Why am I here? 

I’ve been writing and rewriting this post so many times without anything coming close to reflect me and why I am coming back to blogging after a complete absence of six months..

What is the pull that drags me back to writing?

It is the comfort of mother’s lap..
It is the pride of creating..
It is the addiction to achievement..
It is the happiness gained by sharing happiness..
It is knowing some unknown face is brightening up with a smile while reading my writing..
It is the boost to my narcissism..
It is the motivation I gain while looking back at my past posts..

So here I’m.. once again..

Let our smile brighten up our face and the world..

Keep smiling.. 🙂

Time to boast!!!!!

Time to boast!!!!!

Phew!!!!!!!!!!

What a tremendous year it had been!

And once again another challenge is completed and it is not another mere challenge!

A post a day for every single day for the past year!!!

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And yes I have completed it and its time for me to boast now..

For I am going to take that much needed break from the next year and who knows.. The next year’s resolution might be to not even post for any day.. 😛 😛 😛
Ah.. You are not getting off my ramblings that easily.. But you all are definitely getting a breather more than you desire.. 😉 (See I am not spammer for all years 😛 )

Now I am going to disclose a secret! Strictly for your eyes only!! 😛 😛 😛

I promised to post everyday and I did make it till Oct 15 without much of an issue. And the posts started to gradually decline to almost only one post per week. But here I am catching up on so much of the old stuff all the old stuff and posting some back dated posts! The link for those posts are available at the end of this post! (Feel free to skip reading through the big list)

Now it’s time to draw the curtain to 2016 as well as all the negativity that has creeped into the lives. As the day dawns tomorrow, let there be light, humor, laughter, happiness and every beautiful thing along with an unending supply of smile for you to cherish and to spread for the world to become a better place.

Keep smiling and spread the cheer forever!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

~Aadhira~

Update:

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What did you sow?

I was wondering how to console myself for not being able to post everyday in the past two months. And was feeling not so high and a memory of a past post flashed inspiring me with this idea.

When the hope is in the verge of demise, my posts come to my aid to cheer me up and help me cheer up and move ahead with a renewed vigour. So I do reap the benefits of some scattered seeds of the past. It feels good to know that what I sow was a good seed and the benefits are indeed heartening..

So what are you sowing today?
A happy thought?
A piece of your mind?
Or are you dumping the waste into every corner of life and letting the look back become a peep into litter box?

Beware of what you sow, for that’s what you’re going to reap!

P.S. This is the post I was looking at and feeling better. Feel free to dish out your ideas on both posts.

Shadow

Is the tree casing it shadow on the sky? Or is the cloud imprinting it’s presence on earth for a longer life span?

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!

 

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,
The present is the wave beneath your legs,
The future is the wave little away, yet in sight..

Though we might distinguish differently,
They all together makes the ocean..

So does our life..
We are result of past,
Which tints the present and
Which also paints the future..

Though we might believe,
The wave left us to join back the ocean,
It never ceases to come back to you..

The ocean of today,
Holds within beautiful pearls,
As well as waste and dirt..

It presents you either with
A rare precious conch shell,
Or a dirty torn single shoe..

Don’t frown on shoe
Nor grin on the shell..

For it’s just a matter of time..
To reverse itself
Again
Again and
Again..

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

Lose yourself
In the vastness
And beauty of sea and life..

Don’t fret over anything..
Because,
The passed tide and
The ticked time
Could never be brought back,
For all the treasure of
The world and beyond..

Yet, they always give hope,
For a best conch shell
And a mind blowing event,
For the rest of our lives
To treasure and cherish..

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…


A throwback post – Inspired from the post of Darshith’s “From time to time” Thanks for the wonderful post Darshith!! And for the last two lines of this post.. 😉

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?!

To my dearest readers..

To my dearest readers..

Time flies or crawls for the same period depending on what you are measuring it with.

Just awhile back, I was heaving a sigh, for a particular memory of few months back seemed to be very distant. But here I am writing my 300th post and have successfully kept up my new year resolution so far.

For the past few days I almost skip to post anything, I was not even inclined to throwback my old posts or polish those drafts and hit publish. It was so easy to take away the thought of posting anything on blog. And it is surely reflecting in my past few posts.

The one thing that had me and still pushing me to hit the publish everyday is the notification.

I have realised the easiest way to get followers and boost the stats is to devote time in exploring other blogs and the best advertisement for any blog is in the spontaneous comments that you leave across other blogs. It is indeed a very simple proportion. The more you give, the more you get.

But, I have been getting new followers almost everyday and most of them are not ‘follow-back’ followers. While few follow and disappear, few take the follow seriously and leave likes / comments.

Though I have been regular in posting, I have been a very poor follower myself and hardly interact with my fellow bloggers beyond my blog. This is one serious regret I have and I might even dedicate next year just for actually following other blogs.

While I would bother about them next year, let us come back to the present.

I have few wonderful posts to my credit and I will not shy from accepting the praise on those. As well I do acknowledge myself, I have been giving random senseless posts too. They are the forced / last-minute posts, posted just for keeping on blogging.

I do appreciate each and every blogger’s support and trusting me to get-over the crappy posts and publish few more nice posts. Ripples will continue to cause ripples, just for those few kind hearted ones. Thanks is an inadequate words to say to you people.

Do take a bow from me and kind smile for you and some more smiles for you to pass on.. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Happy Blogging!

A duck face selfie!

If you think you are misguided by the title, I am sorry. But this is indeed a selfie.. Yes, that’s my other hand and it pretty much looked like a duck face to me.. 😉

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Duck face?!

The fun of making shadow puppets is ageless! So what is  memory that surfaces when you think of shadow puppet? Waiting to hear your story.. 🙂


Linked to Trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge that thankfully runs beyond the Monday.. 😉

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.. 😉

Pen and paper

Pen over Paper

In Black and White

As the nib dances over the page,
As the ink flows through the pen,
As the emotions drip through the hand,
As the mind empties as the heart speaks out,
As the time ticks by, the paper is filled..

The heart is empty as everything was poured out..
The mind so serene, for the heart isn’t wavering..
A glow is added to the smile in the eyes..
The heart feels content, happy and what not!

Even when the ink fades, the emotion stays..
Even when the paper decays, the smile lingers..
Even when the sender is forgotten,
The message stays..

Let our words outlive the version of our memories,
In the hearts of people around you..
And let those be the sweetest of words,
For the pain of words has no cure, at all..

The tale from the tune..

I was referred to a musical adventure by my friend Colin (@ http://www.meandray.com). Thanks once again for referring that beautiful song..

This music of the song spoke to me of a tale.. And while I started replying to thank, I started describing what vision was painted from the music.. The description sounded sort of poetic just like the music.. I loved listening to it and as well writing it..

The musical adventure is by Emerson, Lake & Palmer

There are two pauses in the song and the following is for the music between the two pauses..

He is wearing a tuxedo
She is wearing a gorgeous blue dress..

The blue, as in the shade of water
As it appears in the midday,
When clouds rest in the laps of mountains
And leave the sky to have
A hearty and uninterrupted conversation
With the Vast deep ocean..

He is sitting on the garden
Next to the shallow region of the river
Water flows softly with a mild melody
As it speaks sweet nothings with the wind..

She hears him on the piano
She understands that it’s for her..
She has to cross the water to reach him..
She takes each step so stealthily
And with the minimal of noise
To give a surprise as well as
Not to disturb the serenity of the moment..

As she reaches him, she blinds him with her hands
And he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in front of him..
She laughs heartily without any single worry..
For she is in his hands..
His face brightens up seeing her laughter..

He kisses her playfully and it grows on to be passionate..
As they both lose themselves to each others embrace..

When they hit back earth,
There is some unnamed happiness,
Beyond description, reason or point..

They start dancing..
The Slow and sensual salsa..
They revolve around each other
Drunk in love and the other..

The tunes change,
The moods change,
The beats change..
The dance too changes..

As time flows,
It seems to be long way from that day..
Something has broken them apart..

They could neither leave
Not be together with the old giddiness..

And the lyrics speak again
And the trance comes to a close!

Thank You Stalker!

