Thursday, April 23, 2020

Experiencing the Ephemeral


Have you ever experienced an unexpected moment of awe- inspiring epiphany? A wide expanse of greenery, the sound of waves and the sea breeze and the majesty of mountains are all awe inspiring. However, I have experienced epiphany in unlikely situations throughout my life. Be it while standing in a crowd of strangers on a beautiful beach or while sipping tea looking at a mesmerizing valley in a quaint Himalayan village while reading my favourite Murakami or while staring out of the window of the train and you see a solitary tree in a green meadow. I feel like suddenly everything goes quiet, and even though it is for one fleeting second, the world belongs to me.

I remember my parents taking me to an estuary (the place where the river meets the sea) when I was quite young. The estuary was banked by two hills. We hiked up one of the hills to take in the view from above. My parents were ahead of me on their way to the precipice and when I noticed a field of flowers next to me. I ran into the field and found myself lying on the ground looking up at the brilliant blue sky. I could smell the sweet flowers and then, just for a moment, I realised that this is a once in a lifetime experience. It is the first time in my life that I experienced what I later came to know as an epiphany.

As a teenager, I used to go camping regularly. During one such camp, we were taken to a sea shore one evening and there, suddenly, I was left alone and as I stood there gazing at the sea I felt the sense of an epiphany sweeping over me. The quietening of the surroundings, the distant laughter of my camp-mates and the constant breeze ruffling my hair combined with the limitlessness of the ocean made a beautiful memory for me.

Last summer, I had the most wonderful vacation with my family in Meghalaya. It was quite charming for an arranged tour. We were taken to a sacred grove in Mawphlang village by a local guide. My parents followed the guide along the path as he gave colourful explanations of the flora and fauna found inside the grove and the folklore of the tribe. My sister and I hung back and took our time exploring. We were well into the grove, when a sudden fog moved down the valley enveloping the sacred grove and us with it. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had.

Here is to the eternal hope of experiencing more such surreal moments.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

BUS STOPS


I was travelling home from the city today…On the rare occasion of getting a window seat…I was enjoying the view of the familiar roads… suddenly the bus came to a stop at head post office…I was suddenly thrown back two years…back to the days when I used to go for engineering entrance coaching..images of my friends (who all live in the same area) running like they are in an Olympic race when the sole bus that goes to their area comes..leaving me behind..Waving as their bus passes me by…
I remember rushing to catch a bus on a day where they let us go late…the sky was darkening and the shadows were falling…it was exciting to be out at such an hour..(now its commonplace..:P).
The bus moved and I bade a silent farewell to that phase of my life…
Next, the memories of an even earlier period of life came rushing back when the bus came to a halt at Nadakkavu bus stop… this bus stop witnessed my comings and goings to and from my (not so necessary) science tuition class (I just went because my friends went)….in 10th and my early basketball coaching days always ended in this particular bus stop (We used to go to another school for coaching)… even before that this bus stop came to my life…when my mother used to take me to swimming classes (ahem!..i think I will survive if put into a river..but it is doubtful..i was not very good at it..and one day I almost drowned..making me forever apprehensive about my ability to swim)…
I distinctly remember the lottery ticket seller’s speaker cackling out a list of lotteries for the week. In fact, this bus stop had inspired me to write one of my first articles..’The college bus ride’.
Well, the bus driver finally decided to stop waiting for non-existent passengers and began driving again.
Soon enough, the bus came to a stop at Eranjipalam…one of the places which has changed beyond recognition in a decade.. big trees cut down…tall buildings came up..its a whole development aspect..(sadly)
This was the bus stop I saw daily..on my way to school…and in earlier days my friend’s house used to be near this very stop…it was special for one more reason…it was the first bus stop I was allowed to travel to alone…you know first step towards independence..:)..
It seemed like the bus stop had moved on..just like my friend had.. but I cannot deny a certain kinship I still feel towards Eranjipalam.
The bus moved forward as the signal turned green…taking me to my earliest bus memories…frankly it was a fiasco..a whole situation where my mother came late to get me and I was taken away with the huge yellow school bus..(I went all around the city..taking in the view happily…not at all giving away that i am lost…only to return to the school where finally my paranoid mother found me eating a cupcake that a sympathetic teacher had bought me)..I was in 1st standard and the stop that I missed was civil station.
The bus was on its way again..
Pachakil….an acquired surname of a friend who had a very common name and lived in that area….many many memories…mostly of getting down there as she is always late… the bus stop where I got down to walk a long way to my Maths tuition class…my first ever tuition class…I joined there in 9th.(.as I was clueless in maths as I had missed classes for a month due to chicken pox.)
And last buss not the least…my Chevarambalam…my home for the last 13 years…the place which saw me through my childhood and teenage.. to which I bade a temporary goodbye when I left for college…knowing I will always be back…J
Without my realizing…these bus stops have become an inseparable part of my life..a part of the stories that I share…the life which was once mine..now no longer…Symbols of happy and sad times of my life… witnesses to successes and disappointments I felt…
I shook my head and revived myself from the reverie and also due to the stares I could feel from my co-passengers…( who wouldn't..if a person is smiling from ear to ear..looking outside..at an undefined spot)..
I got down and waved at the familiar cleaner in the bus…before walking home…J

