Thursday, February 15, 2018

Love Poem(story)

Love  Poem(story)

By
Saanu Puthiran

Translated and rewritten by
P.R.Ramachander




(My face book friend SAanu puthiran is a great tamil poet   and a c very great devotee  of Maha Periyava, Rarely he writes  poems  on any other  subject  .i was  very much attracted  by his poem(story)  on love  and am presenting it in english. No soul of a poem can be translated  but only an attempt can be made.0

They wanted   me  to, Write a  poem on love
Due  to my interest in love , I am   starting to write  ,
A poem about  love   as  i  understood it
It seems  living without love , Is equivalent   to death .
And  also   the one  who does  not write  about love  is no  poet at all

It seems that  love  that does not , part the lovers  even after their  death  ,
Is the   greatest   ever love,  for  even if the lovers die,
It seems    the love will not die and  would always live
 I am writing   about a love story that continued   even after  death,
With   very great  love and with   sorrow  about  the death.

It seems   two butterflies  which used   flap their wings fell in love
And the love bells which  tried  to herald  about  their love wanted
To find out  who among them loved the other  more and
It pointed   out   a well grown   lotus flower   in a pond ,
Which  was greatly praised   by  its foaming   waves

Those two darlings   who loved each other  took a decision,
That  whosoever  sits on that flower first, next day morning.
Has definitely more love than the    other   darling .
A very sweet morning  arose   very sweetly next day,
The horizon started   becoming red  ,
The sun’s rays filled up the  lap  of the lady called    earth.

The  male insect   was eagerly   waiting to sit first   on that  lotus flower,
And was waiting  the flower  to open as soon as  the light of the sun  fell on it ,
Like   the lily which dancing  opened  its petals   when  it saw  the face  of the moon.
And the arms   of the ray  of  the infant sun   which  slowly rose  to show its face ,
Up from the  mountain top slowly  rubbed it  to the top of the stem of the flowers 

The male insect   which came  near  the flower  , flapping its wings,
Much before the lotus flower opened continued  to wait     for saw ,
The pretty lotus  opening  its petals and the sun with its rays   slowly,
Moved over   the water  and rubbing   the tender stem of the lotus flower
When it touched  the tip of the bud suddenly  the  lotus flower opened   all  its petals.

The male insect   which was waiting  as if  for a nectar  saw  the flower,
And the next moment   was completly   shaken for   there inside the  lotus flower ,
The female  insect lay   dead because   to prove  its love was better  ,
It had sat  inside   the flower  in the   previous evening  itself and died,
When  the flower closed and seeing her dead, the male insect  also fell dead

It seems   even if lovers  die   their love never dies , and    the two eyes  ,
Which are  reading   these  words are  a witness  to this   fact that  their love  was still alive,
But the love   which had woken up between those  two , wanted,
That either  they or  it should live   proving   the  fact  that a  real sweet heart,
Would give her life  to protect you  but a cheating   heart   would not.

Had the love  lived along with lovers  it   would have been better ,
Than the love living  and lovers  dying  as it would  have succeded,
And that  love would have been honoured   as well as respected,
Long live love   and let  lovers   also live  along   with that love.

காதல் (வி)தை ஒன்று
எழுதக் கேட்டனர்...

காதல் பற்றினால்
காதலைப் பற்றிய
(வி)தையை
எழுதத் துவங்குகிறேன்...
உணர்ந்தறுந்தபடியாக!


காதலில்லாது வாழ்தல்
சாதலுக்குச் சமமாம்

காதலை எழுதாதவன்
கவிஞன் ஆகமாட்டானாம்

சாதலிலும் கலையாத
காதலே
சாலச்சிறந்த காதலாம்

காதலர் செத்து மடிந்தாலும்
காதல் மட்டும் சாகாதாம்
செத்தும் மிளிர்ந்த
காதல் கதையொன்றைக்
கவிதையாய்
காதலோடு எழுதுகிறேன்


சிறக்கச் சிறகடிக்கும்
இரு பட்டாம்பூச்சிகள்
காதல் வயப்பட்டதாம்!

யாருக்கு
மற்றவர் மீது
காதல் அதிகம் என
கட்டியம் கூறிட
எத்தணித்ததாம்
காதல் கிண்கிணிகள்!
.
திரை போற்றும்
தடாகம் ஒன்றில்
திளைத்து வளர்ந்த
தாமரையைக் காட்டி… 


நாளை காலை
யார் இதன் மீது
முதலில் அமர்வரோ
அவருக்கே
அதீத காதல் உண்டுஎன
தீர்மானம் கொண்டன
காதல் கொண்ட
கண்மணிகள் இரண்டும்!

