காதலித்து வாழத் துணை தேவையில்லை

தனிமையைத் தழுவுங்கள், தனிமையில் தழைத்திடுங்கள்.

காலத்தின் வேகத்திலும், கனவுகளின் தொய்வுகளிலும் அரித்துப்போன செல்களில் புத்துயிர் பாய்ச்சுங்கள்.

கடிகார முள்ளினைப் பிடித்துத் தொங்கி ஊஞ்சலாடுங்கள், கட்டற்று சுற்றித் திரியட்டும் அவை.

காலணியற்றப் பாதங்களைத் தார் ரோடுகளுக்குள்ளும், ஏரிக்கரை புதருக்கும் அழைத்துச் செல்லுங்கள்.

கலைந்த தலையும், ஒப்பனை இல்லா முகமும், தேர்ந்த பெண்ணுடலும், பார்வைகளையும் புருவங்களையும் உயர்த்தினாலும், காணாது அந்நொடி வாழப் பழகுங்கள்.

கண் கோர்க்க நேர்ந்தால் புன்னகைப் பூத்து காதல் வயப்படுத்துங்கள்.

கண்கள் மூடி செவி வழி உணர்வுகளை அசைபோடுங்கள்.

உள்ளம் அப்பொழுது வகுத்துக்கொண்டுச் செல்லும் பாதையினைக் கண்டு வியந்து போகத் தவறாதீர்கள்.

அது மட்டுமே அறைகூவல் என உணர 80 வயதைக் கிட்டலாம். ஆகையால், கைக்கெட்டும் ஞானத்தை அள்ளிப் பருகத் தவறாதீர்கள்.

தாளின் மீது பென்சில் ஓயாது கூச்சலிடட்டும்,

எரிச்சலூட்டும் அலைபேசியின் சத்தத்தை மூடி மறைக்கட்டும் அவை.

ஒளித்திரைகளை மூடி வையுங்கள், ஏன் ஒளியையே மூடி மறைத்து இருளுக்குள் மூழ்குங்கள்.

வான்முட்டப் பறக்கத் தோன்றினாலும்,

கோபுரங்களும், பளபளக்கும் சிமெண்ட் சிறைகளின் மேலும் பறக்காதீர்கள்.

எங்கு அடர்வனத்தின் பச்சைப் பட்டு உடுத்தப்பட்டிருக்கிறதோ, அவள் மீது பறந்து செல்லுங்கள். நெருங்கிப் போகாதீர்கள். அவள் தன்னுள் மனிதனற்றவைகளைத் தாலாட்டிக் கொண்டிருப்பாள். மேம்பட்டதொரு வாழ்வினை நோக்கிப் பயணப்பட்டுப் பழகியவள். உங்கள் வாடை அவள் நாசி நிறப்ப அவள் நிம்மதி கெட்டுப் போகும். விலகிப் பறங்கள்.

பிடித்த எழுத்தாளரின் மீதுள்ள பித்துத் தணிய அவன் எழுத்துக்களுக்குள் முகம் புதையுங்கள். அச்சிடப்பட்ட காகிதத்தினை விடத் தனிமையின் துணையொருத்தி கிட்டப் போவதில்லை.

இரவின் தன்மையும், நிலவின் ஆளுமையும் ஒத்த ஒருவன், காதலன், அவனை அல்ல.

அவன் காதலுடன் மட்டும் கலவி கொள்ளுங்கள், போதும்.

ஆடை கலைந்து நிர்வாணப் போர்வையுடுத்துங்கள், முகமூடியில்லா முகத்தின் மிடுக்கைக் காணக் கிடைக்கும்.

கூட்டமாய்ச் செல்ல வனவாசம் எதற்கு? வாழ்வின் சமன் தவறும் பொழுதெல்லாம் தனித்ததொரு வனவாசத்தினைக் கண்டு வாருங்கள்.

இதழ் முத்தத்தினூடும்,

சிந்தை மயக்கும் எழுத்துக்களினூடும்,

மழை வாடை கொண்ட மண்ணின் வாசத்தினூடும்,

பெரிதொரு பேரின்பமாய், ஆரத் தழுவி முத்தமிட்டுக் குதூகலிக்கச் செய்யும் வனவாசத்தினைக் கண்டு வாருங்கள்.

அவளின் தனிமையின் உள்ளேயே காதலித்துக் கிடக்கப் பழகிக் கொள்ளுங்கள். ஏனெனில் மனிதன் தனித்து விடப்பட்டவன்…

- வெண்ணிலா.

காட்சிப் பிழை....

