The Raghavan Instincts

கனவுகள் கரையலாம் நினைவுகள் மறையலாம் கடமைகள் தடுக்கலாம் இரவு முடியாதோ! ஒரு முறை இந்த உலகம் தான் மரு கனம் எங்கும் கலகம் தான் ஒரு துணை கொண்டு உலவ தான் காதல் பிறக்காதோ! கரைகளும் மலைகளும் அலைகளும் இலைகளும் மேகமும் தாகமும் ஏக்கமும் தூக்கமும் இளைய கோவின் இசையதில் வாழ்வு மூழ்காதோ! மடமைகள் ஒழியலாம் ஒளியதும் பிறக்கலாம் பாரிதும் செழிக்கலாம் நெஞ்சம் ஏங்காதோ! ஒரு உடல் இன்று மடியலாம் கடலதில் சென்று முடியலாம் மனததில் சோகம் மூளலாம் அன்பும் விலகாதோ! கனவுகள் கரையலாம் நினைவுகள் மரையலாம்... - Inspired by  பழைய சோகங்கள்  from ஈரவிழிக் காவியங்கள், wrote this for a tune that I made up but couldn't dare to record it. For world peace.

ஒத்தையில போகயில உன் நெனப்பு அள்ளுதடி! சுத்தியல போலடிச்சு உஞ்சிரிப்பு கொல்லுதடி! கடல் காத்து வாங்கப் போனா அனல் காத்து வீசுதடி! கடலய பாத்து பாத்து கண்ணோஞ்சு போகுதடி! அடி நடமாடும் அழகு நெத்திலியே! உன்ன சிலையாக்க மெழுகு பத்தலியே! அடி வாடாத வெளுத்த வெத்தலயே! நீ இல்லாம ஒலகம் சுத்தலயே! நாங் கடையில் டீ குடிக்க அந்த வழி நீ நடக்க தேனீரா இருந்த தண்ணி தேனா இனிக்குதடி! பஞ்சப்போல நீயும் பேச மண்ணும் பொண்ணாகுதடி! நெஞ்சு உன்னப் பாக்காம புண்ணாகிப் போகுதடி! அடி நீ தான் என் சீனி மிட்டாயே! கொஞ்சம் பாக்காம தவிக்க விட்டாயே! பாவிப் பய நெஞ்சில் ஆச நட்டாயே! நட்டு கழலவிட்டு ஓட விட்டாயே! ஒத்தையில போகயில... PS: Inspired by Sean Roldan & friends. Though nowhere close to theirs, one's own absurdities.

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. ...

At the end of a roasted day In the warmth of a lonely night I look at my window expecting a breeze And gaze through it at a lonely star. A star that arrives there every night & Yet remains dead for a million years Why am I destined to stare at it? Just to realize I'll die too? The world's so strange, for all I know. And my experiences, so very few. There's a design, I'm so damn sure. And it's all but just impure. The star looks surprised for I'm here just tonight. And I already begin to miss The dead one I met last night. Do all dead become stars? Would I get to be one too? For I can twinkle forever And laugh at some mere mortals.

Life is to live To live is to Suffer To suffer is to fear To fear is to cry To cry is to weep To weep is to exhaust To exhaust is to halt To halt is to think To think is to act To act is to work To work is to lead To lead is to inspire To inspire is to live To live is Life.

I'm surprised that many of us seem to be living with a sense of disillusionment, despite being in full knowledge of it. Or maybe I'm the only one. In this world where every damn thing done is an effort to win the rat-race, those who refuse to take part in it are by default termed losers, and this is said to be the unwritten norm these days. We live in an age of avarice, and one who is free of desire is perceived to be unfit. The urge to gain wealth, be it material of intellectual or anything for that matter, should come from within, and not from the universe, especially from the immediate kin. Beyond a certain age, one should be free to pursue whatever one wants, but that doesn't easily happen in our country, for 2 reasons: social pressure & moral obligations. One needn't care about the first, but definitely has to, and is forced to, about the second. We’re asked to live all our life for somebody else, just as a corpse following orders not directly stated but brill...