scribbles

TSWS - 2

2010-07-13T04:27:00.000-07:00

She called him. His wife answered.

The Six Word Story - 1

2010-07-12T09:25:00.000-07:00

His last goal. They lost 1-0.

Lost in translation - 1

2010-01-08T06:19:00.000-08:00

Agini Kunju

I came across a fledgling fire
and placed it in a hollow
It blazed across the forest land
leaving nothing but ashes
In its passion
and consuming valor ,
what is just a fledgling fire
and what is one that has seen all?

The Muse ( Enge enadhu kavidhai Ver 2.0 )

2009-12-30T06:14:00.000-08:00

Poetry has always meant rhymes
Wordsworth and Shelly
Byron and Keats
This bunch of words
How is this a poem?

But today my anger decides
To break my thought and sentence
Into pieces that don’t rhyme
Or fit the grammar of prose
Muddled thoughts in a rush to be heard
Without waiting to be polished
Do I pretend I am a poet?

My lips quiver
and the eyes fill up
The drops spill out
as ink on blank paper
White turns to black
on an empty page that no longer is
The fury scrotches ahead
and leaves behind
a trail of fuming footprints

The folks often wonder
why the eternal rage
why not some cheer
the smell of roses so sweet
the smile of kids and rainbow colours
the patter of rain
or kittens on the ledge?

How can they know
that when anger cools down
the words have long dried up
silence reigns supreme
Peace hardly inspires

I smile to vent my joy
I write to liberate my anger

Red

2009-03-23T08:02:00.000-07:00

I wandered through the streets,
searching for the meaning
of life and such,
a never ending journey.

All the education,
hours of learning,
just to earn a paper,
to earn more paper.
I burned it up in smoke,
drained it down in spirit,
threw it at the world,
that I crushed with my feet.
I wandered through my life
searching for the meaning.

I bristled at the insults,
preened at the praise,
laughed at your failures
and cried over mine.
I wandered through my life
searching for the meaning.

I raced through my life
till the pain hit my head,
the crowds gathered around
and the road splashed with red.
I wander through the streets
searching for the meaning,
of the life I had lived
and also of my death.

2 - Cheating

2009-02-23T19:29:00.000-08:00

I did promise to run nonstop for the entire duration that my favourite song from Delhi-6 played. Do you know that my loyalties have suddenly shifted from Arziyan to Genda phool?

1 - Cheating

2009-02-23T19:23:00.000-08:00

The taste of today’s tea is awful, I agree. The bloody milkman must have secured a new client. I hope he at least adds filtered water, you fume as you rush to work. My cup of steaming hot filter coffee tastes sweeter without your accompanying lecture on caffeine content. I silently seek the milkman’s forgiveness.

Enge enadhu kavidhai?

2008-10-04T16:27:00.000-07:00

Poetry has always meant rhymes
This bunch of words
How is this a poem?
But today my anger decides
To break my thought and sentence
Into pieces that don’t rhyme
Or fit into the grammar of prose
Muddled thoughts in a rush to be heard
Without waiting to be polished
Do I pretend I am a poet?

One lakh

2008-09-15T07:31:00.000-07:00

Kalyana sandhaiyil avannuku paesiya vilai aindhu laksham.
Indru aransaaangathin madhipeetil avan vilai oru laksham.
Vedi gundin vindhaiyayi,udaindhu pooi nirkum avan paetroridam sutti kaata idhu naeramillaiyo?

Idhudhanda scientist - 2

2008-03-11T10:45:00.000-07:00

One more Tamil movie, one more branch of science and one more jaw dropping experience. Though it has been a couple of months since I saw this movie, I guess it is better late than never to bring it to the attention on the public. Watch Puli Varadhu for some brilliant insights into the field of Psychiatry. If this doesn't encourage more people to take to science, I don't know what will.

Idhudhanda scientist

2008-03-11T10:40:00.000-07:00

(Posted originally in my previous blog)

I finally watched an extremely thought provoking Tamil movie after a long time.
In what could be the most honest emotion shown in Tamil cinema, Nasser playing the stereotypical scientist mixing coloured solutions in conical flasks, comes up with the discovery of the century, cloning humans. And mind you, this is not the cloning as we know it today, but rather an extrodinary feat where a fully grown man is the product of the experiment rather than a foetus. And the moment he realises this, he breaks down into tears. I guess that was the moment Nasser realised what crap passes of as science in Tamil cinema.

If only my life was also scripted by SJSurya, I wouldn't have had to worry about failed experiments.

BTW, for those of you who wish to avoid it, the name of the movie is Vyabari.

Today

2008-03-08T17:36:00.000-08:00

How does one celebrate women's day without invoking Barathi? So here is his ode to his love, in the voice of Hariharan. Beautiful, inspite of converting Kannamma's beautiful piercing eyes into revolving ones:)

The calling card

2007-08-04T00:44:00.000-07:00

How many of us are really fortunate to find our true calling? Is there even something called the true calling, something that just feels right for us or is it just another one of those romantic notions that seldom ring true? Will a search for it just be an angst ridden journey through life that may never have a happy ending? But then, is learning to be happy with what you do really the better alternative?

The mania

2007-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00

12 hrs of a different world, 12 hours of not having a care in life, 12 hrs of maniacal reading, 12 hours of giving into one temptation that I simply cannot resist, nor want to. It is done. More than anything, it feels wonderful to know that completing a book in one sitting is still possible, even if it is 759 pages long:)

Sila naerangalil sila manidhargal

2007-07-13T17:20:00.000-07:00

Unmaiyum dhaanamum maelena koorum
puthagathai ilavasamena thandhar.
Dhaanam seiyya naan marruka,
putthagathai pidingivittar.
Pavam, innum adhai paddikavillai polum.

Thedal

2007-07-10T08:09:00.000-07:00

kadhal kondein, vaanil midhandhein
un oru anaipil, sorgam kandein
uttrar thurandhen, un pin thondardhein
punnagai purindhu, mayamai maraindhai

piridhal kaatum sogam unarndhen
thedi thedi sorndhe poonen
vaatudhal poodhum, ennidam varuvai
en uyir ariviyal anandame.

Paythals - 3

2007-07-07T07:48:00.000-07:00

Sadhippavargal mattume irrundhal, sadhanaigal eppadi irrukum?

Aa..haaa

2007-06-14T07:16:00.000-07:00

Paythals -2

2007-06-03T19:29:00.000-07:00

Can one forget how to ride a bicycle after one had learnt to? People tell me that is impossible. But the same people also tell me that impossible is a word in the dictionary of fools. So are they fools who tell me that I cannot forget to ride a bike?

Starting to paythify - 1

2007-06-03T15:12:00.000-07:00

What mattered a lot once, no longer does. What was loved once, no longer is. People whom I idolized once fell from their pedestals and new idols were put up. Beliefs have become disbeliefs and disbeliefs have given way to beliefs. Close friends have been lost and strangers have become friends. I am no longer the person I once was. Not better, not worse, but just different. So is anything worth getting happy, angry, sad or exited about? Tommorrow, it may no longer mean the same.

Home coming

2007-05-31T09:11:00.000-07:00

Paythals is what I do the best, so here I am, back home.