Death…

Before I speak on what is death,let me share my views on life…People say leave your footprints on life so that you live even after death…is it?I dont find any necessity in living beyond my sight…The only thing dont inflict pain on others…Tats all…Coz..you are born..you have a lifespan of nearly 65 years and could you spend this account just sitting,eating and dreamin?Thats all these stuff called goals,success,love and other sentiments gave their introduction…To erase this sullen boredom you do all the crazy comedies…The ultimate play is death…Death would be beautiful for me…

I will get independence from everything..flee like a bird without limits…(Birds have their own sorrows…)The only bad thing about death is the pain…You can’t see your loved ones crying for you..or if its an unhealthy end your own physique kills you before…But it can be faced gracefully and infact it should be…Everything seems folly…birth..life..death and God am not able to predict you..But atleast am calling you now…Death is a sort of  quitting an old lousy home and warming a new home..All questions and challenges will become meaningless then…

Ramachakani sitaki Lyrics Translation…

\”ramachakani song\”

Neela gaganaa ghanavichalana dharanijaa

(The sky blue skinned one…

One who moves with heaviness…

Daughter of mother earth …)

sree ramana

madhura vadanaa nalina nayanaa manavi vinara raama

(A face as sweet as honey…

beautiful eyes…

wont u listen to my request…)

Raama chakkani seetaki aracheta gorinta

(To this dear sita of rama and the mehendi in her hand... )

Inta chakkani chukkaki inka evaru mogudanta

(who else could be  the husband of this beautiful star?)

Raama chakkani seeta ki

(To this dear sita of rama )

Udata veepuna velu vidichina *pudami alludu raamude

(He is the son-in-law of earth who left his three fingerprints on the back of squirrel …)

Edama chetanu sivudi villunu ettina aa raamude

(he is the one who lifted the siva danusu with his left hand… )

Ettagalada seeta jadanu taali katte velalo

(wont he be able to lift seethes braided hair while knotting the divine thaali? )

Raama chakkani seetaki..

Erra jabilli cheyi gilli ramudedani adugutunte

(the red moon pinches her hand asking,where is rama)

Chudaledani pedavi cheppe cheppalemani kanulu cheppe

(lips reply I dint see whereas eyes say I cant reply…)

Nallapusainadu devudu nallani raghu raamudu

(black rama became the holy black pearl chain of Sita  )

Raama chakkani seetaki

Chukkanadiga

(I asked the stars)

dikkunadiga

(I asked the directions)

chemmagillina chupunadiga

(I asked the tears drenched sight)

Neeru pongina kanula lona neeti terale addu niliche

(the tear filled eyes are veiled with curtains of tears itself!)

Chusukomani manasu telipe manasu matalu kaaduga

(your heart says to show you but you never listen to your heart)

Raama chakkani seetaki aracheta gorinta

Inta chakkani chukkaki inka evaru mogudanta

Raama chakkani seeta ki

Induvadanaa kundaradanaa mandagamana

(moon faced,gold laced,slow gaited woman)

Bhaama…

Enduvalana induvadana intamadanaa prema..?

(moon faced…why do you face such turmoil?love?)

*pudami alludu- son-in-law of earth relates to the origin of Sita from the earth where king Janaka found him…She is called as Sita because of this…Seethalam is moisture…which became Seetha…The story is once when he built the Ram Sethu at Rameshwaram a little squirrel helped the chores…So he affectionately caressed the squirrel’s back and this action gave the Indian squirrels their unique three back stripes!!!

@~~My secrets~~@

Well…there is no better proof of my laziness…I have been tagged two months ago and now am writing my secret list…Priyanka ka am sorry!!! There are lotsa secrets in me…Coz in school days i was a reticent girl…even with close friends i used to listen and not speak…

1.Start with child hood,I have broken a boys head with my black slate…actually it was a innocent move…pray for his good health…

2.I have visited a crematorium during UKG ALONE…it was straight opposite to my grandmas house…in curiosity I was driven…nothing remarkable there…

3.I have ill-famed a girl of my age of talking ill of others which actually I did to her…

