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Re: Even Silence Speaks....by Meena

Hello Meena,
I am happy to see your enthusiastic participation. Yes it is necessary to enlarge the poems to the biggest size and post it everywhere for the world to read. But it is more important, Meena, to post the poem firmly in our heart for our soul to read, and see that the poem enlarges our hearts.
I liked the powerful quote you have given at the end. But I am a little confused about its meaning.
First I thought that it means, that we may forget the words of anger and deeds of hatred of our enemies. But we cant forget the silence of our friends. That is when you do something which your best friend does not like. She may not openly say so, for fear of hurting you. But she will remain silent and that silence we can easily sense and can never forget.
But as I went down to sudha's post I find she means it differently. She talks of the sweet company between friends spent in each others company without talking anything.
IL Gurus, please explain the meaning to us, ordinary mortals.
Thanks , Meena.
regards,
sridhar

 

Remain So For Ever, Vidya!

You can remain my first critic. Never should you become my cloying fan. All agreed. But drop the sir behind my name, Vidya Madam.
It is the encouragement given by all of you, your taste in enjoying good posts, that has driven me to deliver what I think is the best. Happy to know that you also consider it good.
To be honest, Vidya, I am not here to teach you all simple home truths. I am learning some home truths, and have been doing that for some years, and I am only sharing the learning process. I am not leading your way; but being a person who travelled in the same path a few days earlier, cautioning you all of the dangers I faced.
Thanks for those words which really made me work overtime in preparing the next post due today.
regards,
sridhar

 

Want your views on the meaning of the quote!

Dear Sudha,
Bharatiyar was a saint, a fully realised soul. I was conversing with a writer, a popular writer, of my age. I complimented him that he still had that fire in the belly to produce good works.
He then talked about Bharatiyar. He said that Bharati's fire was so powerful that it burnt down the stove itself. Poems like these are just sparks which flew from the fire of ultimate self-realisation and self-annihilation.
Sudha, please see my reply to Meena on the quote you both have used in your replies. I want to know the correct meaning. Please help me.
regards,
sridhar

 

But I dont have a way with you Sriranjani!

Sriranjani,
I am grateful for your kind words, no doubt.But am also uncomfortable with some eerie silence I can read between the lines of your post.
I remember an old Tamil adage, புலி பாய்வதற்கு முன் பதுங்குவது
At least do me this favour when you respond to the next thread, which is going to be damn serious and pretty hot. Hotter than even listening or gossip. Please wait for somebody else to post their response and then you can post yours.
Hope you will know the reason for that.
Thanks once again, Sriranjani.
regards,
varalotti

 

I am Going To Ring The Bell! ILites, Wake Up!

Ladies,
Thanks for the wonderful response to this thread. Have you relaxed enough? Feeling refreshed? Yes, it's now time to move on to the next session, a very serious one at that. A serious warning bell, this time. The Monster of Jealousy.
I apologise upfront for spoiling your week-end moods. But its time for introspection.
Welcome to the real world, where jealousy rules.
Varalotti

 

Good Intrepretation, Meena!

Hello Meena,
Thanks a zillion for your colourful post, colourful, literally and figuratively. The words in bold lilac color are very deep and I could sense, come directly from your heart.

And your words remind me of an incident involving my friend. One of my childhood friends, who is now working upcountry, came to visit me last month. He confided me in his problems and sought my counsel. You know I always want to talk. So I talked, talked and talked. He had to hear me. At times when I was vehement he even objected. But I went on and on.

Then we had food together in a hotel. And talked about our (g)olden days. I gave my book Manase Manase as a parting gift to him. Three days later he called me up from his place.

"You took the trouble of giving so much advice for solving my problems. I am grateful to you for that. But I am sure none of them would work.
But as I was travelling in Vaigai Express from Madurai to Chennai I happened to read your novel. The message that is contained between the lines provided me with the answers I was looking for. Your spoken word might not have helped; but your written words, especially the spaces between them worked. Thanks."

Many times, Meena, (as I did to my friend) when someone comes for our counsel we tend to pour our experiences and our feelings. We do listen to them but when they ask for a specific direction, we quote from our life. That may not have relevance to them as their life is way different. Enough if we fill our hearts with love and just be with them. That is the essence of your and Sudha's post.
I am very happy that you two ladies enriched this thread with your beautiful observations.
May you be always blessed.
sridhar

 

Dear Friends,

I have a guilty feeling that I made you all very heavy with a thread on a raw emotion, jealousy.

So to partially compensate that heaviness I am posting a couple of scenes from Ramayana this Wednesday.

Needless to say, that this is only a preparation for something serious to follow.

Welcome on board the craft that is ready to fly to dizzy heights. Our captain this time is Kavichakravarthy Kambar.

Somebody said that literature is the most powerful detergent that washes the dirt off one's soul. Here is a powerful demonstration of the effectiveness of this branded detergent.

regards,
Varalotti