Across 1000

It isn’t a great achievement but it causes something special to feel about crossing 1000 posts in my blog. Began in mid 2005, only now I could reach this point which immeasurable before the content and happiness you showed or I shared with you all. I don’t want to repeat the same statement as it’s impossible without you all which obvious the reason said overtime here and all; I thank you simply strong for putting your effort on reading and precious time to comment your message of encouragement and thoughts which boost and teaches me a lot.
I don’t know how to continue this post and mind goes off what and whatever I could say about you all won’t be enough because without a support nothing stands alone and you are all the pillars of my blog helping to build this 1000 blog post globe. This is my 1001 post and what I wish this moment is to pursuit more or less at least to develop this blog into one of the best content of my life. Those close to me could understand what blog means to me and what I write here aren’t lie to die or wealth one can’t buy or sell to only share which is worth than anything. Thank you all. Keep u r encouragement up for me hehe...

Something extreme

What disturb me more than I was were the rising vehicles, pollution and population of people in India. We all know it doesn’t take place in India alone and everywhere it cause an effect, but unlike ever it causing much trouble because of its never ending progress of increasing concern. I wonder where we are going uncontrollable on the road which no one knows where it would leads so and the environment we are creating today and for tomorrow is to stay cool inside the home or vehicle to switch on the air conditioned wind to inhale than going out breathing fresh air.

In cities, bikes has turned less than owning a car’s intention being raised took away every space to play as parking and owning two to three vehicles per home increased incredibly traffic on road and more than driving into the city it’s becoming easy driving far away from the crowd. The pollution has become slow poison to city dwellers and breathing fresh air has become a rare occurrence in cities except less space for parks and beaches where people gather a lot to exercise their breathe, but where to go when everyone need there space to breath.

The weather is becoming hot everyday and climate has been changing day by day but the cause to reduce these has becoming a mirage every time leaders gather to debate on conferences to end without a confidence to defeat. The income of the people has been increasing phenomenally when even recession and inflation has taken place the people hadn’t took much care outside their homes where the actual cause began or needed to be tackled down.

The replacement and building constructions has been taking place everywhere and often into the city, the debris and dust has been sent into the living space and spread into the homes and dishes that we eat into infections and disease. I had the worst day out into the city, moving in the traffic and the black smoking silencers and the noise has threaten me with caught and headache, even we were partially enclosed in vehicle I wonder what trouble the bike riders and pedestrians could suffer from. It’s incredibly worse what the way we are living by just reducing our life time to these strong odors, chemicals and in name of sufficient and carrying our family we disturbing the civilian society which includes one of us.

We could seek justice for everything and things happens in need and taking steps further increasing our status and none could deny it, but when things goes out of control or concern we are responsible for our future and upcoming generation. Everyone’s wish and concur comes closer or in line sometime to experience what others appreciate in life and there’s nothing wrong in it and we need to work with concern and sense.

Just wrote what I feel and thought about something that exists and come across in mind.

Things that hit me

In parents competition
children’s are runners...
towards praise and money.
The passion and carrier
comfort and style
wanna forget them later one night.

Some people spray their body
as if gonna hit cockroach...
thinking of self sustain
and confident, loses there sense.
Than intend to attract pleasantly
lose there fair to irritation.

The immature parents
dismantle their child’s deliberation...
before they are right before
rules the child unruly
who refuse to play the child’s role
and grows unsteadily fast.

p.s. Lately life dismantles from its robust and things happen on its own turn down the force to keep away from here. If neither it was cold nor the constantly troublesome computer, switch off me nearly from here and some more distractions and awkward mind refuse to sit down to share something with cold, which sustain for long unlike ever to troubleshoot.

The pulse of my computer began to drop day by day and before it hang completely, we restored the OS and thinking down everything is fine, the Ethernet connection lost it supply due to lose of motherboard software somewhere, we struggled to install it finally. While thinking to write something about, a short circuit at mid-night
melt down the PSU (power supply unit) of the CPU and if not noticed it then the whole system might be busted says the service bro, after changing it the other day. Hope there won’t be any troublesome for some time and to write more with no interference and unsound mind and body.

