இரயில் பயணம்

காலங்கள் முன் செல்ல

நினைவுகள் பின் சென்றன

இரயில் பயணம்!!!

காணாமல் போன கண்ணையாவும்

வேலை வாய்ப்பு கொடுக்கும் விளம்பரமும்

ஊதியம் உயர்வு கேக்கும் போராட்டமும்

விளம்பரம் செய்யாதே எச்சரிக்கையும்

மறைக்கத்தான் செய்கின்றன!

அவன் அவளுக்கு எழுதிய கவிதைகளை!

இரயிலின் ஓசையை தாண்டி

கை பேசியில் இசையை தாண்டி

கூட்டதின் கூச்சலை தாண்டி

பல முகங்களை தாண்டி

சில மொழிகளையும் தாண்டி

பேசிக்கொண்டன இருவரின் கண்கள்

மௌனமாய்!

மஞ்சலும் பச்சையும் சிவப்புமாய் இருந்து
இரயிலும் மாரியது
விளம்பரச் சுவராய்!
தன் ஆழகை மறைத்து

நல்லவனையும் கெட்டவனையும்
பணக்காரனையும் பரதேசியையும்
ஆழகாணவனையும் அவலமானவனையும்
கண் இல்லாதவனையும் கண்ணாடி அணிந்தவணையும்
உன்னையும் என்னையும்
அரவணைத்துதான் செல்கிறது இரயில்
பாராபட்சம் இன்றி!

கவிதையாக எழுதவில்லை
மனதில் தோன்றியது மட்டுமே

P.S.: Do point out the mistakes.

Beach, ma friend...

Someone shook me hard to wake me up. After 3 days of NASA celebrations, a day long travel in train and late night movie i was really tired and pained. My body ached and eye lids irritated to open. But the gasping, fearing voice of friend forced me to wake up. When i open my eyes rubbing them, i saw him waking other two friends. The place we stayed was rented by friend of my friend. We planned to stay there just for that night.
He never cared that we are not in senses, but he continued with his fearing voice, telling Tremor hits the place and water from the sea entered the slum near. He pointed on few books fallen from the racks and speakers near. I took time to get back my sense but others were all ready direct from the bed to visit the slum and sea... I joined them.
When we stepped out into the street, i saw people rushing back from the sea side. The slum was not far, just few ten meters away from the place we stayed. We ran through the narrow street but the people were running back towards us. We crossed all double floor hard building to reach the thatched huts. When we reached the slum in couple of minutes i saw people packing their things, heard sounds of pain, defeat, fear... Fear struck me too... we proceeded further and reached the place where i could not trace it as slum or sea shore. Tsunami had washed out whole the beach and part of slums. I saw the human soul crying, the pain, the death, the loss. Whenever i hear about tsunami i hear the voice of a middle aged woman crying for her husband and kid. The horrible scene i ever seen. No human on beach/sea shore except one police constable with his lathi. The beach was flat, wet without any human prints!
People started shouting, praying louder and few started to run for life... the waves raised again to the height of a tall man. I started to run with them, shouting my friend's names, with fear. Every face had the trace of panic and tears.

But who on earth hate water...beaches?!
Chennai beaches are close to me... close like a good friend, as i told in my old post.
Though chennai has many possiblities to show it as unique city, only Beaches add beauty to it. The sound waves, soft breeze, hot bajjies. I can't miss pointing on the long roads lighted, those old historical buildings,monuments, colleges along the beach road...
I have been to beaches many times, at times alone, sometimes with friends. Except the tsunami day, all other days were best, i leave back as a new soul.
Recently i saw people celebrating chennai sangamam in the same beach where i ran for my life with others. They enjoyed their culture in the beach, they were singing, dancing, playing music, eating together, greeting each other, chit chatting as a gang with friends and family. I joined them! yeah, i forgot the tsunami day like others.
I have friends who feel unfotunate for not getting chance to live in a chennai, in city with beaches. True, am lucky, lucky to spend days of my life in beaches.
As i said in my old post, for me beaches are vast beautiful ventilator. Two places on earth i like to spend time alone, just looking at the happenings around. First come church and the second is beach. Both gives me peace. I dont pray, i dont speak, i dont sleep. I will just be myself there. I share lot of my worries and smiles with it without any words. I remember a day... i was alone to the Elliot beach under hot sun, some time around noon. Except few rickshaws which will be a bajji shops in the evening, few white clothes tied to bamboos for ballon shoot, i saw none around me. I felt i was out of earth into the water world... i vented out my worries. Thats the day i discovered a friend, called Beach.

