My Favorite Song

This one song never fails to inspire me. My most favorite movie and song of all time, Enya’s voice is heavenly.

THE ONLY PERFECT PICTURE - My Family

I definitely know this is not one of those exciting stories you are probably looking for, but unfortunately this is one of the best stories I have. I was not deliberately searching for some inspiration, but this dawned upon me. Through the last few years this part of my life stories were mostly confined to a single person, this friend of mine who is a perfect counter part of myself. Finally this poor fellow has suggested me to leave an autobiography (funny though) for I am a good story teller; the only thing that grabbed his attention.

All that I have learned from this family is to 'give away' anything and everything at all. The kind of love I've watched over the years while growing up is immense. The love and trust between a man and a woman, my parents, have been quite overwhelming. Having worked as a good police officer he is a man of great courage, strength, hard work and honesty, above all -a man of word; the real man in my life, my Father. I shall wear all the pride of this world to point at this one Man. But I am still puzzled at the reason for my very belonging to this family.

Born in this part of the world to this family brought up among two wonderful guys, my younger brothers, I was offered every ecstasy of life. At the age of 11 when I was sent to the hostel I probably moved with a whole lot of 'him' in me. My early days with the family had taught me that any person who come across in our life  have every right to be treated good and given a chance; no matter if your little act would not get rewarded or even remembered you are here to act like a Human. Many people including relatives and friends, I had seen them all coming into our family like we are one, staying with us for some time, asking us to trust them and finally leaving us like they have never known us.

Best of the things were always given away whether it is a good dress, or some special food prepared at home or anything at all. Despite of having all of these relationships broken over years I still see them trusting people helping them to be in a better place. My trust on those people have all faded away in a long run, but Dad, did you ever realize how badly this has passed onto me? I thought it was me who was alone in the hostel rooms but now I realize you were alone too fighting this whole world, but you never complained.

Many have told me Dad that the stars are jealous of us and want me to be in pain, I trust or not my wounds are still raw. But when I look up to you I see life ahead, the other day when you told me that you trust me with whatever I am, I wanted to burst out more than what I've ever done looking at this treacherous world. I've always loved the way you support Mom, whenever we quarrel you just know how fragile and alone she is without you. No matter you had been rude to me at times I could still be joyous to see how strong you both are in long years of marriage.

I know you are missing every single dream about your little girl but Dad you were remembered at every crucial moment in my life. Thinking about the pain I could be causing you, I was withdrawn. I've always wanted to know what makes you this good on earth. Though we don’t talk much I feel so safe and proud walking next to you; it’s the best feeling in the world Dad. Whenever I sing I remember it’s just because you have been a wonderful singer and when I dance I set myself out to see every happiness you have  ever offered me in this life. I wonder, what I have here without you Dad? Nothing at all.  You are the only truth in my life, who inspires me to trust people knowing that they are never going to return me anything.

When my both hands come together in prayer, this whole universe concise within it starting from you traveling across the world passing all my loved ones it ends in you; you are the best thing ever occurred to me Dad. I just want to remember all the fathers in this whole world who sees an angel in their daughters,   whose prayers keep them strong enough to fight this world. Every good thing about me is yours Dad; and every mistake was mine. Love you so much Dad and i think i want to be born here again as your daughter…

Scribble Me a L+I+F+E

 When life is more than just a routine how often a person can get bored here? Is this a faulty situation in a normal person’s life or does this make an unusual individual on earth? I wonder, how such a question does ever pop up in my mind leaving me with no other choice than to be curious about what they call experience of yet another situation!

It seems to me that there can’t be a general or universal reception, when man himself is so timid and chaotic. So who does care to keep a count of real-life experiences here? I should say none. Life out here is every single moment that is always vigil, concealed with a greater enigma. But sadly none are dared to encounter it. I wonder if at all there is a Natural Theory which implies that 'strength of a person can't be allured away with a series of misfortunes'.  Well… life here is equipped with no such time period uniformly served for each and every human being to shake off the follies of life. Rather it’s a daily occurrence of obtaining a vision of true self, towards a real Human Being. That is where exactly pure bliss is endured safe & secure.

Generations have born and passed enough just creating a mass of ‘smart’ &‘shrewd’ people here. Is this supposed to be the whole idea of evolution ever happened, for us to take pride on being humans on this planet?  A human, who with every gesture, every deed and every bit of his physical frame wears a crown called 'ego' to stride in his own kingdom. What happened with the most powerful resource ever gifted to the mankind, his conscience? May be we have fallen into a system that has trained us to forget the intimacy between our body, mind and soul. I do realize in the first place that most of us are clueless of the perfect way these things are invariably bonded here.

Though there is a considerable variation among different people in this world we are surely equipped with the same kind of curse, sanity and wisdom, deep down inside in us. A wisdom that distinctively aids us to see much beyond a few pounds of flesh and bone.  This is the kind of ecstasy we humans are here to yearn for, to live for. So give 'us' a chance to be humbled at the mighty marvels of nature, let us rejoice in the tranquility of this 'oneness'. This ‘oneness’ called life and then scribble me… scribble me a life here.

വേരുകള്

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GITANJALI

I HAD gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and i wondered who was this King of all Kings!

My hopes rose high and i thought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.

The Chariot stopped where I stood.Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold  thy right hand and say, "What hast thou to give to me?"

Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to Thee.

But how great my surprise when at the day's end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap.I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give Thee my all.

Excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali -- An offering of Songs

Rebuilding the world

A father was trying to read the newspaper, but his little son kept pestering him. Finally, the father grew tired of this and, tearing a page from the newspaper – one that bore a map of the world – he cut it into several pieces and handed them to his son.

‘Right, now you’ve got something to do. I’ve given you a map of the world and I want to see if you can put it back together correctly.’ 

He resumed his reading, knowing that the task would keep the child occupied for the rest of the day. However, a quarter of an hour later, the boy returned with the map.

‘Has your mother been teaching you geography?’ asked his father in astonishment. 
‘I don’t even know what that is,’ replied the boy. ‘But there was a photo of a man on the other side of the page, so I put the man back together and found I’d put the world back together too.’
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---unknown source

A vague Mind... but a True sight....

Its not easy to start with a matter i truly believe in.....cos m scared to loose my faith i hold onto....But the truth is there are very few things i really own.... more often its just things dat comes for free, of no cost at all, so y to fret? ie y m here to set it out....

Its al about the air I breath to fill up my life, its about the shapeless particles comes in beautiful shapes to quench ma thirst wer i see no color no shape but beauty in it, its about the vast bluishness dat hides truest of the colours to throw splendid vision to ma senses n ma soul i identify with, above all wat a Space im given to dwell in here, what i tend to own with each step i put forth .... what do i ask for more?

But then Came along these beautiful people, to give me sories, n i made stories, my stories here, they chased my mind but cud never blind me, ie y Im living, living this Beautiful life!!!!