Wedding....!!!!

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When you be what you are…
Alone
Silent
Reading
Cooking
Walking
Crying…!!!

When you be what you want to be…
Alone
Silent
Reading
Cooking
Walking
Smiling…!!!

Mercy Killing

Couple of weeks back, the media reported on Chennai parents seeking ‘mercy killing’ for their five year old boy who is physically and mentally challenged. There was a deluge of offers from individuals and NGOs alike to support the poor parents for the child’s medication. The same week there was a report on a London based teenager refusing to continue her medication on Leukemia telling that she could not burden her parents more.
The two incidents brought the question of legalizing Mercy killing or Euthanasia to limelight once again in the Indian and global media. There were many who voted for and against it , in the opinion polls that followed.

Background:
Euthanasia, as Mercy Killing is formally known, has been a topic of discussion many a times .In fact Mercy killing is legalized in five countries namely , Belgium , Luxemburg, Thailand , Switzerland and the states of Oregon and Washington in US. Every time the issue arises there are propagators who claim it to be a relief from the burden of pain and others claiming it as murderous. Even this time it was no different.

For and Against:
There were doctors who were vehemently against the idea arguing that it is against medical ethics since a doctor is one who safeguards life and to legalize “Doctor assisted Suicide” would be against the very roots of the medical ethics. At the same time there were others who viewed the whole issue in a very different way, who argued that since a person who was successful in committing suicide could not be punished it would be ridiculous to punish who is not successful in the act .And since suicide could not be made an offensive act neither could Mercy Killing or “Doctor assisted Suicide”.
Here again the question arises whether Euthanasia matches more with Killing or with Suicide. In the case of the Chennai incident, it was not the boy himself who wanted to take his life but his parents who were unable to treat or look after him, whether it was because they were unable to bear the financial obligations imposed by the condition or if it was because of the social stigma associated with bringing up a disabled child or if it was the fear that there would be none to take care of the child after them is altogether a different question. When abortion is legal and done with the support of medical practitioners, it makes little sense when it is not legal for the parents to decide on behalf of the child, once the child is born and known to have some disability.
In the case of the London teenager who was suffering from Leukemia from age five and was under treatment for the past eight years, it was her decision to stop medication since she felt she had to relieve her parents of the burden of looking after her.
In the first instance it matched more with Killing and in the second it went along better with Suicide.

Far less than a Conclusion:
For an unbiased mind not personally involved with the situation, it is indeed difficult to take a stance on the issue .But all incidents from whether it be murder, suicide or abortion we find the desire of man to be in full control of everything in his life , the difficulty to oblige to the fact that at times he is helpless and there are things that are still beyond his reach and control.We see the desire of man to be the director of his life than being only an actor in a play directed by someone else..someone mightier than he himself is. Again, I feel a scarcity of love in all the cases.
And I realize somewhere deep within that it is more easily said than done.

Silence

" Whereof you cannot speak,
Thereof you must keep silence "

- Buddha

Congrats 'United States of America'

Barack Obama's Victory speech...!!!!
http://www.hindu.com/nic/obamas-victory.htm

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നാവിന്‍ തുമ്പില്‍ വാക്കുകള്‍ തത്തി തത്തി വീഴുമ്പോഴും
കണ്ണുകള്‍ തുരുതുരാ സംസാരിക്കുന്നത് എന്ത് ?

Buddhism

The Buddha spoke of Four Noble Truths. He said there is Duhkha, or suffering. There is Samudaya, or the cause of suffering. There is Nirodha, or the removal of the cause of suffering. There is Marg, or the path leading to the removal of the cause of suffering.
“Now, this O monks, is the noble truth of sorrow: from birth it begins; old age causes sorrow; sickness causes sorrow; death causes sorrow; contact with unpleasant things causes sorrow, separation from pleasant things causes sorrow and not getting what one wishes for also causes sorrow.
“Now, this O monks, is the noble truth about the origin of sorrow: sorrow arises from craving, which leads to rebirth and a thirst for sensual delights. Desire leads to the seeking of satisfaction now here, now there – that is to say, the craving for gratification of passions, or the craving for life, or the craving for success… this is the cause of sorrow.
“Now, this O monks, is the noble truth about the removal of sorrow: sorrow shall be gone when desire ceases and no passion remains.
“Now, this O monks, is the noble truth about the way which leads to the removal of sorrow: it is the noble Eight-fold Path.
“This is the path of moderation. It keeps clear of the two extremes of self-indulgence and self-mortification. This path is the noble Eight-fold Path of the right views , the right thoughts, the right speech, the right action, the right means of livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness and right contemplation.”

