Victim

Why is this always happening to one or the other? Is it a contagious plague aimed at destroying the humane disposition of the humans or is it like every person I meet is just another Oscar winner? I am not sure whether this is so common to be deceived right at the face rather I am the most frequent victim of such crazy deeds. It happens often that the person presumably the closest has hundred different unseen faces. It’s amazing how they dig such underpasses when you have the least of the nightmare. And this is even disheartening to realize finally, all such crooked ways when you struggle to rise or some how attaining the lost balance. How hard I have been trying to be honest and straight forward all my life? It was even difficult to remain intact many a time due to these ideals inculcated. All in vain for you get stamped... The world is so intricate and so are each personas. The wicked ways are captivating than the earnest narrow path. But I am glad as God always revealed me the twists and turns hidden. The time may be odd yet I could learn many unwritten laws of the beautiful world. It is sometimes your friends, or your colleague and even the one you love most. But the anguish and the time to heal your wound all have the same sour taste. I am tired of these insane mannerisms and the most wretched part is that I still can’t hate them all. No matter how hard I strive to value the relationships it hits me back at the most unexpected moment. Justice is always denied in all facets of life... Life will get easy in the coming days for no one cares for anyone Clutches of egotism will grab every single soul for else you will wither … Yet I seize the chance to dream of another day as serene as one could wish for !!

A Tale

It has been two months since I became a member of the blog family. An entry so silent and unnoticed for my predecessors was mightier. But as the little David stood confidently before the Goliath so have I taken the initial steps. Though I am not a mom yet I could feel the same anxiety as in when the child takes the first steps. My joy knew no bound when I got the first comment from total strangers or rather the so called “Writing Goliaths”. It’s now time to disclose how I began my journey into the world of ‘Tara rum pum’. I always wanted to do this but hesitant for unknown reasons. It was then my church turned 150 (I mean years). Ebby always loved to bring into play whatever talents or interests he has when it comes to church. There he was directing a 20 minute documentary comprising of all the celebrations and projects undertaken during the year as part of the celebration. The script writing was on my shoulder. Though he knew that I love writing not even once had he come across any of my creations. But still he had faith in me. That was the best part. I did it and he was like ohw baby !! Huh ! You might be wondering what a funny start. But he flooded me with his steaming inspiration that I had no other choice and here I am … As I stood baffled at the doorstep with hopes as high as Everest I could see a ray of concern and a soothing welcome smile. Thank you guys and I wish for many more hands to take me in..

Harvest Festival !

Annual Thanksgiving and harvest festival. This is a much awaited day in the church calendar. We follow the Anglican tradition and there are not many festivals. So its like making the most of it !!! Various church organizations were pitching to achieve the target amount. This goes into projects previously declared. Besides, all families will bring in, something or the other for auction which is held soon after the church service. Early day’s people use to bring forth their first yield as free will offering to the altar. Now where are the crops ? Hence modified to anything valuable. There were almost 600 items in the list. A fellowship time indeed ! A venue to meet all the old friends and families … It’s a free will offering and from the core of heart we should experience it. This is the most beautiful way to cherish the abundant blessings poured on us ! Did I fail to do so ? I was so worried or am still .. Its hard to practice ..

Twisted Resources

Today was a great day!! I regained my lost vigor and finished almost all of the piled up work both at home and office. And I am here again jotting down all that I feel. Life is playing all vulgar jokes but I fear to grumble for we never realize the immense blessings we experience day after day. Trials and pain never ends and it’s so diverse, but not a single soul without it. This is about how we perceive things. It’s the human nature that surprises me. Each person believes their sorrow to be the worst of all. I believe I am a good listener for my friends (whom I never expected) come and share their problems. Not even one I met wish to alleviate the pain rather they choose to ponder over their own notions. Yet they act like this whole confession is aimed at the very happy ending. Often I sit with sealed lips and believe me, it works. Beauty of silence ! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Who will hear the cry of the abandoned children and the crippled souls of Bhopal ? The world with all its rich colors turned black in no time for hundreds. Do they still dream high ? Disasters and calamities are the most favorite gadget of the greedy politicians and filthy businessmen. Yet another safe resource! That’s all I can ever sense. I remember one of my friends saying ‘what worthiness do we possess than those innocent souls to be safe and sound’. Still we grumble and grumble …..

Weapon in disguise

This is based on a routine fight (obviously between Ebby and me). Ever since I started as a serious blogger, the story has a different climax. But I realized last morning only that the happy ending is not for his concern for me but a bit beyond that. This is the plight of every Keralite woman I guess if not I believe it like ways for trillion reasons to console myself. Do you men ever recognize how we love to be waked up by the kiss of the sun? It’s not necessary that you stay till 8 in the morning just in time to see all the chores done. With the 19th ploy I succeeded in kicking Ebby off the bed by 7:30 at the least. He is always at my service to help clear the garbage. It’s indeed a task worth mentioning for everyday we play P.T.Usha & Ben Johnson to catch the whistle man downstairs. I still am confused about his intention in doing so. Before Ebby’s intervention the victor was always the garbage man. A major achievement as my kitchen smells fabulous all the time now. I never knew a silly comment could bring forth such brisk transformation !

