Rajagopalan Srinivasan Quotes

Sometimes, we pay a higher price for trying to help someone fit into their skin than we do trying to fit into ours. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

It does not matter about the dramas that you involve in outside of you. It only matters about understanding the backstage that is your mind playing within you ~ Srividya Srinivasan

A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Jadeja has been sent by N. Srinivasan to play cricket and then go back ... to Dhoni. ~ Ravi Shastri

We belong where we are most loved ~ Srividya Srinivasan

In a relationship, it is not what you ask and receive that delights. It is receiving what you wanted but never asked ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Poet's Note: Kindly do not use my poem without giving me due credit. Do not use bits and pieces to suit your agenda of Kashmir whatever it may be. I, Srividya Srinivasan as the creator of this poem own the right to what I have chosen to feel about the issue and have represented all sides to a complex problem that involves people. I do not believe in war or violence of any kind and this is my compassionate side speaking from all angles to human beings thinking they own only their side to the story. THIS POEM IS THE ORIGINAL WORK OF SRIVIDYA SRINIVASAN and any misuse by you shall be considered as a violation of my copyrights and legally actionable. This poem is dedicated to all those who have suffered in Kashmir and through Kashmir and to not be sliced and interpreted to each one's convenience.

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Weep softly O mother,
the walls have ears you know...
The streets are awash o mother!
I cannot go searching for him anymore.

The streets are awash o mother
with blood and tears, pellets and screams.
that silently remain locked in the air,
while they seal our soulless dreams.

The guns are out, O mother,
while our boys go armed with stones,
I cannot go looking for him O mother,
I have no courage to face what I will find.
For, I need to tend to this little one beside,
with bound eyes that see no more.

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Weep for the home we lost O mother,< ~ Srividya Srinivasan

I realise and finally acknowledge that at the core I am only a lover. Of life. Of beauty. Of love. Of being in love. Of kindness. Of words. Of conversations. Of dreams. Of imagination. Of ideas. Of realness. Of vulnerability. Of solitude. Of Silences. Of companionship. Of poetry. Of music. Of movement. Of stillness. Of energy. And, when the lover in me is stifled,starved, not finding resonance, is misunderstood, is dulled or ignored, I question my very existence because I do not feel alive. When the lover in me dies, everything in me dies. I realise that my inner fire is only a lover. I have no other identity of self than as a lover. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom. ~ Meena Srinivasan

You need to decide if you're willing to get in the trenches and work through all the "nos," to get that first "yes. ~ Anand Srinivasan

We must learn to talk about the most difficult things, easily ~ Srividya Srinivasan

A master learns. A mere student argues ~ Srividya Srinivasan

What makes you come alive? What keeps you going ? Is there hope in your heart still or has the weariness of the world attached itself to you like a limpet leaving you afraid and passionless? Do you wake up with a smile and stars in your eyes after restless, feverish soul-searching in the night? Do you dream, dream beyond what is possible and beyond the narrow confines of your jaded existence? How old do you feel? How much in love can you fall? How much step is there in your dance, o how many notes left in your song ? Have you decided to sit by and watch others dance or weep at the dying notes of your own swan song?

Shake your lethargy. Come alive to innocence once more. Believe past your own jaded cynicism. Pretend you are young once more. Jump up with a spring in your feet, fall breathlessly in love again. Let the colors of the world wash over your walls, brushing the greys away. Let the sunlight of hope flood through your doubting self, o let the music play.

Dance till you ache and drop, laugh till you cry. Sing till your lungs burst, and journey till the very road ends and dream by the moonless starless nights. Sleep with a secret smile on your lips, your body flush with the imprints of lips. Come alive, my dearest ...reclaim yourself from the living dead.

Life beckons ~ Srividya Srinivasan

You grow up the day you realize your parents are just wounded children. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Of all the deep longings, this ache for missing intimacy, cuts through sharply, like a scream in a silent room, like the last gasping breath under a stifling mask, like the huge lump in the throat that one is unable to swallow. This deep ache to be held, to know touch both the casual and intense variety, to catch an eye in answering laughter, to merge into oneness, to sing through existence in resonance with another, to simply be in deep love in openness. to live and die in intimacy and vulnerability in a loved one's arms. And, you ache alone... ~ Srividya Srinivasan

The Valley Weeps

Weep softly o mother,
the walls have ears you know...
The streets are awash o mother!
I cannot go searching for him any more.

