Since child hood i have been always accompanying some one(Mostly my dad or my parental uncles) either to receive some one or bid fare well to some one else.When i look back down the memory lane, a few of them stand itched in memory while most of them had got drowned into oblivion.
While i had not gone thru any mental disturbances (positive or negative)due to such events of send off /welcome of late i had been experiencing some sence of happiness or sorrow whenever i go to send off some one or to receive some one.Whether it is due to age or whether it is due to the close bond of love and affection experienced, is a moot question.
My wife had her lines drawn up clearly. If it is to welcome some one, she will be inclined and if it is send off some one it will always be an emphatic no.Thus invariably i have to take the reins in my hand either to receive some one or to send off some one else.
My memories go back to my days spent in my village Asokapuri when all members from my dad down to all his brothers and their siblings who used to come to the big BANYAN tree either to receive some one or to give send off to some one. It used to be a bus called Natana Rani (translated as Dancing queen)whose drivers and conductors had the great regard and res pect for my dad and his brothers who were always known as Asokapuri mirasudars and by pet names such as Sivappaiar,bankiyer, karuppaiyar and so on.My wife who is a fan of Rajinikanth (WHILE I HAPPEN TO BE A FAN OF kamal) would still win an argument over me when it comes to any issues relating to Colour by saying that my father and her mother (who happens to be my father's elder daughter and my mother in law)are also black like Rajinikanth.Reason as to why my father is nick named as KARUPPAIYAR.
Sorry that i have digressed a bit.TO put it simply the timings of the bus used to be punctual and all of us used to be assembled near the banyan tree atleast half an hour before arrival/departure and would be excitedly involved in some conversation or other and now in retrospect it appears that all of them were stage managed by some one senior in the family, so that the pain of parting is not felt and the joy of union is also not overtly enjoyed.
Now that long prelude and comments are all reflections arising as a result of send offs and welcomes that i have been associated with in the past one year or so..It all started last year when my son (first) and daughter(next) left for Hongkong and USA in a span of 15 days. My daughter returned first after completing her project within a record 45 days to be just in time for her betrothal.My son returned later availing his annual leave in advance for my daughter’s marriage.He left exactly a week after the marriage and returned again last week to qualify for his doctorate at EFL, Hyderabad.Having successfully qualified for the same(one of the few doctorates at his age of 26)he left back for Hongkong today by theChennai- Kualalampur flight leaving at 12.30 pm.The same flight which i took about a decade back when i first landed in Hongkong.History keeps repeating itself.
And the feelings that arise as different points of time when you come to see off different persons, or the same person keeps changing all the time.Some times you were overjoyed. Some times you had a tinge of sorrow.Some other times it is a mixed bag of feelings.And the re4ason as to why a particular person feels in a particular manner is verey difficult to decipher.But with all my experience which i narrated in the earlier part of this post my feelings were under control or well balanced..or so i thought.And this time my only thought was about the next time when i will be visiting the airport to welcome my “doctor son.” This next trip of my son one is important to me,. as important as his recent visit, for by the next time he visits i expect him to have secured one more doctorate up his sleeves besides also earmarking for him some great heights and place in the history of linguistics and phonetics .This would ensure him to look at the world and those with whom he moved with , radiating confidence and self reliance.
And then there will be suitors waiting to win his hands, provided he is in the mind set to stop his academic pursuits at that time and decide to settle in to a harmonious family life.In the process there will be sighs from those who missed out on him and there will be competition amongst eligible girls to woo him.
If that be so where is the need to feel dejected or sad??And that is the reason i was feeling high and happy when i bade him good bye for i knew that when he comes back he will be a role model in many aspects including that of a great son to his dear parents.And the fact remains that the three days fever which made him/ rather forced him to cancel his flight and settle for a flight on the next day, according to me , is an indication that “DRUSTI KAZPPU “ had already happened which means he is free of the evil looks of the envied eyes.
The point therefore is that as and when we go to meet some one or send off some one let us wish all good luck to them with full of happiness and affection which enables a positive energy to engulf both the parties.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
DOCTOR -U MADE US PROUD
It was a wait of more than 15 months.
A thesis which was submitted with a record speed in a span of 15 months had to wait for another 15 moths to get its share of honour.
Yes. there is a time for every thing and during the interugnum, one has to only keep trying and leave the results to the time and destiny, or in short to GOD.And sincere attempts and the passion for the perfection never lets anyone in dismay.
It was Feb 14th and the whole world was celebrating the Valentine day. It was a day of celebration. The air was already filled with joy of the lovers and happily married couples.It was smelling sweet and i was waiting to join the celebrations, not with a view to CELEBRATE THE VALENTINE DAY BUT TO celebrate another one of those life time attainment.
