Wishes for you!

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I'm not a religious person. I'm more spiritual, I believe. Earlier this year, I have been tested like I have never been tested before. There have been so many trials in all aspects of my life -- love, family, work, friends, self. My emotions were overflowing I didn't know how to contain myself. I was holding on to my virtues tightly.

Then I realized all the while I was seeking for material things.. until last Friday, while driving to work, I realized there is one thing that I really need -- peace. Peace on earth, peace on our hearts, peace of mind. There are millions of non-material things I can wish for you but this is what my heart yearns. Today, the 3rd of Nov - Zero Fourteen as you (will hopefully) blow the candle on your cake, I'll be praying and wishing you for one thing, peace.

I know it is not much Reetu, but this all I have to say - I will always remember the relationship we had and that was very special to me. I understand that there is no reason to be together again since you do not feel the same for me. Be sure that someone else will conquer your love, so I can only wish you the best.

Wishes for you!

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Date :Monday, November 3, 2014

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A Decade!

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I have been blogging for a decade. I wrote and wrote and I guess I am still writing. I shared my opinions, I linked to songs, books and movies I liked and more importantly, I used the blog to reflect myself to me. IMO, blogging is a spiritual practice that teaches me about faith and resilience.

At this juncture I like to say; the seeds have been planted and the dream has taken root. Now all I have to do is the daily discipline of silencing the enemy within :)

A Decade!

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Date :Saturday, September 6, 2014

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Aadat si hai mujh..

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Tumne hi toh kaha tha na Reetu, buri aadat ko chodne ke liye ek acchi aadat ki zaroorat hai... Tum thi meri acchi aadat!

I'll Be Waiting (Kabhi Jo Baadal) - Cover by Arjun 

You're beautiful

You criminal

Girl you took everything from me

Can't let you go

Like a general

I'm going into battle cause...

You stole the breath from my lungs

Cut my veins, bleeding love

Oh I still remember that scene..

Cuz I can see the tears running down your cheek

I can feel your body so close to me

I can hear the rain dropping at your feet

Cuz your love was gone

(Koi nahi.. Mita de sabhi..)

24x7, I will be waiting

Out in the rain till somebody saves me

Don't care if it takes forever to make you believe

Kabhi jo baadal barse

Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke

Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa

It's like a gun shot went straight through me

Stopped my heart from beating

No - won't let you get away

Cuz I can see the tears running down your cheek

I can feel your body so close to me

I can hear the rain dropping at your feet

Cuz your love was gone

Kabhi jo baadal barse

Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke

Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa

Tere pahloo mein reh loon

Main khudko paagal keh loon

Tu gham de ya khushiyaan

Seh loon saathiya

You're killin me

You're bad for me

So why do I feel such ecstasy?

Do you believe

In you and me

How do I stop this jealousy?

I'll never stop fighting till you're with me

I built a castle and you're my queen

Just give me a chance to make you believe it again

24x7 I'll be waiting 

Out in the rain till somebody saves me

Don't care if it takes forever to make you believe

Cause you've got to believe it...

Kabhi jo baadal barse

Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke

Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa

Tere pahloo mein reh loon

Main khudko paagal keh loon

Tu gham de ya khushiyaan

Seh loon saathiya..

It's like a gun shot went straight through me

Stopped my heart from beating

No - won't let you get away..

Aadat si hai mujh..

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Date :Saturday, July 12, 2014

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Reunion in Death!

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Sneha stumble into her bedroom almost feebly, and look at the power and presence within her. It is a paradox — it seems that suddenly the darkness in her memory and the Faith in her intellect join forces and let her stand in the door way of Will. Faith beckons her to do rather than rest in darkness — to accomplish rather than question why.. as she slowly lifts the receiver to her ear.

It's cold. Her hand, poised over the keypad, hesitates. What is the number? She puts the phone on its hook and searches for the paper with Shreya's number on it. She knows the number. She memorized it yesterday, when she finally called information to get it. It took a while for the operator to find it.

Shreya moved since the last time Sneha spoke to her. Not surprising, it's been seventeen

years.

