Tiny house

Long did I cherish a desire,

Neither for health nor for any fame.

But a tiny house tucked in a corner of earth,

Where I could be with my thoughts

- Rabindranath Tagore

What a wonderful world.

- Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

:)

Troublesome companion

Original Poem in Tamil by Avvaiyar (12th Century AD)
ஒரு நாள் உணவை , ஒழிஎன்றல் ஒழியாய்
இரு நாளைக்கு ஏலென்றால் ஏலாய்
ஒரு நாளும் என்நோய் அறியாய்
இடும்பைகூர் என்வயிறே
உன்னோடு வாழ்தல் அரிது


One days's food, you cant forgo
Nor would you accept in one lot food for two days
Even for a single moment, you don't understand my pains!
O stomach of mine,
It is indeed an arduous task to live with you!

True... makes sense. a troublesome companion it is

Life and Random thoughts

Life, as we know it, is unexplainable. Of late I've been coming across people and friends who have been gloomy and cheerless. They, in their inability to explain life, are listless; “no wind in their sails” so to say.

Why does one thing, anything, become so important that life is a drag and no longer about them? It's like they have sold their life, their soul to someone or just lost it. It doesn't make sense. Isn't life to enjoy and laugh. Laugh at problems?

Why, as one grows old, we lose track of who we are? Why lose track of what we are? Why we lose interest on things we love and start concentrating all our life/time/energy on things irritate or simply don't make any sense? Why waste time and life on such things?

Why not just love the feel, smell, taste, touch of life? Why not just dance through life? As Colonel Slade would say; When tangled up, why not just tango on?

Why not? Questions without answers.


Cultivating worry in your mind day after day, and living in fear as a consequence, is the practice of Ignorance.

Shedding all doubts and surrendering to the benign Grace of the Omnipotence that guards and protects the Universe entire is the assertion of Wisdom supreme.

- SUBRAMANIA BHARATIAR