About an elder women

Misery and grief of great gran rule by our very moments in past and my presence of observing than nothing doing in silence view across this very old women right oppose our native home in Adyar. The rest in the balcony obviously make attending the elder women, who I know from my earlier; just thought at glance that she sits beside the street just like that and gets away certainly, but her stay extends now and then. Moments later I know from my cousin that she obtain that place, what make sure her baskets and few think left over. The space she occupies was someone’s gateway what mostly closed it partially, along my stay I noticed the kindly residing the house did nothing to try her get away or showing distress above the seizure. Anyone could easily get to a thought that she may be abandoned by her children, so she left to live on street and I was not interested to leave whatever as it is and I know she did bit more to her family in bulls maintaining.

Then later my cousin spoke that her family shifted to another place and sold there home. Not far away, this elder woman was taken along with them, later again she returned to the aboriginal ignoring her son’s haven and care. It was thought that me like more than staying with her son, she loved to be ground and sojourn aboriginal. I know there family where staying over about ours and known familiarly by elders; and there were former practice between them and our grandfather in bulls and milk profession. This was something felt me unusually and wonders where she lives independently in her own valor and does whatever she could to earn herself. Throughout my stay I saw her doing everyday some work and sweeping her own cloths; getting somewhere the coconut leaves to sharpen them to broomsticks, selling coconut slices and bananas. From the back at staying with family, she used to business with bananas, like else wandering around my area I see her to spread mat to sell the bananas roadside, which we never want to have, is as could easily go to waste basket.

This is a very thing I know a mother abandon her children for staying indigenous. Somehow the nativities help her at nights, giving her shelter for sleep and resting. She extends her life by the little things she gives up with energy and work; buys anything with sum she earns and except from helping families around in food and money. Nothing to see her in misery, and anyone could reach her may hesitate by her appearance that’s nothing more to her expressions and sometimes what she spells is miserable and I could see her blaming those helping her in there back, its unhappy to be and the courage at this age! Think she should be around eighty, was healthy to go wandering anywhere on her own. The things that grimy back the residence is her habit of bringing down the cow dung to public dustbin, from far away two streets her home and it was her son who drive the buffalos toward tea shop to sell milk at spot payment. It was something like until two year back or before we left our home it’s been a continuing process. Just coming across a friend blog about care on aged inspire me to write about this elder women. Out of the gray side, there is something the courage reveals from her.

Wind energy

Pacific air to breathe
breeze that caress sense
wind that blows power
storm that bring clouds
destroys if it’s tempest

Lack of wind face the problem
mind that not saves further suffers;
we have the space the most left outside
just inside closed doors
we ventilate through ventilator.

Heat derives outer in space
cool arrives inner enclosure
wonder what does wastage current
when nature exist adjacent

Felt the strong winds of this season
smiling like wide branches of gulmohar
moving either sides of wind blowing
slackening in the late meridian power cuts

Broadness of streets and cut down trees
single homes to multi storied buildings
future is in dependence, construction filled the space
what does the lovely pot plants in terrace helps?

Thanks ruler to think us the importance
still some blames and not thinks of late
life that depends more today’s current
where does comes the wind without trees
and nature is best without it where does we ahead.

# The picture taken at my native home, someone grow a banana tree on there terrace.

Pretty Piaa

From the first time watching i was attending this song every time it flashes. Truly felt like something exists from my dream, the very cute girl Piaa in her beautiful expressions. The song deals with a girl enjoying her boyfriend’s presence, the smiling and facial emotion to adorable. The song from ‘poi solla porom’, is utmost my favorite right now. I try to translate the song which is below.

Without speaking a word
without seeing a sight
your silence does something
without blowing storm wind
without an earthquake
my heart is sliding on you.

If I ask to stop stop
my heart never gets
if I tell to speak speak
my lips resist to speak
even thus it gives suffer I like

Hai oh hai oh hai oh for me love closed in
pai ya pai ya pai ya insane seized me

You go go go my night to tell him
that there isn’t sleep for long time
You go go go my night to tell him
that there isn’t sleep for long time

When eyelid both to close, I think of you
will give my heart ally book, you come read if you
If you went saying noting
don’t you know my love?
The speaking language of eyes
can’t you understand my dear?
Hai oh hai oh hai oh for me love closed in
pai ya pai ya pai ya insane seized me

Without speaking a word
without seeing a sight
your silence does something…..

