REALITY

We behold,
the moon,
that romantically
engulfs the earth
with cool rays.

we savour ,
the breeze ...
that carries
the sweet fragrance,
of flowers and memories.

we stand
enchanted ,
in the waves
that wash
our feet ....
murmuring a mystery.

we drench
in the rain,
that evokes
a yearning
so strong ......

And at last...
we close our eyes,
snuggling to each other..
though
we are,
only where we are ........
MILES AND MILES APART.

can we for ever?

we saw,we knew;
we talked,we reached;
can we for ever?

we shared,we cared;
we cried ,we smiled;
can we for ever?

we planned,we won;
we sang,we danced;
can we for ever?

we drove,we swam;
we dreamt,we drank;
can we for ever?

we touched,we kissed;
we loved,we lived;
can we for ever?

we wept,we left.
we think,we wish......
we can for ever!

MY FRIEND

FINALLY I CONCEDED,
AND RESOLVED ...
TO WALK; A PATH ....
LONELY ,DRAB, AND VACUOUS;
THE MILLSTONE DRIVING ME.

EN ROUTE
I CHANCED UPON ...THIS BEAM,
COOL AND CLASSY,
WITH A RAY OF CONCERN.

SPRANG FROM IT MY COLOURS OF LIFE
MY PATH NO MORE BLEAK
NOW A PHENOMENON,A SPECTRUM
OF VIVID COLOURS ;
PAINTED WITH EASE,
OF WIT AND CHARM
OF CARE AND TRUST.

I FONDLY LOOK AT IT,
AS IT HAS MADE MY WORLD SPECTACULAR.
TOMORROW ,I ENVISAGE ,
THAT THE BEAM I ALIGHTED UPON,
MIGHT BE A DEW.
AND MAY EVANESCE.

BUT THE COLOURS IT ETCHED,
WOULD LINGER ETERNALLY !!!
CLASPING THEM TO MY HEART
I WOULD WALK IN A PATH.....
VIVID,CHEERFUL AND CONTENTED.

an easy and lip smacking snack for singles

Ingredients:

1.ROASTED GROUND NUTS

2.POHA (CALLED AVUL IN TAMIL)

3.ROASTED CASHEW NUTS.

4.SAGO(JAVVARASI--BIG SIZE)

5.ROASTED AND BROKEN CHICK PEAS(POTTUKADALAI)

6.CURRY LEAVES TWO SPRIGS

7.ASAFOTIDA POWDER

8.CHILLY POWDER.

9.SUGAR.

10.SALT TO TASTE.

11.OIL FOR FRYING.

METHOD
Heat oil in a pan.deep fry poha .set aside in a tissue to drain excess oil.fry chickpeas and sago and finally the curry leaves.set aside Add to this the peanuts,cashews salt chilly powder sugar and mix witha wooden spoon. voila .u have a wonderful snack for ur rainy evenings.

The speciality of this snack is the sago which when fried expands to beautiful round balls which tastes yummy.enjoy and let me know .

PLANT LOVER EH??

Saturdays i weed my garden.Mechanically i set about the work till i reached this small plant.music in my ears ,cool breeze around ,pulling out the unwanted plants was not a very tedious task.Though i never enjoyed, it was really called for.
when i came to this plant i stopped short.i had seen this plant as a sapling ;i let it grow because i thought it must be a zinea but later it proved to be a wild weed;now almost fully grown the plant stood waving in the breeze sporting tiny violet flowers,and i call it a weed and was about to pull it away from the soil and dump it in garbage.
I reflected am i a plant lover ?a true plant lover?if i were one i should love this plant too.Its a shame i loved plants that were beautiful,and claimed myself to be one.Though a part of gardening calls for weeding and i can imagine how my garden would overflow with unwanted plants if i do not pull them out,i think i must stop calling myself a lover of plants.well i never plucked that plant and it is still there smiling .
I remember at this juncture that mrs maneka gandhi had once said that she was against removing the cobwebs -the abode of spiders .A true blue cross person would agree.but is it practical??i have umpty number of views to support but am not a true herbophile.The reality stings but i have to accept it and i do with all humility.

