tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48155808368896712162024-03-08T11:49:28.904-08:00FIlling the GapRagupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-72942085685376620342009-11-07T21:58:00.000-08:002009-11-07T22:11:56.693-08:00Missing scentI was returning from office and it was chilling outside. I thought of having an ice-cream and to my surprise, there was an ice cream parlor right in front. I parked my car on the roadside went in to get my favorite. Sat on a bench in the nearby park to have a feel of the weather. I was enjoying my ice-cream as well as watching the parking area.<br /><br />Suddenly, something seemed familiar. It is the fragrance. A familiar scent. I was desperately searching for its source. It is her. She haven't changed her perfume in this eight years or it is the one she owned. She said bye with a smile, almost eight years ago. Even now I could remember that shot completely, the color of her dress, the shape of the dot between her eye brows and the fragrance of the place mixed with the aroma she owned. I couldn't stop her leaving. I wanted that smile forever and I yearned for her forever at-least as a friend. After that, for a long time, I shouted at God for making this world as a non-binary. This "at-least", the probability associated with that stopped me from getting her. I shouted at God, he didn't reply.<br /><br /><br />I offered her kid my ice-cream. We had a brief conversation about the past eight years and about the friends that we shared. This time she didn't say bye, but asked her kid to say. I took a deep breath, as if I missed this fragrance for a long time and going to miss forever.<br /><br />For many days after that, I am stopping my car to have an ice-cream near the park. I know why I am stopping here but I don't know why I seek her. This time, I am pretty sure that this is not infatuationRagupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-22620600114327228012009-11-04T09:41:00.000-08:002009-11-04T09:43:20.348-08:00காற்றின் பேரிசையும்,<br />மழை பாடும் பாடல்களும்,<br />ஒரு மௌனம் போல் இன்பம் தருமோ......<br />கோடி கீர்த்தனமும்,<br />கவி கோர்த்த வார்த்தைகளும்,<br />துளி கண்ணீர் போல் அர்த்தம் தருமோ......<br /><div style="text-align: right;">- வைரமுத்து<br /></div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-10480599994134583282009-10-20T09:56:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:04:38.492-07:00Get addicted...It's about a month, since I started writing poems in tamil and it's about 20 days, since I started posting them in my blog. Even though people around me keeps bullying, I consider myself as a budding poet. The nice part of being a poet is that you always need to dream something. If you dream on 10 things you will get at-least nine poems. The hardest part is to write things that you dream in a way that it won't offend anybody. If you do that, eight off nine will get discarded. The remaining one will get a place in my blog.<br /><br />People say that getting words is the difficult part in writing poem. I would say, convincing critics is the most difficult part. Most of the time it will be countering critics. Critics play an important part in any work. Some help you streamline your thoughts and some helps you to think in an entirely new angle. Criticizing is an art. Believe it or not, everybody can't criticize on something. Every work look perfect for my eyes. Famous poets never cared about critics. Ya, they need not. They had seen enough till the time they become famous. Most people become famous after their death or they would be in their last few pages of life. Most of the time I feel that, these people are correct in some sense. Only way to deal with critics is to ignore them.<br /><br />In my school days, I wonder how these poems are getting evaluated. what determines the its quality? The answer lies in its beauty. The beauty of poem doesn't lie in its meaning. It lies in its depth. Again, depth is often getting confused with the deepness in meaning or the detailed explanation of complex logic. That is not deep. If you read a good poem, you will feel it. It may not be complex. It may not have a rhythm in it. It may not have complex well chosen words. You might be seeing it every day. But you feel it only when you read it. After you read it, you will be feeling like seeing the whole world from the top of a hill. You know, no camera in the world can freeze it. No word in any language can explain it. You feel like surrendering to it. Asking permission to stay there for ever. Most of the time you will not get permission, because nobody is there to grant permissions. I get to read some of the most beautiful poems by Pablo Neruda (Thanks to Velu, One of the guys how has the gift of criticizing). Now I could realize, what kind of work I was doing. Still I will call my self as a budding poet :).