Wednesday, November 15, 2006

D Butterfly


I flew through mounts and Valleys

I flew through meadows and rivers

I flew through rainbow and the clouds

I flew through grass and flowers

I flew among animals and birds

And I flied

And I flied among humans...

and I was dead ....

Killed...

Monday, November 06, 2006

Jeevikunnathinidayil evideyo enikku jeevitham nashtapettu

Kadha ezhuthunathinidayil evideyo kadhayum

Ente lakshyam lakshyabodhamilaymaye thedalayi

Nashtangalente kalikoottukarayi

Swapnangal enikku mareechikayayi

hey, phoenix pakshi nee sathyamo midhyayo



Every time you walk out
Leaving me behind, ignoring me
You are tearing apart my flesh, my heart
You are killing me inch by inch

But if you enjoy it; go ahead
coz its for you that I exist
Passion
When you hold me in your arms
when your hands traverse through my body
when I renounce all the power to resist or to speak
when its utterly impoosible for me to live or to die
When a tear drop fell off my eyes; of pain or pleasure, I dont
its...........passion

Monday, October 30, 2006

(I Don't Know Why .... is something I wrote inspired of morning monsoon showers.I wrote it when I was in First year pre-degree,u can call it anything poem, prose or even
hordid crap, if u dont like it.)




I Don't Know Why ®

As I woke upon to the gentle rays of early sun,
I could feel myself surrounded with mist,
Or was I dreaming?

I don't know it was pleasant; it took me back, years back

when,
I don't know when
I don't remember I really did not want to.

I was still on the bed, I could smell the coffee.
Coffee always smells the same,

Why?
It was the same 15 years back I loved it then,
still I do, why?

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

It was on the coffee shop that we first met,
Yeah;
well it was me who gave the first look
Like always,
But this time it did last for a long time

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

It was her eyes those went deep in to my heart & mind.

The morning showers it’s chilling me those rain droplets I love them

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

It was raining that day a Summer Rain
strange and unusual it was,
But I liked it,
Strange and unusual.

The birds are singing
I don't know what,
but nice and pleasant I like them

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

It sounds like her, nice and pleasant always.

It’s raining hard, rains I've always loved them
the nice touch they give with their wet hands I loved them

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

It was on a nice chilling rainy day that I felt her touch, with her wet hands.

Hmmm smells like toasted bread
Yeah you guessed it right I love its smell too
and

I Don't Know Why,
No now I know why.

We met everyday in the coffee shop
and ate pizzas no one told us to but we did,

But... now we don’t,
we don’t meet everyday in the coffee shop

Now you don't know why, right?

Ah again the nice smell of coffee.

“Good Morning”
Was it the bird or you?
“What? What happened? Day dreams?”
“No, just dreaming about you.”

I think now you know why.


? - JAX - ®

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


And I found LOVE


She said with a slight smile and shyness, looking partly at me and partly on to the floor.

“I love you”

I looked at her face, she was about to run from me, out of shyness I believe. I stopped her, looked at her cute little face; I could see her eyes twinkling, hands shivering, her eyes looking at me eagerly. I told her in slow but firm words.

“ But I don’t”

I never thought what went through her or what will happen to her, emotional stroke? or hemorrhage? I never cared. Was I selfish? May be or may be not. You decide, I’ll tell my story.

This happened when I was studying in the school, 6th standard. Now you tell me, is this an age for such an affair, I believe not. But this incident and many others of such incidents (roughly around some fifty in number, till date) happened and this triggered me to think about love. In all these incidents I was the selfish heartless villain and I saw a lot of crying girls. The fact was that I never knew what love was, I always wanted to know what held these people in love so close to each other, I tried hard. I never had such a feeling to anyone, this I believe was because I started getting love proposals at a very early age for any child. I couldn’t love someone I never knew, who all of sudden out of the blues emerged and said I love you and expected me to love back, how ridiculous. This created somewhat a confusion or irritated feeling even to the word ‘love’, but as I grew up and the proposals too, I tried to learn why and what love is actually. I found out in the first phase of my search that

Love is materialistic, its just skin deep.

And I believed in it firmly and my wrath grew stronger to the selfish wicked feeling called love. Out of this wrath I wrote a story, actually they are two stories which are interconnected.

