Deepotsav 2006

And I turned my neck ever so slightly - to avoid glances. I looked up at the Zimmer auditorium, as I have done year after year. I found very few familiar faces. Just a small little strip of faithful old timers, as old as I was, also wondering why they were still in school.

I owed this to myself - for not being there, a year earlier. I needed this, for a lot of reasons I cannot quite comprehend.Its almost as if it is a calling, and I had to do it - Somehow I ended up coordinating the Orchestra for the show. Just as any other show, this one had its share of hitches.In the end, it doesn't matter. The show goes on. And I made some good friends in the process, and felt closer to my music as I hadn't in a long time.

My point made, and I bid adieu to the UC community the way I wanted to - with grace, and diginity. With some anonymous faces and some familiar ones - None too dear or too far present on that day. Just the way life was meant to be.

I've had my share of Deepotsavs, and salsa lessons. I' ve had my krishna carryout binges and late night assignments. I've had belly-aching laughter sessions, and soul-wringing crying sessions. And boy ! What an eventful journey it has been ! And somehow , in the process, I ended up with a few people that are very dear to me. People who will persist in my life. And with that - I think my time has come. I'll exit the stage, and someone else will take over. Because the show has to go on.
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Bastards!!!

Believe me, no one has a lower opinion of these species than I do, but this article just nailed why!!!

Got my License !!

I got my License today !!!

Thank you to everyone of you who've sat with me patiently while I blundered through the numerous honks and confusing the lefts for the rights!!!

Thank you !!!
Here are some beautiful Tam lyrics. I am looking to add more. All contributions welcome !


"Paadhaiyo Dooram,
Naanoru Baaram
Yennai un yellai varai Kondu selvaya?"

"Udalukul erukkum
Uyir oru sumaya
Anbe unnai naanum vittu selvena?"


"Kaiyachudum yenralum theeyai thodum pillai pol unnaye meendum nenaikiren"

"Ada rama ivan paadu intha penmai ariyaadha"





" Ennoda en kaadhaliya romba romba baddhiramaa"

"
irakkam illaa iravugaLil idhu evanoa anuppum maaRudhalaa"





"Ada rama , ivan paadu intha penmai ariyaadha"

"
Azhagae unnai pirinthaen
Yen arivil ondrai ilanthaen
Velliyae aluthaal vetkam endru
Vilakkai anaithu aluthaen "

"Thirakkatha sirpi yennai thirandhu kolla solgiratha"

"Valayaadha moongilil raagam vazhindu oduthe"

Having lived around Cincinnati for quite a while, I think its time to list my food experiences in the city.

Best Thai Place : Teak Thai,Mt Adams.

Definitely tastes much different than ANY other Thai restraunt with its fresh basil leaves and gentle thai curry.

Worst Thai Place : Kun Ying,Downtown

Donot go there even if you are a victim of serious malnutrition. The service is downright.. well, let me take that back. The service is NONEXISTENT.

Best Medditerranean : Mejana,Downtown

The ambience and the music transports you to caravans and oases. Not to be outdone, the food is amazing, and its a veggie haven too!!

Best Indian : New Krishna,Sharonville

Amazing choices on the lunch buffet, this place is a chaat lovers heaven!

Cumin,Hyde Park :

Very good fusion cusine !!

Best Chinese : Shanghai Mama,Downtown

Service is very good, and food gets to your table fast. Very lunch friendly place. Food is seasonal though, sometimes its excellent, sometimes its pathetic.

PF chang's,Rookwood Commons : Not authentic chinese - but still great food !!

Worst Chinese : Red Pepper,West McMillan

What is the deal with Asian restraunts and food service? No really !! There is this very rude waitress who haggles poor UC students to tip more than they can afford. Its not about the money people ! But you cannot solicit tips !! NO!! Did they not teach you that in China !! Oh wait a minute you cannot understand what I am saying , even I , for the love of God, repeat it 10 TIMES!! Never mind. Food though, is pretty ok!!

