Tag: Love

Aaha Kaadal! ( Thamizh for “Wow! Love!”)

My friends Shiva and Jagan have taken a couple of other films as well and this is one that appeals to me for its sheer elegance, beauty of the melody, the lyrics in my mother tongue, my city in all its beauty with many recognisable sights, and of course the charming ladies so typical of Pune. The lyrics takes one back to one’s youth and the yearning for love.

Shiva’s own comment – “The Highlight and Challenge is all in the lip-sync of the 3 local girls to a Song in Tamil!”

ஆஹா காதல் கொஞ்சிக் கொஞ்சிப் பேசுதே
ஆளை மிரட்டி கள்ளத்தனம் காட்டுதே
ஒரே பேரை உதடுகள் சொல்கின்றதே
அதே பேரில் என் பெயர் சேர்க்கின்றதே
வினாத்தாளில் வெற்றிடம் திண்டாடுதே
காதல் கேட்கும் கேள்வியால்

நதியில் விழும் இலை இந்த காதலா
கரையைத் தொட இத்தனை மோதலா
விழுந்தது நானா எழுந்திடுவேனா
எழுந்திடும்போதும் விழுந்திடுவேனா
உனைப் பார்ப்பதை நானறியேன்
உன்னைப் பார்க்கிறேன் வேறறியேன்
என்னுடன் நீயா உன்னுடன் நானா
நானே நீயா நீயே நானா
இது என்ன ஆனந்தமோ
தினம் தினம் சுகம் சுகம்

ஆஹா காதல் ….

எதுவோ என்னை உன்னிடம் ஈர்த்தது
அது தான் உன்னை என்னிடம் சேர்த்தது
தொலைந்தது நானா கிடைத்திடுவேனா
கிடைத்திடும் போதும் தொலைந்திடுவேனா
பெண்கள் மனம் ஒரு ஊஞ்சலில்லை
ஊஞ்சல் தன்னால் அசைவதில்லை
இழுப்பது நீயா வருவது நானா
திசையறியாது திரும்பிடுவேனா
காதல் பொன்னூஞ்சலில் அசைவது சுகம் சுகம்

ஆஹா காதல் ….

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aaha kadhal konji konji pesudhey
aalai miratti kalla thanam kaattudhey
orey perai uthadugal solgindradhey
adhey peril en peyar serkindradhey
vinaa thaalil vetridam thindaaduthey
kaadhal ketkum kelviyaa ?
love is talking in mesmerising way
it threatens me in a naughty way
I murmur the same name
I join my name in that name
my answer paper is empty
is that question asked by Love ?

aaha kadhal konji konji pesudhey
aalai miratti kalla thanam kaattudhey
love is talking in mesmerising way
it threatens me in a naughty way

Charanam 1

nadhiyil vizhum ilai indha kaadhalaa ?
karayai thoda ithanai modhalaa ?
vizhunthathu naana ?
yezhunthiduvenaa ?
yezhunthidum podhum
vizhunthiduvenaa ?
Is love is like a leaf fallen on a river ?
Why does it require so much of fight to touch the banks of river ?
Did I fall?
Will I make it?
WIll I fall again when I try to make it ?

unnai paarthathai naan ariyen
unnai paarkiren ver ariyen
ennudan neeya ?
unnudan naana ?
naane neeya ?
neeye naana ?
Are you with me ?
Am I with you ?
Am I or You?
Are you or Me ?
I didn’t realise that I watched you
I am seeing you, and not aware of anything else

idhu enna aananthamo
dhinam dhinam sugam sugam
what a great pleasure
satisfaction every single day

aaha kadhal konji konji pesudhey
aalai miratti kalla thanam kaattudhey

Charanam 2

yethuvo ennai unnidam eerthathu
adhu than unnai ennidam serthathu
tholainthathu naana ?
kidaithiduvenaa ?
kidaithidum podhum
tholainthiduvenaa ?
which drew me near you ?
That brought me close to you
Did I just got lost ?
Will I come back ?
Will I lose again
when I try to make it ?

pengal manam oru oonjal illai
oonjal thannal asaivathillai
girl’s heart is unlike a swing
swing does not move on its own

ezhupathu neeya ?
varuvathu naana ?
thisai ariyathu thirumbiduvenaa ?
kaadhalin pon oonjalil
asaivathu sugam sugam
are you pulling me ?
am I coming along ?
will I come back without realizing where I went ?
It is a great pleasure
to sit on love swing

aaha kadhal konji konji pesudhey
aalai miratti kalla thanam kaattudhey
orey perai uthadugal solgindradhey
adhey peril en peyar serkindradhey
vinaa thaalil vetridam thindaaduthey
kaadhal ketkum kelviyaa ?

aaha kadhal
aalai miratti

Do You Love …… Most Annoying.

Do-you-love-your-mother

Every now and then, Facebook posts ask to share posts asking :

Do You Love Your Mother?
Do You Love Your Father?
Do You Love Your Wife?
Do You Love Your Daughter?

