Oru Chembaneer Pooviruthu njanomale
Oru vela nin nerkku neettiyilla
Enkilum engane nee arinju
Ente chembaneer pookkunnathaay ninakkaay
Sungandam parathunnathaay ninakkaay
Parayoo nee parayoo parayoo nee parayoo
(oru chembaneer)
Akame niranja snehamaam maadhuryam
Oru vaakkinaal thottu njaan nalkiyilla
Nira neela raavile ekaanthathayil
Nin mizhiyile nanavoppi maaychathilla
Enkilum neeyarinju en ninavennum
Nin ninavariyunnathaay
Ninne thazhukunnathaay
(oru chembaneer)
Thaniye thelinja raagamay sreeraagam
Oru maathra neeyothu njaan mooliyilla
Pular manju peyyunna yaamathilum
Nin mrudhumeni onnu punarnnathilla
Engilum neeyarinju en manamennum
Nin manamariyunnathaay
Nine thalodunnathaay
(oru chembaneer)
just thought of posting is....one of my favourite songs...
the lyrics mean a lot...especially these days....
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
i was here all along!!!
Looks like I have ended up
Where I began, again!
Though am not too sure
Where exactly I began
And began what exactly.
And yet am sure
I’ve been here before
The smells, the sounds,
The faces…
Is this the place I wanted to be?
The place that is to be my destiny?
Do I escape?
Do I turn around?
And run
But a coward I am not
Turn back I will not.
Is this where I wanted to be?
I guess so.
I didn’t turn back.
Forward did I go
And ended up
Nay
Found myself
In a place I was searching for
Not knowing
I was there all along.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Headlines today???
Aishwarya Rai to put mehendi on her left hand at sharp
No am not a reporter for any news channel. Though I could make it, if were to give these kind of above mentioned statements as “flash news” and “breaking news”. Seriously, who is interested in what color underwear Abhishek is wearing for his wedding or what brand of hair pin Aishwarya is going to wear? Not me. They can very well get married, oh yes. They can. But why should the whole country (that’s what it is being made to look like anyway) be sitting on pins and needles as if watching a super exciting climax scene in a James Bond movie to watch a wedding (!) of all the things. For all we know these people could very well divorce each other in days. Though am not wishing for that. God bless them and may they have a fulfilling life together. But heavens, don’t we have any thing else to see on TV?
A few weeks ago it was Arun Nayar and Liz Hurley wedding making ripples (!) along the world. It was the only “breaking news” many a news channel could report. Shocking! Ridiculous to the point of being ridiculously ridiculous.
I mean I would find it meaningful if they showcased this kind of news in their entertainment section or something of that sort. But breaking news?? Give me a break!!
Has media to stoop this low? Isn’t there anything called plain old traditional journalism? I would rather enjoy (!) a story about the
Sad state of affairs. I think I should restrict my TV watching to (ugh!!) K-serials. At least they are guaranteed to be ridiculous with all the saas-bahu and 5 generation long ‘stories’ at least you are not expected to take it seriously.
Monday, April 9, 2007
tell me not goodbye
tell me not goodbye
when all i want is
to be in your arms
look not at me like that
i just want to be yours
*
tell me not good bye
*
i stand with my heart
asleep in my soul
kiss it awake
and never let it sleep
let me be yours
for ever and for ever on
*
tell me not goodbye
*
to touch your face
to rustle your hair
to look at you forever
to love you till eternity
nothing else matters
nothing else counts
*
tell me not goodbye
*
tell me not goodbye
when all i want is
to be in your arms
when all i want is
to be in your arms
tell me not goodbye
tell me not goodbye
death...
Death is something that has never failed to fascinate me. its just that fact that you never know what happens after death that drew me to it. and also a curiosity..what if i am dead today? will people around miss me? will a drop of tear be shed for me?
People wish they could live on and on...see people around them grow up, see their progeny make a name for themselves, perhaps even see their grand children grow up..the wishes and the wants never end...
A few months ago i held a fascination for death a bit more than usual. there were moments when i would contemplate the best time to die...would it be when am old and bent, when i have seen my children grow up and have my grandchildren hop on my lap? but then what if at that time i am bed ridden? when my sheer presence or my being alive becomes a burden to those around? what if i am unable to recognise the faces around me? what if all those dear ones with whom i had grown up has already left for god's abode? terror was something that seized me then.