Best Sandwich and Soups place downtown : Roly Poly,Downtown

A veggie, weight watchers, fast food eaters heaven. Ideal lunch place - affordable, fast and friendly.

Best Pizza : Hmm, this could take a while - Panera Bread - the crispani is too thin and "nice". A refreshingly fresh dimension to an otherwise stale mozzerella and marinara fare.

Worst Pizza : Papa Johns. - Flat , dull, and predictable.

Best Mexican : Chipotle. Unpretentious , clean , healthy , and YUMMMMYYYYY !!

Worst Mexican : Burrito Joe's. Always crowded, moreover,the sour cream there is so dull and tasteless you start wondering if they make it out of the same thing they make the burrito with.

Best Breakfast : IHOP - Any damn day !!! Brueggers Bagels follows with a very close second. The "everything" Bagel with very light Mayo is a must try !!

Best Italian : Buca De Beppo,Rookwood Commons

The ambience is nice. So is the food. This one has lots of good memories !

Worst Italian : SBarro

Best cornbread place : Fat fish Blue,Newport

A pity that place is closed now :(

Best French Fries Place : Chicago Gyro,West McMillan

There is a seasoning on top thats soo flavorful ! Too good !

Best "Veggie choices" around UC : Myra's Dionsyus,Calhoun

Cilantro Vietnamese Bistro,Clifton

Best "Veggie choice" around downtown : Manna Vegetarian Deli,Downtown

Best international fusion cuisine : Kona Bistro,Hyde Park


Best Orange Juice ever : Fruities and Smoothies,Downtown
I am a complete anti - OJ person. You cannot find Tropicana in our pantry, no sir, nothing can make me gulp down gallons of acidic liquid that tastes like medicine. But the freshly squeezed OJ at Fruities and smoothies is just that - no acidity, no chemical smells, just pure orange juice, just the way mom made it !!

October. I wonder why I am really looking forward to this. The traffic diversions and irritating sounds apart - downtown Cincinnati feels like - a "work in progress" without the fountain square.There is something about that grotesque structure that feels that the city does, infact, have a history. I imagine old-style gyro carts , and women in gingham dresses. Somehow the past year hasn't quite been the same without "The Lady". But she is going to be back again - and this time the whole place is going to be a lot bigger and better !! With bigger ice rinks, and big size TV screens a la NY and better lights and sounds, water falls and free wi-fi - this midwest city sure does have a charm of its own !! Oh talking of rinks - I heard that we are going to experience flurries this week !! Yay!! The first flurry of snow is always special - each year !!!


Here's to another winter !!

My own blogspace...
The one place where I can write anything I want to. Yes, and its mine to stay. This space will host my wedding pics, my children , and my grandchildren's pics. And everything inbetween.Peace - is the one word that would best describe my current state of mind. Oh and "Serene" and "Happy" too. Yup !! Clear skies are here to stay. Good riddance to "lowly life forms" !!!


On a different note, a very dear friend of mine got married recently. One of the last few in the singles club ( which got disbanded recently due to lack of membership!!) we have had amazing times together. An excellent blogger, and and even more amazing friend - Here is to you couz !! Love ya!! And congrats !!!

Farewell to a dearie...

Just another random day in the lab, running simulations. And then I heard the news.


Memories... me and my sister to the circus... We used to make up funny names for relatives...He was a great, great story teller... Fond memories of detective stories "Shekar kadhai" where the entire kids pattalam would listen spell bound.... How he coined a whole invocation title song for his daily dose of detective stories....



He had a massive heart attack.....



I was about 10 years old. A rough time in the family where my mom was getting operated. He used to specially make "Nei sadham" for me and tell me stories and feed it.How we played cards - how we used to see the cards from his spectacle reflection... How he used to fall asleep reading the newspaper..



He was taken to the ICU...



