A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-7

The best quality of a human being is that he will do anything and everything if he wants to ...

Then things moved fast. A few more joined us. Two drivers took a bundle of rope each, but they were too thin to use. One of us said he had seen a bundle of thick new plastic rope in a pickup behind the line. We went and asked him for it. The one who had noticed it did not know the pickup driver’s language and so I asked him for it. Though he was reluctant at first, we convinced him and bought it for the price he demanded. Two choppers were brought and started cutting the branches down. In about 30 minutes the tree was cut into two pieces. We tied the rope to each piece and pulled it to each side of the road with the help of a truck. As the tree was moved aside, I was the one to cross it first and go ahead. I was on a motorcycle at the front.  It was already 10 O’clock when I reached my office. As I explained the situation I was in I was spared form Loss of Payment.

We are all cooperative, sympathetic, innovative, motivating, etc human beings. But the pace, at which we move, is blinding us from all these beauties of life. Like a traveller in a fast train, we miss the beautiful flowers we pass through and look at the rocky hills at the distance. If we can take the stairs instead of lift, take a walk instead of our car, count the stars instead of our salary/profit, smile at a child instead of shouting at the subordinates, share food with a hungry instead of stuffing the fast food, we really LIVE OUR LIFE.

It is to LIVE, not to watch it slipping away in the busy schedules we have created for ourselves.


A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-6

“What do you want?” was a milder question than I expected.
“There is a tree fallen across the road in the middle of the forest.”
“Where exactly is it?” He asked again.
“It is near to the Hanuman Temple.”
“Where has the tree fallen from? Top or bottom? “
“It has fallen across the road.” I did not understand how the direction of the fall matters, but still I said, “It has fallen from bottom to top.”
“Then you have to inform the other office. It is their jurisdiction.” And he went in.
I felt foolish to trust the government offices. I turned and walked back to the tea shop.
“What did they tell?” They were curious. “They told to inform the other office.” Is what I said to them. “Can you inform them?” I asked the Maruthi vala.
“Yes I will.” He readily accepted. I walked to my motorcycle and started back to the scene at the middle of the forest.
They had started cutting down the tree when I reached them.
“Did you inform them? What did they tell you? Are they coming?” All were hopeful that help will be coming soon. Because they forgot they are in India.
“I don’t think they will be coming. They are blaming the responsibility on each other.”
“Oh God!” Exclaimed one. “Let us see what we can do.” came the voice of an optimist from the crowd.

(to be continued.)

A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-5

There were only two customers in the tea shop. Both of them had just arrived in a Maruthi car. I entered the shop after them.
“A hot hot tea.” I yelled at the shop owner who was trying to make something in the kitchen. I doubted if he heard me but opted to wait as the other two also seemed waiting.
“The road is blocked in the middle of the forest.” I informed my co-customers.
“Is it? Where exactly?”
“In the middle of the forest. Whom should we inform?” I asked.
“You need to inform the forest office right over there.” Showed the shop owner as he was coming with the tea.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
I drank the tea in a sip and felt better. It felt the tea was a bit cold due to the shiver and cold I was going through.
I paid him and walked towards the forest office. I could not see anybody at the front. It looked more like a residence than an office.
“Is anybody there?” I shouted. No response. But I could see somebody through the window. He was mixing something, probably preparing his breakfast.
“Is anybody there?” I yelled even louder.
“Yes” came a reply from inside and out came a young man in dhothi.
(to be continued.)

A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-4

“There is a lot of fog on the way. Still I shall try.” Said I.

I had no choice. If I didn’t reach my office before 10 o’clock, I would lose a day’s salary. I turned my bike around and started back to inform the check post. I could not go far. I had to turn back as the fog was too much that I could not see the road.

The Innova vala asked seeing me back, “Did you inform them?”

“No. I could not go. I have no fog light on my bike.” I showed my irritation.

Another half-an-hour passed. Now many have come out and started passing comments on what to do next.

‘It is better I try going once more. I can have a cup of hot tea too, which will warm me up.’ I thought. I turned my bike around for a second time and headed towards the check post.

The Sun was up and the fog had subsided. On the way I saw some vehicles hurrying past me. “Go, go. Go fast and wait there.” I told them in my mind.

There is a tea shop before the check post. I had started to shiver. "Better have the tea first." I thought and entered the tea shop.

