Ahoy! Five years on board!

My blog did cross a pompous milestone of Five Years! And this is the first year, it had gone by without me blowing the trumpet for it..

I recently revamped the looks of my site. And thought of cleaning up my past posts. Since I am yet to grow strong within to call crap as crap, my old silly posts still stay, for now.. But I had better success with my drafts and this one needed to be posted on my blog..

I wrote this for my 100th post.. But I am much closer to my 500th right now.. So I have changed over those 100s of posts and might also claim to have grown a teensy bit.. Yet in the depth of my hearts, I still have a high pride of my blog and here below is one such pompous trumpet blowing post.. Reserve your judgements, till you read it till the very end..


Written on Feb 8, 2016

Now go grab a cup of coffee or chai and some refreshments so you won’t sleep in between this long post of ramble.. 😉

This is my 100th post!

It had taken a very long journey of two years to cross the two-thirds, while just one month was enough to complete the last one-third.

I have successfully managed to post a day on every day so far, in spite of the times I was inclined to not write up the next. I wanted to post daily, not out of some challenge or someone dared me to! I took this up voluntarily for a personal reason and this seems to work beautifully.

Now is the time to take a look back, so I would know what I have come across, so I could reassure myself that, I could go further and reach where I want to reach!

I had updated my Facebook page’s ‘About me’ as follows. Do take note that it was written more than a year back.

For those who can’t read or understand Tamil, feel free to jump to the English version..

எனக்கு கர்வம் மிக அதிகம்..
தமிழன் என்பதில்..

இந்த பக்கத்தின்
ஆதி,
அந்தம்,
கரு,
சூனியம்
அனைத்தும்
நான்,
எனது,
என்னுடையது
மட்டுமே..

இது அகந்தையா?

முடிவெடுக்கும் முன்
சில நிமிடங்கள் செலவிடவும்..
பின் வரும் குறிப்பில்..

என் சித்தாந்தம்
ஒரு சிற்பியிடம் கற்றது..

தன் சிலையால்
தன்னை
நிலைநிறுத்திக் கொண்டு
தன்னையே சிலையாக
சிலைக்குள் தொலைக்கும்
சிற்பியும்
சிறந்த ஆசான் தான்..

அவன் சிலை
கண்ணுக்கு புரியாத
உச்சி கோபுரத்திலோ,
கண் நிறையும்
கடவுளாகுமோ,
கடல் கொண்டு
புதைந்து போகுமோ..
அது அவனே
அறியாத இரகசியம்..

சிலை
காலச்சக்கரத்தில்
புலருமோ புதையுமோ,
கவலை ஏதுமில்லை..

ஏனெனில்,
அவன் இன்பம்
சிலை வடிப்பதில்,
சபை ஏற்றுவதில் அல்ல..

தன் அடையாளத்தை
சிறு மூலையில்
கையொப்பமென
சிலையை சிதைக்காது,
சிறு சிதறலும் இல்லா
சிற்பத்தில்
நிலைநிறுத்திக் கொள்ளும்
சிற்பியாக
உருமாற
உளமார
விழைகிறேன்..

என் இன்பம் எழுதுவதில்..
என் எழுத்தை இழந்தால்
தமிழ் மாண்டு விடாது..

எனினும் என் எழுத்து
கவிஞன் என மார்தட்டும்
சில கவிஞர்களை விடவும் சிறந்தது
என்ற கர்வம்
என் பாரதி எனக்கு புகட்டியது..

இங்கு யாரும் எவருடனும்
ஒப்பிட்டுப் பார்க்க
எந்த அவசியமும்
எனக்குப் புலப்படவில்லை..

ஏனெனில்
நாம் கடந்த பாதை வேறு..
செல்லும் இலக்கும் வேறு..
வழிப்போக்கனின்
குறுகிய கால
சிநேகமே இது..

