Tuesday 22 December 2015

The Bridge (TT #5)

Dark night...

Waited for her text and she waited for mine...

Eyes had no contact; No words exchanged;

Still the internet connected us !

- Thoughts120

Saturday 12 December 2015

The Moon (TT #4)

"Beta, you can't hold or touch moon with your hands"

- He reminisced one of his childhood memories.

"Maa... I'm going to disprove your theory"

- He said to himself as he came closer and then, kissed it...

His first child has born...



- Thoughts120

Thursday 10 December 2015

Rain : "Dance Human" (TT #3)

Has an audition tomorrow...

Must perform something unique to get through...

[Rains...]

Tries to dodge every single droplet leaking from ceiling;
Finds a new move !


- Thoughts120

Irony (TT #2)

3 farmers suicided due to drought...

2 years later, a flood danced over their graveyards...

- Thoughts120

Abandon (TT #1)

Morning 10...

Windows opened;
Cool breeze kissed their cheeks;
Their hearts awed, "Green... Green everywhere"...

Nature kept travel going;
For once, phones were left abandoned.

- Thoughts120

Monday 19 October 2015

Tenkasi Diaries (Oct 19, 2015)

Clean white bright thick lines on road;
filled with moisture making black, dark;
like the cotton candies dressed up,
Up my head are the pure white cuddling clouds;
Lush green blanket on both sides as
I travel in a cab to my cabin in my campus and then
I realize someone's spying up from the sky as
He is crying down as rain

#tenkasi

- Thoughts120 ;)

Saturday 15 August 2015

Expression Bombs

"Aaaaahhh", "Ammaa", "Appaaa", "Ouch"...

- Wondering why I've mentioned the above group of letters or screamed those words? If not, then wonder a little. Because sooner or later, these screams will soon be taken over by words with quite a handful mixture of alphas to express common itches to pinky-hitting-table-pain.

I ain't against all those 'dung' words or F-Bombs. But people, hey, aren't those awkward replacements for the normal screams? I mean, when you express your pain when you ran over a torn or when you accidentally hit a wall with some S-Words or F-Bombs; just look at yourself what you're doing. You're expressing anger; not the pain. The pain is not yet released via your mouth; you've just suppressed it. Those F-Bombs won't release the vibrations from throat as 'Ammaa' or 'Aaaahh' does. <Yes indeed, screaming needs some free throat>

Find new words, bud, to express what you got and what you think, what you experience, your anger, your pain, your knowledge, your frustration, your wrath. But not those self-offending ones. See, whatever I say, you've freedom to drop F-Bombs; curtaining it to the maximum extent is what I demand. We don't want the infants to shout 'S**t' when they fall or get hurt. With all regrets, it's happening. The society is changing from the core... No, the core is being changed by the society.

Man, Oh Man ! It's never so cool to hear a 9-year old portraying his/her frustration over another by yelling with the S, F or B words. Yet the child has a right to do so. Afterall, it's just practising what it learnt from the society, the people around it.

Hear songs; Read books; Watch movies; if wrath expressed is not in the way it is supposed to be; it doesn't compel us to express our feelings as depicted. If you think your idol is cooler when he drops a BOMB, then just remember, he gets paid for that :P You may even get fired for the same thing :P or you may be exposed to a situation where your own son/daughter is using those for silly things.

This in no advice. Just a warning sign. We're losing something. For quite a few addicted guys, stay calm; and reduce; For the beginners, if you think you're bossy or cooler that way, then think again. That's it. I rest my case !




- A #Thoughts120

Wednesday 29 July 2015

New ME

Another day passes;  
Another instance, my eyes get blinked; 
Another moment waiting to be cherished; 
Another time, dusk waves at me; 
Another night awaits my dream; 
And again another day anticipates to welcome a new 'ME'

And yet again this is another blog post   ;)

- and yet again a #Thoughts120

Will Be-s

People who express become (un)written Legacies. He who not tries to express remains as one of the sheep in the battle field and those who suppress the ones who impress become the Underdogs.

- Yet another #Thoughts120

Tuesday 28 July 2015

See You Again !

"Hi Hello! Hey there man ! Are you from Ramnad?"
"Yeah, from the blessed Rocket-Citizen's homeland".

