Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Hanuman Chalisa

COUPLET

Sri Guru Charan Saroj Raj, Nij Mann Mukuru Sudhaari.
Barnaun Raghuvar Bimal Jasu, Jo Daayaku Phal Chaari.

Having polished the mirror of my heart with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet, I recite the divine fame of the greatest king of Raghukul dynasty, which bestows us with the fruit of all the four efforts.

Buddhiheen Tanu Janike, Sumiraun Pawan-Kumar.
Bal Buddhi Vidya Dehu Mohi, Harahu Kalesh Bikaar.

Knowing that this mind of mine has less intelligence, I remember the ‘Son of Wind’ who, granting me strength, wisdom and all kinds of knowledge, removes all my suffering and shortcomings.
QUATRAIN

Jai Hanuman Gyan Gunn Sagar. Jai Kapees Tihun Lok Ujaagar.
Ramdoot Atulit Baldhama. Anjani-Putra Pawansut Naama.

Victory to Lord Hanuman, the ocean of wisdom and virtue. Victory to the Lord who is supreme among the monkeys, illuminator of the three worlds.
You are Lord Rama's emissary,‌ the abode of matchless power, Mother Anjani's son and also popular as the ‘Son of the Wind’.

"Mahaveer Vikram Bajrangi. Kumati Nivaar Sumati Ke Sangi.
Kanchan Baran Biraj Subesa. Kaanan Kundal Kunchit Kesa."

Great hero, You are as mighty as a thunderbolt. You remove evil intellect and are the companion of those having good ones.
Your skin is golden in color and You are adorned with beautiful clothes. You have adorning earrings in Your ears and Your hair is curly and thick. 

Haath Braj Au Dhwaja Biraaje. Kaandhe Moonj Janeu Saaje.
Shankar Suvan Kesarinandan. Tej Prataap Maha Jag Bandan.

In Your hands, shine a mace and a flag of righteousness. A sacred thread adorns Your right shoulder.
You are the embodiment of Lord Shiva and vanar-raj Kesari's son. There is no limit or end to Your glory, Your magnificence. The whole Universe worships You.

Vidyavaan Guni Ati Chaatur. Ram Kaaj Karibe Ko Aatur. 
Prabhu Charitra Sunibe Ko Rasiya. Ram Lakhan Sita Mann Basiya.

You are the wisest of the wise, virtuous and (morally) clever. You are always eager to do Lord Rama's works.
You feel extremely delighted in listening to Lord Rama's doings and conduct. Lord Rama, Mother Sita, and Lord Laxmana dwell forever in Your heart.

Sukshma Roop Dhari Siyanhi Dikhawa. Bikat Roop Dhari Lanka Jarawa.
Bheem Roop Dhari Asura Sanghare. Ramchandra Ke Kaaj Sanware.

Taking the subtle form, You appeared in front of Mother Sita. And, taking the formidable form, You burnt the Lanka (Ravana's kingdom).
Taking the massive form (like that of Bheema), You slaughtered the demons. This is how, You completed Lord Rama's tasks, successfully.

Laaye Sanjeevan Lakhana Jiyaaye. Sri Raghuveer Harashi Urr Laaye.
Raghupati Keenhi Bahut Badai. Tum Mum Priya, Bhartahi Sum Bhai.

Bringing the magic-herb (sanjivani), You revived Lord Laxmana. Raghupati, Lord Rama praised You greatly and overflowing in gratitude, said that You are a dear brother to Him just as Bharat is.

Sahas Badan Tumharo Jas Gaave. Asa Kahi Sripati Kanth Lagaave. 
Sankaadik Brahmadi Munisa. Narad Sarad Sahit Aheesa.

Saying this, Lord Rama drew You to Himself and embraced you. Sages like Sanaka, Gods like Brahma and sages like Narada and even the thousand-mouthed serpent sing Your fame!
Sanak, Sanandan and the other Rishis and great saints; Brahma - the god, Narada, Saraswati - the Mother Divine and the King of serpents sing Your glory.

Jam Kuber Digpal Jahan Te. Kabi Kobid Kahi Sake Kahan Te. 
Tum Upkaar Sugreevahi Keenha. Ram Milaaye Raj-Pad Deenha.

Yama, Kubera and the guardians of the four quarters; poets and scholars - none can express Your glory.
You helped Sugriva by introducing Him to Lord Rama and regaining his crown. Therefore, You gave Him the Kingship (the dignity of being called a king).

Tumharo Mantra Bibhishan Maana. Lankeshwar Bhaye Sab Jag Jaana. 
Yug Sahastra Jojan Par Bhanu. Leelyo Taahi Madhur Phal Jaanu.

Likewise, complying with Your preachings, even Vibhishana became the King of Lanka.
You swallowed the sun, located thousands of miles away, mistaking it to be a sweet, red fruit! 

Prabhu Mudrika Meli Mukh Maahi. Jaladhi Laandhi Gaye Achraj Naahi. 
Durgam Kaaj Jagat Ke Jete. Sugam Anugrah Tumhare Tete.

