just another breathing packet of universe

It was a calm and quite evening. My balcony has a nice view for those days when you want to stare at the endlessness of life. With my feet stretched on the chair, I was talking to one of my friends when we noticed these planes on the horizon. There were five of them at different levels, going in different directions, at different pace. Suddenly something nudged me to think about how each of those empty spaces in sky is suddenly filled with legions of emotions, aspirations, thoughts and dreams as the flights move into them.

Each person inside that plane has his emotions - some extreme, as from a current incident-some submerged.. then his deeds, his past, his destiny and so many indiscernible aspects of mind that are always tied on to him. Considering the number of passengers inside that flight, it makes a multimagnitude of human psychology high up in sky. Still each one of them not really intruding into yet another's universe making it an orderly placed orientation of human psychological coordinates in air, in motion.

Thinking about it, even inside a car, when we are on the move, doesn't the few square feets of metal hold a small universe in itself? It holds your immediate needs, your past, your dreams, your sins, what others think about you, their faith in you, their fear for you... it holds everything attached to you. The car in itself reflects its history and its life through everyday of its existance. It wraps inside it a history of invention, invention of metals, invention of wheel, invention of automobile, toil by labourers, sacrifices made by them, business of the manufacturer, the economy, the one labourer who died while he was working on this car, his soul, his unfulfilled dreams and many events which we cannot even comprehend it to be linked to. Even the least complicated non living existence associated with us will have a history, present and aspirations attached with it. This constantly evolves and changes with time thus making it as dynamic as any other living entity.

During the existance of our physical self, we are brushing constantly with these external packets of universe which breathes life in itself. Many a time, when we move around, we feel we are the centre of the machinary and rest of the world is just a background. This is a fallacy. We need to be able to see ourselves as just one among the other small packets of universe. We just happened to be here in this moment which is just a fractional point on an axis of eons...

ore njaapagam

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILXf0hbauA4

a beautiful song from the Tamil movie Minnale

iru vizhi unathe
imaigalum unathe
kanavukal matrum
enathe enathe
the two eyes were yours
the eye lashes were yours too
but the dreams, they were mine

naatkal neeluthe
nee engo ponathum
een dandanai
naan inge vaazhvathum
the days are so long once you left
living - is a torture for me now

ore njaapakam,
oree njaapakam
your memories.. always your memories

kaathal kaayam nerambothe
thookkam indre yethe
oree njaapagam oree njaapagam
how can i even sleep now
when this love is hurting me..
your memories... always your memories...

on the shores of life

Was a reclusive day.. lost in thoughts for there were enough reasons of late. Life is so different each day. The shores of life battered by waves of sadness and happiness. At times, it is so weird. Before life can even take time out and smile at a wave of happiness, there would be another devastating wave of sadness which would come and change the shore for ever..

But life still has the duty to be receptive, to welcome days and the moments which are going to arrive however determined your soul is to remain footed with what you have at present. It is in accepting this change that lies the true meaning of life. Once we accept that life was never meant to be a bed of roses and once we start seeing those devastating waves as challenges, life suddenly becomes something more vibrant and it ceases to become the passive shore that it used to be. It becomes more of a counter force which plays with these waves, which laughs and giggles at the waves of happiness and which bravely fights the devastating waves of sadness.

They say, there is an advantage of being a pessimist. Either you would always be proved right or will be pleasantly surprised! I would still try to see myself on the brighter side of things even if I am constantly and painfully proved wrong again and again. Hope is a big word. Even if the crash at the end of living through the period of hope is painful, the optimist in me will starve untill I keep the tender glass inside me filled with hope..