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Every work of art has
Flawless Beauty,
Beautiful Flaws,
Mere Perfection,
Lack of Substance,
Life Lesson,
A mere scribble
And so much more..

And every such creator
Needs, not wants,
Needs a follower,
Bordering the level
of a professional stalker,
Without the creepiness,
But just with the consistency
And observation of the stalker..

To read the words,
To read the spaces,
Between the lines,
To realise the intent,
To understand the nuances,
To find out the unwritten words,
To appreciate the concealment,
Of ingeniousness inside simplicity..

To criticise,
To condemn,
To proofread,
To push when stagnating,
To pull down when going overboard,
To travel alongside,
Just to make sure,
The journey isn’t lonely..

For every journey
Is bound to get lonely at times
And also it could make sure that
The traveller feels
Abandoned,
Hopeless,
Lost and maybe
On the wrong route..

So I dedicate this 275th post,
To thank my followers,
Friends, critics and supporters
And especially my stalkers,
For every single Like,
Comment and Follower,
On and Off the WordPress,
For getting me here!

(: THANK YOU! 🙂

Lost contacts! 

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

Is it while busily running behind,
The wild goose called passion?
Is it while stealthily being buried,
Under the pretense of being busy?

Is it while missing the calls,
And not returning after becoming free too?
Is it while ignoring the nudges and pushes
Of instinct to wish the dear friend on birthday?

Is it while having the phone in hand,
While it rings and listening to the tune
And neither hitting answer nor reject
And not even the text of customary, I’ll call you back?

Is it while knowing pretty well that
Your friend is hiding and not caring to pull them out?
Is it while knowing pretty well that
No one is gonna pull me out and ignoring to push myself?

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

Money can buy Time!

Yes, It does buy you time!
When you can book a flight instead of train, which takes three days to reach the place instead of few hours!
When you can afford a cab/auto instead of the long walk!
When you can order food to be delivered at your doorstep, instead of preparing the dish and later washing the dishes!

But,

The experience and sometimes the life lessons that are taught exclusively in long train journeys are lost along with the numerous people you might meet on the way!
The time taken to contemplate the canopy of trees forming an arch to welcome you and the feel of walking on the red carpet, while walking through a bed of Gulmohar (Flame of the forest) flowers are never available on a cab ride!
The ingredient of love is not added in a food ordered and delivered and also the silly banter and naughty pranks that happen while clearing and cleaning the dishes are simply trashed away with the cartons of delivered food!

So, Time could be bought at a cost. Sometimes it is just a swipe of card or few papers, but at other times, it is love, life, experience, and much more tiny aspects of life, which make a huge difference to the life.

Note: We’re definitely not talking about the emergency situations and like.. Do take it with a pinch of salt!

The enlightenment

Everyone’s face brightened up,
During the long night travel..
Thanks to mobile phones for the enlightenment!

Smile!

I know I have been postponing all my awards’ posts and I should have at least added a ‘No Awards Policy’ to safely escape. (I could hear your mind voice saying, lazy girl.. But…. Fine.. Let me face it, yes I am lazy for award posts and the reason I say to procrastinate it every time is ‘I can’t tag few and not tag others’.. Yup, a very silly excuse.. But that discussion is for another post and another day)

But I couldn’t resist this happiness tag like other awards. The Tag is so cheerful and why not spread a smile with it?! Thanks to Ms. Alamelu for successfully getting me to finish up a tagged post.. 😉

All I have to do is list 5 things which make me happy and 5 songs which make me happy. (Yes, we could ignore the tag 5 people to continue part, which I am not going to do)

What makes me happy?

  1. Appreciation
    A word of sincere appreciation for a work I did without drawing attention to anyone.
    Thanks for noticing those tiny details. 🙂
  2. Friends
    (No, I am not talking about the TV series. Yes, it is supposed to make you happy from what I have heard and I am yet to experience the ‘FRIENDS’ effect)
    But I have got few great friends, who are great in pulling the leg to keep me grounded as well as give me a push to get me back to my feet.
  3. Making someone happy!
    See you smile makes me smile. The simple act of spreading smile is underrated. Please don’t neglect that!
  4. My Stats
    I would be lying if I say like-a-saint that I am  unaffected by the figures rising up and for those sweet notifications pop up to remind me of my milestones.
  5. Completing something
    Being the lazy person I am, I stick to very few things till completion and those things are always a reason for my happiness.

What songs make me happy?

This is lot tougher than the previous one. For how could I restrict to just five songs?! Still listing the first five that pops up!

  1. Chinnanchiru Kiliye Kannamma
  2. Chippi Irukuthu muthum irukkuthu
  3. Aananda yaazhai meetugiraai
  4. Oru Deivam thantha poove
  5. Unakenna venum sollu

All songs are in Tamil and the links direct you to complete details, video, lyrics and translation of the songs.

I would like to change the tag to continue to the following.

Please do comment the first thing that strikes your mind when you hear the word – smile.

If nothing comes up, let me know of at least one thing that crosses your mind when you hear about me / my blog.

Whether you comment or not, don’t forget to collect your smile from here! This is a genie that replenishes continuously, so take as many as you would like!

😀 🙂 😀

A milestone!

A milestone!

Today is a better day than most and special for more than one reason. And here I’m at a loss of words to articulate the thousands of thoughts rushing to spill out and eventually going down the drain..

I have commented few hours back on a Facebook post. I was asked, why do I write and my reply was, ‘Writing is the balancing pole in the right rope walk of life‘ Those words just stumbled out of my fingers and it was so spontaneous and also from the depth of my conscience, that it was a jolt to read it myself. The words are true to the last letter.

It had been six months since the year started. It means, I’ve crossed half way through my challenge of posting every day..

And this also happens to be my 250th post on Ripples. The tiny drop causing ripples has come a long way since the first post. Every day is a new adventure and a new lesson is awaiting to be learnt.

The reason this blog is named ripples is in the hope that it causes intermittent waves and makes a mark somewhere someday. I feel that someday is so close by and I could see the ripples leaving it’s mark even beyond this blog. I’ll soon be posting a better post with all the details..

For now, I would like to boast of two simple things that I’m feeling very happy about..

  1. I’m going to be published on a flipbook by zero creativity. (I doubt the creativity is anywhere near zero in there, for the site is filled with so much art and interesting information for logophiles.. Do check out the site and get drenched with infotainment!) The link is here — > https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/sun-photography-poetry-on-sun/
  2. I’ve published my first post on MyTrendingStories.com –> https://mytrendingstories.com/article/poetic-child/

Now go check out those links, while I tidy up my to-do list to make time for thanking you all properly!

Keep waiting, blogging and smiling! 🙂

Catch you all real soon! 🙂

Raasaali – Tamil Lyrics with translation

A repost of my post in here! (Tamil lyrics available in the link.) Hearty thanks to my friends over the site lyricaldelights.com for transforming the process of translation from a tedious task to sheer fun with all the timely help! 😀

I’m head over heels in love with this song.. So head over and relish the music and the poetry!

Bitten by the #Rasaali magic yet? Pure magic both in terms of lyrics and music.  #ARRahman #Thamarai #GauthamVasudevaMenon

Movie: Achcham Yenbadhu Madamaiyada
Lyricist: Thamarai
Singers: Sathya Prakash, Shashaa Tirupati
Music director: A R Rahman
Song sequence: (1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(7)-(6)-(7)-(3)-(4)-(8)-(9)-(8)-(9)-(3)-(4)

Yo flying falcon, flying falcon, stop!

Are you fast, or am I faster? tell!

The clock too would lie, I realised!

As the east is turning to west..

(As an entire day passes by)

 

I feel like becoming a bird today..

The wings and my hands are the same..

Falcon.. Is this a bet/challenge/race?

Would you be the first?

Or would I be the first?

Let’s see..

 

Who is gonna first reveal the affection?

Who is gonna first release the arrow?

(From the Cupid’s bow)

 

As the silence faded without talking,

(As there is incessant talking between us)

As the lotus dances in the tank’s water,

Beautiful dreams dance before my eyes!

You, over my shoulders,

Is the warmth that expels cold!