Keeping the ring in Your mouth, which was given to You by Lord Rama, you crossed over the Ocean, to no astonishment, whatsoever.
All difficult tasks of this world become easy, with Your grace.

Ram Duaare Tum Rakhvare. Hott Na Aagya Binu Paisare.
Sab Sukh Lahe Tumhari Sarna. Tum Rakshak Kahu Ko Dar Na.

You are the guardian at Lord Rama's door. Nobody can move forward without Your permission which means that Lord Rama's darshans (to get the sight of) are possible only with Your blessings.
Those who take refuge in You, find all the comforts and happiness. When we have a protector like You, we do not need to get scared of anybody or anything.

Aapan Tej Samharo Aape. Teeno Lok Haank Te Kaampe.
Bhoot Pishaach Nikat Nahi Aavein. Mahaveer Jab Naam Sunaave." 

You alone can withstand Your magnificence. All the three worlds start trembling at one roar of Yours.
O Mahaveer! No ghosts or evil spirits come near the ones who remember Your name. Therefore, just remembering Your name does everything!

Naase Rog Hare Sab Peera. Japat Nirantar Hanumat Beera. 
Sankat Te Hanuman Churave. Mann Kram Vachan Dhyaan Jo Laave.

O Hanuman! All diseases and all kinds of pain get eradicated when one recites or chants Your name. Therefore, chanting Your name regularly is considered to be very significant.
Whoever meditates upon or worships You with thought, word, and deed, gets freedom from all kinds of crisis and affliction.

Sab Par Ram Tapasvi Raja. Tin Ke Kaaj Sakal Tum Saaja.
Aur Manorath Jo Koi Laave. Soi Amit Jivan Phal Paave.

Lord Rama is the greatest Ascetic amongst all the Kings. But, it's only You who carried out all the tasks of Lord Sri Rama.
One who comes to You with any longing or a sincere desire obtains the abundance of the manifested fruit, which remains undying throughout life.

Chaaron Yug Partap Tumhara. Hai Parsidh Jagat Ujiyara. 
Saadhu-Sant Ke Tum Rakhvare. Asur Nikandan Ram Dulaare." 

Your splendor fills all the Four Ages. And, Your glory is renowned throughout the world.
You are the guardian of saints and sages; the destroyer of demons and adored by Lord Rama.

Ashta Siddhi Nau Nidhi Ke Daata. As Var Deen Janaki Mata. 
Ram Rasayan Tumhare Paasa. Sadaa Raho Raghupati Ke Daasa.

You have been blessed by Mother Janaki to give boon further, to the deserving ones, wherein You can grant the siddhis (eight different powers) and the nidhis (nine different kinds of wealth).
You have the essence of Ram bhakti, may you always remain the humble and devoted servant of Raghupati. 

Tumhare Bhajan Ram Ko Paave. Janam Janam Ke Dukh Bisraave. 
Antkaal Raghuvar Pur Jaayi. Jahan Janam Hari-Bhakt Kahayi.

When one sings Your praise, Your name, He gets to meet Lord Rama and finds relief from the sorrows of many lifetimes.
By your grace, one will go to the immortal abode of Lord Rama after death and remain devoted to Him. 

Aur Devta Chitta Na Dharai. Hanumat Sei Sarva Sukh Karai.
Sankat Kate, Mite Sab Peera. Jo Sumire Hanumat Balbeera. 

It is not needed to serve any other Deity or God. Service to Lord Hanuman gives all the comforts.
All troubles cease for the one who remembers the powerful lord, Lord Hanuman and all his pains also come to an end.

Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosain. Krupa Karahu Gurudev Ki Naai. 
Jo Sat Baar Paath Kar Koi. Chutahi Bandhi Maha Sukh Hoyi.

O Lord Hanuman! Praises and glory to you O mighty Lord, please bestow your grace as our Supreme Guru. 
One who recites this Chalisa a hundred times is released from all bondages and will attain great bliss.

Jo Yeh Padhe Hanuman Chalisa, Hoye Siddhi Saakhi Gaurisa.
Tulsidas Sada Hari Chera, Keeje Nath Hriday Mah Dera.

One who reads and recites this Hanuman Chalisa, all his works get accomplished. Lord Shiva, Himself, is the witness to it.
O Lord Hanuman, May I always remain a servant, a devotee to Lord Sri Ram, says Tulsidas. And, May You always reside in my heart.

COUPLET

Pawan Tanay Sankat Haran, Mangal Murti Roop.
Ram Lakhan Sita Sahit, Hriday Basahu Sur Bhoop.

O the Son of Wind, You are the destroyer of all sorrows. You are the embodiment of fortune and prosperity.

With Lord Rama, Laxmana and Mother Sita, dwell in my heart, always.

Happiness

Happiness Virus

Prayers to Ma Sita

 

1. Jaya jaya Giribararaaja kishori/
jaya mahesha mukha chanda chakori
Jaya gajabadana khadaanana maataa/
jagata janani daamini duti gaataa

Glory to you O Daughter of the Mountain
Who looks upon Lord Shiva as a partridge on the moon.
Ganesh and Kartikeya are not your only children,
For you are the shining Mother of all of the creation.

