Purpose of life

To stand in front of God almighty to answer what was the purpose of life!
Have you ever thought of such a moment.I reckon you should
I'm right  here in front of God Almighty to answer this question.
WHAT WAS YOUR PURPOSE OF LIFE?
I had no answer.Then came the next one!
WHAT WERE  PRECIOUS THINGS  IN YOUR LIFE
Yeahh!!! .I've an answer ..
I slowly closed my eyes and started answering.

It is said that behind success of every man there is woman.I really don't know whether my life was  success or not but there are four women who have influenced me in my life
         Obviously first woman is my mother .what I thought was my mother,what I spoke was my mother,what I expressed was my mother,whatever I was ...it was my mother.I have never told a lie to her because she trust me more than anything.
        Next is a teacher who taught me in my play school.she taught me the lessons of love and sharing.she made me believe that I was  competitive enough.she encouraged me to chase my dreams.
                          Next is an interesting choice.it was my first Love.At the age of 15 I proposed a girl(LOL).Her reply was quite interesting ,she neither said yes or no .But she put forwarded some reasons to make me understand the answer NO.She told me that"you hardly smile others ","you have never talked to me","you are a person with lots of pride",then how can I accept your proposal.
Yeah she was right .From that very  moment my teenage infatuation gave way for respect ,because she was the first person in my life to point out deficiency in my character
So I decided to change,decided to spread  a smile even to a stranger
Next woman is my best buddy ,I would say,THE GIFT OF SH.I've never talked to her seriously ,I always used to tease her.She is an amazing person to share my  thoughts, worries,etc.When she motivates I feel like I am the best in the world.I was a person who often disturbed by the thought that WHAT OTHERS THINK ABOUT ME!
She used to say "WHAT OTHERS THINK ABOUT YOU IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS" She is one among few who knows almost everything about me.

ONLY WOMEN? WHAT ABOUT MEN??
Of course a few.

My Father
I was in a fantasy world through out my life.Never thought of realities of life .He used to advice me ,make me do many things as a mature man.I do think I'm aware of harsh realities of life..I'm mature enough .it is because of my father
Next person is my other half.The last face I saw before my death .He is my brother,the relation is connected by heart not with blood.I'm sure that he knew me greater than anyone else in the  world .He knows the reason for my smile and the reason for  my tears.  I AM SO THANKFUL TO YOU FOR GIVING ME SUCH A RASCAL .

HE IS SMILING.
OH GOD WHY?
HAVE YOU EVER TOLD THEM HOW SPECIAL THEY WERE TO YOU?
NO I DIDN'T.
HE IS SMILING.
HE OPENED A DOOR WITH DIVINE LIGHT AND TOLD.
" YOU ARE ALWAYS ALIVE  IN THEIR HEARTS EVEN THOUGH YOU NEVER TOLD THEM HOW SPECIAL THEY WERE TO YOU "
" THAT WAS YOUR PURPOSE OF LIFE"

AKSHAY A KUMAR.

അമ്മേ നിനക്കായ്

അമ്മേ  നിനക്കായ് 





അമ്മേ  നിനക്കായ് 
കുറിക്കുന്നു  ഞാൻ 
എൻ മനതാരിലെ നിൻ ഓർമ്മകൾ 
                                                                    അറിയുന്നു ഞാനിന്ന് 
                                                                    നിൻ കരസ്പർശത്തിൻ  സുഖം 

                                                                   നീ ചൊല്ലി തന്നൊരാം  നൽവാക്കുകൾ 
                                                                   എൻ വഴിതാരയിലെ നിറദീപങ്ങൾ 
                                                                   നീ ചൊല്ലി തന്നൊരാം ആദ്യാക്ഷരങ്ങൾ
                                                                   എൻ  അധരങ്ങൾ ഇന്നും  മൊഴിയുന്നു

                                                                   ഉരുകുന്ന  എൻ  മനതാരിന് 
                                                                   ആശ്വാസമേകുന്ന  ഇളംതെന്നൽ  നീ
                                                                   മറക്കില്ലൊരിക്കലും     നീ  തന്നൊരാം
                                                                   മുലപ്പാലിൻ     മാധുര്യം 
                                                                   അമ്മേ  നിനക്കായി  കുറിക്കുന്നു ഞാൻ  
                                                                   നീ എൻ ജീവനാഡി.....                  
                                                               
                                                                         
                                                                    -ELNA V REJI-
                                                                        3001

Who is a leader ?

Who is a leader 

Who is a leader

Who is a leader

Is Gandhi a leader

or Nehru

I don't know.

Some one has told;

Leader has special power

one who can lead.

So Nepoleon or Bhagat singh

I don't know.

