It all comes to this..

ஒரு நாளில் வாழ்க்கை இங்கே எங்கும் ஓடி போகாது
மறு நாளும் வந்து விட்டால் துன்பம் தேயும் தொடராது
எத்தனை கோடி கண்ணீர் மண் மீது விழுந்திருக்கும்
அத்தனை கண்ட பின்னும் பூமி இங்கு பூ பூக்கும்

கருவாசல் விட்டு வந்த நாள் தொட்டு
ஒருவாசல் தேடியே விளையாட்டு...
கண் திறந்து பார்த்தால் பல கூத்து
கண்மூடி கொண்டால்......

போர் களத்தில் பிறந்து விட்டோம் வந்தவை போனவை வருத்தம் இல்லை
காற்றினிலே வாழ்கின்றோம் முட்களின் வலி ஒன்றும் மரணம் இல்லை
இரவினிலே நீ நடக்கையிலே உன் நிழலும் உன்னை விட்டு விலகி விடும்
நீ மட்டும் தான் இந்த உலகத்திலே உனக்கு துணை என்று விளங்கி விடும்
தீயோடு போகும் வரையில்,
தீராது இந்த தனிமை...
கரை வரும் நேரம் பார்த்து கப்பலில் காத்திருப்போம்
எரிமலை வந்தால் கூட ஏறி நின்று போர் தொடுப்போம்
ஓ ஹோ!
அந்த தெய்வ ரகசியம் புரிகிறதே
இங்கு எதுவும் நிலை இல்லை கரைகிறதே
மனம் வெட்ட வெளியிலே அலைகிறதே
அந்த கடவுளை கண்டால் ............

அது எனக்கு இது உனக்கு இதயங்கள் போடும் தனி கணக்கு
அவள் எனக்கு இவள் உனக்கு உடல்களும் போடும் புதிர் கணக்கு
உனக்கும் இல்லை இது எனக்கும் இல்லைபடைத்தவனே அதை எடுத்து கொள்வான்
நல்லவன் யார் கெட்டவன் யார் கடைசியில் அவனே முடிவு செய்வான்
பழி போடும் உலகம் இங்கே
பலியான உயிர்கள் எங்கே?
உலகத்தின் ஓரம் நின்று அத்தனையும் பார்த்திருப்போம்
நடப்பவை நாடகம் என்று நாமும் சேர்ந்து நடித்திருப்போம்
ஓ ஹோ!
பல முகங்கள் வேண்டும் சரி மாட்டி கொள்வோம்
பல திருப்பம் தெரியும் அதில் திரும்பி கொள்வோம்
கதை முடியும் போக்கில் அதை முடித்து கொள்வோம்
மறு பிறவி வேண்டுமா.......

Truer words have never been written.

Hits and misses...

I had nothing to write about. So I decided at the least I will try and revamp the look of the blog.

I visited many awesome websites and diligently went through huge lists of beautiful templates available for free download. I shortlisted a few designs that I liked the most. In the process of finalizing I realized that all of them were almost predictably the themes I would have chosen. Suddenly it hit me that I can change that. I have the choice today for doing that.

So today I have chosen a design that is more colorful, more fun than classy, more whimsical than dull and plain. But not too crazy. That's for another time children , that's for another boring day.

Anyhoo.. how do you like it?

If you do then that's a hit. A lone one. Now coming to the many misses...

- While fiddling with the widgets I inadvertently deleted my blog description. And the second blow is I don't have a backup and I don't fully remember it. If anyone have it or know it please to share.
- Need to edit my blogroll linklist
- I wanted to expand the width of the whole wrapper to fit the whole screen but with the same percentage for the main and the sidebar. I trialed and error-ed for a long time and gave up. Quick help any?
- I scrapped off the 'Linkwithin' widget. Now when I try to install it back the site complains that it has already helped me once and is adamantly not willing to do so again. Heh!

I leave you today with an all important announcement. Pensieve is soon going to introduce a new sister. Keep noticing the sidebar for more information.

My own personal form of "IF"

I'm so bored.

If only I don't set-in in a routine.... If only I have something to distract.... If only I have the discipline to concentrate on some thing.... If only I took up Yoga.... If only I have a ride to Yoga.... If only I can learn to drive.... If only I have someone to baby-sit while I learn.... If only I can afford that help.... If only I can work.... If only I'm not so bored.

Here below is another set of IF. Somehow this is exactly what I wish I were able to tell too. Somehow this is what I wanted to hear just about right now. Somehow this is exactly what I want believe. How come Kipling knew to pen all this, that which would make absolute sense to a simple bored girl, who is almost his age, but a century and some parts younger? Are things not much different now than it was then? If only we knew...

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 your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

A week like any other.

So...how have you been? Did you have a nice New year's?

Oh!I did. Thanks!

I welcomed the new year couched in the sofa while chatting and giggling with five of the most important people in my life, very very late into the night, which led to the once in a lifetime occurance of the 'dawn' of January-the-first-of-2012 to come a l'il late, around 9'o clock. (Note: The convoluted long-winding sentence rhymes in part. Dudn't it?. Yea? You are awesome. No? No... you have to read it right. Did you read it right?)

[Aside 1: There used to be a time when the New year came at an appropriate 6'0 clock on the first morning of the year, having slept at a regular 'like any other day' hour on the Eve. I can all but fondly hold on to the fading memory of - Suprabhatam on Air India mornings, with appa chill hands on the cheeks as a wake-up call, with filter coffee aroma filling the whole house, with amma's c'mon-get-ups! interlaced in her slogams, interludes of cookings and clangings, paati's 'what you do today you will do the whole year long' logic, wrestling with the brother for the extra blanket, muttering five-more-minutes which fooled no one.]

The first week of the new year too was as uneventful as that dawn. Although, I have few pithy (or not) things to record for my quintessential (ahem!) 'end of year discourse'. Visited and wished Sathyanarayana on the 1st, and, with like any other friend of mine, we parted with me saying/ hoping 'Please to remember me'. The next day I visited and enjoyed Sherlock Holmes. Weirdly I found Robert Downey Jr awesome and in some places handsome-r (Or was I more attuned to attractiveness because of the Law of attraction of Jude? Note to self: Don't attempt such 'wit and wordplay'. Ever). Got myself a new set of fragrance 'gift-set'. To spice up the sweetness and to wield variety, I now own Obsession, Escape, Eternity and something else. I forgot.

And then it got all chilly and windy outside and the holidays were over.... and so was the sunshine. What followed was the usual Relapse and Recovery and ... you know, ...the works.

But like Dumbledore says, 'That will do for now'.

One thing I found to work --- "No more expectation... no more sighs". Will it work for another week? That's something we have to wait and see.

So, until something interesting happen, or, until another week eventually winds down....Ciao!