Leading Yourself

-on leadership as self-respect, powering respect for fellow humans

My book Evolving Sapiens is coming to fruition, with a target date set for 1 MAY 2022, my fathers birthday, for publication. I love him. I didn’t know how much when I was growing up in Palani learning my world from all things that was enabled for by him not just since my birth, but his own. [ref: TBD possible approaches to genetics derived from my understanding of Physics conceptualised in my booklet Omniverse, set to be expanded into a chapter in the book] I didn’t know it when I spread my wings on my own at sixteen for tertiary education in Coimbatore nor when I scrawled the restaurants and cinemas in Bangalore learning to balance work and fun until I learnt to find fun in work and work in fun.(to teh amusement of my daughter and son,s I have take-homes watching Simsons, some profound ones at that, but I digress) I didn’t know it when he gave me away in marriage, mother, grandparents, uncles and aunts and cousins and a thousand friends/friends of friends adorning me in silks and gold and to MLV, Kanyakumari and Eswaran winding down the two day jubilance spending probably some 10 years of his savings. I didn’ know it when he swelled with pride at the very name of my husband and my children. I din’t even know it when he deteriorated over a six years loosing a toe, then leg, then eysight, then the will to live with nothing but my mother’s will for him, fragile as she was, to live keeping him alive. I didn’t even know it when I was informed of his move to the hospital to be put on ventilator to prolong his life by a few days as my mother sturggeld to come to grip with his loss. I didn’t know it when I saw the empty room that had become his everything for his last two years or so. But I did, when I realised, upon my return from our travels to Prayag a couple of years ago. I can’t find a better day to culminate my life’s work in a publication to etch his memories in the world in a way it will pass the scratch-test for atleast a hundres years in every walk of life.

Leading Yourself is another chapter in the book. to me personal leadership is to understand and perfect self-respect and to learn to use it to power respect fo fellow humans, every time, towards every human.

I am going to explore it through three poems:

  1. Conclusion/decision: my personal deity lifting me up, not unlike my father, reminding me that I haven’t lost anything, that the world is mine if I want to conquer it ( முயலாமை enbathini illamar pom)

2. Analysis- problem: me lamenting to my personal deity, calling him out as shunning his promises to me as my faculties fail (உயிர் வழி mei enra mei thanai kanen)

3. Analysis- resolusion: myself, having lead myself out of all that tried to knock me down, declaring a world order shattering all excuses for inaction forging a Renaissance for all mankind (அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும் ஐயம் ஏனடி)

முயலாமை - giving-up

My brother in law is one of the wisest humans I have come across, believ me I have come across many in my 60 years of life in this planet either directly or indirectly through their writings.

He asked me to compose a poem on முயலாமை (mulayamai, meaning not trying, or giving up). The message he wanted me to embed in it was that people project their failures incorrectly on to their inabilities, which in itself is a manifestation of their envy at the accomplishments of those who succeed under similar circumstances and inability to relish in their success, leading to deceiving themselves and other around them. He gave me an example from the life of a law-clerk in Tamil Nadu, who under adverse circumstances by his sheer perseverance, focus and making the most of his innane intelligence climbed the ranks of the profession and became one of the well respected judiciary. And there were many who couldn’t find it in themselves to acknowledge, let alone rejoice in his accomplishments, wallowed in misattribution of his success to advantages stemming from disadvantaging others on racial bias.

I take liberties with my brother in law, and expanded the brief by delving a step deeper in to the root cause of why such manifestations come about and what can we do about it now by committing to correcting with the understanding of what resulted in முயலாமை.

Below is my poem -

முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

பொய்யாமை உருக்குலைந்து தலை எடுத்த
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

களவாமை அழிந்தமையால் முளைத்திட்ட
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

அறியாமை வேரூன்ற விழுதுவிட்ட
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

நிலையாமை இடர் விளைத்து தடம் புரட்ட
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

இயலாமை உயிர்கொண்டு உடல் வீழ்ந்த
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்
முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற் போம்

Let the attitude of giving up be no more;

the attitude of giving up that came about because of the distortion of the value of not lying,

the attitude of giving up that came about because of the destruction of the value of calling others assets( intellectual or otherwise) as their own,

the attitude of giving up that came about because of misunderstanding or inadequate understanding taking roots and spreading,

the attitude of giving up that came about because of instability( arising from ill-formed values) hindering stability of thought flipping the pursuit of what their heart desires,

the attitude of giving up that came about because of inability that is ingrained in their soul rendering their limbs and factuties week,

Let that attitude of giving up be no more!



உயிர் வழி

பல்லவி 

உயிர் வழி மெய்யென்ற மெய்தனை காணேன்

என் ஐயனே (உயிர் வழி)

அனுபல்லவி

நின் உயிர்வழி  எம் மெய்யென்று 

உயிர் கொண்ட நான்  (உயிர் வழி)

சரணம்

காலனை கடிந்த நின்

காலினை காணேன்

காலமும் கடந்திட

கலங்கிய கண்களால் (உயிர் வழி)

சேக்கிழார் செப்பிய

செவியினை காணேன்

செப்பலார் செப்பிட 

சிவந்த என் செவியினால் (உயிர் வழி)

நந்தன்பால் நகரென்ற

நாவினை காணேன்

நாளது நடந்திட

நலிந்த என் நாவினால் (உயிர் வழி)

தருமியால் தமிழ் காத்த

தசையினை காணேன் 

தருணமும் தவறிட

தொய்ந்த என் தசையினால்(உயிர் வழி) 

புன்னகை புரிந்தெரித்த

பற்களை காணேன்

பகை அழிந்தும் புகை வளர

பெயர்ந்த என் பற்களால் (உயிர் வழி)

மறுப்போரும் மதித்திடும்

மணிக்கட்டினை காணேன்

மணித்துளிகள் திரிந்திட

மரத்த மணிக்கட்டினால் (உயிர் வழி)

வருமுன் கா வென்ற

வாக்கினை காணேன்

வந்தபின்னும் காத்திட

வளர்த்த செல்வாக்கினால் (உயிர் வழி) 


அன்புடன்,

சுமதி ரமேஷ்

Sydney

4 December 2021

என் ஐயனே
A poem in my mother tongue Tamil asking my personal deity (if he is but another fair-feather friend) for I can't find him when my faculties fail. I play with the tamil alphabet where the consonants find life by breathing a vowel through them (eg. the consonant க் when loaded with the vowel அ becomes alive as க)


பல்லவி
உயிர் வழி மெய்யென்ற மெய்தனை காணேன் (உயிர் வழி)
என் ஐயனே
I had understood the path for realising life is through the expression of truth through every physical faculty of the human; but I can not find the true physical faculties of humans and hence the truth in my understanding that the path for realising life is through the expression of truth through every physical faculty of the human.

அனுபல்லவி
நின் உயிர்வழி எம் மெய்யென்று உயிர் கொண்ட நான் (உயிர் வழி)
me, who understood that you live through our physical faculties, me who has been enlivened in my understanding that you are enlivened through the expression of truth through our every physical faculties.

சரணம்
காலனை கடிந்த நின் காலினை காணேன்
காலமும் கடந்திட கலங்கிய கண்களால் (உயிர் வழி)
I can not find your foot that put Yamadarman in his place, away for ever from harassing Markandeyan in one forceful kick pounding his wits out of his chest.
I can not see either of your feet with my tear stained eyes, as times rolls on with no respite.

சேக்கிழார் செப்பிய செவியினை காணேன்

செப்பலார் செப்பிட சிவந்த என் செவியினால்
I can not find your jewell adorned ear that calmed Thiru gnynasambandar’s gaze as your consor nursed him when he, as a baby wailed in distress, the ear that made Thirugnayana sambandar tell his parents upon their return that you nursed him, while it was infact Uma.. “உமை பாலூட்டியதை தோடுடைய செவியன் அருளியதாய் செப்பினார்” perhaps the only phrase that stuck with me from the years of accompanying my garandmother to Seshadriswamigal’s discourse in my primary years. may be I should write a musical on that in memeory of Seshadriswamigal some day.


அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும் ஐயம் ஏனடி

பல்லவி

அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும் ஐயம் ஏனடி

மெய் அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும் ஐயம் ஏனடி

அனுபல்லவி

உன் அன்பே எனது உயிர் வழி என்றுணர்ந்தும் (அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும்)

சரணம்

யாம் உருக்கொண்டு நாட்டிய நற்றமிழின்

யாப்பினிமை தன்னை நன்குணர்ந்த நீ எம் (அன்பில் திளைத்த பின்னும்)

When I originally wrote the three poems, I wrote them in a frame of mind reflective of what has been and intended muyalamai as lessons learnt for future endeavours, with uyir vazhi providing refelective analysis and anbir thilaithapinnum as a I-told-you-so from the deity in a concluding note.