2. Nahin taba aadi madya awasana/
amita prabaau bedu nahin jaana
Bhava bhava bibhava paraabhava kaarini/
bishwa bimohani swabasa bihaarini

You have always been and will exist for eternity
Even the Vedas cannot fathom your depths completely
You are the cause of all existence and its final dissolution
You are the Ultimate enticer, playing with all creation

3. Sewata tohi sulabha phala chaari/
baradaayanee tripuraari piyaaree
Devi pooji pada kamala tumhaare/
sura nara muni saba hohin sukhaare

O Grantor of all wishes, divine partner of the Lord
Serving you leads us to life’s greatest rewards
O Devi, gods, humans, and sages are bow at your lotus feet
And in doing so they easily gain all that they truly seek

4. Mora manoratha jaanahun neeken/
basahu sadaa ura pura sabahee ken
Keenhe-un pragata na kaarana teheen/
asa kahi charana gahe baidehin

You know the deepest desires that reside in my heart
Because within that abode we are never ever apart
It is because of this that I never spoke my thoughts
Saying so, the divine Sita bowed to her sacred feet

5. Vinaya prema basa bha-i Bhavaanee/
khasi maala murati musukaanee
Saadara siyan prasaadu sira dhareu/
bolee Gauri harashu hiyan bhare-u

In Sita’s love and devotion, the Goddess was absorbed
Then she dropped a flower lei as her image sweetly smiled
Sita took the gift and placed it around her neck
Parvati’s hearted filled with joy and happiness, she spoke:

6. Sunu siya satya aseesa hamaari/
puji hi mana kaamanaa tumhaaree
Naarada bachana sadaa suchi saachaa/
so baru milihi jaahin manu raachaa

“Hey Sita, listen to my blessing and then be assured
Your deep inner desire will surely be fulfilled
The words spoken by Narada are always pure and true
He whom you desire will become your husband

 





































      




 




 









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Sita’s Prayer / Hey Mata Durga

1. Jaya jaya Giribararaaja kishori/
jaya mahesha mukha chanda chakori
Jaya gajabadana khadaanana maataa/
jagata janani daamini duti gaataa

Glory to you O Daughter of the Mountain
Who looks upon Lord Shiva as a partridge on the moon.
Ganesh and Kartikeya are not your only children,
For you are the shining Mother of all of the creation.

2. Nahin taba aadi madya awasana/
amita prabaau bedu nahin jaana
Bhava bhava bibhava paraabhava kaarini/
bishwa bimohani swabasa bihaarini

You have always been and will exist for eternity
Even the Vedas cannot fathom your depths completely
You are the cause of all existence and its final dissolution
You are the Ultimate enticer, playing with all creation

3. Sewata tohi sulabha phala chaari/
baradaayanee tripuraari piyaaree
Devi pooji pada kamala tumhaare/
sura nara muni saba hohin sukhaare

O Grantor of all wishes, divine partner of the Lord
Serving you leads us to life’s greatest rewards
O Devi, gods, humans, and sages are bow at your lotus feet
And in doing so they easily gain all that they truly seek

4. Mora manoratha jaanahun neeken/
basahu sadaa ura pura sabahee ken
Keenhe-un pragata na kaarana teheen/
asa kahi charana gahe baidehin

You know the deepest desires that reside in my heart
Because within that abode we are never ever apart
It is because of this that I never spoke my thoughts
Saying so, the divine Sita bowed to her sacred feet

5. Vinaya prema basa bha-i Bhavaanee/
khasi maala murati musukaanee
Saadara siyan prasaadu sira dhareu/
bolee Gauri harashu hiyan bhare-u

In Sita’s love and devotion, the Goddess was absorbed
Then she dropped a flower lei as her image sweetly smiled
Sita took the gift and placed it around her neck
Parvati’s hearted filled with joy and happiness, she spoke:

6. Sunu siya satya aseesa hamaari/
puji hi mana kaamanaa tumhaaree
Naarada bachana sadaa suchi saachaa/
so baru milihi jaahin manu raachaa

“Hey Sita, listen to my blessing and then be assured
Your deep inner desire will surely be fulfilled
The words spoken by Narada are always pure and true
He whom you desire will become your husband

 





































      




 




 












































Shri Ram Vandana




Aapadaam Aphartaaram Daataaram Sarv Sampadaam|
Lok Abhiraamam Shri Raamam Bhooyo-Bhooyo Namaamyaham||

Who removes all types of adversity and agony of Jiva (living beings); Who bestows all types of favour, honour and wealth; By looking at whom, the world feel very pleased; to that Shri Rama, I bow again and again.

2. Raamaay Raambhadraay Raamchandraay Maanase|
Raghunaathaay Naathaay Seethayaah Pataye Namah||

My salutations to Lord Rama; To Shri Ramabadhra, To Shri Ramachandra, To the lord of Vedas, To the chief of Raghu clan, To the lord of all worlds, And to the Lord of Sit?.

