முரண்

               

ஊரே நிசப்தம் ஆகிப் போன

பின் இரவில்

ஏதோ ஒரு வீட்டில் 

ஏதோ ஒரு நாய்

திடீரென்று தெருவில் போகும் ஒருவரை பார்த்துக் குரைக்கிறது.  

“நடு ராத்திரி ஆகியும் கூட

தூங்காம காவல் காக்குதே” என்ற நிம்மதியில்

திரும்பக் கண் அயர்கின்றனர் வீட்டில் உள்ளவர்கள்

தூங்குவதற்கு.

நாய் பார்த்து குறைத்த மனிதன் போதையில்

நடந்து செல்லும் பாதையை

மறந்துவிடும் கனத்தில் 

அவன் வீட்டில் ஓர் உயிர் கண்கள் சொக்கி விழ,

“நடு ராத்திரி ஆகியும் கூட

வீடு வந்து சேரலயே இந்த ஆளு” என்று எண்ணி

பதறி எழுந்துக் கண்களை துடைத்துக் கொள்கிறது

விழித்திருப்பதற்கு...

-மகா.

இறப்பது மேல்!!!

‘தடால்’ என்று அடித்த பிரேக்கில்

திணறிட்டு எழுந்து

தூக்கம் கலைந்த விவரம் தெரியும் முன்னே,

“ஆடு அடியில மாட்டிக்கிச்சுப்பா”

என்று ஓட்டுனர் நடத்துனரை பார்க்க

“நம்ம வண்டில தானா மாட்டனும்?”

என்று ஆதங்க பட்டுக் கொண்டு இறங்கிய நடத்துனரோடு

இருவர் சேர்ந்து இழுத்து விட்டனர்

ஆடு ஒன்றை.   

கால் முறிந்து, கண் செருகி, வாயில் ரத்தம் தள்ள

உயிர் துடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்ததை பார்த்த போது,

“போராடுவதை விட இறப்பது மேல்” எனத் தோன்றிற்று.

“நாய் தோரத்திட்டு வந்ததால  

ஓடி வந்து விழுந்துடுச்சி”

என்று சொல்லி முகத்தை சுளித்துக் கொண்டு

ஓட்டுனர் பேருந்தை நகர்த்தினார்

அடுத்த நிறுத்தத்தை நோக்கி.

நாயிடமிருந்து தப்பிப்பதாய்

எண்ணிக் கொண்டு

மனிதர்களிடம் சிக்கியது ஆடு.  

பிழைக்க வழியே இல்லை

பாவம்...

-மகா.

நீண்ட நெடும் ஆசைகள்!!!

என் பிம்பங்கள் அனைத்தையும்

சற்று நேரம் ஓரமாக அமர வைத்து விட்டு, 

என் அகத்தை உற்று நோக்க ஆசை. 

பார்த்த பின்

அதனை உடம்பில் இருந்து கழற்றி

பழுது பார்த்து , சீர்திருத்தி, துடைத்து

திரும்பி மாட்டி கொள்ள ஆசை.

என்னுடன் எப்பொழுதும்

துணைக்கு வரும் எனது நிழலை

சற்று தோளில் சுமந்துச் செல்ல ஆசை.

நான் உதிர்க்கும் சிரிப்பை எல்லாம்

பொறுக்கி வைத்துக் கொண்டு

என் அழுகையில் உபயோகித்துக் கொள்ள ஆசை.

என்னிடம் இருந்து வந்த வார்த்தைகள்

ஒவ்வொன்றும் திரும்பி நின்று

ஒரு முறை என்னிடம்

அனுமதி கேட்டுச் செல்ல ஆசை.

நான் எழுதிய எழுத்துக்கள் அனைத்தும்

ஒன்று சேர்ந்து நீண்ட நெடும் கண்ணாடியாய்

விரிந்து நிற்க,

அதன் பிரதிபலிப்பில்

எனது ஒரு பாதியையேனும் கண்டு விட ஆசை. 

-மகா.

Strange Relationship!!!