இனியதோர் காலை
இனிக்கப் பிறந்ததுவாம்.
கீழ்வானம் சிவக்கத் தொடங்கியது
நிலப் பெண்ணாள் மடியில்
நிரம்பினவாம்
கதிரொளிகள்!
நிலவின் முகம் கண்டு
அல்லிப்பெண்
இதழ் விரித்தாடியது போலே
கதிரவனின் கரம் பட்டதும்
மலரத் துடித்த
தாமரையின் மேல்
முதலில் வந்து அமர
ஆவலோடு காத்திருந்ததாம்
ஆண் பூச்சி.
மலை முகட்டின் மேல்
மெல்ல மெல்ல
தன் முகம் காட்டி வந்த
இளங்காலைக் கதிரோனின்
கதிர்கரங்கள்
சிறுகச் சிறுக
நீர் நிலையில்
கோலாகலமாக நின்றிருந்த
மலராளின் மெல்லடி நோக்கி
நகர்ந்து வந்ததாம்.
தாமரையாள்
மலர்வதற்கு முன்பாகவே
படபடவென
சிறகடித்துக் கொண்டு
அருகே வந்த ஆண் பூச்சி
கனிமலராள்
தன் இதழ்விரிக்கக்
காத்திருந்ததாம்.

நீரில் மேற்பரப்பாய்
மெல்ல நகர்ந்து வந்த
கதிரொளியோன்
கனிமலர்த் தாமரையாளின்
தண்டுகளில் ஊறி
உராய்ந்து
மெல்ல மெல்ல
மேலேறி
மொட்டுக்களின் உச்சியைத் தொடுகையில்
சட்டென மலர்ந்தனவாம்
தாமரையாள் இதழ்களெலாம்.
அமுதமாய்
அருகே வந்துக் காத்திருந்து
கண்ணுற்ற
ஆண் பூச்சி
அடுத்த நொடியில்
அதிர்ந்துப் போனதாம்… 

ஆங்கே
தாமரைக்குள்ளேயே
பெண்பூச்சி
செத்துக் கிடந்ததாம்.
தன் அன்பை உணர்த்திட
முதல் நாள் மாலையே
வந்தமர்ந்து கொண்ட
அந்த பட்டாம்பூச்சி
தாமரை மூடிக் கொண்டதால்
மூச்சுத் திணறி
மாண்டு போனதாயிற்றே!
அன்னவள்
ஆங்கே
அசைவின்றிக் கிடப்பதைக் கண்ட
காதலுற்ற ஆண் பூச்சி
அன்பின் மிகுதியாலே
அதுவரையில்
அடித்துச் சிறந்த
இறக்கைகள் இரண்டும்
அயர்ந்துத் தொங்க
இறந்து விழுந்ததாம்.
காதலர்கள் செத்தாலும் கூட
காதல் சாவதில்லை தாம்
.

இன்றும்
இவ்வெழுத்துக்களிலே
அந்தக் காதல்
வாழ்ந்து கொண்டிருப்பதற்கு
இதனைக் காணுறும்
சோடிக் கண்களெல்லாம்
சாட்சி

உயிர்த்த இந்தக் காதல்
உணர்வுகளினூடே
ஒன்றை மட்டும்
இருக்கச் செய்துவிட்டதே…!
உண்மைக் காதலியாயின்
உன்னைக் காக்கத்
தன்னுயிர் கொடுப்பாள்ஆனால்
காதல்விட்டுக் காதல் மாறும்
கயவக் காதலியோ
தன்னைக் காக்க
உன்னுயிர்ப் பரிப்பாள்!
எது எப்படியோ…!!!
காதலர்கள் இறந்து
காதல் சிறப்பதைக் காட்டிலும்
அவர்கள் வாழ்ந்து சிறந்தால்
காதலுக்கு மரியாதை
தான்!
காதல்
எவர் மனமும் காயாதபடியாக
வாழ்ந்து சிறக்குமேயானால்
காதலுக்கு மரியாதை
மிக மிக அதிகம் தான்!
காதல் வாழ்க!
காதலர்களும் வாழ்ந்து
காதல் வாழ்வாங்கு வாழ்க!
- விரல் நுணி வாசம்.


