A Journey of Love and Peace..

                                         Lasheen - Never forgotten!!

To this beautiful human being/friend who came , touched many and left as a gentle breeze . To this wonder who re - affirmed my belief in connections beyond what meets the eye!

Art thou on the journey

thou embarked upon
One that spreads its wings
and flies over the horizon

Art thou on the journey
thou embarked upon
One that whistles its way
through the dark alley

Art thou on the journey
thou embarked upon
One that drives thou
to the inane thrills

Art thou on the journey
thou embarked upon
One that ripples through
layers of imagination

My friend, art thou still

on this journey

On a plane unbeknownst to us

Though the planet a little less bright
Though minds a little less agile
Though eyes a little less playful
Though the Cup Of Life a little less full

A deep layer from 

the abyss whispers
Thou art on an eternal journey
A journey of Love and Peace !

I do Nothing, they say !

Funny Faces
Mocking me?
Is it me
or is it them?
Sanity i know not
who defines

I do nothing
they say.

I do
i say.
I sing
but they no hear
I write
but read they not
I cook
But no morsel they taste
I clean
only to be dirty again
I sacrifice
they comprehend not
I happy
but they no feel.

I do nothing
they say.

When i go Home,
the Good Lord
will hold me close
whisper into my ear
'Your song i hear
You write so well
Food so fine i never did taste
I walk with you when in pain
Your happy waves touch my shore.
Results i no seek
Your intentions i see.
As pure as they are

dear to me you are.

I do nothing
they say
It matter not
I say.

Back to School Story

"Aiyyo..ee school onnu pettannu thurannu kittiyal mathi !!! "
(Transliterated to : Gosh ! I wish the school re- opened soon !)


I screeched repeatedly the last five months. You may ask "Why five months???" When all the parents, err...mothers undergo the same torture for only two months, why am I blessed with the extra three months?? Yea , my positive mind believes that I receive extra blessings, even in the form of months :/


Now, back to the horrendous question: Why five months??


We parents , especially mothers like to believe that we are super smart when it comes to decisions about our children!! (Okay! Fathers don't need to go HA HA HA !! It is a fact that we are smart) I am not sure if I will inherit any money from my mother but I have for sure already inherited this characteristic feature proudly from her, the super smart one! So when we moved my sons school, the school authorities advised to keep him in school until the start of summer holidays also warning us that keeping him at home for five months could prove very taxing (For who?? Wish they spoke with a little more clarity :'( ) Sorry, the super smart parents are not willing to give in. We said with vigour "Nothing doing ! We will not pay the school fees unnecessarily . He shall start the new academic year in September, which is five months later." They agreed.

Triumphant- We!!


After the five month duration I ask :

Do I look like my blood has been sucked out of my system??
Do I look like I have lost the battle of life ?
Is my hair violating Newtons law of gravity ??

This particular illness can only be termed as " Holiday Effects". Whose holiday ? is a very relevant question to be asked. Yes I would reply, MY SON'S HOLIDAYS as if shaken out of a haunting memory .
So,coming to think of it. Five months of keeping a 10 year old boy at home has been a super demanding task. Keeping him engaged, answering his questions every five minutes, attending to his 'BOOOOREEEEEDDD' shouts in the form of hot snacks! Also his ' WILL COLLAPSE IF NOT MET NOW' demands ranging as below:

FOOOD
TeeeeeVeeeeee
PS4
HuuuuuG (???)
KiiiiiiiiiiSS (?????)
I ran out of ideas, I ran out of enthusiasm, I ran out of patience, I ran out of all the philosophical and spiritual lines which held me together, I simply ran out of my sanity !!

Everyday I prayed to help me keep calm and send constant reminders to my brain cells that this child is 23 years younger than me .
So after the melodramatic five months, Shan today is back to school.
When he walked into the new campus waving me goodbye, there was a mild pull in my chest. No, you don't need to go 'Awww', yet !! It was the familiar one which precedes an upcoming excitement.I looked forward to the solitude awaiting me at home. I got back home and the first hour was absolute bliss. In the next hour I responded loudly to a call I thought I had heard, the same call that had kept bombarding my eardrums every five minutes in the last five months. It took me a few seconds to realise that I was actually responding to the imaginary "Ammaa" call. I felt a pang and it came from the deepest core of my being. One that only a mother or a person with a motherly instinct can empathise with. I looked at the peacefully quiet PS4,the countless game CDs , his clothes, his books. The house looked impeccably clean and enviably calm.
I missed Shan. In my silence and thoughts about him, I came of realisation that in my overwhelming desire to send him back to school, I had not wished my child good luck for his new academic life in his new school.


In guilt I shut my eyes . It took me only a second to slip into a prayer for all the children returning to school after their holidays. I asked for forgiveness on behalf of all the mothers who would have cursed and punished their children during the holidays out of frustration . I am sure all the mothers would agree with me that our children have taken birth from the very depths of our soul and no force can snatch away the unconditional love we will feel for them till eternity. I am also sure that they will see us beyond all the screaming , yelling and come of understanding some day that they were and will always be a part of our beating heart.


God bless all the beautiful children of the world and God ,please, bless us mothers a little more ( to act of our age !!)