Monday, December 31, 2012

No, I don't have a resolution.

Dec 31st, and I haven't penned down my New Year resolution. No time, and seriously I don't even know that Christmas is over.

I feel weird. My intuition keep stressing that I'm matured ( I doubt myself) and face the reality; you ain't gonna follow any of your resolutions. So, just follow the flow, He had been with you and will always guide you. Be yourself and change your bad habits. That's it.

Seriously, I need to find a lock for my mouth. The moment they piss me off, I couldn't control my tongue. Next thing I know, I'll be regretting over what I've uttered. Shame on me.

Aiming to finish my studies. I will!!! I will finish my studies. Finish it asap, without any distractions.

When I'm finished, I'll leave that place. I will never look back or miss my master studies. I've gone through too much. Maybe compared to others, it's just a very small scale but to me, it's unbearable.Well, the education didn't impact me, some emotional-malfunction-mental-torture-depression-tears-reality-unpredictable- life-shit-happens led me to this situation.

I'll land on a job. Right now, I don't bother what job is it. Just that, as long as I could save money, get some leave on mid-Dec. I'll be the most happiest lady!!. What happiness can one get if not seeing Him on Margazhi; in His home in Sriranggam? I can imagine getting goosebumps and teary if I see Him on Margazhi.

I need to read. I need to polish my language. A lot. Right now, I engage my time with novels,but a lazy pig don't search for meanings when do not know the meaning. I just assume the meaning all the

Finally, as I've said before. The heart is very evil. And it can't stand firm on a decision. Damn the heart. One day, the heart says ' Ignore it, just live your life, God knows'. The next day, it'll say 'you shouldn't have done that'..And the next day 'oh, we made a mistake, I think you should cry,you'll feel better'.

Kill the heart. A blissful life will be yours.

(sigh, If only heart can be killed---oh my, I just get it. you know what, God simply give the heart the utmost function :to pump oxygen. He knows if emotional thing were felt somewhere on arms, legs, thighs, people can just cut or amputate and throw away if it's depressing them. By feeling in the heart, you can't kill the heart, you will eventually die) get the meaning, heartbroken=die walaoweh...

This what happens when I do not write points before blogging, I keep blabbering all the time and run out of the topic.

That's all for 31st Dec. See you next year!!

Sunday, December 30, 2012


 I couldn't stop laughing reading this and yes, I had nothing to do :P

 I don't know who is that guy but they claim he is a designer. He design clothes for celebrities.

Have a good Sunday !!!!

Saturday, December 29, 2012


NEW DELHI/SINGAPORE (Reuters) - A woman whose gang rape sparked protests and a national debate about violence against women in India died of her injuries on Saturday, prompting a security lockdown in New Delhi and an acknowledgement fromIndia's prime minister that social change is needed.
The six suspects held in connection with the December 16 attack on the 23-year-old medical student on a New Delhi bus were charged with murder following her death, police said. The maximum penalty for murder is death.
"She was courageous in fighting for her life for so long against the odds but the trauma to her body was too severe for her to overcome," Kelvin Loh, chief executive officer of the Mount Elizabeth Hospital in Singapore said in a statement announcing her death from multiple organ failure.
The attack has put gender issues centre stage in Indian politics arguably for the first time. Issues such as rape, dowry-related deaths and female infanticide have rarely entered mainstream political discourse.
Analysts say the death of the woman dubbed "Amanat", an Urdu word meaning "treasure," by some media could change that, although it is too early to say whether the protesters calling for governmentaction to better safeguard women can sustain their momentum through to national elections due in 2014.

A devastating news. Bet this news have been screaming loudly on every nation's headlines for more than a week.

Rape takes place everywhere across the world, be it America or India. Difference: In America, the educated rapes, in India, the uneducated rapes. It happens all the time, but we don't hear them because many fear of their dignity.
News of Daamini went viral on the net. I was astounded with the rape statistics shown. Goodness, have I been blind and deaf?

A death penalty can never teach people about rape.  Just a death penalty?
Few secs of torture..that can never equal to 3 weeks of severe mental and physical torture/abuse Daamini went through.