Seventeen years -- a lifetime ago. Certainly, nothing is the same. Most definitely not

Sneha. Seventeen years ago she was young and beautiful -- and in love. Hopelessly in

love. Now, married and two children later, she's just taking it one day at a time.

Biting her lip, Sneha perches on the end of the bed, her hand once again hovering over

the phone on the table in front of her. Ever since she heard that Shreya's son, Mathan, died

in a car accident, the same thoughts keep running through her mind. "Will Shreya even

remember me? We were best friends for ten years. How could she forget? The real

question is -- would she rather forget. Will she even talk to me? Has enough time lapsed

to heal the wounds? Has Shreya ever forgiven me?"

Looking back, Sneha could see that it was all blown out of proportion at the time. After

all nothing really ever happened. But Shreya never believed that. At least not that she ever

told Sneha.

It took a few months, after that blowout scene between them at the restaurant, for

Sneha to put the hurt behind her and move on. A year later, she got married and

regretted that Shreya was not there to be her bridesmaid. Shreya never knew she had a

namesake -- Sneha's first daughter, little Rani, who died at six months old, from SIDS.

"Thank God, for Latha. I thought the world ended when little Rani died. Latha is my pride

and joy, my reason for living, but little Rani is never far from my thoughts or my heart."

Now, Sneha's heard that Shreya has lost her son, too. Sneha's sister told her three days

ago. She read about it in the local paper last week. "Oh Shreya , I wish I were there for

you now. I want you to know that I know what you're going through. I want you to know

that you're not alone."

For the umpteenth time in three days, Sneha remembers the pain of losing a child.

Drying her eyes, her hands trembling, she picks up the phone and dials the number. A

sad, yet familiar voice answers on the third ring, "Hello."

"Hello, Shreya?"

Reunion in Death!

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Date :Friday, August 24, 2012

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Renewing

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Aruna gazed out over the Arabian Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married Ram right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple, yet elegantly embroided purple saree, miniature red roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Aruna had been happier than she had ever thought possible. Ram was even less traditional but utterly irresistible in creased cotton dhoti and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The Vaishnav Guru read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort in Mumbai of India. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the traveling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.


But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the unconventional beach side marriages but for one of its equally unpopular quickie divorces.

Aruna let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?


The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees in the Sagar Upavan Park. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

Aruna sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach side park.

Later, sitting at one of the many restaurants in the city, sipping the local chai they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the small talk had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Aruna opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.

She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as Ram was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look Ram in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

Looking up, Aruna could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.

They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Aruna stood up and took Ram by the hand and led him away from the restaurant towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.

Visit Jeganology.com to get your collection of Sarees and Kurtas!

Renewing

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Tuesday, December 6, 2011

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Happy Thanksgiving Folks!

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The year has turned its circle,
The winter season is here.
The chilly north winds blow.
And we shall have snow.
The fields, show their yellow grain,
Thanksgiving comes again!

Happy Thanksgiving Folks!

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Thursday, November 24, 2011

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Jeganology

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Okay guys, today I have launched the official theology of Jeganism via Jeganology.com! Just kidding ;) What I have really done is launched a landing site for my eBay sales. As some of you know, it is kicking ass and I have been requested to have my own page for some of the special Audio related systems that I carry. So, I have launched a new form of advertising for eBay business.

When you get the time, check it out yourself: jeganology.com

And feel free to let your friends and family know too :)

Jeganology

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Sunday, October 16, 2011

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Love-Matrix?

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I can't seem to keep it off, so here it goes; Choosing doesn’t limit choices—it just changes them.

Every direction I turn, I see, faces, all colors and shapes, filled with pain and hope and joy and desperation. And I ask; What can I do? But, listen to the truth, then act. I challenge you to stop making choices based on the experiences of others. Make the choice that is true to you.

Take the initiative to discover the best path for you – even if it isn’t your original plan. While it may seem overwhelming, this is the best time to find what you’re passionate about. Take a chance, and believe in yourself. Your future starts here, jump in.