LET me not prolong the suspence. The occasion represent the day of VIVAVOCE for my son in respect of his thesis submitted in Non 2010 at EFL, Hyderabad.He flew from Hongkong to CHENNAI on 12 th early morning hours and left for Hyderabad on the morning of 13th(An unlucky number for most , and a lucky one for him ..strange coincidences...he started his journey to this Phd some time back in the year 2003 on another day of 13th, when he entered Loyola).
I still recollect and remember the gleam in his eyes when he got the admission, after a hectic 9 month period when he was in and out of two colleges at cHENNAI AND Bangalore in quick succession for his own valid reasons.How valid they were is proved beyond doubt on this day.And the observation of one of the principals when he chided mefor backing my son with a cryptic comment that an year's loss would turn out to be an irreparable one was haunting him than me and he did every thing to prove that he did not waste even a second thereafter.
And it was exactly 5pm on 14/2/012.The much awaited call came from my son.As usual there was a run to the phone both by me and my wife and as sual, i gave the freedom to her to pick the receiver first.And the voice from the other end reverberated simultaneously in our ears.The voice said with claity, and confidence"You are talking to Dr Srinivas".
Our joy knew no bounds. It was a great moment. Words can not expressit.
The struggeles underrwent and the battles fought to wards this journey are matters which can fill up naother blog later.
Forthe present, thank u may dear son. you have made us proud, is suffice to say.
CHEERS ALL THE WAY TO YOU.
A thesis which was submitted with a record speed in a span of 15 months had to wait for another 15 moths to get its share of honour.
Yes. there is a time for every thing and during the interugnum, one has to only keep trying and leave the results to the time and destiny, or in short to GOD.And sincere attempts and the passion for the perfection never lets anyone in dismay.
It was Feb 14th and the whole world was celebrating the Valentine day. It was a day of celebration. The air was already filled with joy of the lovers and happily married couples.It was smelling sweet and i was waiting to join the celebrations, not with a view to CELEBRATE THE VALENTINE DAY BUT TO celebrate another one of those life time attainment.
LET me not prolong the suspence. The occasion represent the day of VIVAVOCE for my son in respect of his thesis submitted in Non 2010 at EFL, Hyderabad.He flew from Hongkong to CHENNAI on 12 th early morning hours and left for Hyderabad on the morning of 13th(An unlucky number for most , and a lucky one for him ..strange coincidences...he started his journey to this Phd some time back in the year 2003 on another day of 13th, when he entered Loyola).
I still recollect and remember the gleam in his eyes when he got the admission, after a hectic 9 month period when he was in and out of two colleges at cHENNAI AND Bangalore in quick succession for his own valid reasons.How valid they were is proved beyond doubt on this day.And the observation of one of the principals when he chided mefor backing my son with a cryptic comment that an year's loss would turn out to be an irreparable one was haunting him than me and he did every thing to prove that he did not waste even a second thereafter.
And it was exactly 5pm on 14/2/012.The much awaited call came from my son.As usual there was a run to the phone both by me and my wife and as sual, i gave the freedom to her to pick the receiver first.And the voice from the other end reverberated simultaneously in our ears.The voice said with claity, and confidence"You are talking to Dr Srinivas".
Our joy knew no bounds. It was a great moment. Words can not expressit.
The struggeles underrwent and the battles fought to wards this journey are matters which can fill up naother blog later.
Forthe present, thank u may dear son. you have made us proud, is suffice to say.
CHEERS ALL THE WAY TO YOU.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
sleep and thereafter
The famous tamil poet Thiruvalluvan said in one of his couplets that Sleep is akin to death and the difference is that one is a temporary death, as one can wake up to the present world after sleep, while in death, the person wakes up in a different world.
I wish it becomes so easy to appraoch the cocept of death in the aforesaid manner so that it reduces the pain which arise as a result of death to the near and dear.Lot of things have been wriiten about life and death and also about life after death. Especially the Hindu REligion is strongly founded on the concept of Rebirth after death. Right now there are umpteen programmes in Tamil TV world dealing with this subject(First credit goes to VIJAY TV , which has started the programme titled :PUNAR JENMAM:.other tvs known for their copy right credentials have followed with serials like Bairavi and Sivasankari with out loss of time.Women folk will find it engrossing to remain glued to their seats, till such time they are woken up by the burning smell from the kitchen.
