lessons

Blooming full fledged

Right or Wrong

Right now, that is the only question in front of me. Right, or wrong?!

So revolting, and yet so challenging

Utterly miserable, yet refreshing

Unimaginably troubling, yet so very reassuring

Disappointed to the core, yet relieved like....

LiKe HeLL!!

mystique

This is a brilliant saying I adore a lot(I dont know whether my translation is precise. Hope it conveys)
"I am the Traveller, I am the way, And I myself am the Travel too."

Shame

Hail Kerala! And its enlightened citizens!!
In Thrissur, a group of members of the neighbourhood made a big scene against cremating the dead body of a person died of AIDS, says todays's newspaper. It was after a number of rejections from other cremation centres- including the one owned by the Corporation- that the body was finally brought to Laloor. It seems the so called fellow "nattukar" were furious about the prospects and allowed to cremate the body after heated arguments with the panchayat representatives under the condition such incidents should not be 'repeated'.
Worst of all, the person who came with the body had to observe "satyagraha" in front of the collectorate with the body on his lap before the problem was taken into notice, the paper says. Climax of the story: The police arrested this person for "NOT HONOURING" the dead body and released thereafter!!

I feel so proud of my people who stand first in education and health awareness in the whole of my country, and who practice the ART OF LIVING in so beautiful a way..KEEP IT UP!

redundant

its monsoon in chennai now. i cant help wondering how when and why does the sky pour itself out all of a sudden. very redudndant a thought, i know..but some things in life are so permanent, right? like..i dont know its a different set in the case of each human being!I dont know what i am writing..just felt like "utharaming"..may be thats why!!

two is good!

not bad. two people responded to my previous post..
so lemme add:
kabhi kabhi mere dil main..
kabhi alvida na kehna...
lag jaa gale ki phir yeh hasin raat ho na ho...
chupke se sun..is pal ki dhun..
jeena yahan, marna yahan...
yeh shaam masthani..
madhuban main radhika naachein re..
mere naina savan...phir bhi mera man pyasa..
suhani raat..na jaane tum kab aaogi..
din dhal jaaye hai!
tu nahin to...
musafir hoon yaaron...
o duniya ke rakhwale...
isharon isharon mein...
chaudvin ka chand ho...
aapke nazron ne samccha...

tere hi sapne lekar hi soya,tere hi yaadon me jaaga...
dil ddhoondtha hai...
tumne mujh ko hasna sikhaya...
kabhi na kabhi,kahi na kahi...
tu nahin to zindagi main...
tum itna jo muskura rahi ho..kya gum hain jisko chupa rahe ho...
tere mere sapne ab ek rang hain...
mere samne wale khidki main...
meri mehboob tujhe...
tere nainon ke siva...
abhi khar na jaana...
aji roothkar ab...
maine poocha chand se...
hoton se choolon tum...
baatein bhool jaati hain, yaadein yaad aati hain.

the first utharam!

In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep, so deep,
A dear little plant lay fast asleep.
"Awake," said the sunshine,
"And creep to the light."

"Awake," said the voice
Of the raindrop bright.
The little plant heard
And rose to see
What this beautiful outside world might be.

~Unknown

A Return

Memories
Like old train wagons
All used up
But
Never stale...

Faces
Like the Sun
Showering ecstacy
Still
Unburnt.

Certain victories
Like Karan Johar Movies
Longed for anxiously
Yet utter flop in actuality!!

can anybody find me the rest of it please..?

"in the heart of a seed
buried deep so deep
a dear little plant
lay fast asleep.
wake, said the sunshine
and creep to the light
wake, said the morning dew...."
what is the next line?

"Mobile" Phone

The Train howled by
Like a huge cellular phone
Making its passengers
Shiver
Like cell phones put in vibrator mode.

thousand cranes:An irony

THE title of the book caught my attention first; then the author. 'thousand cranes'brought back some memories-when as a child i read about 12-year old sadako sasaki, a nuclear-bomb victim in japan, and the thousand white paper cranes that she folded, believing they would fulfill her athletic dreams..and the anti-war memorial in her name that the children of japan dedicated to the world with the words,""This is our cry, This is our prayer, Peace in the world".And Yasunari Kawabata, whose work, "beauty and sadness" that had stirred a lot of emotions,unnamed and underdefined when i happened to read it three years back-not so vivid a memory, but..
UNDERDEFINED..yes that should be the word to describe thousand cranes in a word.set against the backdrop of tea ceremonies that is unique to japan, it tells about the intricacies of human mind so similar all through the world!"perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly," says kawabata-how true!
i could almost touch the subtle colours with which he has painted man-woman relationship-even when the overtones of such relationships are so depessingly hard to accept, i could not but appreciate the truthfulness of human feelings portrayed.{thousand cranes are the sign of optimism and perseverence and peace, such an ironical title for a "negative" work..}
i could make out the suppleness of traditions against cruel,unmindful urbaneness that japan is going through today:"he gazed at the morning glory for a time. in a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning.."
"he had not asked where she lived.it had been as if her dwelling were himself," kawabata concludes..is nt it true?after all who are we, but the images we create in other people's minds?where do we live, if its not in the love, misery, hatred and memories of those around us?!

notebook

nandini had gifted me a spiral notebook for my bday in the 3rd year of wcc to write my poems in..and she wanted me to show it to her when it was full..i, as usual, dismissed it as something impossile and i actually told her what big deal, she cant read malayalam anyway...in fact she even asked a couple of times what is happening to it..and i simply laughed it out...it has the words, DREAM, do it, create, think etc.-on its cover.

