Pleased Obama

After the serial time is over at home by 10pm, I turn around channels usually until settle down to sleep. Last night alike I come across sun news to know live from Washington dc on Obama’s presidential inauguration, so I turn to CNN’s live for detail view. It was such amazing ceremony I have seen ever, people with hope and spirit, welcoming a new dawn calling Obama... across the massive crowds standing for miles. With more patience, the simple Obama disclose to the cheering crowd, without any excitement visage creating a history, but much said his hopeful speech after taking oath as 44th US president. Every time he says us, it would inspire people to work towards the achievement in challenge. Of course I could not understand the whole speech of Obama, unlike others. His memory ability wonders through the speech. Thanks CNN for collecting the important pieces under screen.

I just thought how fine those gentlemen are in maintaining the political gesture. The republican too come across the defeat and support the new govern by wishing. I really felt ones listening to presidential hopeful of republic McCain’ speech, that our Indian leaders have to learn from him how to congratulate the winner and acknowledge the true victory and not blame the others for losing and express distress that people chose a wrong person or govern to rule. Something I loved from American politics! Between the violins music by John Williams ‘Simple Gifts’ the inauguration pleasing.

A village to remind

The Pongal holidays happens to be like memorable and revisiting memories. The first two days spent mostly on watching television, and next day I thought to get out somewhere, with no idea where to go and in fear of Kaanum pongal crowd. Suddenly mom got the idea of visiting kottamedu - my grandpa’s sister village, away from Thiruporur and just 50km from Chennai. First I don’t liked her idea and said quite no, but when she pulled grandpa I can’t tell anything then, so that he could get the chance of meeting his loved ones and siblings on this occasion of pongal, those would gather usually. It’s something like after ten years, I visiting my favorite place as childhood, roamed immensely around happily. Those are the days we could stable for a week or more in the village and enjoy going to fields’ everyday, playing in pump set water and canals, having palm fruits, tender water, and mangoes and getting into forest to pick cashew nuts and fruits… Many things persist and extend to my wonder, but life that does not remain same these years, resist me getting there.

We reached there home for lunch. Even they build a terrace home, they continue to live in that old red tiled roof house. I wonder to see that house continue to be stronger and constant immortal. Behind the house, there is a big backyard remains stable for cattle and to drought grains, in middle of the house, there is a rain and sun visiting open space. Being inconvenience I can’t get inside there house, rejecting many invites by relatives, I stayed within vehicle. After sometime we decided to go to field. It was the main intention of my visit, and long time wish. Those are the ways we used to wander to fields and fun rides on the bullet bike with uncle are just reminds driving through the half-road take us to fields. I managed to reach the limited distance on my wheels, even thought I can’t get to specific place where pump set, well remains, I got to see the green fields, listening to varies bird sounds and sharing grandpa’s stories and thinking those tender memories. There left only ridges and moreover around grown paddy green fields.

The times we visit to this village, we used to watch movies on cinema shed. It usually supposed to be a night show and alike comes in movies, there are two options to seat. One is on mud floor and the other is sitting on stool. On the movies I watched, I could only remember the movie title Puthu Vasantham. It would be more fun, when our uncle was alive. We used to roaming behind him, and he take us around the village in his bullet and yamaha explorer in velocity. About riding in the stretch between the village and the Thiruporur town then is one of a scary thing, because of its very darkness with either side of forests. It was late in evening when we return, remembers me the fear. Those are days, never gets back and only remains through memories.

Me, Grandpa and cousin

Country Pongal

The Pongal festival has something special than any other festival, where this only festival celebrates for 4 days. In foremost years, cultivation was the only main source of lives, so celebrating this in pomp way still continues till now for four days as Bhogi, Pongal, Maatu Pongal & Kaanum Pongal. In villages, welcoming pongal is such delight, so as cleaning the houses, whitewashing, coloring, and keeping surrounding clean and dignity, to draw kolam (drawing) to look better the place to make pongal. The pongal is mostly prepared with new rice, from the harvested paddies before some days to pongal, with newly grown sugarcanes without dullness of its greenish, turmeric bunch and vegetables, with newly did oven. Oven, not to think the one in our kitchens, it’s made out of three pieces of mud clays, that kept for dry a week before painting colors or to daub the dissolved bull dung on the old ovens to make burn with palm leaves.

The day before pongal is Bhogi. The things that remains after cleaning houses and those useless things to thrown away are burnt in front of there gateway. By this they believe the adversity clears and welfare spreads. On pongal, the elders in house wake up early to bath before sunrise, to lit oven and decorated mud pots to arrange in count of newly married couples, from one to three pots to prepare pongal. After worshiping sun and nature, the pongal pots brought into home for special prayers. The next day was Mattu Pongal (Bull Pongal). It’s the day to honor the bulls, which strongly support to cultivation and cultivators. On that day, bulls are bathed and there stalls been cleaned, to prepare small pongal within stalls, later the pongal is served little to bulls and distributed to others. On that day bulls are let free and mostly unused to works.

