Voyagers on a Journey..!!

Why is my life, always in pain and doldrums..

Why is everyone, judging watching me from a distance..

Am I a culprit, am I a miscreant, am I a criminal..

Why am I always made to go through the static thought process of people..

Life, sometimes becomes so entangled, in ruthless pains and desolations..

Everything seems meaningless, a nebulous emptiness is there, my soul is covered in abrasions…

I feel like a being.., who’s never been cared for, loved or understood…

But then, love is to give others, without any conditions and falsehood…

I get a voice from inside telling me the essence of living life of a human…

Love your fellow beings and try to share their pains as rest of all, is just illusion

Sharing distress is more valuable than sharing the feeling of exhilaration

Cause happiness has lots of fellows but no one is there in your afflictions

Why to nurture hatred and discrimination, when we all are just a bunch of voyagers on a journey…

Everything is going to be left behind; and all of us will be there at His mercy..!!

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Lessons from the Past

” When Bismarck created Germany he needed one man above all others: the Prussian King Wilhelm. It was not an easy relationship – it was hard to be king under Bismarck – but in the end he supported his brilliant minister, who in turn made him Emperor of Germany. This teaches an important lesson. An astute leader chooses his council wisely-having prudent and independent ministers is the most valuable asset in a leader’s treasure chest!”

The Magicians of Madras – Ratnam and Rehman

Trains, rain, sea waves crashing upon the shore, flirting eye contact with your crush. To this add a Rahman track. Tadaa! Magic indeed!

The year 1992, a mere 5 year old I was. It was a holiday because it was Independence Day and amongst the black & white newspaper stood out the poster of Mani Ratnam’s latest movie, Roja. The music director of this flick was a newbie called A.R Rahman. Being from the south I was quite familiar with a lot of Malayalam songs and had often heard of Ilaiyaraaja famous for songs in Tamil. People down south worshipped his music.

A little known boy who up until then was scoring jingles for ads was putting an end to the Raja- Ratnam love saga. It almost raised alarms in the minds of a lot of people.

It’s been 25 long and glorious years of Rahman in our lives. With the release of Mani Ratnam’s latest venture, Kaatru Veliyidai on April 7 last year, Rahman has made it a full circle, completing silver jubilee in the industry with the man who started it all.

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The partnership of Rahman and Ratnam is mystical, almost like a Khalil Gibran quote – a union that draws the best of each other, complementary, while maintaining spaces and individual identity, a match made in heaven, the perfect relationship.

Invariably, the best work of Rahman has come under the tutelage of Ratnam, and Ratnam’s box office duds have remained in our collective conscious because though the movie may have failed us, the music didn’t. As a petulant and impressionable 5 year old, my first love was the chart topper Dil hai chota sa..(Tamil it was Chinna China Aasai). With each passing day, the Roja album was increasing in popularity and when it was listed among the 10 all-time best soundtracks of the world by TIME magazine, I couldn’t decide if I loved Yeh haseen vadiyaan or Roja jaane mann (Pudhuvellai Mazhai or Kadhal Rojave) more.

Pudhu vellai mazhai is the quintessential romantic song; the glass shattering like opening sequence is in perfect harmony with the visuals of a new bride encountering snow for the first time in her life. “Iru kaigal theendatha penmaiyai un kangal panthadudho”, (The femininity that couldn’t be kindled by hands, ie physically, succumbs to your eyes). How did the trio of Rahman-Ratnam-Vairumuthu, describe a woman’s mind so evocatively? The falling in love of a married couple, discovering each other while exploring a new territory felt surreal while the love and loneliness was palpable in SPB’s (S. P. Balasubrahmanyam) soulful baritone in Kadhal Rojave. Raaja’s songs are evergreen; Rahman’s will be short lived like his jingles they said. However, like many others, I was sold!

Audiotapes were the only source to listen to music tracks in those days and the Bombay tape (1995), for instance, has screeched out of agony. Life hacks then included knowing which song to pause on A side so that it would stop at the song we wanted to listen to on side B. The racy Humma Humma (Bombay) was our rite of passage to sexual awakening as we started understanding the lyrics. (I am sure every child remembers secretly enjoying the song on big screen while sitting next to an equally enjoying, but squirming parent). Even the track Kannalane ennai kannai (Kehna hi kya) reminds one of forbidden love, the pains of loving the unknown.

Soon it was hard to keep our Madras Mozart hidden from the prying eyes of Bombay. It was time to share our legend with Bollywood and so we did with a little bit of pride and a lot of misgiving. We were jealous when Dil Se Re sounded better in Hindi and the Tamil Chaiya Chaiya lacked the punch that the original had.