Then i thought...i would like to die young. when my skin is still supple, my thoughts still fresh, when the people around me would never expect me to be absent in their life..that would ensure that i was missed..and that people would talk about me...but then that was grossly selfish. and am not made that way. why should i hope to die young when people around me would be struggling to come to terms with my absence...
somehow as the days went by, my thoughts and fascination associated with death ceased. i almost forgot my fascination. perhaps because i found a reason to live. a reason which drives out all negative thoughts from my mind and leaves me with a clean slate. if there is anything that i wouldn't even want to think of is the D word. it is heart crunching to even think of leaving the world. this time around it is not just because i want to live, but because there are people who need me to be alive. and without me would perhaps never 'live'.
i need to live. i want to. there is nothing bigger that i want. just to live.....for people who mean....
People wish they could live on and on...see people around them grow up, see their progeny make a name for themselves, perhaps even see their grand children grow up..the wishes and the wants never end...
A few months ago i held a fascination for death a bit more than usual. there were moments when i would contemplate the best time to die...would it be when am old and bent, when i have seen my children grow up and have my grandchildren hop on my lap? but then what if at that time i am bed ridden? when my sheer presence or my being alive becomes a burden to those around? what if i am unable to recognise the faces around me? what if all those dear ones with whom i had grown up has already left for god's abode? terror was something that seized me then.
Then i thought...i would like to die young. when my skin is still supple, my thoughts still fresh, when the people around me would never expect me to be absent in their life..that would ensure that i was missed..and that people would talk about me...but then that was grossly selfish. and am not made that way. why should i hope to die young when people around me would be struggling to come to terms with my absence...
somehow as the days went by, my thoughts and fascination associated with death ceased. i almost forgot my fascination. perhaps because i found a reason to live. a reason which drives out all negative thoughts from my mind and leaves me with a clean slate. if there is anything that i wouldn't even want to think of is the D word. it is heart crunching to even think of leaving the world. this time around it is not just because i want to live, but because there are people who need me to be alive. and without me would perhaps never 'live'.
i need to live. i want to. there is nothing bigger that i want. just to live.....for people who mean....
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai
Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet
Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet
Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai
Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar
Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman
Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai
Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed
Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar
Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar
Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se
Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se
Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan
Jaan hatheli par liye lo bhar chale hain ye qadam
Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar
Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai
Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab
Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj
Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai.
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna is a poem by the popular Indian revolutionary Ram Prasad Bismil. A song which I heard for the first time in the movie legend of Bhagat Singh, and then again in the movie rang de basanti.
Seeing Atul Kulkarni say the lines with fervor made the hairs on my hands stand up. Whether it was because of my liking for the actor, the way he rendered the lines or the sheer power of the lines, am not sure.
Rang De Basanti was on TV recently. One of my all time favourite movies, one which I have seen not less than 5 times. I enjoy every bit of it. The humor, the wit, sarcasm and the reticent romance, and the indispensable feel of patriotism.
I love the part when R.Madhavan says “har desh perfect nahi hoti. Use perfect banana padta hein”. Brilliant!! How true! We never tire ourselves comparing our ‘impoverished’ motherland to the giants like America and the like. But how many of us do actually even dream of making a better India ? How many of us even dare to dream of a better India ? All we people know is to get a B-degree from somewhere and fly of to a foreign land, making big bucks and licking the asses of those people who we tried so hard to kick out.
It is a sad state of affairs when we need movies like RDB and Bhagat Singh to bring out the patriot in us. It is true in my case too. I watch these movies; I love them by the way, and for a maximum of 2-3 days am smitten by the patriotic bug. The only songs I sing and listen to then, are the "e mere watan ke logon"s and "sarfaroshi ki tamanna"s. I dream of perhaps having been born at the time of the independence struggle, perhaps as someone who participated in the protest marches. All these are feelings which overpower me, but sadly only when a stimulus attacks. A stimulus like a (mere) bollywood movie. Sad!
There are quite a few lines in the movie(RDB) which are food for thought. For example when amir khan says “ zindgi jeene ki do tareekein hote hein. Ek jo hota hein hone do, bardasht karte jaao, aur doosra,zimmedari udhao usko badalne ki” I found myself thinking in which category I belonged to. And sadly (again!), I guess I fall into the former. Though somewhere there is a rebel in me. And though I consider it my weakness to actually wait for something, anything to bring out that rebel in me, I am at least relieved that there is a fire in which I term as ‘healthy patriotism’.
Though I am crippled by my family and others who care, about not letting me be in the army, or air force preferably, I quote bismil again "Even if I have to face death a thousand times for the sake of my Motherland, I shall not be sorry. Oh Lord! Grant me a hundred births in Bharath. But grant me this, too, that each time I may give up my life in the service of the Mother land."
