நெஞ்சோரத்தில் ஒரு ஈரம்

ஜோட்டுப் பிள்ளைகளாய் வெய்யிலில் ஆடி...
ஆற்றங்கரை குடைந்து களிமண் எடுத்து,
சொப்பு சட்டியில் கற்களி வைத்து...
கிளிஞ்சளில் அதை பறிமாறி,
அரசமர இலையில் விசிறி செய்து...
ஆலமர காற்றில் கண்ணயர்ந்து,
காவிரி தடத்தில் குழி பறித்து...
குவளைப்பூக் கொண்டு குளித்துலர்த்தி,
கருவேலம் சுள்ளியில் மச்சு வீடமைத்து...
ஊர் பிள்ளையாரை காவல்வைத்து,
வேப்பங்கொட்டையில் போர் நடத்தி...
கொட்டாங்குச்சியில் மழை குடித்து,
அலரிப்பூ மாலைமாற்றி நார்தாலி கட்டி...
பொழுதுசாய, புழுதியோடு சிரித்து,
வாழ்ந்த அந்த வாழ்க்கைகள்...
பாட்டி வீட்டில்!
வௌவால் வாழும் பரணில்
அடுத்த விடுமுறைக்காக சேமித்த,
எடுக்க மறந்த ரகசியங்களைப் போல் -
இனி கிட்டாத நினைவுகள்

A seed takes root

I tell my story as the moon wakes
to the stars and fishes by the lake
some leaves shed in laughter
and poetry grows when tears water
I harvest a new day for that night's sake

நித்யமல்லி

குயில் போடும் கூச்சலில் துயில் களைந்து

உள்ளங்கை வெப்பத்தில் கண்திறந்து

கன்னம் வருடியும் புறம் புரளும் சிணுங்கல்.

ரசித்து, முகநூல் காணாத வாசல் கோலமிட்டு

உள்வந்தால், விரல் பட்டு கைமாறும் கோப்பையில்

உள்ளம் விழிக்கும் ஓர் காலை வணக்கம்!

என விந்தையாய் ஒரு வாழ்க்கை செய்வோம்!

அடிபம்பில் குளியல், ஆழ்மனதில் வேண்டுதல்

உடல்வியர்க்க, உச்சி காய, நாவறள வேலை! முடிய

களைத்து அமர்ந்து, கதையுடன் காயும் சோறும்!

ஆறுதலாய் துவைத்துளர்த்திய காற்றாடிகள்.

கண்ணயர துணையாய் பழங்கதை பேசும் காகம்,

இவ்வாறு வானொலியுடன் மூன்றாம் ஜாமம்!

என விந்தையாய் ஒரு வாழ்க்கை செய்வோம்

தோட்டத்து மல்லிகையும், முற்றத்தில் ஊற்றிய ஈரமும்

மனதை உரக்க உரைக்க, மலர்ந்து, அகல் ஏற்றும் வேளை,

ஆற்றங்கரை காற்றலை சேர்க்கா மௌனத்திலும் -

நதியோர பிள்ளையார், வீதியோர கூட்டாளிகள். இடையே

கால்மணி குலுங்க, கண்வலை ஈர்க்க

நாம் ஆடும் யாருமறியா கண்ணாமூச்சியிலும் -

அடிவானம் வெட்கப்படும் சாயங்காலம்.

என விந்தையாய் ஒரு வாழ்க்கை செய்வோம்

குமுட்டி அடுப்பும், கோழிமுட்டை பல்பும்

பலகாலம் போன கதை சொல்லி,

பலகாரம் செய்துண்ணும் போதும்

பின் பலவாறு தினம் சொல்லும் ஒரே கதையில்

கைவிசிறிக்காற்றில் ஆடும் வளையோசை லயத்துடன்

இருள் கொண்டு பொருள் தேடி விடியும் நள்ளிரவு

என விந்தையாய் ஒரு வாழ்க்கை செய்வோம்

A dream of form in days of thought

If you don't remember, then what was the point?
Of the beginning and its ends

Of greedy hearts and tender thoughts

Of nights of moon and promise of stars

Of baby dreams and solid grounds

Of silent questions and answered kisses

Of taste of hunger and pleads for quiet
Of stolen wishes and empty verses
Of woes of gay and depths of faith
Of washed up desires and chosen poison
Of tales of burdock and minnows and elephants
Of honest haunts and bloodied silence
Of the short truth and longer shadow
Of anything from here back to the top
If you can't forget, then what was the point?

whatchamacallit?

