பிரியாதே காதலி!

செல்கிறாய்,
என்னைப் பிரிந்து.
உடைந்தது
என் காதல் மட்டுமல்ல,
அது வளர்ந்த இதயமும் தான்!

அடியே,
உன்னைத் தாரமாக மட்டுமல்ல,
தாயாகவும் பார்க்கிறேன்!
என் உயிரைக் காப்பாற்றாது,
தீயிட்டுக் கொளுத்துகிறாய்!

கண்ட கனவெல்லாம்,
காற்றோடு கரைந்தது!
நெஞ்சின் நினைவுகள்,
முட்களாய்ப் போனது!
கண்களில் கண்ணீர்களும்,
நிற்காமல் பெருகுது!
எப்படி வாழ்வதென்று
மனமொன்று வாடுது!

மனதாரக் காதலித்து,
மானசீகமாய் வாழ்ந்துகொண்டு,
உலகின் மேல் நின்றவனை,
மண்ணுள் புதைத்துச் சென்றாயே!!

கடற்கரையில் கொட்டிய சிரிப்புகள்,
கோவிலில் சேகரித்த சத்தியங்கள்,
நேசம் வடியும் கடிதங்கள்,
உன்னை நினைவுகூரும் பரிசுகள்,
திருமணத் திட்டங்கள்,
செல்லமான ஊடல்கள்!
இவை அனைத்தும் பொய் ஜாலமோ?
உனக்கு, நானொரு கடக்கும் மேகமோ?

என்னை விட்டு ஓடுகிறாய்,
மிக வேகமாய் ஓடுகிறாய்!
இப்பூவுலகென்ன சதுரமா,
ஓர் மூலையில் நீ
முடங்கிக்கொள்ள?
பைத்தியக்காரி, 
இது வட்டமடி.
நீ ஓடியோடி,
என்னிடமே வந்து சேர்வாய்,
இவ்விடமே நான் காத்திருப்பேன்!

Lord Shiva the Rockstar God!

The following content about Lord Shiva, is a message forward that I received from my brother. As a lover of lord Shiva, I admire the different and modern perspective depicted. It goes like this:

Wild locks of hair stream in the breeze. Half-closed eyes state ahead in an unbreakable trance. His body is poised, executing an inimitable dance move. Nope, its not Steven Tyler or Mick Jagger in their heyday. It's Lord Shiva from the Hindu pantheon of gods. Smoker, drinker, dopehead and wildman, Shiva is the quintessential God who breaks away from the norm. He lives by his own rules in the deep forests and mountains, dancing, meditating and generally doing whatever the hell he wants.

It isn't much of a surprise then that this cool God is in fashion with youth around the world and especially in India. From celebrity fans to cover stories in hip magazines, Shiva is making a comeback - and he is doing it in style. Top Bollywood action heroes have Shiva tattoos on their bodies, sports stars thinks he is the coolest of gods, and graphic novels present him like something out of the Marvel or DC Comics Universe.

Of course, there is more to Shiva than just the trappings of a Rockstar. He is as much a wild dancer as he is an ascetic who sits absolutely still. He is a hermit who lives in the icy cold of the Himalayas. Yet, he is an adoring husband and father of two. He is worshipped by the gods themselves as Mahadeva, the Great God and also beloved by the demons and ghosts. He is the ultimate lover, but he also happened to reduce the God of love to ashes with his fiery third eye!

Is he a good dude or bad dude? At times he seems to epitomize all things good, at other times he is so frightening you would not want to be anywhere near him. Not for him the relaxed calm of Brahma the creator, or the easy smile of Vishnu who maintains the Universe.  Shiva is the Destroyer. In the sacred texts of the Hindus, he destroys creation when it's time is up, pounding it to oblivion with the tandava, his dance of destruction.

Looking at the Shiva phenomenon, the editor-in-chief of 'India Today', writes in his preface to the magazine's cover story on Shiva, "Like in several other spheres, young, urban India is rewriting the conventional wisdom. For them, Shiva is cool, an ancient icon given a contemporary twist, fit for consumption in the 21st century."

