Perception of life!!

What is freedom? A feeling of getting relieved. A mere feeling of getting out of ties. Ties mean the attachment we have and the bonding we have with each other where we create wanted prisons in the form of love. People try to get out of the prison stating they want freedom. What about the ties which we bind around ourselves?. We call it " Love". We need it. 

                   
                 The topic I am going to discuss is motherhood. It is considered a holy thing which every woman wants to attain. They die for it, bear any amount of pain just to see her child smiling.The world gets evolved in every stage. Evolution is happening in every single being. "What's next?", is the known question everywhere. Living beings get evolved naturally where as the evolution of materialistic things happen through man in the name of scientific inventions. In the process of continuous evolution, we get possessive of things and people. The initial bonding becomes possessive. People create their own circles and live happily. The so called comfort zones are created by the human brain. The selfish gene in every human comes out in the form of possession. Motherhood surpasses selfishness but only with her child. Why do we aim to get children when the need of our love is satisfied with our own partner? The "what next" question in their mind and the society's mind sow the seeds of need for a child to cherish. To make the family flourish, grow for generations and promote evolution, couples go for the extra bound happiness called "Kids". The perception of happiness varies from person to person. The world yearns for fulfillment in everything. A woman is complete when she gives birth to a kid. Going the extra yard, it is for the people around us for whom we create a sense of pride in having children and helping in growth of the progeny.

                Humans started aiming at perfections. Any kind of incompleteness in a woman through her physical health is considered as a curse. Blind beliefs and myths rooted up and finally trust on a supreme power established its existence. Happiness can be gained through anything the being wishes to do. When it cant do certain things, the push served on them affects the individual's freedom. When a woman attains her motherhood she gets bonded with her kid and she creates her own prison. Finally the matter of perception can change anything I write here. The wanted prison which I mentioned can be the wanted freedom and the wanted freedom can be the unattainable freedom which the world longs. Development in science created magic. Impossible things became possible. Joy spreads everywhere if one has money and he can get anything on this earth. Yet, the human race misses something very fundamental!!!. The love which can be given to anyone without getting separated as families/groups. Trust in everyone which brings trust in you and creating happiness with what is present with us. The world is ours. Cultivating emotionless friendship, attachment with detatchment. Helping everyone will bring everyone into one evolved/matured human race.

My love :)

I have seen the love of mother and father as a daughter.Love of sister with fights and hugs. The love of a mate..Yes I am experiencing it right now.A stage of transition in a girl's life from a kid/daughter/sister and now a soul mate. Phase of marriage and true love not everyone experiences. My boy is someone very special.

The love and care,The affection which made me realise I am the blissful soul on this earth.The favourite one liner which i loved when he uttered it " Nee nenachu pakartha vida enaku una naraya pudikum" the eyes where love is flowing down.The meet after a five day hectic week.Pure love which surpasses the pain of both and ofcourse i have to say this that I am the most luckiest girl on earth to experience a pure love in a society where marriage is described as lust/business between families/expectations/recognition in the society.My pure love definition has no hidden meaning. A wanting to live with each other/help each other/Protect each other last but not least, HEAL each other

A liking to spend time with each other for no reason than to just see the eyes with love, a spontaneous tear to express the discomfort when the comfort of one is lost.Wish to be the same love birds forever

Love doesn't need sense.A loss of sense and loss of presence and dreaming in a world of just two.Feel blessed o experience it with the right person

Thank God atlast for bringing something special to surpass years of turmoil

How beautifully birds and animals make love.Love is the only thing which doesn't need sixth sense. 

I want you and i want only you. I will protect you from anything like how i protect myself. You are mine ~ these 3 lines explains love in any living being.

Let go of EGO and make Love as your life and live life as dedication to your loved ones

Mother's love is Selfless

Sister Love brings growth

Father love brings confidence

Soul Mate love runs on only trust

Love gives the power to heal/share/help/protect. Make love it creates magic in you and people around you!!

U can experience the presence of God through pure love as God and love cannot be seen but felt

Pain changes ~ Positive note

Pain causes just a trigger to cry.. well it brings all the negative emotions.. a short pain may increase the hope.. an urge to come out of it soon and the moment the pain is relieved how relaxed feeling we get both in mind and body !!

Anything which brings a suffering even a small burn or cut not only a makes us cry also accompanied by a positive attitude to fight it and come out of it.

A push in the mind seeking relaxation and happiness is a natural human tendency.

But when a pain becomes chronic both physical and mental pain creates a beautiful character called ACCEPTANCE.

The fighting attitude changes into a calm acceptance and a challenge.. whatever pain is caused my happiness remain same.. the need for chase towards happiness runs away rather a feeling that inspite of pain I am what I am.A clarity in thoughts are created by a chronic pain which makes a person consider problems trivial. A problem is defined/named/labelled as a problem only by the human mind.In case of chronic discomfort.. the prefix dis may get removed and comfort remains. comfort can again be defined by different synonyms by many. a luxury is a comfort for a rich man.A one rupee coin after a long day of begging becomes a comfort for a beggar.Each and every feeling is defined/set inside the inner sub conscious mind. As the luxury grows the rich man wants more and more comfort.So even comfort is not permanent.What it is that is permanent is defining the feelings and controlling the need of those feelings and feeling contended with those.Yes.. I have got it and I have won over my pain!!

