tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39681174725625660052024-03-19T09:08:21.752+05:30You Name itSurendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-67236007244510780202023-07-01T06:58:00.005+05:302023-07-11T22:44:12.037+05:30தமிழ்க்கார் - முல்லை <p>சில ஆண்டுகளுக்கு முன்பு தமிழ் கார் என்று பண்டைய தமிழ் நாட்டில் குறிஞ்சி நிலப்பகுதி கார் காலம் எப்படி இருந்திருக்கும் என்று ஒரு கற்பனை புனைப்பை பதிவிட்டிருந்தேன். என் நண்பனும் நலன் விரும்பியுமான தஞ்சை விக்ரமன் அதனை சமீபத்தில் நினைவூட்ட, தற்போது மீண்டும் அவ்வரிசையில் மற்ற நிலங்களில் கார் காலம் எப்படி இருக்கும் என்ற பதிவுகளை வெளியிடுவதாக சித்தம்.</p><p><br /></p><p>இது கற்பனை என்பதனால் சரி தவறு என்று ஏதும் இருக்க இயலாது என்று கருதுகிறேன். உரிப்பொருட்களில் அல்லது கருத்துகளில் வேற்றுமை இருந்தால் சுட்டிக்காட்டுங்கள். தெரிந்துகொள்ள ஆர்வமாக உள்ளேன்.</p><p><br /></p><p>வணக்கம்.</p><p>சுரேந்தர்.</p><p><br /></p><p>முல்லை.</p><p><br /></p><p>காலம் கி மு 2௦௦௦</p><p><br /></p><p>காடுகள் வாயிலாக, இயற்கை பெருமூச்சு விட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்த அந்த அந்தி நேரம். ஓயாமல் பெய்த கணமழை, மண்ணூரி வேர்களின் இடுக்குகளில் வழி தேடி சொட்டு சொட்டாக சேர்ந்து சிற்றோடையாக உருவெடுத்து சலசலக்கத்தொடங்கும் பெருநிகழ்ச்சியை இயற்கை அமைதியாக அரங்கேற்றிக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். காலப்பெருவெள்ளத்தின் சிறு துளியின் ஆயிரமாவது பங்கின் ஒரு பகுதியான இந்த தருணத்தின் கணத்தை தலைவன் ஒரு கனம் வியந்து நினைந்து நனைந்து நடந்துகொண்டிருந்தான் மனையை நோக்கி.</p><p><br /></p><p>காடு அவர்களுக்கு ஒரு உயிர் வடிவம். உணவூட்டும் தாயாகி, அனுபவம் புகட்டும் தந்தையாகி, தனிமையில் நடக்கும் பொழுது உற்ற நண்பனாகி, பச்சிலைகளை போர்த்து நதிகளை தன்னுடலினூடே பாய்ச்சி பலவண்ண ஒப்பனைகளை மலர்களால் தினம் சூடும் காதலியாகவும், ஸ்வாசமூட்டும் கடவுளாகவும் இருக்கும் காடு அவர்களுக்கு வாழ்வில் இரண்டறக்கலந்த ஒன்று.</p><p>அடர்ந்த காட்டிற்கு வெளியில் ஒரு திறந்த நிலப்பகுதியில் உள்ள ஊர் அந்தி காலத்தை இனிதே வரவேற்றது. ஆங்காங்கே விளக்கொளியில் வீடுகளின் முற்றங்கள் மின்னின. கால்நடைகள் வந்தேறின. கோழிகள் அடங்கின. பெண்கள் சேலை திருத்தி முல்லை மலர்ச்சரம் சூடி வாசலில் விளக்கேற்றி ரம்யமான சூழல் அமைத்தனர். விழிகள் வாசலிலும் சாலையிலும் வைத்தவண்ணம் காத்திருந்தனர். காத்தலால் வளரும் காதல் மயக்கம் அவ்வப்பொழுது காட்டிலிருந்து வீசும் முல்லை மலர் வாசம் சொரிந்த காற்றால் மிகுதியானது.</p><p><br /></p><p>தலைவன் இன்னும் வந்திருக்கவில்லை. காடு கடுமையானது. இரவு நெருங்க நெருங்க காடு வேறு ஒரு பரிமாணம் எடுக்கும் விந்தையான ஒருமை. ஒருமை தான். அது ஒரு கூட்டுயிர். ஒன்றும் ஒன்றும் இணைந்த ஒன்று. அதனூடே நடந்து சென்று ஊரை அடைவதற்கு அந்த ஒன்றோடு ஒன்றாய் ஆகிவிட்ட உயிர்களுக்கு சாத்தியமான செயல். தலைவன் நடந்து கொண்டிருந்தான். தோளில் தொங்கவிட்ட மூங்கிலால் வேயப்பட்ட பையில் கனிகளும் தேன்கூடும் கிழங்கு வகைகளும் நிறைந்திருந்தன. பலா மரங்களில் கைக்கெட்டும் உயரத்தில் பலாப்பழங்கள்</p><p>இருந்தும் அதனை மற்றொரு நாளைக்கு விட்டுவைத்து நடந்தான். மற்றொரு நாளைக்கோ மற்றொரு உயிருக்கோ. தன் சிறார்களின் விளையாட்டு களைப்பை தன் ஒரு அணைப்பில் சரி செய்யும் வலிமையான தோள் கொண்ட அத்தலைவன், அவர்களின் ஆவலான எதிர்பார்ப்பை விரைவில் தனித்திட சற்றே விரைந்து நடந்தான். </p><p>ஈர வாசம் கலந்த முல்லை மலரின் நறுமணமும் கால் விரல்களின் இடுக்கில் புகுந்து கொண்ட செம்மண் சேரும் ஆங்காங்கே இலைகள் தெறிக்கும் மழையின் மீதியும் அவனை காட்டுடன் இரண்டறக்கலந்தது. தூரத்தில் ஊர் தென்பட்டது. மினுக் மினுக் என்று அந்த மாலை விளக்கொளி அவனுக்கு அறைகூவல் விடுத்தது. அவ்விளக்கொளியில் தலைவியின் மனம் அழைப்பது புரிந்தது.</p><p><br /></p><p>நீண்ட நெடும் வீதிகள், வழிப்போக்கர்கள், வாணிபம் செய்வோர், நடந்து பழகிவிட்ட சாலைகள், சிற்றூர் என்றாலும் குடிகளின் தேவை அனைத்தும் தீர்க்கும் அணைத்து அம்சங்களும் உள்ளடக்கிய ஒரு சிறு நாடாகவே இருந்தது. குளம் குட்டைகள் , சிற்றோடை, செம்மண் புலம், சிறு குன்றுகள், தூரத்தே மாமலை, இன்னும் சற்றே தொலைவில் காட்டாறு, என்ன இல்லை அங்கே. இயற்கை தன் கற்பனைத்திறனை வாரிதெறித்திருந்தாள். வாழ வைத்திருந்தாள். </p><p><br /></p><p>வந்தேறினான் தலைவன். தெரிந்த முகங்கள் வீதியில் விசாரித்தனர். ஒரு வித நிம்மதி பெருமூச்சு நெஞ்சை நிறைத்தது. வந்தது வீடு. முறுநகையுடன் தலைவி காத்திருந்தாள். கால சிறு துளியின் அந்த நிமிடம், உறைந்து நின்றது. சிறு பிரிவு தான். என்றாலும் இலக்கணத்தில் அடங்காத வேற்றுமை உருபால் இணையப்பட்டதால், அதன் பரிமாணம் மிகப்பெரியது அவர்களுக்கு. சிறார்கள் ஓடோடி வந்து அணைத்து கொண்டனர். பைகளில் தேடினர். எடுத்து கொண்டு ஓடினர். பகிர்ந்து கொண்டனர். சண்டை இட்டனர். மெதுவாக இரவு போர்த்தியது. ஊர் அடங்கிற்று. கால்நடைகள் அடைந்தன. காற்று மட்டும் அடங்கவில்லை. மெல்லிய முல்லை வாசக்காற்று. இல்லிருந்து இருந்து காத்திருந்து காலத்துளிகளை எண்ணியும் எண்ணியும் கடந்து இறுதியில் சேர்ந்தனர் அவர்கள். நேர்த்தியாக வடித்தெடுத்த மாலவன் கோவில் ஊர் நடுவே கம்பீரமாக நின்று குளிர்ந்த நிலவொளியில் இன்னும் சற்றே குளிர்ந்தது.</p><p>பொழுது புலரும் , பூச்சிகள் கிளறும், கால்நடைகள் மேயச்செல்லும், புள்ளினங்கள் படபடக்கும், அதனூடே மானுடம் தழைக்கும். நேயம் வளரும்.</p><p>முல்லை முற்றும். இல்லிருத்தல் முல்லை என்பார்கள். ஆயர், திருமால், காடு ஆகிய உரிப்பொருட்களை தொடர்பு படுத்தி எழுதி உள்ளேன். படித்தமைக்கு நன்றி. பகிரவும். கருத்துக்களை பதிவிடவும். வணக்கம்.</p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-36903991745291292942020-09-16T16:31:00.002+05:302020-09-16T16:31:31.408+05:30How to overcome jealousy - looking into the scriptures & Gurus<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Self-help thoughts which can ward off jealousy from our
scriptures & Gurus<o:p></o:p></p>
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</span></span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Poornam adah Poornam idam Poornaath
Poonamudachyate, Poornasya Poornamadaya Poornameya vishisyathe – Ishavasya Upanishad<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">When you and me are
already full, where is there a hole to fill?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</span></span></span></i><!--[endif]--><em><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;">vasanaad
Vasudevasya</span></em><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> vasitham bhuvana trayam,</span></span></i><i style="text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="background: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Sarva bhutha nivasosi vasudeva
namosthuthe – Vishnu Sahasranamam</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><em><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;">Vasudeva resides in all forms and if so who is having more
than you and who is having less?<o:p></o:p></span></em></p>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Yagnaarthaarth karmanonyatra lokoyam
karma bandhanah – Bhagvad Gita– </span></i><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">any action which is not for the grand Yagna (working towards overall
rise of consciousness) will only keep you here for a longer time<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</span></span></span></i><!--[endif]--><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">This is a complete life by itself
-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadhguru JV<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-7356184709007059352017-07-28T01:27:00.000+05:302017-07-28T01:50:06.901+05:30Award yourself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On a recent outbound official trip organized by my employer, there as usual was a cultural night, an award ceremony, presentations by leaders, good food and fun trips. We, all the employees, look forward to it every year with enthusiasm. It is an event to meet people from all over the country, across functions, share experiences etc. The most interesting part of this outbound, which deserves a blogpost even after two months, is the award session.<br />
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Awards are given out for best performers who walk thru the crowd proudly and collect it, and come down the stage feeling heart bulging with success. This singular event has different types of impacts on different category of employees. The first one is the awardee. As it is supposed to be, it will be very motivating for him/her. It will be a lure for the other 'almost there' category of employees for doubling up performance next year. There is a third category, who does not take it very seriously and happily drinking the free wine and it is another ordinary evening for them. There is a fourth category, where I fall. The ones who become sad or envious or thoughtful or a mix of many other emotions.<br />
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Let us call this feeling 'gloomy' for the moment. This gloomy feeling, arises in me, not only in award sessions like this. It comes when there are disparities in life, in general. Disparities in promotions, disparities in CTCs, disparities in infrastructure of workstations, disparities in the living standards of colleagues, and many more. And the underlying tenet of this gloominess, is my value system which says no two human beings can be compared and no life is even a tad more important than the other.<br />
