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 😊

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?

On Planning, not to plan

Some people call it
Growing up..
While others call it
Shifting of time..

At some point of life,
We try to rein in everything we can
And let things happen in one way,
Our way, the only right way..

Some do it earlier in life,
Realise that life doesn’t let it be so,
And learn to go with it
And stop making plans..

But there are few,
Who doesn’t want to learn it,
Even after they’ve felt the burn..
For their way is the only right way..

Me, I plan to not plan..
And that plan doesn’t workout..
So I still keep planning
And still feel the burn often..

Once I planned,
To let things flow
And so things flew by,
In every direction I know..

The constant dilemma…
So how to be happy
When things keep flowing
In some way, other than yours..

Life is a form of water,
Born from the vast oceans,
That ultimately reaches
It’s destiny, the ocean..

You have no control over
The evaporation from ocean
Or where you start your journey
As to where the rain falls..

At some point of time,
It eventually gets to some form..
Right then, you choose..
The path of future..

You could either flow through
Barren lands, nourishing it..
Or through the watery lands,
Flooding it and wreaking havoc..

You could fall from great heights,
And be a magnificent falls..
Or you could stay still, stagnate
and eventually stink as unused pond..

You could flourish yourself
Perpetually with fountains,
Stay right where you are as lake,
And let others seek you with love..

You could just lose all control,
Choose the path of least resistance,
Let every rock, pit and bump
Decide your course of future..

Yet every means lead to a destination..
But all the struggle and resistance,
In between the source and destiny,
Is simply to make,
A destination into the destination!

Be the best of what you’re,
And your flow flourishes within
As well as nourishes around..
It’s ALWAYS your choice!

And of course, I chose to be,
Ripples, the unending variety..
That splatters little more of
Life, laughter and love…

The harder the restraint,
You put through my path,
The fierce the will and hence
Bigger the splash and wider the reach!

Hit me with all you can,
I’ll still hit you back,
Incessantly and invariably
With all goodness and love..

And also, I realised that
It’s impossible to restrain
The flow at all times..
But it’s always possible,
To correct the course..
So it’s ALWAYS the choice,
To be dragged or drag the self,
Towards in your direction!

Now I am back to planning..
Not on how to reach..
But on how to re route my flow
Back on to my destination..

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!

Communication

Many people
Multiple voices
Total chaos
Amidst that
Two people
Four eyes
One conversation
No words
But
A poetry was created
A symphony was heard
A salsa was performed
Coz all communication
Doesn’t need words!

What lies ahead? 

Is it the end,
Where the path of the past
Bids adieu
As it ceased to exist?

Is it the bend,
Where the path takes
A new turn
As it enters new horizons?

Is this the beginning of
Another new month?
Is this the end as
The year comes to a close?

What was in the past?
Few promises were broken!
Few new promises were made!
And in between life did happen!

What lies ahead?
Isn’t that the billion dollar question?
Blushing blooming buds?
Fragrant fluffy flowers?

What’s out there could be
Seen, heard and felt from there…
But not from here, for
Appearances are deceptive!

So step ahead..
Even if it’s towards an end..
For the road bends and there lies
Another new beginning!

The Penance!

சூனியத்திலிருந்து சூரியனாகும் ஒரு பயணம்
பெரும் பிரயத்தனம் கொண்டே
மெதுமெதுவாக சிறு பிறையினைக் கூட்டி
சுட்டெரிக்கும் வெம்மையை அகற்றி
தண்ணென குளிர்வைக் கூட்டி
முழு தகடாய் ஒளிர்ந்த நாளில்,
சலனமற்ற தண்ணீர் உரக்கவே முழங்கியது
வெண்ணிலவின் களங்கம் கொண்ட வெண்மையினை..

கண்டு நாணி முகில் கொண்டு முகம் மூடி
வெட்கி மருகி தினம் தினம் கரைந்தது..
அத்துடன் கரைந்தது அதன் களங்கமும்..

மீண்டும் வளர மீண்டும் களங்கம்,
மீண்டும் தேய்ந்தும் மாளா நம்பிக்கை..

யுகங்கள் கடந்து பிறவிகள் கடந்து
தினம் தினம் நிகழும் ஒரு போராட்டம்..
சூனியம் சூரியனாகும் நாள் வரை
நிலவின் நம்பிக்கையும் வளரும்!

A journey from infinity to Sun..
With a tremendous effort,
Adding one crescent over another,
Removing the wrath of heat,
It glowed as a full plate
And on that day,
The undisturbed water screamed out loud,
Pointing the impurities in the white of the moon..

The moon closed its face with the clouds,
in shame, it started declining everyday..
And along with it, its impurities..

As it grew back, so did the spots,
Thought it shrunk, its hope did not..

Over eons and many births
The struggle continues everyday..
Till the day the new moon becomes full moon,
The hope too grows along with it!