Posted in Politics - General

A Colorful Week

What a week! What a week in the US!
A Colorful one for sure.

Perhaps the most decisive week in recent times. When I say the most decisive, I am referring to the simple fact that 2 major nationwide social issues got the Supreme Court Justices’ attention in a single week. In addition, majority of the governing leaders of a certain section of the country, (where quite a few people still live in denial of what the Confederate Flag represent), decided to bring down the flag.
Isn’t that something?

Posted in Humor - General


“It’s a sickness, this rush to use tragedy to advance your narrative. Combine that with an inability for self-examination, an almost comical degree of self-exculpatory rhetoric, flag pins, a little bit of leg, and a complete immunity to irony, you’ve got yourself a full-blown case of Foxabetes.”

Note: Sometimes when Jon Stewart goes on a tirade against a specific target, he comes out with these long sentences filled with nuggets of wisdom. This was from ‘The Daily Show’ episode dated June 22, 2015.

Posted in Poem, Thamizh (தமிழ்)



என்னை என் ஏளனமாய் பார்க்கிறாயடா?

காலையும், மாலையும், மத்தியில்

பத்து பதினோறு முறையும் உன்னால்

என்னை நினைக்காமலிருக்க முடியுமாடா?


என் நினைப்பு வந்து விட்டால்

உன் கனப்பு கூட விட்டுப்போகுமடா சமயத்தில்..

என்னை என் ஏளனமாய் பார்க்கிறாயடா?

போன புதன் கிழமை மூணே முக்கால் மணிக்கு

மண்டையைப் பிளக்கும் உச்சி வெயிலில்,

மஹாலட்சுமி அபார்ட்மெண்டிற்கும் பாக்யலட்சுமி அபார்ட்மெண்டிற்கும்,

இடையே உள்ள சகதி சந்திற்குள்

மூக்கை இறுக்கிப் பிடித்து மூத்திர வாடையை மறைத்து

முன்னூறு அடி முன்னாலே நகர்ந்து

உன்னைப் போலவர்கள் பலர்அடித்து துரத்தி ஆதரவின்றி

திக்குத் திசையில்லாமல் திரிந்து கொண்டிருக்கும் அந்த

நொண்டித் தெரு நாய் பாதி தின்றும் பாதி தின்னாமலும்

விட்டுச் சென்ற நாலு திண்டுக்கல் தலப்பாக்கட்டி பிரியாணி

பொட்டலங்களைப் பதினோறு மணி நேரமாய்

என்னையே நினைத்துக் கொண்டிருந்ததால்,

பக்கத்தில் யாரும் பார்க்கிறார்களா என்று

கொஞ்சம் கூட பொருட்படுத்தாமல்,

பொத பொதவென்று முழுங்கினாயே

எந்த வித கனப்புமின்றி,

வந்த விக்கலுக்குத் தண்ணி கூட குடிக்காமல்..

ஞாபகமிருக்கிறதாடா மடையா?

இன்னும் ஏன் என்னை ஏளனமாய் பார்க்கிறாயடா எளவு கெட்டவனே?

நீ உயிரோடு இருக்கும் வரை,

என் நினைப்பு உன்னை விட்டுப் போகாதடா..

இந்த வறுமை உன்னைத் துரத்தும் வரை,

என் நினைப்பே உன்னைக் கொன்றுவிடுமடா!

போடா போ!

The beauty of a any poem is lost when one tries to translate it from the original language it was written to another language.
Especially something like this, because there is so much informal and slang based approach to this poem that it just won’t do justice when I try to translate. But still, there are many who won’t even get the main intent of this poem, if I don’t translate. So, here I go…

The poem is a first person monologue by “Hunger”.
Imagine “Hunger” speaking to someone living in poverty.

Why do you look down upon me?
Ho Fool! Don’t you realize that you can’t stop thinking about me every morning, every evening and for about ten, eleven times in between?

You lose your self-pride when you think of me and yet why do you look on me with disdain?

Last Wednesday, at about 3:45 PM, under the wrath of the burning Sun,
In that muddy lane between Mahalakshmi Apartments and Bhagyalakshmi apartments,
You walked about 300 feet forward, with your hands tightly gripping your nose to avoid that urine stench.                                                                                                                                                                                    

And then you hurriedly swallowed what was left in those four packers of biriyani, half eaten by an abused, lame dog, mistreated  by many people just like you have been – 

Completely oblivious to anyone who may have been watching you at that moment, thus forgetting your self-pride because you had been thinking about me for more than 11 hours.                                                                             

Yes, you even ignored those violent hiccups.
Don’t you remember that you ignorant fool?                                                                                                        

What makes you look down upon me even then? Why so much scorn?

As long as you are alive, you will never be able to stop thinking about me.                                                

And as long as this poverty continues to haunt you, my thought itself will kill you.

Get Lost. Just Get Lost!!


Posted in Miscellaneous

The Kids Are Doing All Right

Four Stories

Story 1

A friend’s daughter (14) bags the second spot in the 2015 National Geography Bee Championship.

Story 2

A friend’s son (14) wins the 2015 Grade 4 ITF Clay Court Singles Tennis Championship in Sweden.

Story 3

A friend’s daughter (14) grabs the All Around 5th spot in the 2015 Australian National Gymnastics Championships.

Story 4

A local 12 year old boy (not a personal acquaintance) decides to help out homeless people in the Detroit neighborhood not out of whim, but simply based on what his heart told him to do. He now has made this as his mission in life (among other things such as playing for the Tigers, becoming the President of the country, etc.) – that he wants to eliminate homelessness completely.

I heard/read about all the above stories in 4 different & disjoint instances in the past couple of weeks.

Tonight, I sit back to assimilate & chew on these four stories and I somehow feel compelled to connect them all in a way that makes it meaningful to the father in me.

I feel proud of these kids – simply because I share the same timeline with them during Earth’s cosmic travel.

I feel inspired by what they have achieved.

I feel happy for their parents.

I want to take the very essence out of these stories, all of which are enormously inspiring in their own right, to say the least.

Yes, The Kids are doing all right. They just need love, guidance & assurance that they are doing all right!!

……..And I just need to remember that every day.