4.My birthday during 3rd std was terrific,coz we kids went on an unplanned and uninformed trip to nearby Paalaru river…It was gushing with the new waters…We did not know that the previous week a boy drowned in it…But we returned home safely and was surprised to see crying moms…coz we were missing for 6 hours…I really got my birthday blast that day

5.I developed an inferiority complex when I entered secondary school,coz of my colour…

6.There was a day in 10th class with our worst financial crisis…When I asked my dad more money for donation,he flatly rejected it…I went and cried in my room…Thats the first time my dad said no to me…Dad came and consoled me and that made situ worse and I broke to tears like a shower!!! I dont know if it was due to his affection or the situation…

7.After that incident I had lotsa turmoils in my mind and I became an ascetic…Or I thought I became so…I said no to gaudy dresses,make-ups and no cross attractions…

8.In my coll I was criticized a lot for that and my roommates used to say “Are you a Chennai girl?In attire and behavior..nay nay” Sathya my closest pal..struggled a lot to  change me and what I am today is because of her…So post your curses to her address!!!

Now my school frns used to kid me…”Sandhiya romba theritta..hostel poi sema formla thayaar ayitta!!!” I can’t help it…

9.I always had a longing for a sibling…Its a gift to have a gr8 friend at home is it not?

10.I have an aversion towards marriage…garlands…sovereigns…groom visit…

Worst than all…you have to pamper and in turn get coddled from someone…sounds yuck…

Everyone longs to have a wholesale person to fall for…hmmmm….But whos gonna leave their only daughter alone and aloof…

“All good things will come to an end and eventually spinsterhood tooo…. “

Thats not the point…I am gonna present my man… my diaries on the day of my marriage… after all he should now all my secrets ..ain’t i right?

Actually I have more to tell…But ppl can’t bear…so tata….

The 67 Mistakes of my life?!

So am home after my exams and to be precise finally home after adventurous 4 yrs of college life…As a victim of CTS obviously my job will be bloggin,rkutin,chattin,msgin and enquirin abt joinin dates…No problem…Probably I may never face a big break like this in my future…

Now i recite my memories on engg students exam preparations…What we actually do with exams…

1)First thing you do in study holz is to charge your mobile…Do everything startin from exam preparation sms jokes to “hey you studied ha?” everything

2)With a feel of guilt a bit (this will not be in your final year) You will chat and update your social networkin websites

3)You will never study and when your mom asks for a little help end up lying “I have lots to study!!!”

4)You will start searchin syllabus papers which were issued months before and left uncared…

Mark your portions and begin cursing your lecturer for his/her poor coverage of subject as if you would have studied if he/she had done a perfect job…

5)Take a lots of zerox which is just a one time use,only on the day before the exams…

6)With the end of study holz you would have discovered that you havent studied anything…

7)Then eventually goto hostel…ask your friends to teach…keep a look on sub-headings and diagrams…

8)Then at neck of the moment of exam definitely you will feel “If I had just half a day more I would complete the syllabus…”

Then enter exam hall,see the question paper,”wow every question has atleast a word I knew…Very cool…Hopefully will pass…”

But an extra feel while writing the final exam is you can no more fill in that register no column…I did take a deeep sigh and recollected how was my first physics exam in my first semester(I actly revised the subject)to my last power quality paper(actly poor quality… nothing to say…)

But actly pray that this should be my last exam and I dont want to fill that column again…

An ode to old love…

Once there were my happiest days..

Our conversations so sweet…

But now have we become strangers?

As if some pillars between us,

Nothing to share,

Your words are nomore for me to hear…

You mean so much to me,

What had made u so mean to me?

I dont want to make confessions,

I dont want apologies too…

Whats more cruel than sharing love?

I can leave the way  just as  a stranger!

Nothing is going to be so beautiful as this chapter of yours…

The reason for my shy smiles,pillow tears and secret diaries…

Ignorance is better than negligence

Thank you for showing that you dont know…

Thank you for your courtesy…

Thank you for atleast ending the play by now…

Now am on my own way…

Forever you stayed  just as a memory…

***This is a poem of my friend…I liked something about it…But  she refused to give her name as she felt it sounded more like a prose than a poem***

Black-listed Company !!!

This article is just imported from my mobile…

Can I imagine working for the following company?

