என் கிராமம்..

அதிகாலை ரயிலின் அரைநிமிட
கடத்தலில், முன்பு கண்படும்
தாவணிக் குயில்கள் - இன்று
Nighty Nightingale-கள் ஆகிவிட்டன ..

கூரைச் சேவலின் கம்பீரக்
கூவல்கள் - நேற்று முளைத்த
Sattelite-குடையின் Sun Music
சப்தத்தில் அடங்கி விட்டன ..

ஆத்தா இடுகின்ற வெங்காய
வத்தல் சுமைகள் தவிர்க்க
packet chips சுவைக்கு பிஞ்சு
நாவுகள் பழகிவிட்டன..

பச்சை கதிர்கள் வளைந்து
நின்ற விளைவயல்கள்,
concrete வீடுகள் நிமிர்ந்து
நிற்கும் 'நகர்'-களாகி விட்டன..

ஆனால் மாடும், மனிதனும்
ஒன்றாய் குளித்து , ஒரு கரையில்
குடலினை கழுவி, மறு கரையில்
குடத்தினில் நிரப்பிச் செல்லும்
சமத்துவம் மட்டும் இன்னும் அப்படியே...

Hi...

hi... :-) soon...

P.S.

and.. ya.. I fogot ta tell you.. someone just randomly gave me the 51st rank among Indian bloggers and sent me a mail with a java script to display the banner to support it.. Whatthe hell? 51st rank? my blog? Anyways.. u can see it on the bottom right corner... ;-)

Hi guys...

Hi... once again.

Its been two weeks since I last kept you posted. I seem to have developed some invisible bonding with some people I have never met. I was confidant they were unaware of me and thought only I saw them and noticed them and missed them and they never knew my existence. I was wrong.

Kamila. She got married on friendship day of this year. Will miss her. I always did. She was one adamant girl. Only me and mama could make it to the wedding. We took our first ever long road trip together. It is a memory I hope I never lose.

We had conversations. We had silence. We had cigarettes. Kamila.

The group has been reducing steadily since the end of college and now its definitely not gonna get back to its full strength. Sad. But I am happy about the last trip we took to college.

August 5.Dhoulath's birthday. A day I have managed to forget or miss somehow for the past 6 years I've known her. This time I wished her from bed. Love you Dhou. We spent time together and as usual I sent her home with tears(not of joy).

Dat is the strangest thing between me and kosu. We have to fight every day. I am the damned guy who always pounces.

I filed my IT returns for the financial year 2008-2009. My company has crossed 10 Lakh turn over. Dats something. But still its bleeding. and now its bleeding worse than ever.

Zuzu. KN.

Life is a test.

Iniya is one blog I have started enjoying a bit too much. I am jealous of her. How can you write so well when I can't? damnit.

Monica. What do I say? Donn get to spend time wid her lately. Is it meant to be dis way? Something has changed.

Have gotten into this habit of watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S at midnight everyday. Too bad.

Priya! I miss her nowadays. She's a teacher and is too busy to write much. I miss the michievous girl whose blog I stumbled upon and couldnt stop myself from roling on the loor laughing. She didnt write jokes. She just wrote plain stuff. Open. On the face. so funny. Hope she gets to write a little more.

Had wine last night. Had quite a bit. (little more than half a bottle). God!, I am happy I hate it.

Business. Life. Love. Equally sinking. I am seriously thinking of getting myself hired. Would it work? Damn it would. I am a listener. And listeners are gud workers.. Just as listeners are gud bosses.

Sharanya and Nisha are getting married on the same day. I suddenly donn remember is Swatha was engaged or wedded. :-\

Math got married. The guy was hansome. To most of our envy. Wishes guys. Have I written about it already? ya.. probably... Dinesh has a job, building a house. Zuzu works for intel, buying own house. Riaz is publishing his book. Aarthi is a professional.Doctor. Keyyan has got a job . Works in Australia. Has gotten married. Bought his own house. Harishankar joining MBA. Flying to US. Mahendran, Mahadeer earning to their families' expectations. Ashwin. What have I to show?

Oli, Work harder.

Dreams are gud buddy. But wake up. There is no God who would grant you a boon and make you rich. What is common between all the people above? They all work. Hard.

Thaatha and Aatha are here for medical attention. Hope they get okay. Hope something clicks. Hope I get a break.

Hope.

Bye!!

வருக வருக தௌலத் அவர்களே !!!!

