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!

Nallamudi Poonjolai – Valparai

day4: Dec 27, 2008

Before reaching the Nallamudi valley view, we head to the Sidhi VinayakarTemple at Sholaiyar Estate. Been some specific day and my cousin bro’s birthday, parents want to visit the temple and it was also one of the tourist attraction in valparai. The idol in the temple was carved in a single marble stone at 7 feet, which brought here through helicopter and the temple was built by Birla – a largest group in India. Near the temple I found a board words ‘world’s first ISO 9002, Sholayar and Kallyar tea plantations and factories’. The temple has some tens of steps to climb, and amidst private tea estates and nearby factories, since it was morning time, people where busy at hunting tea leaves and guys loading tea packages into Lorries.

Along the way and around Nallamudi Poonjolai are forever tea estates. There were cluster of hills just like the overturn of bottom vessels, and a relative whom guide us told in uncertain those are ones existed by volcanic condition. The valley is invisible until reach the place and I have no idea about a valley there, and noted this name when searching places that attracts. The vehicles are stopped a km before the valley, as one have to walk through the tea gardens pathway and we were allowed further to reach by my wheels. It was an experience ride with a 3ft unequal path, and some ones threatening of anytime cheetah attack from the intense tea gardens, my power wheels proved it is a wonder. Even at near valley point, the leftover elephant dung makes us wonder how came elephants here, taking the risk at electric fencing and the deepest valley.

It was an interesting view point to sight the Anaimudi - South India’s highest peak, counting 8842ft. The valley covers almost dense forest, with little encroachment of tea gardens at far left and tribal settlement villages below the valley. The anaimudi was not clearly visible, except the shape like elephants back at far distance. The valley holds couple of waterfalls, and I could remember one of the names as Idlyaaru (idly river). This valley separates the states Tamil Nadu and Kerala, and the other side of the hills or anaimudi is Munnar. A piece of information was give by a priest like person living there, bringing a sign board ‘Seen God’ and a small temple atop – the thing what he says was he saw the god at this valley. Everyone calls him samy (god) and our driver went ahead to get bless by touching his foot, but he stretched his hand across valley showing that nature is god. Somehow he impressed us with his wisdom and mind kind saying ‘salute the nature, its all. He was a govt. staff before he got to visible something he believes god and he began to stay there. But the tea estate owners what to remove him from there, but he manages to live around threaten of animals.

Some questioning, what’s being wonder about Poonjolai and disbelief at the height of peak. I felt why people come here, just not for exploring the nature and beauty; something that could not replace cities, than questioning what gains by visiting valleys flipped my ear. It was a sunny day and back to vehicle it was such hot response from seats, but the heat was something warm to the cold atmosphere. I asked for Number Parai(rock) what is more exotic I heard, but we missed the opportunity that the path lead to that valley was improper that time.

Nallamudi means good hair and poonjolai is wild garden.
Anai mudi, the Tamil words mean to elephant hair/brow.

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.

Fellowship

I waited for someone toned sweet
to the unknown aspect,
but the moment came that evening
to know the person it belongs, such familiar

Indeed, the conversation went alike
with someone at home and
not like a long time friend, unknown
ever either acquaint

After brief moment at home
we headed to seashore, the quietness
uncertainly gave the opportunity
to advance our friendly association

The sky twinkles with stars
and streetlights to glitter,
the conversation went amuse
on knowing our interest and blog link

The time flew slowly immerse
wanna catch up sometime at large
get us back home, to adieu
with a dinner and couple of pictures

The meeting resonant
and warms by her callback home
to announce her safe passage
and course of action it adequate.

Maya turn a year

It’s since a year Maya came home, arrived as a 20 days kid. A pup that could fit within our palms and sounds such short and sweet to fade slowly reaching ears. With pretty eyes and nose, she attracts everyone’s attention by her soft cotton candy mass and to sound that greets. The way she tickles in her tender gums to bite and to lick to disclose her care, affection and confirm her security by sniffing our existence was new then. She gradually began to understand to whom she belongs to and finding out familiar persons and very cautious about outsiders and those strange being. It was something she got not to attach with anyone so easily, even she had met those uncountable times. Today, even she have grown to an adult stage, she was indifferent in her behaviors and activities such as sleeping only under the closet, even though she struggle to enter the space; drinking almost milk and rarely curd rice if there was an egg; and to not spit anything she nab in her mouth – one of the toughest problem with her. Though absence of training, she catches up with her mind to live and tied to wayward.

Even it was so pleasure having her and love those innocent behaviors, she was at same time disturbing our peace and to move nowhere easily like back, as she hasn’t practiced to live alone or on someone’s care, and need my mom or bro so to be calm. At everyone’s surprise she was very kind towards me, and not allows those unfamiliar to her to get near me or touch, and it goes to my mom and bro too. Seeing me approaching her and understanding my comfort, she used to climb on the couch to allow me to caress and embrace her. Days have run fast against my opposition to having her with us, thinking about our future and circumstance to avoid stress and annoyance could create by her. A year was completed now; she was traveling along with us wherever we go and staying all nights together. Even today, my profound says we have taken a wrong decision allowing her inside our life, which almost struggles to survive in anxious and physical stress. If we are happy and comfort enough, we could allow anyone to share our lives to make it more pleasure, but we’re already in stubborn and who would love to add more burdens.

Actually she was a scared pup for anything variant. She barks like non-stop nonsense until her scare was cleared, and she dislikes being left alone to go and do our work at next room. Like a child she needs our attention often when unchained, to stop her from tearing something, and in frighten nothing important was left to her to easily grab around, but sometime being alone with me and mom she sits quietly near our foot. She likes fondly calling her by ‘maya kutty’ - young maya, and it was some words to melt down her and anyone calls her that name she goes behind them by moving her tail. We really no need an alarm to wake us early, because she does that work perfectly by whining every early morning by calling mom to take her to bathroom. This was something she does to get our appreciation and somehow she has begun to follow this rule now.

One thing strange about maya is ‘she doesn’t like kids’! Any kids come across our home she barks continuously and it was uncertain curious whether she wants to play with kids or rush them, but we are very cautious about leaving her to kids. Lately she faced the problem of more ‘losing hair’. So after weeks of arguments and disappointment, finally she got her hair cut last week. It must have done months before to avoid the annoyance, but none could get properly advice from doctors, that could had stopped early the hair lose. By cutting those twist hairs; the newly growing ones would stand strong without pieces of hairs. These days it was so funny looking at her appearance in skin and bone, like a shaved sheep without woolen. From calling her maya kutty, we started to call her Aattu Kutty (young goat), and it gives a feel of touching a young goat. With ears lifting tall and in thin body, she got much names like young deer, fox, rabbit… and more than before, in her new aspect she gets much attention.

Anyhow Maya is balanced between sweet and harsh, hate and like; fought and fond! So she remains with us in this journey of life, with distress and happiness.

Check here the poem i wrote last year about Maya