<br /><br />Many people complained that they could not understand poems. As a part of bullying, many people advised to post explanations (Koonar Urai) along with the poem. I would say writing explanation to any poem is the worst thing it can get. It is not a definition, not an experiment, not a computer program to ask for comments. It is the feel. It is like enjoying the music, like tasting the tastiest dish, like seeing the most beautiful girl. You should enjoy it. Nobody can teach you to enjoy something, it should come from within you. If you can't get something on the first shot, don't worry. It's like a baby crying on mother's first touch. You will get addicted to it soon :)Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-73173086190909614682009-10-19T08:03:00.000-07:002009-10-19T08:10:18.623-07:00I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,<br />or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.<br />I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,<br />in secret, between the shadow and the soul.<br /><br />I love you as the plant that never blooms<br />but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;<br />thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,<br />risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.<br /><br />I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.<br />I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;<br />so I love you because I know no other way<br /><br />than this: where I does not exist, nor you,<br />so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,<br />so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-Pablo Neruda<br /></div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-4815003005717019332009-10-17T22:54:00.000-07:002009-10-18T10:49:26.077-07:00இயலா இரவுகளின் இறுக்கம்கண்கள் படம் எடுக்க அரை வினாடி அதிகமாய் இருந்தது.<br />கண்கள் முடித்ததை கைகள் எடுக்க முயன்றன<br />முழு இரவு முயன்றும் முடியவில்லை....<br /><br />பிறிதொரு நாள்,<br />கழிவறையில் கருகின கைகளின் வேலை...<br />கண்களை மூட முயன்றேன்,<br />முழு இரவு முயன்றும் முடியவில்லை....Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-51055097772379053932009-10-15T22:41:00.000-07:002009-10-15T22:46:04.397-07:00முதுமை... மரணம் தேடி ஒரு பயணம்....வழியப்பட்டவன் வழிப்பட்டதை எடுக்கிறான்,<br />வழிந்தவன் வலித்தவன் ஆகிறான்,<br />வலித்தவன் நெளிந்தவன் ஆகிறான்,<br />வழியப்பட்டவன் துரோகி ஆகிறான்,<br />துரோகி வழியப்படுகிறான்...Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-40590949185728171822009-10-07T01:33:00.000-07:002009-10-07T02:57:20.035-07:00சீகைக்காய் மணம்...<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">பரட்டையாக வந்த என்னை அமர்த்தி,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">குழைத்து வைத்திருந்ததை</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">த்</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> தலையில் தேய்த்தாள்,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">கண்கள் சிவந்தன,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">காரணம் கேட்டவளுக்கு</span>,<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span>சீ<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">கைக்காய் என்றேன்.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">கேட்டவள் நீயாக இருந்தால், சிரித்தபடி சொல்லியிருப்பேன்.</span>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-2802229164095764522009-10-07T01:28:00.001-07:002009-10-07T02:55:52.968-07:00சுவை...<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">இனிப்பு</span>த்<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> தந்தாய், </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">வாயில் திணித்தபடி புருவம் நெளிந்தேன்,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">மௌனம் தந்தாய்,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">காரம் தந்தாய், சிறிது துவர்ப்பும் தந்தாய்.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">எழுந்து நடந்தேன்,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> அறுசுவையில், இருசுவை போதும் என்று.</span>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-17038747888457490392009-10-05T07:43:00.000-07:002009-10-05T07:45:29.972-07:00துரோகம்நீர் கானலாவதும் பாலமாவதுமன்றி இல்லை..<br />'ஏழையின்' 'சிரிப்பில்' 'இறைவனைக்' காண்பதும்,<br />கண்டவனிடத்துப் 'புகழை' மட்டும் அளிப்பதும்,<br />விஞ்சியதை 'இங்கிருந்தே எடுக்கப்பட்டதெனக்' கொள்வதும்,<br />அவனிடத்தே இவற்றுக்கு 'மண்டியிட்டு நிற்பதும்'தான்..<br />இந்நொடியும் விலகிப் போகும்..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">வா. செந்தில்குமார்</div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-30371043107114041102009-09-30T20:33:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:10:17.397-07:00பள்ளி/பல்லிஎட்ட நின்று பார்க்கும் பொழுது உனக்குத் தெரியாது,<br />என் பார்வையின் காரணம் கோபமா, பயமா என்று.<br />ஒரு நொடியில் வளைத்துப் பிடிக்கும்போது தெரியும்,<br />எனக்கு இருப்பது பசி என்று.