Why do you write?

To all my dear friends here

I sense my existence when I write on my own, which I came to realize when I was in mid blogging era. The one reason I continued to write whatever interest me and thoughts and feeling. It all begin with interest of reading, esp. daily newspapers and want to maintain the writing practice, which I though I can’t untouch if I lost. When I begin writing no one used to encourage me and thought at my circle what am I writing going to do, but on my own interest I took the pen to write anything. Writing today become one of my need to express myself, the only way I could communicate to the world of my joy, suffering, puzzle, interest ect… through blogging.

From past to present what all have I developed or got better in writing is because of my reading and learning practice. It what make me interest to write on my thoughts and observation. In no way I feel pity for nothing doing in my life from the usual thing people do at my age than just reading, writing, traveling and observing as a hobby or to time pass. These things make me to progress in life in means of passion and courage. I feel to realize that writing needs more patient esp. for me alone in down in progress in deed. I need to tell the world that disable went wrong with us – persons with MD, to stop anything to loss forever and that’s why I do write/type. And more I love to have friends which never happen alive until I start blogging and after schooling. I have a mean to write that someone listens to me, nothing worth to say, but I have something to say, about me in general and causes I come across to write.

Lately I fell in love with creative thoughts, to say, which turns my interest more on writing. This write-up is also a creative thought that rose after reading Jan’s post which I came across after sometime inspired by Red. Sometimes I don’t get a thing to write, but after just go on reading my other blog friends post, I caught somewhere a thought to write. I love the sharing process, which one mean and belong to life and existence I realize, and the one main reason why I write. Like how without gasoline a vehicle can’t move, so as without my friends comment and encourage I can’t write more. Who can stop me from writing until blogs and internet are freely available, among keeping away my distress? I am uncertain how long could I able to write/type with my hands, so somehow I wish to write further more possible. Whatever I think and like to express do my writing here. It’s a place recognize me as a writer who couldn’t even write a story and thing properly.

It’s interesting. If you like, do write.

In love

My hands rust
without touching her palm
My eyes struggle
without seeing her face
My world conclude
within her embrace

I wake and sleep
by her eyesight
I struggle to leave
when she’s stressed
I love her, not alone
because she’s my life

Preserve and care
everyone to give, unlike her
People come and go
but she’s the only hope
Praise whatever I do
to never say shatter words.

Third eye

More than politics – it’s my thoughts.

Now its time for political buzz in India, ahead of parliament election to form a new government in heed of peoples need, and I have something to say about it. Like many, I too wish for an alternate government to form in center which wasn’t visible to me still, even though a third front dawned to face the parliament election head by Left. What the change we expect is not from the same political parties or politicians and not a political government, but people’s government. That can be given only by those come from public indeed and truly understand the peoples need. Are those contesting in elections are from no political background or support and those independently contest win all the phase? No. This was something rarely happens and like Madhu Koda who was an independent legislator to become a chief minister of an Indian state Jharkhand. We need politicians from public and not from the same background.

I see, there is no more interest in public to enter politics and many are even lazy enough to stand in a queue to poll there rights. Everyone have a dream of becoming a Computer Engineer, Doctor and even ready to become an actor and fashion designer, but not a politician and agriculturist. The rates of those wish and write exams for IAS, IPS and other government official post have been down. For what these courses have been not intended I find was, more than being a respected officer with less earning, its better to settle with much eared through private companies or to live aboard – am very sorry if it hurts somebody here. But doesn’t it have a little truth? I am not accusing totally and everyone have there rights to decide on the present and future, but I too have a mind to wish it would be worth the public interest turn upon politics. Of course there are some people individually won in local elections such as counselor, panchayat… but they are not completely deserved to people and mostly it’s for political influence and power.

The political manifesto is proof how well our politicians understood the people. They never allow people to open there mouth by sticking no cost announcement and free gadgets to everyone. They tell they give more importance to youngster to involve in politics and party, but whom they are if we see are not below 40 nearly. I wish and dream India caught up with more youngsters involve in every form, including politics and agriculture to take country at balance. Never have I said engineering and doctorate are not important, they take them to higher status in knowledge and society, so everyone wish it easily, but at same time there are hard work fields like politics and agriculture seems dry without courage to take steps in advance. I agree the equipments are more advance in agriculture field, but who involves in making product is less and uneducated mostly followed by tradition. It’s not a simple business anyone could do, it cause more strength and life involvement, but when our scientific knowledge adds in progress, we could find increase and easy productivity in cultivation and food processing with enough or little water and price. I would like to criticize the government which promise to turn the wastelands into cultivation, according to manifesto, brought me sorrow seeing there carelessness and isolate to allow the agriculture lands to turn concrete floors.

Back to third eye. When we have illicit and criminals in politics why not some individuals with truly care for society and people. In day today everyone follows the preceded idea alike other politicians, so when everyone sawn at that view, we miss who truly deserve. We are uncertain in finding the right person to heed our need and the reflections cause confuse in selecting true color. It’s so easy to find which is black and white, but everyone heads with a grey color makes us pause from taking right decision in voting. In which belief and cause do people poll there vote and do there questions answered later? In day today with many parties contesting the election, the votes are shattered and no party gets majority and put at risk of uncertain fall. What I wish is any party to come with majority and unity among alliance to strengthen the country and bold enough to take step with knowledge and kind at heart.

