தூறல் மெல்ல சாரல் அடிக்க
ஈர மேகம் மெதுவாய் நடக்க
இடையில் தவழும் வெளிச்சக்கோடு
வண்ணதூரிகை வானவில்லாய்
வளைந்து செல்லும் கழுவிய சாலை
மின்னும் வண்ண எண்ணைக் கோலம்
நெஞ்சில் நிறைக்கும் கடந்த காலம்
வானவில்லின் வண்ணசிதறல்..
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Some random thoughts...
Just the situation I heard about kept my thoughts rolling... The abundance of words - lipservice in all is amazing. And the real care, true feelings shown and those who cared- "cared" as in those who takes the extra mile to help, make them happy or indulge are simply forgotten.
Is the world becoming a soceity purely based on convenience and selfishness? Or does the pep talk carry more value than the real? Just like the puffed up resume working wonders where as the real resume is thrown under?
Is today's world has become so very materialistic that there is no place for honesty and truth between friends and family? Just thinking about the amount of back stabbing and sidestepping (is there an expression like that?-sidestepping? ha - what funny term, but I'm gonna keep it here :) to mean silent withdrawal from any kind of relationship).
So how should a person be if he wants to remain sane and honest and still maintain good relationship with world at large? Well a little tricky 'coz of the word "honest".
Friday, December 12, 2008
"Trip to India - Going home and not finding it" - Indira Anupindi
Just finished reading this book - I am still thinking of a word to label this - may be scary? no doesn't sound right. Can I say very intriguing book of a person's visit to India after five years and getting completely disillusioned? I read it. Read it as I always do, cover to cover, front to back.
The author - Indira Anupindi seems extremely matter of fact - she doesn't sit on judgement. She is just stating the facts of today's urban India. The statement is so simple that its a slap on the face for those of us who were used to a culture with decorum. The information shakes the very root of my faith in Indian culture. Being an Indian girl born and brought up with a clear, simple set of rules, instructions and faith, I am heartbroken at the unnerving reality.
I would call the portrayal of this India in the book as India in it's extreme. We have poverty, filth and hunger right at the doorsteps of posh finenesse. Its a combination of the blind faith in following the age old custom where the Indian window is stripped of colors and bangles, as well as where Urban, rich "social" Indian women (not just young mindless girls mind you, these are mothers, mother-in-laws of rich soceity) is finding peace in "gigolos". To be honest - naive that I am this is the first time I come across such a word. But apparently gigolo means the male version of prostitute. The cultural decay is shocking beyond comapare.
The poignant descriptions of how "soceity" women entertain themselves, expensive way they hold their kitty parties, even the simple Rs. 800( the most inexpensive, by Indian standards) are making me revisit my plans of eventually getting back to India for good someday. The subtlity with which she portrays the casual spending habits or today's Indians in India and today's Indians in America is so cool.
I only wish the autor had added some magnificient pictures to match her descriptions of places like Vaishnav Devi temple and Manthralaya. Some aspects apart, definitly a good read for many of us so out of touch with the latest "developments" in India - I only wish these developments are only fiction, rather than the horrid reality it seems to be.
The author - Indira Anupindi seems extremely matter of fact - she doesn't sit on judgement. She is just stating the facts of today's urban India. The statement is so simple that its a slap on the face for those of us who were used to a culture with decorum. The information shakes the very root of my faith in Indian culture. Being an Indian girl born and brought up with a clear, simple set of rules, instructions and faith, I am heartbroken at the unnerving reality.
I would call the portrayal of this India in the book as India in it's extreme. We have poverty, filth and hunger right at the doorsteps of posh finenesse. Its a combination of the blind faith in following the age old custom where the Indian window is stripped of colors and bangles, as well as where Urban, rich "social" Indian women (not just young mindless girls mind you, these are mothers, mother-in-laws of rich soceity) is finding peace in "gigolos". To be honest - naive that I am this is the first time I come across such a word. But apparently gigolo means the male version of prostitute. The cultural decay is shocking beyond comapare.