Thursday, March 29, 2007
My city- Cochin
Cochin is growing faster than most cities in India. This means that it is growing faster than most cities in the world and certainly faster than most cities in more economically developed countries. The consequence is more people, more buildings and more vehicles. Every month hundreds of new vehicles are registered in the city and this leads to ever greater congestion and air and noise pollution. The problems are exacerbated in less economically developed countries like India where people with little money keep old, inefficient and less environmentally-friendly vehicles on the road. These are responsible for far more fumes and noxious gases than modern vehicles. Also, many people put cheaper kerosene in their petrol tanks to save money but resulting in more pollution and less efficient engines. There are also fewer funds to police properly air and noise pollution sources and any infringements of pollution laws.
Cochin may be the real `happening' city in the State, galloping to the status of a metropolis. But perhaps the only aspect, at least for now, that elevates the city straight to this hall of (ill) fame, is the chaotic traffic system that chokes the city. Driving in Cochin is like working on a Six Sigma process. There are a million opportunities for a defect; in this case a process defect being defined as “getting a dent in your car”. A day with less than 3.4 scratches, dents or bent bumpers means that your driving for the day is Six Sigma qualified.
In India we have right hand drive. And it is common throughout the country, not particularly different in Cochin City. The only small hitch here is that we have a particular species of people called overtake-only-thru-the left drivers. They can at any given time create life hell for you. Then there are those bus drivers who act as if they are the greatest horn players in the world…honking and blaring for all they are worth, their musical extravaganza enjoyed by everyone except normal beings. With such varied species around; Cochin roads are a reflection of life itself. Like in life there are no road signs when u require it and you have to guess by the number of vehicles going into a particular road or open your inner eye and see whether it will lead you to MG road. And in this One-way city if miss a turn, you have to orbit the city like a dogged satellite to get near the same point.
Any visitor here or the regular commuters are left cursing the never-ending traffic snarls and the haphazard parking system in force here. It's true that numerous privately owned pre-paid parking areas have sprouted up in the city of late. But this does not in anyway ease the gravity of the prevailing situation that seems to get out of hand with every passing day. Strangely, the powers that be have not really put their heads together to address this situation.
Making hay of this confused state of affairs are the vehicle lifters, who have found Cochin a real goldmine for their nefarious activities. A look at the police records would show that vehicle owners of this city run a greater risk than those of the other cities in the State.
To make matters worse are the conditions of the roads in the city. The craters on moon could provide better pictures sometimes. To reduce the traffic menace in the city the, authorities are planning the building of flyovers. However, in my opinion, the only result of that will be more digging up of roads, and narrowing of existing roads that not even a fly can pass through.
Talking about flies; how can you forget mosquitoes; another remarkable phenomenon hereabouts. At around 5’O clock every evening we have the beginning of the ‘charge of the night brigade’. It goes on and on into the night entertaining you for all their might. Since the no: of software engineers are on the increase in Cochin, mosquitoes have a gala time with these “soft” targets. Dust, stagnant water bodies, open land, all these make it cosier for the mosquito wings to spread. And that quite makes sultry Cochin a happening place. But the city's number one mosquito breeding point adds a lot of other flavours too. The Thevara-Perandoor Canal is an epic by itself. The Canal which runs through the heart of the city, has been calling for mercy since time immemorial. Meat waste, including cow heads and goatskin, are a regular sight. Besides waste from hospitals and apartments give the water a dirty lustrous colour.
Cochin however never fails to attract tourists from around the world, throughout the year; after all, it is the commercial capital of Kerala-God’s Own Country. But, Cochin really needs to address its problems to keep on attracting tourists. Life has become choking to people who live here and it is necessary that the authorities put in their effort to make life better for them.
Cochin may be the real `happening' city in the State, galloping to the status of a metropolis. But perhaps the only aspect, at least for now, that elevates the city straight to this hall of (ill) fame, is the chaotic traffic system that chokes the city. Driving in Cochin is like working on a Six Sigma process. There are a million opportunities for a defect; in this case a process defect being defined as “getting a dent in your car”. A day with less than 3.4 scratches, dents or bent bumpers means that your driving for the day is Six Sigma qualified.
In India we have right hand drive. And it is common throughout the country, not particularly different in Cochin City. The only small hitch here is that we have a particular species of people called overtake-only-thru-the left drivers. They can at any given time create life hell for you. Then there are those bus drivers who act as if they are the greatest horn players in the world…honking and blaring for all they are worth, their musical extravaganza enjoyed by everyone except normal beings. With such varied species around; Cochin roads are a reflection of life itself. Like in life there are no road signs when u require it and you have to guess by the number of vehicles going into a particular road or open your inner eye and see whether it will lead you to MG road. And in this One-way city if miss a turn, you have to orbit the city like a dogged satellite to get near the same point.
