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20 Jan

Just another day in the commute through the brutal Mettupalayam Road and to lessen the lag,  I took to the music of the Rahman of the previous century in an album called the “Jeans”. While I thoroughly loved the music that soothed my senses giving a unique pleasant feeling and making me to vividly remembering the situations that leads to the songs.

Then, it occurred to me that Madhumitha (played by Ashwarya Rai) is so multifaceted in the character in the movie that I had always brushed off as a commercial entertainer. So, she is at first a seemingly innocent young thing and then a lover lady who dances around the Canyons and the world wonders in all the exquisite attires. Then situation demands her to became an alter-ego con-artist which she difficultly manages to maneuver for a bit making her suffer as the recipient of the wound of a double edged sword slowly killing her brother-in-law. Then she is a  very elegant classical dancer of the modern age with a divine voice which almost “kills” the audience (in the movie). I feel all the other characters spun with the story are just supporting roles among the amazing transformations of this character. All this could be possible on a movie like this wherein you adorn all the brilliance under one character. All the brilliance of the music, lyrics and the characters are the brain child of a enormous team of skilled individuals yet the characters and the people who play it get into the people’s minds forever making the movie experience memorable. No wonder it was played by a beautiful actress who was acknowledged as World beauty with talent.

PS: The inspiration of the post came from the movie “Kadal” but I will keep it off this on a separate post.

Optimism – A short story

3 Nov

Shared by Mahesh as comments in this post  in my blog

there was a famous pop singer & he once traveled to some outskirts of Africa

when he finishes his program he got a huge payment

then he reached his hotel & was packing his things to fly back, he saw a women around 35 yrs of age just outside his room with tore clothes & lot of sorrow in her face & she was starring at his room

he just stepped out & went near the lady & asked her who is she & why she is starring at his room

the lady said that she has a child suffering from brain tumor & doctor had advised for a major operation & if the same is not performed within a week the baby will pass away

the singer was really moved by the situation & he gave all the money he just got & he went to his room, then he realized he does not have even a penny left to go back to his place

he went & requested the organizer for some funds & he promised he will perform a show for free if he helps

the organizer happily gave him some funds & he left

after 6 months he again came to same place to keep up his word

the same room attendant came to him & said, I was told you were talking to the street lady when you visited last time, the singer told yes & gave him a brief about what happened

the room boy started smiling & stated that the lady is an orphan & she does not have any baby, she normally tells same story to outsiders & gain their sympathy & get some money from them

the story stops here & a question is asked

if you were the singer, in this situation how you will react?

the reaction of the singer

he has very happy & he said the room boy ” I am very happy & glad to hear that the lady does not have a dying child ” he was really happy & tipped the room boy heavily

this is the height of OPTIMISM

Likes n Loves – Part 2

19 Sep

My friend had suggested that the previous post “Likes and loves” was somewhat shallow and that it started and ended abruptly. It had gone out of the focus (my focus) for a little while. The inspiration of the post was kind of inevitable and it is one of my favorite songs which is why I am writing this. “Anbil Avan” from “Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya” is that song. It have always liked this song and particularly enjoyed the background music in the interludes depicting Kattimelam and the choir chorus I am unaware of. This was until the day that I felt this song will be a painful memory, I started to boycott it, this was of course until a month before, after I felt the pain is slowly going off. This is another example of the cycle of Likes, Loved and Love Nots. I have never expected songs which are my closest thing could become a harsh souvenir of reality. It also reminds that we are just alone and not even the closest could stay with you forever.


I wanted to post the continuation to this thought in another post, but hey, I thought let this be coherent. All this started with a casual conversation and to this day, I just hoped it did not happen. I cannot get to its details, it’s too sensitive. The days after this conversation had me torn for months together, it got me out of control for a little while. I had not been like this since last four years. From this, I did learn one thing. It is that do not go deep into something, some person until you know that they know they are with you like you expect to. And I do not blame myself or the other one that was in our conversation and I should not have put myself towards what the conversation led me to.

PS:  I have always tried to avoid writing about this in my blog, but somehow could not stop myself to do so.


Likes and Loves

11 May

Long time since my last post. The inspiration of this post came mid-where around a hungry meal. I was gulping down chunks of food when I realized that how much I disliked the dish before.  I used to skip that dish or settle down to an alternative one. I cannot believe I have started to like it after all,  I took several helpings of the same dish in that meal. There is this drumstick which I used to like so much in my childhood days, which I hardly be able to eat it now. Sometimes, we tend to like things which we disliked most. Wonder how things circle around. The same goes for the things we liked.  It is strange that we tend to love someone (who has left us for good) more than we used  to after they left. There are numerous things that needs to be minded but the thoughts of this will occupy us for a good amount of time. Guess it is the same for the vice versa. The cycle between likes and loves circle around all the time and I’m not sure if this saga changes at any point of time.

