Memories rolling on!

I opened the bundle of my memories and it slipped. Scattered on the floor making me smile. I drowned in those memories. I have a load of happy moments with my loved ones to recall. I always wish to relive that time again and again. And my greatest memories…

I have written a zillion times everywhere about the birth of my niece. Here and there I always mention her. She is the sunshine of my life. The most wonderful part happened to me till now. And if I think about her; I can’t pick one single memoir. I have many. Almost four years rolled down with her and I don’t know where I will store the upcoming memories with her in my mind. Obviously the born day is the best memory I have about her.

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She born on a time when I was pursuing my studies and going through so many personal strains and issues. I felt those time as the worst part of my life. Being in a mental crisis I managed to spend most of my time with the baby. My mental stress carved my physical health too. I was slumber all the time and every day I was losing hope in myself. It was on the 25th day after her birth I went and laid beside her. She was sleeping and I was weeping. Till then I had a pastime of making her clutch my fingers with her tiny hands. She never did that her own. I made myself much closer to her not disturbing her sleep and I was thinking about what should I do to regain myself. I closed my eyes and prayed for an answer from Almighty. All of a sudden her tiny fingers moved and clutched my fingers in her sleep and she held it tightly. She gave a bare smile, still with closed eyes and continued her sleep. That moment! It is one of the turning point in my life. That moment I started to find my life and happiness through her. I smiled at her. I talked to her even if she is asleep. I discussed my worries with her hoping she is understanding me. She often gave me smiles or little voices when I ask her something and I started from there. I decided my next step with her. Everyone will feel funny while reading this. What can a one month baby do to you? But for me, I bounced back from there. I resurrected from that little second and here I am; strong enough. While writing this I am having the same chill on my bones I had at that time & a little welled up eyes.

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My baby.. I don’t know whether you will remember how well bonded we both were when you are a kid and I was your aunt.. I don’t know whether you know how well connected we are now.. Time will pass and you may forget the games we played, the stories I made, the lullabies I sung and the walks we had.. I was happy when I saw your first teeth.. I was super excited when you started calling your Mumma.. I jumped in air when I saw you walking.. I felt proud when you always say You wanna grow up and wish to be like me.. I loved it when you copy my little traits and make me laugh.. After all, you made me smile.. smile and smile.. Nothing over ruled my love towards you from the moment you born.. Love you honey!!

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Why Today?

Am I gonna post this?
Yes I’m.
Why?
Because today is February 29. I am not sure whether I can make a post on another February 29th.
What’s so special on this day?
There is nothing more special on this day. this day is as special as yesterday and the day before.
Huh! You are making yourself complicated.
Yes! Everyday is special and today is a bit more special. Because this is a special granted 24 hours to us for this year. Which gives an additional turn to earth. Which makes a 365 to 366. 

Even in my writers bloc mode why I am doing this?
I don’t know actually. But I m feeling this 24 hours is a privilege to us. A chance for us in every four years to live more. Laugh more. Think more and do more. And long after (If I live up to that long) I would like to login to Word press & read this post on another February 29th to cherish the memories of the day.

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Screenshot from my mobile.. 🙂

So, What so happened on this day.
* I woke up at my Cousin’s home this day; because today is Monday.
* I had a drive with my Brother.
* My bus got complaint in half way & I had to got into another one to reach Office.
* I ordered 4 books online. (Amazon is giving good deals.. 🙂 )
* I had my lunch alone. (My colleague got some urgent work in between)
* And now I am writing this post.
(What happened next will be added soon, Now it’s almost 3.00 pm IST)

And one of the great news today is Academy Awards.

Leonardo Di Caprio owned the Gold man at last.. After years and years of waiting.. Proving if you deserve it, you will definitely get it.. 🙂
And the best I heard on this day is;

” Let us not take this planet for granted. I do not take tonight for granted. Thank you so very much.” – Leonardo Di Caprio
So let’s cheer up & make a good day.

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Leo.. I love you.. ❤

All congrats to Academy Award Winners!