And what a twist it is! Take author Amish Tripathi's Shiva trilogy of books as an example. They present Shiva as a man in 1900 B.C., in what we today known as the Indus Valley Civilisation. Amish's Shiva is a reluctant hero driven by love for his wife and concern for his fellow human beings. He battles a misguided power elite and rises to godly status in the eyes of his followers. The trilogy is an outright hit among Indian youth and has been picked up for a movie deal by Bollywood and Hollywood production houses.

This obsession with Shiva is not a new fad. At one time in India, most temples were dedicated to him. However, the ancients prayed to him not for protection or prosperity but for destruction! They wanted him to annihilate their finite existence so they could attain the infinite - multi, niravana, liberation.

The spiritual side of Shiva is still alive and well. An Indian blogger writes, "What appeals to me about Shiva is the fact that he embodies so many contrasts. A married man who can also be a celibate ascetic; a wild dancer who can sit absolutely still in meditation; his grief knows no bounds when Sati(Shiva's wife) dies, yet he casually lops of Ganesha's head. He embodies every aspect of human nature. If you can make your peace with this bewildering multidimensional individual, you have made your peace with the existence and everything in it."

Indian yogi and mystic sadhguru, merges the cool with the spiritual when he calls Shiva the ultimate outlaw: "Breaking the laws of physical nature is spiritual process. In this sense, we are outlaws and Shiva is the ultimate outlaw. You cannot worship Shiva, but you may join the gang."

Whether you see him as a person, a God or a myth, whether you like him or dislike him, he certainly is hard to ignore and harder still to explain. The more you learn about him, the more your confusion deepens. Maybe that's what ensures an evergreen interest in this phenomenol entity. He has so many facets that even today's stimulus overloaded generation can't get bored of him. Google Trends seems to concur, showing that interest in Shiva has grown steadily in the last few years. Whatever the reason - the machismo, the wilderness or the all-inclusiveness - the movies, TV shows, books and tattoos aren't likely to go anywhere anytime soon!

கடற்கரை

கடற்கரை,
பல கோடானுகோடி கால்தடங்களைக்,
காலம் தாண்டி சுமக்கிறது!

நிலம் பெயர்ந்தோர் வாழ்வின்
துவக்கம் இங்கே!
உயிர் நீத்தோர் வாழ்வின்
முடிவும் இங்கே!

இரு மனங்கள் ஒன்றிணையும் 
சோலையும் இதுதான்!
இரு மனங்கள் உடைந்துபோகும்
பாலையும் இதுதான்!

இம்மண்ணில்,
சந்தோஷச் சிரிப்புகளும்
கொட்டிக்கிடக்கின்றன!
ரகசியக் கண்ணீர்களும்
கரைந்திருக்கின்றன!

நண்பர் கூட்டத்தின்,
குதூகலமும் இங்கே!
தனிமை வாட்டதின்,
குமுறலும் இங்கே!

இங்கு,
சாமான்யன் முதல்
சரித்திரம் படைத்தவன் வரை
அனைவருக்கும் ஓர் இடமுண்டு

மல்லிகைப்பூ மனமும் இங்குண்டு
கருவாட்டு வாடையும் இங்குண்டு
ரங்கராட்டினமும் இங்குண்டு 
கைரேகை ஜோசியமும் இங்குண்டு

இங்கு,
அரசியல், அஞ்சலி,
மதம், மனிதம்,
அனைத்திற்கும் ஒரு
மேடையுண்டு!

ஆறிலிருந்து அறுபது வரை,
அனைவருக்கும் இங்கு உரிமை உண்டு!
அனைவரின் சரித்திரத்திலும்,
கடற்கரைக்கும் சில பக்கங்கள் உண்டு!

மாற்றங்கள் உன்னாலே!!!

மொழிகளைக் கற்றறிந்த நான்,
இன்று கடலோடு பேசுகிறேன்!

காவியங்கள் பயிலாத நான்,
இன்று கவிதைப் புனைகிறேன்!

தோழியரோடு உலவிய நான்,
இன்று தனியறையில் உறைகிறேன்!

உலகச் செய்திகள் அறிந்த நான்,
இன்று உலகை மறந்து வாழ்கிறேன்!

நிலவினை ரசித்திடாத நான்,
இன்று உறக்கம் இழந்து நிற்கிறேன்!

