Emotional utility

Its beeen a while since i have pained my instincts to write..I have lost my inspiration to 'Time'.
I was thinking about the human mind and emotions as a utility to be played with,used and thrown away at wish,it reminds me of a 'thing' which was lost in the mad rush and forgotten among the luxury called life.
Its nothing but the old fashioned mud stove, often a part of the lifeline of every household in India and specially in kerala,made up of bricks and mud,fuel being firewood and the housewife would light it by blowing at the flickering sticks to ignite.Life would revolve around it starting with the morning kattan chaya and it would continue throughout the day,it being witness to everything from the pranks of children to the fights of elders,gossips of the fairer sex to the love of the teenagers,the housekeeper lighting his beedi with the stick taken right from the flames.
Being a warm place ,it was the breeding, rearing spot for the very own housecat,no other place in a house, kittens feel more secure and comfortable apart from the dark,smelly attic.
Hence,it was not just a mere place to cook,the time spent around it was in reality a rendezvous with the true ,innocent nuances of life itself.
All that has become a part of history and maybe the future generations would call it the primitive culture existed in a bygone era when man was begining to find technology and modern science to cook.
We now have some excellent,innovative and designer stoves to make cooking the easiest and laziest task, at the press of few buttons,but still we eat outside,we don't find enough timeto spend in the luxurious cooking places which were called kitchens.
But where is that charm gone,the romance which was associated with the 'old' fashioned stove,people no more gather around the cooking spot now,cats are giving births on beds and sofas even the aroma of freshly coocked food is extinct,where is 'chutta kappa' and shelled cashews??
Time consume all ,the emotions,the romance and human emotions have no value in this modern era where everything is used and thrown,everything goes in to a past tense soon and forgotten just like 'The old fashioned stove'.

'lifeline'

' Look Back and Get Experience'

'Look Forward and See Hope'

' Look Around and Find Reality'

' Look Within and Find Yourself '.

Global 'Warning'

The God's own country is sweating in the heat wave, which has swept accross the land frying it and causing 'sun strokes'!! now that is new,have we ever heard about sun stroke in kerala before?? But I am not surprised at all,I used to lament on this 5-6 years before when the 'bussinesss minded' people thought that every piece of land is a pot of gold and it just needed to be made naked,devoid of all vegetation,drilled and 'piled' for super structures.
The land is burning ,and we will still be proud of our luxurious flat on the 20th floor with a swimming pool,a beauty parlour ,a pool club and a nignt club with a shopping mall to spend. But we will forget that our children will need a play ground,with trees ,birds and flowers and we will continue to forget that while we sit sipping a cool fruit punch in our living room with the AC on,65% of 'our people' who have just a cover of tarpouline or makeshift roofs over their heads, are dieing daily of the heat which will increase 5-6 degrees every year.
A land of 44 rivers ,need bottled water manufactured by an MNC to quench the thirst of its people.But what about the people who depend on wells as theit primary source of water??
we need not bother about that,we need to bother about the next property developer coming to our town and set his eye on the next piece of land,so that we can add on to our collection of 'blocks'.
The mother nature has been benevolent and patient with us so long.. but not any more..we will suffer for what we have done,for we have sold our 'mother' to the perpetrators who have manipulated and put the 'love' under jeopardy.
But then ,do we care?? because we still can afford to live..and for those people??ah! who told them not to buy AC flats,who told them not to buy bottled water??who told them to be born poor,to live poor and die poor???..among 'us'..

its so sad..that I am vindicated..

'swami cult'

There has been a ruckus in the people of south india specially with the 'new controversy',rife in the media on the sexcapades of a 'swami.'Always media wants sensational news and it sells too,specially when it is on sex and that too when linked with a 'celebrity'??? is this person a celebrity and what has he done wrong?? having consensus sex is not wrong,moreover the video doesnt show any real sexual discourse apart from some intimate scenes.I believe its just an intrusion into the privacy of a person,whoever he might be.I dont know whether he has proclaimed in open that he is a 'brahmachari'or that he is practicing celebacy for attaining the whatever called 'nirvana'.
The fault is in us, the people who believe in demi Gods and practice rituals that are superstitious and give credibility to these people who commercialise spirituality.
just consider our temples and Gods who sit there,they are just a media to earn money for sangathans and devaswoms.People flock around these temples for a darshana waiting in queues for long hours, at the same time any person with lot of money and contacts can feel the holy darshana in a jiffy.if he donates more money he gets special prasadam directly from the hands of the main 'poojari'..rubbish. We are in the thick of hipporcary and unbelievable beliefs.
This 'hot news' is the result of that hippocracy which lie in the system of each one of us.The person involved is a human after all and very basic one at that,which he proves with his actions that he is not a 'sanyasi' yet.He might be giving lectures on spirituality and seeking of ultimate truth,which anyone can give if he is a good orator and knows how to get into the psyche of a common 'superstitious man.
we must not see God in these people who present themselves to be one,the mere quality of a 'god' like person is that he never says that he should be worshipped and followed and the one who can think good for everyone,love everyone,and serve everyone,leading a simple life,being humble to the core . And hence,every human being is a God,its so simple,u need not give 'prabhashanams to be one,Mother teresa never gave one,why dont we read about her,why dont we think about her,why dont we at least think of doing even a little bit of what she has done? she never wanted any body to follow her or never had a 'fan'association.
people like martin luther king,Gandhi,Baba Amte,swami vivekananda,sri ramakrishn paramahamsa,jesus christ,Abdul kalaam and many and many more never said they were God.
When will we learn to worship them,to worship the real values and to worship ourselves....???

