Beeping Memories

"Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories."

--Steven Wright

True that! When I happened to browse through the collection of photos of my office tour that took place a couple of years back, I could feel that nostalgic smile on my face! Recollecting the incidents made me laugh though I am far away from the people, place and time! And time has changed us all; we are in no way the same people anymore, belonging to different worlds! Good changes! :) 

Memory beeps

Three Wishes

A normal human mind wishes for so many things in life and craves for them to get fulfilled. Stating here my three wishes in the most lucid manner that I can. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

                            My first wish is to love myself without doubt,Second is to love the love I receive,                                                    And the third is to be the love of all my loves.

Do You Know?

It has become my very nature, To smile and end up in laughter,

When the sun is up and smiling. But while the moon is up and waiting,

Wanting not to enter the little sky in my eyes, I frown and sob in the dark.

The Bridal Story

It’s been sometime since I made an update. I was thinking of posting something all these time but was too busy and exhausted to concentrate. 

The biggest news I want to share with you is about the most discussed topic here; my wedding. Hope you guessed! :). Yes,  I got married. It was just few days before Onam, that my relationship status changed from single to married. I finally met the one I searched for*, pulling aside everything that got in between us! 

Wedding Roses

             

But my journey was not that easy; becoming a bride and accepting that fact was a little difficult for me. Above all I strove to prepare myself to give up the little luxury that I had; the princess status that I have been enjoying all these years at home and I know I would miss that every day.  But yes, I enjoyed the fun side too in being a bride; that special onetime experience in life. 

Life flows and flows and now the challenge is to  resolve those inner conflicts, the new phase of life has brought in. So the new story begins here. I am away from my parents, home and far away from the place where I am rooted. And may be the impacts these made would get reflected in my posts too. I can't explain how soothing it is to pour  out my thoughts on this very own space of mine. Hope I can be consistent, sharing my stories.

*hopefully :D

Rediscovering Kozhikode - Chombala Harbour

At Chombala harbour

"A fairy went a-marketing, She bought a little fish...". Do you remember this poem? :) I went to buy fishes too!

It was my first time visit to Chombala fishing harbor, Kozhikode District, though it's somewhat near to my home town. The harbor is located between Vadakara and Mahe. Being a pescetarian, I was delighted to watch how the freshly caught seafood is treated. When I reached there, the spot was already crowded. A lot of people were waiting for the trawlers to arrive and unload their fish and the fishermen were in high spirits to show off their catch of the day.

People waiting

Mackerels, Mackerels everywhere! It was a day of Mackerels though many other fishes were found in the harbor market. I could see fishermen lifting  carts full of fishes and transferring it to ice boxes to send it to the market outside from where it is delivered to hundreds of people everyday . It's actually very cheap to buy fishes from here.

Mackerel

Bargains progressed and sales were made even as more and more boats gently floated up and from the depths of the vessels, huge catches of fish shoveled out. People began running towards it with small baskets and plastic crates and filled it hastily; which are then passed on to the salesmen on the harbor. They sell these fresh goods according to the ongoing bargains and the activity went on until all the goods are taken up by the middle men or customers. 

Fishing Boats

I saw lot many people buying fish for their household who were pleased to get them at such a reasonable rate. So  did we and got a basket full of mackerel on a good bargain. While the sun was high and hot we left the place thinking about the recipes to be tried. 

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Happiness

Sometimes I can feel how happiness grows, From the heart to the eyes,

And how it blossoms as smiles, Giving out even more happiness. 

A Book To Soothe

I have been busy all these days though I took a break from my work life. But I missed this space and my folks here, who keep visiting tirelessly since I couldn't concentrate on any of the things coz of my nervous and wandering mind. And then I wanted to distract my mind and keep all the thoughts and worries at bay. As usual I needed getting buried in a book and follow the life of those characters. And for now, I want a simple and sweet story that can keep me hooked. Hope The DEViant would serve the purpose.

