Weekend trip to Pondicherry -2

27-28 March, 2009. (check part 1 here)

Near silver beach cuddalore

After spending the night in cuddalore, the next day our families wanted to visit a temple and so went. It was a temple lies in outskirt of cuddalore, is a quite residential area almost pertains to agraharam. I and cousins stayed within SUV to leave others to visit the temple, and the streets were obviously clean and homes were seemed belongs to traditional and every home have the symbol of sacred – Namam. From there we left to Silver beach in cuddalore, and it was empty though leaving the sea to shine in blue to open sunny day, beside the quite nature made harbor in were fishing boats float is one surprise. After checking the chunnambar boat club, which is on our way from cuddalure before 8km from Pondicherry, is one wonderful place to take boat rides beside coconut groves and lagoons which would give a feel like moving around Alappuzha in Kerala. But we couldn’t get the change to explore the beauty again, because of inadequate boats that could not carry me with wheel chair. It was an unforgettable place and ride which I took some years back, was one more expected think in this travel.

Pondicherry beach

Manakula Vinayagar Temple elephant Lakshmi

It was noon when we were at Pondicherry beach and would be the only people to wander around a hot sunny day. The beach seems empty though without waves to crush the dropped rocks on shore. More than viewing, it was my late turn memories gathered around the shore, the droplet of waves that sprinkle on my face and the night cold breeze to blow and a lost soul to remind, in peace like the silent waves. It was time aurobindo ashram was closed to reopen only by 4pm, and we have no time to wait and want to return home that evening, so we skipped and our families visited the Manakula Vinayagar Temple. After having lunch at one good restaurant and pay fine to police for entering a no entry avenue, we head to Mudaliar kuppam boat house.

We had a wonderful journey across the backwater canal in Mudaliar kuppam, which exists one of my wish to have boat ride for sometime and there was a desire that still untouched to have a ride is on sea. This time I am able to move into boat with my wheels and I thank the people who develop this boat convenient to elders and disables. They take us about 2km into the backwater canal, where we saw birds swim around and fly at near distance in vibration of boats, and some guys were catching prawns by crawling and swimming aside we move. The times any boats come across us the movement seems exciting and I feel like everything moves around me and not that I proceed. We spent sometime on the boat house seeing those vary boats and some activities taken by guys on water scooter. It was a boat house about 75km from Chennai is a pleasant place for a day trip on ECR. While returning, the evening seems wonderful with reflections of sun and fun trail with cousins.

ps. I regret if I couldn’t be here often and comment at your blogs for sometime. Change is inevitable sometime but somehow I am enjoying the moment spent with my cousins, whom expecting me the same. They have arrived home yesterday on the summer vacation and I will try to be active here and there as much possible. take care.

Let we live and see mom

After so long, more than two and a half years, just sharing through blogs and cell phone, there was an intense how long could I make her wait for me to visit? Each time we call either, there was a silent understanding between us more than words. Living near within a city, the opportunity came only lately and I happen to think it’s not the time and distance but the desire that brought closer. If I haven’t moved, the distance would be stayed far away, but now I loved the movement which gave more happiness to me and her. On the line there are some more willing to have me around and I hope the movement is not far away. Sometimes I want to hate for being ignore myself, to not think about the awareness I gonna create by moving around as much possible and surprise my dears at behalf.

Sunday seems to be an exciting day except from my usual being and what special about the last one was meeting my dear mother Kalavathi. Not many know her here by name, because she exists behind her son Karthik’s blog. She is a mother who lives in her son’s memories and no where we could find solace to her soul, which makes her suffer every minute and even beyond that I could see her courage to live and to give others. The noon was gloomy and roads that less crowed of vehicles made easier the move; and as we get in her home, she was little busy at preparing lunch and as soon she saw us, she was so happy to greet us all with warmth and smile, which made me so please like ever. It was the first time I am meeting someone from blog at there home, whom was both a friend and mother. More than I know her and karthik through blog, our communication through cell phone make aware each other well and understood.

After a small converse we head to have lunch and could not believe how many a women can prepare all alone, bearing stress and strain. Wherever we go, we can’t have these kinds of food, served with more love and affection, to make one feel doesn’t want to leave and stop eating. hehe… I don’t know how she knows I like biryani and it was so delicious with chicken gravy and quail fry. Every minute she conveys me to feel like being at my home and not to be restrained. I really wonder at her attitude and the interesting person lies in her; and how fun loving women then, when everything turns down today in lose of her own world - son. I haven’t talked much and she kept asking me to talk something, but I don’t know what to talk before listened a lot, and throughout her life, at every instant she remembers her son, which makes her humble in voice and her eyes was something couldn’t hide the sorrow. I am sorry mom.