Courtesy: The Great Quest, Frontline, Volume 25 - Issue 22: Oct. 25-Nov. 07, 2008

കുഞ്ഞനുജത്തി നിനക്കായ്‌...

പ്രഭാത സൂര്യനെ പ്രതീക്ഷകള്‍ക്കായ്‌ കാത്തു നില്‍ക്കുമ്പോഴും ,
നിലാവുള്ള രാത്രിയില്‍ സങ്കടങ്ങളെ എടുക്കുവാന്‍ താമസിനോട് കേഴുമ്പോഴും,
ഞാന്‍ തനിയെ ആകുന്ന സമയങ്ങള്‍ ഒക്കെയും ...
കുഞ്ഞനുജത്തി , എന്‍റെ ഉള്ളിലെ സങ്കടങ്ങളില്‍ ഒന്നായി മാറുന്നത് എന്ത് നീ ?

കളിക്കാതെ പോയ കളികളോ ?
പാടാതെ പോയ പാട്ടുകളോ ?
പറയാതെ പോയ കഥകളോ ?
മോളെ, നിനക്കായ്‌ ഞാന്‍ സൂക്ഷിച്ചതോക്കെയും
കൊടുക്കേണ്ടത് ആര്‍ക്കെന്നു ചൊല്ലുമോ ?

ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍ എന്ന് പലപ്പോഴും ആശിക്കുമ്പോഴും ,
ഇല്ല എന്ന് സമ്മതിക്കുവാന്‍ മടിക്കുന്നത് എന്ത് എന്‍ ഹൃദയം ?
നിന്‍ ദാനം അല്ലോ എന്‍ ജീവിതം എന്ന് ഓര്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ ,
നന്ദിയോ പരിഭവമോ ...!!!

പെയ്യാതെ പോയ മഴയോ ?
വിടരാതെ പോയ പൂവോ ?

Rajghat...!!!

Gandhi Jayanthi...!!!

Belated B'day Greetings ...!!!Long Live the principles of Truth and Non Violence...!!!

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" knowledge comes from a combination of creativity, righteousness and courage "

- A P J Abdul Kalam

"Fling away your promise if it is found to be wrong"

Tagore's deep aversion to any commitment to the past that could not be modified by contemporary reason extended even to the alleged virtue of invariably keeping past promises. On one occasion when Mahatma Gandhi visited Tagore's school at Santiniketan, a young woman got him to sign her autograph book. Gandhi wrote: "Never make a promise in haste. Having once made it fulfill it at the cost of your life." When he saw this entry, Tagore became agitated. He wrote in the same book a short poem in Bengali to the effect that no one can be made "a prisoner forever with a chain of clay." He went on to conclude in English, possibly so that Gandhi could read it too, "Fling away your promise if it is found to be wrong"

Courtesy :Tagore and his India ,By Amartya Sen

Teacher’s Day

Fifth September , birthday of Dr. S Radhakrishnan ,the first vice president and second president of independent India is celebrated as teacher’s day throughout India.Let us take some time to remember the teachers in our schools and colleges who have played an important role in shaping us to what we are today.
I remember days in the primary classes when my parents had to depend on teachers to make me do the little things that I otherwise refused. Teachers were then the epitome of correctness and truth. So was it for many of us and even now for the little kids in the primary school.But as we grow we tend to lose this close relationship and trust we have on teachers, partly attributed to the little ‘self’ which refuses to yield to authority, which grows with us and partly to the sincerity of teachers we see in our college who resort to telling the page numbers to be photocopied for each module of the subject they teach.
‘Teaching’ as a profession is not a lucrative one compared to the fat salary packages offered to other professions of the day, neither is it something that has to be done for money. So, not many of us would choose to take it as a profession. Added to this, is the lack of number of students pursuing a subject to the post graduation and research levels. These have led to a decline in the quality of teachers in many schools and colleges of our country.
I remember one of my teachers in the high school classes telling “ Teachers have to be updated with the latest happenings in their respective fields , otherwise they are letting their students drink from stagnant water which I cannot afford to do.”
The satisfaction and respect that this noble profession gives cannot be measured in terms of the money earned. Though the ‘Gurukul’ system of education of ancient India where in ‘Syshyas’ lived with their ‘Guru’ learning everything from what they teach and how they live , is no longer to be seen, kids tend to emulate teachers to a large extent even today. The role of teachers in shaping the future of our little ones, the touch bearers of an emergent India cannot be overlooked.
After all the trust on education, India still remains a country where, the literacy levels are below the threshold level of 75%. Than pointing fingers and trying to find fault with the governmental system and authorities concerned for this bitter fact, let us resolve to do our part, however small it may be , as responsible citizens of a resurgent India. This teacher’s day let us, give a serious thought to what we can do, to educate the less fortunate among us.