               I don't know who she is. She comes to the bus stop once in a while where I board my college bus. I don't know where she lives. She always wears a white salwar kameez. I don't know how old she is. She carries a brown backpack and also a handbag. I don't know what she is doing. Whether a college student or an employee at any company or a labour, I don't know. I only know one thing. Her round eyes with grey pupil isn't something to be sighted and move on normally.                  

               When I talk about a girl's eyes, I feel like the readers may think of this post as a chance for me to express my secret crush about some girl I have seen before. If so believe me, it is not. We humans from our evolution on this world to this minute I am typing the post had lived our lives by engaging in relationships. We created relationships. We overruled them. We got cherished by them. We made them cruel. We disavowed people around us because of some relationships. We sacrificed ourselves for the people because of the same relationships.  Are these relationships that humankind engaged the only possibilities for any two humans to have a connection?  Who are the first two humans to have a friendship in the world? Who are the first two people who become siblings to each other? Who are those two persons to become first teacher and first student? Are these relationships were predefined?  Did anyone know how it would be like to have a friendship before someone started being friends for the first time?  It happened worldwide as civilisations started emerging, I accept. But there should have been two persons who longed so much and should have had a desire to feel the friendship. 

           

             The girl I met and I have a strange relationship. I don’t know whether she feel the same. I don’t feel any love or I don’t have any soft corner on her. But still, whenever she comes my heart starts pounding. I don’t want her to talk to me or share things with me. I don’t want her to know that I have this kind of feel about her. I don’t want her to see me or sense that I am staring at her. I neither want her to expect anything from me, nor do I expect anything from her except one thing. I want her to come to the same bus stop once in a while and stand in front of me. I want her to do it for my whole life. I want her to be that part of my life.  

   

Interpretation game!!!

            

                 I often encounter people, who do right interpretation, wrong interpretation, slight wrongly interpreted, somewhat correctly interpreting etc.  I certainly wonder, why these much variations in this human interpretation process?  Doesn’t a single thing existing in this world deliver single meaning for everyone?  Isn’t it a case in which, it doesn’t matter whether I feel or others feel we come up with same understanding?   It may or may not. It doesn’t matter whether we interpret right or wrong. It lies in whether we interpret what we are supposed to interpret.   Take a look at the following incident.

          

           "My friend and I were viewing the projects displayed by our peers at Science-Expo'15 that was conducted by our college. When we entered architecture department, we encountered many beautiful art works. Especially the ones drawn by a girl called YYYY. Her paintings on the canvas looked excellent.

          There is this one canvas that drawn my attention. In that, a girl wearing red dress is standing on the sea shore, wind blowing her hair away. Her face turned opposite to the sea.

On seeing that, I asked that YYYY, ‘What does the picture describes?’

She said, ‘There is no concept hidden in it. I just drew it when I was 16.’

        

I thought for a while and called my friend who was then viewing another architectural model.

“Dude, can you figure out what this picture is trying convey?”

YYYY looked at me in expectation and my friend starred at me as if I asked him a complex IAS question.

‘Ok let me say. View of a sea shore is meant to be felt in person and is supposed to interpret it based on their own perspectives. This girl standing in the Canvas is looking opposite to the sea view, standing on the shore. It means that, she is looking back at her life and sensing that, her life is more beautiful than the sea view.’

YYYY looked at me in amazement. My friend smiled at me and we both congratulated YYYY for her wonderful work."

           

       Viewing the world around us as it is may not make things beautiful. If we start interpreting those things close to our life hood in a way that makes us happier, then the world will definitely seems meaningful. Like I interpreted my life’s beauty in YYYY’s art even though she doesn’t meant anything or like my interpretation about my ‘Interpretation theory’ in this post while something of that sort hadn’t happened.

-Maha.  

Nothing to Worry

Nothing is there

to worry about birth

as we had started our journey

long before.

Nothing is there

to worry about our death

as we are somehow

going to reach our destinations.

Nothing is there

to worry about present

as we are sailing safe 

still.