The days i went alone, the days i played with my friends, the day i went with my parents, with aazraya, chennai sangamam... lot more memorable days there... except tsunami day :)


God created the world in seven days. After lighting the world on first day, He separated the Water and Land on second day! now water covers 70% of the earth.




To know about the more about the Chennai beaches, click here.

22nd March

Its been a year exactly after i joined with Aazraya in helping the needy.
March 22, 2009... The day i joined with them.
Sometimes, the long journey you start with will be boring, the fellow passengers may not know your language, the book you reading may bore u, the buildings and trees that passes your window will look monotonous.
How would you feel when an interesting (can be beautiful too!!!) passenger enters the train and sit in your adjacent seat?... Won't your journey be refreshed and get back the tempo!?
I felt the same from the date i mentioned above. My days were getting bored after couple of my close friends marriage... i was looking to refresh and i found Aazraya, The NGO to help the needy.
From then, most of my sundays ended with fun, friends, smile, kids in orphanage and lot more interesting happenings... Though i couldn't concentrate with them in later months of the year, i enjoyed their support.
The first day with Aazraya in Akshaya old age home, The days in new life trust, The day we had Mr. Sharath Babu for the inaugration of Kalvi Kan @ New life, The day i saw Dr. Abdul Kalam, the ex President of India, Dewali celebrations with orphanage kids, human chain at marina beach supporting UN Climate Change Conference held in Copenhagen and the fun after human chain, the anniversary celebration and etc... Lot happened and memorable days...
Thanks to all the members and friends who made the year sweet and cherisable.
It is normal to get admired by something of the train friend. May be the particular character or anything like so...
Even am admired by a character(literally u can call it as character) from Aazraya and i decided to carry it with me all through my life. I feel it as treasure and best gift.
You know what!

and in my dream... again...

I had a dream, the dream full of dreams…

Those dreams packed with past and wrapped with future,

So soft as ur hand, so warm as your heart…

Colored like rainbow, that smelled like lavender!

I traveled back to my past, to reach the start...

It started from the end and I grew too young!

I slept until noon, catching up more toons...

My pen changed to bat... my mouse vanished to ball...

I had nothing to worry, also nothing to hurry!

I just had no aim and just played game...

No date for submission and had no mission!

No boss, no job, no target, no tax, no slavery...

I ran along the green field, i smelt the cricket field!

I climbed to the little mount, i saw the heavenly ground...

The warmth of the water in the pond,

Those quick snaps clicked by clouds and

the smell of rain before every fever!

The primary school crush and secondary school love :P

Though i lost, many supports never lost...

The hands held me then, to make me win!

No architecture and no plan, the future plan!

Now, everything behind me,,,

just memories with me,

I closed my eyes to deep sleep...

Again, those dreams flied out in my dreams...

until my alarm hit my sleep...

Am growing old!

Few lines those ran into my thoughts when i was heading back home from office in train…And i didn’t try this as a poem too…
just few lines…

Again, thanks Nisha for the picture.

Then and now ...

One fine day!
when Shah Jahan was in deep thought to build Taj Mahal for his Wife Mumtaz…

Strong, well build, good hearted Selvan entered the Gateway of Madurai, the capital city of Pandiyan dynasty with more hope of winning his first trade in his life.

Another fine day!
When Indians were busy voting for Taj mahal in internet to hold its position in World wonder…

Karthick reached Chennai Egmore railway station with great hope of winning his life. He got placed in well known software office at OMR in Chennai. His mannerism resembled the young hero in the latest hit flick of the city.

After a weak time! Selvan was doing good in his business and he wanted a break for a day to relax from his business. He went to a watch a stage drama, all about Ramayana which is very rare to see in his village. And there he fell in love with Seetha, who was named Malar out of the theatre… her real name. As like her name says, she can be compared to all beautiful, fresh, soft and pure flowers.

