MY GURU

The Last Mole of Oxygen

This is my favourite story for a person who is going to be very special in my life.




“Yeah, I will be there, yes yes Thermodynamics yeah”, with irritation I answered to the guy who was there in the other side of telephone. Time is scrambling and me on my journey to ask the permission to her about my marriage. I am waiting for the Bangalore express of 5.30pm. Still exist kilometers to travel to see that beautiful person. At last it arrived. The train keeps the same mood as how it was before 5 years. After every tiresome waiting at Aluva railway station whenever I get into that train it felt like a relaxation, because the dream place for which I dreamt was a reality then. That prestigious world famous research center of Bangalore made me into a great teacher who travels from place to place for giving lectures at the age of 27. I sat on that reserved seat; I felt it was waiting for me till 2014. I could never get into this favorite train after my MTech. Even when I was at states I missed those colorful days we spent at that Lalbagh garden and Big bazaar. But this time I am going to Bangalore to get her permission for my marriage. The train step by step, round by round gained its momentum. I simply tilted my head to the window side to see the tears sky left when dawn departed it for the dusk. I always think, rain is the incarnation of that person because the whole world’s beauty lies with these two characters. Now the train is at Trichur, the place where I did my graduation in chemical engineering. With a deep sigh my memories went back to GEC. The chemical technology, material technology labs, canteen, the chemical tree where lovers sit together sharing the beautiful thoughts about their future, the staff room where we stood for hours waiting our teachers, to get our records signed, and the class rooms where laziness made its permanent dwelling and my favorites like fluid, thermodynamics, mass heat transfer. Still memories are sweet, but not as sweet as the person whom I am going to see. Train keeps its momentum covering palakkad, saelam and I went into the company of dreams by closing my eyes.


Now its Condonment station. Still exists 10 more minutes to reach Bangalore main station. I took my brush and put some paste in it. I confirmed whether it is that herbal paste which she always tells about. After getting a warm wash on my face I carried my entire luggage and went near the door waiting for the heaven Bangalore. It is getting close 5 mins, 2 mins and at last I am here. With ecstasy I inhaled the Moles of Oxygen. Still it carries the beautiful smell of lavender which she  always had. The wind still hums the Kalyani raga which she always sung for me. The wind still brings the odor of those colorful roses we exchanged together with our hearts. Yes once and still I love her more than anything and I don’t know why Time absorbed the color of those roses to its realm. I don’t know what prompted us to depart each other. I don’t know how she feels about her new life with out me. Still I remember the first day I joined that institution to take math tuition for BTech students where we met each other. Still her sound is circling me and making me happy, but she is not with me. Again I inhaled the moles of oxygen, now it doesn’t bring the smell of lavender but the smell of tears I made when she told me “Your love is a burden for me”.

The platform is getting into its hectic life. It was filled with busy people, students, breakfast sellers and so many. I rambled there in search of that old tea shop. I don’t know what all epithets I should put forward to express my memories about this beautiful place. I walked to the auto stand. I entered into the auto. The driver asked me to where he should convey me. I was stuck because I don’t know where I should go first. With a little bit dilemmas I told-- Lalbagh, the romantic place where I often visited with the MTech textbooks I had. When I reached Lalbagh, when I found the buds of red roses again my memories went after those days where we shared the joy of our beautiful tomorrows. But that angel is not with me now. She went miles ahead leaving me alone and now I am here to ask her permission about my marriage[to be continued]

The Priceless Commodity

THE PRICELESS COMMODITY




Time was 5.30pm. Then I was at Trichur city centre, just getting down from Brain Tree. It was drizzling outside “Oh God, today also I forgot my umbrella at GEC”. I stood there shocked, “How can I be a good teacher if I behave like this, a person who started his career at 18 for GMAT, GRE students and still behave like a 5th standard guy who forgets his umbrella and complains his memory”. Still it drizzled outside. Raindrops patted the doors of Brain Tree. My students were discussing about Vikram’s performance in Raavanan in their mother tongue confirming that I was not there in the nearby ambience. I just peeped into the class room to show my existence, suddenly the class filled with silence. “Guys don’t get tensed I am not here to put a fine on you, is there anybody to Vadakke Stand, see I forgot my umbrella at GEC. Can anybody give me a lift? I will offer a cup of tea”- I said. The smiling charming fellow whom I call “Junior Surya” came forward to provide me a good company up to Vadakke stand. We together entered the beautiful capsule lift. Our junior Surya was looking a junior Jyothika and I was searching the inbox of my mobile phone. “Sir, please look at her, that fair girl with violet top and black jeans, truly speaking she was staring at me!!! I think this French beard might be the reason, auhhh GOD what a beauty” pointing at some girl at the beauty parlor he told me.

