The Sun and the Sea, and me with she, my friend.

Life is at its prettiest best, when its at the break of dawn, or late in the night. That too when combined with a beach and a friend......no words.

Today's (10-Nov-2011) life got kick-started so excitedly, in thoughts of going to the beach.

And, you believed me.

With horrific alarm bells and horrified eyes, I mumble, "Oh God!!!....have to get up sooo early!". My flimsy bed cover holds me tight with as much warmth it could give, and my pillow singing sweetly in my ears. Oh then I realised, its my mobile phone. Who else, a call from my friend telling me "Get ready!!!"

Fifteen minutes later...

The silky sand pulls us in, welcoming us with deserted shops and sounds of the sea. Through meaningless chatter, I notice her bubbled up eyes lids, pink with lost sleep. And, awe, there it is...

The glory of the Sun - praised by the sea, with its droplets shimmering away with glittery golds. The waves all velvety and welcoming, goes up-down in a fashion of wanting me to come near it. I give in, letting the softest caress to my feet, ever so gently leaving me, making me want more.

An hour passes by, without us knowing, nor with complete sentences passing between us. Such magnificence is the art of God, and I, to receive it all.

Can man ever be able to create something greater than this?

My first effort on poetry writing - in Thamizh!!

This is my first effort to write poem in Thamizh. Felt it was best to share it, cuz i personally love this one. I wrote it during a beautiful afternoon in 2007, when Coimbatore was at its best with a light rain, just outside my window.

Its about a guy singing to his lover..the rain.

kaadhalai kuda kaatrai madhikum ikkalathil..
mazhai'eh! ne en unmai kaadhal adi..!
(In this period, when love is valuable only as a passing wind,
Rain, u r my true love, my girl!)

sottum mazhai'ilum, un madi'il kedapean
moochi muttum varai, un sottu muttha'thai sumapean.
(I will lie on your lap even thru dripping rain. Will take your rain droplets as kisses even when its breath-taking)

veyil kaindhu kidakirean, un varugai edhir parkirean,
veesum kaatril un vaasam illai adi,un manadhil naan illai adi !
(I'm parched in the sun, awaiting your arrival,
but there is no Earthy fragrance in the blowing wind, which means I'm not in your heart!)

imaigal sumai'agi, vizhigal irul'agindrane...
Satt'endru ne idi thudithai, en kannithil oru thuli ittai..!
(My eyelashes are now burden, my vision is darkening...
And all of a sudden you become alert and with a thunder, send a drop of rain to my cheek!!)

Adhu un muttham'oh..illai un thandanai'oh..
"Ennai marandhu ena urakkam?" endraye ne...!
(I dont know whether it was meant as a kiss or a slap,
"How can you sleep forgetting all about me??" says, she)

Ofcourse, the english translations are creating a havoc to the poem, anyways, serves a purpose. Hope u enjoyed :)

Relationships

I'm a normal town-city girl in my twenties. Town-city girl? Yes, they are the one's who are confused whether to follow their heart, or stick to the conservative rules. Rules imposed by who, really? In my life, my Dad was a really out-of-the-world guy, who always took the 'road not taken'. He hated to sit and listen to people, but believed only his intelligence foremost. I guess I got that from dad. It is so happens, most often in our country, what is said by most, will either be the "safest option" but not particularly a smartest option. People here are scared to guts to take risks, to innovate and work on an idea, but yet, we've got so many engineers in our country. "Engineers" being synonymously taken in as "money-making machines", nothing else. How much 'creativity', and 'calculated risk-taking' can help us succeed is a thing to be learnt from other developed nations I needn't mention.

Now, boiling down the topic to its essence further more - 'safe option', and 'smart option'.

As glaringly visble in my blog as the title, 'Relationships' as in a marriage perspective are often been juggled between these two words: 'safe-option' or the 'smart-option'. Wait, let me first explain, a comparatively less-safer option can still turn out to be smart option, cant it? A smart-option is when you trust what you believe, and go ahead. When you give space for both your head and your heart. You do it, not just because you feel it could turn out right, but because you also believe it 'feels right'. I'm in no way support of all risk-takers, but still would be happy to see a few these days.