Any visitor here or the regular commuters are left cursing the never-ending traffic snarls and the haphazard parking system in force here. It's true that numerous privately owned pre-paid parking areas have sprouted up in the city of late. But this does not in anyway ease the gravity of the prevailing situation that seems to get out of hand with every passing day. Strangely, the powers that be have not really put their heads together to address this situation.
Making hay of this confused state of affairs are the vehicle lifters, who have found Cochin a real goldmine for their nefarious activities. A look at the police records would show that vehicle owners of this city run a greater risk than those of the other cities in the State.
To make matters worse are the conditions of the roads in the city. The craters on moon could provide better pictures sometimes. To reduce the traffic menace in the city the, authorities are planning the building of flyovers. However, in my opinion, the only result of that will be more digging up of roads, and narrowing of existing roads that not even a fly can pass through.
Talking about flies; how can you forget mosquitoes; another remarkable phenomenon hereabouts. At around 5’O clock every evening we have the beginning of the ‘charge of the night brigade’. It goes on and on into the night entertaining you for all their might. Since the no: of software engineers are on the increase in Cochin, mosquitoes have a gala time with these “soft” targets. Dust, stagnant water bodies, open land, all these make it cosier for the mosquito wings to spread. And that quite makes sultry Cochin a happening place. But the city's number one mosquito breeding point adds a lot of other flavours too. The Thevara-Perandoor Canal is an epic by itself. The Canal which runs through the heart of the city, has been calling for mercy since time immemorial. Meat waste, including cow heads and goatskin, are a regular sight. Besides waste from hospitals and apartments give the water a dirty lustrous colour.
Cochin however never fails to attract tourists from around the world, throughout the year; after all, it is the commercial capital of Kerala-God’s Own Country. But, Cochin really needs to address its problems to keep on attracting tourists. Life has become choking to people who live here and it is necessary that the authorities put in their effort to make life better for them.
mujhko bhi to lift karade!!!
nice song by adnan sami...but thats not what am planning to write on. what exactly are lifts for? to lift you up right? well it also aids in locking you up
lifts are some of the best places in the world. all you need to do is to punch in the floor u want to alight, and just wait for it to take you there. and if you are alone well you get a lot of uninterrupted time in front of the mirror. some luxury which i cant afford at home as there are a lot of people vying for their 30 mins(at least) of beautification and self appreciation( depreciation).
it was not different yesterday. i got in the lift, punched the number 6 with some difficulty, and the doors closed and we lurched forward. glad that i was alone, i turned my whole attention to the 8 feet X 3 feet big mirror, and set about setting right (or attempting to set right) my wind blown mess of a hair.
suddenly i found myself in pitch darkness.and the lift screeched to a stop. god!! a power failure. now how do i set my hair right? no seriously how do i get out? how long will i have to stay? will anyone know am stuck up here?
and then this thought came to mind, or rather the song...
nahi nahi
abhi nahi
thoda karo intezaar...
ideal/typical song situation if by any chance i was stuck up in the lift with that special person.
aw come on. who am i kidding. wat am i doing here wasting my time fantasizing when i should be thinking of what to do to get me out.
i tried prising the doors of the lift open. though the inner shutters opened i couldn for the life of me prise open the outer grill. worse i dint know which floor i was in. nor did i know (tho i guessed i was not) if the lift had come to stop at a floor.
brainwave!! what are mobile phones for? there was one obvious number i would punch. but it wouldn serve the purpose not now, other than perhaps just send that person in jitters too. so i kept my head on...(oh yes!! i do have one) and dialed up sir at the institute who i was pretty sure would be there.
thankfully sir and my batch mate could open the doors and out i jumped... glad i could finally get out. disappointed my hair was still a mess
lifts are some of the best places in the world. all you need to do is to punch in the floor u want to alight, and just wait for it to take you there. and if you are alone well you get a lot of uninterrupted time in front of the mirror. some luxury which i cant afford at home as there are a lot of people vying for their 30 mins(at least) of beautification and self appreciation( depreciation).
it was not different yesterday. i got in the lift, punched the number 6 with some difficulty, and the doors closed and we lurched forward. glad that i was alone, i turned my whole attention to the 8 feet X 3 feet big mirror, and set about setting right (or attempting to set right) my wind blown mess of a hair.