(I wrote this when I was in my ninth standard, I have not revised it even to a bit and may be immature in its context and wordings, kindly bear it).
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Life lost in Ashrams

Train is now entering a tunnel. My eyes slipped into the darkness, to the dark episodes of my life, they crept into my mind.
Those which I loved to hate but hated to forget.

Brahmacharya

I was not alone that day on the train to Bombay - college days; they were always colourful and pleasant with lot of friends and girls. I never knew why or when she started noticing me, may be my eyes. Love blindness along with the wicked youth gave the strength that took us to the registrar's and from there to the railway station. Money from uncles almirah and aunt's jewels that I thought was required (all) was with me. As stations passed by I had just one question in my mind "What Next?”

Grihastha Ashram

Bombay was a big city, which opened its doors for us too. We took rooms and changed places from costlier to cheaper, days slipped out, money too. I wandered around for job, but in vein. It was then I realized that 12 years of schooling taught me nothing to live with. The guy next door, one Bihari offered me a job - a driver under one Seth Ramnath. First time I drove the car I remembered my Uncle and his car I hated that old model car but it's helping me now. Seth Ramnaths wife too liked my eyes and yeah I was once again wandering in the streets of Bombay for job. The city of dreams had once again opened its doors wide open for me, but the doors of 'New Bombay Lodge' had its doors shut hard before us.

Once again the Bihari helped us and our life dumped into the corner of his single room. Most of the time I was out searching for jobs, which were never found. Even coolies did not accepted me they called me 'Madrasi'. I had nothing else to do, so I did something I knew very well and it made her happy may be of my prayers it did not work out. I never knew what went through her.

Vanaprastha

One day I found another man in the house, Bihari introduced him as his friend; who was also a Malayali - driver of the M.P of the ruling party, his eyes were piercing and they were all on her and I never liked that. The sayings never trust a Malayali in a foreign land came true; as I returned home one day I found nothing except a letter in the room.

An affair that started through letters ended in a letter.

Sanyasa

I never felt any pain it was just a twinge of conscience. As they say 'Protection' and 'security' is the most valuable for a woman, she knew she could expect nothing more from me. Life turned out dark to me, fully dark and I deserted in the middle, I traveled long through the darkness, through the tunnel of darkness to find out some answers, to find what life actually meant.

"Swamiji, we're almost there"

The train once again whistled long.

Bombay the dream city awaited to be blessed by the magnificent spiritualistic speech of most honored holy man Jayendra Saraswathi.


? - JAX -


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Real Lve is Materialistic


"What are you doing there Rao? Is my security ready?"
Ma'am everything will be ready in 5 minutes.
"Hurry up I should be the first one to reach there."


‘Security’, that word means a lot to me. It changed my whole life. It is the thing for which I craved a lot, the thing that many promised to give me, from that cute boy in college to these black cats, but still I never could feel it, the security, the protection.
Yes, I did love him, he was cute and handsome.

I thought he would get me out from the hell I was born into
- But I was wrong

I thought he would take me to his family, to his house
- But I was wrong

When we both eloped to Bombay, I thought he had bright ideas for the future

- But I was wrong

Yes, I did love him but it was not just love that I wanted.


It is not just love that I was looking for nor any girl looks for, now don't picture me as some selfish arrogant girl, coz it’s not true.

Yes, I was poor and he was rich but that is not my fault, I believe no one these days wants to ruin his or her life in poverty.
Yes, I did love him but it was not just love that I wanted. Therefore, I left him and went with the driver that is not my fault I was helpless, he was lost, completely lost and he had nothing to give me; not even Love. I knew what it means when there is no hope and no money- poverty and suicide, and I was not ready for that.

The driver, he did protect me and he is the person who taught me that it is safer when we are not protected than when it is. That it is the freedom - the real freedom.
It was a great knowledge that I achieved - The knowledge of the securely unsecured.

It changed my life a lot.

The minister for whom he worked liked me and I started realizing the security of the hands that secured the country.
Every minister was ready to protect me. I became rich and powerful. I started to realize that I was one among them.

There were many who listened to me. It became my duty to protect them. I became 'Samaj sevika'. I did what I could and I became more and more rich.
I knew the power of money and I too became a minister.


