Saturday, 7 February 2009

Discovering Kada-vul - Beyond and Within...


I have a love-hate relationship with Lord Muruga.

When I was a toddler, I was raised on Murugan songs. I say I was raised on songs instead of prayers because as a child, devotional Murugan songs appealed to me and moved me more than prayers did. Now as an adult, I understand why that was so. Singing, or hearing others sing praises of the lord is the simplest way to feel HIM within you, whether or not you want to. That probably explains why every Hindu saint is known to have composed some devotional song or other. And so, I grew up singing or hearing murugan songs sung by renowned singers from India. Sirgazhi Govindarajan, Bangalore Ramani Ammal, and Pithukuli Murugadas (a blind singer) were my classic favourites where Murugan songs were concerned. They had that special magic in their voices, and listening to their songs moves me to ecstatic tears even at this age.

Later, when I was in my teens, I became influenced by what was the "in thing" then among spiritualists, and ended up chanting Hare Krsna and believing that Krsna alone was God.

It's amazing how, among people born of the same faith, there exists a false sense of superiority about our 'gods'. The vaishnavites insist that Krsna/Vishnu alone is the saviour of the world, and yet would not mind saying hello in passing to the saivite gods - Muruga, Shiva, Vinagayar - which is often done with the same kind of sympathy the stronger often has for the weaker. The staunch saivites, on the other hand, stick to what they know best and worship their 'gods' with an almost fanatical devotion, allowing their faith to be infiltrated with the 'fairer gods' only when absolutely unavoidable.

I believe that faith too, like all else in one's life, can only be perfected over time, with experience. That which is fed to us by our parents can only remain true and applicable up to a certain phase of our lives. One's faith/spirituality is a very personal experience and can only be truly discovered on one's own.

There will come a time in our lives when we sense a closer connection to one in particular of the many gods we had been brought up on, or even to one we had not been familiar with till then. There is a term in thamizh - "ishta deivam" (the god who is close to your heart). That is not to say that the other gods who are not your 'ishta deivams' are unreal. They are all just as real as they are unreal to some.

But what is real to you is the one truth that you hold close to in your heart - the one whom you know you can turn to for inner guidance, the one you know and believe to direct your every action and thought, the one whose mere name fills your being with sheer ecstasy...














Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Angum Ingum...


Please turn a blind eye to the atrocious subtitling and enjoy the video in all its originality...




Blind I Am...


Blind to the fears of those around me,
I walk 'through' them unaffectedly
Pushing them off-balance as I go.

Monday, 2 February 2009

Could we have a little chat about my rebirth please...


If there is such a thing as rebirth, and if I am ever destined to be born yet again and again, I earnestly wish to be born in Tamil Nadu, and Tamil Nadu alone. This I tell YOU now, just in case I forget to in my old age, senility possibly having taken control of my mind then.

Saturday, 31 January 2009

A Lullaby for The Child of My Heart...

R.I.P. Nagesh...


I just heard the news in passing at the sundry shop I went to a while ago. The three indian ladies there were animatedly discussing it. I felt uneasy as I drove back, the same kind of unease I feel whenever I hear people of immense talent and greatness pass on. I can't say I am Nagesh's die-hard fan, but I have always adored his comedy. Afterall, this was a man whom I grew up identifying Thamizh cinema comedy with.

New comedians may and come and go, but Nagesh will remain a legend unforgotten for decades to come. I still remember how I kept replaying the movie Athey Kangal when I first came across it more than 15 years ago, just to watch his portrayal of the character Rosie again and again. The man must have had comedy infused within his being when he was born - for how else can one explain his perfect intonation for comedy, and how lithe his body always appeared as he jived his way into the hearts of thamizhians worldwide.

Alas, yet another thamizh cinema great has moved on, having perfectly played the role he was assigned to in this birth.

The scenes below were taken from Kathalikka Neramillai, in which Nagesh played the role of Chellappa, the aspiring director and son of estate owner Visvanathan played by T.S. Balaiya, a remarkable comedian himself.








Friday, 30 January 2009

Sweet...


A beautiful song in a movie from the nineties that has stood the test of time despite a lousy storyline and an equally lousy cast, thanks to Ilayaraja's classic composition and Yesudass's divine voice...


One Against The Other...


Icy winds blow my way,
ruffled, I turn away,
my feet planted firmly on the spot.

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

It's Been Difficult Without You...


Tears streamed down my cheeks,
as I touched your face a while ago.

A picture though you have now become.
Absent though you are in body and flesh.
I keep wishing I could have you back in whole.

A selfish wish that is, I know.
But it's been difficult without you amma.
I am lost like a child without your physical presence in my life.

I wish you would show me a sign,
that you are still here with me, within me.
I need you now more than ever.
Much more than when you were physically here.

Come guide me, won't you,
come guide your lastborn,
as she struggles...
to stay worthy of the role you left her with.

Friday, 23 January 2009

Friday, 16 January 2009

Ramblings of a Sleep-doused Woman on an Equally Sleepy Afternoon...


I started this blog a little more than a year ago with the intention of making it my 'practice-ground'.

As I reflect today on all that I had written (and unwritten) in it, I realise how effective a "teacher" this blog has been to me in the past one year. It was this blog that made me realise that I too could write some poetry, lousy though they may be in comparison to others'. But write I did - one poem after another - as easily as I breathed. I suppose that was a different phase than what I am going through now.

These days poetry comes to me only occassionally. It asks triggers of me that I cannot offer at its whims and fancies. It longs for an artistic muse who no longer exists in my life. And so nowadays, I find myself compensating (poems) with prose in retaliation. Though somewhat more tedious, prose appears to be less demanding on me. It (prose) forms itself as I type away, independently stringing the words I have in my head into comprehensible sentences, and then into coherent paragraphs. And yes, less clingy they are too.

Perhaps, poetry came into my life so that I could get it out of my system once and for all. Now, there won't be any regret. would there? Poetry in. Poetry out. Score settled. The page is empty once again to start anew. Yet another year. Yet another 'chapter' to be written.

Only this time around, the 'chapter' has to lead to another...and another, and another...

Heck, must everything I write make sense ? I think not, and this post is a classic example.


Thursday, 15 January 2009

Bharathi's Romanticism in Hariharan's Voice...






Suttum vizhich chudar thaan kannamma sooriya chandhiraro.
Vattakkariya vizhi kannamma vaanak karumai kollo.
Pattukkaru neela pudavai, padiththa nal vairam.
Natta nadu nisiyil, theriyum, nakshathirangaladi.

Solai malar oliyo, unadhu sundharappunnagai thaan.
Neelak kadal alaye, unadhu nenjin alaigaladi.
Kolakkuyil osai unadhu, kuralin inimaiadi.
Vaalaik kumariyadi kannama, maruvakkaadhal konden.

Saaththiram pesugirai kannamma, saaththiram edhukkadi.
Aaththiram kondavarke kannamma, saaththiram undodi.
Mooththavar sammadhiyil vadhuvai, muraigai pinbu seivom.
Kaaththiruppenodi, idhu paar, kannaththu muththam ondru

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Malaysian Artistes Unite in Pretentiousness...


The song's good and catchy. Would have been a commendable effort had it not been for the artistes' pretentious, overly-done body language and facial expression. In their attempt to be casual and cool, our Malaysian artistes end up acting as silly and aimless as anyone possibly could. But then again, what else is new with Malaysian creativity, and mentality...