THE ROYAL COMPANY!

Remembering you.....

"The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting."

                         -  Kundera

The Untamed Visitor

Remembering you!

Everytime you remind me of how motherhood can be unconditional and selfless... 

Rare events today...! 

Achi never failed to build her empire with the very few things she possessed.. 

Evergiving, everloving...fidgeting Ego bombs!

 

The rigid decoration of "Azhaghu empire" left  us with a long awaiting desire of Togetherness... ! 

QUESTIONing the QUEST

Conquer, The Muliebrous!

Conquer, The Muliebrous!

Crampiness succumbs the soul,

Coming all the way with hormonal shreds of evidence,

Cocaine-embedded ebbs and downs;

Consuming ripples of magnetic tantrums,

Craving for a leaning soul with self-reflexing thoughts,

Cancerous sometimes;

Cunning probabilities sometimes;

Compassionately confusing sometimes;

Comfortable rages sometimes;

Calmly misunderstood, with changing spectrum every biological decennial,

Conquering, the muliebrous being!

JOY OF FREEDOM

 

Joy of Freedom

No meditation on grief will alter

One’s state of mind,

Joy is perceptualized as a state of mind,

Overcoming hurdles of rage and tenderness.

 

A right mix of excitement, acceptance and

anticipation defines “Happiness”-

The only sense that segregates “The Humane”,

from animals.

 

Freedom barriers have multiple definitions:

Chains of behaviour patterns,

Chains of gender constraints,

Chains of genetic slavery,

Chains of assaults,

Chains of power politics,

Unspoken symbolic chains of emotions!!!

 

Let go off…

The chains of animosity,

Prejudices of existence,

Masks of wisdom,

Induced identities and

Societal structures,

To discover the ethnic definition of freedom!

 

Awake, dear fellow beings…

The eternity of joy and freedom is

Internalised,

Deep within every soul, unrecognized…

Being conscious is all that matters!

 

THE BUMBLE BEE...

The busy bee started rolling down...
To shape its worth
To quote its gloss
To live with the flow
To sow seeds of wisdom
Not to rhyme the mime
Terribly Pleading to LIVE.... 

THE SEARCH...

The Birthday Dawn!

Each day starts with a dawn, 

And every birthday teaches a new lesson;

On life, On humans, On self-love, On past! 

Birthdays were fun, excited, anxious and sobre.

Later, it went on to prove your aren't important, 

Just to avoid, making you happy

- This was "The Motive".

Realisations dawn every penta-years! 

God willing! 

To be Or not to be! 

To hide or not to hide! 

Random memories, antagonist thoughts, superior beings, The Inferior Me! 

Suppressed! Flattened! Tormented! Sick! 

Away! Away! Flee to thee! 

Self-love is the way! 

Selfishness is no harm! 

Priority is worship! 

Away! Away! From judgements! 

Away! Away! From permanent structures! 

And that's 39! Holding God's little fingers..... 

SILENT DENIALS!

 Feeling of Denial dreadly makes yea desirous!

Desirously silent creatures are Passionate!

Passion saliates human love!

Saliation succumbs Omnipresence!

Presence needn't be Physical!

Physical dissolution is Denial Derivant!

The Omnipotent Being succumbs Denial Existence!

Dissolution is the Solution!

Destroy and Revamp

If colour blinds you,

If texture mesmerizes you,

If the yellow metal attracts you,

If status matters,

If temporariness becomes your priority,

If familial structure matters,

If domestic qualifications are registered,

If dominance runs in genetic memory,

If societal values are submerged in a gendered foil,

It's time to reconstruct the foundation!!

Destroy and Revamp!!!

DEATH

Human beings are fantabulous... They can modify, mould, decify, at various levels in  life. As life moves on perspective of death keeps changing..The kiddoos phase defined DEATH as a ceremony of family get together, distant relatives visiting us in a rash, amidst the oscillating moves of happiness and sadness. Paul Kalanithi's  "When Breath Becomes Air" set me into the tunnel of the unvisited  grey shades of a happy journey. This is a must read for anybody above 16. I found it very hard to  handle MYSELF  for another 3 months post-reading the text. A person's conscious way of dealing with the final destined moments took me aback. To know that Kalanithi had a choice to recreate his emotions by agreeing to have a baby strikes the unconscious mind of any human being. A human's living period  over the earth is destined the moment he is born. At ease, we take things and relationships for granted flowing with life when realisation dawns at the end. A dead person is terribly missed for personal reasons...hard to say these reasons are mostly self-centered and never missed for what the person WAS!! Death redefines a person.....

When writing becomes therauptic.....

"WRITING", the touch of a new pen has always excited any anticipatory lover of books, words and letter pads... Extremely in romance with the soft black ink which cuddles with any draft at ease...dancing with the flowing words at any spectrum. Any deed is therauptic when displayed with hundred percent efficacy. Flowing thoughts and ebbing emotions must be let out at any point in an individual's life. I still remember the  age old puny diary that I treasured filling in memories of secret emotions, quarrels and happiness at the age of 7. Gen z kids are exposed to 'N' number of inputs, tools and comforts for any matter. Here lies the double sided impact of technology... really scary at times, when you fail to treasure things that others are devoid of receiving. 

Even therapy has become an element of marketing. One has to satisfy the target audience when you pen down..one has to write an underlying filmscript in the guise of an ordinary scripture, one has to be SOMEBODY with an identity to possess a therapeutic writing...the list is endless...How does an individual let out the musings if one is not into therauptic writing? Yes...the answer is the age old oral tradition possessed by our land..which still flourishes in the form of counseling sessions in a psychiatric clinic. Simple things can change our life!!!

The Darling Day

Lekha mam was my favourite when I stepped into MY campus clinching Amma's hands as a 4 yr old kid..crying just because the Lilliput crowd around me was doing the same for no reason. I enjoyed crying at 12 PM everyday just because the grown up personality inside me was suffering from a severe Smell Disorder. Quite funny!!! But I couldn't control my tears as I opened the snack packed with bananas and a pale yellow fork, surrounding me with that pungent smell of multiple aromas from various kitchens. I could still smell it with the threatening voice of AAYA Aunty ...yeah... that's how we called the caretaker of kindergarten. She still looks young and vibrant with a few grey patches and wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, when I met her last month. Life leaves behind a lot of unreachable memories, when philosophy teaches you to "LIVE IN THE PRESENT" which is absolutely impossible!!!

Recreating a teenage dream

 A longtime musing states a person's  existential purpose in a world of perceptions, illusions and temporary relations. The heavenly spirit decides every karmic action of an individual..the tiny creatures are mostly unaware. Decided to commence a blogging routine when memories started overflowing in a 37 year old young mind which still yearns for my school days in Adarsh Vidya Kendra. Life was multiflourous, happiieeeeee and momentous in MY campus. I own that space emotionally still now, rarely do we understand that people you love are not  always reciprocative and grounded. This realisation dooms very late in a person's psyche when you move towards the grave......