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How to be happy

Have you ever thought “What kind of life am i leading?” or “What am i supposed to do with my life ?”

These are some of the questions that goes through a persons mind,may be a million times a day. Everyone is apprehensive about the future, about the past and waste the present. We’ve been given a life so exciting and fulfilling;instead of exploring it and making the best of it we worry over petty things like getting over a break up,what shall tomorrows exam be like and what not ?

The aim of our life is to be happy,as simple as that.What does it take for a person to be happy ? A bag full of money? A luxurious house to live in? Or a garage filled with premium luxury cars ? It doesn’t take much for a person to have peace of mind and eternal happiness. All it takes is to let go of the expectations and anxieties. Leave it all to fate. Well ‘fate’ is actually a tricky word to use.

Many people take the liberty to become lethargic or lazy pretending to leave it all to fate. Well the thing we should understand is the life we’re living now is a script well penned by a ‘higher authority’. Everything that happens in our lives,every person we see, the situations through which we go are all a part of the ‘big-game’. But still there are a lot of blank pages in the book which are left for us to fill in. We can fill it with anything we like. So when we are lying back and wasting time, we’re voluntarily denying ourselves many opportunities to fill in those blank spaces.

We often think a lot,and a lot, a bit more and put ourselves in a bad mood which really pull us back. If not tamed, it might lead to depression,bad health,and may even cause suicidal tendencies. They say one must be highly virtuous to be born a human. So why waste such a blessing. Fill in your mind with good deeds and thoughts, be happy,spread happiness. Paint the world with vibrant colors, compose music,write stories,laugh out loud,hang around with friends, because this moment is the only thing we have with us.

Later in our life we may come to a point where we might regret for not enjoying it. But then it would be too late and since time travel is currently not possible the only thing that we could do will be to regret. You may think this life is just so unfair. Because it denies you the fortunes which you deserve,while those are granted for those who do not deserve it,not even a tiny piece of it. But keep one thing in mind (Allow me to quote Paulo Coehlo) “If you want to see a rainbow,you should learn to see the rain”,you cannot succeed without failing.

So if you think something you planned didn’t go well,or something happened and your plan just got backfired,don’t worry. Learn from it,try not to repeat the mistake next time and also give it sometime.It sure will come around.

Experiences are the best teachers this life can provide us with. Each experience,god or bad is a lesson for us. Even a small bad situation we have been in,can teach us a lot. Learn from them and we can master ourselves.

This life may not give you everything you want. But it sure will provide everything you need;at proper place;on proper time. After all,if everything we need is given to us at the moment we think of it,there wouldn’t be anything interesting to do with our life.

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ഭാഷയുടെ കരുത്തുകൊണ്ടും എഴുത്തിന്റെ മനോഹാരിത കൊണ്ടും വായനക്കാർക്ക്‌ എന്തുകൊണ്ടും നല്ലൊരു വായനാനുഭവം നൽകുന്ന പുസ്തകമാണ് ശ്രീ രാജീവ് ശിവശങ്കറിന്റെ ‘മറപൊറുൾ’.കേരളമെന്നല്ല ഭാരതത്തിനൊട്ടാകെ ഒരു സാംസ്കാരിക ഭൂപടം നിർമ്മിച്ച ശ്രീ ശങ്കരാചാര്യരുടെ ജീവിതത്തിനു നേരെ പിടിച്ച ഒരു കണ്ണാടിയാണ് ഈ നോവൽ എന്ന്  പറയാം.

ജീവചരിത്രവും ഭാവനകളും സമാസമം ചേർന്നു ഒരു പ്രേത്യേക വയനാനുഭൂതിയാണ് സമ്മാനിക്കുന്നത്.