The post is not intended to give publicity to these TV shows.It has a different purpose. The killer decease CANCER had consumed one more life in the last week.The victim was my cousin's daughter at USA, who had left behind her German Husband and a daughter of 7 years old besides her parents (both of whom are senior citizens) to mourn her death.It was exactly six months back when i lost a friend of mine , who was suffering from cancer for decades ,In the case of my niece, the decease was more benevolent in the sence it took her life within 6 months of its identification.World, we calim had advanced by leaps and bounds.I am however yet to come across osme one, atleast in my experience, who had been totally cured of the killer decease.This is where the helpless ness of humanity is often broughtinto galring light.Despite the himalyam achievements that the Human race can claim for itself, it becomes a hapless victim in such circumsatances.
When i went to console my cousin and his wife , i was shocked to see them silently sitting side by side, in a sofa, iN a spacious home at Nungambakkam
waiting for the news of delivery of death body to the near and dear who were waiting at US , 74 HRS after the death had struck,for want of completion of various formalities at US, as my niece lived in one place, died in a hospital else where and the body had to cross one more state inbetween.
DEATH ITSELF IS CRUEL.TO WAIT FOR HAVING A GLIMPSE OF THE BODY FOR HOURS TO GETHER ADDS TO THE AGONY.NO WORDSOF SOLACE CAN BE APT AT THAT MOMENT.
I simply sat witht hem for an hour,pressing their hands alternatively and left .At times silence can be a better communicator than words.This is one such time .
MAY THE DEPARTED SOUL REST IN PEACE....
I wish it becomes so easy to appraoch the cocept of death in the aforesaid manner so that it reduces the pain which arise as a result of death to the near and dear.Lot of things have been wriiten about life and death and also about life after death. Especially the Hindu REligion is strongly founded on the concept of Rebirth after death. Right now there are umpteen programmes in Tamil TV world dealing with this subject(First credit goes to VIJAY TV , which has started the programme titled :PUNAR JENMAM:.other tvs known for their copy right credentials have followed with serials like Bairavi and Sivasankari with out loss of time.Women folk will find it engrossing to remain glued to their seats, till such time they are woken up by the burning smell from the kitchen.
The post is not intended to give publicity to these TV shows.It has a different purpose. The killer decease CANCER had consumed one more life in the last week.The victim was my cousin's daughter at USA, who had left behind her German Husband and a daughter of 7 years old besides her parents (both of whom are senior citizens) to mourn her death.It was exactly six months back when i lost a friend of mine , who was suffering from cancer for decades ,In the case of my niece, the decease was more benevolent in the sence it took her life within 6 months of its identification.World, we calim had advanced by leaps and bounds.I am however yet to come across osme one, atleast in my experience, who had been totally cured of the killer decease.This is where the helpless ness of humanity is often broughtinto galring light.Despite the himalyam achievements that the Human race can claim for itself, it becomes a hapless victim in such circumsatances.
When i went to console my cousin and his wife , i was shocked to see them silently sitting side by side, in a sofa, iN a spacious home at Nungambakkam
waiting for the news of delivery of death body to the near and dear who were waiting at US , 74 HRS after the death had struck,for want of completion of various formalities at US, as my niece lived in one place, died in a hospital else where and the body had to cross one more state inbetween.
DEATH ITSELF IS CRUEL.TO WAIT FOR HAVING A GLIMPSE OF THE BODY FOR HOURS TO GETHER ADDS TO THE AGONY.NO WORDSOF SOLACE CAN BE APT AT THAT MOMENT.
I simply sat witht hem for an hour,pressing their hands alternatively and left .At times silence can be a better communicator than words.This is one such time .
MAY THE DEPARTED SOUL REST IN PEACE....
kolaveri vs kodvasri
By now the whole world had been on its feet dancing to the tunes of Kolaveri.
Whether by merit or by sheer coincidence or because of the good times or by a sheer combination of all three put togther the song had been termed as major hit and the originators of the song themselves have already admitted that they never expected this song to be come so popular.
Any one who is in CHENNAI by now would have been bored to the hilt after seeing the copious appreciation and the Hype that the nmedia has created for this song.There is in fact a tough competition maongst channels as to which channel should be the first to telecase the live show exhibition of song and its creators.
Dhanush, the author, Anirudh, the music director and Ishwarya, the director of the movie NO 3 ALL have appeared in various TV programmes to the extent that they themselves would have become tired by the frenzy that the song had created. THANKFULLY Shruthi hasan has been given a rest ,whther by choice or due to some other reason is not yet known.The fact that celebrities like Amitabh bachhan had paid tributes to this song added to the popularity.
Except a show in JAYA tv, where in the anchor Baski and the host of participants including Deva and NEELU were wondering as to what is so big about the song to woo such praise and appreciation, every other TV was vying with each other to find new meanings in to the song which even the composer or the writer would not have even imagined.