The acceptance of pain is the strong dose of pain killer one can get

Don'r run for pain killers.. its just right inside your mind!!

amma

அந்த பூமா தேவியோ பூமியை தன் தலையில் தான் சுமந்தால்

அனால் நீயோ முதலில் என்னை உன் வயிற்றில் சுமந்தாய் 

பிறகு படுக்க உன் மடியை மெத்தை ஆக்கினாய்

பிறகு தோளில் தொட்டில் கட்டி வீதி உலா வந்தாய் 

இப்பொழுதும் அன்றி எப்பொழுதும் உன் நெஞ்சில் என்னை சுமக்கிறாய் 

அவ்வபொழுது உன் கண்ணீரிலும் என்னை சுமக்கிறாய் !!

அந்த பூமி தாயோ பூகம்ப தாயானாள் அவள் பொறுமை சலனமடைந்த போதிலும் உன் பொறுமை என்றும் நீங்கா புகழ் பெற்ற பொறுமை 

இத்தனை சுமைகளையும் சுமை என்று எண்ணாமல் சுகமாக்கி கொண்டு 

என் புன்னகையில் உன் ஆனந்தத்தை காணும் தாயே !!!

சுயநலத்திற்கு அப்பாற்பட்ட தாய் உள்ளமே கோவில் !!

A short story which i cherish to recapulate the memories:-)

Now am here to share a short story which was told by my grand dad..

Pom Pom Pom Pom... its the sound of chennai.. yes the sound of Auto rickshaws piercing our ears.The central station is as busy as the airport except for the porters standing jus after we get down from the train..Its an old woman who get down from the train..A simple, innocent lady who is completely new to Chennai. Her eyes are rolling here and there.. her mind is fully occupied with the tension to reach the destination safely . Ofcourse it’s a normal thought of any men or women new to Chennai. But I guess the youngsters won’t have that much tension as the old people.she keeps walking with the luggages.. hardly able to carry it. And the ignorant eyes looking for a porter.. Yes!! Some how with the help of a porter comes out and looks for an auto.she gets into the auto without much bargaining with a tinge of fear in her face.Yes the travel in auto is very comfortable and smooth to her.. She keeps on asking the auto man..” Yen pa intha building yaaru kattinathu? “.. Auto man replies spontaneously “ Therla madam”. The lady is amazed by the buildings and is curious to know about the place. She keeps on posing her questions and the only reply from the auto man” therla madam”..Since she has to travel long distance in auto she keeps engaging herself by asking questions and speaking to the auto man. May be she finds it as a technique to overcome her fear about the new place and also a lady with more curiosity!!.. Finally she saw a crowd with Flowers and dance!!.. Yes it’s the death rally of a person..Her curiosity din stop here she posed her next question.. “yaaru pa athu sethutanga ? pavam “ And here our auto driver with the same reply “Therla madam”

Guess what would be the reaction of our old, innocent, ignorant lady????

“Enna pa solra.. intha building lam kattina antha “Therla madam” sethutangala?? Ada paavame!!”

What could you call this as?? J

When I heard this from the grand dad.. I thought it as a comedy story..But when I explore more about this.. could feel it as a height of ignorance

 Ah.. well its just a story.. which made me laugh..Just a remembrance of my grand dad. He is such a humorous person. May this is his own story out of his seeds for humour!!

Love you and miss you thatha.. J You hav been a great inspiration to me! J

A perishing beautiful art!! where is it now???

It’s the era of computers.. Where has gone the beautiful hand writing??? Everywhere people type to convey their statuses and of course a video call which has made the world very small.. It’s just the school going children who use their pens and pencils.. A recent research study which I came across says that a person’s handwriting depicts his nature or the state of mind or even his character..In my childhood I have admired my sister’s handwriting which will be soo beautiful. But I believe one who concentrates or involves himself completely in the writing will definitely pay much interest to his hand writing. I remember my childhood where I felt handwriting as just for beauty. Not all children have a good handwriting. As the age goes even I realized and felt a change in my hand writing. My maturity in thoughts was expressed in my handwriting. But I see so many elders around their 50’s have still maintained their handwriting inspite of their age, trembling hands. Seriously it shows that they are perfectionists.

Nowadays writing merely means typing. Don’t let an artist in you to die!! 

My inspiration to start blogging.. :-)

I jus want to share few words about my friend who urged me to start blogging.. Its my college friend Karthi.. Yes blogging as i thought before and used to think.. "How these people write so beautifully??.." but i never put a thought like even i can start this!!.. May be its the lack of my self confidence.. But Karthi boosted me and asked to write watever i feel like..I am just a beginner in the world of blogging.. But so far i have received good comments from all my well wishers who read my blog...I was really on cloud nine when my sister praised me for my first blog.. :-) I really want to thank him for all this..!! now i have a found a place to express and burst out all my feelings,emotions,happiness,sadness.. etc etc..

I wish him all the very best for all his good initiatives like...Starting an NGO, being an entreprenaur, shadow green, Agharam... and still lot more from his creative mind..

Thanku so much for showing me the path to blog.. providing feedbacks whenever i write a new blog, correct my mistakes,and making me feel positive

Way to go!!