Thooral Nindraalum from Chikku Bukku

I am dead tired. I am dog tired. My eyes are exhausted. My soul is weary. My heart is vexing. Narcoleptic. Overworked. Run down. And, worn out. And, I miss my father, up there in heaven. All I want to do next is log off from my laptop, turn of the light and suspend consciousness. Saturday tomorrow. Meaning I get to sleep, and stay on bed much longer than the other days. 

I watched this movie here and there. There are two stories that run parallel in this movie. I love the one from the past. And, this song is something that I related to, the very first time I heard it. Adore the fact that some tinge of Ghazal has been infused in this song. A different genre. And, lyrics, that I so like. 

Good night everyone. Slumber is calling. 

Sollathaan Ninaikiren Sollamaal Tavikiren from Kathal Sugamanathu

It is 11.15am here, right now, in Malaysia. The legendary Meenakshi Kalyanam day. The day Shiva directed Meenakshi to return to Madurai, and promised her that he would join her in eight days as her groom. Accordingly, Meenakshi returned to Madurai, and at the appointed time, the divine wedding was celebrated with pomp and splendour. Maha Vishnu, believed to be the brother of Meenakshi is said to have given the bride away. Ugra Pandyan the son of the divine couple is believed to be none other than Subramanya. The legend of Meenakshi Kalyanam brings together four of the six main streams in popular Hinduism i.e. the Saiva,Shakta, Vaishnava and Skanda faiths – and this grand culmination of faiths is still celebrated in great splendour today, in an enactment of Meenakshi Kalyanam each year, when images of Skanda and Vishnu are brought to the Madurai Meenakshi temple from Tirupparamkunram nearby. How beautiful. My favourite Gods and Goddess stand together, in this auspicious occasion. My Shivan, my Shakti, my Muruga and my Thirupathi. This promising day. 
My anticipation of this promising Saturday did not go to waste. Saturday's have been always memorable. In fact, it started as early as 11pm Friday. I was in bed, just about to go to sleep. Saw a missed call back at 6.09pm. How could I? Missed him and his phone call. And, a message. Must have been busy. Real busy. Never does his name not catch my eye. Never. I must have been daydreaming. I return his call, at that very moment. 11.19pm. He picks up within the 3rd ring. "How ? Was just sending you a message. So, was I in your dreams ?", he asks sheepishly. I laugh. Genuinely. How do you explain this intuition between two hearts, separated by distance, but held together by a mystifying feeling, and how much of your heart that they actually hold, without even realizing it. He continues to tease me. As always. Only this time around, they have become very expressive and significant. I continue to laugh my heart out. His presence is prime to me, although it is just a mere phone call which lasts 15 minutes. Mogan, I wish I had words to tell you how happy you make me. How content and blissful it is to hear you whisper all those sweet somethings. And, how I am truly and honestly ecstatic in your presence. 
Waking up early to wake him up is a duty I enjoy. On Saturdays. He beats me to it, though. Nice. To wake up to that husky, masculine, just-out-of-shower voice. He has an abundant sense of humour. Any time of the day. He teases me. A continuation of yesterday. I, love it, despite all. I am laughing, unquestionably. It is unaffected and sincere. My laughs - with him. Appa use to do that to me. Make me laugh - genuinely. He does it now. He goes to temple on Pournamis. Tomorrow is one. I remind him. He says he may be busy. I pacify him, that I will go instead. He agrees with a smile that I can feel through his voice. Beautiful isn't it ? Two hearts, so much of distance and yet a monumental amount of unity in thoughts and hearts and laughter.  I adore him in heaps, mass and mountains. I do - undoubtedly. 
This song is dedicated to him. The one who I talk so much about, to Appa. The one who makes me laugh like I am in the midst of the world's greatest comedy film. The one who plants a million butterflies in my heart. The one who makes me feel like going to bed is a trip to paradise. The one who makes me wish that every phone call and sms on my mobile is his. The one who makes me feel that every knock on the door is him. He makes me a poet. 
Thanks you God. For everything. Appa, I know you are reading this. And, listening to everything in my heart. Please stand by me. By us. M, I pray for our hands to walk as one......

