Anubavangal: Payanam - The Journey

Anubavangal: Payanam - The Journey: கும் இருட்டு கருவில் இருப்பது போல் அதே சுகம் எதுவும் நம்மை தீண்டாது என்ற நம்பிக்கை அந்தரங்கத்தில் மிதப்பது உடலே இல்லாதது போல் பஞ்சைப்போல் ல...

We Are Our Parents

I stand in the kitchen, shouting at my son. "You know the veggies make you grow tall and strong. How can you make me say it to you everyday!"

Flashback to my childhood, and well into teenage. "Please have this beans. It tastes yummy," my parents and siblings would persuade me, unsuccessfully.

"Greens are important for making your hair grow well," I attack my daughter as she crosses her arms and pouts on seeing palak paneer on her plate.

I can even then remember how I was about greens. For a person whose plate would only accept lady's finger and potatoes, I expect a lot from my children!

"Just spend 10 min doing one subject and you will be fine."

Sigh, I wish I had done that as a kid.

I turn on my children, "You will have children just like you!"

My dad smiles at me and says, "I am glad to see your children are just like you, giving you a hard time."

Anubavangal: Jokesum Feedbackum

Anubavangal: Jokesum Feedbackum: ஒரு புத்தகம் படித்தேன் - பீட்பாக் (feedback) பற்றி. எப்படி ஒருத்தரைப்பற்றி கருத்துக்கொடுக்க வேண்டும், அதை எப்படி ஏற்றுக்கொள்ள வேண்டும் என்று...

Paranormal

Energy balls, ghost, spirits... they don't always feature in my conversations, but sometimes they are fascinating topics. There are people who vouch for their presence. My mother-in-law told me years ago that she can sense suddenly something crossing her, but it has never bothered her. Then last week, my sister-in-law said the same thing. A friend has mentioned that she can feel their presence sometimes.

The worst was when my maid suddenly mentioned a death that had happened in one of my neighbouring flats. "There was an old man in that house. He died. Sometimes when I enter that room, I can see him sitting out there."

Then they talked of the house below mine. "My daughter was working there when suddenly she fell on the floor and her eyes started moving up. I called out to her, but she answered in a different voice."

I swallowed. I neither believe nor disbelieve. But sometimes, too much of such conversation can have my imagination galloping. Seeing my face, my maid assured me, "No no. Your house is clean. No spirits here."

I herded the mother and daughter duo out. I was happier not thinking about the presence or absence of spirits in the house.

Anubavangal: Nizhal

Anubavangal: Nizhal: நேற்று ஒரு நடுத்தர வயதான தம்பதியரை சந்திக்கச்சென்றிருந்தேன். அவர்களுடன் பெசிக்கொண்டிருந்தப்போழுது சில பழைய நினைவுகளை அவர்கள் பகிர்ந்துக்கொண்...

The Mind Filter

It is strange,
The mind,
How it filters out
the unpleasant.
Remembering only
all that is best.

The past,
when it was
the present
Didn't it have,
of downs and ups,
its own share?

The future
which is
the present
throws a light
making the past
glowing and bright.

The songs one heard
The jokes one shared
The friends one had
Fights and struggles
Remembered only as
Wonderful days of the past.

Anubavangal: Agatthin Azhagu

Anubavangal: Agatthin Azhagu: அவன் நடந்து வரும்பொழுதே ஒரு தனி கம்பீரம் தெரிந்தது. தன்னையும் அறியாமல் அவள் மனம் அவனிடம் ஈர்ந்தது. காட்டிக்கொள்ள கூடாதென்று அவள் தன் குரலை க...