Sweet gesture

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My uncle’s daughter Chamyuktha completes a year today and I sent this card to her. For everyone there 1st birthday remains always for special and to wonder actually we don’t remember what happen this day, but the things and pictures exist are witness. Sometime our parents recall what we did on that day, the sweet gesture what we try to figure out later. The long lost relatives, little friends and neighbors can be seen in pictures, many may be been thinking or not, but we have them in our special cell corrosion pictures. At every stage of life we display it to someone special come across to comment how sweet and cute we are, and noting bothers how presence, we feel happy with smiles.

I think what does separates us now in thoughts and occupation, where gone the overt innocence not distinguish then. We grow and practice at different place, the interest and aim diverse to different path. Routine life gives little space or not to think and seek relation, sometimes denote in mind where u gone man and think what calculates the distance between us is insignificant. We glimpse on old pictures, but mind follows with moments and memories taking over our plans further and utmost smiles within.

I wish she have a special day today. The current song dedicating is Nilla Kaigirathu, one of my all time favorite, and harini singed it so sweet in her 13, well turn me to be her fan.

Pause and think

Is violated everywhere. Gandhi brought freedom from people who wanted to control nation and treat people into slavery in a non-violence process, but how can his way of teaching can stop the terrorism and communal violence holding today? It was some thought how many of we think about non-violence and try to follow the smooth way than the rougher path just for least disturbance or hatred. Some make there life a genuine what is not quite ever all and some pass on there thoughts they come across in understand and bring from realism. Religion and reality disturb the peace, and everyone own there place in democracy which is stealing by mobs and rage occupation. Even in time of independence struggle there was multiple communications, comes under one unity ‘India’, but what today happening was unity among someone community which despise others and try to plug off democratic current.

Terrorism is spreading like disease hatred by everyone, the blast in which takes bunch of people to death. Every time I get chance in express unity, which is very strong tool to save from ill threat. And how well we come closer is matter in strange people and still people there to calculate in our back wrap with smile before. Gandhi’s non-violence movement turns wide eyes to look different defeating the cruelty minds and world wars, but was it possible today with people fighting for separatism or individual nation. No, I don’t mind it could, where some waiting for the opponents to bend down to stamp there foot like idiot without pause and think. If some let back is to give way further and to future, and to meet both ends is to bend not could it break. Earth is one we hope, and live evidently, but where comes the lives and we should not forget it and make apart.

Where do we carry the hatred and greedy to destruction? To half the daily papers, is most what witness takes over and is the violation of children and women. Its bloody shit if what the same expect from a partner as well in a child, just for desire and sum is right take away the lives to destruction? Where does the freedom and dream of Mahatma gone, is he the only then lived message alone! When one could follow in blind way towards something, why not see with given eyes the truth. Truth alone gives pleasure, in lose we are in fear and anger (on ourselves) which ends in violence.

Let end this in dream of Gandhi, he says: “I shall work for an India in which the poorest shall feel it is their country in whose making they have an effective voice; an India in which there shall be no high class and low class of people; an India in which all communities shall live in perfect harmony. There can be no room in such an India for the curse of untouchability or the curse of intoxicating drinks and drugs. Women shall enjoy the same rights as men. Since we shall be at peace with all the rest of the world, neither exploiting, nor being exploited, we should have the smallest army imaginable. This is the India of my dreams.” – Mahatma Gandhi

Retort in images

Just for fun, took myself this Mosaic Tag

The rules of the Mosaic tag are as follows:-

Type your answer to the questions into Flickr search.
Using only the first page, pick an image.
Copy and paste each of the URLS of the images into the
mosaic maker.
Save a copy to your PC and then post it in your blog.
At the end of the blog add your friends name and links, whom you want to tag the same.

The questions are as follows:-

1. What is your first name?
Jeevan

2. What is your favorite food? right now?
It’s the Tamil month of puratasi, so no home making of fish, and wish grandma made to bring for me

3. What high school did you go to?
Climbed up to 8

4. What is your favorite color?
Some tell boys don’t like pink! Doesn’t matter I like the color

5. Who is your celebrity crush?
She is an south Indian actress.

6. What is your favorite drink?
Of the carbonation I used to keep away this soft drink and prefer to tender coconut. Until late it’s my most fav, there was time its limitless having with cousin uncle.