அடர்ந்த காடு. தனிமையில்,

துணைதேடி ஒரு பூமரம்.

பார்க்க வந்த ராஜன் வியந்தான்.

இது கலை! இது  காவியம்!

பலவாறு புகழ்ந்தான் .

மேலும் அழகாய் ஆக்க வியைந்தான்.

இலைகளின் சரசரப்பு இரைச்சலை வெறுத்தான்.

கிளைகள் ஆடம்பரம் எனக் களைந்தான்.

குளிர் நிழல் பொழுதுக்கும் தேவையில்லையே!

பொருளின்றி காயும் தண்டு  வீணென்று வெட்டினான்

“இதனால் நான் நானாக இல்லாமலே போவேனே!

இவ்வாறு புண்ணாக்கி இத்-தையல் தேவையா”?

கேட்ட மரத்திடம்: "ஒப்பற்று இருப்பாய்

நான் கலைஞன்,  நம்பு என வருத்தினான் !"

உயர்ந்து காற்றில் ஆடிய மரம்,

அமர்ந்து கதை பேசும் மேடை ஆனது.

கற்பனையா , மிகும்  காவியமா  என்று அறிஞர்கள்  விவாதிக்க

பேதமையே,வெறும்  சோதனையே  என்று  கிறுக்கர்கள்  கெஞ்சினார்கள்.

தன் விதி  நிலை  வெறுத்த  மரத்திடம்

ஒரு  பூச்செண்டு கொடுத்து;

"நான் என்ன செய்தேன், இன்னும்

உன்  வேர்  உன்னிடம் தானே  கேட்டான்"!

எதனால் ஏமாற்றம், எதற்குப்  பழி என்றான்!

Stream of consciousness

The metronome of the chirping cricket pierces the serenity of the drip drop of the flowing water. Surprisingly, it's not annoying. Its interlude is in fact quite ... amalgamating? Is that a word? One side of the four petals of the fountain is flowing short, she notices. Following that thought comes another thought, which is, that, it’s quite brilliant she can make up the petal analogy for the flowing sides of the fountain. There isn’t anyone who is going to know that! There is a light in the far away window. It had earlier painted a nauseatingly domestic picture of a family having dinner, laughing and burping and sharing days’ worth of missed words! She turns her head away from that. There is a slight movement near the bush… probably frogs or something sinister that has been making the wheezing sound. A garden snake slithers into the fountain lake. It could be a light twig moving in the wind. Said wind carries the tantalizing aroma of drying grass settling down for the sultry night of promising rain. Its quiet erotic if one is into that sort of thing! Sprawling further comfortably on the dry lawn she turns her head heaven wards! Heaven ward! Again, nice phrasing! Is that light that’s twinkling far to the west some bright star...probably Venus or simply just a tower with blinky light?
Ah, who cares!
Ti-ting announces the sound. The first thing that pops in the mind "I'm not going to talk every again!" makes her chuckle. Like a drunken promise, I-won’t-talk-again has been broken many number of times that it has become a reflex to think that with every sigh.

Hey, she says wearily with all intentions to avoid talking.

Hi, comes a sort of bored automatic response!

This breaks the wont-talk idea into smithereens and brings the gruff reply; I have heard all that you have say.

And yet, and yet..

Time lapses into the sort of silence which precariously balances on the weak one's will to keep it together.

Maybe I’am the problem

Hmm. Maybe!

DON'T start!

On comes the complicated roll of eyes

This time it’s the other one who plays the card

The things you take for granted someone else is praying for.

Uh! rolls in the downward turn of the lips. Not exactly what I asked for.

You don’t know the end game

What do I care about the end? Don’t like the current play

You know, giving up is easy

Now! I have heard this bullshit from many people many times. It’s not about a moment’s mad decision. It is a culmination of a millions of indecisions having no point to play

The fountain flows fracturedly into the windy night

Look around you, look at the beauty, says the tiny Voice of the Head!

It'd still be beautiful tomorrow.

You don’t know that.

I don’t have to.

If you don’t like what you have, try and change it.

What if trying is what is killing you.

