Children are really beautiful.
It is not a new judgment from me. I always love children.
But of late I happened to meet two children during my train journey.
The feelings in me for children rose again.
To be a daddy of a child is something special. To see your own child articulating the words in purely childish ways can make you go drunk. And if the words happened to be "Daddy" then you would reach the heavens.
Being a male I love girl children. They specially attract me.
They are really angels sent by God to tell the world that it is a beautiful place to live in.
February 22, 2009
February 18, 2009
The Wise Fool's Lamentations
Lately I have learnt a lesson: Do not think much.
I have been approached for being a "wise" fool by many.
WHAT FOR?
The answer is very simple and straight forward: For advice and for proper direction regarding the course of life. I immediately force my mind to calm down. My mind loves to be a monkey jumping from one branch of ideas to another branch of thoughts. After arresting it I do the opposite. I overburden it with single strand of thought. Thoughts emerge fast. They interact and intertwine wonderfully. My mind would be soon crowded with THOUGHTS(IDEAS).
Like an experienced sage I offer my crowded ideas to the seeker. I feel elated to know that I think much and that I am specially sought for my thoughts. The person simply listens and goes back satisfied(that is what I think).
The next day(sometimes the next hour) I come to know of my foolishness. The ideas that seemed so wonderful begin to look so insane. My own ideas laugh at me. I am proved a WISE FOOL.
Fool's Conclusion:
In my foolishness I too get a reward. I will know the worthlessness of my earlier 'supreme' ideas. My mind next time avoids them or is alert when reworking on it.
I have been approached for being a "wise" fool by many.
WHAT FOR?
The answer is very simple and straight forward: For advice and for proper direction regarding the course of life. I immediately force my mind to calm down. My mind loves to be a monkey jumping from one branch of ideas to another branch of thoughts. After arresting it I do the opposite. I overburden it with single strand of thought. Thoughts emerge fast. They interact and intertwine wonderfully. My mind would be soon crowded with THOUGHTS(IDEAS).
Like an experienced sage I offer my crowded ideas to the seeker. I feel elated to know that I think much and that I am specially sought for my thoughts. The person simply listens and goes back satisfied(that is what I think).
The next day(sometimes the next hour) I come to know of my foolishness. The ideas that seemed so wonderful begin to look so insane. My own ideas laugh at me. I am proved a WISE FOOL.
Fool's Conclusion:
In my foolishness I too get a reward. I will know the worthlessness of my earlier 'supreme' ideas. My mind next time avoids them or is alert when reworking on it.
February 13, 2009
Arresting Lines
"Again and again I remove
Again and again it falls over me
The leg of a sleeping child.
So are the memories."
These are the words penned by the Tamil poet Kanimozhi Karunanidhi.
Her usage of the sleeping child's leg to memories is simply captivating.
Again and again it falls over me
The leg of a sleeping child.
So are the memories."
These are the words penned by the Tamil poet Kanimozhi Karunanidhi.
Her usage of the sleeping child's leg to memories is simply captivating.
February 12, 2009
Do the Looks really Kill?
"Looks Kill"
This is a famous phrase and a fancy phrase. It is often used to describe the arresting beauty of a person's external nature. That is the reason why I hated this phrase.
The term 'arresting beauty' can differ from a person to person. I have often wondered at my friend's admiration of a beauty. It had been, for me atleast, a wasted judgment. The other side it will be the same. The ravishing beauty that I admire becomes a mystery for my friend. Looks do not kill. But they confuse. To put it positively, the judgement on 'looks' reveals much about a person and his aesthetic sense.
But lately I have realized that looks do really kill.
It happened in Mysore before three years. I had gone for a walk in the city. I had a small gang of friends with me. We spoke much and cheered ourselves as we treaded on. On the pavement suddenly I noticed him. He was sitting rather awkwardly. He was peculierly strange. His legs were amputated. He wore not that neat dress. He had a towel spread before him. On the towel I noticed few coins. Then he noticed me. He saw that I was looking at him. He did not articulate anything. He was silent. His eyes sought my small help. These all happened in a few seconds' time. I just crossed him. To give him something was not at all present in my mind. After I passed him I felt it. The feeling was there and it was really real. I felt the look of that man on my back. And since then it had haunted me. Even today I can not forget those looks.
Looks really kill.
Final Note:
I watched a film(Naan Kadavul) recently. Some of the scenes in the film slapped me across the face. The movie deals with beggery. You get to know many things about the beggers.
This is a famous phrase and a fancy phrase. It is often used to describe the arresting beauty of a person's external nature. That is the reason why I hated this phrase.
The term 'arresting beauty' can differ from a person to person. I have often wondered at my friend's admiration of a beauty. It had been, for me atleast, a wasted judgment. The other side it will be the same. The ravishing beauty that I admire becomes a mystery for my friend. Looks do not kill. But they confuse. To put it positively, the judgement on 'looks' reveals much about a person and his aesthetic sense.
But lately I have realized that looks do really kill.