Well, I will not talk about the nightmare she went through. I tried imagine how would she felt at that moment, that second. And I was happily enjoying my dinner every minute when she was struggling for her life there. It is inconceivable that they actually insert a rusted rod iron, and throwing her off from a moving bus.  Don't call them animals, please. Animal have hearts, they don't.

Why do people rape? To fulfill their desire, lust? What about inserting items, hurting physically? Is it considered as desert after rape? I'm not making fun, but that medical student could have survived and live her dreams if she wasn't tortured like that.

Mahatma Gandhi once said "the day a woman can walk freely on the roads, that day we can say that India achieved independence". Gandhiji spoke the truth.

When will we bid adieu to women abuse?

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Adoption Drive, a cure for gloomy heart

Are you ready to hear me blabbering?

Here I am, like a couch potato, facing my laptop. Back from Adoption Drive, (can you believe, I caught a dog which tried to run away. It has been ages I ran so fast. That big muscular dog, the lovely Bhairavi don't like to stay there..hrmmm), spent time in Straits Quay (well, just 2 days for Christmas, these are places you can get best shots of humongous Christmas tree).

A hectic day, indeed; well that's good if you are trying to get away from some awful problems. But, why is that when you reach home, those thing seeps into your mind again? Isn't that home where your loved ones would be there to ward off those feelings?

Yes, there are there, they will always be there. It's just that you don't feel like sharing with them.Why the heart do not open up to closed ones?

Ah, that's a hard question.
Maybe I don't have the guts to share with them.

But, there is always one place I find solitude and peace. First room, far right corner. Instantly, He'll come and remind me ' You know why you feel sorrow? Because you forget about me, totally'.
And I feel bad about it. I've forgotten Him. How could I?

He has his own ways to console me. And I know my problem is solved. Well, not really but the impact is reduced a little. :)

What happened at the Adoption Drive?
I found that there are actually many kind hearted people. Few cute puppies have been adopted, and donations were a lot!! A lot!! cookies and pet items were sold to raise fund. They even had pets photo frames, looking so classic!
We packed up joyfully at 4pm, feeling satisfied. A few of them sell cupcakes and dog items to raise fund.
Finishing that, we straight headed to Straits Quay. We ordered for 3 coffees in Starbucks, and we get 4. A mistake.  Yee-haw!!!

Oh, sorry, but I can't tell more. I'm feeling very sleepy now.. Nights....

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Old movies are good, sometimes.

Recently, I've been watching lotsa old movies. That's not a symptom showing you are getting older. Well, what you expect when the tv programmes are like that?  When I see the names in black and white and some scratches here and there; OhhhMyyy Godddd, they screwed my Saturday morning!! But after 15mins, I will be enjoying the movie (let us skip the funny dances and weird fights chapter). 

But, here is one of the movies which I've watched few times, yet not getting tired. Listen to these devotional song. Btw, It's a mantra. Same mantra that Kamal Hassan chanted in the new Dasavathaaram.( I bet you'll listen to it now!)

At times, I wonder from where they get such a handsome man to play Vishnu role. or is it the make up?

`Sonnalum kaeddalum, Suvai ootum Naamam'

The divinity of these songs,one can definitely find peace and solitude..
A 1960/70s movie, potrays the ten avatars of Vishnu, Dasavatharam. Color movie A must watch!!  I wouldn't say it's the best movie, but it's the easiest way for you to understanding on Perumal's ten avatharams. But then again, Its just a movie, you can't rely on it. As starting from Parasurama's avatar , the lack of adequate info makes you don't really understand why did He become that, why He become this. Lengthy story, more time, I guess.

By the way, I do adore 'Aval Oru Thodarkathai' a black and white  movie :P

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Teary eyes

With dainty hand
wiping off 
crystal clear cloud 
absconded to
moisten my cheeks

It's conspicuous
glistening eyelashes
dark black kohl smeared concavely
under the eye bag
melancholy mood swirls in the air

a new set of cloud  brimmed the eyes
yearn to warm my cheeks

each drops, 
unravel the truth
loosing knots
of all misapprehensions.
exploring depths of myself
freed myself 
inch by inch, 
from the appaling sorrow.
Cleansed my soul.
With each drops
burdens lifted
feeling  feathery.

the only curable answer
for intangible pains.

