Again a Letter?

I don not know how to start this letter excpet to say that, I am Sorry ! Will it solve your problem? Will it serve as a medicine to heal your cumulative wounds over the ages and centuries? I see some of my resemblances in you. Is that the reason that I had been not adequately understood by you ? But no anger , no regret in life , gentlemen or gentle women , I will respond with a smile. No more confrontation or quarrel , except to blast my patriotric country . Am I not a reformed or a refined person now ? Yes or No ? gentlemen , beware of the devilish spirit shaking you and molesting you beyond repair .

I will not go back to my old world of emotion and emotion only .Now I will fuse it with intelligence and carefully accumulated wisdom flowing from my failings in the past and ofcourse many mistakes.

All of us want love and joy, peace and patience .We want to be kind and good .we expect more gnetleness and more faithfulness from others. But are you practicing it? Let us try to shun anger and cultivate more self control. Gift of love is all important and we must believe in it. Nothing is more fulfilling than Love itself. When you are sorrounded by love and friendliness we only need to see them and internalise them.

A Letter?

You are angry with me. Perhaps you have disapponting in me .But in our mind we cannot abandon each other .Indeed amidst all anguished anger there was more love overflowing.

Do you know one thing ?while people don’t like each other and love is compeltely dried up , they still co-exist together and live together , tolerate each other .Yes this is how they have been ordained given the culture of the soil ,brought up by the family and ofcourse the genes over generations .

You have every right to be angry with me. Indeed you alone can have more anger because you are more closer. I also know that more anger on the other side must imply nil anger from this side. The sinple logic of life is that , one must nurture one’s own patience all the time ,in order that one can escape or rather gloss over the hate arrows , which might hit either at home or office . They cannot hit me and kill me, peace me. I have many more things to do in this life but develish thoughts and images dominate .So they must exit .For that to happen , the divine has to make miracle.

Some recent writings – Inspired by reading some novel :We are together and we will be together

A saying goes like this, “Some times or many a time for reasons that are always not clear, marriages just don’t workout.” During my trip to Europe (2009 end) , I was traveling from Paris to Augsburg in Germany by a fast moving train .My co-passenger was a young French girl of my third daughter’s age . While conversing, she told, “My parents loved for twenty five years but they got married only five years back .” In Western countries too marriages work although living relationship sometimes serve as a launch pad. How can we forget the mother who has given the greatest gifts to me and through them, two grand daughters.

For more than three decades we were together, a real relationship, no quarrel, no abusive language but every thing looks like a dream now .Still we are together and yet farther from each other .Did we ever remain together? Yes and No could be the correct answer but I still doubt we were together .But all said and done we were together and we are together and we will be together and this is how the supreme has ordained.

I cannot excuse myself for my self imposed isolation

Ever since I fell down on July 22^nd 2011 in the early morning - just a few seconds before getting into the taxi which was waiting for me to move towards Chennai airport, I have not regained my old form. Fortunately , slipping the last step at the bottom of the stairs , did not prove to be fatal , but it immobilized me for some weeks and to some extent dampened my spirits indirectly for so many months . With all the pain I went to Vizag and I was lucky to get treatment from the ablest hand. Addressing the doctors and great personalities in different branches of medicine was a new experience and I enjoyed it thoroughly.Indeed it was one of the pleasant occasions in my life when I was invited by those whom I had not known but I was known to them.

I did not clearly remember how I could waste my time in not writing substantive stuff for long. The great gap, more like a classic divide had emerged in the last so many months that I felt as if I had forgotten the art of writing. By the divine will, the tenure of my Deanship came to an end before the end of 2011 and before that , the deteriorating health condition of the better half , combined with her collapse in a famous temple put me in a different world altogether and I thank the supreme that I have survived and collected myself fully with patience and perseverance and negotiated the turbulent period in my life . The traumatic experience that I have undergone is worth writing like a story or a novel but I lacked both the courage and also the mood to put everything in words.

Relieved from Deanship burdens and rejuvenated by the fastest recovery of my better half , I am in reasonably good shape and I should continue to read and write, not just for the students but beyond that .Let me see to what extent I can do full justice to my subject, classroom lecture and of course my meditations on life and sundry matters.