Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mini Story: The Pain and the Pleasure


The short-mini story below is dedicated to Ms. Soorya -a cheerful and energetic person; works with Airtel, Cochin.
 
The last Saturday morning....

I walked to Edapally railway station. It stood still and silent with gigantic trees on both sides. Not much passengers on the platform; only some morning walkers just jogging there. I sat on a cement bench.

The climate was cloudy and little bit hot. The thirsty old rails laid there to infinity waiting for the arrival of a train.

When sat for a while, I felt lonely.

Then, alas! The bitter loneliness crept into my soul like a sluggish snail....

I thought to call my friends.

Called Mr. Sasi - out of range
Then Mr. Rahman - he was busy
Ms. Deepthi: mobile was switched off.

Again, I plunged deeply into the ocean of solitude.....

Thought on Yoga, or to read some inspirational books, but my mind was not ready for it.

Suddenly, I got a surprise call from Mr. Mohanan.

He is a nice friend of me, having a good philosophical outlook and views; keeps a pleasant face always - working at a PHC in Thrissur.

Mohanan told me: "No problem my friend! I can suggest you a special medicine to overcome your loneliness!"

I met him at Thrissur K.S.R.T.C stand -he took me to the Thekkinkad maidan where the legendary Thrissur Pooram celebration was going on...

A world of myth, carnival, fun, entertainment and colors...

Children, women, men, students, professionals, workers - all are there crowded. The spirit was high and extreme.

I came out from my narrow self-inner world and became one with the crowd. Opened my eyes; knew the people's emotions; saw the sacred temple elephants there.

Looked to the eyes of elephants who were adorned with dazzling ornaments. I came nearby, and touched it -I felt I'm not alone!

My loneliness went away... my mind became so light while removed the heavy weight of self thoughts. In an ecstasy of joy, I flied like a bird....

I remembered the words of Great Budha: “To overcome the pain and miseries, come out from your own unwanted desires”


with luv
--Sadar
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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Mini Story: Totally Different!


The mini story below is dedicated to my MLT friend Mr. Rahman Koduvally.
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This sunday evening... it's too hot outside like in a desert land. I'm not going anywhere! Instead, wanted to write 2 mini stories for you all...

An old story:

There lived three close friends in a village. They were child hood friends. When grown up and to earn money, they planned to start a business. so went  to a town away from their small village.

In their lodge room, the sincere friends were thinking hard on what to start. At last they decided to open a restaurant. 

The first guy said: "We can open a big restaurant so we can attract more customers and hence more money".

The second one suggested like this: "No, we have to start three different hotels. Then, we blame each other. So, people think we're enemies each. Actually we're one! We should look only for profit. When they're unsatisfied with the bad food in one hotel, they will be forced to come to other hotels. But, anyhow, we get all the customers anyway, and we can have good profit".

"Nice idea" the third one agreed...

Three hotels were totally different in shape, served dishes, and even the color of the shops! So poor people thought they are not same and tasted in three different hotels frequently, but always cheated!

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The new story:

The election day, I came to the booth very early in the morning. Found several candidates; different flags, different colors, different ideologies; they're totally different - no similarity at all -sure!!

I voted to my desired candidate....



with luv
----Sadar


Sunday, August 21, 2011

The mini story below is dedicated to Mrs. Zx - an amateur artist and a lover of dreams. She works in Jeddah.
 

Spiritual journey and a friend... 

After a deadly troublesome journey in a red color painted private bus, I reached Aluva railway station.

Now 9: 30 am. I'm in platform no: 3, having coffee sitting on a round bucket chair. 

Just after the station, there stood a huge Banyan tree with long hanging roots, as if it touched the sky. The clear blue sky inspired a warm mood in me.

The platform was almost calm and silent; without many passengers. When looked back again into the sky, it gave me a feeling of peace and as if i'm back to Nature from the noisy rusty town streets.

Slowly, the train began to appear like a huge living creature showing its mighty. I love train journey as it always sparked new ideas and dreams in me. We can go back to Nature once again when we cross villages, rivers, farm fields and through woods. I think town life is totally material and taking a train ride is purely a spiritual one.

When train stopped, I was thrilling what new experience this journey would gift me...

Got a window seat. I looked around. There was one gentle man was sitting just opposite of me -
             simply dressed, with a bright face & wide forehead.

To break the silence, he asked:

"Are you Mr. .....?"

"Yes":  I replied

"Did you do your graduation in the ................ College?": Again his query.

"Yeah..." Surprised I'm

Actually he was my classmate in college. He lives writing - he's become a popular author now.

I remembered his olden days.

He loved to live as a writer, so done diploma in creative writing and took his pen with hope, but no single word he could make.

Next step, he began to read and read. He got books of Shakespeare, William Wordsworth,  Sherlock Holmes of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...

1000 and 1 nights  Arabian stories...

Then came to Malayalam novels: 'Bhargahvee Nilayam', 'Khasakinte Ithihasam', 'Adithyanum Radhyaum Mattu Chilarum' .....

Read many magazines, short stories, mini stories...
                                                but no use, except he lost some money only.

Anyhow, he tried again...

He went visiting several places, pilgrim centers -away from towns, towards hill areas, riverside huts..
                        still his paper remained empty with not any single line on it.

Then he left the plan to be a writer.

"Ok, how you became a popular writer like now?" I couldn’t stop me asking.

His words:
"I left the plan to live as a writer. After some years I got married like any other guy. Just after 3 months of marriage, ideas began to spring up in my mind. Some more months passed. My inner mind became restless and I needed to write.

Almost 1 year after marriage: All my accumulated thoughts burst out and delivered into a book. It has got many readers.

Now my inside is really burning with full of ideas and I can write anything anytime.

The train reached Palakkad station. I've to get down.

I commented: "I never thought married life has a good advantage like this. I've also to get marry"

While rushing towards the busy noisy town again, I was still in the world of spiritual journey with my friend and his enlightening story.

 -with luv