 

In the day time, all eight directions nudge me,


In the night time, only the descending mist gives company,

In my heart, as a silky voice budges,

Would I die? (With the overwhelming feelings)

 

In front of me, is the joy of air rushing on my face,

Behind me, over my back is a little green parakeet,

This is the journey in my life,

Will I let it get over?

 

The ceaseless drench that flustered even the sun and rain,

The silly arrogance of the twinkling stars that followed,

The lingering fragrance in the air unique to every city,

Will not be forgotten by me..

 

Even before this, “Similar to this, I had a new experience”

To say so, there is not a memory in my past,

As well, I don’t see a chance to say in the future too..

(For this experience is unique and)

Will not be forgotten by me..

Spoiler alert : The beauty of poetry is till the realisation of the meaning. But this is one song, where it’s beauty is multiplied after knowing the meaning..

A girl enjoying the bike ride, feeling like a free bird..
The simple yet unmatchable experience of a bike ride..
Exploring different cities in bike..
Experiencing a unique feel..
All these interlaced with classical Carnatic music and sprinkled with love..

The cherry on the cake is the beautiful intricate words by Thamarai, that spices up the whole song to a new level..

The potpourri of music by ARR is just perfect and as ever, it adds emotion to the Tamil words and let’s you experience the fresh air on the face as well as the complexity of a seemingly simple experience!

I know it’s easy to get mesmerized by the song.. Just remember to drop in your views in the comments.. 😉

Thank You!

Thank You!

I have always believed in ‘What you sow is what you reap’ especially with blogging it was a fact for me..

The more I read and comment on other blogs, the more people I draw in and my blog’s stats and my ego gets a boost.

And the next thing I believed was in the power of tags. The appropriate tag is a lucrative invitation and the post decides whether they stay after they fall in the trap of the tag.

Both these beliefs had been broken in the past few days, when I did not even use a single tag and I have been away from reading other’s blog for few too long weeks / short months..

This is my 200th post and I am not using any tag and dedicating this post to all me lovely followers who make my day by visiting my blog and keeping it alive.

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My hearty thanks to all the silent followers who regularly hit the like button and if possible a bigger thanks to the commenters, who are patient enough to see through the errors / mistakes in the posts and kind enough to drop a comment to help me notice and correct them.

I had bigger plans for my 200th post, but this is what is getting uploaded at the end.. So keep looking out for that special post in the near future..

Thank you all for your wonderful support!

One more beginning!

This is not about the natural occurrence of another day or the imposed beginning of another week, month or even a crazy challenge.

A real life challenge of living.

Living, after experiencing the parting of a life in my very hands.
Living, after living with her ever since I’m born.
Living, after losing the one who brought me up.
Living, a life without my grandmother, a part and parcel of my life so far.

The logical brain says, death is better than suffering the ailments of old age. And there’s no more that could have been done, for everything possible and capable of being done, was done.

Yet, the silly dumb heart pines, for it is the one which was shattered to pieces.

The brain would eventually patch it up and let life move on to living from the mere survival, when the brain regains it’s sanity and coherence.

In the mean while, the comments on this post are closed and any discussion on this topic is closed everywhere.

I know my fellow bloggers are just so kind hearted and I acknowledge your condolences and thanks for understanding and keeping up the no discussion on this topic.

Kaleidoscope?!

When was the last time you stopped to notice the simple mundane things with attention to detail?

If you are wondering so long, to remember that, now is the time to look around.. But with a little more attention to those everyday things and scenery, we take-for-granted.

Isn’t there something beautiful that grabbed your attention, more than others. Now, frame-it and hang-it out, not in the legal sense, but with a camera and a blog post.

Don’t you want it to be enjoyed and appreciated by many? Here’s a simple way! Give a pingback in your post to TraBlogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge!

He is hosting this challenge for over a year now and he is always kind to share his views / appreciation on the submissions, as well as, to compile them in his next week’s post. More than that, there are even simple and interesting guidelines offered by him to help us take better mundane shots. Do enjoy his clicks and other submissions for the challenge over here!

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope

The reflections of a normal Jhumka gives a somewhat resemblance to the Kaleidoscope to me.. And it also makes me think of a little girl with her head slanted to the side.. Do let me know what you think of it in the comments..

Is this Inspiration or Imagiantion?!

Full moon would be her face
Jasmine would be her fragrance
Lightning would be her eyes
Silence would be her language
Dew drops of winter would be voice
Deer calf of the fragrant forests would be her walks

I saw her one day and
asked for her heart as boon
She did give but immediately took it back and went away!

She is indeed the island of the sea, untouched hitherto,
In its fragrant sands, I wished to be a floral shrub..

She is indeed the melody, unforgettable after hearing,
Even after understanding the stanzas, I stood in silence..

She being one shore, and me being the other shore,
In between gushes the river of solitude..

Is it possible for the hands to fish in the waters of mirage?
The time stands testament to the happenings of the present..

She comes along with peace,
And I grasped her fingers..
The journey continued while witnessing the many rainbows along the path..

As sleep caressed my head, I rested under a tree..
When I woke up, she wasn’t there and the minute turned bitter..

She was by my side, in that minute,
She appeared afar, in the next minute..
She runs like the false-deer that eludes the vision..

Between me and her, a screen stood opposing,
When mask is worn, would the faces be visible?


This is my translation of a song from the movie Jodhaa Akbar, released in 2008. The details about the song is available over here along with the tamil verse.

This song caught my attention with its music, for it is so soothing and pleasant to hear. This song is always in the top 5 of my most played track list. The reason it is there is just not for the music or the voice. But the lyrics.

The hero gets besotted by the beauty of his new wife. She is near yet so far in heart. He yearns for her. And this song is what transcribes his emotions.

The reason the lyrics stands close to me is the closeness of this song to the John Keats’ song La Belle Dame sans Merci

Below  is the complete song: 

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Both are very beautiful songs as stand alone. They both are in different genres, yet they both have some common elements and that’s what I link and like between them.

The mysterious girl;
Her beautiful features,
Her love for him,
Him, wanting to serve her,
The feeling of elation in being with her,
She lulling him to sleep,
Him waking into harsh reality,
From the dream of the dreamy girl,
His lament to reach her..

Now all I wonder about the first song is whether it is an inspired imagination or just imagination by two individuals in the same way!

Does she have freedom?

He gave her free play
in a very very vast ground..
He boasted of the freedom,
he gave to her..

She realised her potential,
extending to horizons..
She silently resented her restrictions,
by him for her..

Will you judge a friend?

Did you think no?

Well that’s interesting.. Let us see whether you stick to the no at the end of this post.. 😉

But did you think yes? I might think you are mean at some level, but as long as the judgements are reserved for few certain things, you have already earned my respect!

Judging is necessary! As long as it is within limits of necessity..

So what is necessity and what is not?

Not every other person you talk to daily is a friend and Not because you haven’t talked to a person in ages, remove that person from your friend list. They might even have a permanent place in the inner most circle and nothing, yes, nothing could shake them off from that place..

Now, letting someone have such a place requires judging..

Don’t be shocked that I am saying to judge your best of best friends.. That is what I am saying.. Judge them..

When and For what?

Before letting someone hold the detonator to your bomb or the key to your darkest dungeon stashed with secrets, hitherto known only to you and the ever persistent almighty or that superior force, by whatever name you would call that.

Yes, it is not love and you are not giving them the strings to shatter and hoping against hope to not be shattered by them..

It is something more..

There is a hearsay custom amidst the folks of people diving underwater for pearls. They will tie a rope around them and hand over the other end of the rope to a person, who should pull out this guy, as and when he receives a signal to pull out. Any delay or any slip would cost the life of the diver.

Letting someone be the best of best friend requires the level of trust between the diver and the holder.

Is it too dramatic?

Maybe. And you might also argue that not letting someone be close could cost your life.

Please do read on..

The dear friend is shaping your future even without your conscience. A thought by a random stranger might be brushed off inspite of the richness of that idea. But even a silly thought from a dear friend goes a long way and has the power to change your future.