Don’t be dramatic. It will definitely be alright!

You know, everyone needs a purpose in life. Something to hold on to – a faith. A reason. A finger. A hope. Atleast. Something.

I think you like being this way

No. And that’s the point

Isn’t there no fight left in you.

I still have you. Annoyingly! But what else is the point. Fight and then fight some more! Where is the peace!

Peace is when you want it.

Exactly.

The last light in the far away curtain goes off for the night. Symbolic, that is.

Until the morrow!

LiveTweetingVayKay

Starting this series..

..to keep a log of gyans that udhith during vacation that when said out loud or in a more popular (ahem!!) space would have people doubling their eye -rolls and not so subtly shifting away!!

So dear non-existant reader..today you get to be the hero.and.the audience!!

#LiveTweetingVayKay

Just saying,starting this series.

The Old King's Fool from Sonnet 155

I need to be able to write a write-up for this wonderful song. But all I can think of is, if you would just hear it you would know what I feel. The Shakespearean tragedy cried out by the violin... the subtle interlude of passionate memories holding on to the what-was and what-could-have-been...vague thinkings of is it Music or is it the Voice...all performed live. What more? Well, go on Ache with my heart
P.S: This is my interpretation of the lyrics; and as always I hear what I want to hear... So it might not be what Tim intended!

LEAR

Does any here know me? Why, this is not Lear.
Doth Lear walk thus? Speak thus?
Where are his eyes?
Either his notion weakens, his discerning’s are lethargied.
Ha, (sleeping or) waking?
(Sure), ’tis not so.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?

FOOL

Lear’s shadow.

Memories all around!
Keep them from disappearing
Pretending to yourself
You've seen the last of them
But, it all comes together
all you can do is try
to hurt each other less
to hurt each other less
to hurt each other ...less

CORDELIA

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more nor less.

LEAR

How, how, Cordelia! Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.

King! He held a fool
Like Love was holding you
Sleeping in his arms
Weeping till the dawn
We're all in disguise!
Will we have to say our love
if we hurt each other less
and hurt each other less
and hurt each other ...less

CORDELIA

Good my Lord,
You have begot me, bred me, loved me:
I return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sister's husbands, if they say they love you all?
Haply, when I shall wed,
That Lord whose hand must take my plight
shall carry half my love with him, half my care and duty:
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, to love my father all.

Storms followed by summer sun
burning colors coming down
The Circle never ends
Wheels are turning in
'Cause we shared another room
The walls are blues and gray!
When we hurt each other less
we hurt each other less

LEAR

But goes thy heart with this?

CORDELIA

Ay, my good lord.

LEAR

So young, and so untender?

CORDELIA

So young, my lord, and true.

When we hurt each other less
we hurt each other less

LEAR

Why, thou wert better in a grave than to answer with thy
uncover'd body this extremity of the skies?
Is man no more than this?
Consider him well.
Thou ow'st the worm no silk
the beast no hide, the sheep no wool
the cat no perfume!
Ha! Here's three on's are sophisticated!
Thou are the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more
but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Come, off, you lendings!
Come, unbutton here.

I'm not here... This isn't happening' ... We all lived

This is one of those days when everything makes sense yet something doesn’t.

How not different, you say? Yea, I realized that as I wrote that…

Anyway…. The work is easing off and I’m back in the slump of crash and verge of boredom. As such, I was casting around for something to do, hoping it would be something to obsess over, I landed on “How to disappear completely” by Radiohead. I had come across the name of the song before, in some reading or the other. But I had not paid much attention to lyrics or made an effort to listen to it.

Today is one of those days when I figured...why not?

So I YouTube it and put on my ear plugs. Normally for the first few hearings I get the karaoke video mainly to get the lyrics down (that is the most important piece of the music, don’t you agree) but primarily because karaoke versions have low risk of being NSFW than the actual video.

But today is one of those days when I thought…

I wanted to figure the lyrics by myself…. I mean how hard it is going to be! So I started playing the song…. Noting the lyrics as he sang (oh, so divine) and reached until here..

That there
That’s not me
I go where I please
I walk through all/walls
I float down the leafy(?)
I’m not here… This isn’t happening!
I’m not here… I’m not here!
In a/my little while/ world
I’ll be gone
The moments already passed
Yea… yea... it’s gone!
And I’m not here… This isn’t happening!
I’m not here

After that the “Connection to Server” was lost. Normal occurrence…via office network and all… so can’t complain. I tried clicking on the next video listed. Same place, same pause. Then again the next and the next!

