குறுகிய மனப்பான்மை

    நான் தற்பொழுது தங்கியுள்ள விடுதியில் பிற மாநில பெண்கள் அதிகம். அவர்கள்  அண்டை மாநிலத்திலிருந்து படிக்க வந்தவர்கள்.

   மார்ச் திங்கள் 13 ஆம் நாள் நமது புதிய சட்டப்பேரவை திறப்பு விழா நிகழ்ச்சி சிறப்பாக நடை பெற்றதை நாமனைவரும் அறிவோம். அவ்விழாவை விடுதியில் தங்கியுள்ள மகளிர் கண்டு களிக்கும்  வண்ணம் தொலைக்காட்சி முடுக்கி விடப்பட்டது. நானும் என் தோழிகள் இருவரும் தேநீர் அருந்தி கொண்டே விழாவை பெருமை பொங்க கண்டு கொண்டிருந்தோம். அவ்விழா தொடக்கத்தில் "தமிழ்த்தாய் வாழ்த்து" பாடப் பெற்றது. அதைக் கேட்டவுடன் நானும் என் தோழியும் உணர்வு பொங்க எழுந்து நின்று மரியாதை செய்தோம். இதை பார்த்த அந்த பிற மாநில பெண்டிர் கேலி செய்து கொக்கரித்தனர். அதை கவனியாமல் நானும் என் தோழியும் பாடல் முடிந்தவுடன் தான் அமர்ந்தோம்.

     நாம் ஒரு இடத்திற்கு பிழைக்கவோ படிக்கவோ செல்கிறோம் என்றால் அந்த கலாசாரத்தையும் மொழியையும் மதிக்க வேண்டும் என்ற அடிப்படை நாகரீகம் கூட இல்லை அப்பெண்களிடம் ...  நம் வசம் இருக்கும் கல்விக்கூடங்கள் அளிக்கும் கல்வி மட்டும் வேண்டுமாம் ... நம் மொழி கேலிக்குரியதாம்... என்ன ஒரு இறுமாப்பு...

அவர்களின் மொழியே தமிழிலிருந்து பிறந்தது தான். இதை அறியாத அவர்களின் அறியாமையை நினைத்து சிரிப்பு தான் வருகிறது. என்ன முட்டாள்த்தனம்... "தமிழை கேலி செய்து தங்கள் மொழியையும் அவமானப் படுத்திக்கொள்கிறோம்" என்பதைக் கூட அறியாத அவர்களை என்ன செய்யலாம்???

   அந்த மொழிக்கு மொழி வாழ்த்தும் கிடையாது...  நம் மொழி போன்று பண்டைய பெருமையும் கிடையாது. இதே நாங்கள் தேசிய கீதத்திற்கு எழுந்திருந்தால் அவர்கள் அப்படி செய்திருப்பார்களா?

   இதை கண்ட பொழுது எனக்கு ஒரு பழைய திரைப்படப் பாடல் வரி தான் நினைவுக்கு வருகிறது...

"ஆயிரம் கைகள் மறைத்து நின்றாலும் ஆதவன் மறைவதில்லை"....

அந்த முட்டாள் பிறவிகளுக்கு கடவுள் சிறிதேனும் அறிவை அருள வழிபாடு செய்வீர்களா தோழிகளே, தோழர்களே???

தமிழின் பெருமைகளுள் ஒன்று...

  தமிழன் என்று சொல்லடா... தலை நிமிர்ந்து நில்லடா...
நான் தமிழச்சி என்று கர்வம் கொள்ள இன்னுமோர் காரணம்...

Letters to the almighty...

Almost six months have passed since my entering this wretched city, Chennai...

During the first few months here, i used to get ill often and feel very lonely... Used to get confused and would worry about my health, academics, career etc... I would be around with a sombre expression on my face... as i am the first girl in my family to a PG in engineering, i have to fulfill the expectations of my family na... that thought used to increase the pressure on me...

