Procession to immersion

Casual and usual visit to beach on Sunday turn to be a distinct experience, witnessing the Ganesh procession and the idols immersion into sea. Let know there was this process going to happen allover Chennai on Sunday, even though I forget and only to remember at arrival our nearer beach in Kotivakkam is one such place selected for immerse idols. From ECR towards the seashore of university road is bang with people singing and dancing to the band, cheering up there procession in bull cart, tempos and small elephants (the 4 wheel auto, we call it) gearing slowly. Mostly young people and children come across partaking in the process, tying the saffron color curtain on there forehead and caring flags on vehicles shouting in praising ganesha and creating a sense of public festival surround the place.

It was like 5.30pm being there, to see those are the final processions heading towards shore as time and light droop. It’s seen overcrowd evening never before as this beach won’t get more peoples attention, the main reason I visit this beach often. Tempos, Lorries are parked besides roads, cranes to carry away the idols to water, the loudspeaker announcing the places of idols to be immersing and full protection by police standing nearby everywhere. Gladly got space to park witnessing the ongoing part of immersion, sadly the many clay idols are throws outside the vehicle along roadside instead of immersing and large ones are carried inside the sea in catamarans. I wonder what does these immerse take place the idols are not made of clay and build with woods and cardboards, painted with whatever color mix with chemical. The idols are forced to dissolve, but they refuse to stay and receive by shore pushed by waves making the shore unclean.

People are sprinkle with pink color powers on their faces, and its Sunday with more children sighted playing with mud, run and catch, football… near to me there was is kid, so cute in shaved head and in small hands playing in mud alone with there family, she smiling beautifully. First time I was to see something like this, after longtime when we used to get our idol to beach; mostly there would be festival time in Besant Nagar church when we get to beach. The sand was unclean, and the remaining things are thrown away by people came to immerse idol. The cranes stand long in length which can’t make it further to drop idols into water and huge crowd around mainly to witness the lift and drop. Thanks mom for getting near to shore as my request having me pictures, the 1st pic was take at procession.

விடி காலை / Dawn morning

மேகம் மூடி சூரியன் மறைந்தது
சாரல் வீசி காலை விடிந்தது
குருவிகள் சத்தமிட்டு சிறகுவிரித்தது
இடி ஒன்று விழுந்ததினால் கலைந்துசென்றது

நேரம் கடந்து காலை விழித்தது
கனவு கலைந்து இயல்பு வந்தது
தேனீர்பருக சோம்பல் பறந்தது
சோகம் சோர்வு தனிமை இரவு தந்தது
அதை விலக்கி பார்க்க சந்தோஷம் இருந்தது

அழகு கலை இயற்கை படைத்தது
அதை சோதித்து சிலஇதயம் சேதப்படுத்துது
காற்று மாசுபட்டு சுவாசக்கோளாறாகுது
இயற்கையே உன்னை மீட்டெடுப்பது எப்போது?

இனிதே தெடங்கட்டும் வாரவிடுமுறை காலம்...

Translation in english follows:

Cloud covers sun hides
drizzle blows morning dawned
sparrows sonant to stretch wing
in fallen of a thunder scatter goes

Time passed morning waked
dream scatter nature comes
to drink tea idleness flied
sadness sorrow loneliness night gave
to depart see happiness live

Beauty art nature’s creativity
in trial some heart destroy it
air polluted breathe disordered
nature, when to regain you?

Let sweetly began weekend period...

Good way to immerse

My last year's trial on idol

The Ganesh Chaturthi was celebrated allover pleasantly; some immerse the idols of ganesh on the day worshiped and some later days. But what the good way to terminate the festive is to send the thing where it belongs. Last year I done as experiment to see the clay idol dissolved into tub of water, within 2-3 days it became fluid and crème layer to use in flower pots. This time we have no Chaturthi to see the same progress, some really wonder and laugh at my thought within family and relatives then to see appreciate is a good way. Just dipping the idol in river and sea, why this long process may think, but what significant is to save environment and fishes. A few drop of salt wont taste difference in a tumbler of pure water, when the drop increase it turns salty, so as one and more idols unclean the sea, lake or any shores of water.

It was another day sitting before television, in more patients to watch films and programs in countless advertisements. I come across this cute animation film Balganesh in Star Vijay, the creativity of the ganesh character was lovably, esp. what he does getting the elephant trunk and he sounds sweet in vocal. I told before, because of grandma missing we have no celebration at home, but there were special dishes prepared by mom for us to spend the day watching TV and having them. So if anyone like the idea go with your idol and see the change we can bring.

City space

Change is usual, for a city like Chennai its more, but for me entering within city after shot long time sights new and different. I was quit forget about the restrictions made on advertisement boards on road sides, and it was something surprise to see the difference on the Adyar Bridge where the hording are removed and green plants and open space visible after years back, thus miss the entertainment looking at hoardings. The worst travel within city is the traffic; wonder it’s been weekend saved from standing on the road, but its rough travel. Visited marina on sat evening before the marg –Chennai marathon day, it was everywhere the sign boards of marathon hanging, the pollution was more because of construction process along marina yet beautifying.

It was our pup maya attracts people attention, and in stagger hair everyone comes across look her for seconds, few take pictures in mobile and children nearby comes to play with her ball and she was interested more than playing to grab the ball. Parked oppose a small stall witnessing people enjoying having baji or food item there and it wasn’t nice seeing them throw away the papers everywhere thus making beach unclean. Don’t know where the restriction or ban sleeping on the shore without warring those make city unclean, this is something need to change in people and I see it harder for some still maintaining the habit of throwing anywhere. What it really need is in the development of string, the loose thing must be tightened to sound better good. The loose I mention is the practice of people

It’s the worst time for powers in state to cut down electric for hours. The last two week we face an hour shortcut in electric daily and from Monday onward the time was increased to one and half hour, at least it was better to think in Chennai, whereas the suburbs get 3 hours a day and in districts 5 hours a day shortage of current and somewhere it was limitless of cut. It seems getting aggression between people who lose their business and earnings; today there is nothing to move without electricity and it been a fundamental comfort of people. If not now, when are we going to replace ourselves using electricity? There are more industries coming up in state and to think there is no equal power produced by govt. The big industries are gaining more and least business men are suffering more. The wastage of electricity is visible, but politicians and rulers are not seeing that, everyday because of them, their celebration or inauguration the gleam is flood with electric. The nature has given its best; people closing their doors not giving them entry, the windows are powerful to see the world at its best alike through what u read this now!

