! Happy New Year 2012 ! ~ ! இனிய புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் !

I take this opportunity to wish my dear blogging friends, A VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR ! Let this year bring the magic you wish and here is a poem dedicated to all my close, dear, near and far loved ones in form of 2 0 1 2 !

என் இனிய அன்பர்களே! நண்பர்களே! இனிய புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் ! இதோ உங்களுக்காக ஓர் கவிதை, 2 0 1 2 ! வடிவத்தில்…

The last day of the year ends, and a New Year starts,
We wish our loved ones, near & far but close friends,
                                        Healthy life,
                                        Smiling lips,
And beautiful hearts just like a plain sheet of paper!
Recall and cherish all those happy and beautiful times
That enriched                                        
Our lives, and                                        
Reflect upon the one that really counts for lifetime,
Because a fresh and beautiful start is waiting for us.


      There may be many, many, & many disappointments,
Some unfulfilled  dreams,  desires,  and  expectations
Those are heavy to carry,  with  worthless  fake smile
It burdens our shoulders,         distressed little cute eyes
Neither the  eyes closed,  nor mind slept those nights
Do not  put  them  aside;  Kick them out of one's life
      Because a fresh and beautiful start is waiting for us.


    I hate
 Saying the words
  ‘Let me do it tomorrow’
      Because the
     Reason 4 our
     Failures are
     These  words
     Demolish it,
Because a fresh and beautiful start is waiting for us.


We  may  opted out of many  good  opportunities,
But from  now on let us  take them in shoulders,
                                    & grow with
                                    Our country,
Let everyone  dream  big and make it  come true,
And they breathe success in every phase of life!
Saving money                                    
For the future                                  
Will never help us instead let us live for today !
Because a fresh beautiful start is waiting for us!


It is a new dairy!
Make resolutions !
Follow them surely!
Transform aspirations
Let success kisses U
SmileS are waiting,
For a chance, Win !
:-)

and here is a Haiku on New Year !

It is a new start,
travelling to achieve
a new dream this year

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I am sharing the Haiku with Haiku Heights and the poem with Three Word Wednesday #CCLII, ABC Wednesday 'Y' for Year, Theme Thursday Future. I heartily thank them for the inspirations.

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Dear Santa - Wish List ~ Happy & Merry Christmas

Dear Santa,

I used to write many letters to you in my childhood wishing for good food, proper dress, peaceful sleep, house with proper roof, video games (super Mario), and ice creams (gulfi) but today I write to you with a big list of wishes, hoping that it would be fulfilled. Fingers crossed….

1. It’s been so long since I ate my mom’s food (pappu rice) and I am totally fed up eating these stupid pizza’s and burgers all day and night here in London. Moreover, it’s almost 90 days since I ate my Mom’s delicious healthy food, so can you please gift my Mom’s food for this Christmas because I cannot wait for few more months, please Santa….

2. It’s been so long since I spent time with my close friends smiling, chitchatting, joking, and playing all day and night. I miss them a lot, so can you please buy tickets for my best friends and old roomies to London, I can spend the New Year with them, please Santa...

3. It’s been so long since I saw my nephew Ashik, he is not feeling well now and then, can you please bless him a good health for years, please Santa…

4. It’s been so long since I held Nihill in my hands, so please, please; somehow help me to hold him for at least seconds, please Santa...

5. It’s been so long since I penned my novel and it is hanging here and there, bits and pieces in chapters. I really do not find any time to complete it, so can you please buy me some time to complete them at a go, please Santa…

6. It’s been so long since I went for a lone walk in a calm street, and I don’t find any such places here in this romantic city, so can you please create a special road for me to walk for at least one hour, please Santa…

7. It’s been so long since I raced in cycles on a narrow road, so can you please get me a cycle or your sleigh to enjoy a ride, please Santa…

8. It’s been so long since I played with snow, and now here in London it is not at all snowing, so can you please pour snow for one day? I can happily play on it eating ice creams, please Santa. PS: I have played in artificial snow in Abirami Mall.

9. It’s been so long since I wrote romantic poems, so can you please fire my dream girl for stopping me to write romantic poems, please Santa…

10. It’s been so long since I smiled happily, so can you please…. Please Santa…

The list continues… but I don’t wish to turn off people with my stupid wishes, so let me stop and here I go… a sweet haiku on Christmas..

Noel a festival
Commemorate the birth of
Christ, Merry Christmas!

a poem on Christmas wish…

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas !
I think of all the gifts
That brings me immense pleasure
But nothing can bring joy and happiness of
Eating pappu rice prepared by my sweet Mom
That’s the
Only Gift
I wish
for ! !
please
Santa !
Please fulfill my wish, please….!

And before I leave... here is my lifelong wish.. (actually posted last year..)

O my beautiful God!
Give back the beautiful place
Where I lived for 300 peaceful days
Give back the joyful childhood
When I smiled for no reasons
Give back the friendly lap
Where I slept for hours
Give back the lovely day
When I slept for 24 hours
Give back the school
Where I was the only Hero
Give back the sweet moments
When I scored centum in Mathematics
Give back the narrow road
Where I raced with cycles
Give back the pleasant time
When I first felt who I am to someone
If not,
Give me the heart
With belief as weapon
That these words will come true
One day!

I wish all a very HAPPY and MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Sharing Haiku with Haiku Heights

Yours Frendly............................!

What can a sharp mind and fiery tongue can do in a sticky situation

This post won in ‘Sets You On Fire’Contest, organized by IndiBlogger in association with KFC. I thank all the sweethearts for selecting my post as one of the winning entries. Thank you for your support. Happy Man.. Thank you thank you thank you...

‘Once again you made love with your dream girl’ her words resonated with huge excitement. ‘Of course I did’ I said, on hearing my words she started to blush, so she stayed away from webcam. ‘Ohi… Please do not imagine yourself in that situation. Come inside the webcam frame.’ I said. ‘Nah... I did not’, but her eyes told she indeed imagined herself in that situation. ‘So you are going to write about your dream!’ her question sounded like an answer. ‘No. I lost the interest in writing.’ I said. She was surprised on hearing me so she was bugging me to reveal the reason for my statement. I said, ‘I am person who write to find peace in life or to share my happiness but after landing in London, I found neither, moreover I miss my mom because it is almost ninety days since I ate the delicious healthy food cooked by my mom and that’s pretty much the reason.’ She did not reply a word because she is in the same situation and that made her eyes upset, so in order to cheer her up I changed the topic after a virtual friendly hug.

‘IndiBlogger has announced a new contest ‘SETS YOU ON FIRE’ in association with KFC’ I said, ‘KFC! Wow! I love KFC chickens, the best among the best.’ She said. ‘I could feel your love with KFC from your words’ I said. ‘Yeah! I love yummy fried chickens and KFC is the best.’ she said, and I felt the excitement in her eyes because eyes never lie.

‘Hello! Lost in my eyes?’ she questioned, I smiled, ‘Just kidding! Did you win in the ‘Dove’ contest?’ she questioned, ‘Of course I do… I won several hearts with my post and you are one of those hearts’ I said, ‘Of course! You have won my heart with your words, Mr. Writer!’ she said, I smiled; she smiled, and said ‘Let me ask a question and if you answer to this then you are the winner of this contest. What is the abbreviation of KFC?’ ‘Kentucky Fried Chicken, I think even little kids know this!’ I said, ‘He he he... Ok tell me about the contest.’ She said.

