#pachai nirame

[rangokibarsaat-blog]

Alaiyillaadha aazhi vannam, mugilillaadha vaanin vannam, Mayilin kazhuththil vaarum vannam, kuvalai poovil kuzhaiththa vannam, The colour of wave-less depth, the colour of a cloudless sky The colour of a peacock’s neck, the colour of the Kuvalai flower

Oodha poovil ootriya vannam, Ellaam saerndhun kannil minnum, ellaam saerndhun kannil minnum

The colour that is poured into an Oodha flower All flash and shine in your eyes, all flash and shine in your eyes

[chansoi]

[sdherself]

Pachai Nirame piano cover from the movie Minnale. 😇

[adiyaathi]

VidyaVox – Work | Sakhiya Cheliya

[c-360]

Alaipayuthey - Pachai Nirame

[vellaipookal]

Pachai Nirame + Colours

[nostalgiawelppp]

Ella sivapum unthan kovam. All the hues of red are shades of your anger.

[veenbeen]

It fills me with happiness. It brims, with nowhere to spill. The music is intensely bittersweet -nostalgic, like a friendship long forgotten, the thought of which warms a frostbitten heart.

These lyrics I don’t understand. Yet they lurk familiar, round and fluid to the tongue. Fragments of phrases catch onto the undiscerning hooks of consciousness.

Vellai Nirame, vellai nirame

I feel the complexity –the suffering- of the melody as it weaves its crooked path through grainy sands. Winding, searching for a resolution, an answer, an ending. Round and round it dances until it finds itself again, finds resolution in itself.

The burden –the dissonance- of my apathy weighs down on me harder every day.  The need to find fulfillment, find satisfaction, find “happiness” in something rots with the stench of sour fruit, as I continue to peel speckled rinds.

For a few minutes, these sounds fill me with their own suffering. Concentrating, I realize that the emotion is not worth searching for; it is already there, hiding amidst the undercurrents of something perhaps even more sweet.

What I find in this music, the bittersweetness that overcomes me, is an acceptance that “happiness” does not, in fact, exist.  Life is suffering though of varying degrees, a function of who we are and what we have encountered along this winding path. The simplicity of this fact is intriguing, though perhaps difficult to express.

A model of dissonance…

…and oh; it is so beautiful.