May

May, this was a very beautiful month with so many good things happening. Like; officially this month started on the 13^th when I joined my new company. April 30^th, was the last day at my previous company, so there was a 12 day ‘vacation’, that’s how I like to call that dozen days. Also, I had a very grand birthday celebration on 11^th May (by Moon Sign) with all my six uncles and aunties, my Mom and my dear little cousins and many others. There was a traditional vegie feast for lunch and a surprise cake cutting in the evening. Surprise!! That’s the word all I could find to explain though an understatement. Surprised also because they made me feel I’m so special to them. Thanks my dearest Appat family for the biggest birthday I have ever had..!!!

All the celebration was at the zenith of happiness as it was on the eve of my cousin sister’s engagement.

As because of these many things happening around me the shell of anxiety that could have developed before joining a new company wasn’t even thought of. After all, everything will be fine at the end and if it’s not, then that’s not the end of it.

But ‘The Alchemist’ is dragging into the third month. Unbelievable!! Am I becoming too busy? Or is it that I’m messing up the time arrangement? May be I gotto move to conclude with the second question. Same is the case of my Nike miles. Not a mile done in May. Not much hopes for the June days too. My bed gets more magnetized on a rainy or a chilled morning. So there is a great-wall between me and the morning jog. But the ‘New Post’ button was clicked thrice in APHORISMS this month. That brings happiness, satisfaction and brings a physical existence for my thoughts too.

Another irony of May was that on a same day (May 16^th) news headlines had three very unfortunate and unpopular stories (Sreesant, Ranjini Haridas & Kalabhavan Mani) and in the very same May, Malayalam was declared as the classical language by GOI. Nothing to connect with the former trio, but too much fluctuation for the language in the same month.

Anyways, for me, another month slips away like the Thai Airways… “Smooth as silk”

April

April... Aahh.., I'm tired. But am happy to the core. Festivals, get-togethers everything happening good at the expense of pure human energy which forces me to say that I'm tired.

An overall change has begun to roll. I'm not having a role in the play rather sit comfortably in the pavilion and let destiny take its turn to roll the dice. That was indeed a big lesson learnt. "Stay calm", is the slogan. Whenever life twirls in an arrhythmic music all you gotto do is to stay calm.

April also gifted me a long awaited change. Yesterday while playing Temple Run on my Tab, I stuck up on an idea that this game has a close resemblance to our life. Where the life is the temple, we are the runner and the coins that we collect are the friends we gain that helps us to gain bonus in the later run. The next level of Temple Run starts from May 13th. I got an opportunity in another company. Eager!!!

iSmart, my first company, was my learning ground like she was for many others. The unparalleled exposure and experience this company gave was molding me from a boy to a professional in the corporate world. And all these were not my achievement rather it was the presence of a Godfather here too like I used to have their presence everywhere. At school, college likewise here too. But the interesting fact was that none of them might have recognized the position or how much they have influenced me and how much their presence and interaction have supported and boosted me. It moreover like the tribal prince in Mahabharatha, Mr. Ekalavya. Not the thumb cutting part. But the teacher not knowing about an unknown student. A kind of a one way traffic.

So far the change in the course of tide seems interesting. One thing I hate about April is that every year this month makes me older. That happened this year too… :)

March

A month that marched away faster than the short Feb. It was rather a 31 days anticipatory extention of the short Feb. There was ample space to provide space for a potpouri of twists, tension, hope and some happiness.

Of all incidences, death of Anoop's wife was what touched and squeezed my heart so much after a long while. Though I personally admire death, sometimes I feel like Death is a bit ruthless in choosing its prey. I do not have any words of condolence for him. Just a prayer that may He grant him the ability to stand. Time is the best healer.

Later towards the end of March some rendezvous gifted a flamboyant curtain drop for my March. Life of Pi was the book of the month. Another version of Cast Away and Robinson Crusoe. Version in the sense when spoken about the two common subjects dealt; suffering and survival. And the quote that stuck me was...

“You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.” 

The much awaited April slowly steps down from the calendar on the wall. The next 30 days are going to fly at light's pace. A Vishu and the mighty Thrissur Pooram and my normal tensions all coming together means I'm gonna need some bigger container for storing energy to survive this month. Happiness come to play the creamy layer role in the pot of emotions.