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Analysis of this value system for my own benefit:<br />
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Is anyone more important than the other?<br />
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In this game of daily life, if we are attached to materials, or even if we are not, we are invariably working towards sustenance of human lives, in various forms. All of us. Starting from the person who jumps into the manhole to clean the underground drainage system, to the MD of a company which produces garments for him, to the guy in the gas station who fills the MD's car with gas for him to go to office and review the profits, to the farmer who makes food for all of these, I can go on and on. In this deeply interconnected world, who is important and who deserves praise? Can anyone perform alone without this support system? Is it not one collective job of human sustenance and nothing else, that the earth and all the people in it are working for? Having said that, the question comes to awards for an individual for high performance. Does it makes sense? To my mind, it clearly does not.<br />
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Contributions - Low or High?<br />
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There can be low and high contributors to this sustenance game. I have planted 100 trees and contributed to the sustenance. Does that make me eligible for an award? To my mind, again it does not. If there are contributions to the sustenance support system, it is out of the things drawn out of the same system. So where is the merit?<br />
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Who qualifies for award - Let us hear from Lord Krishna himself:<br />
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The only person qualifying for the award is the one who <i>knows</i> that, he is drawing things conscioulsy out of the sustenance support system (he calls it Yagna in the 3rd Chapter) and gives back things consciously to the same system. The fact that he draws more or gives more, does not really matter as long as he knows that it is for and of the system. That's what Krishna says.<br />
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Would like to quote from Gita on the above event:<br />
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<i><b>3.5 of Gita: Karyate hyavasah karma sarvah prakruti jair gunaih</b></i> - All beings do the karma helplessly as per their nature - All beings include the boss, the employee, the MD, the manhole guy and the gas station guy<br />
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<i><b>3.9 of Gita: Yajnartharth karmanonyatra Lokoyam karma bhandanah</b></i> - All actions you do which are not contributing to the Yajna, bounds you to this world - Which means though the awardee gets award s/he is still bounded unless he realizes that he is only drawing something from the Yagna or the sustenance support system and it is a privilege to be returned graciously.<br />
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If this knowledge goes deep inside, then every action and every word in our day to day life is an award which we bestow upon ourselves.<br />
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Written at 1:28 AM 28th July 2017, Colombo.<br />
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Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-42192909160086915222013-02-13T13:43:00.001+05:302013-02-13T13:43:20.098+05:30Mother Kaveri<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Will you be surprised if I tell you that I have changed my job from metro-chennai, with all its malls, sathyam theatre, mareena beach and ECR to some remote village with cow-dungs and paddy straw near Karur mainly because I’m interested in living on the banks of river Kaveri? (Yes, I joined our Pugalur sugar factory by November ’12) Well, may be I am exaggerating! But the love I have for this river is so deep that, I kinda considered living on its banks as an important factor while making a change decision. Call it an emotional decision, I don’t bother. I’ll share the reasons for this kind of influence this river had on me:<br />
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I grew up on the banks of river South Pennar. Whenever I was there in my native and whenever there was water in the river (It’s not a perennial river) during my stay there, I went only to the river to take bath. I can even proudly say that 75% of my 75% (% of water in human body) is contributed by this river. Balance 25% is from Chennai mineral water, that’s another story.<br />
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Where South pennar or Dakshina pinakini as it is called elsewhere, is hardly 750 metres wide at our place (if you are really interested, I’d say that I hail from a town called Tirukoilur on the southern bank of South Pennar in Villupuram Dt.), Kaveri is more than a Km wide and appeared gigantic, not simply gigantic but mighty heavy gigantic to my narrow eyes.<br />
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Next reason is that, now I have decided to work in Sugar industry, this business solely depends on the one and only plant, sugarcane. Interesting thing is the very juice which oozes out of the cane which our ryots (Pugalur) harvest is nothing but Kaveri water (of course, added with sucrose. But the H2O part of the juice is from Kaveri). Many channels cut out from this river irrigate nearly 5 to 6 districts of Tamil Nadu. I like this connection very much, the connection between business and nature.<br />
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Every month when my phone beeps the message tone for the credit in my salary account, I want to thank this river coz just becoz it flows silently without any expectation, things are going smooth (very true that now there is less water, but if this continues for two or more years we would be in real trouble). This one river’s failure to provide water results in announcements of droughts, farmer suicides, relief measures and loss of peace, which means this river, is our lifeline.<br />
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To add to the above, any one who has ever read Ponniyin Selvan of Kalki would simply fall in love with this river. (I wish you read it once. Its available as an Android App too). I am no exception. Athens, Rome, London and Thanjavur – such is the list of ancient cities and the last one is becoz of Kaveri. Not just because it is our rice bowl but because once that city was the stronghold of the Great Cholas. Many brave kings, beautiful queens, cute princesses and young princes lived and died in this city. It is this very old Kaveri which still supplies food and water to ordinary people like us.<br />
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In all, this river, provided not only food and water to crores of people of TamilNadu but also brought, dissolved in its waters, the elements of culture and religion which it deposited on its banks which are still visible today. It brought dissolved in its water the bravery and beauty to our prince and princesses, it brought music to musicians, thought to philosophers and so on.<br />
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Hail to our central artery Kaveri. Had I not chosen to be secular in writing this post, I could have told more.<br />
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Last Sunday, I went to Kaveri just to take bath. There was a pathway where I could literally cross half of the river in my bike. There was no sand around that area, thanks to our society’s hungry buildings. It has become plain ground where our cork ball will bounce back to chest level. I sighed heavily coz I couldn’t bear the sight. I heard that Tirupur industrial wastes are drained in Kaveri. Ground water level is becoming low around everywhere. And people make politics with this river water, that’s a public story. No sooner Chetan Bhagat could pick up another ‘Two States’ and cover this hassle.<br />
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Slowly, our central artery will become vein, like what has happened in case of Cooum. But before that, I wish you would take a dip atleast once in this mighty flow of colourless elixir. I had this opportunity and felt thankful.<br />
