Thoughts on thoughts!

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

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

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

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

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

Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Planning, not to plan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choices!

I grew up listening to the phrase,

Choice makes confusion.

How true is that..

Everyday we make choices,

lots and lots of it..

Choices does come in all sizes..

From waking up to alarm

Or hit snooze..

Till give in to sleep

Or one more page of reading..

From working for a living

Or towards your destiny..

From opting for a profession

Or for a passion that drives you..

From having a healthy life

Or giving in to peer pressure..

From living for yourself

Or for other’s expectation of your life..

From being lazy and procrastinating

Or completing it right through..

From prioritising your needs

Or giving up to silly wants..

From giving in to temptations

Or standing up to convictions..

From choosing to have a choice

Or choosing to not have any..

From fearing what it might be

Or to facing what it could be..

From pondering on what could have been

Or to steering to what should you be..

Of all the choices

Big and small,

Makes you what you are!

Choose wisely,

Just so that, tomorrow

Blooms with no regrets

Nor inconvenience to any!

Laugh hard,

Make others smile

And choose to always

LIVE your life!

For choices are what

Makes you, YOU!

You and Me!

The classic lines of ‪#‎Bharathidasan‬ are given a fresh lease in the soulful music of ‪#‎Rahman‬ and added pleasantry in the voice of ‪#‎VijayYesudas‬.

The ‪#‎love‬ for each other blooms, spreads cherished and celebrated at each and every word. The togetherness of a couple couldn’t be expressed any better. And the expressions shows the beauty of the language and love itself.

 

Movie: Achcham Yenbathu Madamaiyada
Lyrics: Bharathidasan
Music: A R Rahman
Singer: Vijay Yesudas
Song Sequence: (1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(7)-(8)-(8)-(9)-(10)-(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(1)

(1) அவளும் நானும் அமுதும் தமிழும்!
(2) அவளும் நானும் அலையும் கடலும்!

avaLum naanum amudhum thamizhum
avaLum naanum alaiyum kadalum

She and I are like Elixir and Tamil.
She and I are like Waves and Ocean.

(3) அவளும் நானும் தவமும் அருளும்!
 அவளும் நானும் வேரும் மரமும்!

avaLum naanum thavamum aruLum
avaLum naanum vaerum maramum

She and I are like Penance and Boon.
She and I are like Root and Tree.

(4) ஆலும் நிழலும்;
 அசைவும் நடிப்பும்;
 அணியும் பணிவும்;
 அவளும் நானும்!

aalum nizhalum
asaivum nadippum
aNiyum paNivum
avaLum naanum

Banyan Tree and Shadow!
Movement and Act!
Team and Humility!
She and I are like!

(5) அவையும் துணிவும்;
 உழைப்பும் தழைப்பும்;
 அவளும் நானும்
 அளித்தலும் புகழும்!

avaiyum thuNivum
uzhaippum thazhaippum
avaLum naanum
aLithalum pugazhum

Stage and Courage!
Work and Growth!
She and I are like!
Offering and Praise!

(6) மீனும் புனலும்,
 விண்ணும் விரிவும்,
 வெற்பும் தோற்றமும்,
 வேலும் கூரும்;

meenum punalum
viNNum virivum,
veRpum thoatRamum
veelum koorum

Fish and River!
Sky and Vastness! 


Mountain and Magnificence!
Spear and Sharpness!

(7) ஆறும் கரையும்;
 அம்பும் வில்லும்;
 பாட்டும் உரையும்
 நானும் அவளும்!

aaRum karaiyum
ampum villum
paattum uraiyum
naanum avaLum

River and Shore!
Bow and Arrow!
Song and Context!
She and I are like!

(8) நானும் அவளும்
 உயிரும் உடம்பும்,
 நரம்பும் யாழும்,
 பூவும் மணமும்!

naanum avaLum
uyirum udampum
narampum yaazhum
poovum maNamum

She and I are like,
Life and Body!
String and Harp!
Flower and Fragrance!

