Thursday, December 27, 2007

Few more thamizh pearls from ....Kanavugalin Kadhali...

இந்த முத்து சிதறல்களை என்னுடைய இணைய தளத்தில் வெளியிட அனுமதி அளித்த கனவுகளின் காதலிக்கு என் நன்றி.....

மழை துளிகள் மண்ணில் தங்குவதில்லை - அதற்காக
மழை பெய்யாமல் இருப்பதில்லை !

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காதலின் வெம்மையை விட - பிரிவின்
நிழல் சில நேரங்களில் மேலானது !

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நீ.. நான்.. காதல்..

தனியாக நடந்து கொண்டிருந்தேன் ...
ஒரு காலடிச் சத்தம் ...
திரும்பினால் ... நீ !
இருவரும் நடந்து கொண்டிருந்தோம்...
யாரோ நம்முடன் வருவது போல் உணர்தோம்..
அட - காதல் !
பின் மூவருமாக நடக்கத் துவங்கினோம்....!!!

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காதல் தீரும் பொழுது - கண்ணீரும்
தீர்ந்து போகும் !

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என் பேனா உனக்காக எழுத மறுக்கிறது...

ஒற்றை பார்வை சொல்லாத காதலையா ,
இத்தனை வார்த்தைகள் சொல்லிவிடக்கூடும் ...
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இயல்பாக நடக்கும் எல்லா விஷயங்களையும்
மனம் சமநிலையில் ஏற்றுகொள்வதில்லை.

உதாரணம் - நாம் விரும்பியதும் .. விலகியதும்.


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நாம் பார்த்ததும் -- விரும்பியதும்... விலகியதும் -- ஒரு புதிய காவியம்...
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எத்தனை அவசரம்
உன் கண்களுக்கு ....
உனக்கு முன்பாக ,
உன் காதலைச் சொல்வதற்கு !
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நான் சரியாக செய்த தவறு -
உன்னை விரும்பியது !

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Monday, December 03, 2007

Erosion of Culture ...

So early for this post?? never mind.. Came across this over the net.. Found it interesting...


Source: http://www.boloji.com/society/070.htm

"Avoid revealing clothes and avoid rape" says Shivsena...

Women covering from head to foot. Did such a thing exist in a India? Was sexuality in the Indian culture a closet thing and something to be ashamed of? If so, why do we see half naked sculptures of women in the temples? How can we explain Kamasutra and Khajhurao? Until recently, many village women either didn't cover their breasts at all or wore just a saree without blouse. In Kerala, women still wear just a tight blouse, without a saree draped around their breasts. It certainly didn't create discomfort among their family and encourage ill-treatment or rape. African tribal women still remain topless. If you see illustrations of old Puranic stories, you see the women with a piece of cloth across their chest and long flowing skirt, surrounded by their friends and family. We don't see them depicted with full length sarees. Yet, we don't feel uncomfortable about it. We visit our local temples which are filled with sculptures of women scantily dressed. Yet, we are ready to take our children to the temple. Our dress was indeed more suited to the climate we live in.

Then, why do we feel uncomfortable when a woman of our family dresses that way. Why do some men, today, feel strange need to molest when they see a scantily dressed woman on street? A man in his similar position few millenniums ago certainly didn't feel the same. His mother, sister and aunt all wore the same kind of minimalist garb. As a result, when he got attracted to a woman it would not merely be a physical thing. For him, the religion glorified sexual relationship to be divine.

If such a freedom existed in our culture, where did we lose it? What influenced us to start hiding our bodies under long thick materials, despite the soaring temperature, while men could still get away with minimalist garbs? I would most certainly say that it is due to our long history of foreign rule, which inevitably brought with it an alien culture and ideas.

From the beginning of the last millennium, the ruthless invaders persecuted the then prosperous Indian society, which prided itself of international trade. The monotheist religions followed by them viewed sex as a sin and punishment. It dictated that women and men ought to covered fully to preserve decency and decorum. The Indian culture was viewed as tribal and its way of life barbaric. So, the strict Islamic and Victorian principles were imprinted onto the Indian culture. Why the Indian people chose to change their value system and dress code is open to debate. Probably, they bought into those alien concepts and as a result felt ashamed of their dressing style. It is interesting to note that it is only the women who embraced this change. The Indian men are very comfortable to remain bareback, should they feel like it. In the west, it is disgraceful and insulting for a man to appear bare-chested in public except in beaches and swimming pools. But most of the western world have come out the shackles of Victorian principles, while in India we are struggling for our original identity. On the contrary, most pure Islamists still follow the Sharia law which says that a woman should marry the person of her parent's choice. Failing to do so is haram in that culture. This article is not to say that one culture is superior from the other. What I want to highlight is that Indian culture never tried to curtail women's freedom.