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

INSIDE PICTURES...

That morning was just like any other morning for everyone. No natural calamities had struck. No man-made disasters had occurred  But for me it was the day i got to see the pictures of my insides. Some call it ENDOSCOPY, I prefer using the phrase 'clicking pictures of my insides'(make it sound lighter and less scarier). 
The day started with me doing 3 of the most difficult things for me..going without food, water and morning coffee!!...Imagine having to survive on just your saliva for half a day...sounds terrifying!!..
Anyways, I got dressed and jumped into the car just to get over with it as early as possible. Just then the radio station decided to mock me by playing the song 'chembavul' which narrates all the tasty food you can imagine ranging from mangoes to payasam (kheer). Ironical..you know? 
After getting the endoscopy done (puked a hell lot!!) i was craning my neck to see the pictures of my stomach while the doctor acquitted my stomach of all charges. And i hurried home eager to eat something!..

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

MARRI- 'AGE'

I was trudging along mavoor road, a city hub of calicut, making my way through faceless crowds. I was tired after after a long day... i stood leaning on a pillar when an old woman of about 60 years of age came and asked me which bus i was waiting for. I, as an unsuspecting person told her my destination and she smiled and said she too was headed for the same direction......i nodded my head and smiled politely.But alas! being polite turned out to be quite a crime as you may find out later.....

Ok....so once she got my green signal (my smile) she started.... i wont call it talking....it was really jabbering.... she told me her hand was paining for two months. I kept on nodding my head at the indistinct and unrelated things she was narrating.


The bus arrived as a relief and i hurried to get on it.. but unfortunately i found a seat next to ms.chatterbox
again.!..."ah molo? mokethra vayasayi"? I was totally taken by surprise. "17" i muttered..(it happened in 2011)."oh so you are planning to marry at 23 or 25?" I was flabbergasted at first....but more than that irritated ....I said (still politely)
"haven't though about it yet aunty" she said something inaudible and incoherent "But you have to do it by 25 at least" I decided to play along..."not before 25" I replied...which was accidentally the exact age of her niece when she got married and which according to her is LATE.....real late...

After blabbering more on the topic of late marriage she blurted "so you are'nt allowed to wear ornaments?"
I said "i dont like to wear it".....it triggered her into her rich childhood with chains and bangles and poverty stricken friends who envied her to the now pension recepient friends and an envious her....

I asked her about her family.... she had a son ..a prodigal one....forced to travel in bus .....and their flat rent was 3000 per month and she hated mostly everyone...

I could see the tragedy of life behind her vigorous dislike and sense the bitterness in her voice....

I said goodbye to her and walked home .....  I stopped in my tracks...

I had forgotten to ask her at what age she got married!!!..

(P.S. dedicated to my cousin whom i hope gets married soon...;) )







Friday, June 22, 2012

DRUNK!!...

BOARD EXAMS!..intimidating..sure!..
But more intimidating and maddening and irritating are the study holidays before them.
Getting up at 5..I trudge up the stairs and study drowsily till mom appears with my morning quota of delicious and aromatic coffee. It keeps you going for sometime..At about 11, in spite of a pretty satisfying breakfast, my stomach as well as brain starts protesting of work load.
      I groan and continue to do so until mom comes to the rescue with a mug full of thick raggi drink that makes my stomach full and my brain consents for another few hours of work.
   After lunch..I am bound to hit the couch and after mom manages to shake me awake..I feel rather groggy..
Head throbbing..I walk towards a steaming cup of green tea..
and FINALLY at around 10..its the turn of black coffee...