‘The contest is to describe an event where your sharp mind and fiery tongue got you out of a sticky situation.’ I said, she said, ‘Wait let me tell the story Mr. Romancer! The story line will be a writer narrating how his sharp mind and fiery tongue got him out of misunderstanding with his wife that his stories were true and he had many girlfriends.’ ‘He he he... That’s an old story my dear friend.’ I said, she smiled, and said, ‘Ok ok ok… I think… A cute little baby questioning his father on how much he love his mother and that too before his mother…’

‘That's very sticky but... Nah... Enough of writing love stories and dreams. This time if I write I may write about a fiery funny incident happened in my college life, a story about my gang.’ I said, she said, ‘Fiery funny incident! Interesting, please narrate it to me... Please…’ ‘I would love to…’ I said, ‘Please go ahead, Mr. Writer’ she said.

Our college is known as central jail for its strict rules and regulations. Even if you forget to bring record to a lab, actually a small mistake but considered as criminal offense and that person internal marks will be screwed up and in the worst case he may be suspended for a week. In such environment we, a gang of ten raw students who are the best in studies, extracurricular activities, and mischief activities ruled the college. We neither bothered to stay as outstanding (out-standing) students nor about the suspensions. Actually, in the history of our college, we are the only batch who was never suspended, due to any mischief activities until that event happened.

‘Out-Standing, just like me.. C’mon tell me what happened…’ she said,

This incident happened exactly three and half years ago in my final semester. Anand (யானை), a fat sweet-hearted person who always creates a funny environment in our class once stuck in a sticky situation and was about to be fired out of my college but his sharp mind helped to get him out of the sticky situation.

‘Anand... or… ok continue…’ she said...

One of our college rules is either to write or to fill first two papers in the cycle or model test answer sheets or else they have to bring their parents to college. I know it is a stupid rule but what to do rules are rules and it has to be followed in my college.

‘Yeah... yeah... Rules are rules... I hate rules....’ she said…

We do follow rules for most of the papers but ISD (Information System Design) is an exception not because it is a dry subject but because of the stupid idiotic lecturer who handled that paper. She always irritate by assigning seminars because she don’t know even abs about that paper but she acts as if she knows everything and moreover even if we write the correct answers she evaluates poorly which adds fuel to the fire. Because of this reason, we planned to answer only for two papers for the model exams and as planned, we wrote our love stories for ISD Model exam but Anand went a step ahead, drew the lecturer picture in the answer sheet (PS: He is very good at this).

‘He drew the picture of your lecturer? OMG what happened then?’ her eyes awaited for my answer.

What can happen other than suspension? Simple isn’t it? Actually as soon as we came out of the examination hall, Anand revealed about this. I was little afraid because we have no suspension streak for the past three and half years despite our mischief activities but this time I had no hope. And as expected, our lecturer started evaluating our gang papers in the first break, as soon as she saw this she complained to our HOD.

‘OMG… What did you HOD say then? Don’t say your HOD asked him to meet principal’ she said.

As usual our HOD asked Anand and me (class rep) to report in his room. I was really tensed about the situation but Mr. Cool (Anand) was as usual stood like a pillar and our lecturer was firing at us about various issues that almost fried us as well as our HOD, he said, ‘What’s all this? Is this the way you behave in your final semester? Should I suspend you?’ I was literally dead because we do not have a loophole to escape out of this sticky situation but…

‘But... please tell me....’ she said.

But Mr. Cool’s sharp mind and fiery tongue did the trick. All of a sudden, Anand fired a question to our HOD. ‘Sir, Did you ever seen me bringing pen to the exams?’ ‘No... I myself have lend my pen on few occasions but you never gave it back’ HOD said. ‘Then how will I bring a pencil? Our mam challenged us that she will suspend us by cooking a story but I never thought she would cook such cheap stories.’ Anand Said and everyone started to think, I got the niche, so I started to shout at our mam, they shouted back at us, and we, almost like street dogs, finally HOD requested us to leave this issue.

We came out of the room smiling because his sharp mind and fiery tongue not only saved us to get out the sticky situation but also to maintain the streak of first and most mischief batch to pass out without any suspensions.

‘Wow, you guys have enjoyed your college days like anything....’ She said, ‘Yeah we did.’ I said, ‘Why don’t you write this incident for the contest.’ She said. ‘As I said I lost interest in writing so I am not sure’ I said

‘Please you should, and you will if you really love your dream girl’ she smiled. I smiled when I was about to press on Publish button and I hope you will smile when you read this post.

PS: I as a part of IndiBlogger, ‘Sets You On Fire’ Contest, have published this post. The contest is to, "Describe an event where your sharp mind and fiery tongue got you out of a sticky situation. Do leave your footprints to add a smile to my face..

Image Credits ~ IndiBlogger

Hello FM's Petraalthan Pillaiya ~ பெற்றால்தான் பிள்ளையா ? ~ fundraising initiative

Why do we need an iPod rather than a FM player? The answer for this question is simple, ‘I love to listen to songs of my choice rather than listening to random songs.’ I do agree to this because I am one of those individual who fall under this category. When I was in India, I rarely hear any FM, because of the above-mentioned reason and of course I manage copying/updating the latest songs in my mobile, but after landing in London, I was unable to find time to do the same. Hence, I miss to listen to latest songs. I opted to listen to Hello FM (Hello FM)

Within days I started to love this ‘HELLO FM ~ 106.4’. I would say I spend around 8 to 10 hours hearing to this particular radio station because it houses a wide variety of quality programs (Anjarai Peti – Kay Kay, Bigil – Suresh (I never missed this program and this is one of the most important reason to stick to this station), and Diary – Maya.). There are many many reasons to hear to this particular station which I will reveal in future posts.

So what’s the point or moto of this post? It’s Simple... I want my blog pals and readers to learn about a fundraising initiative taken by Padma Shri Dr. Kamal Hassan and Hello FM for the medical insurance of HIV +ve Children.


What is the initiative about?

The initiative is to financially support HIV +ve children towards their medical insurance.

Who and when this initiative launched?

On World Aids Day, Dr. Kamal Haasan launched a campaign, "PETRAALTHAN PILLAIYA" in association with Population Services International and Hello Fm supporting HIV infected orphan children.

How can you support?

Simple, No need to donate in thousand or in lakhs, just gift them Rs. 750 for their medical insurance. If you wish to do so, stop by here

Listen to Dr. Kamal Hassan request:

To better know about the initiative, stop by here or directly DONATE here..

Like Hello FM on Facebook or follow them on twitter

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PS: This post is published purely based on my personal interest, as I care for hearts and I believe, ‘Helping Hands are better than Praying Lips’ True or not???

Have you DONATED online??? Now it is time to shower the blessings.. Share this post either in Facebook, Twitter, or on Google + Feel free to use the SEND button (below) to help hearts

Image and Sound Credits: Hello FM

~ gone are those days ~

It’s been so long since I penned a poem and my poetic muse was almost dying because of my continuous fiction writing. Even my close blogging friends advised me to concentrate a little on my poetic muse too but I was unable to find any inspiration, but today when I read few prompt lines, I decided to express the feelings of a woman whom I met last week in a party. She was completely drunk and she shared her inside feelings about her hubby, and his previous relationships, but she was very positive that someday her hubby would love her completely. And as the quote says, "Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward." - Victor Kiam, she was positive, but her tear-filled yearning eyes have given me the inspiration to pen this poem.