Many success stories of the start-ups has a crazy conversation with a friend. That is when the idea is actually implanted in your thoughts that might even change  the world. Even if many of us do not acknowledge the fact of the same, it is still having a good chance.

And now you could argue the same could fit to a random conversation with an acquaintance.. Accepted without buts.

So where are we.. I started saying you must judge and went on to ramble about the sparkle of idea from randomness.. Let us get back on track to the judging part.

Here is a hypothetical situation.

You have achieved a very big thing or crossed a remarkable milestone in your life. You are so filled with happiness and the euphoria of achievement that you start blabbering the tales to everyone who would listen. Still you know that one particular person / group to whom you want to share it first.. Is that not judging?!

Another scenario:

You are in middle of disaster / life-crisis and you need a partner to get you out of it. Out of the hundreds of contacts on our address books, only one name pops up at that moment. You call them up and you are out of the disaster in no time at all.. Now do you mean to say that none other could have done the job? Still why that particular one? That is what I meant by judging!

Fine, there is the possibility, that ‘one’ did not turn up and let you go down another layer of the crisis. Now you would have a doubt and yet call up another and might get out of the trouble. But, would you be calling that ‘one’ as your friend still? That is what I meant by judging!

Know the worth of your friendship by seeing which one turns up during the depth of crisis and rescues you! They do deserve a special place in our hearts.

I am summing up with the quote “Friend in need is a friend indeed” along with another quote from Thirukkural.

கேட்டினும் உண்டோர் உறுதி கிளைஞரை
 நீட்டி அளப்பதோர் கோல். [796]
kaettinum uNdoar uRudhi kiLainjarai
neetti aLappadhoar koal.
There is a gain in grief: it is a tool
 to stretch and gauge a friend. [Couplet 796]

Are you Listening?!

The invent of Internet is a boon and is ensuring the betterment of lives, in so many ways to numerous people. Though, the Internet is not ‘the best’ invention of the humankind, but definitely one of the most important invention which touches many people’s daily living in an unfathomable manner.

There is a tiny drop of goodness, even in the worst evil, and as well, there is a tiny drop of evil, even in the best invention.

So what is the evil hiding in this?
To know the evil, take a closer look at the goodness it brought to us.

Sitting in an inconspicuous surrounding, I could talk about anything and everything.
I could speak up and create my own platform, when every other door seems to be closing.
I could write up and reach people across the world, when the recognition in the local arena is an impossibility.
I could find the niche people, who have quirky taste as mine, indulge and take the insanity, a notch higher.
I could publish documentation on some cruelty happening in this corner.
I could learn what happens in another little corner of the world.
This has brought the world to your fingertips.
Gives an illusion that anything and everything is possible, with just few gadgets and clicks / touches.

(Though, I still believe, it could ever bring, only a part of the world, and not the whole, for, the real life is still happening, without the nuances and nuisances  of the mighty internet, and it sure looks beautiful, heart-warming and content.)

Now, what created such an illusion?
Though, the recipients of the information is on the hike, the main reason is the possibility of giving away, information, to whomsoever, it may concern.

The freedom of speech!

Though you can comment on the gibberish I post, you can’t stop me from posting the gibberish (Of course, unless, you have certain special forces on your side!)

You started reading it and now you can’t unread it.

Now, since you have been with the post for this long, you would continue reading the rest of this too.. If you plan to stop reading, right here, just be warned that the rest of this post is especially for people who think like you!

Good, you are still here. So what was I saying about?
The Gibberish.. No no.. That’s over. Here’s the continuation..

If you have come here from the reader or social networks, the excerpt just challenged you to read the post till the end.
The post started with the accolades of the internet.
Then took a turn and you were listening to some gibberish (Hope, you are not skimming the post)
Now, there is a warning, that the rest is going to reveal something more.

Here is that ‘more’!

You are still here, but just assume, that you stopped reading this after the first part or somewhere after that.
Then, You would have never known that, this post is not just about praising the uses of internet, or my personal ramble to you or even about reading contents just for a challenge in the excerpt.

This is to show a live example, that the success of Internet will never be with the sender, unless there is a receiver for the message sent.
This is also to explain that, What you see from certain parts, is never the whole story.
This is to tell you that, in spite of reading this post till now, please don’t take the words as is and rather get to the meaning behind it, than the silly rambles.
This is to remind you or have the privilege of introducing this wonderful couplet to you.

எப்பொருள் யார்யார்வாய்க் கேட்பினு மப்பொருள்
மெய்ப்பொருள் காண்ப தறிவு. (423)

epporuL yaaryaarvaayk kaetpinum apporuL
meypporuL kaaNpa thaRivu. (423)

Whatever whoever may say, wisdom is to
comprehend the true meaning of it. [Couplet 423]

In the world, where the speakers has increased, now it is in the wisdom of the reader / receiver to distinguish gibberish and gems.

Stop spreading the gibberish and share the gems. For there are many unexplored treasures lurking in every corner of this vast world. And we could have a better day without listening to stupid, defaming, derogatory gibberish and rather enjoy the gems and spread smiles across the world.

Life is even more beautiful, when the garbage is thrown out of our surroundings, as well as our heart and mind.

Be wise! Live Happily!! And Don’t forget to share the smiles and your views in the comments!!!

Pillaiyar And Peter Jones

Kalaiselvan and Peter Jones were studying together in the same class since first standard. So when they shifted Peter Jones to another section of fifth standard, Kalaiselvan couldn’t stop his crying and he cried so hard and got himself sick.

Peter consoled Kalai, saying that, though we are in different sections, we are still in same school and so we could still go and come back from school together. Yet, Peter felt something amiss when he had to go to school alone on that day.

A small void. A tiny inconvenience. Peter felt as if he forgot something. So he stopped on the way, by a neem tree and checked his bag. His maths note, geometry box and everything else was in his bag. The only thing missing was his friend Kalai. He resumed walking with his bag till he reached the temple pond.

He stopped at the temple pond for some reason. That’s where his friend Kalai performs his morning prayer ritual of Thoppukaranam (Sit ups as a form of prayer) before the statute of the big bellied Elephant Lord Pillaiyaar. Peter dropped his bag nearby and went to kneel down before Pillaiyaar.

Shenbagam, who was fetching water from the pond noticed this and gently smiled. She said, ‘Dear Peter, this is not Christ, this is Pillaiyaar. Here the form of prayer is with Thoppukaranam and not by kneeling down.’ Peter hadn’t noticed her till then. But he just threw a glimpse at her and continued looking at the statute.

He said sternly that, he hasn’t come here to pray, as he opened his lunch box. He slowly opened it with bit of struggle and took few grains of rice from the lunch and kept it near the small ant hills next to the statute of Pillaiyaar.

Peter continued saying to her, ‘Kalai keeps food daily for these ants. If he doesn’t keep, the ants will be hungry right? To keep food for them only I came here.’

In the next few seconds, neither Peter, who had been walking back gloriously, covering all the void, nor Shenbagam, who had gone speechless and stood like a statute with his reply, or even the ants, which were busily dragging the grains to their homes, did not notice, that the statute of Pillaiyaar was kneeling down in the sand there!


பிள்ளையாரும் பீட்டர் ஜோன்சும்…

ஒன்றாம் வகுப்பிலிருந்து ஒன்றாகவே படித்த உயிர்த்தோழன் பீட்டர் ஜோன்சை தன்னிடமிருந்து பிரித்து ஐந்தாம் வகுப்பு ‘B’ செக்‌ஷனில் போட்டுவிட்டதைச் சொல்லி அழுது அழுது காய்ச்சலே வந்துவிட்டது கலைச்செல்வனுக்கு.”செக்‌ஷன் மாத்திட்டாங்கதான் ஆனாலும் நாம சேர்ந்தே தானே ஸ்கூலுக்கு போகப்போறோம் ? மறுபடியும் வீட்டுக்கு வரும்போதும் சேர்ந்தே வருவோம்” என்று சிரித்துக்கொண்டே சொன்ன பீட்டருக்கும் இன்று தனியாக நடந்து பள்ளிக்கூடம் செல்வது கொஞ்சம் வருத்தமாகவே இருந்தது, ஏதோ ஒரு வெற்றிடம்,மனதிற்குள் ஒரு சின்ன உறுத்தல்.எதையோ மறந்துவிட்டதைப்போன்ற ஒரு உள்ளுணர்வு.பக்கத்து வேப்பமரத்தடியில் பையை இறக்கி வைத்து கணக்கு நோட்டு,ஜாமெண்டரி பாக்ஸ் எல்லாவற்றையும் எடுத்தாகிவிட்டதா என்று சரிபார்த்தான் பீட்டர், எல்லாமே இருந்தது இல்லாதது அவன் நண்பன் கலை மட்டும்தான்.மீண்டும் பையை மாட்டிக்கொண்டு நடக்க ஆரம்பித்தவன் ஏனோ அந்த கோவில் குளத்தைக் கடக்காமல் நின்றுவிட்டான்.

