Mann Vaasanai

[Shakthiprabha.]

Ah! This was the poem I spoke about.

READ IT. IT has many hidden meanings. Many treasured moments. We can relate to it.


It Was Long Ago

I'll tell you, shall I, something I remember?
Something that still means a great deal to me.
It was long ago.

A dusty road in summer I remember,
A mountain, and an old house, and a tree
That stood, you know,

Behind the house. An old woman I remember
In a red shawl with a grey cat on her knee
Humming under a tree.

She seemed the oldest thing I can remember.
But then perhaps I was not more than three.
It was long ago.

I dragged on the dusty road, and I remember
How the old woman looked over the fence at me
And seemed to know

How it felt to be three, and called out, I remember
"Do you like bilberries and cream for tea?"
I went under the tree.

And while she hummed, and the cat purred, I remember
How she filled a saucer with berries and cream for me
So long ago.

Such berries and such cream as I remember
I never had seen before, and never see
Today, you know.

And that is almost all I can remember,
The house, the mountain, the gray cat on her knee,
Her red shawl, and the tree,

And the taste of the berries, the feel of the sun I remember,
And the smell of everything that used to be
So long ago,

Till the heat on the road outside again I remember
And how the long dusty road seemed to have for me
No end, you know.

That is the farthest thing I can remember.
It won't mean much to you. It does to me.
Then I grew up, you see.

-Eleanor Farjeon-

Everyline MEANS a great deal to me. Brings back my english maam's memory, my friends, my english classes,

and then the poet. The cat, the old woman, the cream the tea...

the LONG DUSTY ROAD... which we all travel, which we long to go back to the start.

The poem SOMEHOW creates a lump in my throat. Surprisingly its not a sad one!! yet.....

I cant help being emotional.

[swathy]

nice poem shakthi. thanks and regarding that aunt. i dunno what to say. pathetic

[swathy]

mann vaasanai kalandha malarum ninaivugal.

unga perai paarthavudane dindigulonnu ninachen

enga ooru dindigul pakkam than!...57 kilometers from dindigul!

really?

appo madurai tamil pesuiveengala????

[Anoushka]

Anou, coimbatore!!!!!!!!...

Why dev, neengalum Coimbatore-ah?

[dev]

Yes, Anou... My native is cbe...

Do U know this lecturer by name Devaki in CIT?... I guess in EEE....

[pavalamani pragasam]

My hubby is a CITian!!!

[Anoushka]

That is interesting PP mam But I am sure he would have been there way before my time! My chittapa is also a CITan while my dad finished from GCT!

Dev: I do remember Devaki madam vaguely. But she never took any class for us so I wouldn't know much about her!

[swathy]

i remember this incident happened when i was doing my tenth standard.

our city corporation planned to open 18 children's park at the time.

one among them was just opposite to my house.

Just one day before the inauguration they decorated with lot of color papers.

Many officers were standing there they were giving some instructions to the labors over there.

when i tried to cross them in my bicycle i dunno somehow color papers stuck into my cycle wheel. adhu theriyama naan cycle ottittu poga oru sidela katti irundha color papers ellam roadla following my cycle. if i have not stopped, almost ellame roadla than irukkum.

adhai paarthavudane avlo than damaal innikki nammala kolla poraanganne bayandhu poi (vitta aludhura stagela irundhen) mulichappo

odi vandhu (still now i remember odi vandhar) nadu roadla ukkandhu "bayapadadheyma onnum illai iru yeduthidalam " nnu porumaiya ellathaiyum yeduthu ennai anuppi vacharu

he is none other than

Madurai District Collector.

i dont remember his name.

maari maari sorry , thanksnnu sollittu vandhen .

[Shakthiprabha.]

In such circumstances, most overwhelming emotion would be EMBARASSMENT more than fear. Every possible pair of eyes, would be enjoying the scene leaving us too conscious, to play our part well

(cheers to tht collector)