Gone are those sentimental, emotional romantic days,
Passionate, engaged and beautiful good-looking girls;

Fell in love with him madly, heartily, deeply and truly,
But entertainment and amusements was love for him sadly;

Preference was given to glistening flesh instead of soul,
Four-letter word was a cover for the flesh-eating animal;

Love, sex, break-up and love again was his mantra forever,
Longing for Love, girls do all for this animal, but do ever;

He loved, or just for the fun, he was making love with angels,
And lived alone in life, tasting flesh until I became his smiles;

Am I his destiny or just because he needs a partner, I am?
Confused... but gone are those days when he was young; calm,

I said to myself, beautiful life is a dream for a guy and girl for long,
Though the dream may fail but I should be ready to face all along;

Life of a playboy’s wife is not easy to live as we read, but I pray,
Gone are those days he never needed anyone, and his prey pray,

Time can change things, and he will love me, only me, ever and forever,
Gone are those stupid, non-sense, and worst days of his life ever.

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I am sharing this post with Carry on Tuesday #133, It's Thursday #82, ABC Wednesday 'T' for Time, Theme Thursday Inside. I heartily thank them for the inspirations.

Image Credits: Google Images

Why This Kolaveri Di ?

A boy sees a beautiful girl, falls in love with her blindly, and proposes her immediately. She will say, ‘No’ at first, then she may accept him later or else she may reject. In that case the boy starts growing beard, drink beer, smoke or if he is intelligent, he may consider her as his inspiration for his life. In some cases, he may sing his anguish. Here is a song which can be singed in such situations, ‘Why this Kolaveri di?’, is a highly popular song and it is a rage among millions of students and youngsters, especially in blogs, social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter and video sharing site like You Tube. It is from the movie ‘3’, starring Dhanush and Shruthi Hassan, directed by Aishwarya Dhanush is yet to be released. I loved the song so so much and that’s the reason I am sharing the same here... Watch the different formats of videos and its response here...

This one is Dhanush singing in studios; watch it to wipe your tears…

Mr. Dhanush, Ms. Shurthi Hassan, Ms.Aishwarya Dhanush performing kolaveri live...

Mr. Dhanush performing kolaveri live Zee Tv...

Featuring Naveen Nigam… rocking performance...

Roy Karma Featuring kolaveri...Official Female version OMG... Why this kolaveri da?

Cute girl ~ rock dance ~ Featuring kolaveri...

Here is a female version of the song (UnOFFICIAL) made by a troop...

Mr. Bean Featuring kolaveri...

Here is a kutti (Chottu) enjoying the song...

Two cute beautiful girls singing and dancing kolaveri

Girls Version Lyrics

Tom and Jerry Featuring kolaveri...

Chipmunk version of kolaveri

Gujarthi version of kolaveri...

Here is the IT Version of the song...

Students version of kolaveri

hey students m singing song..
exam song..
flop song..
why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di
rhythm correct
why this examveri examveri examveri di
maintain please
why this examveri examveri examveri ..di

longu questionu paperu-u paper-u
paperu-u color-u white-u
white background letter-u letter-u
letter-u color-u black-u

why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di

white skin-u mam-u mam-u
mam-u heart-u black-u
exam-u exam-u meet-u meet-u
myu future dark

why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di

maama notes eduthuko
apdiye kaila bitta eduthuko
pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan
sariya vaasi
super maama ready
ready 1 2 3 4

whaa wat a change over maama

ok maama now tune change-u

kaila paper
only english..

hand la paper
paper la hellu
eyes-u full-aa tear-u
empty life-u
examu-u come-u
life reverse gear-u
mamu mamu..
oh my mamu..
you showed me bouv-u
cow-u cow-u holi cow-u
i want answeru now-u

god i m dying now-u
invigilator is happy how-u

this song for school student-u
we dont have choice-u

why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di
why this examveri examveri examveri di


Do you like this song? If you, then Like this page also, 'Why this kolaveri di?'. Stats: This song with casual lyrics that came out just eight days ago has already notched up 18,50,000 hits on YouTube, and with over 8 M links shared on Facebook it is rocking all over the world.

Love to read the lyrics +-- Click here ..

Yo boys i am sing song...
Soup song..
Flop song..
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
rhythm correct
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Maintain please..
Why this kolaveri...... aaa di?

Distance la moon-u moon-u,
Moon-u color-u white-u,
White background night-u nigth-u,
Night-u color-u black-u,
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?

White skin-u girl-u girl-u,
Girl-u heart-u black-u,
Eyes-u eyes-u meet-u meet-u,
My future dark,
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?

Maama notes eduthuko,
Appadiye kaiyla snacks eduthuko,
Pa pa pa ppaan- pa pa pa ppaan- pa pa paan pa pa pa ppaan
Sariyaa vaasi..
Super maama ready..
Ready oneee twooo three four.
Whaa wat-a change over maama

Ok maama now tune change-u
Kaila glassu.. Only english..

Handula glass-u,
Glass-la scotch-u
Eyes-u full-aa tear-u
Empty life-u Girl-u come-u Life reverse gear-u

Lovvu lovvu Oh my lovvu, You showed me bouv-u
Cow-u cow-u holy cow-u, I want u hear now-u

God i m dying now-u She is happy how-u

This-u song-u for soup boys-u,
We dont have choice-u

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?

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The meaning of the song is rather simple and is written in the easiest form of Tanglish, a mixture of Tamil and English. The lyrics portray the feelings of an average Indian boy, who has failed in love, or who has some problems with his girl. Almost everyone can understand this song, anyways here are the meaning for few words: "Kolaveri" - Killer rage or Murderous Rage,"Soup Song" - Love failure Song,"Soup Boys" - Boys who failed in love. If you need to know the meaning of any more words let me know so that I will add it here.. Keep Enjoying..

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Inspired by the song I wish to pen down a Naisaiku after a long time

Let light's be switched off
I want to anguish in tears
Her words rip my heart

WHY THIS KOLAVERI DI?

Her words rip my heart
I want to anguish in tears
Let light's be switched off

PS: I am sharing the post with Carry On Tuesday #132 - LOVE IS BLIND, and haiku with Haiku Heights #96 - LIGHT and Haiku My Heart

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Credits: Videos - You Tube, Stats - Google News

Suicide ~ THINk abouT iT...

‘Koibitou! I am leaving’ I said as soon as I reached the home.

‘Leaving, at this time of the night?’ she said with a puzzled look. Nodding my head, I said, ‘To a nightclub, to celebrate one of our colleagues birthday and to taste different flavors of girls’

‘If we live in London that doesn’t mean you have to follow Western culture, still you have to value our culture and should remember that you have a wife who loves you all day and night’ she said angrily, ‘I do remember it but still I love to taste different flavours, bye bye Isha.’ I said before locking the door.

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11:00 PM ~ WTF! He wants to taste different flavors of girls just within three months of our marriage life. I am going mad; I gazed at the mirror for an hour grumbling, ‘Am I not looking good?’ Later I realized I forgot to have my dinner also and now I do not have mood to go out of this room because I have heard very bad things about clubs and...