Angry!

I have run out of lyrics-videos to play and started playing the video-video ones. The same!

Creepy.

I even tried playing the whole album. But you must have guessed by now where it stopped. (If not, I worry for your sanity… seeing as I have helped you to puzzle this out by dedicating the entire post for this insignificant occurrence)

Scary.

Putting the sillyness aside (woefully)…. Here’s what I’m thinking and this is what led me to break the ennui, become the master of introspection and to re-dust this withering space of a blog….fuelled on by this singular Radiohead annoyance.
Recently, lately, I have been thinking a lot about coincidences, futility of occurrences, our control(?) over the way things collide and disperse, how we pick up strands of them to make some sort of cohesive minutiae, the itch to make sense of things, utility of knowledge to make leaps across the dots….

Today is one of those days.

As like I have done many a-times before I think I might start a process of recording how one snippet of attention leads to an obsession which then leads to the next. May be I will lose interest in the project because of the expectations to record the finding. Or maybe, just maybe it will help me arrive at the answer to the question of ….what was it again?

Yes… the concept of ‘would I have known this had I not have done this”...i.e., If I was not at Point A , would I have reached Point B. Mind; A and B could both be patently ridiculous in the scheme of things, which truthfully shouldn’t deserve all this thought and action. But it would be interesting to note which leads to where and how the picture will end up being. Sort of like the children’s puzzle of ‘Connect the dots’… except in this grown up version the dots are invisible until you start from a source in a direction entirely of your choice and keep reaching until you hit a spot.

You may ask why this is important, or how is it relevant, or what is it going to achieve, or where does it end, or I don’t know any other question words - there should be 2 more, at least! But I don’t have an answer to any of them. Because I don’t know!

And today is one of those days where I can’t be arsed to find out.

But this business with the Radiohead is freaking me out. What karmic presence needs to intervene for me to hear that damn song? I have been at it for the last 2 hours. Not just this…. But only just.

Anyways , what are you non-pathetic folks up to?

The SCREAM

If not for voices that wont STFU,
'twixt the demonic real and reel
Nerve-ending drama gets me all riled
Oh no, it's not a weird dream
I tell you, its quite like "The Scream"
Distant sound's all a drone,
groan,a bad trombone
Images and thoughts, about, I barely care
Go round around garden like a teddy bear
chasing up a yarn with deafening snare
With colors and shades a blare
Even under safety of shut eyes
Million red dots light up the night sky
Now I know I ought get in some sleep
The prospect looks bleak!
Until then you get to hear the s...
about what's on, in my migraine head!

                                              - The other one!

That crazy person absolutely refuses to leave!

Sometimes, some memories stick with you forever just for the simple fact that you just can’t forget about it. (Yea, like that makes sense!)

Anyways, this is one such memory for me – a memory about two wonderful years I spent doing… almost nothing… learning almost nothing. Nevertheless it was such a poignant phase of my life. I was just out of college, another memory thread, quiet powerful and affecting, but just as weird.

This particular time period was one of the hardest, dreams crushing, self-worth doubt inducing yet the most fun days of my life. No reason to feel happy about and get all goose-bumpy, but…

We were this bunch of people who graduated from one of the esteemed institutions of the country and had taken up the job in one of the mass recruiting, quiet respected (at least, our moms and some mamis they met in certain weddings did... and the mamis are o statistically never wrong… so there you go) multi national software company. They put us through rigorous knowledge training, because they knew and understood that college education was all eye-wash and that we needed some professional training, that ‘real-life’ so direly required. So the group was split and each segment posted off to different towns, new to few, almost home to some others. Although cut short, the groups attracted other available crazy souls, and turned the training sessions into such a farce, that at one time a instructor walked in and almost had to, at great physical effort, restrain himself from yelling, ‘That’s it. Now all of you stand up on the bench’. So juvenile was our crowd that they decided enough was enough and sent us back to the real world to fend for ourselves. So again the group split and regrouped, quiet ethnically. And again it was nothing new. At one time, some HR folks got together and had us go to an informal gathering, addressing us in the pretext of orientation, and gave out advices to survive in this big bad world, and one memorable quote from that was “Remember! This is not college”.  But honestly, there was no motivation for us to change. We were the same bunch of people at the lunch table at the food court, as we were at the mess hall of the college. We had this insane slang, which quite frankly lot of people found offensive, because our talks were littered with it. And to add to all that we had a weird sense of humor, if you could call it humor. To be fair to us, we tried bringing people into the group. The fact that it turned out to be an epic fail was not our fault. Then there was this, ‘Bigheads, so you come from that college doesn’t mean you know everything” thrown at us, which easily baffled us, because not one of us would ever own up to the fact we know anything, simply because we don’t know anything! Some people pitied us, pitied this floating bunch of kids, trying to fit in. Few others were arrogant and tried to establish their superiority/ hierarchy over the kids with good pedigree to prove that they had bigger... whatevers!