என் எழுத்து
சொல்ல மறந்த
எந்த கதையும் புற உலகுக்கு
அவசியமற்றதே..

என் கவி உலகுக்கு
நானிட்ட முகத்திரையின்
பெயர் ஆதிரை..

ஆதிரை
அட்சயப் பாத்திரத்திற்கே
பிட்சையிட்டவள்..

இந்த ஆதிரைக்கு,
இந்தப் பக்கம்,
உலகிற்கு
தன் தடம் விட்டுச் செல்லும்
சிறு முயற்சி..

என் மனதில் பிறந்து,
என்னைக் கிழித்துக் கொண்டு
வெளி வந்த கவிக்குழந்தைகளின்
விடுதிகளுள்
இந்தப் பக்கமும் ஒன்று..

தன் பிள்ளையை
சான்றோன் எனக் கேட்டு
அகமகிழாதோர்
யாருளர்?

ஆனால்,
ஊர் வியக்க
மறுப்பினும்
மறப்பினும்
தன் பிள்ளையை
தாயறிவாள்..

உலகின் அங்கீகாரம்
அவள் சூட்டிய மணிமகுடத்தில்
மற்றுமொரு மணியே..

என் பிள்ளையைப் போற்றும் நேரம்
மீந்தால் மட்டுமே
என் பார்வை
புற உலகை எட்டிப் பார்க்கும்..

உங்கள் மழலைகளும் மகுடங்களும்
என் விழி வரம்பில் தவறினால்
இது தான் என் பதில்..

நான் உள்ளதில்
நிறைவு காண்கிறேன்..
நட்பு வட்டம் விரிவதில்
பெரும் ஈடுபாடு இல்லை..

என் எழுத்து
உங்களைக் கவர்ந்தால்
என்னைத் தொடருங்கள் (Follow)..

என் நட்பு வட்டத்தில்
இணைவதால்
உங்கள் நட்பு எண்ணிக்கை
கூடுவதைத் தவிர
வேறு எந்த மாற்றமும் இல்லை..

நம் கவிதைகள்
பகிர்வதைவிட
நம்மால்
சிறப்பாக உரையாட முடியாது!

இது வரை படித்தது என் வார்த்தைகளின் ஈர்ப்பால் மட்டுமெனில், என் வலைப்பக்கமும் உங்களை ஈர்க்கும்..

First and foremost,
Tamil is my mother
while English is my lover..

The operative words
in this profile are
I,
Me
and
Myself..

I don’t care
whether you like/share my posts or not..
So don’t expect me to like your posts..

Is this arrogance?

Before judging the above statements
read the following fully..

My philosophy is
to be the sculptor
who leaves his signature
in his work of art and
not as an scribble
in a corner of the art..

He never cares about
who all is gonna admire his work..

Or even care about
whether it will be
in the top of a temple,
in the Midland
for the entire world to see,
or whether it will be
one of those masterpieces
which gets drowned in the sea
and hence forbidden to the world..

The joy to me is in writing,
the likes and shares
are only to boost my ego..
And hence of
no true worth to anyone..

And also I’ve got
an inbuilt core,
which keeps on burning
to fuel my imagination..

I fear over-working of my brain,
hence please don’t bother
boosting your ego
with being an inspiration to me..

I treasure
every outcome of my words
into a post as a child,
conceived in the depths of my heart..

I know the worth of my words
and I am simply too busy
to be bothered about your opinion..

I’m not an ace in this field
and has a very very long way to reach there,
yet I’ve travelled a long path
to reach this point..

I don’t find any reasons
for any comparisons
between whatsoever and whosoever..

For we came through different roads
and are moving to different destinations..

We are here together
only for a short journey
as co-passengers..

So don’t you dare dream
to get my world changed
with your presence
for it’s already
quite content and complete
with what I’m already gifted..

The only change
with adding me as your friend
is an addition to your friend list
and nothing else changes..

If my words inspire you
or do whatever you assume / presume,
please feel free to follow..

