“Are you ready?” came a loud cry from the room.
“Yes”, replied I.
This was not my first time; still I am a bit nervous.
“Let’s go then.” Anto patted on my shoulder. I got up and went with him. We took the city bus and got down at the General Hospital. He guided me to the room. It was a room with three beds. Near each bed there were equipments to draw blood. A young lady came and smiled at me.
“Please lie down there.”
I chose the middle bed. As lied down, she came near me with a plastic bag to collect my blood. My vein was pocked and blood started to flow out of my body to the plastic bag through the pipe which connected me and the bag. She placed the bag on an equipment which started to rock. My blood started to fill the bag. After a few minutes, the bag was full of my life liquid. I got up and suddenly felt a little dizy.
“Don’t get up now. Rest a while.” She suggested.
“I am alright.” I replied.
Once I was out of the room, I could see a man with a tender coconut. He offered it to me, “Please drink it.” I took a sip from it. “It is for his daughter.” Anto introduced him to me. I smiled at him and drank the coconut water.
“She is in the ward.” The man said and showed the way. I was not interested to visit, but I followed. In the ward, I saw a 9-year-old girl who is very tired and weary. She smiled at me. “So she is the one who will receive my blood.” I thought to myself. There was something angelic about the girl. She was from a poor family but that did not determine who she is. She brightened wherever she was. The innocent smile had many things to tell. I could feel my heart filled with something I cannot express. It was later I understood that it was the blessing of God for helping his angel to preserve a valuable life.
I have given many things to many people in my life. But that was the day my giving gave me more than I gave.


What is "failure"?

Is it a word?

An idea?

A concept?

No. It is an attitude - an attitude towards anything. Every single incident which happens in our life turns into a success or failure depending on our attitude towards it. Abraham Lincoln failed 'n' number of times in his life. But his attitude converted all of them to experiences and his greatest success followed them. There are many of us who turn even success into failure with the attitude we have. We step away even after a small error. We never try anything else. Therefore, history loses them. Do you want to make history?

If 'Yes',


Purpose in Life.

I was in the midst of a confusion. Why to live? Where to live? and How to live?

These are a few of the questions we all ask at some time in life.

Some call it purpose in life. Some call it Destiny. But I like to call it "The Reason To Live". I needed a reason to live. I was finding it difficult to live, because I did not know why I should be alive. Then I found out that people around me need me. They love me. There are things only I can do and for that I have to live.

This is called the so called enlightenment which has happened to many a great people.

Living is not breathing. Living is being alive in the heart of those who are around us.

If so how many of us are alive today?


We always depend on something or someone for anything or everything. It may be God, parents, wife, money, hope, faith in something or something of the sort.

Can we really be self-sufficient?

Can anybody ever live self-sufficiently?


എൻ പാതി പകുത്തൊരു പതിവ്രതയെ നിന്നെ
പ്രാണനെന്നല്ലാതെന്തു വിളിപ്പു ഞാൻ
യെന്നിലെയെന്നോട് ചൊല്ലി ഞാനാദ്യമായ്
"നീയുണ്ണായ്കിലു മൂട്ടണമിവളെ
നീയുടുക്കായ്കിലുമുടുപ്പിക്കണമിവളെ "
ഊട്ടിയതുമുടുപ്പിച്ച്തും നീയല്ലെ പ്രിയേ -
യെന്റെയുറവ വറ്റിയ ജീവിതത്തെ
നിൻ മധുരമൊഴിയാലെന്നിലിത്തിരി
നന്മയുടെ വിത്തുകളിട്ടതിനെ
നിൻ താങ്ങാൽ, തണലാൽ തലോടലാൽ
ജലവും വളവുമേകി വളർത്തിയിന്നതീ
ഞാനായി മാറിയെൻ
പുതുജീവിതത്തിൻ നാമ്പു നീട്ടി
പേടിയില്ലോട്ടുമിനി നീയെന്റെ -
യരികിലെന്നാലീ ജീവിതം ജീവിച്ചു തീർക്കാനായ്

Is Life Fair?!

Life is Beautiful.
This is a sentence we tell ourselves when we are happy, motivated, energetic and enthusiastic. But is Life beautiful only when we feel good or all the times?
I feel life is like a three-dimension object. We can see only that face of the Life which is turned towards us. That does not mean it has only one face.
Life is just neutral. It is we who interpret it to be positive or negative, good or bad, beautiful or ugly, etc.
Therefore it is our line of thought that is important.
Have no judgement.
Take life as it comes.
Try to understand the neutral aspect of every event that happens.

