Comedy, experience, Love, Random

Inseparable Love

inseparable_loveThe last time we saw each other was 8 months ago. I loved the way we looked just so perfect together. Not a hair out-of-place. I’d look into the mirror and feel a small smile tugging at my lips. Every time I went out, I swear there were girls who turned green with jealousy.

As time passed, we both grew up. My reflection was changing. It was time to let go. But I knew within my heart that he wouldn’t be gone forever, I knew he’d come back to me, when I wanted him to! Till then, I should try to get used to my new self, I thought.

I started to understand and discover a part of me that wasn’t pretty, didn’t get any attention, but was still likeable. Gradually, I started liking myself more. Have you heard how they say, “It is all in your head…”? Everything was normal again. The sun was still rising in the east, shining brightly and life went on despite the transformation.

And then one fine day, from the bygone depths of time, appeared a sublime image of us inside my head. It was a sign! I realized that it was time to get him back. We were after all meant to be together. I felt my defenses crumbling down.

That is when I went to the stylist and got myself the same hair-cut like the last time. Well, for now, we’re inseparable and in love! 😀

experience, life, Poetry, world

Sands of Time

By herself along
Melodies of a song
Visions of the past
The wicked spell cast
At the rays of dawn
Images of hope upon
In happiness sublime
On with the sands of time

Culture, experience, life, Music

The Wonder That is Music

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music – Aldous Huxley

Whether it be the soothing melodies or hard-core rock, all of us have sought refuge under music at some point of time in our lives. Some look at music as a hobby; for some music is their passion, while some pursue it as their career. When we listen to music, it evokes something from within one’s heart. I feel that’s what makes music so powerful – to tap into our deepest emotions that we didn’t even know we had. The impact is felt so strongly because of how much it means to you, how much you can relate to those lyrics.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain – Bob Marley

Music has the power to shift our feelings from joy to sorrow in a split second. It can bring us back to memories we forgot we had or forward to the world we have yet to create. I sometimes feel that it is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The beauty of nature and everlasting bitterness of monotony. Another brilliant aspect of music is that it manifests itself in so many genres that it can cater to the entire populace. There is something in it for everyone – right from soul melting R&B, timeless classics to hard-core death and metal.


When at live gigs, the feeling you get when one of your favorite bands come on and play that one song that means so much to you is just unexplainable. There is honestly nothing better than standing arm to arm with thousands of other fans like you listening to the same number and all feeling the same thing from it. The connection and pull that you experience is just ethereal.

Out of a huge list of favorites, with a lot of difficulty I managed to downsize it to these six tracks (in no specific order)

Thamizha Thamizha by Hariharan (A.R.Rahman)
This is song is special to me for many reasons. Debut for one of my favorite singers Hariharan and ARR in the Tamil Industry ; associated with several memories from college. This song gets my blood pumping, heart beating and a wave of patriotism surges within. The beautiful lines coupled with the grand orchestration leaves me overwhelmed.

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven
To me, this has always been a bed-time lullaby on nights when sleep evades me. This starts out with a melancholic melody and suddenly morphing into more cheerful, quicker and surprisingly even more intense than before. The picture it paints is rich and complex but it is bittersweet and quaint at the same time.

Raaja paarvai Violin by Ilayaraja
In my view, Ilayaraja is one of those composers who can tug at your heart-strings with his “raw” instrumental music in all its glory to leave one spell-bound literally. In this piece he just transitions across scales and styles(Classical, Hindustani and Western) seamlessly and I end up just closing my eyes and relishing the beauty of construction and genius.

Deliverance by Opeth
This is a 10+ minute monster track to say the least – heavy and dark as hell. The song traverses through heavy progressive riffs, acoustic portions(very less mind you), creative drumming and stunning vocals. Then there is a beast of the outro in this track which takes my breath away. Full of energy, air guitaring and drumming.

Maalai Neram by Andrea (G.V.Prakash)
The true joy of listening is not just with your ears, but to just be absorbed by it, the lyrical poetry and finally to lose yourself in it.  This is the perfect song for a lonely day – a slice of heaven in your own lonely world. The husky vocal just makes you go weak in the knees.

High Hopes by Pink Floyd
Always a trip down the memory lane when this song comes on – childhood, friends, laughter, school corridors and all the glorious moments in the past; a song of hope for the future to come. This one literally trips me and ultimately I am left blankly staring at a wall.