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Thanks for reading.<br />
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Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-51516897652209363612012-10-03T11:48:00.001+05:302012-10-31T09:58:33.472+05:30What do you want to do?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<em>This is a thought process captured in the form of words. This post is not intended to entertain the reader. It is just verbo-pshyco-gram of my mind.</em><br />
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This is a question which I'm asking myself at the present moment than writing it as a serious blogpost.<br />
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Things have come to a particular state <em>( Or have I brought it to this state, considering the saying that theedhum nandrum pirar thara vaara?)</em> that I am at the verge of making a decision as to what to do in the next five years or ten years or even for the entire life ahead of me?<br />
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And this decision making has become extremely difficult because it is impossible for me to think further to a certain point. It seems to me that my society is revolving around a madness.<br />
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Madness because we forget that we are gonna die in near future and we still do all sort of nonsense;<br />
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Madness because of the fact that even if we are alive for another million million years with the help of rubber heart and sythetic blood and steel bones the sun will become a damn black hole; Even when you go for synthetic food to escape from non-photosynthetic earth, the sun will engulf earth when it becomes a red giant;<br />
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Madness because we forget the fact that all human beings are physically a mix of C, H, O, N derived out of very soil fromt the crust of the earth, engulfing some little mysterious thing;<br />
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Madness because there will be no petroleum in near future and we still discuss about mileage;<br />
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Madness because we forget that no matter what you do, the world will be the same at the emotional level; Bcoz Edison's bulb has not made human race happy altogether;<br />
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Madness because we forget that no matter wherever we go, we will be surrounded by people who irritate us and its upto us to handle it and they have nothing to do with it;<br />
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Madness because we forget the damn fact that no matter what we do for a living, its ultimately all about food & Shelter; coz life still existed in Stone age; And all other things are unnecessary? <br />
Tell me what to do in the next five or ten years or for that matter, the entire life ahead considering the above.<br />
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Oh...Its confusing.........<br />
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Trying to answer to the above,<br />
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If I fix my aim as becoming a CFO or even MD of any company, what good does it do to me? Still I eat the same and all others things than simple food and simple shelter are luxuries or rather unnecesaries.<br />
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Ok, I forget me and fix the aim as raising a good son or daughter, I live for him/her, what good he/she is going to do? Its still the same in this huge lump of madness. I'm not sure if he/she will be able to realize it as madness and get lost in its charm.... of fighting between one another for superiority, of trying to be so called successful by joining in good colleges and good courses, of comparing between their friends and colleagues to determine superiority, which is all nothing but super madness, coz superiors and successful people dont eat gold....<br />
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And if its all about eating what if I quit everything and go to a damn forest and live by eating fruits and roots?? Sounds good but what good I do to the society? Nothing....But surely Im no hindrance Im happy with that.... I dont take part in deforestation, pollution, and I dont take part in depletion of Ozone, I dont take part in the above madness, I dont disturb any damn life. Even if I die of hunger, I die clean and happy.<br />
But unfortunately I cannot fix this as aim;<br />
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So what to do?????????????? The only thing to do now is to stay clean even in this crowd of madness. But its pulling down........... Needs more practice and patience.<br />
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Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-28963414230453706212012-09-28T17:37:00.002+05:302012-09-28T17:37:23.790+05:30Tom Sawyer, My dear friend.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A comparison of Tom Sawyer and Me.<br />
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Tom Surendar<br />
Mississipi ThenPennai<br />
Jackson's Island The big hill in the middle of ThenPennai<br />
Huck Finn My village frnds<br />
Sid My bro<br />
The church The Mutt<br />
The cave The Panchapandava cave at athulyanadeswar temple, arakandanallur (Actually it <br />
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Becky Too many <em>(though I never took them to the cave)</em><br />
The haunted house Demolished now. A big building near railway crossing. <em>(owners... sorry)</em><br />
Aunt Polly My Mom<br />
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Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-39215230109554732002012-04-18T13:32:00.001+05:302012-04-18T13:36:35.819+05:30Fraudulent Job mails complaint<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If you receive any mails seeking security deposits for job offers in big companies please be safe.<br />
Please double check with the company's website for alerts.<br />
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In case of Hyundai Please call 044 47100000<br />
Im writing this as an employee of Hyundai Motor India.<br />
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This post is in public interest.</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-43558631928634244442012-04-10T11:57:00.000+05:302012-04-10T11:57:29.729+05:30Unthinkable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1. where does the universe end? If it ends somewhere whats beyond it???<br />
2. Define mistake in an environment where there are no rules.<br />
3. Who is right?<br />
4. Where is heaven and where is hell? If there is any heaven what is its roof made of? And what if I pierce the roof to reach its other end and able to see what lies there?<br />
5. What will happen to this very earth after Sun has become a black hole?<br />
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பழந்தமிழ் எழுத்துக்கள்.<br />
இந்த எழுத்துக்கள் வாயிலாக பகிர்ந்து கொண்ட தகவல்கள் என்னவாக இருக்கும்? இந்த எழுத்துக்களை உருவாக்கிய மனிதர்கள் எவ்விதம் வாழ்ந்திருப்பார்கள்? இது நம் தமிழின் பரிணாம வளர்ச்சியை காட்டும் புகைப்படம்.</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-72998985492518460392011-12-08T13:43:00.000+05:302011-12-08T13:43:35.361+05:30A day's experience with the systems and procedures in India<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ufffff......It was in July that I shifted my residence from a godown...err... sorry, a bachelor's accomadation in Choolaimedu to Middle class residential area of Nanganallur, Chennai.<br />
And I was supposed to get: Gas connection, New address proof for this residence, Change my Landline Telephone connection to this address and get Ration card to this address... Sorry I forgot the following too... Change address in Bank accounts, PAN Card oh.... a lot more.<br />
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Getting a gas connection literally S*CK*D....<br />
I went to the Prathana Gas agency near Madipakkam Koot Road.<br />
Enquired for getting a gas connection:<br />
She told write your address. They ll come for verification.<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Step 1: Writing your address</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">We waited. We both were working and the house will remain locked during the working hours.</span><br />