And there were TVs and newspapers trying to bring a rift by claiming that the Dhanush jodi is trying to steal the show at the expense of Anirudh who only is responsible for the greatness of this song.And there were stories that SONY had got the copyright for this song for a song much before its popularity and had made fortune by selling CDS at premium prices much to the dismay of the those responsible for the song.What the gullible public is not aware is that Anirudh himself is related to Dhanushjodi in the sense that he is the son of Ravi Raghavendar , brother of Latha rajnikant.
Thus there were songs which got appreciation much more than they desrved and there weree also songs which were more valuable , which went unnoticed ...the statement is equally true of its authors.My intention in this blog post is not intended to either praise this song or to throw dirt on the song. Already my friends have gone on record that those who do not apprecaite the song obvoiusly belong to the older generation where as the song is the heart throb of the new generation.Even thogh i pretty well knew that even maongst the younger generation there were many who were not vey enthused about the song, the purpose of posting this in my blog is more singular and focussed.
Yes, Suddenly my blog which had only a hnadful of visitors/readers had been frequented by many and the reason is simple. Possibly Kodvasri, my nickname(invented by my son) and kolavery (invented by Dhanush) sound moreor less or look more or less similar with the result the search engines work over time to direct the audience of Kolaveri to my site.
Of course i can guarantee that my blog will not cause any irreparable damage to my visitors. AT THE SAME TIME I CAN also pity with them when they approach my blog with great expectations and end up seeing some thing which they were never prepared for.
So be cool my friends..My blog is running for the past 18 months and is a senior to Kolavery blog. So if not for nay thing me and my blog may be excused for its seniority.And next time whne you spell Kolaveri, be sure that you do not type Kodvasri.The blogs are miles apart by their contents and focus.
Whether by merit or by sheer coincidence or because of the good times or by a sheer combination of all three put togther the song had been termed as major hit and the originators of the song themselves have already admitted that they never expected this song to be come so popular.
Any one who is in CHENNAI by now would have been bored to the hilt after seeing the copious appreciation and the Hype that the nmedia has created for this song.There is in fact a tough competition maongst channels as to which channel should be the first to telecase the live show exhibition of song and its creators.
Dhanush, the author, Anirudh, the music director and Ishwarya, the director of the movie NO 3 ALL have appeared in various TV programmes to the extent that they themselves would have become tired by the frenzy that the song had created. THANKFULLY Shruthi hasan has been given a rest ,whther by choice or due to some other reason is not yet known.The fact that celebrities like Amitabh bachhan had paid tributes to this song added to the popularity.
Except a show in JAYA tv, where in the anchor Baski and the host of participants including Deva and NEELU were wondering as to what is so big about the song to woo such praise and appreciation, every other TV was vying with each other to find new meanings in to the song which even the composer or the writer would not have even imagined.
And there were TVs and newspapers trying to bring a rift by claiming that the Dhanush jodi is trying to steal the show at the expense of Anirudh who only is responsible for the greatness of this song.And there were stories that SONY had got the copyright for this song for a song much before its popularity and had made fortune by selling CDS at premium prices much to the dismay of the those responsible for the song.What the gullible public is not aware is that Anirudh himself is related to Dhanushjodi in the sense that he is the son of Ravi Raghavendar , brother of Latha rajnikant.
Thus there were songs which got appreciation much more than they desrved and there weree also songs which were more valuable , which went unnoticed ...the statement is equally true of its authors.My intention in this blog post is not intended to either praise this song or to throw dirt on the song. Already my friends have gone on record that those who do not apprecaite the song obvoiusly belong to the older generation where as the song is the heart throb of the new generation.Even thogh i pretty well knew that even maongst the younger generation there were many who were not vey enthused about the song, the purpose of posting this in my blog is more singular and focussed.
Yes, Suddenly my blog which had only a hnadful of visitors/readers had been frequented by many and the reason is simple. Possibly Kodvasri, my nickname(invented by my son) and kolavery (invented by Dhanush) sound moreor less or look more or less similar with the result the search engines work over time to direct the audience of Kolaveri to my site.
Of course i can guarantee that my blog will not cause any irreparable damage to my visitors. AT THE SAME TIME I CAN also pity with them when they approach my blog with great expectations and end up seeing some thing which they were never prepared for.
So be cool my friends..My blog is running for the past 18 months and is a senior to Kolavery blog. So if not for nay thing me and my blog may be excused for its seniority.And next time whne you spell Kolaveri, be sure that you do not type Kodvasri.The blogs are miles apart by their contents and focus.
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