blind... to the awesome sunrises, sunsets and the still full moon.My mind and feet does not take the path leading to divinity.I find dreariness has turned dearer, so much thatit has become the sole source of inspiration for creativity.Sometimes I lose grip of the things in my

a to zee

2006-08-05T01:09:00.001+05:30

Be an answer to those unanswered questions Be the breeze that dries my sweat off Be the cloud that provides me shade Be the danger that makes me bold Be the enigma for which I search an answer Be the fire that keeps me awake Be a goader who pushes me to reach the destiny Be the horizon towards which I keep walking Be the innocence that saves me from trouble Be that joy in my life for which I pray

scrambled!!

2006-06-12T02:10:00.000+05:30

A strange thought occurred to me in two consecutive days. This is about the two ladies at my office food court counter. The first day: one looks like an unforgiving teacher; the next day, the other lady looks like a doctor.The teacher behave-like with her grim face, questions people with her eyes, listens with her ears directed towards people and shrinking one of her eyes, right hand punches the

Those were the days my friend...

2006-06-02T18:30:00.000+05:30

When we blew our first big bubble out of the clandestine chewing gum; learnt to neatly roll the string around the ridges of a top, and swiftly flung the top from the tethered end of the string; first felt a thoroughly used prohibited catapult from a group of nomads who were ruthlessly aiming at the dogs, stretched the catapult to the maximum and splayed a mango off its stem; teamed up together,

Translation of Minnale Nee from May Madham

2006-04-23T12:02:00.001+05:30

Oh Mirage! What's the reason for your past presence? Why did you inflict that pain in my eyes? - and How did you disappear from my soul? The few seconds that you came in burnt away the warmth in me. Oh Mirage! My thirst is looking for you... My dreary eyes saw the vanishing act of your myriad colors, And all that I have, as memento, is the little warmth and sanity that I managed to salvage. My

Minnalae...

2006-04-22T23:39:00.001+05:30

minnalae! nee vandhadhaenadi? en kannilae oru kaayamennadi? en vaanilae nee maraindhupoana maayam ennadi? sila nazhigai nee vandhu ponadhu, en maaligai adhu vendhu ponadhu. minnale! en vaanam unnai thaeduthae... kan vizhiththup paarththapoadhu kalaindha vannamae - un kairaegai onru mattum ninaivuchchinnamae. kadharik kadhari enadhu ullam udaindhu poanadhae - ingu sidharippoana sillil ellaam

Mrinmayi and Malathi

2006-03-23T22:02:00.000+05:30

A circular beam zoomed from the eastern skies and created a private sun on the wall. This miniature sun steadily sank in front of her, as the sun at the east rose behind her. Sweet child of mine, rocked heavily from the blaring speakers. Malathi looked at the apparent slow movement of the sinking private sun and her usual ironical lop-sided smile appeared thinking about the underlying paradox.A

An morning in Mrin's life

2006-03-15T16:56:00.000+05:30

Heaps of mud decorated the road of the potters. For a change, they were not to make tiny pots that shelter the grains or water from pelter. They were to be used to create edifices, where the object of over-confidence, who thinks he is the GOD, is to take shelter. In fact, the structures would themselves be ashamed of their skyscraping.Joys of innocence spread warmth on Potters Street. The bundle

An evening in Mrin’s life

2006-03-07T22:04:00.000+05:30

It was just another day in the life of Mrinmayi—tall, fair, pretty, intelligent, and 28 years old. If you think that she is the protagonist of this story, you would soon learn the truth. The workload was pretty lean those days, due to the recent increase in staffing at her workplace. After many days, she got a chance to return home in that hour of the day. She decided to walk the few kilometers

little things...

2006-02-07T08:11:00.000+05:30

you are completely hard-pressed for time,but still manage to succumb to your urge to write,wanting to drink an amazing cuppa even if the burns are still hurting your tongue well past two days since your last sip,wary of the staircase that tumbled you,but still enthusiastically perform acrobatics on the same fleet of stairs the next day,knowing that you are gonna be badly hurt because of another

after a long time...

2006-01-27T22:49:00.000+05:30

i felt grateful to my friends,i lazed around doing nothing,i felt wasted after watching tv the whole day,i have lost interest in someone,i wanted to write,i wrote using my personal computer,i dozed off while i was attempting to think hard,i kept the food wastes on the secluded corner of the parapet wall,i despised and feared a copious insect that has been ruthlessly cruel to me,i was about to

life is beautiful... again, is it not?

