Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Of all emotions that man has been destined or blessed to experience, I think 'gratitude' is the most beautiful one. When the heart feels complete and has nothing to crib, grumble or complain about, when satisfaction and contentment brims, and a prayerful feeling towards all that is and was prevails- thats gratitude. It is a prayerful, meditative state in itself. Those moments of gratefulness make up for so many moments of wanting, waiting, worrying and anxiety. It almost makes those worrisome moments of the past worthwhile. It is a wholesome moment in the present.

Everytime we look at the night sky - the moon and the stars and even the occasional blinking lights of an aircraft, we feel so lifted up to the skies. The heart feels featherly light for one quick moment, which then extends to such an infinite time within that quick moment. It feels almost like you have taken in the infinitum of the sky within you - as if for a single moment, the entire space above you fit perfectly into your being.

a quiet bloom
blossoming within
all quirky chatter
now subdued.
an innocent glance
an eternal glimpse
a silent current
in those simple moments,
a lifetime unfolds
and folds within.

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Comfort Zones

The other day we were driving to Payson and seeing all the cacti on the way, a thought passed my mind.

Cacti are such awesome creatures - they can stand heat and cold just the same, they survive when there is water and live out of their reserves when there is none, they are not choosy about the soil they grow on, they grow oblivious to the surrounding flora, and they hang on for long enough to grow hands which grow quite later in their lifetime. Okay, I know I am stretching this cacti thing a bit too much - but it made me think about how we have developed narrow comfort zones to everything in life. And the cacti - they can actually treat triumph and failure just the same. Heard that somewhere before ?

As a rule, man is a fool
When its hot, he wants it cool
When its cold, he wants it hot
Always wanting what is not!

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Friday, February 03, 2006
Maine socha na tha...

Ek din aap yoon humko mil jaayenge
Phool hi phool rahoon mein khil jaayenge
Maine socha na tha...

Ek din zindhagi ithni hogi haseen
Jhoomega aasmaan gayege ye zameen
Maine socha na tha...

Ek din dil ke raahon mein apne liye
Jal utenge mohabat ki itne dhiye
Maine socha na tha...

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Thursday, January 12, 2006
Happy New Year

Here's wishing a bright, cheerful, peaceful and fabulous 2006 to everyone on this planet ! Life's been busy and eventful with no time to log and blog. Its good when there is always something to do, when you feel at the end of a week that its been a long and busy week. Time simply flies when there is so much to juggle between. The flip side is that I don't get to do stuff which I normally do in my leisure - like blogging. But then again, its always not so good when there is nothing to do. I'd rather go with a crazy, jam-packed, don't-even-remember-what-I-was-doing schedule.

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Monday, November 21, 2005

Nature is equanimous and bountiful. Nature is thoughtful and organised.

Did God stand outside earth and shower it with diamonds that scattered themselves in different points of the globe as snow-capped mountains and peaks.

That is exactly how I felt during my visit to Colorado last week.

The snow-peaked Rocky mountains had me spell bound. Trees all around were bidding farewell to autumn and readying themselves to welcome winter. However, they seemed undecided about withering away. The soft wind blew their dry old leaves away reminding them gently that it was time to let go. The trees silently heeded the voice of the wind. The trees were showered fresh by rains in the evening as though to cool them and prepare them for the snow that was to fall later. I left Colorado before it started snowing.

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Friday, October 28, 2005
Colors Of Life

Colors. Remember an ad that said - 'Imagine the world without colors'. Yep, not even black or white.

Fascination for colors start with identifying colors at early childhood, graduates to water coloring and crayons during school days, transforms to an interest in fashion and clothes during the teens, continues as wonder for nature's exquisiteness in adulthood and at some point we start appreciating colors without associating them with anything. We finally acknowledge their presence and beauty.

As a little girl, while growing up, I loved to visit the silk saree shop with my mother and grandmother to gape at the glorious colors. I still love to wander around in a silk store and drink in the array of the colors, the texture of the smooth silks and the smell of fresh just-out-of-the-loom yarn; a complete treat for the senses.

The RMKV sarees are awesome to look at in the pictures. I wish I were in Chennai looking at those beautiful works of art. The innovations seem to keep coming endlessly. Theme silks - graceful minakari saree, kolam sarees, 50,000 color silk saree, saree in every possible color known to man, exquisite pavadai depicting the story of Snow White or Cindrella in the zari – what else are these but masterpieces in the loom industry.

Sarees and pavadais definitely make being a woman worthwhile. There is no good-looking color and not-so-good-looking color. Every color looks so splendid in its purest form.

Pictures from Rmkv. Thanks.

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Thursday, October 27, 2005
Flying Water

This poem is my first attempt at free verse. I don't really understand the sounds of it myself and I think my phrases get pretty cliche in free verse. The line-breaks are pretty instinctive, so no big research there either. Well, whatever it is, I think I am at present more comfortable writing poems with meter, rhyme and rhythm than in free verse. My mind is trained to read, write, think and dream per a rhythm/beat/meter.

I would love to know all your comments on my first poem in free verse. Yup, if you say 'STOP', I am all set !