(9) அவளும் நானும் தேனும் இனிப்பும்
 அவளும் நானும் சிரிப்பும் மகிழ்வும்

avaLum naanum thaenum inippum
avaLum naanum sirippum magizhvum

She and I are like Honey and Sweetness,
She and I are like Smile and Happiness.

(10) அவளும் நானும் திங்களும் குளிரும்!
 அவளும் நானும் கதிரும் ஒளியும்!

avaLum naanum thingaLum kuLirum
avaLum naanum kadhirum oLiyum

She and I are like Moon and Coolness
She and I are like Sun rays and Light.

Nobler than the Noblest!

வறுமை! நம் தேசத்தில்
  அது அறிவின் ஆபரணம்

vaRumai! nam thaesathil
adhu aRivin aabaraNam

Poverty! In our country
it is the ornament of intelligence

புலமைக்கு கிடைக்கும் முதல் விருது

pulamaikku kidaikkum mudhal virudhu

It is the first award given to poetic prowess

என்றும் பசிதான் கவிதையின் ரத்தம

endRum pasidhaan kavidhaiyin rathama

Always, hunger is the lifeblood of a poem

வறுமைக்கு பசிக்கும் போதெல்லாம்
  அது புலவனைத்தான் புசிக்கிறது

vaRumaikku pasikkum poadhellaam
adhu pulavanaithaan pusikkiRadhu

When ever hunger strikes poverty,
It feeds on the scholarly

புலவனின் கவிதையோ 
 பசியே வைக்கும் பந்தி

pulavanin kavidhaiyoa
pasiyae vaikkum pandhdhi

For the poet’s creation,
Hunger itself throws the feast,

கவிஞன் மனித ராசி என்றால் நான்
  மறுதலிப்பேன்

kavinjan manidha raasi endRaal naan
maRudhalippaen

If a poet were to be classified as being human,
I would deny

அவன் உயர்திணையைவிட
  உயர்ந்தவன்

avan uyardhiNaiyaivida
uyarndhdhavan

He is nobler than noblest,

எழுதும்போது
  வெளிச்சம் வேண்டியிருந்தால்
  அவனுக்கு
  விரல் மெழுகுவத்தி

ezhudhumpoadhu
veLichcham vaeNdiyirundhdhaal
avanukku
viRal mezhuguvathi

If there is need for light,
when penning a poem,
then his fingers
become the candle

பெருமூச்சியெல்லாம்
  அவனது
  பேனா புல்லாங்குழல்
  ராகஜாதியாய்
  ரசவாதம் செய்துவிடும்

perumoochchiyellaam
avanadhu
paenaa pullaangguzhal
raagaJaadhiyaay
rasavaadham seydhuvidum

