Pudhu Vellai Mazhai - An ode to love !

This post is best read with the song playing in your mind or on your computer :-)

The warmth of his skin tugged at her eyelids. He was leading her to a new path, a new experience, a new life and most importantly with him by her side. She could feel his breath on her neck. He was taking his hands away from her eyelids. They begged them to stay – her eyelids. They wanted the warmth of his skin – the tingling feeling!

But what Roja – the 18 year old from Sundarapandiapuram saw next, was a sight to kill for! The sight of the snow clad mountains clearly excited the girl in her. The man who stood next to her excited the woman in her! Rishi!  She bit her lips as the snow bit her flesh. She looked at him with as much awe as she looked at the sight in front of her!

இங்குசொல்லாதஇடம்கூடக்குளிர்கின்றது மனம்சூடானஇடம்தேடிஅலைகின்றது

Rishi, the man who she hated, just days ago, Rishi who she wanted to stay away from days ago – broke the glass wall between them and with it her ego! It was only as stro…

Gowri kalyaanam vaibogame !

Sri flipped open the pages of her diary, which she updates, quite regularly. Her gaze froze on the date and her lips curled, to reveal a crooked smile – her trademark! It was the 12th of October, on her diary – the day she and Gautham, entered a bond of togetherness, a promise meant to be kept for life. It was the day of a wedding of elaborate elegance, the day they said yes, to each other!
What impressed me was the way Sri narrated the rituals of a typical TamBrahm wedding! It sent visuals all across my mind. I could almost imagine every scene of what she narrated. All what seemed like rituals to me, made sense. It made absolute sense, as each portion seemed to strengthen the bond, they already had, for each other!
They got married, the typical Tamil Brahmin way. The wedding rituals for a Tamil Iyer wedding was typically meant to last 5 days. But modern times have cropped the whole wedding to crisp 3 day grand celebration at a kalayana mandapam (wedding hall). With changing times ev…

The boy and his girl !

“Hey, I am sorry. I am late as usual”, he said, grasping for breath. He was the scrawny guy, who was not astonishingly handsome, who did not have one of those love-at-first-sight looks, who is not someone you will go weak on your knees on seeing. But to her, he was all of this and more.
She was angry. If he touched her cheeks right now, he would feel the heat of her anger. They were flushing in anger! Sri had been waiting for quite some time now.
“Gautham this is probably the I-dunno-how-many-th-time you are doing this. Say sorry only when you mean it. Not if you are going to repeat it again”, she sulked
He stood there smiling, as if nothing had happened. He was panting for breath. Late that he was, he always had the urgency to see her. To see that little glow on her face, whenever she saw him, to see her cheeks flush in anger and to see… hold it. She just smiled!
“Listen. You do anything but adjust that hair of yours. The way it is unkempt and the way you ruffle it just makes me …

Good ? Bad ? Ugly ?

“No Karna. I was not cheating.”

“This is unfair Bhanumathi. You cheat and on top of it, you walk off”, said Karna and suddenly grabbed her hip chain. The pearls in the chain scattered all over the room. Bhanumathi’s face went red. She was called a satiratna, for she had absolute devotion to her husband. Not another man’s shadow befell her. This was his friend’s shadow. What was going to happen?

Droplets of sweat trickled down Bhanumathi’s forehead. She was visibly tensed. Karna, who has never been around women, didn’t know how to react. Bhanumathi was his first woman-friend. He was unsure if he had hurt Bhanumathi.

Duryodhana walked into the room. The attendants in the room were trying to predict as to what would happen. Some thought ‘How could he tug at her waist belt. A woman’s waist belt. That too she was no ordinary woman. She is the wife of the crown prince of Hastinapur. Princess Bhanumathi’. Some thought ‘Here breaks the legendary friendship of Karna and Duryodhana, like the pear…

Indian Cricket is bigger than IPL,.. I love it more than I love my CSK..

Now what prompted me to write this ?? The sad state of cricket in India... Cricket was not in my world before the Natwest series.. And why did I start watching it ? Because I took a sudden intense liking to Dravid and Ganguly.. If India was playing, irrespective of whether I understood cricket or not, I watched.. But I vivdly remember that Yuvraj won the man of the match anfd Ganguly removed his t shirt and started swinging it.. Winning as team India.. it was sheer pleasure.. Given that it was my first International game, I lacked the knowledge.. not that I have solid knowledge of cricket now, but the only time I gave it a break was during my post graduation days.. Thanks to a cricket ground right behind my office, I get to see even the local TNCA matches here.. BTW Badri plays well in those matches ;-) COming to the point..
Didnt we grow up watching the likes of Dravid, Ganguly, Sachin, Kumble and Laxman ?? Dravid taught us how to keep our calm in the most difficult of times.. Gangul…

Love at nth sight !

It was a fairly long walk.. 10 kilometres. But all is fair in love. My love for you helped me to trudge on. I wanted to see you, but I didn’t know and wasn’t sure if you wanted the same. Again, my love for you, made me trust that you’ll want to see me, as much as I wanted to see you. It was like as if I whispered in your ear and you whispered back, saying yes you too want to see me and meet me, as much as I wanted to. Those powerful eyes, that majestic look of yours, the jewels that adorned your body and the genuine smile on your lips. You make my heart, skip a beat. Oh how much I love you and how much I pine for you, the love of my life
There were many waiting to see you. I sat outside the road, leading to your house and waited with bated breath. Some said, there is no point in waiting, as there were many. Some asked all of those who were waiting, to come tomorrow. Some said that you would meet only important people and not stray ones like me! I trusted, I believed and waited. You …

First things first

“Well, stay back.. I get to reach first. If you let me go, I promise to uphold the interests of all you fellows” bellowed a scrawny headed worm... A worm? Wait... what is it? Oh god. Not a worm but a sperm. Yes it’s a sssssperm. The race begins there. Who reaches the target, ahead of the rest. Hello Mr.Darwin, are you listening? It’s the survival of not just the fittest, but also the fastest. Welcome to India, where coming first, be it in a class or race or even to catch a bus or train, matters a lot.

Coming back to the sperm… Benefits of reaching first, it’s now a curious eyed baby girl, with teeth just starting to come out, coconut tree shaped plait jutting out of the head and busy observing other babies around. All of them were crawling in what seemed like a day care centre. The care-taker never asked for a race, nor did she prompt it. When one kid started crawling and the other overtook it, then the sight was that of a highway in which teenagers would probably have a bike race. Th…