Thursday, August 30, 2012

Fear and Fear,How Awful?

 'Life is a fiction which consists of sorrows, worries, tension, anxiety, fury, frustration, desperation, fear,ambition,mission,pleasure,solace, luxury,comfort,enthusiasm and the like.'

Fear is the most dangerous stage among all these states of mind.Fear will attack and  conquer you in various ways. It steals  your sleep, health,peace of mind and so on.Even your very appearance will be spoilt by the fear as this monster chooses your face to dwell on .Fear will win you nothing rather it will bring you loses and loses.Friendliness and friendship that seek your companionship, will not catch your attention and hence they will take leave of you.Fear will crush you in its kiln and burn away your caliber and potential.Fear may lead you to a corner devoid of others' reach and you may feel deprived of your importance.

Fear will take your personality to utter darkness so that the very existence of your real self may become a big question mark?Fear will paint your mind with dull colour, and so the other people will turn their faces away  and withdraw their watchful eyes.

What is the reason behind it?
The main reason is the unfulfilled goal,which is of a stature of the 'Himalayas'.Ambition definitely is an aid essential for success.Aim with dream without trial is like a 'Lottery' ticket which may steer you to prosperity,but no surety.Anxiety about failure of a mission is another condition, that renders in you a devilish fear.The wrong committed by you purposefully or unintentionally will bring you a big carton full of fear. Inferiority complex,shyness, cowardice,delicacy etc also pay way for fear and therefore interaction with others remain a far off entity.Fear of death is never the least to grab away the delight from your mind.

How can one overcome this hard phase of life?

Diminish the quantity of ambition that is tantamount to mountains.Aim to reach only that goal that befits your conditions- both physical and fiscal. Expand the mental capacity by amalgamating it with catalysts like confidence,positive vibes,sense of self-respect,self-estimation etc.If you yearn for things within your compatibility, take it for granted that nothing is impossible. It is your feeling that makes things impossible.. Build shelves yourself to showcase the product of your effort Peel off all the negative aspects of your personality and be smart to exhibit all your skill. Learn and own the good qualities of others and unlearn and disown the unsuitable ones.Success dances with those who are already on the stage.So avoid opportunities not,fail never to take pains and lose no chance that approaches you. Death is the immortal fact that none can kill.Let it take its own course and you seldom be scared of it.A coward dies many times, while the valiant only once.So die only once.Do have one fear 'the fear of God'.Turn your face away to proceed to the goal.'Yesterday is a bounced cheque. Tomorrow is a promissory-note.Today is ready cash .Spend it wisely.'

sarala.

Monday, August 13, 2012

What will be the Test -Result?




                                        Short Story

  Alok pulled a novel from the shelf and a chair from the living room. He walked towards the corridor of his house. Though it was the access way he chose a corner, so that the passers-by’s attention would not fall on him. Amma( mother) was in the kitchen engaged in her routine cuisine. While her hands were performing the formal works of chopping vegetables, grating and grinding coconut etc in a mechanical way, her mind carried a melancholic mood. She seemed to be nervous or worried about something. And so was the reason why her dishes turned to be over-spicy sometimes.

Alok opened the first page of the first chapter and  fixed both his vision and view in it .He felt that the author was very much acquainted with the conflict that used to take place  in his own family. The novel’s prelude consisted of the story of a wrangling couple. The husband unloaded his anger on the wife using abusive words, whereas the wife emptied her ire in loud voice.

“That was exactly a picture of my house(I don’t even call it a home which I feel should be made of hearts),” thought  he.
“Of course both  achhan(father) and amma together used to go out, walk, travel,  shop, purchase households and execute all such things together without fail.” When they begin their journey, amma  would be instructing achhan about taking out the car out of the gate as an expert. Achhan would follow her suggestions as an obedient husband.But that happiness or togetherness was short-lived, for no reason they engaged themselves into word-battle. When they were back  home , the very entry itself marked a bomb-blast splashing hot and bombastic words around,” continued his feelings. He closed his book and kept it back where it was.