Fair warning that,
you aren’t going to get
anything new
by becoming my friend..

Let our words talk..
And let’s stand aside and
just enjoy the show..

If you are still here, because my words kept you, and not for any other compulsive reasons, you might be interested in my blog too.. 


After a few months of posting the above, I edited the About me page in my blog as it looks now in the page “A Selfie of me”. There seems to be a vast difference in my attitude even then. Just because of few months of blogging.

Would I still say the same things about me today? Hmm.. Partly yes. There are certain things that has gone drastic changes, while some are still believed as earlier and if possible even stronger.The things I have noticed as changed since then:

  • I have more respect for my followers.
  • I do care about the likes, shares and comments (more so from few and not too much for other few)
  • Feel more gratitude for every single person visiting the blog.
  • Lost a bit of arrogance. (Right, I still got a long way to go)
  • A major change in my writing style and content.
    • I can write even under pressure and with a schedule.
    • I can write things in lighter sense too, without being too pompous with the words.
    • I could simplify my language. (Honestly, I do regret a bit for losing those words in my post)
    • The posts could be bit more fun than serious.

There ends the draft.

I am what I depict in my blog’s about page, as well as what’s written above. I am multi-faceted and have grown to accept myself little more gracefully and yet be ashamed of being so self-centered anywhere else except in the quoted post.

[Lifting my head to peep at the world with people other than me and some of them seems to be familiar from long past, from when I have not gone into hiding]

Oh, Thank YOU so much for sticking around here for years, despite my absence.. You are the very reason I dare to lift up my head at times.. 😉

And dear reader, yes, you, Thank you for bothering to read this lengthy ramble.. You might as well check my other posts to know I do write quite nicely at times.. 

Keep smiling and spread the cheer!
Aadhira 😊

A walk “Through the Mist”

This is a walk down a memory lane, a beautiful lane for me!

Life keeps surprising us when we least expect it!

And becoming associated with “Through the Mist” was one such accident!

The history of the accident goes like this:

Not long ago, yet, almost 3 years back, out of the blue, I was asked by Jithin, the Trablogger, and without knowing the impact, I accepted to be the co-ordinator / book designer / editor of a new project.

My journey into his book’s Acknowledgements page was even more accidental and that’s what has led to this. He was having the idea of taking the Flash Fiction Chain, an feature he had in his blog to the next level. The working of Flash Fiction is, A part of story triggered by an image, and that story is evolved by a chain of authors.

So the idea mixed up with a book evolved into this: A book of five stories, written by five authors. So the Flash Fiction Chain grew up to Dream Chasing Chain, the initial name of this project.

A team of Five authors were hunted in blogosphere and the team finalised was:

Abirami
Adhithya
Nimitha
Rupali
Sona

So the idea behind the book was to: One of them starts each story, with the same image as their base, another builds it, another tighten the plots, another explain the knots and yet another ties off the knots! Not necessarily in that order or exclusively. Each of them takes part of each such process! And brings together one single story! Alas, the book is made of five such stories!

What made it more interesting?!

The team.. They range from different age groups, cultural backgrounds, different native-languages, many more differences, united by the single idea of “Writing”. And the difference continues therein too. Though all of them are very good fiction writers, as it turned out to be, they weren’t writing fiction forever. Their preferred mode of writing too varied from poetry, prose, short notes, ramblings, listicles and what not!

A complete set of strangers, set out to work together. A picture clicked by Jithin was finalised as the core theme that stings together all the stories. The team of five authors, set out to create symphony out of chaos. This was the rhythm the music notes spun out to..

The Team of Authors:

Story

Theme

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

A Middle-Class Story

Humor

Nimitha

Abirami

Sona

Adhithya

Rupali

A Strange Life

Fantasy

Abirami

Rupali

Adhithya

Nimitha

Sona

Languish in Love

Romance

Adhithya

Sona

Rupali

Abirami

Nimitha

The Lone Man

Horror

Rupali

Nimitha

Abirami

Sona

Adhithya

Turn of the Tides

Experimental

Sona

Adhithya

Nimitha

Rupali

Abirami

(Of course, the names were decided after writing the story.)