2006-01-14T01:25:00.000+05:30

the bed of pale frosted grass, the bright green footsteps on the frosted grass, the gleaming sun in the east,the shimmering reflection of the sun-gold on the melting dew, the mix of the warmth of the basking sun and the morning chill, the inexpressible feeling when the baking sun sprawls on the skin, the bright early evenings, the sprightly light and crisp evening air, the sunset that you

Wen Raey is here!

2006-01-01T00:41:00.000+05:30

Exertions taught me new lessons, making me muse all the way to glory.With Wen Raey,Hope I see more Monday mornings and more trucks that gush the dust.hOpe I remember to...accept paradoxes and recharges gracefully, andtackle the blocks that eventually give bliss,be grateful to the wondrous ensembles and the pecks on the cheek,hoPe I encounter more silhouettes that make me see life, sleep, and

exertion

2005-12-16T10:29:00.000+05:30

physical exertion becomes an antidote to ennuiwhen there is no time to think—think about people, plans and painsno time to apply rationality and sensibilityno time to learn and unlearn and relearnwhen there is disgrace, disgust and hopelessness,and your soul is seething with angerto prove to the world of your capabilitieswhen there isthis world that, you think, is looking at youas an anathema.I

Hope, Dream and Sleep

2005-11-26T09:11:00.000+05:30

Hope is the dream of the waking manDream is the hope of the sleeping manSleep is the dream of the working manSuch an amazing quote!! I was stunned when I saw this yesterday, at my client's office. In fact, stunned is not the word. I am still being captivated and amazed by it. It is a beauty! Would surely rate it somewhere close to Separation by Merwin.I had googled to find who the author was.

Lessons

2005-11-08T09:57:00.000+05:30

The night was chill and calm.I took refuge in my private music sourceto bring myself out of a burgeoning bedlam.There were big ugly frogs hiding in the pipelines,scaring me and running a chill down my spine,a petite beautiful lady chatting with her boyfriend,construction workers returning from the day’s amends,and, maintenance boys changing shifts after mends.Farther from where I am, a naive

SEPARATION

2005-11-07T10:16:00.000+05:30

Your absence has gone through meLike a thread through a needle.Everything I do is stitched with its color.— W. S. MerwinSources:Merwin, W. S. "Separation." The Moving Target. New York: Atheneum, 1979. 9.This is a beautiful poem. I fell for it the day I read it at Melancholetta, sometime in April. Separation has been haunting me for quite a while now.

Story Tree...

2005-10-21T10:30:00.000+05:30

...contd from meeraHe thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-

musings

2005-10-17T09:00:00.000+05:30

There are withered leaves of yesterday,pale and dead;executed and lain bare on the green floorby the martinet, gushy evening winds.There are pigeons that enjoy free rides, down and up,stepping out from its man-made pretended nest,and landing ladylike on the outer ceiling of the elevator,saving its shoulder's strength for other worthwhile journeys,There are white-haired cranes that walk on the

The one that stays longer and stronger...

2005-10-13T09:21:00.000+05:30

The tough-minded optimist views any problem as a challenge to his intelligence, ingenuity and faith. He keeps on thinking, praying and believing. He knows there is a solution andso he finally finds it.The title was for another write-up that I started writing; but I have been held up with other things. I liked the title so much. And the one in quotes is something that I

Wondrous AR

2005-09-26T18:00:00.000+05:30

Yes, I am talking about Rehman!! I am literally spellbound by the ‘Mayiliragae’ song. It is certainly one of the most beautifully woven spell in the air. It falls under the simple songs genre—simple in terms of usage of the orchestration. It’s an amazing blend of North and South. And, I never imagined Tabla and Thavil would compliment each other so well.Even the non-apparent but significant

discourse

2005-09-09T17:47:00.000+05:30

Well, this is an aftermath of a discussion (call it chat) that I had with my colleague. Like in all lengthy discussions that meander to multitudinous topics, one invloves in the play of tracing it back to its origin, and I asked myself, "how did we start discussing about cats...?" Ahh... after unsuccessful brainstorming, I went back to him and in 5 seconds he came up, “pets<-the doctor who had a

Monday Morning...

