The Monk with the Black Nose Buddha

Long long ago, but not before the fireball cooled into stony earth and slowly broke into soil, and human ploughed it and begin the civilization, there lived a rich man. He is far richer to buy all the goodness of the land. But he was not happy with it. He had a thirst for fame. He felt that the monks are most popular people in the land. He wanted to be famous like them.

Day by day his desire for the fame grew so weirdly that he decides to join the monastery. He was told that he is welcomed provided he is ready to leave all his wealth. He was sad to leave his money. But he cannot overcome his desire for fame. He was dying between these two desires.

Finally, he got a plan to keep all his money and still join the monastery. He knew that all monks are allowed to carry a Buddha idol with them. So he sold all his wealth and bought a golden Buddha and carried his wealth with him. He was so happy to join monastery without loosing his money. Also he felt that this would make him unique among the monks and give more fame.

His wish becomes true at last. He becomes very famous in the land. He was popularly known as a monk with a golden Buddha. He was at the top of the world. He also used expensive incense for his Buddha. One day during prayer he noticed that the fume from his expensive incense was filling the whole room and moves around all Buddha idols. He wasn’t happy with it. “These expensive incense I brought from distance land is only for my golden Buddha”, he thought.

To put an end to it, he fixed a pipe from the incense to the golden Buddha’s nose. Other monks around him are disgusted by his behavior. They moved away from him. He is not bothered about it. He believed that they are jealous of him.

As days passed the soot from the incense fume got deposited in the golden Buddha’s nose and turned it black. Now people started to call him as The Monk with the Black Nose Buddha. He realized how his mean behavior has degraded him.

Love, What does It Mean?

My Baby: Hee Ahew hoo

Me: Yazhimaa.. What’s up there?

My Baby: Ninja training.

Me: What?

My Baby: Am practicing water Ninja

Me: enough put the cane down and get back to ….

My Baby: I know fire ninja, water ninja, wind ninja….

Me: OK get back.

My Baby: My friend says he is the best ninja hero. But you know I know all ninja. Best best best ninja (swinging the cane).

Me: Yazhimaa, I have a lot to do. Need to get the dinner first and your school project is also there. I can’t keep watching you. Put down the cane before you hurt yourself.

My Baby: Tell me ma, how am I doing. Am I the best.

Me: come on baby.

My Baby: tell me tell me telllllllll me

Me: Just do What I said before I get anger and wipe you badly.

My Baby: No no no no (singing in rhyme and keep swinging the cane which accidentally hit my brow.)

Me: Ahaaaa… How many times did I tell you to put it down.

My Baby: (was quiet. She was scared of the sudden accident happened, which she wasn’t expecting.)

Me: You really have some brain or is yours an empty skull.

My Baby: (Out of the shock but her lips turned upside down unable to control her tears) Sorry ma.

Me: What’s there to be sorry after committing it. I have been keep telling you top put it down. And you still were adamant.

My Baby: (Screamed out aloud with tears rolled in cheeks.)

Me: (rolled my eye out of disappointment.) Okay  stop. Don’t want any fuss now. I did scold you just because what you did was wrong. Leave it now and move on. Do not repeat it.

My Baby: (hugged me) Sorry ma. I love you lot more then the world, sky and even bigger (rubbed my brow).

Later that week

Me: Bring some milk for you?

My Baby: am not hungry!

Me: You brought you lunch back. No other go, have some milk.

My Baby: Hmm..

Me: Here is yours (spilled some warm milk over her)

Me: OMG (wiped it with my shawls. That is the closed clean cloth.)

Me: Sorry baby I did this by mistake. OMG is it burning.

My Baby: Am okay ma

Me: Thank god there isn’t any boils.

My Baby: Maa I will love you even if you were wrong. (Kissed me with a warm hug).

Me: Sorry dear.  Sorry for all.

We should learn what is true love from uncorrupted kids. Love is not developing fascination for perfect person. It is accepting your dear ones with  their flaws. Cheer your day. Say hello to your good old friends from whom you move pout due to some misunderstanding.

Invading is Masculine and Expanding is Feminine

There were so many perception about gender. Old traditional theory wants women to be submissive claiming that they are weak and depends on men. Feminist schools denies this as both gender as equal. Some do even deny the gender and calls it as a myth. Here is a gender perception of my granny.

Granny was very very old and strong. Some would even say that she could work like a man. For me it is demeaning her. I would say that she is a strong capable good hearted women.  She hasn’t heard of feminism or gender equality. They are greek and latin for her. But, the patriarchy could hardly move her a inch. She has her own priorities and desires influencing her decisions.

She had poultry.   Whenever there is new chick hatched the gender of them to calculate the prospect she could get. She would do that within two or three days before there is any physical changes in the chicks. Believe me her prediction has never gone wrong. I would alway test this, but then she is right in this.

One day she told me her secret. The chick that keep calling for a fight and fights for prolonged period are male. And the chick that get provoked for fight only when called and would return to feeding within half minutes is female. She whispered, “Men go for valor and always wants to prove himself. Whereas women go for prospect and she would alway have an eye on the  available sources. So be a strong women.”

Comparing genders and arguing about equality and inequality is keeping two unrelated thing in a same scale. They are neither equal nor in-equal as they are completely different.  Always compare the human character and elevate it so that we all could move towards it to create good society for us.  There is no use in comparing masculine and feminine characters.

This is the gender perception I grow into. So what are you going to do for your daughters? 🙂

How would I say

Waiting for You, in the deep wood.

Day by Day and Year by Year

 

Days have gone when we two laugh around

Holding hands in merry and in dismay

flame of forest, chrysanthemum and dear violets

greets every day for their princess

a merry merry day

Ho! how would I say to them

 

My eyes sees not the green life around

They mean not anything before thee sweet eyes

And the bird that sings her merry days tale

Would never match thee voice that comforts all

 

Am not a pretty fashion girl nor an intelect

But you loved me for what I am

When I fall, your would

would whisper in the ear

Will be with you

On success, Ho dear dear

 

I would give the world

the love thee filled in me

But how would I say Farewell my dear girl

 

My heart sees not that the graves never re-open

Salute to the Brave Woman-Kuyili

For about a century ago the so called first war of Independence (Jhansi Rani Lakshmi Bai and Mangal Pandey fighting against the British) in the deep south the roaring lioness Velu Nachiyar stood against the British to avenge her husband’s death and to rescue her nation.

Marudhu Pandiyars stood by her and she also gets the military of Hyder Ali. But, none of them had an answer to the British gun. Yes, the gun that could kill hundreds of men before they could reach the fort. Their brave heart could stand against death but Nachiyar was well aware of the practicality of facing the gun with empty hands.

The brave woman Kuyili came as an answer to this. She volunteers and promised that the British will not have guns in the War in cost of her life. The British stored the ammunition in the temple and allowed women alone to enter for worship. On the Vijayadhasami day, she entered the temple along with few women warriors, each of them caring a lamp full of oil pretending to light lamp as an offering to the God.

The women pored the oil on Kuyili and she light herself as the offering for and nation and walked into a British storehouse of ammunition, exploding it. Kuyili is the first human bomb in India against the British. Her brave act paves the way for Nachiyar’s victory. Velu Nachiyar was the first woman to fight the British and defeat them. Tragically most of us do not know this history. As we do not study the real history but only what British historians has recorded as it suits their need.

It is time we read our true history and praise this brave woman who gave her life for us. Let’s celebrate this Vijayadhasami as a tribute to her.