unnale unnale

the most amazing lyrics i have heard till now...
how do these tam lyricists manage it, i will never know..
or is the magic of your mother tongue that it seems so sweet..

here is a couple of lines translated in english...

unnaale unnaale vinnaalachchendrene
because of you I went to rule the space

unn munne unn munne mei thaazha nindrene
before you i stand reduced..

oru sottu kadalum nee oru pottu vaanam nee
you are a drop of the ocean, one dot of the sky

oru pulli puyalum nee brahmiththen
you are one point of a tornado, i am overwhelmed...

this soul pinching lyrics along with the lilting music.. what can i say..
this is heaven i think.. to get lost in music.... the song of life...
i love those sundays where i just listen to music, lost in my own world..
unable the bear the joy.. my heart not large enough to contain it all...

a toast to blogging!!

it's so cool to blog.. its like a diary with the span of your life... you can shout, grieve, reminisce and make judgements... you can choose the image you want to project... its a mirror to your life... a witness to that aspect of your personality that you want to share with the world... its absolutely fabulous... gives you a sense of ego... you are what your words are kind of a thing... (its a flase sense of pride - partial too, but who cares!)

i wonder why few people take to the delights of blogging.. a wonderful way of voicing your opinions... knowing that someday to someone, it might all make some sense.. a tiny difference even...

a toast to blogging!!

patience...

can people ever change their fundamental characterisitcs? can we learn virtues? or should we be born with it?

can i ever learn patience and detachment... when my mood changes like quicksilver and i am passionate about everything there is.. things which i reallllllly loove and things which i absolutely hate....

can we really learn to be dispassionate? is it maturity, wisdom born out of experience? to be that way... like a monk in the himalayas away from all family and people... breathing in air and finding meaning in living such a life... searching for himself... only to realise that there is no such thing called individuality... only the result of your own accumulated karma and the strength of your own will...

ah there... we are made from bits of god.. and if god epitomises patience, then so can we... there.. that answers my questions!!

see, this is what i like about writing... it brings clarity, just by slowing your thoughts to the pace of our writing... enough to allow understanding to dawn on your racing thoughts....

patience... writing teaches you that.....