2005-09-05T17:50:00.000+05:30

5.50 a.m., Monday morning.Ennui. 6.50 a.m., a bang on the shin, wrinkles on the face, clenching of the teeth.Blackout. 7.20 a.m., arriving at the bus stop--early by ten minutes, encore 1984, a lass lunging and falling on her face on the road--out of weakness, lifting her by her arm, settling her.Empathy.My bus arrives and is waiting for me to get in, a feeling of helplessness, getting into the

(Blue) Black Magic

2005-08-26T08:40:00.000+05:30

i was looking at a blue-black thick blanket, trimmed at the edges and curved like tree-tops, pinned up to a light-blue display board.and just when I took my eyes off,flickers of pinkish white lightshimmered from the thick of the blanketand showed me a few more hidden tree-tops.soon, revelation came along; they were the potential rain-bearing clouds,waiting for the wind to unfurl its flourishes!

dust and truck

2005-08-19T17:50:00.000+05:30

you ran down on me, and trashed melike the dust underneath the wheels of a truck,and i,i went behind you,gaining an ephemeral momentum,like the same loose dust,mindlessly rushing behind it.nota bene: my eyes saw the dust and imagination created the rest

isn't it ironic?

2005-08-14T23:15:00.000+05:30

After a very long time, it's lyrics time! It probably befits as a sequel to my last post. :-) I am not posting the entire lyrics here; instead, I am just quoting the ones that I thought were really the epitome of irony. I mean, if you are trying to explain the meaning of the word 'ironic', you would succeed if you just quote these. "A traffic jam when you're already lateA no-smoking sign on your

isn't it paradoxical?

2005-08-05T17:45:00.000+05:30

isn't it paradoxical,thatthe clock's hands have to go on in circles,for me to move ahead;i have to smelt ore,for iron to be robust;i have to pluck the taut guitar stringsto relieve me of my tautness;i have to dichotomize something to identify the beautiful symmetry in it;i have to imprison air,for a balloon to soar high with freedom;i have to bury a seed alive,for a plant to come to life?

words

2005-08-01T08:54:00.000+05:30

If you take it for granted that others know how much you appreciate them, they will probably think you take them for granted. Put thanks and appreciation into words.- anoni kinda liked this! believe me. words make quite a lot of difference... :-)

Recharge

2005-07-21T00:30:00.000+05:30

Three hours is the time that my cell takes to recharge from drain. I am human; I probably take much longer. Well, let me come to the things that matter to me right now and are lingering in my mind. Like how a small insignificant tiff rushes out all the past trivial tiffs to the forefront, the events in the few hours of a fine and sprightly morning acted on all the similar performances that failed

Block and Bliss

2005-07-12T17:25:00.000+05:30

I felt like standing in front of a tub of cold water,for yet another session of the morning ablution,knowing that I will be able to surpass the block and enjoy the bliss,only if I let it run down on myself for the first few times,every time...I sat down to write.

Ensemble

2005-07-03T16:05:00.000+05:30

An analogy is poetic; a comparison prosaic.CrushA kid toying with a trick it recently learnt to playNewlywed CouplesFresh toothpaste and a new toothbrushParents, Kids and IdentityFlower that bears fruitDisquietWrongly crossed cross-legged postureSea, Surfers, and SurfboardsCity Roads, Adults, and Bus FootboardAdvice, Acceptance and ResultsA Good Pen, Willingness to Write and a Beautiful

am grateful to

2005-06-27T09:09:00.000+05:30

the contrast-colored space around a literal,the silence that lets me hear the spelt out words,the darkness when i am asleep,the void that engulfs my mind,the discomfort in certain relationships,the coldness in a relationship,the restlessness of my mind and,my shortcomings.

kannathil muthamittal

2005-06-16T08:33:00.001+05:30

O! Flower of the heavens, Why that forlorn look in your eyes? You are the life’s beginning and the visible horizon. You swept like the breeze and stayed as the breath. O! Sanguine surge in the soul... You are my akin as well as my foe, the flower of love and a thorn in the womb, the cherished rain and the clouting thunder, a neonate body as well as an aching death O! Conqueror of death,

a peck on the cheek

2005-06-13T08:42:00.001+05:30

nenjil jil jil jil jil kaadhil dhil dhil dhil dhil kaNNathil muththamittaal nee kaNNathil muththamittaal oru dheyivam thandha poovae kaNNil thedal enna thaayae vazhvu thodangum idam needhaanae... vaanam mudiyumidam needhaanae kaatrai poala nee vandhayae swasamaga nee nindrayae maarbil oorum uyirae... enadhu sondham nee, yenadhu pagaiyum nee kadhal malarum nee karuvil muLLum nee chella

Silhouette

2005-06-05T11:20:00.000+05:30

It was a rainy dark night. There were heavy dosages of flashes of white light like those thrown on a celebrity involved in a controversy. And the thunders - they started from one end with heavy thumping and ended at the other end in an allayed mode – probably the heavens were witnessing those spiteful moments of the malicious pandava-gaurava dice tussle. But it seemed like the thunders and

life... sleep... and death.

