Sunday, May 29, 2005


Memories are mirrors that show what you were once in the past. Memories are the ones using which you breathe in the present. Memories are like bridges that connect one strange land of consciousness to the another equally strange land of awareness. Memories fill the emptiness created by the realities. Memories close the hole on eroded mind. Memories surprise you when you walk down the narrow alley at the side of your thoughts.

I am listening to a lovely song of Elvis - Memories.
Once when I was disposing my school notebook, I was just careful to see anything important was kept between the pages. There, right before my eyes, were flattened chocolate wrappers, feathers, leaves, and loose papers. All were pressed by Time and the pages. I now know memories can take many forms. When they come out of our eyes to see the world, they become tears on which world gets reflected. I then did not know. When I saw those flattened wrappers and planate leaves, I could only feel the weight of the moment I got those chocolates, and the moments I collected those feathers and leaves.

I remember all these - and much more - when I listen to the first line of Elvis' Memories. The song begins like this "Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind" and goes on with "holding hands","quiet nights", and "gentle days". Have you anytime tried to touch your quiet thoughts? What would happen if you could touch them? Just read the following lyrics slowly - as slow as it were, if you can only live as long as the time you take to read. And see if you can enjoy the lyrics without hearing the song.
Memories by Elvis Presley
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Hope you enjoyed the lyrics. I am sure you can now narrate what you were doing ten years back in that rainy day. Or did you remember the day when you had copied the homework from your best friend and was caught by that Lieutenant-under-the-disguise-of-a-teacher. Or are you going to keep this moment of reading for another period, maybe for remembering after ten years. Oops, I would then be as delighted as I am now...

Saturday, May 28, 2005

M.S. Subbulakshmi - 010

H.Y. Sharada Prasad, a close friend of MS and Sadasivam, writes about their marriage:
"It was a remarkable marriage. They made a striking pair. Wherever they went or sat, all eyes turned towards them, because of Subbulakshmi's extraordinary grace and beauty and the large, radiant eyes outshining the diamonds and silks she wore. Sadasivam had a presence which by no means was in the shadows. There he was, upright and broad-shouldered and handsome, in his white khadi and the lines of sacred ash on his forehead. Subbulakshmi seemed to lean on him like the jasmine creeper twining itself around a tall tree. When the two entered a room, one felt as if more lights had been switched on. There were some who called them Parvathi-Parameshwar...."

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Why is this blog sleeping?

Why is this blog sleeping for more than a month after 41 posts since December 21, 2004? Is the blogger losing interest in this medium? Is he or she burnt-out already? Busy with something else? Or busy with nothing? Many questions to ask. Who knows the answers? I don't know. Honestly, I don't know. However, I can tell, for sure, that new posts will come in the month of June. There is something called Creative Cunctation, isn't it?

Thanks for your patience and care. I will see you all again in a month with some good posts.

Bye for now...