So come friends..lets get 'DRUNK' this study holidays...

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A DOG STORY...

They say that dog is man's best friend...as said in the movie marley and me..."A dog has no use of fancy cars,big houses or designer clothes.
A dog does'nt care if you are rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him ur heart and he'll give u his..how many ppl can make u feel rare and pure and special?,,,hw many ppl cn make u feel extraordinary?"
       A dog cnt cheat u....it cnt backstab u...it cn only love u like u are the most lovable person in the world..(even though u r not in many wayz)...
I was rather excited dat mrning...we were going to venkatesh anna and maithili akka's house...and of cos gin's house...for those who dnt knw...who gin is...she is a labrador retriever...and in my opinion the most adorable dog i've ever met...
But we had small problem...my dad has a problem wid dogs..it wud b wrng to say he does'nt lyk dem...(though he vehemently claims that he does hate dem frm the core of his heart..)...he is a bit scared of dem ever since he has been bitten by one very long ago...so he demanded that he would'nt cum if gin is let loose...so we had to call dem up and ask dem to tie her up...hmm dat was sort of sad...wen we reachd their house situated in a calm colony exactly hw sridharanna described it in his awsome article..
   I was bending to remove my shoes...thats wen i saw the drooping ears and the melting..deep brown eyes...pleading for freedom...
 I wanted to go to gin rite away...but dad gave forbidding grunts and glares but i went and let her sniff around me...and she did remember me of cos.....from 6 years ago..thats another thng abt dogs...once they knw u...dey'll never forget u...
  after smtym sridhar anna untied gin and we all..including charu went for a walk..around the colony...gin she is very strng...and very fast...it was fun letting her tug me along to wherever she goes and not the oder way round...:D...
while we were returning a pack of dogs were lying on the side of the road...the leader of the pack strted barking but she was cool and unperturbed..she just kept on walking compltly ignoring the oder dog...as if she was saying.."how many tyms hav i seen dis!.."
wen we got bak home...maithili akka,charu and me went for a walk in the park der...it was quite fun too...den wen we got bak venkatesh anna said he cud take gin for a a bike ride...i was surprised...how cn u take a 35 kilo DOG on a BIKE RIDE?! it was very amusing to see gin sitting on the tank of the bike,paws on either side of the handlebars and an expectant luk on her face...and dey wen for a ride...
 After dey came bak venkatesh anna strted talking about gin...hw she plays wd adults and hw she maintains a distance wid small kids...how she senses if he is angry or in a bad mood...and hw she knew the fact of their father's death..it is surprising hw much a dog understnd...dey r the best!!..
after dat it was tym to say gudbye to all 3 of dem...and wen we opened the door of the car...gin jumped in and sat ready of a shotgun ride..:D...and finally we waved at her...it was a nice day...and i'll go der...on every chance i get...:D

Friday, April 13, 2012

TRAIN 'ROUND'-ABOUT


"Uggh!!..it's still going round and round!..".It was 8 in the morning and my dad was in front of the computer...it was the day before we were leaving for Bangalore..but there was a small hitch in the plan...our tickets weren't confirmed!!.. OK so its not a small hitch..its a pretty huge one....so anyways dad was trying to log into IRCTC to see the status of our tickets and to book tatkal..but as he said..it was going round and round...
       i heard the scrapping of chair as he got up frustrated..well who wouldn't be?..mom was beginning to grow frantic and was making desperate calls to the 'booking expert' of our family..ie..of cos sridharanna!..she ended up noting down the transaction ID instead of PNR number and got hyper when the 139 voice said (ever so sweetly).."this PNR number is invalid"..
the next day evening came...and even dad began to lose his cool..he called mom and told her to book 2 tickets in some bus..she rushed out to book them and when she returned..dad got the information that the tickets were confirmed..! What a relief!..BUT!..mom had to rush out again to cancel the bus tickets and we ended up donating Rs.600 to the Bangalore road transport corporation...all this because of IRCTC!...
 But we cannot blame them completely..(as long as i'm nt the one who is doing the booking ;) )...as they teach us many values especially PATIENCE...and precision...(because once we enter the data wrong..we hav to start from scratch!..) I wonder why short-tempered people have not yet stuck a fist through their computer due to 'booking-deficience-syndrome'...(mayb dey hav...jst dat i dnt knw of any)...IS THERE ANY SOLUTION TO THIS 'ROUND'-ABOUT PROBLEM??