No good words then and no food now

No good words then  and no food  now

By
P.R.Ramachander




(After  reading a tamil  poem on this   subject.Thanks  author of poem)

When  you   brought  hot degree  coffee ,
I used to shout   at you , “How many times,
I need to tell  you , less sugar, please....”

When you prepare  your master piece ,
The great Sambar with great expertise,
I used to shout “More salt please...”

When you   gave me soft   idlis , with ,
Steam   coming out of it  with Chutney,
I used to shout “So hard , can you not make it harder”

When You used   to offer  me crispy  and tastey,
Dosas with the taste  of heaven  come down,
I used to shout”You know, I have to break to eat  it”

But    darling   after  you have  gone   away from me,
Without   any anger  whatsoever, There  is no one,
Who cares   whether  I  am hungry or not

Darling mine, I would soon   come to heaven,
And never   shout   at you  any more  ,
Even if    you offer me salt less stone and mud.


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Kumarapuram Seshadri ayyar

Do you know   about  this Palghat  Brahmin  who  is respectfully   remembered  by the city  of Bangalore

Compiled  by
P.R.Ramachander





Kumarapuram Seshadri ayyar (1845 -1901)   was the son of   anathakrishna iyer   and his venkatalakshmi    and was   from Kumarapuram  village  . His father was working   in Calicut   as a lawer ,But unfortunately his father died  before he was one year old .His  step brother   who was only 20 at that time looked after  him .Seshadri Ayyar after  very great struggle studied in Cocjhin, Calicut   and then completed his BA  from Presidency college  , Madras.He was working in Calicut port    as a clerk and was identified  for his brilliance and sincerity  by the dewan of mysore   who appointed him  as a judicial  secretary  in  Mysore kingdom.After  serving in various  divisions of the government   and after  completing his BL  in 1883 ,m he  was appointed as the second Dewan of Mysore and for 18 years  he worked in that  post,. His period was considered as  a golden period  in theadministration of  Mysore  .He was the man responsible for
-Intitiating  sivana samudram project   which generated power   for KOlar  Gold fields
- rebuilding   Bangalore   after  the plague  by degongesting   the roads
- Staring  construction of new localities Malleswaram and Basavangudi 
-Initiating water   works at  Hessarghata lake for water   supply  to Bangalore city
-Commissioning the glass  house  ar lalbaugh

     After   his death ,his  residence  Kumara Kripa was  converted  in to the state  guest house   and  the grateful  state  of Karnataka  named one of the  cities  new extensions as  SEshadripuram  and named  the state  central library  after  him and  erected  a statue  of him in  cubbon park  front of the library building,. There is also a  SEshadri road  

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

The love story of our traditional marriage

The  love story  of our traditional marriage

By
P.R.Ramachander



(Based i on the post by my friend Vasu Iyengar . Thanks to him)

After  three  times   of serving  sweets and savouries,
I  nodded   yes the  fourth   groom who came to see me,
And at last   my marriage   was fixed  with a person,
Whom I   did not  know   at all, ofcourse  with my “Yes”

Suddenly   my life   changed a lot in my home,
My mother  who used   to be very critical  ,
Of each and every act of mine   , started ,
Showering tonnes and tonnes   of love.

Suddenly my younger sister    who was  ,
Having “Tom and Jerry “ relationship,
Became    extremely   close to me ,
And my father  suddenly started  buying all that I want.

With shopping   with my friends and   chatting and texting ,
With my   would be husband  without  limits , my life passed   sweetly,
My mother  and father   started   talking    with me freely,
Which included    even adult  cinema   material.

Suddenly  I came to understand  problems of my home,
And suddenly I felt    as if i    am stranger  in my own house,
My sister    slep daily   hugging   me tightly   while sleeping,
And some days  I became    wet with her   tears.

Even a day before the marriage  relations   started coming  ,
And every one seems to have lot of advices   for me  ,
Though  I too was   eager   to   become some one else’s  property,
I   did notice that    the faces  of both my parents looked  faded.

Early morning  , I had to get up   and was   handed  over,
To experts from beauty parlour  who troubled  me a lot,
And after that when I saw myself in the mirror, I looked strange,
And I burst in to tears  and my mother  hugged me and told me  not to crty.