The verification guy came and called. I said we will not be available in working hours. After a few days, one of our relatives thankfully stayed a few days at home and they helped by being available at the time of the prime minister... sorry.. the verification guy's arrival.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 2: Make yourself available irrespective of your office or any trivial thing of that sort when the guy comes for verification.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Unfortunately, we were using a cylinder at the time of his arrival and so he asked how it came there and if we were already using why register. (come on man... How do we eat if we wait for your damn connec****tion). We wrote a letter pleading (begging) that we were using our relative's connection and its not ours.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 3: Be careful that you dont use any cylinder at the time of verification guy's arrival. If you were using, u should be able to provide whose cylinder it is and get their signature also.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">(Long sigh)</span><br />
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That guy gave a slip for verification (made of Gold??)<br />
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Like a weak little humble all believing goat, I took the slip and went to the same old agency. That building looked more familiar. I gave the address proff, ID proof and that golden slip. I was told that a letter will be delivered to me and I was asked to bring that letter to that office. We waited patiently for a month.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 4: Take that golden slip, with address proof and ID proof. Be ready to get the scronful look if you dont have a ration card or voter's id for the address proof. I submitter HR letter from my office.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 5: WAIT and BE PATIENT</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 6: Check if 3 and a half months has passed from Step 4. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 7: If the answer to step 6 is yes and still you didnt get any platinum letter from them, call and check what happened to your registration papers amidst their busy heap of golden documents. If the answer is No, refer Step 5 two times.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">A single sheet was received after 3 and a half months. It took 4 days for me to take it to their office and ask what to do with that paper platinum. They said bring Rs.6500 for two cylinders. That divinity at the counter opened her lips and uttered that final boon, I thought. Happily I came home.</span><br />
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Took leave of office today i.e., 8th December 2011 for this duty of getting a gas connection and few other important duties. Went there and asked for it. I said I did not want a stove. She looked at me and then said, we will come for verification. ( Me, the poor fellow was not informed, why and what for is the verification)<br />
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I just came home and wrote this blog. (Big sigh)<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Step 8: Refer Step 5</span><br />
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Coming to EB:<br />
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I parked the bike in a shade of a tree and went up there with all the required things. Waited. Waited. I thought the Queue will move. I waited. No it didnt move. I waited. No it didnt work. There were five counters. But only two were open. The other three were closed with daily sheet calendars with Lord Muruga showing his smiling face and Abhaya Hastha. I took it to be the need of the hour. and I waited.<br />
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Long sigh.<br />
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Not even one person moved. Fed up. I came home to make the online payment to EB.<br />
And till now, I am refreshing the EB page.<br />
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God knows if I had made the payment even at this second.<br />
Thanks to our systems and Procedures.<br />
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Ooooffff......... Retiring.<br />
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Mostly to keep logs of what I think and What I do and to find people with similar interest and also to quench the thirst of writing in public.<br />
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But sadly, its not upto my mark. I wanted my blog to be filled with a lot of visits, discussions, comments and to create a big public awareness and a meeting spot for cultural discussions, spiritual discussions and sometimes a hangout point for a bored youth. Too much eh? Yeah...It should be....<br />
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But where is my blog now? Its just a nanomicron in the cloud.<br />
What should I do to make my blog a hub?<br />
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1.Be thematic. But before that find what is my theme? It could be travel, It could be people etc. A blog should be a one stop for one particular thing<br />
2.Be creative. In words, In design, In flow. Be Crisp.<br />
3.Be-lieve that my blog can become popular because there are more people in the world looking out what they need.<br />
4.Send links to as many as possible. Advertisement works. Cant rely on google all the time to direct to my blog.<br />
5.Key words are the key.<br />
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Following these one can make a blog popular. The journey begins......</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-12954629307096257442011-11-28T16:01:00.000+05:302011-11-28T16:01:36.013+05:30Why??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1.Travelling to my native makes me excited. But not with high decibel sound service show offs mourning their lost love in a public bus. Especially when there could be one or two with head aches or would be happily travelling to their own happy destinations, Vaazve maayam playing in that China handset makes me hell impatient. Why?<br />
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2. I visited a temple this weekend. Many happy children were playing along. One mother asked a child: He is also (pointing to another kid) of your age. Look at him. How dutiful and knowledged he is? Why couldnt you be so?<br />
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And then the mother came along in front of the God and knelt before him and took the Mangala haarathi and left with him quietly to take prasaadham.<br />
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Why parents compare and bring about inferiority complex?? Why couldnt they treat two lives equal? If they believe in the so called God, aren't all the lives his products? Can then the same so called God make a mistake? If answer is yes, why pray him?</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-12326940785186082322011-11-18T11:33:00.000+05:302011-11-18T11:33:15.725+05:30Don't they connect?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1.Margazhi month - early morning - fog - chill condensed oxygen - rangoli - female brain - network - sikku kolam: It makes sense to me<br />
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2.Peepul tree - always a ganesh - upanayanam - peepul branch - naagar idols - intertwined naagas - ida and pingala - kundalini - naagar chaturthi - aadi maasam - separation of young newly married couples: Hidden connections revealed<br />
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3.Srirangam - 7 prakaarams - 7 chakras - body - temple - meru structure - meru dhanda: supreme connections<br />
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4.Dan Brown - Angels and Demons - Illuminati - 5 symbols - Pancha bootha - pagans - Hindus: The lost connection<br />
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</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-6508556305813226962011-10-23T10:33:00.000+05:302011-10-23T10:33:29.579+05:30Tamizh.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAz0Vb4snDNcFfJNSN7q9VtwTfoT0-bQ81lVrpkGoIb6qmNgRnWMFgnGsEMIQLs7phsby9EN9D-97SSOmO7eq3L5MtJJdD2ofERZsZg5p5A-z9hk3C0KBFzpGAXWAKawvfmJnC78CzXRw/s1600/230218_1817821079395_1056165329_1705104_3432970_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAz0Vb4snDNcFfJNSN7q9VtwTfoT0-bQ81lVrpkGoIb6qmNgRnWMFgnGsEMIQLs7phsby9EN9D-97SSOmO7eq3L5MtJJdD2ofERZsZg5p5A-z9hk3C0KBFzpGAXWAKawvfmJnC78CzXRw/s320/230218_1817821079395_1056165329_1705104_3432970_n.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">சிந்திக்க வைக்கும் வரிகள்...... Facebook இல் கண்டது.</div></div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-77774772844971130622011-09-29T11:41:00.002+05:302011-09-29T12:27:17.307+05:30Andhili, Arakandanalloor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A solitary road diverges from the Villupuram - Thirukkovilur main road near Arakandanallur police station..<br />
