Sunday, March 15, 2009

A fortnight:-"faraway from the maddening crowd"


13-feb-2009 Trichur < chronicles decoded from a dreamer's dairy, just as it is,,,.... sincerely...>
Hi again, Its night 11.30 now,after all the way from the hectic tedious rounds of the day I feel my energy has completely drained out.Even a late night shower couldn't make any difference.To get away from the suffocating stuffiness of my lodging room i just opened up the balcony door.In the vicinity the electrified Amala medical college at its best.From that skyscraper,when I shifted my conscious to the the neighbouring rooms,the lights where seen virtually nowhere except room number 205,luckily that's mine!.Regardless of my drooping eyelids,i decided to write down something about the last fourteen days which really added up many flavours of experiences to my edgy saga called life, that too in a brand new identity in a relatively unfamiliar place.
When i was asked for the supervision of my students here in Amala cancer institute-Trichur, with there oncology clinicals for 14days with one of my fellow workers,i was amidst dilemma initially to choose or not to?.At the end of the day after a serious mulling over i nodded,anticipating that it would offer me a change{v can believe in-as like Obama's election slogan} from normal annoying crowd and from the routine academic hours,though its good to be A Teacher "always" in "all ways"....!!!
In this late night,indeed the last night of my fortnight mission,when i retrospect,hitherto everything have came out well with his grace,except some mere initial turmoil,in first couple of days.Apart from the academic aspects,these days have really helped to a greater extent to explore the multi-faceted temperament of my students with a fine--tooth comb and also to establish a good deal of camaraderie with them.What's more,my colleague was at her best,friendly,supportive and dynamic.
The last couple of weeks have really made me to feel so close to this Amala campus and nearby Vilangan hills,may be just because the smiles i get from the anonymous well-wishers here, have grown larger and wider, as my co-worker mocks me all the way.In fact through our regular walks for quite few days here, we are no more strangers to the each one out here,includes both viable and non-viable stuffs!!Though most of these chuckling faces may move out of sight as I move from here to my routine life schedule,never the one in physio unit,who captured my conscious for quite few moments and greeted me through her never-spoken words and indeed with her ebullient eyes through a spontaneous spark of strangers chemistry...!!!.Was it her glowing eyes inside the dark ebony veil that virtually stopped my breaths for a while..?Whatsoever,i couldn't say even a 'al-vida' to her.
My mere infatuation came to an end when the old dusty clock on the corner of room reminded me with12 strokes.Its time to doze off.But still this piece of writing would be a mere insensate if I wind up without expressing my deep concerns about the clients out here,who live with amid chaos between greenish life and staring devastating death,with a sluggishly slender and fairly feeble notion called -Hope...!!!Astonishingly,most of them always managed to keep a smirk on their face cover,even when the fatal malignancy hunts its newer localities for metastasis.This deeply agonizing scenario from Nargis Dutt ward {a cancer ward here,built in memory of Sanjay Dutt's mother,latter died of cancer} took my mind to some years back where i too was a student and had been posted in Kidwai instituteof oncology,Bangalore for a month.There we guys had a pet from the children's ward,namely Ayesha Fathima-a 4 yr old little girl,who was suffering from A.L.L {Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia},who captivated whole our attention and staggered us with her sheer bravery and courage.Our ever-long break times too seemed so short n small all the time as the little girl wanted to be with us that time to take her food,to share her dreams with us.What's more,just with in a weeek she was the apple of our each ones eyes..!!Sky was her limit as she always dreamed of becoming a pilot one day.Even the dreadful disease nor invasive treatment couldn't vanish away her lovely cute smile with that chweety dimple.I am sure not even a single child can be as tough as our little ayesha.I had had been with her for an intense painful chemotherapeutic drug administration one day.As the soluted fluid begun to flow through,hurting deeply her little vessels,i stared to her innocent eyes with a sense of compassion.But to my surprise,she was neither mouring nor shedding tears,instead the little girl just embraced my forefinger tightly with one of her tender hands.Her little hands were so chilly than ever before..!!
"Heartbreaking memories neither ends nor dies......"!!!!! Its Feb-14th now[1.pm],ironically yet an other lovers day too has arrrived.To wake-up to a brand -new day of happenings i embraced my bed.But either the 'eyes-shutted' electric light bulbs or breezy electric fan couldn't assure me a sound sleep,,,"as the tides of memories in the shores of my mind were never-ending...!!!
What might have happened to that ambitious little girl..???Is she recovered....?Or.............???
Try to keep my mind serene,i closed my eyes,and eventually slipped in to a a semi-siesta.As the sleep conquered me,bountiful of ironical dreams rided my wisdom so high,precisely to the extreme heights,more likely to the altitudes of solitude,but never the certitude!!! The snowy,silky clouds wraped the dreamscape and the soul-soothing avian twiters reverberated my sensorium.When i was gazing these vague eveanscence in valleys of lonliness with a great wonder,more amazingly a slow,tender touch shaked my fingers..............
And shockingly i re-realized that,,,it was so-chilly...!!!!!!!
:hruthayapoorvam nisar vellapully.........
life is beautiful*.......(*conditions apply)