"Ding dong" used to be our favorite drink. Whenever I visited him, his favorite pethi's arrival was an excuse for us to go and buy these. "Thumba poo veshti" - he loved washing is white dhothis to perfection."Speaking brinjals" and the way he used to cook them for us.



Ambulance...



Music - how he thought I was the best singer in the whole wide world. How I ve never refused to sing for him - ever. How we rehearse "mokshamu galadha" as he was on his "Salavai" sprees.How he tells us stories of him practicising music and the time he was offered a role in yesteryear cinema...how we used to discuss raagas... and concerts of yesteryears...



Relatives reaching from all over... He was 83...



How he wanted his grandkids to rub his back - with a clothes brush. How when I was a kid I used to sit on his back to relieve him of his back pain as he used to regale us with "railway" stories..... how he was sad to throw away his iron dumbells when he could barely lift a small basket....



The ceremony.. How is paati taking it ?



How he used to take us to the nearby pond to experience a whole new dimension to bathing.
... used to discuss cricket and tennis and even taught him the rules of F1. How he had to memorize our favorite teen idol for that season.. "Tendul" or "Sonu" u name it !



That framed photo that I promised to send.. Those letters from BITS I never wrote, those letters from the US I promised to write...



How he used to listen to the news on his old faithful radio - which paati knitted a sweater for.And how he joked that it got washed away in the rain once and came back to him magically.How his "bubble gum" dosai was a cult favorite in the household.How he tells the whole world that I am his pet grandkid. How he tells my friends about the day I was born , and how I am the apple of his eye... How I used to jump off his belly as a baby and squeal with laughter...




And suddenly simulations,graphs,family squabbles - everything seems utterly inconsequential. I cannot imagine coming home without sprinting the last 100 yards to hug you. A place without you seems too bleak to imagine. You will be sorely missed!!



Until about five hours ago - I had both set of grandparents to pamper me. Not anymore. Thatha - I know for a fact that you are in some place very happy, could you put in a word with God to take me there too?



- Your favorite "pet" grandkid who had the good fortune of having you in her life for 23 whole years.
Things to do while waiting for your code to run :

1. Make a call - and crib about your experiment
2. Orkut..
3. Meebo ...
4.Blog...

OR....
See how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.

See the white river that flashes and scintillates,
Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates.

Hark, from the minaret, how the muezzin's call
Floats like a battle-flag over the city wall.

From trellised balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.

Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.

Round the high Minar sounds of gay cavalcades
Blend with the music of cymbals and serenades.

Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a sumptuous festival.

- SN

(I concede!!)
Your Birthdate: August 2

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.
You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.
Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.
Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.

Your strength: Your universal compassion

Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings

Your power color: Mauve

Your power symbol: Butterfly

Your power month: February
Finally Cecila is trying to get a life !!! I mean, after Mike got married ,and had a kid, it was Ceclia's number this time. You go gal ! Poor Tajel though. I wish she hooked up with one of those undergrads who hit on her.Or - alternately, finds a good cause to take up her trumpets and rally in poor,single grad students. Wait, what was the cause again ? Free food ??




கனித்தமிழ் சொல்லினால் .......

It had to be in Abheri.Of course. Thats like a no-contest. No other raaga can do justice to what this song wants to convey. "Yeppadi Paadinaro" - says that one can only gaze at those saints who praised Lord Shiva - overflowing with emotion in Thamizh.

எப்படி பாடினாரோ அடியார் அப்படி பாட நான்
ஆசை கொண்டேன் சிவனே

அப்பரும் சுந்தரரும் ஆளுடை பிள்ளையும்
அருள் மணி வாசகரும் பொருளுணர்ந்து உன்னையே

குருமணி சங்கரரும் அருமை தாயுமானாரும்
அருணகிரி நாதரும் அருட்ஜோதி வள்ளலும்
கருணைக்கடல் பெருகி காதலினால் உருகி
கனித்தமிழ் சொல்லினால் இனிதுனை அனுதினம்