Even before I could retort to mother  , the photographers   were busy with me.
And later when  smell of my pet dishes were  wafting everywhere , my parents,
Told me  that I should not  take   food till   my marriage    got over, and when,
I was being taken  to marriage stage  , I was very greatly  nervous.

When I sat  by the side  of my groom, he  was   shivering  in shyness ,
And my sister   and  my friends   smiled  in a very peculiar way,
Due to huge smoke  in the stage my eyes  were itching  but for fear
Of the kajal sprading  I had to keep quiet and my groom necame my husband.

I was terribly hungry but there  was unending   relatives and friends  ,
To shake my hand, wish me  and tease me  and at that time my back itched,
And when i was  struggling  my husband wanted  me to meet all his relations,
And after   all my hunger became  a paiful saga they took me to take food.

The meals   was a terriblke affair   , with all my near  and dear  deserting me,
And I being surrounded by rank strangers    every where  that I could see  ,

The time for departure came   and my fathed acted   as if he is very busy  ,
Avoided seeing me   and my mother   was stifling  her upcoming sobs  .
And when my mother in law , called  me I hugged my mother tightly
Never wanting to leave her  and I  was made to go   with tears making my face black.

And when me and He    were  alone in the car , I felt as if  I am breath less,
And I requested him to  switch off the AC and  open     the windows,
He nodded his head, and with care  and love  caught my hand  and pressed it softly ,

And then I closed  my eyes   and leaned on his shoulders   , remembering  the good old days .

Unarmed murder by the lord of love

Unarmed  murder  by the lord of love

By
P.R.Ramachander



(Based  on a tamil    post of Ms  Bala  Sivakumar  .Thanks  to her)

Every one says   that in  this incarnation ,
You   did not  come  carrying   any weapon.

They are   saying   since  you did not  ,
Yourself interfere  in any one’s   affairs,
Where is the  need   for  any weapon to t you,
To kill   those   Rakshasas  who came  in search of you,
When it is so , why do you  need a wepon to kill me,.

Is not your glance , which looks at me  but apppers  ,
To  be not seeing me at all sufficient    for that?

Is not the smile  that you do not know ,
Suffecient    to burn  me alive?

Is not your   sword like looks  at me,
After  you laugh at  some one else,
Suffecient   to imprison me    forever  ?

The   perfume of sandal    and musk that   you wear,
Is sufficient to tear  my heart , even if  you silently pass by?

The flute that    you keep tucked on your hips  .
Is more than sufficient to make me benumbed.

The   music that you produce   from  that flute,
Is   sufficient   to make my mind   break in to pieces.

But they say   that  you have not  come  with  any weapon.

Oh Lord  , Is any more    weapons  necessary    for you?

Monday, February 12, 2018

I lived with a smiling golden angel called Gold(Thangam) writes Meera

I lived with a smiling golden angel called Gold(Thangam) writes Meera
By
P.R.Ramachander



(This is based on a very striking sketch of her Patti by my daughter Meera . It was simply great but I wanted to rewrite it in my own fashion , as if she has written it and so I borrowed words and ideas from her write up and wrote .Thanks my daughter)
Meera wrote:-
Some one asked me one day ,
Do you believe in angels “
I smiled and told her , “ofcourse,
I have lived with one angel in my life.
That angel had white hair and wrinkled face ,
She walked slowly , I have never seen her flying,
Her laugh was gentle with a twinkling of her eyes,
She could not give boons but she fulfilled all my little wishes.
She was my grand ma , my mother’s mother and ,
That angel believed women should walk one step ,
Behind her man and she being brought up in confines,
Of her cosy nook, believed that he knew and she did not
Almost all her life , she was not without him ,
Like a shadow she followed her great man,
But she indeed had her little wants , which,
Were more to give to each and every one she loved.
She wanted to give and please do not think ,
It was in millions , it could be a knick knack,
It could be great dish she cooked , in which,
The recipe was her sweet attention and sweet self.
That angel was partial to all her children,
Her children’s children and children of all hues.
She would talk with them with her own lisping smile ,
And they would cuddle her , as both of them were pure angels.
Her ability to accept anything and any body was a miracle ,
And her open smile was the magic wand she used to wave,
And in my small little life , I have never seen anyone ,
Who did not like her or like her magic wand-her smile.
I do not know whether angels use scent but my angel,
Even without using any scent was filled with a sweet smell,
The sweet smell of LIril soap which she always used,
And I wonder why , whatever soap I use , I am never like her.
Whenever I am out of moods , I think of her ,
Who perhaps was never , never out of moods ,
Never without her trademark glowing smile ,
And never without her affectionate glance which was an ocean of love.
Possibly God had lent that angel to all of us ,
And feeling bored one day , recalled her back to heaven,
But no god can take away her affection , her care ,
Her smile and her spirit which are all there with us for ever .