Happiness. I won't leave it. Even if sometimes I feel its a fake reality. Believe me, it gives you better mileage than any other emotion. :)

February

2013 sheds another month. February to me was a montage of emotions. Soon after the first week I landed home after the two months onsite tenure. Yet another two months have come to an end. Busy and not-so-busy working days, shrinking countdowns, stabbing Saturday nights again and again and again with movies all over the world (with subtitles)…all these have become a habit now when I’m switched to the onsite mode.

Being at home is like having several ‘NZT’ pills for limitless happiness. Also, after eleven months I was able to kick start my bullet. He like an obedient child woke up from an eleven month meditation        . That moment was magical enough to cut down that eleven month separation. Felt as if I got my wings and horns back. That always makes me feel that I’m a little different from the normal race horses like any other RE enthusiast.

February was a quiet and swift month for Thrissur always keeps me busy. Not a single mile was covered this month vs. the 100+ mile of January. Illusions by Richard Bach was the book of the month. Its a companionship and an enlightenment story.

Two quotes from Shimoda's 'The Messiah's Handbook and Reminders for the Advanced Soul' are worth repeating:

"Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet them than your acquaintences will know you in a thousand years."

and

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly."

February is not completed. It needs to be carried off to March….

Some ‘times’ make hope elasticize to the maximum… February was one of that kind. But no world ends here. Like what the Messiah told; this can't be an end, may be its a plot preparation to pop out and flutter. I hope...

JANUARY

Well, 2013 is 31 days old and this is the first time to click the ‘New Post’ button on Aphorisms. I’m free or rather I have no commitments and apart from that there isn’t anyone waiting for a new post on Aphorisms. So there isn’t much to worry when the ‘New Post’ button is left undisturbed for a while. Still, at times I do find it pretty hard to moor my mind that scatters and races to each and every nook and corner of my past, present, thoughts, dreams and senses in search of something to write.

That was when I thought of a kind of conventional diary entry. Just briefly explain my day. But for a lazy chap like me that won’t roll for more than a week. Writing is perhaps an infection to which I’m deeply addicted to.

That slothful thought was something that motivated me elaborate the span to jot down from a day to a month. Now let’s see how far and well is this going to roll down the unknown road that 2013 have for me.

~January~

New Year was born as I was speaking to Amma over phone. Fireworks, greetings, hugs, shake hands, updating FB status all happening with a slight sarcasm towards the poor old misinterpreted Mayans and the too brilliant NASA spokespersons who came every now and then on the Discovery channel advertising the “Doomsday”.

Happy that the New Year resolutions remain solid even as a month sings off. A total distance of 100+ mi jogging was done this month which proves that my leg has far past the ‘recovery state’ which also proclaims that I may be ready to kick start my Bullet when I reach home this time. Happy!! Anxious!!!

Completed reading Paulo Coelho’s Aleph. I was reading Paulo Coelho’s work for the first time. I really loved the way he treated the mystical realism and the beauty of sentences that leave a lasting impression on me. For example, there was a place where he explains a hug.

“A gesture as old as humanity itself, and which means far more than the meeting of two bodies. An embrace means: I don’t feel threatened by you; I’m not afraid to be this close; I can relax, feel at home, feel protected and in the presence of someone who understands me. It is said that each time we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life. So please, embrace me now.”

That brings about a better definition, meaning, feel and a new dimension for that gesture… Hug.

January was a busy but not-so-busy month work wise. Days went on quite smoothly despite some negligible issues. On the 16^th, that 23 year old girl from Delhi kept flashing in my mind. It’s been a month since she left home. Ten days later on 26^th, India celebrated her 64^th Republic day amid protests. But most people who then yelled to boycott the Republic Day function forgot all that a month later. Forgetting has become a national disease. She doesn’t have to be our sister, daughter, niece or friend to feel so much for.

Issues are developing exponentially in our country which are quite capable enough to wake the ‘Indian’ or ‘Anniyan’ in us. But Indians or Anniyans are fair only when Mr.Shanker narrates.

May God bless our country…

Another 8 days more and I’ll be at home. Time often moves at snail’s pace as the number of days fall shorter. Quite ridiculous...!!!

And that’s My January signing off.

Welcome February…