This post is sort of like a sequel to "Romance in Religious Poetry". So the logical choice would have been to write about the song "Kanda naal mudhal". But since Kollywood took care of that, lets try something else. Now, I know people are going to be sooo thankful to me for this next one. Infact, I was contemplating putting this up at Karnatika or some such place. But in an attempt to keep this blog alive, here it is folks. Something really hard to find on the net. Right out of my now dog-eared "Paatu note", this one is really , really treasured."Naayagan - Naayaki" bhavam is what this style of poetry is called. Something that is particularly relavant to the Vishnu - worshippers. This one is just too beautiful - "Laali Aadinaal" embodies the cosmic dance at the union of two souls, usually sung at weddings.

லாலி ஆடினாள் லக்ஷ்மி லாலி ஆடினாள்
ஸ்ரி லக்ஷ்மி இன்று இங்ஙு

ஸ்ரீ ரங்ங பதியிலே ஆதிஷெஷன் அரவணையில்
மந்தகாச வதனமோடு ரங்கநாதன் - ரங்கநாச்சி

வ்ருஷபாதி திருப்பதியில் வேங்கடெசன் சகிதமாக
அபயஹஸ்த அலங்கார அலமேலு மங்ஙை இங்ஙு

ஸ்ரீ காஞ்சி தன்னிலே கருட வாகனத்திலே
வரதராஜன் சகிதமாக பெருந்தேவி தாயர் இங்ஙு

நாராயண புரத்திலே வைரமுடி மின்னிடவே
செல்ல பிள்ளை சகிதமாக மங்ஙை கல்யாணி இங்ஙு

திருவைந்தி புரத்திலே சிம்மவாகனத்திலே
தேவநாதன் சகிதமாக ஹேமாம்புஜ நாயகியும்

ஸ்ரீவில்லிபுத்துர் தன்னிலே பெரியாழ்வார் திருமகளாய்
சூடி கொடுத்த சுடர் கொடியும் ரங்ஙமன்னார் சகிதமாக

திருக்கடிகை தன்னிலே யோகநரசிம்மரோடு
அம்ருதவல்லி தாயாரும் ஆனந்தமாக இங்ஙு


PS : Thanks mom, for sitting with me patiently to correct my spelling mishtakes like my first standard, "Sangaaa... yevlo spelling mistakes .. nee exam-ke poga vendam!!"
Warning : Serious poetry ahead !


I am peaceful and happy. And contented. Perhaps in stark contrast to my current state,I came across this poem someplace. I don't know what to make of it - except it was probably written one one morbid day by someone who has more on the agenda. Doesn't quite fit into classical lyrical structure of poetry. But there is something about this poem that cries out to get people to read it. So I am reproducing with permission it here.


I am tired

I cannot cry anymore

I cannot fight anymore

I cannot run anymore

Just let me go

To where there is peace

And a little bit of happiness

I just want to be devoid of any sense

Feel,touch, laughter and tears

No more tears.. please .. no more

I don't want to add one single drop to the overflowing ocean

I don't want to run the rat race

I am tired, exhausted

Almost hollow on the inside

Empty me quick

Empty me quick

Atleast then I can turn myself inside out

And let myself get parched dry

Not one bit of moisture

Not one soft tissue

All parched dry in the desert heat

So the heat is felt no more..

No cold, no heat - no uneasy places between

Black or white

Zero or one

Along will come someone else

To fill all the absent places

Or not

For it doesn't matter

Like a collage made of flags statues

One tiny dent in the NY skyline

The big picture doesn't change

It never does.

And the world lives on

It's something about the human self

That is so convoluted

You know you are one tiny insignificant speck

But you still live on

Yearning,hoping blindly

That your life will make a difference to someone else

Knowing it never might, yet living on ....

Another day ....
I sat down to write a post - making a feeble attempt to pen down those wafting , vague ideas into something penworthy. And then Dad called.Sitting miles away from India, their only source of catching up with the latest TN elections was the internet.And as news of early leads started pouring we discussed it all - election promises , caste-based vote banks,scandals,corruption,Jaya TV and Sun TV. We discussed what makes one "Indian" and if there is even a word "American" and if so, what that really means.