Bright stars

It’s been a week updated here, because of nothing reason but couldn’t anything interest to write. The weekend was something nice, watched the beautiful movie Taare Zameen Par, a Hindi film after some long time. I felt it as worth watching and don’t know how to appreciate the young talent Ishaan (darsheel) so much I was apprehended with his position and emotions he carry with innocent integrity. A mean boy of our next door replaces Ishaan and his every prankish brings smile within and remembers the old frolicsome memories, but this character witness more than the usual destruction. He really dream the future very beautifully, proves every child in special attitude. The beginning scene was something new, catching the fish leaving in his glass pot, revenge in hitting neighbor’s flower pot and even in tears rolling the kite string getting home like nothing befall.

Sure it’s going to be ether forever with the twinkling starts alike sketches in a child colors. Much praise to aamir for carving a wonderful center for entire people to see life different. Half the movie displays the reality of life, so familiar to recall some thing similar to the story I witness, but what’s happen to be indifferent. Thinking how come all teachers like aamir, find out the method of teaching, with children interest difference, care to see children in disorder but its hard getting every child attention, when there is something called best thus must be their parents who stops finding comparison and notice what is special in children. More than the boarding school, the atmosphere is special to children for creative thoughts. The important thing it shows or teaches is before expecting gives something to see its reflection. The stiffness can only brake or crack, flexibility is easier to bend without pain, witch one to take is in hands of teachers and parents to shape a child and a structure carved in a single stone is stronger than with pieces fixed.

The music was wonderful, moves the background scoring. The wanted in eyes and loneness in mind could be sensed myself. It was Ishaan (darsheel) who took away the whole subject in the twinkling eyes, foremost tooth and tear drops melts for being mischief and everything is fair in his tale. It’s the Star on Earth, Ishaan :)

இனிய புள்ளினம்/ Sweet bird species

இருளான உடலோடும் அழகாக மொழி பேசும்
காகங்களின் குறைதீர்க்கும் புள்ளினமே
தினம்தோறும் உன் குரல் சேரும் செவியோரம்
தரும் சுகமே.

கவிதைகள் கனக்கில்லை உன் புகழ் பரவிட
உன்னை பாடிடாத மொழி ஏதும் உண்டா நினைத்திட?
பெருகிவரும் குடியிருப்பாலும், மரங்கள் வேரருப்பாலும்
தொலைந்து போகுமோ உன் குடில்?

காகத்தின் கருப்புபோர்வையில் ஔநி்திருக்கும் நிலவு குயில்
தன் குரலால் தனித்து நிற்க்கும் சிறப்பாக.
விழிகளிலும், இறைஉண்பதிலும் வேறுபடும் பறவை
குழல் ஒலியைவிட இனிமையானது இதன் குறல்.


Translation in english follows:

In darkness figure and lovely speaking language
corvine grievance solving bird species
daily in your voice mergers ear verge
gives welfare.

Countless verses spread your praise
is there any language lack singing u to think?
In increase of residence and uprooting trees
will lose your hut?

In crows dark blanket, the hidden moon koel
will stand separately with its vocal specialty
through eyes and in having food, distinguished bird
its vocal is more sweaters than flute sound.

"The bird in the picture is not crow, its The Asian Koel clicked near my home."

Face of Adyar

It’s time to remember chennaities, the season to celebrate the discovery of a city belong to 369 year-old. Calls it Madras Day or Week, at least to keep remain on this time calling in the origin name still exist worldwide, even though we rename it as Chennai. So many programs are carried on celebrating the event for the last 4years, ‘The Madras Week’ helps displaying the history and heritage specialty about our city in raising awareness among people, there are much facts going through online and newspapers with a separate column with old pictures. And I thought to do something different, and then came this idea of writing my own inhabitant location Adyar. This is one important area in Chennai to remain, if not for any historical, I think it has something special to mention and to its name to have a share in the city’s development.

Adyar is an elegant area in Chennai, which begins its development in early 70s and the recent development witness the ever raise of apartment complexes and high rental rates, what makes feel burden the people after IT’s caught up. And getting a home in this area is dream for many and opulent could only make it possible. Adyar is the gateway to the southern suburbs and IT corridor which bears the top most IT parks and ECR, the travelers enthusiastic. Adyar is the remaining locality of greenery in Chennai borders with Adyar River and Buckingham Canal. The world headquarters of Theosophical Society located here on the bank of Adyar Estuary and forest, which shelters for many species of birds and trees is a gifted environment for nature lovers and what it provides a tranquil is unique to a noisy and spread pollute city. And people come here particularly to sight the very-old Banyan tree, and later people spell it as adyar big tree. The two main roads that essential part of people is the Lattice Bridge Road (LB Road) and Sardar Patel Road, which holds the country top institutions like IIT-Madras, Anna University of technology, Adyar Cancer Institute and the world largest leather research institute. And these two roads are worth in recent period for heavy Passage of vehicles; remain connecting with its neighborhood areas and its central place or meeting point of roads known as Adyar signal, which had a face-lift by the construction of two way flyover.

The larger area of the Adyar signal put names for some forefront and long lasting in this location. To refer few are the Ganesh temple to its north, existing for more that 50 years or so remembered by people and being renowned general among locals. Being a son of one regular visitor to this temple, the memories spread every nook of this temple, served to be one place to visit at every particular time with family. The Anantha Padmanabhaswami temple in 2nd main road of Gandhi Nagar is one often checked by people, and it remains serene for a pleasant stable, and being a child, visiting this temple is kept unknown spirit. These days I wonder where lost the calmness, looking at the stretching queues outside the temple. To mark next is the Adyar Park in northeast, well-known by locals as Aavin Park, which have an aavin ice-cream parlor, and once been a pasture garden and children play area still remains with lack of renovation, but in the development of roads its existence wonders.