“But surya she doesn’t suits for you”- I interrupted.

“Why?”- He asked me eloquently.

“No she doesn’t look like Jyothika”- I spoke with a little eulogy in my language.

“Yeah you are right, Sir, Why you are always looking into the inbox of our phone, any thing important or???????”- Surya asked with a suspicious tone.

“Hey no nothing like that, just expecting a reply that’s all”- again me.

“From whom?”- Surya

“From my room mate”- me

The lift reached the ground floor. We stepped out and were on our way to the bus stand. With an ecstasy in my voice I asked Surya-“Hey guy, how do you always maintain this charm in your behavior, is there any special medicine? I always see you in the middle of friends with good jokes and funny talks. How can you be like this? Even I am not able to do that. See, I am not able to maintain a vibrant humor sense in my speech. How can you do all these stuffs? Really I have jealousy on you” again a eulogized speech about Surya from my tongue.

“Sir it is nothing but the way I discern my life, till my 19th age I was not a guy like this. I always complained about everything. I paid a lot for that nasty behavior. I lost my good friends, my best classmates, even the girl I loved more than my life. Time made an exasperating gamble on my days. Still those memories haunt me. Sir, I paid a lot for that, a lot. At last I understood everything, every moment, and even every pain in our life has a purpose. But I paid a lot for that lesson. I learned there is no market for sorrows; the Priceless commodity in this universe is not the life of human beings but the sentimental emotions possessed by them. Sir, now I know How to market myself. With pride I am telling sir, now I know the Priceless commodities should be buried with in our own kingdom. I don’t mean that you should not discuss your problems with any one, but nobody is interested to hear your problems- I should tell you one thing “By hearing your problems 99% will be happy and 1% don’t even care about it”. Sir, if possible convert your miseries and depressions into worth full commodities and market you. Sir, I don’t know whether I am presumptuous about my speech but I know one thing now I am able to market myself. People are attracted towards me, because it is the specialty by which I decipher the incidents in my life. Still I have problems, but the smile in my face gives me confidence that I am able to overcome everything. The smile in my face is not a mask for my problems. It is now a part of my personality. Sir, I am reiterating with pride I know how to market myself. I know the power of positive thinking and I always feel the presence of Best Companion with me. I am happy sir, now I know the people; I know what they desire for. Again sir with pride I am telling I know how to market myself” Surya completed his speech with small tears in his beautiful eyes.

“Surya wipe out the tears”- I offered him my hand kerchief.

“No sir leave it, tear is a priceless commodity”- Surya.

“C’mon Surya lets get into the Indian Coffee House for that cup of tea. May be some other pretty girls with violet top and black jeans waiting there for you” I confided.

“No sir, waiting for us”- Surya said with a naughty smile.

With a long lasting smile we entered into the cafeteria. Again he pointed to a girl and was saying some thing to me but I didn’t lend my ears to him because I was listening to my heart. Yes it is chanting the mantra of “Thanks” for Surya.

How About A Pot of Bru Coffee

It was a nice Wednesday. I, my college mate and our shadows were rambling around the ambience of our college GEC. GEC always felt dry for me, in fact lost of cherish able moments were there in our first year. But I don’t know how those memories went perishable in our second year. So sorry for saying it was “A NICE WEDNESDAY”.


We were walking around, not for an eve tease at Vimala girls. Even we found GECians with burning cigarettes at their lips. I don’t know why these guys used this piece of drug to show their style. We continued with our perambulation in expectation to see her. Mean while my friend asked me “Appu, Have you ever missed somebody?” For a fraction of second I was intimidated. Do I miss someone? It went as introspection. Did I go some where wrong? Can I live for a single day with out that person’s memory? Saliva felt it so difficult to pass through my throat. I was dazzled with his question. How my affection went as a burden to that person? Was that the same situation suffered by the protagonist of my story “The Best Companion I ever have”. Still those memories haunt me! Even now while I am typing this article I cherished the beautiful days where we sat opposite to each other at our favorite Restaurant. But those colorful days are no more……