We played cows-and-bulls in the project meetings, exchanged ring tones in town-hall meetings, missed office bus and chased behind it in autos, text flirted during open sessions, never missed office unless really sick or there’s project deadlines, slept on the morning bus ride, blogged, read novels under the desk, punctually attended coffee with friends, bitched about seniors, crushed on the same guy, giggled when some people moved out of ear shot, played translate crapy-FMsongs-to-English on the ride back home, play FRIENDS trivia, group participated in almost all extra curricular, non-technical quiz activity and cheated and discussed crossword puzzles and all other silliness. True to every word, we had FUN. We were this spoilt, respectable outcasts, detestable trainees and weirdos with college syndrome, with an air of detached interest in all things Work. Almost all of us would be hanging out in the public or creative domain – commenting or posting or reading and re-reading archives – sometimes in technical areas and most times in Leisure and Cartoon areas. Some people wondered why in the world we were there if we hated it so much. But the fact was we didn’t hate it. Not so much, at least. We just saw that as a venue change, a place where we continued to live in the way we had for the past four years, only difference being, we get to go back home (or PGs) instead of the dorm rooms/ wings. Rest was just technicality.

Then slowly the inevitable “growing-up” happened. Owing to a number of reasons – Some unfortunate souls, from different background, volunteered to become our friends and thus bringing in some sensibility; Reporting managers tightened the reins and loaded us with work… something we seldom had any clue about; Or maybe because the ‘other’ folks figured out that divide&dilute was the only strategy that could work. We tamed down a little bit, and leashed the inner college kid to surface only on command, and settled into the grind of work! And I’m happy to report we thrived. Or changed projects to a saner lead! 

And it was all just a decade back. Almost!

Weird, no?  Exaclty!

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"To be an actor is to double and divide oneself, to discover oneself in two parts: both oneself and not oneself, both the part and not the part" - David Marshall, English Professor, University of California, Santa Barbara, regarding Midsummer's Night Dream!

Probability and statistics

Saw this in a TV show last night.

Imagine you are a in a TV game show. You are given a chance to choose from three cards of which 2 have picture of a goat on them and one has a picture of a car. Now if you choose the card with the picture of a car then you win that car. If not you win a …goat!

You choose a card. Now what is the chance that you have chosen a car-card? One in three! Let’s open any one of the two cards that you have not chosen. And suppose it turns out to be a goat. Yay! So now what are the chances you have of having chosen the car-card? Fifty-fifty!Okay, now if given a chance would you switch your choice?  No. 

Apparently if you change your choice you increase your chances of winning.

I was able to follow until the NO. But he lost me when he said that we actually increase the chance of picking the car-card when we switch our choice. I don’t know.

Let me try one more time.
Three cards: A    B   C [Now for the sake of clarity know that A is the car card.]
I choose card B. My chances of the car is 1/3
Now open card C. It’s a goat. So my chance of the car is 50-50. 
Will you change your choice from B to A?
No. So my chance of car is still at 50-50?
Um…no! When you change your choice from B to A your chances are 2/3.

But its probability and you still have the 0.33 chance of not winning even if you change!

On further research…

MONTY HALL - The problem is a paradox of the veridical the type, because the correct result (you should switch doors) is at first sight ludicrous, but is nevertheless demonstrably true. It is mathematically closely related to the earlier Three Prisoners problem, and both problems bear some similarity to the much older Bertrand's box paradox.

