Connecting with thoughts - My thoughts and Me

I recently watched a Tamil movie that left me reflecting deeply on the intricate, often unseen threads of connection that bind us to others. Despite having watched it twice and appreciating its nuanced storytelling, I still struggle to pronounce the name of the mysterious relative, Meiyazhagan . The name may evade me, but the emotions it evokes resonate deeply. The story unfolds with Arul, a man who embarks on an emotional journey to reconnect with his roots. During his visit to Thanjavur, Arul is shown his childhood bicycle, now a cherished relic in the home of a relative he barely remembers. The bicycle, meticulously maintained, symbolizes resilience and love—it once served as a livelihood tool for the family and now stands as a "god" in their household. The relative, referred to as Nandhini’s husband, shows unwavering affection and generosity toward Arul, despite the latter's inability to recall his name or their shared history. This anonymity does not dimi...

We root for political parties whose ideologies resonate with our beliefs. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with believing in an ideology—it gives us purpose, aligns us with a community, and often helps us navigate complex decisions. However, what becomes problematic is the conviction that the ideology of others is utterly baseless or misguided. Rarely do we have the courage to look at the other side. Why is that? Perhaps it’s because we fear that doing so might shake the very foundation of what we believe to be true. If we truly looked at the other side with honesty, we might have to accept that not everything we stand by is infallible. Some opinions might crumble, some viewpoints might shift, and the discomfort of admitting we were wrong might be too much to bear. This reluctance isn’t limited to political ideologies. In everyday life, we are hesitant to see things from perspectives that challenge our own. Whether it’s a disagreement with a colleague, a rift in a relationship, or a de...

I’ve completed another journey—thirty posts in thirty days. Looking back, I feel a sense of accomplishment. This challenge wasn’t easy. Some posts were carefully planned, some were spontaneous, some felt a bit forced, and others simply unfolded on their own. All within the space of a month. Now, as I sit back and reflect, questions arise. What could I have done better? How could I have prepared differently? Is this truly what I set out to achieve? Could the writing have been stronger, the reflections deeper? In hindsight, I recognize that there's much to learn from this experience. One honest admission is that I strayed from my original intention. “Thirty Days in October and the Day After” was meant to capture my reflections on each day's events—an attempt to distill the essence of daily happenings. The 31st day was intended as a pause, a chance to sit back and reflect on what had been captured, and find its core essence and meaning. If I think about it, today is the only day ...