Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Life and my entangled poonal



Life is often compared to various things. One such analogue would be the entangled poonal. If you are one of those who happen to sash the sacred thread on your shoulder, you’ll know this.

My case was a peculiar. What happened was:

1. The Poonal was in a complete disheveled state.

2. It was in an imbroglio with the earphone cable

3. The snarled thread was still on my shoulder

So what did I do:

1. Get Frustrated

2. Looked at it as an opportunity to provide a solution

3. Developed some perspective and decided to throw some philosophy on life

Comparing, the three stages -

1. Life’s sometime screws up

Being an aspirant Statistical Thermodynamicist, I’d like to sprinkle some scientific perspective on this. Nature always has a way of maximizing entropy. With respect to any string/chain/polymer, there are more configurations that it can assume in the coiled state rather than in the outstretched, or near outstretched state. The point: chaos is inevitable. What we need to do, is see order in chaos, and tackle chaos without causing further chaos.

2. Our life entangles in other’s issues – We are not alone

Living independent is again an impossible thing to do. The conglomeration of people is like a gossamer. Oftentimes, in sophisticated societies, there is an extent to which independence is existent, but this is at the price of isolation where plebian support is also negligible. The point – We need to leverage other people being around and work together towards detangling. The people, society and others must never be a liability to our progress.

3. Our ego still sticks on to our problems

When I was young and when my poonal used to entangle, Amma used to help detangle it. She always had a systematic approach to problem. And during the annual “avani avittam”, Appa used to detangle it. But in life, you can’t always expect others to look into and solve your problems. You need to work your way through.

We need to dissociate ourselves from our problem and approach it rationally and logically.

The modus operandi:

1. Dissociate yourself with your life, but don’t run away – unsash the poonal, don’t get rid of it.

2. Take a first glance at the problems, the poonal is intertwined like a labyrinth

3. Locate the problems, they are all over the place like the knots in the poonal

What we often do is getting too caught in our own problems that we continue to live in the rut. Else, there’s always somebody calling. Like Steve and Shrevats wanting me to play “Halo with them a street away. They are waiting. But I didn’t relent. I wanted to prove to myself that I could solve this before I leave. Similarly in life, we ought to get distracted, but we mustn’t. We must endure.

So what comes next?

The brahmamudichu:

1. The brahmamudichu or the brahmagranthi is the master knot that holds the three strings of the poonal together. The three strings are said to represent unity of thought, word and deed. In life, the brahmamudichu is our spirit or the eternal life force, which holds us together.

2. We must use this ‘master knot’ as a pivot and approach the problems carefully, using it as reference ensuring that the master knot itself doesn’t get caught in the imbroglio.

3. Now the rest of the tangled parts of the poonal have different points where the “confusion” is.

The final solution

1. Once the brahmamudichu is pivoted, we must ensure that we locate our other problems carefully and disassociate one from another. This way we’ll have a better idea of how our problems look like and how big they are.

2. Work on the problems, one by one. Ensure that you do not get boggled by the big problems. Once the small ones are on the way, the big one seems easier.

3. Work on the big problem

The big problem:

Often the last step is the toughest. It’s tantalizing, playing a game with you. It forces you to give up at the same time, you know you don’t have much left before you get to the cheese. The most important thing is to NOT GIVE UP NOW.

Once you show enough commitment, dedication and focus, life will pave a way itself. And in the end, the last of knots will be detangled by a simple “legerdemain” of the wrist.

You get the cheese. Your life’s in your hands. Crystal clear. Now don it. And live life. King size.

Yagnopaveetham paramam pavithram
Prajapatheryasahajam purasthad
Aayushyamagryam prathimuncha shubram
Yagnopaveetham balamasthu thejah
!!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I'll do Raine


This is a video of my impression of Brad's Pitt character in the movie Inglourious Basterds. There is a distinctive Tennessee Mountain accent with the Southern drawl. The character is a brash American Lieutenant who, with 8 Jewish Americans under his command, embarks on a guerrilla operation on the Nazis. This scene depicts his "pep-talk" to the Jew crew known by the Germans as the Basterds.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Hues of thought...

Colour and life. Nature and Beauty. These things somehow have a connection. A heartfelt one. The impact of colour is pretty significant in our lives. Colour is perceived at an emotional level. We attribute different moods to different colours.

In this rendering of "Pachai Nirame" from Mani Ratnam’s "Alaipayuthey”, Vairamuthu has churned out the to the best, a picturesque ode to color. Even in here, femininity and beauty seem to go hand in hand. But nevertheless, the real magnificence of the song lies in the awe striking cinematography by PC Sriram and a mellifluous tune by ARR, voiced appropriately by Hariharan and Clinton.