HI AM BACK

HI ALL,
IF ANY ONE IS READING THIS BLOG ,I AM BACK AGAIN.BEEN TRAVELLING AND OBSERVING,YES OBSERVANCE IS THE CORRECT WORD.YOU TRAVEL AND IT MAKES U WONDER WHAT A TINY SPECK OF ENTITY U ARE IN THIS UNIVERSE.
YA ALL OF US DO LOVE TO TRAVEL BUT SOMETIMES WE FORGET TO KEEP OUR EYES OPEN.I HAD ONCE ASKED MY JOURNALIST FRIEND IF HE EVER STOPPED TO THINK AS A WRITER: A SIMPLE "LOL" WAS THE ANSWER .
BUT NOW TRAVELING WAS A NEW EXPERIENCE TO ME .I KEPT THINKING WHAT I COULD INCLUDE IN MY BLOG (((THOUGH THERE ARE ONLY A FEW COMPELLED READERS )))AND MY PERSPECTIVE CHANGED.
MY VIEW WAS DIFFERENT AND I LEARNED MORE AND I STARTED KNOWING ME MORE.
I USED TO CONTEMPLATE, THAT MY BLOGS LOOK LIKE SILLY PAGES IN A DIARY!BUT THERE ARE GOOD WRITERS AND GOOD BLOGS WHICH COMMENT ON UNIVERSAL HAPPENINGS ET ALL,I DECIDED TO HAVE A SMALL DIAMETER.
EVERY DAY OF MY TRAVEL MADE ME REALISE THAT I AM JUST A DOT AND HOW WE SPEND OUR TIME IN VENGENCE AND LAMENTATIONS ALONE .IT OPENED MY EYES AND VOILA HERE IS A NEW ME.
ALL OF US DO GET THIS FEELING MANY TIMES IN OUR LIFE .BUT ITS IS THE PERSEVERANCE THAT MATTERS.I WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE ON THE SAME PATH AND LETS SEE.
WELL! THE RULE IS ""DECLARE TO THE WORLD IF U WANT TO STICK TO YOUR PRINCIPLES"" AND I HAVE DONE THAT MUCH.
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED I FLY AND FLY.

PLANTS MY FRIENDS

Plants !what can they do to us other than providing our daily veggies and flowers and helping the universe in green house effect??

Normally many of us never give a second thought to pause and admire a shoe flower.too fast a world and too techie drived we are ,satisfied with a waxy plastic flower, looking as good as original,fresh for generations.

But there do exist people like me who talk to and pamper plants.Sounds silly??No ! plants soothe our mind ;they have a way to talk to us ,respond and of course they do have life.

I can associate the way the plants bloom with my mood.the more i talk to them the more they seem to bloom and here is one hibiscus which always has a flower for me near the window sill greeting me every morning.

The other day i was so engrossed in a problem and too worried and was really

convinced that nothing could cheer me up;my legs took me to the garden by practise and there was this yellow rose in all its glory and my woes melted away looking at the beauty.this brought me even closer to my plants.love begets love ;and its true with plants too.

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SILENCE

(was just wondering)
What is silence?
absence of sound?
silence !!!
Is it related with peace ??
silence !!!
Does it talk about a still mind??
silence !!!
Why do we need it??
silence!!!
what it does to us??
sound!!!
Is that not energy??
sound !!!
Is that not power??
sound !!!
Is that not life???
but silence in sound !!!
Is what a mind needs .
peace prevails
when sound and silence
coexist
when the mind looks
Through and above sound
And detects a silence
there exists bliss.!!
the eternity
of sound
hand in hand with silence.!!!

பலாப்பழ பாயசம்

சித்திரை வந்தாலே காற்றில் பலா மணம்.இந்த புத்தாண்டைபலாப்பழ பாயசத்துடன் வரவேற்போம்.