There was a very scarce communication between them and I was the one, privileged to keep track of the progress of the story and be the common point of contact for all of them, till the point of the stories first draft is completed!

None of them knew what happened to the characters they have created, nor did they take it up in the way the previous author has had in mind. Yes, I asked them and I can assure you that, none of them had expected what was coming up next.

Yet, the basic rule of sticking to the theme for each story was strictly adhered to and each story’s voice is different and yet every one picked up the tu(o)ne and built upon those lines.

It seems to be a fairly simple process, from this end. But the journey through was a wonderful experience and watching the story grow part by part was an amazing experience, to be experienced.

Amazingly, the whole process of writing was completed within around a month. The writers did keep up to their timelines and for the maximum part, their initial story itself made it to the book. [This might also be attributed to the admiration of the writings as such or lack of skills or the knowledge of the lazy-bone editor of the book. Oh, wait, That’s ME! Hmm.. Maybe, I totally accept those facts 😉 But I still believe that the initial form is better than what “I” could have done. Maybe, a better editor knows what to do.]

And yes, I did move around my lazy-ass once in awhile to make sure the stories hasn’t wandered from the broad path and I proudly accept that I loved the formatting part of the book. I take full credit for it and am so happy for having such a complete freedom and trust [or is it for lack of getting a better designer?! I don’t think that would be the case and I don’t want to know, if it is 😉 ]

Then came the process of tying the loose ends of drafts into a book. That’s when the team of strangers evolved into friends. The discussions on the name for the stories (suggested by the finisher of the story and approved by the rest) and the name for the book, which took long hours of considering various factors and we ended up with “Through the Mist.”

Later, the wait for ISBN took very long with the previous system of approval by post. And luckily for us, they updated it to online system and fast approvals, by the time we have lost our patience for waiting for it and went ahead with printing.

At last, everything fell into place and the shout-out to public was made last year!

There are many souls in each of our lives to be thankful for and the lessons learnt are itched deeper into my soul than most other lessons learnt in life. The transition from a draft to book, takes along with it, a little soul of each of the members.

For me, personally, the transition of the process is lot more! And I thank you all, my teammates, blogger friends and every reader of my words.. Thank you!


We started selling the paperback here and Kindle edition is available in Amazon.

The books are still selling and are the results worth this effort?
Reviews will be updated soon!

Before that, Would you like to judge it for yourself?

Choices!

I grew up listening to the phrase,
Choice makes confusion.
How true is that..

Everyday we make choices,
lots and lots of it..

Choices does come in all sizes..
From waking up to alarm
Or hit snooze..
Till give in to sleep
Or one more page of reading..

From working for a living
Or towards your destiny..
From opting for a profession
Or for a passion that drives you..

From having a healthy life
Or giving in to peer pressure..
From living for yourself
Or for other’s expectation of your life..

From being lazy and procrastinating
Or completing it right through..
From prioritising your needs
Or giving up to silly wants..

From giving in to temptations
Or standing up to convictions..
From choosing to have a choice
Or choosing to not have any..

From fearing what it might be
Or to facing what it could be..
From pondering on what could have been
Or to steering to what should you be..

Of all the choices
Big and small,
Makes you what you are!

Choose wisely,
Just so that, tomorrow
Blooms with no regrets
Nor inconvenience to any!

Laugh hard,
Make others smile
And choose to always
LIVE your life!

For choices are what
Makes you, YOU!

Publishing Jimpify’s Second book : Through the Mist

Through the Mist

We at Jimpify Publishing, are very happy and proud to announce the publishing of our second book, ‘Through the Mist’.

1st of September 2017, we are publishing our first collaborative fiction and our second book, Through the Mist.