Towards the end of Matrix Reloaded, the Architect of the Matrix tells to Neo that he is the remaining sum of an unbalance equation. Like a remainder in one of those divisions that is somewhat never-ending e.g 145.66666666 or say (53 divided by 5 = 10.6) The Matrix was design in such a way that there was a need for a remainder only because a perfect sum with a perfect complete and total answer without the remainder would cause a breakdown of the entire system or program. In other words, a flaw was needed for the progression of the system.

This particular scene made me wonder; among many things, and because I thought of you today, I can't help but approach this concept of perfect balanced system would be the cause of its breakdown to that of a relationship. Take LOVE in the context of Matrix;

It is all about our choices; Love, among many is funny and relationships funnier. Though many will disagree I believe consistently we tend to fall into relationships that are harmful to us and present a pattern that we know quite well. Disclosure; When I came upon the idea and opened an discussion with a fellow friend I was told that I have a morbid idea of relationships!! So, save your breath and read on if you will and I will tell you how that’s not so true.


So, going back to the Matrix styled approach; If I say that before you begin a relationship you have the choice between a RED PILL and a BLUE PILL you may think I’m crazy. But think deeper ( for those of you who have seen the Matrix)… if we actually and truly had to dissect it; the BLUE pill represent something of a cycle, types of relationships that you are use to, whether it be the traditional chasing someone who looks a particular way; have the same shallow interest as those partners you have chosen before, or just basically you buying into what Pop-culture tell you your love-interest is suppose to be. The RED pill representing something new, enlightening, someone that can help you grow that is not very much part of the pop-cultural fabric or unique enough to be an individual, who has ambition, drive and strives to be a better person.

Most of us, and I have been guilty of this, usually will choose the blue pill to go down that familiar road, knowing full well the chances of its failure based on obvious variables are in the 90 percentile range; still yet we go there. But why? Are we so afraid of the unknown or afraid to deviate from a path that our friends may not readily accept? Do we feel an invisible need or force that puts pressure on us to continually box ourselves within the Love-Matrix? Or instead, are we so guided by the glitz and fluff of the media and celebrity life styles that we trade in our own emotional, love compass for what we think theirs are?

It’s ridiculous enough that relationships in most societies of ours are hard as they are… but its even more ridiculous that some of us get an epiphany which shows us clearly that a particular pattern will not work for us. Yet, we try and try and try futility to make it work only because the knowledge that was produced in our minds by the media, (radio, reality-TV, music videos, magazines, etc) has so etch in our psyche a concept of LOVE and the person who should love, that does not correspond to the actual tenets of traditional love. This throws us into the Matrix cycle which repeats and repeats itself much like the remainder of that equation, until our Trinity or Neo comes to save us…

I think one should always remember that we won't be simply saved unless we at least try to break away from those that influences us to form our relationship and come to terms with the person you want to be with in the long term future. Then only will one be able to choose the best person for him/her now and avoid too many taxing cycles. Strive for a balanced equation, it does not matter if others approve of it; what matters is that the equation works for you and brings a measure of harmony to your life.

And while you do, please don't forget to ENJOY yourself!

p.s watch Matrix :)

Love-Matrix?

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Monday, October 3, 2011

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Spiral up..

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As the words from the past march thru me;

"Striking,
Justifiant, Trusting, Everything,
Wandering, Marveling,
Dancing, Confessing, BeLonging,
Listening, Astonishing,
Tempting,
Deafening, Feeling,
Forgetting. "

ET Voila, yet another poem; Read it again!

Spiral up..

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Date :Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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LkPiorovaemn

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Peace is my name
Serenity is my nature.
Love is my kind.
‘I love you’
Do you need more?

LkPiorovaemn

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Date :Saturday, June 18, 2011

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A continuation..

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I am trying to figure out the reasoning's behind my impatience.. the overwhelming brain functions with all the potential subject matter swarming through my head! If one could have a panic attack at the mere thought of blogging then that is what I am experiencing right this second! It is 2 AM and I literally have to step away from my computer in an effort to calm the sudden rapid fire of circuitry within my brain.