Thus located in corner of the signal, it may name Hotel Coronet, but decades back it was originally called as Hotel Besant, famous for its vegetarian cuisine but still serves as a non-veg in compete with other stylish cuisine restaurants and is one oldest landmark in Adyar. In 1950s there was this Karkathamman Hindu Military Hotel run by Mr.P.Venu is the only non-veg hotel in this location and famous for its spice turkey biriyani prepared at every Sunday. Adyar have the quality when it comes to taste, whatever u buy from sweets to snacks ‘Adyar Ananda Bhavan’ is the leading store in the city completes with savory. It developed into 31 branches throughout Tamil Nadu and neighborhood states including New Delhi taking the name along with serving sweet. There is another flavor place and more special about it is home made sweets and snacks prepared in gee, ‘The Grand Sweets’ in Gandhi Nagar Adyar is only place let you. Adyar is also famous for its candy and cakes, brought from Adyar bakery places at birthday celebrations at homes, and parties, again the quality and hygienic brings people from far ever places or near by its branches to get the best.

The Pizza Corner in LB Road is a place easily attracted by young people to taste something new. The construction itself seems different as if some flight crashed into the building. There were two movie theaters in Adyar; one was very famous called by Eras which was turned into a marriage hall later and into Mitsubishi showroom a decade back and the other one is Ganapathiram Theatre still exist. The Periyapalayathu Amman Temple in LB Road is most popular goddess temple in Adyar, and its major celebration is Aadi festival which comes in month of July-August. The mosque oppose to the temple is very older which is frequently followed by Muslims and regular prayers are conducted every day, in silence one could hear the breath of people calling alla hu akbar. The nearby bus depot is one big stand for city busses to park and service with latest machineries, to stop along receives busses for all places in Chennai and outer.

To add one more is the old Adyar Bridge constructed in British period which was in transportation and in working condition till the arrival of a new one. Today it carries the burden of advertisement banners and involved in corrosive by salt wind and small plants. The new ThiruViKa Bridge build in 1973 help people for enough travel and in recent times its worth witnessing the trail of heavy traffic flow throughout morning and evening in its half-km stretch. And there is another bridge near the mouth of Adyar River which is more that a km length helped people to come across the river in two wheelers then, thus it was broken into half because of the hurricane; it gives way to shooting films these days and sometimes its damn insecure being there. In education, residents of adyar holds some best schools like St.Johns, Bharath, Bala Vidya Mandir… and am really happy to do from one of these schools and I could proudly tell am an old student of Bharath Senior Secondary School. Somehow I feel you may get some idea about my area (enga area ulla vanga :) Last but not least. There are so many changes happening from time to time and something come flowing in mind about my location, let me update something frequently and whatever it may; more or less I love my place Chennai!

Little faces

The sweet chami is my uncle venkat’s daughter and the smart Sachin is uncle senthil’s son. Chami is someone being very quite from other kids, and she smiles unique. Sachin is pretty support for any snap and he will smile cute, but he refuses when giving pose.

Last weekend I was again to my native home, according to my promise made to cousin as per there visit to my home the week before I was. It was something being together couples of years back getting to this apartment life, what never felt is so close. I remember people telling ‘being nearer, rarity unknown, just making the thought true the relation between me and cousins. Being away in distance shows how much we miss each others sharing, loving and helpfulness, but every wish is not possible isn’t it. If I can live on myself, I can go with there wishes, but sometimes more than desires it’s the comfort and easiness decides our life. Again they raise the topic of returning back to native, thus it’s impossible, though I somehow manage to give them vow to get rented any near home that comforts me.

The time passes easily with nothing to beat boredom, the life moves along people passing like clouds, new pretty wagons on road the views from balcony completes my time. The forgotten games where played, taking different pictures from object to lives, lived the moment to give and take pleasure, but there is little sense that people expect from me, without understanding my experiment. But I never take it series and thought to see them apart, thus I want to remove the tine line between our relations dividing the insight mind alike the line between sea and sky. It was the life came across many misunderstanding and still continues more kindly is because of the love we young people share each other. Its long time wish bringing our nuclear families into mutual family, but I must indicate the thin line lacks become real this. I wish the understanding beings us together and hope it brought together.

Further is chaos?

The one, who chained the opponents into faction, is what unchained now. The ball is thrown out of the game, but there is something like who wins the game is chaos. The faction will lead the game without fracturing?

Future will answer...

President of Pakistan resigns!

Depict on freedom act

i am the one sitting in chair behind all

Casually one day I come across this decade old news paper which I saved sometimes back, that have my picture taken from my school’s Independence Day program. It was the only cultural program so far I have participated that could be particularly on India’s 50th Independence Day celebration at my school. Normally being shy to appear before crowd, I always lack raising hand when a circular comes in registering name for those like to participate in annual and Independence Day celebration. One time teacher added my name and knowing am not interested, but getting permission from mom made me take part in Villu paatu. I feared how come talking and singing before many for first time and thought to be withdrawing, but our teacher and principal encourage me to partake as it would be nice making all students involvement. So i was asked to come in traditional wearing of dhoti and white shirt, and girls in silk skirt and shirt. Our team was lead by friend kavitha; me and mate senthi with some junior class students’ as chorus, our story rolled with question and answers about freedom leaders and their struggle as a song.

Reached sometime by 6 in morning, unusual being so earlier get prepared myself with dialogues and wearing dad’s dhoti, tension climbs as time nearing. Adding, mom left home leaving me at campus and sent aunt to look-over the program and bringing me home. It was something like wording ‘thanthanathom endru solliyea villinil paada, amma villinil paada…’ at every end of the piece of information on freedom. They have given the chorus a two piece of metal known as ‘chingchak’ and giving away the bow tied with bells beaten with a stick to kavitha. Truly what we have singed then is out of remember now, only the scenes remain. I was carried in a chair to the ground by my friends and teachers courage to do better. Eyes searched for family face, none found in what in between me missing some lines that unnoticed in the long run story. In conclude it was proud to get applauds what gives a feel out of cage and what carried on in walk is pride.

