குழலைக் கோலாக்கு/Make Rod of Your Flute

குழலைக் கோலாக்கு  

சின்ன கண்ணன்
என்னை முறைக்கிறான்,
கண்களை அகல விரித்து!

சரி கண்ணா, சரி, சரி,
சரி செய்கிறேன் என்னை,
சாவி எங்கே? உன்னிடமன்றோ?

ஆய நங்கை யசோதை,
தாய்க்குக் கட்டுண்டாய்,
தாயாய் எனை ஆட்கொள்ளாய்?

என் போக்கில் விட்டு
எனை ஏளனப் படுத்தாதே,
உன் கொற்றம் செலுத்து என்மேல்!

அறியாது உழல்கிறேன்
தெரியத்தான் படுத்தாயோ,
அரிதான வாழ்விதென்று?

குழலைக் கோலாக்கு!
வழிகாட்டு! பக்திப் பாதையில்
செழிப்புற இட்டுச்செல்!!


Translated for friends who cannot enjoy Tamil!!!

Make Rod of Your Flute

Young Kannah

Stares at me,

With His eyes wide open!!

OK Kannah OK, OK,

Will set right me,

Where is the key? Not with You?

Cowherd woman Yashodha,

You got controlled by her,

As a mom, wont You take charge of me?

Leaving me to myself

Dont let me down, 

Exercise Your rule on me!!

Struggling in ignorance

Wont You bring awareness that 

Rare this life is?

Make rod of your flute!

Direct me! On the path of devotion

Progressively guide me!!

New School New Life!!!

What a change!!!

The change of school of my daughter Sindhu has really changed her life style totally.

She has to now leave home at the time her dad leaves, which is 7.15 am around. It is only 5 days since her school started and her dad has been out for 4 days. His pool partner whose son also is in the same class has taken charge of dropping the kids.

Harish who used to seldom see his dad during weekdays nowadays doesn't get to see even his sister. Less fights, more missing, more love perhaps. Once they are gone, he is leisurely getting ready and leaving for his school.

Sindhu's coaching class has stubbornly not agreed to change the schedule to the preferred one until 26th of June which makes this batch attend their classes even on weekdays for this week, their first week at the new school. They are stressed out too much - new school, new friends, new teachers, new schedule, new lessons... that too on various subjects from both the quarters. God, no time even to think what they are doing. Especially last 2 days was too too hectic because of a stay back in school. They were out of home from morning 7 am till night 9.30pm, God, isn't this too much for this young kids? This was not the chosen schedule actually. Thank God, He guided Sindhu take the right choice of week end batch.

Two more days she has to manage this full day schedule, after that she will settle down. They need breathing space. They can't suffocate themselves with classes all day long. Working full day doesn't mean 100% effort. For the effort be fruitful, it should be wise effort. Compressing the whole day of the kid with classes doesn't mean the kid is learning a lot. He is spending time, he is not sure of learning. I have always felt so and have never put her into tight tuition schedules. She had done her X boards in a very comfortable fashion, enjoying herself, enjoying learning on her own.

Now her mind doesn't open at all to learn anything, as it is craving for rest. I can see it vividly. Poor girl doesn't complain, just mentions and gets going. Only relief for both of us is that it is for 2 more days only. Then her school will be from Monday to Friday and her coaching class will be on Saturdays and Sundays. She will have time.

This situation will change!!!!

Serving opportunity!!!

One of my friends has gone to Puri for the Rath Yatra festival of Jagannath. She is an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna and never misses this festival every year. She has always insisted on my attending this grand event, but I have still not made it. I know Jagannath has a plan for me.
This year she was not so keen but then, the Lord has arranged for her visit and she had to go. No choice. The reason for her set back this year was her commitment of her aged parents at home and of course her school going sons. Though her parents could take care of the children being at home, the auntie is not healthy enough to cook food for all of them. Hence Jagannath has beautifully delegated different people for different meals. A friend stays with them to take care of their breakfast needs, sons are given lunch boxes directly at their school by another friend. Amazing arrangement of the Lord.
I am glad I got a meal's duty. He knows whom to choose for what. As a typical South Indian cook I am, I have been allotted to serve the aged parents lunch. Some one believes in your cooking style, ready to be fed by you, is itself very nice. Being in nuclear families, where even husbands travel half the time and there is no one solid, except your kids to benefit by your work in the kitchen, such opportunities to cook for some needy people is a boon for a person like me.
For me cooking for loved ones is a pleasure. More the people more the pleasure. Hence this request by this friend of mine was more than welcoming for me. She was too hesitant to entrust this job to me, I had to convince her that it is not a big deal, she need not think too much and just go ahead and plan her travel.
It was real pleasure cooking.... Everyday it is a pleasure and when the dish is finished it gives immense satisfaction.
I went to hand over the food. I could see the love beaming out of their eyes. I opened the food and offered the same to their Great Lord Sri Jagannath, waited with them for awhile and came away. They would serve themselves, I just prayed that the food be tasty enough for their palate, suiting their soft teeth.
Coming home I rushed to taste the food myself to check whether it was in acceptable standards. The all Savior Lord, the maker of everything drives you in the kitchen, and you are just His tool. What to boast of ones own skill here. I got my friend's message that the food 'lovingly' prepared by me was liked by them and her mom did not stop praising it. She mentioning my love in the preparation, not seeing me, not hearing me, but just from the words of her mother over the phone, really amazed me. Rare in this world is LOVE. When someone recognises your love and is ready to reciprocate what more would you need. He sits on your head and steers you. Otherwise how do you think you can bring the love and taste in the food.
Today I just put my heart (here again see I am taking the credit of doer ship) in to the task and they  have really really been very receptive and too sweet to appreciate me. I was only worried why my friend could not take the liberty of giving me the service. She could not understand my heart, how much I can love people, how much I have space for people inside that. Perhaps this gave an opportunity for her to understand the depth of my heart full of love as given by the Lord Himself.

Baby thoughts...

Hi friends,
I have always had a dream of becoming a writer, but somehow I had not taken the initiative to become one all this long. But now that I have gained some knowledge about blogging, thought of giving expression to my thoughts and realizations.

Life has always been good to me. Both the path and goal of life as I understand now is Love of God. As I recollect my childhood days, what I had conceived as God, is very candid till date. No confusion. The rough idea, that I had as a kid has undergone tremendous change gradually as I grew up and I cant forget all of that. I always wanted to register those stepping stones in my life. Each stage has been significant in my soul shaping and am sure there is still ample scope for purification.

The first thoughts of God I can trace in me was when I was in Chennai, may be 5 years old. I remember my mom catching me and my sister doing some offensive act like telling a lie or playing with some offensive article. Mom got so worried that she advised us much. One thing conspicuous about our mom was that, though a short tempered person quick to beat us while chastising us, when the matter is really serious she would handle it differently. Her burst of anger wont be there. Her words used to be more sharper and the tone would do all the chastising. When she is serious, she never used to break the pot by mishandling it, but would delicately handle and drive home the message. She scolded us, at the same time was very kind and caring, and sent us in front of the home God and asked us to pray and ask for forgiveness probably, put sacred ash on our foreheads and let us read some sacred hymns. I still remember that day. That house, that day, that much was what I remember now. But I am sure, that was the day, that was the moment, that was the way my mom instilled the thought of God fearing attitude. She must have told this idea in many ways but as a kid, it mustn't have created any impact in me, until this happened.