This road will take you to a place called Andhili, a small village... sorry... I would rather call it a hamlet....<br />
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A slow and silent river (South Pennar), few hills here and there on its banks... Two small shrines on two of those hills... Greenish paddy fields all around with plenty of water thru the canals cut out from the river... Big Banyan and Peepul Trees... innocent village people... What more do you want on earth??<br />
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This is in peak summer...so the river is dry... By October, this place will be flourishing with life energy.<br />
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Can you locate the shrine....<br />
and the peepul trees...<br />
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All these are at andhili... Near Narasimha swamy temple...<br />
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I spent nearly three months for preparing my CA Final Exams. Everyday morning I come to this place with my books... brush teeth with fresh neem stick from the tree grown on the river bank... do my morning chores.. take bath in the river... and then sit for study at the small shrine...This I did continuosly for three months...<br />
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But how long will u sit with your books... I just wander out in the river or climb a hill and explore it... Feeling like a stone age man... And then my thought process brought me to a state of mind where I felt like there is no need for anything else than just living... That I consider is a real learning than the CA subjects... Nature taught me few other things too... <em>(thats a different post)</em><br />
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<em>Summary of my thoughts there:</em><br />
At that moment I lost interests in jobs, money, city life etc coz.........<br />
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All a human need to do is to live... wherever he be... whatever he does... To put in one word he is living<br />
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To live means living a life with nature without disturbing any damn thing on the very earth...<br />
To live means living with other living things just like what happens in a forest...<br />
To live is to breath fresh air right from beneath a big tree...<br />
To live is to drink clean water whenever you want just by walking to the river bank <em>(forgetting sump, water motor, water carrying trucks, city corporation)</em><br />
To live is to live in a place where you can think what why and hows of this very existence....<br />
To live is to live not worrying coz trees animals and other micro organisms which are very primitive forms of life compared to humans dont worry for a damn thing....<br />
To live is to live lively....<br />
All these happens at Indian villages.... where life is at its fullest vibration....<br />
By a river side... On on a silent hill or mountain... On lonely beaches...In forest....<br />
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Want to be in a village and explore more of the self....<br />
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Well, When I read it again before clicking the publish button.... I could see the drift in topic... but could not help it... Let this be a verbal graph of my thought process....<br />
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Commetz plzzzzz.....</div>
Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-7405033665669552822011-09-08T10:00:00.003+05:302011-11-22T08:57:35.747+05:30English and Sanskrit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There has been a Mahabharatha going on between people who argue that Sanskrit is an indigenous Indian Language, born and raised in India and those who argue that Greek, Latin and Sanskrt had a common source and the aryans who spoke that common source moved from central asia to NorthWestern Indian plains.<br />
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Im not going there because I dont know anything about that. But I was awestruck by the traces of similarity between English and Sanskrt. Ill post a few words. You add if you find any.<br />
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English - Sanskrt<br />
1. Three - Tri (Triguna, Triloka)<br />
2.September - Saptami<br />
3.October - Ashtami Though these are not exactly the 7th,8th,9th or 10th month<br />
4.Novemeber - Navami there must sure be a story behind it.<br />
5.December - Dasami<br />
6.Antonyms prefixing the sound 'a' - symmetrical X Assymetrical; Neeti X Aneeti (U can build many like <br />
these)<br />
7.Dental (Something related to tooth) - Dantha (Ekadantha-ganapathy where tusk is nothing but tooth)<br />
8. Centre - Kendra (In English C is sometimes pronounced as K rite? Try it that way)<br />
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Ill keep editing and posting more when it occurs.<br />
You can also add in comments.<br />
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But why all these? Coz Im just curious......</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-28652178336653096892011-09-02T15:20:00.000+05:302011-09-02T15:20:10.618+05:30bharathiyin kavidhaichaaru<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;">கண்ணன் பாட்டு:</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;">பாரதியின் கவிதைகளிலேயே என்னை மிகவும் கவர்ந்தது இந்த கண்ணன் பாட்டு என்பேன். கண்ணனை தோழனாக, அரசனாக, மகளாக, காதலனாக, காதலியாக பாவித்து பாரதி புனைந்த அற்புதம் அது.</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;">அவற்றுள் சில வரிகள் என்னை வெகுவாகக்கவர்ந்தன:</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><u>கண்ணன் என் தோழன்:</u></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><em closure_uid_cumdpd="163"><span style="color: blue;">பொன்னவிர் மேனி சுபத்திரை மாதை புறங்கொண்டு போவதற்கே இனி என்ன வழி எனக்கேட்கில் உபாயம் இருகணத்தே உரைப்பான்.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;">இதில் இரு கணம் என்பதை கூர்ந்து நோக்குக. அடுத்த வரி:</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: blue;">அந்த கன்னன் வில்லாளர் தலைவனை கொன்றிட காணும் வழி ஒன்றில்லேன் வந்திங்கு உன்னை அடைந்தனன் என்னில் உபாயம் ஒருகணத்தே உரைப்பான்.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;">அந்த உபாயத்திற்கு இரு கணம். இதற்கு ஒரே கணம் தான்!!!! போர் கண்ணனுக்கு எவ்வளவு எளிது என்பதை இந்த நுணுக்கதிலிருந்து அறிய <span closure_uid_cumdpd="205" style="color: black;">வைக்கிறார் பாரதி.</span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><em closure_uid_cumdpd="204"><span closure_uid_cumdpd="203" style="color: blue;">காதல் விளைய மயக்கிடும் பாட்டினில் கண்மகிழ் சித்திரத்தில் பகை மோதும் படைத்தொழில் யாவினுமே திறம் முற்றிய <span style="color: blue;">ப</span></span><span style="color: blue;">ண்டிதன் கான்.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">இதில் கண்ணனின் பூரணத்வம் எளிமையாக கூறப்பட்டுள்ளது. செய்யும் அனைத்திலும் வெற்றி......</span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="112" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><u>கண்ணன் என் தந்தை:</u></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">இதில் கண்ணனை இன்பமாக இகழ்கிறார் பாரதி.</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="268" style="color: blue;">செல்வத்திர்கோர் குறை இல்லை, எந்தை சேமித்து வைத்த பொன்னுக்கு அளவொன்றில்லை. </span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="268" style="color: blue;">கல்வியில் மிகச்சிரந்தோன், அவன் கவிதையின் இனிமை ஓர் கணக்கிலில்லை.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="268" style="color: blue;">பல்வகை மான்பினிடையே கொஞ்சம் பயித்தியம் அடிக்கடி தோன்றுவதுண்டு.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="268" style="color: blue;">நல்வழி செல்லுபவரை மனம் நையும் வரை சோதனை செய் நடத்தை உண்டு.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: black;">முதலில் படித்த போது இது ஒரு வஞ்சப்புகழ்ச்சியாக, தனிச்சுவையாக இருந்த வரி. எண்ணி எண்ணி ரசித்தேன்.</span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><u closure_uid_cumdpd="275">கண்ணன் என் சேவகன்:</u></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">இதைக்கேளுங்கள்....