The Sprout Tree

So goes the day, the day where you had your high and lows.
Did i learn anything today? Have i become more patient today?
I've experienced bliss today, experienced anxiety as well.
 Like a flower through a day, i have had my harsh sun and then
cool breeze.
 I've become more patient. Have become more imaginative.

Imagination sprouts patience.
And Patience sprouts vengeance.
Vengeance then sprouts memories
 and then memories sprout patience.

Peep Hole dilemma. Fiction only.

Some one at the door, knocking. I have my hot water for the coffee boiling on the heater. The light from the
hallway is falling to the kitchen and on the door. The knocking stops. All i wanted was to come back home and make a coffee and may be share it with my neighbor, if his timing was perfect. Perfect to be there, while i open my door to put that tissue in the basket outside. But, who is at the door now?

And probably that bastard is peeping through that door hole. He can't see me. May be i can hide. And play with his time. I remember peeping through other doors. I have never peeped through my own door. I should. Once a hot blow of air hit my eye, while peeping.That did hurt. Many of the doors had that peep hole lens fallen off. Mine had none too.I always half-felt that i'd find someone dancing naked in there. Standing in-front of the mirror, naked, like i sometimes did. That's not why i look though. I just want to see that which cannot be seen otherwise.

Now there is a second ring of the door bell. This one is persistent. I have always helped someone when it is needed.
It was only yesterday that i gave the water bottle i kept for the night, to the guy who moved in last night in the room opposite.I am not stone hearted. But why is this guy still at the door.?  And god forbid let it not be a girl. I'm not in the mood today. The hot water for my coffee is still boiling. I can pick the coffee powder and spoon from the kitchen cupboard now.And make that coffee.But the door bell is still ringing.


The problem, you see, is that the nearest piece of cloth, a towel, is on the bed in the hall. And the way to get there is, possibly all out in the view, the peep hole offered. And lastly i love to make my coffees naked, not everyday, but every other day. And i don't want, what the guy outside might have half-felt, come true for him.



PS: Please it's a work of fiction. I dress tip top, while i make my coffee. Every other day.

Freedom from that Misconception

The day the rabbit realised that
 his big ears are not there
 for others to grab and pick him up easily. 
He leaped.
 He leaped so high that he reached
 the Moon and stayed there for ever.
 Above everyone and everything.

Rakkilithan- Perumazhakkalam-Jayachandran-Translation

It was an accidental string of notes, played on my gb&a,  led to this post. Randomly the fingers went on and somewhere in the middle i heard a familiar tune. I knew i had to find that song, that  just so randomly played out. I got till the first line of the song, hummed it over and again and that's how far i got, first time.

I went away for a while, and came back to the tune after two days. The notes were played out, but could give no words to the song. I remembered that the song had something about rain, but beyond that there was no construction.

Two days later, i came back to the tune again, and this time the words favoured me, and i had the song, because i knew the song, all along, hidden in the deepest of the pockets. Went straight to youtube, to this evergreen song. And that evening was a bliss.

The song is rain and is melancholy.

 The song led me to the movie, which i plan to watch after this post. You can see the storyline of the movie as a write up on the posted video.

Also it lead me to the singer: http://www.jayachandransite.com/default.htm

A meek attempt at translation of this beautiful lyrics is given along.

Novin Perumazhakkaalam...

             

                                       

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Raakkili than vazhi marayum novin perumazhakkaalam 

this season of torrential pour of pain which blinds the nightingale's path  

kaathirippin thiri nanayum eeran perumazhakkaalam
this dampy season of torrential rain which wets the wick of anticipation
oru venalin viraha baashpam
the parting tears of a summer
jaladhaalamarnna mazhakkalam
this season of rain, with the rhythm of water
oru thedalaay mazhakkalam
as a pursuit, this season of rain  
 (Raakkili than..) 

Ormakal than lola karangal punarugayaanudal muruge 
gentle hands of remembrance, hugging tightly on to my body  
paathi vazhiyil puthariya kaattil viralukal verpiriyunnu  
fingers are gripping away,while half way, in roiling wind
snehardramaaro mozhiyukayaavam kaathil oraathma swakaaryam
a deep secret may being whispered to my ears by some benevolent one
thengalinekal parichitham etho perariyathoru vikaaram
some emotion unknown but much known than my whimper       
(Raakkili than...)

neela raavin tharvazha neele nizhalukal veenizhayunno
shadows are cast, along the valley of the blue night? 
etho ninavin vathil padiyil kalperumattam unarnno 
at the door of a thought, did foot steps  rise?  
aalunna mazhayil jalaka veliyil minnalil etho swapnam
beyond the window, a dream, in  the lightning and heaving rain,
ee mazha thorum pul kathirukalil neermani veenu kinangum
drops will ding on the grass leaves on which this rain pours  

(Raakkili than...)

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Sensation of Dying

Sensation of Dying   

Air was moving quickly around me. I had a feeling that i was falling. The unpredictability and flimsiness during this tussle. I know i'm going to end up hurt. But i don't know when will that moment hit me. 

Time was running very slow while i lost my balance and fell. Time was running very fast while i was trying to get up.

 There were tight grips of other hands on me. There were tight grips of my hand on others.

I saw something flashing in one of the hands. i found that i cannot move my hands gripped and held by other hands. I felt then that  moment was upon me. I looked to the eyes of the weapon holder. I was trying to gauge if there would be any mercy. I saw the wrinkles on his nose, how the eyebrows were arched, how he was posing himself to give a steady thrust to his hand. 

Me and him communicated when our eyes met. I  told him mercy and subduedness. He replied disgust. And followed with a thrust of his hand. The sounds that escaped my mouth was drowned in the imprecations of the attackers. The metal on it's way to meet my flesh. I jumped away, i tried to. But the moment had arrived.

I felt sorry to end this way. There was a sound of a kingfisher hitting the water with it's beak.  I felt the most painful of the pains i had through my entire life. I felt the foreign object in me like a white hot metal. Swiftly there was a relief, where the assailant took back his weapon from inside of my body. My body was folding and unfolding and the limbs twitching all over the place that they couldn't hold me anymore. I was left to fall like a rope to the ground. The snake with it's head cut off. 

I raised dust. So much so that no one shall see my pathetic ending. When the dust wouldn't raise anymore,the wet dust, then i began my long rest, coiled like a baby on a bed.

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One day, i saw an owl during a sunny day. It was very peculiar sighting, because it was sitting on a Mango Tree.

Owls are never seen sitting on a Mango tree. It looked at me and asked me. "Why?, haven't you ever heard of rebels?".

I replied, "i'm new around here."  

The owl smiled at me kindly and flew away.   

The same night i was settling on an armchair, thinking about an owl that flies while it's day.

 

My most favorite story.

There was a hungry fox living in a forest.It went looking  for food. Went on walking and walking. It fell into a pit.

There was a hungry fox living in a forest. It went looking for food. Went on walking and walking. It fell into a pit.

Both lived together in the pit, happily ever-after.