Sink or Stink?

Long long ago,
I was timid, afraid,
And held myself to myself,
For I feared failure..
So I was never up for new things,
Thus no chance of failure…

It was all smooth and splendid,
Till I started stinking of the rot..
It was bearable up to a while,
But the stink got better of me,
Than the smoothness and safety…

So I was forced to move out,
From my comfort zone of the harbor..

I had to face rough seas,
I had to face the unknown,
I had to venture to survive..

There’s nothing motivating in life,
As much as survival..

And thus began an adventure,
Which opened new horizons,
Which poured in new options,
Which made me into another person..

I wasn’t the same person,
As I was before the venture..
After the necessary move out,
Life wasn’t that bad..
In contrary, it was much much better!

Yes, the seas were rough,
But my world has expanded..
Yes, there were unknown people,
But they are friends-to-be..
Yes, it was for survival,
But that’s where life exists..

The traveled wise me now believes,
It’s better to sail and sink,
Rather than stay and stink!

Thoughts on thoughts!

Torrent of thoughts gush through..
Picking up a thread seems Herculean task..
And not one thread is available to hold on..

Importance of those, at all levels..
Urgency of those, at all levels..
Dreaminess of those, at all levels..
Level of implementing, indeed at all levels..

They range from atom to galaxy..
From picking up laundry
To launching a new product..

Unless I know who and where I’m,
I could not move forward..
But if I keep on untangling
And to no avail, how could I go on?

Setting a target and move towards,
The most often suggested idea..
But what if there are so many targets..

Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?

Mind says,
Plant your feet and then,
Only then reach for the stars..

Heart shouts,
Just reach for the stars,
everything else will fall into place..

Will everything else falls
Or will I myself fall?
Some distant thought asks,
What if you fly rather than fall?

Mind shrouds,
You’re not a bird with wings,
Nor a human with flight..

And there creeps in another thought..
When I can’t even get
my mind and heart together,
How could I put into action,
For those plans to reach the stars?

And there’s that screeching silence..
When all thoughts come to a still,
And not a single thought on the front..
It’s a pleasure I seek when I meditate,
Nonetheless, not easily achieved when I do..
But not when I’m trying to find a way through…

And amidst all the chaos,
The chaos of daily life, calls out..
And in it the dreams drain out..

Now comes another thought,
All above are just your excuses..
Just put them into action
And everything will sort itself out..

Will they? Do they ever sort out at all?
Or is this what life is all about?

Cloudy thoughts!

A cloud
The image that flashes your mind might range from fluffy white to charcoal black and shades of Orange, red, pink and much more combinations..

But what is a cloud? Just air!
While a cloud passes through you, just a chill you feel..

Yet, the colors, the shapes, the uses… Phew.. a very long list indeed.. Not to include the number of instances it goes through dissection from poets, writers, lovers, best of them all kids..

If nothing tangible as the air could take so many forms and wear that many shades, why don’t we try ourselves, just a little bit to lose ourselves and trust that we could reflect the beauty of nature with its vivid colors?!

Expressions and Experiences!

Those who have seen, hasn’t expressed it;
Those who have expressed, hasn’t seen it!

கண்டவர் விண்டிலர்; விண்டவர் கண்டிலர்!

kaNDavar viNdilar; viNdavar kaNDilar!

This statement is with reference to God. But I would like to extend it to many other experiences.

We do talk a lot and we seem to dish out advises every way, whenever an opportunity presents itself.
But do we really mean what we talk?
Do we really experience the tales we spin?
Are the tales we boast of are from experience?
Or is the spinning of tale is the actual experience?

And there are certain experiences. Even the best of artist couldn’t express the experience completely even in the medium they excel at.. Such as a Musician couldn’t recreate the experience in the music. The music he composes could even be better than the experience, but the actual recreation isn’t possible. Even for the endless words available to a writer, the experience is altogether a different ball game.

So I suggest every arm-chair traveller to push themselves and experience the experience of actual travel! The travel would not lead to the magical world of Narnia or the fantastic Hogwarts. But there is another kind of magic in reality.

The love and kindness of a stranger in a moment of dire need.
The happiness of the window seat on a scenic route.
The shades of sky and the speed of changes during the sunset.
The smell of petrichor combined with the flowers of the local and human scents.
The rush of air and the play with the hair.
The taste of food after waiting hungry for an hour.

There are much more to add to that list. Which could never ever be completely explained even by exhausting the vocabulary of the world. For there is no match to experience! Ever!

I like You!

He: I like you!
Me: WHAT? That is creepy!
We: Just met strangers and the stranger has no prospect of staying on even as an acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: Hmm.. Okay..
We: New acquaintance who has not revealed anything creepy so far, yet without having any prospect of anything more than acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me:😀 Yeah I too kinda like you..
We: Some new friend who has recently got promoted to friend zone.

He: I like you!
Me: Oh really?! I couldn’t have guessed it ever, even with a whole page of notifications of likes and comments of posts from more than year old posts..😛
We: He really likes me and I don’t hate him, yet..😉

He: I like you!
Me: He he he.. Me too dear..😀
We: A good friend where we both like each other platonically.

He: I like you!
Me: [Does a double flip on cloud nine and replies] “Thanks!” with or without a blushing smiley
We: Oh yeah, that’s from crush.

He: I like you!
Me: Shut up dumbo! And just tell where to dig the hole to bury the corpse!
We: That is indeed my partner in crime and shine.

He: I like you!
Me: Is it?! You know it’s the first time you said it? So what should I talk about, to dad for you?!
We: Right guess, that’s my younger sibling!

He: I like you!
Me: (in a panic) What?! Just like? What happened darling? Don’t say ‘we need to talk‘ too!
We: That’s not something I want to hear from my love..😉 I would rather have ‘I love you bit less today’..😛

He: I like you!
Me: OMG!!!! You at last found out that you LIKE me huh? After putting up with me for decades and being part of all my fun moments and also part of the ruin party of all my over-the-top joys?! Btw, I just hate you sweety for just liking me..😛
We: That’s my bestie!!😀


This is one of my favourite post from the past.. Just wanted to get a tiny boost to the stats of this post.. 😛 And of course, I like you too.. 😉 😛 Now let me know your reaction to my ‘I like you‘ to you.. 😉

Responsibility vs Passion and a little touch of Harry’s magic

​In the last book of Harry potter series, out of the many decisions he make, the one dilemma that struck me special is the choice between the Horcrux and the Deathly Hallows.

Horcrux is the job assigned to him, as in find and destroy them i.e. His responsibility. Without any clue of what it is, where it is but with the warning of, it’s concealed as any object, could be in any place and it is very highly protected and it might cost him his life and soul. Doesn’t sound so interesting right? Hmm.. That’s his fate..

All the horcrux and hallow in one image! 

(Picture courtesy: https://in.pinterest.com/source/thetudorhouse.tumblr.com)

Now let’s see about Deathly Hallows.. This is Harry’s new found craze and might be called as his passion. He is already in rightful possession of one of the three objects and has been using it for years, has another object concealed in his possession, and has a very good source to find the missing third object..

Now, the dilemma of him.. To go after the seemingly impossible task of finding and destroying the Horcrux or to go after the Hallows and safeguard himself from death as well as attain unique and ultimate power.

Despite all the inclination, he chose Horcrux over Hallows or in other words, his responsibility over passion.

As the story progresses, he seems to be in possession of the Hallows, even before he could accomplish his task to completion! 

Coming back to muggle-world / earth-speak, aren’t we finding ourselves in the diverse roads often? Between passion and responsibility? So can we say that, though we might go after our responsibility, we could also find oneself accomplishing passion too? 

Is it possible in the world without magic? May I take a leap to responsibility and yet find myself growing wings to conquer my dreams?

Random motivation

There are few random lines that stick to us for a long time.. Even after we forget when, where, who said or any such details. But just the idea seems to reiterate and give us hope or happiness or cause sadness.

To me one such line is this: “Whenever you feel demotivated, motivate others”

That is such a deep and valuable lesson for me.

Would be glad to know if you have any such quote or insurance..