my mother
dear everybody,
in my blog now and then , my mom will peep into.she will write some 'PULAMPAL' and she dare call them
''POEMS''
bear her for my sake.
the first one is mine[which i wanted to refine, but found no time].
POSSIBILITY
i DON'T WANT LEISURELY DEADLINES
WORK EXPANDS TO FILL THE AVAILABLE TIME
I DON'T WANT IMPOSSIBLE DEADLINES
HOW CAN THERE BE A LIMIT TO ME?
IMPOSSIBILITY IS A HUMAN CONCEPT
I STOP WHEN I STOP
karthik amma starts;
what a poem!as if he defined and decided his end.
he
often used to tell 'kal ka na ho'[there is no tomorrow].only sages
could foresee.my son might have had the insight,or else why should he
write like this? amazingly,he was always having Bharathiar's poem which
starts as
thedich choru nitham thinru
[the meaning of the poem is]
i am not an ordinary person, who cares for the material wealth,
who runs after food,
who is interested in silly gossip,
who is often depressed with the silliest problems,
who is interested in pricking others,
who will become old with grey hair ,
and fall a prey to death,[like these funny persons]
oh!''SHIVASAKTHI''
tell me SHIVASAKTHI.
Don't u find that he has lived as he defined. he never became old.was
as fresh and was in his favourite jeans and t shirt[he never had the
habit wearing nighties or shorts,he hated that, for he thought it to
most indecent,felt half naked.his friends always made fun of him for
sleeping in jeans]
Hats off to you karthik.
very few people can
only live as they like.most of us have to compromise a lot and have to
forego all our principles and ambitions.you are the luckiest and blessed
to have lived the way you liked.
Karthik,
there is a saying,
it isnot how long you lived,
but
how well you lived
in that sense you lived a whole and complete life.
THE SHORTEST BUT THE SWEETEST LIFE
இப்போது 19 வருடங்கள் ஓடி விட்டன.
அன்று சிந்த ஆரம்பித்த கண்ணீர் இன்னும் நிற்கவேயில்லை.
என்றும் நிற்காது.