அங்கே தினமும் கலைச்செல்வன் தோப்புக்கரணம் போட்டு கும்பிடும் தொப்பை கணபதி சிலைவரை வேகமாக ஓடிப்போய் பையை கழற்றிவைத்துவிட்டு மரத்தடி பிள்ளையார் சிலைக்கு முன் முட்டி போட்டுக்கொண்டான்.இதை பார்த்ததும் கோவில் குளத்தில் தண்ணீர் எடுத்துக்கொண்டிருந்த செண்பகம் மாமிக்கு இதழோரமாய் கசிந்தது ஒரு சின்ன புன்னகை“ஏண்டாப்பா பீட்டர் இது கர்த்தர் சிலை இல்லடா கணபதி சிலை,இங்க் தோப்புக்கரணம்தான் போடணும் முட்டி போட்டு கும்பிட வேண்டாம் ” என்றார் மாமி.அவரை அதுவரை கவனிக்காத பீட்டர் இப்பொழுதுதான் கவனித்தான் ஆனாலும் ஒரு நொடியில் மீண்டும் சிலையை நோக்கி திரும்பிக்கொண்டான்.வேகமாக தன் சாப்பாட்டுக்கூடைக்குள் கையை விட்டு துழாவிக்கொண்டே “நான் இங்க ப்ரேயர் பண்ண வரல” என்று தீர்க்கமாக சொன்னவன் டிபன் பாக்சை வெளியிலெடுத்து மெதுவாக தன் பல் இடுக்கில் வைத்து நெம்பி அதிலிருந்து சில பருக்கைகளைக் கையிலெடுத்து அந்த பிள்ளையார் சிலையைச் சுற்றி இருந்த சின்னச் சின்ன எறும்புப் புற்றுகளுக்கு முன் வைத்துவிட்டு மீண்டும் மாமியிடம் சொன்னான் “கலை இங்க தினமும் சாப்பாடு வைப்பான், இன்னைக்கு வைக்காம விட்டா எறும்பு பாவம்தான? பசிக்குமே,..அதுக்குதான் வந்தேன்”.அடுத்த ஐந்தாவது நொடி வெற்றிடங்களையெல்லாம் நிறப்பிக்கொண்டவனாய் எழுந்து நடந்துகொண்டிருந்த பீட்டரோ ,என்ன சொல்வதென்று தெரியாமல் குடத்தோடு குளத்தருகில் சிலையாகிப்போன மாமியோ,அவ்வளவு ஏன் ஒரு சோற்றுப்பருக்கையை கூட்டுக்குள் இழுக்க பிரம்ம ப்ரயத்தனப்பட்டுக் கொண்டிருந்த அந்த எறும்போ கூட கவனிக்கவே இல்லை இப்பொழுது மண் திட்டின் மேல் முட்டி போட்டிருந்த அந்த பிள்ளையார் சிலையை !


This is a story written by my friend Kavi Ilaval Tamil and posted as Facebook Update. He writes amazing Tamil verses and has a published book “Yaathumaagi ninren” to his credit.

I liked the story and I couldn’t resist sharing it. Hope you too enjoyed the story. Do post your views in the comments.

The Divine Ride!

National highway,
With the best road,
Without a single hitch,
In between cities
Roads bordered with
Trees on both sides..

No street lights
No tiny lights
From distant homes
And highway shops..

An empty road
Hence no light
Even in mirrors..

The wind in the face
And the pull of hair..
By the air,
Scented with
Petrichor..
Yeah,
the smell of
Rain on mud..
And,
Moistened
With drizzle..

Even with
My not-so-fast bike,

I felt like
I’m the centre
Of a vast universe
That revolves
Around me
And just for me..

Just me,
My bike’s head light,
And few metres in sight..

Sounds heaven?

It’s not yet complete..
A little kiddo
In the pillion
Hugging me tight
So my back
Becomes pillow
And the breeze
Becomes lullaby..

It’s the trust..
To sleep
On a highway travel
On a bike..

Words fail me!!

THAT is divine!!

PS:
I couldn’t let the kiddo sleep for safety purpose and as for helmet, mine was drenched before I started my ride, so please do excuse that since we are safe back in home..


This is a raw and unedited version of what I scribbled down in one go after a road trip, six months ago. This one has no imaginary exaggeration or fiction in any way. Just raw emotion. When I read back, it reminds me of the beautiful trip and I couldn’t edit it to any better for now. Did you like it?

Earning the Trust!

The crow here is indeed a normal one, except for one little thing.

 

The powerful crow.jpg

The Powerful Crow!

 

Yesterday, I was sleeping in the afternoon after a good meal and I was woken up by this crow. Yeah, you read that right. It was calling or actually screaming at the top of its voice, till I went to look what happened. As soon as I appeared before it, the tone of calls changed but still it was calling out. That’s when I realised that my mother has forgotten to keep food for it in the usual place today.

 

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On the Hunt

 

So I went in and brought a little leftover food for it and was waiting for what it would do then. It went and tasted it. Then it came back near the house and started calling out again. Now I bought some freshly cooked food and kept in its place. The crow clearly did not trust me and we both had a staring competition for awhile. I felt sorry, more than bothering to win the staring match. So I placed a little food where it was sitting. It took a cautious bite of the food and only then it went back to have the food from the usual place.

 

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The Contemplating Crow!

 

It had it’s tummy full of food (I assumed so) as it flew off silently even without a glance or thanks 😉  at me. Of course, ignore the fact that I never said thanks to it for posing to me or extend any courtesy for not yet suing me for stealthily capturing its private moments of contemplation. It would be back tomorrow and I hope it remembers me.. 😛

 


Did you find this nice?
Then you would love the brimming beauty from mundane things listed over here!

Do you have a mundane beauty in your Gallery?
Now go upload the click and pingback Trablogger!
And let us all relish beauty from simple things!!

What we do?

Who would make you feel more privileged for being even an acquaintance?
The one who shouts loud and long for a single step forward or
The one who silently carves a master piece and goes on with the next work?

If you say, the artist, How many times have you stopped to look at the work and appreciate the work of artists, not shouting out?

Is it still right to believe, in this era, that the scent of flower, sells the flower, rather than the false flashy ads for make-look flowers?

Do we have the time to say a simple word of kindness or genuine appreciation or just a simple smile for those who still believes in selling the flowers, without the ads?

If we don’t do it now, we might be losing the natural scented flowers eventually to the not so natural ones..

What sails my boat!

I was fiddling with this post, when I realized I was just babbling and scribbling. So went over to reader and was picking posts for reading randomly.. And that’s when I landed up on the so logical justification for following pessimism as one’s way of defense by a little doll with glasses.

The example stated for explaining made me nostalgic and reminded me of my way of thinking in the past and now.

Once, not too long ago, I too was so certain of failing in my head, even when I’ve been putting up some top class efforts, with pretty decent and at times good results. This has helped me from any possible heart breaks. But now I’ve crossed a bit from that place, and when I look back, the perspective differs widely.

I feel that I’ve been restricting my talents and my possibilities with all the what-if and what-would-be happening just in my mind. I’ve never stepped out of my comfort zone, for I was busy saving my ship from wrecking in the storm, by not sailing in the high seas at all.

Now, I wish to think, I’m wiser with the thought, it is better to sail and sink, rather than, stay and stink.