Golden leaf

A leaf depart from a tree
alike a vessel
it floated on the wind
before landing on my terrace

The wind blow it to the corner
recklessly, against the wall
the desperate leaf
sought my attention voluntarily

At a foot tough distance
laying like a reckless zero
the leaf reveals in yellowish
holding a scar on its surface.

The soft fragile leaf
caress while grabble in fingers
and wholly gratify
holding a whole leaf

I wish for this peepal leaf
shaped in heart-in
and cause piping
to fold in as a pipe to blow.

The light delicate leaf
inspires me to bring home
and thus I kept somewhere
to forget to remember today,
the leaf turned frailly more

It was a rough experience
touching the leaf
and due to rigid and vein
the leaf expose to golden hue.

உறவுகள் / Relations

கொண்டாட்டம் என்றால் கூடவரும் உறவுகள்
கஷ்டம் என்றால் கையை கட்டி நிற்கும்

ஊர்கோலம் என்றால் ஓடிவரும் உறவுகள்
உதவி என்றால் ஓரமாக நின்று வேடிக்கை பார்க்கும்

தனக்கென்றால் தலை நீட்டும் உறவுகள்
ஒரு சிறு வேலை என்றால் வேறாளை பார் என்னும்.

இன்றைய உறவுகள் அறிமுக நிலையில்
அறிவு வளர்ச்சியில் அறிந்து கொள்ளாமல் போனதால்.

தொலைந்து போன உறவுகள் நம் நினைவலையில்
நாம் உறவாடிக்கொண்டிருக்கிறோம் இன்று இணைவலையில்.

வாழும் பொது வராத, பார்க்காத, பழகாத உறவுகள்
இறந்த பின் வாடுவதும் உறவாடுவதும் ஏனோ?

வாழும் பொது காட்டாத அன்பும் ஆதரவும்
இறந்த பின் வரும் பண்பு மட்டும் ஏனோ?

வாழும் பொது வாழ்த்தாத இதயம்
இறந்த பின் வரும் கண்ணிர் மட்டும் ஏனோ?

Celebration means, come along relations
difficulty means, hands bind to stand

Merry go around means, run along relations
aid means, stand at the edge and look in amuse

For self means, head extending relations
a small work means, says to see some others

Today’s relations are in introducing stage
as we went unknowing in knowledge development

The lost relations are in our memory web
we’re practicing relationship today in internet web

Relations that don’t come saw and practice while living
what does in fading and practicing relationship after death?

Love and support that doesn’t show while living
what does the character that comes after death?

Heart that doesn’t wish while living
what does the tears that come after death?

Fragrance of love, life & flower

Life is a lovely flower
where love is a fragrance

Life is a blooming flower
where heart opens for love

Life is a peaceful flower
where insects test patience

Life is a thorns bed
where we bear like a flower

Life is a petal
where our family is a flower

Love is an essence of life
which we share with others

Love has an inherent like a flower
which attracts each other

Love has the nectar
which makes life sweeter

Love is a bond creeper
where we breathe like a flower

Love makes life beautiful
like a flower to a plant

p.s.I'm back from vacation on sunday and the flower in the picture above is Champaca – popularly known as Shenbagam in tamil. The flower that belongs to a large evergreen tree Michelia Champaca - native to South Asia and Southeast Asia, is best known for its strongly fragrant yellow or white flowers. and the flower was captured in valparai

fate and desire

(pic:I wonder where these goats go on fate to rest on human dish or migrate.)

These days life seems so dry and tiresome, unwilling to do anything and wanted to sleep, but no slumber. I’m feeling setback, whether I hide or seek somehow its true and mind says something goes wrong and I can’t be normal, as there was something striking me that I have done a mistake, but I don’t know what it was. Perhaps I had been traveled for a week long and what I had gone through those days could be reflecting on my body and mind that seeks interest to be normal. More than saying I’m trying hard, I struggle everyday to maintain my activities that goes out of touch. One or the few activities obviously indicate me lose of hope and one important thing is walking. I can’t walk miles, but I could put few steps on my own in help of calipers. I could say it’s the only hope that left for sometime now that I’m on my foot. It really bothers me these days, if not physically, it affects my intension.

