Thursday, February 13, 2014

நிலவின் பிம்பம்


குழந்தையையும்  அவன் தேவைகளையும்
 நேரத்தையும் அதன் ஓட்டத்தையும்
 வாழ்க்கையையும்    அதன் வட்டத்தையும்
 என்னையும் என் தேடல்களையும்
 கணப்பொழுது  மறந்து - என்னை
 நிறுத்தி சுவைத்து ரசிக்க செய்தது
 நிலவும் அதன் பிம்பமும் 


I am happy that I am not out of topics to keep the blog live :-)
I discovered this from Abhinav's rough book. I guess this was during Fall 2013 when we happened to drive along the most beautiful Lake Parsippany.( just a mile from my house).


P.S: I could have written the postlude in tamil. But did not have much patience and knowledge to work on tamil convertor. But I can't still manage to say வாழ்க தமிழ்!!!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Power of Photograhy

Photography is source of wonderful memories....just  Visual memories!!! - This was how the photos were considered when it meant to spend Rs.100 for 36 film roll to capture a birthdays, visit to Delhi/Agra or any new places. It did create long lasting memories. My mother has one full suitcase of such memories (i.e) photographs to cherish.







The signature of photography has been evolving. Lot of photography websites, photo editors, advanced technologies & ease of access to these changing technologies. Photography is not just memories anymore...It is recreates and let us re-live the moments...It holds the "everything" of the moment.
There are lot of wedding photographs taken by Ashwin th-clicker which creates a kind of longing in me. I have always wished I could have got married 3-4 years later(than I did) when he really started checking his pulse on photography.

This blog is all about thanking our friend Rajagopal Siva for capturing great moments of Abhinav's Birthday. Raj has not just captured moments to re-live on  but also kind of  rejuvenated my relationship with Abhinav.

I was presumption that Abhinav is growing up and is no more has cuddling baby in him to be preserved in a pristine manner. He proved me wrong.
This is the photo of Abhinav took in iPhone 5 by me when I believed that Abhinav is not the matured young man anymore. I assumed he has grown up into fuzzy little kid with lot of anxieties due to lack of "good" parenting skills. And obvious enough, I took all the guilt of pacing his life into this plight and attributing it to my new work and lessened attention towards him.








But  Raj's photo(all of the below) changed my perspective, it gave  "my assumed feeling of changing Abhinav" (resulting in the previous blog let) a big blow. He still has in him the cuteness in him;

Happy kid that I always wanted him to be;


Happy Kid



Patient Observer and Delightful Pal









Focused Doer (achiever ;0)






Raj captured him in diminutive dimensions which I failed to see. Thanks Raj for capturing Abhinav in your own way and all the other lovely photos.


In precise, It is not the Camera or the technology that adds the truth to the object. It is the person behind the camera, their passion for photography and definitely their love for life and his subjects.

Photography is definitely a ART; the way of expression as any other form of art influencing, dominating, disturbing, improvising the emotional, physical and social aspects of not just the creator but also the perceiver , however amateur or competent thee be.


THANKS RAJ!! LONG LIVE YOUR PASSION - to create/re-create magic into life with the nice  "freezes"








Thursday, January 30, 2014

On your 4th Birthday - My Promise



Things have changed and keeps changing

From a dependent little baby to Matured young boy
From your “ba bha” to your nonstop blah blah blahs
From a calm serious boy to naughty little Power ranger
From the passion for cars to trucks
From a never cried toddler to an ever adamant boy
From a peace seeker to a very loud speaker
You have drove me a long way as you grow up to be 5
I should unlearn to force things in my way
Hoping not to trail blaze you the wrong way
You have started exploring the world in your own ways
I have started dealing with the deliberate indulging
As we clearly step in this invincible cycle
I herewith promise to standby you always 
and  take a stand on the ground
when you need me
just when you need me


I hope this does not sound like a promise I make to 24 year old who  gets married/goes for higher studies. This would be unstated promise(confidence) that every parent gives(or should give) to that growing up individual as a grown-up. 
I hope I can keep this promise forever whatsoever comes.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Stating the feature list of the unstated future.......


I have not seen him

I have not heard of him

Yet, I like him

Ideally He carries my dream

Though Virtually He has not everything of me

I love him

For I love myself

I love my life

As He would hold it for me….

Thence I love my foreman

And this is sheer faith on the goodness

 

I guess this could be the wonder behind the arranged marriages

 

Eternal confusion


Eternal confusion

 
When someone cries for me

Am I happy or not?!?

for having made the impact on them...

When someone is emotionally dependent on me

Should I be satisified or not?!?

for they have become the puppets in my hand

When someone gives me a heartfelt smile

Should I feel bad or what?

for smile might leave me feel sad on its absence

When somone is growing envious on me

Should I expose my weakness to them or not?

for that would tamp those negative thoughts

When I was given this life 

Had I been destined to live for myself or for others?

for I doubt if I am here to make the difference

 

P.S: when I sat down to write out my confound thoughts, I did have the confusion in the way of addressing.

I didnot know whether to take up first person narration  or second person recounting.

Having found a resolution for this undemanding confusion, I have the confidence that I would resolve my eternal confusions too.

 

I have combined two kind of related posts into the same one - Edited from the original



Do you subsist around??