And then it all came back to me - elections and political scene - 1999-2000. I was in my final year of school. Tensions, exams, and applications time. Almost oblivious to the blaring loudspeakers,gaudy posters,and larger-than-life cutouts, our lives trudged on. There were some, among us who were daughters of MPs, MLAs and party leaders.But at 16, MTV, Agarkar's posters, and paper rockets on Physics teacher's head held our fancy - competing with timed tests and mugging Sanskrit shlokas.


As the elections drew nearer, we , at home, were hoping for a change in governance.And when a key electoral alliance was forged between a national party and a local party at the state, we knew there was a chance.As days rolled by,this alliance announced their Trichy contestant.Mr.RK was an educated lawyer - a change from your average run-on-the-mill moushtached , lungi clad , sickle-in-hand politicians that Trichy had seen so far - it was a welcome change.For the first time, I saw mom and dad excited to go and vote.


Through all the political uncertainity - bargaining,haggling,deals,scams, and no-confidence votes - came February - of revision tests and exams.And the cricket matches. "To bunk school or not to bunk" seemed to be the quandary of the day, the argument being, that I could watch the match for a while, and then study through the night, since there was not much happening at school anyway.And then I heard it - Dr.S - Trichy's town president for BJP was brutally murdered. Images of yesterday's lunch session-laughter and backstreet boys talk flashed before my eyes - his daughter was my friend in school.

As we stood in the assembly that day , the school principal announced that today was a school holiday due to riots.I came home as my neighbor remarked " So ,you finally get to watch your cricket match in peace today". TV and news channels flashed the news. Some terrorist organization, rise of fundamentalism and all that .The image of my friend and her mom, and her little brother on TV can never be erased from my mind.

Saffron or Green - the story remains the same.Did she deserve an incomplete family for the rest of her life? Did we deserve to lose the bubbly, enthusiastic chatterbox of a friend?What in the world could be more important than a human life? And yes, I was terribly antagonistic.

And then "Dev" happened. IMO, the media IS really, really powerful. It was a tale of two people - a young, energetic young man and an old, seasoned police officer - from different (warring!) religious sects of India.It is a beautiful portrayal of how "politics" and "king-makers" make use of peoples emotions to incite discontent - and fuel their own vote bank.It wasn't jingoistic - no loud claims of "patriotism" and "national integration" - just a heartfelt tale of how two men deal with their own internal belief systems - with respect to their own religions. One of them loses a son to fundamentalists , but learns to view it in third person - not take it personally and hold vendetta towards the perpetrators - rather, learn to abhor the idea of people turning against each other.

So,far from it all, I now know , that accumulated hatred and prejudices don't go very far.

As R says " You know how democracy works in India? Not on the premise that " we are all one" but that "we are all different" - as diverse as we possibly can. We acknowledge this difference, and live our own lives, in our own comfort zones, stepping out when needed.That's what makes us work".

It was evening. The sky was moody, a dark bluish black. It was almost spring, but not quite. An old man walked, with a wooden stick bent like it was affected with bow-leg. The man had a straight, almost majestic gait, as he walked up a winding road. No hurry, no lethargy - just the right pace. As he ambled along, he wore a greyed cashmere shawl around his shoulder to protect him from the remanants of a chilly winter gone by.

This was the part he liked best. The winding road descended rapidly, and one false step could mean tumbling down a hundred feet. But our man, almost oblivious to the impending fall, walked on autopilot. It was almost as if he was in another place, another time, and his body just did its job. Automatically - without thinking, without feeling.