</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>கூலி மிகக்கேட்பார், கொடுத்தெல்லாம் தாம் மறப்பார்.</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>வேலை மிக வைத்திருந்தால் வீட்டிலே தங்கிடுவார்.</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>ஏனடா நேற்றைக்கு நீ இங்கு வரவில்லை? என்றால்...</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>பானையிலே தேள் இருந்து பல்லால் கடித்தது என்பார்.</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>வீட்டில் பெண்டாட்டி மேல் பூதம் வந்தது என்பார்.</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">இப்படியாக நகைச்சுவையுடன் கூடிய பல்சுவை மிகுந்த வரிகள் கண்ணன் பாட்டினில் காணலாம்.</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><u>கண்ணன் என் அரசன்:</u></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">இதில் கண்ணனில் நையாண்டி செய்து பின்பு உச்சியில் ஏற்றுவார் பாரதி.</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">முதல் சில வரிகளில்....</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="345" style="color: blue;">பகைமை முற்றி முதிர்ந்திடும் மட்டிலும் பார்த்திருப்பதல்லால் ஒன்றும் செய்திடான்.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span closure_uid_cumdpd="347" style="color: blue;">நகை புரிந்து பொருத்து பொருத்தையோ நாட்கள் மாதங்கள் ஆண்டுகள் போக்குவான்.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><em><span style="color: blue;">இடையன் வீரமில்லாதவன் அஞ்சினோன் என்றவர் சொல்லும் ஏச்சிற்கு நாணிலான்.....</span></em></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">என்பன போல் சொல்லிவிட்டு...</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">பிற்பகுதியில்....</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span closure_uid_cumdpd="344" style="color: blue;"><em>காலம் வந்து கை கூடுமப்போதிலோர் கணத்திலே புதிதாக விளங்குவான்.</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><span style="color: blue;"><em>ஆலகால விடத்தினை போலவே அகிலமுற்றும் அசைந்திடச்சீருவான்....</em></span></div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">என்று நெகிழச்செய்கிறார் பாரதி.</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_cumdpd="119">இன்னும் பல்சுவை கொண்ட பாரதியின் கவிதைச்சாரினை பருகி இன்புறுக.</div><br />
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</div></div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-35169671718599603392011-07-30T10:51:00.004+05:302011-08-01T08:32:16.226+05:30My pet dog Somu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It was a stormy evening in my village, when I was leisurely enjoying the Cartoon Network Channel, say The Scooby Doo Movies and The Popeye Show. <br />
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</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131">I barely cared.</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131">The TV and my mom's scolding continued to play. My father was cursing for not letting him to watch the 8'O clock news. We thought News was the ugliest thing which could occur on such an entertaining device. A singular face, looking at us like a moron and moving the lips uttering unusual sounds was boring to the core.</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131">I tried to care a little and then dropped the idea of finding where this very familiar sound is coming from, in this stormy evening. Because I know, if I attend to it, it will become of burden of responsibility. I tried to concentrate on my own troubles like, how Im gonna handle my Tamil teacher the next morning, for I didnt complete the imposition. I was devising many techniques to spend as little time at home as possible, in doing things which in any remote way is related to school.</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_1fjjv4="131">Impulse drove me out in the direction of that sound. There laid, in the adjacent plot, amidst wet sand and mud, a poor little light brownish living thing, which elders of our place use to call 'a dog'. I dont know how it happened to come there, who was its mom or which Rakshas left it there. All I wanted to do was to feed it with little warm milk and bring it home and make it feel little cozy. I went out and looked at it and observed it closely. My brother with umbrella in his hands, extended it involuntarily to cover the pup from rain. The pup little raised its poor eyebrows and looked at us. There was a thousand words in that one look. It said.... </div><br />
Oh! Atlast some mercy in the world..... <br />
Please.... Give me some food and shelter.... <br />
Who are you guyz? Are you gonna hurt me? Please dont....Ill myself die in another few minutes...<br />
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<div closure_uid_m12nzo="111">I was in my VIII class by then. I had to get permission from my mom for doing anything new. My mom came out and looked at us critically, asked a few questions about it and asked us to leave it there and come in coz it was raining. It was not a high quality breed but the common type found on South Indian roadside. The highly disgusting animal for many Indian households. But for me and my brother, it looked like a poor living thing appealing for some food and life, which were its birthright. I searched for its mom, the only thing which can wipe of the sorrow in just a second.</div><br />
<div closure_uid_r3orqf="110">Then we decided to give it some shelter below the staircase which leads to the terrace of our house. We picked two old gunny bags and made a bed for it. I brought a kottankuchi, after ensuring that none of the eyes of the wooden cup are open, poured little milk into it and took it towards the mouth of the creature. It smelled the milk and rose upon its feet and drank it hungrily. With every lick of the milk the creature made, I was growing happy as if my tummy was getting full. It finally licked it and cleaned its new wooden cup, rolled its tongue around its mouth, raised its head and looked at us. We tried it with little more milk. It worked only to half the cup and then it went to sleep for the night. Fully satisfied of the good deed I did for the night, I slept happily.</div><br />
<div closure_uid_1fjjv4="134">From next morning we started feeding it daily and without knowing we adopted it as our pet. The pup chose the space below the staircase as its home and we could always find it there. It got used to our faces and voices. I was surprised and happy and grateful all at once when my mom gave me an old plastic bowl as a plate for the pup.</div><br />
Namakaranam: A week later, it became part of our family. We were calling it <em>'Naai kuty'</em>. But its not the usual practice with pets. That evening we discussed and finally chose the name as <em>'Somu'</em> (because Ramu was a very common dog name in those days and we didn't want to copy bcoz it was not exam time).<br />
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Another week slowly wagged off... sorry... went by....<br />
And Somu got used to its name. We often call it by name and rejoice when it turns its head in the direction of the voice calling its name. Ill do all experiments. Ill go to the backyard, terrace, verandah window and try call its name, to double check whether it accepted its name and knows that. I felt proud when it responds for its name coz Im the one who converted it from a <em>'Naai kutty' </em>to <em>Somu.</em><br />
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<div closure_uid_1km9dg="112">After months, people in the locality started accepting the pup too and to add to my happiness they too called it <em>Somu. </em>I sometimes proudly share the namakaranam experience with the other children of the locality. They also started feeding it. Somu slowly became our locality's dog. Everyday, it will get food in some house. But wherever it went, it came to its home for sleeping. Daily night we will spend some time together sitting out. Somu will also sit with us and listen to us. We were not sure if it understood when we talked about it. One evening it saved us from a big bug <em>(Nattuvaakkaali)</em> bite. Whenever we come home after a long absence, vooowh... it will act crazy licking all of us, coming round and round, uttering crazy sounds.</div><br />