Saturday, February 10, 2018

God Yama and his great doctor son

God  Yama   and his great   doctor son

Translated by
P.R.Ramachander



(I read the original in tamil by my face book  friend  Sri Padmanabhan Krishnamurthy  .Thanks to him)

The lord  of death   fell in love  with a human lady ,
And without any difficulty   they   got   married ,
When god of death    said   he was  a great rich man,
But  a  few days   after  marriage , she started troubling him.

They had a son  and god of death   loved   his  son greatly ,
But he was slowly   getting scared  of his wife   and ,
He wanted     to go away  to his land  and at that time  ,
He  told his son   who he is  and  that he wanted  his son to become  a doctor.

He told his   son ,” treat  only  those  patients   who are   seriously ill,
And when you   come to examine then  , if I am there  ,
Refuse   to treat  that  patient for   he will die   and if you,
Do not see me  , treat him for   he will  not die.

The son became a   very famous doctor , for people said ,
If he does not treat patient will doe   and if he   treats  ,
That patienr   will get cured and the son became very rich.
And once the princess   was very critically ill  and king called him,

The king told him, “If you cure her  she will be your wife ,
And you would  be the  next king  but the son saw his   father there ,
He went near  the door  and shouted “Mother   you were searching for father,

And he is very much here, God of death  ran away ,and his son became  the king

Tell father that you love him before it is too late

Tell  father  that you  love him  before it is too late

By
P.R.Ramachander

(Based  on the slide show in Tamil   of Na.Prasannan, Trichy .Thanks to him.May God bless him)






Mother  would show   her affection in various ways,
But  with a press  of oour Hand   father would show it
I have heard my mother  praising me   several times,
But father’s praise   I have heard  it only from others


Howevermuch mother  bombards  me , it never registered,
But a simple  , single frown from father would make  me break in to pieces,
I know the greatness  of mymother  by her  cooking   and care ,
But I came to know  my father’s greatness   only    from others,

 Some one said  because god cannot come himself , he sent mothers,
But possibly because he cannot give when we ask, he  has sent fathers,

Mother  has carried me within her  and  then on her hips ,
But  it is my father  who made  me walk on my own legs,
My mother   would   cry   when something happens to me,
But  the tombed   sorrow  of father, can only be felt not seen.,

My father   who used to get upset   even if my feet  knocks  on a rock,
Is some how lying   now without any emotion in spite of my sobbing,
And inspite  of all   consolations     I am not able  to understand ,
How my father  can  leave me forever  , alone  , uncared  and sad.

When some   friends ask me  are you  mother’s pet  or father’s pet,
I used to say  proudly  , ofcourse  I am my   mother’s pet,
And now only   after  he has   shut  his  eyes  I understand  ,
That I am the pet of  mother   who herself    was father’s   pet.

Ofcourse  there  are many friends    and umpteen relations,
But can any of them   be   able to be  my father , my father,
He has never adviced me  , he has never chided me, he has never said no,
But  some how  the love of gentleman with closed eyes  controlled me.

He has never   shown  that   he loved   me  and nor I have,
Shown that  I k loved him  , but today   when my tears  show,
How I loved him,   there  is no one to   wipe it away  and so,

Please  tell father  that  you love him immediately  , for he may not be there tomorrow

Friday, February 9, 2018

A student in search Of God

A student   in search   Of God

By
P.R.Ramachander



(Not at all  mine but  combination by me  of two  or three   stories   about  search for God  that I have heard. Please try  to search for god.) 