It is funny, I have been wanting to post for more than a week now.. but been putting it aside and today when I am sitting down here in front of my PC at 2 in the morning I am experiencing this!!

It’s ludicrous! The thoughts – like young children vying for the undivided attention of its mother – clamor above each other. Ricocheting off my frontal lobes is a battle of prospective subject candidates endeavoring to be heard by me. Whichever emotion, thought, unasked question, or unspoken deed to ultimately capture my notice is then allowed the privilege of being expressed through the written word. The creation of my blog!

To me, a personal diary, some to be understood only by me. Reminding me; I am still a jiva not free of maya. Yet here I am reaching(trying) out to my atma... the ME not tied to a body or earthly existence in any way.

A continuation..

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Date :Thursday, May 12, 2011

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Earth Day!

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Mother, daughter, sister, wife,

Different roles, different stages

Each role brings with it

A new facet of feminine wisdom

She holds the key to the world

like you, mother earth

She creates, she nurtures, she endures......

Earth Day!

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Date :Friday, April 22, 2011

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Script!

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Guys,

First an apology... Once again it’s been quite a while since I updated you on my progress. What can I say but there’s been a few distractions. It’s not that I’ve been unfaithful or anything, no really. In fact I have been diligently writing, scene after scene after scene. It’s huge pleasure seeing the story unfold but with my enthusiasm comes a side effect, one that is self inflicted - page overload. Ha hA! I may have to trim it down.. but it sure is an amazing feeling to see my story come into a script! I will post more soon.


I'll give you a small prelude by saying that the theme of this story/script is that of redemption. What if you had done terrible things? What if you really did change and repent? What if no-one was prepared to give you a second chance? Would you even deserve that second chance? Does anyone? Theses are all ideas that I hope to be exploring with the characters, while wrapping it around a romantic drama/comedy? I am not too sure yet.. we will see :0

P/S look out for CaliMafia, as he is going to be helping in bringing out the musical aspect of the script :)

Script!

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Date :Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Love is Salty?!

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I'm currently working on a short story that is almost complete.. but till then I wanted to share this written by a fellow student ;) So, till the next time I be back with an original short story/post of mine.. ENJOY THIS ONE...



He met her on a party, she was so outstanding, many guys were chasing after her,while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to his politeness, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go back home..

Suddenly he asked the waiter: ‘Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.’ Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously: ‘why you have this hobby?’ He replied: ‘When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I felt the taste of the sea salty just like the taste of the salty coffee.

Now every time I have the salty coffee, I think of my childhood and my hometown, I miss my hometown so much; I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes.’

She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesick, he must be a man who loves his home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..

Then she also started to talk, she talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. that was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found actually he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind hearted, warm, careful…he was such a good guy but she almost missed him!

Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:

“My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated ? I was so nervous at that time. Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It’s hard for me to change so I just went ahead. “

“I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..Now I’m dying, I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste but I had the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you, never feel sorry for anything I do for you.”

“Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife for the whole life , even if I have to drink the salty coffee again.”

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee?

She replied. It’s sweet.

by, DANIEL HU

Love is Salty?!

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Date :Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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Kamals' God!