My earnest efforts lie in “translerpreting” in English what the lyricist conveyed in Tamil. A fairly simple job, I must confess, it however took quite a bit of analysis to appreciate the beauty at the same time trying to keep the poetic flow alive. Read on...
And see if you can relate to it...

You symbolize fortune, desire & penchant
Harmonize meadows, so lush and verdant
Green, you dwell in juvenile leaves
Mellow my nerves to peace
You assure, allure and you do please!

The parrot’s beak with the verbal squeak
The pouty lips of the damsel speak
Through the loveliest scarlet rose
And the newborn’s tender feet
Red, you justify the most righteous woes

Richly lining dusky skies
Emanating from feisty fires
Sparkle, you do on the golden pendant
Daffodils & tulips, oh, don’t they flaunt?
Yellow, you glow and do outline
The radiant full moon’s soft shine

The idyllic expanse of the wave-less ocean
The spotless azure sky with an endless horizon
Ah! The cobalt-naped prideful peacock
Thanks you for its copper-sulphate flock
From the romanticism of blaue blume
To the purple tinge on the Martin’s plume
Blue, you exude the lull in a melancholic tune

The pitch darkness of the midsummer night
The nimbus clouds of stormy might
The forlorn feather of the northern raven
Lining mascara’d eyelashes of pretty women
In the earnestly lilting springtime cuckoo
And in silky tresses, black, you rule!

In flakes of snow, icicles and sleet
On the innocent dove and flag of peace
Through sclera in eyes of serenity
White, you signify honest thought and purity

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Confessions of an ode-obsessed alliterator

Planning purely to particularly put forth ponderously pertinent alliterations purported to primarily pound pathetic people peace-less
Conjuring Carefully confusing categorical collaboration of canto, cunningly concocted to confound credulous and close chums
clueless
Alas! Accidentally all things avalanche alphabetically altogether to leave him aghast and awestruck although it alternately awfully annoys all
Duh! He's doggedly determined to diligently distance from the dusty dictionary and drive his diabolic delusions to disjointedly develop a didactic droll
Greatness of this garrulous gamut of grotesque, garish and a gawd grueling of gander-like gibberish is not a result of googling or any GRE guide
Sure shot such seamlessly sewn sentences seemingly make sense even when semantically sorted in some serial order to summon remarks that are snide
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo Buffalo Buffalo buffalo being the best way to bundle buffalos but only fits too well the boisterous barrage of boo-worthy babble
To totally trick thousands, tried and tested tremendously is his truly technical though trashy intent to titillate by not truncating, thus giving too much trouble

Reiterating, it is a ridiculous repetition of resounding & reverberating repertoire of rhythm, resolute to recast a refined reader to a reproachable rakshasa
Juvenile Jester is what he is, just a joyous jumping jack; jokes apart, it's a jolly good justification of jargon, so the jealous, "Don't punch him in the jaw!"
Wow! What a wizardry with words, why not will the wondrous wisdom welcome wolf whistles to willingly woo women?
One four is obviously the onerous number of objective out-of-place one-liners occupying the rest of the ostentatious ornamental ode, so I guess it's good omen!


Venerated is "V for Vendetta" to 've vouched him to vivaciously voice vibrant views on voluble verbiage
Kudos! To the king, knighted by kith and kin, so let's kneel down to his keen knowledge!
Yahoo! Yearns his yucky yellow yolk-like youth yoyo-ing hither and yonder..
Mingling mostly monstrous monotones momentarily meet man's mental meander!
Xanadu X-Ray Xenophobia and Xylophone
Underline the ulterior ultimate urge of the unending undertone
Embarking on an extremely eloquent epilogue explicates exhaustion and ennui
His harangue hopes to hound hour-less to the horizon, for it's the hero's hearty hobby.
Quick as a quiver is his quest to quench his thirst, quoting a quixotic quire,
Zealously like the zebra zooms zig-zag through the zephyr wilderness of Zaire
Inking interesting, instinctive and intuitive interlude of inimitable innovation is indeed inevitable
For the free full flow of flamboyance to fit the flimsy fringes of this futile fortuitous fable
Neither you nor the nation can nimbly nullify or negate his nihilistic nocturnal nature
Let's be lured by this lovely lilting lullaby that lasts liberally long like lofty literature!


Aravindh Kamakshinadha