The Raghavan Instincts

I sit on my cot, leaning on a wall, fiddling with my phone. I'm at awe with Android, which makes me think of an operating system, and in turn Linux; Windows; I stare at the window next to me, and I see that it's raining outside; water water everywhere not a drop to drink; poetry; how I'm so terrible at it; what else am I terrible at?; literature, music, dance; arts for that matter; who knows it all?; Kamal Hassan?; what phone does he use?; a Moto in vEttaiyAdu viLaiyAdu; Goutham Menon; viNNaiththANdi varuvAyA; love; singledom; #ForeverAlone; marriage; kids; house; car; social pressure; job; money; economy; politics; corruption; desire; misery; humanity; evolution; science; technology; engineering; electronics; communication; telephones; mobiles; Nokia 1100; Lumia; oh, how I wish Nokia had made an Android phone; Android; I'm still looking at my phone. A circle of thoughts gets completed as another begins, and I try to shut it down, only to fail miserably. I've bee...

Every morning, I walk to work crossing on my way an empty dustbin with much garbage strewn around it than inside it that makes it the habitat for plenty of flies & mosquitoes and emanates a foul smell that triggers most of the sensitive passers-by to promptly close their noses. And the problem is thus solved with nothing more than a pair of fingers. India is a single huge country; rather, a lot of smaller countries put together; cultures, I'd say. Each culture has its own way of life and thought processes, so it's hard to unite them all so easily. But one thing that seamlessly unites them is cleanliness, or the lack of it. It would be arrogant & foolish to claim that all the cultures fail to maintain some standard at being clean, but not to say that the people do. After all, it's the people who define the other. I haven't traveled much of India, but with whatever I have, I'd say that one can't rate the sanitary level across the country to be uniform. ...

Ever since I made my first proposal, I've always been a loser. Faced a denial on my first. Also with the second. And with the third too. Wait. There was no third ! Now I remember. That's when I mentally woke up, telling myself this simple thing, "Dude, you aren't worth her !" One of my friends tried to console me otherwise, but those didn't matter much, for all that remained then was only pain. Just pain & nothing else. Dramatic, eh ? No ? #Ok. Anyway, to my knowledge *limited, of course !* , this is what happens with many guys. Most I'd say. To put it short, one can use the tagline of the popular rom-com, VTV 's mom,  500 Days of Summer . Like this. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. Or this one, preferably. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn't . See? Simple, no?  Yes. It's bound to look simple. But it mostly isn't. Life is a vicious circle. The single guys appear to be ...

இது, ஒரு முழுதும்-பக்குவமடையாச் சிறுவனின் சினமே தவிர, வேரொன்றும் பெரிதல்ல. மேலும், இதில் காணும், சாதி-மதம்-சார்ந்த எண்ணங்கள் ஓர் உபமானத்துக்காகவே தவிர, முழுதும் உண்மையும் அல்ல. மண்ணின் மடமை   கல்லுளத்தார் உலகத்தில் கனியுளத்தான் நான் உளனேன் ? மண்ணுளார்ச் சமூகத்தில் மனமுடையான் நான் தவிப்பதுவேன் ? செல்வந்தர் ஆட்சிதனில் செவியுடையான் நான் சாவதுவேன் ? அநீதியே அறமாதலின் அன்புடையான் நான் அரிவதுமேன் ? வையத்து வாழ்க்கை வாளினாலே யாயின் வெண்சாமரம் கொண்ட தெய்வங்களேன் ? இரத்தம் இலாததோரிரவு மில்லையேல் இரக்கம் இருக்கும் இதயங்களேன் ? உணவும் உடையும் உறக்கமும் இல்லையெனில் உடுக்கை அடிப்பார் உளரல்களேன் ? பசியும் பட்டினியும் பாருடைமை யாயின் பாஞ்சசன்னியத்தான் பாசுரம் ஏன் ? கண்ணீர் இடுக்கில் கண்கள் காண்கையில் கல்லில் குடிகொண்ட கடவுள்களேன் ? வேர்களும் வலிமை இழந்தே யிருக்க வெற்றுக் காகித வேதங்களேன் ? கைப்பிடிச் சோறும் கண்ணில் படாது கோபுரக் கலசம் களிப்பதுமேன் ? சோறுடைத்திருந்த சோழர்தன் நாடுதனில் நெல்லுக்கும் நீரிலா திருப்பதுமேன் ? விண்ணெலாம் விரிந்த வள்ளுவன் வாக்குமே வானில் ...

An incident, a very recent incident made me feel much about my friends & sisters. I can't keep a watch on all my beloved people and protect them and ensure their safety. My sister's words made me almost cry inside. I just ask one question. "WHY???" Why the hell are women abused? Because they are considered "weaker sex"...? In fact, men are the weaker sex... No men is born or fed without a woman. The very first word from a child's mouth & the cry of a dying man is of a woman. Whomever it may be. At any point of life, a woman fills the void. So why abuse them...? To all who derive pleasure on making a woman suffer: "What if your own sister/mother/wife is molested in front of you ? Would you repent for the mistakes you had done earlier and stop doing such things...?" I think "NO!". You would still continue the stupidity earning accumulating curses from all those victims. One thing is sure! There are lots of paedophiliacs & ph...