The sun shines throughout the day immense, which could I blame for the suffering? I wake up lately not less than 9am, and to my wonder I couldn’t sleep more than 6am in cold weather and feel so active, thus I am trying hard to wake early and interestingly that day would be more fine than normal. Hopeless, it comes always whenever I’m imbalance and secondly I couldn’t console myself with fate or do I greet him, because I could be blamed for desire. But it’s a part of my life. I’m also a normal being with mind, to console to live with what I have, thinking myself better than others who face severe disorders and multiple challenges. I think I have a way to go and immense in mind, but I never know or not what yet to happen. I have an outline of my life, when something goes wrong unexpectedly it suffers for long and I always feel, for a day’s drama we should never loss our real life last for long. But I feel of crossing the line in weariness and desire, whether I would happen to fell in the ditch of drama. Mind and body often acts different and what mind says couldn’t followed by the body, and what surprise is unexpected downfall. I escape from the believers who can’t understand the disorder, but nothing can stop me from strive which distress me often. I do care little about my body which is not in my control, but mentally I was occupied by thoughts about my physical.

In short, I was caught up between fate and desire, and obviously fate would win and sometime desire least prevent and advance fate.

Darkness

In darkness, world shines for tomorrow

In darkness, we save lights for future

In darkness, glow warm insects

In darkness, shades are indifference

In darkness, illusions are fear

In darkness, our shadows invisible

In darkness, I remind scare about terrace

In darkness, we seek someone’s aid

In darkness, lies the truth

In darkness, everyone is blind

In darkness, hides law and order

In darkness, born our lives

In darkness, tear and smile are same

In darkness, skin tones are same

In darkness, lighthouse direct ships

In darkness, neighbors get-together in past

In darkness, candle lights are precious

In darkness, we afraid of thunder flash to stole vision

In darkness, world dormant

In darkness, something exists and exits.

I wrote this in inspire of Earth Hour post across blog world.

Omakuchi Narasimhan is no more

None could replace that tear brush hair
and stick like substance
what specially belong to omakuchi alone,
from right beginning to end
his identity stayed similarity.

I could remember few deeds about him (in movies)
the man who soaked in white to replace a statue
to help someone to prove as sculptor – SS. Chandran
and like a dead body lay around street
to make annoy his co-artist – Suruli rajan.

To shiver with happiness
in getting illegal license to drive - in Indian
and ticking vadivelu in hip
to make him shout abuse - in Muthalvan,
and go to vivek to buy a fortune stone
to get him throw a rock on his head to defeat all.

An innocent, thinking himself smart
to own someone’s home
to been crushed by two muscular men
and the renewed comedy with gaudamni – in Suryan
partaking a flower stamping festival
and ear close to telephone conversation.

Those could not understand what have I written here is about a veteran Tamil comedian Omakuchi Narasimhan whom passed away yesterday. With some of the comedy clips I could remember right now got me write something on him. I could get much if I think deeper about him in Tamil movies. His lean body and his style of handling the tress is somewhat makes us laugh simply. Today he was no more in this world, but his aspect will never get lost out of sight and memories.

Below is a renewed comedy clip from Omakuchi and Goundamani! sadly i can't get some good pictures of him from internet!

Yellow to me

Sometimes the evening sunshine
and smiling intestine,
the frequent holder at photos frame
the charming chamomiles;
sometimes the dawning moon
that caught in my cam,
the amazing sunflowers
with pride and produce to face the sun.

The mid days beach sand
the lovers to go hand in hand
and butts to go on bearing heat;
the leaves before go on rustle
and hay that feed bulls;
the sparkling gold jewels
the thing overtake lives true precious.

