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Resonance
introductory
speech
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Dear Readers,
This e-magazine is a platform of interaction. It is the resonance of readers mind and that of writer. I hope my ideas and views would vibrate in you.

I speak on the world around us. It smiles like a flower on the bark of a tree. Some times it influences us and even corrupts us.Is our mind in resonance with the things around us?
Resonance is re-echoing or vibrating sound. But what we try to find inside us is more than that. Our attitude is just a response to the environment. If our mind is compared to a sphere of riddle, the outer most layer is our attitude. The sphere is not moulded with a single thing. It has many layers. If we want to simplify it we could reveal two more layers inside the outer layer. If we remove the layer of attitude we find our behaviour and if we move further we end up with the core values.Are we in resonance with the environment? How do we respond to environment with our attitude? Will the environment has a say on our behaviours and values? These questions challenge any kind of research. We respond to the environment each and every minute through our attitude. In the course of time most of us will become slaves to the surroundings in one way or other . We are preoccupied by the things around us. Here we may lose ourselves and forget our inner-self which is the true self.Our mind covers the inner-self. Those things which take the mind start dominating us. Then we experience the resonance. It is a prolonging one. It is just an obsession. Later it becomes an obstacle to the freedom. Most of the people imagine happiness without understanding the very nature of it. Liberty is the basis of happiness. Happiness is written on the paper of liberty, and could not be read. It is to be felt. To be precise happiness is realising of inner-self.For that we have to remain with our true self.We are not new to that experience. We do experience it throughout our life in the moments of tranquillity .We travel with the mind every day and take shelter in our true self for a very short duration like a bird in its nest. The environment and duties wash away a man along a stream. He swims all the way along the stream. He can let the stream to carry him. But he should not allow it to dissolve him at any point of time. This is how we should contemplate the world around us. Let our ears hear the noise of environment. But we cannot let ourselves resonate with those trifles. Our mind has many things in this world to dissolve itself . Select the one you like and it could be a song, a music or a poem.
Let the rotating world resonate with the beautiful song of nature.
- Dwarakaithalaivan
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LONG POEM
PART ONE