In some towns and cities in Tamil Nadu, on the bull pongal day they conduct bull catching festivals - known as Jallikattu, and other games that kept front bulls. The fourth and final day of festival is called Kaanum pongal. On the usual process, people go out with there families to beaches, temples and tourist space and spent there whole day entertaining themselves, forgetting there hard works and spared freely. Similarly the whole villages celebrate these four days happily and the main reason it continues for thousands of years celebration is because of its simply peoples friendly. As its needs no big worship or prayers, the only intention of this festival is happy celebrations. Let’s celebrate the Pongal, welfare to spread and delight to sunshine in our lives.

#Check for Chennai Sangamam below

Chennai Sangamam 2009

Before proceeding, just put on the current song at side bar, can give some feel. hehe…

The festival season is around, to indicate and by adding sugar, began this Chennai Sangamam – the traditional Tamil classic folk dance and music open festival. After successful two years of beginning, this festival ideal to develop the declining rural arts, the concept which was appreciated by everyone, that exhibits our own tradition and culture. The Chennai Sangamam 2009, which inaugurated on 10the January exists at many places around Chennai, stimulates the festival mood. In welcoming Pongal – the harvesting festival that falls on January 14th, this celebration gives a feel of nearly in traditional way. What this arts turn to be only temple festivals special in villages, which seen rarely in today’s world, this truly aware the need and significance of our unique arts. The idea comes out in supporting and raising the declining artists, and helps in discovering certain norms in public. Year by year I could think its popularity and we all began to look forward this festival around. In my view it has a bright future not alone being celebrated, and to make our existing arts to keep in active and some more in spreading to other districts, could certainly witness a growth.

Being in same city and knowing this festival, I could not make it a visit in past. But I had an interest and wish to watch those programs, which happens to be a distance vision. I get to know this time that one of the festivals open stage was setup near our familiar beach site in Palavakkam, which I happen to witness on Sunday. Well in advance took the cam in hope to see the festival sometime, it was rural beats welcomes at unexpected site to sight the festival near. I wonder to see a tall man, just walking around standing on high wood legs casually. Putting his long foot steps sounds like moving hooves… attracts. By the time we arrived, get to watch Karagattam and Poikkal Kudirai aattam, something unreal in memories so far; Kavadi aattam and Tamil folk songs singed by rural artist. It was a wonderful sense, shivering to glimpse those Tamil rural folk dance and music. We must praise those artists come across to remain our traditional style, to make us think why don’t we make it to core than sending them to verge, welcoming only western culture. It’s a pleasing feeling where no were in world has such rich and varies performing genre within a state. I think there are lots of art performances to get on stage till the festival concludes, and I hope to catch some more in coming days if possible. I know everyday there are different folk dances and music to take place, and along they conduct traditional food festival to taste the forgotten or strange. Just a day left for Pongal, there was lot of enthusiasm about the festivals, and the cymbal of Chennai Sangamam emits our sense along.

Karagattam was familiarly known by most, as they take places first and more in festivals and cultural programs. Karagam is mean to decorated vessel. So as one have to perform dance movements, placing them on head without let to fall the vessel. It’s uneasy to see how stable the vessel on head, to only active the body more or less towards music. Have seen this kind of dance in movies alone, and the one ever get out of mind is famous Tamil movie Karagattakaran (karagam dancer). The current song is Mankuyile poongkuyile... from Karagattakaran, do check for the karagattam.

Poikkal Kudirai Attam (Dummy horse dance) is a skill trained performance. It’s wonderful to see someone standing and balancing on two pieces of wooden legs, and caring a dummy horse on hip to move up and down to band music. Wearing colorful cloths hiding there legs, and wooden legs to hoof. It is unheard in the raised band music; called Naiyandi melam.

Kavadi attam is a devotional dance dedicated mostly to lord muruga. Unlike those carried on shoulders balanced by a stick and something curved like with fixed feathers on each end, what I see last evening was a stool like thing carried on head with a cone like decorated, as they roll, it revolves colorfully.

