Hellow my blogger friends,

Iryl Aurora is back with a change in her mind and a change in her domain too. Sorry guys for not posting things for months. I’m back to my senses after months (I’m kidding. I was just goofing around 😛 )

Please keep following my blog and contact me for any suggestions and guest posts. Thank you 🙂



Goodbye Unusual 2015, #Welcome2016

At the start of 2015, I posted an article “How to Start an Unusual Lifestyle”, which was a random motivational therapy to my confused mind. But little did I know, that article prophesied how 2015 would add an unusual twist to my life.

My introvert personality was moderately changing into extrovert; and yes it was not a complete change. But there is no harm in changing perspectives once in a while. It is like deconstructing your conservative ideas; topple it down and building it again entirely opposite.

This Unusual philosophy of mine kept my single life less boring…until I got engaged by the middle of the year.

Thank you 2015 for your sweet unusual surprises…Hope 2016 will bring miracles, magic and inner healing in everyone’s lives…I am praying for that 🙂

Happy New Year to all #welcome2016 🙂 😉


Yet another post on APJ Abdul Kalam..

Believe me. I am still not over it. I am seeing his posters everywhere; everyone talking his name.


I was not fanatic about him, yet I admire him enough to be termed as a fan..

I’ve not been following him very often, yet I followed his words enough to dream..

I don’t know much about him, yet his demise made me stop and think, what I know about him..

I know this is just another very tiny glimpse of that enormous legend.. Still I couldn’t rest myself without letting this out..

There are people who are honored by their identity;
But, there are few people who honour the identity..

Here’s a list of few identities he had added charm and glory to it and few classic features what made him stand out of the crowd:

A tamizhan, who never failed to feel and express the pride of it even in the international arena..

A scientist, who owned his mistakes, even when chances are given to evade them..


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I couldn’t tell with the first glance

What is on the other side of the river?

What is the purpose of this life?

Why the rain hits the ground down?

If by chance am I the only one with the questions?


The C- Chip

On a calm night during my hostel life, a quirky thought struck my head, as if some story spirit got into my wits. As my friends waited, I began weaving the tale – the tale about corruption. This might sound ridiculous, but to your caution it’s just a piece of my weird imagination.

Quoting Lena Younger’s words from the play A Raisin in the Sun, “Once upon a time freedom used to be life – now it’s money. I guess the world really do change.” Yes, now it’s all about money. Money is life. Life is money. For all the free things we get, I guess our idle mind earns for more; everything for free and the one who gives these ‘freebies’ generously becomes god to everyone’s eyes; common people blindfolded. And the ‘freebies’ are just the camouflage to conceal the errors of people-in power. But the power doesn’t hold too long; when things fall apart, the center cannot hold.

“Ah this government sucks man!”

“What kind of system is this? I hate here…”

What more words could you put up to blame the government for being so snail-slow in evacuating corruption? Is the government only corrupt or we too? What could be done to censor this word “corruption” from our nation?

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Questions and arguments went by and the protests and fasts against corruption took days. This emerges to be a long process. But, what if there is a solution? And it is in the form of a microchip, specially designed for the people whose minds tempt for bribing and all corrupt, filthy things. That microchip could be implanted into every government higher official’s spinal canal. After implanting the chip into their spine, they don’t even dare to think about corruption. If they think about bribing or any illegal activity, this chip would deactivate their normal brain functioning leading to slow death. Ultimately, you could imagine that person would be in coma. Invention took no long and the name given – the C-CHIP. Bill passed. Not aware of the real threat behind, the officials took hold of this Operation Evacuate Corruption.

Source: Google Images
Source: Google Images

There was no special need of any committees or any specialties to find the corrupt personnel. The chip had the control and it started working. What really happened?

A man was waiting along several other citizens; to get his transfer order. Demanded lakhs by the officer, the man was wondering what to do for money. He kept on pleading to excuse the bribe as he told “I don’t have much money, Sir”. The man kept on asking for excuse. But the officer was sitting as if he is dead. The chip worked into the officer’s brain on the very moment he demanded for bribe. He was alive but showed no movements of his life except his mild breathing.

The chip was working everywhere.
All over the nation, officers dumb; pleading inside heart, “What was the need of asking
bribe when you had more than enough to live?”
Some citizens were happy to see every corrupt people traced out and some wretched to view their own people being trapped in. Does the Microchip Implantation worked against corruption or not?

One thing that the government was not aware was the repercussions that the chip would really bring in the nation. The chip was actually baited by enemy nations to take control over the country. The controlling power of the sensor microchips implanted into the country’s officers’ were diverted to the enemy nations’ hands who owned the production of those microchips. The government is in hazard zone. Who has the power ball now?

