Monday, March 23, 2009

The poet in my friend

Srinivasan aka Tall Srini as he is called, my beloved friend, recently sent me this poem, that he had penned. Ghosh, it was so simple but was like a thunderbolt too...i never knew his hidden talent of this poetic capabilites, a good worker, very humorous and a exact "vadivelu" mimic, his exhibition of this skill left me open mouthed..i thought i should have it in my blog...(won the copyrights first..;). It s named Never apt, Never can one understand the pain of another losing in Love. Here it goes -


I never saw someone so beautiful

until you crossed me.....!

I never heard anyone's voice so sweet

until you spoke with me....!

I never felt such a medicine

until you kissed me....!

I never felt I can become a poet

until I loved you....!

And I never thought I loved you

until you left me....!

Simply awesome...keep writing Srini!!!

A Horrific Phantasma....

I dream a lot. Be it a doze for a minute, snoozes on a bus or train ride, afternoon naps or the long night sleep, I dream in a nanosecond after the eyelids kiss each other.

One such morning when I was back to Chennai after a strenuous overnight journey, I laid on floor to continue my rustled sleep in the train. Ahhhh....Heaven, relaxation....Home indeed Sweet Home!!! My eyes closed to take into dreamland yet again...

"A cloudy day, sun playing hide and seek; jostling crowd in some typical Chennai 40ft road...spearated single concrete median; ricks, cars, bicycles, buses i see a big Peepul Tree at the bend of the road...wat am doing at this place??

I see a group crowding a metropolitan bus. Oh, its windscreen shattered, no one inside, its standstill in the middle of the road. Now, something's wrong here...lets me see wat's up...

Oh God!! Oh no!! spare me oh Lord, its so horrid wat am I seeing, someone is under the wheels, in a crumpled form...poor soul...."

Uuuugghhhhh...what a nightmare!!! its 8 am. Bad to wake up wid such a nightmare. I get up with this nasty dream still looming in my mind...and go brushed it while doing my teeth...My mom asked be to apply vibuthi (sacred ash) on the forehead before i sleep that night, when i told her about the dream...

Same Day - evening 4 pm :

Mom and I were out for shopping
for my new home to Pursaiwakkam. I was enjoying my bike ride in the city, whizzing and swirling, my mom doesnt complain but seldom does control. We were in Ottery, where the narrow main road around 40ft separated by single concrete medians having slum tenaments on rod the banks. Some half way into the road, we noticed cars and heavy vehicles being diverted thro' a narrow lane. This wasnt unusual in Chennai roads especially when passing thro' slums. Clashes or protests or accidents result in such diversions often. Unassumingly, we budgded ahead, when.....I felt Deja Vu. The scene of my dream unfolded right in front of my eyes -

There was this Ashok Leyland staff bus right in the middle of the road, with its windscreen powdered, no passenger inside the bus and....and......behind its rear wheel lied a still body, crushed beyond recognition...Poor soul, O god, u r so merciless at times....Some one was No More...!! My Dream, my spooked dream...I saw all this and it has happened too...wats wrong?? Is this extra sensory perception....??? How can it be so similar in the occurence?? Was something wrong with me??

I stopped my bike, I started to tremble, sweating and too shocked to react. My mom comforted me, but still I felt numb in mind. This was something bad that had ever happened in my dreams, so far only pleasant things seemed to be a Deja Vu. But now, a tragic ending....How i wish my dream never came true, or atleast i was able to save him....Most bizzare occurence....ironically, that night when I slept, I didnt dream anything...My mom had smeared the vibuthi on my forehead after I feel asleep.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Festinated Abhishekam

Kapaleeshwarer of Mylapore - a standing monument of faith of nearly 2 crore of the Chennaiites, also my most favorite temple in Chennai which I have been worshippping from my childhood. In fact, its to this temple too, to which I owe my clearing CA. I still remember the sunday morning in March'04 when a family friend wrote me down a shloka of Lord Dakshinamoorty (Lord for Education), especially the one at Kapali, and asked me to worship him with due respects. And then started my conquer over CA, which I finally made it in 2006 and the final examinations went with a lot of promises of abhishekams, breaking coconuts etc. From then, Lord Dakshinamoorty was my Hero. Nearly 3 years now after I had cleared and on one visit to the temple sometime in Jan'09, I started to bethink my fulfilling of the pre-CA promises and zeroed on booking an abhishekam on my favorite Lord D'moorthy. Rs.300 was the charges and date was fixed on the forthcoming sunday morning 10.

The bright day came no sooner and my entire family assembled @ 10. And then started the discontent.

To start with, we were made to wait for over half an hour as some other person(s) who had booked for an abhshekam on the same day, same time had not yet turned up. I had to literally pull out a poojari (priest) to attend us. Finally, they gave up the wait and started to perform for us. More than the wait, frustration was heaps due to the discomfort the priest displayed to perfrom the ritual only for us.

Next event was even more arresting - it was the Abhishekam itself. Name a fast thing - Yuvraj's 6 6s, Yousuf Pathan batting in 20-20, Bullet Train, Bajaj Pulsar, maybe even the lightenng, honestly I tel you, this abhishekam was no slower than the things I listed above. I cusnt believe my own eyes, in less than 10 minutes, the entire event was over. My God, O Lord, I am so sorry. These temples had commercialized things so much, that even the most important ritual for the God had become an event spanning the time of finishing a plate of sambar idly.

I hardly felt the abhishekam being performed, milk, water, honey, vibuthi (holy ash) were poured, applied, smeared with the background of mantras or words sounding so by the priest and then the aarthi was pointed to me, JUST IN 10 MINUTES....God! where is this city heading to?? Even paying to get the God's time doesnt happen...Pathetic than this was that after everythign was over, suddenly 3-4 priests gathered from all sides and started asking for Dakshina (holy tips), even the sweeper, i ddint notice her in my entire 1 hour inside the temple. Money is what everyone was behind. It looked like the entire temple's sanctity had been swept under the wave of money and commercalisation.

My parents and me left the temple with a really heavy heart, felling cheated a lot. Never expected this to happen in the most prominent temple of the city. Consolation or solace of some sort was the amount of prasadam that we got for the abhishekam but that too was shortlived as the person delivering the prasadam only left after I
compensated his torments with Rs. 20.

Money that I had spent didnt matter to me a lot as I blow away 10 times the charge for abhishekam at cinema malls, bowling every month. But the real questions that were left in my mind were - was it worth to spend on such activities on God in temples? Is city life become to fast for even simple rituals to shift to fast track mode? Are priests arm twisting in the name of God and faith? Or our spending natures fed these leeches?