3. Neelaambuj Shyaamal Komalaangam
Sita Samaro Pitvaam Bhaagam
Paanau Mahaasaayak Chaaru chaapam
Namaami Raamam Raghuvansh Naatham||

Who has complexion and softness like that of a blue lotus, whose body parts are very soft; On whose left side resides his dear consort Sita; Who has a divine arrow and a beautiful bow in His hands, I pray to that Shri Rama who is the Lord of Raghu dynasty.

Individuality


Tuesday, June 15, 2021

The Kali Yuga

 
Thieves will become kings, and kings will be the thieves.

Rulers will confiscate property and use it badly. They will cease to protect the people.

Base men who have gained a certain amount of learning (without having the virtues necessary for its use) will be esteemed as sages.

There will be many displaced persons, wandering from one country to another.

Predatory animals will be more violent.
Fetuses will be killed in the wombs of their mothers.

People will prefer to choose false ideas.

No one will be able to trust anyone else.
People will be envious.

There will be many children born whose life expectancy is no more than 16 years.

People suffering from hunger and fear will take refuge in underground shelters.

Young girls will do trade in their virginity.

The god of clouds will be inconsistent in the distribution of the rains.

Shopkeepers will run dishonest businesses.

There will be many beggars and unemployed people.

Everyone will use hard and vulgar language.

Men will devote themselves to earning money; the richest will hold power.

The state leaders will no longer protect the people but, through taxes, will appropriate all wealth.

Water will be lacking.
Pre-cooked food will be readily available.
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This Kali Yuga spans for a long time period of 432,000 years, although multiple other durations have been proposed by many.
Human civilization degenerates spiritually during the Kali Yuga,which is referred to as the Dark Age because in it people are as far away as possible from God.
Ancient Vedic religion often symbolically represents dharma as a bull.
In Satya Yuga, the first stage of development, the bull has four legs, but in each age dharma is reduced by one quarter.
By the age of Kali, dharma is reduced to only a quarter of that of the golden age, so that the bull of Dharma has only one leg now.
Major differences of Karma and Dharma in each Yuga.
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Spring

Jayaparittam

The Lord greatly compassionate for the welfare of all living beings
Having fulfilled all the perfections attained by himself the highest Bodhi: by the speaking of this truth, may you be blessed with victory.

Victorious at the Bodhi-tree root.

He who increased delight for the Sakyans, thus may victory be yours
May you win the blessing of victory. In the undefeated posture upon
The exalted holy place having the consecration of all the Buddhas
He rejoices in the best attainment. A good time, an auspicious time, a good dawn, a good morning, a good instant, a good moment (when) well-given (are things) to brahmacaris, (when) bodily kamma is righteous, and righteousness is verbal kamma. (when) mental kamma is righteous, righteousness are their aspirations. These righteousness having been done one gains the goal of righteousness.

May all the blessings accrue. May all devas protect you. By the glory of all Buddhas may security ever be yours!

May all blessings accrue. May all devas protect you. By the glory of all Truth’s Laws may security ever be yours!

May all blessings accrue. May all devas protect you. By the glory of all Saintly Di

Prayer

Dear God,

You are God, and I’m not. You sent Jesus to be my Savior, so I must need to be saved. I need you to forgive the things I’ve done wrong in life. I need you to give me a fresh start in life. I need you to help me know my purpose. I want to begin a relationship with you. I ask you to come into my life. I want to learn to trust you. I want to learn to love you. I want to learn to love other people the way you want me to. So I ask you today with humility and honesty and sincerity to please save me as I put my trust in you.

I pray this prayer in Jesus’ Name. Amen


Prayer for Grieving

Lord God above, we, Your humble children kneel before you today in reverence. We know You’re the greatest and You’re the king of all kings. So, we pray You uplift our heart and soul so that we may cast away our sorrows oh Lord. Give us the strength to surpass this situation. No one dies without Your say-so and thus, we rejoice over this triumph and we pray You be with our deceased brother/sister. We thank you for the answered prayer and in Jesus name, Amen.

Sunday, June 13, 2021

ഇച്ചീച്ചി* by dharmaraj madapally


ഞായറാഴ്ചയായിരുന്നു.
അച്ഛനുമമ്മയും
പണിക്കുപോയൊരു
ദിവസത്തിന്റെ
നടുപൊള്ളുന്ന
നട്ടുച്ചയായിരുന്നു.
തൊടിയിലെ വാഴക്കൂട്ടങ്ങൾക്കുചുവട്ടിൽ
ഏട്ടത്തിയെ കുഴിച്ചിട്ട
മൺകൂനയിൽ
കണ്ണുനട്ട്
ഉമ്മറത്തിരിക്കുകയായിരുന്നു.

അച്ഛനുമമ്മയും
പണിക്കുപോകുന്ന
ഞായറാഴ്ചകളിൽ
ഏട്ടത്തിക്കൊപ്പം
മുറ്റത്തു
കളിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുമ്പോളാണ്
ആദ്യമായി *അവർ* വന്നത്.