One  gentleman    wanted    to see God   and stared searching for Him,
He   first   went   and  met a  Famous  Guru   and asked   him,
“Can you please   take   me   as your   disciple  and teach me?”
The Guru   said  “Okay  let me  see   whether  you pass  my test “

The Guru then asked   the student  “There  is a pretty pond  nearby,
Go there  , see  it  and then   come back  and tell me  what you   saw”
The student obediently    went, saw  the pond   and came   back,
And told the Guru, “Sir  , I saw  myself   very clearly  in the pond”

The Guru said  , “ So  you are  not matured  anough  to study with me,
Go once more   and  again  see the pond    really  well and  come back .”
The student went once  more  , saw the pond   and returned ,
And said  .”It was pretty   for I saw pretty   fishes   swimming in the pond”

The Guru   said, “Good, you  have  improved for  you have learnt ,
Not to see   yourself   wherever   you go “ and then he   sent him  ,
To  learn  further    from his own guru  and the student went  there,
And the Guru  wanted   to  test  him further  about his suitability.

That Guru then gave  him   a   luscious   apple   and told him,
“Please   go and eat   this apple   in a  place  where no one is there.”
The student went  to a nearby  forest  where  no one  was there,
Ate  that  apple   and came back   and told the guru “Apple   was tastey.”

That Guru then said “Possibly   you have  not   searched  properly ,
I will give you another  apple   to be eaten in a  place  where no one is there,”
And the student   went  to the forest  and thought  how  his father  had told him,
That  God   is everywhere and so he returned  back   and  returned  that apple to him.

He told the Guru, “ Though  I did not   see   him     anywhere  , i knew ,
That  God was   everywhere and   so  I could  not eat the apple  .”
The Guru said so   you have learnt  not to see   yourself  everywhere,
And you have   also learnt   that a God whom you  have not seen is everywhere.

The Guru , then sent   the   student   to his  own Guru  in the forest,
Dutifully   the student   went   to that Guru  and   asked  him,
“Sir, I   want    to see  God    who is   everywhere “  and the Guru laughed,
And told him “You cannot   see him til the “I” in your mind   disappears.

The Student asked “What   should  I do  ?”, and the Guru    said ,
“Loose that I in the question , either  chanting  God’s name ,
And realising  that  you are not there  or  Do  yogic  excercise ,
And concentrate on yourself  and realizing  that  you are not there.”

“You could also search  and  identify   everything  in the world ,
Understand  that  it  is not god    and continue   your search.
Till you youself  identify him   as   the God whom you are  searching.”
And then the student though  not very clear   decided  to seach.


Thursday, February 8, 2018

I lived with a smiling golden angel called Gold(Thangam) writes Meera

I lived  with a smiling  golden angel called Gold(Thangam)  writes  Meera

By
P.R.Ramachander

(This is based on  a very striking   sketch  of her  Patti   by my daughter Meera  . It was   simply great   but  I wanted  to rewrite it  in my own fashion , as if she has  written it  and so I borrowed  words   and ideas   from her write up and wrote .Thanks  my daughter)



Meera  wrote:-

Some one   asked   me   one day  ,
Do you believe   in angels  “
I smiled   and   told   her  , “ofcourse,
I  have  lived with one angel in my life.

That angel   had   white  hair  and wrinkled face  ,
She walked  slowly , I have never  seen her flying,
Her laugh was  gentle  with a  twinkling of  her eyes,
She could not give boons but she fulfilled  all my little  wishes.

She was  my grand ma  , my mother’s   mother and ,
That angel  believed  women should  walk one step  ,
Behind her man  and she being brought  up in confines,
Of her  cosy nook, believed   that  he knew  and she did not

Almost   all her life   , she   was not   without him  ,
Like a  shadow   she   followed her   great  man,
But  she  indeed  had  her  little wants  , which,
Were more to give  to   each  and every one she loved.

She wanted   to give  and please  do  not think ,
It was  in  millions , it could   be a   knick knack,
It could  be   great   dish she   cooked  , in which,
The recipe   was her  sweet attention   and sweet self.

That angel was  partial    to   all her children,
Her children’s   children and children of all  hues.
She would   talk   with them with her own lisping smile  ,
And they would  cuddle her  , as both of them were pure  angels.

Her   ability   to accept  anything  and any body  was a miracle ,
And her  open  smile   was   the magic wand    she  used to wave,
And in my small  little life  , I have   never  seen   anyone  ,
Who did not  like her   or  like her  magic wand-her smile.

I do not know   whether  angels   use scent  but my angel,
Even without   using any scent  was   filled   with a  sweet  smell,
The sweet  smell  of LIril   soap which she always   used,
And I wonder why  , whatever soap  I use , I am never like her.

Whenever  I   am out of moods  , I think of her  ,
Who perhaps  was  never  , never  out of moods ,
Never   without  her trademark   glowing smile ,
And never   without her affectionate glance which was an ocean of love.