Man ! You're something...
That bush-hair style not George's one...
That eye-brow-raised look with soft and caring eyes...
Those trade-mark wrinkles on your lotus-rose-face...
That formal evening Jodhpuri bandhgala suit that covered all the time I saw you on TVs from late 90s... 

Man! Oh Man! 
Where will I find that sweet yet strong assuring-hand-waves hence-forth? 
When will I encounter another flowering tulips like lips on just encountering a student on the way? 
Where will I find another 'x' that satisfies Scientist + President + Leader ? It'll be undefined for the time-being...

How can you pass away? 
How can you pass away like this? 
Perhaps that's what you wanted... 
Perhaps that's why your heart got tight-bolted; the race jolted in a place where you might've wanted;
Amidst the aura of IIM students jotting your words...

Goosebumps all over me, Man; 
My fist bumps hard on the lever without a cause... 
I'm trembling without a reason... May be over-reacting? Am I? No ! I ain't !
Who are you to me, Man? 
Why am I like this? 
Never felt anything like this when anyone I know till now who went to mingle with the stars... Perhaps I would have admired you as a real-live-walking-star... 
Yeah, people talking now -

This and that and those that you made;
what you did; what you dreamed and 
how you lived and how you taught and 
why you were sent here when here was nobody like you (like you !) 

I can't talk like that ! 
I'm just a plain normal non-writer who can't even express the feelings correctly - might have even played with some not-to-be-used-in-this-context words above... 

No matter when or where I'll be as long as there's a circle of air surrounding my hair, I won't be forgetting you neither you'll be leaving me... Yet I've to move on and finally,

Thank you for all those Launch Vechicles... Thank you for the 'agni' and the 'prithvi'... 
Thank you for those kindling talks... 
Thank you for the dream that you shared... 
Thank you for the smile and
Thank you for being with us for all these 83 years... :) 
Thank you..., SIR for leaving a rich legacy to cherish... 
Thank you for everything... 
Thank you :)

If the myths are real and not blind anymore, we wish we could see you again, one more time ... Until then, sayonara ;)




Sunday 26 April 2015

A Speck From Space

So, today’s round-table-brainstorming-session in seldom functioning - dormant mind is ‘TRADITION’. What is it, actually? Why to preserve it? Are there any pre-requisites to call something as a ‘tradition’? Or is it just the dust of thoughts that stuck to us on our road to ‘Modern Era’ <Modern Era – Again, What is it? – Later :P >

Just because something is old, can it be a ‘Tradition’? O.o Never and ever. Umm… Perhaps, ‘Tradition’ is an ‘Idea’… Yes, it should be… Traditions are Ideas. That’s why they’re never meant to perish even though the people who cherish those, does.
Just because it is an idea, can it be a ‘Tradition’? Hmmm… No… No no no noo…! Thinking of it, ‘Tradition’ is something that people created, with or without consciousness that once became a part and parcel of their prosperous living. ‘Prosperous’, indeed. Customs can’t be whole-heartedly followed by a hand-full of millions if those were of no good, right?

But, then again the truth be told, there were/are, instances of ‘sati’ (There are some voluntary cases too – ‘brought up’), ‘infanticides’ (no words), ‘sacrifices’ (Man ! 1000 + selective-livestock for a deity per day is not fair, at all… I mean, no consumer has ever done that, before. Do you mean, that’s why that is a ‘GOD’ -_- ? ‘Retarded’, you are. Let me say that again, ‘Re-tar-ded’ – syllabification may be wrong :P ) and many more. So, why did/does the ‘tradition’ opt for such things? Perhaps, a random old-champion-geezer’s ‘dark-words of welfare’, once said actually became reality, then. Or perhaps, a broken-man’s play in the past. Well, that may or may not be the case. Yet, ‘THAT’ something that initiated all those cruelties a long ago deserves a ‘R.I.P.’ etched coffin.

<Why have I become social, all of a sudden? O.o “A SOCIAL ME?” >

Inner-voice says, “ignore those :P Light casts shadows ;) “… And this so called ‘tradition’ has always walked along with ‘Culture’ which came to existence due to people’s differential habitual scattered all around the territory of the ‘Then’ Earth. Now, who is to blame? :P The physical land? :P Ridiculous <Can cast a Potter’s spell now :P > !