Nenjangkootil Neeye Nirkirai from Dishyum

A day after the Tamil New Year, Kara. My favourite day of the week. Friday. The anticipation towards Saturday itself, is a delight.
14th April 2011. He wishes me as early as 6.30am. I ask where is the "my dear" clause that he so often uses. He replies with one. I am all smiles. Joy is instant, at hand, and in abundance.
I desperately need to post a duet today. He informs me that he will come in my dreams, to sing a good duet. I request for a sentimental one. He differs. He wants some 'kuthu' song. I am, again, all smiles. The only 'kuthu' song that I am shamelessly crazy about is that "Otha Sollala" song from Aadukalam. No other song from that genre has ever been able to touch me that deep. That song is just out of the world. The one that makes you go va-va-voom, and sustains it forever. I am lost. I cannot think of one that can rival that.
The only song that comes to mind is this. Nenjangkootil Neeye Nirkirai from Dishyum. Not a sentimental duet. Neither the 'kuthu' he likes. Something that came to mind at the wink of eye. Lyrics deserve special mention for being idiosyncratic and uncommon.
I am super sleepy now. Hit the bed is all want to do next. Waiting for him to come in my dreams, will be a beautiful anticipation.

Ondraa Iranda Aasaigal from Kaaka Kaaka

Hours away from our Tamil New Year. Today went well. I have been humming this song for a few days now. This movie was a blockbuster hit. I thought it was my movie of the year. It was, the movie of the year too, actually - winning plenty of awards in the film industry. A milestone in the Tamil cinema. One of Gautham Vasudev Menon's most amazing movies. From songs, screenplay and cinematography - everything was flawless.
I did not like this song as much as I did some others back then. I was more a fan of "Ennai Konjum Maatri" and "Oru Ooril Azhage Endru" song. This just didn't make me stand up. Back then, I mean.
Things have taken a quantum leap since a week or so. I am presently an enthusiast of this song. I hum, doing my work. These particular lines are my favourite. In fact, I am all zeal for this song due to this particular lines.
கண்களை நேராய் பார்த்துதான்
நீ பேசும் தோரணை பிடிக்குதே
தூரத்தில் நீ வந்தாலே
என் மனசில் மழையடிக்கும்
மிகப்பிடித்த பாடலொன்றை
உதடுகளும் முணுமுணுக்கும்
மந்தகாசம் சிந்தும் உந்தன் முகம்
மரணம் வரையில் என் நெஞ்சில் தங்கும்
உனது கண்களில் எனது கனவினை காணபோகிறேன்.....
I hit the sack early nowadays. 10pm and I am on bed, soundly asleep as a log. Everything has been a little tiring of lately. Sweet dreams, and good night. This song will lullaby you to dreamland. Believe me.

Paarthu Paarthu from Nee Varuvai Enna

I swear he has beautiful eyes. Eyes that speak a million words without uttering any. And, he has a smile that touches you like an angel. A smile that brings Siberian snowfall to our so-humid-now weather.
This song is what comes to mind when I think of his warm smile and starry eyes.
The female version. Nice. A very simple, hassle free melody, and lyrics that describe a girl's longing for her sweetheart, in simple language.
Friday in the next few hours. I am dead tired even now. All I want to do is retire to bed. Looking for the video is hard. All that is available is the male version.

