Love, like God, as God, always goes beyond the definition. No matter how much I try, the definition remains incomplete. Easily because it doesn't involve any materialistic, measurable thing but stays hidden behind them which I can never unveil. Have you listened to the song Aval Appadi Onrum Azaghilai? How true it is! My girl has an unmatched beauty not because a greater beauty doesn't exist in this world but because my heart and eyes will naturally fail to see them anywhere else. And that failure is the only way of reaching an everlasting happiness.
The little moments of caring and the deepest trust are the very essence of our life. My girl can list the things that I can never understand and understands the way to take care of them. My girl is great not because she can understand the mysteries of the world but because she can understand me. She is very much open to accept the new things that I need. There are things that won't fit in her way. I know I should forget about them no matter how great it is. I should enrich her life because only she can provide me the forever ground to grow. Only through her I can transfer all of my existence to the future generation.
He would have been just one day news on a local newspaper (ok, foreign newspaper) had it been against the likes of Hitler. Possibly England wanted to divide people and they took the non-violence easier than handling the military force. Of course, we know that Ghandhi was miserably powerless against Jinnah. Greatness is just the projection of so many things. Imagine Sachin being born in Russia. He might have become great but I strongly believe not as a cricketer. I am scared of denying God as the very next second is depend on and defined by infinitely large moments of the past and the future(?) that I just can't imagine. It is all the circumstances that make someone, something great. Instead of adding value to someone else, something else, I can keep adding value to my girl that will one day lead us to the greatness as it was.
The MY attachment is very special. The energy it brings from nothingness is unbelievable. The smaller the my circle, the greater the power it can generate. My land is one of the oldest of civilisations. My heritage is so superior. My mother tongue is the wealthiest of languages. My saints and kings gave us the best of social values for our life. My people's thousands of year old arts, science, ... are strong enough to challenge even the equivalents of the present. Now, my girl seems to be out of step merely because I left her values unvarnished for a long without realizing it.
Will I spend all my money to those who need it or to my family? Will I spend my time with a smart kid to make him grow still better or with my kid? I prefer the MY things than the great things. Is it not utter nonsense to abandon our sublime values just because they are underneath the atrocious stupidities? It just hurts when someone say things like that we no longer need to know how to read and write in their mother tongue. Are they not right? The awkward moment is when my heart can deny the non-mine's with no question but I left with no way to prove it to someone else with facts and statistics. My girl is great because I can accept her without questioning as she is mine!
Unmentioned: Tamil, Sangam, Kumarikandam, Thiruvalluvar, Akananuru, Purananur, Cholar, Siddha, Bharathanattiyam, Tanjavur, Mandela-Periyar, Che Guevara-Prabhakaran, G.D. Naidu, now reading Ponniyin Selvan
Kovil Pillai P.
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