Flying Water

Tinted clumsy crystal clods soared up
Then battered downwards
To mingle with clear transparent effervescence
Lamps shone brightness of assorted colors
The prismatic globules obediently shone them back
Like precious stones thrown up to the skies
They glistened their moments of glory in space.
Fiery crimson
A vivid blue
Showy orange, then
A greenish hue
Passively donning dazzling shades.
Caressing summits and deeper grounds
Yet leaving behind no trace.
Seated on a wooden bench, I watched
The luminous water sparkle upward
And plummet down.
Kaleidoscopic, I thought.

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Friday, October 21, 2005
Dhalapathi Revisited

A masterpiece from the master moviemaker. Dhalapathi. Amazingly perfect casting. Awesome screenplay. Adequate dialogues. Cohesive sequences. Creatively picturized songs. Sensitive portrayal of subtle emotions. Music that binds the act together without creases. The perfect movie.

I watched a rerun of this movie on KTV yesterday and could not help but 're-admire' this poetry by Manirathnam. The scene where the sound of the goods train turns Srividya and Rajinikanth's heads towards the sound, overlooked by Jaishankar - everything about the scene was so poetic - the temple setting, the way the camera switched focus between the actors, the expression on their faces, the background music interleaved with the sound of the train - naturally poetic. I dont know if it was just me or if Manirathnam meant it to be that way - but at the end of the movie, when all the avenging is over and Arvindswamy and Shobana leave for Madras, the train's whistle sounded like the conch sounded at end of day during a war. And the song where Rajinikanth follows Srividya after he learns that she is his mother - the single jasmine flower that falls from her locked hair, that he picks up. Wow, how did Manirathnam think all that up ?

The character of Surya (Rajinikanth) is based on the mythological character 'Karna' from the Mahabharatha. Uncannily, Surya's step-brother is named Arjun (Arvindswamy) in the movie. Surya is portrayed as one who serves selflessly and who values friendship over everything else - exactly how Karna placed Duryodhana over everyone else. Even after Karna learnt that Kunti was his mother, bound by gratitude and friendship, he refuses to leave Duryodhana.

I wonder how Manirathnam feels when he sits back and watches one of his masterpieces after a few years. Does he find it perfect ? Or would he want to improvise on some scenes ? Or would he be inspired with something for his next venture ? I wish I could ask him all this :-).

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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Jargons Galore

I was reading about the 'sblogsplosion' that hit blogosphere last weekend. Weblog jargon is reaching an all time high. It started with blog as short for weblog, and through blogging, blogosphere and blogger, it has now reached sblog, sblogger, sblogging and sblogsplosion. And hey, dont forget the 'blogomania' that I coined for myself.

Blog vocabulary is turning out to be as intriguing as Rowling's terminology in Harry Potter - the OWLs, NEWTs, Herbology, Divination, Transfiguration, boggart, muggle, quidditch, quaffle, sneakoscope, floo powder, floo network, apparation, occlumency, legilimency, omnioculars - the list is endless. And the whole glossary of magic spells - Lumos, Expecto Patronum, Levicorpus, Stupefy, Expelliarmus, Impedimenta, Silencio, Avada Kedavra - it goes on. Harry Potter was amazingly well-researched. Or should I say well-imagined ?

It is fascinating how the mind easily switches modes and accepts a whole different environment and the associated terminology. Thinking about it makes it so Riddikulus! And when you want to remove all this from your mind and turn it over to something else, just go Deletrius!

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
My Second Bloggassary ;-)

I complete two years of blogging today.

I started blogging because I had time to kill and thoughts to fill. Initially, I was obsessed with it – it was like a baby that I had to attend to always. Subsequently, I realized that I had to ‘un-obsess’ myself from the addictive passion that blogging was turning out to be. Gradually, I managed to strike a balance between obsessive blogging and penning my significant thoughts and poetries.

Yes, I saved this space from turning into a dumpster.

I am not a regular at blogging, with really long breaks at times. I will not bore you with weary statistics on my blogging frequency, the number of posts so far or the topics that I’ve largely blogged on. My posts have never overflowed with comments, nor has my blog mail ever reached an impressive high (the spam mail did!), nor has the ‘hits’ counter skyrocketed out of range.

But hey, I made awesome blogmates – amazing few people - who to me, are unseen, unknown, yet connect so well in blogosphere. Thanks. You guys are great. And yes, I have been having a great time all along posting stuff for family and friends to read. And most of all, I think it gives a kind of satisfaction to have held on to something consistently for two years - something which I thought would be a passing enthusiasm.

Wow, it has really lasted two years :-)

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Phoenix, Arizona

My Poetries

The Abominable Struggle of the Soul
An Ode to the Web
Silence Works Wonders
Momentary Moments
At the Threshold and Beyond
Silent Music & Celebrative Dance
Grateful Celebration
Along the Path
The Lonely Scarf
Flying Water
Grant Me, Grant Me Not
Going Home

My Favorite Blog Entries

The flavour of Chennai
Setting souls on fire
Guru Thathwa
Colors Of Life
Silent Music & Celebrative Dance
Music vs. Musician
Enlightenment and Happiness
Michael Crichton's Prey
Kutchery Buzz
An evening with Pujya Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

My Movie Experiences

Main Hoon Na
Ayitha Ezhuththu
LOC Kargil
Kal Ho Na Ho
Misc Movies

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Vegas, SFO, Oregon
Oahu, Hawaii
Glen Canyon, Antelope Canyon, Lake Powell
Grand Canyon

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