12:30 ~ WTF! Why I am so worried? I am sure he will never do such type of non-sense but who knows how he will react after consuming alcohol. I cannot think of him with some other girls, I am going mad.

02:30 ~ WTF! He is not even picking my call. Why the hell he married me? Is he with some girls doing some non-sense things? Oh my God, my head is aching.

03:00 ~ WTF! I cannot handle this pressure at all and I do not want to. What if he had xxx with some girl after boozing a lot and if it happens, I cannot imagine a life with him.

04:00 ~ That’s it... I am sure he is ditching my life that is why he is not even picking my 100th call also and I cannot compromise on this. Let me die…

04:30 ~ Should I commit suicide? Is he playing with me or ditching my life? Ahhhhhhh……………

04:45 ~ I want to die... I should…
04:51 ~ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… It is better to die but...

04:55 ~ I should call anyone of my friend before taking any stupid decisions, let me call Sangee,

‘Sangee....’
‘Hey... How are you’ she said
‘Ok....’ ‘Hey... Is something wrong with you?’ she said,
‘Everything... I thought I should commit suicide but I do not have guts to do it. I want to live.’
‘Are you nuts? Don’t speak like a stupid and don’t even think of such stupid things.’
‘I am not so stupid’
‘Why the hell you want to? Just give the phone to your hubby.’ She shouted like a banshee.
‘He is sleeping. Listen, I won’t do such stupid things, I promise and please don’t tell this to anyone, please.’
‘No, I am not going to believe you. Please give the phone to your hubby.’ She insisted,
‘Hey... I am fine idiot.’
‘I am very much worried about you. Please, please don’t try to be stupid.’
‘Sure. I won’t be, Bye.’

How can I say her that he is sleeping or doing some non-sense with someone else in a nightclub? I closed my eyes to thank God because I did the right thing otherwise I would have been dead now. Let me try to sleep or at least to close my eyes.

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Oops, it is five in the morning and I suppose she should be sleeping peacefully, so l opened the door without making any noise. I kept my things in the sofa, took a fresh bathe, before entering the bedroom.

‘Hey Koibitou! What made you to wake up so early?’ I said, but there was no response from her.

‘Hey, are you ok?’ First, I said carelessly, later I noticed her sleepless eyes. ‘Isha, are you ok dear. Did you sleep properly?’ I said, ‘Hannn’ she said…

‘What’s wrong with you?’ I said touching her shoulder, ‘Everything… Please don’t touch me, please’ she shouted…

‘WTF!’ I said,

‘Yeah! WTF and why the fuck you want to touch me? Anyhow you want to taste different flavors right’ she shouted,

‘Are you nuts?’ I said, ‘I am, that’s why I married you.’ she shouted with tears.

‘You are’ I shouted angrily, ‘I am… I am…’ she cried. I went to bed ignoring her because if I speak even a word more she may shout like anything.

I as usual woke up thinking she was sleeping next to me but she was not. I started to shiver so searched in all the places other than kitchen but later found her cooking in the kitchen, so felt relaxed.

‘Good Morning!’ I said,
‘Good Morning. Are your friends coming for lunch?’ she said with so much of hatred.

‘Yes’, I frowned, left the kitchen without helping her in cooking. As planned, my friends reached my home on time and they were cracking jokes. All of a sudden, one of my friends started teasing me, ‘Why did you come to nightclub? Just to stand in one corner and watch us enjoying, instead you would have stayed in your home itself’ everyone laughed.

‘What he was doing in the corner?’ Isha asked with so much of curiosity.

‘He didn’t do anything that is our biggest worry. You know what, a completely drunk pretty girl came to him and asked ‘Are you my boy friend?’ he is answering ‘No, I am not’. What an idiot you are? And you are not supposed to love your wife to that extent dude’, everyone laughed at me and it continued until they started from my house.

‘I am sorry dear. I am sorry, please.’ she said as soon as my friends left our place.

‘I don’t want to hear a single word from a person who failed to trust me.’ I frowned at her.

‘But... Please….’, ‘I don’t want to hear a single word from you,’ I frowned once again at her. She pushed me on the bed, sat on me and said, ‘Please hubby… Forgive me…’

I pushed her down shouting, ‘Get lost....’ loudly, ‘but, I love you’ in silence.

‘I should have committed suicide. Why the fuck I called her?’ she said in disgust.

‘What did you say?’ I stressed my words,

‘Sorry, I was not able to handle the stress so I about to hang myself but luckily I called my friend Sangee’ she said in a low tone.

On hearing those words, blood rushed to my brain instantly and I slapped her with huge power. ‘Are you nuts? Don’t you know the value of life?’ I shouted like a banshee but she did not utter a single word and that ignited me.

“I am leaving this awful world, Good Bye”, I text her friend, and changed the profile to silent mode. She was completely shocked on seeing this and said, ‘Hubby, don’t play like this. I am afraid.’

I laughed, ‘Just because I said I want to taste different flavors you want to commit suicide? Are you nuts’ I shouted, ‘No... No... I dialed your number many times but you were not picking my call, that’s why.’ She said in a pleading tone.

‘Don’t you know this is my office number?’ ‘No... I didn’t realize it....’ she said. ‘The point is not about picking your call or you accidentally called the other number, but, tell me, why the hell you want to commit suicide?’ I shouted.

‘No... No... I actually’... ‘Stop, I will fill full your desire but don’t shout.’ I said like a haunted human being and in no time I tied her legs with clothe, she look frightened so started to plead me but I went ahead and tied her hands behind her back.

‘Why are you looking so frightened? Don’t be so I am just helping you to commit suicide.’ I said like a human devil. She stated to cry, and said, ‘Please don’t act like a stupid. I want to live with you, please.’ I was least bothered on what she was saying and went ahead, rolled a chair inside our room. She started to shout, ‘please leave me... Please leave me....’, so to stop her shouting I kissed her. In the mean time I took a towel, inserted inside her mouth and said, ‘Well, that was our last kiss baby. Bye... Bye....’

I sat in the chair like an EVIL saying, ‘If you die in another ten minutes then time will be 4 PM, and I will inform your parents by 6 PM, and other stuffs will be over by tomorrow. 16th day, 3 months and after a year I can go for another marriage but I am not sure whether I am fortunate to find a beautiful intelligent girl like you but let’s see... So everything is set,’ I said, lifted her, and made her to stand on the chair.

‘Ok... Noted, come down dear’ I said, ‘mm. mm. mm.’ She was trying to say something, ‘what?’ I said and removed the towel from her mouth.

‘Please… please, please, please, please,’ she said, ‘say something else’ I said, ‘please, I want to live with you.’ She said.

‘Then why did you decided to commit suicide yesterday night?’ I shouted, ‘That’s a stupid decision but I didn’t Na’ she pleaded, ‘Well you didn’t, but if you may try the same in the near future. So it is better if I do the honors. What say?’ I said.

‘I won’t, please believe me, I won’t. I trust you and more than that I love you so much.’ She pleaded like anything. I smiled, untied her hands, so, she too smiled, but I laughed like a DEVIL and cross-tied her hands between her legs so that she cannot stand, walk or even move, and inserted the towel inside her mouth. She started to shiver as if she is having a high fever but I care a damn. I went to the wardrobe, picked a saree, and said, ‘Is this the wedding saree?’ She nodded her head.