I was slowly getting used to this idea, and I read the book “Journey is my Path” during such transition. And there is a chapter around the end of the book, which just assured me, I’m traveling in the right path to overcome my fears. Fears- yes, not just pessimistic attitude, because that is just one of the many colourful names and excuses, I have been saying out. When you cut through all that crap, what lies in the core is just the fear, in its primal form. (So that’s one of the reason, that made me love this book so much 😉 And it’s a pity I could not choose just few lines to quote, as the whole chapter is very dear to me.. 😉 )

So where I stand, right now, could be summed up as, I still think of all the what-if and what-would-be only to make sure that, they aren’t surprise attacks and to get prepared for all those scenarios. And thus the life has become more cheerful and there’s a contentment at heart. Because, I know I’ve prepared for all possible outcomes and have done everything that is to be done by me.

And I have realised that, fretting over the outcome is just a rocking chair, which keeps me in motion without moving me forward. So I chose to just give out what I can in the present and neither get struck in the past or lose myself in silly imaginations. This seems to workout so well for me, as I have more smiles on my face and have a boost to my courage to face the consequences of my acts..

Choosing what suits is the best solution for smiling and spreading the smiles.. 🙂

The free advice!

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The one thing that you could get free, anytime, without a doubt is, advice. You could be a small kid wandering around, enjoying the beauty of life or a person with more days to his age than knowledge. Fear not, you would get at least a handful of them for sure.

Being on the receiving end of advice is the most hated job universally, while dishing them out seems to be the easiest and most preferred job for the majority of population.

Whenever I get myself lost in pondering over the concept of advising, this little story pops up somewhere in the process. Here’s that story.

Once a mother approached a person, considered as some sort of inspiring leader or guru, with her child. She asked him to tell her kid to reduce the sweets intake of the kid. The guru simply asked her to come and visit after a week. Though perplexed, she left silently and met him after a week.

He said to the kid, “Dear one, listen to your mom and don’t eat too much sweets. It is not good for your health” The mother wondered why he needed a week to say this. He could have said the same past week itself, is what she thought.

The guru answered the unasked question clear in her face. “Till last week, I too was eating way too many sweets and I hadn’t controlled myself on that simple desire. During this week, I reduced the sweets I eat and now I know, it is possible to control the desire. That is why I needed a week to know, what I’m going to advice is actually practical.”

This story eventually reminds me of this couplet.

சொல்லுதல் யார்க்கும் எளிய அரியவாம்
சொல்லிய வண்ணம் செயல். (664)

Transliteration:
solludhal yaarkkum eLiya ariyavaam
solliya vaNNam seyal

Translation:
Easy it is, to say; rare it is,
the ability to do what one says.
[Couplet 664]

After all that is said above, I’m not advising, but just wondering, How beautiful and peaceful the world would be, If everyone started following their own advices. There would be lot lesser absurd advices and lots more of near perfect people.

Still I could and mostly I would zip up my mouth when one of those free advice tries to spill out, when I can’t live through them myself. That is for two reasons. One, it’s not my place to say them without walking in your shoes. Two, I’ve got holes to be mended in my shoes and I’ll go attend to them, pronto.

Perspectives!

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!! 😀

Seasons.

Seasons.

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“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

Foamy Flakes,

Frost over Blue lakes.

Mittens and Flannels,

Icicles on window panels.

Thermos teemed with hot chocolate,

As winter glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Blush Blooms,

Dew over grass looms.

Kites and merry lights,

Bright moon nights.

Jars jammed with cherry marmalade,

As spring glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Scorching Sun,

Dandelions over green lawn.

Glow worms and fire flies,

Sun- kissed skies.

Bottles of sweet lemonades,

As summer glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Tanned Turf,

Leaf-strewn over soil base.

Red landscapes and cobwebs,

Gloom going with the ebbs.

Fluffs of cotton candy mates,

As autumn glossed the nature’s slate.


The contrast of seasons stringed into harmony by a cute Glass-wearing-Cheshire-cat-grinning-little-nerdy doll named as Adhithya and called as Adhi with a ‘h’.. 😀

She writes so beautifully and she is indeed a very nice person to have a cool chit chat and would be a great friend.. Just make sure she reaches back earth after she reaches her cloud nine, so we all can have the warmth Adhithya’s (The name means Sun) sunshine..

Now go follow Adhi, drop few comments and enjoy this sunshine’s cute rays.. 🙂

What sweeps you off your feet?

I have intended to write a cool big story (That’s what I think about it) for today’s post. But I got way distracted from my routine for the past few hours..

I was swept off the floor / transported to an alter world / something otherworldly (Hope you get the drift now?!) by this certain something.. What I am telling is, I have forgotten to eat, sleep and even drink water.. I was deaf and dumb to the happenings around me..

Have you ever been mesmerised so completely with anything? If not, I could bore you with more adventurous words and exclamatory statements of my awe!!

But since this special thing has got me hooked way too much, I just dropped in to let y’all know, I am still sane and haven’t forgotten y’all totally.. 😉

They say that if you do something for a continuous 21 days it becomes a habit.. Guess, that’s true.. 😉 What else could have dragged me back to surface to key in few words to you!

And depending on your liking of my writing, you are saved for the day or just miss my not-so-funny-at-times-coz-it-is-ought-to-be-taken-seriously post or just be content with this ramble.. 😉

Now it is time for feedback.. Few of you have been dropping by every single day and hitting the like and few words to say what you think.. Thanks to you for really following my posts.. 😀 Now, be kind and tell me what I am good at and where I could improve.. I am awaiting to see your replies this time.. And please don’t feel shy at all to criticise away my narcissism or boost my ego by praising my awesomeness.. 😉

Fine, now my love is inviting me back and am going back to this new found bestie-love of “Windows 10” combined with “Office 365”.. It is just way too awesome..

And if you are not feeling like praising me (or criticising me) just drop in to say what is that mesmerises you and keeps you hooked up from your routine.. I love to know about (especially) the crazy ones too..

C’mon type away at least the grin or frown that crossed your face while you read through this ramble.. (Nah, I am not desperate for comments.. I just want to know your view! [Hope that’s a good excuse.. 😉 ] ) Please do type a smiley that reflects your current mood at least please.. 😉 [I repeat I am not desperate for your comments.. 😛 Thanks for not believing that.. 😉]

Mini Habits to practice in 2016!

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These are my favourites:

1. Have a firm handshake.

2. Look people in the eye.

3. Sing in the shower.

4. Own a great stereo system.

5. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.

6. Hold secrets.

7. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.

8. Always accept an outstretched hand.

9. Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.

10. Whistle.

11. Avoid sarcastic remarks.

12. Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.

13. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.

14. Lend only those books you never care to see again.

15. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.

16. When playing games with children, let them win.

17. Give people a second chance, but not a third.

18. Be romantic.

19. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

20. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.

21. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for our convenience, not the caller’s.

22. Be a good loser.

23. Be a good winner.

24. Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

25. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.

26. Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.

27. Keep it simple.

28. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.

29. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

30. Live your life so that your epitaph could read,No Regrets

31. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did.

32. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.

33. Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.

34. Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for you.

35. Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.

36. Begin each day with some of your favourite music.

37. Once in a while, take the scenic route.

38. Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, ‘Someone who thinks you’re terrific.’

39. Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.

40. Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 A.M.

41. Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.

42. Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.

43. Make someone’s day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.

44. Become someone’s hero.

45. Marry only for love.

46. Count your blessings.

47. Compliment the meal when you’re a guest in someone’s home.

48. Wave at the children on a school bus.

49. Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.

50. Don’t expect life to be fair.

(Compiled from various sources across the Internet)


Since you all are still here, I take that you loved the list as much as I did.. This is the post, as posted by Mr Sumit at his blog!