<br />சிரித்து முடிக்கும்முன் செரித்திருக்கும் விட்டில்...Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-61229450749689221972009-09-29T09:38:00.000-07:002009-09-29T09:39:35.290-07:00Very Niceஎழுதிய ‘ ந’ வின் நுனியில்<br />ஒரு அலகினைச் செருகினாள்<br />பக்கவாட்டு நெளிவுகளில்<br />சில சிறகுகளை பொதிந்துவிட்டு<br />சுழியின் கீழே வாலிலிழுத்தாள்<br />கொண்டுவந்த கடுகினை<br />மையத்தில் ஒட்டி முடித்தபொழுது<br />ஒருமுறை உடல் சிலும்பி<br />ந பறக்கிறது<br />பிறகான எனது ந விலெல்லாம்<br />ஒரு காகம் கரைகிறது<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> - பா.திருச்செந்தாழை</span>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-9686552678521409362009-09-27T21:15:00.000-07:002009-09-27T22:14:43.190-07:00கைகள்இரவில் படுத்தேன், அழுத்தித் துடைத்த கண்களோடு...<br />காலையில் எழுந்து பார்த்தேன், புற்களின் நுனியில் நீர்த்துளி....<br />புற்களுக்குக் கை இல்லை என்று தோன்றியது...<br />நண்பகல் பார்த்தேன், நீர்த்துளிகளைக் காணவில்லை...<br />காற்றின் கைகள் துடைத்திருக்கும்...<br />எனக்குக் கைகள் இல்லை என்றால்...<br />தெரியவில்லை... :)Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-58104245874972976582009-09-27T07:31:00.000-07:002009-09-27T10:31:19.855-07:00Thoughts after a Movie<div style="text-align: left;">I shouldn't be writing this blog. There are two reasons for, Why I shouldn't be<br />1. I am strictly against the deadly combination of Mass media and business.<br />2. I may be promoting "Mass Media" indirectly.<br /><br />Few things forced me to write.<br />1. People are not considering movies as a source of entertainment. Sensational movies are impacting people. But I feel, some movies are taken sensationally to impact people for business reasons. I hate this for two reasons.<br />It will make people immune to the sensational feelings. If you want to take a sensational issue as your story line, take a documentary, investigate on it completely and make them realize. Release it in the internet or even it can be screened in theaters with special permissions. If people are continued to expose this kind of sensational business movies, then those will be no more sensational. For example, Kissing is no more sensational, but it was. Kissing is fine but I can't accept killing. I fear that, people will accept killing as a normal thing soon. You can go and watch an Item movie, at-least you know what you are watching is not true and not good. But this sensational business movies are unacceptable.<br /> Doing business with essential things. Food, cloth and shelter are considered to be the essential things, some 200 years back. But we have added few other to the list. Health, education and the new addition to the list is information. Yes, in this information age, information is an essential thing. These movies are doing business with information. Yeah, information provided by movies are very less, but the amount of impact they make is huge. You will forget the news eventually but not what shown in movies.<br />2. Movies or moving picture is not a devil that need to be uprooted from the society. They are a powerful way of pushing thoughts to make people think. It need to be used to improve the society. They do play a major role in the creation of ideals. Exposing good characters of people and emphasizing them should be done with movies.<br /><br /> Yesterday I watched is Kamal's latest one. Unnai Pool Oruvan. Yeah, its a great movie to watch. Its a movie to be admired. Well directed. well acted and well positioned. I should appreciate the movie for few things. It throws some light on what happen during riots for those who don't know, neither do I. Many people asked, whether these thing are true. May be false, but even 10 percent of it being true is unimaginable. I really appreciate Kamal's effort.<br /><br /> Yeah, that is a great effort, but many people will put things in their backyard and never care about it. In due course it will conglomerate and will become part of their life. Eventually people start tolerate things that shouldn't be tolerated. If the motto of the film is to make people realize that there is something wrong, then hit hard with a club. Take a film on what happened in Gujarat, Orissa, Srilanka, khairlanji.... At least, these things got media attention, there are tons of other things that we don't know. Hit with a club, don't scratch the skin for a poison injection.<br /><br />I personally believe that terror will not end terror. If you try terror against terror, you are cutting the branches and not the root. Every terrorist has his own story. If somebody kills your kid, do you sit and meditate. If you are given a gun and a chance to shot the killer, will you throw away the gun. I am sure nobody will. Lets build a hope among people that there is a chance of you growing by making others grow. You can be happy by making others happy. Yeah, you are right, I am talking about Utopia. Lets stop thinking that it as a fictitious world, lets believe it. Do you think, We don't feel the terror. No, I would say we don't listen to the screams.