Why Hatred ?

Why hatred?

Life isn’t fair. We all know that don’t we. But no one promised us it would be. This is a basic thought line which would help us face life’s challenges.

Yes Sir Life is never fair!! Helps doesnt it ?

Now looking beyond this superficial thought, let us go deeper. The bigger picture.

Have u noticed that a few people tick us off in seconds. Some people look like our arch enemies, some our born tormentors.

Funnily, we wouldn’t have been acquainted to half of them. So why hatred?
Hatred is one ego’s most potent tools in its armoury. Hatred gives us an identification, a sense of power and injustice in a world which celebrates the ruthless.
Hatred feels like a fire sword given to us in the heat of the battle. Only downside is our enemies are nonexistent and there exists no battle.
Hatred on the contrary cuts you into pieces while the object of your hatred walks along unharmed.
The truth is, hatred is futile. It hurts you more than anyone. Because the conscience, your true self doesn’t recognize it. In geeky terms its like a crooked pendrive. You soul doesn’t detect it.
We are limited, our capacity to SEE is trivial. We are after all a speck in the zillion galaxies around.

One way to quell hatred is to respect the bigger picture. The master plan our brain doesn’t know an iota about. Humility to a higher power helps. Sometimes the person hurting u helps you more than the ones gushing about you. Sometimes the greatest curse might be the greatest blessing. Life is a game of musical chairs. You cant afford to love or hate anyone for long because in the bigger scheme of things it doesn’t matter.

All our life experiences, love or hatred are different pathways towards the same journey.

Some days roses fall..Some days thorns.

Like the Buddha says, anger and hatred are holding on to fire.
You are the one getting hurt :)

Two Summer Afternoons

"Dei short leg la vaada ..." Anto screamed from deep square leg wherever that is.

Year : May 2003


Venue : KK nagar corporation ground

Time : 1.49 pm ( ya it blazed allright)



I always looked up to Anto, not because he set such fairplay standards;

measuring 6ft at 16, he was comfortably taller than the rest of us.

At 5 ft 3, I was comfortably short.


I looked with chinese eyes at him as he marshalled the field, not as if we had many,

but Anto liked those kind of methodical intrusions.


One particular bunny was Bose, Anto gave him a torrid time. Bose ran from

off side to on side, from mid off to mid on, he ran at first ; then walked and then

crawled.

Just when he was about to fall Anto howled and froze him. Bose ended up somewhere

between long leg and a wailing baby which was disappointed with the swing.



Now,this was Chennai, and Chennai during May afternoons was the layman's equivalent

to Arizonian Terrain or other such hell on earth.

But we, strapping 16 year old's just finished the so called first of life's great

obstacles : the Xth Boards, and entering long holiday, didn't mind it much. We

just shook of the dust, swatted away starved flies and pouring sweat, gave a smile to

the blinding sun and played on anyway. Heat dust and muck yes, but we were happy.


Arun was batting and was in some kind of vvs laxman zone ; he did not hit it, he

caressed and we raised our hands not to appeal or catch but to clap, but restrained

realizing we were opponents.

I stood in the covers and one such caress approached towards me rather than me

approaching towards it. I bent down , with both hands close to ground and as the ball

approached and " Dei aadi pudidaa .....".

"If you see the sales figures for January ..." Suren drawled on on pointing stupidly

at the complicated sales graph.


Year : May 2009

Conference room : Pearson Office : Chennai

Time : 1.49 pm( freezing courtesy : O General Split AC)




The graph said nothing more than what Senthil, the man at the

distributors said to me, but in a much more complex and incomprehensible way, just to

sound more intelligent and prove the managers that Suren did worked his ass off and

found earth shattering insights.


Suren, our immediate supervisor stood awkwardly in front of the legacy

projector/screen and picked and chose words.

The ASM(area sales manager) and ZSM(Zonal sales managers), the two dons sat opposite

each other skeptically looking at the sales figures and giving us, the new sheep,

dirty looks. Managers love looking down upon young interns and pretending that they

are 3 days expired burgers.

