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Jeevithathinte Kandethalukal (Discoveries from Life)

Jeevithathinte gathi vyathyasangalekurichu innunjan chinthinchupoyi….Mughammoodikale veruthirunna kaalathekurichum!

Poymughangal aninjukondadunna veshangale oru tharam puccha bhavathilanu annu nookkikkandathu. Ennal inno? Poymughangal jeevithathinte oru bagamaanennu njan manasilakkunnu. Eva ellayirunnengil, oru pakshe, enno njan ellathayene……Annathe kandethalukal, kaumarathinte apakuamaya theerumanangal ayirunno ennu palappozhum njan samsayachu pookunnu…..

Ee mughamoodikal ennanikke oru anugrahamanu. Njan enna sathvathe lokathinu anyamakkan ee poymughangal enne sahayikkunnu. Ee veshangalkidayail, yadhartha “njan” enikku thane nastamayirikkunnu…..

Ethum oranugraham !

Ee arangetta pathayil, nastapetta enne veendedukkanulla sramangal vibhalamanenna arivil jeevithathe munnottu matramayi nookki kanatte……

Jeevitham oru kanika pole cheruthavatte ennu njan aasikkunu. Chitrasaala sandarsanangalkkidayil manasil kudungipoya ethanum varikal njan orthupoyi. Ee manoharamaya varikal sristicha kalakaarane vinapurasaram smarichukondu, ee varikal ningalkkayi ennivide kurichidatte.

Ee aasayam pole, jeevitham orittu rasamayi churungi, manoharavum madhuratharavum aayitheeratte ennaagrahichidunnu………

(Creation is a flow from within…and I don’t know why? Today it happened in my own language…But let me try to translate it for you…These lines have the essence of that “Indian-ess”, which we all have. Therefore, this translation will carry those thoughts with that essenece….and hence the these words might fall out of the English language boundaries, in its sentence and meaning….)


Today------

I thought about the myriad paths of life…..
Life is just an act on the stage with those masks and laughter of the clown in a circus.

Those were the days; I felt hatred towards these clowns which pounce in front of us on every paths of life….. a mockery of life!

But today…..I had learned to wear those masks and perform my character elegantly on the world of stage. These masks had now become inevitable. Otherwise, I would have been reduced to non-existent.

I had lost my being…..

Now, I keep searching for my face between these perfect masks of mine.
I had learned the art of playing my character with consummate ease, keeping the fire inside and laughter on my face.

I don’t search for me now…..because that might be a useless exercise…

Let me shrink and shrink, and so do life…..to the smallness of a molecule…..and let me feel it in its essence….

I remember few lines which I saw during my visit to an art exhibition….
I wish to scribble those lines for you, for which, they speak loudly about the essence of life…..and let me acknowledges the anonymous creator of this wonderful words….......

GROW SMALL to be SWEET

“Where you jump in the bed with fences
Grows small as you swell
Where you fit in the shirt you like
Grow small as you swell
Where you snug daily, your mother, your whole
Grow small as you swell

We say…..
All smalls must be short
Substitute where ever you feel
Because small makes your favorites
Deplete of its value

We say…..
Short, compression
Of all the pure essence,
Where life is not the point,
Short is all of better,
Better deeds and fruit,
Longer is the past,
So life is all compressed…short and short,
As it has to be always sweet! ”