A neighbourhood kid used to sit on it and go for a <em>Naai savaari.</em> It never bites anyone. It was a warm and friendly dog to everyone. Atlast one day it was killed by a pig shepherd in the midnight because it used to be a hindrance for the pigs to cross our area. Pitifully we buried it near the paddy fields. I was again surprised when my mom cried on its death and I didnt. Of course I was very sad and eventually I forgot. But whenever I see that guy, I mean that pig shepherd I get the memories of my <em>Somu.</em></div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-8711526297987400842011-05-24T12:18:00.002+05:302011-05-24T13:36:31.467+05:30Is that just another day? The April 8th 1986?????<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My grandma <em>(mom's mom) </em>was dead when my mom was six months pregnant. So my mom was sent to Trichy to her elder sister's house, who obviously took charge of the midwife post.<br />
I, who did not know <em>(till now)</em> where from I came to my mom's womb, who did not know anything happening in the outside world, was silently awaiting the D-Day.<br />
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The D-Day came and it happened to be my birthday. 8th April 1986 in Srirangam, a temple town in Trichy.... I was born <em>(so was I told)</em>....<br />
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Today is 5th May 2011 9:30AM Sriperumbudur..... There was ample time between these two singularly peculiar dots on the eternal timeline.... yes... I guess its eternal even to me....<br />
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What did I do in all these time? To put frankly, nothing. I just lived <em>(Thank god, I did something atleast)</em>. Like any other living thing <em>(I didnt use the word human)</em>.... <br />
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I lived... I took some food, grew, went to school, tried to learn something about the world around me sought all sort of happiness, and kept doing it over and over....<em>(I dont remember asking why I was sent to school... All children of my age were going to school.... If I didnt go, that wud ruin my life... I will not have the material advantages like others... I will be an odd man out... My mom and dad did not either asked the question... why should a child be sent to school? Why? Seeking the answer to that one logical question wud have given answers to many unanswered questions which followed....But no one did.... Neither did I)</em><br />
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At the same time in a remote jungle in some remotest part of India, was born a monkey <em>(on the same D-Day)....</em> It was not sent to shcool... It was taught by its mom and dad and friends how to jump and climb... How to do whatever it is supposed to do... It ate, grew, sought all sort of happiness.<br />
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Lets take these two living things and compare:<br />
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Me on one side and the good monkey on the other side. We both know to eat, grow and seek happiness. So whats the difference?<br />
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Monkey is subject to no ethics....Is that good? Monkey knows no good and bad...There is no feeling called guilty in its life... or is there any feeling at all? It can steal from any house for its food... whereas my food is attained thru dharmic means... I was subject to rights and wrongs... Why? Why is there a difference between two living things? No Ill reframe my question. Why is there a difference between all living things and human beings? Why humans are subject to ethics? Who brought about these differences? What good does it make to mankind? What if I go to no job and roam like a hermit and steal and eat wherever I find food and spend my days living a life which would be no different from what Im doing now?? What if everyone does that?<br />
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Ok that apart... Does the attainment of ethical resources to attain ethical pleasure does any good to me? Should I continue doing that so that some point of time Ill go to heaven, the very existence of which Im not sure about.<br />
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Why????? Well now what's the link between the topic and this content? I was born. What extra did I do when compared to the Monkey. In what way does human life differ from that of any other living thing? Are ethics the only difference? If so what's the use of ethics? I literally didnt know the answer. But there must be something more. I was not born on to die like that monkey does. There must be a HUGE difference between the D-Day and the day I finally close my eyes. Im trying to work on that. I think I confused enough.<br />
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Now its time to Jump and climb... C ya..</div>Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-73957780558255090042011-04-21T12:04:00.000+05:302011-09-29T11:03:53.005+05:30Summmmmmm.....er<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Why this post?<br />
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May be becoz I got bored in this typical summer, sitting in Sriperumbudur, on a rolling chair with this monitor in front of me, typing this post, whereas in my hometown, Manampoondi, a riverside village near Thirukkovilur, following activities happen unnoticed:<br />
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School children enjoying the question paper tearing, book dumping, ink sprinkling and shouting ceremony on the last day of Annual Exams,<br />
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Thenpennai is totally dry with only the sand mafia bullock carts, <em>(the only indifferent thing in any season), </em>the long forgotten cricket bats are dusted up and brought back to action in many houses, and the agricultural fields in the outskirts are subjected to landscape maintanence work with suddenly sprouting unity among the group.<br />
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Power cuts in the scorching noon time makes the entire street and all its houses a playground for Hide n seek to the children who believes that they have got all the time till eternity <em>(one and a half month hardly, coz schools will reopen in June, But the smell of new books and notebook, new uniforms and shoes, new pen... ahh.. that's another post)</em> to play.<br />
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Moms pleading the boys to have lunch, Dads scolding them to read math tables.... <em>(Oh Gosh.. My dad wanted me to recite 16table backwards... I remember wondering if its humanly possible, and till date the only thing I remember is sixteen sixteens are two fifty six)....</em><br />
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Time to explore the dark areas of the village, say the forbidden hill, the haunted white building near the railway track, the river underneath the steel bridge which is rumoured to have no bed at all etc.<em>(what du think? The children are up one standard by next year... They are growing)</em><br />
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Time for travelling to relatives' houses and playing with cousins.... Time to explore other villages too... There may be a new girl in the neighbourhood of cousin's houses who also has to come to vacation..<br />
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Oh... Sorry... Boss calling....GTG.... Happy summer schoolkids... :-(<br />
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Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-37323934575383410012010-10-05T14:21:00.001+05:302010-10-05T14:26:01.349+05:30A world of Books and a company of wordsIt started when I was studying third standard in Thirukkovilur. <br />
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It was a friday evening, in the year 1993 (<em>I dont remember the month).</em> I dropped my overweighing school bag in one corner and rushed to get rid of the uniform thing. My mom was busy in the kitchen making coffee. The aroma of the coffee always reminds me that everything is OK at home and it sort of rejunuvates the tiresome typical school boy in me.<br />
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It was a melancholy evening for me, though the following Saturday and Sunday are holidays. I thought "Oh! wat to do with my time in hand? I have no homework to do, no exams approaching, I have two days holdiay, Tomorrow I will go and play hide n seek in the temple backyard, Sunday, I will watch TV and play cricket....All set for two days...But what exactly should I do now? Ok, will try something new..." and Suddenly my English Text book fell in my view... A week back my English teacher had read us a story from that book. I found it interesting at that time. I was keenly listening. Even as a child, I remember myself as a moody and reserved kind of a schoolboy. But inside I always looked for something interesting to wonder upon.<br />