I,the graduate, fresh out of college, high flying, bathed cleaned and suited,

optimism brewing and backslapping self for landing the dream corporate job, sat

clueless under the comfortable AC, glancing at the window as the rest of the city

toiled in the hot sun.

I pursed my lips tight, (interns aren't supposed to smile,look excited and do what

normal humans do) and looked serious even though I couldn't understand what bull

was happening in front of me. Suren drawled on and on, Bala the other intern kept

giving so called acknowledging smiles to the Managers, hoping to score some brownie

points even though he looked more clueless than the rest of us put together.



Here I was, wearing Louis Phillipe and Raymond, wearing Swatch, sitting in the

conference hall of the world's largest publisher. AC's , swanky furniture, loaded

accounts et al.. But I couldn't smile. I felt out of place spreading fake smiles and

false understandings. The plastic comfort was too comforting. And...

"Mr. Aditya, what is your view on the January Sales Insights, cmon you young turk,

give us a target figure" the ZSM fired a yorker towards me coated with his oily

smile.


" Yes sir" I started to mentally pile up jargon " For me the TOMA of consumers..."






" Dei Aadi naale run dhanda, nee dhan last batsman paathu aadu, cmon aadi"

Srikrishna wailed as I took guard.




Year : May 2009

KK nagar corporation ground Chennai

Time : 6.49 pm




We were playing our toughest match till date,against the corporation/govt school guys.

Denied of all fattening comforts us private school guys get for fun, the govt school

urchins were as raw as it could get. They were the pioneers of modern day IPL. Their

only shot : the Heave. Their only ball : the fast rising face breaker. And they

randomly hit stumps just to see it break, even though the batsman reached the crease

yesterday.


They were express paced, mind u this was corporation ground with a 12 yard pitch and

each ball zoomed past like pslv. They were untrained and raw but the pace was

donald/jeff thomson standards .This was the closest we cud get to real cricket. We

were shit scared yes, but were excited by the challenge.


The first ball came and left me before I could say "W***a". I gulped, swatted my

sweat and at once felt pity for Sachin Tendulkar, how much I wouldve abused him and

his struggle with donald. My opponent was mgr nagar pandi and I couldn't touch him.


The next four balls were not worth describing, I somehow managed not to get out as

ball did trapeze tricks and swung like the stock market. Pandi ran hard for the last

ball.

I went into semi comatose state and he heaved himself along with the ball. My frens

blurred, their voices were an incomprehensible din, I went into the zone and saw the

ball hurl dust as it thudded into the pitch and raced towards my face. In a flash, I

arched front and then back and thwacked the ball, pulling it into the boundary. We

had won. That was my first pull shot ever.


What followed after that was stuff of schooltime legends, jumping and howling,

pouring and emptying water packets over each other as 7 of my best pals fell on top

of me. We danced and ran all the way with the least care for such things as hygiene,

composure or etiquette. We were clueless but yes We were happy.




"Aadi sir, lighta anachitu poidunga" ( aadi sir, switch off the lights and go)

Kumar the office assistant said before he left.



Year : May 2003

Pearson Office - Chennai

Time : 6.49 pm


My day started at 7 am and never seemed to end as I counted each minute. Mechanically

i arranged my sales bag as I was about to leave for the day. I closed my cabin and

got down and walked towards my bike. In a moment I was in the signal near my office,

another flash I was near home. My life flashed in front of me as I drove zig zag

without thought. Where am I, What am I doing? My branded watch flashed 7.30 pm, my

shirt shone in the streetlight, extra lite and comfort series, the salesman promised.

I reached home and parked my bike as I received 3 smses.


ASM : Pls send me today's sales report along with your expense vouchers before 8 pm

and also start to Pondicherry post Midnight - Get some sleep in the bus.