"Ma'm security is ready"
"Driver, Lets go, Rao what was the name of that Swamiji?"


“Jayendra Saraswathi ma'm, he is a true holy man and he has immense number of followers."

"And that's what I'm looking; for his followers - My Voters.
Ha ha ha."


? - JAX –

That was what I wrote about the teenage infatuation what they called love out of ignorance. So what actually is love? Really I didn’t know. But I never liked the teenager love where they first fell in love and then try to reason it out. Why is it that I think it like that? Don’t I like girls? Yeah I do for sure. But to love a girl just because she is beautiful doesn’t mean anything to me; that I believe is not love. That’s something else, its ‘Kaama’ or sexual desire. Leave the matter of girls whoever it may be, why we like them is because they are beautiful inside. So its what is inside that matters otherwise it will start decaying after a while. So what’s inside is that matters. This is my final conclusion from after the long studies and research done on the laboratory called ‘LIFE’ and the experiment subject was I, myself.


Lifexperiments

So thus I did find how and why people loved and how they talked hours together without even knowing about the time and other worldly factors. How they conveyed even without speaking a word. I found the feeling, it is divine. It can’t be expressed in words, it can’t be conveyed, it has to be experienced. It’s like God, the one knowledge that can only be experienced with true devotion. So thus I found

LOVE is GOD and GOD is LOVE

It happens towards only one person in ones life, if it’s true. Yes, lovers are many, the one you had your first crush, the one you had your teenage infatuation and the one with whom you spent your dreams and fancies. But the true love is not that, you’ll know when its happening.
I knew it. Love happens not all of a sudden, it happens when two minds unite to form a single true bonding. A true friend can always be a true lover. When your ideas seem to be one, or when you both always find of the same opinion or when you go with the other when you are pointed out to be wrong by him/her. Where you can share, be sure of a firm support in all your life, a helping hand, a person who can correct you and show you the right path when you go wrong with love and care.

It can’t be expressed it has to be experienced.

It can also not be forced, it happens all out of itself, it also doesn’t need two persons; it can also be a selfless divine flow of emotions to one side.

And I found my LOVE


Yes, and I found my LOVE, it happened recently. I don’t have words to explain her, she is for me true, divine and she is my Oorja – my power, she is my soul. I started noticing her because of her pure matured thoughts, her outlook on life, she never tried to hide anything she was open minded, straight forward. She knew life. I could see ME in her. She denied me first time; the first time ever in my life I could understand how it felt when you are denied of your love. But that too I could understand, it was of her outlook on facts, the life, the society. This was what I liked the most in her and my love for her just grew stronger even without her knowledge. It was pure it had nothing to do with her beauty; it was her mind that I loved.

She is not the most beautiful person I know, but she has the most beautiful mind.

Then one day she told me that she too loved me, I still don’t know whether she meant it with her whole heart or not.
I don’t know whether she will be mine forever, but that doesn’t matter to me now, as I have learned to live with her. Yes, with her, even when she is not with me physically. I have her soul, her mind, her memories deep inside me with which I can live for centuries together. Thus she will be mine forever. But I’ll wait for her till the end of my life, happily. Even if she wont be mine I will never have the feeling of lost, because she is always with me, inside me, living with me, laughing with me, mocking me. She, for me is a divine feeling.


She is my DIVINE COMEDY

She will be the one and only woman in my life. I don’t want any other woman in my life, as I don’t want someone else life to be in ruins, because I’m sure I wont be able to love them as I’m already in love. I don’t want to cheat them.
She asked me to forget her, she is playing ‘matured’, but I can’t. I asked her not to wait for me, but I will for sure wait for her. I don’t care if she gets married to someone else, also. Because love cannot be forced, it has to happen all of its own.
I still believe from deep within my heart that we can be one, because I believe in Miracles.









Asthithwa Dukham

Naattil thozhil illathavar anekam. E vasthutha enteyum ente bhaaviyudeyum nadukku oru karutha kootan kalmathil pole thala uyarthi nilkunnu. E mathilinu mukaliloodeyenna pole, maru bhaagathilulla ente bhaaviyilekku ethi nokkukayanu njan. Atharam kalmathilukal polikkan sadhyamalla, mathilinu mukaliloode eduthu chaadanum kazhiyilla.