It's the debut novel by Shankar S. Padmanaban which starts from the climax of the story. I easily got obsessed with finding out the previous happenings that led to the climax. Now I am half way through the book. Let's see how it goes! I would be soon posting a review. :) Stay tuned!

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Office Farewell Day

And finally, I am prepared to move. This place belonged to me once! Four years before, like a fish in a new pond, I struggled to breathe when I joined here though I strived and survived later. The beauty and comfort here had once stopped me from going. As I had told before there’s some kismet connection between us. But I can’t make excuses, karma is calling, though I find it hard to say goodbye. 

I smiled, I laughed, I disagreed, I screamed, I fought, I hugged and I stood for what I believed in and now, a farewell.  But the worst thing is missing the people here!

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Smileful

The day has finally come, To take off the monotony, 

From her smileless face, To burst into laughter!

Stars In Your Eyes

I saw silver slivers of the moon, Falling on your face, On that bright and cheery night.

I was confused; To listen and nod at you,  Or to stare at the glimmering stars in your eyes!

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My Self

Yesterday was just another day;I saw myself busy collecting, All those shattered being of mine, And acting even busier,Uniting and befriending with myself again, Still denying not a chance to repeat the process.
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Silence

She was not angry, She was but sad.She was not mad at anyone,She was but crushing her agony.And silence was the only weapon, She thought she could operate flawlessly.

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Caterpillar- The Story

He was the reason of my nomadic life from which I found pleasure in. I wandered and wandered; from gardens to gardens, villages to towns and sometimes from the woods to valleys.  And now, when I fix my little legs in that place, which by birth, is his native and not mine, I expected his face among the strangers I met. Many smiling faces, many faces mysterious past by but none of them was him. Everything was the same, as he explained; the weather, the flowers, the taste of nectar and so on. 

Time has its reworks implied, but I can remember his words that date back to a time when I was a tiny caterpillar inside a chrysalis. I grew fast pumping his voice to my soul. Now that I got my wings to flutter and seek out, but I couldn't find him in any of the places I visited. Where is he? Am I late to reach here? When thinking about the average span of life that we flies normally have, it’s not small a transformation, from a caterpillar to a butterfly. But I am here to find my love.

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The Bearded

Seeing his long messy beard,
I always doubted,
If gravitation has an upward pull too,
Or else how has it grown in a direction so opposite!!!

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Light

When the flickering lamp blinded my eyes,
With  its beams so intense and bright,
I know how it feels;
To have all the courage,
But no weapon to fight and defeat.
Light is mightier than anything!

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Rediscovering Kozhikode - Kappad

It's bliss to stand there and embrace the sun like a little lotus.  And the picture says it all! Whenever I pave a visit to Kappad beach, words keep flowing out from my heart. Here's one scribbling. 

At Kappad beach

I stand near the sea, hours so countless

And never got tired waiting,

For his zillion smiles at dawn and throughout.

Moon has proposed me a thousand times,

But I lost my heart to the sun.

The sea is the limit and witness;

Of my sighs and smiles, and of my hopes and worries.

Each time I stand by her side,

She pacifies me with her songs, so magical,

That can revive one from life and death.

Picture Credits: Anusree (for capturing the moment) and Mredul C.K (for editing it beautifully). 

Letting It Go

It sucks like anything when you get irritated with the worse than the worst emotions or behaviour from someone. Don’t you? At times, you would have to experience the heaven and hell at the same place, sometimes you would be a friend and a stranger to the same person(s). Time has its own surprises. There’s a reason for every reaction you make. But which would you choose; your inner self or sacrifice its voice to please someone?  And again at times the whole world says you are wrong, but you would still have to bear with yourself and your intuitions. And then, you should be able to hope that the truth will come out to reveal itself, someday and finally letting it go. My words seem a little philosophical, ah? :) I am struck by something and a little hurt too.  But spilling those thoughts and emotions here on my blog has its cathartic effect, as I had previously blogged about. And these quotes seem well soothing.

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True Drops

I looked all over the grass bunches; on the leaves and near the shoot, for the morning dew drop which then slipped through my fingertips. Where did it go?

