Word-O-Logy

It happened recently. Yes, I have discovered a beautiful blog, Coveted Dreams by Tanya Sehgal.  Blogosphere has blessed me with a good number of friends and writers. And she is definitely one of them.

I appreciate that she has initiated a word challenge known as , Word-O-logy  for the fellow bloggers.

         Rules

1.      You need to select 10 words from the below given series, comprising 55 words.

2.      Add a small post where you associate a word, phrase (not more than 2 words) in front of your chosen words.

3.      Link the URL of the post (not the blog) here.

4.      You have to submit your entries till Sunday night 12 pm. After that voting would start.

5.      Example of the Game,  Goa : Holiday, Roadtrip : punture  , Sunday : Movies.  These are just for exemplifying, you can choose any word from the vast sphere of your thought...

6.      You can either post the link or leave the URL in the comment section of Tanya's blog. Please comment as it would be better to track you easily for other!

7.      You can write the associated word either in English or Hindi (which ever you think suits best!)

8.      It's compulsory too mention Tanya's blog link in every post so that we can spread the word !!

   List of 55 words (choose any 10)

1. Rain     2. Friendship   3. Life    4. Money    5. Blogging   6. Love    7. Winters    8. October  9. Time 10. Idol    11. Facebook    12. Door    13. Fashion   14. Morning   15. Book(s)     16. Water   17. Las Vegas    18. India     19. Ego    20. Road Trip   21. Saturday  22. Monsoon   23. Hills   24. Maths    25. School    26. RockStar    27. Angel   28. Newspaper  29. Download    30. Teddies    31. Pink    32. Water   33. Black    34. Women    35. Cell Phone    36. T-Shirt    37. Jeans    38. Cricket    39. Dreams  40.Google   41. Scams   42. Luxury  43. Stress   44. God   45. Wedding   46. Experience   47. Shopping  48.Husband  49. Wife   50. Cynical    51.Criticism   52.Judge   53. Philosophy    54. Sunday    55. Elegance.

  Game is always fun. But more than that, (as Tanya mentioned) what matters is dropping comments, keeping in touch with fellow bloggers, meeting creativity and making new friends. I don’t want to stay out of this beautiful circle. While 30 more minutes, left for the contest to get over, here comes my entry

Rain  : Wet Earth

Blogging : Catharsis

Road Trip : Tea-stalls

Wedding :  Divine Knots

Wife :  Bold and Beautiful

Winters : Warmth

School : Irreplaceable

Dreams : Safely Insane

Money : Power                       

Women : Brains

Support me with your votes here, if you find my entries sound interesting   ;-)

On a Vijayadasami Day

Some places are like that..There may not be anything to see or anyone to meet. But we feel attached to it on some sentimental, emotional level.  There would not be anything important waiting for us, other than some deep, close to heart memories. You may feel a true sense of roots, deep connections. And yes,we call it personal because you alone can understand it. Deep within, you know that you belong there.  It is not necessary that you have to step inside those premises  breathe the air to drive nostalgic. Just the very name of the place is all enough to remind your forgetful memories and connections -    

 This is Kalakkath Tharavad at Killikkurissimangalam in  Lakkidi, near Ottapalam in Gods own Kerala. This is the good old ancestral house of great poet, Kunchan Nambiar.  

 At a non-physical, spiritual and emotional level,I feel that I belong here. It  gives a sense of bonding, a very strange connection that has a reason. This is the place where I opened my windows to that vast world of knowledge.  This is the place where I wrote my first alphabets on that tray of rice grains. Yes, my Vidhyaramabam, happened here, on some 23 years back of now. More than anyone else, the narrow corridors and timbered roofs of his ancestral house would be remembering that beating pulse of little me.  When I marked the journey with my little fingers on those tiny grains then, I never knew that I would grow up to a 25 year old ME to blog about the same . I miss that 3 year old innocence, green pattupavadai and dad’s classic Yezdi bike,a ride to Lakkidi. 

 Despite, having an academically oriented grandmother,a retired teacher who conducted the Ezhuthiniruthu  ceremony of all other members of our family ,my parents  took me here on that Vijayadasami Day. Irrespective of all the religious inclinations and customary beliefs, they took me here. And I wonder, why?

 Every year, I ask them, why they took me there rather than conducting the ceremony at home. And they said Nothing in particular.But deep within I know why?   I am happy that I feel connected to this Tharavadu. The place where the letters and alphabets are born and acquired at my fingertips.

 Today one more, Vijayadasami  Years have passed, God has blessed me abundantly, but when it comes to Knowledge, it feels Inquistive. I want to publish my Dissertation. I want to get a Doctoral Degree. I want to write a book. others .I want to think, feel, imagine, read, write, love and learn forever 
  And, when I get into my Seventies, I want to visit,  Kalakkath Tharavad  with my granddaughter (an imagined one) and say,   
My alphabets belong to this place

Embracing Heart

What really exists IS what really NOT. It is is because, once it was not. A thing really exists because there was a state of void, a non-existence or sometimes BECAUSE  it has a Counter existence.  

Truth exists because there is a mystery.  An original exists because there is an unauthentic. Love exists in hatred. Light is darkness. Union exists after a parting.  Sanity exists after a madness.   Urban exists because there is naive.  Romance exists because there is tragedy Humanity exists because there is cruelty. Logic exist in the illogic. .  

  

Each and every creation or phenomena  of this world  really exists because there is a C factor- the COUNTER factor, its opposite.. The plight or context which your curse today, might turn out as the fortunate situation that would change your whole life, tomorrow. I write because there is an empty file,a blank paper - the whiteness staring at me.

Hence , be thankful to the girl who broke your heart  now or a year back, for  if you have got a new life today, it is because she had left you, miserably.   Forgive the enemy who struck you down few months back , for if you are rising up today, it is because it is the one thing that  keeps you going even after the worst fall. Smile to the kid down your street, who called you fat, for if you stay beautiful now it is because she reminded you once, to slim down.. There is no reason to criticize anybody or  regret on anything in life; there’s always something to learn from it. 

People learn from experience and that’s what makes them who they are. No one is always in control of themselves. No matter how well they were brought up or how high their morals are. Hatred is only an illusion. It only takes time and bundles of understanding to grow to love again. This is what really makes things spiced-up. It  begins chill, it moves sweet, it tastes sour,it turns out bitter, it gets hot, it becomes alright  and sometimes it just bursts out. 

And when hearts do all the talking, the brains can only stare. Never regret for that.It shows that your true love can be your best friend. Your best friend can be your enemy and your enemy can be your lover. Yes, people can switch on roles..  Sometimes family seems to be the best place to stay on, but while other times, it is worst than ever hell can be. Sometimes. you can love them enough and sometimes you just cant love them. Things are really in the way, it is meant to be
 There is just no logic in intutions. 

Heart talks and brain can only stare ...

I learn it, in life...the girl whom I neglected for showing off has become my closest friend, the female whom I treated as a bitch has become my favorite teacher, the boy whom I was felt once annoying has become my favorite companion, Yes, people can switch on roles; the best friend can  become a mother and mother can become a best friend. There is no other way. Everything will pass. World is the only better place to live.  Nothing can go too right or too wrong. 
 It is not about the happy ending,but it is all about the story... 
Till then; drink water, fetch woods, and walk the earth.

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