The streets are awash o mother
with blood and tears, pellets and screams.
that silently remain locked in the air,
while they lock us souless inside.

The guns are out o mother,
while our boys go armed with stones,
I cannot go looking for him o mother,
I have no courage to face what i will find.

They fill the air o mother,
The fragrance of plastic flowers
I will place them beside your grave
if i ever do survive,
flowers that have no soul.
and would never fade with time,

The sun shines glorious o mother
The water sparkles so fine
The buds are closed in terror
and birds have gone silent with fear
There is poison in our heaven o mother
I dread for what more is in store.

They came for him o mother,
yesterday as you slept inside,
He went marching o mother
with all the others beside.
I never told you o mother,
I do not know if he would ever return.
The streets are awash o mother!
I cannot go searching for him any more.

Weep softly o mother,
the walls have ears you know...
If your old blind eyes can see,
You will want to see again no more.

Our men have lost their spirit
Our women have lost their smile,
Our ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes we do something for sake of doing and not for purpose. Sometimes, if we try to rationalize and invent a purpose of the action we do, it just belittles the whole thing. ~ Karthigeyan Srinivasan

The people who need to grow, are the ones allowed the least chance to have a say in their own growth. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Many ancient (and contemporary) societies considered the sexually awakened female
as both auspicious and dangerous. ~ Srinivasan

She had no scars to show for her happiness except her laughter lines ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Sometimes, we don't know that we are ready until someone tells us we are ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Kashayam [was] a drink the vanaras had morning, noon and night, and a few times in between. It was a kind of brew with all kinds of herbs thrown in: the thick, sharp-tasting furry karpuravalli, the strong spicy tulsi, the slightly bitter bark of the coconut tree, pungent pepper roots, the breathcatching nellikai, the cool root of vetriver, and just about anything else that was considered edible. And some things that weren't. In their craze for novelty, vanaras sometimes flung in new kinds of leaves or berries just because they smelt interesting; whole families had been known to fall ill, or even die. Gind's family were not a very adventurous lot, and stuck to things they knew not to be poisonous. Still, every day's kashayam was different, and this was a great topic of conversation among the vanaras. ~ Harini Gopalswami Srinivasan

I think I will always be the little girl with her nose pressed against the fence, waiting to be taken into the game. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Comedy is a universal language. I grew up watching Nagesh, Surilirajan, Thenga Srinivasan and S.V. Shekhar's comedies. And, of course, Charlie Chaplin! These artists are so blessed: they can make other people happy. ~ A.R. Rahman

If you are heavy luggage, it does not matter where you go. You will still find the journey tedious ~ Srividya Srinivasan

It is highly abnormal today to be happy in this highly abnormal world. It can only come with complete distancing from all things around, all events around and all people and our equations with them. We transact, interact only to the extent of necessity and our well-being.The question is then what remains of us from such acute levels of detachments that we build as safety barriers to safeguard our happiness ? If our happiness is so fragile, then are we truly happy ? If we are immersed in the world and still happy then we must surely possess the highest degree of tolerance for the vilest of things. The picture that emerges of a happy individual is not a happy one. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

We shall forever be battling our scars, healing ourselves from the deep scars of childhood, to the awkward scars of adolescence, the hard scars of adulthood and scars of frail old age. In the answering spark in another's eyes, the cosy laughter of friends, and the circle of family, we rush to heal, heal our scars. In the eyes of a complete stranger, we finally find our balm until they are a stranger no more, and then we scar again, only to bleed again. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us die. Sometimes, a little every day, until one day we go completely silent and we are simply left looking at a stranger whose habits we know ~ Srividya Srinivasan

The stories we pretend do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end. ~ Srividya Srinivasan

It requires tremendous discipline to stay free ~ Srividya Srinivasan

You know you have arrived when you have stopped caring about the destination ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Be very very very gentle with yourself. The world is very very very hard on you ~ Srividya Srinivasan

Some day, I hope that you will find me hidden amidst my worlds, letters, poems and writings, discover me amidst my characters, uncover what i hid in plain sight. But I doubt you will. You have never known how to read between the lines. ~ Srividya Srinivasan