The most well known statement of the problem is:
Suppose you're on a game show, and you're given the choice of three doors: Behind one door is a car; behind the others, goats. You pick a door, say No. 1, and the host, who knows what's behind the doors, opens another door, say No. 3, which has a goat. He then says to you, "Do you want to pick door No. 2?" Is it to your advantage to switch your choice?

And the understandable solution is 

Yes; you should switch. The first door has a 1/3 chance of winning, but the second door has a 2/3 chance. Here’s a good way to visualize what happened. Suppose there are a million doors, and you pick door #1. Then the host, who knows what’s behind the doors and will always avoid the one with the prize, opens them all except door #777,777. You’d switch to that door pretty fast, wouldn’t you?

Wisdom on a Tuesday afternoon

On a day when you are so swamped with work and had not a moment to surface for air, to look back upon this day, and, remember that there was a day when you had to write this to stay awake.

When I felt like the Stonehenges

Its #BackToSchool time…could not be more terrified. 
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It’s nice to step out of the house knowing the day means something. 
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The season of juggling thus begins. But M has settled well in her playcare /school, and I have arranged to get pictures and notes emailed to me regularly, so little less worried on her side of the matter. All that’s there is homework and work. And luckily the home has been home for the past few years so nothings new there. So that leaves just work… of which I have no clue.

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The first few days in ant job are exciting as it is boring. It’s exciting, of course, because of new place… new people… new role… new responsibilities. And also rather dull, I mean, people all around you move with a sense of purpose and camaraderie and you sit around waiting for the clue to what to do. All I know right now is to get there on time.

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Love the fact that things are timed and scheduled….that basically means things get done…instead of being postponed or procrastinated.

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Missing all my daytime programming… Now I have to really plan my minutes to be able to catch up on my celebrity news and scandals and more importantly my freedom to sleep at will during the day.

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Having a hard time understanding ‘Don’t split your infinitives’. 
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Just realized each of my assignments has at least one new element to it. The place, the type, the work… each one is different than the rest. Good in a way, but not particularly for someone who thrives on routine. Wonder then, why I’m making these choices. Not really choices though, are they? It’s more like chance!

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Kind of nervous about whom I’m going to meet, what kind of relationship it is going to be etc….. Good-nervous! And right now I’m very nostalgic about all the men who made my days a little easier in each place and all the women who ended up becoming friends for life. Wonder if they are thinking of me at this moment….so strong the nostalgia.

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I have to leave the house at 7.15 if I have to make it to the appointment to sign-in at 8 am, which I did. But due to some miscommunication the person to sign me in came only at 9. So basically I did nothing between 7.30 and 9.00 am on a Monday morning, thus avoiding the raghu-kaalam unplanned. If that’s not a good start… well it is a good start!

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The funny thing about this placement is that although I’m new I’m not a new face. I come in knowing more than a few people to say ‘Hi’ to and go to lunch with and take breaks with. But they know me as someone else. Phew… to make them know me as me is going to take extra effort.

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The first thing I did on the first day I got assigned is to personalize my desktop. And what picture did I choose? The Stonehenge…the one that comes default with Windows machines. And, why? Because I felt that depicts what I feel at the moment. You want to know? Okie! People look at the stones and wonder what’s the purpose of the arrangement and are they worthy of it all. And then the stones, knowing what they know, wishes they would just let them be.

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Right now I’m being the clichéd lump-of-clay types, in more than one aspect. Watch me shine and bloom! 
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Finally seem to be having Sunshine days in a row. It may be for the fact that I have a lot on my mind and the hours are tightly scheduled. But…. But I have already started planning ahead for those days when this gig will be up and the opportune life-moment to end it. How bi-polar can it get? And oh, remind me to tell about the dream about the bug and the rope-and-light thing!

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I just realized today that I may not be as private as I thought I was with my thoughts….well at least not all of them. 

Your body is your canvas

Come summer...it's all bikinis and beaches.... and the quintessential tattoo parade.

Nowadays everyone I see has at least one body art. Some people have just one or two (visible ones) and there are some who have clearly very little clear skin left. I struggle to understand the fascination with tattoos. Yes, I see that its a form of self expression and that sort of thing. But aren't there many other painless ways to self-express... like the, ahem, blog or Facebook or Twitter or whatever-the-new-hell. But why on your body? You ask questions like this and that's how you get stamped (no pun) old-fashioned.