Monday, December 17, 2012

I gulped those memories :D

sunny day
Searching solitude.

Big oak branching out
shadowing wooden bench
Sitting quietly 
releasing big sigh
and the delectable memories
start building images
like a slow motion montage

Eyes closed.
re-living those moments again 
those moments, 
those feelings,
warms the heart 
veering to present 
sharp pang struck
leaving intangible pain

you opened your eyes
shooing the images 
the indelible images 
to face the  reality

Murmuring to self
I will make through it..

A duff advice to self on that sunny day

(seriously,  i was kinda drunk while typing the title, so irrelevant) 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

I survived..

Sit, relax yourself
Empty your mind
Inhale deeply
Cry your heart out
You feel calm now
mind searches the problem
that bugging you
Digging everything from yesteryear
All the memories resurfacing
from the dormant section of brain

Cry more, louder this this time
Stop. Breathe and think
Think of everything and everyone that hurts you.
Cry again.
Let your emotion out.

Don't make any decisions
Cry for the last time, until you sleep.

Begin the day like a new leaf
Indulge in

neither past nor memory.

tell yourself

This is not the end.
Hold on, God will never let you down.
Keep going
It's just one of the day, where 'S**t Happens' 
Perhaps Him reminding you of His existence
That you forgot
being swept away into materialistic world.

Quell your feelings
It will never heal, but makes
the wound bigger.

Never look back.
Instead, cry.

You won't die,
but you will survive the treacherous moment.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Where do you see yourself in ten years time?

Where do you see yourself in ten years time?

A friend of mine asked this Q in her status. Like a magnet, it pulled me and I read the entire lengthy post.
It's a simple question which I do not have a definite answer. No, I can't even answer. I don't see my future. Whenever I think of this, I can see only blank. Nothing.
Nevertheless, I agree to her answer, I  leave it to God to carve the right path for me. He knows best.

I'm aimless, low motivation, low inspiration. that what I feel sometimes.
But I'm changing, for a good cause, obviously. I'm a forever student, learning everyday new things on life.

And I've made a habit to ask me this question, I may not see my future, but by this I can motivate myself.

I'm writing this so that whenever I drop by my blog, I will get motivated on my own. :)

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Oh, Canada

Hand in hand,
walking lazily,
grains of sand
clutching to our toes

series of laughter ringing in the air
crabs of Winnipeg beach kept us company.

Stephen Avenue, we both enjoy
coffee dates,
lemon meringue pie-my favorite
cheesecake and brownies-yours?
long chat
coffee gone tepid

comes Sunday
Assiniboine Park
on a sunny afternoon.
Lotsa laughter,-
and little fights

Time spent with you

Unimaginably beautiful, unexplainably magical

Those moments
when we were in love,
in love.

where our love blossomed

Friday, November 16, 2012

I'm craving for sarees!!


I get a chance to meet Bombay Jayshree, I will ask her these questions:

How come you don't look like typical South Indian?You look like Indian diaspora.

And the most important question would be

 Seriously, maam, where you buy all your sarees? I just can't take my eyes off your sarees collection

Don't laugh at me. And I'm not insane. Just have a look at all these.

I can see three diff colors

Look at the broad unique border

vibrant color!


reminds me of vtv saree. a patthu version, nt cotton.

own the same pattern in green :)

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Its not about Vadivelu's comedy this time

I ain't a fan of Vadivelu. perhaps a fan of his voice. A husky voice. Rarely people blessed with such voice.

His singings do not awaken some spirituality like what Aruna Sairam or Nithyashree do magically, but sometimes you need a variety, right?

 Ah, I just crapped!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Just, a thought.

