Saturday, October 26, 2013

In celebration of WWW.

              
            Came across this article when I was searching for a drawing/image-that would suit a piece of writing I planned- on web of causation.
            Out of context for my search, it discussed about the advantages the WWW(web) has brought to human beings and the advantages of linking data.
It said how Haiti rescue became soooo efficient as the individual users-updated-maps became handy and useful; further added, how-in ohio- discrimination faced by the colored was brought to light through linking data and mashup map; and how potentially dangerous spots for cyclists were mapped down to alert and warn cyclists in UK.
Though this was just the first of the four parts article, this was very much sufficient to make one understand the advantages WWW has given us.
But… there are governments and people who would want to filter, regulate, bridle, limit, ban, and curtail the information available on www- and not for some good reasons. They just want to reduce the freedom of access to information, sharing knowledge on many pretexts. Some of those excuses/pretexts are…..exposure of defence areas to terror strikes (against mapathon in india), spreading rumors, inciting anger through social sites and such.
The worst of all…..the arrest of an individual, just for “liking” the status of a friend, after thackerey’s death.
Indeed, WWW faces threats, not from individuals but from legal organisations, mostly supported by governments.
If powerless, ordinary, unorganized individuals can spread false informations in digital media sooooo efficiently, can’t the governments-with so much money, power and organized workforce-dismantle such rumors in the same way??! They can.
But…. They do NOT want the people to know everything, lest people may get to know even the crimes of the same governments too. People may come to know-more than what the governments want them to know.

WWW enables us to have access to unlimited knowledge, unlimited information, and unlimited data. Only those-with dirty secrets-are afraid of this.

Friday, October 18, 2013

natriNaiyil.....

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poongaatrilae.....

I still remember the first time I listened to this song. Then I was studying in 12th, attending school in theni, staying in aranmanaip pudhur- mullai nagar, just an 80 meters away from mullai river. then I had no restrictions, a life full of freedom; I and my brother used to roam around always together.
                Then….. one day, suddenly somewhere from the back street around 5pm I heard the song first time. The music was soo good I wanted to listen to that again and again; but I could not muster sufficient courage to know where the song came from or who played it. Nor did I know which movie had this song.
                After a couple of months, I found it was from uyire and started listening to that again and again till I remembered every words of it. It felt very nice.
Though not a big fan of kavignar.vairamuthu, like many, I too know very well that he had written many wonderful songs. And, a few bad songs too. I don’t want to dwell much on what’s bad, since the song im about to write to, is tooooooo good that I shall write ONLY about that. This song would easily qualify as the best of vairamuthu for a few good reasons.
Tamil: only Tamil words, and none other. (few loaned from Sanskrit, have only tamilized form)
Simplicity: it doesnot use any complex, difficult to understand, out of colloquial, archaic words. Any average Tamil can easily grasp the meaning without any effort.
Imagery: literary elements, particularly similes and metaphors, have been plentifully used to render this song more appealing to our senses. Words paint the pictures in our minds very easily. the longing, yearning, unfulfilled suffering of a man is best captured in the evoked imageries-
pain robbing sleep,
searching for the breath of the beloved in fragrant breeze,
searching for that raindrop that fell into the endless sea,
drying waterdrop like life,
a song-fetched by the drifting winds-shedding a soul’s tears,
same winds bringing the smell of a charred heart,
winds- carrying tears mixed with honey like poetry- visiting the doors of the beloved,
protagonist seeing the beloved’s visions everywhere in the sky,
but the inability to reach for them and grasp,
wafting breeze carrying the fragrance of the beloved,
but the insufficiency of only that pleasant smell to live on,
uprooting of a tender sapling like life,
being pushed into the pyre alive,
lady-love disappearing like a thief.
Sooooooooooooooo much in just less than 6 minutes, in less than just 15/20 lines.

Musical: absolutely soul melting melody from beginning to end, rendered with an yearning tone in unni menon’s voice. Music perfectly goes hand in hand with the mood of the song, emotion of the situation and meaning of the words. Beautiful composition, where every element of a wonderful song syncs perfectly well with all other elements. We must add here that this song would also be one of ar rahman’s best songs too.
Personal: being there exactly in the same situation makes one realize and relate his/her own situation with the sentiments this lyric attempts to evoke and capture in multiple imagery.

Song: poongaatrilae…
Movie: uyirae…
Year: 1998.
Lyrics: vairamuth.
Music: ar. Rahman.
Singers: unni menon, swarna latha.