It has been a wonderful and exciting journey working with all the talented writers, right from the writing of the book till its publication.

About the Collaboration

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative book and an innovative venture to break a common belief and to validate an old saying.

It is a common belief that a story can be spun from only one pen. But ‘Through the Mist’ is a bouquet of stories from a bunch of authors.

The book validates that ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ because a single photograph is the only common link to all the stories of this book.

Yes, a picture is worth a book!

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative fiction book that has brought together five writers from diverse backgrounds. The starting point of the stories is a picture, that has been interpreted by each of the writers differently so that the stories touch many genres and have varied characters.

What is the book About?

A reader commonly believes that an author always has control over her story. That holds true if a story has only one author. Here in this book, each of the five stories has five authors and each story is set to a different theme.

Every author has proved that they can start a story, lay twists and turns, strengthen the plot, tie up the loose ends as well as wrap up a story.

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaboration of pens, voices and experiences that brings forth seamless stories. With an exquisite cadence and rhythm, the different characters and the settings come alive.

 

A Middle Class‘ story brings us Pari, the independent, headstrong girl whose parents want her to marry and settle down. Love has other views and comes unexpectedly through Rehan. In this comedy of errors, blunders pile on and the protagonists head a laugh riot.

In ‘A strange Life‘, Aarya, bored with her profession and disappointed with her personal life, finds an unexpected adventure that is a little too much for her to comprehend. Can she manifest the life she has wanted to have, by reclaiming her power?

Aakash cannot forget Anavya, the love of his life. His longing turns him into a poet and he hopes and waits for her, years later. ‘Languish in Love‘ is a delicate story that explores love, longing, pain.

The Lone Man‘ is hard hitting. All John wants is to forget his wife Sarah’s death and get on with his life. But his nightmares and visions would not let go of him.

Turn of the Tides‘ is set at sea and the men who have lived with the sea and loved her are the ones who fear her now. Can they conquer their dread and have the sea lose her power over them?

These stories are a surprising collection of different genres. The language is intense but the stories are crafted with incredible elegance. There are subtle twists and delightful conclusions.

The team behind this collaborative creation is :

Jithin, who provided the inspiration for the book. He blogs at www.trablogger.com

Abirami, the teenager who’s obsessed with writing and blogs at www.theobsessivewriter.com

Adhithya, the youngest teenager of the team who blogs at www.wordstuggedatheartstrings.WordPress.com

Nimitha, the writer who finds time to write between her busy work schedule. She blogs at www.nimzrevealed.WordPress.com

Rupali, the teenager studying maths and writing poems at www.literatureismyporn.WordPress.com

Sona, an avid reader and our resource person to lend any help. She blogs at www.sonaonline.WordPress.com

Aadhira, our in house editor who pushed everyone to write this book, blogs at www.aadhira.me

The authors became readers of their own stories and certified each of them to be a good read.

Here is your chance to grab the paperback of ‘Through the Mist’.

Follow this link to buy Jimpify’s second published book : Through the Mist 

For those who love Kindle readingthe book is available on Amazon Kindle as well.

 

PS : Please share this and support this talented team.

Source: Publishing Jimpify’s Second book : Through the Mist

What’s in your hands?

Movie : Padayappa
Poet: Vairamuthu
Music: A.R Rahman
Song Sequence : (1)-(2)-(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(4)-(5)-(1)-(6)-(1)-(2)
Singer: Mano

(1)ஓ  ஓ  ஓ  ஓ கிக்கு  ஏறுதே  
ஓ  ஓ  ஓ  ஓ வெட்கம்  போனதே
உள்ளுக்குள்ளே  ஞானம்  ஊருதே
உண்மை  எல்லாம்  சொல்ல  தோணுதே

ohohoho kicku yerudhe,
ohohoho vetkam ponadhe

ullukkuley nyaanam urudhe,
unmai ellaam solla thonudhe

The euphoric (intoxicated)  feeling is increasing,
I am loosing all my shame ( Due to the intoxication).