It happens to be one special moment in my life. As said by some the patriot and national pride least when one is out of their school. But for me is more been out of school, the meaning of being a nation proud and what I am doing is nothing for my nation. Having freedoms to think, to look in my wishes but not really working in desires and in mass uselessly pass by. What is freedom? Who could work on his interest, to live on what is given, fearless to be true, is what the freedom I realize for myself. Is the pain and struggle only the fighters sense, but audience, they watch and feel happy when there fighter wins, express sorrow and disappoint when they lose. The fighters I like to mention her are my parent, if not them where is my freedom, first parents then the patriot.

The independence is history, taught by our teachers and leaders; today we think of it on these days alone. What today done is tomorrow’s history; even a blast could be counted for decades celebrating as a day. We are fighting with terror and anti-society today, restrictions for manyand the one is celebrating our own independence which is called. What’s the reason I think about freedom, it’s misused by some affecting many. An earthquake triggers vibrate, alike somewhereexplosion cause hesitate being freedom, is what getting strengthen terrorism. Unity among people will break the strength and rumors, and what I feel being us apart is comparison which brings a brake or gap leaking our collected drops of water. Being unity is safe and strength. Happy Independence :)

Belated B’day post

It was another day in my life, my b’day on the last day of last month. Nothing special to write, but as per thinking recent past it went simply just like that, to be wished my beloved ones. I feel more than wealth, is the warmth what comes from heart as words and caresses pleasures more. The morn waked down through dad’s embrace and kiss continued by mom, and with uncle, aunt and cousins wish completed my 23years. My sis brought me this present to let me guess, with no idea her mind thinking sweet, giving me this little angel doll. Uncle’s kid with box of celebration chocolate completes the day with his smile. Something I really feel worth, for not what they give me, to be sharing the moment there.

Those days it’s been a habit of sharing chocolates with neighbors and friends, after life changes it have been stopped, but this time mom gave sweets to the children of our neighbors. Someone will remain my existence on this day. Thanks so much dear friends for remembering my B’day and wished me through e-mails and scrapping orkut, the days am away from here.

Gold from Bird’s Nest

Its Glories moment of morning for India to won its first ever individual gold medal at Olympics, by World Champion Abhinav Bindra winning at 10m air rifle shooting event. Now India shines with gold in the globe, creating history by its own country. It’s a very great horror as citizen of India to Congrats him and let it be a beginning for India to won more medals.

It’s the bird’s nest I have ever watched the entire opening ceremony of the Olympics. There is no less in the expectation the progress given by Chinese for us the excitement. As the count down beings with their traditional drum beats the whole attention went on how the sparkle going to spring for the eyes of world. The Chinese showcased their rich art and talent in there colorful programs that in amusing way. It’s their real show that could not imagine those are not graphic animations. Whatever the technology grows, something creative by mind and performed by people always remain special, I see this in that way. I was put in adore at each performance and wonder at the magic like on television, without magicians, mean more than their face, hides behind stand in unity for there pride to make perfect.

The dancer above the sheet carried by seemed like a pretty young chick inside the nest trying to swing it wings, and the light coated dancers and the moving animation like performed in figures was excellent. It was unexpected when our Indian team will enter nest, and it’s atypical to entire order from any other to arrangement of Chinese scripting. Winning or losing is not the matter, but being the second much populated country in world, it’s miserable to see only few Indian sports men/women partake in the event and parade, comparing to small countries with many sportsmen. We aren’t possess at any, the point is why can’t we pull more soldiers into this healthy war where world unites to show their physical talent and strength to capture medals and pride.

It was something surprise at ending of the opening ceremony is to praise the torch. The secret behind the highlight of the show, after the complete round eyes opened wide to spot of lighting torch. The ingenuity led by them raises here at top of the bird’s nest. Happy Olympics, let sent peace everywhere and positive spirit across.

Life turns normal

Everything seems indifferent, the people, life, things, surrounding, relations, neighbors… but still minds different. Mind wakes in feeling special everyday being together, life with more pleasure, but what thought is ‘sky is blue and those are passing clouds may not cool always’. What makes me shine higher and secure put in slide when life returns normal.

Back from uncle’s place and my native home, getting over all the rituals of great grandmother. Never before it was being very closer with my cousins and our family the days staying with them, off from system and television there is more to chatter and recall memories, and the experience brings more patient and comforts to mind made me lack courage leaving those away. We talked for day and nights, played till bored what gets me out of sorrow. Everyday sights a difference scene from my balcony, the lazy afternoons breezes across moves with chatting and reading books, looking for cousins arriving from schools, and the neighbors visit are some near moments missed for few years. Some difficult moments are when people shook about grandma’s sudden depart come in expressing there memories and her state of presence in mind, even the silence moments relates grandmother’s lose and really it not console her lose. There are few sleepless nights, tears buried inside with some smiles that granny was rested peacefully without more pain and suffer.

She was wished to meet many people when she was alive, but even letting known her desire people refuse allowing there timing to visit her and I suppose to think here what life is then if one can’t turns when they are alive and whatever one do is useless when they passed. To tell simple excuses just like that people, but to be honestly the expression was in anger and hurts more that people not care later they grown and turn back who gives important. I wonder how much people well know by granny, its simple great learning her excess aid in past when people recall it. At same time i feel disturb when there are people too to forgive and forget her care and affection she truly got never turns knowing her last message, and more being away from her last moment when she was lifeless.

I just keep in mind always I never forget the path I came across and people I meet in my life. What the next moment is unknown, the much known are before and near, but moving further like a stranger knowing never before hurts more. I feel it’s useless when talking about the past and not sharing with them the moment they are alive and never express what they are doing is greater and showing affection when they can sense.

Being together with all I wasn’t felt lost of my grandmother; only to return home the loneliness and craving derives. Till last moment I want to extend my stay with cousins as much I become closer with them and at same time I need to comfort my parent handling myself. It is the rite of them tied these days, and thank to what I disbelief helps to understand what is in their mind and I never see my cousin bro request me like that to stay with them together. I was in absent of words to express my stage and I don’t know how to begin which is something I stumble in my life ever. Entering home I was like empty hands, nothing connects to mind and refuse to concentrate at anything with feel of loneliness around. Hope I visit all your blogs soon… and thank you so much for those consoling comments dears.