Having no further clue to weave, I stopped the tale. My friends blinked, “Nice story. What is the title of the movie?” I smiled in reply and bounced on my bed to sleep.

But then a question popped up in my head, “What if it becomes true?”


Song of Her Kiss

A grandma – for alms for love,

Piercing time, she walked in.

Giving cash, I was about

To catch my bus, of future prompt.

Halting time, trading charity

She kissed my hand.

Aboard I left.

(Korean Sijo is more or less similar to Japanese Haiku style. It is beautiful form of Korean poetry; illustrating religious and philosophical thoughts. Quite different in syllabification, Sijo has 3-4-4-4/ 3-4-4-4/ 3-5/ 4-3 syllable pattern. In Korean it has 3 lines and in English, sijos are written in 6 lines. I was curious exploring Korean literature and I thought why not I write Korean Sijo in English. This is my first sijo. Hope you folks like it. If not, it’s okay. I will keep sculpting my poetry to perfection.)


An Act of Deferred Love

Charity begins at home. That’s what we learnt at school. We do charity for our conscience’s sake or to pose as good people. Or to make sure we go to heaven (if you guys believe in that). Or just to show off we are generous and kind. Whatever be it, I’m not gonna discuss here whether we are good people or bad people. Facing the facts, I thought to pen on something I see often here around my place in south India.

Charity done for the sake of charity is not a charity at all. Questioning the reason for poverty, everyone says that the government is corrupted and that’s why there is poverty (Or may be because they assume poor love to stay poor ) Ah! It is so easy to judge the poor and manipulate the business of charity. You may think it’s over when the money is offered because money is the elemental source in the process of charity. But what we gain when we give to the destitute?

Happiness. Really? You feel happy when giving things to others? Is the happiness all about money?

Love. Honestly? You love giving donations every day? Or you give because you love the poor?

Kindness. Sure? You do show kindness to people inside your community or outside your community?

I feel happy to help the needy and when I give alms to beggars I do feel blessed. Assuming that I have done an absolute religious act and God will bless me for that (Trading charity for God’s blessing?) This is how most of us think. But I am not happy when someone posing as fake beggar comes for alms. Someone who is faking the process of charity and they almost curse you if ignored.

While waiting for bus, you may notice little children and many old people (sometimes middle-aged too) approaching you for money (as some of them are trained to do so). And you help them with whatever you have in your wallet and then their numbers don’t stop and you are out of change to offer alms. I got into such situations when I kept giving coins to the beggars who approached me until I had no change left, to purchase my bus ticket. And when travelling in an Indian bus (I am talking about Tamilnadu buses in the suburb here), you should always have the  ticket price in change. If you fail to have the exact change for the bus ticket and hand over a 100 rupee or a 500 note to the bus conductor, you might have to wait in agony to get the balance money back from him. And he might forget to give you the balance or pretends to forget (Lo! You lose your money there too).

All those curses, all those lose you encounter, yet you don’t stop giving to others. When the face of the needy approaches, your hand involuntarily gives and helps. You feel softer inside; lighter inside. Charity is that one act of random kindness which may thrill the giver and the receiver. Both are equally blessed. Then why the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer? The rich do donate a part of their riches to the poor. But the gap is not abridged.

Charity is an act of “Deferred Love”. Love unexpressed at the right moment to the right person piles up in the corner of your heart and is expressed at a delayed moment to another person. Charity is not just the kindness you show to the deprived by giving money but it’s the second chance to express the love you once missed to show it your friend or a beloved one. Charity is not about donations and clothes alone. It is an act of random kindness; an act of deferred love.


Raindrops Too Pain… When Frozen

While my chi stay alive and slack

Floating over the river Dream and resting

Thoughts vaporizing high

Poetry pictures life with happy colours

How to savour every raindrop

Reviving and animating.

Not always.

Raindrops too pain…

When frozen.

There had been stories and legends on love and amity

But they remain dead fragments of past

No true love exists in universe

All it has is pain and solid memories

Love as they call romantic; delusional

Happiness 24×7 –

A total fantasy.

This is truth, the real story –

Love is cruel and gory

No one can escape it, no one ever did

See, Jesus on the Cross –




Photo Courtesy: Bezy
Photo Courtesy: Bezy

Sun sets my heavy heart down

Leaving worst of day behind

My heart is still, no ripple

Waiting for your call that thunders the sky

Heart travels back to the past

My bad, I left you for uncertainty

Years went so fast ten and five

Hopeless of our re-union

Yet a deep voice foretells our encounter

Even if we find out each other or not

Your name is forever in my mind engraved

In future, if our eyes meet by mischance

Before we verbalize our greetings

Let me ask you “Do you recognize me?

Do you remember me old friend?”