This song was played on my friend's wedding. You know the feel, when you can recognise the tune but unable to remember the song, that irritating moment. I tried really hard to remember the song finally, pheww.. I found it when this line was played with Naataswaram. I remember the line vividly for the deep meaning that it has :

Kaarkaalam Mazhaikum pothu Olinthukolla Nee Vendum
Thaavani Kudai Pidipaayaa.....
Anbe Naan Uranga Vaendum Azhagaana Idam Vendum
Kangalil Idam Kodupaayaa
Nee Ènnarugil Vanthu Neliya Naan Un Manathil senru Oliya
Nee Un Manathil Èn uruvam Kandu pidipaayaa

Nedungaalam Sippikkulle Urundu Nirkum Muthupol
En Penmai Thirandu Nirkirathey
Thirakaatha Sippi Ennai Thiranthukolla Solgirathaa
En Nenjam Marundu Nirkirathey
Naan Siru Kuzhanthai Enru Ninaithaen Un Varugaiyinaal Vayatharindaen
Ènnai Marupadiyum Siru Pillaiyaay Sey vaayaa
Katilidum Vayathil Thotilida Sonnaal Šariyaa Šariyaa 
Katilil Iruvarum Kuzhandaigal Aanaal Pizhaiyaa Pizhaiyaa

It may sound dirty, but if you love arts, it's poetry. The beauty of humankind :D
Perfectly depicts relations between husband and wife, I assume.

(I'm over-exaggerating)

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Happy Married Life!

 your reaction would have been : Dei, adapavinggela, yen manatheh vangguno'ne plan pannithingela??

There are few things that you label as shocking news; one of it is your friend's wedding. That's shocking! That's when you hear the time ticking, and people around you start questioning; 'so Revathy, when yours? Have you found or arranged marriage?' Some oldies will even give advice,' You're too tall, where your mother gonna get you a mappilai for your height? better find on your own, you now study tertiary, will meet  educated guys, get one.' At first, I was stunned, older generation as usual will try to uphold the culture, yet these people say such things, but then again, I realized. We change according to the time.

(See, I always get diverted from the topic; my weakness)

After years going for marriages with my parents, first time ever going alone with friends for a friend's wedding
I always joke about her, but deep inside I felt extremely happy for her. ( I love her, but never knew it was quite deep. Another close friend who anti her say bad thing about her when I text her about the marriage. I ignored her.)

It was like a dream. Just yesterday, we were sitting together in the class, making fun of each other, acting so so so childishly, chasing each other in classroom (we were 18 then, in upper six, can you believe? even worse,we chased a male friend!) and now she is there, on the aisle.

We were standing at a corner. The wedding was far different from normal Indian family. She was surrounded with family members. The moment I caught a glimpse of her, my eyes were watery. I  know, it sounds funny. I felt as though she is leaving somewhere far away. And changed to someone different, more matured;more womanly. The only flashback that kept running on my mind was when she was sitting beside me in form 6. I miss her.

She looked calm, and was sweating. As she looked upon the guest, she saw me and my friend after three years. With a wide grin, she waved at us! still the very same girl that I know!
A bride should be shy, facing down, keep a strict face, normally. But, SHE! hahahahaha!

I came to know her in Form 3, we weren't so close. And we became classmates in Form 4. A year later, we sat together as my partner went to a different class. All the time I know, she was the competitive and smart student. Very focused and strict. Hardly laughs and very quiet. We do talk but not too deep on personal matters. She went to army training (PLKN). I went after that to the same training at the same place! She helped me, called me and give me tips about the camp. In the dormitory, as I sat sadly on my new bed, I saw her name. On the cupboard, the very next bed. I felt glad! We meet during holidays. We went to Form 6. She reserved a place for me as my training ended late. The feel you get when someone cares about you.

That's when I saw the real her. Funny, lovable, optimism, sense-of-humour. We make fun of her, but everyone like her. We mix with everyone, life was a joy. Together with her twin brothers, we had fun. A LOT!
We became librarian, we anti the same person, we became friends with teachers. We go out on her bike. We join the same society. We were in the same team in Bio lab. Catch butterflies together, pluck leaves together. It was all like almost yesterday.
( At times, I think we shouldn't grow up. It really suffocates us, teaching us many things that actually hurting)

And now, today, she has opened to carve a beautiful everlasting chapter in her life. The chapter that will grow broad as time passes. The chapter that will teach new meaning of life, for her to look in a different perspective. May the newly wed couple be blessed forever. May she be surrounded with happiness with her beloved ones.


Saturday, October 13, 2012


Narayana, how one can forget You after seeing this picture? How can one not attain peace after seeing You?

