Weekend, After 1st Week@Work...

Last weekend, passed by very fast. So fast, it feels like it was just yesterday I walked into the house with amma receiving me at the gate.

Saturday morning was market round as usual. Appa woke me up at 730. I got out of the bed to learn amma was bathing and I had another half hour to sleep. (That felt really really good).. Just as we finished marketing and I walked towards the car, ane calls to say one of our cousin's wife passed away. May she rest in peace. The drive to the house and the crematorium was rather adventurous with my cousin Nadhu ane. I miss my machal - Sugi. House would have been even cheerful and fun if she had not gone back JB. Well, she needs time with her parents too.

Met up with Kri, Thina, Tank, Sotong, Dinesh and Anba and Arasu. Few others couldn't make it. I was less fortunate I guess. Vshan, this fellow is only good to promise. (Worse then me!!) Wait till I get my hands on him. "Evil laughs"

We kick started the night with Kri's burger at Scot Villa. Ordinary, but a costly one. After a one exciting week at work, being home and meeting up homies was so good. We then went to Rex, Subang to play Foosball. Honestly I had never played it? But, it wasn't that bad. Fun game to play, especially with crazy buds like them. I was laughing till we finished playing the last game. We just spun the levers and moved the players left and right. Ball kept knocking hard against the wall before we scored goals each. Also not forgetting the goal Gajen scored, on the other table, playing form our table. Haha. Didn't know that was possible. The after-Foosball was cool too. You know la. 

I would like to recall the using horse as a mode of transport! Everyone's imagination was moderate, until Kri & Thina describing Gajen arriving with the loud sound system and his horse run-dance their way. Hahaha.

Sunday morning. Up late, anne was getting ready to hit the road and amma the usual you-came-home-late-look. To JB he was going, to bring back his "Home Minister" and my best friend. Lunch was great. Felt like I was eating at Karikudi!! Haha. Evening we visited my periamma (big mum) who just had her sister pass away less than a week ago, and lately, her daughter-in-law. Was nice seeing her, and chit chatting with my cousins. Here comes the finale of Sunday.

To Uma Rani we went, dinner we parceled. Don't know why, but parents refused to eat there. (I simply tried the pantun tone? Obviously it sounds terrible! I will get back to the normal tone)

We went home, just in time to watch Deal ah No Deal ah! Then, it happened. I revealed to amma that I like someone. Yohooo!!

First step. I shall investigate how it has progressed from there, this weekend. Hope ane and machal could do some magic, that amma and appa need not worry about finding me a "ponnu".

I am also missing this little creature I picked up less than a year ago. Now she's done with night prayers, so dinner should be good, I guess. Let's see how it goes! Just know that I (*&^ &^%!!

Haha. Just as I'm writing this, I'm dozing off. I really got to retire now.

So good night all.

I would like to thank God for all these lovely people he has given me!!

Music

Music has always been my best of interests. As how people have different perception on the things, music too is seen in may ways. It is an endless feel of joy. 

The way I see music, it's not only an expression, but could also make you express your emotion. It can also be Man's best friend. I am saying this, because that's how I live music or music live within me. Life could appear rather empty somewhat dull, without music.

To me, it began with thevaram class. (Don't take it for granted that I'm a good boy just for this reason - Lol). In the process, the interest to learn sangeetham arose, but I was little unfortunate that it would have been slightly difficult for my parents to manage, including my travel. God's grace, later in life, my brother was able to sponsor my sangeetham lessons. It was a magical, beautiful one year, till I forcefully gave up lessons to make way for SPM tuition. (Not that I excelled, could have just continued. Sob sob) In the same time, my thevaram master also thought us some basic sangeetham. This had given me little enough knowledge, to learn sangeetham on my own. I won't consider myself okay, compared to so many talented sangeetham vocalists in town. Doubt if I could even be compared to them.

So, this how I'm still tact to sangeetham. I look for my favorite kirthanas or krithis and it's respective swaras, also not forgetting the respected piece rendered by either MLV, MSS, Sudha Ragunathan or Bombay Jayshree. How good I am, is not for me to say.


This practice has taken me one step further, to play and recognize certain ragas. Recently, my friends (Kri, Thina, Gajen) and myself composed a piece of Mesha Kalyani. It is still in parts, and I'm sure it would be beautiful to hear them all as one piece. Soon. So, music is really interesting. Learning on our own, doesn't slow down the process, instead it sticks better in our memory. After completing this song, I hope to be able move on to another piece that I have been humming in mind for quite some time. God's grace, I anticipate that Kyk.Inc will complete three songs this year, including a tune that Kri has been working on.

