Spacetime! Kannamma Poems (1): "Who Painted the Four-Dimensional Picture Here, Kannamma!" by V.N.Giritharan

 

 [* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

I am a seeker of existence, deeply passionate about exploring it through science. I find immense joy in getting lost in the cosmic wonders surrounding us, especially the night sky dotted with stars. The vast expanse of the night sky, with its visible stars, planets, moons, and shooting stars, excites my mind and provokes thoughts about existence.

In this regard, Albert Einstein's theories of relativity have had a significant impact and influence on me. His relativistic philosophies concerning space, time, and gravity not only transformed the field of science but also, I would say, the philosophical realm of existence. The term "spacetime" is particularly special; it is a phrase that expands one's thought.

The impact of philosophical and scientific thoughts about existence on me culminated in 'Spacetime - Kannamma Poems'. The poems here are the poet conversing about spacetime with his beloved, whom he addresses as Kannamma. Kannamma is an imaginary, platonic female friend with whom the poet converses about spacetime and human existence.

1.  Who Painted the Four-Dimensional Picture Here, Kannamma!

[*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan] 

Vast expanding space!
Who painted the four-dimensional picture here,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!

Are there higher-dimensional paintings,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!

Thought and Lightning! by - A. N. Kandasamy (Kaveendran) -

 [*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan.. Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

Thought and Lightning! 

I looked through the window; the whole world
Slept deeply in the dead of night,
As the sky trembled, and the whole earth shook,
A thunderclap struck, breaking the silence!
Suddenly, as if the sky had burst, a heavy downpour
Began. With a 'Herrr'ing roar,
The great wind howled like a fox and thrashed.
Was this a hurricane, a ghostly wind that could fell a man,
A cyclone come to destroy the world,
The wind of an endless cosmic deluge?
The two window doors rattled and clattered.
Like a vast ocean storm, the world was in turmoil at that moment;
Then in the sky,
A searing lightning bolt, bringing a lamp of light to the dying world,
Appeared for a moment.
Like a magnificent celestial maiden dancing to the rhythm of thunder,
The lightning appeared and vanished; waves of thought
Arose, what is the action of this bright lightning?
Life is but a moment; is even a moment truly there?
Death and birth are contained in that moment, are they not?
It is no new news that the 'poor lightning', on its birthbed,
Sees its death and writhes before it dies;
In that news, the light I see
Ignites and creates brilliance, then
Disappears; in its brief moment of life,
It seeks and performs a service for the world!
Service is its breath; when it loses that service,
Its soul departs and merges with the vast sky!
Oh, how the lightning captivated me with its beauty.
Lightning tells a message to the people of the earth.
To illuminate the whole world in its brief moment of life,
It strives daily, a good deed.
Thus, I fell deep into thought.
A great thunder roared, shaking my mind; I
Came to this world; will this world find
Any benefit, even a little, from my thoughts? -

This is an early poem by the scholar and writer  A. N. Kandasamy. It was published in Eezhakesari.

Heavy Rain and Floods! - V.N.Giritharan -

 

 [Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

The wrath of Mother Nature pours down as heavy rain, carrying a message for humanity. This blue planet, rushing like a small bubble in the vast expanse, is our home! It is the abode of all living creatures here. It is our duty to maintain it carefully, safely, and free from unnecessary damage. The consequence of our failure to do so is the erratic climate changes, natural disasters, and the unprecedented heavy rains and floods we are witnessing in our time. Occasionally, powerful storms would strike, but even those were rare. However, it is now observable that heavy rains and floods like these have become a common occurrence in all countries.

Children's storybook: 'Savithri's Big Wish'

Savithri's Big Wish - This is a children's storybook. The parents of a young girl named Savithri immigrated to Canada from Sri Lanka. The story emphasizes the strength and unity of the family. It is a story that emphasizes parents living together with their children without separation. This storybook is based on one of my short stories. With the help of AI, adaptation and illustrations are possible. 