My favorite drink frooti
I blow and burst with fun,
the light ignored at traffic signals
no wonder, while there are quite skippers;
turmeric, a kind of nature treat
for a better visage and spot free,
drinking cumin water is what
get me better with cold days.
Yellow yellow dirty fellow...
one of the funniest ad I remember.

This was something I followed the path of my late post, Red to me.

காரணம் இன்றி/ No means

உயிர் என்பது எல்லோருக்கும் ஒன்று தான்
போனால் வராத பொக்கிஷம் தான் என்று
எல்லாம் அறிந்தும் அழிக்கபடுவதில் என்ன நியாயம்.
யாரோ ஒருவர் பிறப்பித்த ஆணைக்கு
பலர் தங்கள் மனசாட்சியை தொலைப்பதில் என்ன லாபம்? - இலங்கையில் போர்

உயிர் என்று வந்ததும் ஒளியும் நீங்கள்
உங்கள் சொந்த மண்ணில் பதுங்கு குழியில்
உயிரை கையில் ஏந்தி பிழைக்கும் மக்களை
உயிரோடு கொன்று குவிப்பதை எண்ணி வருந்தியதுண்டா?
உங்களில் ஒருவர் என்று வந்ததும் துடிக்கும் நீங்கள்
தமிழர் எனப்படும் மனிதர்கள் படுகொலையை
எதிர்த்ததுண்டா? - இலங்கை அணி.

"Translate"

Life for everyone is same
ones it gone, that never return precious, when
everything is aware then what’s plea to destruction?
For someone whom passes order
many losing there conscience is what’s worth? - war in Sri Lanka

Hiding yourselves when it comes to life,
in your own earth’s couch pits
people bearing there lives in hand to sustain;
do you ever deplore those lives to kill to converge?
When it comes to one in yours, throbbing you’re
have you ever opposed the brutal murdering of tamilans allies humans? - Sri Lanka team.

Something I thought at glance when seeing the Sri lankan cricket team arriving there nation after the terrorist strike Lahore stadium. I wasn’t intending about anything, it’s a thought that exist without any intension.

Don’t let go forever

My heart grieve, when
told your love is forever
but uncertain will I remain here,
and I want to report back, it’s
a bloom without essence
if your absence existence

You’re someone bold enough
have I ever seen to express lust
and truth in beloved trusties.
The courage, I awake in your shadow
brightens my views far away
and relieving unfold visage

It’s a break, I hope
the pieces of puzzle
could united later;
let the profound vibrations
send out positive waves
to have u back as soon possible

From the initial days
you’ve been my very special mate
taking away the anguish
to sustain peace and truth,
certain or uncertain u believe
I love you utterly.

There I disturbed truly
lately indeed in disbelief
the faith that anything could end,
not the journey of Aussie’s angel Keshi!
The ‘some say love’ dissolves me
not the tear came moment when I read.

Hope and wish, Keshi you’re back in blogging soon after your break, for no reason I let you go dear. hugss

Near gateway

I feel lonely and happy similarly
listening to calm singing,
to twitters and rustle leaves
to post meridian at peace;
I closed my eyes
and to wind blow my sense
and swung mind to unwind
and gentle sunshine at my gateway .

My feeling was just passing
by listening to myself
what pleasures my heart;
I wonder at the colorful dreams
that awake me on Sundays
to seek passion;
the eyes closed and a sense of
something sweet into my mind
to jingle; its all the odd Sundays
that often remind me
the prettiness and beaches,
the glimpse of unknown faces
and the inspiration behind my interests.

United wings

The boundless migration
to there sort expansion
as brief residents,
adding the preoccupied lure
on people’s arrival, to chill
on the bank of lake

Something innumerable
in black white red in masses,
to live and let live in manner,
in hope to deliver chicks
and feed enough, unharmed
with united wings

The painted storks
in pretty stain rear;
alike pieces of cloths unfold,
stretched it wings to dry nor
shelter chicks from heat;
and yet the core attraction bears

The Large Egrets
the common cranes forever
pure in color, with
steady fast disappearing in time
still test patience the buffaloes
idle on the ground

The Snake Bird or Darter
swam inner water; often raise
alone the long neck and beak
in style of asking question
how does this mean to stay
deep water fishing for long time.

