Sunday, June 23, 2024

Whimsical 25: Naught and Grateful

 It's your summer holidays. You are training towards the National School Games badminton tournament at the Jurong West sports hall. Your coach is this awesome yet innocent, inspiring yet less stressing guy- who ensures all his students get to their full potential through inspiration and not through stress. Even if it is a friendly match, he makes sure that the competition doesn't turn hostile. He understands kids, chides them in a friendly tone - every child strives to their full potential without having to bear the weight of the stressful win. 

You have made good friends at the training group, most of them not our tribe. There's this guy who claims himself to be an international player and gives verdicts beforehand as to who wins the tournament Vs who doesn't. There's the young innocent boy, who picked the nuances of the game and uses a single strategy to win opponents. There's the secondary school boy, who comes rarely but has a quiet focus whenever he comes. There's the two senior girls who come often and assist the coach greatly. 

 We are nearing the end of vacation and your coach is planning a mini tournament on the last day. The day before the last day, he gifts a racket for some of his most diligently potential students. There are four of them including you. He distributes them and gives you all a pep talk- "Nothing comes for free, this is a prize for your diligent hard work and for the potential you exhume. Your parents are spending a fortune, so make every penny worth the spend". He is very serious as he delivers this lecture. You are all attentive. He concludes with, "Do you understand?", and one of you begins clapping. The remaining three join the clapping ordeal and you comment, "That was a good talk". I am amused at this naughty comment, equally worried about the coach's reaction. The cool guy he is, he understands these are part of being the early teens you guys are and ignores it completely. My respect for him grows two notches.

Later that day, as we stroll home on the way back, I remind you of how God has blessed you with good mentors and the importance of gratefulness. You agree. When I probe with the naughty comment, you are rather appreciative of your coach with, "it was indeed a memorable talk". I trust you this time. Gratefulness and humility will take you to wonderful places and opportunities. 

Monday, June 17, 2024

நான் எனும் பிம்பம்

காலையின் வீட்டு நிரல்களை முடித்துவிட்டு,
 வேலைக்குக் கிளம்புகையில் அழுதான்
 என் 2 வயது மகன்.
“சீக்கிரமாக வந்துவிடுகிறேன் கண்ணா,” என 
சமாதானமாகாத அவனை,
சமரசம் செய்து ஏமாற்றி வந்தேன்.
பேருந்து பயணம் முழுக்க அவனின் அழுகை ஆக்கிரமித்தது.

அலுவகத்திலோ:
என் நாட்காட்டி நிரல்களைப் பின்பற்றி,
இடைவேளை, சாயந்திரம், முன்னிரவு என 
காலத்தோடு சுழன்று
என் தோளைப் பற்றியிருக்கும் வேலைப்பளுவை
உதறித்தள்ளி வீடு திரும்பினேன்.
இப்படியே நித்தமும்:
தேவையற்ற பொருள் குவிக்கத் தேவையான நேரம் அழித்து,
எண்ணங்களும் உணர்வுகளும் மகனைச் சுழல,
உடலும் அறிவும் அலுவலகம் சுழல,
சிதறிய கண்ணாடித் துண்டுகளாக ‘நான்’ எனும் பிம்பம்!

Primes

I used to detest prime numbers:
"How arrogant and unbending
Greedy and accumulative,
Unlike the composites
That break and compound",
I used to wonder.

Until I realized:
Primes are the base and block
On which composites are built:
The majestic towers
That shoulder the number world;
The humble foundations
On which the wondrous world 
So rich and expansive
Is ensembled.
Confidence and strength
Masqueraded as arrogant and unbending-
Often misunderstood like the suave women