More pictures here in flickr

Abhiyum Naanum

I watched this beautiful movie in drive-in Theater, last evening with my dad. Just before getting tickets, I looked beside a poster of Silambattam. I shook whether they changed the movie, though it wasn’t, but Silambattam is a night show. From the day Abhi… announced, I looked forward how bond it comes on screen. The story is nothing strange; it’s simply collected moments and gesture of life and relationship, esp. between a father and daughter. Prakashraj lived as a father with more love for his daughter Abe and cares blindly and easily could not give up his daughter for any matter. To notice his visage, it carries much emotion and happiness wherever it needs and uncertain moments he lacks and fears to understand in love and care, the practical wishes of his daughter Abe. It’s so funny how well he prepares for getting admission to his daughter for Pre KG and keeping those innocent anger and shock on face to make us laugh. PrakashRaj did an awesome acting, steeling the whole movie, and it feels something when he fondles his child.

For Trisha this is a superior role than just being always a girl to dream. Introducing as school going girl, she proves her extraordinary talent to go along with any character except from being glam heroine. Here the cute Trisha is much loved. The kids replacing childhood Abe are such adorable, and they well acted in there innocent expressions. Ravi Shastry is a good selection, his dialogue delivery is simple superb, where he introduction as beggar is funny, but he touches hearts at being attached to the family. Jogi (Ganesh Venkataram) haves a hunk look. The dialogues talked in Hindi or Punjabi is hidden without giving meanings to those unknown language. And the reasons told to describe Jogi’s family is not inspiring or touching, in trisha’s lack of expression. The entry of Punjabi families in second half derives entertainment to more rattle. The two Punjabi kids come just like that and makes silent laugh at back. Alike mozhi, Abhi… has comedy within track, as it moves us to smile not separately. Manobala, like flashing lights, passes silly commentary on the way even at some serious situation to cool.

First, must salute director Radhamohan for not taking care about the commercial items to gives us what really exist. Without many arties, it seems clear with more space to breathe fresh breeze around. The environment is best suited for a pleasant story, where we chill around Ooty and Munnar backdrop. The camera captures some heavenly places and the song Ore Oru Oorile and Pachai kaatre is evident. The distance between PrakashRaj and trisha in relationship felt us, how well there emotions going to be expressed even in distress. At end they make us realizes that every women is someone’s daughter, thus make solace Prakashraj to think mature. Since Aishwariya acts like a similar responsible mother, who supports her daughter where to tight and lose the rope. At moment to think, self is the only thing remains and no one is belonging to none. Ones we get to practice the separation, life will always be beautiful.

Come let’s begin the journey

Pollachi – Day 1

Wonderful national highways

It took exactly 12 hours drive from Chennai to Pollachi, only stopping for breakfast, lunch and some rest. Throughout the day it was cloudy and least open sky to keep our journey sultry free and oppose from using AC, what I withstand this traveling. After packing luggage and then prepared breakfast we left home at 8am, coming across Kanchipuram we ate them all and our next stop for lunch in Dharmapuri. In seven months time, I see the road have picked up well across Dharmapuri, a part of Golden Quadrilateral project NH7 which links Kanyakumari and Varanasi in UP. The route we took is too long, minding the double and lack in kind of lane through center state, thus drive us through Mettur-Tirupur-Pollachi. Coming beside the huge trucks, wonders me the pressure and struggle involves in driving them. I could see them hit to climb the sloppy ways and to find reason those stable besides road is due to heat, which is reduced in night so as easy to drive.

Until midday, there was foggy in atmosphere to unclean views of hills around. It’s so much to glimpse villages, towns and rivers, the Tirupur sounds triple more than T.Nagar in Chennai, kindly known as small Japan. The sun begins to set bright in color coming around Tirupur, and its dark evening by 8pm we reached Pollachi, waiting for the warden whom to guide us to govt. guest house, arranged by dad’s friend in Coimbatore. After having dinner which brought by warden, we went to an adjustable slumber. The next day dawns lately by 7.30am, after taking some pictures and breakfast, we get packed and headed towards Valparai which is some 60km from Pollachi...

me before the guest house

Sunday Beach

It was a lovely Sunday evening with my grandparents and uncle’s kids visited the nearest seashore. I want to take my grandparents out often, they never go anywhere and special for my grandpa, because of his health condition and getting weaker in earlier I thought it would be break for him from sitting all alone in home. The kid sachin who disliked coming to beach with us, after getting there he started to sing I love beach and I want more… everyone left near water expect me and grandpa, and we were discussing about my traveling. I like to share some pictures here:

Sachin

dad, maya, grandma, sachin and dharshine

Sachin want to stamp in water.