Indian culture accepted everything from love marriage to live-in relationships. We can find lots of examples of this in our Puranas. Female power that existed is highlighted by the practice of swayamvara, in which a woman could choose from an array of men lined up in front of her. It was realized that the union of mind and body is akin to divinity. Both generate a deep sense of love and trance, delineating one from one's ego and selfishness. Trying to garb this basic instinct of human being with shame and guilt, will only lead to perversion and crime.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Ninaivugalin mulumaiyana parimaanam...

Well... lately have fallen in love with thamizh kavithaigal…(tamil poems)..

And a particular reason for that is, I stumbled on the following lines from a college mate of mine...Kanavugalin Kaadhali...

This love of mine is been now fed and getting nourished by poems of her…
This face of me is called as “Rasigan” – a literature buff .

Avaludaiya padaipugalil sila muthukal itho …


உனக்காக எழுதப்படும் கவிதைகளில்
உண்மை இருக்கிறதா - தெரியாது !
ஆனால் ...
காதல் இருக்கிறது ;)
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உனக்கான என் காதல் கவிதைகளில் ,
எனக்கு மிகவும் பிடித்தது..

நம் குழந்தை ;)
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என் கண்ணீர் + என் கவிதை = நீ !!!

நீ தப்பிச் செல்ல கூடாதென்று ,
மனத்தினில் மறைத்து வைத்தேன் ...
என்ன பிரயோஜனம் ...
பலநேரங்களில் ...கண்ணீராய் மாறி
விழிகளின் வழியாக வெளியேறி விடுகிறாய்...
சில நேரங்களில் ... கவிதையாய் ..!
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காதல் = சுவாசம் ???!!!

உன்னை நான் சந்திக்காமல் இருந்திருந்தால்...
சுவாசிக்காமல் உயிர் வாழும் வித்(ந்)தை மட்டும் அறிந்திருப்பேன் !

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வட்டப்பாதை
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விலகலாம் என்றெண்ணி
எதிரெதிர் திசையில் பயணிக்க துவங்கினோம்....
அப்பொழுது நாம் அறிந்திருக்கவில்லை,
நாம் பயணிக்க போவது வட்டப்பாதையில் என்று..

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நெஞ்சில் மிச்சம் ...
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கோப்பையில் மிஞ்சிய சில துளி தேனீர்...
சீப்பை ஜீவனாக்கிக் கொண்ட மயிர் கற்றைகள்...
ஜன்னல் கம்பியில் விளையாடும் துருப்பிடித்த மழை துளிகள்...
இவ்வாறு மிஞ்சிய விஷயங்களை பார்க்கும்போதெல்லாம்,
நெஞ்சில் எஞ்சிய உன் நினைவுகள்!

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டிக்...டிக்...டிக்...
உனக்கான நிமிடங்களையும்...
எனக்கான நிமிடங்களையும்....
நமக்கானதாக மாற்றுகிறது -
- காதல் கடிகாரம் ;)

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வெட்கத்தைக் கேட்டால் நீ என்ன தருவாய்......?
காதலை !!!!!!!

========>Kanuvugalin Kaadhali<==========

A quick status report

Now a quick update about me... For the last 8 months I am working in Detroit, The Motor Capital of the world … and also this title
These last 8 months was a quick roller coaster ....am through to this new world and rite now this phase of my life is called “what the F***".....

Back home I wish something like this can be done. People don’t realize how bad these bags can be.
There is a saying I believe in. If you aint not getting screwed up, you aint pushing the boundaries far enough. To grow you need to pull out of that comfort zone. If you stay within your house boundaries, you'll never know if your neighbor has a beautiful daughter (ok, I read that one up somewhere!).

Back with a bang...

What’s up world?

I almost forgot I used to blog ... (thanks N, can’t believe you want to interpret my blog!!)

Well, hi every one....

Its been a era... I toggled from Blogspot to Livejournal.. and now flipped to blogspot... this interface felt good and read my aged posts... felt nostalgic...

so me here again... by the way... have few posts in my LJ blog.. Check them out...

will be posting more... and in here...


Chk my old posts...

http://ekesavan.livejournal.com/

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