P.S : All the lovely people in my life.. I love you more & more.. ❤

Stay blessed!!
Happy blogging.. 🙂

The WALKER

I peeped out of the main door.
There was a striking innocence in his small eyes buried under those thick eyebrows. He had a long beard & a green hat over his rough hair.
In a moment Grandpa paused their conversation and turned to me. His eyes too pointed towards me. I gave the most innocent smile that a six year old can give. Grandpa gestured with his hands to come. I quickly made my seat over his arm rest of the easy-chair. I kept eyes on at the old man who is still smiling at me. I exchanged looks with my Grandpa in a confusion on what to say.
‘This is Divakar.’ He said to me. I looked at him. He is still wearing that smile.
‘My granddaughter. Shaji‘s little one.’ Grandpa introduced me to him.
I gaped gratefully at my Grandpa for introducing me to an Old man. They continued the conversation. I vaguely listened to them. The only words familiar was Indira Gandhi & Rajiv Gandhi. I was thinking about the shabby Old man who seems to be having the same age as my Grandpa. Grandpa was still handsome in his 80s. Wearing a white Khadhi shirt & dhothi. He has a clean bald head which reflects every rays of sunlight falling over it. Had clean wrinkled hands with perfectly shaped nails.
Grandpa took a sip from his daily drink of milk with some other cereals & gave the half filled glass to me. In no time I finished the remaining. It was always like that; till the day he took his last breath, I always owned his half glass of daily drink. My mom made it with every love, care & respect that she can give to her Father-in-law. My Grandpa was an angel for me. Being the last girl in that big family of 40+ members I owned a special consideration from him.
Divakar possessed the same spark in Grandpa’s eyes. He was wearing a torn shirt, dirty hands with long nails, carried a small metal tin and a cloth bag over his shoulder. It seemed like he hasn’t taken a bath for years. At the end of the conversation Grandpa took a coin and told me to give that to him. I placed that coin in his hard hand. Making a clinging voice he put that in to his metal tin. He gave me a bow saying “Santhosham (Happy), Thank You!”. I gave a wee smile back in the joy of recieveing a bow from an old man. He walked towards the gate & disappeared.
I asked my Grandpa “Is he a beggar? ”
“No, he is the Walker.”

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Years passed. Without any hint Grandpa passed away. I left my old school & joined a Govt. school nearby. Demise of Grandpa brought about a lot of changes in our life. Dad was shattered because of losing his father. The joint family split to several nuclear families. More free time for me made me a book addict.
One day while I was sitting in a portico encountering Les Miserables by Victor Hugo in my age of 10, the same Divakar entered wearing the same shirt he had worn 4 years before. Without making any pause I returned with his usual. A coin. I dipped it in his same metal tin.
‘Reading?’ He asked
‘Yes’ I replied
‘Which one?’
‘Les Miserables’
He made an amusing face & asked: ‘How old are you?, Ten, Right?’
I nodded.
He made a deep sigh and continued. ‘Les Miserables.. Victor Hugo.. Jean Vaal Jean.. Read, Read..Someone who reads is powerful.. If not now, once you will surely get the benefit’
He again bowed with a smile & Thanked. Waved and continued his walking with that penny taking his steps carefully.
I stood there looking at him. He got a long bamboo pole now a days, used as walking stick.

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Few months back, my niece ran to me yelling that someone is at the door. I took her to the door and saw Divakar standing there with a peaceful smile. His beard turned white. His body seems to be too tired. I offered him water. After having the drink I told my niece to place the penny in his hand. She placed the coin in his hand reminding me of the day I first met him.
‘Your kid? ‘
‘No, sister’s, They are on leave from Qatar.’
‘Ha, It’s been a long time since I met you.’
‘Yeah, I was abroad.’
‘Now?’
‘Working as an Architect in Cochin.’
‘Good. May God bless you both. Thank You!’
He once again held my niece’s hand & waved at her. She waved back. He continued his walk.
‘Who is that?’ My niece asked.
‘It’s Divakar’
TheWalker?’ She enquired
‘Yes, The Walker’

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July 31st 2015.
The world was still mourning on the loss of our beloved Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam. I was dying to give an end to the month cause 2015 July gave me so many demises & sad stories. Death always haunts me. I went through almost 8 unexpected demises of my relatives & favorite people.
By noon my Whatsapp shown a message from my schoolie. It was unusual, we rarely make private chats. (I m too weak in that) His text said “Divakar is no more.” Found him dead in the morning under the same banyan tree where he found shelter for his whole life.

Who is he
an-etneral-journeyThe Walker aka Divakar aka Divakara Menon is a double masters degree owner, born on a Christmas eve, lived in our little Village called Puthenchira in Thrissur, Kerala. Completed his BA Politics & B.Com from Palakkad Victoria College. Gained Masters in Political Science & English from Bombay Elphinstone College. MBA from Bajaj Institute of Management, first batch. Did internship from Bombay Cucoosia & Company and owned a CA. After getting selected for IAS he dropped the training at Hyderabad staff training college & did his LLB in Bombay Law College. He believed his life is not for sitting in the chair as the head of a District. He hated the bureaucratic world and the weapon called ‘Power’. His worries were on failure of creating a heaven here & the birth of hell in the world. Bearing all those worries in his head and a lot many successful certificates in his bag he started walking. Walking alone through the whole world. In a half demolished house covered by creepers and a huge banyan tree he found happiness in living with nature. Someone who met in the Indo-Nepal border gave him a name- The Walker; A name that suits him well. After walking about 20 years in his age of 88 he bid adieu to the whole world on which he worried about.
I heard someone saying Divakar never intruded in to the forest. The forest itself came in search of him.
May his soul Rest in peace.

when SHE opened her little eyes!