Trains, rain, waves, mirrors, and flirting eye contact with a cute guy across the wedding hall. To this add a Rahman track. Tadaa!  Magic. There is a no greater testimony to the adage ‘the whole is a sum of its parts’ than Mani Ratnam’s films that are a perfect amalgamation of music, lyrics, and stunning visual aesthetic.

Ratnam, they say, also extracts the best performance from his actors (who would ever believe that Iruvar was Aishwarya Rai Bacchan’s first film?)  I admit that I was a hormonal teenager in the early 2000s when Alaipayuthey (Saathiya in Hindi) released, but there wasn’t a single girl whose heart didn’t skip a beat at the opening shot of Madhavan riding a bike while Endrendrum Punnagai played on. We didn’t wish at Maddy in other movies as much as we did in Ratnam’s.

Over the years, I trudged my feet across the line, from being an incurable romantic to the cynic who cannot watch a romantic movie without wanting to sigh every half an hour or hold my head in agony. The irritation simmered to a new high when I watched OK Kanmani, the story of a young couple falling in love over a couple of cutesy zingers before tumbling predictably into holy matrimony. A goofy Dulquer managed to thaw me a little. I had almost given up on the film when the mellifluous Ay Sinamika, in the velvety vocals of Karthik appeared. It made me want to fall in love all over again, at least for those five minutes.

Chart toppers aside, the underrated Easter eggs of Rahman’s have always been my personal favourites- the achingly beautiful Poongatrile (Uyire), the flirty Nenjam Ellam (Ayutha Ezhuthu) or the classic Ay Hairathe (Guru). Perhaps that’s the genius of Ratnam, the ability to execute the images in his mind’s eye into eye-catching visuals like the haunting Naan Varuven from Raavanan set to the arresting visuals of Vikram plunging to death or the slow- motion sequences of Kadhal Sadugudu, sung as a mischievous ode by SPB Charan.

Though Rahman is part of several other successful collaborations, with directors Shankar, Gautham Menon and Imitiaz Ali, the Rahman-Ratnam duo have the old familiarity, like the nostalgia and comfort of coming home. They made us long for people we’ve never met. They were balm for the soul.

The release of Kaatru Veliyidai reminds me of a simple joy of life; of buying an audiotape, knowing that the album will be terrific. Rolling on the bed and listening to a track on loop, while the mind happily wanders away.

But, things have changed now. I have downloaded the soundtrack, but I also have a toddler who thinks my lying on the bed is an invitation to bounce on my tummy or drive his cars on me making the perfect track and bangs on the bathroom door incessantly, noticing that I have smuggled the mobile in.

The night falls. Husband and baby are safely tucked into bed. I open the music folder, fish out my noise cancellation headphones and press play. Vaan varuvan.. varuvaan…  I am in a trance.

Vaan varuvan? Yes Rahman is back. Play and rewind…And life is good…. A R Rehman fan girl.. 

Soul Searching…

She spent a lifetime looking for it. In other people…In other places…. In anything; but herself. 

Even through all her futile searching, she, on some level, knew all along that the last place she wanted to explore was where she’d find it. The trouble is she never knew how. She was always waiting for one of those light-bulb moments. Those moments rarely happen, except in cartoons and movies. Well life is no less than a movie too. She wanted it to come easy, the way the plot of a story comes together at some point where everything is understood. But that’s not how life works. Life does have its own plot twists, but they are random and unpredictable.

She desperately wanted that moment of clarity, where everything made sense. But at the same time, she was content, for lack of a better word, in the not knowing. In the not knowing, she could stay content, although the not knowing was anything but. The word stagnant would be a more accurate description.

The sad little girl, anxious young woman, and now, the increasingly discontent middle-aged woman, had grown tired of this false sense of contentment or rather satisfaction. Something had to change. She needed to listen to her soul.

As she sat in her parents’ living room while she was home for the holidays, it became more clear than ever that her soul was always with her. She had to stop looking for it and let it find her. And find her it did. It had just been quiet for so long, just as she had been, hoping she would come to her senses sooner or later. Her soul always whispered to her, whether she heard it or not.

I’m certain that she heard it sometimes she simply chose to ignore what it was trying to tell her. But now? Now, her soul was screaming at her, demanding her full attention. She couldn’t ignore it now even if she wanted to. It was revealing to her a glimpse of her future if she did not change.

As she observed her surroundings, feeling the heaviness and familiarity of discontent, her soul was practically shaking her by the shoulders, shouting, “This is not your path! This is not your destiny! But if you don’t get off your ass, then it shall be!” She knew this to be true. Mostly, because nothing here resonated with her any longer.