Karthick did well in his job. All because of his dedication and hard work he moved close with his higher authorities of the department. And he got chance to hit the party thrown by the client of his company where he met the girl Shakthi, the fair, beautiful, average height, smiley girl and he fall in love with her at first sight. He didn’t miss to see her dimple when she smiled, which added extra beauty to her.

Selvan became the regular visitor to the show. No matter how many times he watched the show, anyways who will feel bored to watch his love! … slowly, he got a place in Malar’s heart. she too fall in love with Selvan. He proposed her by the unknown words from his eyes and she readily accepted him. They shared many words from eyes, all the days, everyday! Everything was smooth and fine and all smiles…until…

Karthick found her details in office data… soon he became her bus friend, they started traveling together in the company bus when they worked in same shift. They both liked each other and Karthick was already in love with her. They became friends in mail, all social networks, of course… they shared their mobile numbers. They were busy chatting either in internet or in mobile. They knew each other well now… and then it happened!

Selvan and Malar met for the first time… but to depart. Selvan promised her with tears in his eyes, that he will settle soon in his business and marry her in next winter, almost a year later. Malar, with hope and sad heart send him to his village and promised him to wait till he returns… days rolled on.. on and on… she waited all day in her door step and Selvan worked to achieve his aim… yes! they both carried love in their heart.

Now, Karthick knew Shakthi well and more and his parent too. He don’t want to wait anymore, he wanted to propose her. One finest day! Karthick proposed Shakthi by texting to her mobile. Shakthi, as if waiting for long time for this to happen, with great joy and smile, she readily accepted him. She was also happy that her parents had already replied in her favor.

After achieving his aim, Selvan married Malar with the blessings of their parents, in the next winter as he promised. They lived like they are the happiest and loving couple on earth. Happily lived ever after!

Karthick and Shakthi married soon in an year time after Karthick became a team leader. They lived like they are the happiest and loving couple on earth. Happily lived ever after!

Thanks to technology
Now, love is easy to reach!

Thanks to Nisha for her pictures.

once upon a time

Somewhere around the late 1990s. The settlement located quite far from the town. Not far when u drive on your machines on the wheel. There were few houses in concrete and bricks, very few and not old too. Not close to each other either. They had two characters in common. one, every house had neem trees at the entrance, which gave enough shade and chillness and the second, they were calm and deserted. The place was hot, really hot during summer and all because of the sun, the permanent member in the settlement. Equally the rain showed it fondness towards the people. Not always, but it filled the ground whenever it showered. The soil was red, red soil and all the foots carried the red dust to home and sometimes the dress of the kids too strained with it.
There were not much population. How much population do you expect from the settlement of 7 or 8 houses?! very few... but there were enough open spaces... they can be called open grounds, thats how the kids call them... Ground! After every rain, they saw clear rainbow, till it touches the ground somewhere far. Sometimes the people can see the hill clearly when the early sun hits the hill. Won't you feel surprised to see a hill clearly, which is 30kms far from your doorstep? The ground will carry green grass and plants, unknown plants after every rain. They increased the aesthetic look of the surroundings. And they enjoyed the wind and breeze traveling through the open spaces into their home through small windows.
Earlier i told that the place was calm, but it was not always... Not every evening and weekends. There were enough kids in the settlement to make ground active. Not all are kids! few in their primary classes and few from the higher classes. Tall and dark, short and sweet, fair and sensitive, the active girl, the brilliant, fast, lazy etc etc. They had everything among them. They were a group of nearly ten, from different places and religions and lifestyle. But they had something in common... Nothing but Cricket. Cricket is the common religion of India and for them too. They were fans of Azarudhin, the captain then.., Sachin, all time blaster,.. Sourav, the young hitter and don't wonder... there were fans of Afridi, Michael beven, Brett lee, Warne, Lara and many more foreign players too.
They spent almost all the evenings and weekends in ground. The grounds of different sizes. The small, in which telephone post was the stump. Pretty okay kind of ground in which the stumps were the 3 black lines on the side wall of the house. And the large one, which is far bigger than the international stadium.
They made teams among them, they fought well for their victory. They had fight, revenge, victory, losses, anger, smile... everything that the kids of their ages have. They had the records of breaking the windows and cars too. And when they played opposing other team from neighbor areas, they were not the same and they were together to fight. They had enough movies to see, enough topics to talk, enough new games to try, enough exams to write...
they enjoyed their life as it was... without any target, without feeling for future... Their sounds heard everywhere with the sounds of birds, with the sounds of frogs in rain waters, with the sounds of wind that dashes on trees and window curtains...
When the days rolled on, year after year, the sounds reduced.
Kids are not kids anymore, the plants then are trees now. And the grounds are filled with buildings. concrete and bricks... and no place to play and no kids with bat.
And now, to see the far hill, i have to climb to my terrace but i see only the top of hill...
I miss those days. But can't get back to it. Some days in future, i may tell this as a story to my grand children... if they are free from their laptops!!!