Yuvathwathille e nashtapedunna varshangal, achanammamarude panam athinum purame naatil dinam prathi vardhikkuna thozhilillayma. Sathyamaayum naamellam avaravarude bhaaviyumaayi flirt cheyyukayaanu; chilar kooduthal saahasikamaayi, chilar alpam kuranja saahasikathayodeyum.

That’s the only difference.

(This is for u, chingu)

Monday, October 16, 2006


KULI

(This is written in ‘Manglish’, or Malayalam SMS language,as per request of some of my friends.)


: Veluppan kaalathu thanutha vellathil kulikkuka, O piney, angerkku* anganeyellam parayaam, pravarthikendathu njaan alle. :

(* e angeru ennu paranjaal, pothu arivillekayi parayaam, ente Health tourism sir aanu, Jayamani sir, kerala University Financial Officer.)

“ Enthoru thanuppu, pandaaram.”

(Athey ithu veluppan kaalam onnum alla, pularnittu naazhika palathu kazhinju, samayam 8:15 aayi.)

: Chummathiriyada, ninnodarengillum ippo vallathum chodicho? Eda chodichonnu? :

(Thettidharikaruthu, kulimuriyil njan maathrame ullu, matte shabdam ente manasaane. Eppozhum inganeya enthengilum vilichu paranju kondirikkum, ulvili or something; for eg; embakkam…..)

: 1 cup vellam eduthittu pathukke 1 viral athilekku thazhthi nokkuka, appol athu paakam aayittundo ennariyan kazhiyum. Paakam aayittundengil, athava thanuppu lesham maariyittundengil pathukke athu ozhikkam,


Athey, njaan paachaka vidhi or recipe vistharichathonnum alla. e thanutha vellam dehathozhikkunna kalaparipaadi vishadeekarichathanu.

Angane ozhichu, che, athalla cup il ninnum vellam ozhichennu.

ho entammo enthoru thanuppu. Tharayillanu ozhichathu, athu therichu dehathu veezhumallo, thanuppinu oru kuravundakum appol. Payye payye dehathu oru cup ozhichu,
e stage valare sradhichu cheyyenda onnanu valare naalathe parisramamavum parisheelanavum ithinu aavashyam aanu, illengil thanuthu chathu pokum.

Angane aa difficult stage kazhinju, ini kuzhappam illa, pettennu thanne 2-3 cup vellam ozhichu, angane thanuppine tholpichu. “Aarogyam tharunna soap eduthu deham muzhuvan pathayil puthachu, Shahrukh khan kulikkuna soap innale theernu poyi, illengil athil puthachu kareenaye swapnam kaanamayirunnu.

Angane ninnapozhanu 1 phone, valyamma phone eduthu,landline aanu. :

“ Hellooo”
“ Aa undallo, avan kulikkukayaanu”

: O enikkanu, aaraakum?, aa entho. Ivanonnum vere 1 paniyum ille raavile aakumbo thudangum phone eduthu kuthaan. Maanyanmare nere kulikkanum sammathikoola.

(Dey, 15 minute aayi, niruthade ninte palli neerattu, ippo class thudangum)

: O shari shari, ormipichathinu nandi,(manasaanu) ivane kondu ingane kure gunam okke undu ketta :

Dress cheythu pettennu kazhikkanay chennu.

“ Aara valyamma vilichathu?”
“Entho, peru paranjilla, athalla enikku manasilakathe,nee undo ennu chodichu njan undennu paranju, pakshe nee kulikkukayaanu ennu paranjappo avan, sorry wrong number aayirikkum ennu paranju vechu kalanju.”
(This is written in ‘Manglish’, or Malayalam SMS language,as per request of some of my friends.)