She told her younger son was early waited to meet me, but some work made him unavailable at present and it was so nice to know he helped her in many ways special because I am coming. And I am thanking him so much, to meet sometime soon. Kalavathi amma was a retired school teacher from government school, and she no more worries about working in a school with high rank to work as a lecturer in top universities, but she pulled down herself to spend with her lovely son. The moment seems ever ending, but the time forced us to move and I hope alike me this opportunity makes both of us to come closer to share our knowledge, memories and sense. I hope one day we work together on our wish and interest. I am so glad to meet you here, and I assure am here to listen to you always and like to continue with u in this journey of suffer and happiness in life.

Ayan

On a bit converse with my therapist today, he asks me about Ayan which I watched lately. I told it’s a movie one can watch! But he then asked ‘what is ayan’? I blink a minute to say it could be the English word Iron (thinking in mind is it possible an English title for a Tamil movie, after they came to a term not to use English title, but to hand it below as subtitle). He just teased me without knowing the meaning of the title, what have u been watching? And I couldn’t replay what connects the title and picture! If u guys know let me know?

Before ahead to movie view, I browsed the net to know the meaning of Ayan; where wiki answered me ‘Ayan means gift from god’ and ‘center part of the soul’ in several African languages. And some more into detail, ‘Ayan is a village on the shore of a well-protected bay of the Sea of Okhotsk; and the term ayan was used in the Ottoman Empire to refer to a variety of elites, particularly landed notables in either cities or the countryside. Particularly in the European provinces, the ayan were able to gain power in the late eighteenth century because they supplied crucial military support to the sultan in the several wars against Russia.’ But the film related site tells ayan means unbeatable, unmatched…

Now view
I haven’t likely expected to watch ayan, but opportunity came to watch this usual kind of hero based subject, but unusual plot of action and interesting twist of smuggling. The movie starts with a familiar series of making pirate VCDs and the hide and seek played behind the issue currently. I could tell the director took the subject which we come across at everyday newspaper, but unknowing what is happening behind the matter of smuggling. Surya was so energetic throughout the movie and he done wonderful job at action scenes. The Chitti babu character played by ‘kadvul pathi mirigam pathi’ Jagan, is so peppy with his funny and humors way of delivering dialogues and even at series moments he can’t make emotion; and surya with his aspects and body language continues indifferent from Vaaranam Aayiram and he couldn’t cry properly anymore.

There are people make films at charming foreign cities and countries, but never seen gone to trouble some African countries and roll around the strange slum dwellers. One thing I want to praise about the movie was the visual. Director K.V. Anand has maintained an awesome at the car chasing in Malaysia – something remind me Hollywood terminator, the sequence of chasing and the breath taking valley, and the stunning red-golden desert of Namibia. The movie has light sentiment scenes and what evident is everything seems virtual and boring. Something not reasonable is flying just in second to Africa and Malaysia, the cool customs enquire and officer, the songs that unfit to the situation and love scens that are heck except thamana’s pretty feature.

Surya was famed lately with increasde fans which were live at moment watching the movie, from the whistle sound as soon film begins and at opening song. He was so delightful in movements to the enchanting beats, but the lyrics of song pala pala... are no more understanable. The song Nenje Nenje... is picturized so beautiful at the Namibia desert, as the lyrics and music are soothing. The song honey honey... and yet continued scenes are just burden and annoy to the length of the movie. The director took some intelligent method to smuggle the diamonds and drug; and the logical flash back moments which exist after every attempt and recovery is wonderful. It is a movie that very well exhibits for a commercial purpose and we can’t expect a unique act, but I feel this movie is better compare to other mass pictures.

Weekend trip to Pondicherry -1

Days: 27-28 March, 2009.

Our uncle (dad’s friend) decide to go to Pondicheery with my dad, as he mostly don’t get out alone and dad got the idea to have a family trip with him on a holiday that came along weekend last month. But he can’t come that day for some reason; and we likely continued the trip with grandparents, aunt and cousins. It was something inappropriate time we began our journey during a sunny day on the breezy ECR. It wasn’t the kind of travel I probably expect and experience in late, just moving within enclosed vehicle where the air condition was on to disturb the cause of my traveling, when lies the outer space with cool breeze. But I was shut to raise my voice as if the control was to content someone. For me traveling means sense the atmosphere and not alone just viewing through glass panel. For me traveling is one favorable thing in the world, where my world almost exists at home, except the virtual reality here. Traveling gets me a feel of boundless, for a person who believes world exists outside home and life begins outside windows.

Auroville

Google maps helped me to know the easier way to find places I interest and there wasn’t much difference all along this travel, compare to my last one less than 9-years before. Our first destination was Auroville near Pondicherry, a 9km from ECR at right turn from Kuilapalayam village, one either easy way to reach without entering Pondicherry, while coming from Chennai on ECR. So many shops and building turn the way in add to brief space to tar roads replacing mud, except the road lead to auroville. I wish to arrive by evening, but eventually it happed to be afternoon, after over to lunch inside cashew grove. I make sure advice everyone not to make the place unclean, as usual I do care the environment is constant and in my view auroville is one simplest heaven on earth surrounded by nature.