Pallaviye Saranam from Oruvar Vaalum Aalayam

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.  ~Jacob M. Braude~
You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not - silence is the sharper sword.  ~Samuel Johnson~
Today's song is from Oruvar Vaalum Aalayam, and is titled Pallaviye Saranam. It is from the carnatic genre, but an awesome one. I fell in love with the songs for it's so very sentimental lyrics. 
I realized many things today. Many. That sometimes, expectations, can hurt. That sometimes, things just do not go the way we want it too. That, people, have different characters, and expecting and hoping they would be parallel to our thoughts and liking, is way too big an expectation, and is equally unfair. 
Tomorrow comes. Let me ask the Almighty for a better day. A happier one. Today has been taxing and tiring. Dinner is done. Slumber comes next. This is the song I am listening to. Enjoying the lyrics. You do, too.
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En Uyir Thozhi from Karnan

Sunday is here. So fast. It was just like Friday evening, a few hours ago. Time passes. That is why they say so, I guess. Now, I need to start longing for the next Friday evening.
My father raised me by singing lots of beautiful, Tamil songs. I loved them, then, and still do, now. I guess, I owe him one. I owe him lots, actually -for everything. He is what I am today. And, despite him not being around, everything good I do, is an acclamation to him. He is my thoughts all the time.
If I can actually appreciate this En Uyir Thozhi song from the 1964 release, Karnan, like so many other old songs enthusiasts, then I have no one, but my father, to thank. He instilled my passion for old Tamil songs and movies, and the beautiful ancient language, itself.
This song is beautiful. Just like my father. He was beautiful - in heart, soul and all. He still is, to me. Forever, will be. Not a second passes by without me missing him. He lives in my heart and will do so forever. Love you, my darling Appa. God bless you soul.

Kangale Kamalalayam from Bale Pandiya

Sometimes, a song you hear on the radio, out of the blue, can make you sit up, and wonder, how it went unnoticed, to music enthusiasts. This is what this song practically did, to me. I thought it was soothing, soft and sentimental. And, with an eagle eye over its lyrics, I confirmed this as the song I would like to post, next.
Kangale Kamalalayam from Bale Pandiya. Yes, I like Vishnu's acting, and mum raved about it being a comedy, but did not manage to watch the whole movie, though. Give it a try. This song is no va-va-voom like my favourite anthem from Aadukalam, but it is very soothing. And, the video presentation is good. Looks like PY, in those videos. My mum's native. Pondicherry.  
Ya, give it a try. You might like it. I did.

Megam Rendu Serum Pothu from Poi Mugangal

எதிரில் நீ வரும் போது, மேளருறேன்  ஏன் தானோ

கண் சிமிட்டும் தீயே, என்ன எரிச்சு புட்ட நீயே

I am as sleepy as a koala. As a koala ? How long do these animals actually sleep ? Googling for information, as I write my post of the day.

OMG. Oh My God. The details just surprised me. My eyes are popping out, and my sleepy koala has since migrated to Alaska. They sleep an average of 22 hours a day. And, there is only 24 hours, in one. Why wake up for the remaining two? They could just continue and be in hibernation, right? Hahaha. Whatever. God bless Koalas. They are becoming extinct, despite all that sleep...
The lines above are from my present favourite number. The song I am listening to right now.
I turned around to catch him looking at me, with his all-so-famous grin. Twice. And, both were intense and empowering moments.
Today turned out brilliantly. I thank God for everything he is blessing me with.
And, even this moment, when happiness fills my heart to the brim, there are two things which I so miss - very much. My father. And, my India. Wish my father was around. Wish India was nearer. Wishes - they never end, do they?
Friday comes tomorrow. Looking forward to some unwinding and lots of housekeeping.
I love this song. SPB sang this one in programme, and I liked it instantly. The soft melody and the immensely beautiful lyrics. I wish more people would enjoy this song as much as what I do. What-a-song..... Keywords : Lyrics. Lyrics. Lyrics.

Pakkathile Iruppen from Thedi Vantha Selvam

He wishes me good morning. Then, turns around, and, practically, gives me a fixed stare, with those beautiful, deep eyes. I wish him back, and smile - in a daze. He electrifies me. Has always. Will continue to.
He calls around at 11.04am. That throaty, husky voice greets me, as always, and continues to tease me. I bloom  a smile, and flourish a big a laughter. He makes these two come easily, when he is around. He has an immense sense of humour - which is obviously present, all the time.
He asks me out. Any Saturday. "Lets go eat," he says. I am flabbergasted. He stuns me. "Next month?" he asks, again. I am at a lost for words. I tell him I will let him know. He laughs. He asks me if it will take me another 4 years to reply. I return his laughter and say, "Another 5". The conversation continues.....
Long since that phone call, but I am still radiating. And, at this very moment, I am listening, to what else, but Ayayo Nenju Alayuthudi from Aadukalam. On loop. Replay mode.
This is an old song. From Thedi Vantha Selvam. It is funny, blithe and merry. Hahaha. Watch the video.... Very encouraging lyrics.