And so she said that it was refreshing to read me write! And so she asked, "Are you not blogging these days!" "No", I said and the crackpot that is me will not let me write, the imperfection that is me will question my every wit and humor, and the roller coaster that is me will kill me for sure! And with this, yeah, I thrive to write here all that's erratic and me! There's so much cramped into this tiny brain of mine that there are no words that can hold my thoughts standstill and finally make them gush out through my fingers. The block that has been created has started to make me run after solutions rather than wallow in words. The pen doesn't seem mightier than the sword anymore and there's more nibs scratching and ink flowing around everywhere that they seem more blotchy than mighty. Taking unorthodox to another level I want, but hell, no! And yeah, the atheist doesn't see a hell anywhere! Why should the atheist not? The hell represents the chaos surrounding me, the surreal to the reality, the tears to the happiness, the bombs to the cocoon, the gnawing to the peace, the rejection to the kisses, the absence to the presence, the ever shifting form that life takes upon itself and the unsaid thoughts hanging heavy in the air. Should these represent hell, or heaven! or the cage that's the human mind! There's this wall that looks rigid and solid but melts when you put your fingers through it. It melts and disappears into the ground and all that's to be seen is the green grass, endless canopy of green grass! And that's that. Was fun meeting you all ;)

The MENTAL IMBALANCE of the sixth sense...

     That stinging pain, a pain that'll hurt your eyes, the pain that results from a loss turned out to be just a memory...

     That song or a perfume that time transports back in life to a loving and happy memory stretching that emotion beyond time...

     That retirement due to fatigue which when the moment the eyelids close, the body bounces back with an adrenaline rush on a positive and perfect idea and poof goes the sleep...

     That coldness of an air-conditioned room leading to the thought of a walk into an evening spent with a days rain blossoming with freshness only to be hit with the reality of a burning sun...

     That moment of  outburst of laughter when so much hardwork leads to nothing...

     That anger to kill someone deciding never again to look back only to realise that life will not move forward without them the second you turn your back...

     That confusion when the grownup who was looked up to all of a sudden seems to have transformed to a child looking up to hold hands...

     That scenario where you cant convince yourself how much ever you try...

     That pissed off moment that vanishes on a friends smile...

     That cold jump down an abyss followed by a warm glow...That glow of feeling beautiful...That glow of perfection...That glow of accomplishment...That myriad of sunshine and darkness...but...eventually...

    That fight to hold on to a smile is the way we celebrate our mental imbalance and thus...THE SIXTH SENSE EVOLVES...

Daffodils

Happened to see a school-going kid reciting 'a host of golden daffodils' on an ad and like you get transported back in time to your teens or near, when you get a waft of a similar perfume or listen to a song of that age, I was rudely pushed back in time clear enough to hear my mother's voice read it out loud to an awestruck me, 'DAFFODILS'.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

The poem and the poet from that point of time have never been washed off my memory. I've imagined me floating over clouds, hills and valleys looking down to a never ending line of daffodils. Even at that teeny-tiny age, I was able to grasp that the world was imaginary, it was beautiful and there are people who can write such awesome lines that take you out of the world you live in to an entirely different cocoon.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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I gazed and gazed but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

What wealth!!!

That moment on that ad jolted me to the past where i heard my mom's voice and the passion with which she verbalised the verses, the language, passing on that passion to me with such force that solitude for me forever has always been a bliss, a book in my hand, into my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.

சாதிகள் இல்லையடி பாப்பா குலத் தாழ்ச்சி உயர்ச்சி சொல்லல் பாவம்...

     The ultimate words of an Aryan!!! An Aryan who strived to strike arrows thru' stone-cold hearts!!! Good that he's not amongst us anymore to witness the happenings of 'THE MODERN INDIA' that he saw.

     There are umpteen ways to seek security to one's self. There's education, there's family, friends and lot more...Why hide behind CASTE! When has casteism stood by its promise? Hasn't years and years of bloodshed not taught us anything. Isn't wasting a life for a belief incorrigible, when we are the ones who are the creators of the bloody belief. 
     Human, where do you find yourself superior? Isn't it your thoughts and action that help you rise above others? How can something as trivial as caste be the one thing that defines a superior race as humanbeings! Aren't we, just being humans superior to most other organisms that thrive on earth? Isn't that the only position wherein we are above others! Who gave us the rights to superiorize amongst ourselves! Hasn't reasoning, education and judgement still not clouded this mean belief!  

    Why is love seeking suicide before CASTEISM! It is not people, who are able to love beyond the veil, who ought to be suicidal, it should be the murder of many who disgust me by considering themselves par castes! This bloodshed will be one to wash the lands of the stink...

"என்று தணியும் இந்த சுதந்திர தாகம் 

என்று மடியும் எங்கள் அடிமையின் மோகம்"

தணியவுமில்லை, மடியவுமில்லை இந்த இனச் சுதந்திர தாகம். இன்னும் எத்தனை சிலுவைச் சாவுகளோ. என் பாரதியுமில்லை, பெரியாருமில்லை...ஐயோ இன்னும் எத்தனை எத்தனை இளவரசன்களோ !!!

