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Let me just be...

Once I get tired of running hither thither I might sit down and look up. Realising that I have been only running in circles all along and as a confounded schizophrenic might stare at you. I might want to pour out all the contradictions in me I would want to sleep to make up for these restless nights. Like the skin shedding its toxins while healing My mind shall let go of all its sins. Then it might dawn on me how great life is and how callously I have squandered it. This dawn of greatness shall spread the light of humility Then my heart will be filled with remorse For all those things I never did and I will never do. If at that time if I seek solace, refuge in you Don’t turn me away Narahari! Let me just soak in your infinite love And let me just be……..

Chennai (Un)friendly?

No matter how much I try to forgive the ethnocentric North Indian, he goes a step further which forces to me extend my patience by another level. One thing is for sure North Indian will never understand the linguistic attachment of the Tamizhs. For them it is as bad as a separatist movement. I can understand that they never have had the need to defend their language but that does not ever mean that whoever does is wrong. To rate a city, a culture, a race as being unfriendly on this one aspect that they don’t talk your mother tongue is nothing but a gargantuan misjudgment. Well I am surprised that how people manage to defend it. Let us set some facts clear here: 1.        Tamizh is not a regional language, it is the official language in three countries(India, Sri Lanka, Singapore) which makes it more international than any other language in India (Hindi-Urdu – 2 countries, Bengali – 2 countries) 2.        Chennai is not one of those cities that will awe you and make you fall in love wit

Dubai Days....

The laughter is still ringing in my ears And the images refuse to budge My heart brims with longing for those moments of noisy bonding. Where are those stairs to happiness, those endless nights of banter? Where are those thousand cigarettes Which we shared with countless secrets? The way we prowled the corridors caring two hoots about everything else, Shouting war cries and swear words as if we were the rulers of all the worlds. Ah! the dirty dirty birthday bash Mango juice and potato mash? Water can Drums, Noise and Din beating the day lights out of him. As Sumanth rightly said ‘you can take the man out of the desert But you can’t take the desert out of the man’ Singapore you have it all But you aren’t like Dubai at all! For us it represents the spirit, light and glow of our friendship, love and exhilaration. Would give anything to get those Dubai days back We miss you Dubai. We love you Dubai.