A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-3

As it was getting colder due to the increasing rain, I thought I need to have a shelter from the rain. I slowly approached the pickup van and asked the driver.
“Shall I sit here for a while? It has started to rain heavily.”
“I am sorry. The seat will get wet.” Answered the driver.
“I will sit only at this corner.”
I tried to persuade him. But he nodded a “NO”.
I just smiled and moved to the jeep behind. There were a few people inside so I thought better not to ask. Then next was a truck. I knocked the door. No response. I knocked louder. The response was the same. Then I banged at the door and understood ‘it is easy to wake a sleeping man up than the one who pretends sleeping.’
I smiled and moved on and thought of the basic human nature – selfishness. We speak a lot about selflessness. But most often, when it comes to us, all of us are selfish, one way or the other. Sometimes we help a poor. But if we look inside, we can see that it is for others to see that we are helping in nature or to be blessed by God for the good deed we do. We love others so that others love us or not to be hated by them.
Slowly, the Sun was showing his face and so were the people in different vehicles on both the sides of the block. I asked a person who has just showed up.
“Has anyone informed the check post?”
“The people at the other side might have.” He answered.
Another typical nature of humans - ‘I have no time for that. Let him do it.’
I climbed over the tree and jumped to the other side and enquired.
The answer was, “I have not. They might have.”
I crossed back to my side and said to those who were standing there. “Nobody has informed at the check post.”
One gentleman took his apple phone out and lifted up for signal and said, “There is no coverage here or else I would have called up and informed.” Obviously, there is no chance we can get coverage for any network in the middle of the forest.
Another person who came in an Innova said to himself so innocently, “If somebody who has a motorcycle could go and inform them...” Poor fellow. It’s a bad luck that Innova has no reverse gear!

(to be continued.)

A Rainy Night In The Forest. Part-2

As it was only 4 O’clock in the morning, there was nobody on the road. I was finding it difficult as the drizzle was blocking my vision. I have to cross a forest on my way. It is at the boarder of Kerala and Karnataka. It measures around 40 km through the thick forest with many hairpin curves. As I entered the forest, it started to rain heavily. I drove slowly through the rain s I had no choice.

Two cars over took me splashing the rain water on me. I started feeling cold. After a few kilometers, the rain stopped. But I could not speed up. The mist was blocking the way. I could hardly see a few meters. I drove dead slow and continued. When I reached the middle of the forest, I saw a line of vehicles. I just overtook them and went ahead. I could not go far. The road was blocked by a big tree which fell across the road. I couldn’t even see the other side, partially due to the thickness of the leaves of the fallen tree and partially the darkness. The first vehicle on the line was a pick-up van.

I asked the driver, “When did you reach here?”

“Around 5 O’clock”, he answered.

I looked at my watch. It showed 5.30 in the morning. The rain started again.

(to be continued.)

A Rainy Night In The Forest Part-1

It was a rainy night. Was it a coincidence that I decided to return on that night? Might not be. It was a night on a rainy season. No wonder, the days and nights are rainy.

I found it hard to open my eyes as I am used to getting up late in the morning. I got ready and had a cup of black tea. I usually don’t have black tea or coffee. But it is necessary now as it is a rainy night. I need it to keep my body warm.

I got my vehicle out of the garage. You are mistaken. It is not a BMW or a Benz. It is a Bajaj Platina, an eight-year-old motorcycle. My first and the only vehicle I ever had.

As I had filled enough petrol the previous day, I started it confidently and waved good bye to my sweetheart. Kids were asleep and will know that I am gone only in the morning. It was drizzling. I had my rain coat on. I slowly moved into a memorable night.

 (to be continued...) 

The Best is Yet to Come

My body is wounded and soul bleeding
Pain is tingling in my spirit
I could hear a mumbling voice
The best is yet to come.

The stars are shining and moon is smiling
My past is pocking my future
There I am; calm and helpless in the present
The best is yet to come.

Don’t you have ears to heed my cry? Don’t you see my tears?
Oh! My soul, the world is full of darkness and
It is staring at my present to hunt my future down
The best is yet to come.

Plants are green but they can dry
Body strong but it can decay
The night has come and light is gone but
The best is yet to come.

I can hear my voice trembling
Hands are numb and legs are heavy
Shattered thoughts and weeping sighs yet
The best is yet to come.