'some man'

Its been a while, since I have posted anything on 'my space',more so because of lack of inpirational stuff coming up from the media to comment on, rather than my laziness to put undue presssure on my imagination.well!I think i'm not being honest here,'cause there has been a lot of activity in the last few months which should have really opened my creative eye and the 'hot news'which hit the indian media was that of a 'dimunitive giant'striding along the heights of glory and success in the field of cricket.This man is now on the verge of becoming 'god',if his achievements have not made him still.Someone said ,and I quote...'I saw god today,on the cricket field in Gwalior,he is 5'5" tall and weilds a willow and is a maharastrian'..many words have been said about this man,who relentlessly,tirelessly surge forward,nothing seems to be an obstacle in his path and when everyone thought, ultimately he has come of his age and by now he must guide the next generation and retire, he has produced a beauty out of nowhere,that is the greatness of this man. I just went about researching a little bit on people of his fraternity who had achieved greatness in their fields,around the world.When this 'boy'stepped foot on the international cricket field against terrefying pakis..schumaker was yet to drive a formula 1,lance armstrong was nowhere cyclying and doing tour de fanc,Lionel messi was in his nappies,Tiger woods was not known,Roger federer was learning to hold a tennis racket.Kapil,srikkanth were still playing the same game..people have come and gone,but this man is still holding on to it and holding it more firm now.back to back tonnes. I remember the 'very nemesis of this man', steve bucknor'showing his two palms and grimacing when this little champ hit fleming for a six, straight over his head on the sharjah cricket ground ,where even a sand storm couldnt stop him from tearing apart the Australians.
The same gesture is all ,what I can share and opine.he will go on...and on.. but one thing is assured,next day he comes on to the field he is again the same man with the enthusiasm of a teenager and with spark in his eyes and hunger in his belly ,for more..and more and we can sit back and watch 'the master at work, on another sunny day..
uh!

'Freedom'

Just been thinking about the meaning of 'freedom' and I am happy I met a wonderful person with whom i could interact and extract something about the'sense of freedom'.
Freedom is in a way related to the sense of fear, the moment we lose fear of attempting something new or doing anything extraordinary,we attain freedom. As the sense of fear resides in the subconsious mind,it is the subconsious mind which defines the boundaries of freedom
and the pragmatic approach would be to prepare the subconcious mind to take the consious mind onto the level where,anything is possible..
Also,freedom is doing things that the mind tells oneself,confining to the boundary set by the subconsious mind of righteousness and justice.We attempt anything that our inner self proclaims would be the path to freedom,as the subconsious mind is always right and just and we are free to do anything,if we are not stealing,killing or conspiring.No questions asked and no answers given.

But are we really free?? and independent??

remembring 'achchan'

I remember a very vivid picture of him lying on the metallic bench covered with white cloth upto the neck,chicken pox marks on his face which were almost receding, maybe due to lack of life and heat in the body,not conducive for the virus to thrive.He was about to be pushed into the red hot furnace for cremation, my brother and myself doing the last rites.
This picture remains very clear because that was the most recent, and i would like to remember more of him,i try many a times to recall the small incidents, which in a way craft a bond between the father son relationship for the 12 years,we were together.
But,we humans have this tendency to forget and time always plays funny,it doesn't respect people,relationships and it is beyond any emotional bondage.But even then...sometime not everything is elusive and things which i dont remember of him,i hear from many people who were around for longer times and who have known him much better..
As a son,I had the opportunity to learn very few things from him,and the one I still remember is when,during the usual geetha paraayanam in the evening he told me,always think good of others,and do your maximum to help people in need.you may suffer a lot, but if you always think good ,it will always come back to you as kind,and mostly when you need it.He lived his thoughts.He never amassed any wealth in life and whatever he earned gave it to his long list of kins.
He left us a legacy,a treasure of goodwill,which is invaluable and even today when I hear people talk about him in high esteem, my eyes start to fill and i have goosebumps all around.What he said was right, for we are known by his name, even today.
He was a very tough man,who grew up as the eldest of 9 members and had lot of struggle in his life to sustain a livelyhood for all the members and he succeeded.I get strength from him when i face difficulties in life and realize how tough a life,he would have led.
I have rarely seen him laugh but, i believe he was a very jovial person too.his younger brothers tell me about the pranks they all used to do,when he returns on vacation from border.As he was the master of the 'house' he would ask each of his brothers to massage him,lying on his back and they would compete with each other to do it for they know that they are going to get some real 'tip' from him after that.
I remember him today,as he was taken away 25 years ago,exactly on the same day.Its a long time, but then his memories even if few,have brought us so far and long time to go further till I too go into oblivion,as do everyone else,but what we leave behind is important,as he did...