This happened in a crowded bus, one day evening when I was going to my house in Pettah from palayam



: Entha thirakku bus-il, e school pillerurde bag aanu ettavum prashnam.Paavangal kuranjathu 10kg engillum varum :

“Ho kutta,idikatheda, payye po”
: Ivide ninnal ivanmarude idi kondu chaakum,othungikalayaam. :

School kaalam orma vannu,ho nostalgia

: Appazha 1 kaaryam orthathu, aa conductor 2 roopa backi tharaan undallo. E thirakinidayilenganeya vaangunne? Ayyalevide? Mm..? kaanunnillaolo, pillerude chavittu kondu purathu therichu poyo? :

: Nge.. nalla 1 kochu,enneyanallo nokkunathu. Mm.. muttakokke ittitundallo, muslim aanalle. Shedda, thala thirichu kalanjallo, allellum e pennungal ingana, aarellum nokkunennu, sradhikunnennu kandaal valya jaadaya. Mind cheyyilla,
hi hi molude kali ennodano? U me play with? (Nalla English standard alle? Athalle njaan englishil ezhuthathe). Nee nokkeelengil njaanum nokkilla, angane thirinju nokkathe ninnittu… Pettenu ingane thirinju nokkum haha :

: De, kalli pinneyum nokkunnu, ayyo paavam njan pettennu thrinju nokum ennu karutheela, ketto. Mughathaake 1 chammalum chiriyum, paavam enthellam bhavama ippo a mughathu,ha haa :

: Mathi mole enikku irangaanulla stop aakarayi, mm kalli, de idakannitu nokuannallo, aaha,koottukaari kai kondoru idi koduthu, appo random koode karuthi kootiyulla paripaadi aanalle? Shari ninte nottam njan ippo niruthi tharaam mole,

Evide aa Kovil, aval nokkunundallo alle, aa undu undu.

“Ishwari rakshikanne” kannadachu onnu nannayi thozhuthu, ennittu idakannittu onnu nokki. ayyo paavam aa mugham ippo onnu kaanendathu thane ketto, paavathinte mughathu ippo enthellam bhaavama Deshyamo, Sangadamo, pediyo enthellam; enthaayalum kollam:

: Sorry mole, this is life, appo njaan irangatte”

Aa paavathine tholpichu lokam keezhadakkiya valya ahambhaavathode bus sil ninnirangi nadannapozha 1 kaaryam orthathu.

“Backi 2 roopa medichilla”

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


This is not an autobiography, but a flow of stories and fractional thoughts coded together, in which you may find "me" somewhere.

Me

Who am I? This question usually arises when we are asked, “Who are you?” and when I sat down to write about my life, I again got stuck in the question “who am I”. This question arose a number of times in my life. And so I started thinking about it, here are my thoughts about it:

Who am I is not a question, its a quest which if once started can be carried on for ever. Each and every person in this universe will pass over this thought for at least once in his lifetime. This is a thought, which transforms itself in to a state of being. The thought starts about everything around you and inside you. Here the thinking is in a development process. It starts in limitations and when it develops it travels to the outer world-the cosmic consciousness where it has no limitations. Its like a bird flying out from its eggshell, once it is out, it has no limitations.

This very thought, who am I has four phases or stages. In the first stage you ask yourself the question ‘Who you are?’ Most people stop by there itself, as it is a question that can perplex you, consume a lot of time and sometimes even mislead you.

Some go on with the thought, keen to get some answers, they refer books or even google the net. They get satisfied with the info they get from these; most ‘learned knowledgeable’ persons have this information. The information they will pass on is I am brahmam or ‘Aham Brahmasmi’. Ask them what is this Brahmam? Most will not know and some if has read something will say some Sanskrit verses which even they wont know the meaning of and finally come into the conclusion that Brahmam is what resides within you and all other living beings in the universe; and things like that. Some people stop their search there. Now they have the answer that they are Brahmam, even if they don’t know what it actually means. They believe and feel they are some one important and get egoistic. There ends the second stage.

Some go further with the thought, as the answers of the so-called informed great men couldn’t satisfy them. This is the third stage. Here a simple question can arise in your mind. If you are brahmam and all the living beings in the entire universe are related to us (Vasudaiva Kudumbakam) then why don’t I get hurt and feel the pain when someone in the world dies or is in trouble? This is one question that takes you back to the age-old question ‘Who am I?’
We all are great people aren’t we? I’m the son of or daughter of very respected, honored parents from a high society. I have a big house, a car and have 7 scored salaries and high life styles. Aren’t we great?