A small crab, Sun sets

A view and wish

I am still in thought of counting how many months have passed on and could not feel certainly the year have ended. I truly miss the spirit of New Year begins, when everyone celebrating the night with dreams and wishes I was sluggish and felt asleep in cold fever. I really struggle to get over the laziness and return to normal after experiencing the different environment and feeling surprise. I am back from traveling on Monday night, but felt lonely when leaving everyone at there place and these days thinking about the pleasant experience in week journey couldn’t let me out. Ever plans never gone perfect, though I carry some disappointment and it wasn’t the only thing to think in dream travelling. My travel through this 7th heaven terrain is new and never visited, but felt like well known though incomplete. I need some more time to explore the heavenly places in-around Valparai and Pollachi again in next chance. Even though I make it calm and forbearance traveling what I think exist’ isn’t exactly, but I learnt lessons for my future traveling. I realize how helpful people are; even strange enough each others. Anyhow no one is like how we think about, it’s only our thoughts to distinguish once we begin to share, we became too closer and harder to distance.

Soon we planned traveling I get to thought about a friendly driver, who could drive to my comfort. Raja anna, who was part of my past travels comes to mind easily, at our first meet itself we developed a good relationship as brothers. Gladly it was Christmas holyday for him; so he took off from his drive to school bus and joins our fun ride. It’s a pending preplan waited for my cousins’ vacation and the climate I chose is winter, but surprising its all untouched sunny days giving way to cold atmosphere and the blue sky to give a perfect background to pictures. For what I chose visiting valparai is after the state monsoons, so the nature could be at its best in green. Exactly it’s the best time for visiting Valparai, but somehow the mist hides to my disappointment, and cold in its surface sense pleasant what is compared to England’s weather. Throughout the years it receives rain at any moment, but the weather is enjoyable however. Our traveling happens in and around dams and falls with thick forest to stories of animal strikes, but we were so eager sighting any animals to only see some elephants and Lion tailed monkeys in distance.

Thanks so much for your dear wishes and travelogue blogs that helps in traveling. I hope u all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year celebration. Will read your blogs soon, take care.

Time to travel

The lasting travel to exist gone to be one of my dreams on heaven, not the one in slumber, it’s always a desire and excite. I don’t know whether it would fill my thirst on nature or not, but showering is unexpected in this ever drizzling state thus also a bond to traveling. I heard and viewed stories of traveling about into these remaining ideals in world and wild, which expect me tranquil and untouched pollute. The browsing gone from time to time when travel comes closer, but like the cyclones directions to turn near closing ashore. Wish we don’t disturb the peace and leave my space for excitement. I will be away for sometime from now, to catch you all at the beginning of New Year, 2009. I hope and wish u all have pleasant and peaceful celebrations.

ஏய் கடலே / Hai u Sea

கடலே, நீ ஒரு முறை எட்டிபார்த்ததில்
நாங்கள் நிலை குலைந்து போனோம்
உன் அமைதி சூழ்ச்சி அறியாமல்
அலையில் சிக்கிக்கொண்டோம்

புலி பதுங்குவது பாய்வற்கே
ஆனால் உன் பின்நோக்கம் அறியாமல் திகைத்து நின்றோம்
சற்றும் தாமதமின்றி
நீ முந்தி கொன்று தின்றாய்

உன் அலைகள் தொட்டு சென்றதில்
பாதங்கள் இதமாகவும் ஈரமாகவும் உணர்ந்தன
நீ வெட்டருவா கணக்கா வெட்டினதில்
தண்ணிரும் தவலையுமாக செத்து மிதந்தன

நீ ஒவ்வொரு முறையும் உயர எமும்பொழுது
நாங்கள் தயக்கத்துடன் பின் நடந்தோம்
அந்த ஆழிப்பேரலையின்
அழியா நினைவுகளை சுமந்த படி

கடலே உன் ரசிகன் நான்
உன் சுயரூபம் அறிந்தவன் தான்
நீ விதைத்த மீன்களை சுவைப்பவன் நான்
உன்னை கண்டு பயந்தவன் தான், நான்!

Translation in English follows:

Sea, only ones you over see
we dislocate to go
ignoring your silent cunning
we entrapped into waves

Crouching Tiger is to rush
but we astonish in unaware your back intention
least without delaying
you advance killed to eat

In your waves touched to go
foot sense to wet and welfare
in your cut sickle amount of split
like water and frog, die to float

Every time u rise highly
in hesitate we walked back
with that sea billows
eternal memories to bear by

Sea, I am your fan
I aware your self form then
I relish your sowing fishes
frighten to view u then, me!

# Unforgettable December 26, 2004

My awards

There are four different awards give to me by my dear buddies in blogging. Often we share awards in praising our sweet friends, just making ourselves surprise and smiles. I am so pleased to give these awards to my entire friends and silent readers here.

A beautiful award from Priya.



Proximity award from our dear Starry.


What is this Proximity award about?