The day after – Part 2

5 Dec

A month and a fortnight since I wrote an unpublished draft, one line old 😦 Will get back to this later. Times are hard and so is my daily life. This particular thing, one that I am writing now is of particularly thought often. How could things be after life? I remember killing myself in my mind umpteen times for that. I would think how much impact that would cause to my little world. I decided to write this one when Mahesh told me about this. I had gone through a certain period of time in this kind of delusion after the departure of my closed one. I am sure one goes through a lot in his/her life until that day comes. Although there is much debate in what happens after one dies, I feel that the world moves on after this loss. I still recall the lines “எத்தனை கோடி கண்ணீர் மண்மீது விழுந்திருக்கும். அத்தனை கண்ட பின்னும் பூமி இங்கு பூப்பூக்கும்”. It is a direct END to life, I am still unsure why world works this way. It could be the legacy he/she leaves behind and the emotions that the departed one gives to his fellow beings. It has always been that way to me. I am currently toiled by a thousand, million emotions and thoughts bugging all my day getting into my otherwise “peaceful” mind. Sometimes, I think of bursting my emotions for the whole world to get to see it somehow. If I am gone, I believe I will have an impact on my closest ones at least. At that point of time, I guess this journal would be a memoir of my memories and emotions. I feel insecure about the days I have spent and the days I am going to spend due to the fact that anything can happen anytime. Worse is the situation where there is nobody to care about the expired one. I remember seeing a documentary of a group of monkeys ( not sure about them being orangutans or chimps) living on a city in Rajasthan. Suddenly, one baby monkey dies, the monkeys go on doing some kind of rituals for the departed one, much similar to humans. One should look at their faces on the following days to come. There is no doubt that they are the most intelligent creatures, I think the rest of the creatures also have feelings but not sure if they exhibit it. Death goes as end of life but does give the world a legacy that is never realized when lived.

Will add more to this in days to come. My take on life after death.

The dusk

2 Oct

Before going in reading to the text, the comments are entirely mine and everything mentioned here is based on my opinion and my experience, I welcome all insights to my ideas and you are free to provide opinions.

I have always wondered how life would be like after a few decades of life, (mentioning few decades, unsure of how long am going to live). I wanted to know about the elderly age quite in early or get a glimpse of it somehow. We took examples of your grandparents for instance as how old age could be like. Perhaps it could be life’s best or worst time to pass with since we had to deal with the last stages of life, its completion. What amazes us is the fact that new born and the elderly have the best and worst in this life as they deal with the start and the end of the life-cycle respectively. The old age has been spoken about by many and many including the famous and quotable “All the world’s a stage” by Shakespeare. Thinking about this gives me quite an impression. The body of an elderly gets tired but the mind is agile and wary. Most of them may or may not have satisfied what they have yearned for all their life. This makes it the best and the worst of last stages of life. When the senses darken and get blurred with senility and other physical plus emotional strains. They have to live in the midst of their groomed children who are now taking up the aides and living up their part. They tend to understand the real colors of what could be like in the midst of their children who they have to rely on them, the good the bad and the ugly. Well, the children alone cannot be blamed for everything, the elderly seem to get on the nerves real quickly making some so-called bad days to upgrade to worse. I have seen them get real self centered and turning their kin’s life into a some kind of nightmare. They behave childish not only on the physical self but also could be emotionally too. It’s very hard to understand their reason and to the core, they are as mysterious as a baby’s gaze into your eyes.

யாரோடு யாரோ .. ?

23 Sep

This is the song which is killing me softly on a daily basis, this has stolen a good part of mine, cos I am mumbling this a good part of every day. The song explains the relationship between an evil guy and a baby, completely off league each other, the video is equally catchy but I love the lyrics. Here it is, “yaarodu yaaro” from the movie YOGI.

யாரோடு யாரோ இந்த சொந்தம் என்ன பேரோ..
நேற்று வரை நீயும் நானும் யாரோ யாரோ தான் ?
ஒரு ஆளில்லா வானில் கருமேகங்களின் காதல்
கேட்க இடி மின்னல் நெஞ்சை நனைக்குமோ ..?

வஞ்சம் கொண்ட நெஞ்சம் உருகுது கொஞ்சம்
சிறுகதை தொடர்கதை ஆகுமோ?
இது என்ன மாயம், சூரியனில் ஈரம்
வெண்ணிலவில் விடியலும் தொடங்குமோ?

நதி வந்து கடல் மீது சேரும் போது….
புயல் வந்து மலரோடு மோதும் போது..
மழை வந்து வெயிலோடு கூடும் போது…
யாரோடு யாரும் இங்கே ஹே ஹே ஹே…

வஞ்சம் கொண்ட நெஞ்சம் உருகுது கொஞ்சம்
சிறுகதை தொடர்கதை ஆகுமோ?
இது என்ன மாயம், சூரியனில் ஈரம்
வெண்ணிலவில் விடியலும் தொடங்குமோ?

இதயங்கள் சேரும் நொடிக்காக யாரும்
கடிகாரம் பார்ப்பது இல்லையே..
நீரோடு வேரும், வேரோடு பூவும்
தொடர்கின்ற நேசங்கள் வாழ்க்கையே..
ஒரு உறவும் இல்லாமல் உணர்வும் சொல்லாமலே
புது முகவரி தேடுதோ.. ?
வாய் மொழியும் இல்லாமல் வழியும் சொல்லாமல்
பாசக்கலவரம் சேர்க்குதோ ?
ஒரு மின்மினியே மின்சாரத்தை தேடிவரும் போது
என்ன நியாயம் கூறு, விதிதானே…?

பறவைக்கு காற்று பகையானால் கூட
சிறகுக்கு சேதம் இல்லையே…
துளையிட்ட மூங்கில் தாங்கிய ரணங்கள்
இசைக்கின்ற போது இன்பமே…
சிறு விதையும் இல்லாமல் கருவும் கொள்ளாமலே
இங்கு ஜனனமும் ஆனதே..
ஒரு முடிவும் இல்லாமல் முதலும் இல்லாமல்
காலம் புதிர்களை போடுதே..
அட அருகம்புல்லின் நுனியில் ஏறி நிற்கும் பனி போல
எத்தனை நாள் வழக்கை, தெரியாதே….

வஞ்சம் கொண்ட நெஞ்சம் உருகுது கொஞ்சம்
சிறுகதை தொடர்கதை ஆகுமோ?

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