Our mentor
Is a social reformer.
As he speaks
The river of oration
Flows in our mind.
The waves are rolling
The golden foils
And we are elevated
To jump into the water.
We smear the glittering words
All over the body and
Swim inside
Probing the water space
With drowsy eyes.
We are floating the mind
Like a piece of wood
on the stream of speech.
Our dresses of beliefs
Are many centuries old.
We the shabby people
Lose our thick rough clothes
In the flood of oration.
We now wear
The waves as attire.
All those years
We strolled along the streets
With fetters.
We dragged the iron shot
Chained to our feet.
It made trenches in our hearts.
Sharpness of Orator’s tongue
Has snapped the chain to pieces.
Now we are free
Not only to run
But to fly.
We built many walls.
we painted them with blood
And wrote on them with tears.
All those primitive barriers
Are now washed away by the
Eloquent speech.
We make books as boats
To row over the flood.
Our writers are
Expertised in designing the boats.
Boats are not made
With polished planks
But with the rough ones
Like the path of
Oppressed people.
They are nailed together
With quotes of our social reformer.
The boats sail as swans
and swoop up the fishes
Which find their way
In a new channel.
We survive by going
Along the stream.
We don’t travel over the water
All the time.
We dive inside
And row the boat
Like a submarine
As we notice
An arrogant eagle passes by.
The eagles hover
High in the sky
they land for a food
And go back to their
Play ground the sky.
The eagles are no
special persons.
They are some common people
Who strike a balance between faiths
And practical life.
They soar in the sky
And land for a while.
The nails of mind
Hold the belief as prey.
They take the medicine of dogma
To soothe their aching wings.
They get the blood of truth
To transcend the noisy ground.
We make a mockery of eagles
With feathers of shackles.
We declare ourselves
As sons of freedom.
But we fail to look at ourselves.
What did we intend to do?
Why did we make boats?
We were determined to shed
All the shackles and
Make ourselves free as a wind.
But in the process we created
Our own shackles
In the form of boats and paddles.
In the river rationality
which we believed
would wash away all the barriers
We are left as
Islands now.
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PART TWO
Our mentor is no more
And the river is dry.
Boats are under the parching sun.
We paddle our own canoe
In the hot waves now.
At last we are awake
And feel thirsty.
We didn’t have a gulp of water
When the river was in flood.
We failed to note
The intention of the river
Revealing a path.
we never noticed
The sketch of liberty
The river had drawn
Though we traveled along it
All those years.
We lie on the river bed
By the night fall.
The river bed is filled
With the darkness of our mind.
In those days we got
Lamps from the social reformer.
Almost every evening
He used to give us one
To wipe out our ignorance.
But we used them all
To decorate our showcase.
We used to sing
On the beauty of the lamps.
The rays of lamps
Are not the
Threads of silk
To knit our space of safety.
They are swords
To tear the
Ugly screens that
Hide the glory of liberty.
We never lighted a single lamp
To see our fantasy
Became a reality.
We went on
Receiving lamps from him
But never had a spark
To light a single one.
He was busy
Distributing the lamps
Filling the darkened space
With lamps instead of light.
We stack the lamps
In the godown of mind.
We climbed over them
And declared the world
The revolution of knowledge .
We never knew
That a single lamp is enough
To light a large space
A few create lamps
And some may distribute lamps.
But no one could
Light a lamp inside a man.
The Lamp of mind
Cannot be lighted
By any thing or any body
Unless it has the
Will to burn itself.
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He wanted to reveal the uniqueness of Kamban’s poetry to the whole literary world...
Kamban the emperor of the realm of poetry wrote the greatest epic Ramayana in 10,569 verses of four lines (virutham) in Tamil. He had not translated Valmiki’s Ramayana. He rewrote the epic in Tamil in the style of his own. According to many critics he superseded Valmiki and gave the Tamil World a literary wonder. The greatness of Kambam is that he created each and every verse to speak on itself. He never lets a reader to skip a single verse . Kamban shaped each verse to perfection.For example the way in which he describes the river Sarayu in thirty odd verses is a fabulous literary treat. Any reader would be stunned by the depth of his knowledge in any subject and his graceful poesy . Kamban was the master craftsman and could challenge any poet around the globe. It induced V.V.S. Aiyar to write the book Kamba Ramayanam – a study. Kamban’s thirst to write the story of Rama competes with his poesy throughout his work .It would be interesting for a reader to find the one which wins. The greatness of Kamban’s poems is that they always need a special critic to present the richness of his work. Some people have reservations regarding the originality of the story. But Kamban’s work is a giant among all epics. Rewriting epics and stories is not new to any language. Shakespeare took many of his plots from Italian novels, English recitation stories and some of the great Roman plays. On the peak of poetry the question of originality of the story is just a passing cloud.
V.V.S. Aiyar was a well known freedom fighter. But many people are not aware of the fact that he was a great writer. Most of us would be surprised to read his works in English. He wanted to reveal the uniqueness of Kamban’s poetry to the whole literary world. Aiyar carefully translated the poems of Kamban for the sake of English readers to taste the sweetness of Tamil poetry. He translated over four thousand poems of Kamban and critically analysed his work. It was a tribute to the emperor of Tamil poetry. I cite one poem to show how closely he presents the words of Kamban in English. It has the same brilliance of the original work. Kaikeyi disclosed Rama his father’s wish. He should concede the throne to his younger brother Bharat and live in forest for fourteen years like a saint. No reader would forget the countenance of Rama described by Kamban. He showed no change in his face. It was as handsome as his spotless heart. Read it in the words of V.V.S.Iyar.
She said “The king commands that all the earth
By ocean girt thy brother Bharat shall rule;
And thou shalt wear the twisted knot and tread
The forest wide the saintly steps, and bathe
In sacred waters and in fourteen years
Return to fair Ayodhya and live in peace”
Can I in words describe how Rama looked
When fell these cruel words from Kaikai”s lips?
Who can his calmness fitly paint? Forwhat
It was so like before, the faultless lotus
Opening to the dawn,his un changed look
Out shone in tranquil grace!
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KAMBA RAMAYANAM - A STUDY
With translation in verse
Or poetic Prose
Of
Over Four thousand of the original poems
By
V.V.S. AIYAR
A DELHI TAMIL SANGAM PUBLICATION.
1950
First Edition.
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By V. V. S. AIYAR
Other Works
ENGLISH
(Out of Print)
(Unpublished)
LIFE OF CHANDRA GUPTA MOURYA
LIFE OF BOOKER
NAPOLEON
(A book on Military Strategy – Confiscated by the late British Government of India)
THAN – NAMBIKKAI
(Translation of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s SELF- RELIANCE.
2nd Edition by Sarvodya Pirasuralayam, Virapandi, Tiruppur (1950)
GURU GOBIND SINGH – A Biographical Sketch
2nd Edition (1950) by Sarvodya Pirasuralayam, Karaikudi
KURUNTOGAI
Translation in English verse of the ancient Tamil Classic.
(Unpublished manuscript lost in 1942 disturbances)
“Coleridge hit the nail on the head”, says Aiyar in his book, “when he said, ‘the translation of poetry into poetry is difficult, because the translator must give a brilliancy to his language without that warmth of original conception from which such brilliancy would follow of its own accord’”. But Aiyar falsifies this dictum by his translation in verse of over a thousand of Kamban’s poems which are woven with great skill into the character studies in appropriate places. The rest of the work too is almost throughout a close rendering of the poems of Kamban’s Ramayana into poetic prose. Aiyar’s manuscripts show that over four thousand poems of Kamban, i.e. very nearly half of his monumental epic, have been translated in this work.
To those who know Kamban, the book is a matter for pride and pleasure, and to those who know Tamil but do not know Kamban, it is an incentive to go to the original. To those who know English only, it is an ambassador of Tamil Literature.
-Delhi Tamil Sangam Publication
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Pramill (Dharumu Siva Ramu] is an icon of modern Tamil poetry. Resonance is proud to present some of the poems penned by him in English.