suddenly i found myself in pitch darkness.and the lift screeched to a stop. god!! a power failure. now how do i set my hair right? no seriously how do i get out? how long will i have to stay? will anyone know am stuck up here?
and then this thought came to mind, or rather the song...
nahi nahi
abhi nahi
thoda karo intezaar...
ideal/typical song situation if by any chance i was stuck up in the lift with that special person.
aw come on. who am i kidding. wat am i doing here wasting my time fantasizing when i should be thinking of what to do to get me out.
i tried prising the doors of the lift open. though the inner shutters opened i couldn for the life of me prise open the outer grill. worse i dint know which floor i was in. nor did i know (tho i guessed i was not) if the lift had come to stop at a floor.
brainwave!! what are mobile phones for? there was one obvious number i would punch. but it wouldn serve the purpose not now, other than perhaps just send that person in jitters too. so i kept my head on...(oh yes!! i do have one) and dialed up sir at the institute who i was pretty sure would be there.
thankfully sir and my batch mate could open the doors and out i jumped... glad i could finally get out. disappointed my hair was still a mess
Saturday, March 17, 2007
red
i stand with my palette
the canvas bare
the brushes dry
what do i make?
a painting?
a slice of life?
life itself?
red oozes out of the tube
the brushes drip with it
the colour of birth
is splashed on to the canvas
-blood
a heart beats
for someone else
thumps,sighs
fills up with love
love is painted
red
somewhere a heart breaks
shatters
tears run down
for a heart so broken
tears which pain
tears which smell
of the red warm blood
someone flips a calender
searching for red
in the multitude of of black
a smile forms
a finger stops on a holiday
a red number
i pick up my brush again
and paint a life
emotions dripped in colour
a red sun rises
a new day begins
the canvas bare
the brushes dry
what do i make?
a painting?
a slice of life?
life itself?
red oozes out of the tube
the brushes drip with it
the colour of birth
is splashed on to the canvas
-blood
a heart beats
for someone else
thumps,sighs
fills up with love
love is painted
red
somewhere a heart breaks
shatters
tears run down
for a heart so broken
tears which pain
tears which smell
of the red warm blood
someone flips a calender
searching for red
in the multitude of of black
a smile forms
a finger stops on a holiday
a red number
i pick up my brush again
and paint a life
emotions dripped in colour
a red sun rises
a new day begins
Sunday, February 4, 2007
To my bestest friend
In friendship, few things matter the most, like faith, generosity and love. For faith strengthens the bond, generosity makes it precious and love makes it last 4ever. And our friendship is just the same, just as wonderful.
I never thought that one day you would be my friends, never dreamt that you would be such an inseparable part of me ,I never realized that time would refuse to tick for me if it wasn’t for you. But you have. You are my soul now. I am you and you are me. How did this happen? How could just two years with you give me that feeling of contentment when I am with you? You have touched my heart in more ways than one; you have become my everything, the essence of my life.
Your words speak my mind, your actions show my words, your accomplishments speak for my actions. I turn to you now always, for comfort and advice. I fondly call you my advisor and lovingly call you my dream. . I have many friends, some the hi-bye friends and some loyal ones too, but…You are the friend for whom I had searched throughout my life, and you will always remain my special friend.
I always want you to stick by me as I always will. Times will pass my friend, but our friendship will never fade…I’ll be on your side, today and always. Our school life has ended but the bonds that bind us together will never break. It cannot. Let us promise to care for each other, let us promise to find time for each other, let’s commit ourselves to this ever widening circle of companionship throughout the journey of life…
Let’s be like this for ever…lets always remain THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS
I never thought that one day you would be my friends, never dreamt that you would be such an inseparable part of me ,I never realized that time would refuse to tick for me if it wasn’t for you. But you have. You are my soul now. I am you and you are me. How did this happen? How could just two years with you give me that feeling of contentment when I am with you? You have touched my heart in more ways than one; you have become my everything, the essence of my life.
Your words speak my mind, your actions show my words, your accomplishments speak for my actions. I turn to you now always, for comfort and advice. I fondly call you my advisor and lovingly call you my dream. . I have many friends, some the hi-bye friends and some loyal ones too, but…You are the friend for whom I had searched throughout my life, and you will always remain my special friend.
I always want you to stick by me as I always will. Times will pass my friend, but our friendship will never fade…I’ll be on your side, today and always. Our school life has ended but the bonds that bind us together will never break. It cannot. Let us promise to care for each other, let us promise to find time for each other, let’s commit ourselves to this ever widening circle of companionship throughout the journey of life…
Let’s be like this for ever…lets always remain THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS
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