Straight Angle™: A try at something I am not good at!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Of late I have been thinking of starting a Tamil blog. But then, it might be just another short lived venture. Now I am reading some old Tamil literature pieces- Silappathikaaram and Ponniyin Selvan. These two had inspired me to think of a Tamil blog. I actually wrote something in Tamil.
But then I couldn’t as yet post anything in Tamil. So, I have translated that in English and posting it here. I feel that I have lost the charm with the translation. I couldn’t get the same sense with the translated piece. I could sympathize with the translated If Icouldnt translate my own piece in a language that I know, those translating some others piece should be even more pitiable. Now, either I couldn’t find a suitable word or there is singly no word to describe certain emotions. For example: Can the same sense of difference be brought in English between “Ila-Nagai”, “Pun-sirippu” and “Kuru-Nagai”?. The single word in English is “Smile”. But then I still have the Tamil original. But I don’t have the interest or the patience to type tamil in English. So, here I go with my English version.
The sun had started his turn of hiding in the Hide-n-Seek game he plays with the moon. She too had started the search. Even after using her own energies, she couldn’t find him. She then takes up the thousands of torchlights that she has at her disposal. The sun had left behind his crimson red tacks and his trails can still be seen in the sky. The moon had even taken the help of the birds in their flocks. They too search for the Sun along with the Moon and are in the game.
A faint scent of Neem and Pavizamalli flowers fill in the terrace. The gentle breeze has been carrying the fragrance to some distance. The large mango and the coconut trees along the house had been trying hard to stop the theft by the breeze, with their branches and leaves, but in vain. The breeze had been winning all along and it seems the trees too accept their defeat by constant frigging of their leaves.
He lies there in the terrace on an easy armchair, starring at some of the torchlights that the moon had lit to search for her playmate. On his right is a small chair with a half read book turned up side down, so as to retrieve the page last read at ease. A faint “Nee thaane enthan pon vasantham” from “Ninaivellam Nithya” fills in the air and a rhythmic “Tadak- Tadak” of the distant rumbling of a train adds to the charm of the moment. He smiles and the smile expands into a light laugh. A squirrel had just failed in its attempt to eat the entire mango and the mango had fallen on the ground. The noise disturbs the laugh and a loud sigh escapes him.
A moment later he is back into his laugh. Now the distant rumbling had been replaced with a loud hissing and horn. He could see the head lights of the train and it signals him of something. He folds the chair, takes the book and gets down. He switches on the TV news. “Someone shot dead somewhere”- the TV blares in high pitch.
LIFE- he thinks - IS pleasant.
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