Inside me knowledge is seeping,
I feel like telling all the truth.

(2)வெறும்  கம்பங்களை  தின்னவனும்  மண்ணுக்குள்ளே
அட  தங்கபஸ்பம்  தின்னவனும்  மண்ணுக்குள்ளே
இந்த  வாழ்கை  வாழத்தான்
நாம்  பிறக்கையில்  கையில்  என்ன  கொண்டு  வந்தோம்  கொண்டு  செல்ல

verum kampangali thinnavanum mannukkulla,
ada thangapaspam thinnavanum mannukkulla

indha vaalkai vaala thaan,
naam pirakkayil kaiyil enna kondu vandhom kondu sella?

The guy who eats cakes made of  pearl millet ( Bajra) ( characterised by poor people)  finally ends up inside the soil ( Dies eventually),
The guy who eats gold dust ( characterised by rich people)  finally ends up inside the soil ( Dies eventually).

This life is just to live,
what did we bring in when we were born to take back when we leave?

(3)தங்கத்தை  பூட்டி  வைத்தாய்  
வைரத்தை  பூட்டி  வைத்தாய்
உயிரை  பூட்ட  ஏது  பூட்டு ?
குழந்தை  ஞானி  இந்த  இருவர்  தவிர  
இங்கு சுகமாய்  இருப்பவர்  யார்  காட்டு

thangaththai pooti vaithai
vairathai pooti vaithai
uyirai poota edhu pootu?

kulandhai nyaani, indha iruvarai thavira
inge sugamaai iruppavar yaar kaatu

you locked all your gold
you locked all your diamonds ( kept on amassing wealth)
which is the lock to lock your soul?

excluding sages and children ,
who else lives in harmony and bliss?

(4)ஜீவன்  இருக்குமட்டும்  
வாழ்கை  நமது  மட்டும்
இது  தான்  ஞான  சித்தர்  பாட்டு

jeevan irukkummattum
vaalkai namakkumattum
idhudhaan nyaanasithar paatu

Till you are alive,
this life is all yours,
this is what big sages told in their songs.

(5)இந்த  பூமி  சமம்  நமக்கு
நம்  தெருவுக்குள்
மத சண்டை ஜாதி சண்டை வம்பெதுக்கு

indha bhoomi samam namakku
nam theruvukkul
madasandai jaadhisandai vambedharkku?

This earth is equal to all of us,
why then in our streets
do we fights based on religion, caste?

(6)தாயை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்  
தந்தையை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்
உரிமை  உன்னிடத்தில்  இல்லை
முகத்தை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்  
நிறத்தை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்
உரிமை  உன்னிடத்தில்  இல்லை 
பிறப்பை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்  
இறப்பை  தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும்
உரிமை  உன்னிடத்தில்  இல்லை
எண்ணிப்  பார்க்கும்  வேளையிலே  
உன்  வாழ்கை  மட்டும்  
உந்தன்  கையில்  உண்டு  
அதை  நீயும் வென்று  எடு !

thaayai therndhedukkum,
thandhayai therndhedukkum,
urimai unnidathil illai,
mugathai therndhedukkum
niraththai therndhedukkum
urimai unnidathil illai
pirappai therndhedukkum
irappai therndhedukkum,
urimai unnidathil illai

enni paarkkum velaiyile,
un vaalkai mattum,
undhan kaiyil undu
adhai neeyum vendru edu

to choose your mother,
to choose your father,
you don’t have the right.
to choose your face,
to choose your color,
you don’t have the right.
to choose where/how/as what you will be born,
to choose where/how you will die,
you don’t have the right.

if you think about it,
only your life ,
is in your hands,
so focus on winning (in) your life.

The video of the song is available here!

A Musical Convo!