It has little over 500 employees with the following statistics:

29 have been accused of spouse abuse

7 have been arrested for fraud

19 have more than3 criminal cases pending

117 have been charged and are being investigated for murder,rape,assault,extortion…

Its the 545 members of the lower house of parliament of  India!

I heard a dialoque in a film…There are only two castes, people who are cheated and people who cheat…You can very easily guess who are they…yeah voters and candidates…

For old time’s sake…

Hmmm…Am gonna depart my college and the friends it gave me…It has taught me a lot though I detest it…A good teacher is a tough teacher too…As the way it ends I think of the other ends too… My childhood….Its a special gift my parents have given me…They never forced me to tutions,hindi classes,dance or karnatic masters and more than that not even to study often…I have roamed like a nomad in our quarters garden…cycled at evenings and played with puppies and kitties…Though they have scolded me they will leave me free…Those days were the beautiful days of my life…

But end did come as closure of the company my dad worked…I was taken away from my friends who were with me from 1st std…my pillaiyar temple,circus,clubs,mango tree(we are good mango stealers…),playgrounds,nila soru,farmhouse,the acerbic smell of sugar factory,Paalars raging floods…everything..now is locked and sealed inside the factory gates…After a long time(nearly 6yrs) I passed my ex-home…It was not the same…No children played there…No ladies chatted there…Even mangoes didn’t dance in air…It did not look like the place we lived…It was like some old cemetry with doors stolen,glasses broken-definition of a haunted place will well suit it…

People fail to recognize what happiness is when they have it…Often regret it after we lose it…And am also in that state now…I dedicate this page of my diary to my quarters friends (Anandhi,Bhaarthi,Prabhakar,Sathishanna,Auxi,Preeti…and all those aunties n uncles who would have turned granpas n grannies now…)

A Meaninqful song

This is a song from Guna when Rekha tries to pacify a hallucinated Kamal…

Kamal plays the protogonist role as the son of a prostitute and

Rekha is under the protege of Kamals mother,yet she is more attached n sympathetic with the mentally challenged Kamal…

The lines that make me feel gloomy are

“neeyo vaanam vittu mannil vantha thaaragai
naano yaarum vanthu thangi chellum maaligai”

“kaatre nee yen saetRin vaadai kolla vendum”

It clearly shows how she hails Kamal…she considers him as a star but herself as a rented house…More beautiful is she calls him as breeze whose fragrance should not be affected by smell of trench…

***unnai naan ariven
ennai andri yaar arivar
kaNNil neer vazhindhaal
ennai andri yaar thudaippar
yaar ivargal maayum maanidargal
aattivaithaal aadum paathirangal

thevan endral thevan alla
tharai mel unthal jananam
jeevan endral jeevan alla
ennai pol illai salanam
neeyo vaanam vittu mannil vantha thaaragai
naano yaarum vanthu thangi chellum maaligai
aen thaan piranthayo???
inge valarnthayo???
kaatre nee yen saetRin vaadai kolla vendum ???***

APRIL I…catch u…

Today is sooo spl…Yeah….Its April 1…everyone can probably remember  all those childish pranks we did when we were small…cheating everyone who fell as prey and when they know that they have been hoodwinked..they give a shy smile and they will also continue the chain…I didnt catch any fool yet…sometimes We end up fool in tryin mock others…Anyways this day has made me remember an incident happened in my life…It was when I was in class IV…We always used to have naughty  friends who are older than us…one such is Bharti…She took a helluva of sand and fried it and took it in small cups..covered it with small plates and kept those on a big tray and distributed to all our neighbours with a notion of Rava Kesari for her mothers wedding day(yeah,thats wat she said )  and the deception got itself sold because of the hot cup and her innocent facade…Atlast when they found out that that she had fooled there was a parade in front of her home and noone could stop smiling at her cute trick…  and she had to pacify a few fighting hands too….

I dedicate this post to dear sweetheart who wrote me my slam on this date…Nomore we are friends now…But memories say forever…Loveyou my friend!!!

Good Eve to Tulips!!!

This is my first blog with wordpress…

I have already blogged but I did’nt conti nue it..coz of personal problems…

Now am blogging just to share my views and tastes…

Don’t expect me to be  scholastic in words…

Am just a shy,few words and eagered writer