Possibly    God   had lent   that   angel    to all of us  ,
And feeling bored  one day  , recalled  her back to heaven,
But  no god   can take away   her  affection , her care ,
Her smile  and her  spirit   which  are all   there  with us  for ever .


What to offer to please God?

What   to offer   to please  God?

By
P.R.Ramachander

(Based on a   tamil posting by  Renugasaravanan Subhiksha Gokulan . Thanks my friend)






One potter     was making  mud pots ,
Large number  of pots  that he had made ,
Were   stacked   near   to him   and he also,
Had tied   a goat    by the  side of his work place

A sage   came and  sat near him and the potter ,
Gave  him water to drink  in a  pot   and the   sage asked  the potter,
“Are  you  looking after this goat?”, the potter  said “No”,
And said  , “This   is a wild goat  and I am going  to sacrifice it to God .”

The sage  asked, “For what purpose?”  and  the potter sain,
“Ofcourse   to please  God.”  And then the sage   stood up,
And  broke the pot   in his hand   to pieces  , collected  all pieces,
And gave  it to the potter   and said, “I am sure  you would be pleased.”

The potter   got angry  and shouted , “It is my  pot  ,
You  broke it and  you want me   to get pleased by it.”
The sage smiled , “This  is God’s  goat   and  you will kill it,
Give it to god . Do   you think    he   will get pleased ?”

The sage   continued, “God  is the mother  and father  of this goat,
And which parent   will be happy   to se their child being killed?
Again , what does  god not have?  And yet  you are  going  ,
To kill and offer   his own  creation   to him, Do you think , he will be happy?”

The sage advised, “You  cannot see  God but you   can feel him
Using  your pure thoughts  and so daily worship him,
And offer him a flower  of your love     and I am sure,

It will please him   and he will give you  all that you want.”

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

In this rat race called life , did he forget her completely

In this rat  race called life , did  he forget her completely

By
P.R.Ramachander



(I read this moving  story  in a whatsapp  message .I have   translated and put it my own words .Thanks to the  original author)

After  running   and running  ,
After   working   and working  ,
The  retirement day    came  , he was sixty ,
And  the next   day , he did not go to work,


He had   never   sat   without work  before,
And never   had    time to   talk with his  fifty   year old wife ,
And so  he called  his wife   and  requested  her  ,
To sit  by  his side  and took   her hand in his

He was shocked  to see that  her hand was  rough,
And asked her , “Darling  , what  happened  to your hand,
I remember  holding it   after   the day  of our marriage ,
And  at that  time  , it was shining    and it was   soft.”

With a pretty  smile   she told , “What shall I say,
It might be due to knife injuries   while i cut vegetables,
And also  it could be due  to  drops of  boiling oil falling on my hand,
When I was cooking or it may be  due to  my catching hot  vessels in a hurry.”

Then  he saw   there   was a big   burning   injury on her hand ,
And he was  taken aback    and asked  her , “What  is this due to?’
And she said, “One day   you asked me to bring an office  file  ,
Which  you had kept in  your vehicle and the  hot silencer  burnt my hand.”

“Hey   darling  ,”Why did you not tell   me at   that time , “
She again smiled , “Had I told you at that time  you would have ,
Shouted   at me  for my irresponsibility  and I thought  it was Okay.”

“How come darling  , I did not notice    all  these ?” he  asked,
She again smiled”The few  minutes  that  you ever  touched  me,
Was in the dark   and how could you ever    see all these   wounds.”
Tears   rushed from  his   eyes , “ True  , I was  running all the time,”

“Running so that  I can  educate  our children  and  send them abroad,
Running so that i could    give our  daughter  in marriage  in a rich house ,
And running so that you were   kept  without  any   wants”
Her smile was  pretty and tinged    with   sorrow of utmost pain.

She said , “Now only you  are able   to see the wounds outside me,
I am sure   you would never  be able to  see the wounds deep in my mind.”
“Pardon me darling  , I was running   to earn more and more money,
And I now realize   that more than a man, I was a machine.”She again  smiled,.

“Can I ask you   for something  at least now “, in a low tone she asked,
“Sure “ he  said , Then she with  shyness   and joy  in her  old  face asked,
“Immediately after  marriage , I used to keep  my head on your lap  and sleep.
Soon    after  that , you left   that  and we  both  kept our heads on pillows, Can I now ?”