Tamil lyrics:
¦Àñ:
¸ñ½¢¦Ä¡Õ ÅĢ¢Õó¾¡ø ¸É׸û ÅÕž¢ø¨Ä;
¸ñ½¢¦Ä¡Õ ÅĢ¢Õó¾¡ø ¸É׸§Ç ÅÕž¢ø¨Ä;
¸ñ½¢¦Ä¡Õ ÅĢ¢Õó¾¡ø ¸É׸û ÅÕž¢ø¨Ä.

–:
âí¸¡üÈ¢§Ä ¯ý ÍÅ¡ºò¨¾ò ¾É¢Â¡¸ò §¾ÊôÀ¡÷ò§¾ý;
¸¼ø§Áø ´Õ ÐÇ¢ Å£ú󾧾 «¨¾ò §¾Êò §¾Êô À¡÷ò§¾ý;
¯Â¢¡¢ý ÐÇ¢ ¸¡Ôõ Óý§É,
±ý ŢƢ ¯¨Éì ¸¡Ïõ ¸ñ§½;
±ý ƒ£Åý µÔõ Óý§É µ§¼¡Ê Å¡.


âí¸¡üÈ¢§Ä ¯ý ÍÅ¡ºò¨¾ò ¾É¢Â¡¸ò §¾ÊôÀ¡÷ò§¾ý;
¸¼ø§Áø ´Õ ÐÇ¢ Å£ú󾧾 «¨¾ò §¾Êò §¾Êô À¡÷ò§¾ý;

¸¡üÈ¢ý «¨ÄÅ¡¢¨º §¸ð¸¢ýȾ¡?
§¸ðÌõ À¡ðÊø ´Õ ¯Â¢÷ Å¢Îõ ¸ñ½£÷ ÅÆ¢¸¢ýȾ¡?
¦¿ïÍ ¿¨É¸¢ýȾ¡?
þ¾Âõ ¸ÕÌõ ´Õ Å¡ºõ ÅÕ¸¢È¾¡?
¸¡üÈ¢ø ¸ñ½£¨Ã ²üÈ¢,
¸Å¢¨¾î ¦ºó§¾¨É °üÈ¢,
¸ñ§½ ¯ý Å¡ºø §º÷ò§¾ý;
µÔõ ƒ£Åý µÎõ Óý§É µ§¼¡Ê Å¡.

âí¸¡üÈ¢§Ä ¯ý ÍÅ¡ºò¨¾ò ¾É¢Â¡¸ò §¾ÊôÀ¡÷ò§¾ý;
¸¼ø§Áø ´Õ ÐÇ¢ Å£ú󾧾 «¨¾ò §¾Êò §¾Êô À¡÷ò§¾ý;

¦Àñ:
¸ñ½¢¦Ä¡Õ ÅĢ¢Õó¾¡ø ¸É׸û ÅÕž¢ø¨Ä;
¸ñ½¢¦Ä¡Õ ÅĢ¢Õó¾¡ø ¸É׸û ÅÕž¢ø¨Ä;

–:
Å¡Éõ ±íÌõ ¯ý À¢õÀõ, ¬É¡ø ¨¸Â¢ø §ºÃÅ¢ø¨Ä;
¸¡üÈ¢ø ±íÌõ ¯ý Å¡ºõ, ¦ÅÚõ Å¡ºõ Å¡ú쨸 þø¨Ä.
¯Â¢¨Ã §Å§Ã¡Î ¸¢ûÇ¢,
±ý¨Éî ¦ºó¾£Â¢ø ¾ûÇ¢,
±í§¸ ¦ºýÈ¡§Â¡ ¸ûÇ¢.
µÔõ ƒ£Åý µÎõ Óý§É µ§¼¡Ê Å¡.

âí¸¡üÈ¢§Ä ¯ý ÍÅ¡ºò¨¾ò ¾É¢Â¡¸ò §¾ÊôÀ¡÷ò§¾ý;
¸¼ø§Áø ´Õ ÐÇ¢ Å£ú󾧾 «¨¾ò §¾Êò §¾Êô À¡÷ò§¾ý;
¯Â¢¡¢ý ÐÇ¢ ¸¡Ôõ Óý§É,
±ý ŢƢ ¯¨Éì ¸¡Ïõ ¸ñ§½;
±ý ƒ£Åý µÔõ Óý§É µ§¼¡Ê Å¡.

