DreamingAway

தந்தையா? நண்பனா? என்றால் தந்தையென எளிதில் சொல்லிடலாம். தோழமையில் இதுவெல்லாம் ஒரு பொருட்டே கிடையாது. ஒவ்வொரு விட்டு கொடுத்தலிலும் தனது மரணமின்மையை நோக்கிய பயணத்தை விரைவுபடுத்தும் ஓர் உன்னத உறவு நட்பு. ஓடுகின்ற கால்கள், எழுதியாடும் விரல்கள், இசைக்கும் குரல்... எல்லாம் பெரியதுதான் - சுவாசமாய் நட்பு: இயல்பாய், எந்த ஒரு ஆர்பரிப்புமுமின்றி, ஆழமாய், உயிரோடு கலந்து நம்மை இயக்கிக் கொண்டிருக்கும். தாயாகத் தோழி, தோழியாக தாய் - குவளைக்குள் நீராய் எந்த உறவிலும் தன்னை உட்புகுத்தி வெளிக்காட்டும் இணையற்ற உணர்வு நட்பு. என் நினைவில் நின்ற/ தேடிப்பிடித்த நட்புக்கான சில திரைப்பட பாடல் வரிகள் இந்த பதிவில். என்னுடைய அம்மாவுக்கு பிடித்த பாட்டு. அம்மாவுக்கு பிடித்ததாலேயே நான் கேட்டு பழகிய பாடல். பத்தாவது படித்த போது கேட்ட பாடல். காதல், நட்பு இரண்டிலுமே யதார்தத்தை அறியாமலேயே ஆழத்தை அடைந்ததாய் ஓர் மயங்கிய நிலையில் மகிழ்ந்து திரிந்த காலம். உண்மையில் இதுதான் நட்பு, இதுதான் காதல் என்று இப்போது கூட என்னால் சொல்ல முடியாது. ஆனால் வரையறைகளுக்கு அப்பற்பட்டது இது இரண்டும் என உறுதியாக சொல்ல முடியும். படமாகவும் என்னை கவர...

If you need to catch the bus on the other side of the road, you will have heavy traffic in your side and you will surely miss the bus. Beautiful girls standing next to you in the bus stop will always feel disappointed as they have to travel in the bus that goes in some other route. On a rare day, if you have Rs. 50 for ticket, before you reach the conductor, he will scold the person with Rs. 10 for ticket, for not having proper change. If your bus is too crowded, then you will find another bus of same type and number follows your bus with no crowd at all. Young girls will go in a high quality college and private company buses with lots of comfort. When you see women of age 40 plus from the first row to the last row in your bus, your heart will cry. Why should my city old ladies struggle like this at this age? Oh, God, that is injustice, give them rest at home. When you pay Rs. 10 and travel in a deluxe bus, an ordinary bus (Rs. 5) will overtake your bus, that too, just a stop before wh...

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car." "How far will we have to drive?...

I don't know when, I don't know how? I just fell in love with him somehow. Oh my God! How did this happen? I don’t know what, in him, I see? Is it his sweetness that attracts? Or is it his smile that lures? Is it his words chocolaty? Or is it the lil things he does? Oh my God! please tell me how? How he does this, from so far? I have not known him much He hasn’t yet given me a touch One day I would find out how He stirs me with a gaze, And raises in me a storm Blows my in..... out like a ‘Katrina” I would know why my heart pounds In shudder causing a thunder, A strong rush of adrenalin And drums beat in my ears! A day, I would know why I felt the brush of his lips, with which he sets me quivering in ecstasy. But for now I'm on blaze, longing for the rain --- Sophie Kovil Pillai P.

You can't escape from marvelling at the wonderfulness of this human life. Can you? How perfect design it is! Between the creation and the destruction is your life, filled with surprises for every next second, goes on. You have to bow down and accept the greatness of the binding between you and everything else. As a kid, as a girl, as a wife, as a ... I think at every stage of your life, you got something to get attached and enjoy the extremity of happiness in it. What do you think is the thing that could bring immense pleasure when you are old, say, sixties and plus? Believe me, it is the time you are going to spend with your grandchildren. Take a video of a 3-6 years old kid's day with her grandmother. You will find laughter in it. You will hear complaints. You will find anger in each other's face. You will find the quarreling in between. You will find things are exchanged, especially eatables. You will find shouting and real fights too. And few tear drops. Yet, it is all ...

Zoho -Rocking Zoho -Earth Zoho -night Zoho -cute-night Zoho -Wide Zoho -wood Thanks Kovil Pillai P.

By Michael Josephson Some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no more minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear. So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant. So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built, Not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not ...