"മിഠായി വാങ്ങി വന്നോളൂ"
എന്നു പറഞ്ഞ് അവർ
കവിളിലുമ്മവെച്ചിരുന്നു.
ഉമ്മ തീരും മുന്നേ
അന്നു ഞാൻ കടയിലേക്കോടിയിരുന്നു.
തിരിച്ചു വന്നേരം
ചായ്പ്പിലെ പുല്ലുപായയിൽ
കമിഴ്ന്നു കിടന്നു കരഞ്ഞ ഏട്ടത്തിയുടെ
ഇച്ചീച്ചിയിലൂടെ ചോരയൊലിക്കുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു.

എന്തിനാണു കരയുന്നതെന്നു
പലതവണ ചോദിച്ചിട്ടും
ഏടത്തിയൊന്നും പറയാതെ ഉച്ചത്തിലുച്ചത്തിൽ
കരഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു.
അങ്ങിനെയാണ്
ഞാൻ ചോദ്യങ്ങൾ
നിറുത്തിയത്.

ഞായറാഴ്ചകൾ
മാത്രമല്ല
പിന്നീട് ശനിയാഴ്ചകൾക്കും
നട്ടുച്ചകളുണ്ടായി.
തിങ്കളിനും
ചൊവ്വക്കും
ബുധനും
വ്യാഴത്തിനുമൊക്കെ
രാത്രികളുമുണ്ടായി.

രാത്രികളുടെ
ഓടാമ്പലുകൾ നീക്കി,
ഏടത്തി എന്നേയും കടന്ന് മഞ്ഞിലേക്കും
മഴയിലേക്കും പോയി.

തിരിച്ചുവന്ന്
അതേ
കമിഴ്ന്നു കിടപ്പും കരച്ചിലും...
ഇച്ചീച്ചിയിലെ
ചോരയും,

പിന്നെപ്പിന്നെ
ചോര വരാതായി...
കരച്ചിലു വരാതായി..

അമ്മയുമച്ഛനും എല്ലാ
ഞായറാഴ്ചകളിലും പണിക്കുപോയി.

തിരിച്ചു വരുമ്പോൾ
അവർ കൈനിറയേ
കപ്പയും മീനും
കൊണ്ടു വന്നു.
നല്ല വീടുണ്ടാക്കാനുള്ള
ആശകളും കൊണ്ടു വന്നു.

കുളിക്കുമ്പോൾ
അമ്മ ഇടക്കെന്നെ വിളിക്കും.
പുറത്തെ ചേറ് ഉരച്ചു കഴുകിക്കൊടുക്കാൻ.
ഇത്രയും ചേറെവിടുന്നാണമ്മേ
എന്നു ഞാൻ ചോദിക്കും.
അമ്മ ദീർഘമായൊരു നിശ്വാസം വിടും.

ശനിയാഴ്ചക്കു ശേഷം
ഞായറാഴ്ച വന്നു.

ഞങ്ങളിപ്പോൾ
പണ്ടത്തേപ്പോലെ
കളിക്കാറില്ല.
ഏട്ടത്തി
ഒന്നും പറയാറില്ല.

നട്ടുച്ചക്ക് *അവർ* വന്നു.
അതിലൊരാളെന്നെ
ഉമ്മവെച്ചു.
അച്ചനുമമ്മയും വെക്കുന്ന തരത്തിലുള്ള
ഉമ്മയായിരുന്നില്ല അത്.

ഏട്ടത്തി ഓടിവന്ന് അയാളേ പിടിച്ചുവലിച്ചു.
മറ്റൊരാൾ ഏട്ടത്തിക്ക്
രണ്ടു രൂപ കൊടുത്ത്
മിഠായി വാങ്ങിവരാൻ പറഞ്ഞു.
ഞാനല്ലെ എന്നും മിഠായി വാങ്ങിവന്നിരുന്നതെന്ന്
പറയാൻ തുടങ്ങുമ്പോളേക്കും
എന്റെ ചുണ്ടുകൾ
അയാളുടെ
പല്ലുകൾക്കിടയിലായി.

അയാളത് കടിച്ചുപൊട്ടിച്ചു.
എനിക്ക് നീറ്റി.

മറ്റൊരാൾ ഏട്ടത്തിയൊടെന്തോ പറഞ്ഞു.
അവൾ രണ്ടു രൂപയുമായി മുഖം കുനിച്ച് പുറത്തേക്കു പോയി.

മുറ്റത്തെ കൃഷ്ണതുളസിക്കടുത്തു വെച്ച് അവളെന്നെ *തിരിഞ്ഞു നോക്കി.*

അതിലൊരാൾ
ഏട്ടത്തിയെ വഴക്കു പറഞ്ഞു.
അവൾ മുഖം താഴ്ത്തി ഇറങ്ങിപ്പോയി.

അവരെന്നെ ചായ്പിലേക്കു കൊണ്ടുപോയി.

