The Wind. Posted by rahul s , Friday, 17 December 2010 at 05:30, in Labels: journey, life, Wind

Nice to see my page still working.

And so,here I am back with my Informal Ideas....




The perpetual journey through the ocean of life is making me realizing the bliss and the agony.I often feel life is like the waves created by the action of Wind.The trough and the crest,the amplitude and the frequency , all depends upon the intensity of the Mighty Wind.How can we interpret 'The Wind' in our lives? This is rather a simple question with complicated answers and it varies from individual to individual.

My perception of Wind took me through the path of Self Consciousness- the quality that can help us in discerning our character,understanding conscience,ethics and guide us to the point where our inner and external souls meet.Self consciousness can travel us through the challenges in life ;the route I should follow so that I can see the ones around me happy and down the line I can analyze my accomplishments.

Now,the "Challenge' plays important role in determining our 'Wind'.That is why i believe there is no clear cut definitions for that simple word. So what is your thought on it ? How you feel your 'Wind' is?

Worship Posted by rahul s , Monday, 11 January 2010 at 00:00, in Labels: life, worship

Flowing through the life like the water in a river,
Melted into it like the air in the universe.

Long search for a way to spiritual happiness took me no where.I was frozen in my room not even able to scribble on my web page.Variegated beliefs and nuance practices made me sick and sad being unable to find any solace.
I realize nothing but the formal ways of worship is just one of the thousand methods to attain inner happiness.But ,now being antagonist,it seems I am much more happier.Flowing with the life, with no limits and no constraints.More stronger, mentally and physically.
Worship can never be confined to the walls of church or temple.For it is an attitude towards life,a response to the universe around us,a diligence to the experiences that come along us.

Do you have the Power in you? Posted by rahul s , Wednesday, 21 October 2009 at 11:55, in Labels: journey, life, meaning of life, Philosphy, power, self

When my friend got into an altercation with another my classmate,a guy who intermediated to resolve the case turned up and advised "hey,why are you fighting with him? You know who his Dad is? Don't forget he is a rich business man.He's got money ,he's got power and he can do anything against you"

Isn't this how many of us think of Power - the richest man in the city or the one who can control others?

Searching different web pages for a rather philosphical meaning of Power,I ended up on the concept of 'Inner Purity' .Great peronalities like Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King,Mother Teresa ,all influenced people not because of their bank balance .They were all 'authentic' .They were all true to oneself and open to all.They could change a community by being oneself.That is the 'True Eternal Power'. The earlier is just virtual,illusion and it perishes when one looses his material.

Do you have the power in you?

Have you ever attempted to know your self and asked "how can I make my life count for something?" ?

Have you been tired of fatigued of being suppresed of your ideas?

Do you love your self an give respect to others values like you do yourself ?

Do you have the direction in which your life is meant to go?

Have you got the access to your own spirit of soul ?

Are you in the right place at the right time?

To be onself is a human and univeral power which brings with it a cornucopia of blessings.Attaining openness is a life time endeavour and no body can make it all the way.We can just travel through the path as much as we can and something we learn day by day,implement in our lives.According to my web based research, here are some ways to begin the journey-

-Pay attention to the sourrounding,inwardly and outwardly.

-Try to think differently,don't be shy in doing that and its not a wrong thing to do .

-Soltitude is the heart of self knowledge.Amalgamation of ideas takes place only when we are left alone.Being alone will make us realize what is good and what is wrong for us.This process makes us tougher inwards and tenderer outwards. Trust me.I have the experience.

Life is a curious journey.It becomes more intersting when we start living with the 'True Power'.

Do you have the power in you?

A painful Reality. 8-( Posted by rahul s , Saturday, 12 September 2009 at 11:48, in Labels: life, poverty, reality, travel

A break .... I took it purposefully.I just wanted to know how and what impact one's in-activeness can cause.I just wanted to experience the pain of how to control our addiction (recently,blogging became my passion).Well I got the results.

Its impossible to resist our addictions.No wonder why smokers and drinkers take too much pain ( I understood your problem,you guys..!! heh). And the impact, its directly proportional as I have noticed my viewership count per day going down steeply and sharply.Also the number of response reduced.

Now , straight to the business.I was deprived of the 'scenery' of extreme poverty and slum based life until I had a recent tour to central India.An incident I came across during my life's flow is still clinging in me like a bell all the time.Its irritating.It cannot be purely classified into the group of 'incident' but its actually the reality.Reality of a 'Shining ' 'developing' nation or a third world country...

This city has got unique mode of city travels.Minibuses,Magiks ans rickshaws makes the face of the city.My experience with the minibus started with an unimpressive note when the money collector fooled me by demanding Rs 12 ticket instead of 5 .This resulted me in using Magiks more often than buses.Also Magiks were more comfortable,newer and cleaner.


One day when I was travelling in one of those magiks ,a family of five boarded it.A father ,a mother and three children.They took the seat opposite to mine and so I could see their faces .I still remember the faces like a clear crystal.I could do it neither because they were looking attractive .In fact they were just like the one in millions of those who belonged to families of below average richness level .It was pathetic.

Three children ,one at most four years of age,another not more than two and the last may be a year old.But the eldest one and the second one never looked like one from their age .I assumed their age giving ample time gap in between.Anyone could see the extreme degree of under-nutrition on their faces.Their face dia was just equal to the smallest of the cabbages you can buy from the market.Their eyes were drooping and they were silent .The youngest one was hardly visible and he was tightly secured in his mothers arms.The condition of the mother and father were equally worse likt these children.Maybe they have suffered even more difficult times during their childhood.Who knows eh..!