And I personally differ with Pt. 35 Visiting people at the hospital, as it might be turning out, even more tiring to the dear ones. So, if you ever come to know, I am in a hospital, just drop by a word through text or any social networks and I will get back to you once I am allowed access to my mobile with internet.. 😀 Please save the trouble for my dear attendant.. 😛 Coz I would already be causing more than they could handle.. 😉

Anyways, the rest of the list is just awesome. So, do try to follow all of these or just at least 45 of them.. 😉 Yeah, anything less is a crime you know.. 😛 (Married people are excused from points related to it.. And even to the rest of it if and only if you are listening so dutifully to your spouse.. 😛 )

By the way, I have taken the liberty to copy paste the whole post, as I am personally little hesitant to click on the read more of a guest post.. So I have also taken the liberty to close the comments for this post.. Do visit his blog to leave a word for this wonderful compilation, check out other posts and eventually follow.. 🙂

And in the rare scenario of, you still feeling the urge to talk to me, visit over my contact page (Wanna picture in with me) or through social networks..

Now hop in here and leave a comment!!

 

No more Withering.

As seen through the eyes,
And preserved through the lens.
A moment in passing through,
A moment which will not pass through
Again, Or at our wish, Or our command
Even for all the riches of the world!
Yet here for the eternity,
Without withering wavering or fading away!!

Withered and yet unwithering!

 

 

 

We are youngsters!

We are youngsters!
We never listen to the old generation..
We never bother about how the money we spent was earned..
We always talk-back and not take any advises..
We don’t take life seriously at all..
We do kill our time in Social Networks and every not-useful-for-a-penny tasks..
We do tune out from the troubles of our society..

But there’s more to us..
Hit us with a problem to us or our near and dear ones..
We would start reacting..
We will not listen to elder generation when we have to wait for initiating the required actions..
We never bother about the time and money spent for the cause we do believe in.. And not every time our causes are stupid..
We do talk back to whoever stands in our way to help those who are in real need of it..
We don’t take our lives seriously when it would mean we could save other lives..
We have been using the Social network to the maximum and we do know to use it effectively and efficiently..

There are leaders and there are followers..
And there’s the third kind of people..
We, who become our own leaders to lead the life out of disaster in the times of crisis..
We, the backbone of the volunteer groups helping out people in the fields..
We are the third kind of person..
We are youngsters!!

A tribute to every volunteer in every crisis!!

Spread the smiles!! :)

Have you ever received a surprise gift, but failed to smile?
Can you even hide the joy of that receiving from your face in the first few seconds of receiving?

And can you explain that why?

If you could explain that, I might find the reasons why I blog in it.. 😉
For it’s the simple joy of surprise to me, when I could string together few words in a certain order..
And when I read back, I do enjoy the flow and there is some sense of accomplishment in it..

The wonderful drug of acceptance and appreciation, is not being wasted on me..
They nourish me, helps me grow and feel confident in myself..

I started blogging to express..
Now I’m blogging to experience..

I had no expectations or even today have no goals for my blog..
But the time here is wonderful and addictive..

Oh now my dear long time followers must be wondering why am I saying all this now, as in repeating what I’ve written in my about pages and few past posts..

Today something happened..

I have this habit of writing notes to my very close friends on every special occasion possible.. But only one of them returns the favour in writing notes to me, while others express in their own ways..

Today I got a hand written, heart felt, thank you note, from someone..

Is that all for a simple note? No.. It’s the gesture and reason for that note..

A very simple act of kindness, which costed me nothing, which I did, simply just because I could, and the help was sincerely accepted and appreciated to what it deserves and a little bit more..

When someone takes the time to put down pen to paper actually, it does mean a lot..

And there is another happiness in this event to the sender too.. It’s the happiness of making someone happy..

To see a bright smile lighten up in the face of receiver is multiplied when we are the one who planted that smile..

Not only mercy is twice blessed, even gifting and gratitude is twice blessed..

So what this has to do with my blogging?
Here is a thank you note from me, to you, the reader..
For just being there and showering me with happiness.. 🙂
Because, this ripples is just a set of reaction to the drops in this lake.. And hence I’m nothing without your visits and drops.. 😉

Let me plant a smile on your face to brighten your day, and let that ripple forward with ripples of laughter.. 🙂

Keep Smiling.. 🙂

A Jump in Joy with JIMP!

I had been away from writing in the recent past few days, for I’m back to reading..

I fell in trap with this wonderful story by an amazing story teller.. And this story captivated me and got me hooked till the end and is still lingering in my thoughts, long after I finished it..

I do read stories sacrificing my sleep, but there are very few stories, which steal away my sleep to find time for the story, to crawl into the tiny crevices of my mind and get a high chair..

Why just few.. They are totally based on the story teller and the story..

So what’s special about the storyteller here?

A traveller sees and observes more than a non-traveller of any mode.. Yes, I meant the armchair travelers, who travel far and beyond with the words through books.. ; Thus a traveller has many more stories and eventually they become good story tellers.

Here is a traveller, who had travelled places in a map and places unplottable in a map.. Hence the story teller in him is far more nourished and equipped with a great story..

What about the story?

When someone starts saying a story, in general, every human awakens the little kid within them, for stories are automatically related to childhood.. But good stories are the reasons, the kids grow to be better grown ups..

Some stories awaken the dreams for life..
Some stories colors and add shades to life..
Some stories teach you, guide you and enrich your knowledge..
Some stories pave way for opening new horizons..
There are few stories that even change the course of your life, While few polish the path of your destiny..

The beauty of a story is, it changes us even without our knowledge and thus without any pain or resistance from our conscious mind..

So without any more beating the bush, here comes the book..

The book that recently stole my sleep and fits into every type of story listed above is ‘Journey is my path’ by my FRIEND Jithin aka Trablogger.. I’m proud and would happily boast that the author is my friend too.. 😉

I’ve always wished I could communicate with the author on a personal note after reading few books.. I’m very highly fortunate to have this author in MY FOLLOWER list.. How amazing it is.. To have an author I like as my follower.. It’s a dream come true.. 😀

Here I’m enjoying and cherishing the benefits and beauty of the blogosphere.. For letting me know the author and even more happy for having some silly conversations with a good author..

Thanks Jithin! For letting me explore a new travel from my comfy-lazy-armchair.. And for giving me the joy of knowing an author of book beyond the words of his book!

I loved your book and I’m recommending the book to everyone who would listen to me.. I hope more and more people enjoy your book..

I sincerely wish you go places higher and higher, just not because I could boast of having you as my friend and follower.. 😉 But sincerely because you deserve it.. 🙂

Okay folks, now go grab your copy of this ebook here or the paperback through the contact form in here. The free sample is available on the Amazon ebook link and if you want to read few more excerpts, go check in here.. And I sincerely hope you too find this as an amazing read.. Waiting to know your views on the book.. 🙂

Why I might not leave you, Yet!!

I once had the dilemma of blogging becoming extinct like some other things of the past, just like my friend Darshith, I find myself drawn back to blogging unlike anything before..

I couldn’t pin point it to one specific reason.. But here are few, that might be the reasons..

I could choose to depict me, as I want you to see me, rather than letting your judgement, shape the me..

There is a personal touch and also an impersonal attitude in every post and every comment..

I could pour out my deepest secrets and pass on it as just another event, or pass on my mundane event to be the top most secret revealed to you..

I could create, modify and delete in this blogosphere.. Oh yeah, I feel God-like with such power, which is never ever possible anywhere else.. 😉

I could initiate and become the leader, or just lay back and be a follower.. Most importantly, I could switch roles as often as I like and it’s absolutely right and would never be judged wrong..

I could inspire and be inspired.. I could receive awards and dish out awards..

Since these all are too unique, I couldn’t see blogging becoming extinct anytime soon for me.. 😉

Moreover, what would I do in life without the ego boost I receive, when the sweet beeps become musical tingles for every like, comment and one more follower.. 😉

And a special thanks to YOU!! The one who had made it till here.. Not just the end of the post, also through my journey in the blogosphere.. 🙂 😀

Yet another post on APJ Abdul Kalam..

I was not fanatic about him, yet I admire him enough to be termed as a fan..

I’ve not been following him very often, yet I followed his words enough to dream..

I don’t know much about him, yet his demise made me stop and think, what I know about him..

I know this is just another very tiny glimpse of that enormous legend.. Still I couldn’t rest myself without letting this out..

There are people who are honored by their identity;
But, there are few people who honour the identity..

