Priya Sakhi! My friend, Mon Amie....
I have been wanting to do this for a long time. To tell you anything that comes to my mind! Not in a very organised way but just random thoughts, emotions, in no pattern. Why should there be a pattern, a coherent one? Incoherence is a crime? As in a poetry or piece of modern art with its wonderful splash of colours...
Is not life like that-- myriad of motions, thoughts, of cacophony and of silence, of extremes....
So Sakhi-- I am going to share whatever comes to my mind-- who else but you will put up with this?
Priya Sakhi...
It is raining heavily here in Chennai! Respite from the punishing heat that we have bee subjected to by Surya bhagvan.
Rain, the drops that fall, first tentative and then it increases in speed-- ever tried putting tala to rain? There is no pattern but why should there be?
There is Rhythm in everything-- from the heart beat, rhythm in the changing season, rhythm in silence even!
In natya that silence after a `climax' is what adds to a presentation.
Silence conveys a million emotions... Remember this song?
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb .....
The sound of silence.
Sakhi you might ask me why am I in this mood?
Rain does this to me-- Rain is good but for me it brings me memories-- painful and happy. Of birth and death
Water droplets , when they fall on you, on your eyes, your cheek.... love them and then the speed and intensity increases.. we take cover. Mazhai-- `Dhikkul yettum sidhari sidhari dheem tharikita, dheem tahrikita, dheem tharikita...'
Very much like life! it starts of being wonderful and then.....
we love the rhythm, the sounds, the beats, the uniform beats, the off-beat ones, the variant one and then finally enjoy the silence that ensues.
The unspoken word, the emotion that is there right there controlled but waiting to come out-- that is more interesting!
Life starts that way.... with the heart beat inside the womb, struggle starts right from coming out of the womb-- push push, we come pushing out with a rhythm of breathing... the pace of life slowly increases...crawling, unsteady walking with a tisra nadai?, then a beat is added, then running, running to realise our ambitions, away from that emotion, running a race, then a `rat race'....
We fall, fall ill-- there is a pause....
we reflect, we ponder, we wonder...
then we pick up our pace again...
Run, Run, Run from first speed to tenth speed! silence? what is that?
Life is like that only Priya Sakhi-- shoo ! Quietly let us face this frenzy life....
Sakhi? Are you listening?
I have been wanting to do this for a long time. To tell you anything that comes to my mind! Not in a very organised way but just random thoughts, emotions, in no pattern. Why should there be a pattern, a coherent one? Incoherence is a crime? As in a poetry or piece of modern art with its wonderful splash of colours...
Is not life like that-- myriad of motions, thoughts, of cacophony and of silence, of extremes....
So Sakhi-- I am going to share whatever comes to my mind-- who else but you will put up with this?
Priya Sakhi...
It is raining heavily here in Chennai! Respite from the punishing heat that we have bee subjected to by Surya bhagvan.
Rain, the drops that fall, first tentative and then it increases in speed-- ever tried putting tala to rain? There is no pattern but why should there be?
There is Rhythm in everything-- from the heart beat, rhythm in the changing season, rhythm in silence even!
In natya that silence after a `climax' is what adds to a presentation.
Silence conveys a million emotions... Remember this song?
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb .....
The sound of silence.
Sakhi you might ask me why am I in this mood?
Rain does this to me-- Rain is good but for me it brings me memories-- painful and happy. Of birth and death
Water droplets , when they fall on you, on your eyes, your cheek.... love them and then the speed and intensity increases.. we take cover. Mazhai-- `Dhikkul yettum sidhari sidhari dheem tharikita, dheem tahrikita, dheem tharikita...'
Very much like life! it starts of being wonderful and then.....
we love the rhythm, the sounds, the beats, the uniform beats, the off-beat ones, the variant one and then finally enjoy the silence that ensues.
The unspoken word, the emotion that is there right there controlled but waiting to come out-- that is more interesting!
Life starts that way.... with the heart beat inside the womb, struggle starts right from coming out of the womb-- push push, we come pushing out with a rhythm of breathing... the pace of life slowly increases...crawling, unsteady walking with a tisra nadai?, then a beat is added, then running, running to realise our ambitions, away from that emotion, running a race, then a `rat race'....
We fall, fall ill-- there is a pause....
we reflect, we ponder, we wonder...
then we pick up our pace again...
Run, Run, Run from first speed to tenth speed! silence? what is that?
Life is like that only Priya Sakhi-- shoo ! Quietly let us face this frenzy life....
Sakhi? Are you listening?
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