There I come in cotton trousers
A wheel in hand to run my way,
My heart is ponding for my friend
The best is yet to come.

Come my friend and hug me tight
Kiss my forehead and take my hand
I feel proud that you’re my friend
The best is yet to come.

Good or Bad?

We often look at a flower, we may tend to think what good this flower is doing to this amazing world. Does it do any good to anybody?


A Flower shows the divinity of creation. Its purity cannot be destroyed by anybody. It can be crushed but it will remain in the minds of many. 


മുറ്റത്തുചിക്കിചികയുന്ന കോഴിപ്പിടയേയും കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെയും നോക്കി കുട്ടൻ കുറേ നേരമായി ഇരിക്കുന്നു. തള്ളക്കോഴി കരികില്ക്കിടയിലെല്ലാം ചിക്കിച്ചികഞ്ഞ് കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങക്കിട്ടുകൊടുക്കുന്നു. പക്ഷെ ഒന്നുപോലും ആ തള്ളക്കോഴിയുടെ വയറ്റിലേക്കു പോയതായിക്കണ്ടില്ല. പുഴുക്കളെയും പ്രാണികളെയുമിങ്ങനെ തപ്പി പെറുക്കിയെടുക്കുമ്പോഴും തള്ളക്കൊഴ്യുടെ കണ്ണുകൾ നാലുപാടും പായുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. വല്ല പരുന്തോ കുറുക്കനോ മറ്റോ വരുന്നുണ്ടോ? അതിനിടയ്ക്കതാ രണ്ടു കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങൾ ഒരു പുഴുവിനായി തല്ലുകൂടുന്നു. അവരുടെ വഴക്കു തീർക്കലും അതിനൊപ്പം തന്നെ തീർന്നു. വയറു നിറഞ്ഞ ചില കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങൾ ഒന്നു തലചായ്ക്കനിടം തേടി. അവസാനമാവൽ ചിക്കിചികഞ്ഞ കരികിലകൽക്കിടയിൽ ഒന്നുകൂടി നോക്കി. രണ്ടു മൂന്നു പുഴുക്കളെക്കിട്ടി.

"ങ്ഹാ അതു മതി !"

അവൾ വീണ്ടും തൻറെ കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളുടെയടുത്തെയ്ക്കു നടന്നു.

The First and The Best Wonder of The World

The most mysterious relationship I have ever seen is in marriage. Two people of different taste, behaviour, ability, etc come together and become one. Though they may know each other only for a short span of time, their life, body, soul and mind become one that the pain of one hurts the other. The happiness of one will be doubled for the other. They may have prosperity or poverty, may have many children or none at all, may have many friends or a few enemies, may be in the best of their health or may have all the illnesses one can have – still they remain one. Their parents will leave them for eternal life. Their children will leave them to make their own nests. But they two feel comfortable in each other’s company – until death parts them. I think this is the most mysterious scenario in the world. The first and best wonder of the world is nothing but a family which keeps itself true to its name.

(Picture Courtesy Google)

The Double Headed Man

There was a man who had two heads, one to the front and the other to the back. Every time he started to walk forward, the head at the back described what he saw around. The head at the front used to look backward to ensure what the other head said was correct and the man often fell into potholes. It happened for a long time. One day, the head at the back was sleeping when he started to walk. Suddenly he realised that he is now walking at a very fast pace and he did not fall into any pothole. He walked into a shop and bought a cap which blocked the vision of his back head. Ever since, he never fell into any pothole and always reached his destination quicker and easier.

(epilogue: A man needs to learn from his past, but anyone who always stares at his past can neither see his future nor live in the present)

(image Courtesy:- Google)

Why do I write?

They say, there is nothing which happens without a reason – and I think it is true. The universe has its own way of setting things. Every grain of rice and each worm in the mud is with a purpose. I too have a reason to write.
I see life in me and around me. Writing it down is like drawing a picture. It makes the unseen seen the ignored inevitable and most of all, it makes its message vivid to me.I write because, I have learned a lot from others – both from error and wisdom. That made “to error” unnecessary and put me one step ahead. Therefore if these collection of thoughts help even one person to leap a step ahead, it is worth my time and energy and I believe I too am one step closer to my destiny and purpose.