<br /><br /> I need flowers as tribute, not gun shots.</div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-58520724260785987992009-08-30T07:14:00.000-07:002009-09-06T05:30:58.081-07:00I am confused...<div style="text-align: justify;">I am confused...<br /><br />The further they went, the more they could feel the world changing, or may be it was them.<br /><br />This is a quote from MotorCycle Diaries. Whenever you see the world changing, it isn't the world but it is you. But I didn't feel the world changing but I feel that I am changing. I don't know whether it's true or not, right or wrong but it is happening. Nobody knows the reason............ May be I am lying............. or I am confused.<br /><br />When I look back, I feel that most part of my life is influenced by someone else. In this whole 24 years I can pinpoint someone how was influencing me. Now I couldn't find that person. It looks like almost everybody is influencing me. Or is it a period where I am looking for a person or I already found a person but could see more influential persons :). If being influenced is a case with me, then it is fine. But I doubt other way round. I could see lot of people is having some ideal and always trying to adapt the character, then there is something basically wrong in the make of mankind. Ok, I decided to traverse the tree. Whom I am following, and who he is following and backwards. To my surprise it is not a tree, instead it is a graph (please tolerate the computer related terms :). To be clearer, every other person is following some character of someone else. Trying to adjust himself to become more successful or comfort by following a path that is adopted by someone. So instead of adjusting with the nature, we are trying to adjust and adopt within ourselves. Here is where Darwinism is not fitting, or is it the evolution ends with our race, or is it a place a new kind of evolution starts, I am confused.<br /><br />Whenever I got enthralled by nature, beauty or excellence, I am losing my consciousness. What I meant by losing consciousness is, I know I am here and doing something and I am happy. But on the other hand I don't want to do something else which is essential. This came into my mind because a friend of mine wanted to be conscious always. Is it possible? To some extent we are unconscious always. So my thoughts went into consciousness. Like every other science students, it tried to define consciousness. Shortest possible root is to Google for the definition. It gave me couple of definitions and the interesting one is its Buddhist form of definition. Explanation gave a feeling that, consciousness is something like attaching to something. In the sense, if a person is conscious he will be attached to the external happenings or awareness to the external happenings. But as per the same Buddhist philosophy, one need to detach himself from everything consciously. I don't understand that part :). Ok, coming back to my thoughts, So is it like unconsciousness is part of life. Do we need to be conscious to enjoy that moment or can we enjoy the same moment by being unconscious. So what is enjoyment? I am confused :)</div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-17300197066259383772009-07-31T09:58:00.000-07:002009-09-06T05:31:23.774-07:00I am enjoying<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know, How many people enjoyed the fun part of coding. I did, for last couple of days. Four friends sitting in a single cube, working day and night to get something working that has never happened before :P (in my life). This is amazing experience.<br /><br />Few awesome things that happened in that weekend. There are some learning, some realizations, some confessions, some desires, some happy moments, some sad moments, some bad moments. Last four days was a bundle of all these :).<br /><br />All these started on Friday afternoon, just before I start for my lunch. One of my college junior asked me to join the team that he is trying to form for a competition. Since I had huge backlog that I need to finish before that weekend, I hesitated a little bit. The t-shirt part and the lunch part attracted. I went and asked my manager and he gave a grand green signal in exchange of T-Shirt :(. Little disappointing, but still lunch part is there.<br /><br />We went into one conference room and made our initial designs. A call from another conference room, TADAA lunch ready :) We rushed down. I only could see few scattered pieces of a medium pizza. I expected Anjappar meals, But 2 slices of medium pizza is highly disappointing. That didn't even contribute to the starter :(.