Friday Session: 26.10.2018

Going back to the 80’s with Ilaiyaraja. This is one of my favourite songs composed by him – En Iniya Pon Nilave from the film Moodu Pani.

There’s something very beautiful about this song, that I cannot explain 😉

Saarangan..

The past few days have been very difficult for many of us. Saarangan, a 18-year old boy left us with an emptiness. Many unanswered questions. No words to comfort his family. Depression is tough, and only those who have suffered from this know the pain and the difficulty in surviving. Saarangan was a lovely boy. Loved by everyone who knew him. He was a heart-breaker. His smile was innocent, as innocent as his heart.  A pure soul, that believed in the good in every human being. Maybe that was the reason he decided to leave us. But, he deserved to live a beautiful life. No one deserves to die in a young age. Especially someone like Saarangan. Watching him growing up was precious. He was lively, a real entertainer. He could make us laugh, but no one made him equally happy. Entering AL was tough for the poor soul. He was battling against the depression. But the depression won. Unfortunately. Thats’s the sad truth. But I know, he is in a better place now. He is with God, resting there. Saarangan’s death has been an eye opener for the tamil community. Depression is something many of us cannot understand. As mentioned before, those who have been there only understand. I too had a severe depression. I was a cutter. And much more, that cannot be written. I am still suffering, but it’s getting better day by day. Surviving from depression is no one-day magic. It takes time. Many years, indeed. It’s no easy task. Even after a 10-year journey I still suffer, but it’s absolutely nothing when compared to my situation 10 years ago. It takes time, but you’ll survive. But I can not say if you can recover. Maybe. I haven’t yet, and I am 30 years old. As you grow older, you learn it. You change. Everything changes. Yes. That’s the fact. I wish Saarangan knew that. I really wish he listened to us. Saarangan’s life was tougher, and he was really struggling. The pain he undervent is undescribable. If he just got the right help, I am pretty much sure he’d survived. I think it’s now time to share my story.. And I’ll do, for sure. Rest in peace, dear Saarangan. Rest in peace, kutty thambi. Rest in peace, with your innocent smile.

 I do not have fear of death, as I do not have death. I have no separation from my true self, no doubt about my existence, nor have I discrimination on the basis of birth. I have no father or mother, nor did I have a birth. I am not the relative, nor the friend, nor the guru, nor the disciple. I am indeed, That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva, love and pure consciousness.

– Nirvana Shatakam, verse 5