United in love!

Today, 30th September, is World Translation Day.

I believe that, this is one poetry which deserves to be appreciated for years to come by many. And this is a sample of the wealth of knowledge and humility of the poet, who had such a brilliant idea, but not the desire to publicise his name.

There are two major elements that comprises the crust of earth. Water and Land.

The element of water is widely considered the flowing element and represents change, travel, search for destiny etc.

Whereas the element of land represents the stability, patience, finality or even a finite object.

The element of water exists in many forms such as ocean, river, falls, stream, lake, rain and so on.

And the land exists as soil, mud, sand, stone, rock, mountain and so on. The larger it is, the flexibility is reduced, while smaller the particle, it’s unusable for modified purpose. They can be used as is or with minor changes.

Usage of water is as wide as it’s form. And each usage relies upon few or just one form. For e.g., ocean is good for transporting through ships but useless for drinking directly. Also, existence of each form is restricted by the area of it’s existence. A falls can’t exist in plain and not ocean on top of mountain.

Another interesting feature is most of the water forms exist above land, though source of water is below land, apart from rain.

It’s born out of land, nurtures land, floods land, and consumes two third of earth’s crust.

Seems neither exist without the other. And also one overpowers the other at each stage.

But do they ever be at par?

Yes, when the land is mud/red soil and water is rain. They both lose themselves and they adorn a new form, of mud, which is neither liquid not solid.

Thus, merged the heart of two, in love, inseparable and into one, by losing itself. And together they could be created into new formations, which isn’t possible to be attained by either water or soil independently.

This is the example given by an anonymous poet to describe love. And the richness of the thought paved way to name the poet after this example.

யாயும் ஞாயும் யாரா கியரோ,
எந்தையும் நுந்தையும் எம்முறைக் கேளிர்,
யானும் நீயும் எவ்வழி யறிதும்,
செம்புலப் பெயனீர் போல,
அன்புடை நெஞ்சம் தாங்கலந் தனவே.

-செம்புலப் பெயனீரார்.

What is my mother to yours?
How is my father related to yours? Although you and I knew not
each other in any way,
just as red earth and pouring rain:
the love-filled hearts merged.

(Kuruntokai – 40)

[https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuṟuntokai]

A single line that has such a depth of meaning. This keeps amazing people for generations and still going to live for long.

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Rambling on love

The magical feeling which is the topic of discussion for ages bygone and ages to come, never gets old. I was wondering why was that, just like every one musing about love.

I think, it’s because, that’s something special, obviously.

For those who aren’t made aware of the sweet nectar, in full, but just given a fleeting glimpse, that’s the ultimate target. To which all of their routes are diverted.

For those who are in the heavenly bliss, they are so full of the happiness and doesn’t have the slightest inclination to get out of it, to help others on their route, nor explain it in words. For that bliss is of such addictive nature without any reprieve. And also, for the very reason, it couldn’t be constrained to meagre words. That’s beyond any compare and can only be enjoyed by oneself.

If someone bothers to explain or guide through anyone else, either they haven’t experienced it in full and are showing off in vain, to make others believe the better of them. Or else, some twisted fate has pushed them out of the heaven, to only linger the joy and not continue to experience it.

And those are the ones who tell tales, throwing a glimpse of heaven to the newbies and those are the ones who extend the life of their lives through the memories of their tales.

And in every way, the love and love alone remains as the constant, which stands witness to the trials and triumphs of all!

After all the regression, I realise that I’m in that heaven and hence I couldn’t put myself to be constrained within few words. Hence, couldn’t write about lamenting nor anything else.

Thus, you are here, reading another post of mine, searching for something, which might not be present here. But if it did, do drop a word and let me know, whether you could make heads or tails of this post!

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When a Yes becomes yes truly!

She knew the answer
In that single moment.
What her dreams are,
What form it would take,
Who it would be,
What she fell for and
What she yearned for!
And for all those questions
Unasked yet answered!

The sprouting from the most
Darkest and deepest part
Of her heart and yet
Potent to encompass
Even the whole universe.

She answered yes,
To the one who would be
The base of her future
And part of every moment
In living out her life.

He jumped out in joy
For his dream came true!
She, to him is
A dream of decades,
Centuries and beyond!
An imagination for the future
Counted in few light years!
And the hope of his life!

Yet he did not knew
And would never know
That his jump of joy,
Trampled a little sprout,
In the darkest and deepest
Of her trembling heart!

And the yes was said,
Only in the hope
That the excess of love
Spilling from his brimming heart
Would be enough
To grow a garden.

A garden that is

Amazingly attractive with
Blooming buds,
Colorful, calm, cheery and
Dazzlingly Distracting her
From the erstwhile eerie era.
For the future is founded in the
Glorious gestures of him.

Her hysterical history
Is inappropriate and an insult to him in the
Journey jabbing with
Kindness, from the King of
Love, lust and listless luxury of
Meaningful merger of two minds.

Neither negotiated the needles,
Obviously Omnipresent in the
Pressure pursuing the presence of those
Quirk quiet emptiness lurking in the
Relationship rumbling with romance.

Still she shivered silently in
The thunderous transition of her
Unspeakables into utter useless rubbish.

Vulnerability of the viable future
Whisked her into Wishing for
eXclusive explosions of
Yelling and yet in the yonder, the
Zeal of him zapped her completely.