ശങ്കരൻ നടന്ന ഓരോ വഴികളുടേയും കടന്നു പോയ സ്ഥലങ്ങളുടെയും വർണ്ണനകൾ അതീവ സൂക്ഷ്മമാണ്. ഒരു നോവലിന്റെ രസച്ചരട് പൊട്ടിക്കാതെ തന്നെ ആത്മീയതയും സന്ദര്ഭോചിതമായ പുരാണ കഥകളും നോവലിന് മുതൽക്കൂട്ടാകുന്നു. ധാരാളം സ്ഥലങ്ങളിൽ സംസ്‌കൃത ശ്ലോകങ്ങൾ ഉദ്ധരിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടെങ്കിലും അതൊന്നും വായനക്കാരന് മുഷിച്ചിലുണ്ടാകാത്ത വിധം വളരെ തന്മയത്വത്തോട് കു‌ടി അവതരിപ്പിക്കാനുള്ളഎഴുത്തുകാരന്റെ കഴിവ് എടുത്തു പറയേണ്ടതാണ്.

നോവലിന്റെ തുടക്കം മാഹിഷ്മത്തിയിലെ ഒരു വാദസഭയിൽ നിന്നാണ്. കാർമ്മകാണ്ഡ വാദിയായ മണ്ഡനമിശ്രനോട് ഏറ്റു മുട്ടുകയും ദിവസങ്ങളോളം വാദം നീണ്ടു പോയി ,ഒടുവിൽ മണ്ഡനമിശ്രൻ തോൽവി സമ്മതിക്കുന്ന ഘട്ടത്തിൽ ഭാര്യയായ ഉഭയഭാരതി വാദം മുന്നോട്ടു കൊണ്ടു പോകുന്നു. ഒടുവിൽ ഉത്തരം പറയാൻ പറ്റാത്ത ഘട്ടത്തിൽ സമയം ആവശ്യപ്പെടുകയും ആവശ്യമായ അറിവ് നേടാൻ നടത്തുന്ന പരകായ പ്രവേശനങ്ങളുമെല്ലാം വായനക്കാരെ ഉദ്‌വേഗഭരിതരാക്കുന്നു.എതിരഭിപ്രായക്കാരെ കായികബലം കൊണ്ട് നേരിടുന്നതിന് പകരം തന്റെ ജ്ഞാനവും വാക്ചാതുരിയും കൊണ്ട് തോൽപ്പിക്കുന്ന ഭാരതത്തിൽ നിലനിന്നിരുന്ന വാദ പ്രതിവാദ സഭകളെ അങ്ങേയറ്റം മനോഹരമായി ചിത്രീകരിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്.

ഇതിനോടൊപ്പം തന്നെ ശങ്കരാചാര്യരുടെ ദർശനത്തിലെ ചില സംശയങ്ങൾ ലേഖകൻ കഥാപാത്രങ്ങളെ കൊണ്ട് തന്നെ ചോദിപ്പിക്കുന്നുമുണ്ട്. ശങ്കരാചാര്യരുടെ ജീവിതത്തെ കുറിച്ചറിയുന്നവർക്കും, അറിയാത്തവർക്കും ഒരുപോലെ വായിക്കാവുന്നതുമായ ഒരു പുസ്തകമാണ് ‘മറപൊരുൾ’.

ഭൂമിശാസ്ത്ര വർണ്ണനകൾ കാരണം കാലടി മുതൽ കേദാരം വരെയോരു യാത്രയ്ക്ക് ഈ പുസ്തകം ഒരു സഹായഗ്രന്ഥമാക്കാം.

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Last Words of a dead

It has been almost a week since I had a good sound sleep. I’m afraid of nights today. Not because I’m afraid of dark. I used to love darkness. I used to sit alone in the darkness throughout the night. But today I hate it. Moreover I am scared of it. All of these just because I can’t sleep. Do you know how it feels to go to sleep but you lay on the bed with your eyes wide open staring into the darkness? It feels as if someone is watching you from the corner of the room. I have a mirror to the left of my bed. So that even though it’s dark, I can see a small reflection of mine. Sometimes it feels as if someone’s going to jump out of the mirror and pull you in by your neck. All of these may sound weird. But that’s exactly what I’m going through right now.

