The Economy class!

Makes you think of the flight class? Well, its not. The single time travel in an aeroplane leaves me with less or no voice to write about ‘Economy class’ travel! I was kid stupefied by the luxury of the inside of a flight. It gave me no room to think of different ‘classes’ of luxury, back then. May be someday, I might actually write on it though! 😛

For now, its about my “economics” lectures at college. More about the lecturer than the lecture itself! One word. Awesome! That’s what she is. But if you ask the college, no one would agree to me. Or may be some crazy streaks like me would agree! She’s not an excellent teacher. She doesn’t teach you a thing, to be frank. She comes. She talks. Rather advises. And somewhere between all the ramblings, there’d be something you’d like to note down as lecture note to push some actual ‘economics’ into your head! Trust me its damn difficult to distinguish them from her ramblings! Her biggest theory, (actually suggested by some Economist I didnt bother to take notice), is something like this. “If one is better, the other is worse.” The theory as such sounds economically normal, doesn’t it? The abnormality strikes when you listen to her switch topics, like you switch browser tabs. No conversation or lecture is ever completed. She talks about the indiscipline in class. And then she says, how one is worse when the other is better! Still confused as in about what’s actually worse!

The other day, a guy walked in by the end of the hour, planning to attend the next hour. And oh my god! This lady invites him and advises him how important attendance is. Eventually, the guy got attendance for that hour and all the previous absences coz of his ‘illness’! (With other teachers, ten min delay => no attendance until you lick her foot! :P)

She knows a lot of things. About Economics, Accountancy, current affairs, University procedures and a lot more. But she still doesn’t know enough! Who would be surprised in a college that teacher is addressed by name? Lol. She will be. Annoyingly surprised and terribly shocked!

With her mannerisms and looks that resemble my much cherished aunt, she makes me glued to her every word and movement. With awe! Her miserable ‘playboy’ mishap, mutually opposing view points, her eccentric poetic recitals, and the brimming genuinness! I’d call her awesome. Miserably awesome! More as a person, than as a teacher.

Valluvar dinam

Heard of such a guy? Thiruvalluvar? Today is supposedly ‘his’ day. Dont know more details. But wanted to share all that I knew about the legend. His masterpiece, the ‘Thirukural’. Its life changing potential. The poetic charm of the verses. The thoughts that’d linger a lifetime. The weight of the language setting in. Tempting for more Tamil. More love. More poems. More passion. More meaning. More to life.

Even thought of choosing a verse for a day and brief about it. Everyday. But as ever. You propose. Somebody else disposes. Ah whatever. I’m done proposing. Let things come the way they know for I’m too dumb,rather lazy, to guide them further. As life has it!

Wish nothing’s disposed again. I wanna start with it. My thirukural days. As long as it stays.

Blunders – an infinite loop!

In less than a week, this is my second blog. Something is wrong somewhere. Exactly my thought too! But to my relief, I’ve explanations. Atleast to myself. The abrupt change is for my stupidity’s sake. Got a blog title in Tamil. Thought wonderful about it. And today, I get to know it was all a blunder. The meaning of the word was not what I assumed it to be! Well for my case, this is not the first time. My blogging history starts with a similar story. I’m used to this. Lol. And the blunder doesn’t just end there. With the present title, I still assumed something and something totally different turns out to be the actual implication!

But now, there’s no turning back again. Not gonna search for another title. Partially coz I’m embarrassed. But mostly coz the newer meaning of the title gives me a newer sense of existence. One that I’d have never guessed! The last straw actually does mean so? Lol.

Transition

From the winged one, here I’m wingless and trapped. From ‘ottrai siragu’ (the single wing) to ‘siluvayil’ (in prison). Dont pull ya hair already. I’m just talking about the transition of my blog title. From one to another, jumping through, this is my fourth or so blog. Everytime I blog, everytime I kill it. And every time, I resurrect. But its difficult to resurrect at the same place. Coz most of the time, I’d have killed the blog coz I hated myself for writing it up. Going back to the same things you despise is awkward. So I choose another point on the web to resurrect with my writings. Starting fresh and anew, washing away the past. However, this time, nothing has been washed away. I have brought along the past with me. Coz this time, I’m not running away. This is just a new beginning. Kick start! Just another blog, with the same old Nomadic thoughts and insane symbolisms and irrational rationalism!

Welcome here. Be around. Help me get along. Cheers. 🙂

Just another day!

Just another day. Just another morning. Just another night. Just another feeling. Just another joy. Just another tear. Just another laugh. Just another pass. Just another being. Just another day that I survived. I survived. Just another life. Just another for another?

Stairs to stares

Life’s like stairs okay? Be okay with it, even if you ain’t. Coz its just my example. So now, life is like stairs. Not plain ordinary stairs. They are distinctively styled structures with not so predictable steps that climb up and down. There’s no distinguished tread or rise that you can hardly identify them as steps. Okay. So now life’s not like stairs. Life is like a ramp. A smooth inclined plane inclined at, say 45 degree? Nay, 30 would be better. So life is this smooth plain inclination, elevated from ground to God knows where. But then, is life that smooth? Life has ups and downs. That’s what wise people say. So, life is not a ramp. What else can life be? Well, I am not expected to be confused already. I know the answer myself. Thinking hard..yeah I just got that. Life is like an elevator. It links you to infinite faces and expressions, strange and bizarre. It forces you to be in an enclosed space connecting to people whom you just cant even relate to. Not that claustrophobics have no life at all. They are just having a tough time with life. Well, most of us already do. Lift if life. Rather, life is lift. How perfect do they exemplify eachother! A lift with a lift operator is a boon. Tell him where, he gets you there. You don’t have to meddle with the buttons and screw up your elevation, rather life. But when lifts come without an operator, its not so wonderful. May be self operated lifts are something like living a ‘grown up’ life? Lol. You’ll have to take decisions and press the buttons yourself. People get in with you, leave you mid way making room for newer people to occupy the enclosed space. With not even the slightest sense of motion, you glide in a lift and conquer lands. Okay, floors. Lol. But then that too ain’t like life right? You glide through life? Nay, no one does. Everybody struggles to traverse across it. Okay, so what’s life then? Time to stare at the question? Nay, not yet. i still have an answer. Life is like an escalator. With distinct rise and tread, with rolling ups and downs, with recursive trails, with visible movement around you, life is perfectly like an escalator. You can choose to move with the course and reach destinies. Or you can choose. You’ll have to let people in hurry to overtake you. But you can still make your move anytime, surpassing everything around you. To climb backward in an escalator that takes you downward, all it takes is the guts to question the guard’s stare. Live past the stairs and the stares. Life is escalating!