Here’s a list of few identities he had added charm and glory to it and few classic features what made him stand out of the crowd:

A tamizhan, who never failed to feel and express the pride of it even in the international arena..

A scientist, who owned his mistakes, even when chances are given to evade them..

A humanist, who made the light weight calipers for the physically challenged a reality..

A Muslim, who had Hindu best friends and who respected every religion as much as the one he was born as..

A poor kid, who grew up to prove that nothing stops you from achieving except your dreams..

An Indian, who made the world turn and look back at India with pride and honour to have such a person..

A scientist, who re confirmed India’s immense potential to achieve much more..

A leader, who led by example, and who never let the power of power to get in the way of him..

A man with humour, who made even the most serious talks interlaced with a lighter side to it..

A common man, who failed and yet moved on to achieve success..

A statesman, yet who never let the dirt of politics rest on him..

A player of veena, who found time for music in the tight schedule of his life..

A composer of music, who left his print even in that field..

A writer, who inspired the reader and let that stay over time, for the generations to come..

A teacher, who adored kids as much as kids adored him..

A multi faceted person, who let his mark on every stone he turned and uplifted..

A human, who left this world, doing what he loved..

In general, I don’t appreciate the thought of a person’s death as synonymous to lose of his talents and skills.. For, the moment they quit the field, their talents and skills come to a stand still..

But, it is a real loss, when someone dies mid way..

Even though, death found it’s excuse for claiming him, by claiming him in such a honorable way.. Yes, it is honorable, because, just imagine the alternative ways to his death..

To me he is blessed all through his life and even in his death.. For he died doing what he loved..

Let his soul rest in peace..
Let his dreams not go to piece..

Who Am I?

I was the leaf,
The sign of new life..

Happy to belong
To a tree..
Thinking that,
Belonging is my destiny..

I was the last leaf*,
Giving hope to a dying soul..
Just by being myself,
And yet saving a life..

A storm blew,
The tree dint bend..
So it broke..
And couldn’t hold on
To this tiny leaf..

Now,
I’m a leaf,
Drifting in water..
Trusting the water,
To take me somewhere..

Hoping with faith,
That somewhere is
A good destination
And it might even be
A good foundation..

But am I drifting
Down a stream?
To a garden
Where I could
Bloom again?

Or am I swirling
Within a whirlpool?
Into the vortex
To be shattered
And torn to pieces?

Am I going to be
Picked up,
Adored
Treasured and
Preserved
For years to come?

Am I going to be
The life support
Of another drifter
A tiny ant
And help it
Reach shore safe?

Time answers all questions..
But the question is,
Will I be there
To hear the answer?

Dear time,
Who are you gonna answer?
When are you gonna answer?
And most of all
Would you eventually answer?

*The last leaf of O.Henry

Square peg in a round hole

Square peg in a round hole

It’s Monday again!! The Mundane Monday‘s are becoming bit more cheerful.. I’m here with another mundane shot..

But posting without any more words, doesn’t seem to be so appropriate for my blog..

Scroll through the post to read or skip it.. But don’t skip commenting on the click.. 😉

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Square peg in a round hole
The quintessential term
For matching the unmatched..

But even a circle peg,
Can’t fit in a round hole..
As the identity holds them apart..

They could indeed co exist
And make a wonderful set..

Relish the uniqueness
Rather than trying to fit in..

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PS: I’m inviting Koothan to this challenge of finding beauty in mundane things.. Just peep into the other link for further details of the challenge.. 😉

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

Building of dreams…

Building of dreams…

You guys have to bear this little monologue, before you could step into the post..

This is my first submission for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge..

For those of you, wondering, what is this in the picture, it’s where moulded clay are burnt to bricks..

Which is a very common sight, if you travel through certain parts of Tamilnadu..

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The cry of clay

I hope you too found the sad face..

The splatter of that paint is also a very common sight, yet what makes it interesting is the formation of the sad face..

A fragment of those thousand words spilled in colors, are captured in few words too..

Building of dreams

I know that,

The fire within
Is gonna
Scorch
Burn
Harden
Decolor
Distort
And torture me,
For days,
Till I yield to it..

The pain
Is not
Simple
To endure..

Yet,

For me
To grow and glow
I must endure pain..

I also know that,

The images
We form
As a kid
Are the hardest
To be replaced..  

Hence, I accept,

All this pain,
The endurance
The perseverance
As part of me
And my younger days…

So,
One day,
I could be
In the dream house
Of another child..

Yet,
I weep for
The pain..
Of
Not yet reaching
My destiny…

— The words of the to-be-brick clay

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Illuminate the darkness!!

When life happens, it drags along with it fun, happiness and even stress..

The more the merry and happiness, we cheer, enjoy and cherish those moments and keep them stored in memory for it to linger over time..

Hence it’s natural, that we exhaust ourselves, when we face negative emotions and find it hard to get over it..

There are ways to push out that stress.. The more the outlet, the easier it is to de-stress ourselves..

But is it just enough that we de-stress? Is that the end of the chapter of that stress? Is everything back to all cheer and good with it?

Phew.. The answer is no.. Nope.. Never..

Once you wipe out the stress, it just becomes empty.. As we would realise soon, that idle space is taken up by devil for his insanity workshop.. And this workshop churns out insanity, self defamation and obviously more distress non-stop..

So wiping out stress alone is not enough.. What else to do?

Instead of bothering to wipe out the stress, place something good and happy or just something you are so passionate about..

In simple terms, when you are busy loving, you don’t have time enough to hate..

Keep the stress in control by letting loose all controls of happiness, laughter and passion..

For life is not lived in the count of days, but in the days that counts in life…

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

Saving the savior..

When you are in the depth of drowning world, there comes a ray of hope with the help..

That ray keeps growing and glowing till it consumes you entirely, then comes the real trouble..

The life of past becomes a distant dream, a scarcely remembered, and makes you think, was that your life?

This ray of hope had always been a friend to me, irrespective of the mess or depths I had been pushed to..

I had said my thanks and had not forgot them, yet I feel that’s insufficient expression of my gratitude…

I would like to pass on that favor of being that ray for someone else, hence I go in search..

This search yields me lots n lots of insights on so many things.. A change in perspective tumbles me..

Hence I stop and just listen to the cries of needs..

They are
so subtle,
So scary,
So desperate,
so silent,
sometimes non-existent,
Yet so loud..

My rays reach out and cover a scarce ground for now..

In spite of being the ray, a darkness still resides inside..

Which keeps reminding me of the darkness and the struggle of being there..

Though my ray proves as a proof, that the past was a passing cloud..
It is the same ray that encompasses the still unlit darkness, the remaining residue of the past..

Now I could let the bygones be bygones..

But I just keep wondering, why none of the ray never warned me…
That the ray is not only hope..
It also absorbs a part of the darkness..
Being ray has its own darker side..
The darkness never ceases..

Yet do I warn?
Can I warn?
Will I warn?
I guess,
It is a big no…

Am I removing darkness of others?
Am I removing my own darkness?

I knew I buried myself in darkness in past,
Am I burying myself again?
In the rays of hope?
If so, let it be..

This is lot more fun..
For I presume,
I’m a savior,
Rather than
A victim..

Let me be the savior of you and hence save myself.. 🙂

A Blessing in Disguise!?!

A Blessing in Disguise!?!

I’ve always been a fan of butterfly for so many reasons..
An incident happened to increase my fascination of them..

I went to a temple, few days back, and was coming around the shrine..
I came across a butterfly in that path on the floor..
I adored the beauty at a distance and moved on..

I came back in the same path after few minutes and was surprised to see that beauty was still on the floor..
I realised it was not flying at all and presumed it was not alive..

Still, it was so cute and I didn’t want it to be trampled by unnoticing passer-by people..
When I lifted it, it showed few weak movements, so I left it in a corner for it to recover itself and fly off, for lack of a better idea at that time..

After few more minutes of wandering, came across the butterfly again in the spot I left..
Now I was getting interested in it and let it sit on a leaf and carried around, with me while seeing to some chores..
It walked a bit and was totally feeble to fly..

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