ஆயிரம் காட்சிகள் கண்ட நான்,
இன்று உன்னை மட்டும் காண்கிறேன்!

கண்ணாடியில் என்னை மட்டும் கண்ட நான்,
இன்று என்னருகில் உன்னையும் காண்கிறேன்!

கடவுளை வணங்காத நான்,
இன்று உனக்காக விரதம் காக்கிறேன்!

மலர்களைச் சீண்டாத நான்,
இன்று கூந்தலில் தொடுத்து ரசிக்கிறேன்!

பல விவாதங்கள் செய்த நான்,
இன்று மௌனம் மட்டும் சாதிக்கிறேன்!

மாற்றங்களே இல்லாத நான்,
இன்று உன்னால் பல மாற்றங்கள் தாங்குகிறேன்!!

என்னைக் காப்பாற்று!!

என்னை நீ அறிவாயோ?
நான் அறியேன்!
ஆனால்,
உன் ஒளி தவிர,
இவ்வுலகனைத்தும்
எனக்கு மங்கியது!

உன் மௌனங்கள் போதும்.
எனக்குப் பிடித்த அர்த்தங்களை,
நான் வகுத்துக் கொள்வேன்!

உன் எதேச்சைப் புன்னகை போதும்.
அது எனக்குதான் என்று,
நான் மகிழ்ச்சி கொள்வேன்!

நீ ஒரு முறை என் பெயரைக் கூறினால்,
அதுவே ஆயிரம் முறை
என் காதுகளில் எதிரொலிக்கும்!

உன்னைக் காணும் தருணங்கள்,
என் மங்கள காலங்கள்!
உன்னைக்காணா ஏக்கங்கள்,
என் மோன நிலைகள்!!

என் மானசீக வாழ்வின்
மனோன்மணி நீ!
மனம் புனையும் புரியாப்போரின்,
பராக்ரமத் தலைவன் நீ!!

என் காதலை,
அது தரும் காயங்களை,
அது கொடுக்கும் கிளர்ச்சியை,
உன்னிடம் ஒப்பிக்க ஆசை.
ஆனால்,
நாணம் நாவினைக் கட்டிப்போட்டது.
இதனை அறியாமலே இருப்பாயோ?
அறிந்தும்,
சொல்லத் தெரியாமலே இருப்பாயோ?

கடலில் மூழ்கும் கல்லென,
தொலைந்து கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்.
உன் காதலை ஒற்றுக்கொண்டு,
என்னைக் காப்பாற்று!!

கவிதைத் தொகுப்பு

1. காதல் கருவறை
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தாயின் கருவறையில் விழுந்த உயிர்த்துளியாய்,
உன் காதல் கருவறையில் நான் விழுந்தேன்!
ஈரைந்து மாதங்களில் பெற்றெடுக்க,
நான் சாதாரண குழந்தை அல்ல!
ஆயிரம் யுகங்கள் ஆனாலும்,
உன்னுள்ளே தரித்து, வாழ்ந்து, மரித்துப் போகும்,
உன் அசாதாரண காதலி!!!


2. ஆசை
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கண்களுக்குள் உன் பிம்பங்களை வைத்திட,
பிறகு விழிகளைத் தைத்திட ஆசை!

செவிகளுக்குள் உன் பெயரினைப் பொழிந்திட,
பிறகு அவற்றை மூடிட ஆசை!

நெஞ்சுக்குள் உன் நினைவினை நிரப்பிட,
பிறகு கனவினில் தவழ்ந்திட ஆசை!

இதழ்களால் உன் முகத்தினை நனைத்திட,
பிறகு உன் மடியில் சரிந்திட ஆசை!!!


3. ஆசைகள் கோடி
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உன் தோளினில் சாய்ந்திட,
மழையை ரசித்திட,
ஆசை!

உன் கையினைப் பற்றிட,
நீண்ட சாலையில் நடந்திட,
ஆசை!

உன் அருகில் அமர்ந்திட,
தேநீரின் இறுதித் துளி வரை பகிர்ந்திட,
ஆசை!

உன் கண்களைக் கண்டிட,
நம் காதல் கதைகளை நினைவுகூர,
ஆசை!