AND i did mange to lose the notebook the very same day it was gifted-in the audi..i never got it bak,despite all our efforts..she never said a word of blame, but got me a new one the very next day.
may be she always wanted me to resume writing and be my real self again..but was i taking it for granted without ever realizing it to the fullest sense?

never ever give up

"REST IF U MUST; BUT DONT YOU QUIT."

cycling into twenties

does the headline suggest any kind of a flashback, or looking back?but the twenties i am talking about is the age-thingie..##
i used to feel ashamed to say i dont know how to ride a bicycle..but what is the point. its just so. its one of the few things in our lives we cant lie or make up stories and pretend about!!
riding a bicycle is one of the most wonderful things mankind has managed to do, i feel. like going to the moon.

rolling lean, on a couple of air-filled egoes
elegantly flexible, wild like a bee-sting
balancing good, pulling away bad,
a bicycle goes, riding my youth!

are sonagachis the solution?

its regarding the debate going on in mathrubhumi weekly: about sexuality, virginity, illicit relations so on and so forth.i read so many letters in the latest issue. not even one was written by a woman!
nyways, the following are a few facts some of them have pointed out:
1: women are not the only ones who are being ill-treated. men also undergo similar plight.its only that they dare not reveal such stuff since it would hurt their feelings!
2:sexuality is a biological urge, just like hunger or thirst.
3:cases of atrocities against women shall reduce if we set up govt.sponsored sonagachis all around kerala.

let me begin from the last: if sonagachis were a safety nozzle, not even a single case of rape or harrassment should occur, leave alone get reported from mumbai, kolkatha etc!and just who are these sex-workers? are they a race or a caste on its own?! and if at all it is legalized and given social acceptance, dear mr.reader, will u be prepared to send ur wife,sister or daughter for the profession? NEVER. so the bottomline is simple."let me have the pleasure at somebody else's cost. i dont care a damn if it means physical violence,emotional vulnerability, financial backwardness or mental torture for the person i involve with!"bravo!

secondly, if sexual urge is like any other need, just why are intercourses between certain relationships taboo? if humanbeings are the only "cultured" race we have got to show it off, NA?! are some of u guys trying to assert that u ppl are no different from animals? oh,please, they dont, afterall, go ahead and rape their females!

women, in most cases, are ill-treated and harrassed because of their gender.being woman is like a crime in our space and time. yes, men have at least a pride to be hurt while women are not allowed to feel DIGNIFIED at least!just see what is happeing to the culprits in our most celebrated sex racket cases.

if our so- called free men are so backward in their thoughts and feelings for their fellowomen, i can only wonder what centuries of conditioning should be doing to our women. i feel thats exactly why our undemocratic family system is still intact, dowry prevalent, "virginity" rampant and our well educated girls dont think twice before adorning themselves with tonnes of gold jewellery on the most important day of their lives..

i simply dont know when our people will understand what it means to be a man or a woman and be able to love,respect and hear out each other.

why her?

why are we too busy to remember, call, email, visit each other?
tears are welling up inside, but not even one drop is coming off me. i am tired.

an odd day in chennai

Roads glistening with rain.
Men in raincoats on bikes.
Silent commuters raining thoughts.
Party flags, with theit red and black
darkened,
And their leaders' faces sharpened.
Entangled letters more dravidian.
Teashops vending coffee the colour of mud.
Youth frantic over their wet cellular phones.
Flowery sarees drenched,lifted and stuck on calves.
Autowalahs reaping an unexpected rain harvest!

nandini

i cant believe you would no longer scream into the telephone when i call , nandu...
i dont know what will happen to your contact lenses and those thick spectacles u wore while travelling.
i am no longer to get a happy bday call in the midnight of 22 jan..and i am not gonna call u 23 rd midnite.nor are we to compare and contrast our aquarian traits.
we are not going to lie down on the drawing room couch watching tv till late night and discussing guys.
we are not gonna put lots of tomato sauce with whatever we eat,while others cringe at the sight.
we are no longer gonna sing 'arth' songs, relive the day we watched devdas first day last show, reread memoirs of a geisha.
u r no longer gonna take me to the doctor for that cracking head ache.and u r not gonna make me laugh when i get my passport size snap taken. nor am i gonna get ur letters in that big, bubbly handwriting, so wild and beautiful.
we will no longer pick the same posters at exhibitions.
and, i dont even know whether u had found ur RAJ whom we were so eagerly waiting for.

your resh.