"This award is given to a blog that invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

Freedom and Independent Award from cool Rakesh. To mention about, he comes from the heavenly place Ooty :)

Barath present me this Lovely Blogger award.(i truly regret for missing your award dear, thanks for remaining :)

Money matter

I never planned what I do then, but thought someday it may exist from mind. I didn’t wonder, because I know the bud one day will bloom into flower, but what seems is will it fragrance or not. Certainly it’s unpleasant to me, because the matter is of money. Though I am unemployed so does money seems idle to me, where it comes through is not from my hard work or brilliance. I think is there no life without money? And more than any relationship does money distributes the silence and peace? I felt am nothing in the world, what I do survive seems dump, but there is only hope and evidence my parents. And much glad even more than anyone there are friends whom truly care and love for what us. I learn what friendship means from my dad and his friends, apart from the values they support certainly foremost. I see much evidence in past what glimpse that money is nothing a matter at all when it comes to caress. I strongly believe there is no powerful than human and nature. Everything got a price in this world and even we move beyond for that to simply missing the most.

I no need search for an example, the person in my mind at every motion of our lives he exists. Where money is nothing a matter he proved and his conclusion is the proof. My uncle Shyam is the only person behind our comfort, wealth and peace. Without him we are unsettled, his ability is reasonable the world forgets sooner his depart. I see all starts don’t shine brighter, not that they aren’t special, because they are away and inability to glow, like human in understanding. Basically when we understand the need, money is nothing a matter. Money is a path to move, where we see and experience is vivid glow. I could easily think without any intention in the world, not planning tomorrow, and the only thing to misery is who carry me without values. When thinking about value, money come first sending human behind. Even a talented is dismissed by money and a feel comes does everything leads to money. Money is a source of life, but we can’t eat them right; since we rule with money and what we earn is nothing belong to us when it comes to human, the only souls remain forever. There is no intension or distraction behind this post, but something gets me flow.

I find this post interesting on kolam.

Something to express

I have the right to dream and express, don’t have I? If someone stops us from expressing, whoever gets anguish and I am not except, and indeed in the inevitable world does same thing remains forever? If the days remains and dusk invisible we don’t really have the romantic nights, so unless we see or understand something we don’t know anything and inexperience. There was a feel like the hen inside overturned basket, in air holes watching the world outside where one could only breath and visible unclearly. This is very difficult for me with a desire for the vast expansion of nature. The future is in demand for everyone for varies reason and for me it’s my parent I live up to, the only belief in the world I move. May I think why I looking within a circle of life, and thinking similarly too much, because I am taking about truth as it needs more pressure and patency to survive, where a lie can easily daub in someone’s doubt. I can clear the doubts about my stance, but I don’t know to make it possible without hurting others, especially people who are strange enough. And I don’t like anyone distress because of me, where I lose in lack of peace seeing them alike, and that the reason at every strike I move without hitting back.

Coming to the matter it was something annoys the mind. Some gives extraordinary hope to me and without thinking or knowing how many hurts experienced in past! When one lived in lonely planet, the crowded thing attracts to live and see how life works out there. At every dawn there is light, for me those are mirage, where I could not accept it truly, because of the experience that taught me more dark than light. Thus I hope to see a beautiful dawn to be special in the uncontrolled nature and I could not relate to the reason were so many experts itself couldn’t find the meaning. There is a minus side I need to acknowledge where in recent past I looked more for comfort than to fight against the disorder, but now I am in the balance instrument to handle both sides equally. I like and interest to balance both accordingly without losing either side which is both important and have least selfish mind.

Few may think or leave me far behind, but I don’t care as whatever I think and do is human nature and what I feeling is true. There are people having a circle what to do and not, alike similarly I have some what really depends on the things I think possible and must. Everything went out smoothly, until a sudden twist triggers strong wind to get down, to normal later where life as usual. Like celebration and happiness are the triggers create by heart has to come down to beat normal in conclusion. In struggle there are lots of sorrows; in fight more pains to carry on and what balancing between those are going to be pleasant? I see my life only exists through balance, in case if I lose it to advance unaware treatment I can’t even get back to remain or less. In this only state I can’t completely invisible the truth exist, I remember a story taught being child: ‘a boy sitting on a tree shouts suddenly, tiger is coming and he repeats same couple of times, where people working in fields came to rescue, deceit to his lies. And once again he shouted, but the disappointed farmers unturned where a real tiger took him away’. so what I see is there is some true even in lies. In the amount of, instead of lies - unaware, I don’t want to miss those truths behind, and what’s going through these days in my practical life.