Those days, i did not have anyone to confide with as i had not got close to anyone here (thank god, now its not so....!)... And to vent out my sorrows, i used to write letters to god, sharing with him all that which bothered me at that moment... and had not forgotten to thank him too when something good had happened :-)... The letters used to be in தமிழ் + English. It would be like me talking to god...

and now, when i see those letters which are being treasured and preserved by me, i tend to relive those moments, thanking him for the blessings he had showered on me helping me to overcome my worries...

Believe me, it is the best stress buster...

Early morning... In the bus...

Last morning, we were in a bus, on our way to the college.  

The bus couldn't have been more crowded. I was literally getting squeezed up by the ladies who stood beside me. 

Suddenly, a lady, who would be in her late 40s, started throwing abuses at a man, who would be nearing his 60s saying that he was dashing her deliberately. This made the man go wild and he started abusing her in return. He bawled that he dashed against her by mistake since the bus was crowded.  Both of them were profaning each other. They did not heed many college boys who were laughing and poking fun at them for their stupid act. When an elderly woman told the lady to keep quiet, she reacted by saying that the elderly woman was that man's accomplice. Now, the elderly woman started to vociferate. 

Actually there was no mistake on that man's part. In a polite manner, the lady must have asked him to move.

The indecent behaviour on the lady's part triggered a series of unpleasant scenes in the bus. 

And, to top it all, i heard a student saying to another, "Someone has dashed our hindi mam". Just cant digest the fact that she is a teacher. See the example she is setting to her students. Being a teacher is something noble. A teacher has to be very responsible.

Bothered about her students :-(...

பெரிய மனுஷர்கள்...

Im really euphoric to have 2 younger brothers and a cousin who are sooooooooo many times mature than i am...
My cousin is just 3 days younger than me (but i insist him to call me அக்கா....;-))... Though we are cousins, we are good friends. I share with him most of the things that bother me and he reciprocates with worldly advices (sometimes philosophical :-(... ) And he shares with me what he is doing, the list of girls he is presently ogling at etc, etc... Nice guy but tests my patience at times.

My first younger brother is a very responsible person who takes things onto his shoulders and actualizes most of the jobs ordered by my dad. He is a cool guy who gets furious only occasionally unlike me.

My youngest brother is a person with  a "DEVIL MAY CARE" attitude. When i get on my nerves (which happens frequently), he preaches me on how to handle the situation properly. He wants me to have his attitude, but something which has been written in my genes by god can never be changed at all :-(.... if only i be like this guy...

These பெரிய மனுஷர்கள் in my life are among the gifts given to me by god. Nd merci beaucoup to him.

First outin...

yesterday, a sudden plan was chalked out by my classmate Ms.Meena to watch the movie "விண்ணை தாண்டி வருவாயா" ...
i joined her with four other girls...we dint know the bus route but somehow managed to go to the theatre... we got ther 30 minutes before the show and were sittin in the entrance, munching snacks offered by meena akka and sheeja... with great xpectations, we went inside the theatre and the screening of the film started.
the film, is really really an annoying piece of work by gautam menon. but for silambarasan's acting and rahman's music, i couldnt find the film worth watching. trisha's character is a bundle of confusions. the heroine first refuses the hero's love (concealing her love for him), befriends him then, makes him land up in an altercation with her brother, plans to get married to someone else and halts the wedding when the priest asks her for her willingness to marry. wait, this doesnt get over. she reciprocates the hero's love inspite of having promised her dad that she would not meet him or talk to him... she goes around the city with the preposterous hero, at last asking him to get away from her life without a valid reason... and, the hero, being a film maker, makes a film named after his ridiculous lover based on his love story (to torture audience as we have been tortured by Mr. Gautam )...
my advice to you folks is that "PLEASE DONT GO FOR IT"...
But the outing on the whole was enjoyable. thanks to meenaka, sivasankari, sheeja and athira.