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 ;)

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

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

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 ;)