A remembrance.

Today is the 30th Death Anniversary of Appat Devaky Amma, our Grandmother.

30 years back, I was the last new born grandchild She could hold close to her to share her warmth. She departed when I was only 6 months old. Most of us weren’t so blessed to experience her warmth and love like our elder brothers and sisters.

It’s been 30 years. We haven’t seen her. We haven’t heard her sweet and soft voice. We haven’t been wrapped in her kindness. Yet, we love her like we have had her among us through all these years. She is literally living within us through the stories our parents and our people in the neighbourhood keep sharing. We have heard so much that how She even walk, behave, smile and talk.

Through the stories She still have a lesson for us:

Your goodness shouldn't come in your voice. It is what people talk about you in your absence.

We definitely miss her. But we love her more than that.

We are sad that She is not with us. But we so happy that we are her grandchildren.

Perfect/Improvement

I have often seen people desperately racing for ‘Perfection’. Out of my observation I would say Perfection is a mere pressure builder. And there is absolutely nothing called perfection. It is an illusion. An illusion that defies you in the end. I would quote Improvement much mightier than perfection. Perfection is a lie that kills the attempt to improve any further. Perfection is an illusion, improvement is the truth.

Improvement is a perpetual task. We keep improving every day. Something we call perfect may not look perfect some years from now. Situations, requirements and people keep changing. Like the moon, beauty lies in something that keeps changing, something that improves. Anything that was once perfect will one day be outdated. And something that improves remains forever. I bet, even when the whole world rate a work of art as a masterpiece of the craftsman, he will definitely be having a ‘could-have-made-better’ point in his work. And that would be the only think he see whenever he looks at the ‘masterpiece’. Remember, there is no masterpiece in life.

There is a serious revelation that needs to be spread out. Perfection is a dead-end. Improvement is what takes us to the end of it. Hence, let’s make it a point to make one improvement a day. It should also be kept in mind to insist and indulge our children in doing it. At least improve something that requires it in a one-hand radius circle that surrounds us. Be it the field of work, your personality, your behaviour, discipline or anything. Just keep improving. And then in the end when you turn back to have a glance of life, you will see that it was a perfect life.

Fearlessness!!

Death is that one thing that I love doing. Not to kill; to die. In those five letters hides the ultimate truth of the universe. Fractions of that second when the so called "something"; my identity, starts finding its way out of my body. Sad is the understanding that it happens just once. Cannot afford to miss the chance hence. I want to have it with all its perfection and purity.

Here lived who loved to live and die equally. Perhaps this brought bliss in his life and that smile on his face.

Fearlessness!! Yes, that’s the key!