Freedom is not free

I was coming back from my office with some thoughts and natural scenes in my iris ,while travelling in BMTC bus.Seldom there would be traffic ,and so today.Felt like having a walk with my thoughts,hence just got down a stop ahead and started tip tap walk along the pavement.Whenever I see kids tortured by drunkard dad along the roadside I always have a pinching feel .Had the same today.When we had travelled in the same boat ,when we come across same scene in our life as in drama ,it touches.Adversities are in different form and shapes.There were times when I just waited for my degree.Surplus money too creates same problem as like nil."Being Independent" was once my national anthem.Shiv Kera says "Freedom is not free" its true in many lives.I chased ,ran behind my freedom like a dog running behind the bone of a shadow.When I got it after a span of 21 years Iam using it,reusing it without crossing the subtle boundary of overusing it.
      At one point of time freedom has become ultimately free ,like taking the driver seat all of a sudden jumping directly from the backseat.Though the journey is with me  as passenger and driver,which sounds to be sick journey,my inner being longed for this journey for a span of 20 yrs.Too many human faces really makes me feel suffocated.I somehow earned my freedom ,now running far far away from the relational chains to save the treasure "Freedom".
     Remembering Shawshank Redemption's dialogue "Some birds are never meant to be caged" praying for the kids

gleeful Holi

  My first holi celebration not as a spectator but as a player in the field.If Iam switched on with celebration mood its really hard for me to tie me with control band.I admire this quality in my inner being ,nurtured her in the way how she loves.Gathered with some close hearts and far distant hearts all of a sudden in the terrace ,with all necessary equipments and bunch of friends though we hardly remember their name in hostel.                    Festivals drives everyone crazy taking  us back to homosapien age where we jump around like monkeys. I literally jumped,rolled with other monkey friends ,drenched in colour water and holi colours.All dirt and colours were on my skin and night wear.
    Random steps for couple of songs with "OK types" mobile .Finally a dedicated bash for two young ladies who are in the verge to miss their miss title. An occasion rejoiced ,cherished making myself free loosing up my holdings.

When I digged into history behind Holi,Wiki landed up in handful number of reasons.One potraying the divine love of Radha for Krish and the sister holika of  hiranyakasibhu who was turned into ashes in turn welcoming colourful joy all around .Though people are not interested much into history,I felt like writing as I love the story behind festivals.

March 24th,TVC

Its one of the day where we gave cradle for our thoughts "The Vedic Club". Taking the pride of being one amidst the five who gave a bare minimum shape for it.Gushing happiness as I feel now like an archaeologist who, for a change started digging vedic scriptures.Keeping my tag aside,trying to excavate the reasons ruined,smerged  underneath the sound language.We will evolve with some more likeminds,most number of dislike minds hence to make more noise.Thanks to Senthil,Dhivyapriya,Roobala for materialising it.
 As afterall tension between opposites makes stuff lively to the core.

write fresh

     Today I heard a philosophical line in the air in one of the official meet from a senior chap ,than official stuff these lines directly went and struck my mind with the speed of light."AFTER SOME TIME,WE SHOULD THROW EVERYTHING AND START WRITING FRESH" Its not alone applicable for official manuals but for one and all.
  Again I will start fresh with my new design template,deleting annoying thoughts ,updating as 2.0.

• Want to spend sometime with five sense friend.About to bring a bird in my balcony.
• Want to get a flower bearing plant who can show beautiful birth has smashing death on the same day.But who cares....
• Want to erase the messy look of my living room where there is no discrimination between books,papers and dirt along with me in the same bed.
• Want to buy a beautiful veena to improvise my veena practise..
• Start again with my Yoga classes ,I believe young look is much essential to please my inner being.
• Accomplish reciting sanskrit slokas of Bhagavad gita in a year span,.
• Start travelling again latitudes and longitudes of India,with some friends who are about to miss their "miss" title.

Written too much for the day....Let me make peace with my innerbeing again .