Oru Pennai Paarthu from Anbey Vaa

This morning I watched episode 391 of Raagamaliga. Haricharan sang this number, and he was just mind blowing. I am embarrassed and stunned that it took me 45 years to actually appreciate this number. Haricharan called this jive music. I would like to call it happy music. The music and the meaningful lyrics just go hand in hand. Unfortunately, and yet again, this is the male version. A female one would have been perfect. The exact song I would choose to sing to him - in the heavy rain, hopping and jiving along the beach pavement. Sounds like some old Tamil movie. Well, what else do you get from a faithful, Tamil movie buff like yours truly ?
Old is gold. 100%. Listen to this one. You will understand. The music is sure to get your feet tapping. And, the lyrics is sure to bring heavy snow fall in your heart. Enjoy.

Kanninimai Pole from Anwar

Today is Saturday. And this, was another special, significant one. SPB, SP Charan and Prashantini 's awesome love duet, Ayayo Nenju Alayuthadi, is what plays on my mind, heart and soul - all the time. It is such a dreamy number. So love this song, that this is all I hum, whenever, whatever. It brings a smile, a chill to the heart and a breeze to the soul.

He says good morning. He says he was wondering how come I have yet to call. He sounds genuine. It sounds beautiful. Just like my current favourite song. I fall back asleep. It feels like a dream. It happened for real and yet it seems like a dream. 

It is raining, outside. And, alike, it is raining amour in my heart. Sweet. Saturdays are sweet. 

Watched this on Sun Music a few days back. Sounds sweet. Just the way my Saturday was. 

Unnai Ninaikavey from Jay Jay

Been missing my dad, lots, of lately. Lots. I do not know why. But he is my thoughts, more often. More often, than ever. Sometimes, I think of the times we used to spend together. At others, I cry myself over all those beautiful memories, we shared, while he was still around. It has been 22 years now. Since that dreadful 3rd September 1990. So many years have passed, but memories of Appa flood me all the time. I was, indeed, the apple of his eye. Was his darling Kannamah. I, was, practically, everything - to him. I do not have any doubt on that. He adored me heaps. I still believe he does - from up above, amongst those heavenly clouds. His love keeps me going. It always will.

Today was beautiful. It will be long remembered. Imprinted in my heart. My second Valentine’s Day. Ya. He continues to make me smile. I am, currently, listening, to my all time favourite, Enthan Uyire from Unnarage Naan Irunthaal. Such a sentimental number. Mind blowing lyrics. I love this song. This is practically what I would like to tell him. Really. Anyone's heart would melt to this one. Again, really.

Appa... I wish you were around. Everything would have been rosier. Minus the thorns. I am sure you would have liked him. He makes me very happy. Just like what you did. And still do, with the memories you have left behind. I laugh at practically everything he says. No, I do not make them up. Those barrels of laughter. I really do. Wholeheartedly. Naturally. He is sweet. Just like you, Appa. 

Here, I go again. All teary eyed and missing my father, more than ever. No guy will ever be able to replace you, Pa. You were the best, and will remain, so no matter what. The greatest. The first man of my life. My superhero. My idol. Miss you, Pa. Lots. Please keep me in your prayers, as I do you.

Appa, for being the best, for always – I love you, for everything and for ever.

Rest in peace. Your darling daughter is fine. She will always be – as long as you watch her over, from right up there.

This song is for him. The guy who makes me laugh heartily. The one who reminds me of all the laughter Appa brought into my life. 

