Pretense and Andaal..

Penance, I have never known
Knowledge is but patchy and few
My love, I retract and want again,
Comforts for the soul to gain.
Deliverance,unto your feet I loathe,
'truth, are but lies deftly closed'
I say, I fancy all these words
With a mind of wool to rave and play..
A greater fish swallowed me,
My tiny world closed on me
and when at last you swallow me..
I wonder whether it balms the soul...


You forsake me
with the same intensity
with which you loved me..
I stay baffled as to find
which was pretense
and which was the truth!


( In bits and pieces I  write whenever I find time..Doing surgeries are no doubt my passion, but writing poems too , I love of late..probably this is the fish which is being swallowed by a bigger fish... )

another pasuram by Kothai andaal..which speaks of love and pretense...

செம்மையுடைய திருவரங்கர் தாம் பணித்த
மெய்ம்மை பெருவார்த்தை விட்டுசித்தர் கேட்டிருப்பார்
தம்மை உகப்பாரை தாம் உகப்பர் என்னும் சொல்
தம்மிடையே பொய்யானால் சாதிப்பார் ஆர் இனியே?

கோதை நாச்சியார் ..

'Relinquish all and seek me alone'
His words carried through ages down,
'He seeks, those who seek him true!'
those words, are they a pretense now?
Is there someone to coerce him?
to remind his ways, to mind his words?
for he never did fend my heart..
from wholesome love and languid pain...

Kothai nachiyar..

And NRI girl had commented in my last post.. that the pasuram also evades her..
so I translated the pasuram on a free day.. but unable to write down in blog..

the translated version of the poem..

Devoid of vice, A blossomed mind
'HIS' radiance , does it try to find
and through my senses and my flesh
In vain, I fathom to hold his grace..
In days past, now and days to come.
He stays unmoved, compared to none,
and all through, He is dear to me,
My lord, who is dearer than life...

Nammazhwar..

Monsoon is active in our part of state... Love the rains.. and the cloud again reminds me of another andaal pasuram...

Thoughts On  a monsoon evening..

We got ready soon.She was waiting in the sofa, watching tv..I was standing on the balcony, watching the clouds gather and the winds forcing them towards the yercaud hills..And then started the downpour., the proper lashing rains of monsoon..

We planned to go for usual Saturday temple, following it with odyssey stores, then some light dinner outside.( amma definitely would have prepared something at home). We preferred to leave our son with my parents..I too need some time alone.. all these ten days I was busy with work and practice, the last weekend I had a confernce to attend. Operating on high risk patients sometimes drains us  with all post operative complaints..So needed some space to be together.

I came to the rainshadow side of the balcony. Watching the wind, the rains and the sway of the tree tops.I was reminded of a pasuram by Andaal..

She came beside me and told “ shall we skip temple today.. I can’t wade through the puddle there with this saree..we just could go to odyssey and come..Morning we shall go to the temple.” I smiled and told, “Ok, we shall first go to odyssey and then decide”.

She would have wondered , why i never scoffed for getting all the stuff she thinks is important, which I say ‘occupies space at home’..And when I drove the car from exit side of Odyssey, I turned towards the road to temple.The heavy downpour had subdued, and she too was never in a complaining mood..

and the pasuram by andaal..

கார்காலத் தெழுகின்ற கார்முகில்காள்! வேங்கடத்துப்

போர்காலத் தெழுந்தருளிப் பொருதவனார் பேர் சொல்லி

நீர்காலத் தெருக்கினம் பழஇலைபோல் வீழ்வேனை

வார்காலத் தொருநாள் தம் வாசகன்தான் தருளாரே.

கோதை நாச்சியார் 

OH! The darkened clouds of monsoon..

Will you reveal my pain to the lord

Who’s name ,like trance, I chant forever

The valorous lord of Venkatam hills..

like the withered leaves of a giant milk weed,

ready to snap at the touch of a drop

My heart swoons for his  word of love

all through, I pine for the day to come..

kothai naachiyar..

Vekatam hills( tirumala) photo courtesy..Sriraam

(   P.S... A perfect start for a sunday.. I hope to become active blogger again ..Haven't read other blogs too.. Yeah, she woke up and telling me to get idiappam from Uzhavar Santhai for morning breakfast before it gets over there.. .;))