Happiness Quotient

 
 Iam in seventh heaven today,didnt find any theory ,any math solution for rocket science but simply feeling double quoted "happiness" in every cell.To be happy I just want to beat up myself with the task which I rarely experiment.,challenging again and again with my competency in any micro stuff.Even if its a craziest stuff ,driving other person crazy will really add fuel to my fire ,if I have done it by pulling all my courage.
  Never bothered of spectators,only bothered of the inner spectator who always pat on my shoulder when its  happy with the show.I always have a intimate feel for my inner being.Till now Iam feeding it with all the flavours it seeks for with little botheration for my outer being.
  Happiness is of course a multiplying factor , when drawing some time from my daily calendar for a friend's need.Hearing good news from couple about their offer letters ,gushing calls for interview for a close friend though I dont have any cherishing news for my clan.I earned few souls from my native who are spread all  across the world,sending "wishes" message for mere simple task I would pursue.What more the measure of happiness can be.Never believed  about getting things and concerns in return.When it really happens I  feel the facevalue of any relationship.
 All know Iam practical, but seldom, people know Iam sentimental .This post is an example.Marked the fullstop with the feel of "All is Well" .A cherishing happy day romantised with my happiness :)

Body of chemicals

I love writing whatever the feel it can be.But I dont know the meaning of verb "love" which I used in the sentence till now.As per my context some kind of feel pinching me that can be called.These lyrics from my native language ,If at all I want to say some situation in my life that I was in love with ,its something for my friend who haven't shared the umbilical cord as like my ma,but has seen me in blood and smelt me in sweat as like my ma.Dedicating these lyrics to her "subha",a reprogrammer whenever I stumble and crumble.Trained me first to cry,and preeched me saying now laughter comes automatically ,as after all we are  body of chemicals.I wanna fail again and again just to evolve out of your philosophicals.

En Frienda Pola Yaaru Machan
Avan Trenda Ellam Mathi Vechan
Nee Enga Pona Enga Machaan
Ena Enni Enni Aenga Vechan
Natpala Namma Nenja Thetchan
Nam Kannil Neera Ponga Vechan

En Frienda Pola Yaaru Machan
Avan Trenda Ellam Mathi Vechan
Nee Enga Pona Enga Machaan
Ena Enni Enni Aenga Vechan
Natpala Namma Nenja Thetchan
Nam Kannil Neera Ponga Vechan

Thozhanin Thoalgalum Annai Madi
Avan Thooraththil Pooththita Thoppul Kodi
Kaathali Thandiyum Ullabadi
Endrum Natputhaan Uyarthathu Paththupadi
Un Natpai Nangal Pettrom
Athanlae Yaavum Pettrom
Melae Melae Sendrom
Vaan Megam Polae Nindrom
Puthu Paathai Neeyae Poatuththanthaai
Aaen Paathi Vazhiyil Vittu Sendraai
Oru Thayai Thaedum Pillaiyaanøam
Nee Illai Èndral Ènga Pøvøam

Èn Frienda Pøla Yaaru Machan
Avan Trenda Èllam Mathi Vechan
Nee Ènga Pøna Ènga Machaan
Èna Ènni Ènni Aenga Vechan
Natpala Namma Nenja Thetchan
Nam Kannil Neera Pønga Vechan

PS: sentiment fumes to the core,but its afterall a tribute want to be showed ,whenever we feel.Because all emotions to be treated equally :)

Mood swing

          This post is out of my intense mood swing.Please ignore it if its harsh.This post is more for me less for readers.Whenever I Want to carry a saturated stress, my eyes and mind are out of my control.Few days I handle them in an intense level.Remedy which I opt might be out of contact from so called "6th sense " creatures(might be harsh).Waiting for the day of judgement,either its good or bad ,nevertheless conclusion is better than  dangling queries.

          When I know the saturated level of my wrath I avoid masked faces of the world atleast for a day and better to leave the calls unattended.Technology at times makes my simple life complicated.Though my intelligence knows the concept of "conditioned souls" ,why am I not able to bridge the gap with my mind and body.Why Me? always strikes me ,but cant help it.Life is not a fairy tale to write only magical things.

