Thursday, 17 December 2009

Would You Have Done the Same...?


At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball .... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Monday, 10 August 2009

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Monday, 8 June 2009

Smile in the Face of Adversity...

A video featuring an amazing and courageous toddler from West Virginia, who battled a rare brain tumor. "Big Ben" Bowen died on February 25,2005 at the young age of 2, but not without inspiring scores of people who came across his story in real life, and on the internet.


Friday, 5 June 2009

The Genius of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan


I have forgotten how much I love Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan's music until I came across this video a while ago. I first heard his music in 2001, and fell in love with qawwali almost immediately. It did not matter that the language was (and is) alien to me...mesmerise me, it did. Music is universal, some say, and I did not understand the true meaning of that statement until I heard this man sing...


Saturday, 21 March 2009

Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein...


Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai,
ke jaise tujko banaya gaya hai mere liye.
Tu ab se pehle sitaron mein bas rahi thi kahin,
Tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye

Sometimes this thought comes to my mind,
that you were made just for me.
That you were among the stars up in heaven,
and brought to earth just for me...




Thursday, 19 March 2009

Saarasam...


I came across this rare video featuring P.U. Chinnappa a while ago. I have always adored this man's singing since the time my brothers introduced me to his music. That, coupled with hearing my late appa sing praises of the man for the remarkable actor and singer that he was, I grew to have his songs imprinted on my mind even though the cassette of his songs is long gone from my possession. It takes a true thamizhian with an undying passion for his or her roots to appreciate an old-time favourite like this one. God bless my appa's soul for instilling that passion in me...

For the uninitiated, the man singing the song in the video is P.U. Chinnappa himself, and he was also the man who actually sang the song. Unlike the many tone-deaf actors these days, actors in the olden days had to be able to sing in order to make it as an actor.




Saturday, 7 March 2009

A Woman's Love Must Be Such...


Giving birth to love so pure,
a woman awakes - a lover,
with an unborn child in hand.

Friday, 27 February 2009

A Poem That Caught My Fancy...


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

© 1995 by Oriah House, From "Dreams Of Desire"
Published by Mountain Dreaming, 300 Coxwell Avenue, Box 22546, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4L 2A0

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

I Am Gone Man, Solid Gone...





To Be More Accepting of Life...


I can't say that I have been a very righteous person in the past 39 years of my life. Neither have I lived my life as usefully or meaningfully as some people have. Flaws I have many. Mistakes I have made aplenty. And many a time I had reflected on my life trying to list my achievements - only to find the attempted list failing to form itself, not out of modesty but out of its recognition of truth. It's not been easy, of course - living the life of an underachiever who is incidentally trapped in the mind, heart and soul of a big dreamer.

With age comes wisdom, some say. While I would never dare describe myself as even remotely wise, I must admit that I do these days sense in myself a stronger presence of my inner voice.

I grew up among lovely people who raised me on very strong values, but with those values they also added generous dashes of judgmental tendencies. It seemed like an enlightened thing to do then, this sizing up of others in comparison to what we believed to be acceptable or proper - not that we did it with the intention to hurt or ridicule anyone - there was not a single cruel bone in any one of us. But we thought we knew better than others. Perhaps, in some areas we did. But looking at it these days from the perspective of this 40-year old body, heart, mind and soul, I realise how wrongly we had interpreted wisdom then.

Who are we really to pass judgments based on what we believe to be right, or based on what our elders believed to be true. For that matter what is truth except that which appears truer to one person, more than it does to another? Why can't we live life in total acceptance of all that surround us, allowing what we view to be unpleasant to change on its own accord, if at all change is necessary. Only when we come to the realisation that every person who crosses our path is a teacher in some way or other,and that the lessons they have to offer can enrich us, if not now, at some point in our lives - only then can we confidently say that we understand ourselves and the world better.

We are but a mirror of all that surround us, what we see in others are possibly present in ourselves too. If only we have the humility to acknowledge that, life will offer valuable lessons by the minute, making us love ourselves more, which in turn would add joy to our life, and to those who form a part of that life.

As I end this post, I am reminded of one of Chandrababu's songs that I listen to regularly on my way to work. One of its stanzas goes like this,

Annaiyin kaiyil aaduvathinbam
Kanniyin kaiyil saaivathuminbam
Thannai maranthaal unmayil inbam
Thannalam maranthaal perumpaerinbam

Indeed, the true state of selflessness can only be achieved if one becomes more accepting of life in all humility...

Monday, 23 February 2009

The Magic of the Mellifluous Malayalees...


More than two decades ago, Chitra came into Tamil cinema with her honey-dipped voice and mesmerised tamil song lovers into giving her absolute command of tamil cinema songs for years. Before her, there was Vani Jayaram who may not have sung as many songs as P. Suseela or S. Janaki but had a decent following of her own, especially among those who had an inclination towards semi classical music.

Recently, listening to newcomer DeepaMiriam sing the infamous Kangal Irandal in an almost effortless divine voice, and remembering the fact that the man with the voice that soothed many a generation since his first song for tamil cinema Naanum Bommai Neeyum Bommai, KJ Yesudas, also hailed from God's Own Country, I cannot help but be convinced that the ownership of hauntingly sweet voices is the right of Malayalee singers alone. Adding weight to the list would be people like Unni Menon and Jayachandran, also Malayalee singers who probably had maintained a rather low profile but not without living their mark with a remarkable repertoire.

What is it that these Malayalee singers possess in their voices, I wonder...