‘How lucky I am to hang myself in my wife’s wedding saree.’ I said, she became horrified on hearing me. 'Stay happy! I am not going to kill you because I love you to that extent but I want to teach you how miserable one’s life will be if they have to live without their loved ones. How hard is to leave one’s close relations in the name of suicide? How hurting it will be when our loved one is no more in this world.’ I said, ‘mm... mm... .’ she was trying to burst out her feelings, ‘and this should be a lesson to all stupid's who end their life in the name of suicide. Everyone should learn how hurting it is to live without their special ones and the sufferings of a father, brother, sister, wife, lover, any, and the most priceless mom in your words. A hurt is a hurt, a life is a life, and you can die only once, then no words....’ I said, ‘mm…mmm....’ she was trying to burst out, I removed the cloth from her mouth, ‘please... Please... Please, please don’t do this to me. I cannot imagine a life without you, please, I understood how stupid is to commit suicide, please don’t leave me’ she cried, I kissed on her forehead and inserted the cloth once again into her mouth. I went back to the chair to prepare things to hang myself, and when everything is set, I said, ‘Love you Koibitou! Enjoy your hubby’s suicide.’

The moment I said those words she started crawling herself towards the chair. I know how hard it is to move when your hands and legs are tied in-between but she was crawling, OMG, is this the power of love. I ran to her, un-tied her hands, legs, removed cloth from her mouth and kissed her like anything saying, ‘How can I leave you alone idiot?’ She did not speak a word or moved out of my hold, and her breathe conveyed she wants to live with me forever. I said, ‘I love you so much idiot. I cannot live without you. Please, please never ever think of such stupid things, please and I didn't message your friend’

‘I love you so much hubby’ she said, I smiled and floated her on the bed to start my sweet romance.

Suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder saying, ‘Enough of dreaming buddy, the washing machine has completed washing the clothes. Go and take it out ’, Sumit said, Oh! Only a dream but a thoughtful dream! Moreover, I would love to share this dream to my blogging friends as well, not just as a contest post but also as an awareness post for stupid people who commit suicide. As they say, ‘It is better to lose one minute in life than to lose life in one minute’, please think before taking any stupid decisions because it is going to hurt not only your loved ones but also your precious mom who carried you into this world with all love and care.

THINk abouT iT.. If I get two extra hours a day, if not in a day, at least once or twice in a week like this, it may help me to write thoughtful stories :-)

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~ dream ~ love ~

Wow! Two extra hours a day! What more do a software engineer need other than two extra free hours a day? Just two free minutes a day itself a big bonus for a software engineer like me, thinking of two extra hours a day is a boon for me and what will I do? Please see my eyes in the picture below, is it too red?

The eyes are too red because of the strain caused to my eyes due to hectic work, stupid managers, and stupid people around me, but they are actually sweet, otherwise, I would have written this post from Bangalore and not from London. So if we have to achieve something in life then we have to be 'flexible', one of the word I hate the most in IT industry, and of course ‘deadline’, lays in the top of the list. Since these words become an integral part of my life, imagining of two extra hours is a boon, and if it happens, then undoubtedly I will sleep in that two extra free hours.

‘Sleep??? Why the hell? What he gonna do when sleeping?’ I know people may wish to ask this question, and the answer is simple… ‘Dream’…

‘Dream..? What is so special about dreams?’ Is that your next question? Well, in that case my answer would be, ‘Yes, I write what I dream, and that’s why this blog is a sweet dedication to my dream angel who ignited my muse to pen romantic verse’

As I said in ‘About Me', I met an angel in my dreams, fell in love with her and for whom I first penned a poem titled “Sorry”

Sorry to wake you in your sleep!
Sorry for hugging you last night that deep!
Sorry to implant my lips on yours!
Sorry for tasting it for some hours!
Sorry to reveal those unheard words!
Sorry for wishing that not to be my dreams!

From that day onwards, I started to pen down free verse, rhymes, most of them being romantic ones as the one who inspired me being the sweetest dream girl in this world and she is the reason for my 280 posts that includes this. Here is one of the poems very close to my heart, and to my dream girl, because ‘love’ means ‘dreamy she is....’

Silently, I waited; I searched for the signs.
I looked all around for myself different from me.
The lavender rays glittering in the air,
Of which the dandelion sun had no share!
The sweetness of time, gone without notice.
All because of the treasure, I cannot miss!
The senses submitted themselves to a superior sense,
That rose above and names itself 'Love'.
But the waters are new and the feet are weak.
What if I slipped and got myself drowned?
The light of hope accompanied the thirst;
The fear became an imagination, forgotten first.
Will the light lead me o the sun?
Or blind me with its overpowering force?
I step into the waters trusting the light,
That broke the silence of my searching eyes.

The dreams not only broke the silence of searching eyes but also the silence of my pen, my inferiority complex (I studied in a Government school where teachers felt hard to teach us English but my dreams nurtured my language, but still I feel my grammar and sentence structure is not that great and I am working on it).

'So, what’s the point?’ The point is only if I sleep I can dream, only if I dream I can write, only if I write you can enjoy my (S)mileS, but sleeping for four hours a day is a biggest challenge in my life so I can't even imagine of two extra free hours and if you see here in FB,just for one extra an hour on a particular day, I was excited a lot, thinking of two extra hours a day, and that too daily, is the best gift one could give it to me, and I am sure not even materialistic gifts can give that happiness to me because my dreams help me to win several thousand hearts like you. PS: (You are one of those hearts if you love my dreams (posts)).

If it happens in real life, 'two extra hours a day', is a great boon for me, my health, blog and definitely for you too.

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Marriages are made in heaven but it is in the hands of couple to bond with each other to live in heaven. In India, arranged marriages are more common in practice where a Marriage Matching Centre or a website acts as an intermediate between two families. They interact with each other and the process goes on like, ‘Boy’s family send his photo to Girl’s family. Girl’s family, if they like the photo they will see if the horoscope matches and if it matches, they send photo to Boy’s family. Boy’s family will see if the horoscope matches and if it matches, and if the Boy and his family likes the photo they will fix a date to visit Girl’s family Home. Boy’s family and Girl’s family will interact with each other. If both the families are ok with the dowry, and little other stuff, they fix the engagement date. On the day of engagement, they paint the Girl and the Boy as if they belong to some foreign nations. They will do some pooja and will fix the marriage date. If both the Boy and Girl are lucky, they will have at least a month's time before marriage but in few cases, they will fix in a week. And on the day of marriage, everything goes as per schedule, and the relatives wish the couple to live for hundred years and they go off.' They never bother whether the couple likes each other or not and what is their mind state. Now it is in the hands of couple to bond with each other to create a heaven because “Love is a two way street: Express love to your love to live a lovely married life.”

That’s what happened in the life of Siddesh and Isha. The newlywed couple reached the buzzing city Bangalore just a week ago. Morning is chill in Bangalore but Monday mornings are blues everywhere. I, Siddesh, not an exception to deny it but my fate; I have to reach office on time even on Mondays.

‘Ohi… Good Morning! How are you dude?’ Karthik said,

‘I am ok Karthik. How are you? Did you take your paper (resignation) back? Whether the demons agreed to your requests?’