      As age goes on,the fear of  abandonment starts creeping  into my head.When needed characters are out of the story at wrong time it really makes me to throw sea level questions,where to ask,whom to ask.Even If I ask, its clearly pre written as Karma.Love to write the term "wrath" "hatred" till the time its washed out of my mind.

Might be more of one day rest will it calm me? I really dont know where my road takes me,counting the days to reach the dead end of the road .Its hardly one of the negative post which I scribbled,but its good to release the negativeness some way or other.

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Again starting with the reason of "Dont know why,but I like it" for these tamil lyrics.Somewhere indirectly it might hit my mind.Iam not trapped ,came out of traps seen in teenage.Any soul could have felt the experience of so called term "love",moreover Iam not an exception.Might be the negative scenario made me to write and think.I dont want to portray me either as Sita or Kannaki of modern ages.Even if they would have lived in these ages,would have confused without a conclusion.I never meant anything as mistake,as Iam working  my living process only out of mistakes as my legacy.I believe in the concept  "Every thing comes with an expiry date".So who cares of the wagon which went off  before couple of years.I started walking long before..
Beautiful lyrics in native language soothes whenever mind travels in the past.

thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa
nee kannir vittal chinna manam thaanggaadhammaa
thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa
nee kannir vittal chinna manam thaanggaadhammaa
thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa
thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli
thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa

kattiya thali unmai enru nee anru raamanai nambi vandhaay
kattiya thali unmai enru nee anru raamanai nambi vandhaay
mannavan unnai maranthathenna un kanneeril kaanagam nanaindhadhenna
mannan unnai marandhadhennaaa
mannavan unnai maranthathenna un kanniril kaanagam nanaindhadhenna
thaye theeyil muzhgi ada thanneeril thaamarai pola nee vanththaay
neethi mattum uranggaadhu nenjche nenjche nee thanggu
neethi mattum uranggaadhu nenjche nenjche nee thanggu
thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli
thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa

thunbam enrum aanukkalla athu anrum inrum pengalukke
thunbam enrum aanukkalla athu anrum inrum pengalukke
nee anru sinthiya kanneeril intha boomiyum vaanamum nanaindhadhamma
nee anru sinthiya kanneeril intha boomiyum vaanamum nanaindhadhamma
iravenraal marunaale vidiyum unthottaththil appothu pookkal malarum
anbu kondu nee aadu kaalam koodum pooppodu
anbu illai naan aada tholillai naan pooppoda
thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli thulli
thulli thulli nee paadammaa seethaiyammaa

Care is Poetic

 I touched my laptop keys after a fortnight,ruined with my facebook addiction hence viewing my blog as like third person's gift.Dusting my memory lane,forgot to capture micro matters of my living, nevertheless let me pen down my state of mind before march 8th celebration 2013.
 Let me add all adjectives in the foreign language to convey my Huge Thanks for one lady in one corner of India,sorry capital of India who cares for her friend's friend.Than speaking about Indira Nooyi, Metha,Arundhadhi .Aishwarya for portraying the bombastism of pride winning womanliness,let me speak about a soul who touched my cells by her humanity.Might be personnel but she deserves limelight,TRJ.Aarrti ,I hope I spelled it right .
 I earned certain relations not through similar DNA or RNA but out of  somewhere some feel of oneness.Some metaphor like waiting for one "like" from the exclusive person  despite of 1000 smashing  comments  in FB.It can be one funniest comparison I make ,but Aarrti you are one such person melting me with exclamations.
 Whatever the world speaks for women's day,Iam least bothered of it .Dedicating it for one such soul .Care is also poetic whether its on third,second person.
      Care is so so poetic
      Like the stinky smell for a pig
      Believing in the beauty
     Which I cant easily see through my iris
      It lives forever and ever
      With the beautifulshape I imagine
      Definitely its poetic
      Made a poem in my thoughts
      By your deeds