Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Keeping A Vibrant Interest in The Heart's Adoration...

Mungaru Maleye..
Yenu ninna hanigala leele

Ninna mugila saale, dhareya korala premada maale
Suriva olume aajadi malege, preeti moodide

Yaava chippinalli, yaava haniyu muttaguvudo
Olavu yelli kudiyoduvudo, tiliyadagide

Mungaru Maleye..
Yenu ninna hanigala leele

Bhuvi kenne tumba, mugilu surida muttina gurutu
Nanna yedeya tumba, avalu banda hejjeya gurutu
Hejje gejjeya savi saddu, premanadavo

Yede mugilinalli, rangu challi nintalu avalu
Baredu hesaru kamanabillu, yenu modiyo

Mungaru Maleye..
Yenu ninna hanigala leele

Yava hanigalinda, yava nelavu gasiraguvudo
Yaara sparshadindaa, yara manavu hasivaguvudo
Yara usirali yara hesaro yaru baredaro
Yava preeti huvu, yara hrudayadalli araluvudo
Yaara prema poojege mudipo, yaru balloro

Mungaru Maleye..
Yenu ninna hanigala leele

Olava chandamama naguta banda manadangalake
Preeti belakinalli, hrudaya horatide meravanige
Avala prema doorinakadege, preeti payanavo
Pranaya doorinalli, kaledu hogo sukava indu
Dhanyanaade padedukondu hosa janmavo

Mungaru Maleye..
Yenu ninna hanigala leele

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Rhythm of Life

Have you ever felt the breeze
and stood unshaken
Have you ever been pattered by raindrops
and gone untouched
Have you ever felt the rhythm of music
and been unmoved
Have you ever seen a damsel
and stayed not flustered
Have you ever been smiled at by a babe
and remained unhappy
Have you ever loved an angel
and lived not to realize it

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Lighten My Path

You hold my hand and walk
So I know where I'm heading
Without you how do I know the path
A friend like you is a light
That not just makes me bright
But also my path

Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Bliss from the Sky

How I wish you would come on,
As a shower of joy, a shower of fresh
A blessing from the sky
Ye, you beautiful dark clouds,
Gather and spread your tresses,
Pour the celestial ambrosia;
Sprinkle the earth,
Drench the world,
Refresh the mind,
Save from the burn;
Shower on, rain on,
Pour On Eternal Moments
Let us Live On Valued Earnest;
Build the bridge
Unite the sky and the earth,
And make us walk on the rainbow

Poems by Rumi

Been reading some poetic works by Jalaluddin Rumi, the philosopher musician. As you read on his enthralling and soul-stirring creations, you cannot help but become one with his thoughts. Associated with Rumi are the famed whirling Dervishes; the both go on to instill a sense of awe and joy, not just in the mind, but in the soul.

Some thoughts of Rumi -

"We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mountains echoing only Thee;
And movest to defeat or victory;
Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled
The wind invisible sweeps us through the world"


"In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty, how to make poems
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art"


An article on Rumi - http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1800175.cms

A video of the whirling Dervishes - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddiJLecNHkI&feature=related

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Rehna Tu

Rehna Tu from Delhi 6, translated by Daisy

Rehna tu, Hai jaisa tu
Stay as you are
Thoda sa dard tu, Thoda Sukun
A little pain, a little relief
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu
Stay as you are
Dheema Dheema jhonka, Ya phir junoon
A gentle breeze, a strong gust of wind
Thoda sa resham, Tu hamdam
A little silky, you are my love
Thoda sa khurdura
A little rough
Kabhi tu adh jaaye, Ya ladh jaaye
Sometimes you are stubborn, and sometimes you end up fighting
Ya khushboo se bhara
Sometimes (you are) full of fragrance (sweetness)
Tujhe badalna na chahoon
I don't want to change you
Rati bhar bhi sanam
Not even a bit
Bina sajawat milawat
Undecorated, Unaltered
Na zyaada na hi kam
Neither more nor less
Tuhje chaahon, jaisa hai tu
I like you, just the way you are
Mujhe teree barish mein beegna hai ghuljana hai
I want to drench myself in rain (of your love).. seek union with you