Back to my title, mmhmm, Relationships. Now we all know, what the 'safe-option' is - what we call the - Arranged marriage (Whatever!!). But is it really safe? What is done: Finding a guy suitable for the family 'status' is foremost, and the guy/girl's character (well, rofl) will be scrutinized. It undergoes various surgeries, depending on the parent's depth of concern and 'urgency' for the marriage to be done. Ya, and an absolute proof of certainty that this marriage will be successful is the 'birth-chart' matching! Credibility of which, is reader's choice!

We are not only damaging the youth's confidence and growing emotional-intelligence, but also assassinating a vital growth pattern of their life. Men and women complement each other in many aspects, which keeps changing in today's world, as roles are being shuffled everyday. Why to still stick to something, which is unhealthy? Men and women work together in various fields, conservatory rules don't work as far as professional life is concerned, why cant the same flexibility be brought to choosing the right spouse? As we have unsaid rules in business, certain etiquettes and mannerisms, such in parallel can be brought to our culture as well with regard getting to know the opposite gender better.

Being "open-minded" is one.

Attraction & Love are not 'bad ' terms, but something naturally gifted to each individual by God. How can it be denied to a normal individual in our country alone?

It is for the youth to decide what the smart-option is.

Get smart.

MeMorieS: Reloaded

Sometimes, Memories feels so sweet. But at the end of it, there's that "deep sigh" signalling the pouring in of reality! Who'd ever wonder all the happiness would settle just as little pics @ the back of our head, only for us to see. People in our memories might not have the same memory as we do, or have the same perception of the memory as we do. Its something special, and as unique, as us. But why do we really need them? This is something which has always been one my unanswered questions, through the never ending philosophical rides I have within myself. Ya, i'm an absolute emo!

Then one day,

My school friend pops on my chatroom window. So excited is she, to find me! So am I! We chat for so long, just like those years gone by. I feel the longing, those chats we had during breaks, about all the interesting things in life. Be it literature, God, Science, etc. Yes, we were that secluded 2 member gang! Nobody we closely knew ever had that interest in such things as we did. We were Outlaws. But we liked what little things we knew, and shared.

Then, passes on those years. Lost touch.

Me became, that "useless teen" to a somewhat-settled "Designer". She went to become that, " Talented IT girl". She has published poems in Tamil mags. Wow! Me, well, a letter to a editor, of how nice his mag is -  got published. Now we know for what real reasons it got published :p, "Free advertising".

Anyways, I felt this huge "get useful" adrenaline rush inside. Why not Write? Why not read a couple of useful books, and spend time more meaningfully?

Now I feel, Memories are cool. So are friends.

New Year Experience @ The "Holy" Temple

There is much difference in the spirituality which we see today, than those we read in History books. Its a game now. A Game of Money and fame. No, am not talking about the Nithyananda scandals. And, yes, it could apply to those kind of scandals too. But what I have to say is rather yet so simple, and compellingly credible...its about the Pujaris we meet in temple.And the crazy mob that surrounds them during festivals.



I had been to a historical place in Bangalore. Someshwarswamy Temple. My friend had accounted this rather inquisitive experience. People offering money for the pujari in the "archana plates", rather, steal the change! I guess conductors of Bangalore rather rule people's minds, with their "Change kodi change kodi". People scared to the guts for being snatched of the minimal money they have to offer, rather, yes, keep a ten rupee note and take (snatch) the change from the "archana plates". Where is the time for reflection and prayer?

Pujaris on the other hand, fed up with the ravaging mob, and the ridiculous mob's mindset of even snatching "prasad" from kids (an experience accounted by me, during the ridiculous time had at the temple), rather stop offering prasad after a count of, maybe, 'five..or ten..' May be that's what they murmur while walking in the danger zone in between the parallel forces of the mindless mob. No time to offer every damn "devotee" a pinch of prasad. Where is the time for selfless service and love?

There is just no time.

I'd rather visit the lake. And now that's a different story as well. Lake? Even been to a clean one?