Sunday, January 4, 2009

A simple but elegant poetry on Night by ISABELLA SWAN.....i-am-loving-it_nisar vellapully!


NIGHT

           

             At night

At night I lay and think of you hoping my wishes and dreams come true

At night I wonder can this be the end is this all that's left

At night I wish we could go to the way things were

At night I lay and cry about the things that happened and how it all ended

At night I lay and think of us, I mean you and I

At night I realize there's no more us

At night I dream of us together again

At night I wish for us to be together again

But in the morning I realize it was all........

At Night................!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Isabella Swan 

Thursday, January 1, 2009

"The True Sketches"_ _ a retrospective_nisar vellapully


എവിടെയോ വായിച്ചിരുന്നു..
ആര്ക്കും ഒരു കഥ എഴുതാംസ്വന്തം ജീവിതത്തെകുറിച്ച്“.
എന്നാല്നാം പറയുന്നതിനും അപ്പുറമല്ലേ നമ്മുടെ എല്ലാം ജീവിതം...
പറയപ്പെടാത്ത...അറിയാതെ പോകുന്ന ചില അറിവുകള്‍...
അറിഞ്ഞവയില്തന്നെ അറിയെണ്ടതുപോലെ അറിയാതെ പോകുന്ന ചില നേരറിവുകള്‍...
ജീവിതം കാണിച്ചു തരുന്ന ചില നേരറിവുകള്‍...
നേരറിവുകള്കാട്ടി തരാനായി നമ്മിലെയ്ക്ക് എത്തുന്ന ചില വ്യക്തികള്‍..
ചെങ്ങാതികള്‍..ഇത് അവരെകുറിച്ചാണു.......

                                    First of all let me begin with extending my hearty gratitude to all my beloved friends,from my nursery playmates to childhood mates, school mates to collegemates,teachers to my beloved students,and to those guys with whom i spent my day n nights on the the most precious days of my bengaluru life, to my dear penfriends' whom i hav never met yet but makes my each day a remarkable one thru their love-wraped e-fonts(scraps n sms)and at times even thru their soothing voice calls & to much lovin  deedis to my cleints whom am emotionally attached with the sense known as compassion.....Frankly ,right from the bottom of my heart, i have been enriched  to a greater extent from the knowledge,experinces,love,affection and  the warmth that I was getting from YOU so far.Let me redefine it in this way,you are the ones who really made me to think that my life has become worthwhile and you are the one who make my day-to-day life so special and spelendid.Each and evry friends, irrespective of their age and status have offerd me different experiences and the most valuable notes regarding, the so-called life.