Great grandmother missed

Hum… I lost my great grandmother last Saturday. She was 87-year-old and its unexpected that she left us and still unbelievable she is no more. She is a very special and elder person in our family and more like a moral support and guides through our mistakes. For everyone in our family she was united with our lives, the very special and care taking mother. She is my dad’s mother, my mom’s grandmother as she related with both my parent she was very special and secure for us. To tell she spend more times with me in home and share my loneliness most when others on there work. 87 years of life thinking today is uneasy, and she was the one would be in physical active till her last 10 minutes of life. It was that 10 minutes gap takes away all, the sudden shock wave to all.

Granny’s health was suffered for the last few months, being a diabetic patient herself had a very week heart that we never know it going to stop that day. Mom called dad from hospital that grandma is struggling to breathe, so they taken to ICU, but before dad arrive, grandma lost her breath. The last rituals went on Sunday, as per rite dad have to stay for some 16 days in our native home in adyar, where my uncle lives and granny was rested there before blazing. So we have to stay with him for some days, and it was grandma’s wish that we all should live together in same home when she was alive, but unfortunately it haven’t happen for last 2years. Though it was uncomforted for me, if not lifelong, dad decides that at least for these 16 days we have to stay with my uncle family and it will be console for each other.

Every moment we come across, her memories and sorrow, comes along the feeling of missing grandmother. It was more suffer comes thinking those moments, the only memories lives with us. Same time pleasure sharing with cousins and staying in the place life passed for 20 year to me, sitting on my favorite balcony thinking of grandma, the old memories of being residing there, and the surrounding differences and people comes closer. Want to share more, but time is little, I just came home to check mail and to post a blog on my absence here. Take care all, will be back soon. hugss.

My Life - Saroja

Yea it’s my life, is this is my life
Yes this is my life; I want a reason to be strong
Just tune to music….

This is a song promoting the upcoming release of Saroja, the one I was looking after the impress created by the Chennai-28. From all commercial typical, direct Venkat Prabhu comes with what exist from his mind that flows like uttering stream. It’s a first attempt in Tamil a song completely using the English verses and scores in western number. The song feels familiar, but it sounds different in voice of Tanvi whose expressions are enough to be aptitude. Cool video, enjoy.

Down hill, Mudumalai and Mysore

It was the plan of visiting some interior places in Nilgiris, but unfortunately the cold drives us 2 days before the actual plan and we drove towards Mysore by 6pm, what I was looking for early climbing down before the darkness surrounds as the road take us to Mysore is through Mudumalai wildlife sanctuary, so I can view wild animals, but almost it was already night then. I could tell it was ever I see the nature like that to view the clouds around like a cotton bedspread beside the valley from climbing down hill (last pic). Half our way hill was smooth road comforts for pleasure driving and on way glanced a black monkey (karung kurangu) crossing and climbing the tree such quick. Some distance away got the frog hill view, where we could find a hill similarly to a frog sitting (pic1). I never know it will take much time reaching Mudumalai, last time we were on the highly risk route through masinakudi reaching Mudumalai in short time, though I like traveling it was newly experience crossing a wildlife sanctuary at night.

I was keen to how come visible animals in dark, after a sip of coffee in a Gudalur we headed towards Mysore. In search of animals and few kilometers then sighted a group of 6 elephants with there calf’s very near to road in touchable distance, but our frighten members in vehicle want to move fast, so clipping missed. Then comes another dusky bulky elephant, no nice the night patrol interrupted getting slow, but somehow I manage to get a picture of a middle-size elephant on my side. It was our uncle in Mysore kept calling every half hour enquiring were we are, and it was his house we get to stay, and he was waited on a road junction to directly take us to home. He is staying in suburb area of Mysore near to Chamundy hill and to check the time it was near 11pm eating our dinner there. It was strange feel after long time, to stay at unfamiliar place and his children are never faced us then and don’t know whether there are some relation like us. Next dawn it all changes lighter and they began moving closer with us, thus reveals them to put off a day from schooling joining with us visiting places, along like a guide telling routs and to communicate in Kanada.

The kids before Nandi, middle 2 where those we met there

The three kids where lovely and so sweet in behaving, esp. the mid-one deepika was such adorable and soon she began fondling with our pet maya. The elder girl was very quite watching what’s happening and bears a beautiful smile always; the last boy was very smart, rarely talks, but tenacious until he gets something. Mysore is not new for me, I have been visiting here 11 years back and the same procedure continues this time too, following visiting ooty and Mysore. After breakfast, climbed the Chamundi hills and it was the elder kid shows us the right path after little confuse for herself. She talks fluently in Kanada and it was her help for me getting near to temple, speaking to the security persons to allow me. It’s indifferent everything to me, the ghat road, views from summit and the Nandhi except the parking facility. Next we headed to Mysore Palace; here I stayed in vehicle of inconvenience and my grandpa stayed with me for company as this place and palace is much familiar to him, thus he was a tourist diver then visiting Mysore often I get the opportunity to share his experience and information about the Palace! What I was looked forward soon the plan was to Mysore is... would continue in another post. Thanks you.

The Expansionist Meme

Was tagged by Vishesh. Something different.

Please thoughtfully consider the following, and choose one item for each of the categories below. (Be sure to describe your reasons for choosing)

* One religious work from a non-familiar tradition you’ll read:
I read whatever interest me and wanted to be. And there is no space for religious

*One music video-that you like-from your “least likely to listen to’ genre:
countless the list…. But the one in recent is Uyirile En Uyirile… from Vellitherai, I like to listen the melody but not the video.

* A book from a genre you almost never read, that you have read, or you will read (promise!):
I come across many books earlier and my introduction to books are very little. The one am looking forward to catch is the Progressive version in Art of Living.

* Somewhere you’d never thought to go on holiday/vacation, and why it might be fun to go there?
Brazil. For the amazing Amazon, Rio de Janeiro and carnival festival.

* A specific food you’ve never tried, but will because of this meme, honest!:
So much, except from familiar South Indian dishes. Have seen the paani puri stalls somewhere around, but never thought to taste, but should do one day.

* A sport or game you really hate, or haven’t tried yet, but are willing to give one more go:
I hate much hanging on the single most game Cricket. In my childhood I tried more games with friends, but still very touched is the Gilli danda. In our street back, we sight more elders to us play this game and have listen to mom saying her experience playing this game with her siblings.