Movie: Parthiban kanavu
Lyricist: Kabilan
Singers: Harini, Srikanth
Music Director: Vidyasagar
Song sequence: (2)-(2)-(3)-(2)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(7)-(3)-(12)-(3)-(2)-(1)

(1) என்ன தவம் செய்தனை யசோதா?
 எங்கும் நிறை பரப்பிரம்மம், அம்மா என்றழைக்க
 என்ன தவம் செய்தனை யசோதா?

enna thavam seydhanai yasoadhaa?
enggum niRai parappirammam, ammaa endRazhaikka
enna thavam seydhanai yasoadhaa?

What penance did you do Yasodha?
For the omnipresent God to call you mother,
What penance did you do Yasodha?

(2) ஆலங்குயில் கூவும் ரயில் ஆரிராரோ ஏலேலேலோ,
 யாவும் இசை ஆகுமடா கண்ணா!
 (3) ஆலாபனை நான் பாடிட அரங்கேரிடும் காதல் இசை கண்ணா!

aalangguyil koovum rayil aariraaroa aelaelaeloa,
yaavum isai aagumadaa kaNNaa!
aalaabanai naan paadida aranggaeridum kaadhal isai kaNNaa!

The peepal tree dwelling cuckoo’s (chirping), the cooing of the train,
Aariraaroo (lullaby), Yelelelo (folk music),
All of it are music, Oh Kanna (as term of endearment)
In my song of the musical notes*,
The music of love sets stage, Oh Kanna!

(4) செல்ஃபோன்
 இசைக்குயில் நம்மை அழைத்திடும் போது,
 தொலைவிலும் வாழ்ந்தாலும் தொடுவோம் நாமே.

cellphone
isaikkuyil nammai azhaithidum poadhu,
tholaivilum vaazhndhdhaalum thoduvoam naamae.

Cellphone:
When the nightingale (ringtone) calls us,
We are close, despite the distance.

(5) சிகரெட்:
 விரல்களின் இடையே ஒரு விரல் போல,
 சில நொடி வாழ்கின்ற ஆறாம் விரல்.

chigaret:
viralkaLin idaiyae oru viral poala,
sila nodi vaazhkindRa aaRaam viral.

Cigarette :
Like a finger in between fingers,
This lives as sixth finger for few seconds

(6) ஓகே… அ… ஆ… வெட்கம்:
 இது பெண்மை பேசிடும் முதல் ஆசை வார்த்தைதான்.

oagae… a… aa… vetkam:
idhu peNmai paesidum mudhal aasai vaarthaidhaan.

Shyness:
This is the first word said lovingly by femininity

(7) மீசை:
 இது எனக்கு மட்டும் சொந்தமாகும் கூந்தல் குழந்தைதான்.

meesai:
idhu enakku mattum sondhdhamaagum koondhdhal kuzhandhdhaidhaan.

Moustache
This is the hairy child, which belongs only to me..

(8)திருக்குறள்:
 இருவரிக் கவிதை ஒரு பொருள் தருமே,
 இருவரும் இது போல இருந்தால் சுகம்.

thirukkuRaL:
iruvarik kavidhai oru poruL tharumae,
iruvarum idhu poala irundhdhaal sugam.

Thirukkural:
The two lines of a couplet gives one meaning,
If we both live like that, life would be pleasant.

(9) நிலா:
 இரவினில் குளிக்கும் தேவதை இவளோ,
 வளர்ந்தே தேய்கின்ற வெள்ளை நிழல்.

nilaa:
iravinil kuLikkum thaevadhai ivaLoa,
vaLarndhdhae thaeykindRa veLLai nizhal.

Moon:
Is she the fairy that bathes at night?
She is the white shadow that grows and fades

(10) சரி, கண்ணாடி
 இதில் என்னைப் பார்க்கிறேன், அது உன்னைக் காட்டுதே!

sari, kaNNaadi
idhil ennaip paarkkiRaen, adhu unnaik kaattudhae!

