POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY MEMORIES!!!

Wondering what is happing to me

My mind is wavering and wobbling now

Deeming on some dangerous things,

Dancing in the brain now.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY MADNESS!

Nothing is going to last long for you, so laugh!

Nothing is going to deceive you, so laugh!

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN!!! (4)

Hi readers! Happy Diwali! Thank you very much for reading the three parts of this four part series. I think I am too late to post this fourth part. Precious things come late. Yes. This post is about a precious woman. I had been contemplating about her for she was the one who concluded my quest.

என் தனிமைக்கோர் கடிதம்.

தன்-இமையைத் தனிமைப் படுத்திவிட்டே,

விழிகள் விடியலை ரசிக்கின்றதோ?

என்னிமைகளுக்கு மிதே நிலைமையென்று,

என் விழிநீர் விழித்தாண்டி வருகிறதோ?

TWO FACES (2)

Hi readers! Thank you very much for supporting the first part of this post. Sorry for offering you such a lengthy post. I was unable to shrink it. New readers are requested to kindly proceed to the previous post to understand this post better.

Previous post

TWO FACES!

It is almost two months since I took part in a car rally conducted by national federation of the blind (NFB) along with Madras Motor sports Club (MMSC.) But, I am thinking of him, still thinking of him. He’s an ordinary person with extraordinary emotions. No… no… He’s an extraordinary person with ordinary emotions. I know I am confusing all, because I am confused.

THE TOP TEN BEST MOMENTS WITH LEO.

I think Leo doesn’t need an introduction. Even the first post of my Blog was about him. This is my seventy-fifth post here. It may not matter to others but, for me, memories matter a lot. Before proceeding to those memorable moments, I have something to say.

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN! (3)

The third book was issued to me by Anitha ma’am to proceed further. As I already decided, this book should be recorded by a close one. Few people came to my mind. First, I approached Janet to record. She agreed to do without any hesitation. Her sister Benet also was willing to contribute. In fact, Benet said that she would come and collect the book from my home itself. Everything was ready. All of a sudden, Benet was hospitalized and Janet was forced to say no to the project reluctantly.

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN (2)

If we analyzed, we can feel that most of the time, in our life, the helpers are outsiders are not connected with us. Somebody would have guided us to the railway station. Somebody would have let us know the bus number to the route. Somebody would have given us water when we were terribly thirsty. Somebody would have rescued when we were about to fall. Somebody would have offered mobile phone when we were in need of. Somebody would have yelled at us when were carelessly missing our certificates are other belongings. The unity among all is that they would have been strangers. This post is about a stranger; about a woman. 

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN...

The importance of two exams ‘JAIIB’ and ‘CAIIB’ was informed me while I joined the bank. The bank employee will get increment if cleared. As per the rules, JAIIB should be cleared before CAIIB. After some dilly-dallying, I blindly registered for Junior Associate of Indian Institute of Bankers (JAIIB) in the end of February. Beyond registration, I knew nothing of it. There came these 4 women to show me the direction and guided me to my destiny.

STUDENTS' PROFESSOR!!!

Today, second birthday to this Blog. I don’t know how far it is successful as of now. But, I treat this as a medium of extending my gratitude. When it was created, it expressed its gratitude to Leo. In the first year of anniversary, it registered it’s gratitude to Mahesh, (the founder of this Blog.) Now, it has a responsibility to mention about the precious and the special person in my life.

ELECTION DUTY PART 2!

The day had come for us to proceed further. It was twenty fourth April. We were asked to report at Poonamallie Saint Joseph matriculation school. I was busy taking necessary things including my laptop.

“Should laptop be essential?”

“Let it be. What can we do if they ask any letter to submit?” I said and stuffed it inside.

ELECTION DUTY!

 It was March, marching towards the summer. A shock was waiting for me. Election time had begun to boil everything in Tamilnadu. Our bank started selecting people from each branch. A mail had come. I wasn’t aware of anything till my manager started conversing with Anitha ma’am in the lunch break.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY TEARS.

You’re there for our memorable past.

And also for our miserable present to represent!

We seek your help for our future duress.

You invariably stand by us as an omnipresent!

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY SITUATION

 Clasping the costly coin in my fingers

Happy and scared, glad and terrified!