As she had been encompassed by his,
Love, lust and everything in between
In her heart and mind too!!

A dear friend asked me to make a video about books. When I asked that the topic was too vague, I was given the liberty to take it up as I wish..

And here’s that video for you all to view and comment upon it and upon anything else you would like to say to me..

So what’s your relationship with books and what’s your current favorite read?

Books and me!

Nights on terrace

One of the happiest memory of childhood is the time spent on terrace after dinner. Sometimes even for dinner!

And those night outs require some prep work done by evening. We have to splatter water so that it is not so hot for relaxing later on. This is one of the favorite chore on the summer vacation. As we get to play with water, while we also get some work done.

Regressing, I wonder how our well was up to its maximum capacity even during summer and the idea of water scarcity was not even so remote in the ideas. Also, the water comes from well, that is self replenishing, whereas the water waste from bath and kitchen goes to water the plants and trees of the garden.

Still, I think I might not be watering the terrace just for cooling effect, while the water is becoming much more precious day to day..

Anyway, twenty years back, that’s the only source for cooling as air conditioners are not so common and also the electricity can’t be trusted at all times for fans.

I’m moving away from the main idea. Getting back to it…

Those night time gatherings are so great memories, for that’s the time the entire family gathered together and shared much more than stories. That’s where the creativity is kindled with riddles. That’s where the knowledge is passed on through generations. That’s where we counted stars and believed we could finish it some day. That’s where we learnt stories of our parents as kids and it was always a pleasure to see the parents be kiddish, which makes them more likable even if they reprimand us for our pranks.

So that’s where life was at is jest, happiness breezed along, cheerfulness lingering like the distant train’s passing, and smiles were abundant, while making the childhood best of times!

Publishing Jimpify’s Second book : Through the Mist

Through the Mist

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

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

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

About the Collaboration

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

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

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

Yes, a picture is worth a book!

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

What is the book About?

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The ultimate love verse!

A #Mahakavi song describing the love of a mother to her child, soulfully rendered by #BombayJayashree

 

Poet: Subramanya Bharathi
Singer: Bombay Jayashree
Movie: Kuttram kadithal
Singers: Rakesh Raghunanthan, Yazhini
Music director: Shankar Rengarajan

சின்னஞ்சிறு கிளியே கண்ணம்மா! செல்வக் களஞ்சியமே!
என்னைக் கலி தீர்த்தே உலகில் ஏற்றம் புரிய வந்தாய்!

chinnanjiRu kiLiyae kaNNammaa! selvak kaLanjiyamae!
ennaik kali theerthae ulagil aetRam puriya vandhaai!

Oh juvenile parrot, my Kannamma! You are the bountiful repository of all the wealth!
You brought me immense happiness and prosperity, you came to elevate my stature in this world!

பிள்ளைக் கனியமுதே! கண்ணம்மா! பேசும் பொற் சித்திரமே!
அள்ளி அணைத்திடவே என் முன்னே ஆடி வரும் தேனே!

piLLaik kaniyamudhae! kaNNammaa! paesum poR sithiramae!
aLLi aNaithidavae en munnae aadi varum thaenae!

You are a sweet child (comparing it to the nectar from a tender fruit), Oh Kannama! You are a golden painting that can talk!
You come dancing unto me so that I would pick and embrace you! Oh Honey!

ஓடி வருகையிலே கண்ணம்மா உள்ளம் குளிருதடி!
ஆடித் திரிதல் கண்டால் உன்னைப் போய் ஆவி தழுவுதடி!

oadi varugaiyilae kaNNammaa uLLam kuLirudhadi!
aadith thiridhal kaNdaal unnaip poai aavi thazhuvudhadi!

When you come running towards me! Oh Kannamma! My heart feels ecstatic  and appeased!
When I see you playfully wandering, my soul comes to hug you!

உச்சிதனை முகர்ந்தால் கருவம் ஓங்கி வளருதடி!
மெச்சி உனை ஊரார் புகழ்ந்தால் மேனி சிலிர்க்குதடி!

uchchidhanai mugarndhaal karuvam oangi vaLarudhadi!
mechchi unai ooraar pugazhndhaal maeni silirkkudhadi!

When I plant a kiss onto your forehead, my pride grows!
When the society applauds and appreciated you, my body is thrilled!

கன்னத்தில் முத்தமிட்டால் உள்ளந்தான் கள்வெறி கொள்ளுதடி!
உன்னைத் தழுவிடலோ கண்ணம்மா உன்மத்தம் ஆகுதடி!

kannathil muthamittaal uLLandhaan kaLveRi koLLudhadi!
unnaith thazhuvidaloa kaNNammaa unmatham aagudhadi!

When I kiss your cheeks, my inner self feels emotionally high (same as that from drinking alcohol) with joy
When I hug you, Oh Kannama! I feel elated!

உன் கண்ணில் நீர் வழிந்தால் என் நெஞ்சில் உதிரம் கொட்டுதடி!
என் கண்ணின் பாவையன்றோ? கண்ணம்மா! என்னுயிர் நின்னதன்றோ!

un kaNNil neer vazhindhaal en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi!
en kaNNin paavaiyandRoa? kaNNammaa! ennuyir ninnadhandRoa!

When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart,
you are the apple of my eyes, Oh Kannamma! isn’t my soul (life) yours!