Random

Back to work ! The wheels will never stop nor consider the exertion to make the road smooth. Often I nag about the same schedules day after day. Nevertheless, shift from this routine will perturb the life too. Perplexing as always.. A nice weekend though. Fun time with cousins and friends. Chapattis replete with home made butter and chicken added more colours to my chef hat. I missed my sis. We use to make chapattis (the only cooking I did before marriage). It was fun as we chattered endlessly till we get a bang from my mom. From where on earth we got such amazing topics? Aah happy times. I always tried to repeat the story with Ebby, but in vain. After the dinner we rushed into the theatre to watch Kerala café. The film was amazing. It’s a mystery how they weaved together entirely different stories. In my opinion, the film addressed all the present chaos and traditions prevailing in the society. The outlook conveyed, made the movie way beyond the usual stuff.

My first ever twitter meesage!!

Look...who twitted me last day...!!!

Unusual happenings !

I missed something. Two more unusual happenings. One I sang carols along with 23 other friends from church. This will be telecasted next month. Update about the exact time and date will follow soon. I never knew that I can manage to perform in front of the camera. Rather we all were enforced. No matter how good we sang the programme manager was unhappy. He insisted that all of us should perform as a team. May be the influence of reality shows ! That was the hard part. But I guess we succeeded as I could see a sunshine smile after the retake.  5 songs on the whole and it took less than a couple of hours. Smart? Song or the performance ? !

The mike (not the only one) was placed right in front of me. Besides it so happened that I stood next to our trainer. Can you imagine any other reasons to drain my fuel? Gathering all my courage, wishing that my mike cable go loose I sang as never before, coz I was performing too. Peeping now and then to see the expression of our master (coz he might be hearing my voice this clear for the first time) I managed to sway with a smile as insisted by the co-coordinator and to sing ! Here ends the story and the princess lived happily ever after ….

Over to the next event.

As part of the sesquicentennial celebrations a short documentary was made on the history and major achievements of the church. Ebby and his friend spend scores of sleepless nights for this and the surprise is that Ebby permitted me to take up the voice over. Dubbing is my recent passion and I always beg him for this. Not even once he dared for a trial. It’s a puzzle unsolved. But together we made it. It was a splendid piece of work as reported by our friends. His grace !

It’s my biggest wish now, to do this again. I love doing it except for the script writing.

Memorable day

I had witnessed a remarkable occasion! The sesquicentennial of our church. Well, do you know the word meaning ? Frankly I dint know about this word in my lifetime till last November. That was when our church turned 150. Isn’t it extraordinary? As I stood delighted amidst the august gathering it’s not the history that shook me but the serenity and charm within the church. I was taken aback to my childhood days where I use to attend the services with much interest. It was not for the beauty of the service but it was the color of new skirts and frocks that hooked me. My ammachi always had money to buy my sister and myself new dresses every month. The church was the only place to wear those without any scolding from my mom. But as I grew up my fascinations also changed. Songs came next in the list. I feel the meaningful lyrics are better than any prayer. I still remember the days when I use to sit for hours with my mom to learn diverse songs so that I can sing along with the choir on Sundays. I cannot trace when all this fascinations changed. In no time, the church was more like a friend rather a shoulder to lean. How many times I cried sitting alone in the wooden bench made 100 years back. But there were occasions to rejoice as well. I wonder will ever my church go weary by the same silent cries and laughter year after year ? The quiet hours are worth it though! I started this with an intention to share the events that made our valedictory function splendid. Guess who was the chief guest ? I was mesmerized by the speech he delivered, the cheers he extended and the vision he shared. Dr. Shashi Tharoor spoke as though he was in some theological seminary since few years. It was amazing. The perfect blend for the event !

Random

Wee-wooo !!! Am so happy and in high spirits .. You might consider this silly but for me, gosh ! I've been trying to work this out for so long a time or to be frank was just pretending to at the least. Its a new technique ohw! I need to mention beforehand. I work with Electron Microscopes. If it sounds alien, this is a special tool to take you further down into the mesmerizing nanoworld. Nano - that’s the sate of the art of science. Hey I made it - to make nano sections out of the whole tissue junk which you get to evaluate. I may talk on and on regarding my work and my research I mean the other me, so better stop now. Okie something more interesting ? I started singing again!! Dazed? I use to sing in choirs at my teens. But somehow it gave up the ghost. My talents the greatest gift, but stupid me. Ahh don’t get into the impression that am a mallu Celine Dion. But I can sing with no fleeing cows! Anyways my desire consumed that something which pulled me back. Am gonna rock with the church crew ! Sure will update the welcome air though. Its like am I getting all that I dream?

Random

And here comes, all pink and wrapped in a peice of cloth like an angel. Our friends (Ebbys & mine) daughter. After tireless waiting we saw her for the first time.. she was crying as though in search for her lost warmth and comfort within the womb. I wonder how amazing are Gods ways ! A new beginning fresh like a blooming rose.. Hopes and wishes as sweet as the fragrance of the garden rose ..

first step

Friends The thought was always popping up ... whether to create or not. Finally yes !!