7. What is your dream vacation?
Love going in ocean, silently watching moon, stars and quite water in sailing at star cruise ship.

8. What is your favorite dessert?
The taste of chocolate cream made with cake.

9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Feel ‘Life is beautiful’.

10. What do you love most in life?
A complete love live is with my parents.

11. What is one word that describes you?
Human

12. What is your user name?
Answer of 1st

1. amy-dave-jeevan, 2. Koshy's fish curry, Kerala style, 3. II/8 . Flamenc, Flamenco, Phoenicopterus ruber, Greater Flamingo, 4. Pink or Black ?, 5. Sexy Trisha Photo, 6. Icy Coke, 7. Moonlit Cruise, 8. Hersheys Chocolate Cake 2, 9. life is beautiful, 10. Parenting, 11. Human Touch, 12. amy-dave-jeevan

PS.Browsed it to see its a 'pedobear' hiding in the picture of my last post!

From A Distance

Step back from your computer.

Slough like startle

Late night or early morning before the dark exit, waken to experience a funniest moment. Maya begins it all by yapping sometime like non-stop nonsense and we warned her few time to be quite, but still she continues barking differently and we know she would easily frighten anything for dissimilar, so finally made attend her unreason barking and mom lights on to glance for what she resonant. Mummy was manic for a second to hasten us there was a snake under the cot! We shook asking her, what u are telling. Are u sure snake under the cot? Mom replayed yes, and makes us to get out soon, as she removes maya loosing her chain tied in the cot. We don’t know whether to believe or not with strong doubt is that some other looking like snake, but what to do ‘pamba parthu padaiea nadungum bothu, intha payan emmathiram’ (when a force itself tremors witnessing snake, what exception this boy) haha… jokes apart in little scare ‘muzuka nanaitha piragu mukkadu eatharku’ (when dissolved fully why to close with a curtain) lol; ok in scare I called mom to bring wheelchair quicker and was out of bedroom in less than a minute.

And mom wants to call watchman, dad too conform its snake alone and both scare, but bro make calm and guessed it should be some snake like curtain roll. Bravely he goes ahead with a stick to move the cot, I warned in hesitate, though he moved and too the snake like thing. He bring out the snake what is lounge suit design, which revels like slough in dim light and it’s all just scare and rumor remains created by mom. And we can’t blame her incase in manner to look anything strange startle. Thus we no need to wonder if there was a real snake under the cot, as we know there are snakes and mongoose at other side of our neighbor compound which covers an empty ground with compact woods and creepers. Rarely we visible the snakes spin on branches and in ground, purl and rustle of plants like snakes moving and noises of mongoose fighting! Laughing myself thinking this funny incident throughout the day, and teasing mom for her innocence behavior, to join with uncle its gone a laughter day today.

Happy weekend buddies :)

Is right the picture

Saw the sketched and graphic pictures of the suspected terrorist on newspaper those involved in the recent New Delhi blast which kills two dozen and 100 injured. The sketch of faces belongs to 20-25 age groups. One who kept the bomb at the market and another planted the bombs at Barakhamba road. That sketches where made on the basic of witnesses of body identity, and using special software brought the face pictures. But what I think is how accurate these sketches are? What there won’t be any innocent with that face? How could be the treatment by police on the people who have the similar face of the suspected guessed? How dispute the face with and what they don’t know the culprit in sketches really exist.

Is the innocence with facing sketches really brought to torture to say where they are blind about to answer what never seen? I wonder in what manner they respected and to be kind in investigating, I condole were they are forced to accept in threatening. Just thought like a situation comes suppose to someone, what must be felt.