Tujhe chaahon, jaisa hai tu
I like you, just the way you are
Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna rakh ho jana hai
I want to get burnt in your tresses...burn away to ashes
Tu zakham de agar
If you torment me,
Marham bhi aakar tu lagaaye
You soothe me too
Zakham mein bhi mujhko pyaar aaye
Even in pain, I find you adorable

Dariya oooo dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Let me sink in your love (river-like)
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu
Stay as you are

Thoda sa dard tu, Thoda Sukun
A little pain, a little relief
Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka, Ya phir junoon
A gentle light breeze or a strong gust of wind

Haath thaam chalna ho
If we hold hands and walk,
To dono ke daye haath sang kaise
Then how our right hands will be intertwined
Haath thaam chalna ho
If we hold our hands,
To dono ke daye haath sang kaise
Then how our right hands will be intertwined
Ek daaya hoga, ek baaiya hoga
Only the left and right hands can join
Tham le, haath yeh thaam le
Hold my hands...hold my hands dear
Chalna hai sang thaam le
Hold my hands...in the journey of life

The Butterfly

One day I saw a cocoon and wondered what it was
It looked very pretty and I treasured it with my heart
Every day I would ask it what it was
But only silence was what I always got
One day, holding in my palm, I asked it what it was
Then I heard it say I'm pretty outside and beautiful inside
I said Can I not see you
It replied i want to be within the cocoon
I said if you won't come out
The world wouldn't know your beauty
And it said the cocoon is warm and the world is cold
Then I held it close to my heart
And I saw a butterfly fly out
But it flew not without into the world
but within deep into my heart

The Bird

A bird flew into my life
I asked it where you come from
And it said from far up above
So I asked why did you come
It said so that you may love me
I asked would you not love me
And it said, I'm not given to do so
I said please don't leave me
For I've grown to love you
And it said I cannot be with you
But I'll leave my thoughts behind
I said do be with me when I think of you
And it flew away saying nothing
Leaving behind only memories

The Flight of the Poem

The eyes do see, but they must not see
The mind does think, but it must not think
The heart does yearns, but it must not yearn
How can a smile be a smile when it is not a smile but a cry
Why can't the heart not talk
But if it talks will the heart ever listen?
How can I see you as a stranger when the heart knows you well
How can it be then that I live when I should not be
Is it not true that a poem makes the poet
How is it then that I'm still a poet
When the Poem is flying out of me

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

On The Swing

On the swing
Up and down do I go
Once I am happy, once I am not
Gives me joy, but fear is not far
I know I could fall and get hurt
But the joy shadows it
I ask myself, is it true joy?
I answer myself, as true as the shadow
But I argue the shadow is mine
And I answer the shadow is mine, but not me
I say it's just a Play Of Enthralling Moments
Or is it the Poignant Odds of an Ethereal Mystery