These values, these beliefs, these truths… they were someone else’s. They weren’t hers. She didn’t have to keep them just because it’s what she had always known.

“Be true to yourself,” her soul now whispered to her. “You’ve spent far too long trying to please others, to follow someone else’s path. Do you like where it has led them? If so, by all means, follow it. You are currently heading that way, but you don’t like it, do you? You’ve seen where it leads. I know that’s not where you’re meant to be, you know it as well. Now that you’ve heard me, we’ll pave a new path. You may stumble, you may get stuck, but as long as you hear my whispers, you’ll find your way to wherever it is you wish to go.”

So here she is. Still sitting in her parents’ home. Done with the illusion of living her life according to someone else’s philosophies. No longer will she look for herself in anyone but herself. Ready to peel away the purposely placed layers, carefully constructed by herself, to protect herself from all that she was never ready to face. How did she know she was ready?

 

She felt it in her soul….

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Anniversary Blog

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2 years ago this day I registered on WordPress. It’s been 2 years since I started blogging and it seems as if I have been writing and expressing my thoughts to the WordPress family just few months ago. Time has gone by so quickly and I’m still letting it sink in that my blog has been going this long…yeah 2 long years.

I am indeed thankful to each and every follower and supporter of my blog for supporting and encouraging me. Thank you for being with me through your feed-backs and comments. Yeah I know I’ve not been very regular with my posts. A little step I took to writing brought me to a whole new beautiful world of blogging and the joys in sharing lot of known and unknown things, experiences, joys, sorrows etc. I hope to be regular and wish everyone the best. God bless!

Thank you once again!!

HOLY WEEK

Wishing all a blessed Holy Week..!!

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PALM SUNDAY and GOOD FRIDAY

Two PROCESSIONS of the same person but with two different RESPONSES.

One was a triumphant ENTRY into Jerusalem City; the other a painful EXIT outside Jerusalem city.

In the first, the DONKEY carried Jesus; in the second Jesus carried the CROSS.

In the first HOSANNA was the exclamation; in the second CRUCIFY was the cry.

In the first people held BRANCHES of the tree; in the second Jesus held WOOD of the tree.

In the first people’s garments were SPREAD on the road; in the second Jesus’ garments were DIVIDED among the four.

In the first the disciples ACCOMPANIED Jesus; in the second the disciples FLED from Jesus.

Life has Sunshine as well as Dark nights. Rainbows as well as Thunderstorms.

Happiness is TEMPORARY. Sadness is TRANSITORY

A Kite cannot FLY all the time above in the clouds; it has…

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*HOW ENGLISH AND ENGLISHMEN MAKE FUN OF EACH OTHER*

*Enjoy the fun & the pun.*
*Q: Can February March?*
*A: No. But April May!*
*Q: Did you hear about the painter who was hospitalised?*
*A: Reports say it was due to too many strokes!*
*Q: Have you heard the joke about the butter?*
*A: I better not tell you, it might spread!*
*Q: How do you know that carrots are good for your eyesight?*
*A: Have you ever seen a rabbit wearing glasses?*
*Q: Music Teacher: What’s your favourite musical instrument?*
*A: Kid: The lunch bell!*
*Q: What did the triangle say to the circle?*
*A: You’re pointless!*
*Q: What do you call a ghosts mom and dad?*
*A: Transparents!*
*Q: What do you call a group of men waiting for a haircut?*
*A: A Barbercue!*
*Q: What do you call a person that chops up cereal*
*A: A cereal killer!*
*Q: What do you call a South American girl who is always in a hurry?*
*A: Urgent Tina!*
*Q: What do you call two fat people having a chat?*
*A: A heavy discussion!*
*Q: What kind of emotions do noses feel?*
*A: Nostalgia!*
*Q: What kind of shorts do clouds wear?*
*A: Thunderwear!*
*Q: What’s easy to get into but hard to get out of?*
*A: Trouble!*
*Q: Where do boats go to when they get sick?*
*A: The dock!*
*Q: Who cleans the bottom of the ocean?*
*A: A Mer-Maid!*
*Q: Why can’t a leopard hide?*
*A: Because he’s always spotted!*
*Q: Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?*
*A: Because then it would be a foot!*
*Q: Why did the barber win the race?*
*A: Because he took a short cut!*
*Q: Why did the boy tiptoe past the medicine cabinet?*
*A: He didn’t want to wake the sleeping pills!*
*Q: Why did the tomato turn red?*
*A: It saw the salad dressing!*
*Q: Why did the tree go to the dentist?*
*A: To get a root canal!*
*Q: Why don’t you see giraffes in elementary school?*
*A: Because they’re all in High School!*
*Q: Why was the maths book sad?*
*A: Because it had too many problems!*