കുഞ്ഞു പാവാട
വലിച്ചഴിച്ചഴിക്കെ
കുടുക്കു പൊട്ടിയപ്പോളെനിക്ക്
കരച്ചിലു വന്നു.
കരഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ
അവരെന്നെ അടിച്ചു.

ഉടുതുണിയില്ലാതെ എനിക്കുമേലൊരാൾ
കിടന്നപ്പോൾ
എന്റെ ഇച്ചീച്ചി പൊള്ളി.
അമ്മേയെന്നുച്ചത്തിൽ കരഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ
*ഒച്ചവെച്ചാൽ കൊന്നുകളയുമെന്നവർ* പറഞ്ഞു.
അന്നു മുതലാണ്
എന്റെ
കരച്ചിലിന്
ഒച്ചയില്ലാതായത്.

കടയിൽ നിന്നുവന്ന
ഏട്ടത്തിയെ അതിലൊരാൾ
അകത്തേക്കു കൂട്ടിക്കൊണ്ടുപോയി.
അവളുടെ കയ്യിലെ
കടലമിഠായി ഉമ്മറക്കോലായയിൽ വീണു.

അമ്മയുമച്ഛനും
കയറിവന്ന
വൈകുന്നേരത്തിന്റെ
ഉമ്മറത്ത്
ചോരയൊലിക്കുന്ന
രണ്ട് ഇച്ചീച്ചികളായി
ഞങ്ങളിരുന്നു.

പിറ്റേന്ന് പള്ളിക്കൂടത്തിലെ
മൂത്രപ്പുരയിൽ
ശൂശുവെക്കാൻ നേരം
പതിവില്ലാതെ
ഏട്ടത്തിയും കൂടെ വന്നു.
ഇച്ചീച്ചി വല്ലാതെ നീറ്റിയപ്പോൾ
ഏട്ടത്തിയെന്റെ
പുറം തലോടി.
അമ്മയേക്കാളുമാഴത്തിൽ
ഉമ്മവച്ചു.
ഏട്ടത്തി
കരഞ്ഞില്ല.


ഞായർ
തിങ്കൾ
ചൊവ്വ
ബുധൻ
എന്നിങ്ങനെ
പല ടൈം ടേബിളുകൾ.

കടലമിഠായിക്കു തന്നിരുന്ന
രണ്ടു രൂപ
ചുരുങ്ങി നാരങ്ങാമിഠായിയിലെത്തി.
വിയർപ്പിൽ കുതിർന്ന
നാരങ്ങാമിഠായി കൈവെള്ളയിൽ
ചുവന്ന ചായമടിച്ച്
മധുരിച്ചൊരു നട്ടുച്ചക്ക്
ഏട്ടത്തി,
*അമ്മയുടെ സാരിത്തുഞ്ചത്ത് ചായ്പ്പിലെ കഴുക്കോലിലാടി*
അവളുടെ ഇച്ചീച്ചി തോർന്നിറ്റിയ
ഇത്തിരി മൂത്രം
നിലത്തു പുള്ളികുത്തി.

പോലീസു വന്നാണഴിച്ചു കിടത്തിയത്.
അമ്മ ബോധംകെട്ടു വീണു.
അച്ഛൻ *നിശബ്ദനായി*
തൂമ്പ ചാരിവെച്ചതുപോലെ
മുറ്റത്തേക്കോണിലിരുന്നു.
ഓടിക്കൂടിയ ആൾക്കൂട്ടത്തിലും *അവരുണ്ടായിരുന്നു.*
പോസ്റ്റുമോർട്ടം കഴിഞ്ഞെത്തിയ
ഏട്ടത്തിയുടെ
തലക്കൽ
ചന്ദനത്തിരി കുത്തിനിർത്തിയത്
*അവരിലൊരാളായിരുന്നു.*
കുഴിയെടുത്തതും
പന്തലുകെട്ടിയതും
*അവർതന്നേയായിരുന്നു.*

പന്തലഴിച്ചു.
അമ്മയുമച്ചനും
പണിക്കുപോയി.
ശനിയും
ഞായറും
പിന്നേയുമുണ്ടായി.
തിങ്കളിനും
ചൊവ്വക്കും
രാത്രികളുണ്ടായി.
ബുധനും
വ്യാഴത്തിനും
പാതിരകളുണ്ടായി.

ഞായറാഴ്ചയായിരുന്നു.
അച്ഛനുമമ്മയും
പണിക്കുപോയൊരു
ദിവസത്തിന്റെ
നടുപൊള്ളുന്ന
നട്ടുച്ചയായിരുന്നു.
*തൊടിയിലെ വാഴക്കൂട്ടങ്ങൾക്കുചുവട്ടിൽ ഏട്ടത്തിയെ കുഴിച്ചിട്ട മൺകൂനയിൽ കണ്ണുനട്ട് ഉമ്മറത്തിരിക്കുകയായിരുന്നു.*

*അവർ* വന്നു.
അയയിലാറിയിട്ട
അമ്മയുടെ സാരിയുമെടുത്ത്
അവർ ഉമ്മറത്തു കയറി.
കഴുത്തിൽ കുരുക്കു മുറുക്കുമ്പോൾ
അതിലൊരാൾ
പറഞ്ഞു.
എനിക്കൊന്നൂടെ വേണം.
കുരുക്ക് ഊരി
അവരെന്നെ
നിലത്തുകിടത്തി.
ഒന്നാമൻ
രണ്ടാമൻ
മൂന്നാമൻ...

