Beeps In The Mind

"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

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

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! Image Source: Pixabay

It’s been a while now, that I am in friendship with her; the little cute Tulasi plant  (holy Basel ) . I happened to notice her during a summer where we were suffering from the kind of drought which I never had experienced before. We had to fetch water and take it to our house. Thank God, for the big office cab we had! We were praying to the rain god to shower life on us! Everything was dried out; plants and grasses were already dead and only big trees survived. I was always taught to worship Tulasi.  Apart from that I always had a special affection and love for her. She gave me the first-aid to a centipede’s bite which I had to go though, many times in my life and many a time as a relief to my breathing problem when I get cold. There’s no disease that she couldn't cure and she always blessed me with her magical cure whenever I wanted. As you know, she is the best home remedy for anything and everything. Now seeing a little Tulasi plant gett

Many are asking me why I am not relocating my work life from Kozhikode. And it’s a question I also thought about some time ago. And once; two years before to be exact, I stepped out of this location (it’s a techno/ industrial park) in search of a new place. I was actually fed up with the work life here. I believe in all those cosmic powers that got me back to the same place but in a different company which made me change all my beliefs about this particular sector where there are so many companies working more or less in the same style and work culture. I was so disappointed about how employees are valued & treated and how their talents are utilized. I believe that it's the employees who makes a company and so their happiness matters a lot.  I should say that the current company where I work at has all those I wished for or anyone like me (who doesn't have that luxury of going home daily after work) wishes for; be it accommodation, cook,

There was not much to adore from the recent trip of mine. Though it lacked excitements there were occasions which made me think about things which I never thought of. Actually I was not getting entertained, but was getting educated. I was deeply disturbed and couldn't give my attention to any of the things which entertained my team. The clean, clear expanse of water was one of the spots which restored my frame of mind. Here is a glimpse of one of the scenes. I am wordless. Let the picture speak for itself. :)

It was after a long time I was seeing him. He was all happy to meet me there and so did I, to see him bless my friend, on the day so auspicious to her. He was proud of her for everything except one. He doesn't like luxury wedding and so was not much satisfied by how she carried herself that day. She is such a simple and humble girl but yeah, weddings are always gala events. He asked me if I would stand like that with all the embellishments on my special day. I don’t like luxury weddings for sure. I do like jewelries a lot though I don’t have that fancy for gold like many of the South Indians. But I kept mum. Well I didn't tell about whom I am speaking. You might have got a hint from the title. He is one of my dearest teachers at school who made me feel that learning language is lot more than learning grammar and building vocabulary. I always loved learning more about my mother tongue during my school days, though I had have read English books more. An

The day before yesterday I came to witness something which made me think deep about it. I am all moved by the thought of giving. This divine act makes a start by relighting our thoughts, we are then immersed in, which is then followed by things beyond our direct influence: the flow of love and kindness and also the flow of gratitude and happiness. I remember the day I first got to know the happiness as a giver. Before that I knew only the emotion of a taker and not that of a soulful giver. Be it a helping hand, a supporting voice or a pair of kind eyes ready to offer a help, I believe it as something out of our conscious control. The kindness can be from someone you least expected, lesser known or from someone completely unfamiliar to you. I am told that God is present in all his creations and I believe that he passes on his messages from heart to heart according to the flow of life, in the form of that divine emotion called love; which by no means require a special link apart

I like to recollect my memories at times, by reading the notes I wrote in the past. When I go through those memories which were sweet, it makes me feel good. And if it’s something that has become irreversible, makes me feel guilty. But all these always made me stronger, helped me make a point out of it and embrace a change in my attitude. Through my notes I can experience the changes happened to me and is kind of inspiration to be more positive. I know I have been getting transformed . In between, I was put to tests, I lost, I won, but I was always a better person. (It’s this universal syllabus of life that is the most flawless one.  We are not given any specific books to refer, we need to feed ourselves with the knowledge and sometimes we get some opportunities  to meet some precious people to study some precious things. And then those exams without a notice. But it's not a matter if we are passed or failed, its sure that we have studied something which will never be forgo

“God sometimes removes a person from your life for your protection. Don't run after them.” I happened to see this quote yesterday, shared by someone in G+ and suddenly hooked with some memories. The above quote must be true. I remember some of my acquaintances (who are more like my friends, at least I thought so) who were with me and now disappeared losing their selves somewhere in the dark. Might be they themselves were not aware that the promises they gave are not going to be kept. The time sea with its mighty waves has just carried those away from their thoughts. In due cause I know I will start forgetting them and their promises. And I feel like asking sometimes, why they were brought in my life? No I can’t question it, coz everyone has a certain role in others life, big or small; might be that single point they conveyed can be a big lesson for me to refer. Memories are lovely, but I stopped running after them. Peace!