I don’t feel like going out of home. It’s more like I can’t go out of home. Something is pulling me back. A force so strong that I can’t even move an inch out of my home. Sometimes I enjoy the solitude but sometime I want to strangle myself to death over the same solitude. I was petrified the other day when suddenly my own reflection started talking to me while I was brushing. I was numb for a few minutes. But when I regained my consciousness I ran to my bedroom, slid under my blanket and closed my eyes. I don’t remember how many minutes or hours I spent under it. I tried to forget that image. But each time I tried to forget, it was being etched onto my mind. Last night I was trying to get some sleep when I heard knocks and thuds at the front door. They couldn’t open it. They kept on hitting hard until the door surrendered.

I was surprised to see a huge crowd. I could recognize a few faces. I was standing right in the middle of the hallway utterly clueless of the events going on. They walked right past me without even a glance. I was angry at them for intruding into my ‘Not-so-good-night’. But still I followed them. They were searching for something. Their search over in front of the room on the second floor of my house.

The crowd covered their nose dew to awful stench coming out of the room. They burst into the room and saw a half rotten me. Well, that surprised me. Because if I’m right here then who is that rotten, stanching me? It was then I realized that none looked at me. They behaved as if I was not there. For them I’m now a rotting body. A person knelt down and took a piece of paper which laid beside my body which read


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The Great Indian Circus

Youth of today are citizens of tomorrow.  Representing the above I would say that the major threat to today’s younger generation is student politics. In the beginning it was used judiciously to address the problems faced by the students or to fight against the wrong doings of the college authority. But today it has become yet another platform for the students to ‘Hone’ their criminal talents. The recent situations that have been happening in our country is a solid evidence for that.

India is a country where we value everyone’s freedom of expression. But recent events points out that, it has been taken advantage of. Conducting a strike (a peaceful one) is a way of expressing disagreement towards a decision. But what students often forget is that “Your freedom ends where my nose begin”. If a student can slap on the face of an eminent personality, that too in the presence of people responsible for safeguarding the law, it is only because of the inability of our Indian judiciary. The recent issue that has happened in the JNU is a remarkable evidence to prove that today’s student unions can become a major threat for our nation tomorrow.

The student unions are diverted off their course. Supporting a terrorist activity that took place in 2001 is not at all agreeable. It is not the way how a Student’s Union should work. Citizens do have the right to question the Government. But such a movement says that there is some other ‘Big Fish’ behind this. Anyone who raises voice against the nation is an anti national. Whoever it may be. They should be brought to justice.

Banning politics will not be a good idea. Instead, students should be made aware of the real cause they are fighting for. They should know the pros and cons of the outcome of their movement. In this way politics can be used in a judicious way other than letting things go out of control.

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I found the four walls closing in on me. I stood there helpless. There was nothing I could do. So I laid down. Calm and still. After a few minutes I woke up. It was dark everywhere. For a minute I even thought I was blind. But it was darkness. Within seconds light came. I could see the entire universe. I could feel the wind on my hair. I saw the Seven Wonders of the World in like 2 seconds. I saw the whole people of the world in a few minutes. In that journey I saw me on the bed lying still with loved ones around me. I wanted to drop by and join them. But I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve never felt this much of freedom that, I didn’t want to rest for even a second. I did not stay anywhere, I kept on traveling like a ludicrous person. Just like a kite that is detached from its string. I was traveling at the speed of light. But Suddenly I felt a pull. It was so strong that it held me back from moving forward an inch.

Suddenly everything went black again. Darkness crept over me. I waited for light. I dozed off waiting. When I woke up, I saw a doctor. He was pulling me out, into this world of never ending cycles of life and death. I remembered everything from my past. I wanted to speak. But all that came out was a cry, which made others in the room happy. My mother shed the tears of joy. But that cry was not that good for me. That cry made me forget about my past. My mind became a clean slate. I rested in my mother’s arms.