"மழை கவிதை கொண்டு வருது, யாரும் கதவடைக்க வேண்டாம். ஒரு கருப்பு கொடி காட்டி யாரும் குடை பிடிக்க வேண்டாம்."

Welcome my dearest friend, 'the master of inconveniences, the mischief-monger, the miracle who can make and break, the racist who targets humans, the lover who literally sways one off his/her feet,' - Mr. RAIN or Mr. MONSOON - he who manages to make a fashionable entrance when least wanted - there you are -there you are, knocking the metropolis out of breath. I am among those very few who enjoy you a lot, despite your selfish attitude. I enjoy the drama you happen to stage.

• The otherwise sleeping-in-your-porch dog, skittering hither and thither looking like a cute furry goat.
• The friendly oldies of the neighborhood who usually complain about politics going to the pigs, cribbing against themselves standing in the shades of their terrace where the opponent has a view to their smiling faces but cannot hear their voices.
• The rash-driving driver, driving (more) rasher-still, going cranky for every drop that falls on him.
• The person who cant afford anymore shoes walking barefoot with the formal-shoes dumped inside his bag that's protected by the umbrella.
• The all-drenched girl in the signal, who gets off her bike, opens her bike-hood keeping an eye-out for the red-signal not-to-change -to-green, while picking out a 10 rupees bill to hand it over to an elderly, sightless person, whose tears were leaving streaks that even the rain could not wash away along its course.
• The mother picking up and scolding the cute little fella for jumping up and down in the mud, while wiping him with her wet saree.
• The roadside romeo getting caught wen trespassing  a red light. The romeo is not one to usually get caught but today's the day where our beloved traffic cops wear a rain jacket over their uniforms and hurrah-the rat's in the trap.
• The kiddies who stay back as the government lets them to and the office-goers who stay back on their own, questioning, "Do they expect me to swim out there. I got umpteen SLs, so who cares? :) ".
• The household helps who usually turn-up twice a week make this week a null-turning-up week cos they cant wade through water and i totally agree with them.

 The lists longer but let me wrap it up. Mr. Rain, however bad u are, how many ever losses you bring about, how much ever unpredictable you are, you are the one who warm our hearts up with just a steaming mug of coffee and a blanket to curl our toes in. Just watching you out of the window is enough to make hearts soar high with lovely thoughts and faces blossom with smiles. You dont burn holes into the pockets for air-conditioners and you certainly dont irritate me. Consider this a rain-dance and try being Mr.Punctual for we love you that way.

My parents are old...Just not old enough...!

   Actually I started on the topic 'Are we the previledged lot!' but thru' the course of writing, most points to being previledged kept pointing to one particular thing amongst lotsa other reasons-our parents!

 We are previledged cos,

• We have great parents.
• They got our backs on whichever insane crazy stuff we do.
• They are the only ones whose entire lives shatter when we fall sick or just fall down.
• They sacrifice for us-sacrifice meaning, handing over the only best thing they've got to us while standing beaming there without it.-insane,huh!

   All these make us previledged people. Enroute to nodding in agreement and heaving satisfactorily to all the abovesaid, the fact that needs to be considered is that these points despite making us previledged, in the long run, make the other party - the parents, underpreviledged! Ooh, shocking...Yeah, the very fact that,

• They are still living.
• They are old and their only chance is for us to take care of them.
• They've got nothing more left in the world.
• They expect us to get their backs like they once did.

and alarmingly true,

• They want us to smile at them everytime we see them!

Gosh,whew...What a hell lot of expectations? How are we to sweet talk and stare concernedly at a couple of wrinkled faces and 2 pairs of crinkled eyes which's color is very similar to ours! What with all our commitments, job stress, expenditures this...expenditures that...where's the time amidst licking the ass of people who are monetarily or atleast in some materialistic way beneficial to us...It is obviously tough to reciprocate love to the pair that expects nothing more than a smile, a hug, a caress and little concern!
                    -For the jackasses(borrowed the term from my friend) out there who'll be jackasses forever!
   The way this is proceeding, you might think I am going to start swearing and throw abuses for the jack......whatever to rot in hell...but, hell no, I got no time for them.
   I just wanted to make this heard so that some of my friends who might happen to read this may look back at the sad, old faces and feel a pang of relieved happiness for the mere souls that exist as they existed way back where they could have left you standing alone in the midst of the road, totally lost to the world (trust me, there are people out there wearing such shoes), bitter about your youth or your life even.
   The article might have been a drag but sorry, I felt the need to pen it down or it would have been lost into my thoughts.