Yes, the final destination should be the wet soil that is to enrich the soul of a living being. But before that it should cling somewhere, reflecting the beauty of the “just woken up” tiny greens. And then, I saw it moving slowly; from the tip of a leaf it slithered to the next leaf and finally into the stomach of a tiny plant. In that small dew drop, there is a part of the sun, a part of the ocean, smiles and tears as in any life. And now, it has served its purpose and will be back again in some form to continue the never ending journey of birth and death. 

Hope you would like this analogy too! 

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Rediscovering Kozhikode- Pazhassi Raja Museum

It’s always an enlivening experience rediscovering history, finding the stories behind, going through the singular materials once owned by people like us; of those who has owned a name for themselves and those of the common man who has gone through gains and pains, unfortunately not leaving a distinguishable name behind for us to rant about apart from their material possessions for us to glance through. Sharing here such an experience.

I had blogged about my love for Kozhikode and my weekly routine of rushing home after office. I rarely get time to take a pause and roam about in the city, rediscovering the happiness and curiosity. My new year activities started up on a slow pace and the first place I visited was Pazhassi Raja Archaeological Museum and Krishna Menon Art Gallery. It's been a long time I was longing to go there. When I asked some people about this place, nobody knew about it that well, it’s obvious that not much information is available online too, except the old promo videos by Kerala Tourism containing glimpses of the museum interiors. It's a small museum but I liked lending my ears to the story-full historic pieces pleading in silence, to get listened, quenching my eyes with the sight of monuments wrapped in real life stories and taking pride in the valour of the heroes of the by-gone era who inspires through the stories monumentalised. I spent time forgetting everything, enjoying the beauty of each piece of art. So I think I should write my version of the experience here.

You are ready visualising the museum through my words, aren't you?
I know you are interested. :P

The Tale Behind:

The museum located in East Hill, Kozhikode is managed by the Kerala State Archaeology Department and has got renovated. The Pazhassi Raja Museum building dates back to the year 1812 and was then known as East Hill Bungalow. Later the bungalow was converted to an archaeological museum and in 1980, it was renamed as the Pazhassi Raja Archaeological Museum.

Pazhassi Raja Archaeological Museum

Going Inside:

As you can see in the picture, the steps at the entrance takes you to the enclosed verandah at the first floor. Once the entry pass is taken we will be directed to a small hall from the verandah. I was pleased to enter the hall where the huge wooden doors welcomed me like a long awaited visitor. The cup boards that showcase the antiques reflects green.  There are metal sculptures from various temples and palaces, flower vases, wooden spoons, Kerala and European swords measuring instruments, various kinds of old traditional weighing scales, talapavs, bronze lamps, door locking system of the olden days and different kinds of coins. And when you look up, the wooden ceiling will tempt you to take a photograph.

But oops! Photographs are strictly banned inside Pazhassi Raja Museum! 

There was some other thing that drew my attention- the different handcuffs. I could hear the angered voices, anguished cries, complaints, disagreements and disappointments behind those handcuffs. The museum was not crowded and I took my own time checking out each and everything that the museum disclosed. From the hall, again to the sides of the veranda, displaying temple plans, ancient temple models and its cross sections. When half way through, we entered a room where huge funeral pots,urns and models of dolmen are displayed. There are also beads and stones from Indus Valley civilization.

From there to the ground floor through the spacious steps,  where we can see many stone carvings of Hindu Gods, Pranala, Veerakallu(aka hero stone is a memorial commemorating the honourable death of a hero in battle), Pulachikallu etc. And then back to the verandah where a huge, luxurious and beautifully adorned palanquin is seen as if it's there to rant about its importance in an era where roads didn't turn up and travelling was not motorised. Hope you got an idea about what to expect there. If you happen to spend time in Kozhikode, and if you like things historic, you should visit this place.

The building is surrounded by greeneries and adjacent to the museum stands the Krishna Menon Art Gallery and Museum, Kozhikode. I am not writing about it now since this post has become lengthier than expected. Words just spilled out unexpectedly. Couldn't help! ;)

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