Karkidakam - Monsoon Month

It rained like  it used to in the monsoon month of Karkidakam. Smashing, thrashing, torrents, non-stop. We had classes on Sunday at college till noon. I came to Vallarpadam in that brief break in the rain and had lunch at Meenakshi's. Ate a little too much of rice with the sambar and the awesome omelette they make there. A mistake, felt little heavy and sleepy after that.

4pm Tamil mass. Wonderful celebration.

I could not gather up whole of my mind today. Streams of thoughts were running parallel. Some days are like that. Thoughts cross over, mind not so stable and balanced. Yet, being there calmed me. Last week, with some artist friends we had made some pictorial study of the historical times of Vallarpadam. A very intersting and captivating conversation.

Bread

Wishing everyone the strength and grace to enjoy their toil for bread. Blessed are they who can earn theirs from work they love to do.

Illusion

Life and its illusions. Its difficult to see through the happiness, sorrows and the other emotions and its phases life bring to us. We go up and down with it. Some elate and exhilarate us, some broke us. But the end we know we are carried away and has missed the point.

At those times, when we are blinded by the "Maya" the thought of the eternal existence, the memories of the titbits of the true colors of the real being, keep us going, without being too much affected by the illusion.

PS: Picture borrowed

Hope

The rain and few other things stopped me from getting to Vallarpadam today.

As I stayed home in the rainy day, I was feeling real glum about some events of last week when the positiveness of certain things I did dawned on me which cheered me up unbelievably.

A few good hearts tried to open a door of sunshine for an unfortunate neighbourhood who was loosing all the trading opportunities from tourism just because they were on the other side of the road where all the action and crowd was.

Earlier, I had did some work on a few things that had the potential to develop this part of the town an attraction too. But the people concerned where not thinking the way they should have been for their own benefit and for the ones around too. So the agony continued.

All of a sudden something happened by way of apparent destruction of the old quarters and some good heart were on to it for its protection and I was called in too. For three days we worked together the laybrinth of heirarchy, people and attitude to ensure the 'interest' stay intact over the weekend when the protecting machinery would be on holiday.

A lot to do to turn the dream of the neighbourhood to a reality, but a new hope and energy is filling me as more and more good hearts are joining in.