‘It’s all done. Tell me... How is your new life?’
‘It’s ok man’

‘Just ok is not excepted from a romantic writer like you, actually I expected few write-up's man’

‘Well, there was nothing to write man.’

‘Nothing...’ he became serious and started to ask ‘what happened’ but.. I was not able to answer him. How to say him that it is difficult to bond with a stranger in less than two weeks that too if the girl is too shy.

‘Then Honeymoon…’
‘I learnt how to admire moon all night in Honeymoon’ I smiled, he advised me to spend time with her. I know I have to but, always the words after but suck…

In the evening, he came to my desk, ‘Are you going by cab? If you wish I can drop you’.

‘Come let’s go’ I said and we started from office in his bike.

‘Oh God! This is too dusty man, already I lost my hair's, and if I travel in bike then that’s the end’

‘What happened to your car?’
‘If you are a bachelor, you can enjoy driving your car, but if you are married then you can’t because the petrol rate sucks.’

‘What happened to your calculations then?’
‘It holds good only if I am bachelor dude.’ Ok ok... Cool down... I won’t irritate you much. ‘Thanks dude’, I said, he wished me good luck for the day.

‘Hi. Good Evening!’ I said, she said ‘Hi’, and that’s all, I lost myself in her eyes and she was looking damn romantic.

‘Hello… Where are you?’ she waved her hands before me, that’s when I realized I lost myself in her romantic eyes. I want to say that I lost myself in her romantic eyes but the words after ‘but’ usually suck... We had our dinner discussing about our day, but I had my dinner researching her beautiful lips and after completing our dinner I helped her in cleaning the dining table and in kitchen, I called her, ‘Isha’, ‘Hahh’ she turned, I felt butterflies flying in my stomach on seeing her eyes but somehow gained courage, and sealed her lips with mine. It lasted long enough for three tasteful minutes but my hand was struck in her hair's spoiling our first romantic encounter.

*****

‘Ohi... You look so happy… did something happen?’ Karthik said,

‘Well! Something happened....’ I said, he started teasing me like anything, I said, ‘She must be feeling the same. I think there should be some girl troubling her as if you trouble me.’

*****

‘Did something happen?’ Shakshi questioned me,

‘Finally, he kissed me’
‘Wow! Wow! Are you happy?’

‘WTF! My hair spoiled our first romantic encounter, I just hate my hair’

‘So sad dear, I can feel your issue because that’s what happened to me too. Hmm, Let me tip you’

‘Tips... Cool let me note it down...’

‘Here goes the tip…

1. If you are taking head bath then we are not suppose to use hair dryer if the hair is very wet, I mean watery.
2. Use coconut oil as a conditioner instead of stupid conditioners available in the market and apply them 2 or 3 hours before you take head bath.
3. Use curry leaves because they are good for hair.
4. Use marigold leaves paste before head bath because it gives natural black color to hair
5. Most importantly use curd at least twice a week to keep your hair nourished.

That’s all’

‘Let me try the same…’

He seems to be in romantic mood today. So let me give a try, I said, ‘Hi! How was your day?’

‘Good. How was yours?’ he said,

‘Not bad’, I smiled, I went inside the living room, changed ma dress, followed few tips before taking head bathe, dressed up pleasantly, and when I came out to the hall, I saw him sleeping in the couch.

‘WTF! Why did he marry me? I want to kill him but..., the words after but always suck…'

*****

‘Hey you look so sad... What happened dear?’ Shahsi asked me tapping my shoulder.

‘I followed your tips and the entire process took four hours to get ready.’

‘Cool, so that’s the moment.’

‘What so Cool in it... He slept in the couch itself. That’s when I realized the time was twelve so I let him sleep’

‘Sad, it will be better if you leave by 3 from office. Create an environment as if Chitti creates in Endhiran Movie. I am sure it will work’

‘Let me try my best’, I said,

*****

‘Machi, It seems you slept nicely..’
‘Don’t torture me’

‘OMG, you are very much angry. What happened dude?’

‘She same to home, went inside the bed room and that’s all’
‘That’s all ah..…’

‘Idiot... Idiot... I meant she did not come out itself. I waited until 11 30 PM then I slept in the couch itself. Life sucks dude’, he kept silent and so I… In the evening, we started little early as it is a weekend and as usual, he dropped me at my place.

‘Hi... You had come soon… Good…’ I said, she smiled, ‘yeah… yeah… this new environment spoils my hair so I am planning to follow few tips to nourish it.’

‘Cool…’ I said, stupid, you want to nourish your hair but not your life. I opened my sweet lappy after a long time to pen few things. Most of us use Google as their homepage but I myself prefer to have IndiBlogger as my homepage because I wanted stay in touch with all my blog pals.

The moment the page opened, I saw, ‘Win a Gift Hamper from Dove’, ‘Oh Good! You will get gift hampers also! Cool’ she said, I, then realized she was standing behind me, so to create a magical moment I turned towards her side saying, ‘Not always’, ‘But will it be good’, she questioned, ‘Anything that comes as a gift is good.’ I said and registered for the gift hamper.

‘Agreed’, she said and went inside; I was frustrated because my master plan flapped. Moreover, she will take hours to come out. I reversed back to my seat to see the same lappy itself. After sometime, she came out of the room dressed like an angel. I could not control myself, so went ahead, and started kissing her. This time it was her mom's call spoiled our moment.

‘Mom... How are you...? Good Mom... and the Ramayana continued....’ she went online to speak with her parents, and I have to sleep alone. Not only was the night spoiled but also the weekend because her relatives visited us to shower their blessings but what for??

There were more of turn-off’s than turn-on mainly because of our misunderstanding and our poor hair's. And in IT industry you hardly have time to romance if a week falls under project production or release, I am sure one will be screwed up in these times and so I, I think even God wants me to stay Hungry.

*****

‘He is very busy with his work, Project Release it seems’ I said,

‘No worry… Just wait for the weekend, but make sure this time no one is visiting’ Shakshi said,

‘Sure... Have to, and I think even God wanted me to stay like this’

‘I wish this weekend will do wonders for you’, Shakshi said, I smiled...

'I wish the same but see, still my hair is bad, and I don't think the tips will help me because the pollution is too heavy here...

*****

‘Hubby!’ she sounded romantic, ‘Hey’, my voice trembled because that is the first she called me Hubby… ‘We have received a gift hamper from Dove. The products look very cool and they are Dove Nourishing Oil Care Shampoo, Dove Nourishing Oil Care Daily Treatment Conditioner, Dove Nourishing Oil Care Vita Oil Serum, and Dove Nourishing Oil Care Repair mask. I am sure this is going to help us to pamper our hair's.’ She was happy because she loves her hair's a lot. I am happy too because she is happy. I spoke a lot with her because only if we understand each other then we can create a heaven in this hell and I learnt one thing from the conversation, ‘she is a kid’. She made me happy with her cute reactions and sounds. Wow! what a girl she is...!

‘Shall we try this Dove Nourishing Oil Care Repair mask and Dove Nourishing Oil Care Shampoo today?’

‘That’s a good idea. Let me try,' I said.