-Maha   

வெட்டி வீம்பு

எவ்வளவு தான் இறுக்கமாக

மனதை வைத்துக்கொண்டு,

அவள் வீட்டின் பக்கம் ஒருமுறை கூட

திரும்பி பாராமல் கடந்திட வேண்டும்

என முயற்சித்தாலும்,

அவள் வீட்டு முற்றத்தில்

கொஞ்சி விளையாடும் குருவிகள்

காதோடு காதாக கேட்டே விடுகின்றன,

‘எதற்காக இந்த வெட்டி வீம்பு ?’ என்று!!!

-மகா. 

Change of View!!!

               We humans as a part of world's revolution,each and every one of our lives too are undergoing revolutions from time to time.  When we were a child we might have seen things around us in a way that seems cazy even to think now. As we growup, we ourselves can notice that our thought process had changed from what we were to what we are. There may be many perspectives, not only aging, to see this view change in our minds. What makes us really think about this world, events, life, a person's character, behaviour, our own characterisation and behaviour and everything happening around us is 'How we are shaping this change?'.

You may ask, 'Does the result of this change is upto us?'

I would say, 'Absolutely yes'.

Talking about the change of view of  grownups when compared to kids, I would like to put up a poem I wrote once. Here it is,

Dear Kid, 

I want to convey certain things to you... 
Your smile is inexpensive. 

Smile as much as you can.

After grown up,

you can't smile without any worries. 

Your heart is so pure now.

Try to keep it the same way. 

After grown up, 

you can't be sure about it's purity. 

Your sleep is indispensable.
The way your eye lids gets closed 

when you feel sleepy 

without anything in mind is 

the most beautiful scene to watch. 

After grownup 

even though your heart wants to sleep happily,

 your mind object to do so. 

When being a kid 

people around you even stand upside down 

to make you laugh.

After grownup 

you need to stand upside down 

to make others believe 

that you are not some one to be laughed at. 

When you are kid 

others watch your actions 

because of your cuteness. 

After grownup 

others watch your actions 

because of suspicions. 

When being kid 

you dream of becoming grownup, 

which anyway you are going to achieve one day. 

But after grown up 

you regret for becoming grown up 

and wants to become a kid again, 

even though you know it's not possible. 

-(Grownup).

             When I started my interest towards writing, my view on the things around me had been a cliche ones. They never had shown me the real beauties or I never had seen real beautiness of life. Upon continuing my works, I slowly started realising that my thoughts on certain things were not as same as before. It disturbed me. Yes, the things which didn't disturbed once were so dreadful to imagine then. This disturbance urged me to pen down a short poem.


If

sighting a crow 
flying at night 
or
crossing a road 
watching the water 
overflowing out of a vessel 
or
staring at rain
pouring on the road 
where no one is there

doesn't disturbs you, 
Then you are lucky!!! 

-Unlucky 

            I couldn't accept certain happenings around me.  It made me think more and more and my thought process got evolved along with it. Thinking about the education system I am leading seemed meaningless to me. I wanted to question each and every one who pushed me into such a kind of system. Before that I was just a do-what-is-asked-to-do kind of student. It made me understand my revolutionary process(my view  change).  The significant part is, first I realised my views are changing, second I understood how and frome where particulars thoughts or attitude had came.
I learned to shape my views according to the life I am leading.
Like I said before,

Each one of us has our own views and thoughts. 
Each one of us has our own lives and deeds.
Each one of us has our own perspectives and theories. 
Don't expect the world to accept your thoughts, 
But don't stop spreading your thoughts. 
Don't expect the world to work based on your theories,
But don't stop trying to prove them. 
Either Change your view, 
or Change the character 
that is stopping you to change your view.

                                                                                                                                                        -Maha

"Be the Change you want to see in the world."
                                                  -Mahatma Gandhi
                        

Take part!!!

                 Many times I ask my friends to take part in any events along with me... I use to think they would be longing to be a part in such events... Which I suggest based on their Individual interests that I got to observe on my best... Unfortunately they deny the suggestion often... I give them a strange look and let it go...

                 Now I want to analyse the reason for their denial and their state of mind which doesn't  let them be a part of these events...
             