There are certain customs that are indeed beautiful… far beyond admiration… yet as simple and calm as a ‘vacuum’; hardly noticed; yet strikingly gorgeous ;) We may not necessarily save its loveliness.

“Earthworms we not; Earth-dorms (we make) – Earthly bombs” (Quote from: Paradise69)

The damage starts when people develop ‘What’s-wrong-in-doing/not-doing-it?’ and ‘Now-or-never’ thoughts for the ideas that must remain intact. After-all, it is us who created IT. And, that is also the reason to treasure it J

We aren’t bound to protect it. We have no reason to cherish it. But again, it is we who decorate our society J Drawn from the flowers of ancient ‘Tradition’ and ‘Culture’ are those small; feeble petals that we are accustomed to. We can forget those; destroy those; or we can cherish those ;) “The Power is yours” ;)

I rest my case J



- A speck from Traditional Space (A ‘Thoughts120’) ;)






Friday 23 January 2015

Pongal Celeb @ TSI-ZOHO

 It was ‘two to 02:02’ that started the gaming streak
With the ‘Don’ under the hood seeming to validate – The rangoli slates …
Some 2 week old staffs also got their hand at this;
The Rangoli thing, a girly one, hit the big guys of the ZOHO ring!
5 per team at max. then, there was a ZMail stuff;
stuffed with all those pongal recipes - orthodox kits
having the oil lamps in the name of “agazh vilaku”
three in number; with 2 plates dyed with ‘ZOHO’ badge.
There comes a team of 3 girls too… Nudging the floor beneath the cements;
Were customary too; a couple of sugarcanes might have added the fest;
4th year kiddos got some talent with their senior paving the KOLAM potent
A team of 5 trying to depict a theme… But why?
‘Cos they wanna make Mr. Juri note; with the camouflage of colours
From bricks and sticks! It was like a KG kid, bidding its drawing trick :P
Idea fine – having exhausted with the violet and green;
Took time to do what they had in mind…
The “Shankar – Boys” had a wit! Their “Rect-oli” was with some coloured stuff…
Correction: Only coloured stuff; made lines to look as if it were a graph;
A dynamic thing portraying the stance of the teams in the game!
Ah…! A relief it wasn’t ack’ed as a Kolam work :P

After a half-of-four and having some bored;
it was the Cycling – having had an oxymoron of being the slowest, the #1, 
got the attention of the viewers – the non-working staffs;
The number of the gamers (:P) ripped off the roof;
6 in the final was a cruel sieve ;) ; lot of goofing around…
It’s THEM again -_- ! Sporting instances were there;
To quote, the vehicle was made still amidst the race :O , more than a couple of times
Making us to put a “aahhhhhhh” in our face! And, wow!
It was a nice little one to break the tire in us!

Came before men is the Back-to-Front Race – people stumbled upon their backs…
Took more than just stamina to conquer this – a 20 metre oscillation of sapien’s feet ;)
As we’re dRilln’ out, our stance went within a Rack-Sack
Seemingly bad-old yucky with seams coming out almost as if to say,
“Hey bud! I’m 120 year-old young champ!” (-_-)
Takin’ it on, the game was no longer on the grounds;
Kangaroos all over the arena, it was a mid-air fight for the Parrot’s Heart ;)
Man! Can send a few substitutes for Mario - Lugie
As they jumped in a bungee way!

ZOHOlympics got swayed away by a Stick and Pot  and,
Oh God! Many started to pack them up to set out! - Nevertheless
the Stick hasn’t lost its grip, out there; a spicy pot hung up there;
to strike out the pot blindly in 1” (minute) is assigned the feat!
Some got pulled out the arena, off the spin <by you-know-who>
They were “buahahahaha ha” moments!

Event got a full home relapse; at around a 3 hrs to nap;
Felt as if we intook a diaphoretic thing;
Aspirated something like “huaaa” in the end!

As a Project Trainee enjoyed all these activities;
Belonging to the days of my granny’s diary - as I long for another venture
This will remain a reminiscence to treasure till the next one…
Or perhaps forever ;)

-          Thoughts120

(just another one ;) )