Teacher’s Day for me would remain incomplete without the mention my fifth standard class teacher. She was more of a mother to each one of us in the class.She identified with each of us so well that we would simply pour out our hearts to her .Someone we knew and felt was genuine in her concern for us. Her relationship with her students extended beyond the four walls of the classroom. She was someone for whom teaching was more of ‘living’ than just a means to living, one whom each of us competed to emulate. Though she is no longer alive, I’m sure she continues to influence each one of her students.
Heartfelt tributes to Lucy Paul Madam and all my teachers who have been a great influence throughout my life….!!!

"He placed me in a little cage,
Away from gardens fair;
But I must sing the sweetest songs
Because He placed me there.
Not beat my wings against the cage
If it's my Maker's will,
But raise my voice to heaven's gate
And sing the louder still!"

Courtesy: Streams in the Desert :Charles E Cowman

One Marriage Invitation...

Congratulations to Both Of you.....!!!!

പപ്പേ...

മമ്മി ... പപ്പാ വൈകുന്നതെന്താ ?
മറന്നു കാണുവോ....?
ഫോണ്‍ വിളിച്ചു ഒന്നു ഓര്‍മ്മിപ്പിച്ചാലോ?
ദാണ്ടെ വന്നു.....

പപ്പേ.. ഇന്നു കടയില്‍ പോയെ തീരൂ
നാളെ മോള്‍ക്ക് കളര്‍ ഉടുപ്പിട്ട് പോണം സ്കൂളില്‍
മറന്നോ..?
മോള്‍ക്ക്‌ വാങ്ങിയ ഉടുപ്പിന്റ്റെ കളര്‍ പച്ച അല്ലെ ..തത്ത പച്ച
അതിന് പറ്റിയ മാലയും വളയും പൊട്ടും പാദസരവും വേണം

പപ്പേ ..എല്ലാം കിട്ടി ..പക്ഷെ പച്ച പാദസരം കിട്ടിയില്ല...
ഇനി രവി ചേട്ടന്റെ കടയില്‍ കൂടി പോയി നോക്കാം
വേഗം വാ ...സമയം വൈകി ...രവി ചേട്ടന്‍ കട അടച്ചു വീട്ടില്‍ പോകും...
അയ്യോ പപ്പേ.. പച്ച പാദസരം കിട്ടില്ലാന്നു പറയുന്നു രവിച്ചേട്ടന്‍..
ഞാന്‍ മേരി ആന്റി തന്ന വെള്ളി ഇട്ടോളാം
ഇരുട്ടുന്നു...മമ്മി തന്നെ അല്ലെ ഉള്ളു ...വേഗം പോകാം പപ്പേ..

അയ്യോ...പപ്പേ ..ഒരു കാര്യം വിട്ടു പോയി...മുല്ലമൊട്ടു മാല വേണം
മുടിയില്‍ ചുടാന്‍ ..
ചേച്ചി ..പൂവില്ലാതെ മുടി കെട്ടി തരില്ലാന്നു പറഞ്ഞു..
നാളെ കാലത്തെ പപ്പക്ക് ഓഫീസില്‍ പോകണ്ടേ...
മൊട്ടു വാങ്ങി വെള്ളം തളിച്ച് വെച്ചാല്‍..നാളെ വിരിയും ന്നു പറഞ്ഞു ചേച്ചി..

വായാടി കുടുക്കയെ വാരി എടുത്തു..
കുഞ്ഞു കവിളില്‍ മുത്തം വെച്ചു..
നീ എന്‍ ജീവിതത്തിന്‍ നിറം കുഞ്ഞേ..

Navigators here and there......!!!!!