                 The reasons they use to put forward when I question them are 1) Parents won't permit, 2) Can't travel so long, 3) Have to be back home on time, 4) Got some other work(which doesn't seem plausible in my view), 5) What am I going to do participating in that? 6) I don't think it will be useful for me, 6) I will try to be a part next time, 7) I don't think it's a good idea, 8) I got suspicions on the event management and I don't think I need to participate in that event to prove myself and the list goes on... The most funny ones are those when they ask me "Why you are taking part in that?"...

               These might be feasible reasons to convince me, but I don't think they actually got issues in accepting the suggestion... Don't think am pointing at their own decisions and making comments on others self right to live there life and do things... Am just putting my friends as an example for this kind of people... Its not only case of some people around me... Most people in today's life style have attitude of 'Live-at-safer-side-as-others-do'...

               They are finding reason from a nook of the buried world and throwing them as the reason for there disability... Here by saying 'disability', I didn't mean they are  unable to take part... They are unable to have a mind that keeps them ready to take part... This is Human's psych... If a person gets into an awful situation or a kind of situation where they need to put their efforts to accomplish that thing, they simply get satisfied by dragging something inevitable(which they think so) and use to stand apart from that  situation...

                 I think this is where people should practice the saying "Stop, Think and Go"... All of us need to come over this problem of finding reasons so that we can step into the next stage... They are also the important moments in one's life,for the fact that our activities define our characters... One can be portrayed as a hard working person only after he/she works hard... They just cannot start working hard only because their character was said to be a hard working type... A thief is not a thief before he steals for the first time... A sculpture is just a stone before it gets carved by an artist...A canvas is just a white paper before some one intend to make it a colourful art... Like wise one cannot become what they want to become before they are ready to commit themselves to do the things which eventually make them what they want... Every denial is the missing of great opportunity...

• What if Sachin had denied his first attempt to stand in the field? 
• What if Wright Brothers had got satisfied by their ability to jump against the gravity using their legs? 
• What if Steve Jobs had decided not to visit the manufacturing industries around his town which he might have thought as useless ones? 
• What if Einstien hadn't asked himself  'What if  we travel in light speed?'... Of course "Relativity theory" wouldn't had born... 

• What if , what if... there are lots of 'What ifs' for which the answers had made great histories... 

                Each and  every thing we do in our life time definitely will have impact on our lives itself... Remember that, missing an opportunity is also one of that 'Each and every things'...

                I view life as a maze game... There is a reason for this... In a maze game, we never know what behind each and every walls and every turns inside the Maze... Life also doesn't reveal anything unless you move forward... And one cliche point is that, our life starts at the centre of the maze... Whether or not you want to play it, you are already inside the game... There are two choices you can go for... One is you can reside inside a place and get satisfied for playing well the maze-game... Obviously no one knows in which piece of the game you are at and you also can't know at which piece of the maze others are at... Unless you start exploring the place... I can't say that you can get nurtured by the experiences, but I can assure that more you explore life, more you come to know you hadn't known many things... Which in turn can urge you to explore more...        

             Finally, I have never heard of some one saying their missed chances in their first life, making use of them in their second life or the life after which they are living now... As far as we know, we got only one life to dwell inside, make impact, go long and jump out of the sky if you wish... So make the living best... Never get stagnated at a single thing... Take a ride, get to the top of  a cliff and say to the world  "I am here to live my life to the fullest... So there are no more excuses and no more reconsiderations..." Take part in everything... Be a part of every smiles around you...  

                

Aftermath of Exams!!!

               It's been a while I posted... The exams do cause many changes in us... I love exams as much as I hate them... Yeah it's true... First of all I hate them because they are being used to judged a person's capacity... I love them because, exam times are the one at which my mind get equipped with more number of things to accomplish, except studying...  It's a common mania for most of us, that we tend to do any work during the exams that we might not even considered during other days... Funny but true...

             Whenever we feel a thing that we can find ourselves instantly that we are in that feel, just stop there and think of that feel... Analyse it... What is causing it?  What does it do? Is it a good feel or Is it good to feel? If so then how to bring the feel again and again whenever required?

             These questions which I always try to answer helps control our thoughts... It can help us create a strategy and follow them or gives a way to manage that strategy...  This is one of the simple way to understand our inner thoughts and act upon them...