<br /><br />One thing that is really inspiring is that there are only 4 teams participating and one team don't have any idea of Coding and design ( A team came from customer service ). If we do our due diligence, a prize is assured. ( Later only I got to know that there is a whole lot of teams participating from other geographic locations).<br /><br />In next 10 minutes we come up with what needs to be done and listed down them in decreasing complexity. Each one picked depending on their expertise. We did a rough design of classes and separation of interfaces. Here is the first flaw started, We didn't do our design properly. Anyway that desn't matter, this is a project of three days and who will care about that. Eventually that is also wrong. We are now taking a look at it to take it further :)<br /><br />Everybody crossing the way are surprised on seeing us sitting and discussing seriously. Some people admired, somebody surprised and few other kalased ( part of life ). Each one fixed on a target and started working separately. We never thought that there is a bigger problem of integrating the code. After few hours of coding, we got tiered. Since this is the first day (as if a month is there) we relaxed. One said, lets go for a movie. I am the next supporter. We went to Transformers. To say about the movie, it is one of the crappiest movie that you can ever watch. This movie is nothing but a "Captain film" in a large budget. Thank god, Megan fox was there in the movie , I am satisfied. Seriously I don't understand these people, is there any reason to give 200Rs, to sit in 4th row to watch this crap, when 10Rs is enough to sit in the 3rd row. I came back and sent some mail and went back home. That day over.<br /><br />Week full of enjoyment will screw up the weekend, that Saturday is a perfect example for that. Sun raised with a Sev 2. Something got broken somewhere, either I need to go and fix or make a bigger brake, So the whole team will come and fix :P (Team work). I did some work and came back to office, to my surprise other two are already there. God, I got a great team :). I joined them, and coding part was over in the next 30 mins. We thought of to integrate what we wrote. We expected integration will be a bigger part, but we didn't thought that this could be this huge. There are two big blunders that we did. 1) When we started, we didn't had a clear boundary of integration, 2) We never tested what we wrote. It took nearly 4 hours to integrate, what we wrote for 2 hours. It was 8pm, by the time we tested and we are not even at 20% mark of what we promised. After we tested out the working part of the code, we decided to go to the next part of the code.<br /><br />It was 4 am Sunday, when we leave for home. I thought staying back, but we planned to cock fish and chicken in our home. I don't want to miss that. I planned to come back around 3 in the afternoon after lunch. But, as usual nothing went as expected. Usually, If I lie down, I will sleep in another 10 mins but today, ooh God help me. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, my mind was running here and there. I think this is the first time I tried hard to sleep but couldn't. It is terrible to be awake on bed. It is better to kill yourself, instead of lying like that. Opened my laptop and started reading some articles and visited Facebook. I read couple of my friends blog. TADAA There comes the idea of blogging. Now I know, reason for blogging is neither passion nor fun, it is insomnia :P. So I started my blog :). It was 6 AM when I finally felt asleep.<br /><br />I am into my dreams. Around 8 am, I got a call. I know that thing is ringing and wakeing me up but i don't want to pick it up. I need to pick it up and for the first time my ring tone irritated me. I picked it up with hesitation and as I expected it was an emergency call from my friend.<br /><br />continued....<br />(stopping here, It is getting too long :)</div>Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815580836889671216.post-10116527342174026092009-07-24T16:11:00.000-07:002009-07-28T14:01:50.574-07:00Hi guys, This is long time since I wrote something out. The last thing that I can think of as I wrote something is Semester exams. Innovation and creativity plays a major role. If I look back its almost 2 years. Sometimes looking back is fun rite :)<br /><br />"I am writing this for fun" this is what most of the blogger say. When people say this, sometimes I will ask them what it is this fun all about? Few said that "You can't explain that, You need to feel that". I thought for sometime, Ya it may be true. Nobody can explain, how a drunkard feels during mappu rite. So I thought of give sought to it. Cool then, Let's enjoy the fun.(you should note the riming of then and the fun :)Ragupathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17493198023522293576noreply@blogger.com5