Showing posts with label dealing with it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dealing with it. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2015

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!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Magic

என்னாச்சு!

என்னாசம்மா!

என்ன ஆச்சு மா! ஏம்மா ஆழாற?

டொப்ப ache-அ? தல வலிக்கர்தா? அப்பா திட்டினாளா? தாத்தா கிண்டல் பண்ணாரா? பாட்டி பேசலையா? நான் அடிச்சது பட்டுடுத்தா?

அழுகைய நிறுத்துமா!

அழுகைய நிறுத்து!

சமத்து.

தூக்கி.

தூக்கிமா.

Please தூக்கிமா.

உ ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் ம் மா ஆ.

Now bhuu-bhuu gone.

See Mummy!


A perfect antidote to non-imaginary emotional hurts - A child's kiss.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I hate my guts

It seems like a long time ago that I had an enviable waist line. It’s unbelievable, yet it’s true. The chocolates and chips and jams and other sinful savories I consumed somehow magically didn’t show on me. People who know me from my high school years or early college days can attest to that. Though it was around that time that my friends in my group started worrying about daily calorie consumption, I continued skipping meals and eating biscuits instead, and didn’t care about any of healthy stuff and never exercised. Even with all that I was really petite then. XS actually. (So thin that some people in my family were concerned if my Mother was feeding me right). So a no-flap, tight belly was not a highlight at all in my already lean form. I wasn't especially proud of my hip either. The truth is I didn’t care.

I’m still petite. Size wise! Now I choose right, exercise enough and have a cardio-friendly diet. I read the labels for ‘Calorie from Fat’ before I buy a product. But I worry if my waist number will overtake my age number. After trying all ways to reduce the piled on kilos especially in the abs, I somehow seemed to add to it. So now I’m on the defense. I’m trying to at least not put on any more than what is already there. If reduction isn’t working maintaining is the only option and even that’s hard work. I do the right things and yet I’m unhappy about the result. The truth is I care.

Bad crappy irony, I say.

Good thing winter is here. With all the bulky sweaters I don’t have to worry about my perpetual bump showing.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Kshamasvathm kshamasvathvam

நெடு நாள்வ‌ரை யாம் உனை தொழுவ‌த‌ர்கே
முடியாமையால் இன்றுனை தொழ‌ப் புரிந்தோம்
அடி போற்றிடும் நித்திய‌ர்க்க‌ருள்வ‌து போல்
அடியேனையும் காத்த‌ருள் வேங்க‌ட‌வா
அரியாமையால் புரி தீவினை
புரியாதுள‌த்த‌ற‌ நீக்கிடு
பொறுத்தே அருள் பொறுத்தே அருள்
பெருமாம‌னி வேங்க‌ட‌வா

Friday, May 27, 2011

Subject to change!

Break ke baad, the series now returns on air, after 2 and 3/4 years. A vital character has been added to the storyline. All the other main and supporting members, missing none, make a comeback. And with the narrative being placed in an altogether different 'set' that could probably make interesting offerings to the direction the story could take, the hype surrounding the newer episodes is paramount. This time too the genre is expected to be an amalgamation of many things ranging from lighter, romantic, comical tones to soul-searching, experiments and growing up.

Over all it promises to be a very nice, varied and new experience.

~o~

With all wishes and prayers to heaven, I’m taking my first step tomorrow, hoping all things good, all things that bring Love, Comfort, Peace and Satisfaction find me where ever I'm.

Anubukke naan adimai aaga vendum

Arivukke en kaadhu ketka vendum

Vambukke pogaamal iruka vendum

Vanjaththai en nenjam marukka vendum

Panbukke uyir vaazha aasai vendum

Parivukke naan endrum paniya vendum

Nettriyinil kungumame niraya vendum

Kattradhellam men melum peruga vendum

En pakkam ivai ellam iruka vendum

Amma, ennodu nee endrum vaazha vendum

Will be back when I’m back!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

No Dues.

Routine is effectively disturbed. No predictability about tomorrow.

And that is scary.

The calendar is empty. Table ornaments are packed to be taken home. Passes and accesses are surrendered, stamped and cleared - ‘No Dues’. Farewell speeches are given. Advices are taken. Lunch and gifts exchanged. Clichéd mails are sent out. A final goodbye, a last sweeping look and I will be done. Relieved of all responsibilities!

And I’m lost. Burdened with doubts and fear!

May be I’m not recognizing the randomness of my life in its true spirit. The sense of suspense and variety is what many ache for in their normal, scheduled and so according to them a boring life. I did too. When day after day, the same rhythm, the same duties, the same monotony wore me down. Now that I have choice, variety and suspense of the unknown tomorrow, instead of being thrilled I’m suddenly feeling as if I have no stability; that I have no direction, no balance. There seems no method in the madness. I guess the residual feelings for the accustomed way of life is getting in the way and disturbing me. Acknowledged! But I should also be realizing the value of the change, the range of other opportunities and such, for the gift that it is. Yes. I should and I’m going to try.

At first dreams seem impossible, then improbable, then inevitable. So is change illa?

Next, I have all the time in the world. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it.

I think the first thing I’m going to put the “all the time in the world” to use is to list the things that I’m going to miss.

• First and foremost, coffee. Hot and refreshing all around the clock. Just have to ask, one kaapi.

• Second most important thing, the hour long drive. It’s an effective alone time. Enake enaka. There is something alluring in the dull and monotonous almost thalatugira motion of the vehicle, the warm air and noise blowing in from the rolled down windows, the view zooming past, random thoughts and mindless FM music.

• Friends. Just ping or buzz and you can see them. They are there to pick you up when things are rough. Sometimes you don’t even have to ask. They’ll know.

• Companionship. I’m listing this as a separate thing because it means so much to me. The ups and down are treated alike, things are taken in the passing in a somewhat ‘who cares’ detached sense etc...All good things.

• Special-ness of weekend. The anticipation starts first thing on Monday mornings. AH! The sweet relief of weekends.

• Breakfast. That’s one thing that’s really going to get cut now that I have no routine.

• Identity. In the current society, when what I do amounts to who I’m, this serves as my identity, a label to my success. Now I’m going to ‘just be a....’

• Dependability. It’s a common thing in my household to hear me say, ‘Let me check with my office folks on this. At least one of them might have an idea’, for just about anything from tax debates to baby colic’s.

• Tabs on the new fashion. Won’t elaborate!!

• Diversion. Actually it works either ways. From domestics to there and from there to domestics. If one gets too much I can escape into the other. Time apart to puts things in perspective. Thank God for days and nights and work and play.

• Adjusting temperaments. It’s actually a good thing, a survival thing. The chance to meet and work alongside people of different personalities helps you to become a good judge of character. Helps and necessitates keeping temper (for that, any emotion) in check. (And my Mother’s favorite ‘Anga solara vellaiya mugam sulikaama seiyara, inga yean edhirkara?’ sometimes makes sense, and sometimes makes me want to say ‘Well I have no choice there. Here at least you hear of it’. Somehow I never tell her that. Why to destroy her illusion that I’m adangifying somewhere at least?)

• General public awareness. I think that’s common to every place with lots of people in scene.

• Developing new interests. With avenues and interested folks available, this is sure significant thing. I have personally benefited significantly from this.

There are of course other blahs, like career, growth, financial independence, woman freedom, ‘wasting your education’. All those aside, these are the humble things that I’m going to miss a lot.

That’s all I can think of. If you can come up with anything besides ‘Office gossip’ please leave a message/comment.

So whatever, it’s a major change tomorrow. Hope indha naal iniya naalaga iruka and days that follow too.