Later, after many years, I sat down wondering ‘What is death?’ It’s just another reality. Where you realize that you are not just the body. You are above it. You have no beginning or end. You just go on.

PS: Saṃsāra (Sanskrit संसार) is the repeating cycle of birth, life and death (reincarnation) as well as one’s actions and consequences in the past, present, and future in Hinduism, Buddhism, Bon, Jainism, Taoism, and Sikhism.

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A Yacht Of Dreams

At last,the tides were right. Wind too. The sea was out there calm and quiet. Perfect time to set out on a voyage. The cool wind blew,albatross’ flew, the port was always lively. A ship was anchoring. Or was it leaving ? Into the mysterious sea?or mysteries ?

Nothing is more sybaritic than a sail. To peep into the mysteries of sea ,travel to the edge of the world and finally disappear. Wow, best thing anyone could do. I stepped into the yatch. Did i slip ? Yes indeed. Fell out into the open water. Was it all a dream ?
Because i woke up.

No it wasn’t. Because i was still inside my yacht,which was flagged off from nowhere and going somewhere.

You may be wondering. Whether I am dreaming or living it. The choice, I leave it to you. Because your answers may vary upon whether you are dreaming or living them.

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A Separation


“Am I that special to you?” Aryan asked. “You never know”. She replied. Aryan scrolled down the conversation. It has been almost 9 years since he have talked with Arthi. This was the last chat they had. They say ‘Time Machines’ are impossible. But today we have facebook and whatsapp instead of them. They store everything we said, we shared, we did from time to time. So want to see what was it like in the year 2012? Go to that time in facebook or keep scrolling up the chat. Mission accomplished. This chat occurred almost 8 years before. Still Aryan kept those chats not cleared. Aryan’s and Arti’s was same old cliché love story. Aryan often asked “Have I ever said I love you?” “Do we need such boring drama amongst us?” replied Arti. They knew they loved each other. But Aryan was confused about their relation. He wanted to build a life of his dreams where Arti and he can live happily. For that he wanted to go much farther. Arti said “I will not leave you. I don’t want a car, house or luxury. All I want is you.” “Just think Arti, this is for us. For the kids we may have. I want to give them everything. Make them happy. Make you happy.” “Do you think you are making me happy?” Arti asked. “I’m trying to. Try to understand things Arti. Whatever I’m doing it’s for the best.I’m flying to California tomorrow. I may not be able to come for another couple of years. I may not be able to call you or keep in touch with you. But always keep this in mind. This is for us”.

Beginnings are always not good. It was a tough time for Aryan. He worked hard. It was then that the idea of starting a company came into his mind. Within 4 years Aryan became one of the richest amongst California. Time passed. But Arti was still in his mind. But he never tried to contact her. Because he thought attachments are always a hindrance to the growth. Once time was right Aryan came back. His family was waiting for him. They hadn’t see him in a long time,  but he hadn’t seen Arti for longer. He wanted to see her. Invite her to his life. Because he thought this was the right time. He dialled Arti’s number. “Hello this is Arti who is this?” “Have enough time to care for an old friend?” asked Aryan. “Aryan! Oh my god. It has been a long time.” Said Arti. “9 years 4 months and 3 days.” Corrected Aryan. “Why don’t we meet up today evening? I hope we’ve got a lot of things to talk about.” “Uh..yes a lot of things. Why don’t we meet at the beach at 4?” “Fine. I’ll come to pick you.” Said Aryan. “No problem. I can manage.”arti said. Aryan noticed that indifferent tone of her’s. He expected a warm talk just like they used to have before. But this was unexpected. She must’ve been busy with her work. He thought. He was eagerly waiting for this meeting. He has at last accomplished everything he wanted to and now if Arti says yes, then the list is complete.