:)

Last night dad missed his cell phone somewhere within home, so he dialed the number from another cell to find where it was. No were the ring tones, after sometime I felt the vibration sound and then everyone to search accordingly behind pillows, bed, shelves, around computer ect… but the place it lies been secret. We hear the buzz from left-hand side of the room, were closet, cot and pc table stable, and we know the sound come somewhere here and there. Just in searching maya barks, then slightly a doubt raise is she taken the cell somewhere. It always does this, whatever she got gets under inside the cot end and begin to bite, some days back too she took our cell and gone inside the cot and it stressed to bring her out. And every time someone bends to glance under cot she starts to bark, and this time too like, but it was not the cell found, just false idea. To dial again the buzz sound, where else it was suddenly thought to check the closet, open the doors it ring tones inside the drawer. It was laughter moment nearly to sleep and felt maya was innocent in this case. Her naughtiness going limitless these days and everything were shifted out of her stand, every night begins an argument on disagree with bro about her and turns away the talk end in sleep.

The picture was taken on Monday beach visit, it was four days of holiday here, first time a govt. holiday for Onam and Anna Durai’s century birthday. Sunday night uncle visits home for dinner and they had a function in morning of ear ring wearing for there kids I was not attending, so they came home and it was nice moments spent with kids, more smiles and pleasure.

Bestow Blog Awards

Recently my dears in blog honored me with awards for what they feel am right person to have. I sincerely thank each one made my days so happy and wonder how truly I admired to get there attention. Thank you so much dears. Now it’s my turn to pass on.

Lovely Keshi awards me with Blogging Friends Forever. We share here nearly my blogging years; it means of our long lasting friendship in blogging and wish to see it forever. So on the way this award to goes to:

Balaji – He is a wonderful mate and brother to practice; he love train journeys, observe the beautiful nature and moments he comes across, in sharing with people he is best. He always encourages me, and it’s my pleasure meeting him sometime back.

Amutha – Her tulip speaks sweet. She writes exactly what to be convinced or express. She shares whatever interesting and important event with pictures. I wish all her 2008 resolutions exist, wow she have a new car right now ;)

Sivanesan (GP) – He is my great brother, who really cares ever I miss in online and bolgging (that doesn’t mean none cares than him). He is a science fiction writer, interacts with human, universe, ghost and dreams. He is another one been in touch with me almost blogging.

Priya – As she already received the brilliant weblog award, so I pass this to her. Her thoughts are worth, and anyone can agree as those bring positive changes. She flows like stream of poems, to read it feel beautiful and nature. To add she is a good photographer, introduce many new bloggers through her site.

Brilliant weblog award given my Priya, now I pass this to:

Karthik – Even though he is no more, his reflections are more. I never know him before visiting his blog, but learning about him through his mother (now my mother too). I really wonder at his intelligent and bet someone like him to born is very rare. A perfect person to praise this award! If karthik was special to earth, just think how that could possible without his mother, who brought him to this world as best person? So I giver this award to Karthik Amma!

Kavi – He has his style of writing and made to wonder with interesting matters. Wherever he goes, capture the moments in pictures and express with words truly. These days he watches more Hindi movies and comes with neat reviews.

Sameera – She is a wonderful short story and prose poetry writer, she brings the exact scene to feel into fantasy. Her poems are more on Love and as social message. A lovely blogger :)

Meghna – She is a very young and sweet sis in 13. She could inspire anyone through her creative and gives pleasure her own fairytale stories. She shares her school experiences and pranks of loveable, and she is a reading enthusiastic.

Annie – She have the patience more than enough waiting to become a published writer. More confident person and pretty talented writer, and spent more time with nature. A wonderful photographer and turns to welcome visitors with a cup of tea ;)

Kalyan – On every events he was there to highlight the occasion and decorate with pictures and provide information regarding. Everyone can enjoy the feel in his description and whatever it may, takes us along. This Eden garden native, take us through the heavens garden of India and its culture, heritage and tradition, cuisine, peoples lifestyle ect...

Dear Lalitha awarded me this, so I pass it to:

Keshi – What she write is right from her heart and there is a wonderful writer in her. She is more fun loving person, truly enjoys her exist and her words heal our courage. My favorite blogger in the world.

Vishesh – He is very intelligent and his teen does nothing to his knowledge! He flow stream of thoughts and questions through poem. He comes out with interesting ideas and makes us think what his picture speaks!

Thooya – She is a Tamil blogger who got more affection on language and people, which brought her here. She shares her sorrow and experience in Elam, sometime gives interesting facts around. She is one sweetest and loving friend of mine and she cooks well ;)

Krystyna – She is a wonderful person in heart, prays for peace and happiness to all. She gives more useful tips to stay healthy and she read more books related to health and share with us. She has very cute and sweet grandsons, and cares more for Kevin who is undergoing chemotherapy for leukemia. ‘Don’t worry dear, we all here to pray for him, and wish for positive indeed.’