Although tempting, and most time interesting, the idea of getting a tattoo for life is quiet scary. And there are few things that actually holds me back from getting inked.

1. Pain. The first thing when I look at some elaborate tattoos on people's body, I cringe at the thought of the pain they might have had to undergo for that. And I wonder is that really worth it. I mean if there is a way to cure something with a pill why take an injection. 
2. Decision. What propels people to pick a particular design and color and spot. Not considering the ones chosen during a drunken stupor and ruling out the misspelt ones....even if its like a butterfly on the ankle or Sistine chapel on the chest and back, how did they end up picking the particular design? Its not like an outfit or a haircut which has some chance of redemption after a faux-paux!
3. Body changes. You put on weight or drastically reduce weight you end up with stretch marks, if you are not too careful. Now what happens to tattooed skin? Its one thing to deal with wrinkles in your skin as you age and quiet another to have to live with a wrinkled tattoo. 
4. Mind changes. What if one morning you wake up and get repelled by the tattoos... I mean, after all mind is a fickle monkey or some such thing. And what if you end up regretting the design or the meaning behind which you got the tattoo. Yes, there are removal procedures. But for some people removing those extensive tattoos would be like getting a new skin. 
5. Out of vogue. Once, getting 'pachhai' (literally green.. an old fashioned, tribal Indian, branding-iron-mark sort of thing) was very famous in India, or, at least in my grandma's village. I have seen lot of great-grandmothers with green ink. The designs were really conservative and was mainly something spiritual or God-related stuff. Occasionally there were some romantics who got their sweethearts names written painfully across their hearts or arms (in case of women... you know those were times when women were modest enough). But anyways it went out of fashion and were generally frowned upon in the years to come. That generation advised its younger ones against getting the ink. What if in the years to come this new-fangled trend also meets the same fate. We can already see, read, sense that the days are not far from today where teenagers will be advised against inking their bodies. The meaning of clean-cut "neat and smart in appearance and well-bred " would then include "without any body piercing or ink". But again, like anything else advised against, there will come days when people took to streets to protest for the right to get inked and they will pass a bill in the parliament for or against it ,and the world, or parts of it that cares, will wait with bated breath for the verdict that would change.... pretty much nothing. Freedom of expression and some such.
6. Side-effects. What about side effects of getting inked extensively. I mean can an IV be inserted on a vein that's tattooed? Can the body be XRay-ed or MRI-ed? I mean, yes, this can be Googled, but I don't know I just wonder.

All that said, after spending three summers around tattoos and tattooed sights I have come up with a list of tattoos I might want to get if ever I decide to get some ink. Its good to be prepared isn't it.

Aaidha ezhuthu If at all I get one, this would be it. Its a simple design, less painful as it could get. Just three dots. This has lots of significance and meaning to me. Personally, right now in my life, I see the three dots as - the first dot on top is 'How I see myself'; The dot on the bottom left is 'How the world sees me'; The dot on the bottom left is 'How I see the world'. And, based on my mood they change places. Alternatively, it could mean my family, with the top dot my daughter and the bottom two are her parents. Now writing about it has sparked my interest to know more about the origin of the letter.
One other reason this design seems so tempting is that, this also showcases at some level, a connection to my roots... my mother tongue.
I probably would get this design on my neck...a little down and below my left ear-ring drop, I guess, maybe.

Shiva's stamp This is Leo's mark from The Beach movie. He had it marked on his left arm using an iron rod and had it rubbed on it with ash - the traditionally old-age Indian style. I think the left arm is as good a place for this design if not the forehead. :)

TOTEM This is a totem from Inception movie. Its one of those things that is enigmatic at one level and seems almost silly and foolish, if you think too much about it. My understanding or rather the significance of the totem to me is that you can believe what you want, be it a dream or reality and you can work towards making it a reality. That's my take on it today! I would get this design on my where....? Right wrist would be good? Or little above the wrist somewhere in the middle of the right forearm little below elbow?

YOLO Zac-Effron has this tattoo in his right side-palm. The design is perfect but the spot isn't easily visible which takes away the significance of what the acronym conveys. I would get it across my right index finger (on the side facing the thumb) where I can see it every day.

That's all I have for now folks.... more designs to follow when I become more crazy.

