My Valentine

         Love is in air,  love here there,everywhere .I can feel the romantic thoughts in air exclusively in February.I always had craze towards the term "valentine" from school days might be due to the hype created for it in my small town.Walking with generations,accepted valentine celebration with open heart,one step more, gifting roses and chocos without gender bias.
          Each time my valentine too gets changed as like fashion for ages.classic movies in lappy to christian Bale,Kamal Hassan to Bharathiyaar.English non details to classics,recently native authors legendry works ,salwars to sarees and many many other stuff  including living beings(not for public discussion)
          Before entering into my philosophicals,my crazy thought "If Bharathiyaar would have lived here,I would have proposed him confidently with a poem".Atleast my ringtone lives now to overshadow my wish.
        Using love is bit abrupt as it takes different meaning at different corners ,tricked by the term "love".If at all I want to make the term genuine it can come through blood, only blood .When I tag a third person with "love" it comes out of atleast one reason,as there are no reason less creatures here.I love him because of this "....".If its my mom,dad,sibling, love comes out of nothing.No question to arise,hence I believe whatever comes out of reason,should I tag as love?.If its so ,without a reason something oozes will it be a lower subset of love?.
       Till the time I find a solid reason ,I don't know, will love  take birth in me ! Having n number of complicated stuff in my head ,might take n generations to find solution,by the time Iam sure, love over answers will be faded away.Let me be in the clan of emperors ,never in the clan of beggars.Its really crazy to plead a person for love.Not to make it further complicated,hence marking a full stop.
                           Love nothing but a force
                           Holding the soccer with his ball
                           Holding Shakespeare with his words
                           Holding stevejobs,Newton to apple
                           Holding all together without a reason
                           And that love is extinct now
                           If it exist too,its a paranoid
                           

Tamil varikal

Hi,

Its my poetry in my mother tongue,after such a long time tried with my mediocre tamil ,if there are flaws please ignore it.

அவளை எங்கு  மீடபேன்   

மீட்கும் தொலைவில் இருந்தால்  

கடலை கடக்கும் தொலைவில் இருந்தால் 

கண்டம் தாண்டும் இடத்தில் இருந்தால் 

என்றோ  வென்றுருபேன் 

தமிழை உணர  வைத்தாள் 

அவளால் தமிழ் எனது தாய் மொழி  ஆனது 

உலகம்  ஒரு  ஆயனின்  மாயா என்று நன்கு தெரியும் 

இருபின்னும் ஒரு ஓரத்தில் தவல்கிறது  மாயகனவு 

திரும்பி  நீ  வர மாடாய என்று 

பலர்  சொன்னார்  மா 

என்ன தவம் வாங்கி  இவ்வுலகிற்கு வந்தேன்  என்று 

உந்தன் சிரிப்பின்  பிம்பம்  என் கண்விழி ஓரத்தில் 

என்றும் என்றென்றும் 

எதை விட  எதை  சேர்க்க 

பலவற்றை மறந்தேன் மறகிறீ 

ஆனால் ரத்தத்தில் வந்த அன்பிற்கு 

“coma” நிலை சென்றாலும்   மறக்க  முடியவில்லை 

சென்றும் பார்த்தேன் 

நினைவுகள் என்னை வென்று விட்டது 

Fresh Faces

 
 Many many many faces we all have seen and keep seeing with our pretty eyes,might be long faces,pretty faces,charming faces and the good,bad,ugly adjectives keep on getting added if I want to illustrate it.I just want to pen down those thoughts which keeps flowing whenever I see flat faces.While writing this post too,I was viewing "a face" in particular to bring the feel altogether ,got collected and faded in different timelines.
   Tension between opposites: When I feel an unknown person as sweet,there are times it went totally wrong and how pleasant ,beautiful,charming that face might be,something always goes missing.That face lost the beauty in my eye holes.A poor conditioned soul ,finally  hence trying to maintain one arm distance even in breath.I can accept the funda "there is no either a permanent friend or a permanent enemy" but what their beautiful faces had done with my instinct,no answer.
  Some brown faces ,in the first look bowled out , bowled out each and every time by the talk,deed and so on.I love those strange faces where their appearances never deceived me.A bold ,expressive black eye if it does the same job of its expression without a fallacy in its look,thats  the beauty  of an eye doing justification for the kajol it worn.
 A deep south farmer smelling sweet in perfume and a corporate chap smelling bad without a deo never happens in this mortal world.Used up with both faces in adjacent corners,neither arguing showcasing the facts living behind my eyes while seeing many faces.
 

home-relative home

         We shared food,water and air and nothing more than that, one more combo “paining laughter “ with its birth from lower stomach “truly inward”  but not just from our curvy lips .Should I name it as visit to guest house ,might be a foreign term if I use it.Though its not my floor,my bed ,my couch I felt the feel of  my own which I missed for a long time. Iam evolving,eradicated the feel of single home  existing in one corner of  the world.I  can rephrase it carrying a homely feel in my backpack, which gets unfolded wherever the condition prevails. I cherish these moments as riches and royal couches are not my choice of instruments to trigger happiness,rolling laughter sharing the ease with plain water and pickle is also my genre of joy,I mean one facet of my true joy. 

PS:cheers for sugy sis,Ashi Machan(jhijhu) and Subha for bringing the inner notion to the outward blog.

Accidental happiness

                         The oepn laughter with the deadly combo of tears happens very rarely at rare situations.I fortuantely injected with accidental happiness -the meet with my fun loving pal.We laughed rolling to the core over empty talk.At times a good laughter with age old friend adds a facevalue ,nevertheless its qualitative or not.It would be justice if I reveal my pals name "Chandru -K to K" and JK-The manyavar man.Loads of philosophicals,talk about typical desi drinks of Korea,chit-chat,gossips adds full energy to the bones at times.

Adupadi-Non veg comfy"

           Pending treats led the path to "Adupadi" .The ultimate "non-veg comfy Adupadi" standing as solid as it is at CMH road ,IndiraNagar.A pucca deep south restaurant where I was able to enjoy my cuisine with Kamal tunes of Tamil.Starting from Appam to parota ,karuvadu "dryfish" to nanari sarpath its completely available in the way how it should be .Bit disappointed with the "menu card" as it was 1 inch lagging from the potrayal of "Clear of Crystal" ,Ingredients could have been mentioned underneath each dishes to differentiate water as water and veg as veg.
           Ambiance was perfectly an antique one portraying chettinad doors and wooden pillars with a small boutique with deep south artifacts.The price tag added the implicit cost of Indra Nagar's squarefeet.
             Cost is not so reasonable,but reasonable  for all dishes from prawn fry to brain fry but it was  over glorified for "nanari sarpath" taking 40 bucks .Concept of Surplus and demand adds the spice.As a whole its one of the best place to hog in if your comfy zone is exclusively towards the chettinad "Deep south" non-veg.With the bunch of deadly foes I had an awesome time in the calloquial slang taking treat out of my friends. 

Late welcome

           Its a mere late welcome for 2013 in my virtual land of "ThoughtsbeyondDots".Should I feel guilty for polishing me with laziness from the start of 2013.Whatever I promised for, haven't fallen in line.Though its a late welcome, came up with the point of placing things in the place as I have conceived it in my thoughts.Let me count the chickens ,presence of my close friend in Bangalore ,a fresh start of work in my official life from JAN 1st,marking my presence for veena class without lame excuse which I love to,rejuvenating all the bonds once again,heaping my bed with the books for newyear and lot more.It is a good start ,again a year I got to fill my accounts with new faces,new facts and new stories.