* A style of dance you probably won’t try (we won’t make you promise on this one):
If I became a dancer I will answer.

* A career job you don’t feel you’re suited for, and why:
IT professional, I don’t like just fall into this ditch and I won’t because am not educated to it.. If am not abnormal, I would choose the agriculture is best.

* An item that’s “thinking out of the box’ for this meme that hadn’t been included:
A bright shining star, what world see it in wonder.

a question: what will you do if we send you to the place you wanted and tell you to play?
I play until I get bored or tired.

* If there’s one thing in life you wanted to do, and will do because of this meme, what will it be?
Farming! It’s becoming the sinner part of our lives and it reflects dim faces on us and what is behind price rise.

People interested can do the tag on there own pleasure. Thank you.

Tribes of Kotagiri

I wonder how uniform these houses are (above pic),’ just thought to be the residence of those work in nearby tea estates of Kodanad in Kotagiri, but in search I found those residence huts are known as Kokkal colony with a score of 78 household with population of 300+. This is a colony constructed by the govt. to the Kota tribes which has a uniform style of houses built with bricks, cement and red clay tiles roofs, and each holding a set of rooms. It has a steep path in separating the residences and adjutant to it is the mud road climbing up and a temple top. Just further from there gives a whole of green tea gardens view, taking away our breath and bearing the cold wind on face. This post may go through the Kota tribe life, history, culture and some more…

Kotagiri have a salubrious climate throughout year, comforts to say it’s the second most wonderful climate in world. It’s the name that refers from the dwelling peoples of this region, the Kota tribes hence those are similarly and closely related to the famous Toda of Nilgiris. Kota is the name derives from the word ‘Ko’ means the cow and it believed that their ancestor where living in cows and thus the place they survive called Kokkal, the resting place of cows. The connecting of Kota-giri comes in mean of ‘mountain of Kotas’. Though they are pre-historic living in slopes of Nilgiris, some study find they are migrating from several other places like northeastern countries and somewhere near Sudan. The journey of the Kota tribes began in the early years of eighteenth century and after more than a century back they came encountered with Europeans.

The Kotas are developed in traditions of artisans who are experts in art of pottery making and terracotta baking. And they have this very different culture of painting blue color on the faces of teens. This is what they believe in ghost, thus the child must die to become a man and the blue color is refers to death of their childhood. The costumes and dresses of these tribal add beauty and glamour with their dread color of blue paints on there face. This is a common belief in almost tribe communities and like offering wild beasts. In the modern day society and getting their children the education these sacrifices turns in offering money and gift, instead of wild animals. And they are the tribes whom reluctant and reclusively to meet or mix with any other outsiders. Thus they are currently counting thousand and getting least fast.

The Kota is the community develops their own system and every village has a leader acquired on the basis of their relations. He bears a role of arbiter with his political duties and responsibility; he is also the supervisor of religious rites and rituals. Their house is one I pictured in my travel, is an unusual view in huts. The bark house! These houses are similar to Todas dwell, is elliptical in shape, little beneath earth with either sides of wall enclosed. To get into deep, the hut has a tiny entrance (like a mouse hole to me) with 3 feet wide and tall. The entrance is mean to be small to be protected from wild animals and the front wall is shaded in strange black design and bamboo sticks to bend the roof. To know these are the houses still exist rarely in Nilgiris and among the most are shifted to huts and concrete roof houses.

Kodanad, en-route Kotagiri

Pleasant views

Thus it does happened to be the last day in Nilgiris, where the majority increases in our families against unbearable cold, that was the amount of clouds and rain lasted before night and make all grasping while on shopping, but am wished one more day to stay. And no arguments, I can’t go against none and agreed getting down by eventide. Before, we had much time and moved ahead to Kodanad which is 15 km from Kotagiri, that some 40+km from Ooty. I have heard about this place and the pleasant weather almost throughout the years and very calm comparing Ooty. As my cousin studied in St. Jutes Public School, Kotagiri, for a year then, so I get to know every time he describes the place and his wish that I come there before he leaves, but unfortunately he left the school when I was visiting there. By 10am we left the hostel and reach Kotagiri through some sharp curves and turns, along more green and tea estates, with clouds flew sending shades on slopes and the dark Blue Mountains...

My cousin’s school & Blue Mountains

The 15km drive from Kotagiri reaching Kodanad is full of green tea estates, somewhere people picking leaves and villages with factories besides beneath sending smokes mixes with mist and the rust lands yet to cultivate. And what more, the rain yet to come circumstance and dark clouds covering peaks are just amazing and pleasant ever. The road finally end at the Kodanad view point, where the road keeps on stretching, I am searing and still kept going around the green estates…. And thus I seek, hence I can’t visible the Kodanad estate big-house belongs to the former CM of our State and the time she was staying there when we were.

Rangasamy Peak & Milky falls

Little far that sights the Rangasamy Peak, from the view point, that seems like a holy hill for the people on this region and it’s like the peak refers to a divine. It conforms through wiki, ‘this is a shrine visited by thousands off pilgrims from kongu region and other places yearly.’ Just right below glanced a quite beautiful falls, flows like milk poured and far away through blurred mist, visible a squirm path that thinks to the Bavani River what my cousin told. More than the peak and valley, it’s the green tea gardens surrounding the places simply fresh the views and clean air and weather situation feels awesome… want to be there again sometimes later, just sitting on the monkey’s seat, ‘the defense stones on ghat roads, where monkeys sit often’, and enjoy my stay quite alone just like that.

Kodanad valley & Tea plant cultivation

It was nearly 4pm we get back to hostel in ooty, ate our lunch and get packed things climbing down the other side. The majority of those wish is to visit Mysore and it was delayed by 6pm in evening climbing down in dusk. The southwest monsoon is in rush, seeing the dark clouds to saying ‘if u stay here I will hit u back’. It’s another fun and thrill to write on traveling on this stretch towards Mysore, clearly its night going on the forest ride. I just want to extend the writing on this elevation, so it may continue in other post. Thank you.