ഇച്ചീച്ചി നീറിനീറീ
ഞാനൊന്നു പിടച്ചു.
കഴുത്തിൽ സാരിക്കുരുക്കിട്ട്
അതേ കഴുക്കോലിൽ
ഇച്ചിച്ചി തോർന്ന്
കാലിലൂടെ
മൂത്രമൊഴുകുന്നത്
ഞാനറിഞ്ഞു.
കഴുത്തിനു താഴെ
ഒന്നുമില്ലാത്തതുപോലെ...
പിന്നേ കഴുത്തിനു മീതേയും ഒന്നുമില്ലാത്തതുപോലെ...

മരിച്ചവർ എല്ലാം കാണുന്നു.
*തലക്കൽ ചന്ദനത്തിരി കുത്തിവെക്കാൻ ഇക്കുറിയുമവർ വന്നു. തെക്കേത്തൊടിയിലെ ഏട്ടത്തിക്കരികിൽ കുഴിവെട്ടിയതുമവർതന്നെ. അച്ഛനെ ആശ്വസിപ്പിച്ചതും അമ്മയെ ആവശ്യത്തിലുമേറെ ചേർത്തു പിടിച്ചതുമവരുതന്നേ...*

അമ്മേ...
ഇച്ചീച്ചിയിലൂടെ
വന്നുതുകൊണ്ടാവുമോ
നമ്മളൊക്കെ ഇത്രക്ക്
ഇച്ചീച്ചിയായിപ്പോയത്?

Varshaa: Rain Melodies




In one of his stories, the celebrated Malayalam writer T. Padmanabhan writes of a man who loves to listen to the sounds of rain so much that he takes a cassette of rain-sounds with him abroad. When he feels homesick, he listens to the sounds of rain- the sudden outburst, the pitter patter of rain on the roof, on the ground and to the sounds of occasional thunderbolts. The rain has always held a fascination for artists and is a constantly celebrated theme in Indian literature and films. 

The theme of the rain is explored by the artists Jason J.Nair and Aby in Varshaa: Rain Melodies, a collection of five rain melodies that inspire both creativity and nostalgia. Though it bursts on you unawares and creates plenty of inconvenience, the rain serves as a muse or a source of inspiration for many writers and artistes. The rain pitter-pattering outside, the sound of thunderbolts flashes of thunder across the sky, the wait for the rains symbolised by the dance of the peacocks or the memories of getting drenched unexpectedly, there are so many threads that come together on listening to these rain melodies.


The Scribbled Stories


Though one comes across so many different kinds of writing on Facebook, one cannot possibly like them all because of various reasons- differences in taste, poor narrative style, even content that is unappealing or unsuitable to your age-group. But, something that I read breathlessly from beginning till end are the posts from The Scribbled Stories.

Reading The Scribbled Stories feels like reading a love letter that is so exciting that you read it again and again. They are so candid and thoughtful as it talks directly about lost love or friendship. For me, it brings before the eyes memories of college days, where one used to look forward to days of friendship and laughter.


Thursday, June 10, 2021

Metamorphosis

The butterfly develops through a process of transformation called the metamorphosis. It undergoes change from egg, to larva, to pupa and finally to a fully grown adult butterfly. 

The human soul or psyche is often compared to a butterfly. Just like the metamorphosis of a butterfly, the soul needs time for solitude so that it learns to connect with the spirit of the Universe and to imbibe lessons of wisdom, self-knowledge, humility and healing.

❤Have a nice day❤

Twin flame connection

Kindness

Wednesday, June 02, 2021

31st October 1819: An Excerpt from the Diary of John Keats


31st October 1819

It must be three hours past midnight and though I have been trying hard to sleep, I am wide awake as I am so excited and so possessed by a writing spree that I decided to get up from my bed and write by the light of this burning candle. For today is no ordinary day but my twenty fourth birthday and I find that I am too tired to write yet too excited to sleep. I have no other option but to get up from my bed and pour my thoughts into the blank sheets of paper before me. This has been my habit since my young days when I fell in love with the realms of imagination created by the pens of great writers such as Horace, Spenser, Dryden, Pope, Gray and Collins. I have tried my best to create a world of beauty like they have done though how much I have succeeded as a writer only my posterity can answer. For when this mortal body perishes and nothing will be left behind to say that such a spirit lived and died, my poetry would speak for me to the rest of the world.