I was chatting with my childhood friend Karthick (one from our gang i mentioned above). Our chat remained me the olden days.Here it is,,, some of those memories and many more inside me.

Dedicated to all my friends... Karthick, Raji, Ravi, Jeeva, Sathik, vikky, dhinu, my bros, puppy, kumar and bros and many more...

P.S. And sorry if i used too many "they were".

First year anniversary celebration of AAZRAYA

March 22, 2009... one of my memorable day of my life. That was the day i joined aazraya to help the needy. Also i got more friends and felt more fun with them... In a month time i will be celebrating the day... Before... Aazraya(we) celebrated our first anniversary day on 21st of feb, 2010 @ New life charitable trust, Erayuir village... I know it is bit late to blog about the celebration, but am happy atleast i can write it now. Though Aazraya was helping the needy for more than couple of years, we completed a year now after officially registering. This day was another memorable day with aazraya,.. Though i could not spend more time but i enjoyed... With so much of kids from New life, Saradha Sevashram and my fellow friends members, do i need to explain the fun?!
Some of the highlights from the celebration...

• Our chairman Vinod's speech about Aazraya... he is good in speech now a days and his way of introducing the members to guests was good, i enjoyed it... also i don't want to miss Sri vidhya's speech in tamil on "Aazraya and me"... She was excellent and she told what i felt too...
• Mr.Muthuram, founder of Suyam charitable trust had unique way of presenting the kids and gathering with a song and dance... His presentation was unique and the kids enjoyed a lot.
• The culturals were few and best. The folk dance by a group of girls, classical dance by the kid Shakthi, the Dhooma chale by fellow member Sreleekha(the choreographer for the dances above), Shoban sab's flaring(soon u can see him in a kollywood movie song if everything goes well)... I enjoyed every programs and the best was the kid Shakthi's dance. Won't you feel amazing if a kid dance well practicing just only one day for it?! Soon i will update the videos here.
• It will sound weird if i tell i enjoyed the programs in evening sun, but yeah! the loved the evening sun, it helped me to click some pictures of kids. The sun changed the hue and i few pictures came up well.
• The smile on the face of the kids when they carried make ups done by our trust girls... Am sure they will remember the day ever... Thanks to make up specialists for making the kids smiling and beautiful.
• I felt really happy and comfortable to meet the old members/friends after quite long time... And felt good to have new members too.

Everyone felt like we were back to our school days and college days... Won't you feel the same if you have a gang of kids and friends around, also with chance to cheer up the dancers?!?! The first year celebration was amazing.


My friends cum members Viky, Dilip and Velu had come up with seperate blog for Aazraya. To know more about the celebration, click here.

P.S.
Check here soon for the video updates of the programs,
And Subas, i will take you to the trust next time. Sorry i couldn't this time.

V Day...

Valentine's day!
a day for everyone...
I love Valentine's week... because i get chance to read more articles, stories, poem etc about love.
Red hued cute pictures in magazine, news papers, web pages... romantic songs and music everywhere... and there are lot more reasons too...

But i wonder! may be you too, if u r a guy who is reading...
Y? why are most of the articles about love, every where written only by guys? boys? men?
...
Love is always expressed only by guys huh?
I didn't see any single article about love written by a girl, in a weekly magazine!
I wonder!
May be am wroing, but this is what i witnessed ;P

Fine, i have a wish for long time... to write a post in Thamizh. But I don't have an idea how to write here in thamizh... i mean without errors!
i don't want anyone to question me about thamizh and point my errors. yeah! i don't bother about English,.. and it is not my mother tongue.
Well,
here below are few lines in thanglish(thamilz words in english letters)...
anyone who wish can translate it in english and also can post it in tamizh fonts.