                                  Now here am sharing with you the fragnance of such a herart-warming realationship without any editings [caz, when its life,,,there are no editings and retakes…he na..???…] Its about a relation which happeneds  quite unexpectedly during my clinical hours of my student year ,Even now I find it so hard to digest,Was it her cool attitude or her sheer brilliance in my fav sub: philosophy{though she blives it was a mere coincidence to struck wit a recherche personality in an odd place},that really made her my best “STRANGER”..,,,,..???,despite knowing the lime-light identity she enjoys as a daughter of the most reknowed and the most successful chief minister par polititian of Karnataka state,or as a academic winner poetic image ,or as a well-known columnist in most of the dailys in blore and more over unknowing the real tragedy she was facing meantime...However With in a short course of time we built a great camaraderie in between.

                               Meanwhile  by exploring her unsaid,unshowed poetic image I made her a humble request to write about the so-called LOVE….For this stranger, whom she believed the owner of ,the most innocent and naughtee chuckle visage,with a sensible thinking soul….she rolled her pen,,,, to write  about the most divine,the most hailed ,,,,LOVE....  

 

Loves own define……….she wrote………………………………………………………………………………….. 

 LOVE'S OWN DEFINE


Happen to meet a stranger on duty

At a healing place of uncertainity

To my surprise,stranger smiled with a smirk on face cover

Made a very honest,humble and very  sweet request....

Very profoundly known to whole world,To write poetic love.

All,speak or experince the quest;

For the great irrevocable,embedded natures Love........

Though love is the best soul-soother

Can be beyond one's path of fate rather.

Evey being craves for love from someone to somewhere,

But,many bitter moments sways life's swing to nowhere.

Althogh,dusty saaga of life's journey,

Painfully,seeks eternal Bliss of Love.....

So few,are bestowed by the Lord's grace.

In this splendid mind-blowing creation of time-pace.

Though I must say ' love is yet to be defined..??

No learned,no saint,no-one ever spell-out

Struggle to unfold the magic mystique mystery of Love-kind

Feelings that make all cry, laugh and so very-giving,

Fascinating ,unconditional truth that flashes,miracles so saving.

Wings of all shades in emotions fly to reach heights.

Closer to romantic full moon's silver light on a breezy sand-side

Folding all good moods of mind-set

My life has been ,bountyful of irony.

Alas,,none can undo fortunes symphony---------

a world without love,i shockingly wonder with intense.

For sure would be ,such an unmangable adverse.

Love in fury,in hate,in agony.

Love in lust ,in excite ,in calamity,

Love is lyrical ,musical notes of life-line rejoices.

Also at times can get cylinical?.

Brings lots of lusture,when one looks forward with all musture

Love is sense of belonging,boyancy of dreamy fantacies.

Love is sharing ,caring with crystal rays of understanding courticies.

For some known , Its heart-beating...

For some unknown ,Its soul-breaking.

To most , not known it could be Mind-blasting.

Ohh...good heavens,need a life span to chistle love's abony.

Myth or faith ,flare or fiction ,impossible but undefined.

Yet deprved ,by the great holy creator.

Luck smiles while blessed; no doubt it's captivatingly intimate.

When ,one is wraped with true loving soul-mate.

Paying all my dutiful and heart felt devoted tributes,

To that most powerful,unseen,unheared Almighty,ruler of universal solitudes.....

Mind can be scroll on volumes of ,passionate descripions,

Every ending springs up a bouncy begining.

With over flowing cascades of ever-loving and lasting inscriptions.

love is soul designed embroidery of life's colorful threads of feelings

With spectracular handywork of god sent cupid angels from wonderland of flowerings.

Exoitongly exahausted at last ,like to conclude,

By whispering answer to sweet , smart ,tall stranger >>>

With all my strongest will I declare with strength of my heart's silence-

In God's abode ,love ,can be ,will be , shall be forever till nature is alive......

                LOVE IS DIVINE'S DIVINE DEVINITY...

                         

                                                                       with love niss.....>>>