தேவையான பொருட்கள்
பலாச்சுளைகள் 10
நெய் சிறிதளவு
வெல்லம் 100 கிராம்
பால் 1/2 லி
முந்திரி திராட்சை

செய்முறை

1.பாலை நன்கு சுண்ட காய்ச்சவும்.
2.பலாச்சுளைகளை நெய்யில் வதக்கி லேசாகஅறைத்துக்கொள்ளவும்
3.வாணலியில் வெல்லம் கரையும் அளவு நீர் விட்டு கரைந்த பின் வடிகட்டி மேலும் சிறிது நீர் விட்டு கொஞ்சம் கொதித்த பின் பலாசுளைகளைச் சேர்த்து கலக்கவும்.
4.சேர்ந்து வந்ததும் காய்ச்சிய பால் சேர்த்து,ஏலம் முந்திரி திராட்ச்சை சேர்த்து பருகவும்.
இனிப்பான வருடம் ஆரம்பிக்கட்டும்.

oo pink i love thee

Colour colour what colour is a game we used to play in our childhood. In retrospect i realise it had been always pink for me;and is still so.
OO!! how do i love pink.i know i have quite a number of people who would second me.God created pink to make this world more beautiful.
Pink is for connosieurs;pink is for lovers;pink is for romatic hearts;pink is for bliss;and pink for all who love to live.
If any one would ask what can colour do??ask me .OO how my heart jumps as i encounter anything with that hue.
I can never be tired of buying pink dresses ;i feel all of them are made for me.
Can any one deny the refreshing taste of rose milk?? the goodness of milk in god sent hue?
Rose is a flower that God made as a gift to Godess;and the flower speaks volumes of beauty.
However upset u are, just grab a pink dress and drape around ;add a dash of pink to your cheeks and lips and voila here u are buoyant again.
Pink makes me forget my woes.It makes me float in the world of bliss,and its pink i love to wear on special occasions.
Every time i see a tiny weeny pink flower in a grass, i stop to thank God for making this world so beautiful with his lovely,generous supply of my favourite colour.
OO pink i do love thee,and do stay with me and around me and make this earth a worthier place to live.

விழித்திடாதே மனமே

எழுதுகோலை எடுக்கும் போதெல்லாம்

எண்ணங்களின் அலைகள்

எண்ணியதெல்லாம் சொல்ல

எண்ணம் தான் விடுமோ???

மனதின் அலைகளைமறைப்பது எங்கணம்??

மனதே நீ ஒரு தாழ்பாள் தா

மனதை மனதால் பூட்டி வைக்கிறேன்

மனிதம் மறந்த நெஞ்சங்களுக்கு

மனதின் ஓசை எதற்கு ??

மனதே நான் உனை வெல்ல

கொஞ்சம் மனது தான் வையேன் மெல்ல.

மனது கிடந்து தவிக்கிறது

இந்த மனதை வெற்றி கொள்ள

மனதே நான் உனை வெல்வேன்

மனித நேயம் கொன்று அல்ல

மனச்சங்கிலியால் பூட்டி

மனச்சிறையில் அடைத்து

மனதே உனை மறைத்து விட்டேன்

மறந்தும் நீ விழித்திடாதே !!!

sunshine

I rise with hope in my eyes;

some where do i see a ray ;

i grope

to reach it.

A smile lingers;

the heart swells as i think

there might be a morrow.

The ray reaches;

The sweet heatfilling up my soul;

I stand transfixed,

watching me soar

I dream ,i will,I aspire;

one step i venture to take ,

I may not reach the sun

but might bask in it.

The sweet expectationsof a sunny world,

gives me strength;

And towards it i march

'coz i decide to win.

எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்லை

வரிசை மாறாமல் போவதில்

ஒழுக்கதின் உதாரணம்

ஆகையால் எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்லை

ஒன்றிறக்க மற்றவை தவிப்பதில்

அன்புக்குதாரணம்

எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்லை

பலமடங்கு எடை சுமப்பதில்

பலத்தின் உதாரணம்

எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்

ஓய்வின்றி உழைப்பதில்

சுறுசுறுப்பின் அடையாளம்

எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்லை

மழைக்காக சேமிப்பதில்

முன்னெச்சரிக்கையின் சின்னம்

எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதில்லை

முன்னேறத் துடிப்பதில்

முயற்சியின் இலக்கணம்

ஆக எறும்புகளைக் கொல்வதிலை

இத்தனை இருந்த போதும்

காதல் வாழ்வு உள்ளதா ??

அது அறிய நிச்சயம்

எறும்புகளை கொல்லமாட்டேன்

அம்மா
எங்கெல்லாம் தேடுவேன்??
உனை எப்படியெல்லாம் தேடுவேன்??
என்று தான் நிறுத்துவேன்
காண்பதில்லெல்லாம் உனை தேடுவதை???
எனக்கே எனக்கென
நாளெல்லாம் மலரும் செம்பருத்தியா?
பள்ளிக்கு செல்லும் போது
கூடப் பறக்கும் பட்டாம்பூச்சியா??
மதியம் என் உணவை
பகிற வரும் கருங்காக்கையா??
காலாற நடக்கும் சமயம்
காலையே தொடரும் நாய் குட்டியா?
ஜன்னலை திறக்கும் போதெல்லாம்
எட்டிப் பார்க்கும் சிட்டுக்குருவியா??
மேட்டுவளை நோக்கி சிந்தித்திருக்கும் சமயம்
சகுன சத்தமிடும் பல்லிக்கூட்டத்திலா??
அம்மா!!என கால் அடி பட்டு கதறுங்கால்
ஐயோ!!! என பதறும் மூதாட்டியா??
அன்பைக் காணும் போதெல்லாம்
அம்மா உனைக் காண்கிறேன்!!!
என் மகளாய் பிறக்க
இப் பிறவியில் இயலாதெனில்
அடுத்த வீட்டுக்குழந்தையாகவாவது வா
என் மடியில் அமர்ந்து கொஞ்ச!!!!!!

ALONE I STAND
WILD AS A WILD FLOWER
GROPING FOR THE HANDS
THAT I CLAIMED TO BE MINE

MY EYES NEVER STOP
SEARCHING FOR THE FOOT STEPS
WE MADE ON THE SAND
THAT THE WIND HAS EATEN AWAY

THE AIR IS FILLED
WITH THE SWEET SMELL
OF BLOOMING BUDS
FROM THE PLANTS U BROUGHT ME

AS A WAVE PLAYS AT THE SHORE
I STARE ;MIND TURBULANT AS THE SEA
A CHILD RUNS BEHIND A KITE
AND I WISH IT WERE ME

AS TWO FLYING BIRDS
THAT NEVER LEAVE THEIR TRAIL
SO DID WE FLY
THE MEMORY REMAINS AND NOT THE TRAILS!!

aging!!!!!!!!!!!

Ageing!!!! are we not all scared of it ??look at the various products on sale and the way people try to hide the sign of aging!!
Gone are the days when age was a symbol of intelegence, wisdom ,and experience .All oldpersons were supposed to be mr/mrs know all
Now it is the rule of youth or thats what the middle aged people think!!!.they want to beat youngsters with their looks,style, thinking and what not?
.Aging!!!! is it a crime??i would love to become an old woman happily .just think about MS amma ,how she overpowered in her later years!!!!(was more in her youth)
More than women, men are scared of aging .i wonder has any one not told them that salt and pepper is the most favourite hair colour, and aging makes them look wiser!!!!! (god save for writing this).

so here am i

well .now all our thoughts could be made public .its been my dream to blog and pronto here i am .
Always love to read and share what i read .Am just reading this novel by salma 'erandam jamangalin kathai' .To know about a community is very fine ,and it shows our rich culture.been dreaming, towrite about deekshidars of chidambaram .only a few families ;and the customs and travails they face and how commercial everything has become.
If bloging is just musings of a roaming mind nothing would be coherent .i think i must learn to categorise and then publish .well lemme stop with this and just pen a few verses .god save all.