I took a fresh head bath using Dove Nourishing Oil Care Shampoo; it was fantastic, truly… Then I used Dove Nourishing Oil Care Repair mask, waited for 5 minutes as directed in website, rinsed my hair, it really nourished my hair because I can feel the smoothness. I was very much happy because after a long time I felt that my hair was good. I came out and shared my experience with her. She was excited on hearing me so she went inside to pamper her lovely hair. I used the comb after so many years to style my hair. Because few years back, I heard that if you use comb to comb your hair then it might damage the hair root, which will result in hair loss and from day I stopped using comb but today I am confident that Dove will protect my hair so I happily combed my hair. I was very happy because my hair's become so soft just after one wash which was quite unbelievable, and the other reason is my mom. I am sure she will he happy if she comes to know that I combed my hair. ‘Wow!’

While I was admiring my hair before the mirror, an angel came inside the living room. She looked very romantic in her wet hair's and without much delay; I grabbed her, floated her on the bed, and was ready to have my first go. First, I tasted her mel and then followed the beautiful way that took me through. Her hair's are very soft to hold, which helped a lot in making love.

*****

Breathing heavily she said, ‘Love you!’ I looked deep into her eyes and said, ‘I LOVE YOU TOO!’ and after few seconds I said, ‘You have romantic eyes,’ she blushed more, and I continued…

‘Stop!’ ‘What?’ ‘I have a question’ she said. ‘Question?’

‘How many girlfriends you have?’ she said, ‘Girlfriends? I don’t have any....and is this the time to ask..’

‘Hmm don't lie.. Then who is Hassini & Sonam? I read those names in your write-ups.’ she said,

‘Idiot they are just my dream characters. You are my only girlfriend, lover, wife, and my heart’s queen’

‘Dream characters? But your stories sound real. Did you win any prizes?’

‘I do, I have won so many hearts, which materialistic prizes can never equal and I am happy because that is a writer’s dream. People should feel the characters when they read it. I am happy I did that many times. Idiot, I said you are my queen..’

‘Hmmm, you are damn romantic…! I have to say this.. I am a lucky girl..’ I happily sealed her lips because I was on Cloud Nine. ‘You know what I just love my hair's. Please recite a poem about my hair's na’

Your hair is like dark rain clouds,
with blissful strands dancing here and there,
it sprinkles pure love on me!

Your hair is like the alluring air,
with twists, curls, and it beams forward,
to remind me of celestial bodies!

Your hair is like a kite,
hanging in the street lamps that flicker,
it masks your eyes to create ecstasy!

Your hair hanging like a fruit,
ripen, and spreads sweet aroma,
and it invites me to eat you!

Your hair is so soft like a teddy bear,
the more I hug, the more it reciprocates,
to spreads love between us!

Your hair is like a fire,
with stunning eyes and stances,
I feel so hot underneath it!

Your hair is the hair,
when I run my hands, I feel so delighted and
it excites me as if my soul is in the galaxy!

Your hair and its fragrance,
Makes me long for your hair, and for your soul,
Like a water flowing from a perennial river.

Your hair and my love,
Is the one reason I wish to live for…

‘Wow, the poem is too _______. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HUBBY…’ she said and sealed my lips.

I was happy because DOVE not only nourished our hair's but also it nourished our life. Life is not only romancing but the intimacy starts only when you romance and that’s when you will experience what is a lovely marriage life is and yeah DOVE did the trick… It helped us to bond with each other to create a heaven because “Love is a two way street: Express love to your love to live a lovely married life.”

PS: I as a part of IndiBlogger, ‘Love is a two way street: Love your hair and it loves you back!’ Contest, have published this post. I heartily thank IndiBlogger for the platform provided. My dear friends if you love this post then promote this post on IndiBlogger, Also do leave your footprints..

PS: I am reading fellow contestant posts because I enjoy reading, and whenever I read poems/prose I feel relaxed even after the hectic work in office, and definitely not to gain votes/promotion on IndiBlogger. Actually, it is a fun experience and there are so many beautiful posts I love in this contest, so thought of sharing the same with you all in random order. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19,20.. Surprise List...!

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யார் இந்த போதிதர்மன்? Who is Bodhidharma?

‘Who is this Bodhidharma?’ If you ask this question to anyone in India then the answer from most of them would be "Never heard of this name" or "First time, I am hearing this name", so is the state of people in India. I am not an exception because I myself learnt about Bodhidharma only a few months back. The reason is because I started to explore more about Tamil, Tamil Literature and History; otherwise, it's the same story.

(போதிதர்மன்) Bodhidharma (Da Mo in Chinese, Daruma in Japanese) who visited china as a Buddhist monk during 520 A.D is traditionally credited as the leading patriarch and transmitter of Zen (Chinese: Chán, Sanskrit: Dhyāna) to China. According to Chinese legend, he also began the physical training of the Shaolin monks that led to the creation of Shaolinquan. (From wiki).

But who was Bodhidharma and where did he come from? Bodhidharma was a Tamilan from South India, born as a 3rd prince of the Pallava dynasty in their capital of Kanchipuram of Tamil Nadu, India. After becoming a Buddhist monk, Bodhidharma travelled to China by means of land. After three years he reached there and upon bringing Chan to China, he became the first Chinese patriarch and all subsequent Chinese Chan and Japanese Zen masters trace their master-disciple lineages back to him. Bodhidharma then left for the north, reportedly crossing the Yangtze River on a boat and arrived at the Shao-lin Temple. Finding the residents physically weak and prone to the attack of local bandits, he taught them self-defence, from which evolved the famous Shao-lin style of martial arts. {Source: Buddhism Dictionary. A Dictionary of Buddhism, Oxford University Press, 2003, 2004}. Throughout Buddhist art, Bodhidharma is depicted as a rather ill-tempered, profusely bearded and wide-eyed barbarian. He is described as ‘The Blue-Eyed Barbarian’ in Chinese texts.

The two accounts reveal about Blue-Eyes Barbarian... (From wiki)

Yang Xuànzhī

The Record of the Buddhist Monasteries of Luoyang (洛陽伽藍記 Luòyáng Qiélánjì), was compiled in 547 by Yáng Xuànzhī 楊衒之, a writer and translator of Mahāyāna Buddhist texts into the Chinese language.

At that time there was a monk of the Western Region named Bodhidharma, a Persian Central Asian. He travelled from the wild borderlands to China. Seeing the golden disks [on the pole on top of Yǒngníng's stupa] reflecting in the sun, the rays of light illuminating the surface of the clouds, the jewel-bells on the stupa blowing in the wind, the echoes reverberating beyond the heavens, he sang its praises. He exclaimed: ‘Truly this is the work of spirits.’ He said: ‘I am 150 years old and I have passed through numerous countries. There is virtually no country I have not visited. Even the distant Buddha-realms lack this.’ He chanted homage and placed his palms together in salutation for days on end

Broughton (1999:55) dates Bodhidharma's presence in Luoyang to between 516 and 526, when the temple referred to—Yǒngníngsì (永寧寺)—was at the height of its glory. Starting in 526, Yǒngníngsì suffered damage from a series of events, ultimately leading to its destruction in 534.

Tánlín

The second account was written by Tánlín (曇林; 506–574). Tánlín's brief biography of the ‘Dharma Master’ is found in his preface to the Two Entrances and Four Acts, a text traditionally attributed to Bodhidharma and the first text to identify Bodhidharma as South Indian:

The Dharma Master was a South Indian of the Western Region. He was the third son of a great Indian king of the Pallava Dynasty. His ambition lay in the Mahayana path, and so he put aside his white layman's robe for the black robe of a monk [...] Lamenting the decline of the true teaching in the outlands, he subsequently crossed distant mountains and seas, travelling about propagating the teaching in Han and Wei.