Life will be fine.

The Parent in You

Children are the best investment one can have. But to make it worth investing, we need to invest the best and the most valuable thing we have i.e. TIME.

It is better to present your child a toy car for Rs.100/- and join him to play with it than gifting him a BMW and never bother even to see what he does with it.

Time is life. Giving your children your time means giving them your life and be sure you will get it back in hundred folds.

If your child is not able to play with you, not able to make mistakes, not allowed to experiment with his life, not able to learn new things-which you may feel unnecessary, not able to shout at you, not able to get an apology from you when you go wrong, never expect them back either now or in future.

Your child is a not you he/she has a different destiny. Support him/her to choose it and live his/her life. They will make mistakes-as they should. But appreciate their calibre to try new things. Guide them and be a mender for them. Never a policeman.

When your child knows even if he/she makes a mistake, you will be by his/her side, be sure they will ever be your side even after you are gone from this world.

I can’t be you, you can’t be me and we can’t be them. Understand it and accept them. Then you will experience that Heaven is Here and Now.

Thread of Love

“You have changed a lot. You don’t show me the kind of love you had earlier” was her complaint recently. “Yes I don’t show you. But that doesn't mean I don’t love you.” I said to myself. I know, I am not showing her any affection recently. I am at war-a war waged inside me - a war between me and me.

We had a lovely life in the beginning. We started our life in a small house which had only one room. I love her more than anything and I did tell her that and showed it all the way possible. Money was a problem, but she was very understanding as is now. She never complained about anything, except not being with her. We spent hours together which in turn built our life in a strong foundation.

As soon as my work was over, I would be hurrying home. I could never buy anything for her though I wanted to. Love cannot buy everything, need money for that. But she never complained. To increase our joy our first baby came in. I was worried, very much worried though I did not show it. But I knew she knows everything. Our hearts had become one. So it was neither possible to cover up my heart from her nor hers from me. We had a strong thread of love uniting us.

We had quarrels. Though not very often, we would get angry and shout at each other. Even when we were at the highest point of anger we never used words to intentionally hurt the other. Because I knew I am not hurting her but myself, so did her. Every night we would talk, say sorry to each other if we quarreled and would hug and kiss each other before sleep.

My financial crisis shook my mind and I was most of the time worried calculating and thinking over and over. It took most space of my mind and I forgot to spent time with her sometimes even to talk to her. It was worrying me how to take care of the family with the little income I get as a driver. I always wanted to buy a car for myself, but never did.

I felt a warm hand on my forehead and I opened my eyes. “I am sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I was angry with the children and I just poured it out on you. I didn't think it would hurt you this much. I am sorry. I am so sorry.” I looked at her and asked, “Do you know that I love you more than anything in this world?” She hugged me tightly and said, “I know I am the person whom you love most. But I would like to hear it often.” Our tears became one like our hearts. Our son came and hugged us both and there we went back to the small one-room-house in the beginning.

Love is not love if it is not expressed.

The thing called SELFISHNESS.

Do I work because I am so committed to my employer that I would do anything and everything for the betterment of my employer?
Has my employer hired me because he wants to help me earn my living and be happy or he wants more profit?
Do I take care of my children because they want me or I want them?
Do I do charity works or donate for the needy because they need me?
Do I live in this world because the world needs me?
Do I pray to God because He needs my prayers?
Do I buy my grocery because the grocery shop owner has no other means of income?

Selfishness is a word we often use to speak about those type of people who care nothing for others and look for their own benefits. But is there anybody who is not selfish at all? I personally doubt it. When I work, I work because I get the remuneration for it. When I do something for charity, I do it so that I get the praise from others about my generosity. If I do it secretly - as some of us might be doing, I get a satisfaction myself that I have done something for the needy and the gratitude and praise I have for myself cannot be expressed in words. I feel worthy of living. I feel proud that I understand my society. I feel I am able to see the needy and humane to help them.

I have children. I do everything to make sure they get the best. I feed them, cloth them, educate them etc. etc. Is it because they need me or I need them to love me, hug me, kiss me, call me dad and appreciate my sacrifices for them? I feel this is a mutual selfishness. I need them and so do they. I love them and so do they.

Every person do what they do because there is something which comes back to them. If not nobody would waste their time, energy, and money etc. for anything or anybody.