Fine, Mirror
When I look into it, it shows you!

(11) காதல்
 நம் நான்-கு கண்ணில் தோன்றுகின்ற ஒற்றைக் கனவடா!

kaadhal
nam naan-ku kaNNil thoandRugindRa otRaik kanavadaa!

Hmm.. Love
It is the single dream dreamt in our four eyes

(12) வாவ், பியூட்டிஃபுல்

Wow! Beautiful!

You and Me!

The classic lines of ‪#‎Bharathidasan‬ are given a fresh lease in the soulful music of ‪#‎Rahman‬ and added pleasantry in the voice of ‪#‎VijayYesudas‬.

The ‪#‎love‬ for each other blooms, spreads cherished and celebrated at each and every word. The togetherness of a couple couldn’t be expressed any better. And the expressions shows the beauty of the language and love itself.

 

Movie: Achcham Yenbathu Madamaiyada
Lyrics: Bharathidasan
Music: A R Rahman
Singer: Vijay Yesudas
Song Sequence: (1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(7)-(8)-(8)-(9)-(10)-(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(1)

(1) அவளும் நானும் அமுதும் தமிழும்!
(2) அவளும் நானும் அலையும் கடலும்!

avaLum naanum amudhum thamizhum
avaLum naanum alaiyum kadalum

She and I are like Elixir and Tamil.
She and I are like Waves and Ocean.

(3) அவளும் நானும் தவமும் அருளும்!
 அவளும் நானும் வேரும் மரமும்!

avaLum naanum thavamum aruLum
avaLum naanum vaerum maramum

She and I are like Penance and Boon.
She and I are like Root and Tree.

(4) ஆலும் நிழலும்;
 அசைவும் நடிப்பும்;
 அணியும் பணிவும்;
 அவளும் நானும்!

aalum nizhalum
asaivum nadippum
aNiyum paNivum
avaLum naanum

Banyan Tree and Shadow!
Movement and Act!
Team and Humility!
She and I are like!

(5) அவையும் துணிவும்;
 உழைப்பும் தழைப்பும்;
 அவளும் நானும்
 அளித்தலும் புகழும்!

avaiyum thuNivum
uzhaippum thazhaippum
avaLum naanum
aLithalum pugazhum

Stage and Courage!
Work and Growth!
She and I are like!
Offering and Praise!

(6) மீனும் புனலும்,
 விண்ணும் விரிவும்,
 வெற்பும் தோற்றமும்,
 வேலும் கூரும்;

meenum punalum
viNNum virivum,
veRpum thoatRamum
veelum koorum

Fish and River!
Sky and Vastness! 


Mountain and Magnificence!
Spear and Sharpness!

(7) ஆறும் கரையும்;
 அம்பும் வில்லும்;
 பாட்டும் உரையும்
 நானும் அவளும்!

aaRum karaiyum
ampum villum
paattum uraiyum
naanum avaLum

River and Shore!
Bow and Arrow!
Song and Context!
She and I are like!

(8) நானும் அவளும்
 உயிரும் உடம்பும்,
 நரம்பும் யாழும்,
 பூவும் மணமும்!

naanum avaLum
uyirum udampum
narampum yaazhum
poovum maNamum

She and I are like,
Life and Body!
String and Harp!
Flower and Fragrance!

(9) அவளும் நானும் தேனும் இனிப்பும்
 அவளும் நானும் சிரிப்பும் மகிழ்வும்

avaLum naanum thaenum inippum
avaLum naanum sirippum magizhvum

She and I are like Honey and Sweetness,
She and I are like Smile and Happiness.

(10) அவளும் நானும் திங்களும் குளிரும்!
 அவளும் நானும் கதிரும் ஒளியும்!

avaLum naanum thingaLum kuLirum
avaLum naanum kadhirum oLiyum

She and I are like Moon and Coolness
She and I are like Sun rays and Light.