A fitting way to end this would be to quote Shakespeare from The Merchant of Venice

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

It’s time to get high on music 😀

experience, friend, life, Poetry, Sangam

Until We Meet Again

The clock ticks by; tis too hard to bear
When I realize you wont be here
And the only way to see you –
The mirror of past’s view

The memories that we have shared,
Over time a deep bond flared,
So unique and one of a kind, until_we_meet_again_final
A friend so hard to find

As you depart today for your education,
Seeking the epitome of perfection,
I’ll earnestly pray to the Almighty
That your victory be mighty.

Here, I am standing at the airport
Trying to say goodbye (of sort)
Later, I hope to be here again
Eagerly awaiting your plane

Twilight and resounding evening bell,
May there be no sadness of farewell,
And after that the seeming dark!
When you embark

A warm Farewell to thee from my heart,
One fond embrace here I depart
Through the sun and rain
Until we meet again.

Culture, experience, Family, life

Being an Only Child


The stereotypical only child is generally considered to be a selfish, pampered brat lacking social skills. Though smaller families are now the norm, the myths about only children continues to prevail. We are considered ill adjusted, socially inept loners. As I approach my mid-twenties I think it’s safe to say that I have grown into semi-successful (there is still a long way to go!) well-adjusted adult.

Many say that only children miss out on cultivating basic social skills. Unless a child is completely cut off from his or her peers, I can’t see how basic skills like sharing could go unlearned. Whatever social skills I didn’t pick up at home were quickly acquired in the classroom.


Are all only children spoiled? Well, the parents’ financial situation is a key factor.  Only children seem to have more because they don’t have siblings to share with. From chocolates to education, only children are the sole recipients of their parents’ resources including parental attention.  But this doesn’t imply that all of them end up being spoiled. Rather it’s often the contrary where parents take extra care to make sure that the children understand the importance of money and use it carefully.

Being an only child taught me the most valuable skill of all: the ability to be alone. Sure I had friends growing up, but I was just as content to sit in my bedroom alone reading my comic books or playing video games as I was to have a friend join me. Being alone so often at a young age allowed me to cultivate an extensive imagination. Did I get lonely as a kid? Sure. Thankfully, I forged strong friendships.


I guess the only downside to this skill is sometimes I tend value my alone time a bit too much.

“I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.” – Audrey Hepburn.

I somehow connect to this quote too well. Sometimes my close friends complain on the sudden bursts of hiatus that I undergo. It is probably a trait of my personality as well but sometimes I just need to get away from everything for a while!

Blended families create a new breed of only children like myself. I have an amazing bunch of first cousins both from my mother’s and father’s side. We spent most of our childhood together playing, goofing around and what not. I believe that I have the best of both worlds but I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like to have siblings in the traditional sense. Despite that, having had a positive experience growing up as an only child, I can’t imagine anything different 😀

experience, freedom, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

Remember to Live

Yet another day comes to an end
Spreading colors so dark
I am finally able to comprehend,
I can see the glowing spark

A declining power spreads light
Whispers floating at a distance
Screams shatter silence of night
Marking the rise of resistance sand_hour_glass

The end of the tunnel beckons me
Staggering at the end of my limits.
Roughly brought down to my knees
I relived my entire life in minutes

Lost in material pursuit and strife
To conquer the zenith and sky
Forsaking true happiness in life
Sands of time just trickled by

How much is left to be done,
A lot piled up I have to mend,
How much have I not done,
This isn’t how I wanted it to end

Eventually the sun came out
The rainbow paints the sky
My ashes scatter all about
The death of a darkest lie

Each day could well be your last
Gift, is each moment you survive
So break free of this evil cast
And always Remember to Live

Poem #9 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge

Comedy, experience, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry


Just saying the word, whew
Feels like a poem on my lips
Please let my indulgence of you
Not show up on my hips

You make me lose all sense
So dark, creamy, rich and sweet
I see you everywhere thence
A cake, a bar, a cookie, a treatchocolate

I decide to impose a restriction
We must never meet again
But this must be an addiction
Cos I just cannot seem to refrain

In the checkout at the grocery
You are on the shelves to tempt
I think I am strong and walk away
But inside I regret with contempt

Before I am home safely
I certainly end up giving in
And stop at a small store eagerly.
Dear Chocolate, you always win!

Poem #6 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge