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All Glory Goes to GOD!

Happy Easter 2009-and

New Year Greetings from Sydney!

Author with her uncle James J. Rajanayagam.

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Probing Ant Hills

Do you know the entrance to ant hills (at least the tiny red ants from the tropics) are closed every night, with a muddy patch?

One early morning, as a child-I saw this muddy patch of an ant hill enclosure/gate. I came running after school to see what happened to it. There was no mud sealing; the entrance was wide open and the tiny ant buddies were busy signaling and seem to be marching in all (eight) directions. I thought, I must have had a dream about ants closing the entrance.

Next morning when I woke up-the thought "the mighty muddy enclosure of the ant hill"- popped up in my mind. I just dumped handful of the tasty pink herbal tooth powder in my palm and ran to the playground. There it was-a fresh new muddy patch covering the entrance to the ant hill.

Trying not to get the tooth powder from my forefinger in my eye-I rubbed my eyes with the back of my right hand and looked again. I was not dreaming. There was no entrance and no ants. But, the muddy patch was there covering the entrance!

I picked up a thin twig and pushed down the muddy patch; instantaneously, the ant soldiers poured out jamming up the entry way, literally looking to tackle the intruder. Wow! Do they even sleep? Now that I have confirmed the existence of a perpetual, nocturnal muddy patch, protecting the fortress of the ants- I began to wonder and ponder upon my next question.

Do the ants ever go to sleep?

I am still not sure; all I know is that- by the Grace of GOD...I am going to Australia!

Copyright © 2009 VeerajaR

I am my-mother's daughter!

Soul... Beaming with JOY!

Sitting leisurely on the porch…
Sipping away the brimming tea,
Shifting into bliss afar
Sensing the aroma … exotic,
Seeping through my soul
Slowly lifting me up!

Soothing notes of thousand
Song bird calls and
Sweet scents of Honey-suckles
Sweeping through my senses,
Softly lulling me into a…
Swirl of acute awareness!

So far away and tiny
Specks… all big troubles
Seem to shrink- without a
Shrink -and renewed
Soul beaming with joy,
Sipped away the cup of tea!

Copyright © 2008, 2009 by VeerajaR.
All Rights Reserved.


Thanks to Sally Rodes Lee, the sharp literary intellectual who recognized me as a poet in her book "The Spirit of Monterey"; I have finally made my mother very proud!

I am sure my mother's "Soul...Beaming with JOY"- showering her Blessings... on all the living angels who touch my life and making it blissful!

I am my-mothersdaughter!

-VeerajaR

Mummy-My ever present motivator!

I must have been born with this- inquiring mind with an instinct for exploration or it could all be because of our “one of a kind Mummy.” You decide!

At school everyone knew her as a very strict and stern “no nonsense” kind of teacher. She was even stricter with us, her own children. We, especially I- the dreamer, probably got spanking almost everyday. But she was a lot of fun and enjoyed life, like a child.

Mummy always asked us questions and then would tell us -- me and my brother-- the facts or stories behind the questions she posed. These topics were as wide as the universe and deeper than the sea. She did not hesitate to instill in us, respect for others' religious faiths.

There were times mummy just posed the question and let our imagination run wild. When I was only in Grade-3, she had asked me "do you think you can say your religon is better than others' faith, when you do not know anything about their religion?" That started me on a never ending quest for knowledge! I remember reading my classmates' Hinduism text books and trying to learn what it is all about, which I still do. Surprisingly, while I have developed great appreciation for Hindu faith and ancestral customs, my faith in Christ has strengthened further over the years. I will be successful as a mother, if I could motivate my kids 10% of how mummy motivated and inspired us to respect others.

Mummy never made us sit and study or interrupted our endless, 24/7 playtime. She was smarter than that!

I remember the one hour bus ride going to grandma’s house; me and my brother would have read every movie poster and advertisement we saw as fast as we could or counted the bicycles and cars that we passed by. She was constantly sharpening our brains--without us even realizing--brushing up our reading and math skills. My brother could do math in his sleep; he never enjoyed reading. But, reading stories and reciting poetry with my mom are among my cherished memories. She fed us tonics and vitamins, made sure we drank our daily glass of milk and had a good night sleep-especially, before exam days.

As mischievous and playful as we were…, we still understood Mummy’s higher standards of expectations and knew we had to be the best we can be. I am sure we measured up to her standards and fulfilled her dream--she had for us.

I still strive for the best in everything I do; I have no choice. I constantly feel her presence, cheering on and challenging me to do the best and to be the best I can be. It is a comfort zone for me!

I am my-mother's daughter!

-by VeerajaR

Oscar Honor for Tamil

Not one-but two Oscar awards
for a son of Tamil.
Love I chose over hatred-all
Glory goes to GOD said A.R. Rahman-in
Our Mother tongue-in
Honey sweet Tamil for the
Whole world to hear
loud and Clear!


"Blessed are the meek"

I am my-mothersdaughter

Inauguration Day, 2009

What could be perfect
than this very day?
What could be wrong-
with the world...
this very moment?
When History is unfolding...
moment by moment,
This very day-
that fervent Dream... in King's
Vibrant Voice... for
An exemplary Nation-of
All men made equal; Humanity's
zealous moment- Now,
sealed in History alive...
with the forty fourth President!

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I am my-mothersdaughter