âí¸¡üÈ¢§Ä ¯ý ÍÅ¡ºò¨¾ò ¾É¢Â¡¸ò §¾ÊôÀ¡÷ò§¾ý;
¸¼ø§Áø ´Õ ÐÇ¢ Å£ú󾧾 «¨¾ò §¾Êò §¾Êô À¡÷ò§¾ý;

Transliteration:
peN:
kaNNiloru valiyirundhaal kanavugaL varuvadhillai;
kaNNiloru valiyirundhaal kanavugaLE varuvadhillai;
kaNNiloru valiyirundhaal kanavugaL varuvadhillai;

aaN:
poongaatrilae un suvaasaththaith thaniyaagath thaedippaarththaen;
kadalmael oru thuLi veezhndhadhae adhaith thaedith thaedip paarththaen;
uyirin thuLi kaayum munnae,
en vizhi unaik kaaNum kaNNae;
en jeevan Oyum munnae OdOdi vaa.


poongaatrilae un suvaasaththaith thaniyaagath thaedippaarththaen;
kadalmael oru thuLi veezhndhadhae adhaith thaedith thaedip paarththaen;

kaatrin alaivarisai kaetkinRadhaa?
kaetkum paattil oru uyir vidum kaNNeer vazhikinRadhaa?
nenju nanaikinRadhaa?
idhayam karukum oru vaasam varukiRadhaa?
kaatril kaNNeerai aetri,
kavidhaich sendhaenai ootri,
kaNNae un vaasal saerththaen;
Oyum jeevan Odum munnae OdOdi vaa.

poongaatrilae un suvaasaththaith thaniyaagath thaedippaarththaen;
kadalmael oru thuLi veezhndhadhae adhaith thaedith thaedip paarththaen;

peN:
kaNNiloru valiyirundhaal kanavugaL varuvadhillai;
kaNNiloru valiyirundhaal kanavugaL varuvadhillai;

aaN:
vaanam engum un bimbam, aanaal kaiyil sEravillai;
kaatril engum un vaasam, veRum vaasam vaazkkai illai.
uyirai vaerOdu kiLLi,
ennaich sendheeyil thaLLi,
engae sendraayO kaLLi.
Oyum jeevan Odum munnae OdOdi vaa.

poongaatrilae un suvaasaththaith thaniyaagath thaedippaarththaen;
kadalmael oru thuLi veezhndhadhae adhaith thaedith thaedip paarththaen;
uyirin thuLi kaayum munnae,
en vizhi unaik kaaNum kaNNae;
en jeevan Oyum munnae OdOdi vaa.

poongaatrilae un suvaasaththaith thaniyaagath thaedippaarththaen;

kadalmael oru thuLi veezhndhadhae adhaith thaedith thaedip paarththaen;

Thursday, September 19, 2013

stupid !!

by today.....12 years pass-by.

not all revelations are sweet. 12 years ago, one such, rather a slapping revelation made me understand something astounding.
It made me understand…… how stupid I was. It was stark and glaring. Too much unpleasant to accept and digest in a short span of time. It almost took months to understand fairly, and years to accommodate that fact.
Was I not made to undertand THAT FACT, I may not have embarked on the task of learning things anytime sooner.

That blessing in disguise is what made me resolute – to grow less and less idiotic over the years…. still working on that……of course, learning continues forever.

i just wonder, how much intelligence and wisdom it takes to rightly decipher and understand the true meaning of silence!!
This piece may not make any sense to readers, because this is not addressed to them. J

Thursday, September 12, 2013

I had a dream.... Now...

i don't know how to classify this dream, good or bad.just had a dream in which i made delay in my commitment, breaking my own request. I asked for meeting, the concerned reluctantly agreed; at the fixed time and venue, i fail to arrive because of some situation. Next time, i meet the concerned in a class room; feeling guilty,i bow down and i look straight only once. i could not face again. As i was sitting in the class room, i received a letter a bit later with a phrase that reads,


" when are you going to understand........."  

 No scolding.... No admonishing...no chiding...a simple but so intense a statement that made me wake up and write this at this wee hour...
.

 the things we dream about.....ohhh...

 meaningless ¿¡?!