Someday I dream, pace of youngsters in parliament and cabinet, lifting up politics and agriculture to standard and make it regard. Clearing away the uproar and confusions, bringing discipline and respect to the leaders and house. The sound and resonance of same in silence and kind of minds to agree in heed of peoples need, keeping away the political grievance. How many leaders today are being inspirational and roll mode to younger generation to say I want to be like this leader and about to follow his path? Don’t we lose hope with corruption and the bad names created by filmdom on politics? Last but not least. I am someone willing to poll my vote in ‘May’ parliament election and I am in a state of mind similar to what I have written above. I like to vote, to whom the matter is uncertain.

The title was something caught my attention from a news i read today.

Upper and Lower Nirar

Day4: Dec 27, 2008. The last day in valparai, but not the least!

I felt very quiet and pleasant at moment spared at Upper Nirar Weir. It was just like gone to a picnic, to do anything under no restriction up to our courage, because the place was surrounded by dense forest. It was noon we reached the Upper Nirar after visiting Nallamudi Poonjolai. The road was rough for sometime though we took a short lane along tea valleys so there wasn’t much movement of vehicles and it breeze so fresh in shadiness of roadside raised trees. It’s a place I almost liked in valparai for its complete serenity, cool breeze and pebble streams that run across. It’s a place that said to be almost wet, as it was very close to the area that records the second highest amount of rainfall in India, but what we had to experience is less water that runs like a stream and sunny weather.

As soon we had our lunch, we went down near the water that passes into a tunnel. The canal was just two footstep of water then, my uncle and bro got down to enjoy the stream water. They took over the place for sometime and gone wild similar to the woodsman, caring a bough in hand in scare of animals and we go on tease them by warning. I too was feared and drew up fast as I felt some strange movement. Wherever we go, the elephants dung is left before us to wonder ‘here too’! What a miss opportunity it was to find no solo elephants until climbing down the hills. What the weir and dam is doing is a wonderful job in diverting water into certain passage as in heed of peoples need. It was a two eye tunnel, which carved more than 15km deep into hills to lead water into Kadamparai dam, but I am uncertain with the fact. And the dam water was open to lower Nirar dam.

From the dam we could see the Grass hills peak, an evergreen rainforest area and where it believed everyday rainfall without fail, and Upper Nirar is first in place receiving water from Chinnakallar River. The other side of the dam has some tribal settlement and could see a ruin bridge that ones used for there transport. It was a surprise shock for us for a moment, to have a sign of tiger standing at a distance to know later it was a plant and believed it had came in smell of maya – as she was barking sometime and no wonder if there was a real tiger, because it’s a place one could see wild animals at anytime. I just wished to be there some more time as the place was placid! The Grass hills was something I eagerly looked forward to visit, but the road lead to that place was not good then so I decide to not get troubled ourselves.

By evening we visited the Lower Nirar, which is on our way back from Nirar Weir. It was late to know an elephant passed our way minutes before our arrival, says an old lady who sales something near the Lower Nirar Dam. It was the Dam build along with Upper Nirar in 60’s, by the government of Kamaraj. It also has a tunnel as big as a way to run a lorry. This is one of the worth projects, truly for peoples need and what the earlier govt. done when mechanism and instruments are not good like today and with the only excess of human power. The tunnels that cut across the hills and rock are certainly awesome! Clearing many doubts of those age and clever strategic to achieve this, is not a simple thing to think. Just how much intelligent and hard work it needs to them, to be accurate with the digging process and link the either sides of the tunnel. The darkness really made me astonish, thinking about the fear and courage of those people involved in this process.

The Nirar Dam was a placid reservoir and one of a highest dam in valparai. The view from the dam was scenic and water flows milklike with mild resonate. It was closing time for public and so as some guys caught into trouble by driving inside the tunnel and blocked by elephants, we dropped our plan to visit the tunnel and head to the back of the tunnel some 15km away from the dam. It was an uncommon site where the tunnel ends. Mostly, people don’t come here as it was uneasy to disclose unless you’re more aware about valparai. It was just like a canal and foot path across; a small flow of water from an uncertain hole and the places was surrounded by little flowers. It’s over all gloomy and of course the sun was setting down behind the mountains was such a pleasure indeed. That was our last day in valparai and no other way to deny the accommodation at our relative’s place; hence the wonderful cottage we stayed was handed over to someone booked and we wish until last moment they arrive to leave it unoccupied. It was a night uneasily forgettable to me to the surprise of hornbill noise. I waked suddenly to hear the noise sweet as ever like a romantic guys whistle and I wasn’t expected even though I saw a sign board of Hornbills near there home.

Sorry it doesn’t end actually, there are some more to share promptly about valparai and traveling... Hope u don't have problem with pictures at large 500px × 375px? if anything, let me know. Because I see unequal pixel when checking pictures at Internet Explorer at minimum size of 400px × 300px indirect from flickr.

how many of u check blogs with Internet Explorer than FireFox?

Omakuchi Narasimhan is no more

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

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

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

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

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

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