My next step is to begin veena lessons. Can't wait to get my own, and get started with class.Perhaps Thulasi could give me a hands-on introduction?...


(Big pat on my back - "Good luck boy" Hahaha)

Final Week of Final Semester

It's the final week of my final semester in UTM.

Things are pretty much unlike anticipated. You name it, assignments, project and even my final year project. Not forgetting, exams!! I'm totally against the clock. I wish, I could just rewind time and be well behaved since the beginning. Or go back to the past and warn me of the consequences I may face later, for not being myself.

To begin with, I must blame no one than myself. Simply for being lazy and taking things for granted. Learning lesson the hard way and still not changing is just my way. I have tried, but they some how happen again. No determination? Or it's as what the Hindus say, time is not right? I sincerely feel, it's wrong to blame the Planets for not sitting in the right position for me, as if I had put in the effort, God will set the right paths for us!

Having said all these, I have not much choice, than to speed up my work, hope for the best and complete my work.

God Bless!!

SKKuhan

தைபூஸம்(Thaipusam) 2010@Batu Caves

Thaipusam this year, was a walk down memory lane to me. If I remember well, it's been 5years, since my last Thaipusam at Batu Caves. I think it all started with NS, then STPM & Uni. This year however, I guess the vibe at Batu Caves is so strong, that had another reason to come down.

The plan was very simple. Shave bald, pay Murugan a visit, windows shopping, a walk to the Sivananda Ashram & back home. I particularly look forward to go the ashram, to feast on the vegetarian burger!! Somewhere in between, the plan to follow the chariot to the river side slipped in, when I agreed to stay with Bangsar aunty and send her back.

As early as 1am, amma knocked my door to see if I were asleep and checked if I needed alarm. Half hour later she comes again, to ensure I'm geared up to shave bald and shower before going into the temple. Only then did I realise, my door knob was faulty. That was an hour of struggle, with appa and anne getting up to see what's all the noise about. Appa had the screw drivers and necessary tools tied on to one end of the mop-stick, while anne was reaching it to me form the bathroom. One hour of adventure before I were able to get myself out of the room to realise it's already 215am.

I were out on the road by 3am and I stepped on the pedal to be there in time, such that aunty doesn't wait for me. I began to panic when the empat-tin road was not accessible to go Batu Caves. Then I realised that the new flyover had been built, just a few metres away, hidden by the building. I managed to park my car by 320am. With my long legs, I reached as far as they could, and made my way through the I-can't-be-bothered-if-you're-rushing crowd.

I found my way to the barber, managed to return to my car and despite then my aunty had not arrived. Lucky me, I had a friend who happened to be there since the previous night. I got her to accompany me till they came. She kept to her words, just as I left towards my aunty, she disappeared form the spot she was. Didn't get to say a proper bye. Uncle stayed down, so aunty, Praba akka, Dhev anne and me we walked up. I always liked being with aunty, becasue she doesn't push, but she just slips her way in, between the crowd. I knew that I had to be prepared if I wanted her to be within my sight. Akka is not too bad, she finds her way in. Dhev anne, prefers to just follow the flow, but I think later he understood that he had to stay close to aunty? We didn't feel the crowd on the stairs, but in the inside, it was really really bad!!?

Took us nearly 45minutes to get inside the Murugan's mandapam. Better than India, it was just a 1-2minutes glance as the we walked pass Him. Aunty as usual used her "cable" to get some vibuthi, garland of flower and etc. As we reached down the cave, it was just about time for the Puja at the Eluntharulhi mandapam, where the Murugan deity from Maha Mariamman temple resides. We then walked with the chariot to the river-side and back to the mandapam. In my heart, I was hoping hard that aunty would walk again with the priest as he brought up the Vel, but I guess she was too tired.

Picture of me, at the river side, while bathing the Vel. Somewhere at the back, if you would recognise me.

As usual, we walked to the ashram. Aunty's and amma's usual gang was there. I grabbed 2pieces of burger, while aunty's friend packed some food and we were off back home.

I missed walking with my aunty with the chariot, on the eve, the Thaipusam and also the day after. But I ought to thank her, cause I got to see the Vel bathing ceremony. Though witnessing Thaipusam at my home town is so memorable, next year I look forward to go Penang!!