And those posts go on to tell you to share if you answer yes.

I am always flummoxed because I don’t have any of these four in my life.

Why can’t people ask properly using the correct tense?

Or, is it that people who post these are totally insensitive to people like me?

Not Over Yet.

I hope that you enjoy reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Will. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Rohit,Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

I don’t quite know what Will had in mind when he thought up this topic, but for me, it is most certainly not over yet. I doubt very much that it ever will be.

I am talking about a much bandied about word – love. That indescribable emotion that means so many things to so many people and which is used in different contexts to mean different things to different people. I have written about it in some detail in an earlier post. I had concluded that post with a quote from Bill Cosby – “I am certainly not an authority on love because there are no authorities on love, just those who’ve had luck with it, and those who haven’t.”

I am one of those lucky ones. Except that now, it is no longer focused on a physical reality but on an abstract entity called nostalgia. 48 years of a great relationship does not get over because of death.

As I write this post, I am recovering from a very enjoyable lunch with some great company. Two of them had come for the first time to our home and one of them, a lady, saw Urmeela’s photograph on the wall cheerfully looking on at all that was happening in our drawing and dining rooms. She promptly wanted to see some of our old albums and I diplomatically wriggled out of that chore, as I simply did not want to. But that little diversion changed my mood for the rest of the afternoon and it took all my will power to continue being a graceful host. I wanted to spend some time on some diversion and sought the LBC topic for the coming Friday and found synchronicity up to its mischief again.

“An honorable human relationship – that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” – is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.”

~ Adrienne Rich

We did. I still do.

Myth Busted – Love Lasts.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. ~
Germaine Greer

In my post “Divorces On The Rise In India“, I had commented on the intriguing problem of this phenomenon of divorces. Currently, I am mentoring two young ladies who are going through divorce/marital problems. I find that many values that my generation had about marriage, whether actualized or imposed, seem to be on the vane and this is puzzling to me.

I had suggested to my mentee going through marital difficulties that she read Leo Tolstoy’s “Family Happiness”, a less known work of his, as the problems being faced by the lady are very similar to that of the heroine of the story, perceived indifference from the husband of a few years. It is a poignant story which I have always felt to have been under recognized. A story, which should resonate with most married people.

This morning’s Times Of India then thumped me with an article which stated, to me the obvious.

I was happily married for over forty years to one person. Almost all my regular readers
have had long lasting and from all accounts, happy marriages. Nationality and cultural differences do not seem to have had any impact on these marriages. The TOI article, confirms this.

I find it sad that such a great institution is under attack. Why are many young people unable to emulate their elders? What have the older people done or not done?

Art.

Welcome to another post of the Friday Loose Bloggers’ Consortium when eleven of us post on the same topic chosen by one of us. Today’s topic has been chosen by Ginger.

Please do visit Ashok, Conrad, Grannymar, Magpie11, Maria, Gaelikaa, Helen, Judy, Anu and Ginger to see ten other views on the same topic. Some of these bloggers may be preoccupied with vacations, examinations, family problems and/or romance, so be a little indulgent in case they do not post or post late.

Please do listen to this song while reading the lyrics.

THE SINGER NOT THE SONG
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Everywhere you want I always go
I always give in because, babe, you know
You just say so cause you give me that
Feeling inside that I know must be right
It’s the singer not the song

It’s not the way you give in willingly
Others do it without thrilling me
Giving me that same old feeling inside that I
Know I must be right
It’s the singer not the song

The same old places and the same old songs
We’ve been going there for much too long
There’s something wrong and it gives me that feeling
Inside that I know I must be right
It’s the singer not the song
It’s the singer not the song
It’s the singer not the song

For me, it was the Artist, not her Art. Despite having known her for 48 years and having been married to her for forty of them, I know nothing about Art. Urmeela and her remarkable teacher, told me early on that if it appealed to me, it was good art and if not, it was not good art FOR ME. I was comfortable with that, just as I am now too. My home now has a few of Urmeela’s paintings, one of which is shown above,  and batiks as well as, a much cherished etching of a great artist friend of ours. Just four years ago, one fine day, Urmeela decided that no useful purpose will be served by keeping all her old works and arranged for a grand bonfire in our garden. When I asked her why she wished to do that, she said that the best of her works were already in good collections and on the walls of her home. The rest needed to be destroyed so that she could create afresh. That she was not able to, is a poignant part of my life’s story.

“The function of the artist is the mythologization of the environment and the world.”

“The artist is the one who communicates myth for today. But he has to be an artist who understands mythology and humanity and isn’t simply a sociologist with a program for you.”

“The real artist is the one who has learned to recognize and to render what Joyce has called the “radiance” of all things, as an epiphany or showing forth of their truth.”

– Joseph Campbell, in his book “The Power Of Myth.”

Urmeela succeeded in performing that function admirably. Her art reminds me of her. She is now my myth, her works, what few are left, radiate many things. I am comfortable with that.