Gets it or not?

You have seen her!

Yes…the vagrant hunger stricken

Brown rusty hair girl

Shabbily clothed with

Ripped...sorry sorry...

Unfashionably ripped

Mud dusted fabric

Showing off her poverty…

And you never missed to see

That too…

Yes…her lovely jubblies

Trying to tuck behind

The torn misfit shirt

Exposing her puberty…

Now you see this too

As she stands bare footed

Right under the scorching sun

Being on tenterhooks

Awaiting just a fistful of Prasad

Right outside that divine place

In the sands of a village

That inhales and exhales

Orthodox, rites, rituals

In the name of being religious

And look there

Her feet go forward to step in

To feed the hungry tum

With the little sacrament

And lo

There she gets  

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PERIOD

பூக்காரி

வாசம் கொண்ட முல்லை மலர்கள்

அவள் வரவை எதிர்நோக்கி காத்திருந்தன ...

கொய்யபடபோகிறோம் என்றறிந்தும்

அவள் கையில் வீழவே ஆசைபட்டன...

கண்டாங்கி சேலை உடுத்தி,

கைகளில் கண்ணாடி வளையல் சிணுங்க,

அவள் தலை சாய்த்து,

இதமாய் முல்லை கொடியை வளைத்து,

மொட்டுகளை கொய்யும் அழகிலேயே,

வீழ்ந்துவிடுகின்றன-

அவள் இடுப்பின் சேலை மடிப்பில்...

கறுத்த மேனி,

கலையுள்ள அகம்,

நீண்ட கருங்கூந்தல் என,

கிராமத்து மண் வாசனை மாறா-

அழகு சிலையாய் வளைய வந்த அவள்,

தினமும் ரசித்து வந்தால்,

முல்லை மலர்களை...

அதனை லாவகமாய் பறித்து,

ஒன்றன்மீது மற்றொன்றை

நூலில் வைத்து,

விரல்களால் வளைத்து வளைத்து,

இடுக்கம்மாய் தொடுத்து,

எடுத்து பார்ப்பாள்...

நடுவே பின்னல் போட்டார் போல்

நூல் பிணைந்திருப்பதை,

அவள் தொடுத்த அழகு...

தொடுத்த பூவை

தாம்பாளத்தில் வைத்து,

தலைவன் வரும் முன்,

முகம் கழுவி,

நெற்றி இட்டு,

தலை சீவி,

பின்னல் இட்டு,

தலைவனின் வருகைக்காக,

மலர்ந்த முகத்துடன்

காத்திருப்பாள்...

தலைவன் வந்து

அவள் சிகையில்

பூசூட்ட...

அன்றும் அவள் காத்திருக்கையில்,

இருண்ட துவங்கியது...

இருண்டது மேகம் என்று நினைத்தாலள்...

அனால்,

இருண்டது அவள் வாழ்வும்தான்...

பூசூட்ட தலைவின் வருவான் என காத்திருந்தவள்,

அறியா பேதையானாள்...

தலைவன் தலை வீழ்ந்து விடவே,

புயலில் சிக்கிய முல்லை கொடியானால்...

தலைவனை தொலைத்த நிலையில்,

வாழ்க்கையின் முடிவோ என்று தத்தளித்தவள்,

மீண்டும் சென்றால்

முல்லை கொடியிடம் ...

நெற்றியில் பொட்டில்லை,

கைகளில் வலையில்லை,

கால் விரலில் மெட்டியில்லை,

இருந்தும்,

அவள் தலை சாய்த்து,

இதமாய் முல்லை கொடியை வளைத்து,

மொட்டுகளை அழகாய் கொய்து,

இடுப்பு சேலையின் மடிப்பில் சேகரித்தாள்...

தினமும் ரசித்து வந்த

முல்லை மலர்களை,

லாவகமாய் பறித்து,

ஒன்றன்மீது மற்றொன்றை

நூலில் வைத்து,

விரல்களால் வளைத்து வளைத்து,

இடுக்கம்மாய் தொடுத்து,

எடுத்து பார்த்தாள்...

நடுவே பின்னல் போட்டார் போல்

நூல் பிணைந்திருந்தது,

அவள் தொடுத்த அழகு...

தொடுத்த பூவை வைத்தால்,

இம்முறை தாம்பாளத்தில் அல்ல...

தார் கூடையில்...