              For example, there are many writers, artists, dancers, musicians etc who have the habit of making an art only at a particular place at particular environment... Some writers sit and write flawless sitting on the shore whereas some artists tend to draw only being in natural sceneries...  The reason is that they understand their inner thoughts which let them create art only when they feel being in their desired places... As a budding writers, artists or any kind of people who are making art, I hope it is an important and also effective thing to be followed.. (i.e)  Find a metaphor for your work... Use that and make art... I am on my way of finding my metaphor...

             Coming back to exams, a friend of mine said once that it helps prepare for exams efficiently if you involve in some curious activities before start studying... I wanted to reconsider this theory on my view... As I said before exams are the ones that is leading me to find some other curious things than studying...

             No one can compete a student's imagination boundaries when he/she is sitting in front of book at late night a day before the exam with a new topic to cover along with the deep sleep in eyes... We need to imagine something else to keep ourselves wakeup... That is the most beautiful time for powerful and effective thoughts to be born(sometimes crazier)...

             I am not here to blame the whole education system for made us have attitude like this about exams... Though I don't explicitly do that, many of us could think of the true reason for our overwhelming hatred for exams... Others not only define how good we are at studies, but also try to figure out capacity, talents, interests using this single exam results... If a student doesn't get high marks it doesn't mean he/she doesn't studied well or he/she is not capable of scoring marks...
These exams are also indirect reason for Our Messed up Minds!!!

             Once I got arrears in few papers... It is unexpected though... The time that I took to clear them is when I hated this marking system to the core... Especially the people who judged me through my marks... The funny fact is that even people who know me, have been seeing me for long time used to create a bad attitude on me and people around me started advising me to be careful in upcoming semesters...  At one point I felt like as if I had committed a murder...   I am not blaming them...  I also can't blame the system that transformed people to be so judgemental based on marks... Because system is a system... We got to follow them is what they gonna put forward... I am just blaming myself for being in such a scenario and ironically being sensitive to the ill effects of that scenario...

              "No matter how good you are at something, People will always point your disability..."   

Holidays in a view of Crazy guy
              After the exams comes the holidays... All viewing holidays as rest after a great stress produced by 4 months of semester and 1 month exam... But I couldn't view my holidays as a rest...
Instead I  thinking like 'Oh god... Holidays are nearing, I got to get prepared to do things... I need to get membership from Library, I need to finish reading unread books in my shelves, I got to volunteer for service activities, I have to do this, that bla bla ... I can't rush them at the last minute...' That's what dragging me... That's what pulling me up whenever I am down...

               After all we all have got our own way of viewing things and getting used to them... It doesn't matter in what way we view them... The matter is what does your view brought you?  Think of it...

               'Aftermath of Exams is a great opportunity for me to make bigger leaps and reach heights that I didn't reached so far...'    

கூச்சல்

                     

கண் இமைக்கும் நேரத்தில்

மின்னலாய் பறந்தன வாகனங்கள்...

அரை-குளியல் அவசரத்தில்

அரை கப் காபி குடிக்க கூட

நேரமில்லாததை நினைத்து

கடிந்து கொண்டிருந்தேன்

பேருந்தில் அமர்ந்துகொண்டு....

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கண்டு திரும்பிய தலைகளுள் எனதுமிருந்தது...

‘உயிர் போயிற்று,

உடல் இதோ இங்கே இருக்கிறது’ என,

கடந்து செல்பவருக்கெல்லாம்

தான் இருக்கும் இடத்தை

அடையாளம் காட்டியது  

பாதாள சாக்கடையில் முங்கி கிடப்பவனின்

கால்கள், வெளியே நீட்டி கொண்டு...

இறந்து கிடப்பவனின் ஆன்மா

ஆயிரத்து எட்டாவது ஆளாக

என்னிடமும் சொல்லியே விட்டது,

“பார்த்து சிலிர்த்து , கடந்து செல்ல

இங்கு நடந்தேறியது மயிர்க்கூச்சல் அல்ல

உயிர் கூச்சல் " என்று... 

                                                                                                                                                   -மகா                                                                                                        

Letters- A sad confession...