உன் சங்கதிகளைக் கேட்டிட,
இரவு உணவு அருந்திட,
ஆசை!

உன் மீது சாய்ந்திட,
முற்றத்து ஊஞ்சலில் கண்மூடி ஆடிட,
ஆசை!

உன் பின்னால் நடந்திட,
கோவில் சென்று உனக்காக வேண்டிட,
ஆசை!

ஆசைகளோ கோடானுகோடி,
உன்னிடம் நான் உரைத்ததோ, அவற்றுள் ஒரு துளி!!!


4. காதல் கவிதை - டி.ஆர். ஸ்டைல்
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நித்தம் ஒரு சத்தம்,
அவை எல்லாம் என் முத்தம்!

காலில் சிணுங்கும் கொலுசு,
அதில் குழையும் என் மனசு!

கொத்து மலர்களாம் முகம்,
அதை பார்த்திருப்பதே சுகம்!

கொஞ்சி விளையாடும் வண்டுகள்,
நான் கொஞ்சும் உன் கண்கள்!

ஏ டண்டனக்க ஏ டணக்குணக்கா!!!

Blood Shed - Part 1

Matt was fuming with anger and pain, as he sat on the bench of a lonely park. He wanted to cry, scream and run away as far as he could. His mind was racing through the path of his own life. His parents' divorce, followed by his sister's death, were an unexpected slap on his life. He moved out of his house soon after his high school and hated his step dad more than anything or anybody. He hated his mother too. And she never bothered about it. For her, Matt was a living reminder of her miserable past. Matt wanted to  stay with his father. But, he couldn't trace out whether his father was alive or dead. Then he decided to handle his life by himself. But he knew, it was already too much for a seventeen year old to handle. He started working and earned some quids to meet his needs. He was only able to afford a small shattered studio in the rundown areas of Wythenshawe. He aspired to study Electronics in the University of Manchester. He loved working in the restaurants at the Oxford Road, as the street buzzed with students. And this kept reminding him of his dreams and he stayed focussed. It has been three years since he started working. He has made enough money for his degree and was about to join the University. He was happy that his life is getting better. So he called his mother to share the happiness. But when he called his mom that evening, his step dad abused him and spoiled his joy. He was feeling aloof and lost. He heart was venting out agony like an erupting volcano and the pain was running all over him.

He sat there without noticing that the dark had crept in. Suddenly, he was disturbed by a tiny red flashing light, passing across him. It looked like a toy spaceship. May be compared to a miniature Saturn on wheels. He picked it up and looked closely. It consisted of a plate like structure, of nearly two inch thickness and 5 to 6 inches diameter, with a spherical ball like structure of 3 inch diameter, sitting in the middle. At the bottom was a minute button, which can only be pressed using the tip of a pen. The red light at the top began to flash in quick succession. He immediately took out a pen and pressed the button. The light went off. He wasn't sure what surprise it was concealing. He immediately dropped it inside his bag and started walking. He took longer steps and quicker pace, to reach his house soon, as he couldn't wait to investigate the object.

He kept it on his kitchen work top and searched through his tools junk to find an appropriate tool to open it. Suddenly, he heard a mild rumbling noise from the object. He was bit scared to go near and check it. But before he could do anything, it caught fire by itself and burnt down into ashes. He couldn't believe what he just saw. The shining metallic object that made him curious an hour ago was nothing but a spoonful of ashes. He stayed in his bed for a while. Then he went into the kitchen and touched the ash. It was very cold and thoroughly burnt. He collected the powder in a box and left it in the corner of the room.

After that night, he totally forgot about it, as he got busy with his University admission. When his classes started, he started devoting more time in the laboratory and library. His love for electronics and thirst for more knowledge, kept his fire of passion alive. Still he worked parttime,as a delivery boy in a chinese takeaway to meet his needs. After a couple of months, as he was walking down the path alongside Mersey River, he noticed an object similar to the one he saw the other night. He grabbed it and ran back to the University lab, before it turns into ashes. He carefully cut open the plate. It had a tracking system, a mobile sim and its circuit and an igniter fitted with a timer. The timer was counting down and he realised that it might trigger ignition and so he stopped it. He had no clue about the spherical ball that sat in the middle of the object. When he cut open the ball, he saw a bag of crystals in it. The crystals were reddish, translucent and very tiny. 