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Soothingly warm steam from the coffee with its aroma relaxed me and I was just reading the story which my teacher read to our class. The story was about an adventurous boy who goes on a tour with his uncle and cousin, accidentally finds treasure box from a haunted house after escaping various dangers.<br />
Exactly that was the time when my mind got haunted by haunted things. <br />
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From then on, whenever I felt boredom, loneliness, sad, happy, or whatever feeling which can occur to an 8 year old friendless moody kid, I started reading stories which are in some way either adventurous or ghostly. Every bit of spare time I got, I entered into this imaginary world built of books. Sitting in one place in my room, I travelled to Arabia alongwith Sindbad, got shipwrecked with him and brought back treasures to home, Went to wonderland with Alice, Played the prince in Cinderella and Sleeping beauty, acted the invisible friend to Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, and lots more... I also picked up my classmate girls as cinderella, snow white or Rebecca Thatcher... No they didnt know till date that I picked them up as my heroines in my imaginations.... All these I did, sitting in a corner.... I enjoyed that fantasy. These characters soothed my friendless soul. I started building a dreamworld with these characters.<br />
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And till today it continues... Very recently, I read The Scarlet Pimpernal.... And it continues to be my all time favourite...You know what... Sometimes I try to imitate Percy Blakeney but only when Im alone. Otherwise I dont want to lose my self. Sometimes I even thought, what if I became a split personality. But I believe nothing happened as yet. Now, I dont want to miss the theme. I enjoyed so much these books and the wor(l)ds in it that I became addicted to them.<br />
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Once when I was sitting with Sherlock Holmes in the Baker Street, London in the year 2009, my friend suddenly woke me up. "Oh! It was just a dream good God", I said to myself.<br />
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Whenever I find that there is no interesting books around, I started writing. Writing reduced my stress, brough me down and made corrections when I was too much flying high, and brought me up when I was drowning deep. When writing, I started to write for me and only me. The words proved to be best companions when lonely. Most of the times I dont know what to write, but still I write about the vagueness of my mind. After writing I feel like the burden shifted to the paper from my drooping shoulders. Days passed in the company of words and books. Paper became my dumb companion, Words became my wise friend and books my world!!! This world of books is so virtual that the real pain also seemed to be virtual. What is more interesting is that the real world itself started seeming virtual.<br />
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Days rolled on like that and lately, I started picturizing myself as a charecter in this book world. I started observing myself very keenly, standing outside of me, like an author studying his prospective characters from real life. I started thinking my day-to-day events as pages in a Book. It felt like I was not living my life but just filling the pages in my lifebook. Allowing God to make a novel with me the protagonist. It passed thru various chapters say thriller, romantic love story and comedy.<br />
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I am loving it too. With the very thought that its just happening in a story written by the Greatest author, life moves on.... It will....Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968117472562566005.post-67148685643187580262010-09-04T11:15:00.006+05:302010-10-05T15:06:35.128+05:30Tamizhkaar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<strong>தமிழக்கார்காலம்:</strong><br />
கார்காலம் என்றுமே அழகு தான். இந்த எளிய தொடக்கத்தை மழை விரும்பிகள் விரும்ப மாட்டார்கள் என்பதை நான் அறிந்திருக்கிறேன். ஆனாலும் மழையின் அழகு புலவர்களின் திறனையே வற்ற வைத்திருக்கிறது. நான் புலவன் அல்லவே.<br />
தமிழ் நாட்டில் நிலங்களை ஐவகையாக பிரித்திருந்தனர். குறுஞ்சி முல்லை மருதம் நெய்தல் பாலை. இந்த ஐவகை நிலங்களும் பண்டை தமிழகத்தில் கார் காலத்தில் எப்படி இருந்திருக்கும் என்று ஒரு நாள் விட்டத்தை பார்த்தபடி எண்ணியிருந்தேன். பண்டை தமிழனின் மூளைக்குள் குடிபுகுந்து அவனுடைய கண் ஜன்னல்களில் வாயிலாக பண்டை தமிழகத்தை எட்டி பார்க்க வேண்டும் போலிருந்தது. அப்பொழுதும் வெளியில் மழை கொட்டிக்கொண்டிருந்தது. திருக்கோவிலூரில் உள்ள என் வீட்டின் பெட்ரூமில் அமர்ந்து கொண்டு, சூடான காபியை குடித்துகொண்டே என் கற்பனை குதிரையை காலச்சக்கரத்தில் பின்னோக்கி ஒடச்செய்தேன். மூளைக்குள்ளிருக்கும் எந்த பொருளுக்குமே விதிகள் இல்லையே. குதிரை பெரிதாக சிரமப்படவில்லை.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>இடம் : கொல்லி மலைச்சாரல்<br />
காலம்: கார்<br />
நேரம்: வைகறை<br />
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அப்பொழுதே விட்டிருந்த மழையின் தாக்கம் இன்னும் அந்த மலைகளில் காணப்பட்டன. மரங்களில் ஈரம் இன்னும் உலரவில்லை. பறந்து விரிந்த அந்த ஆலமரத்தின் இலைகள் இன்னும் மழை நீரை சொட்டவிட்டு கொண்டிருந்தன. <br />
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மழை காலங்களில் எல்லா உயிர்களும் தேடும் ஒரு பொருள், அடைக்கலம்.<br />
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மனிதன் தோன்றும் முன்னரே அந்த மலைகளில் ஆதிக்கம் செலுத்திய குரங்கினங்கள் மலைக்குகைகளில் தஞ்சம் புகுந்திருந்தன. குகைகளின் வெப்பமும் வெளியில் உள்ள மழையும் என்ன ஒரு இதமான கலவை அவைகளுக்கு. செழித்து வளர்ந்த மலைக்காடுகளில் உணவுக்கோர் பஞ்சமில்லை. மரங்களை சொந்தம் கொள்வோர் எவருமில்லை. இயற்கை அமைத்து தந்த அந்த வீடுகளில் தங்கள் வாழும் கடமையை நிவர்த்தி செய்ய தடைகளும் ஒன்றுமில்லை. எங்கும் இன்பமயம்.<br />
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மலைச்சாரலில் அந்த சிற்றூர் இன்னும் துயிலெழவில்லை. ஆதவன் புவியின் விளிம்பில் எட்டிப்பார்த்த பொழுது, மலையுலகம் சப்தமின்றி உறக்கத்தில் ஆழ்ந்திருந்தது. அந்த உறக்கம், புணர்ச்சி இன்பத்தின் நீட்டிப்பு என்பதை ஆதவன் உணர்ந்திருந்தான் போலும். வழக்கத்திற்கு மாறாக மெல்ல உதிக்கலாணன். கதிரவனின் வெளிச்சம் படவே மெல்ல தேனீக்களின் ரீங்காரம் தொடங்கியது. காலை மணி அடித்தாற்போல மற்ற உயிர்கள் துயிலெழுந்து சோம்பல் முறித்தன. ஈரவாசதால் ஒரு புத்துணர்வு படலத்தை உலகக்கன்னியின் மீது போர்த்தினான் வருணன்.. வெட்கி தலை குனிந்தாள் அவள்... அந்த வெட்கத்தால் சிவப்பேறிய கன்னங்களை போல் இருந்தது இந்த குறிஞ்சி நிலப்பகுதி.<br />
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உயிரோட்டத்தின் மூலமே நீரோட்டம் தான்... அம்மலை உச்சியில் விழுந்து, பாறைகளில் மோதி தெறித்து, பல ஜீவாராசிகளின் உயிரை எழுப்பி, அவைகளின் சிற்றுடலின் தாகம் தனித்தது புதுமழை.. <br />
என்றோ விழுந்து மண்ணை போர்த்து உறங்கி கொண்டிருந்த விதைகள், ஒரு நாள் மழை நீரில் ஊறியதால் சட்டென்று முளைத்து வானை பார்த்து வெகுளியை சிரித்தன.. <br />
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நீருக்கு நிறமில்லை என்பது உண்மை தான்... ஆனால் மழைக்கு நிறமுண்டு...பச்சை... உயிரின் நிறமும் அதுவாகத்தான் இருக்கவேண்டும்...மொத்தமாய் உலகத்தையே நீராட்டும் மழைத்தாய் பச்சை ஆடை போட்டு அழகு பார்க்கிறாள்..<br />
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எங்கெங்கோ விழுந்து மண்ணுடன் கலந்து தழுவி ஓரிடத்தில் கூடி செந்நிற சிற்றோடையாக அந்த சிற்றூருக்குள் வந்தது புது நீர்.. குறமகளிர், புதிய நீர் தோய்ந்த ஈர மண்ணில் கால் வைத்ததால், தங்களின் தண்டுவடத்தில் பாய்ந்த சீதள மின்சாரத்தில் மேலும் மெருகேறி அழகு மிளிர்ந்த முகங்களுடன் தங்கள் தலைவனை துயில் எழுப்பினர்.<br />
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புதிய உலகம் கிடைத்த களிப்பின் மிகுதியை தத்தம் தலைவியருடன் ஜீரணித்து கொண்டிருந்தனர் குரவர்கள்.. இன்பத்தின் உச்சி எப்படி இருக்கும் என்பதை அறியத்தொடங்கினர் அவர்கள்.. தேனும் மலைக்கனிகளும் பலா மரங்களும் காத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தன அவர்களுக்கு விருந்தளிக்க.. இன்பம் என்னும் உலக உணர்விற்கு அப்பால் இருக்கும் விஷயங்களை சிந்திக்க வேண்டிய சூழ்நிலையை அமைத்து கொடுத்த மழைக்கு நன்றி தெரிவித்துக்கொண்டனர் சிந்தனையாளர்கள்... ஊர் என்று ஒன்று இருந்தால் அங்கு சிந்தனைகளும் இருக்கத்தான் வேண்டும்... ஊர்க்கோடியில் கட்டியிருந்த முருகன் கோவிலில் "இன்பத்திற்கு பின்?" என்ற கேள்விக்கு விடை தேடி சென்றார்கள்...<br />
( குறிஞ்சி நிலம் புணர்தலும் புணர்தல் நிமித்தமும் என்ற உரிப்பொருளுக்கே உகந்தது.. அதனால் இன்பத்தை தலையான உணர்வாக வைத்து கற்பனை செய்து பார்த்தேன் )<br />
குறிஞ்சி முற்றும்.Surendar Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08530594412250529677noreply@blogger.com0