Everyone will be having their moment in life. Best moment in life! Which brings goosebumps to our body. Which can make you cry in happiness. The moment of lifetime. I guess everyone have such a moment. If you can’t find what it is; wait; something big is coming on your way. I am a person who find happiness in every simple things. (Even in a simple smile from a stranger. Really! 🙂 ) In these 24 years I lived, it’s just that one simple day that makes me cold as an ice. I can still hear that shrieking voice ringing in my ears.

It’s almost midnight. I was not feeling comfortable in that chair in front of the labor room. I turned to my Mom. Anxiety and stress filled in her eyes. Dad is sitting in the other end of the corridor. I got up and walked randomly. The chairs in front of the room is packed with people. What they all have to say? Agony, Chaos & all above; eagerness. I walked towards Dad and sat next to him. “Can I make a call to Jeeju?” Without any pause he handed me the phone. I started dialing to my brother-in-law; mom warned me that he may be asleep. I checked time. Its 12.15 am; only 9.45 pm in Qatar. Not a big deal! After all its his wife who is inside that room. He answered the call in a sleepy voice. I conveyed the message that she got pain and is taken to the labor room. He said OKAY and disconnected the call. I saw my Mom praying frantically. I was not that afraid as she is; but yeah! A lots of delivery stories and all are already in my head. I need everything to be fine with less pain. (It won’t happen 😦 )

I looked around. Stretchers, Wheel chairs, Oxygen cylinders, White gowned nurses, White coated doctors. In a sudden moment I felt so blue. How hard it is to be in a hospital? What if it’s for a lifetime? Every eyes with a story of pain or hope; or so many other unwanted feelings. Then I realized why I chose to be an Architect. Why I hate the medical field. Actually I don’t hate; I am afraid of it. I can’t withstand this atmosphere; I m sensitive. In a moment I thanked Almighty for creating Doctors and Nurses in this world; who are less concerned about their lives and more about other’s.

The door of the labor room swung open; the doctor came forward calling out my sister’s name. Mom sprang up and was about to run to her.Doctor gestured to sit there itself. “She is having pain; a little fever too. There is nothing to worry; You should wait. Let me see.” Mom freeze. Tears were trickling down. She returned to her seat and started crying. I was in a confusion on what to do. Is it getting complicated? Dad comforted us by saying there is nothing to worry about. He already passed two such situations alone, while Mom was inside the labor room for me and my sister. Dad called Mom’s sister. She is making her way to the hospital. After a few minutes she came with her son(my best friend). After seeing my mom, my aunt too started crying. What a strange sisters! :O My Dad tried his best to keep them calm. I sat with my cousin in the corridor. 

Its Onam after two days. Someone was cleaning the ground floor lobby when she was taken to the labor room. A floral competition was going on between the different departments in the hospital. Today was canteen employees turn to show their creativity. They started the design by drawing a Ganesha in the center. While all this happenings; I often checked how is the design progress (the typical designer in me 😛 ). It’s almost 2 am now and half of the design is completed. As usual we babbled about our old days and memories; it all ended up in ‘Ek tha tiger’; the new release then; already watched by him. I was looking forward to know more about the movie. (the typical movie freak in me 🙂 ). 

altAqHuSBDcXfZ_bm54SePA4xl493bNdjEcEc_YD47OV_P0Its 5.10 am and they are doing their final work in the design. Someone is trying hard to place flowers to complete Ganesha. After some adventurous tries, they managed to place the eyes for the Ganesha (two dark flowers). There came a shrieking cry breaking the whole silence. The door swung open again. Once again her name called out. “Nothing to worry. It’s a baby girl.” THANK GOD. I smiled. I smiled with all the happiness without realizing  that this shrieking voice is going to make me smile throughout my life till now. After a few moments,their came the new member of our family.Nurse handed over her to Mom rounded in a Pink baby blanket. She looked amazed. She winked her big black eyes and made a yawn. Welcome to the world honey! Giving a mere smile she returned to the sleep. That’s it. My more colorful life started from there on wards. 

Years passed. She started crawling, walking, talking. She even started helping me in making floral designs. Turning 3 on the coming Onam, she is the best present I got from Almighty. Who can change my every tear to smile 🙂 . I often tells her she was like a little rabbit when she was born. Now, whenever she see a picture of rabbit she asks me “I was like this or beautiful than this?”. I always answers, “Nothing is more beautiful than you.”

I don’t know whether anything wonderful is coming on my way. But for me, till now its she and the moment she came to my life is the best ever happened to me.