As I watched ,they detrained from the vehicle and went into oblivion...

Frankly speaking , I am experiencing this for the first time..this is the India's other side of the coin.I guess the situations in other third world countries are similar.There may be billions of people across the continent who share the same misfortunes.There are many things which we haven't seen and we haven't heard.There are many.Can I do something for them? I don't know yet.For some problems, its hard to get solutions.

Is there any sort of solution? At least in the smallest of ways? Please share it . Please.

A look back to my village... Posted by rahul s , Tuesday, 30 June 2009 at 11:04, in Labels: city, life, nostalgia, school days., village

I spent a large chunk of my educational days in rural-semi rural regions of Kerala.When we shifted to Cochin,obviously it was a hard process for me to cop up with the so called metropolitan life.

I often found it dificult to perch between my traditional thoughts and city concepts.

Earlier at times,I thought it better for me to go back to my village .The mechanical life,the daily hurry- burry,tension,pollution,hard life...these were the general perception of mine about a city.

Last week I had a trip back to my village after a very long time and I couldn't resist recalling those good old days.Thinking of those days in Edathuva,23 kms southeast of Alleppey,the aura still keeps coming ...from somewhere,some how...The memory owerpowered me like a salt tide flooding into an estuary.

Cuckoos where the first one to wake me up every morning.Even before my mother.They were like natural alarms.Evenmore efficient and never needed any batteries to run on. En route to my school ,the paddy fields ,elaborate network of canals bringing water and wet cows mazing tender green grass were too good scenes that I never remeber to forget.

The air was fresh even in the afternoons and when I was back from my school,I never felt any tiredness.I still remember...I rush to the near by uncultivated paddy field where we childhood friends played cricket and football according to the seasons.When it was raining,we prefered football and got mixed with the soil and digged the land better than how a tractor does.

I cherished my summer days.Cricket was the main sport but the 'stadium' remained the same.Even though I was the worst cricketer on the pitch,it was just a fun soaking under the heat of sun and a mild sun stroke.Visitng my relatives was the next big hobby.Used to get a boat or an ordinary trademark transport bus with busted edges and leaking roofs .

Rains made my village gorgeous and she was more sexy during this period of the year.The light greens,brown shades turned into intense green with a bluish ingrain.The river often flooded and I could easliy touch the water within two steps down my house's front door.At this time,even a seeve was enough for me to do fishing .

I learned to swin in the sacred river Pamba which brused up the banks near my house.Instead of tubes,we used fiber stem of banana trees that always listened to the bouyancy theory.

My pets cows,dogs,cats....roosteers,ducks,crows,kooyil,sparrow,humming birds....and occasional visitors like rat-snakes,cobras,mangoose etc etc.

The festivals..onam,vishu,christmas etc...there it was a heritage ..the Utsavams in temples and Perunals in churches...it was a celebration...the boat races...etc etc.No matter whether its happiness or sorrow,the men over there shared it around a bottle at Toddy Shops(Kallu Shap).

Eh..It was a time....And now I am a transformed metro man....But deep in my inner mind,I would like to remain as a village boy..For always and forever..

Dream Posted by rahul s , Sunday, 21 June 2009 at 08:23, in Labels: angel, dating, dream, joy, life, mystery, mystic lady, travel

I was on a journey back to Cochin all the way from Aleppey.Sitting on the front non driver seat, not an easy job for me these days.In fact travels are not a fascination for me anymore.I tried to escape myself from this stinky feelin by bidding into the Sidney Sheldon thriller, I recently bought from a bookfest at a reduced cost.The accelerating air in to my face explained me the principles of air resistance and fluid motion.Still I tried to keep my eyes open,but I was failed attrociously .I was into a dream....

I was in somewhere , an unknown place, a city ,a calm environmen.Its almost a faint memmory and too hard to figure it out .So I am going to assume some names to these places (just for the sake of reading).Guess it was Santiago,Chile's capital.Today's Sancahram in Asianet News was about this Chilean Capital.So obviously it may be the same place.But to my wonder, there was a lady with me.I dont know ...Who she is? From where did she come? And was she really with me?eh. I remember her face covered in the mist.Was she a latin american beauty?A european goddess an asian angel or an indian diva ?Any way I was enjoying my moments with her.The president's palace, fountain,spanish & french sculputres,landscapes,blue daisies, every where we went ,it was so joyful.As if we were in contract of a bollywood film,it took seconds to swap from place to place.Were we dancing??Hmm guess not.huh.Chatting,chatting,chatting...that was we were doing all the time.What was the subject? ...I have no idea.I think she was enjoying like I was.We were sitting opposite each other across the dazzling table in Lou Vicente Santana Cafe.Her face was like a shade under the dim candle light.I was noting out the menu card and that is the way I remembers the cafe name.Waiting after the orders,we resumed our talk.And that moment came when I ,she leaned forward for a romantic kiss.I inclide my head best suiting for the kiss and her eyes were closed.But suddenly the lights went off and a jet of strong wind hit me....

I heard my brother screaming at me."Hey u sleeping huh? We reached the Arookutti toll.Do you have 5rs for it? I am not having any coin." With not much time to spend static,I hurried in my pocket and settled the bill.I was annoyed,though they never knew what was i doin eh..So no complaints.I tried to restart my tape of dream but it never happend.By the time we reached our parking lot.There she went .Went with the wind.I wished it was an eternal dream.Unceasing and timeless ,filled with all the buoyant mood on this earth.Was she the one I was looking for?I wonder...will this lady and this dream ever return to me.I hope so.Waiting...and waiting...

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