INSTANT POEM
CAGE OF MIND
Instant poem is one to be told instantly in a
particular environment. The poem was told
and recorded at a zoological park in Chennai.

Bird in the cage
Had feathers of
Rainbow.
I gazed at its beauty
And let its feathers
Paint my mind
Until I saw
Its eyes.
Suddenly it started
Losing its charm.
With no more colours
On the wings
The bird had
Only a dark film of imprisonment
Covering its feathers.
In front of the cage
A small bird
On the bark of a tree
Is a visitor to the zoo
From the near by forest.
It produced sounds
To acknowledge the breeze.
It fluttered its wings
And lifted its legs
Showering and
Dusting my eyes
With freedom
To open the
Cage of mind.
(Recorded on April 12th 2009)

We should not let slip
the present because of
some vested interests
and make the future
laugh at us…
.
It will be interesting to analyse what the etimology of the words Aryan and Dravidian reveals.But it is quite ridiculous to search for Aryans and Dravidians in the twenty first century as far as India is concerned.In recent times some people in India have been trying to establish Aryans as aboriginals of India. Since they belong to the northern part of India, they imagine themselves as Aryans.By proving Aryans as original inhabitants of India they could declare themselves as the sons of soil. They try to tamper the history of India.By doing so they not only deceive others but also make a fool of themselves.Thousands of years ago there was a time when India was ruled by some Aryan and Dravidian Kings.But now there is no separate race called Aryan or Dravidian in India.According to Rahul Sankrityayan the two civilizations mingled to form a single society a very long time ago.
It is baseless to argue that there was no Aryan invasion in India.According to Max Muller the Aryans invaded India around 1500 B.C. and most of the historians have accepted that theory.3500 years have gone since the arrival of Aryans.It is meaning less to talk about Aryan and Dravidian divisions in India where people are already divided by language,caste and religion.Aryan and Dravidian were great in their own way.No race was superior or inferior to the other.When Aryans came to India the art of writing was new to them.The language they spoke had no alphabets.
It took them a long time to overcome the resistance shown by Dravidians when they settled in India.So their language mingled with that of Dravidians of Northern part of India to form new languages like Prakrit and Pali.Lord Buddha spoke Pali.Dravidians had mastered the art of writing a long time before the arrival of Aryans.Aryans brought with them the greatest discovery of human race,Veda.The essence of Vedas is the experiences of the spiritual mind and soul.
Vedas are not just a collection of spirutual stories or ethics and are not some body’s preachings either. They talk about the experience of soul right now and at any point of time in future.Dravidians or Tamilians of ancient south India definitely had a religion or two.There are strong evidences to testify that Lord Shiva was worshiped long before the arrival of Aryans.Aryans always had a great respect for Dravidian mythology.Upanishads were derived from Vedas.Many people assume that upanishads contain the experiences of Aryans battling against the Dravidians.It is very difficult for any body to understand the real meaning of upanishads.A reader should have some basic knowledge and real experience.Upanishads should not be read like any other spiritual book.It is difficult even for the scholars to interpret them correctly.They contain a lot of metaphors and images.For example cows are not representing the cattle but the rays of sun in vedic hymns.They talk about the man’s war against the evil forces in his mind.They don’t refer to the battle between Aryans and Dravidians.They try to explain the ways of over coming the trifles that hinder meditation and take away the tranquillity of human mind.They talk about the process happening inside a man.The great saint Thirumular says that the sacred Manasarovar lake is in our head and not in the out side world.
On seeing the art of writing of Dravidians,Aryans wanted to record the vedic hymns and they developed Sanskrit exclusively for that.Sanskrit means cultivated or reformed language.They used the alphabets of Tamil to write in their language.Epigraphical studies reveal the resemblances of early Tamil alphabets and the present Sanskrit alphabets.The uniqueness of Aryan mythology is that it reveals the purity of soul and energy levels attained through meditation.There was an amalgamation of Aryan and Dravidian cultures and dogmas.They complimented each other in many ways and Hinduism was born.Human beings have been living on earth for about fourtry two lakhs of years.There might have been so many migrations of different races of people around the globe.We cannot go back in time as we like to testify the aboriginals of different parts of the world.History cannot be written or rewritten according to our imagination or will.We should not let slip the present because of some vested interests and make the future laugh at us.
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