                     Does it look like a cliche topic? Yes it is... I intentionally wanted it to be cliched... And I'll tell you the reason in the meantime... For now let the post carries a theme as the topic sounds...Totally a miserable tone... 

                     A friend of mine pointed this strongly and it urged me to share my opinion about letters...  

                    

                    Actually, most of our generation boys and girls are slightly pity, for not experiencing the beautiful feel of dealing with Letters which our parents and grandparents might have gone through once... You can ask either your parents or your friend's parents about the feel of Letters, and you will get a plenty of interesting tales that a writer could possibly make best sellers... 

      

                    A letter is not just something simple as the name suggests... Writing a letter is not just taking care of  'to' and 'from' addresses and not forgetting to point the 'subject' ,as our schools had taught us...  They are not just old fashioned means of communication... They aren't the tool of non-technical people of today... 

                     Most of the letters start with salutation "My dear ____". People meant it when they penned down it.. But these days when some one uses "dear" over emails or chats, most often they are either being abstract or the person hearing them take it as nothing-so-important about it...   

                     While writing a letter, people use to gather most valuable points to put down... They longed to write letters in most attractive manner to grab their loved one's attention... And that had lead to the birth of many soulful and lovable writers those days... Though not writers, they had been good humans... I am not blaming that today's people are in-human... But relationships, conversations, confessions, etc through internet had caused lack of basic human feelings and deeds towards another humans... Those days a person's collection of letters can say his/ her character well... But these days, a chat history always remains to be a mystery... Letters spoke out the thoughts inside the heart... They weren't filled with threads and threads of silly reasons for fights, misunderstandings, chaos, hatred etc... As far as the letters were alive, one soul's love towards another soul hadn't been so difficult as today...      

                      Imagine this... "You are a lean guy with mediocre height, with pale complexation... You are probably neither so-called handsome one nor a bad one to label... You are sitting on your balcony in silence... You are eagerly waiting for a letter to be delivered to your house… Precisely for a reply for your last letter from a girl who means a lot to you... A reply that you expect to reveal about something for which you longed the most... You are looking at the street restlessly for any sign of post man's arrival...You seems bit nervous... The wind is cold and it blows on your face that make you realise the chillness of the climate… Sun is off the sight and you could only see dark clouds curling up above your head… You feel like they are contributing perfectly at this time for your mood…  

                     Many thoughts are floating same as the clouds getting curled up in your mind...  'What if she think that I meant that point in a wrong way?' or What if she had took it as a thing that she was longing to confess?' , ‘Would she have replied for my letter?’, ‘Would she accept? ’ , ‘Did I made a mistake? ’, ‘Should I have elaborated a bit?’, ‘What did she meant by that line in her last letter?’ , ‘Does she feel the same way I feel about her?’... With all the thoughts running up, you feel a chill spine running through your back… A feel of satisfaction… A relief of dropping some burden from the heart… Now you are ready to face any kind of reply… Making up your mind out of these thoughts, you are lifting your head up on the sky, after which you hear your calling bell sound, some one in front of your door saying, ‘Sir Post…’ ”

                   Doesn't that sounds like we all are missing some valuable feelings, emotions, experiences  like these which had been defeated by quick confessions and fast replies, fast heart breaking talks,quick acceptances or rejections, relationships that don't even last for mere fraction of times of these days…   If you want to experience this beautiful thing, try writing a letter for your friend... Write things that you may text them the whole night, all the day... And if you find it difficult to grab the important words or doesn't know what to share through a letter, then please redefine your friendship's terms and conditions... Give the letter to your friend in hand, ask them to reply for your's and wait for it... If you like the experience, then go on continuing this practice... I bet you would be amazed to read and write stuff about your friend or lovable ones...  

                   Most of the great people’s autobiographies are taken from their hand written letters only… I don’t know how many of us going to have so-called autobiographies that going to inspire our upcoming generations…In those days more than posted letters, unposted  letters do speak many truths… Do reveal many secrets… 

                    At one side, saving trees by avoiding usage of papers are really appreciable fact…  But that's is why I said this post is a sad confession… Some things in life are meant to be missed forever even after we know that they make us feel good… For the fact that, it may bring goodness in someone else’s lives…