Love that is so called by mortals........

To some, love is eternal,
For me it is trivial,
To some love has words,
For me it is blank,
To some love is romantic,
For me, it is barbaric,
To some love "can move mountains",
For me, it "does nothing but spoils sleep",
To some, love is all about love --
For they have never loved, only heard of it
For me, love is all about pain -- both sweet and sour --
As I have loved and yet not loved

`Ode to the Wind'

Today, when I, as a depressed and troubled soul (my pals say I am so always, yet), when I logged on to my blog to write, I saw a strange name who has commented on my posts. The person or rather the name (for the virtual world does not recognise figures and forms) 'Wind' commented on my posts with such a lustre that I felt slightly unsettled. Would not the reader rather skip my blog and read the comments by `Wind'. Who is this `Wind'? I really, really wanted to know.
Then, I came to the last comment of the `Wind' and found a name that is so dear to me, for my amma calls me by that name -- `Ammu'. Yes, I know who the `Wind' is .... my anna (elder brother in Tamil) who is more than anything a heart that bleeds poetry, simplicity and above all ... love. Blessed are those who come in the ambit of his loved ones...well that would be the earth and even the grains of sand on it, for he hates none. He resembles to me a cloud, fluffy and light that swims across the sky caressing everything that comes in its way, yet not stopping anywhere.
He really astonishes me, he is a father of a two-year-old and an extremely devoted husband who cares and attends to his wife in detail, yet he is not bound to this mundane world. As I said he floats. And talks endlessly....about things that no other person sees or feels. And it gives me so much pleasure when he talks to me, I feel blessed to have been born me. I thank the `Wind' for writing to me, on my blog in a tongue that just I understand. Thanks...for I feel more like myself when I read you.

To kill to kill time......and find work

There was no work today. So I thought why not I make work for myself. And with my new found love for blogging, I sat down to blog.
Journalists are always on the look out for work and stories. I remember the movie that I saw when I was young, titled 'New Delhi Times' in which the editor went on a killing spree to win his paper a few scoops. He shot and strangulated and stabbed..even the Angolan king. He reached the spot bang on time, when the big shots were retiring for the day, 'kidnapped' them and killed them.
He then focussed his camera, shot snaps and wrote about the killing. His snaps and reports were much debated the next day, with competitiors going red over the snaps that showed blood from a fresh corpse oozing out and the reports talking of spot scenes and the fiasco after that.
I feel like doing much that, to win some work and do justice to the bucks that I earn at the end of day. But first I do not have the guts to kill and then I do not know who to kill. So, from tomorrow I am going to coach myself about killing my time (and winning work) "killing".

tears at workplace...

my tears that fell on the workplace,
will sure usher in a dawn,
for like the animals of the farm who took up arms,
there will be a day when the "dalits" of the place will revolt,
pulling apart those who are sure brain dead
but think themselves, "the new brain on the block"
and then we would rush up and take power in our arms,
much like the animals,
who shooed away the men.
then we would march down the pathway to the bathroom
bring up buckets of water,
to cleanse the room and the air.
then there would be colour,
and the sweet pure wind-of democracy,
of freedom that comes when we are our own masters,
but....there is a fear, that like the animals,
who fought and got freedom,
will not the "dalits" who fight and get their freedom,
go on to repeat on others, what the "blue bloods" did on them
what is then the way out, Man you are but a fool,
who plays first to win and then to lose.

also from my mind....

Manasasancharare....is also from my mind, the other things being anguish, pain, sorrow and a whole lot of negative things. No, don't think its always negative. There are positives too. Like the hope that the Essence that has given birth to the idea thats me, will help find all that is encapsulated in the word "peace". Am I sounding boring? Well I cannot be anything else but my mind, and since my mind is boring for the people I speak to, I decided to write. A friend of mine told me about "releasing youself on the Net on blogs". Did not know what blog is and do not also know if this is what I should be writing. Yet am trying my luck to put myself on paper...oooppss...on the virtual space.
Manasasancharare is a famous carnatic song that has touched my mind ever since I was a child. It means the one who (that) wanders (travels) in the minds...could be God could be thoughts. I remember having cried and still cry when I hear this song. It touches you deep down and you realise there are corners of your mind that you have not discovered. And you feel at peace. Yet there is something more than what the dark outside world can offer. There is the light at the end if you travel through the tunnels of your mind. There is light. Life is beautiful, although its nothing.