Shiva – He writes more on social awareness and beautifully poems on nature, people, poverty… he have good memories and shares his experience whenever. Think he travels more to not update often, but he doesn’t miss sharing my posts. Thanks dear :)

Jeeves – She simply writes poem, lovely and what it means more.

Prema – She shares techno information; thoughts and any interesting experience. She loves children, pets and more cars!

Lakshmi – She writes her journey experience and describes the places which rarely noticed by people. She interested on exploring history, heritages, people culture, practice ect... more than enough pictures let us visiting the place and lots of information provides her blog.

All our bloggers deserve this awards; if I left someone don’t feel, i love you all for whatever u r right now if i missed.

Dhaam Doom

A beautiful display of firecracker with sound… dhaam dhoom! Another quality movie in my view.

The plot is how come an Indian doctor caught into trouble going to attending conference in Russia and fought to return from a country of unaware language to hand locks his sweet-cute-heart in India. In-between the memories past encounter his girl and explore desires. It’s a visual treat from late Jeeva and a step further to actor Jayam Ravi, he act, fight, and dance well, success out of his homemade movies. Heroine Kangana Ranaut stole heart in her beauty along with the countryside scenery. It’s opened into grand and put on fast track and soon the Russian model smile understands where the movie moves. We can’t expect anything than better, Jeeva tries giving a Hollywood flick in touch of Indian moviemaking. As much the story centre to Russian incident, there is nothing strong expectation in love struggle and village attention. Being a village girl, casually bind with hero at first sight is striking somewhere and the usual naughty girl playing in street with children (what can expect then).

Lakshmi Roy just used to run with him, and whatever the idea is made by hero. Jayram turn to be negative, but the secret doest interest the mood into thriller and it tires simply searching the tail to head. There is something I don’t know why the Indian flag left behind when Ravi fell under bullets and what I expect the usual logic and helicopter chasing is missing. Many scenes where just moved from English movies captured in and around St.Petersburg, but the countryside of pollachi is refreshing. Some character are nothing to do in add frames, Ravi’s friend seems director to have a fortune touch of his preview film. Jeeva was not to think before Unnalea Unnalea and I really get confused at his debut to think his route is not for us, and I like him as cinematographer after Run. The background scoring has a good effort, a kind of action and a picture to watching in theater to enjoy visually.
Songs are top of year already and the picturesque are such lovely! Anbe En Anbe was stunning in the background of beautiful coorg and the girl. I wonder how come my favorite song Azhiyela mukkulikum azhea, as well its lines it kept poetic touch bind within Innova car. Thikku thikku is a pub song; few fast choreography and Pudupudu… have some dhaam dhoom beats striking in digital sound, getting away the words. It’s a lose of director who see and reflect the beauty through his camera technically as well differently.

Kunnakudi pass away

Music is to enjoy anytime as it gives enthusiastic, and no need a matter of knowing Carnatic music, but something to miss the demand increases. Anyone can rub the string with bow to outcomes a sound or tone, but tuning them to rhythm is a beautiful art everyone can’t bring pleasure. The person whom I truly admire for contributing himself to music and up bringing the instrument an interesting model for any generation is none than our great renowned Violinist Kunnakudi Vaidyanathan! On most eventful days I happen to listen his early morning performance in television playing some old and famous Tamil songs through his violin and to wonder how he arrange the verses according to origin just rubbing the strings and moving fingers.

Today I was watching his late videos and interview on television and really felt how lose the death of him to his fans. He told about mother lap, describing his fondling to his native place which brought him renowned name Kunnakudi Vaiyanathan and he plays violin beautifully adorning the way songs composed by musicians of then and now to seeing his expressions to feel the true involvement within itself. I always love someone giving their expressive the way song penned, put a feel for the uttering words, but he don’t use the words in replace with string sounds. No one can replace his position if not for music, but the person himself and kind being. If not him, his creativity of sounds will exist everywhere.

Here's more about the Legend, Kannukudi Vaiyanathan

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.

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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.