Monday, September 9, 2013

love vs love

Act-V, Scene-III.
This is a scene designed by Shakespeare which blatantly juxtaposes love with love. One may wonder how to differentiate love from love, love from itself!? We take only the terms used by two men who wished to live with a girl. Both called their feelings for that girl the same – love. This is where we may look to learn more about true love and something close to that.
Beautiful Juliet is believed to be dead and is buried in a churchyard. On that dead night, two men separately come to that monument; one comes with a flower bouquet while the other comes with a poison vial, both have different intentions. Both claim to love her sincerely. Both die there at juliet’s tomb. But…..
The man with the bouquet- Count PARIS- comes there with moistened eyes, grieving and moaning in sadness. Yet he asks his page to watch out for any intruder. At NIGHT, and ALONE; he considers even weeping openly for Juliet as something shameful. He does not want to be seen wailing and moaning for a dead girl. His Count status would not let him do that in front of others. Paris is still emotionally a Count on major part though he does love her. Without Juliet, there are a lot of reasons to live. Juliet’s death is, of course, a loss; but not so big a loss to bring an end to his life. No. So he intends to live with just mourning. (But only) On being killed, he asks Romeo to inter him with her.
Paris brings his page to stand as a watch.
Paris comes there – only to offer a few tear drops and flowers.
The man with poison-ROMEO- comes there… not weeping, not wailing, not moaning, nor complaining. He is firm and desperate. No wavering of mind. He is resolute. He does not care what others may say. He lived only for her, not for himself or for others. He FEELS and emotionally he IS juliet’s life. She loses life; he dies. Without her, there is nothing for him to live. He is one with her; there’s no separate existence for him. She’s everything to him; no life without her. He chooses to kill himself, while he does have some considerations for his parents and even balthasar.
Romeo sends home Balthazar, so that Romeo would not be interrupted from killing self.
Romeo comes there- to kill himself.
What am I to say on this……!? How many of us are so gentle, tender, innocent and gifted that, such true love can bud and grow in ourselves ….? How many of us are so lucky to receive one such!? Not many I guess…

What do you say……!?

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

BURNING PLATFORM

BURNING PLATFORM-continued….

Mr. CEO (of this century!), in his much famous memo, had not extended the story (more than HE needed) of the man who jumped off the burning platform. But we know. Here it goes….focusing only on what happened to that man (named No-Kia).

              The burning platform, upon which the man found himself, caused the man to shift his behaviour, and take a bold and brave step into an uncertain future. He was able to tell his “lamentable” story.
              “I (No-Kia) jumped off that burning platform. As I plunged deep into the heavy, cold waters with burn injuries, I instantly fainted. I was kept in intensive care for almost 3 years. I was attended by a very talented senior doctor named, STEVE FLOP. In best hopes, his junior doctors said `O.K’ to every treatment he proposed as he demanded internal-collaboration and fast-innovative methods. While fire had taken both my legs, that doctor adopted a BOLD and BRAVE treatment method (?!) and…. in the end, made me lose my eyesight, led to liver damage and kidney failure. And last week I was told that a medicine given for sight restoration had caused liver and kidney damage, further disrupting my brain functions. When the treatment was started, my family was happy as I was alive in my new dress and with my new food habits. But…….now….. Without a kidney and sight, with liver damage and paralysis below neck due to wrong medication, I repent and feel that even death on that platform would have been a much better option than living like a corpse in a hospital. I am ALIVE, but with me, everyone who cares for me also suffers a lot.
              In a line, that BRAVE and BOLD-but WRONG medication-rather than curing- has done more damage than those raging fires on that platform.
Without that treatment, I ONLY NOW know, I would have fared a lotttttt better; I also learnt that for burn injuries, cold water is the best medicine; `those cold waters’-into which I jumped. I was admitted for a minor burn injury, but that treatment made me almost vegetative.”

This he related to me last week. Guys, you know what happened to that injured man on 2nd september?! He’s on life-support now, in another hospital called “microSHIT”.
I know that man No-Kia very well; he was a very strong brave fellow. We worked together for more than 10 years on THAT burnt platform. I found that the platform was poorly maintained and was not spacious for those ever growing business challenges. I wanted to go to another friendlier oil-platform with much more space for growth, expansion. But No-Kia listened only to his boss’s advices and started working on two-different platforms at the same time. That new platform was also equally bad and dangerous, but rich food there made him look physically more fit. I was happy for him then.

But now…. I could not avoid feeling bad for my old colleague in his present condition. I love that man a lot and naturally I wish him speedy recovery. He was quite a good friend of mine for more than 10 years, before I had to move to another platform-named “AND roid” and befriend another man-“SAM sung”, yet I lament for my old friend, No-Kia.