Dirty sheep

I find those sheep roaming beside roads near Pykara waterfalls in Ooty. Seems like they survive by eating something left on roadside and what attracts is there unclean! We were discussing how much soap and shampoos need to clean them and sure they can act in washing soap ad for being unclean, thus a flashing beam could showing them unstained after using either soap. Cool!

Random tag

Brother Ghost Particle tagged me sometime ago to write 7 facts about myself... and I get to remain now!

1. I don’t remember many cell phone or landline numbers, except mine and home number. We always save the numbers in cell phone under there name, so we just press the names to call. I didn’t think actually what will happen if the cell phone is lost or struck somewhere in case of urgency to call someone out of home?

2. Ones I was dreaming at class when I was in 5th std, at the beginning stage of my disorder. I remember that sometime to think how it would be if whatever happening are to be a dream, I dreamed at my class and suddenly I awake to see I am still in my class room ;)

3. I don’t like using AC while travelling, except hefty unbearable heat. There is right reason for me to feel and wish for non-ac. I hardly get chance to go out, where I usually stable inside home, thus why do I need to keep myself within closed windows and most of the time I like going outskirt cities, so why does I want to be enclosed than breathing fresh or better air.

4. I hate buy money from anyone as a gift or presentation in showing or replacing there love and care as worth. Anything as love in few words and embrace expressed from heart is priceless compare to money. And I could not satisfy with money, without true affection within.

5. In school days I used to collect god pictures. In our class me and couple of boys have this practice and to see who collects more. Whether I hope or not, but thinking those days, it seems unconscious.

6. Ones participating in a cooking competition in school, where the preparation of fresh juice unexpectedly to pour nearly to someone’s push in desk. Unknowing to do, I filled the space with water and kept to taste by ma’ma and sure in unsavory her words amused me.

7. I don’t like listening music through headphone connected with any device. I feel it disturbs mind and radiate varies intense. Mostly I love listing through speakers (not much louder like disturbing others), where it indirectly derive into ears and it convince me in quality of sounds.

#The picture clicked one morning when this myna bird was calmly waking on the compound. After seeing it I like to drop some grains on wall and I begin to look earlier and evening for anyone’s arrival. These days I see white cranes landing and driving from the empty foreground filled with water.

Feeling motion

It was something like back to future. I hardly missing those wonderful feeling and it was such pleasant after years. This post is a continuation of last post on travel. When decide to go around Mamallapuram, it was sis idea to go to shore and she knows how much I like seashores that too visible waves near. It was years I remember standing near the sea water and running to waves chasing, but in these years it seems a merry distance. It was a quite shore we visited Tuesday and must thank rain for drenching sand to make advance our Scorpio through this off-road beside GRT Temple Bay to reach nearby waves. I feel how minds changed from the disaster tsunami in 2004 and there is little scare about the sea and rising waves, even though wish extends my scarcity, thus I could not fill those little foot distance. It could be a wonderful experience, if hesitation doesn’t stop my desire to go ahead splashing the waves on wheels. Sometimes it may think foolish, but my dream is unique and there is no requiring of everyone similarity.

The spontaneous wave’s one upon another, foaming improperly caress the feet drench to sense the pressure of tugging. I have experienced very little in past and those moments are only existing throughout to remain forever in the inevitable life. The nature has created much and seas are one best to wonder through its occult suspense. After the strange tsunami it becomes an uncontrollable evident, got changed in its nature to threaten people. Getting out of sort, we come across a colony-village within town. It was not the one in natures path – country streets, and very little available of tiles and palm leaf house. I think when world is changing into development of modern concrete structures why I feel for those old and symbols to poverty.

There was a sudden odor in the breeze took away to the awesome feel, back to our days in village. When in winter or cold evening the people use to burn fire woods to cook and make smoke around to feel comfort and warmth. Villages being wet around, after sunset there could sense a cold and snowier chillness in atmosphere, when it combines with the smoke it gives pleasant. When I felt it suddenly that day, there it mesmerizes! I share with my sister how faint it was getting after long time to this sensation. The children playing beside and around the streets, rolling tires, along sharing space the hens and goats. This town of mamallapuram remains identical to my views, except much constructions and spreading of underground sewage system, even some suburbs not. The open canals and mosquitoes have been control by, and tourism gives way too many businesses and tradition own of carving sculptures is falling least by extend. The passenger buses through this stretch have been facilitated to international standard and privatization of the ECR makes people easily available.

In and around

Another travel lateral to OMR, it’s now ECR. Traveling on the east coast road is always fun and boost for smooth ride loving. This time with a purpose to ride our family to Mamallapuram, I get another traveling opportunity on my favorite lane with cousins and grandparent. It was merry go around with my bros and sisters. It was raining half our way and drizzling carried on breeze pleased. Our pet Maya was chilling in moving wind and so keeping her face outside window enjoying the weather. Even it was Bakrid, the mamallapuram doest fail to get attention by many visitors. After dropping our elders at great-mom’s place, I and cousins went around just like that or even to burn our times instead waiting for there conclusion and visit too two more relative place next to another.