It happened in Mysore before three years. I had gone for a walk in the city. I had a small gang of friends with me. We spoke much and cheered ourselves as we treaded on. On the pavement suddenly I noticed him. He was sitting rather awkwardly. He was peculierly strange. His legs were amputated. He wore not that neat dress. He had a towel spread before him. On the towel I noticed few coins. Then he noticed me. He saw that I was looking at him. He did not articulate anything. He was silent. His eyes sought my small help. These all happened in a few seconds' time. I just crossed him. To give him something was not at all present in my mind. After I passed him I felt it. The feeling was there and it was really real. I felt the look of that man on my back. And since then it had haunted me. Even today I can not forget those looks.
Looks really kill.
Final Note:
I watched a film(Naan Kadavul) recently. Some of the scenes in the film slapped me across the face. The movie deals with beggery. You get to know many things about the beggers.
February 7, 2009
To Love or Not to Love
Let me state my position first:
I celebrate LOVE. I condemn the one who condemns LOVE.
Now, love is a term or a word that has become too normal. Being too normal has an attachment of peculiar danger to it. That is: Too much of normalcy destroys or distorts the real meaning. And, "love" is no exception.
To me, love is the most distorted word in the English language. The blame goes to the word itself and to the English language. Love is a single word. But it is shouldered with heavy load of meanings. I do not want to delve into it. (If you are too eager I advise you to browse through The Oxford English Dictionary).
In this column, by Love I mean the spontaneous relationship that arises between the opposite sexes, highly motivated by inexplainable emotions. Once the relationship is established it is a hellish pleasure. The merry-go-round of emotions begin.
The simple feeling of someone waiting for you makes you feel different. The world of dictionaries and words cannot help you to explain that he/she is specially for you.
A simple look even from a far distance,
one syllable pronounced by your best half,
one normal pat on your shoulder by your beloved
Can they be matched with anything?
No. Nothing can match that simple look, that ordinary sound and the normal touch of your own.
To be in love is more than heavenly. Not to be in love in your lifetime is a crime.
That is exactly the same reason for the immense pain caused by the seperation of the lovers. When the flesh is torn, it is painful but curable. But a tear in the emotinal bond is incurable and a perennial pain.
Many turn philosophers at this stage and preach against love. Treatises come out of their mouth about betrayal, pain, foolishness of love and other such "truths". Their motto however is very much dipped in the social concern. They really want to save others from such pain.
But I tell you: "Love. Get yourselves drunk with love. Life is a one time chance. Let your life taste the sweetness of love. Do not deprive your life of the heavenly joy on earth."
Final Note:
Do not worry about seperation.
I do not want to lie. The seperation is painful and the pain would be too sharp.
But time is a great healer.Give time enough time.
I celebrate LOVE. I condemn the one who condemns LOVE.
Now, love is a term or a word that has become too normal. Being too normal has an attachment of peculiar danger to it. That is: Too much of normalcy destroys or distorts the real meaning. And, "love" is no exception.
To me, love is the most distorted word in the English language. The blame goes to the word itself and to the English language. Love is a single word. But it is shouldered with heavy load of meanings. I do not want to delve into it. (If you are too eager I advise you to browse through The Oxford English Dictionary).
In this column, by Love I mean the spontaneous relationship that arises between the opposite sexes, highly motivated by inexplainable emotions. Once the relationship is established it is a hellish pleasure. The merry-go-round of emotions begin.
The simple feeling of someone waiting for you makes you feel different. The world of dictionaries and words cannot help you to explain that he/she is specially for you.
A simple look even from a far distance,
one syllable pronounced by your best half,
one normal pat on your shoulder by your beloved
Can they be matched with anything?
No. Nothing can match that simple look, that ordinary sound and the normal touch of your own.
To be in love is more than heavenly. Not to be in love in your lifetime is a crime.
That is exactly the same reason for the immense pain caused by the seperation of the lovers. When the flesh is torn, it is painful but curable. But a tear in the emotinal bond is incurable and a perennial pain.
Many turn philosophers at this stage and preach against love. Treatises come out of their mouth about betrayal, pain, foolishness of love and other such "truths". Their motto however is very much dipped in the social concern. They really want to save others from such pain.
But I tell you: "Love. Get yourselves drunk with love. Life is a one time chance. Let your life taste the sweetness of love. Do not deprive your life of the heavenly joy on earth."
Final Note:
Do not worry about seperation.
I do not want to lie. The seperation is painful and the pain would be too sharp.
But time is a great healer.Give time enough time.
February 3, 2009
Disturbing Lines
"I am not permenant myself
Why then do I worry
About your farewell(departure)"
This is a rough translation of a Tamil poem written by a modern poet Manushya Puththiran.
These lines are remaining in my mind for a very long time.
Those words disturbed me a lot.
I want you all to be disturbed.
Why then do I worry
About your farewell(departure)"
This is a rough translation of a Tamil poem written by a modern poet Manushya Puththiran.
These lines are remaining in my mind for a very long time.
Those words disturbed me a lot.
I want you all to be disturbed.
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