It will not make noise if it falls in the future

But, falling may part its sides I am horrified.

களையாத மௌனம்!

கடந்த இரண்டு மாதங்களாக அம்மாவிற்கு உடல் நலம் சரி இல்லை. விளைவு, உரவினர்களின் வரத்து அதிகமாகி இருக்கிறது. அப்படித்தான்
சென்ற புதன் கிழமை அத்தை தன் மகளுடன் வீட்டிற்கு வந்திருந்தாள். அத்தையென்றால் அப்பாவின் உடன்பிறவா சகோதரி. நீண்ட வருடங்கள் கழித்து வந்திருக்கிறார்கள்.
நானும் அத்தைப் பெண்ணும் சுமார் பதினொன்றாண்டுகளுக்குமுன் பார்த்திருப்போம்.

THE UNKNOWN CULPRIT!

Some mistakes don’t cause much damage. But, the examination, observation, realization will make it so. This post may not please the reader much. But, it may help everyone to investigate their minds in treating others. As sons and daughters, if we analyze ourselves, we could understand something that is narrated in this post.

சகாயம் பேசுகிறார்!

வங்கிக் கணக்கில் வெரும் ஏழாயிரம் ரூபாயையும், கடனில் கட்டப் பட்ட ஒரு வீட்டையும் வைத்திருக்கும் மாமனிதர்தான் திரு சகாயம் I.A.S. அவர் தன் பேச்சைத் துவங்கிய உடன் அரங்கமே என்னைப் போல எதிர்ப் பார்த்துக் கொண்டுதான் இருந்தது. 

சகாயம் வருகிறார்!

அப்படி ஒரு நாள் என் வாழ்வில் வரும் என்று நான் நினைத்துக் கூடப் பார்க்கவில்லை. கடந்த வாரம் சனிக் கிழமை லிஓவின் வீட்டிற்குச் செல்வதாகத் திட்டம். அதிகாரப் பூர்வமான அழைப்பிற்காகக் காத்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். வங்கியில் இருக்கும்போது அழைப்பு வந்தது. 

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (5)

“Who are you sir?” Partha Saradhi sir looked at Mr. Kannan and enquired.

“I am Kannan, service engineer, working in general administrative department. I just came to drop him.”

“You may go sir. We’ll take care of him.”

He left.

“So, you’re Vinoth. Am I Right?”

“Yes sir.”

“We’ve got a complaint from general administrative department that you can’t work without system. So, we transfer you.” He casually said.

அவள் சொல்லிவிட்டாள்!

வாட்சப்பில் ஒரு மெசேஜ் வந்திருந்தது. திறந்து பார்த்தால் ஒன்றும் புரியவில்லை. பொருமையாகப் படித்தேன். புரிந்தது. நீண்டநாள் கழித்து அனுப்பி இருந்தாள். நீண்ட நாள் என்றால் ஒரு நான்கு நாட்கள் இருக்கும். அவளை உடனே அழைத்து பேசிவிட என்னினேன். அழைத்த உடன் அழைப்பை எடுக்கவில்லை. எடுக்கமாட்டாள் என என்னியபொது எடுத்துவிட்டாள்.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (4)

We had desire. We had expectation. We had fear on that day but, didn’t have much hope. We went to the same place without any invitation, without any calls, without any messages and without any information. We found no difference in IOB central office. Once again we had to start from the beginning.

வெட்கமாய் இருக்கிறது!!!

   
அனைவருக்கும் புத்தாண்டு நல் வாழ்த்துக்கள். இது நான் எழ்உதும் முதல் தமிழ் பதிவு. எத்தனை எழுத்து பிழைகல் இருக்குமோ தெரியாது. தயவு செய்து மன்னித்துவிடாதீர்கல். பின்னூட்டம் போட்டு கண்டித்துவிடுங்கல். திருத்திக்கொள்கிறேன்.
’செரி சொல்லு. எப்போ வா போனு கூப்புட போர?’ நேற்று முந்தினம் கேட்ட கேல்வி. கேல்வி கேட்கப் பட்டது என்னவோ என்னிடம்தான். யார் கேட்டார் என்றெல்லாம் பிறகு சொல்கிறேன். அதற்குமுன் சில விஷயங்களை சொல்ல வேண்டி இருக்கிறது.