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கிரகணாதி கிரகணங்கட்கப்பாலுமே ஒரு
அசகாய சக்தி உண்டாம்
ஆளுக்கு ஆளொரு பொழிப்புரை கிறுக்கியும்
ஆ(யா)ருக்கும் விளங்காததாம்
அதைப்பயந்ததையுணர்ந்ததைத் துதிப்பதுவன்றி
பெரிதேதும் வழியில்லையாம்
நாம் செய்த வினையெலாம் முன்செய்ததென்பது
விதியொன்று செய்வித்ததாம்
அதை வெல்ல முனைவோரைச் சதிகூடச் செய்தது
அன்போடு ஊழ் சேர்க்குமாம்
குருடாகச் செவிடாக மலடாக முடமாகக்
கரு சேர்க்கும் திருமூலமாம்
குஷ்டகுஹ்யம் புற்று சூலை மூலம்
குரூரங்கள் அதன் சித்தமாம்
புண்ணில் வாழும் புழு புண்ணியம் செய்திடின்
புதுஜென்மம் தந்தருளுமாம்
கோடிக்கு ஈஸ்வரர்கள் பெரிதாக வருந்தாமல்
சோதித்து கதி சேர்க்குமாம்
ஏழைக்கு வரு துயரை வேடிக்கை பார்ப்பததன்
வாடிக்கை விளையாடலாம்
நேர்கின்ற நேர்வலாம் நேர்விக்கும் நாயகம்
போர்கூட அதன் நின் செயலாம்
பரணிகள் போற்றிடும் உயிர்கொல்லி
மன்னர்க்கு தரணி தந்து அது காக்குமாம்
நானூறு லட்சத்தில் ஒரு விந்தை உயிர் தேற்றி
அல்குலின் சினை சேர்க்குமாம்
அசுரரைப் பிளந்தபோல் அணுவையும் பிளந்து
அணுகுண்டு செய்வித்ததும்
பரதேசம் வாழ்கின்ற அப்பாவி மனிதரை
பலகாரம் செய்துண்டதும்
பிள்ளையின் கறியுண்டு நம்பினார்க்கருளிடும்
பரிவான பரபிரம்மமே
உற்றாரும் உறவினரும் கற்று கற்பித்தவரும்
உளமார தொழு(ம்) சக்தியை
மற்றவர் வைபவம் கொண்டு நீ போற்றிடு
அற்றதை உண்டென்று கொள்
ஆகமக் குள(ம்) மூழ்கி மும்மலம் கழி
அறிவை ஆத்திகச் சலவையும் செய்
கொட்டடித்துப் போற்று மணியடித்துப் போற்று
கற்பூர ஆரத்தியை
தையடா ஊசியிற் தையெனத் தந்தபி்ன்
தக்கதைத் தையாதிரு
உய்திடும் மெய்வழி உதாசீனித்தபின்
நைவதே நன்றநின் னை.

Kamals' God!

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Thursday, November 11, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I Write, KamalHaasan, KamalHassan, Perspective, poem, Religion

Because of you..

Explore..

In this world,
Where hate and violence roams around every corner,
And the monster inside of us wanders restlessly throughout the night,
There is still hope.
All this chaos is no match for you.
All you have to do is smile and you bring so much happiness and joy.
Even in the coldest winters,
When the lakes freeze over and hundreds of people are freezing
and the cold stretches from their head to their toes,
The warmth that you bring is enough to give them peace.
But even though this might be selfish,
You will always be mine.
My arms will always be wrapped tight around you,
Even if we seem like we are two people, we are in fact one.
We might be distanced by culture, faith and language;
But the truth is you are my other half.
We were destined to be together.
You are everything im not.
And I'm everything that you want.
Your eyes are my guiding light,
And my words, are your guide.
When we finally meet,
We will finally become one.
We’ll shine to be brighter than the sun,
and we will dance wildly in the night like fireflies in the moonlit sky.
We will bring happiness to the world,
Together, we bring hope to all.
Baby, its a fact.
You are everything in my life.
You are my beautiful rescue,
My love,
My only one.
I wouldnt mind waiting 100 years or 1000,
if i could just become your love.
Hands down, you are my Angel in this world.
I hope you never change.
You are forever always in my head.
I think about you everyday,
1000 times a day or maybe its more,
It's about every single moment in my life.
Together we shine brighter than all the stars in the sky.
I want to stay with you always and forever,
Always by your side.
We are love,
We are hope,
We are eternity.
If anybody say otherwise, they are dead wrong.
We are bigger than love.
Baby, Together we are invincible.
So lets hurry up and find each other,
so we can make this a reality.

Because of you..

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Monday, October 4, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I, I Write, Perspective, poem

Wo panaah tumhi ho..

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Why now? Why again? I really don't know or have any answers to these questions now but its there.. I thought if I bite the bullet. Take the hit. Even though it's painful, like a plunge into ice cold water, my heart and mind, like the body, would slowly adjust to the changes in atmosphere.

