Friday, December 18, 2015

Life is neither ugly nor beautiful;sometimes it is good and sometimes it is bad.Accept life on its own terms

Life is neither ugly nor beautiful always. It is what it is and eventually it is your attitude that will shape the destiny and shape of your life. It depends upon you only and definitely not the external forces. They may toss and turn you and give all kinds of strange twists to the drama of life;  you have to just face it willingly and more stoically keeping the sense of humor and the spirit of laughter.
You always look for perfection when none exists. You resent whenever there is falling and failing in life without understanding the basic truth that  life is like that only. It is better that sooner you realize that like the success that you have tasted  you must also accept failure also as the inevitable part of life.
This further means, no happiness or peace will dawn until you learn how to accept life on its own terms and not yours.
Temporary setbacks and a long spell of laziness and craving for sensual pleasure should not derail or destroy you. As the sexual energy is vital and fundamental it should not be allowed to be hijacked by the intellectual hormones and instead redirected and focused on creative work in a phased manner?
As someone said, “no man wants to watch a dream die  at his feet”. Fortunately all along you had no big plan or ambition or goal in life. No regrets or complaints. Having lost the ferocious forties and the matured fifties and not to speak of the sweet innocent twenties and mesmerizing thirties, you are now craving for the academic lust and Kama to  dig deep into your discipline and the pleasurable task of translating Tamil literature.
Recall your conversation with the star writer of your region  Prabanjan:”I have been always seduced by economics all through my life The Result:I lost my touch with my Tamil-reading and writing. When I am nearing sixties I want to return back to my roots ,to romance with my literature. This is more akin to having more sexual craving theoretically at the old age and also the realization that real sexual gratification is next to impossible. And yet I will continue to lock myself into a tight embrace with Tamil while not delinking from Economics- my first love in this birth
I am sand witched between this twin love and it should elevate and energise”.The writer was pleasantly shocked by my analogy savored its content and asked me to repeat the sentence. I did translate one component of his short story and N Chokkan’s lengthy short story that appeared in Ananda Vikatan a good tamil weekly.They are resting in the machine.

My dear Sam ! do not worry about the past.  while the time is running out you want to catch up with the lost opportunities and wasted time,  sorry, invested time in teaching for students.I could feel the emotions crawl on your face and the beating of your heart for creative writing. Therefore  come out of the deep slumber and prolonged laziness as you cannot afford to  fade into oblivion.The time has come to recollect in tranquilty and with the God given command over the language and the natural ageing process triggered maturity - a little mistake only, you will commit while writing
Let me conclude Sam by again retelling the Metaphor of Life as revealed by Terri Guillements:
“Weather is a great metaphor  for life- sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry on umbrella or choose to dance in the rain!”
What are you going to do Sam? Dance in the rain and soak yourself into, your Disciplines ,have a steamy affair and achieve the nirvana of life in work and work only/

Be sure that all the gods will conspire and help you to focus more on studies and reinvent you as a good student in the subject.what else you need in life?

Friday, December 11, 2015

The first man I loved

All of us sustain ourselves and somehow live in this world because of one single word -love.It is not just love to a girl or a boy but love in the broader sense towards humanity.The recent calamity in chennai and select parts of Tamil Nadu was negotiated more by love of many whose faces and names we may not remember .The good and the honest , the wicked and ugly the criminal and the saintly have been washed away just like that in a fleeting second as nature does not discrimiate.Mostly good have perished more.

We shall make digresssion from flood and say something about the first man or woman one loved.In the following I give a para  taken from the autobiography of Actress Melina  Mercouri," I was born Greek"
"The first man I loved was Spiros.He was extremely handsome, extremely seductive.His mouth smelled sweeter than any man's I have ever known.I adored his embrace scented of rose water and basil.he was strong. he was tall. he had a passion for me.It made my childhood a very happy one. Spiros was my grandfather.he was also mayor of Athens for 30 years."