Blood Shed - Part 2

Matt eagerly opened the envelope, that carried the test result of the crystal analysis. He preserved every single bit of the crystal from the object and sent hardly a gram of it for analysis. He was shocked to learn that the crystals are human blood mixed with cocaine. He understood that there was something fishy about the object and wanted to delve deep into this.

Many months gone by, before he saw a similar object roaming in the woods on a cold Sunday night. When he tried to reach it, he noticed a tall man, wearing a long leather jacket and a winter hat, was walking quickly towards it. He picked it up, dropped it in his bag, and typed something swiftly in his mobile. Then he disappeared in the dark. Matt could hardly see his face.

The thoughts about the object, crystals and the weird man, kept bouncing in his head. He wanted to get to the bottom of this. Few days later, he went to an apartment in Benchill, to deliver take away. Matt had a strange feeling when he saw the man of the house. He was told to wait at the door, when the strange man went inside his room to fetch money. As Matt was waiting near the doorway for money, his eyes surfed through the lounge and found some weird objects there. The room smelled different. It did not stink but it wasn't pleasant either. At one corner of the lounge, just above the clutter of papers, he saw the 'object' lying upside down. And he noticed a long leather jacket hanging from the hooks, on the wall, next to the doorstep. He confirmed that it was the same man he saw in the woods, the other day. He noted down the name, address and contact number from the order receipt.

Matt understood that this guy Sean, was the only hope in digging out the secrets clinging on to the object. Matt tried following him, but he is no 007. He sketched so many plans, but everything was in vain.

After few weeks, he got an order for takeaway delivery from Sean. He was very much waiting for it. He delivered the food to Sean and waited near the door, for him to pay. When Sean went into his room, Matt quickly dropped a device into the leather jacket and winked at the 'object', that was still lying upside down at the corner. When Sean paid him, Matt gave a visiting card to him, which had the takeaway name and contact details embossed on it. Matt insisted in saving that card for future discounts and he was feeling successful to see Sean keep the card in his wallet. 

Blood Shed - Part 3 (Final)

The police rushed to the shattered cottage near the Cheviot hills. With brief gun fires and attacks, they were able to break into it. The armed men in the place were captured and everything that were found were seized. The place had numerous beds and each bed was occupied. Blood was being collected from everyone and the blood bags hung next to each bed. They all were men and were abducted from different parts of the country.

A thorough investigation revealed the shocking threat to the country and an emerging smuggling gang. Men who were younger than 35 years and who live aloof were the targets of this drug and weapon smuggling gang. Blood from these men were collected in bags in frequent intervals. These bloods were then mixed with illegal drugs like cocaine and were crystallized. It was then made into fine crystals. No sniffing police pups or detectors could detect the drugs in the crystals, unless they are analyzed in the labs. So this made it easier for the smugglers to sneak away with their pots.

Younger the men, more the blood and if any one dies in this process, they are thrown into the incinerators. The men were given volume expanders and blood was taken frequently. None of the animals were used, as humans were easier to handle. The crystals were then delivered to the concerned recipients, who are drug dealers using an automated transporter. The recipient would then decrystallize the crystals, separate the blood using coagulant and extract the drug. Other than dealing with drugs, the gang was an expertise in manufacturing blood weapons, the weapons that were made from blood. Poison blades were in greater demand for they are stronger than steel blades and infuse poison.

Few days later, the newspapers read, ' Delivery boy - Nation's new hero'. Matt was at the limelight. He was the brain behind this operation. The other day, after Matt left Sean's apartment, he began to watch him closely. Matt concealed a tracker in the visiting card that he gave to Sean and the small device that he dropped in his jacket, helps cutting down interruption, so that Sean would be unaware of the tracker. Besides, Matt was the one who spotted automated transporter, 'the object'. These transporters were given the location of the recipient and using their GPS, they knew where to go. They were designed to ignite and burn themselves if they stay switched off and the contents were not removed within a specific time period.