Priced at around 100 pounds the navigator is an indispensable gadget to any new driver on the UK roads. Attributed to the scarce populace on the roads, you would hardly find anyone to ask the way to a place if you are new to the place, which makes this little talking gadget imperative to any infant 'UK Driver'.
There are two kinds of navigators, static and dynamic .The static one does not take care of the traffic details while showing direction where as the dynamic one takes into account the live traffic details before suggesting the routes to take.
Though I had heard of the GPRS technology while at college, the navigator came as a not so little surprise to me. We were on our way to Northampton , around 25 miles from Milton Keynes for the 'Disaster Recovery' session of our project. On indicating the starting and destination address it suggested the route to take to reach the place .Except for the small hiccups at the start and end, the device was almost flawless in showing the route.
Talking about the use of Navigators in India someone in the team said spontaneously " We do not need them on the Indian roads...there will always be someone to guide you where ever you be in India "
Path guiders here and there....!!!!!

Renew the spirit of Childhood in us...!!!!!

Went to church here at Milton Keynes.It was the first time after coming here.There were hardly 20 people for the evening prayer.But it was a beautiful experience. One in the group said a prayer followed by hymns and songs.One prayer that had be thinking for a long time was
" Renew the spirit of childhood in us "
This is what is actually required in our lives I feel..and we are actually growing down with years with regard to many things.
Growing down with regard to 'Trusting others..', 'Adjusting to situations', 'Seeing people without prejudices' ,'Sharing our things' and the list will go on...
How easily we made up after the little fights that we had whether it be with the friends next door or with friends at school.We forgot the fights without letting them leave the slightest mark of bitterness in our minds.It was not forgiving but forgetting...
I feel children experience the special grace of God to forget things and incidents of bitterness or may be they just don't feel the bitterness.
We never bothered to enquire about the caste, religion or nationality of the friends we made in childhood.Because we were unaware of the differences that man made in his world around.The knowledge we attain of the castes,communities and religion as we grow up in life later become the prejudices we use to judge the people we meet in our lives.These differences later grow to become the sources of unhappiness in our lives.

Is the education we gain, knowledge we attain and money we earn worthy of these instincts of innocence we have in us ...Is a definite NO from me..!!!

Using the escalators...!!!!!!

I'm now in UK on a short term project assignment.Happened to go out to see London with some of my friends here...we had taken a day's train ticket with which we could use the train and tube services for the entire day...so we were travelling from one place to the other using the tube services which connected all the main places here..there were huge escalators to go from one platform to the other at every station..with no option of stairs. Every time I stepped into the escalator I was thinking about how my mammus would manage to use them if she was here...I was thinking about the incident that happened at the Marine drive escalator years back.


The escalator is not very popular at our place and the one at marine drive , Cochin was the first that I had used..there were stairs as well for those who were not comfortable using them. We were four kids..elsu, nithamol,gigiri and myself and chinnamma aunty and mammus...we were out that summer vacation seeing places in and around Cochin..Though my mom insisted that we would use the stairs to climb up , I was adamant that I would come by the escalator...at last reluctant to send me alone,all of them decided to use the escalator.I stepped in first,followed by elsu.Aunty with gigiri on the next step,nithamol and last mammus...as the escalator moved forth, gigiri who was hardly three years then , wanted to stand on the step and in the process of it he skidded down .Mammu held his hands and she also fell down followed by aunty.All started screaming ...and someone from the operators came running and switched off the escalator.

I didn't realise the fear that the incident had created in my mother's mind until after years we happened to see an escalator at Spencer plaza , Chennai on a visit.She wouldn't let any of us climb the escalator until I convinced her that it just happened once and that doesn't mean that it would happen always and I waited for some aged person to use the escalator to show to her how simple it was.She couldn't be convinced and she wouldn't use it at any cost.Finally Pappa had to interfere to convince her .He climbed up and down without holding the rails many a times laughing and shouting and finally she agreed to step in with him.They held hands and climbed up , but it was only once and since there was an option of stairs at every other place she would always opt for stairs.

.... Every time I stepped in and out of the escalator I was thinking of my mom of how she would manage if she was here. I was thinking of ways to convince her, experimenting with different ways of stepping in and out of the escalator, whether it was good to hold the rails while stepping in or not, if keeping both the feet on the same step would help and the like....

There are some things...some subtle feelings that remain with us where ever we go...

The stars I see are no longer the ones you see
It could happen so easily so effortlessly
I lest expected
The vast expanse that separates seems to be the only thing to bind.

Again a walk....

