Ninaivugal...Thoughts

The pronunciation of words seriously has a telling effect on the listener. It is easy to mistake a word for something else, thanks to the sensitivity of the ear. Atleast, I have got caught on many occasions trying to figure out what the other end is trying to convey. Many times I have been at a loss giving a slight nod of the head, so that the other person has no idea that I have no idea of what he is talking about. It also depends on the person whether you can ask him for an explanation or not. Depending on the outcome of the explanation, and placing it in context, you realise how out of place it is with respect to the actual word. That doesn't mean that the listener is always wrong. Maybe the teller is not uttering the word in a right way. My latest tryst with "being in the dark" as far as words are concerned happened as recently as a couple of days back. I was in a restaurant with a friend, and as the bearer came to pick the order asking us what we would like t...

August 2006 was certainly a mystery month for three protagonists in Rolla. Before I get into the details, let me clarify a few points. If somebody comes and asks us how much we spend on an average in Rolla, we will definitely not say that it is about 250$. If somebody comes and asks us whether there is any possibility of saving with a quarter time, we will trample him. If somebody says that Rolla is a small town where you will never spend a penny, send him to us. He desperately needs to talk to us. All these conclusions stem from the fact that Rama made the monthly calculations for the last three months and ended up giving us devastating figures. Now, let me round up on the mystery month. Rama comes up with these huge grins and expressions when he gets excited, and today morning at 3:30 AM was no different. Yadu matte Praveena, do you know how much we spent in the month of August? What the hell do we know? We were obviously clueless, and gave out a loose figure of about 250$, the ...

The theme for the biggest event in Rolla this year - India over the ages . Diwali is celebrated in UMR with pomp and gaiety, with a mammoth effort put forth by the biggest organization on campus - India Association . Every year, it is a revelation to see people take part in large numbers, and it just keeps getting better every year. People hailed this as the best Diwali celebrations ever at UMR. The audience lapped up every programme in glee, and what with a wide variety of cultural extravaganza, it was truly a cultural treat. The programme started with the origin of Diwali, depicting the gest of Ramayana , transcending to the present day celebrations of Diwali. This was followed by various dance programmes, interspersed with short presentations portraying India over the ages, from the Ancient India to India Today . The dances broke the myth of conventional hip movements and shakes with innovative steps choreographed by passionate individuals. The 1950s was a period of classical elan ...

I was walking down the road, That elusive figure invaded me, I thought and thought about her, Carrying me into the realms of restlessness Questions surfaced and resurfaced, Thoughts flashed across my mind, Afloat in the corner of my heart, Struggling to contain an unexplainable bliss An entity I did not possess Mightily I was surprised, How much I thought of her, Life wasn't too straight She just evaded me, Late into the night I lay, It was clouded at the top, Yet, I looked for the stars! At the crack of dawn, Sad to see the light of the day, Countless moments lost in the awakening, Time to put my eyelids to rest, Atlast, she came to me And I plunged into the shadows!

As I sat back on yet another day, figuring out what I have to cook for lunch, the monotony of the routine was killing me. I was filled with the same question once again What do I cook today that is something totally different? Internet and suggestions taken, I would attempt something that beat the normal items. But sometimes, when there is no time to experiment, and you just want to finish up with something, the end product has to be something usual. That was when I thought, how mothers at home can come up with different things every day. Remember, they cook everyday. I still remember the time at home, when I used to grimace and swallow, if an item that was made a couple of days back was made again. Why can't you do something different? Is it the same thing again? I would eat it up as if my mother had committed a grave sin. The best part at home was that it was not the question of a single dish, but a minimum of three dishes was compulsory. Rasam , Sambhar and Curry was...

Sometimes, people benchmark a particular song or music, and elevate it to an unscalable point, that anything seemingly less comparable to the earmarked audio sounds astoundingly trivial. High quality music can always be stretched to eternity surpassing all doubts about its survival in a race against time. Any thoughts of it dying down with time is pulverized as events relayed from the past reflect the strong bonding etched to futuristic events. AR Rahman's Maa Tujhe Salaam or Thai Manne Vanakkam , all under the broad classification of Vande Mataram , falls under this supreme category. Rahman came up with this composition, along with BharatBala Productions in the year when India readied itself to commemorate the fiftieth year of Independence from the British. Both of them readily strike a good vibe when it comes to portraying national footage that exemplifies the class and beauty of India. That was the year when India turned defiant in Pokhran signifying one of the greatest...