Please anyone tell me 

who is a leader.

Who can help me

to get out from this darken room.

Do you think why I am in this room,

Everybody says I am crazy

                  but i don't think so.

Now I am thinking of my leader who

leads me to the outer world

where I can see the sunlight....

So are you the leader who is going 

to help me 

                -ADHARSH GP SARAS-

മണ്ണ്

മണ്ണ് 

മണ്ണിനൊരു മനസ്സുണ്ട് 

എന്തിനും ഇടം  കൊടുക്കാനുള്ള  മനസ്സ് 

മണ്ണ്  വെറും  മണ്ണല്ല 

ലോകം വേരൂന്നി വളരുന്ന 

ഗർഭപാത്രമാണത് ...

മണ്ണ്  നേരാണ് 

കുഞ്ഞിനെ പാലൂട്ടുന്ന 

നേര് ...

മണ്ണ്  കണ്ണീരാണ് 

പിച്ചിച്ചീന്തി 

കുടൽപ്പണ്ടം  പുറത്തിട്ട 

പെണ്ണിന്റെ  കണ്ണീർ ...

മണ്ണ് പ്രണയമാണ്  

രാത്രികളുടെ മാറുപിളർന്ന 

പ്രണയം ...

മണ്ണ് കലപ്പയാണ് 

എന്നെയും  നിന്നെയും മെനഞ്ഞ 

ദൈവത്തിന്റെ ഉറഞ്ഞുതുടങ്ങിയ 

കലപ്പ ... 

Emmanuel.

നീ

                                     

                                                            നീ

                   "അയാൾ ചോദിച്ചു ആകാശത്തിനുമപ്പുറം എന്താണ്?"   

                   അവൾ നദിയായൊഴുകി ,ആവിയായി പൊന്തി ,

                മഴയായ് പൊഴിഞ്ഞു ,ശേഷം പറഞ്ഞു :

                   "നിനക്കപ്പുറം ഒന്നുമില്ല....."

                          "ശൂന്യം".......

                                         ചിതലുകൾ

                        അവൾ പറഞ്ഞു അയാൾ  ഹൃദയമെന്ന് ,

                   അയാൾ പറഞ്ഞു അവൾ  തലച്ചോറെന്ന് ,

                   കാലം പറഞ്ഞു അവർ ചിതലുകളെന്ന്  ,

                   ഹൃദയത്തേയും  തലച്ചോറിനെയും തുരന്ന 

                             ചിതലുകളെന്ന് ......

                    Sreeja

അച്ഛൻ

അച്ഛൻ 

നീലാകാശം  പോലെ 

നിറഞ്ഞു  തുളുമ്പും 

നിൻ  മിഴികളിൽ,

ഇന്ന്  ഞാൻ  കാണുന്നു 

ആ  ദിവ്യമാം ദിനം .

എന്ന്  നിൻ കൈവിരലുകൾ,

എന്നെ   നയിച്ചോ ...

എന്ന്  നിൻ കാൽപാതങ്ങൾ 

ഞാൻ   പിന്തുടർന്നോ... 

അന്നു  ഞാൻ അറിയുന്നു  

നിൻറ്റെ   ഹൃദയം.

മുറുകുന്ന  ശബ്ദത്തിലും ,

ഇറുകുന്ന  ചലനത്തലും, 

ഇടറാതെ  എന്നെ നയിച്ചൊരാ  ശക്തി ,

ആ ദിവ്യമാം  തേജസ്സെ -

ന്തെന്നറിയുന്നു ഞാനിന്നോളം,

അച്ഛനെന്ന മഹാത്ഭുതത്തെ !

BY CS GANGA ,3055

അമ്മതൻ നൊമ്പരം

അമ്മതൻ നൊമ്പരം

പിറന്നു വീണൊരാ  പെണ്കുഞ്ഞ് 

പിഞ്ചുവാപിളർന്നു  ഒന്നു  ചിണുങ്ങി 

അന്നുതൊട്ടെൻ  മനസ്സിനുള്ളിൽ 

തീരാത്തൊരാധി  പകർന്നു തന്നു .

ആദ്യമായി  അന്നവൾ  പിച്ചവെച്ചു 

അത്ഭുതത്തിനുപരി   ഭീതി തന്നു .

അന്നുതൊട്ടറിഞ്ഞു തുടങ്ങി ഞാൻ ,

ഒരമ്മതൻ ആത്മനൊമ്പരത്തെ .

ബാല്യകാലത്തിന്റെ ആമോദത്തിൽ 

ആടിത്തിമർത്തു  വളർന്ന  പൈതൽ 

അമ്മതന്നാത്മ  ഭീതിയെ 

ഊതിത്തെളിച്ചു  പടർന്നു വന്നു .

