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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Its all in the angle!
From standing alone next to a busy street, to sitting leisurely in a green lawn, sometimes all you need is a change in angle, a change in perspective.
Both these pictures were clicked from the same spot on the same beautiful spring day (just in case its not evident 🙂 )
Raayaleni lekhane maarchatam ela (Lyrics and Translation)
The moment I heard this song, I knew I would be doing this – listen to it on repeat mode, find out what it means, make a note of it here, and keep humming it in my head long after my voice gets tired. Its an ilayaraaja composition, so half the charm of the song is in the music itself. However the lyrics compliment the music very well.
Its a song from one of the upcoming telugu movies “Ulavacharu Biriyani” which I hear is the remake of the malayalam movie “Salt n Pepper”. I am not a big fan of remakes, especially if I have already watched the original movie, but this song…at least the way it sounds in my head right now is beyond movies or remakes, it just has a beautiful feel to it, all by itself.
Raayaleni lekhane maarchatam ela
Theeyaleni raagame maravatam ela
Idhi alasipoleni hrudayam, anthuleni payanam
Idhi melakuveleni udayam, taara leni gaganam
Dooramgaalekunna nee theeram raalekunna
Theliyaka niluchunna oka pilupuku vechunna
Bashaleni maatane thelapatam ela
Gunde kanti neetine thudavatam ela
Nee mundhe raalipadinavi poolu kaadhu naa kallu
Nee meedhe chinukulaina vi mabbu kaadu naa manasu
Dooramgaalekunna nee theeram raalekunna
Theliyaka niluchunna oka pilupuku vechunna
Raayaleni lekhane maarchatam ela
Theeyaleni raagame maravatam ela
How can one make changes to a letter that cannot be written
How can one forget a song that has not been composed
It is a tireless heart and this is an endless journey
It is a morning without wake up (call), and this is a star-less sky
Neither am I able to go away from you, nor come close to you.
I stand here unknowingly, waiting for your call
How can one convey something that is beyond language
How can one wipe the tears that flow from the heart
It is not flowers that have fallen in front of you, it is my eyes
It is not clouds that showered rain drops on you, it is my heart
Neither am I able to go away from you, nor come close to you
I stand here unknowingly, waiting for your call
How can one make changes to a letter that cannot be written
How can one forget a song that has not been composed
I could not get hold of a link to the song. However its the 4th song in this link if you are interested : Ulavacharu BIriyani
Weekly photo challenge : On Top
As a kid I was always curious as to what lies beyond those clouds that float around in the clear blue sky. Is there someone who controls their shapes, decides what clouds go where, a bird for her, a fish for him.
It was such a disappointment to see there was no one on top, it was all in my head, it was all an imagination.
Sometimes I feel science and reason suck all the magic out of my life, but then there are other times when they introduce some magic into my life too. I should not complain much.
(Photo clicked while flying over Chennai, India) – Does that even matter.
Doesn’t matter right now. There is still some time before we draw those ugly lines we call borders and divide the sky into bits and pieces. I fear the day when that happens, because from that day no kid will look up at the sky and feel the same again, about the rabbit, bird, boat, or fish that the clouds paint on that blue canvas. Instead all they will see in the sky above them is a city, a state, a country just the way we view the land beneath us.
An Inuksuk
Long before the age of GPS, hoardings, signboards, smart phones, travelling groups used creative ways to communicate and help each other. This is just one such wonderful example. It is a structure called inuksuk used to mark hunting/fishing/grazing grounds by Inuit people who inhabited the cold arctic regions of North America.
As the author of “Inuksuit: Silent Messengers of the Northern Arctic” , Norman Hallendy puts it –
“The inuksuk…is a metaphor. It reminds [the elders] of the time when people were attached to the land by an unbroken thread of reference, when they created great dancing circles, built fish weirs, placed huge inuksuit on hilltops, made traps to catch the most cunning animals, and communicated by rearranging or shaping fragments of the landscape.”
Sometimes I am just awestruck by the sheer intelligence of a human mind and the wonders it can do. 🙂
Cheers to this awesome place we call “Home”, planet Earth, and cheers to all its inhabitants who make it such an awesome place to live in.
Happy Earth Day 🙂
The Red Moon
Funny things we humans do, like stand in the cold, with a camera in the wee hours of the morning, sleepy souls, tired eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the moon in the earth’s shadow. Don’t we have enough things in the dark, enough things hidden in the shadows on earth already 🙂
To me this looks more like the moon and the tiny star are both looking at each other, the moon angry and the star scared 🙂Â
Oh well, with the borrowed 300mm zoom lens, this is the best I could manage. I always wanted to click a picture of the full moon, well a red full moon even better.
Krithya!
The only editing I did was to crop it, put my watermark and a border 🙂 Its red, it actually was
Ek shayar se rishta (A relationship with a poet) – by Gulzar sahab)
Kuch kuch uski baaton se ab sehmat hoon mainÂ
Uska kehna theek hai shayad, shayar na hote tum to kitne jhoote aadmi hoteÂ
Saamne aate hi poocha tha, “naye naye kurte pe kahan se rang laga ke aaye ho“
O tab dekha to khayal aaya, saahil pe gaya tha sunset dekh raha tha wahan, wahi laga aaye
“kya hai! gira kya aankh mein, Â aise masal rahe ho?”
chat pe tha main, bijli chamki to ek rezah roshni ka daayin aankh ke andar ud ke chala gaya haiÂ
Pagalpan lagta hai usko, der talak kal dekha falak to aankhein neeli padne lagi hain
uska rang utar aaya hai ,aasmaan ka rang kachcha haiÂ
“Ungli par kuch hua hai kya”
Haan raat ko taare ginte ginte ungli jal gayi, chaala pad gaya
– Gulzar
Its about a poet who thinks he now agrees with his beloved, when she said if he were not a poet he would have been such a liar.
That day right when I stepped in front of her she asked ” Where did you get that color on your new shirt”
And I looked at it and then it occurred to me,I told her, “I went to shore to see the sun set, it left some of its color on me”
And then she had asked , “Why are you rubbing your eye, is there something in your eye”
And I told her, “I was at the terrace, and when lightning struck, a small piece of light flew right into my eye”
She thought it was crazy when I told her that I have been staring at the sky for a long time, that is why my eyes are blue
Some of the color seeped into my eyes, you know the color of the sky is very flimsy (it keeps falling off :))
And then when she had asked, Â “did something happen to my finger”
I told her, “Yes last night while I was counting the stars I burned my finger, its sore from the burn”
Such simplicity and such beauty 🙂
Long distance love (Sarah Kay)
I have already fallen in love with far too many postage stamps. When you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a postcard province…no, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker-punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you’re sitting at the bottom of a roller coaster and you realize that the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall before you even moved. Is there a word for that? There should be.
You can only fit so many words in a postcard…only so many in a phone call…only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.
It’s hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me; who stays up all night long practicing his drum set. The neighbors have complained. They have busy days tomorrow but he keeps on thumping through the night convinced I think that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you made for lunch today; how the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce.
Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent.
Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don’t get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don’t get any closer. You never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling towards you; how even though you  won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands. Is there a word for that? I wish there was.
I would have said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down and recognize you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, there is a girl that still writes to you… she doesn’t know how not to.
Nenani neevani (Kotha banagaru lokam) – Lyrics and Translation
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