All the deep breathes
turn melodic
due to the flute that is his pen

அவன் கண்ணீர்
  இறுகி .. இறுகி ..
  முத்துக்களாய் முதிர்ந்துவிடும்

avan kaNNeer
iRugi .. iRugi ..
muthukkaLaay mudhirndhdhuvidum

His tears, become denser by the tick,
and eventually trickle down like pearls

தன்னை
  நசுக்கி கொண்டு அவன்
  சிரித்து கொள்வான்

thannai
nasukki koNdu avan
sirithu koLvaan

He crushes himself (for his creation),
but sports a smile nevertheless,

சோகமே அவனது படுக்கை
  கவலையே அவனது தலையணை

soagamae avanadhu padukkai
kavalaiyae avanadhu thalaiyaNai

Suffering is his mattress,
Worry is his pillow,

அவனுக்கு தெரியும்
  விருச்சத்தை சுருட்டி
  விதையாக்கும் வித்தை

avanukku theriyum
viruchchathai surutti
vidhaiyaakkum vithai

He knows the art of
condensing a tree into a seed

பாரதி முதலில் பயந்தான் பிறகு
  பயம் அவனை கண்டு பயந்தது

baaradhi mudhalil payandhdhaan piRagu
payam avanai kaNdu payandhdhadhu

At first, Bharathi was afraid,
later fear was afraid of him,

தன்னை எரிக்க வந்த வறுமையை
  அவன் செரித்து விட்டான்

thannai erikka vandhdha vaRumaiyai
avan serithu vittaan

The poverty that came to burn him
Was (crushed into pieces) and digested by him

அவன்தான் சூரிய சொப்பனங்களில்
  சொக்கி கிடந்தானே
  இருட்டு அவனுக்கென்ன பொருட்டு ?

avandhaan sooriya soppanangaLil
sokki kidandhdhaanae
iruttu avanukkenna poruttu ?

For him, who was enthralled In the celestial dreams,
Would the darkness be of concern?

அவன்தான் நாளைய பூக்களின் மேல்
  நடந்து கொண்டிருந்தான்
  இன்றின் முட்கள் என்செய்யும் ?

avandhaan naaLaiya pookkaLin mael
nadandhdhu koNdirundhdhaan
indRin mutkaL encheyyum ?

For him, who was walking On the flowers of tomorrow,
What harm could today’s thorn bear?

நின்றது இந்தியா வா?
  இல்லை இருதயத்தின் ஒரு பாதியா ?
  சந்தேகத்தில் மனம் சலிந்தது

nindRadhu indhdhiyaa vaa?
illai irudhayathin oru paadhiyaa ?
sandhdhaegathil manam salindhdhadhu

Is it India that stopped?
Isn’t it half his heart?
His mind was weary with the confusion!

 தன் பேனாவை எண்ணியே
  பெரிதும் வருந்தினான்

than paenaavai eNNiyae
peridhum varundhdhinaan

He thought about his pen
and repented a great deal,

எதிரிகள் போர்களத்தையே
  திருடிவிட்டதாய் திகைத்தான்

edhirigaL poarkaLathaiyae
thirudivittadhaay thigaithaan

He was astounded
For he thought that the enemies
Stole the battlefield itself (Rather than waging war)

அவன் இமைப்பதற்கு
  இரண்டு நாள் ஆயிற்று

avan imaippadhaRku
iraNdu naaL aayitRu

It took him two days
to even blink an eye
(due to the shock)

வருமானம் வரும் வழியே
  முட் கதவுகளால் அல்லவா
  மூடிவிட்டார்கள் ?

varumaanam varum vazhiyae
mut kadhavugaLaal allavaa
moodivittaarkaL ?

Didn’t they close the path
That brought income
With doors of thorn?

வறுமை தன் வாசலை
  விசாலமாக விரித்தது

vaRumai than vaasalai
visaalamaaga virithadhu

While poverty opened up
its paths wide open

சுயலோகத்தையும் அவன்
  நாடகத்தில் வரும்
  நவரசம் போல
  நன்றாய் ரசித்தான்

suyaloagathaiyum avan
naadagathil varum
navarasam poala
nandRaay rasithaan

He enjoyed the misery in his
own life,
like the way one would enjoy the
splendid expressions of a drama,

கொடுக்க வேண்டிய வாடகை
  நகராத கூவம் போல
  தேங்கியது

kodukka vaeNdiya vaadagai
nagaraadha koovam poala
thaenggiyadhu

The rent that he needed to give (for his house),
started to became stagnant like a well

வசூலிக்க வரும்
  செட்டியாரோ
  கடன்பட்டார் நெஞ்சம்போல
  கலங்கினார்

vasoolikka varum
chettiyaaroa
kadanpattaar nenjampoala
kalangginaar

The Chettiar who came to collect the rent,
his heart was agitated like the one who was in debt,

கோவில் மாடத்தில்
  கூடுகட்டும் புறாவிடம்
  வாடகை எப்படி வசூலிப்பது

koavil maadathil
koodugattum puRaavidam
vaadagai eppadi vasoolippadhu
at the altar of the temple,
to the pigeon that was making its nest,
how can one ask for rent?