Today Morning
I went out for a walk..
Through the bank of a river..
The name of which he only knew..
The stillness of the river was in sharp contrast
To the turbulence within..
We sat on a rock..
On either side..
My eyes drooping
Daring not to look into his eyes..
I had nothing to tell..
No justification this time..
The silence was killing..
Lord ..speak out..
Scold me..rebuke me…
My heart murmured
My eyes still drooping..
Daring not to look into his..
Time seemed to stay still..
Still for ever..
He would have gone..
I said to myself..
And slowly raised my eyes..
To see him looking down
I watched closely to see tears rolling down his cheeks..
“My Child when will you realize ..
You are special to me..
I shed my blood for you ..
For those sins which are made and yet to be made..
“But I’m unworthy of your Love & Care”
“But my child ...your savior is the one who searches for the lost lamb”

“ Foolish in the eyes of the world…
But true ..My Lord restored me ”

a walk.

Today morning....
I went out for a walk ..
With my lord..
I had so many things to talk to him…
But could not..
My eyes were filled..
Words stumbled inside my mouth..
“ What do you want my child ”
“ Just the strength to bear and ….and…”
“ And…”
“….and…. the ability to forgive..”

Growing Up...? or Down ...?

“ As a child I dreamed of growing big,
Now , I dream of growing small,
Lucky are the ones who retain the child in them
Inspite of having lost their childhood ”

Renewal

The Morning was again..
Bright as ever before..
I lest expected..
The darkness of yesternight was so engulfing....

Laments of a Tiny Bee

The little flower was

Neither beautiful nor big nor fragrant

But it was white..indeed purely genuinely white

There were no bees

Big, small or white hovering around

It was alone but happy

Happy that it was white though small

Happy that it was unnoticed

Until I saw it one day...swinging happily to itself...

I asked the little one

"Do you have some honey for me "

"I have a little...too little to give"

" I need only little ...but it has to be pure "

"Yes... you can take ...but my petals are white... do not dirty them"

I kept sucking honey from my little one daily,

The honey was indeed pure,

purest that I had ever had,

One day, tired I was after the day's work,

"Shall I rest on your petals... Dear "

I asked my little one

It did not node...but silence for me was affirmative

Alas.....there was dirt on my foot which I forgot to wash

My little one was dirty,

It was now neither beautiful nor big nor fragrant nor white

I had robbed my little one of it's pride in purity,

I affronted its dignity by my rude divestment,

But I was not wild....

I tried to clean it with hands and tears

But, dirt on white is difficult to clean

At last it rained...cleaning up everything that I had dirtied,

My little one was whiter, purer than ever before

Decorated with the little beads of rain...

Ready for a feast...feast for all....

Courtesy Of Idea : Vavakutty

When I say, " I'm a Christian "

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not shouting "I am saved"

I'm whispering "I get lost!"

"That is why I chose this way."

When I say..."I am a Christian"

don't speak of this with pride.

I'm confessing that I stumble

and need someone to be my guide.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak

and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed

and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I'm not claiming to be perfect,

my flaws are too visible

but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I still feel the sting of pain

I have my share of heartaches

which is why I seek His name.

When I say..."I am a Christian"

I do not wish to judge.

I have no authority.

I only know I'm loved.

By Carol Wimmer

"If by bathing daily God could be realised
Sooner would I be a whale in the deep;
If by eating roots and fruits He could be known
Gladly would I choose the form of a goat;
If the counting of rosaries uncovered Him
I would say my prayers on mammoth beads;
If bowing before stone images unveiled Him
A flinty mountain I would humbly worship;
If by drinking milk God could be imbibed
Many calves and children would know Him;
If abandoning one's wife would summon God
Would not thousands be eunuchs ?
Mirabhai knows that to find the Divine One
The only indispensable is Love ."

One of Mirabhai's ecstatic songs translated by Swami Paramahamsa Yogananda

Nuclear Families becoming traditional....Oops!!!!