He simply cried   and  she peacefully kept   her  head on his   lap and dreamt.

We two , ours two

We two , ours two

By
P.R.Ramachander

WE became two  and  they told ,
You two   and so yours two  ,
Those  two birds   flew   away  from their nest ,
We too became   we two,
We two   were once in two places,
And now both  jobless , we are in one place ,
When we too   started  feeling  bad  ,
Came the little cell  that made our world wide ,
But her  groups  and my groups   are different ,
And so  again , we  two, ours two 

  .




Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Athai Madi Meththayadi

The emotion  of a lady   trying to make  her brother’s daughter  sleep   by rocking  the baby on her  lap is brought out   by this song  By Vali  in an old  Black and white picture called  Karpagam.


Athai Madi Meththayadi

By
Poet Vali
(Hear the song as  sung by Smt Susheela   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkNptelLpV0

 Translated by
P.R.Ramachander

அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடி
ஆடி விளையாடம்மா
ஆடும் வரை ஆடி விட்டு
அல்லி விழி மூடம்மா
அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடி...
ஆடி விளையாடம்மா
ஆடும் வரை ஆடி விட்டு
அல்லி விழி மூடம்மா
அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடி

Athai Madi Meththai Adi
Aadi Vilaiyademmaa
Aadum Varai Aadivittu
Alli Vizhi Mudamma
Athai madi meththai Adi

 The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,
You  please   rock and play,
After   playing   sufficiently,
Please close  your lily like eyes
 The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,
You  please   rock and play,
After   playing   sufficiently,
Please close  your lily like eyes

மூன்றாம் பிறையில் தொட்டில் கட்டி
முல்லை மல்லிகை மெத்தையிட்டு
தேன் குயில் கூட்டம் பண் பாடும்
மான் குட்டி கேட்டு கண் மூடும்
அதை மான் குட்டி கேட்டு கண் மூடும்
ம்ம்ம்.. அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடி
ஆடி விளையாடம்மா
ஆடும் வரை ஆடி விட்டு
அல்லி விழி மூடம்மா
அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடீ

Moondram Piraiyil Thottil Katti
Mullai Malligai Meththai Ittu
Thein Kuyil Koottam Panpaadum
Maan Kutty Kettu Kan Moodum
Intha Maan Kutty Kettu Kan Moodum

Athai Madi Meththai Adi
Aadi Vilaiyademmaa
Aadum Varai Aadivittu
Alli Vizhi Mudamma
Athai Madi Meththai Adi

After   tying   the cradle  on third phase of the moon,
After spreading  a  bed of jasmine   flowers,
The crowd of bees and cuckoos  would sing songs,
Hearing that  this  calf of the deer   would close  its eyes,
Mmm,  The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,
You  please   rock and play,
After   playing   sufficiently,
Please close  your lily like eyes
 The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,

வேறோர் தெய்வத்தை போற்றவில்லை
வேறோர் தீபத்தை ஏற்றவில்லை
வேறோர் தெய்வத்தை போற்றவில்லை
வேறோர் தீபத்தை ஏற்றவில்லை
அன்றோர் கோயிலை ஆக்கி வைத்தேன்
அம்பிகையாய் உன்னை தூக்கி வைத்தேன்
அதில் அம்பிகையாய் உன்னை தூக்கி வைத்தேன்
அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடி
ஆடி விளையாடம்மா
ஆடும் வரை ஆடி விட்டு
அல்லி விழி மூடம்மா
அத்தை மடி மெத்தையடீ.

Ver Orr Dhevathai Potravillai
Ver Orr Theebathai Yetravillai
Ver Orr Dhevathai Potravillai
Ver Orr Theebathai Yetravillai
Andror Kovilai Aakivaithen
Ambigaiyai Unnai Thooki Vethen
Athil Ambigeyai Unnai Thooki Veithen

Athai Madi Meththai Adi
 Aadi Vilaiyademmaa
Aadum Varai Aadivittu
Alli Vizhi Mudamma
Athai Madi Meththai Adi


I have not praised   any other temple  ,
I have not lit any other lamp,
I have not praised   any other god,
I have not lit any other lamp,
That time   I made   a temple  ,
And kept  you  there  as mother goddess,
The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,
You  please   rock and play,
After   playing   sufficiently,
Please close  your lily like eyes

 The lap of  this aunt  is like a cusion to you ,