Koorana Parvaigal from Thoonga Nagaram

Some songs just catch you by surprise. They do not become mega hits. They do not appeal to the mass. And, yet, they bolt and buckle you, - somehow. This is what the song that I am posting today, did to me. I was just browsing through some current songs, and this tunefulness made me a fan. Like the soft harmony and the simple Tamil lyrics. A good listen when all you want to do is off the lights, roll on the bed, and hug the pillow for warmth - and smile, secretly, over those sweet memories, that flood you. 
I was supposed to watch Thoonga Nagaram while I was in Madurai, but couldn't. The title of the movie, does refer to this famous Temple City, after all. Tried to, again, while I was in Chennai, and failed, the second time, around, as well. Right now, back in Malaysia, I am waiting for the original DVD. 
It is a Sunday afternoon. Hot and sunny. Chennai would be the same right now. My Chennai. Just two and a half hours behind. That's all. My metropolitan city would be bustling with life. I miss her. Very much. The affinity I share for this city is mystifying. It must have to do something with my past life. Sure, of that, though. I am, unashamedly, crazy, crazy about Chennai, Tamil Nadu and India - in that exact order. No European cities for me. I am, all Indian. 
Go enjoy the Sunday. Hours away before Manic Monday knocks on our doors. Life is beautiful, when you make it so. Have a great one !! A great Sunday, and a great life - ahead. Cheers from Shalu.

Then Then Then from Kuruvi

Saturdays. When, the first thing that I hear, is that, deep, throaty, husky, all so romantic "Good Morning ". Same today. This morning, I realized something new. That he is comical. He was. Even, at such an early hour. He makes me laugh at his wittiness, and smile at his humour. I am glad, and, overwhelmed. This genuine, 24 carat happiness is beautiful. My heart feels calm. Thanks to the Almighty. Thanks to him. The one who drowns me in snow with his frosty Siberian smile.
Weekends are wonderful. Unwinding at home, is just so relaxing. Tea and freshly baked cookies are just minutes away.
This one has apt lyrics. Words that I would like to say, but somehow cannot. Then, meaning honey, in Tamil. Honey. Sweet. Heart. Whatever........ Smile - to this superb Saturday.

Pani Thuli, Pani Thuli from Kanda Naal Muthal

My days, of lately, have been, lovely. Everything is sweet and winning. He has become steadfast. Constantly caring. And, zealous. Ya. Zealous - very at times - that I am left dazed and startled. It is, no doubt, a state of amazement. An exchange of sweet nothings has become routine. 
This 'Otha Sollala' song from Aadukalam is like a shot in the arm. The energy of the song just hoists you up. I am listening to it on replay - now. Yours truly is a non-kuthu song fan - but this one is exceptional. An unprecedented kuthu song. 
This song is for him. He brings Alaskan snow to my scorching El Azizia domain. With that spine-tingling smile. I get moonstruck, early in the morning. Doesn't matter if I do not make sense. It is not supposed to. 
Lyrics are just right on - for him, for me, for the moments we share. God bless, this happiness, this beautiful, meaningful, craziness - for a lifetime.

Sandhosham Indru Sandhosham from Manithanin Marupakkam

Yet again. I am ecstatic. And upbeat. Been so for a few days now. Days have been promising. Want them, so badly, to remain so, for always. I have been listening countlessly, to my heart's current anthem , "Ayyayo Nenju Alaiyuthudi" from Aadukalam. It is such an intoxicating number. S.P.Bala, S.P.Charan & Prashanthini have sung this song with so much of charm and passion. This song is my risk less, love drug...... What-ta-song!!!

Right now,.......

If my heart was a room - it would be The Penthouse Suite at The Martinez Hotel in Cannes. 

If my heart was a sweet - it would be made of Sugar Cane, 2000 times sweeter than sucrose.

If my heart was an island - it would be the beautiful Galápagos.

If my heart was a Greek Goddess - it would be Aphrodite.

If my heart was a flower - it would be the Canna.

If my heart was a car - it would be the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport, travelling at 267 mph.