Tánlín's account was the first to mention that Bodhidharma attracted disciples, specifically mentioning Dàoyù (道育) and Huìkě (慧可), the latter of who would later figure very prominently in the Bodhidharma literature.

Tánlín has traditionally been considered a disciple of Bodhidharma, but it is more likely that he was a student of Huìkě, who in turn was a student of Bodhidharma.

Also, the book ‘Trust in Mind’ provides an interesting insight into the arrival of Bodhidharma to China and the events that transpired. It confirms that he meditated in the temple of Shaolin for 9 years and the evolution of Chan or Zen (Dhyan or Dhyanam). There is also a reference in(The Essentials of Buddhist Philosophy -Junjiro Takakusu) that he was from Kanchipuram, and is the third son of the king. He is known as Da Mo in Chinese or Daruma Daishi in Japanese. {Sources: Google Books}.

The sources also confirm that the famous Shaolin style of martial arts evolved from his teachings that are actually a combination of Varmakalai and Kalaripayattu.

What has Bodhidharma to do with tea and Daruma dolls? The story is very beautiful. He was meditating for nine years facing a wall. Nine years, facing the wall, he seems that he was infuriated at his difficulty in keeping awake while silently meditating, and legend has it that he ripped off his eyelids and threw them down to the ground, where they sprouted as tea plants (Oh My God!). Bodhidharma). That is why when you drink tea, Bodhidharma enters you and protects you from falling asleep, such divine is our tea, and so have a sip whenever you wish to. In addition, his legs seemingly withered away because of his constant sitting pose. This is the stated origin of the Daruma doll, a Japanese egg shaped doll that tilts back upright when knocked over. Its wide-open eyes and lack of legs come from the legends of Bodhidharma

The death of Bodhidharma is still a puzzle because according to few sources, ‘He was given the poisoned food by villagers which he detected it and when he asked them why. The villagers told him that if they bury his body in their land then their village would be disease-free so according to their will he ate the poisoned food and was buried in the Chinese mountains.’

Three years after Bodhidharma’s death, Ambassador Song Yun of northern Wei is said to have seen him walking while holding a shoe at the Pamir Heights. Song Yun asked Bodhidharma where he was going, to which Bodhidharma replied, ‘I am going home’. When asked why he was holding his shoe, Bodhidharma answered, ‘You will know when you reach Shaolin monastery. Don't mention that you saw me or you will meet with disaster’. After arriving at the palace, Song Yun told the emperor that he met Bodhidharma on the way. The emperor said Bodhidharma was already dead and buried and had Song Yun arrested for lying. At the Shaolin Temple, the monks informed them that Bodhidharma was dead and had been buried in a hill behind the temple. The grave was exhumed and was found to contain a single shoe. The monks then said ‘Master has gone back home’ and prostrated three times. For nine years, he had remained and nobody knew him; carrying a shoe in hand, he went home quietly and few sources reveal that he lives in Himalayas. (not sure of this info).

So, if you like this post then read a similar post here. Tamil history is very vast and if you start exploring it then you will be amazed. I am actually exploring few for the past six months because of the inspiration from one of my close friends. If you wish I could share those info's too. Here is a sample that will make you go mad...

click here.. I am sure you will be amazed

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Wiki - Source as per above,
Google Books - Information.

searching her.. in the streets of London... #7

First time here? Missed? No worry :-) Read PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5 and PART 6 before reading the PART 7...!

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‘Whether it could be the old woman?’ my heart was wishing so but that someone was…

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Why I am wandering like a cloud? Do I miss her a lot? What pushes me to search her indefinitely in the streets of London? Is she my destiny? I hope I will meet her someday but when that someday will come. Lot of questions but when will I find the answer?

Wandering lonely as a cloud,
I began my search in the road.
With hope as the weapon, I
search her, no, not my eye.
What did I reap? What did I sow?
Why my life has no glow?
Will I meet her? Never or now
Destiny or not only God know!

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I was happy to see a woman enjoying the lines in my book, ‘Dream Love’ while I was waiting for the old woman. I wait for the old woman just because we belong to a goodhearted people category and the wait is worth because at least once in two days I enjoy someone enjoying my lines.

‘Hi.. Do you love these lines?’

‘I do… If you believe in true love then you have to read this book for sure’ she said, ‘I will... Because I trust love’ I said her before leaving from the park. Two weeks have gone but I am not able to meet the old woman. ‘Will my wait will be over tomorrow?’

‘Hello! ... Young man, are you ok? Hello…’ the words kept on resonating in my mind and it made park to wait for the old woman indefinitely.

Someone touched me from the back, ‘Grandma! Finally, you are here! I am happy to see you!’

‘Son! I am happy too! I read a book last week. It is one of the best books so far I read in my life, and particularly the line ‘IF FATE CAN BE REWRITTEN THEN I WOULD REWRITE HER AS MY DESTINY’ and the last paragraph, is very touching. I can feel the writer’s pain, I meant yours....’

I was not sure what to say so kept silent... ‘Did you enjoy the week?’

'Of course, I was happy on seeing the huge response from the readers, which is a writer’s dream.' She was happy to see me excited so she said, ‘You seems to be very very happy and excited. I am sure it has more reasons.’

‘Of course I am.. and I was dying to tell you about my life.’

‘Life?’

‘Yeah’, after enjoying the function I went to pub and from there to my place. I slept peacefully after a long time because I was happy.

‘Goood… Thennn....’

The next day was raining heavily which made me upset because I know I cannot meet you in the heavy rain but I waited for the rain to stop because I wanted to meet you Grandma. Suddenly Aamir shouted that someone has come to meet you. I was happy because I thought it was you but...

‘but....’

'but that someone was…Hassini’, as soon as I came out of my room I was surprised to see her. I wanted to hug and kiss her madly but I cannot because I am no more in her life, with tears, I said a ‘Hi’

She came running towards me, hugged, kissed me and said, ‘I said a lie.’ On hearing her, my heartbeat stopped for a second, I thanked God because I know she is my destiny, I happily hugged and kissed her.

‘What made you to lie?’

‘Because I promised my dad.’

‘Promise?... then what made you to break the promise today?’

‘My Dad wished so... After reading your book he felt what real love is?’ I was happy to hear her because I know she is my destiny, my life...

‘Speak not... Instead show how much you love’ she said and so I…

'Wow! The happiest couple in the world :-) God bless you Son, I have to leave now because it may rain.' the old woman said and left the park..

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after 7 years…
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We met the same old woman in the park. ‘Grandma do you remember me?’

'‘I do... Is she Hassini?’

‘Yeah... she is... and this is our daughter Isha....’ I was happy to meet her so exclaimed about our life. She became happy and blessed us to live long saying, ‘What a love story....’

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Author's Message: My dear friends! I thank everyone for reading all the seven parts. It is my pleasure to have you all here and I thank you for the same.. I personally feel that I didn't do justice to the title because I felt 5th and 6th was missing something, yes, I do skipped many dialogues, scenes which I wanted to write and the reason is I don't want to make you people wait. :-) Hope it came out good.. Fingers crossed....

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Image, Story & Title Copyrights - Saravana Kumar Murugan