Dhoulath has finally started a blog. :-)

Blog Name:

"திருடிய கவிதைகள்"

Caption :

"என் இதயத்தை திருடிய கவிதைகள் " -நு போட்டு என் இதயத்தை touch பண்ணிட்டா..

Link:

http://ThirudiaKavidhaikal.blogspot.com

ஹ்ம்ம்... அனைவரும் படிங்க , முகம் தெரியா அந்த கவிஞர்(களை) பாராட்டுங்க...... :-)

"Excuse me...."

"Excuse me...." he said. She turned looking puzzled for a second and turned back. She hadn't heard him. "EXCUSE me..." He was a little louder this time. She was already looking at him. Her eyes were doing something to him. There was something about her.

He tried to sound polite, "Eh..er... I am not from these parts.. I..I.. Wanna go to Ezzeres, Can you please help me?". She gave a stare. Her eyes trying to dig out something from his eyes. "Do we wait her for the bus? The sign says there is one at 6:30...." He didnt sound as harmless as he wanted to. And somehow the 'we' troubled her. She slightly nodded.If you can call that a nod. Only those who are looking for it would even notice. She looked up at the sky. The clouds were forming. She looked down, staring at the ground again.

They waited.

His dress didnt seem to go with his destination. He was built heavily. His hair unmanaged and tangled. His eyes were baggy and red, probably from alchohol.They roamed on her, examining her, from top to bottom, suddenly jumping to the road now and then as if to check if anyone else was coming by.She was looking down at the ground. Never raising her head.

No vehicle seemed to pass by.No one was around. The public bus which was supposed to have arrived half an hour ago (according to the sign) was yetto be seen. The winds were forming small swirls... rasing dust and garbage.

A square piece of paper carried of by the roughing winds hit on him. He picked it. It was a very old PIWG. One of the notices that the government distributes from time to time, to warn the people about criminals, epidemics, or 'other dangers’.

It started to drizzle and darkness blanketted in seconds. Winds made her long skirt fly and flutter, while the droplets were making her shirt cling to her chest. She could sense his every look. Her heart was beating faster every second.

He became weary. It was clear he didn’t want her to catch a look at the paper he was holding. She might guess. He quickly and carefully folded it and put it into his pocket.

He slowly moved. The bag he was carrying seemed to have something long and heavy. He tried and moved it under the shelter of the bus stop and put it on the floor with a 'cling'. Then slowly moved behind her, out of her view.

Her heart beat was at the fastest.She couldn't bear it anymore. She heard his breath behind her, and a twig break, and Boooomm...BOOMMM.... the tiny sound was engulfed by a thunder. Her eyes twitched.

She was motionless. He was lying next to her. Shivering and blood spurting out. She moved slowly, her lust and thirst both satisfied. She was in no hurry. She wiped the blood off her mouth. Letting the rain wash down her bloody hands. Smiled at the lightning. She walked into the darkness.

Questions and Answers...!

Saw an advertisement about a 'Baghavad Gita' discourse the back of a city bus. And It Read something like :

Bhagvad Gita - Chapter 5,
Discourse by So n So,

Disciple and daughter of So n so on such a such date

Is Renunciation

- Isolation from Society?

- Abstinence from possessions?

- Limiting of Pleasure and Enjoyment?

All are Welcome.

- Date, Venue,Time,etc.,

And when I was thinking abt those questions I was reading, there was a song playing in my radio which went

" .......முத்துமணி ரத்தினங்களும், கட்டிய பவழமும்,
கொத்துமலர் அற்புதங்களும், குவிந்த அதரமும், சிற்றிடையும்,
சின்ன விரலும், வில்லெனும் புருவமும், சுற்றிவரச் செய்யும் விழியும்,
சுந்தர மொழிகளும், எண்ணிவிட மறந்தால் எதற்கோ பிறவி
இத்தனையும் இழந்தால் அவன்தான் துறவி..... "

I just smiled..... :-)

Dear all,

How have you been? I know its been long since I wrote anything in this space, but it was not due to lack of time or lack of stuff to write, but only due to some unknown block that wouldn't let me put down what I want to...I just wonder how ppl manage to write and entire books. Hope I can get myself to write something worthy.

So, what has been happening in my life after the 22 of May? Accidents, major-major shocks, some backbiting by 'friends', small trips, some serious re-working of office stuff , some moral dilemmas, old friends, missed out weddings, a reconciliation , and a farewell, etc,.

If I go on to explain each of the above events in detail, I think it would become too much of a lengthy post and hence I would stop with describing one or two as we go.