Mazhaikaha kathiruntha varanda nilamum,
Vaana villukaha kathiruntha neela vanamum,
Vidumuraikaha kathiruntha palli sirargalum,
Sirargalukaha kathiruntha palli maramum,
kadarkariyil, Thunaikaha kathiruntha avalin kaladi thadamum,
Karaiyil kathiruntha siru padagum,
iravukaha kathiruntha pagalum,
pagalukaha kathiruntha iravum,
ellamum en ninaivai thottu sendrana,
nan un kurunjeithikaha kathiruntha tharunathil...


P.S. Nothing good above and nothing behind the italic words too... This is just fun...

the vast beautiful ventilator

This place is not a new to me... I used to come here whenever possible... But this time it is different, Everything is different... this place is the end of the world! for me, Whenever i return from this place, i feel like i vented out all my feelings. I return like a new soul...
This place is nothing but a Beach... yeah! for me this is the end of the world, i see no land from the place i stand... i guess u too!
Not in the late afternoon... in the beach far from the city, i stand in the elevated shore, leaving the sun behind me... looking straight to the water, the end of the world... my shadow stretched to touch the sea water that tries to reach the shore...
I stand still, looking at nothing but a blue painted clear sky, and the vast surface of water that reflects the fellow sky... the sea water rolled towards me but drained back without touching me...
Looking to my left, i find my friends playing... far from me. I find none near!... no one for quite a good distance...
Feeling the breeze from the sea i bend myself to sit on the shore... sitting, my hand start to wave the sand...
Taking a hand full of sand, i start to count them... soon i lost the count, its impossible...No! its not impossible, its possible... but its infinity... endless! This is how my love for you is... its infinity, endless! i told showing the sand to the sea...
The sound of the waves and the breeze pretends like answering me in joy... Happy that U understood me...
I started to shout out my feel for everything... from my family to my job... all about my love for them to hectic job that kick me... about everything in my life... i vented out my feel...
Pretty soon... everything is fine, everything in my life...
I stand to walk back to my friends, smiling at the sea... singing to myself...
and there hE stand! smiling at me and not far from me... this man, i know him very well, close by heart... surprise to see him... he could have heard me?!?! before i get the answer, he started to move far from me, in opposite direction... leaving the foot prints...



P.S. Thanks to Caarthick for his click :)

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Chennai & the giant long steel beast

Is there anyone in this world who don't like to enjoy the view from train window?... i remember the days when i waved my hands to the giant trains standing in the level crossing. Not only me, many in this hot humid city will remember their childhood days in small towns and villages waiting for the trains to trains. Train is always special. It is comfortable, you can pass through lot of sub urban, can see lot of small huts moving behind you, lot of temples and panchayat trees, sometimes cities with large buildings etc ... also you can make new friends, train friends.
MRTS in chennai... one of my favourite mode of transport here... i prefer train than bus or bike... i can reach my destination early without getting fried up in hot sun, traffic, air and noise pollution... Chennai without MRTS!!! i would have hated it...
I love electric trains here, not only because it is comfortable... but it has something more than that... may be because it carries thousands and thousands of hearts in it... Most of my days in Chennai moved with/in train... days started in train and ended too... I not only enjoyed the views through the window, i enjoyed seeing the people inside too...
there are lot in the train, the people and their souls...
the gang of elder people, hopefully they should be train friends (sometimes i heard them speaking about the train travelers association) who chat and enjoy like college guys, the elder ladies singing bajjans, the guy who wear a watch like mine and his smile whenever he see me, the girl who travel reading her CA book, the tiny girl who travel with her guitar, the old man looking tired of his life, strict fathers, loving mothers, pregnant wives, loving husbands, exhausted man, happy going lovers, loving couples, small kids, school going childrens, boys, beautiful girls, vendors, blind people selling card covers, beggars... and many to add in the list... those faces carry smile, tears, tiredness, joy, satisfaction, love, lust, jealous, proud etc...
There are really thousands of characters and souls and people who rush for their life and aim... i feel happy to be one among them... they taught me something daily but they don't know that, sometimes even i don't know. But they teach me to live life, fight for life, enjoy life...
Sometimes when i happened to travel at mid day, the first class in the train will be physically empty... but it carries thousands of souls on it... hundreds of love with their names, proposals from boys for his girl, the names of boys gangs, girls gang too, fake phone numbers, posters for jobs and real estates, sketches and lot more scribblings...
a quote from my dairy that i saw in the train...
"i want to live in ur eyes, i want to die in ur arm, and to burried in ur heart"...

