Monday 25 December 2017

The Moon Thing.

சந்திரமதி.

பசைக் குழந்தை யடி – கண்ணிற்
பாவை யடி சந்திரமதி!
இச்சைக் கினிய மது – என்தன்
இருவிழிக்கு தே நிலவு;
நச்சுத்தலை பாம்புக் குள்ளே – நல்ல
நாகமணி யுள்ளதென்பார்;
துச்சுப் படு நெஞ்சி லே – நின் தன்
சோதி வளரு தடீ!

பேச்சுக் கிடமே தடி! – நீ
பெங்குலத்தின் வெற்றியடி!
ஆச்சர்ய மாயை யடி – எந்தன்
ஆசை குமரி யடி!
நீச்சு நிலை கடந்த – வெள்ள
நீருக் குள்ளே வீழ்ந்தவர் போல்,
தீச்சுடரை வென்ற வொளி – கொண்ட
தேவி! நினை விழந்தேனடி

நீலக் கடலினிலே – நின்தன்
நீண்ட குழல் தோன்றுதடி!
கோல மதியினி லே – நின்தன்
குளிர்ந்த முகங் காணுதடி!
ஞால வெளியினிலே – நின்தன்
ஞான வொளி வீசுதடி!
கால நடையினி லே – நின்தன்
காதல் விளங்குதடி!


Translation:
You with a little child’s heart – A
young lady to see, O moon!
A seductive wine – you are like,
honey dipped moon to my eyes!
Within the venomous snake head – remains
the lovely precious gem,
In the mean heart of mine – your light grows!

What Shall I say – you are the victory
of woman kind!
You are a surprising magic – my
lovable lady!
Like someone jumps – Into the
gushing flood
I lost my mind – in the glow!

In the deep blue sea – I see your
long freckles
In the beautiful moon – I see
your cool face!
In the wide spread earth – Spreads
your wise enlightenment!
Through the time – I understand
your love!

The moon thing.

   Sitting here at my desk, I watch all these perfumed people, smiling in the most unnatural way they can. This has become almost like my hobby, observing people and their way of being. I don’t know if I am rightly called “the eccentric” black sheep out of the whole cluster. But I love black!
  Getting ready, commute, cubicle, work, coffee, work, cubicle, commute, my room…This is my routine. My routine has never bored me! I love living in the presence and just be. A brain that never thinks of anything from the past or future. What more can I ask from the Almighty. So, I never pray! Weekends are to do my laundry and to curl up with books.
  On a normal working day, I was breaking my head on a project. She called me from the next cubicle…
“Hey Hi! New year party is up!”
“oh! Ya!” I didn’t divert my eyes from the monitor.
“We are planning to have fun this evening, parties, dinner, dance…Would you…”
“So?” I said looking at her!
“No, just thought you would join. It’ll be fun ya!”
“No, Thanks!” I said stern and firm.
“Oh my God! That was rude! Too rude for a handsome guy like you.”
I started staring at my monitor again.
The group next to me giggled. Voices went on saying (in local language),
“Avana poi yen kupta?” (Why did you call him?)
“Avaney oru madhiri” (He is eccentric)
“Loosuku friends eh irukadha?” (this mad fellow won’t have any friends?)
“Edho paaka konjam nalla irkan...aanaa psycho” (he looks good but a psycho)
“unakulam kalyanam aitalum” (he will never get married)
And the giggles continued. This is so usual to me but weirdly it never disturbs me! I feel good for the ability to be the way I am!

(M.S: if you expected a cheery conversation when she called me, Sorry! I am not that type! Thank you!)

New Year’s Eve! At my terrace with a steaming hot chocolate, I was gazing at the sky. I do this often and call it love making! So, if you ask me if I ever had sex? No. If I had made love? A big yes.
Moon was my only companion from my childhood. For me she is a girl. My girl. I always feel I have already owned her. Moon as a girl! My girl! I am already in love. To fall in love with a girl and call her Moon? That sounds so detached to me. I fell in love with this Moon and call her my girl. My one and only girl.
She is so beautiful, she has sorted many of my mental blocks. She has given me best of the advices. Her majestic beauty has always taken me! She got me totally! This peace and warmth, I can never imagine getting this from a human. So, if you ask me, Will I fall in love with a girl who makes me feel the same way?! My answer is I am already in love!
Why I am telling you all this by the way? To tell you not to disturb me and to explain you why.

GooodBye!






Sunday 24 December 2017

Easy Chair!

காணி நிலம் வேண்டும்.

காணி நிலம் வேண்டும் – பராசக்தி
கானி நிலம் வேண்டும் – அங்கு
தூணில் அழகியதாய் –  நன்மாடங்கள்
துய்ய நிறத்தினதாய் – அந்தக்
காணி நிலத்திடையே – ஓர் மாளிகை
கட்டித் தரவேணும் – அங்கு
கேணி யருகினிலே - தென்னைமரம் 
கீற்று மிளநீரும்……

 _Subramania Bharathi

Translation: -
I need a piece of land - Goddess Shakthi
I need a piece of land – There,
With beautiful pillars – Goodness of
colourful rooms – I need a
lovely house to be built in 
that piece of land – There again,
A well and beside that should be
a coconut tree with its leaf streaks…


Easy Chair!

Little Ammaiappan loves spending time with his grandfather during his holidays back then. Sitting besides his grandfathe's easy chair and listening to him was his only  chore. Just being. Like of us, he use to love spending time at his Granny’s. That big breezy house amidst bees in that vast land serving sight of butterflies and birds for breakfast, stars and breeze for dinner. Spending the most memorable time of his child hood at his village, Ammaiappan just had one dream in his life, that is to build a copy of this house somewhere in future and spend the rest of his life there.
        When Ammaiappan was in his 50’s he could only save money for a miniature model of his dream house. Finishing the duty of aiding his daughter’s graduation, looking forward to her wedding and his wife’s medical expenses, he could only imagine a decent livelihood in the crazy city he lived. You know in life, many times, the dreams and needs of our loved ones are met only by swallowing our dreams and needs.
In his 60’s, the only fortunate thing he had was his good health. His daughter was married to abroad. His wife was ailing, and his provisional store has lost all its crowd and charm. One evening pondering upon a self-made tea, his thoughts got him anxious. After running for so many years without rest, ticking so many milestones, earning so much money, he couldn’t fulfill his one simple dream. Then something got him excited. A whim of a moment. Just like this self-made tea, this self-made man is also eligible to be prepared at any instance, afresh, without someone’s help. This time he began to run a race for himself. He risked his new business, modifying his provisional stores. Failures, misfortunes and retarded energy made this a very tough journey. But, he was so focused on his only dream that nothing hindered his view. You know sometimes, when your only desire is to taste a fruit, you will never remember how hard it was to peel its skin.
       Now at 75, today, he has just sent off all his guests after his house warming ceremony. I mean the guests were hardly 5 friends. His wife stayed inside a photo frame and his daughter barely calls him, forget how excited she was about his fulfilling dream. After everyone left, he felt a joy that has never got him in these many years. The replica of his grandfather’s house in the outskirts of the city is his own now. With his joyous heart and flooding memories, he reclines in the easy chair recollecting his childhood memoirs and smiles to close his eyes not realizing his last sleep.
Now tell me, is he fortunate or unfortunate?