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.

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?

The Jan 1st post!

Jan 1st post. Posted on Jan 2nd. Does this say anything about me? Well, it does. And I’d rather choose to keep it to myself. I had this wonderful resolutions of one post a day for the new year. I even had awesome strategies to boost myself and squeeze some precious words of wisdom from myself. Simple yet strategic. I’d choose an event of the day and write about it everyday. Life being so eventful for me (got the sarcasm??), I’d never run out of topics too. Ironically though, a very eventful day finally leaves you with little or no time to relax. Let alone, lie down on ya bed and search for the most apt words to beautify your post. It just gets as messy and as eventful as the day itself. And that leaves with you such awkward moments of titling posts like these!

But its fine. I’d find some means of getting past that obvious irony! Eventful days are what I love in the end. Yesterday was one heck of it. The new year was indeed awesome. From most trivial to the grand astounding things I’d have ever wanted to do! All in a day! That truly is one heck of a feeling! Of all things, the one thing I dont want to miss sharing is the inexplicable feel if breaking the awesome rules pushed down your throat! Got to sit by the door for an hour long train journey and that was “awesome”! To get thru the feel of jumping down to the inviting river, to fight back the slamming door, and finally, to avoid the pestering stares from the unavoidable crowd!! That was one thing I’d have essayed about yesterday. But today, that’s outdated na? And its not like I didnt write anything at all. 🙂

Waiting for tomorrow. For something to push me into writing. Resolutions are kept. Promises are given. Atleast this year! 😛

The pursuit of happiness

Nay. Not a review of the movie. Partially coz I’m not good at judging things. But mostly coz I haven’t seen that movie yet! Now is that bad? Well, never mind.

Not bad that I haven’t seen the movie. But kinda bad I’m not here with a movie review. That’s what I should be better doing. Book reviews, objective writing, versatile poems, short stories, novelas. That’s where my pen (or the stylus or the finger) should be gliding over. Gently moving through the language, its marvels, and charm. But look at me! Lol. What am I doing here? Scribbling incomprehensible never ending boring essays. Exactly. The kinda essays you’d miserably want to skip in those old history texts. Well, doesn’t that kinda mean I should end this with a period? Lol. Not actually. You have a choice here. You can choose to read. Or choose otherwise. Nobody is stuffing it into your brains so that you pass a dreadful board exam! Its as simple as that. This my pursuit of happiness. So I write. No matter what the world says about how ruthlessly am I raping the beauty and lucidity of the language.

Label me Ms. Complicated. Talk behind my back. Mock at me. Does that even matter? I’ll keep writing. More complex. More subtle. More crap. Does that matter either? Lol.