I saw an old man, who traveled from Trisulam(airport) to Egmore carrying his luggage straight from the airport. He cherished his old memories, he traveled in the trains during his college life before 25 years. He felt happy to travel in the train after 25 years.. getting back into his memories. Also i remember another old man, who advised me to give up drinking soft drinks and to drink only fresh juice.

Tambaram station is one of my favorite place in Chennai. If u had read my previous blog posts then you can guess y! if not you will know soon...

sometimes i happened to see corpse on the track...

This giant long steel beast has many stories carrying with it... and i read those...



love,
danny.

Chennai and me

Sometimes! you will never know that the place you are heading to will be your favorite place in your lifetime. My first visit to Chennai, the Madraspattinam had nothing special to make a bond between me and the city. In fact, i hate the place then. When i reached Egmore, i felt i was forced into a city of robbers, the city of pollution, the city of sun in all seasons, the city of traffic... i saw robbers in every head that moved in the platform and in every strange looks... the coolies, the railway employees, the vendors, even the passengers! and no maters where they are from. I was not aware then that the day gonna be a memorable day. yeah! the bond between me and the city started there...

My first day in the city drove me to experience the hell. That was another fresh new day for Chennai. The station was busy but i was busy guarding my baggage. The road outside the station was more crowded than inside the station. People rushing to their destinations for their work. People! people! people! everywhere... in buses, tea stalls, telephone booths, hotels and everywhere...
Everything and anything about chennai made me mad then... the crowded buses, the hot sun, the humidity that brings out the human sweat, the traffic, signals, noise and air pollution, strange people, worst roads, those colored faces of politicians on walls, those people urinating on corner walls, language/slang...
i was heading back from Chennai, i decided not to visit Chennai in my life again... not even for a day!
But today! After 8 full years... i feel i can't be out of Chennai for a day, not even for a day! Chennai is now my best place on earth. The city of beach that wakes up for coffee, the beach, the people, the travel in sub urban trains, the crowds, buses, flyovers, statues of leaders, theaters, malls, the seasonal rains, the temples and churches, aroma of coffee, pallavaram mount, burger man's burger, sweet pongal at murugan idly, landmark and food court at spencer plaza, music world, tambaram station, aazraya, Chennai sangamam etc etc etc... many sweet experiences,memorable too and few bitter...

Some taught me about life... in a line - Chennai changed my life...

i was planning to write about Chennai and i start from here today!... I will write more about chennai, my experience here, memorable incidence, people and all about chennai!

they will follow this post soon with hope that you will enjoy :)

The trip to nowhere

I switched on the fan, closing my door, lying on my bed ... i felt exhausted... I felt the tired, the defeat. I closed my eyes tight and i saw darkness, empty and nothing... i closed my ears with my fingers and heard nothing... not even the silence... i felt am out of the world... the world without light, sound and full of nothing... i traveled through it for sometime... enjoying nothing... i gave up and return when i felt that bored... my fingers out of my ears and my eyes opened slowly...
i saw the ceiling fan running at same speed, fast, making sounds like, yeah like fan... i haven't heard the sound anywhere else!... i looked at it till i get bored and i heard nothing except the sound of fan... yeah... everything else were silent!! I moved my eye lids to look at my window... i saw the curtain dancing... dancing for the silence?! but they were beautiful... and the sunlight through the window played hide and seek and the curtain continued dancing... i don't know when... my eyes closed, they made their decision, my ears stopped listening to the surrounding, even to the silence... again i traveled through a dark world, am not sure... may be empty world in black color without any sounds... i felt the peace, satisfaction... i enjoyed the trip... till am back from my sleep... "sleeping"... the best gift