Attended a presentation on Retail 101( My new domain ) today at office .It was a wonderful session which gave us a feel of the Retail vertical...Walmart..Argos and the stuff but what caught my attention was a phrase " Traditional Nuclear Families" in one of the slides.Initially, when I saw it, I thought may be it is a Typo mistake ... but then from the discussion that followed I realised that it was just that I was still hooked up in the generation were joint families were traditional ... or may be I just dint know that even nuclear families had become traditional.
Where are we actually heading..?
I still remember very vividly the day we decided to move out of my ancestral home to the city for the convenience of my parents,both of whom are working .The loneliness I experienced after shifting to our new house is beyond what can be put in words . The little me looked forward to the weekends when I could get back home to be surrounded by my grandparents,uncles , aunties ,cousins and friends..The loneliness of the nuclear family itself was a big torture for me.And I feel pity for those unfortunate among us who have not experienced the comfort & love of sharing that flows in a joint family.I have heard of people telling that you will not get privacy in a joint family to look after your kids , your spouse ... but the fact is you get many people to look after you , your kids and spouse.Nothing may be your own..but then everything is yours.
Kids grow up learning the basic lessons of love and sharing.
Gone are the days to lament about the traditional joint families....when nuclear families themselves have become traditional.From what I understood from the session , nuclear families have become traditional in many developed countries ( Thanks to the late advent of everything developed in our country ) where parents and kids find it difficult to live together , to share their things and they move out deciding to stay alone.Human mind craving for space of its own.
The basic reason for all this is the absolute lack of love.Love for the people around you , Love for your parents ,for your spouse ,for your kids...
Human mind without love becomes selfish..first about ones own spouse and kids and with generation selfish about ones own individual self.

The habit of being happy.....

Today on my way to office in the Hyderabad MMTS happened to see an instance which reinforced to me that " Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it "...

The station was buzzling with people as is usual in the wee morning hours.It was thronged with working class men and women largely young IT professionals of which I too am a member though not by my choice but of the fate. This clan to which I belong can usually be identified by young souls with earphones plugged to their ears listening to someone at the other end or finding happiness in some distant source oblivious of the little sources of the happiness around.

I was looking around, a little disturbed since this was supposedly going to be my last official day in Hyderabad and Hyderabad gifted me with many blessings , a city which took me for what I am , without demanding any change what so ever from me.

I spotted a man with a harmonium squatting down on the platform ...It was obivious that the man was blind but he was happy..he radiated happiness all around..The smile on his face was original .. and he was singing to his hearts contend...I was forced to think on the sources of happiness ..

There are some people who are determined to be happy in spite of all that life has to offer.Some for whom happiness is not conditional but is more of a habit. And I have always felt that it is with our desires that we tend to become unhappy. And in the ability to count our blessings lies our happiness .

I tooked out the camera that I carried and clicked a pic of the happy soul.

"Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it "

Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels

but have not love ,I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,

and if I have a faith that can move mountains but have not love,

I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,

but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast,

It is not proud ,it is not rude,

It is not self-seeking , it is not easily angered,

It keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts,

always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies, they will cease;

where there are tongues, they will be stilled;

where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

but when perfection comes,

the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child,I talked like a child,

I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;

then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part;

then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13

Happiness

I lost you somewhere..
But failed to realise
Until recently ..
When someone told me that I looked sad
You were my constant consolation
Constant support and companion
But failed to realise
Until recently ...
When I found myself left alone, all to myself
I searched for you all around
And dreaded at the realisation that I was without you for such a long distance... long time

My Life is now a journey back looking for you...

" Happiness endures more with those who are happy without it
Or perhaps with those who are happy with it being with others ..."

അമ്മ

കുഞ്ഞേ... കാണുക നീ മറ്റൂള്ളവരിലും
ഒരു കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
നിന്നില്‍ ഉള്ളതുപോല്‍ തന്‍
ഒരു കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
വിങ്ങുകയും വിതുമ്പുകയും ചെയുന്നൊരു
കൊച്ചു ഹൃദയം
എന്ന് ചൊല്ലി തന്നൊരു അമ്മതന്‍ ഹൃത്തിന്‍ മുന്‍പില്‍ ബാഷ്പാഞ്ജലി...

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!
How public -- like a Frog --
To tell one's name -- the livelong June --
To an admiring Bog!

Courtesy: Emily Dickinson

Gulmohar Bloom....

On my way to office a fully bloomed Gulmohar tree..filled my eyes and heart with Joy.
A tribute too small to the tree that lighted up my day...

Due to reasons too many to scribble ..
Or too little to say..
My day had not dawned till I saw you
On my way on either side you were there..
Alas...How is it that I did'nt see you till day..
And failed to enjoy the feast that you gave
To my eyes and to the heart within..

Where were your leaves..?
Is it that your flowers covered them up..?
Just as your bloom covered up the gloom within..
I promise to give you a glance..
But keep your promise to light up my day..
If not on all days...every time I'm left alone...!!!

My first post....

At times when there are people around watching me...I feel like pulling back ..into my own world of little shell...so I chose to remain anonymous...and also because I can make mistakes confidently...willfully...
Here is my first post...and I find no reason why I should hesitate to put down everything that galore inside me....
So hopefully there will be more frequent posts this way....!!!!