Exchange of hot words was the couple’s hobby which never ended up in any child’s play. Both the spouses owned ’EGO’ and therefore both the egos quite often entered into clashes resulting in frowned  faces. Numerous situations had attained startling states, as one could witness within their easy approach, flight and free flow of household articles from both the sides.

“One day Achhan grabbed one of his favourite shirts from the almirah for moving out somewhere urgently. A spot of stain on the shirt was staring at him with a giggle on the lips as if to deride him.  That was more than enough for a twin fight between them. The shirt flew from his hand and fell on the ground. A sign of a glimpse of oversight or a glance of regret on  Amma’s face would have solved the problem. Instead Amma went on arguing and so was achhan. Amma took a ninety degree turn and walked away stamping on the floor uploading her rage in words,” recalled  his mind many an incident.

 Even at the slightest fault the couple arose in dense fury. None  evicted the ire from the mind. After an hour or so they behaved as if  nothing had occurred. The impression that fell in the tiny minds was indelible. Arguable nature is condemnable as argument wins you nothing. Both the persons engaged in argument feel that they are right and they only are right. None wins and none loses. The only achievement is  spoiling people’s peace of mind..

 Alok and his younger brother, who were neglected at the fullest amount,  used to keep themselves away from the front line during their parents’ tongue-exercises. And thus they could protect their bodies from injuries. The parents never cared or bothered about the two little ones. Conflicts and confusions  mastered the minds of those two young lads-one in early ‘teens’ and the other  in late teens. Both had to pass through  thorns of fight. And above that both had reached the den of stress and strain, the adolescence. The younger one Anuroop sank deeper and deeper into himself, rather he turned more and more reticent. His face always reflected a look of weighty worries and heavy thoughts.

 The elder brother Alok spent most of his time amongst  his friends like butterflies, grasshoppers etc. Those insect-friends played with him games such as ‘hide and seek’ and ‘race’. The flies were only at the winning end where he couldn’t reach them at all. He spoke to them softly about his plight. Many a time he sensed that  they had identified his melancholy and they sympathized with him.

 Then one day, which was perhaps a dull day due to black clouds in the sky, gloominess surrounded  the couple. Action faded, words lessened and food items diminished. And this was infrequent, as argument always got seated on the hot seat. The youngsters could find reason nothing for this change.  

 Fever quite often visited Alok and that was neglected by the couple amidst the tug of words. Nevertheless one day his condition worsened and hence he was taken to the hospital. And to his surprise in place of usual quarrelsome countenances, two dull faces only reached the portico. Alok’s interrogative eyes watched tears about to roll down from  both the pairs of eyes. Neither he understood  nor did the parents uncover what the matter was. Alok’s amma directly went to the bed and lay down there. Achhan  mechanically lay back on the settee, rested his head in the right palm and slipped into deep thoughts. Though gladness was rare in that family, sadness too was not found much. But now grief found its place and words once triumphed became feeble.

Alok’s search for the cause bore fruit through the medical report that happened to be in his view. The test result was not in the affirmative. His survival had become a question mark at present. Sorrow crept to everybody’s heart spreading silence everywhere in the house. Alok  realized the fact that count-down  had started in his life. He had fallen into the clutches of kidney-failure. In his case a kidney-transplantation was impossible for reasons fiscal and renal. “I don’t know if there would be any in-pour of money and any source of kidney. My parents are worried if their kidney would match me, even if we can find means to meat the expenditure,” whispered Alok .

He went out for awhile. He fixed his vision at the sky for a sign of consolation. He could see only black clouds. He watched the clouds keenly for silver lining. No, there was not even a trace. The couple spent sleepless nights and consumed food only for survival. The entire time son’s health stiffened them with strain. People wouldn’t believe their tightness  for money, as the husband drew a handsome remuneration for the job. Under the rule of ego and pride, savings had vanished from the scene.

That grave situation sowed the seeds of unity and binding between the parents. They had understood the insignificance of battle between couples. They forgot their once conspicous egos. Pride(ego) goes before a fall. “Where can I obtain money from? Who can I go to? What can I do?” Such thoughts hindered  the activities Alok’s father.

 A phone-call alerted from the nap that stroked him. “Why didn’t you inform me about the illness of our darling? If you won’t share your difficulties with your own brother ,how will you find a solution?” Alok’s paternal uncle scolded his brother. A cool breeze of comfort blew in.

