Vanakkam Doctor !

You were a butterfly You came and gone You were a soothing lullaby Often echoing at the bottom of my memory well My eyes swell up Hearing your name … My ageing grey cells Kindled again and again Whilst you lie a cute little butterfly Embedded deep In my soul Warped and I named you. I caress you very fondly Soothingly at your nimble feet, Stretch your designed coloured wings Very carefully tremulously Holding you by my arms And was in awe at your big beautiful eyes…… You were the precious first in our family! You were my first admirer and audience You were cute little lass You came to relax us all You were our pride And you were our little Chellam……… It’s been ages and So many days Since I have seen you Studiously studying me Stood at my back….. You are a beautiful butterfly… Staining my heart and fingers for ever ...

Simple mind Complex thoughts Illogical progression Series of coincidences Logical regression Fortunate for some one Unfortunate for some one else…….. Priorities Nuances of life Distilled pure water Tranquility is beneath Why is it fortunate for some one? Unfortunate for some one else……. We are measured by our deeds We are scaled by our words We are fathomed by the unfathomable….. We are integral to other’s deeds We are life’s numbers and complex numbers indeed Created by ourselves to complicate for…. We are what... We are numbers and We are all numbered!! - In memory of a father who passed away on 20 th Jan 2013 , whilst his son was on the way flying to see his beloved Appa alive!

It has been a while.  Summer came and gone.  Winter is harsh.  Frost is really biting and the night time average is in minus.  I am on my own this winter and it has been a while.  Not after 1997, I am left lurching in cold sleepless nights, as I am of now on my own.  Family is in India as part of our relocation plans and I am on my way early next year.  Bye to UK for good. Past seven months been a revelation too.  I am getting to know people and my friends.  They always kindle the interest and  the emotions in me.  None of us are selfless and selfishness is the utmost core for our survival.  It is obvious.  I learn to deceive and be deceptive.  Be detached.  Lower my expectations.Each of us does what we think suits or helps us and in the process thrash and trash ourselves and others.  Do the karma and forget about benefits.  Conflict arises when all of us think and do only w...

The    D  day was set and we were ready to board the Tamil Nadu express from the Madras Central Railway station.  The trip to  Delhi  would be over two nights and we would be reaching  New Delhi  on the third day morning.  It was March and needless to say that it was getting hotter around in Chennai.  Families with relatives had arrived earlier that day at our erstwhile house at Mannadi,  Coral Merchant Street .  I was blessed by countless of them who I thought were very proud of something I was going to do, which none in our family circle never dared to do. Appa’s friends also were thronging with garlands making a beeline at our home to wish me and bid me farewell.  It was getting too much for me and the eventual time arrived, when I started from our ancestral house to the Central railway station, in a big van accompanied by my relatives.  It was ve...

"Maha Nadhi” a Kamal starrer was released for 1994 Pongal and that was the last movie, I had watched with all my family members, in Feb 1994, before my departure to London . Ilayaraja was scintillating as ever and the movie I would opine is one of the bests Kamal’s starrer.   However, it was a tear breaker and watching it was an emotional roller coaster ride, expecting the unexpected.   What I still vividly recollect is that after watching the movie at Abirami in Purasaiwalkam, and after coming out and even whilst dining out in the nearby Saravana Bhavan, most of my family were silent and evidently gobsmacked. Watching “Maha Nadhi,” possibly was not a good selection for my farewell stuff, however that’s how life plan and span out most our moments. By this time, I had begun and finished most of my official trips to my relatives with Amma, collecting best wishes (!) from in and around Chennai and the abutting districts.   It took me alm...

So, the preparations had begun for the exams and we were slowly getting the hang of it.  Lots of studies and group discussions were done at both the Hostel and at our house, 22 Coral Merchant Street , Mannadi, and Chennai 600001.  Most of the time we were trying to remain focussed.  Albeit for few evenings, we were not tempted to close early, our books and waft into down town watching few movies, which was our chore until then! Occasional alcoholic frenzy was not missed either.  Deepavali of 1993 came and with that few movies too.  “Kizhakku Seemaiyile” with Raman’s music was everywhere and needless to say I was still longing for IR. Ilayaraja had become a Maestro by this time.  He became the first Asian to compose a Symphony that was recorded at the Royal Philharmonic symphony orchestra.  “Valli” from Rajinikanth came after his symphony and the music was superb, though the movie was a dud.  “Ennulle ennulle” was litera...

March 19- 1977 22 Coral Merchant Street Madras 600 001 930pm.......... I am so excited tonight and I can’t go to sleep.  I am thinking of Amma; waking me up early in the morning, and giving me a hot water bath.  She would then dry my hair with a piece of towel, when I also smell her sweaty fragrance.  Appa possibly would have woken up by this time and given me a big hug and wished me “Happy Birth day.”  Appa is an early morning bird and I would be surprised only, if he was not ready by six in the morning.  Appa starts at 6.30 in the morning, every day, except Sundays, to ride on his bicycle to Tiruvotriyoor and that’s where he works.  It is possibly a 10-15km trip from our home in Mannadi, according to Amma. At 630 am, he might have already had his usual Dosais with “Poondu Milaka podi.”  The smell of fresh Garlic would kill my nostril, and me, longing for early morning Dosais.  Amma would always say no, as I would...