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Sunday, 29 July 2012

THE HEART THAT BLED OIL


July 2012
GCT workshops

Now having decided to sacrifice rest my life into the churning clock (again gears in there), I failed to accept that there is beauty in the junk that stands still. One fine day waiting for my bonafide to be signed I heard someone speak in the workshop. But it was not any man who spoke it was a kind of vibration which attracted me magnetically to stick my pinna to the heart that bled oil

I stood on the silver sands,
Will the water paw my feet?
It must not – said a voice in me.
You are made of sickly sheet!

I walked on the good-will green,
Will butterflies kiss my hand?
They might not – said that voice in me.
Will they? In your lumber land.

I ran to the withered woods,
Will my hair waltz with the breeze?
It better not – said the voice in me.
Your life stands at final freeze.

I impugned back to that voice,
Have I been of so no use?
Not your guilt – said the voice in me.
Man is fickle, Changes profuse.

I had discovered the beautiful land of machines. It’s right that mechies say, MACHINES have hearts.

Mechanically touched
Gowtham

SIR

Hello people:) Back after a long sabbatical... now this post is reblogged from nervesandwires as we had to update that blog and I thought Being Me could keep the post alive till I exhaust my pulse or my blog gets hacked and subsequently deleted by someone:)



2 July 2012
Science Block, GCT
Almost a year having hurried in this corridor with the ‘fresher’ tag .The stairs that bore my thumps all day long now play the music for my entry into the new academic year. Every brick of it welcoming you with an oxymoron of old-freshness and I rudder a sharp right to the Language Lab…  

“May I come in Sir?”
“Come in Gowtham.”
A smiling face rose behind the monitor top, a personality that every fresher is mistaken for a student in the college, but he is our own  personification of a ‘friend-and-guide’ tag A.V. Sir.
“Sir I need you to spare some time for us.”
“Sure Gowtham” ( Playing with his fingers on the Qwerty)
“Sir, I want to shoot a Proust Questionnaire on you Sir.”
“Me?”
“Yes Sir! Please…”
“Well, Let’s Get started then.”
…. And thus started our first post for PERSONA  that you are eager to read on!!!

Mr.J.Anbazhagan Vijay
Asst. Professor of English and Student’s Club Co-ordinator

1. What is your idea of happiness?
Lonliness. It makes me pensive. To have an introspective journey free from anxiety and pressure of all time. I think happiness cannot be expressed when it is obvious to be expressed.

2.What is your greatest fear?
A wild imagination of what if my mom goes away once for all from the earthly life.oooooooz…

3.Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Napolean for his conviction, Bharathi and Kannadasn for their spontaneous poetic overflow and the list goes on.

4.Which living figure do you most admire?
Kiran Bedi, K.J.Jesudos, Ilayaraja, my teachers like Prof.Benet, and obviously my mom.

5.What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Travelling in a comfort zone always. I never try to experiment anything I’m not comfortable with.

6.What is the trait you deplore in others?
Whenever I find a duality in a person which affects the trust I have on him/her.

7.What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
When professional ethics conflict with the profession or professionals. A good example is that a doctor failing to save the life of his patient on the basis of money. (Sir) No! It happens.

8.On what occasion do you lie?
Many. When Naragasuran is on the stage, I have to eulogise him.

9.What do you dislike most about your appearance?
I haven’t ever thought of it.

10.Which living person do you most despise?
No. Not personally. But people after proclaiming that they have attained celibacy, still enjoying the most luxurious life in the disguise of religion, MUST BE sentenced to death.

11.Which words or phrase do you most overuse?
Men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

12.What is your greatest regret?
Lavishness.

13.What or who is your greatest love of your life?
Eating – hot home made variety rice with tomato rasam and a vegetable poriyal . And Sowmiha, my younger daughter surprisingly my new world.

14. When and where were you the happiest?
When I took to teaching. It is a different world altogether – being with the children of varied interests, attitude. It is my LIFE.

15.What is your present state of mind?
Happy – Busy, as I am always.

16.What is your favourite motto?
Life is to be lived.

17. What is your greatest extravagance?
Spending on wardrobe and food (with family).

18.What is your favourite journey?
Any journey which takes me to the hills (any).

19.Who is your favourite painter?
Ravi Varman, Hussain. All  time favourites.

20.How would you like to die?
Oh! Awful… No idea. But I wish no one should bemoan about my death.

“Thank you so much Sir.”
“Will that help in your blog?”
“Sir ! (Bows)”

Twenty minutes uninterrupted except for the two pleasing tones of his mobile, it was an experience of having known more about a person to whom everybody connects so easily. Was it the stream of words carried by emotions or the spark in his spectacled eye? That made me sit mesmerized throughout the conversation.