Upon tuning, they have taken on the colour of a state of obsevation requiring resolution. The beautiful Subapanthuvarali plucking at the sole to wake up in recognition of the uncontrollable forces weighning down to prevent progress, while the peppy Atana is encouraging action.

I needed to write a couple of more songs to bring natural closure to the thematic. So here we go:

உருத்திறன்

உருத்திறன் அறியாது உருவினைச் சிதைத்து

எம் உருத்திறன் அறியாது உருவினைச் சிதைத்து

உருத்திறன் அறியாது எம் உருவினைச் சிதைத்து

உரு வளர்க்கும் அறிவிலாய்! உருத்திறன் ஒன்றிலாய்!

உருத்திரன் திறம் அறிந்த எம்மை சிதைக்க

என் உருத்திரன் திறம் அறிந்த எம்மை சிதைக்க

உருத்திரன் திறம் அறிந்த பின் எம்மை சிதைக்க

உன் உருவினுக்கு திறம் இல்லை என்றறிவாய்

With no clear understanding of the capabilities of the forms that form the person, you destroy our forms to feed your form(selves), the ignorant, (clearly) your own forms have no capablities to claim as yours.

Let it be known that you do not have the capacity to destroy those of us who have understood the power of Rudran* thorough our love for Him, particularly after you have also understood His potential (through our love for you; that love for the beloved matures when it rips your ability to be something other than yourself/your conscience.)

*meaning அழச்செய்பவன், a manifestation of Siva who mellows you into tears as he dances in your conscince to beat out any mallice.)

Ragam: Kurinji

கழல்களை வருடினேன் என் ஐயனே இன்று நின்

கங்கணங்களை வருடினேன்

கலன்களை வருடி உலர்ந்த என் கரங்களால்

பொறி கலன்களை வருடி உலர்ந்த என் கரங்களால் (கழல்களை வருடினேன்)

கழல்களை வருடி உலகளந்த என் கரங்களால்

மென் கழல்களை வருடி உலகளந்த என் கரங்களால் (கழல்களை வருடினேன்)

கழல்களை மறுபடி வருட விழைந்தும்

என் கரங்களை வருடுமாறு உமை விழைந்தும் (கழல்களை வருடினேன்)

CONCERT FILM, an lzerobzero initiative in the making

முயலாமை என்பதினி இல்லாமற்போம்

An extract from my facebook post this morning:

CONCERT FILM ON PERSONAL LEADERSHIP

முயலாமை - giving-up

To me a concert film is not a film of a concert- its what the producer/film maker of the film saw in the concert and managed to get his viewers see it. Like all good films, what an audiance see is not necessarily what the producer intended, and yet the enjoyment in the film is undeniable. And then there are classics like Motzart, that irrespective of the cultural lineage of the audiance hits you at the very same spot where the film maker wanted to hit.

I want to build such a classic, because the message I want to leave behind from my hard earned insights from personal experience as an individual- I should mean something to atleast myself eh- on why, irrespective of years of effort, expertise and investment our lives in 2023 has led us to a place requiring us to find the kind of personal leadership, the kind of strength that was required of states men in the 1930s; personal leadership to so much as to claim your honest day's pay for your honest day's work, claim what your is yours is yours and know what is not yours is not made yours, is required of every one of us today, irrespective of our age or stature or more importantly, how many times we are "knocked down". "We" have no choice left,"to get up and go again", if we have loved even one other person or experienced the love of one other person- not unlike the rugby jinngle, each player picking himself up for his team in a game where the very existence of the opponents is to stop you from progressing.

To me after the Dandi march on 12 MARCH 1930, the world should have learnt a lesson on the line- the fine line where fairness justifiable through ambitions lofty or otherwise crossed violation of human dignity. It didn't.

I am using the Dandi Salt March as a backdrop for my concert film - hopefully I can release it on 10 DEC 2023.

In the meanwhile, you can read the poetry(I wrote a couple of years ago), and listen to Krishna's tuning(hot off the press, to be loaded in the next 20 mnts or so) from my web pages.

https://www.thaureyam.com/periya-puranam

It would be very useful for my efforts in making my classic, if you can leave your comments via the VISITORS page on my web site.

https://www.thaureyam.com/visitor-book

affectionately,

Sumathy

NOTES:

The film would e of length 59 mnts in three continuous segments:

muyalamai | uyir vazhi | anbil

15mnts | 5*7 + 3 + 3 mnts | 3mnts