I was wrong.. here is my confession, I’m Weak. So for maybe a minute or an hour or for however long it takes before my pride take over once again, I’m going to be okay with not being okay. And I’m going to say that i miss you and I’m going to admit that i stood in front of your house for over an hour tonight just because all i wanted all day was a chance to see you.

You don’t survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing’s strength.

What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.

I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.

Yes, I left that door open for your return
But now I know the truth, just go and let me grieve
Don't look back; I am no longer your concern
Just close the door behind you as you leave.....

transliterating to words : I'm singing close only to your ears;
I'm speaking only to your heart;
I'm a visual treat only to your eyes;
I'll close my eyes only in your lap;

FYI - I know I can do a better job than this.. but it was just a midnight madness ;)

Wo panaah tumhi ho..

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Saturday, August 28, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I, I Write, Memories, Perspective, poem

Alive

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There are millions of nature’s mysteries;
That I do not understand nor lay claim;
The harsh now billowing west wind’s eyes;
Engulf white-tipped frothy waves and collide;
The midnight storm showers and lightning did mate;
The fresh rain melts lavender petals in my wake;
I was entranced by its walls of gloom, dark and dim;
Manhood beats gallantly finally ridden of their sin;
Be Inquisitive;
Touch it;
Taste it;
Smell it;
Feel it;
Record it with Clarity;
Be Alive to Everything.

by, Heather Mirassou.

Alive

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Friday, August 13, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I Write, poem, Share

Did I?

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Do you want me to tell you about my delight? or despair? How last Friday morning in office number three my own muscles suggested its origins, not in marriage, not adolescence or even childhood but in utero? It is not just a person’s physical constitution, their intelligence, their education, or even their social conditioning that enables them to withstand hardship.

Much more significant is their inner development. And while some may be able to survive through sheer willpower, the ones who suffer the least are those who have a high degree of patience and courage in the face of adversity. Here is a good song from a good movie followed by a poem by me.. inspiration is you :)

Naata samajhe na yeh dil mera..
Jaanu na jaanu na isako kya huva..



Did I tell you?
The most deafening silence,
Is NOT getting to hear your voice.

Did I tell you?
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before.

Did I tell you?
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.

Are you thinking of me too?

Did I?

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Tuesday, August 3, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I, I Write, musically, Perspective, poem

Inspired

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I was inspired last night and thus I share…but first to clarify your question: Yes, I moved here for some unwanted visitors to my last blog started harassing me. So, YOU must be proud to know that you are one of the very few who now know of this new blog of mine thru an invite only!! It's a secret so hush hush ok.. LOL..

Anyway it’s Monday night (or Tuesday morning as the clock ticks 2:20!!!) and I’m working at my "art" table that’s cluttered with pencils, nibs, cell phone(s) ;), camera, markers, inks, paper, peanut crackers (oh yes), and so much more. I’m tired and need to get to bed before late morning arrives. I get in bed and remember I have something important to add to my to-do list. I shuffle the unorganized stack of books by my right side in search for a sheet of paper. I come across a dusty, old book, but one of my favorites…. The Invitation. I open it and read every word of Oriah’s beautiful poem.

It shook me. Not the kind of shake you forget about in the morning, the kind that stays in your bones for days reminding you of the very moment it happened. It is appropriate now, for I ask/feel of the same; I am still in awe of every word in this poem, but particularly last night the part about beauty. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty. We see beauty in a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and shiny stones set in a silver band, but sometime we miss the beauty in everyday things, the things that don’t stand out as particularly “pretty”…like the wrinkles in your mother’s face, from years of loving and supporting you. The tree outside your window that’s ever changing with the seasons of life. The smell of your sheets from weeks of cuddling with your loved one.

Be open to the beauty that surrounds you and let it pull you deeper into life.

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.“

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

- Oriah

Enjoy life and appreciate its beauty in every moment. Ride a bike or take a walk today and appreciate the smell and view of the world …..it is beautiful!

Inspired

Posted by : Jegan

Date :Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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Tag : Adore, I Write, Memories, poem, Review, Share