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 I recently came across a song named "Frangipani" by singer "Mr.Kaber" in which he mourns over the death of his friend who was the light of his life.It's a song very different from the upcoming songs now. It's more of in a narrative style that's very slow raw and vulnerable and I loved it. What I also came across is that most people didn't like that song. But I would want them to put it in a different way instead of simply saying they dislike it. I understand not everything is everyone's cup of tea. But art, art according to me exists solely for it's own sake. Art neither exists to impress anyone nor to please anyone. In fact there existed a movement during the Victorian period namely the "Aesthetic movement" which states that "Art for art's sake". Ofcourse people do have the freedom to have their own opinions. At times even I don't prefer certain type of music or art. But I would simply say that it didn't quit...

Everything in me knows HER...

Recently I discovered an interesting fact about my own self. No matter in what position I fall asleep at night but while I wake up I'm always on my stomach but I barely sleep facing down at night. Which then after thinking hard I realised that I have been so used to sleep on my Mom's chest from a very young age that my brain only finds comfort in sleeping that way even though now am away from her. It just blew my mind on how sometimes our body just knows a lot of things about ourselves that we don't tend to realise. The fact that my body knew where to find comfort despite me not being aware of it. I am also glad that everything in me knows that where there is comfort ,there will be my Mom. Have been hearing "Don't be like your mother" all my life but I don't think they will ever realise how much I aspire to be like her in my life. To be kind like her not the kind where one forgets about their own self but the kindness that emerges from knowing one's se...

Does Grief ever leave...?

I sometimes ask myself am I still crying over that or have moved on. Then I almost laugh at myself to have had that thought and the inner me quietly says, " Grief never leaves It builds a home In the core of your heart!"

If my Shadow could speak.

 A peek into me and there she stands Tall As a tree. A part of me That has engulfed darkness. She was red once, Full of Love. But the blood dried  In no time. She was green then, Gleaming of Hope But that was a mere dream loop. She was also Yellow, Only to wither out to Brown. The Red in her dried, The Green died, Yellow stayed but decayed. So full of colour she seemed to be. But they only darkened to daunt her. They crawled in to feed upon her insides. If only my shadow could speak anything. It would be nothing For voidness and silence Were the only things that ever stayed...

More to Learn,More to Go!

Yesterday I attended a workshop that was held by the Department of English SFS. It was to discuss Dr.Nirmal Selvamony's book on Tinai philosophy. When I was given this opportunity by my professor Uday sir I was honestly confused and scared. Then when I started reading the text I was even more scared, scared about letting my professor who gave me this opportunity down but nevertheless kept going. Tinai for me is just five category of lands but to see someone look much deeper into this aspect made me speechless amazed astonished and much more.All I wondered was what inspired this great man to write such a piece. The two days discussion felt like being in a completely new world among scholars having interactive conversation with seniors scholars and it still feels like a dream to recollect that moment. Also made friends with many new people. With people from another stream ,with seniors and even had a easy flowing conversation with professors.I felt tired amidst the conversations felt...

The need to explain a NO.

I bet everyone has come across a moment in life where we were asked "Why do you dislike it?", "Why you don't want to do it? ", "Why you don't want to choose this?" and so on but do we really need a reason? This may be absurd for few but sometimes I don't want to do things or I don't want to go to places just because I don't feel so. I have noticed how mere no doesn't work but we always route for reasons. This can seem so small but leaves behind a large impact if one dwells deeper into it.Whenever we hear a 'NO' we then ask a question 'WHY' as if someone's 'NO' needs justification. "Does it really?", Is my question. I do understand that sometimes it's people's curiosity and reflex that does the job but I feel certain things should be left as it is instead of unwrapping it. I also recently came across a quote that said "NO is a full sentence" and that left me thinking and then I ...

Holy Texts?

I often wonder how holy or ancient texts have always carried within themselves silent patriarchy but ironically regarded as an epitome of morals and values for Humans. Let us take for example the epic Ramayana. We see how Sita undergoes sati to prove her chastity. Though there may be several views to justify that but my foremost question is why? Why should a woman prove her chastity and for whom should she? But people often look over it.The major event of Ramayana if asked anyone, would be the great battle between Rama and Ravana or the archery skills of Rama or would revolve around Rama's so called kindness and loyalty. But what about Sita? We barely talk about her plight. We barely talk about the injustice that has happened to her. Or worse we justify it. Sita makes me wonder whether even a Goddess is not safe in this world made for men just because she is a woman? Then comes Kannagi from Silapathigaram. People celebrate her for the love she has for Kovalan, her husband and for h...