Winter Musings: Ooty

Here, What all we do during winter in our home town.

Waking up often becomes late,
For not we are habitually languid
Blessed with capricious climate
The orders we cannot forbid.

The chatter of our teeth,
creates a typewriting noise
The shiver of our arms,
never displays poise.

The skull cap and pair of socks,
to keep us warm
Wollen clothes on our body in stocks,
We roam without any qualm.

Sipping graduates from pegs to large,
For the warmth we sink
Into the sea of Tea & coffee we barge
What did your twisted brain Think?

Pause in a day to day shower,
A factor others may wince
We are washed under Nature's cover
A cover up to convince.

We wade mostly on slippery path,
Drive on rain drenched roads
For senseless driving incurs wrath
crossing frequent accident zone boards.

Heavy rains do often clog,
As our gum boots loves to splash
We pierce the shrouded fog
This secret joy we alone stash.

Amidst all the man made ravage,
We trivialised your value
Dear The Nilgiris,
Until this Earth's age
We love you, We love you.

Daughter

From sowing my generation's seed

To the ever longing breast feed

From my labour room might

To a loving first sight

From strength turning dry

To regaining on your first cry

From life being a juggle

To happiness being your giggle

From obstacles that stalk

To see confidence in your stammering walk

From wiping your drool

To cleaning your stool

From sending you school

To cry like a fool

From educating safety

To make you understand puberty

From teaching you ways

To making you handle 3 days

From letting you dream

To stand for you to gleam

From giving you to others hands

To looking back at a glance

As the life flew

Dear daughter,

With you, I grew.

- Karthick

Empty

Light gets empty,

wading all-day

purpose did plenty,

without a sway.

Dark gets bright,

dozing at peace

fight to might,

hope alone stands and teases.

Traveling is rife

For the life cycle,

never been laid, rather 

Our pedaling gets paid.

Emptiness is a state, 

For not less the life it reduce

never let your thoughts obliterate

Frown, stare, and reproduce. 

- Karthick

Drive: Nature: Divinity: Celebration:

The third most loved palindrome for me is Wow, as the reverse resonates the exact expression, second one being Malayalam for not many reasons and distant first is Mom. The ride to one of the destination yesterday reverbates the wow expression quite meliflious either ways. We had to travel a refreshing 3 hour ride to the penultimate village Kinnakorai where the occasion was to celebrate our ancestral festival, Devabba. One of our ancestral festival, predominantly celebrating the harvest, a forgotten divinity now. I not only considered the occasion to be divine, but the ride in itself to be beyond divine. Though, I don't analyse history much, most of the culture and tradition insisted to worship nature, which by the modern thought now are seen archaic. If it is seen old-fangled, I don't mind being outmoded. There were a legion who revered nature as prime form of spirituality. May be fallacy in spirituality would have lead to only a coterie of people who revere nature now. However, belief system in whatever form should be neutral without treating nature an object of scorn.

The ride was from Ooty to Kinnakorai, a 60km ride with an enthralling path. Into the wild we drove with roads being rain drenched, trees swayed, branches danced, mild zephyr produced meliflious hymns. My divinity stayed intact. I could see the Diety in the clouds, light in the beam of rays, smoke in the mist, hymns in the wind, bells in the branches and prosperity in whole of greenery. I started to venarate along with isagnani. Amidts the capricious climate, we reached kinnakorai by 10.30am.

Sowing the seed on February, reaping it post 6 months and Thanking for the yield is what the celebration is all about. The procedures were carried out as per our traditions. The temple was inundated with people in white. Cultural dance followed the traditional procedures. The formation of people dancing was like a military march past. The discipline in dancing, the influx of different moments, the adornment of kids joining the joy of women watching turned out to be transcendental. Amidst the growing agony on relishing schadenfreude amongst our community people, it was so amiable to see people of convivial nature.

Kinnakorai, the penultimate village of the Nilgiris' West end, ultimate being Hiriyaseegai has a fun-filled history. I heard a woman saying the history in a sarcastic tone. Our forefathers who happened to be good hunters ran after hunting a deer and settled in a place where the deer was hunted into pieces, pieces meaning korai in baduga. However, the woman who was uttering the story, farcically expressed the desire to rewrite the history as to hunt the deer nearby to ooty town, subtly explaining the difficulties living in a remote village. To say it in modern terms 'sadly rich in peaceful life'.

We started there by 4.30PM freezing all memories. As I started by saying about the palindrome wow, it aptly applies to the reverse ride towards the town. From the jungle to another jungle in other words peace to chaos.

Disclaimer: This post is to instigate the thought to preserve nature and not to commercialise it.

- Karthick.

Mother

From the divinely womb

To reaching the heavenly tomb

Admiring our day to day sights

To sleepless nights

Wiping out drools

To cleaning our stools

Gentle brawls

To protect our crawls

Helping our walks

To slipping shocks

Making us learn

To raise us stern

First day school fear

To leaving us in tear

Josh on school first

To pat on to do best

Early aged widow

To protecting shadow

Educating honesty

To teaching modesty 

Striving for school fee

To covering with delightful glee

Managing our troubles 

To burst those as bubbles

Raising a daughter and a son

To giving them higher education

Finding son ill

To passing indomitable will

Managing society's sting 

To make me live like a king

The sacrifices are too many

Highs, lows not to miss any

Deeds with noble innocence 

How do I recompense? 

Like the bright feather 

How do I thank you enough mother? 

Teachings of a Waterfall

Waterfall:

I come from the gush of the river, 

Jostled by the force

People might walk by and shiver, 

Finding a way to the source. 

I chatter over the vertical drop

Cringing to fall

Neither the pebbles nor the bay side crop

Listens to my call. 

I whine in dismay 

Squeaking a loud scream

Strangled at the eddying bay 

Gushed by the stream. 

I fall from unmeasured height 

I sulk not on any qualm

Designing an enthralling sight, 

I settle quite and calm.

I fall a steep precipice 

Sledging the rocks and stones

For life to be fair and wise

Make the trough drain bygones.

Hill Drive

Hill drive:

Amidst the mountains near,

I woke up for a ride

Being alone to steer

I blinked with none to guide.

White blanket to make me sleep? 

Mist or fog whatever it is named

Driving down steep, 

Nothing makes me tamed. 

I stop by seeing converging trees

The branches dances and sways

My paused drive increase,

Finding myself in heavenly ways.

The chirping of each bird, 

Sounded rhyming and meliflous

Honking the horn was absurd 

Damn, these people are frivolous. 

Dew from the trees, drops on my windshield, 

I tend to use the vipers

Having no vehicles to a distant field

I see my own minute bloopers. 

Having drove frequently the curvy roads, 

I shall be telling this in a sigh

The skill to be stocked in loads

As the risks hidden are high.

Warrior

I wish I could extinct

Without a micro instinct

I cry

I cry

I ask why

And, I cry

Agony with the rotten health

Travelling in distancing stealth  

Warrior, I am a warrior.

I wish I could exist

With infinite peace list

I try

I try

I ask why not

And, I try

Thanking the creator

A mute spectator

Warrior, I am a warrior.

Out of excruciating sting

I stand

With the glee of self consoling

I stand

Amidst the questions on salvage

I stand

On the unfair stage

I stand

Who is my savior?

I AM a warrior.