பூசூட்ட தலைவன் இல்லை,

பூவைக்க ஆசை இல்லை,

பூ வாங்க காசும் இல்லை,

ஆனால்,

பூ விற்க ஆளுண்டு,

பூக்காரியாய் இவள்...

முடிவு என நினைத்த இவள்,

பூ விற்கிறாள்,

மற்றவர்களின் மங்கலமான துவக்கத்திற்கு...

:)

நடுநிசி வேளையில்,

தெருவிளக்கை நாடி சென்றது

வெப்பத்தின் போர்வையில் கதகதப்பை காண ...

குளிர் நடுக்கம் அடங்கிய நிலையில்

மன நடுக்கம் ஓங்கியது  ...

இரண்டு அடி தொலைவில் தெருநாய் வெறித்து பார்க்க,

நாடி வந்த நண்பனை,

வெளிச்சம் போட்டு காட்டியது

இதோ இருக்கிறான்-குட்டிப்பூனை...

அறியாமை

உயிர்கொல்லி நோய் உடலிருந்தும்

உற்சாகமாய் சிறுமி...

அறியாமையின் ஆனந்தத்தில்...

WORLD WITHOUT MATHEMATICS!!

The budding students, all over the world once got united when it came for Mathematics. There was a unity among them; the unity for dislike towards Mathematics. They all felt that there wasn’t any necessity for Mathematics and that it only makes them cram their head leading to migraine at times (as they felt !!). One fine day, they all woke up for a protest against Mathematics. The whole world was watching the call of young minds for banning Mathematics. They wanted to live in a world without Mathematics. They gathered together, raised their voice and shook the government. The government and the elderly people were baffled. They wanted to make the young minds understand the importance of Mathematics, but they know that their advice won’t be taken. So, they thought of letting the students to go in their own way and realize its importance by their own experience. The government of every country went for a ban of Mathematics for a week and asked the students to come up with other substitutions for Mathematics wherever necessary. The ban was implemented and that is it. The students cheered up. They sang along:

One two three four,
Usage of Math, not anymore,
And, it’s now easy to score…
So we sing and dance as we roar.
One two three four,
Usage of Math, not anymore…

So this became the student’s anthem and they felt a huge sigh of relief after the ban. They sang and danced along as they returned to their home. As they went back home, they found that numbers have become an inseparable part of their life. On their back home, they had to get a bus or an auto, for which they had to pay the fare and get back the change if necessary which involves nothing but basic calculations. At home when they looked at the clock or the calendar they had numbers. May be numbers can be avoided in case of a clock by assigning colors in place of numbers and thereby reading the time as “Blue: Green am” or “Red: Yellow pm” and so on. Similarly, the dates in the calendar can be assigned flower names. What about phone numbers? Very simple!! Substitute numbers with alphabets. So, you will have numbers as “cdabxmoqrp” and so on.

They felt they could have such substitutions and thus make Mathematics vanish from their life. They looked forward for other alterations but ended up in disgust. They realized mathematical calculations are in every pace of life. Even in cooking we have its application. To boil rice, we need to put rice and water in correct proportion to boil properly. Proportion is a very important part of cooking. Then comes the billing part. Be it an electricity bill or telephone bill, the amount to be paid is calculated from the units consumed which again involves simple mathematical calculations. They were puzzled to know that even some rangoli patterns involves Mathematics – for example, a rangoli pattern named “HRIDAYA KAMALA KOLAM” involves a particular sequence for joining the dots and the sequence comes out of mathematical calculations based on modulus function. Things like this have been a part of our life and it is an example for using Mathematics even without our consciousness. Every little thing baffled them. They felt even in simple household works or utilities Mathematics plays a role. They came out of their home wondering why couldn’t they get rid of Mathematics. They were vexed and sat under a fern tree to cool down under fresh air. They took a leaf out and were admiring its arrangement. They were chit chatting for a while coming out of the world of Mathematics (as they thought!!). By that time, a Mathematics professor passed them and questioned them if they admire the fern leaf’s arrangement. They all accepted that they do like and admire it but when they came to know the hidden Mathematics behind its arrangement, they were dumbstruck. They got to know from the Professor that fern leaf is an example for a fractal. In a fern leaf, every leaf part of the bigger one has the same shape as the whole fern leaf.