Saanthakaaram Bujaka Sayanam
Pathmanaabam Suresam
Visvaathaaram Kakanasathrusam
Mekavarnam Subangam
Lakshmikaantham Kamalanayanam
Yogikihruth Thyaanakamyam
Vantheh Vishnum Bhavabayaharam
Sarvalokaika Naatham

~Today marks the last Purattasi Sani for the year 2012~
Pic courtesy of Temples of India :)

Monday, October 1, 2012

நினைக்க தெரிந்த மனமே

நினைக்க தெரிந்த மனமே, உனக்கு மறக்க தெரியாதா?
பழகத் தெரிந்த உயிரே, உனக்கு விலக தெரியாதா?
மயங்கத் தெரிந்த கண்ணே, உனக்கு உறங்கத் தெரியாதா?
மலரத் தெரிந்த அன்பே, உனக்கு மறையத் தெரியாதா?
எடுக்கத் தெரிந்த கரமே, உனக்கு கொடுக்க தெரியாதா?
இனிக்கத் தெரிந்த தமிழே, உனக்கு கசக்க தெரியாதா?
படிக்கத் தெரிந்த இதழே, உனக்கு முடிக்க தெரியாதா?
படரத்  தெரிந்த பனியே, உனக்கு மறையத் தெரியாதா?
கொதிக்கத் தெரிந்த நிலவே, உனக்கு குளிர தெரியாதா?
குளிரும் தென்றல் காற்றே, உனக்குப்  பிரிக்கத் தெரியாதா?
பிரிக்கத் தெரிந்த இறைவா, உனக்கு இணைக்கத் தெரியாதா?
இணையத் தெரிந்த தலைவா, உனக்கு என்னைப் புரியாதா?


Came across this poem, by a well known poet. Has a very deep meaning.

நினைக்க தெரிந்த மனமேஉனக்கு மறக்க தெரியாதா?
Oh, the heart that knows to remember thy , don't thy know to forget?
பழகத் தெரிந்த உயிரேஉனக்கு விலக தெரியாதா?
the soul that knows to mingle, don't thy know to avoid/distant yourself?
மயங்கத் தெரிந்த கண்ணேஉனக்கு உறங்கத் தெரியாதா?
the eyes that knows to fall for seduction, don't thy know to sleep?
மலரத் தெரிந்த அன்பே, உனக்கு மறையத் தெரியாதா?
oh, the love that knows to blossom, don't thy know to slip away?
எடுக்கத் தெரிந்த கரமே, உனக்கு கொடுக்க தெரியாதா?
the hand that knows to receive/take , don't you known to give?
இனிக்கத் தெரிந்த தமிழேஉனக்கு கசக்க தெரியாதா?
Tamizh that knows to be sweet, don't you know to taste bitter? ( Tamizh is regarded as a beautiful language. Here, I believe the poet calls his sweetheart as Tamizh-beautiful. Don't the sweet sweetheart knows how to be bitter and hurt people?-maybe by being bitter, he can hate her :) )

படிக்கத் தெரிந்த இதழேஉனக்கு முடிக்க தெரியாதா?
the tongue that knows to read, don't you know to finish- I've no idea....
படரத்  தெரிந்த பனியேஉனக்கு மறையத் தெரியாதா?
the snow that known to spread everywhere, don't thy know to hide? 
கொதிக்கத் தெரிந்த நிலவேஉனக்கு குளிர தெரியாதா?
the boiling moon, don't thy know to cool? (the warm moon, maybe due to its golden yellow color, the poet asking his fury sweetheart to be cool/gentle)-I think so.
குளிரும் தென்றல் காற்றேஉனக்குப்  பிரிக்கத் தெரியாதா?
cold breeze air, don't thy know to separate- here, usually wind breeze will be cool and soothing-you can't separate them
பிரிக்கத் தெரிந்த இறைவாஉனக்கு இணைக்கத் தெரியாதா?
the Lord who knows to separate, don't Thy know to unite us?
இணையத் தெரிந்த தலைவாஉனக்கு என்னைப் புரியாதா?
Oh, the man who knows to unite, don't thy understand me?

I've tried to interpret with my very very little Tamizh knowledge. I'll be grateful if someone can help me to correct this.