Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Chasing the Wheels
Roxy - A different name. A different dog. Roxy is so different than any other dog I have ever seen. Not many dogs like you when you look straight in their eyes a little longer than usual, especially when you are a stranger to them. But, my Roxy, she did not react that way. She was all calm, walked slowly to me. As I bent down, that friendly look in her wet eyes, it told me something, which I did not understand then.
First time, I met Roxy on a tea shop near my house. You can find her on a small sand dune by the side of the shop and below a Neem tree. Everytime I go for tea, Roxy would come jumping on me. Roxy had good number of friends who are all customers for the tea shop. I must say, Roxy is a crazy dog too. She was happy, sad and crazy sometimes. When she was happy, she was on the dune. When she was sad, she was on the dune. When she was crazy, she was chasing the speeding cars.
In the beginning, it was fun to watch Roxy chasing all the speeding cars. Mostly they were cabs for big IT companies. Some cabs slow down after seeing Roxy running madly chasing the wheels. Some cabs outran Roxy with no care. After every chase, she will go to the dune and lie down quietly. She won't even come for biscuits. 'She never learns. She always does that' - sighed the tea shop owner. Roxy has an extremely painful story behind her wet eyes, he added.
'Two years before, Roxy had a small family of two puppies. They were beautiful and playful all the time. They were taken care well by the nearby Auto Stand drivers and tea shop customers. After three months, one fine morning, the puppies were run over by a speeding car. It all happened in a fraction of second. Roxy's joyful world turned upside down. No one could do anything but to mourn Roxy's loss. Roxy took the remains of the puppies and buried under the Neem tree, where there is sand dune now. She did not have any food for three or four days', said the tea shop owner.
I looked at Roxy and called her. She did not come. May be she knew that I know her other side now. 'More than two years and she is still chasing cars', I said with a disappointed and low tone. 'They are not humans. With them, love and memories are forever', replied the tea shop owner. Sitting on the dune with Roxy, I understand what that look in her eyes means. It's a look of a painful heart, a soul deeply locked in agony. She still chases the cars. May be she did not want others to lose their family and feel what she feels.
How would it feel to stand on the dunes stained by the blood of your own family? Could you forget and move on with life? Ladies & Gentlemen, your passion for driving fast and thrill for speed could cost someone their life. Yes. They are street dogs. They don't know your rules. But they have a family and life too. Would you drive fast, if you know your kids are playing on the roads? Please be little more watchful on the roads for dogs, goats, other animals and pets.
First time, I met Roxy on a tea shop near my house. You can find her on a small sand dune by the side of the shop and below a Neem tree. Everytime I go for tea, Roxy would come jumping on me. Roxy had good number of friends who are all customers for the tea shop. I must say, Roxy is a crazy dog too. She was happy, sad and crazy sometimes. When she was happy, she was on the dune. When she was sad, she was on the dune. When she was crazy, she was chasing the speeding cars.
In the beginning, it was fun to watch Roxy chasing all the speeding cars. Mostly they were cabs for big IT companies. Some cabs slow down after seeing Roxy running madly chasing the wheels. Some cabs outran Roxy with no care. After every chase, she will go to the dune and lie down quietly. She won't even come for biscuits. 'She never learns. She always does that' - sighed the tea shop owner. Roxy has an extremely painful story behind her wet eyes, he added.
'Two years before, Roxy had a small family of two puppies. They were beautiful and playful all the time. They were taken care well by the nearby Auto Stand drivers and tea shop customers. After three months, one fine morning, the puppies were run over by a speeding car. It all happened in a fraction of second. Roxy's joyful world turned upside down. No one could do anything but to mourn Roxy's loss. Roxy took the remains of the puppies and buried under the Neem tree, where there is sand dune now. She did not have any food for three or four days', said the tea shop owner.
I looked at Roxy and called her. She did not come. May be she knew that I know her other side now. 'More than two years and she is still chasing cars', I said with a disappointed and low tone. 'They are not humans. With them, love and memories are forever', replied the tea shop owner. Sitting on the dune with Roxy, I understand what that look in her eyes means. It's a look of a painful heart, a soul deeply locked in agony. She still chases the cars. May be she did not want others to lose their family and feel what she feels.
How would it feel to stand on the dunes stained by the blood of your own family? Could you forget and move on with life? Ladies & Gentlemen, your passion for driving fast and thrill for speed could cost someone their life. Yes. They are street dogs. They don't know your rules. But they have a family and life too. Would you drive fast, if you know your kids are playing on the roads? Please be little more watchful on the roads for dogs, goats, other animals and pets.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
இன்னும் கொஞ்சம் நேரம் ...
இன்னும் கொஞ்சம் நேரம்
இருந்தா தான் என்ன?
ஏன் அவசரம்
என்ன அவசரம்
கண்ணே
இருந்தா தான் என்ன?
ஏன் அவசரம்
என்ன அவசரம்
கண்ணே
மழை மேகம் வரும் போதே
மயில் தோகை விரிக்காதோ
அழைத்தேன் வா
அன்பே வா
வா
என் அழகே வா
என் உயிரே வா
மயிலே
நீ கிட்ட வந்ததும்
தலை சுத்தி ஆடுது
நீ எட்டிபோனதும்
அட புத்தி மாறுது
விண்ணைத்தாண்டி அன்பே வந்தாய்
என்னுள் நடுக்கமா?
உன்னால் நின்ற இதயம் ஒன்று
மீண்டும் துடிக்குமா?