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Fashion Day at Tiruvaiyyaru

We have heard about the famed fashion week events held world-wide like NYFW or MFW or PFW. But have you heard about a fashion day event? There's at least one that I'm aware about. The Tiruvaiyyaru Fashion Day. Although some might recognise Tiruvaiyyaru, for the uninitiated, it is a sandwich between a village and a town, located about 8 miles from Thanjavur in TN. I call it a sandwich since it hopelessly fails all the prerequisites to qualify for either a village or a town. Neither is it sleepy enough to be a village, nor does it bear the din of a town. This place is better known amongst Carnatic music aficionados as the place where the Carnatic music colossus, Sri Thyagaraja, lived for most part of his life and also for enshrining his mortal remains on the banks of the Kaveri. Annually, it's become a tradition for the Carnatic music fraternity to pay tribute to this saint-composer by singing his compositions. But what started as a tribute event has metamorphosed into a fashion event. Come January, every year, Tiruvaiyyaru gets up and going, abound with lots of of energy and people. The reason behind this are the celebrities of the Carnatic world. One cannot miss ardent fans discussing at every given opportunity as to which artist might come this year or give it a miss. After all, this is the Woodstock of Carnatic music and the Gods descend here only once a year. These Gods arrive dressed far from befitting a solemn event such as this. Draped in their best Conjeevarams, Mysore silks, Benaras silks, etc., adorning gold bangles and diamond necklaces, they don't care if they look like a mannequin in a jewellery shop. For the only thing on their mind is not the tribute, but showcasing their fashion extravaganzas in the limited time frame. They are seen to vigorously shake their heads often. Although this could be mistaken for a sign of appreciation, it would in reality be to show off their gem-studded earrings. And how could the ubiquitous Tambrams keep themselves away from any such things? They are best known for their sharp olfactory sense for silk and gold. They may not be able to differentiate a ragam from a thalam, but they would profess and confess Carnatic music is their life breath. You can see hundreds of them straining their necks to catch a glimpse of, oh, no, not the saint's shrine, but their fave celebrities. The lesser fortunate ones that are unable to be physically present at the venue sit glued to the idiot box at their homes. Hurrying up their mundane activities, they sit all ready to glimpse their Gods, only to pass comments and comparisons about what 'X' artist wore last year and how 'Y' looks aged this year. A few are heard cursing the TV cameraman because he does not focus the camera much on 'Z'. And, yeah, coming to these cameramen, they are another appreciative lot. Tired of focusing on the same old celebrity faces year after year, they train their lenses towards attractive faces in the assembled crowd. So, there's every form of entertainment served in Tiruvaiyyaru - for the eyes, ears, mind, and body. And, if you by chance get to attend a Tambram wedding, trust me, you will for sure overhear somebody bragging, "Did you see me on TV during the Aradhana in Tiruvaiyyaru?" And then, the best part is reserved for the post event times. These die hard fans are seen headed directly from Tiruvaiyyaru, not to their homes, but to the ever-crowded Usman Road in Chennai, to purchase the sarees worn by X, Y, Z at the Tiruvaiyyaru event.

Sri Thyagaraja contributed a great mite towards Carnatic music during his life time, but did anybody imagine that his legacy would contribute, albeit surrogately, to the apparel industry, too?

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Pool Of Emotive Moments


The eyes saw, The mind perceived
Life moved on, life moved
In a crowd, but didn't feel lonely
Then there came a rain
So torrential, so refreshing
I drowned in a Pool Of Emotive Moments
A new lease was gotten, a new phase was entered
The eyes saw, the eyes didn't see
The mind perceived, the mind didn't perceive
Life moved on, life didn't move
Amidst friendly faces, yet felt lonely
There was a rain, but this didn't fall off the sky

Is the mind longing
Is the mind opening
Is the mind vagrant
Is the mind expressive

Life was anew, life was felt

Saturday, January 3, 2009

'In'human

This morning I came across a very gory sight on one news channel. I am saying "came across" and not "saw" because I did not view it for any more than a few seconds. But yet, it was so horrible that it got etched very well in my mind within that short time frame. There was a creature called "C". There were creatures called "H". There was a pool of blood. The "H" creatures were murdering the "C" creature. At a point, "C" just lay down hopeless and lifeless. But yet "H" would not stop. They went on torturing "C". Don't know what was left behind to torture any more. But these would not stop. Pain and helplessness was written crystal clear on the face of "C". That expression haunts me so much that I am unable to even describe it in writing. Wondering how a reversal of roles would have been. What if "H" is in the place of "C" and "C" is torturing "H"? But for "H", it could just be unthinkable. Because "H" does not like any trespassing. "H" wants "C" to be where it has to be, but "H" will not be where it has to be. It can and will be anywhere and everywhere. In fact, all places belong to "H". Then where will "C" be? Simple. "C" cannot be. Not just anywhere. Just cease to exist. No wonder "Humane" and "Human" are different words with different spellings and pronunciations. Oh, yeah. Needless to say, different meanings, too. But then again, inhumane is in human.



"C" = Cheetah
"H" = Humans

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Walk the Talk

Question 1: Who cross the roads best?
Answer: Dogs

Question 2: Who cross the roads better?
Answer: Older, sensible people

Question 3: Who cross the roads worst?
Answer: People walking, talking on their mobile phones