The poignant descriptions of how "soceity" women entertain themselves, expensive way they hold their kitty parties, even the simple Rs. 800( the most inexpensive, by Indian standards) are making me revisit my plans of eventually getting back to India for good someday. The subtlity with which she portrays the casual spending habits or today's Indians in India and today's Indians in America is so cool.
I only wish the autor had added some magnificient pictures to match her descriptions of places like Vaishnav Devi temple and Manthralaya. Some aspects apart, definitly a good read for many of us so out of touch with the latest "developments" in India - I only wish these developments are only fiction, rather than the horrid reality it seems to be.
"Miles to go before I sleep"
Finding inner peace is becoming an increasingly hard part of life. Amidst all the noises that surround me from dawn to dusk, life just flows on with almost no time to sit and stare. In the tumult, realizing what I want and what I am becomes a hard confusion.
So long ago a poet wrote," I have miles to go before I sleep". Today world has come a part where everybody goes miles and miles everyday with no time to stop and look at the bright orange,red and yellow clad trees, or think about why are we shoveling the breakfast cereal so fast and running out without even waving a bye to the busy person likely preparing two more lunch bags or clearing the dish wahser in the kitchen.
Thinking of a typical day routine - wake up with the kids, get some breakfast in (I never miss it), clean, drop in school, cook, clean (all the while multi tasking - talking on the phone, helping with homeowrk, changing diaper, doing dishes, changing cloths in laundry, folding them if possible, planning dinner etc etc..), then struggle to juggle in some time for exercise, like once a week. Evening comes before I realize, pick up kids, take for classes, give them bath, feed, eat, clean, and finaly when I hit the hay its mostly like 11:00 or so.
I still try to squeeze in about 10 mnts or more of Mercury News with breakfast and give in some time for KRON4 at 11:00. Try to check my emails, respond to them in timely manner and do social calls! Phew!
Am I doing only this much in a day? Did I mention anything about what other things I want to do? Like work on and finish up the book- the theme I had been working on for a long time now??? Playing at least one board game a day with my boy, reading 5 to 7 books a day to both my children? The desire to sit and stare into emprty space or sky at least for 15 mnts without interruting thoughts of chores?
I want to do all this and much more in one day. I think of my dad, who can start his day right and brisk at 4:00 AM inspite of the fact that he went to bed at 12:30 previous night (or should I call it early next day?). My mom who is always up and about any time my dad is up with hot tea for him to start off the day. Time management and efficiency will render some kind of justice to things I want to do in a day. But...
Then where is the inner peace thing I strated off? Very funny. Life goes on.
So long ago a poet wrote," I have miles to go before I sleep". Today world has come a part where everybody goes miles and miles everyday with no time to stop and look at the bright orange,red and yellow clad trees, or think about why are we shoveling the breakfast cereal so fast and running out without even waving a bye to the busy person likely preparing two more lunch bags or clearing the dish wahser in the kitchen.
Thinking of a typical day routine - wake up with the kids, get some breakfast in (I never miss it), clean, drop in school, cook, clean (all the while multi tasking - talking on the phone, helping with homeowrk, changing diaper, doing dishes, changing cloths in laundry, folding them if possible, planning dinner etc etc..), then struggle to juggle in some time for exercise, like once a week. Evening comes before I realize, pick up kids, take for classes, give them bath, feed, eat, clean, and finaly when I hit the hay its mostly like 11:00 or so.
I still try to squeeze in about 10 mnts or more of Mercury News with breakfast and give in some time for KRON4 at 11:00. Try to check my emails, respond to them in timely manner and do social calls! Phew!
Am I doing only this much in a day? Did I mention anything about what other things I want to do? Like work on and finish up the book- the theme I had been working on for a long time now??? Playing at least one board game a day with my boy, reading 5 to 7 books a day to both my children? The desire to sit and stare into emprty space or sky at least for 15 mnts without interruting thoughts of chores?
I want to do all this and much more in one day. I think of my dad, who can start his day right and brisk at 4:00 AM inspite of the fact that he went to bed at 12:30 previous night (or should I call it early next day?). My mom who is always up and about any time my dad is up with hot tea for him to start off the day. Time management and efficiency will render some kind of justice to things I want to do in a day. But...
Then where is the inner peace thing I strated off? Very funny. Life goes on.
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