Yes we all are great. Just a small question where are we living?

v I live in a house, which has four members, and I’m the fourth
v Our house is in a housing colony, which has other 300 houses,
v The colony is a part of the block, which has thousands of such colonies, which make a block.
v There are four blocks.
v These blocks make the town and I live in Trivandrum district,
v Which is a part of kerala state, which has 13 other such districts
v Kerala is a small state in the big country India.
v India, the country has 28 other states, some much bigger than Kerala
v India is a part of the continent Asia that has many other countries also.
v There are also other 7 continents and the whole make the world.
v Our world, Earth is a part of the planetary system, which has nine planets,
v These planets are a subsystem of the solar system under Milky Way galaxy.
v Milky way is but one of billions of galaxies in the universe.

We still don’t know whether these galaxies are subsystems of some other greater hierarchy.

So let me ask again, … are we great?

This realization of truth is haunting and frightening. This can sometimes weaken us. Most people stop their search with this, as the facts they face are frightening. This is the third stage. This is the most difficult stage to overcome as from here one can go straight back to his world with a faulty realization that the search is a never-ending one. He will just follow the mass and go with it or one can with strong will cross the inhibitions and continue the search.

This is the fourth stage, which can make you feel large and great without the negative ego state ‘id’. The realization that you are a subsystem of an entire universe and the fact that the same factor, which is in the entire universe, is, that which is resting in you, can make you feel the one. Now you start realizing ‘Aham Brahmasmi’. This stage cannot be explained but has to be experienced. You wont get the idea by reading about it.
Now you realize that not only living but also non-living things are made up of the same factor. You realize that existence is important and not matter, as matter exists because of its existence. This existence is one for all living and non-living things. Now you realize that you are not a human nor animal, not man nor woman, nor born nor dead but you are a state of being.


Now you realize that the search was not a fractional thought that arose in you out of nowhere, but it was a thought that was handed over to the mankind from the day he was born and is still going on. Those who find, those who believe are blessed ones. They find happiness. In this state you rise to the state of ‘Ahambhodham’ from ‘Ahamkari’ and lose the feeling of ‘Ahambhavi’. Now you realize that the search you did for the answer in the books and through knowledge men were worthless, they were just steps or arrow signs, all which pointed to the only place where you could find the answer – and that is within yourself. Inside every man lie the questions and the answers, as all the questions of the world rose from some mind. The problem is that you have to ask the right question to get the right answer.
A story popped in my mind ‘once there was a little fish. He asked every other fish in the pond “what is water?” some laughed at him and some started thinking about it. Some replied that the water is what we live in. But the little fish was not happy enough he said, “OK, I understand I’m living in it but I cant experience it. How can I believe that this is water or whether water exists, as I cannot experience it?” some fishes took him to an old wise fish. The old one said, come with me and I’ll help you understand. Thus he took the little fish to a place near the shore and asked him to climb and sit on top of the old fish. Just as he climbed upon the old fish, the old one shook him hard and threw the little fish to the shore. Now the little fish was on the shore and fluttering hard to get back to water. He jumped from shore to water and the moment he touched water he realized what water was. This is a story, which depicts various stages of the quest.


To know what the truth is we have to go out of it to watch it, only then we realize that it exists. But it is difficult, rather impossible. We will be like the sugar, that which liked to know the tongue or the salt stone, which liked to know the ocean. Nuclear physicists often get held in these kinds of situations. To study the movement of nuclear atoms, they have to first find a position where he is not distracted by another molecule. But he will never find one.

Likewise man wanders around for answers for his sorrows forgetting the fact that the real happiness lies within him. I don’t know whether I have conveyed anything or whether you have understood anything. I just wrote all these stuff just because of the question that arose in me, which kicked out for a wander hood in to the thoughts. Actually life can also be led happily and quite normally even if we do not think about these things, but these realizations and knowledge helps us to lead a more meaningful life. Take life as it is. Its quite simple, we sometimes make it complicated. Think and you’ll get the answers for all. Human mind should develop from its self-centeredness to the concept of one in all and all in one.

I don’t know where I started writing this and where I’m now, sorry so - ‘back to Me’

Thursday, September 28, 2006

And I cry in rain so my tears go unnoticed