Somehow I wonder at the two wheelers, the aurovilleans use to transport. Those are few out of fashion and sale, like TVS 50, champ, Yamaha explorer, Max100… and they cross like sudden flash and for our ladies to look after women rides bike! Vehicles are parked about a km before the heart of auroville- Matrimandir, peace globe. The organization let people to cover this distance by walking or by battery autos to help who can’t walk more, but I deny the offer, as I have my power wheels and the auto seems inconvenient. Is there anything more than exploring ourselves and to spare time besides walking with dear ones? They exhibit things and pictures of how the city develops and significance of the peace globe, and one shouldn’t or couldn’t miss is the slide show before u put further steps. There are much restrictions and distinguish from then visiting this place, were we allowed to get inside Matrimandir by maintain silent to see the crystal-glass sphere, glow with sun rays that directed to fall on the sphere and after sunset, solar energy to give light to the crystal glass globe. It’s a curve ramp that’s takes one to the top.

Matrimandir is parted with12 petals, divided by 12 gardens and 12 meditation rooms inside and beneath the golden globe, which signifies to each colors dedicated to our part of life to concentrate on silence and soul. The visitors are allowed up to a stretch to see the Peace globe that glow to sunshine at late afternoon. The garden was well maintained with greensward, and those want to visit the inner chamber of the globe needs permission in advance to enjoy the silence. I felt the distance let to covers is to make realize how significant the place was, but many couldn’t understand the necessary to keep silence.

Cuddalore

At time we visited, there were lots of school children visiting the place on a day trip. Its pity to see few little ones caring barrels of lunch and water cans from there buses to where they settle to have lunch, and no more elders to help them. I think so it’s a happening thing to government school students always. There was a very old banyan tree stretched up to 50 meters and sitting under the tree was such welfare to blown wind. The distance between globe and entrance was around bushes, and it gets me a feel of wandering at my grandpa village. We would have spent some more time if my dad’s friend in cuddalore doesn’t call to make us arrive soon, as he would leave to Chidambaram. Actually we loved to spend the evening at Pondicherry beach, but we dropped and head to cuddalore, where dad lodged a room. It was spacious for our whole family; and was well convenient with television, ac and comfortable cots, restaurant within complex and helping friends of dad in Cuddalore. Continue...

Up coming fishermen

The boy(in the picture) was spending sometime with her sis at seashore on Sunday, standing tall at all, on this lump of fishing nets, while the elder sun fading away its light to leave last rays on this boy. He must be someone from the nearest fishing hamlet. He was saying something to her sis, to drive her away and he jumped and followed her behind. With no intent, I kept him at the place of a future fisherman. Later I think why I thought him like to be a fisherman than being a literate at a position of engineer, scientist or doctorate. I felt nothing wrong to think like that that fishing isn’t harsh, and where it’s a practice of immense past. Likely taking fishing on basis of traditional, the education what choose is one no need to disturb there future carried on fishing, even they are literate.

It was a long time though in me, why should one should take there career only based to there literate and what they chose to learn; and if it continues who will bear the traditional occupations like agriculture including fishing following from earlier. As if education is a basement of life to construct on it to whatever seems strong. Then why shouldn’t we use our knowledge learned thought education and hard work to improve and maintain the traditional course that brought our lives today and gonna be tomorrow. Education is a largest tool to sharpen our thoughts and knowledge, as if we know, why every tool should lead to mechanism and not to carve the art of tradition? While this was going on me, I think about students who could not understand and develop an interest on the lessons properly and left at margin as sluggish sometime, the education and certificate obstacle to showcase there talent fully.

Comparison is something always with teachers and parents, showing the other children to be shine and to the one to seem to be dull. There is a mockery develop at sustain to keep them disturb and there was a feel people could not see the other side of there ability except educate though text books. I am someone low average at exams and failed at some attempts, and when I think now, I could sense nothing have understood then except the practical lessons and what have I read aloud however not stance into mind. Thanks to Aamir Khan’s TZP, it somehow helps the world to understand and eye open that all children are not same and every child is special with ability to understand lessons on different method. Back to fishermen, it’s not worse a thing call fishing or hunting some lives, to survive and to serve people like me whose favorite dishes are fish. These days fishing seems reduced to certain limit and least amount of boats and people are involve in fishing, there was a reduction in fishes and rise in price. And don’t know how many next generation people are going to make career the fishing than just leave it as a pass time. Education is must as well there is nothing wrong in keep tackling the tradition. May I right or wrong, but I expressed what’s on my mind.