Three favourite thing in one....

What else to ask for in a song! Great lyrics.... no problem there... Bharathiyar!! Excellent voice....Karthick.. who else?

And ok, ok... the melancholy.... makes it three :)

Caught in a web I so lovingly created...

I believe there is a fundamental thing in every one's life that they diligently work to achieve.

WISDOM is considered, and widely accepted, to be the greatest principle in the world. "Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding", says the Bible. But in day-to-day life we see there are more classified, broken down bits, of that ultimate wisdom, that people try to acquire....like happiness, wealth, health, peace etc. 

Those with higher degrees of awareness know what that special thing is, that they are going towards. And there are those who without so much realization as to why they are gravitating onto certain aspects of life, go about doing the same thing. All things we do, is in part or in whole, a process with which we believe to reach that essential gratification. Although, once that is gained there is not saying that some other wish might be in the path for the eternal nirvana ... but moving on....

And then there is this timeline. I will do this by the time I finish my college...I will be there by the time I have kids.... I will have a relationship by the time I turn 30 .. I 'd love to have done all that and this before I die and some such.

So its safe to assume that all that we do every single day is... we are all working towards gaining one thing or the other, or so it would seem. Otherwise the Sun rising would be pointless. Anyways.... so we choose a path and walk in it.

AND what if there comes a point, where, one's certain that the path they had chosen to traverse in is not 'working out'? Normally we try to tweak it a little bit and try to trudge on. Or some of us weaklings adjust the goal to a more achievable one, that we are most certain to get to, one that we convince ourselves is the best we possibly could. The proverbial, 'Try for the moon... You could land in the star' or something to that effect. 

Does that mean we are failures?Is contentment of what we are and who we are enough? Or it a lazy-ass excuse for skipping on personal improvement? Is switching  to a new obsession a better use of time?  What if it was tied to someone else? Does acting impervious means that we don't really care or affect? Would it complicate matters if there is someone else who would decide the success of the whole thing?

Or is the answer to all these silliness is the ultimate WISDOM they were talking about?

If you know what I mean, you will really know what I mean.

The one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm praying
That's why I'm saying,
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, if I can't stop loving you
No, believe me, I don't know what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
I only want to make it good
So if I love you a little more than I should 

Recently found this playlist in Youtube.....and its nostalgia. I remember the times I used to listen to Bryan Adams, during college time, and get mesmerized with his voice, without much following the lyrics all that much. ShaT and Mads always had him playing all the time and Bryan's songs kind of became anthemic to me at one point. I have since not heard him until now. So enjoy... or whatever!

Ramayanam in short...

Today, during a boring dishwashing time, I Transend-ed on this song 'Seetha Rama Saritham' from the movie 'Sri Rama Raajyam'. I was simply blown away by the simplicity of the lyrics, the variety of the tone/genre within the song, the lilting sadness in the voice and the poignant theme of the whole song.... its a heady mix. Of course music being Illaiyaraja the quality of the song is a given. But Piraisudan is the lyricist and I've not heard much of him before, or have heard of him without knowing it was him. The easiness of the Tamil words and the rhyme, including the fact it should more or less be in sync with Telugu lip-movements (given that the song was pictured on Telugu) shows greatness. Also I was very much convinced, kind of took for granted, that the song should have been sung by Chitra. But surprise was it was by Swetha Mohan. Its all one and the same.

(Aranya Kanda)
அ சோக தீவில் நின்றாளே வைதேகி..,
அந்த சீதை இல்லா சோகத்திலே தாசாரதி..,
சீதா... சீதா...
சீதா... சீதா... என சீதைக்கே அது கேட்கும்படி
வானம் இடிந்து விழுந்ததுபோல்
அவள் இன்றியே சீதாபதி...
(Kishkindha Kanda)
கமல விழிகள் பொங்கி முழுகும்
பாவம் கண்ணீரிலே..
காணமுடியா கதிரவன் கடலினுள் மூழ்குதே!
(Yuddha Kanda)
ராமன் உயிர் ராணிக்கா?
ஜானகி பொன்மேனிக்கா?
சூரியகுல வாழ்வுக்கா?
பூலோக வார்த்தைக்கா?
எதற்கு இந்த பரீட்சை?
யாருக்கிந்த பரீட்சை?

ஸ்ரீ ராமா!!