An old, worn out cycle tire,hidden by some dried leaves, a few bottles of plastic, crushed by the few automobiles that dared to traverse this stretch provided a stark contrast to the otherwise uniform conifers. Nestled in the Eastern Ghats, this small little sleepy town was one of India's best kept secrets.Our man walked along, hoping to reach home before dusk, when another world - a world of mythical ghosts and oft-heard wild animals came to life. It is only fair, he thought, that there should be a time of the day when humans retreated, and let the "other world" take over.

(the next part will be continued here)
Moreover, it choreographs
And christens. It cradles and cherishes, yet
Confiscates as much as it confers.

- Micheal Londry (Try putting it better!)
How are you feeling today ?


Happy??

Excited ??

Deliriously joyful ??

Elated??

Naa... sometimes words just don't do it ...



Lets try this another way .....



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Naaa ... none of this did it either !!!



Ask any kid in the US who the trinities of Indian religion are, and you get a prompt reply "Brayma,Veeshnew,Sheewa"(Apparently they are taught this in high school). Religion, however, changed faces as civilization progressed, and various deities and sub-deites thus emerged.Some of these, are highly localized. For example, down south - one can see prevalance of these three deities - Lord Ayyapa, Lord Muruga and the "Amman" ( as various forms). Lord Hanuman was the deity of choice for the Haryanvis and Rajasthanis.Marathi's swear by ( no pun intended) Lord Vinayak. And the Bengalis have a thing for Goddess Kali.And then of course , are countless "Kaval Deivams" and "Kula Deivams".

A deep-throated Yesudas singing "Harivarasanam" brings back memories of hoards and hoards of Ayyappan tourists in Srirangam every December, on the way to Sabarimala. This deity is supposed to be elder to Muruga and Vinakaya - an offspring of Mohini (who is Lord Vishnu , whose sister Goddess Parvati is Lord Shiva's wife....So from these equations...Wow!!) and Lord Shiva - basically Hari and haran in one. So anyway,Here is the verse.Very evocative lyrics - very powerful singing.


Harivarasanam Viswamohanam
Haridadhiswaram Aaradhyapadhukam
Arivimardhanam Nithyanarthanam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Saranakirtanam Bakhtamanasam
Bharanalolupam Narthanalasam
Arunabhasuram Bhoothanayakam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye


Pranayasathyakam Praananayakam
Pranathakalpakam Suprabhanjitham
Pranavamanidram Keerthanapriyam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Thuragavahanam Sundarananam
Varagadhayudham Vedavavarnitham
Gurukrupakaram Keerthanapriyam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Tribuvanarchitam Devathathmakam
Trinayanam Prabhum Divyadeshikam
Tridashapoojitham Chinthithapradam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Bhavabhayapaham Bhavukavaham
Bhuvanamohanam Bhoothibhooshanam
Dhavalavahanam Divyavaranam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Kalamrudusmitham Sundarananam
Kalabhakomalam Gathramohanam
Kalabhakesari Vajivahanam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Srithajanapriyam Chinthithapradam
Sruthivibhushanam Sadhujeevanam
Sruthimanoharam Geethalalasam
Hariharatmajam Devamashreye

Days of our lives

Things I miss about the only place I can ever call "Home" :

1. The fact that I always belonged. I was loved and accepted for who I was, not on the basis of what people thought were right or wrong.

2. I never carefully worded what I wanted to say, and how I would come accross to people. People always understood where I came from.

3. I could hug my friends any time I wanted, without thinking if it was a girl/boy , junior/senior..

4. I could swear in all possible languages freely, without my friends judging me/getting scandalized..

5. Going out of the way, overboard, crazy - and could still be normal. .

6. MB - where I could change in a room full of wingees, and not care..

7. I could combined-crash with friends, without arousing anyone's lesbian suspicions..

8. I could hitch a ride , and sit in the front bar of the guys cycles - no one would think I was flirting..

9. "Mayira pochu" and "Yetha sollu" were philosophies that were loved and trusted through times..

10. Birthdays were considered special occasions - filled with surprises and cakes , and a lot of good vibes around..

Ah ! Thank God for the good times !!!