All these findings were appreciated by the Governors and Matt was honoured for saving the nation. It was the proud and prestigious moment for him. But he had none to share the joy with. When he returned to his shattered studio, a biggest surprise awaited him. It was his dad!


--*** THE END ***--

கனவு

விடியற்காலை. சூரியன் மெல்ல எட்டிப் பார்க்கும் தருணம். அன்றலர்ந்த மலர் போல, விழித்தெழுந்தாள் கோதை.  வாசலில் அழகிய வர்ண கோலமொன்று வரைந்தாள். தனது பெயரைப்போல, கண்ணனின் கோதையாய் காட்சி அளித்தாள். அவளின் கருநீளக் கூந்தலும், அதில் தவழும் மல்லிகையும், தாழம்பூ குங்குமமும், மஞ்சள் வர்ண சேலையும், கலகலக்கும் வளையல்களும், கொஞ்சும் கொலுசும், ஷக்தி ரூபமாய் ஜொலித்தாள்.

கீர்த்தனைகள் சில பாடி, கடவுளை வணங்கினாள். தனது பூரண வாழ்கைக்கு நன்றிகளைக் கூறுவதைத் தவிர, அவளிடம் கோரிக்கைகள் ஒன்றும் இல்லை. 

அமைதியாய் தூங்கும் தனது கணவனை, எட்டி நின்று ரசித்தாள். கண் விழித்தவன், அவளை அருகில் வரச்சொல்லி சிமிஞை செய்தான். நாணமுற்று அவள் விலகிச்  சென்றாள். 

பெருமாளின் பாற்கடல் அமுதத்தினை, கைகளில் அப்பிக்கொண்டாளோ என்னவோ, அவள் படைக்கும் உணவு, அவ்வளவு சுவை. தனது குழந்தைகளை அலங்கரித்துப் பள்ளிக்கு அனுப்பினாள். கணவனையும் அன்போடு வழி அனுப்பினாள். வீட்டுப் பணிகள் முடிந்து சற்று கண்ணயர்ந்தாள்.

"ஏய் எழுந்திரு", என்று கூறி தலையில் ஒரு கொட்டு விழ, திடுக்கிட்டு எழுந்தாள் கோதை. " என்ன பகல்லயே தூக்கம் வேண்டி இருக்கு? ஒடம்பு பெருத்து, பொழப்பு கெடவா? லிப்ஸ்டிக்க தூக்கலா போட்டுகினு மொத ரூம்க்கு போ. கஸ்டமர் வேய்டிங்கு. ம் சீக்ரம்", என்று கர்ஜித்துவிட்டுச் சென்றாள் ராணி அக்கா.

கவிதையாய் இனித்தவை எல்லாம், வெறும் கனவு தான் என்று உணர்ந்தாள். தன்னை அலங்கரித்துக்கொண்டு, அந்த அறைக்குச் சென்றாள், தனது தற்காலிகக் கணவனை சல்லாபிக்க.

Happy Friendship Day!!!

'Friendship Day' - The only day that is celebrated without any discretion in age, language, gender, religion, country, or anything for that matter. The tradition was initially started in US in 1935. It was celebrated on first Sunday of August, every year. On this day, friends exchange gifts, flowers, cards and especially wristbands. And the tradition is continued to be followed worldwide.

Friends are the greatest treasure in everyone's lives. A good friend will always help you mould into a better person. I am reminded of our Superstar Rajinikanth's golden words in his movie kuselan, about friendship to school kids: "Your friend sitting next to you, wearing just an uniform, will have no expectations from you. He/she did not happen to be your friend after learning the greater heights that you may reach in life. Such a friend will not be hesitant to point out your mistakes, at any point of time in your life."

My parents always advice me to choose my friends wisely. But I swear, I never had the pursuit of finding the right one, as my life always gifted me with the best ones. You need a friend all time, be it a record submission, assignment completion, bunking, movies, exam, tuition, proposing your love or even getting married. They not only become a part of your family, but a part of you too.

Throughout my life, my friends had been my constant support, either one or the other. I feel happy to share every little moments in my life with them. Leave alone those moments, even a simple 'Good Morning' makes your day. They keep the little child in you alive.

My friends were the reason behind this blog. And I totally dedicate this piece to them. Long live our friendship, beyond the ages and times!!!