They were at the beach. This was their usual meeting place. Near the old bridge, which now served as a tourist attraction. There was also a park where they used to spend their weekends, the shop from which they used to buy ice creams. The light house, the restaurant with a lawn opening to the beach, everything was still the same. Except Aryan and Arti. “You have changed a lot Arti.” “Nothing much, except for some extra fat that I own now” said Arti. Yes she had become a little fat than she was when he left. Well it was around 9 years ago. But Arti still had that beautiful face of her unaffected. “Well, Arti let me come to the point. You know there is nothing much in the world that I do not have except you. It was for you I went all the way and came back. Will you be my other half for the rest of my life?” Arti calmly said “No”.

‘Did I hear it wrong? Was she accepting my proposal or was she turning it down by a simple NO. No she didn’t mean it. No way could she let him down. She was his and only his.’ thought Aryan. “I know what you are thinking now.” Started Arti. “I meant what I said. I can’t be yours when I am someone else’s. Where were you all this time? You weren’t there for me when I needed you. I told you I was happy with everything we have. I asked you to stay. You didn’t. Instead you wanted to make money, earn a lot. But what is the use of wealth if you don’t have your loved ones near you? What is it that you value most?” asked Arti. “You and only you”. “No Aryan you are still making a fool out of you. If I was the one you valued most, you wouldn’t have gone abroad in the name of making money. You would’ve stayed here by me, supporting each other.” Aryan kept quiet. He had no justifications to make. Deep inside he knew Arti is right and he is wrong. But still he couldn’t let go of this girl. Arti continued “Do you know anything that happened over the past 9 years? My father passed away. Whole responsibility of the family was on me. Everything was going fine until the recession hit the Indian IT Industry. I was fired from my post. This made the situation worse. None of the companies were ready to hire me. I felt the whole world against me. I became depressed. Spent most of my time in my room. But my mother gave me strength to move on. So I started searching for other jobs. I wanted to stand on my own. I didn’t want to go before any of my relatives begging. I was ready to do any jobs. It was then Vivek came to me with a job offer. Even though it was a start-up I could see an excellent team behind it. Vivek happened to know about my family backgrounds. I didn’t want even a tinge of sympathy from anyone. Vivek knew that. It was like a group of friends working together. So there wasn’t much stress or strain. A perfect place to work. With that team work and leadership of Vivek, the company flourished. Within 3 years the company made a reasonable profit. It was then Vivek had come up with a new project. A group of foreign investors wanted to buy our service. So there was a party at his place. It was then that happened. Vivek just proposed to me. I was not out of my problems. I wanted time. As time went, I made my mind. Vivek was the one for me. While you were running behind money and wealth, Vivek gave me the love you never gave. So yes, we are in a relationship which is about to turn into a marriage.” With that Arti paused.

Aryan was still somewhere else. It took a while for Aryan to come back to the reality. He knew what he had done was wrong. He could now do nothing to turn things back to the time it was perfect. Whatever we may do, whoever we may be fate has something in reserve for us. Only that can happen. He couldn’t say anything. But Aryan did grab some words. “Arti, I’ve always appreciated your choices. I agree with everything you said. I am nowhere to be justified. I’m leaving you to your opinions. Vivek is your man. But know one thing it’s not because I don’t love you. It’s because I still love you. I’ve hurt you many times. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. But know one thing nobody will love you more than I did. All those years spent there were for you. Anyway I’m Happy for you. Live a life you want to. But we’re still friends right?” They smiled. But deep inside Aryan cried.

It was 15 minutes to sunset. The sky had turned red. Sun was about to set. Birds chirped away to their nests, people slowly retreated from sea shore. The beach was almost deserted. They got into Aryan’s car. He had offered a ride home. Aryan waved his hands while leaving her at home. His mind was blank. All his life and dream just set with the sun. He looked outside. A rain was on its way. Within few minutes rain was all over the place. Rain drops almost covered his vision. A lot of questions arose in Aran’s mind. Money was just another piece of paper. Bearing all those questions in his mind, he drove the car. It was raining heavily outside.