Girlfriend : You are not the person I loved, are we even still together ?


ICICI : Your account has been credited with Rs 44500. Thank you.




I frowned and looked up to the stars, looking at them after years, searching for

myself, my life and my smile.



Where am I ? ?

A Walk to Remember

Right along the Autumn Streets,


The elder wind parting strands of hair,


The Maple leaf, up above and lingering onto feet,


Hand in Hand as we trod along the winding lanes ,


Smell ,Sight and Sound all in harmony,


A freedom of yonder unknown until,


As we grasp the beauty of deep breath,


And the preciousness of being together


Memories of struggle and snuggle intertwined,


With tears dried and despair deceived,


Our fears and uncertainties put to rest,


Nothing to look back and nobody to ask,


With lips merged and eyes not behind but onto each other,


As we kissed, and kissed and kissed some more,


As we hugged, and hugged and hugged some more,


Smiles spread like persian robes on the marble of togetherness,


The Palace of our dreams finally dawns,


As the rusted lock of treachery and dogma broken free,


The Gates of true desire open,


to the world of the lover, a world of two


that shrugs itself to one as the passion unites,


The weed of blame, the shackles of guilt and doubt,


finally removed, to hear the reed of belief,


play the song of love,


You become me and me , you..


As years of travesty,


decades of patience,


centuries of wait,


ends at the point where our hearts meet, bodies merge, soul entwined ,,


And as I thank the maker for carving you into my heart,


And as I look back, forth and now into your eyes,


All I ever wanted to say was one thing,


And that one thing has always been, now and will be in future,


the only truth between us..


That one thing


is what I have always whispered, said, sung, shouted and conveyed in muted glances and blushed smiles,


And it is this :


I Love you


Before


For now,


Forever.

ரயில் பயணம்

ரயில் பயணம்

ஜன்னல் வழியே மலைகளும் வயல்களும் படைப்பின் மகத்துவமும் , கடந்து செல்லும் பிச்சைக்காரர்களும் குருடர்களும் கர்ம வினைகளும், மனிதர்களும் மனித வேடங்களும், கையில் பறக்கும் புத்தக காகிதங்களில் படித்த வரிகளும், நீர் சக்கறை ஆளும் ஏலக்காய் தேநீரும், அவ்வப்போது கேட்கும் ringtone தத்துவ பாடல்களும் இருக்கமும் நாற்றமும் கடந்த சமத்துவமும் ..... ரயில் பயணம் ஒவ்வொன்றும் மிக நுட்பமான அனுபவம் :)

Amazing man..Sachin Tendulkar.. He can defend like a wall..the most beautiful defence in cricket..robust,picture perfect ...play 317 minutes and graft to a score of 103 on a dustbowl on the final day chasing 387...can absolutely dismantle attacks with utter destruction... score a double hundred in an ODI... can be the top scorer in a T20 tournament of the highest quality with proper cricketing shots ..hardly a lofted shot.. still doesnt miss the slightest chance for a quick single.. rolls his arm over ..bowl legspin..offspin.. medium pace...pick crucial wickets..hold every catch..field with gusto and a bullet arm to boot.. and still..21 years of relentless masterclass and still..remains grounded...not a single word spoken..not a single lewd gesture... always with a smile..Only his Simplicity outshines his Genius..Amazing Man ...Sachin Tendulkar. :)

வாழ்க தமிழ்

தமிழில் கவிதை எழுதியே ஆகவேண்டும் என்று நான் நினைத்த கணம் என் மனதில் தோன்றிய முதல் வாக்கியம் "Where the hell is my pen?" :0

Battle

Love is an Internal eruption , a lone battle fought within,

where our very soul is shaken every moment, life drawn out and thrusted inside in microseconds;

Where every word, spoken or unspoken, matters more than life,

where Silence is the loudest sound and soundless dictionary of true emotions.

It is the fiercest battle one should face, where the bait is our own soul, but it is the only battle worth fighting in our life.