He again asked me “Do you miss some one badly?” With awe I asked him back “Can I go to my hostel, I am not feeling well”. “No, please be here for sometime she will come right now”. Our waiting continued. For me it felt like standing above thorns. I stood there, as how I did it in our short film “THE WAITING”. Even though time was running I felt it was scrambling. My memories went back to that prestigious school of Kaloor, the school where I and that person met. There I didn’t spend a moment like this for waiting some body. After the continuous lectures and the horrible elec…… class (still that classrooms fill my night mare) I and that person used to rush to our Entrance coaching centre TIME. We were so interested to go there not because girls filled the classes with majority but our passion towards Ramakrishnan sir’s Math class, Thomas sir’s chemistry class, and tiresome wits produced by Dr.Sajith with his favorite Moment of Inertia. My school also had excellent teachers, but everything screwed up because of that tedious ………. (Sorry something was there, but I don’t want to tell that). I didn’t possess enough guts to tell some body that……….. was my life’s whole time mistake because I never went for opine about the selection of that………... But Math was shining (still it’s my passion) because of my GURU (please read THE TRIBUTE TO MY GURU). Any how math and elec…… played key importance in building up such a relation ship between me and that person with whom I often sit in restaurants with pots of delicious Bru Coffee. We often shared our thoughts about beautiful, colorful days of future sitting in that kaloor-thammanom private bus. When ever that person was there with me Elec….. was not a tough subject and for him Math was like his girl friend. I always loved his long hair, shattered beard and his foul Malayalam, because he was such a handsome idiot.

Days turned into months, months paved the way towards years and that years passed,  but still I am not aware how Pain replaced his presence. Even now also it’s like a conundrum; I don’t know what persuaded him that my affection was a burden. When I discussed this matter with my GURU she was also panic stricken. May be his new college did that, or he might have got a new companion to share the pots of Bru coffee, or might have fallen in some pensive melancholy. But my dear, you were more than a brother to me. Still now also when my phone rings I expect that is you. But I know you went so longer from me, to teach me one thing-

“Special people often come into our life, to provide us a lot of situations to laugh, a lot of memories to cherish, lot of special moments to keep in our soul and depart fore ever to teach us how to live with out them”.



At last our waiting was over; she was there in front of the canteen. My friend’s face glittered with ecstasy. So the time was up and I decided to take a leave about them. But my friend never allowed me to go back, he asked “Appu, any way our female singer is with us now, and as male singer you also and with Violin me also, so its goanna be good evening how about a cup of Bru Coffee” I nodded for a No. So he reiterated me the same question “Do you miss some body in your life”. I answered “Yes my dear, when ever I drink a pot of Bru Coffee, the situation feel like a bitter concoction. Yeah I do miss those pots of Bru coffee; we had after getting down from the kaloor-thammanom private bus”.

WHAT MADE ME TO BE SO?

WHAT MADE ME TO BE SO




To be what, right???

I was exploring through my life after reading my God’s auto-biography “MY EXPERIMENTS WITH TRUTH”, to know how to transform myself into a pure vegetarian. I made a strong decision to be one at my 7th standard. But with time’s grace I was prompted to quit from that. I was very desperate about that. Again when I was studying at my 9th the same thought I had before took an incarnation in me. But at that time because my lack of self-control I again was provoked by time to quit from the vegetarian regimen. I was broken up with the feelings of such an offence. It was exasperating me through the mind. I always asked my best companion “Dear how can I become a complete pure vegetarian”. My attempt was not to imitate my pioneer, if so Hitler was also a pure vegetarian. So my dear readers what I am trying to convey is How I changed myself into a pure vegetarian after conceiving the real meaning of love, the real meaning of detachment, the real meaning of compassion. May me apologies to all my Non vegetarian friends because now I am going to tell one thing “You all are accomplices of pain shown against animals”

Where Does God Live

Where Does God Live


Don’t read this article if you are a person who thinks God lives inside Temple, Church or Mosque. But if you are none among them please have a look at this because while you finish reading this you will come to know the dwelling of God.

• Why he lives there????

God needs a calm serene place to live, indeed a place which is not exasperated by any one. Once he selected inner most area of deciduous forest, but as a part of Human life civilization the forests were cleared. Thus God lost his solitary kingdom. After a lot of researches he found the apex of Himalayas to build his home. Man again reached Himalayas, as a part of his thirst for Guinness fame and mentality of conquering world. So God was depressed and was in a serious meditation to know the place where human beings seldom look. Years passed but God made his answer and now he lives within every human being, inside their mind” the place that we seldom look”.

The Tears It Shed

Dear Friends my  new story deals not with the miraculous working powers of subconscious mind. It tell you about compassion, about solitude, about dreams, about melancholy. I am in its workshop. Please wait for my own experience"THE TEARS IT SHED"

The Best Companion I Ever Have.

THE BEST COMPANION I EVER HAVE

This is a story which made me really excited when I was traveling through the thorns of life. It was narrated to me by my great friend whom I call-“The best companion I ever have”. He is still with me, and once, before the world arises, before Engineering colleges were established, before Twitter and Face book grabbed our lives, he was there with all of us, with our ancestors and will be there with our successors. He is not only my companion, but also everyone’s. Even Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam, Sachin Tendulkar, A.R.Rahman and myself have him as the ever tranquil, caring and naughty friend.