This storybook is now available as an Amazon Kindle e-book. The web link for it is - https://amzn.to/4olPn8I

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Diaspora Tamil short Story: Savithri, the child of a Sri Lankan refugee! by V.N.Giritharan

 

[This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG.]

This dad is always like this. He finally managed to buy me the book "Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire." J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series is one of my favorite book series. But my father always made excuses and delayed buying this particular book. The reason was its price – thirty-five Canadian dollars. Last time, when he took me to Chapters, he promised to buy this book. But, as usual, he finally threw up his hands. "Instead of this one book, your mom will buy you two 'Unfortunate Events' books," he said, and bought them for me. Lemony Snicket's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' is also a series I really like. Miss Elizabeth, my class teacher, introduced me to this series. The way poor Violet, Klaus, and baby Sunny, who have no parents, are tormented by the wicked Olaf! They are so pitiful. That wicked Olaf killed their parents. Now he's trying to get their inheritance too. If it weren't for Mr. Poe, their plight would be even more miserable. 

I really love these books. My dad does too. He always buys books. But for some reason, he always hesitates to buy these series books. I still don't understand why. It was the same when he initially hesitated to buy Mary Pope Osborne's Magic Tree House series. This is my most favorite series. I wish I could wander through the past and future like Jack and Annie do through the books in the magic tree house every time. But we live in an apartment in the city. None of this is possible. Dad always says, "Just wait, dear! I'll buy a house in two years." You can never trust this dad. But I wonder if I'm causing Dad too much trouble. Poor Dad! I'm a big expense for him. He never gets time to watch the news on TV because of me. When there's no school, I have to watch TV until I go to sleep. I watch my favorite shows. Bill, Julie One, Julie Two, Patty, and Giselle, who host the 'TVO Kids' show, are all great. But my favorite is 'The Big Bang' show. It's hosted by Violet Berlin and Gareth Jones. They explain how to do games and puzzles. Neil Buchanan's 'Art Attack' is also one of my favorites. Neil beautifully demonstrates how to create art using unused items at home. Martin Kratt and Chris Kratt's 'Zoboomafoo' and the toy lemur captivated me. Their 'Kratts' Creatures' show is also a good one. These are shows that provide information about animals.

Diaspora Tamil Short Story: Lost Words! by V.N.Giritharan

[This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG.]

Aasaipillai was the security guard of a parking lot with five levels above and five levels below ground. Aasaipillai was an immigrant Eelam Tamil. In his hometown, he had spent his time as a 'clerk' (குமாஸ்தா) in a government department, known as Clerk Aasaipillai. When the atrocities of the Sri Lankan government forces were rampant, he fled the country, thinking it a blessing to escape with his life, and migrated to Canada. Initially, he tried washing dishes. He tried cleaning a factory. A man who used to stroll around as a clerk in his village could not continue such jobs. A security guard job seemed an easy alternative, so he joined a famous security company as a guard. His shift was from midnight until dawn. As usual, he started his work that day. That's when a white man parked his car in the lot and approached. Upon seeing Aasaipillai, the man greeted him.

Diaspora Tamil Short Story: Concrete Jungle Rabbits by V.N.Giritharan

[This English translation of the Tamil story is a collaboration between Google AI Studio and V.N. Giritharan. The original Tamil version of the story follows the translation. Digital painting assistance (Google Nano Banana technique) by VNG.]

After a long time, I visited my friend's place. His nest was located at the top of a towering building-forest tree. This building tree, situated in the heart of Toronto, has a certain notoriety. It holds the sad distinction of being the place where two elderly Tamil men and one middle-aged Tamil woman jumped from their balconies, ending their lives. In recent times, such suicides have unfortunately begun to increase here. Despite having so many amenities, why do they commit suicide in this manner?

My friend is still a bachelor. Usually, every time I visit his place, I notice some change in his abode. This time too, there was such a change. My friend had started raising two rabbits in a cage.