This is a small piece of  chat between I and your deep within who I see…….Do you hear it ring the melancholy …..;-) ( I am sorry it must have been L)
 

You can see…

I can see ….

What is that we see?

I see the ‘me’ in you

You see the ‘you’ in me

Is that all we see?!?

Nothing more for the moment!!!

Beyond this

What is that we should see…??

Do we see how the world sees us??

I guess we should start seeing

Beyond that us within the other to

Understand that which makes us

See the unseen happiness…..

It could be just the madness

Around our inherit idiosyncrasy

Or It could be just that madness..

As normal people with normal madness

Anyways, the madness that has inherently

grown with us is

futile amidst the factual fellows

Oh!!!My fantasy man….

Let us see the Wonderful us within us

(assuming it subsists…)

Till this real world engross us into itself

Can it??Will it???

 

The Saturday Bash!!!!!


My Saturday bash…….best way to celebrate my weekend…..after the hectic draining week of work…

This is small procedure which when passionately followed will give the effect of what people call alcoholic excitement(please don’t ask me how I could compare …that was just the theoretical knowledge;-)  But I can ensure you a mind blowing experience on the power and excitement of half consciousness)



This is way of celebration way back when I was
in final year of college. I can promise this is not after I entered this IT life which is does not consistently satisfy one.

Fine…Now how this way of celebrating my Saturday started?!?….in that way this whole write-up is dedicated to my good old friend Anitha…who is married and settled in US.

We started enjoying like this way back in 2003’s itself before she got married.

Although I don’t regularly party around this way on all saturadays after she left to US , I occasionally do some good companies to have fun in my own way. Atleast I successfully tune my accompanier’s frequency to get along with meJ

            Only set back of this mode of enjoyment is setting early alarms on Saturday morning (this would need to be earlier than other mornings).But thinking on the lines of satisfaction one can get, this is nothing….With the same haste, have a nice Saturday hair wash so that we can catch the earliest bus from Koyembedu. We can even take the car. But the haste hair wash, half dried hair and bus at 6.45 am are highly recommended for best resultsJ 

           So where are we heading to ….wait I am there with you. I will tell once we reach there. It would take another 1.5 hrs in bus(My choice is bus travel, as I told you).


Meanwhile, other tit-bits of my previous travel…. When I used to go with Anitha, this is the time I used to share with her my previous week’s happenings. And for Anitha,it was journey from engagement to marriage and she used to share her excitements about her would-be husband. When it was non-Anitha traveling with me, this is my god given time to start tuning them to “the desired frequency”. I would speak less but express more on the significance of the journey ;-) Whatever be the mode of travel, object of travel you will be calm and happy for couple of reasons namely for having been up early on Saturday, for having been in bus that early without laziness and finally for going to spend your Saturday purposefullyJ


So after an hour and quarter minutes we are here ……(In early hours, travel takes less time)…Where do you guess we are

* Some resort in ECR?!?

* Some Farm house out of city skirts?!?!

No , neither of the kind. We are at “SingaPerumalKovil”…Oops!!! Cool!! Please keep reading to find my justification for all my embroidered startJ


About singaPerumalkovil….it is apartment of  Lakshmi Narasimha perumal with Ahabilavalli thaiyar. They dwell in the mansion bore out of a small hillock. It is just an wonderful place to be. My overstated story will be “story short of proper explanation” only when you be there in the early hours.

God seated out there is the gigantic figure reminding you of your affectionate brother/grandpa/uncle. I personify him as my grand father. Here I leave you alone for your conversation with Him depending on relationship you behold. But I cannot help mentioning about the third eye of the Idol( it is very difficult to call Him an Idol) here  which is supposed to be very powerful. The temple is religious known for its specialty in worships concerning on studies, marriage and for motherhood. You can make pradhakshanas/pragaram around the hillock. Again the small beauty will captivate you easily. Those place have undergone lot of changes in terms of maintenance since I had been there my first time. Psychologically, this obvious human intervention has not got easy acceptance inside me. But the nostalgias of my earlier visits still keeps me going. But the huge trees and the shade it gives in the stone steps towards the end of the praghara path  is good place to sit and munch your Archanai coconutJ





Now the mind would be more calm, totally unconfused, highly excited…..I am sorry I am short of words L to explain about this total divinity…

Mhmm…here we come to the end of formalities we offer to God and Goddess when we are at temple. Now the formalities for us and to our stomach. Yeah, You got it right.It is the Prasadham time. To explain this phase , the best phrase would be “It is like adding fuel to the burning object”. Although this indicates the intensity of the impact,it carries negativeness according to some. All I am trying to convey is this is would help you transcend to the higher conscience easilyJ Shall we compare it with the amudham that thirugyana sambandar had from Paravathi Devi? ;-) I guess this would need to no more elucidation( exaggeration;-) )

And at the end of it……..”It is all the World is yours” feeling that you achieve…….


P.S: I am not sure if you found this write-up sounded overstated. But I found it difficult to put in most of it in words. My improper completion will instantiate that.


Passive Passion


My Passive Passion…

The untold Pleasure

My unexperienced Pain.

I am nurturing you inside me

You have started sprouting out of me

Even before you could have had

The possibility of existence.

I was born years ago just to cede you

I have been living strong this long just

to give you the warmth in my womb

Together let us make the difference

My to-be born Tot

Shall we make the difference?!?