I didn’t brought my wheels, so I can’t move specially anywhere than out looking. Many things have changed and improvements on progress. I wonder what really is not! In the beautification progress they have changed the genuine things around. Esp. the cheese ball has missed its amazing stance for and stories said behind this globe like structure standing on this slide, immovable for human and animals’ power. It was something back hard to climb on the sloppy rock to touch the cheese ball, but it was touched today easily in few steps. It has a slider narrow substance on the rock which we slide and play then and even now it receives same joy for little foot distance. It’s more than a decade back I climbed on this rock and many times we visit this rock yet it is near to our sis home.

Must say the tourism department is taking good steps to save the remaining structures and rock cut sculptures to maintain properly, even in cost of visitors. I really wish let that’s be a rumor what the entry fee is very different from country visitors to foreigners. Sure I must go around in my wheel soon before I lose insight memories of the places I visited back. It terms I am looking around from outside fencing. Even deriving the rain and cloudy weather staying before the cheese ball, we tasted ice-creams get by our sweet sister. It was fun looking Maya as we all having ice-crème and she was whining for and all along she was fellowship riding. Mamallapuram is home town to my sis and who was visiting our home in Chennai. After calling dad to know that it would take some more time to return, so we decide to go around the town, colonies and shore. Sure it was something I will continue at my next post.

To those unknown about Mamallapure, it is a very famous place for rock cut structures belong to 7th centuries, carved by Pallava Dynasty; which is just 45 km away from Chennai on ECR.

A Surprise visit

There was a sweet surprise from this friend which is third time in this year am meeting her. A friend of her and who is also mine called this morning what my dad attend kept it secret until they call again to clear the route to home. What we converse online and meeting in past is very little more, but there is strong understanding in our friendship turns our relationship familiar. I know there could happen another meeting at this year end unknowing when and how happens today. Anyhow maya turns to be the core attraction of this meeting which last about an hour, nothing turn to be different but pleasant for all of us.

She gifted me with chocolates and a short cute IPod. Lovely presentation dear sweet friend! Thanks so much, its quite receiving you buddy. You get me surprise affection and peace, what I hardly experience in my life. Friendship till this moment is indifference in whatever format it exists, we continue to be wonderful dear friends. I wish you all the best in your life; happiness and peace at your new dawning relationship.

Slow motion snail

After the recent heavy rains, I find many snails on our compound wall and car parking space. Few were crawling along the wall, bearing there shell on back. In all other snails, this one looks cute. Isn’t u agreed?

Certainly I didn’t take this picture, but I made it sure in setting the camera that picture comes like this. Thus my mom took it accordingly and without her I won’t got my snail to publish. It was on movement what is less than the shutter speed escapes from excite. Must thank mom for whatever, and this is something very simple, what she really does animate me throughout my life.

Bold and beautiful (Varanam Aayiram)

Even though it was late, I don’t want to miss the opportunity postponing. So watched something looking from past, listening those wonderful composition. There was an expectation I have not entirely on Varanam Aayiram, but few things that want me catch soon, but the recent rain delayed everything. More importantly the two main reasons are the dad-son relationship and Sameera-Suriya love, which I later felt watching those are bold and beautiful. What all begins with conclusion goes decades back of flashbacks narrating the story. With two more reasons to mention there is nothing more to make it special, the first half was wonderful and nearly fresh, but back from interval I was forced into watching the indifference. I felt the movie was already over, but still it runs with needless scenes, I thought to be added for the length of the film.

Glad I wasn’t expected more to get distress, but I loved half the film. The so beautiful Sameera Reddy and more youthful Suriya’s romance and eye to eye sights makes calmly visible. Oh! Sameera has such a mighty visage to concern everyone hearts. She has less to converse, but her expressions are enough to speak. Very stylish look with less glam makes her pretty more. No, suriya does not alone intensify himself seeing sameera face-to-face in passing train; hence we could not stop from sensitive ;) He just gone through the breeze of making soothing waves constant through his guitar is such pleasant in mood, expressing though he is the happiest person in the world. Wonderful acting suriya!! As a teen he impressed me more than being youth and already wonder through his appearance was keen enough to the character of our grown street boys and I easily see someone from my home.