இன்று கட்டாயம்
  கேட்பதென்று கால்கள் விரையும்

indRu kattaayam
kaetpadhendRu kaalkaL viraiyum

“Today I will for sure ask”,
with this thought his feet walk briskly

பாரதியின் வாசலுக்கு வரும்போதோ
  காலணியோடு அந்த
  கருத்தையும்
  வெளியே விட்டுவிட்டு
  வீட்டுக்கு போவார்

paaradhiyin vaasalukku varumpoadhoa
kaalaNiyoadu andhdha
karuthaiyum
veLiyae vittuvittu
veettukku poavaar

But when he hit Bharathi’s doorstep,
with the footwear
even this thought
was left behind,
and the Chettiar would go in,

பாரதி சிரிப்பான்
  ஒரு வெண்கல மணி
  விண்ணில் அதிரும்

paaradhi sirippaan
oru veNkala maNi
viNNil adhirum

Bharathi would laugh,
A bronze gong would
strike in the skies,

வாரும் விளக்கெண்ணெய்வாள்
  வாடகைக்கு அப்படி என்ன அவசரம் ஒய்

vaarum viLakkeNNeyvaaL
vaadagaikku appadi enna avasaram oy

Come in! Oh know it all buddy!
What is the hurry to collect rent now?

இன்னும் பத்து வருஷம்
  சுயராஜ்ய ஜோதி
  தெரிந்துவிடும்

innum pathu varusham
suyaraaJya Joadhi
therindhdhuvidum

In ten years,
The light of Independence (swarajya),
will be lit,

பிறகென்ன ?
  அரசாங்கத்தின் கஜானாவிற்கு
  காசோலை தருவேன்
  போய்வாரும்

piRagenna ?
arasaangathin kaJaanaaviRku
kaasoalai tharuvaen
poayvaarum

Then what?
I’ll draw cheque Even to Government treasury
(For I would be that rich by then)
Come back later than now

மீண்டும்
  வெண்கல சிரிப்பு
  விண்ணை உரசும்

meeNdum
veNkala sirippu
viNNai urasum

Yet again, the bronze gong (his laughter)
will fill up the skies

ரணங்களை எல்லாம்
  ஆபரணங்களாய்
  அணிய பழகிய
  அந்த பொழுதில்
  வங்காளத்து மகான்
  வந்து சேர்ந்தார்

raNangaLai ellaam
aabaraNangaLaay
aNiya pazhagiya
andhdha pozhudhil
vanggaaLathu magaan
vandhdhu saerndhdhaar

He had learnt to wear all his debts (battles)
as his jewels
At that moment the great from Bengal
arrived

Note: An excerpt from Vairamuthu’s book ” Kavirajan kathai” Chapter 27 – உயர்திணையைவிட உயர்ந்தவன் (Greater than the greatest)

PS: Thanks to Sucheendra for the translation of this beautiful Extract.

Communication

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

The merger!

Water, one of the dearest subject for Ripples and for me. Here is another dimension to water.

The water, in most forms, is rarely considered as the final stage and rather used as example to seeking the destiny in next stage. Like a river attaining destiny while reaching the sea, a drop attaining destiny by becoming a pearl, the drop on lotus leaf and so on..

The crust of earth is basically split into two, surface covered by water and land.

Just like the water being omnipresent in many ways, the land / soil could be represented in many many ways. Rocks, boulders, mountains, sand, soil and so on.

When water meets many of those, the water retains its nature as water, just as the other component retains its own nature. Or the reaction happens to one of them while the other remains the same.

Whereas when water meets a certain kind of soil, the water and soil bonds together and becomes mud, where the water attains the color of soil and the soil becomes almost liquid, losing its dry and solid state.

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 at first sight. 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 relatednto 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]