It is self-similar. They understood that fractals are structures that can be magnified many terms and after every step, the same structure; which is the characteristic of that particular fractal; can be seen. At this point they started to realize the beauty of Mathematics too. They now started losing their dislike for Mathematics. Instead they developed a curiosity and an interest to learn Mathematics as an art and science as well. They looked around and found fractals in the nature. Honeycomb; a natural fractal; amazed them. Even door grills and floor tiles looked as man-made fractals for them. Their thought started changing. Every student found some application of Mathematics in their field of study. They all gathered together once again. One stood up to say the importance of Mathematics in architecture. The bridges or the pillars are built after calculations are made to make sure as of how much weight it can balance. Engineers heavily rely on Mathematics for their calculations. The other student shared his experience. He is an artist and said that portraits or any other works are painted having a particular scale. If the scale is not proper the art doesn’t look as it has to be. It will look weird. Scale and dimensions is an integrate part every drawing. Similarly, each student added up points as of how important is Mathematics in every field. Be it in operating computers using binary language, usage of Fourier transforms in music compression using MP3, Mathematics has a great deal of applications. We have its application and necessity in every pace of our life. Very soon they all realized their ignorance for raising their voice against Mathematics. They realized that had there been no Mathematics in the world, there would have not been many discoveries or inventions and that we would have lived a life of animals just eating and sleeping and not using our minds for discovering new things. So they all got together yet again; but this time, to put an end to the ban of Mathematics. They now enjoyed Mathematics and appreciated its value and had their anthem changed as:

Hillie Hillie Hoe,
Math- No more our foe…
So let’s stand up to bow,
For the respect we show…
Hillie Hillie Hoe,
Math- No more our foe…

Thus there were no more bans for Mathematics; as a world without Mathematics, will have human beings with nothing less than the animals. There wouldn’t have been discoveries or inventions and we would have still been in dark. Thus, Mathematics has brightened this world and will for sure stay green forever.

                                                                                               

PPS Contest entry 2

As your eye gleams

And fluffy hair that ruffles

Sporting a killer look

There, right at my doorstep

With your smiling lips pouting next

Sending kisses in air,

I would love and ardently love

To extend my arms

And pull you close to me

To rest on your chest-

Muscles chiseled aptly being

A cozy bed customized just for me…

But I can’t be yours

And you can’t be mine…

As I’m destined to bloom as sunflower

Whilst the warmth of your rays

Spread upon me bringing cheers

From a distance too far

And never can I wish to have

You, close to me

As the sun burns this flower

And that’s in the destined norms…

I thus wish and just wish that

Some day I’ll carry all my memories to sea,

And hang them up against the wind to dry.

As you romanticize

To hold my hand to slow dance

For the music of our heart

On a random breezy evening…

As you romanticize

To have your favourite dish

No matter how it tastes

But just cooked for you

And fed by me…

As you romanticize

To cuddle me up as a baby

And adore me sleep at peace

As you sing a lullaby…

I would love and just love

To say a YES for all you romanticize

And turn a magic wand

To make your dreams come true

And make it a sweet memory

For just you and me to cherish

And reminisce as we grow…

But I can’t be yours

And you can’t be mine and

I thus wish and just wish that

Some day I’ll carry all my memories to sea,

And hang them up against the wind to dry. 

                                    

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PPS Contest Entry 1

To fall in love needs no reason,

To fall in love needs no designation…

The churning soul inside me cries aloud

Whilst they hear nothing but see many.

No! Jump not to conclusion!

They don’t have eyes that see love

But have the ones to see me…

Me…As a woman,

         As a married woman &

           As a mother,

Who is bound to spell “I love you”

Only to her spouse. PERIOD

Else it’s termed extramarital or lesbian stuff!

I scream… I scream with silent sound that;

Someday I’ll carry all my memories to sea

And hang them up against the wind to dry…

It’s just love, an admiration

An expression that says “You mean a lot to me”,

It’s just the connection of souls

And which isn’t any lust

But just a throbbing heart to express it’s love

Saying “I love you” and not “I lust you”…

Sometimes forgetting, I stand amidst

A “society” so conservative

With everyone busy peeking and probing

Other’s relationships rather strengthening theirs…

I scream… I scream with silent sound that;

Someday I’ll carry all my memories to sea

And hang them up against the wind to dry…

The liberals few amongst you

May support this unsung story

But remember it’s just few you

Amidst this huge “society”

With myself as a part as much as you.

Love needs no bravery,

Love needs no conditions apply

But to explain and justify

The purity and innocence

That two loving souls hold

May take generations together and

Till then I decide to stay anonymous

With this unsung love story

As I scream with silent sound that;

Someday I’ll carry all my memories to sea

And hang them up against the wind to dry…