കൗമാരകാലത്തിൻ  ചാപല്യത്തിൽ 

ഇന്നവൾ  എന്നിൽ  നിന്നകന്നുമാറി.

ചിതലരിക്കില്ലെന്നു   കരുതിയൊരാചിത്രം 

ഇന്നാദ്യമായി  ഞാൻ  മറന്നുപോയി .

ഇന്നവൾ  നോക്കെത്താദൂരത്തേക്ക് ,

മാറിമറഞ്ഞു  അകന്നുതീർന്നു .

ക്രൗരങ്ങൾ  നിറഞ്ഞ  സമൂഹത്തിന്‌ 

കരാളഹസ്തങ്ങളിലമർന്നു , 
മറ്റൊരോർമ്മ  ചിത്രമെഴുതുവാൻ !

-- BY    CS  GANGA      ,3055                                                                          

SEVENTEEN DAYS OF SOLITUDE

What you are about to read ahead may not fascinate you; but know that it’s a bitter experience of one of your friends, who never thought the very smell of medicines can frighten her; it’s a pain that would have destroyed the lives of a small family. And yes, only now can I make out what I have been through a month ago.

                   It was on a fine Tuesday morning that my Amma went off to the hospital with my father for her Hysterectomy (surgery). She wished me luck while leaving for I had a debate for my English hour that day. My sister and I slept at my friend’s, downstairs at night. We spent time at class and hospital during day. It was my first night away from my mom. But I was managing, somehow, since I knew she’d be back in a couple of days. I hoped everything to be good and hence didn’t tell my friends.

                 Amma was highly anemic. She had to come up to a normal blood count level for her surgery. She was in need of blood. I didn’t realize how serious issues were until Acha told me about her condition. I didn’t know what to do! I ran everywhere in search of donors and my friends who were NSS volunteers took me to their seniors who took care of everything. They had the situation under control even though I was panicking. Two of them-my two anonymous saviors gave blood for Amma; who would always be my own brothers, sons of my mother.

  Things had a twist, I panicked, but nothing went wrong. Life had something else set aside to anguish us.

         

      Amma’s blood count became normal and she had her surgery done. She was prescribed heavy tranquilizers and painkillers. It was eight days since Amma was hospitalized. My sister and I took turns to stay at the hospital. One day after class, I went to the hospital and found Acha and my sister deep in distress. Amma was not in the room. Acha took me out, bought me a coffee and spoke to me (in his sober voice, which he uses for extremely serious issues- the sound I loathe).

                     

                        ‘Amma reacted so bad to one of the antibiotic medicines she was taking, her kidneys fail to work. She would’ve slipped into coma, but fortunately is at the ICU. She can’t be referred to any other hospital right now. She is in a bad stage; she might need dialysis to sustain her life.’

I heard him. I wasn’t sure myself if that really was happening, but I heard him. I couldn’t move, nor could I think. My heart shrunk. I was numb. I didn’t know what’s next.

It may not seem a great deal, but for me it was my end. I have seen my Grandma (who did dialysis) being tortured to slow death. I didn’t want Amma to live long only to suffer. I want her to be happy as long as she lives.

Acha had decided something already. Still he asked me what to do. I won’t let her do the dialysis, I said. We’ll take whatever she has got; we only want her to be happy. Why let her live a life as hell for long?

                     He didn’t answer me.

This time I thought things would turn much worse. But it didn’t. The black shadow that was creeping over our lives began to retrieve. What Amma had was an ‘acute kidney failure’ –which was just temporary. It’s the reaction of the body to the alien elements of certain medicines. She was recovering sooner than what we expected.

Seventeen days. Seventeen days I was away from Amma. I managed a home. I lived with a drained heart and soul. I was empty and numb; for seventeen days.

Amma is home with us now. She cooks for me, scolds me (how bad I wanted to hear that, you guys have no idea) and is always beside me. She is perfectly normal. Two days back I came across a quote – ‘Those events that crush us the most turns into sweet memories over time’. I don’t know how much of this is true, but I really don’t want to think of those seventeen days of my life. The only memorable part is the realization that how much my family loved each other.

It was my friends and family who pushed me forward. And I’ll always be indebted with my life to everyone who was there for me during my hard times. I am back to who I used to be now. It’s obvious and at the same time surprising how pensive and sluggish we become without our loved ones near us. I now know how my hosteller friends feel and I respect them for that.

                               Now I have a reason to live, a meaning to explore. And I’d like my friends to always remember that:

                      “When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life back that you have a thousand reasons to smile.”

JENNIFER GEORGE