Celebrating a year of pescetarianism!I never thought of becoming a pescetarian, but it all happened without me getting a prior notice of that instinct. I was fond of chicken though I tried keeping away from the flesh of bigger animals (say beef and others). I remember me enjoying each bite of the chunk.  I don’t know how I could easily get detached from this favorite food item.  I feel better on this diet   and not even getting reminded that I was a carnivore once upon a time. I think I have completely forgotten the taste of those spicy dishes and so staying calm when those are in front of me with a “please eat me” attitude.  It’s some magic, I believe, some act of my inner voice.......I just obeyed it without a single doubt coz there is no point doubting that voice which won't express something that’s not right for me!

I was born on a Friday in November. So Fridays have kind of special place in my mind. Then in school it was the happiest day as it being the last working day. And then in college it was a day of excitement; waiting for the last working day. Time just flew away and gone are the days which made me sit at home all days and do my stuff. Then was the work phase of life. I wanted everyday to be a Friday coz I was away from home and wanted that excitement and eagerness to make myself stay cheerful at my hostel. The companies I have been working for are based in the Middle East region and so I am hardly busy these days. Saturdays seem to be a special working day behind the scenes coz on Saturdays we sign out a few hours earlier and rush out. Then I travel back, ya, it's always a happy journey to discover me back in the world I own. That’s it, like the Jeevathma joining the Paramathma! Peace and Bliss! Like before, as a kid, even today I think like “Monday aavalle”.

It sounds so strange sometimes to know that I feel low without any big reason to quote. But all these won’t happen all of a sudden. It usually comes once a particular threshold is reached; things which make me feel low get queued up until that threshold point. Anything that comes over it will break that pile as if a pin is pricked on to an air tight balloon. And then I know it won’t stay in my control to hold that fluid of emotions coming down. I feel good when those tear drops are sent away and with them, the blues too.    Yeah, now I feel content! ;)

I met many people, many places; everything seems to be a written puzzle note directing me to something, may be to discover something. Everything and everyone had something to offer me and I had in exchange smiles and love for them. They taught me many things, showed live demo of many instances, inspired me, corrected me and polished me. And one day they bid farewell, relocated far away from me to take a path which is different from mine. It took some time for me to get acquainted with all people who became good acquaintances and friends. But sending them off to follow the path they own was always difficult for me.  I know those were inevitable! And the next note was ready for me somewhere, and my path was changing too though I was not realizing. Of course everything happens for a reason. But the very thought of how well things are planned for us makes me feel content. Is it like any program already written like if we do this, a condition satisfy and things like that? I

I don’t remember how long I carried that name in my mind. But I very much remember me uttering it many times without a conscious effort. And now when I am about to utter the same I am pulling back my tongue because it belongs to the past, a period which cannot be retrieved. Losing that name is not a big thing but losing the voice behind it, losing that love, is not an easy thing to go through. Well I am not speaking about a name but it’s a concept which I imagined and believed in. And it’s time now, it’s high time to erase the very concept and develop a new one.   

I very much wanted to write down my thoughts these days. But I couldn't since I failed to find a fresh paper there at my hostel room and then I thought about blogging....but ya....I felt a bit lazy that time. I always like to scribble about and someday...going through those and getting wondered like is it me who wrote all those and then making some editing here and there. The funniest thing is that nowadays I am getting that impulse to write down my thoughts when I am at office. I can't help it when I feel like emptying my thoughts!And as somewhere I have written down, " Come out my thoughts, come and reside here with words put on"...I am feeling light and relaxed now. This is the real magic of words. Words are always magical to me; creating magic in me and my life!!! I just love words which takes me to god and heaven, to sky and stars, to everything that I have seen and heard & to everything that is imagined.