As I mention in a post back, the Suriya- Simran’s love and duet are not that sensitive. Just like a drama, how could one inspire from those, when suriya often think about his daddy suriya’s propose, which is sweetest without savor. Why can’t I see those are belong to 80’s situation and it’s the style gives me a look, both are old man and woman. Some forgotten places of Chennai are remembered through the songs Mundhinam paartheanea and Machi machi. The plus thing about this move is music and cinematography. With this two main hands director Gautham creates magic on screen. The blue skies and places of US, misty golden bridge of San Francisco, and Kashmir are worth watching. I wonder why do film makers miss those heavenly places in Kashmir to capture and same time thanked the beauty was not disturbed by anyone.
Something I don’t want related to the picture was the kidnapping of a child and commandos rescue the unknown from armed militants. It actually remains me the recent terror strikes in Mumbai. There is no strong reason for suriya to save the small boy from the kidnappers, which deal with a fight where he visible a path lead him to army. Divya or ramya comes with nothingness, helped the movie to move towards the conclusion. Suriya, at every stage had grown through his character and as old man he was totally difference! The very minute meaning the film says is ‘what ever happen life has to go on…’ I just loved the relationship between daddy and the son. Which disclose the bold and friendly relationship, for a son to dad and dad to son happen to talk openly about there happening life and desire, is well most gives way to a healthy relationship. Seeing that, I was pleased thinking about my daddy - what I usually call him like, without failure he share with me everything and disclose hidden struggles of something unknown from his past, and to discuss anything before proceeding. Sure there would be a wish for the most, like a daddy one in the movie. Varanam Aayiram a meaning of ‘thousand elephants’!

Past and present

My cousin bother ashwin came home last evening to celebrate his birthday with me. He burn and blow the 10 candles mean to indicate he completes a decade and to share his cookies. Seems like unexpectedly we all get together for his birthday, what unusual, because certain things won’t come closer and we wish him calling to sudden remembrance, if not thus. I regret how I forgot his birthday I won’t mostly. He is someone very sweet and fond being the youngest in our all. I liked him for whatever he wanted to come here urging his parent to celebrate his birthday with us, and the moment last least but quite enchanting to mind in joining with our elders and cousins. Soon they left; the moment last for no matter and there were something to think from my bank of memories.

This day not only remember his birthday, a shadow yet to be real in someone’s life affects my relationship with one. On the same day a decade back, knowing the sweet news that my cousin is born, there was another message that my close cousin’s father engaged into a fatal accident – his bike met with a truck. It was the incident what happens after brings down a huge distance and sorrow differentiates my relation with that cousin. When it was remembered, the mind goes back in seeking those moments. We were uncommonly practiced relatives, but mind where so close to play and longing for the days to come yearly. Even thought later the distance becomes short, there was the mind that was not. I could not easily forget those days said to be the very pleasant moments in my lives. A life’s sweetest and wonderful are the childhood days, none could have forget those and ever to memories. My relationship is not lost; it’s forgotten by that person.

I couldn’t easily to think what distinguish our relationship. I could still feel the person care on me, but there are no expressions of love and not alone me, to none of those whom closely deserve. It’s right the self and carrier is important than nothing, but that mean they have to forget everything savors in past and should not try to realize how the change affects deeply someone whom cares? I think to childhoods are limited to the growth of knowledge and in self intense intention. There is no bound then in sharing our thoughts, wandering around; the solitary nights to depart in our innocent thoughts to insignificant talks extends beyond midnights. Glad the memories exist, even the person stops thinking. At least with me, something to felt from past that life was beautiful and inspiring more.

Chennai rain 08

After the conclusion of rain, its skies with open and close up to sun shine often. Last week Chennai experienced the worst monsoon in its half decade to wonder still more streets are immerse under water even after couple of days without rain. Our main streets were watered over a foot or half makes harder the vehicles movement and it’s up to the courage to move the struck vehicles in water entered silencer. More hesitate brought everyone within home watching television on often flashing of ‘operation cyclone’ and flood results at varies places within state. So, yesterday went out witness the flood situation on my way towards marina and to a relative house. It was water at every interior road which gives not much a floating experience and it wonders me to see rain water to stay this long, whether within a day to reduce almost. Just our apartment lays rise, the water distance itself, but it supports the whole movement. It was something inverse in our area, like high and low tide in sea, it raise and down in level of water with least reductions. Seeing and knowing other parts of places with water, I feel we experience better than any other place in receiving almost power supply and escape from water login. Below are few pictures, clicked on my way.

Thiruvanmiyur Rajaji Nagar, near my home

Thiruvanmiyur DR.Radhakrishna Road

Thiruvanmiyur DR.Radhakrishna Road

Adyar Parameswari Nagar

Inner road of marina beach

Marina beach which is on reconstruction and beautification