Mediocre Perspectives

Photo Courtesy: Liz West I light up the fire To burn myself here This is not the first And it won't be the last. As heat invades Skin Pores hollow, Only will prevails I know that follows. Air would fail,  To rival fire In bringing flail As it burns me dire. Sparks fly over Feeding extreme pain. There is no cover, Seething agony rains. Nothing is true As pain. Not everything is pure As affliction. Fire is a blessing And also a curse It leaves you screaming Yet saves you from worse It leaves you  With a weak body But awards you A strong mind The body recovers In some time, The scar Glitters, In Sunshine.  The Mind is Stronger For better battles The next fight is now Eager As I am to turn tables. Fire is not evil, Only sinners Know. I burn by will, It makes me Grow.  Photo Courtesy: (External Link) Liz West

I do not wear Jeans pants. They are heavy, sweaty and uncomfortable. Living at 13.0827 degrees north of the Equator I do not see a sensible reason why they should be worn unless you want to fry your thighs. Well, that does not mean I am comfortable with a dhoti either. Though dhotis are the most suitable attire for tropical-humid-skin-burning-head-aching-sweat-dripping Chennai climate, I am comfortable with pants. I still remember writer Sujatha narrating the comfort of pants in his book Katradhum Petradhum – they are versatile when compared to dhotis from climbing stairs to catching buses on the run. Though you might contest the above statement that Chettans from Kerala comfortably do those stunts with their dhotis on, let me just say that I am not as talented as them. Further, adopting a new habit at the age of twenty-five seems very odd. Enough said, as a strong proponent of Tamil identity I diligently decided to purchase pants for this Pongal which is due in ten days. I