The Black headed White Ibis
with plowshare beaks
grunts when often feeding chicks;
Spot Bills and Little Cormorants
moves by splashing riddles;
and the Grey Pelican
swims like a swan, fair,
flowing from the great Himalayas.

Something past

Memories more than a decade’s exist
like fresh greenswards and bloomed flowers
available at the botanical garden.

The mood was to feel my presence
and I enjoyed the gifted weather,
looking wherever green and people
caring there handy cam those gleaming
when light and dark clouds exchange often
the pleasure inside the garden

Looking allover it remained the moments
rolling back on greensward slopes
besides wandered ever I was, thinking
like something never happened again
which was like a portrait today
when the light only bring those shadow

Lake as chill as it was eventide period
the stressful life inside sweater; waiting
as we swing for steamboats to arrive;
and the toy train in bank of man-made lake
as we move on it, joy comes through wind
and the only remaining train journey till.

Casual changes in life but unturned memories,
the invisible future never sign me – are none
inevitable is not going to be fine.
Those days are must enjoyed to its size
but in an unexpected world am.
I go somewhere today, but still I feel
missing the bliss and wisdom tells
there is more and some have no more.

It’s the opportunity and in a hopeless luck
everything is to enjoy, even the cold after sunlight;
my hands suffer for strength
and the only interest bring me up
if not whatever it was void, the interest,
power gives life this opportunity.

# Current song from Tamil film Nepali, my most favorite Kanavilae Kanavilae… a lovely song.

Insignificant rust

Have heard children drop out of schools, for very first time saw the babies dropping from top of temple\mosque. Bizarre is word perfectly befit for some Indian people to show varieties and introduce new superstition which could wonder and astonish in shock. The children buried under soil and brought out alive; hopping just leaving kids lying before; beating girl children in sweeper to avoid bad evil and we seek more the list goes on, but what I saw in television tidings the clipping was wretchedly cruel. There were two three people standing atop of a temple and dropping children one by one who are no more a-year-old. Where a crowd of people below hold a white dhoti, in that children are to fall and jump like a frog from water so the parent catch them. What if happen they miss the catch, even the catch is not easy in cricket. Breath skips as watching the worst thing is discovered.

The incident taken place in Rajasthan is certainly equal to the matter I read in net; where the same ritual is preceded in Karnataka’s Bijapur district. The dropping of children is between one or five years from at a height of 15-20 feet, where in the above incident it’s only the babies to drop from 50 feet height! Whatever the reason people make there babies to drop from the top which would bless with good health or clearing bad evil. There is none can other than the own parents of the children would be best care taker of their dear ones? And how come these people knowing the present of there babies and the pain of giving birth, and still gives the sightless hope more important and put their own children at risk. To me for anything to think, its there lack of knowledge.

Every one is conscientious but the insignificant practice of decades and the pressure of ignorance make to fall under false belief. As the world and knowledge begins to grow well we really need for the changes which we must use the awareness tool to repair or clear the older and rust irony thoughts; and as we grow and the increase of significant through knowledge, it helps to stand and think individual not along one in shouting at crowd.

Nothing, past and present

Seeking something when there is no path
Building something when I have no plans
Thinking something when mostly it provokes
Wishing something when I know it’s impractical
Frighten sometimes when others fearless of
Craves sometimes when there is lack of love
Divine sometimes when mind lack to accept
Depress sometimes when many thought exists
Perplex sometimes when I have no idea to proceed
Love sometimes when anything distinguish by money
Affection sometimes when selfish or ego rules
Peace sometimes when anything lack to solitude mind
Sunshine sometimes when anyone switching on lights
Wind sometimes when anyone switching on fans
Nature something when I lack to explore
Hearing something when anything is rumor then
Watching something when lack of interest around
Learning something when mood is out of location
Concern something when not fully understandable
Speaking something when no one actually listening
Reading something when anything bind with disturbance
Scribbling something when I have nothing to write. here!