If my heart was a display of fireworks - it would be the Olympic 2008 opening ceremonies in Beijing.

If my heart was a language - it would DEFINITELY be the poetic, formal Tamil.

If my heart was a fruit - it would be Gariguette' and 'Mara des Bois' strawberries. 

If my heart was a diamond - it would be the Kohinoor from Golconda, Andhra Pradesh.

If my heart was a bird - it would be the Golden Pheasant (Chrysolophus pictus).

If my heart was a spice - it would be the cinnamon.

If my heart was a mountain - it would be the Vinson Massif in Antarctica, with a record temperature of −128.6 °F. (FYI - He brings snow into my heart)

If my heart was a poem - it would be "I carry your heart with me" by E. E. Cummings.

Want to go have a cat nap. He brings Antarctica's snow into my hot-as-El Azizia room.

What song for today ? For happy, happy today. 

Yenaachey, Yenaachey from Vaamsam.

He keeps tabs on me. Nice. He watches over. Beautiful. He dotes and devotes. Meaningful. I am on seventh heaven. I am speaking the language of love. Pardon me, if they are grammatically incorrect. 
8 appel entrants. 10 les appels manqués. 4 messages. depuis le 3 mars 2011. 
il m'a tenu éveillé sur le 4 mars avec ses appels. il a été belle...................

The song that I listened somewhere, some time back, and popped up, today, at the very thought of him. Superb, tickling lyrics. 

For him. Only him. 

Sada Sada from Kaavalan.

"i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)..........." the last line in the famous "i carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings

For being there for me - when I needed you most. For making me happy. For making me laugh. For keeping me smiling. For listening to me. For saying sweet nothings. For those beautiful, unending conversations. For caring. For holding me dear. For the attention you shower. For the beaming smile you give. For being genuinely you. For bringing snow to my blazing, scorching climate. Ya, snow. You have been bringing that to me, so often, now. You ARE the Antartica, in my Lut Desert. 

When distance is a barrier, speech is reluctant and only words are transcribed - this came in as the sweetest of sweet. 

"Don't worry, I will be there, when you go to sleep......." at 6.56pm on this big-league day.

This song reminds me of you. All of you. If I was a lyricist, this is exactly, what I would have written about you - but, in Tamil, masculine gender.

I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. Really do. I know. God knows........

Taakuudhe Kann Thakuudhe from Baana Kaathadi

Day 1
He takes the holy ash from my palms. Even his finger nails do not brush me. I am startled. Taken aback. How purely sweet. How genuinely beautiful. He scores 10 for Day 1.
Day 2
A state holiday comes next. Jams are just waiting to start. In fact, they have started in some places. Public transportation is going to be a mess. It may take hours to reach home. A female colleague from hometown drove her two wheeler, this morning. She asks me to follow. I am unsure. But the invitation is a good way for me to not get caught in the holiday hustle. He calls. I ask him for an extra headgear. He asks, why. I explain. He responds immediately and persuasively, not to. He says it will be dangerous. He advises. He urges. And convinces. I tell him I won't. He can take my word. He actually called to send me lunch. Vegetarian. Sweet. He scores another 10 for Day 2.
Day 3
The Pandi Bazaar roads are brimming with autos, cars, bicycles, buses and every mode of transportation you can imagine. Mum is walking beside me. The sound of horns are abundant. Chennai is always like that. He calls. He talks. He goes into silent mode. Then, as sweet and slow, as the cool sea breeze, he wishes me. He was building up courage, I guess. Siberian cold weather embraces my blazing hot Chennai. Nice. Again sweet. Sweeter than all those toothsome stuff in Krisha Sweets and Adyar Ananda Bhawan's. It was Valentine's. And, he scored a big 10 - again.
Moral of story
He is making grades. Gradually. Hahaha. Sounds like some school report.
Song for the Score
Taakuudhe Kann Thakuudhe from Baana Kaathadi. Lyrics are 100% apt, and a big 100 total score for all three days. You need to listen to every line. Patiently. How germane it is for my situation......