I am too excited tonight that I cannot sleep a wink for my thoughts begin and end with my beautiful minx Fanny. Before I met her, I was just a plain young lad contented with solitude and the beauty of this natural world. The verses that I wrote extolled the virtues of a solitary life. However, the moment I saw her, my heart was seized with love and I experienced its beauty as sung by the poets. From the very first week at the house of Mr. Dilke, I realised to my surprise that my life was full of longing to be in her sweet presence and this foolish heart had become an absolute slave to her. Though she was stubborn and distant at first, later she became friendly with me when I discussed books with her. I love the way she wins arguments with me and her love is like opium to my miserable life.

For my life has always been a mixture of joys and sorrows with sorrows dominating the balance. I was miserable from an early age as my parents died quite early. The last year has been troublesome with Tom’s sickness and his untimely death. When I look back upon this last year, I think how Fanny has been a constant support to me through my personal troubles. If it were not or her, I would have died of grief! It was this last year that she turned from a beautiful minx to my only love and her sweet letters are on my table talking of her loyal love. For me, she is like a goddess, full of perfections and sweetness, to be remembered constantly as a source of loyalty and affection. Her presence in life helped me tide over the grief of Tom’s death and it inspired to compose some of the poems that I have scribbled this year. Sometimes, I wonder if I can whisk her away on a beautiful winter night like Porphyro does his Madeline and live with her till we turn old and bent.

I was reading Spenser last night and like always I want to write like him. His imagination is so powerful that he can paint pictures with words and I still remember my twenty second year when I first read him after borrowing Clarke’s copy of the Faerie Queen. I was just glancing through his copy, when I was struck by the loveliness of the diction and the images that went with it. I begged him to lend me his copy to read. That night, I was like a young horse that tasted the charms of a spring meadow. Just like the flower draws its nourishment from the soil that surrounds it, a good writer must be inspired by beautiful poetry.  When thinking of the art of poetry, one must draw inspiration from the works of great poets and create worlds of beauty where a stranger can inhabit with wonder. Writing poetry has to be natural; for one does not write for the sake of fame but because one is inspired to create a world of beauty through words. Every reader must create a beautiful world of his own so that one is guarded against the miseries of daily life that can turn the spirit weary.

It is much later that I became acquainted with the Greek epics through Chapman’s translation. Clarke recommended the book and I knew that I had to read it for his recommendations are always worthy of reading. My perspective of the world has never been the same since then as I have seen this world of delight from the ancient times. For me, the natural world is a land of comfort that can experienced through the five senses- touch, sight, hearing, smell and taste. This Earth that we inhabit is so full of mysteries and it beckons man to indulge in the pleasures that it offers. Its seasons are a delight -full of sights, smells and sounds that are inviting to me. I remember these gifts to the senses with pleasure, just like a night spent amid the intoxicating smells of flowering plants and try to recreate them with words when I sit down to write. Often, when I sit and dream, I recall the smells of ripening fruits in autumn or the glorious tints of the setting sun or the beautiful song of the nightingale and I am pleased that I have a power with words that I can bring these pictures alive to my readers as well. When I first started writing, I was just a lover of beauty but with time I have learnt that art needs to be about human sorrows and suffering too. Like a drop of water to the wearied traveller, poetry should offer solace to the humans worn out by the daily toils of life.

What worries me is whether I will live to realise my dreams as I have the same illness that my mother and Tom had. During my walks, I have been thinking seriously death. What if I were to die like my mother and Tom, sick with tuberculosis? Usually my thoughts are fully occupied by my lovely Fanny and the place she holds as a goddess in my religion of love. But in the last few days, I am preoccupied with the end of this life. How will that end come? I ask myself as my future stares me in my face and though I am fully conscious of the beauty of nature around me, my mind is beset with gloom as I wonder what will happen to Fanny!  For the last few days, I am feeling tired after a few minutes of exertion. From the signs of it, my hour of death approaches fast and I hope that I will remain brave till the last and not succumb to the despair that overpowers one when struck with the possibility of impending death. Will my words survive my death and live forever?

 

A Song

 

 


You are my favourite song that I sing day and night till I get tired of singing. You are my summer love of youth that come to me in snatches of songs and as pleasant memories though our love never got a happy ending like others did theirs. With you, it was always the silence that reigned as if we came from some primeval ocean full of ancient longings. You were the sun, the moon, the land, the ocean and all that this heart wanted to see around it.

It was as if we did not need words to speak of the magic that was between us, it was as if we have always known each other minutely and the much-needed words failed to come out though I tried hard when you were around with you. I wanted you to stay around with me always and it is your companionship that I craved throughout all the years.

What I remember is your mellow voice that spoke enthusiastically and warmly of things that moved you and the beautiful way words sounded when you spoke to me. Not that others do not speak enthusiastically or warmly or sweetly but this heart remembers you with fondness and exaggerates how you were, how you spoke and how you behaved. Now, eons later you have become a beautiful song that I know by heart and that might be sung a lifetime.

Journal: Serious and Trivial

The pages of my journal await to record a few thoughts. These could serious, trivial or even a mixture of both just like life. All these ram...