Prithvi

I was having a small nap in my car at calicut beach ( i use to do this at times) and woke up hearing some one knocking my cars door. A small boy was standing outside my car, he may be four years old and had a very sweet face with curly hairs. I opened the door still leaning back in the drivers seat and the boy smiled at me.

"Hello, what is your name", i asked him.

"Prithvi" the answer came smartly.

something passed through my heart hearing that name and i leaned forward to him. He was looking at the crystal in front of my car and asked me " can i come in " . before the reply he just climbed to my lap and i was amused. i told him that his parents may dont like this and his answer was just three horns from my car. Everybody around looked at us. He really enjoyed the attention and started to sound the horn again.

"Where is your mother?" i asked him

"She has gone to bring me a baby sister" he answered while touching the crystal on my dashboard.

By this time i noticed an old couple coming near to my car and i stepped out of my car.
" Sorry if he disturbed you" . the old man said to me and the lady took him out of the car

" Its ok, prithvi is smart, i think he is your grandson" .

My guess was right( it was simple) and we introduced us to each other. By this time Prithvi escaped from his grandmother and started running around.

Mr. Muraleedharan and Parvathi Muraleedharan , retired after their long service in Dubai.

We talked as if there was some kind of bond and they told the story of Prithvi.

Prithvis daddy died in an accident and his mother (Mr & Mrs Muraleedharans daughter) married again and is settled in Birmingham now. I thought that Prithvi was having a vacation with his grandparents but very soon understood he was not. We spent sometime together and talked a lot. Prithvi was so sweet and smart and even when i was talking with the couple i was actually watching the kid. i told them that they must make the kid understand the realities as he grows. i think it will be a very tough taskfor them.

while driving back to home the sweet curly haired boy was in my mind. I wonder why his mom left him alone ( i felt that he will be lonely even though his grandparents are giving him the best they can). I never asked this to them and they also didnt tell me.

Prithvi, dont curse your mom, may be she is helpless .....

waiting

sometimes waiting for nothing is beautiful than waiting for something

silence

I never thought that being silent is so peaceful,
yes "there is sucess beyond fear"

why i love sunset?

I wonder why i love sunset,
is it because i feel the pain of parting,
is it because i love the joy of uniting,
is it because i simply like the colours
or is it only to solace my mind that
darkness is temporary.

i will embrace the torments of hell

the trial

The neigh of the horses caught the attention of the people. Soldiers were coming on the horses and it was a usual scene in this market place, but there was something unusual, a man was being dragged by one of the horses

The stage was set in the centre of the market place and the man was tied to the pole in the middle. People gathered in seconds to see the sinner. They were laughing and shouting and screaming. The soldier raised his hands and the crowd became silent.
What is the sin, an old man asked with all his voice


" He has sinned a lot,

but the worst he has done was

blinding his dear ones from the beauty of life , by holding them close to his heart. he wanted them to see the world as he saw, to love the people who he thought was right and to react in the way which he felt was right."

The crowd shouted in anger, kill him, kill him ,kill him...

The accused was never given a chance to speak.

The soldier said : "You the people of Wiseland has the right to punish this man

he shall be stoned.”

The man raised his head and looked at the crowd. There was neither fear nor anger in his face but he was seen shocked when the first stone was thrown to him. Then there was a shower of stones on him and the crowd left the stage when he was a heap of blood and flesh.

the choice

He saw two gates and an angel when he opened his eyes

Angel: “Welcome , you have an option - heaven or hell”

Man: (without a second thought) Hell....I will embrace the torments of hell

Angel smiled at him and asked why and the man replied

" All the agonies which i may face will be much less than the pain i felt when i saw the face of the person who threw the first stone at me, let that person be granted the happiness of heaven when the time comes and let me embrace the torments of hell "

I wanted them to die.... one by one

It was discouraging and painful to stand outside the Intensive Care Unit and hear the doctors say that nothing can be done except to wait.

My dad, was lying inside unconscious (as per the knowledge of doctors) for some days and the so called "best of the best of the doctors" couldn’t do much rather than try something new every day.

Every midnight, before going to the room to try to sleep I would ask the security guard in front of the ICU whether someone in that ICU was dead that day. His yes gave me some kind of confidence to go to sleep. I didn’t know why.

After some days I found out that my mind was tuned to the fact that death will come only once to that ICU and if she has taken away someone that day my dad will be safe for the day. Then I started to wait for a death in that ICU.I prayed to god that let the persons who are waiting for death be taken to this ICU.I wanted them to die, in that ICU, one by one every day to save my dad. One day till mid night no death occurred and I was restless. Then only I heard the guard telling to someone that a patient who was taken to another hospital from this ICU was dead on the way. The guard added that he would have died here itself but his son wanted to try his luck. I was relieved that today also my dad is safe. I prayed to god to take him out of the ICU as soon as possible.

Some days passed and then that day came, no one died in that ICU, I went to my room , lied down on the floor. Early in the morning that call came, it was the guard. “Sir, please come down, the doctor wants to speak to you”. I had heard this many times in front of the ICU and knew what it meant.

I MISS U dad. I don’t think I ever expressed my love to you.