Tuesday, March 02, 2010


pathinaarum petru peru vaazhvu vaazha
ettu poruthangal paarthaargal petrorgal
naalu kangal paarkavillai
irandu manam pesavillai
thani maram aanaal ippothu

பதினாறும் பெற்று பெரு வாழ்வு வாழ

எட்டு பொருத்தங்கள் பார்த்தார்கள் பெற்றோர்கள்

நான்கு கண்கள் பார்க்கவில்லை

இரண்டு மனம் பேசவில்லை

தனி மரம் ஆனாள் இன்று

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

ரயில் பயணம்

முன்பின் தெரியாதவர்கள்

சக பயணிகள்

சமூகமாய் செல்கின்றோம்

இங்கே மத பிரச்சனைகள் இல்லை

தூரத்தில் தெரியும்

சின்னன் சிறு வீடுகள்

அவற்றில் எறியும் விளக்குகள்

அவர்கள் யாரோ

உள்ளுக்குள் ஒரு ஆவல்

பல ஊர்களை கடக்கிறோம்

சில வற்றில் நிற்கிறோம்

எங்கும் தங்குவதில்லை

நம் போகுமிடம் அதுவல்லவே


தாயாய் தாலாட்டுகிறது

சுகமாய் உறங்குகிறோம்

கூவென்று கத்தி எழுப்புகிறது

ஊர் வந்துவிட்டது

அவசர அவசரமாய் இறங்குகிறோம்

- குரங்கு கையில் பூமாலை தான் போ

முதல் முறை

என் முதல் தமிழ் புதிவு. உபயம் பிளாக்கர் ட்ரான்ஸ்லிட்டரேடர்.
எல்லோரும் ஜோராக கை தட்டுங்க!

beam me back, scotty

The rain sizzles on dry earth. The smell zooms me back to the past. Back to quiet, humid and lazy days at home, watching the rain dampen the front porch. The pitter patter that brought out the frogs, making me take a step back in fright. Papers floating away as makeshift boats under the tiny bridges formed by gateways to neighborhood houses.

The milk boiling away on the stove, takes me back to days when my mom or aunt prepared the mandatory afternoon coffee. So much comfort in the simplest memories.

An early morning jog, jogging memories of December in Madras. The sultry mugginess of pre-dawn summers in Chennai, spent watching the sun rise and in watching the artworks of neighborhood ladies.

A sleepless night, looking out of the window, takes me back to chennai powercuts, when the cousins would gather to belt out musical numbers, with scant regard to tone or tune.

Catching a glimpse of the 'goods' train, brings back or rather takes me back to those daily train journeys, with friends and strangers.

An ice-cream cone that always reminds me of movie-watching with dad, waiting for the interval when I would get the softie and then the race to finish it before it started leaking from the bottom.

Interwoven chains, but they don't really take you back. But it would have to suffice.

What are your nostalgic triggers?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Brat attack

A favorite topic, right? Right.

Everyday is an adventure in Bratland. She is fascinated by chewing gum nowadays. She goes through a whole roll of hubba bubba in a day or two. So, I had to hide them from her. I thought that was the end of it.

Last week, during her piano class, she was fascinated by a piece of chewed gum some dumb... had stuck to the bulletin board. Her teacher was showing her a new song, while the dear little brat decided to decorate her teacher's hair. With a piece of chewed gum. That was not even hers! The teacher ended up losing some of her precious hair and the brat ended up losing some of her privileges. My friends ended up laughing. Seriously guys, it is not funny!

Remember moi?

I don't have any reasons to justify my absence. But believe me when I say, I never meant to abandon you.

I missed you. I missed pouring my thoughts on to you. Part of them, anyways.

Talking about anything and everything under the sun - my favorite books, movies, brat attacks.

But you can take heart. I am back now.

With loads to tell. Really.

Monday, February 02, 2009


What a game! thrilling to the end!

Living in steeler nation, you cannot escape the effects! But what a way to be initiated!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

No. 44

There is anticipation in the air. The nation is ready for the transformation. Let us hope that he can do at least half of what he aspires to and promises us.

A proud moment for those folks who have walked so far, far from the days of indenture. To leadership that can rally the crowds.

A feeling of bhogi - out with the old rubbish and in with the hopes and changes galore.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

Slumdog Winner

Congrats to the winners! A proud moment for desis worldwide!

On a side note:
Is it just me or did anyone else notice something strange about Frieda's outfit/pose? In all the pictures I saw online, she seems to be holding at least one of her hands tightly to her side. As if to hold on to her dress.