Green tea garden

My view on Dasavatharam

Actually I was thinking it must be some usual film with hero impersonate in different getups. But no, I am almost wrong in guessing the film and felt surprise at each and not even to think it’s a universal actor behind those easily sighted odd figures. I sense here, where in any place can’t feel the other person is same. Only to think, I wonder at this great fantasist film in his sight changing. Have seen more films under this category, where each character would have some similarity and to be easily identified, but Kamal Haasan has done a great job in Dasavatharam taking away most important character as him and aside proving there needs an actor not the face.

Taking inches of a blue tube spreading virus, Kamal staged all sorts of entertainment and actions. To mention importantly the chasing scenes which are more powerful and grand alike comes in Arnold and Bond films. The flying helicopter in chasing and gun shooting action sequences are like Hollywood quality, which is something new for Tamil. For nearly half-hour there was the confusion state of what is happening and the disturbance of US language and unclear subtitles after the rare piece from the history. Further it slowly gets into the track and surprise at each characters affiliation into the story. Especially the Balram Naidu the one in his voice and body language expressions stands still in mind, the way he makes laugh as investigating officer and in chasing scene was well funny. And the second most liked character is the 95-year-old women. She not alone makes fun and also touches with the innocent inside her. This must be difficult one, well kamal shows how talented he was in bending to the figure and expressing to the nervous vibration to give a real effort. A great attempt!

Back to the 12th century of empire period, we get to see a strong and bravo Kamal as Rangaraja Nambi who tries to stop the Chola King destroying his believable Vishnu Idol from the temple. It was such a grand venture with pictorial excellence merges in real and graphical along with the music to tell wow fantastic! The bad ex-CIA officer Fletcher nearly comes equally to main character and it stands on screen for more than the character on the perfect makeup one could challenge. As up to a point I can’t identify it is also an avatar of Kamal! The Japanese character and President Bush, visible the mask fixed on face though it was nice and I see those are just to add the avatar. And the naughty monkey’s end in the lab and in climax same happens for the ex-CIA is something aversion.
First time watching the songs, what exist in mind thinking past comes down little. The song Oh... Ho... Sanam presents the effort its courage and excellent dance moments and the beautiful pair Jayaprada and kamal. Mukundha Mukundha is the all time comforts in mind. The pictorial was enjoyable. I feel, without Asin (heroin) it won’t be at all nice and her innocent anger and get on saving her perumal idol she feels lovable….. None other than her can be imagined filling the character of Andal, loving Perumal.

‘One, who is unaware of this film and Indian cinema would really get wondered by this film and our actor,’ is what am tell to dad while returning from drive-in. Oh, it started to pour heavily after by interval to put us inside car to watch in mute for sometimes where it incompletes the dalit social worker enters in stiff dark face and eyes. Kamal shows a very different voice here! If one misses the end song is missing the worth of the whole creative and hard work at every characters difference. I wonder why some people tell this film is waste and Shivaji is best, but for me it’s excellence in feeding advance and showcase talent. What gives disappoint is the disappearance of the very early 12th century and left untouched then. I can’t understand what relates this to the narration and what the idol exist in last tells. And what not, he brings a bunch of actors across and used as per adding sugar. The tsunami was a real fantasy more than the only few scene remains then which is one mainly expected. For every question of the character they answered in end. Little disagree may comes on expect, but just comes by gives great amazement which I get watched.

Me, miss and wish

A tag from Vijay to write on...

6 Whatever about me:

* More patient and believe anything is decided within is safe and better. If not this, don’t know where would lead my life.
* Won’t like my entry into others right or time, and won’t let loose mine.
* I don’t like someone is disturbed by me, but worries more that am living against it, with no other way.
* I rarely call someone through phone
*my parent’s are my life, I can’t think a day pass on without them.
* Follow everything by time with nothing purposely doing.
Add: * I drear to bear injection. (It’s something I feared recently after witness a slit through maya, but I am cool as pup taken all formal anticipate injections.)

5 things I miss in my life right now:

* My sister who left to her town without telling me, I wish she would be staying for short long time with me.
* My dear brothers, whom I call like. Those are some never forgettable people in my life, the support and comfort which I experienced in their presence then.
* Those said to be my best friends, both in online and in practical life.
* Wandering everywhere on my own foot.
* Working from home and earning something
Add:* My old (gold) home where I spent my 20 years. (People think I am happy and satisfied where I stay now, but none knows my heart and how much I miss my place and people)
*Playing with my keyboard. (That is yet taking a long to mend correctly.)

10 things I wanna achieve (or wish) within a decade:

*To hold on my blogger mates permanently, if not possible all, at least some dears to me.
* To stay in the hearts of people for what I am.
* Get a job which is comfortable and stress free to work from home.
*To meet and get in touch with my lost dear ones.
*Improve my knowledge and fluent English.
*Buy a 4X4 SUV and go around anywhere I wish, and on off-roads.
*A likely home comforts all
*To travel into sea and fly into sky
*Just out of dreams and imagination, i need a real girlfriend.
* Want to watch more good films out of Tamil cinema.

Save the valued

The series problem presently we face is the petrol and diesel inadequacy in fuel stations throughout Chennai and suburbs. ‘It’s a temporary lack because of the delay of tanker ship to arrive’, the companies complain to customers. ‘I stay in line for more than 3 hours and our requested liters are not filled; what they ask is great price which doubles the amount for a liter’, public voice. I don’t know whether the lack has lasted before ever that too throughout a city and its surroundings at a time? After the price rise of fuel by central govt. thereupon the ordinary petrol are unavailable in many fuel stations and only premium are forced as burden upon then heads. Today and yesterday city sighted the vehicles standing for a long row which extends along the roads for getting petrol and diesel, and the heavy traffic jams everywhere took hours to clear.

What we have to realize now is how important the fuel are and to learn to make reduce them and avoid unnecessary use of vehicles. I wonder now, how much liters of gasoline must been released into atmosphere everyday and just a day of inadequate makes big trouble in peoples life. Thinking about what’s important to the current life and not to waste unnecessarily what are to save for our future. Just coming out of person, the three important things what everything is depending within are the Water, Fuel and Electricity. Because without these three, life faces big setback and there is no life to survive. The nature has given more than enough, just not for us alone, for every life on the earth. How much do we care on saving electricity? By saving it we not only reduce our monthly electric bill but also the shortage can be adjustable and it avoids wastage of energy which produce heat.

