Thursday, April 24, 2008

Ignorance

அங்கும் இங்கும்
தாவி ஓடி
தொங்கி குதித்து
அதில் வரும்
சிற்றின்பத்தில் இன்புற்று
இவை இயலா
மற்றவைகளைக்காட்டிலும்
இன்புற்று இருப்பதாய்
நினைதுக்கொண்டதாம்
சுதந்திரப்பறவைகள்
பற்றி அறியா
கூண்டில் சிறைகொண்ட
குரங்கு.

Music

If you knew me, it wouldn't be a surprise that I idolize A.R.Rahman. One of the often repeated characteristics I keep repeating about his music is the multiple layers, intricately woven in perfection... that most of the times you listen to the same song, you get to catch a new instrument or sound that would have remained hidden for years to surface.. I should take one song as an example and write in detail about the layers my ear could perceive... In many ways, listening to the songs with a single pointed focus on just listening is a meditative experience in one way for me.

Well, I happened to listen to one of my favorite tracks from Mr.Romeo called "Thanneerai kaadhalikkum meengala illai"... Most of you should be familiar with it. Here it is...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=odGzSyKN8OU

Listen from 00:05 to 00:15. There is a synthetic sound in the background. For all these years I enjoyed it as a new sound. It was only two days back when I happened to listen to the song in a new Zune player, thanks to my roomie, that I knew what that sound was.

Highlight here to know the answer: It is basically the first two lines of the song, synthesized electronically to sound that way.

It was an OMG experience...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Hmmm

Came across this during some random browsing today...
http://www.bharatadesam.com/people/ramana_maharshi.php

At the end of reading it, tears were uncontrollably flowing... reasons... I don't know... This is not the first time this kind of a thing is happening... There is something fundamentally within that is responding but the mind is unable to decipher it... but that's fine... I don't want it to either...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Space

It's the space...
That makes all the difference...
It's the space...
That makes ayogi a yogi...

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Friday, April 11, 2008

Eye and I

Like the Eye
That can see everything
But itself...
So am I.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Climax

What does it matter,
Where we stood in the race...
What does it matter,
What accolades we won...
What does it matter,
How much wealth we amassed...
What does it matter,
Who we won over...
What does it matter at all...
The love, the hate, the envy...
The win, the loss, the pain...
How does any of the above matter at all,
When it is time to leave...

Sunday, April 06, 2008

The fool's day

For the April 1, was surprised that there was no deluge of April fool mails this time in my inbox...

Is it coz of the realisation that each one is indeed fooling himself every day, one way or the other, just as I am...

Mr.mean.

Written in everything,
From sub-atomic to the vast void...

Missing the obvious
Gloats in pride
Of its' useless creations
The mean me...

Friday, April 04, 2008

Flight

She: Come let's fly.
He: Won't it be cold out there. Can I carry my nest along?
She: Come let's fly.
He: I've always wanted a nest like this. Can I carry my nest along?
She: Come let's fly.
He: Ok. One last night in the nest. Tomorrow we shall fly...

Lovers

Embrace of the lovers two,
Warmth of the lovers two,
Light of the lovers two,
Grace of the lovers two...

That's all is needed...every moment...
Every moment shall pass by...
Lost in them,
Shall I, live life...

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

...

Strange words...
From unexpected people...
Laughed it off, playfully...

Same words,
Recollection in Presence,
Seems to reveal the whole picture ahead...

Is it plain imagination?
Or is it Nature's communication?
Know I not...
Time shall answer...

Haha...

It dawned yesterday, as I was sitting with the wise man...

Haha!

I picked up a few pieces of wood from here and there, built a foundation, lived in it for quite some time. Now I was trying to build a mansion on top of that. The weakness of the foundation, which isn't apparent having lived in it for so long, when it comes to realisation...

Haha!

Whatever science tells me, is also a piece of wood. Whatever mythology tells me is also a piece wood. Whatever anyone tells me, is also a piece of wood. When one picked up what to build a foundation for himself is different and hence the varied foundations. But whatever it is, it is still a weak foundation. The little craps of wood can't support the mansion.

No more wood picking. I can see a mansion near by. The wise man there has given the tools to build my mansion.

Haha!