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 😊

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.. 😉

Wind – Part 15

15
 Oh life, who knows the goodness of you? 
You are the visible God.
All rules are formed because of you.
All rules are destroyed because of you.
Oh life,
You are the wind, you are the fire, you are the water, you are the sky.
In the things that appear, you are the guideline of appearance.
In the things that change, your work is to change them.
The insect that flies, the tiger that kills,
The worm that crawls, the countless lives in this world,
The infinite living things in the countless worlds -
All these are the explanation of you.
We consider the lives filled and spread in the land, water, air.
In the area of a square-feet in the air, lives lakhs of organisms, invisible to the naked eye.
One big organism; within its body, many small organisms; within them, many smaller organisms than that; within that even smaller ones-- Like this the world has stuffed life.
Huge -- Huge than the huge -- bigger than that -- bigger than that -- nucleus -- smaller than that nucleus -- even smaller than that -- even smaller than that --there is no end in both ways.
Endless in both ends.
Poets, when we wake up everyday in the morning, let us praise all the lives.
"Prayers, Lord Wind, the omnipresent Brahma" 

Note: This is the final part of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)


Wind – Part 13-14

13
Does life stand in the fluttering leaves? Yes.
Does life moves the roaring sea-water? Yes.
The stone that is dropped from the roof falls in the floor.
What causes the change? The life in it.
What is the state of the water canals? Life-state.
The wind which was mute has started to blow!
What has happened to it? Life happened.
The cart is being pulled by the bullocks.
The life of bullocks is carried to the cart.
While the cart goes, it goes with life.
The Kite! It has life.
The Steam Engine train has life! Big life.
All the machines have life.
The Earth-ball rotates ceaselessly with high force.
She has an unending life. The Mother Earth.
Hence, every thing on her surface has life.
The whole world revolves.
The moon revolves. The Sun revolves.
Crores and crores and crores and crores
Multi-miles apart and farther and beyond
The scattered stars in the skies are revolving.
Hence, this earth has life.
We call the 'life' of the World as Wind.
We hail and praise him thrice a day.
14
We can't praise the Wind.
For his praise is endless.
He is praised by the Rishis as
"Ever-persistent Brahma"
We worship the life breath. Let him protect us.
We worship the Abhaanan. Let him protect us.
We worship the Vyaanan. Let him protect us.
We worship the Udhaanan. Let him protect us.
We worship the Samaanan. Let him protect us.
We are spreading the acts of the Wind.
We pray the life.
Let life live.

Note: This is the Part 13and 14 of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)


Wind – Part 12

12

The crow flies away;
It swims over the waves of the wind.
What is that, that becomes the waves and facilitates the crow to swim across? Wind.
No. It is not wind.
It is the place of wind.
The station of wind.
Invisible to the eyes, the tiny particles of the world comes and crashes over us (When the wind blows).
It’s common practice to call those particles as wind.
It is not wind, it’s the chariot of the wind.
The heated ice becomes water.
The heated water becomes wind.
The heated gold becomes liquid.
The heated liquid becomes wind.
Like this, every object of the world could be converted to the form of wind.
This wind is a particle of physics.
The power / force in which these particles crawls (carried) is worshipped as the wind lord by us.
The flying path of the crow is the wind.
That path is controlled by the wind.
It is inclined to that path by the wind.
We worship him.
We surrender our lives.

காக்கை பறந்து செல்லுகிறது;
காற்றின் அலைகளின்மீது நீந்திக்கொண்டு போகிறது.
அலைகள்போலிருந்து, மேலே காக்கை நீந்திச்செல்வதற்கு
இடமாகும் பொருள் யாது? காற்று.
அன்று, அஃதன்று காற்று;
அது காற்றின் இடம். வாயு நிலயம்.
கண்ணுக்குத் தெரியாதபடி அத்தனை நுட்பமாகிய பூதத்
தூள்களே (காற்றடிக்கும் போது) நம்மீது வந்து
மோதுகின்றன.
அத்தூள்களைக் காற்றென்பது உலகவழக்கு.
அவை வாயு வல்ல, வாயு ஏறிவரும் தேர்.
பனிக்கட்டியிலே சூடேற்றினால் நீராக மாறிவிடுகிறது.
நீரிலே சூடேற்றினால் ‘வாயு’ வாகிவிடுகிறது.
தங்கத்திலே சூடேற்றினால் திரவமாக உருகிவிடுகிறது.
அத் திரவத்திலே சூடேற்றினால், ‘வாயு’ வாகின்றது.
இங்ஙனமே, உலகத்துப் பொருள்களனைத்தையும் ‘வாயு’
நிலைக்குக் கொண்டுவந்துவிடலாம்.
இந்த ‘வாயு’ பௌதிகத் தூள்.
இதனை ஊர்ந்துவரும் சக்தியையே நாம் காற்றுத்தேவ
னென்று வணங்குகிறோம்.
காக்கை பறந்துசெல்லும் வழி காற்று.
அந்த வழியை இயக்குபவன் காற்று.
அதனை அவ்வழியிலே தூண்டிச்செல்பவன் காற்று.
அவனை வணங்குகின்றோம்.
உயிரைச் சரணடைகின்றோம்.


Note: This is the Part 12 of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)


Wind – Part 10-11

Wind - Part 10 & 11
10

It is raining,
The whole town is drenched wet.
The Tamizh people, Like the buffaloes, 
  Always stand in the wetness, Sit in the wetness,
  Walk in the wetness, Sleep in the wetness,
  Cook in the wetness, Eat in the wetness.
A dry Tamizhan is not available even
  for medicine (Even for sample)
The cold Wind blows relentlessly.
Many of the Tamizh people fall sick with fever.
Few people die everyday, The fools that remain
  blame it as 'fate'.
Oh yes man, it is fate only.
'For those who lack Knowledge, Lack happiness'
  is the fate of Eesan. (The Almighty)
In the country that lacks discipline,
  the abundance of disease is the fate.
Tamil Nadu lacks that discipline.
  Instead of flourishing the true discipline,
  And also Forgetting the lingering disciplines,
  Few (Brahmin) people
  from Tamizh Nadu spin false tales
  to the fools and earn their daily bread.
Do you think that the cold Wind is Poison?
That is Manna, If you can live in
  Not-Wet homes with good clothes.
Wind is good.
We worship the Wind.

11

We call the Shakthi as Wind.
The power that lifts,
The power that cleans,
The power that crashes,
That spins, That blows.
Out of the many forms of Shakthi,
  Wind is also one of them/
All divinities are the art of Shakthi.
We call the art of Shakthi only as Divinity.
Wind is the Son of Shakthi.
We worship him.

Note: This is the Part 10 & 11 of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)

Wind – Part 9

Wind - Part 9
Come hither wind, Come slowly.
Do not break down the doors in the windows.
Do not throw take and throw away the papers.
Do not push down the books in the Almira.
Did you see this? Here, you pushed them down.
You torn away the pages of the book.
You brought back the rains.
You are so good in taunting the weak.
Dilapidated House, Dilapidated Door, Dilapidated Roof,
Dilapidated Tree, Dilapidated Body, Dilapidated Soul,
Dilapidated Heart -- These are broke down to pieces by the Lord of Wind.
He does not listen, even when told.
Hence, Gather around Humans.
Let us build stronger houses.
Let us strengthen the doors.
Let us train our bodies to stay robust.
Let us make our body resilient.
Let us toughen the our hearts.
If we do this way, the Wind will become our friend.
The Wind blows away the weak flame (of fire);
(But) Augments the strong flame (of fire).
His friendship is good.
We hail his praise everyday.

Note: This is the Part 9 of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)