2005-05-29T20:30:00.000+05:30

can i live as peacefully as i sleep?can i sleep as peacfully as people die?written a long, long, long time ago - maybe about 5 to 6 years...

Life is beautiful.

2005-05-23T08:30:00.000+05:30

My Credits: Meera’s listsThe distant church chimes, the day’s first tune that you hum, the locked hair in between a hook, the pink tint on the clouds after a sunset, the sweet body ache after a tiring workout, trembling of the hand, the subtle hints in a budding relationship, the creak from a sheave, usefulness of an aglet, lint on washed clothes, the non-committal conversation with a long

How does it feel...

2005-05-16T08:44:00.000+05:30

when,you see the crisp leaves of a checkbook that bears your name,you just created an excellent piece of writing,you see a pretty ladyand...she takes a really long time to walk past you,you lose your ear to a humorous jingle amidst cacophony,you see a date associated with youthat stands as a proof of an enduring relationship,you are acknowledged for an extremely brilliant joke,you understand the

memories...

2005-05-07T13:22:00.000+05:30

my headgear lies somewhere on top of a stand,unused and covered up with layers of dust - the smaller specks neatly and comfortably juxtaposed, among the bigger blotches...

Making love out of nothing at all, Air Supply.

2005-04-30T23:15:00.000+05:30

I am waiting for you, in the backyards of my house. I want it to happen again; the same way as it happened a few nights ago. Ours was not something that was planned. The tryst was destined and was forecasted by the heavens. But like all forecasts and predictions, I was as cynical as I would always be. I paced up and down for a few minutes and looked at the heavens. I had a premonition that you

Rambling

2005-04-22T18:33:00.000+05:30

Ppl!!! You must listen to this… the moment this happened I thought I should be blogging about this. Here I go.Life was getting pretty heck-ed up and inertia was setting into me. Things were moving at a pretty fast pace but nothing moved me – I was like the coin in the inertia example in the physics text books. Machine-washed clothes piling up on my bed waiting to be moved into the wardrobe; maybe

Days of ignorance / innocence

2005-04-16T13:07:00.000+05:30

Quite unbelievable; but we, I mean our family, didn’t own a TV until I was 10 years old. Thank God for that. I am sure it was a blessing in disguise. Prior to that, I didn’t have much access to TV either. My mommy would probably let us, I mean me and my brother, watch ‘OLiyum Oliyum’ (tamil) – ‘Light and Sound’. I pity the English language for not having been able to express lucidly, the fact

Transmigration

2005-04-07T08:36:00.000+05:30

After pacing up and down for a few seconds she sat on the parapet of her terrace. There are a bunch of school boys who were improving their reflexes, reacting to the ball thrown on an unevenly surfaced wall. A few others on the same balcony were, apparently, discussing cricket. There is a guy on a distant terrace showing signs of interest towards this lady sitting on a parapet wall.The sun was

Impromptu, Random Thoughts!

2005-04-01T13:10:00.000+05:30

The aspiring cyclist who keeps trying to pick up a race with every speeding vehicle, that fast approaches him from the rear and eventually zooms past him in a jiffy,The commoner who desperately tries to pick up a cue, from the girl who travels in the slow moving bus,The killer-stare from the meekest of all the pedestrians, who has been offended by the sudden and unexpected barge of a vehicle

Something!!

2005-03-24T15:40:00.000+05:30

I am not sure what has gotten into me! Well, you must be wondering what I am talking about. I don’t understand this something that is happening to me. The other day I was listening to ‘Ennai pooppol koithuvittal...’ from ‘Minnalae’ and though I have listened to it before, this something happened to me and I deleted all other songs on my play list and kept listening to this song alone for about

Theories and Proofs

2005-03-16T23:21:00.000+05:30

Having understood the theory behind the energy consumptions, I switched off all the electrical devices at my home, then switched on each of the same, one by one, to check at what rate the energy meter runs.Having understood the theory behind surface tension, I related it to events that happened in the next few seconds the soap-foam fell on a wet floor.Having learnt the ‘light travels faster than

Results of a few interesting things... that I thot abt

2005-03-08T18:34:00.000+05:30

There is an English word whose meaning is: the meaning of the word is known but the word is not known.well...I do not remember the word!!__________There are certain things in life that you can neither categorise as permission nor information. It is something like the side indicators used by drivers to take a right or a left turn.______________I saw the hoarding of a Fitness studio and how