The doctor’s positive nod of kidney-compatibility brought in a smile of glory to all and they heaved a sigh of relief. The parents learned a lesson and they would never enter into unwanted debate. The darkness of conflict disappeared for a new dawn of  contentment. Yes ,Alok could view  silver linings with all the clouds. He borrowed the words of John Milton and said,  “Every cloud has a silver lining.”

sarala 

ആരുടെതാകാം, Whose it can be!


         I had penned the Malayalam version a few years ago. Now I thought of passing through the translation path also.So it goes this way..... 


 ആരുടേതാകാം!


മയങ്ങിയ നേരത്ത്  മനസ്സില്‍ തെളിഞ്ഞൊരു
മങ്ങിയ രൂപം  ആരുടെതാകാം ?
ഉണര്‍ന്നൊരു  സമയത്ത് അനുഭവ ചുഴികളില്‍ 
പരതി പരതി  ഞാന്‍ ഒത്തുനോക്കി .
   
പൊയ്പ്പോയ കാലത്തിന്‍  വഴികളിലെവിടെയോ
പതിഞ്ഞൊരു ആനനത്തിന്‍  ഛായയാകാം!
അതുമല്ലയെങ്കിലോ ഒഴുകിയ  കണ്ണീര്‍ക്കണം  
 ഒപ്പിയെടുത്തൊരു   ബന്ധുവാകാം!
  
 ഇരുളില്‍ ഞാന്‍ തനിച്ചങ്ങ് ഇരുന്നൊരു
 വേളയില്‍  ഒരു തിരി തെളിയിച്ച മിത്രമാകാം!
അതുമല്ലയെങ്കിലോ മനസ്സിലെ മുറിവിന്മേൽ 
ഔഷധം പുരട്ടിയെന്‍  പ്രിയനുമാകാം!

 ചെറുപ്പത്തിന്‍ ചൂളയില്‍  ഞാനിളകിയ  നേരത്ത്
വഴികാട്ടിത്തന്നൊരു ഗുരുവുമാകാം!
അതുമല്ലയെങ്കിലോ അറിയാതെ ചെയ്തുപോയ
അപരാധം ക്ഷമിച്ചൊരു  മാതാവാകാം!

ഗൃഹത്തിലേ ഭാരത്താൽ ശിരസ്സു ചരിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ 
ചുംബനം നൽകിയ പുത്രനാകാം!
അതുമല്ലയെങ്കിലോ  നീണ്ടയുറക്കത്തിൽ 
കരംഗ്രഹിച്ചുണർത്തിയ അമ്മൂമ്മയാകാം! 


Whose it can be!

  
Whose is that face which, in my sleep
 Emerged as a gem that glows very brightly?
Looked for, in the bag of experience eagerly
And found something vague in my recollection.

Might be the image of a gleaming face
That  got carved in my memory screen.  
If not ,it may be a very dear kin
Who had wiped off the agony in me.

It may be a friend who sure lit a wick
To do away with the darkness of mind.
If not ,it may be my most loving person
Who,  medicines, applied on my wounds.


It may be my reverent Guru who guided
Me to the path right, to be biddable-docile
If not, it may be my mother most beloved ,
Who had erased  my thoughtless wrongs.

 sarala
  

Saturday, August 11, 2012



A Riddle in Rhyme.

You(U) and I


We are five of twenty six,
Stay and play with twenty one.
Power of ours can't you imagine,
 Without us sure you can't shine.

Alone only two can go,
Living together we all do.
To every country we can ride,
People find us in their need.

We all are there for precaution,
None are there in sky and fly.
One is there in 'thrill’ and ‘drill’
And another makes a step in 'best'.

Our native place is in  U.K, you know?
And  we are V.I .P's in  all countries.
We don’t need any passport record
And nor do we any visa also.

We follow certain policies,
Which you all have to justify. 
'An' in pride follows us all,
But 'a' alone can only hardly. 

Can you guess now who we are?
We are the five of English 'Letters'.
You all call us Vowels five.
A, E, I, O, and you(U)  are we.

sarala