போ போ போ
நீ எங்க வேணா போ
போ போ போ
நீ ஒண்ணும் வேண்டாம் போ :)
நீ எங்கே போனாலும்
PRAY பண்ணுவேன்
எல்லா சாமியும்
PRAY பண்ணுவேன்
Friday, May 3, 2013
What's In A Name - Fight Club Version
What's in a name? 'Nothing'. It is absolutely nothing. You think, you got a pretty name? Uh ho, hold on. Just hold On. When I say think, you think. When I ask, you answer. Alright? Honestly, do you like your name? How often you tell your full name? How happy you feel, when you write your name? Now comes the funny part. How many people call you by your name? You still think, you have a perfect name? Oh.. Take some responsibility guys. You are one among the million things that has a name. The entire family of flora, fauna, bacteria, distant stars, blood parasites, brain parasites, unseen planets, every invisible molecule, every unwanted children of God, every all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world has a name. A perfect name.
Enough said on the topic, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to fight club. The first rule of fight club is, you should not use names. The second rule of fight club is, you should not call any organic decaying matter by their original name. No name is special even when they rhyme with some of the notorious words in your language. Say after me, "I am not my name. My name is not my identity". Yes. Your name is not your identity. Your name is not your facebook account. Your name is just a good-for-nothing classification like caste, religion, stars. Now, take a moment to think on this. Isn't losing your identity called freedom? If you change your name, if you interchange letters, will you become a different person? Will you become more blessed?
If you get the cue for changeover, you should join the fight club. As a member of fight club, you can call anyone or anything by what ever you feel like calling. Yes. You should fight their so called Identity. I insist. Whoever you see next, call him/her a Pumpkin head, match stick maker, humdinger, sulphuric acid, space monkey, ashtray, christmas tree, gold fish, french venilla, oil machine, color zebra, gelatin rose, whatever. Fellas, it's not a God damn seminar. You can call people by whatever phrase you want. You can greet them the way, you always wanted to greet. Remember, when you do, you feel things differently. Days will roll, time will pass in a better way, than you ever had. You will not be emotionally attached to anyone because you won't remember them by their names. You will be no more attached to this tiny little world which is so obsessed with nameology, numerology, astrology and horoscopes.
Benefits beside, there is tremendous scope for agressive expansion. You can talk about the rules of fight club, but do not negotiate. One should join Fight Club for freedom and not to impress anyone. When a new member joins fight club, you tell them the rules. You are warned now. Without rules, we are all savages. If it is his first day in fight club, he should name at least 5 people, as fast as a magic trick. He should no more ask 'Who are you?'. At fight club, we always ask, 'What are you'?. There is no age limit, there is no gender bias and there are no naming conventions. Fight club does not need a packed crowd or a candle light table or an artificially silenced library. It can happen over the waste part of your home or office, cafeteria, cabs, lobby, walls, here or anywhere.
No matter what, Fight Club should go on. Even if I ask you to stop, you should not stop. Yes. That's rule number three. This is an ordeal moment. Trust me, the first day in Fight Club is going to be the hardest day. Even if you have been a drudge so far, you have to be creative in naming. Never mind. I know, you got it. After all, it's not quantum theory or deoxy ribonucleic acid that we are talking about. It is just meaning less words with a combination of vowels and consonants called 'names'. Let's talk about Cinderella dancing later. Let's evolve and roar. Let the chips may fall where they may.
Your Loving Martinet,
The Evil Overlord
What's in a name? - The Notebook version
Enough said on the topic, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to fight club. The first rule of fight club is, you should not use names. The second rule of fight club is, you should not call any organic decaying matter by their original name. No name is special even when they rhyme with some of the notorious words in your language. Say after me, "I am not my name. My name is not my identity". Yes. Your name is not your identity. Your name is not your facebook account. Your name is just a good-for-nothing classification like caste, religion, stars. Now, take a moment to think on this. Isn't losing your identity called freedom? If you change your name, if you interchange letters, will you become a different person? Will you become more blessed?
If you get the cue for changeover, you should join the fight club. As a member of fight club, you can call anyone or anything by what ever you feel like calling. Yes. You should fight their so called Identity. I insist. Whoever you see next, call him/her a Pumpkin head, match stick maker, humdinger, sulphuric acid, space monkey, ashtray, christmas tree, gold fish, french venilla, oil machine, color zebra, gelatin rose, whatever. Fellas, it's not a God damn seminar. You can call people by whatever phrase you want. You can greet them the way, you always wanted to greet. Remember, when you do, you feel things differently. Days will roll, time will pass in a better way, than you ever had. You will not be emotionally attached to anyone because you won't remember them by their names. You will be no more attached to this tiny little world which is so obsessed with nameology, numerology, astrology and horoscopes.
Benefits beside, there is tremendous scope for agressive expansion. You can talk about the rules of fight club, but do not negotiate. One should join Fight Club for freedom and not to impress anyone. When a new member joins fight club, you tell them the rules. You are warned now. Without rules, we are all savages. If it is his first day in fight club, he should name at least 5 people, as fast as a magic trick. He should no more ask 'Who are you?'. At fight club, we always ask, 'What are you'?. There is no age limit, there is no gender bias and there are no naming conventions. Fight club does not need a packed crowd or a candle light table or an artificially silenced library. It can happen over the waste part of your home or office, cafeteria, cabs, lobby, walls, here or anywhere.
No matter what, Fight Club should go on. Even if I ask you to stop, you should not stop. Yes. That's rule number three. This is an ordeal moment. Trust me, the first day in Fight Club is going to be the hardest day. Even if you have been a drudge so far, you have to be creative in naming. Never mind. I know, you got it. After all, it's not quantum theory or deoxy ribonucleic acid that we are talking about. It is just meaning less words with a combination of vowels and consonants called 'names'. Let's talk about Cinderella dancing later. Let's evolve and roar. Let the chips may fall where they may.
Your Loving Martinet,
The Evil Overlord
What's in a name? - The Notebook version
Monday, March 18, 2013
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