There are some what money can’t buy and the intelligent and awareness brings more for our life from nature. One on the line is solar energy and wind energy which brings electricity from the natures given. Solar water heater is a very useful tool to bear electricity, which takes more energy to heat water. Recently I felt it pleasure bathing on this water, something like that I have taken sun bath. Not more warm and cool. In our cities we rarely see those heaters on terrace and the more aware on using it must bring front, and after just feeling that I wish to fix the solar heater to enjoy the pleasure.

What are we wasting today is like the water stored in our pot, as we take tumblers of water it begin to reduce and once tumbler hit the pot over’s all. Fuel is what like our pot of water, which is a limited existence on earth. How could it be ones it void earth ? What we seen in development struck then. The only other option in use is to produce more Biofuels thought agriculture and plantation which needs water, the important sources and a different subjects according to states and countries. So the things are related within three. Water to Live, Fuel to Transportation and Electricity to operate multi electronic systems, that’s mean to move life more easier and pleasurable.

The current critic that something makes the central govt. to walk on knife is the Indo-US nuclear deal. I need to express, that political entry on protesting of often electric shortcut needed to be thought why it happens, if it was like this then, what about the future. Where do we go and hang for electricity. Those oppose the deal have some own party manifesto, but how could it be a national policy and to enter its interest on need. I see there is some control and restrictions on making this Indo-US agreement, looking into future India should be clear before going ahead that in any way it not affects our self protection and it does nothing with defense secret, the main reason for this deal is to use nuclear for civil use alone.

passion

The very passion on religion leads to destruction, may not the self, but others and things.

After-noon, nearby Ooty

By noon after return from garden, we eat the prepared lunch and left to Doddabetta, which is summit of Nilgiris, meters 2,623. The name Doddabetta adapted from the language kannada, which means Big Mountain, Dodda and betta. It’s a place we nearly get a panoramic view of the Nilgiri’s small villages, houses of Udagamandalam, far away mountains sometimes covered by mist and beneath shoals and forest like thick raised trees. This summit is an 11 km drive from ooty, climbing the road that covered by both sides of whip trees leads to this top. As we move further the cold was sensed more and the quiet path (that was more than years back when I visited) of peaceful pleasantly felt. But this time I miss them all and only polluted smoke, wrappers and traffic of vehicles left.

Good thing also happens through the vehicle crowd, that they opened another way through road which leads till observatory tower. So it was easy for my wheels to get near, having some beautiful and green views around. It was the clouds coves and opens the sky, the cool and sunshine makes different atmosphere and more changes in creation of greenswards and flowers uplift the sight, but feels artificial missing the natures view. After being there for sometime we left taking group picture before the observatory.

Next we landed on boat house in lake banks, which was crowd flowing to hire boats to go around. We sat for time pass on the bank and looking around getting over memories of past and different scenes of boat rides and people. Nearby, newly built swings and rollercoaster rides added to peoples attract and the small children park adjacent to lake now turned to be a little amusement park filled with kids. Back it holds beautiful garden with roses and music played by evening are lacking present days. On way, went round the lake road through a serene boathouse, deer park and at some corner, sighting the racecourse and view of ooty town, behind the dark clouds floating on the Blue Mountains

It was an eco-friendly street our hostel lies, which holds a rare photography gallery home and a small aquarium. On our right hill there is a tea factory; just beautifully and in night it’s bright in shining wherever you could see from. The hostel holds five to six rooms with each 4 cots and plenty of blankets, still the cold not to bear. So on second day I get the idea of something known back thought to cover the bed with daily papers for warmth, though it helps at little. As our warden said, the cold was adjustable for me the further days we stay, but not many u see, our cousins and granny started to worry about the cold. After sun down, and the moment all comes together it was more fun, and having dinner and chatting till we leave to bed.

Granny’s valediction

My grandma is retiring from her 39 years of service as a teacher in government school in Mamallapuram near Chennai, by this month end. We were attending her farewell and as well congratulate function yesterday evening, and I was feeling could I able to attend that function which I thought 39 years as teacher is not a simple act and by my wish she invited us and I went with more interest to share and by watching her most worth function in life time. If not to be my own granny, I like her so much, though she was a sibling of my grandmother and to tell mom’s aunt.

She started her carrier as a teacher in her age of 19, and she joined as a primary school teacher in mamallapuram from where she retires now. In those periods she has been moved to many schools in the region of Chengalpet a near town to Chennai. She has two sons and a daughter. Unexpected after her hubby who is also a teacher passed away and then to her often displacement on job and to our request she come to settle down near to Chennai, so we could feel of being with her.

It was the times as we children, soon the summer vacations starts our whole thoughts would be visiting her place and to be there is delight for me and bro, of the love we share with grandma, uncle and aunt – her sons and daughter, who is a year elder than me. None would be there dislike my grandma, as she is so kind and attachment to everyone and every time we visit there our memories waits in eager till we meet next time. My uncle and aunt are our best company in holidays, and we care so much each other and even the moments would be silly when we fight for no big reason. In the long run many things changed and in our heart we hold a place for them ever.

It was by 4 in evening the function was in process and more than an hour it lasted after we arrive. The colorful festoons brings a festive feel and children around to listen the congratulate speech by other teachers, headmasters of different schools wherever she served and panchayat leaders for her service as a teacher for 39 years. Finally my grandma spoke about her experience, and tales herself with students and teachers. She was near dropping tears when she tries to express how much the affection she kept on her students and their request to be there for making them learn some method easier, but I moved when she disclose her difficulty in teaching and visiting school daily. I hope she get more rest after her retirement and peace stay with memories of special moments in her carries of teacher.

After wishes, presenting gifts and the sweet words spoken about her could find a happier in her face and sure her mind must be. Just the sent-off haven’t end at school, in home she prepare for a dinner for us and to her colleague teachers who comes along with her as a custom of leaving her at home. More the clouds and rain in evening makes the moment pleasant and after we left home with satisfaction of being at a special moment of hers. In addition to wonder, the school she began her carrier and ends is to celebrate its century in 2 years which was started in 1910.