The Accident- happened on as sunday durin de drive towards Q's. I am stil not able to determine if the mistake was mine, or on the brakes or on the guy b4 me. I bumped into him only to get another guy rammed into my boot. There were kids in my car for God's sake, I must be more careful from now on. But I wasn't nervous one bit, and it surprised me. Anyways, it cost me 4971 bucks exactly and a whole week without car.

Major shock involves deception from people you would never expect. Love, trust, everything's gone ina second. I still hope to find out that it was all a mistake. plz.

Back Biters.. Silly guys.. Guys, plz grow up.

Went on to Pondicherry for a day. Its the first time I've actually been there. the previous time I was in the 'state' was for like...what..... half an hour?..... So that really doesnt count, does it? The beach was nice, the coffee shops were nice, the roads were nice... On the whole, It was fantastic.

I missed a coupla weddings. Both nice ppl though not close to me. I am sorry guys, wish you a very very very happy married life!!!

hkmm... Kamila is gettin married. this time its real. She has quit her job. She left on Sunday. We(Mama, Aswin,Dhou, Myself) gave her a farewell. It went on pretty decently. We went to college. It was wonderful. The things mama does for her... they r so sweet. The guy acts tough.. but he has no idea.




We missed Maha n Mahe badly. How I wish they had been with us that day. K said she was sorry and gave us parting gifts. They were ok. Actually nice. I am tryin my best to forget all the sourness, but Its upto d to say. Lets see.

One more nice thing... Look at the picture below.. Did I tell you guys that I got an article about me in Hindu? Notice closely and you can see it pasted on the notice board!!


Ya, It was the same notice board which said "Arul.Oli suspended for 3 weeks and fined Rs.3500"(<--- will put in the exact words soon as I have the notice copy wid me.) And Its akka's B'day this sunday. Just thought you should know. Wanna upload lot more pictures, but Google blog allows me only certain space and I am already almost ful... k, cya! Until next time..

தமிழா...

ஈழம்-வெல்லும் நாள்
தூரம் செல்லலாம் ..
சோழன் கொடி பறக்க
வேலை தள்ளலாம்...

மரணம்தனைக் கண்டு
மனமும் கலங்கலாம்
சூது- இருள் கவிழ்த்து
இரங்கல் பாடலாம்...

ஆனால்,
இரவினைக் கிழித்து
வான்தனை எரித்து
மறைந்த ஆதவன்
உதயம் ஆவான்...

செத்து மடிந்தவன்
வித்தாய் மாறி- நம்
இரத்தம் சதையில்
சித்தம் மீள்வான்..

புயல் போல் மீண்டும்
யுத்தம் தொடங்கும்
தமிழா! என்றவன்
குரல் வான் ஒலிக்கும்...

அந்நொடி வரை நீ
பொறுத்திரு அனலாய்
உன்நொடியும் வரும்
துடித்திரு தமிழா...!

கிறுக்கல் வலைப்பதிவு. சுஜாதாவைப் பற்றி படிக்கின்ற பொழுதெல்லாம் மனதில் ஒரு கணம் ஒரு கனம். அந்த அழுகை வெளியே வந்து விட்டால் நல்லது என்று தோன்றுகிறது.

என்னை விட சுஜாதாவை complan போல் கரைத்து குடித்து, horlicks போல் அப்படியே சாப்பிட்டு இன்னுமும் கேட்கும் வாசகர்கள்/ ரசிகர்கள் பல ஆயிரம் இருப்பார்கள். தெரியும் . இருந்தாலும் இந்த சின்ன ரசிகனுக்கும் பெரிய வலி தான்.

வாழ்க்கையில் ஒரு முறையாவது அவரை பார்த்து விட வேண்டும், பேசி விட வேண்டும் என்று ஆசைப் பட்டுக்கொன்டிருந்தேன்.. இனி ஏக்கப்பட்டுக்கொண்டிருப்பேன் .

"....'ஒளி' நல்ல தமிழ் பேர்யா " என்று அவர் கூறுவதாக அவ்வப்பொழுது நினைத்துகொள்வேன்.

குமுதத்தில் சுஜாதா நினைவுகள் படித்த ஒவ்வொரு வாரமும் இதே நிலை தான். சுஜாதாவைப் போல் ஒரு எழுத்தாளனை "some people are just born great" என்ற category இல் தான் வைக்க வேண்டும், because there is no other explanation.

இதை போன்ற எழுத்துக்களை அவருக்கு யாரேனும் சொல்லித்தந்தார்கள் என்றால் கடவுள் மீது எனக்குள்ள நம்பிக்கை போய்விடும்.