Travelling to Mysore and spending eight days there last week is prompting me to write this photographic descriptive note. People say that you need not document everything to recall beautiful memories and that they will be there in your mind. But I do like the idea of recording moments, if possible in some way or…
randomly written notes
Some songs that someone liked at some moment- can change after some time-in another moment; it might evoke memories, maybe some feelings, some similar to the time that you liked it, maybe different from it. Things change in such a way that we might wonder, revisiting our likes and dislikes of the past and how…
തൊഗാരി
While watching the documentary ‘Thogari’ produced by Shafeeq Thamarassery, thoughts came into mind on how we can change situations through meaningful interventions. It documents, in brief, the life of students in Government Model Residential School, Wadakkenchery and how art changed their views and attitude towards life. It is a pointer to understanding the need and…
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I think everything is relative, and uncertainty is the only reality. Maybe realities are plural for each and everyone, but they can differ as everything is relative. Nothing ultimate nor final. Transient it is, life, decisions, years, days. What we all have after all are some moments and memories. What if you cannot remember that…
Deadlines and procrastination
The way autotype worked when the word procrastination was typed makes me smile. How do one decide that something needs to get done at a particular point of time? Mostly, it is due to the inevitability of situations, isn’t it? Yes, it is. Some might find it easy to work as per the clock and…
Writing for writing or not for writing
It is after years, I am stepping in here, taking the courage to see myself as a writer, who can apparently write, if I try. I always used to think that writing comes naturally and people are doing it effortlessly. Whenever there were times, when I had to write something by myself, be it creative…
നല്ല കുട്ടി സിൻഡ്രോം
Originally posted on അകക്കണ്ണ്:
ഞാനൊരു നല്ല കുട്ടിയായിരുന്നു അനുസരണയായിരുന്നു കൂട്ട് പേടിയും വിശ്വാസവും ആവോളം, തൊണ്ടയിൽ കുരുങ്ങിക്കിടന്ന ചോദ്യങ്ങൾ അനവധി ഞാനൊരു നല്ല കുട്ടിയായിരുന്നു മിടുക്കനായിരുന്നു പഠനത്തിൽ ജോലി തന്നെ ജീവിതവിജയമെന്നും ആവർത്തനം തന്നെ ജീവിതമെന്നും അതിനാൽ ഇതു തന്നെ സുരക്ഷിതമെന്നും കരുതിപ്പോന്നു ഞാനൊരു നല്ല കുട്ടിയായിരുന്നു പാട്ട് പാടി ജീവിക്കാനാവില്ലെന്ന് എന്നെ ആരോ പഠിപ്പിച്ചിരുന്നു എന്നാലത് ദൈവീകമാണെന്നും പാരലലായി കൊണ്ടുനടക്കണമെന്നുമുള്ള ഉപദേശവും ഞാൻ ശിരസ്സാവഹിച്ചിരുന്നു കല കൊണ്ട് മാത്രം കലത്തിൽ കഞ്ഞി വേവില്ലെന്ന് എന്നെ ധരിപ്പിക്കാൻ…
Trying to remember you
To the dearest me, just me, Just a song is enough to bring me back to some incomplete and blurry days of my life, lost and distanced memories. I wonder what is it that has lost to me. I could feel it with ease, but can’t remember what exactly it was. Unable to dig deep…
Progress, not perfection
I was just thinking too much on how I tend not to do things at the right time and about that part of me who is a friend of procrastination, both sounds same, huh. Well, while I was saying this to a friend, that person told me this thing about progress, not perfection. It’s a…
Little pieces
Sparkling in the night like a star Just in the moment I see you A game of demons and angels Puzzled mind Flow along lost thoughts Jazz players and life givers of cellos She’s the life taker The mystery resolved just like the puzzle Be an ocean embraced by waves Closer to the shore In…
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