Friday, December 31, 2010

I don't know mySelf

"I", am the one who is watching, from behind my eyes
Watching me see

"I", am not the body, my hands and feet
For consciousness, I don't feel in them

Difficult, but true, that "I" am not the mind
As I do observe, my thoughts flying

"I", then, am far superior
But someone, I don't know mySelf

"I", can Will, to stroke a flame
For this world around, is my projection
And the laws of nature, govern my body
But not even my mind, so they can't touch "I" 

"I", can Know, your very thought
For you and I, the same with cages different
Bound by one law, that of Karma

But How and Why, am "I" here
Why are we, so tied up
And what happens, to "I" on death?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Kuttapettan uncle passed away yesterday.

We all knew him by default as uncle. Kuttan uncle, Sethu uncle, etc had their prefixes to identify. But if I said uncle, it was him. My dearest cousin Prakash Ettan's father, he was a close friend and elder-brotherly to my father and all of his brothers. By relation, he was my father's elder sister's husband. He shared the same name as my father - Sankarankutty.
We all liked him a lot, as he was always moderate. I've seldom seen him angry or moody. He was pleasing and easy to talk to. He had a wonderful balance of discipline and friendliness in his personality. I've all through life known him to be the fittest and healthiest of all elder relatives I've known.
He loved watching cricket and that was the first topic one could get into conversation with him. By default being the eldest sibling's (in Mumbai) husband, he was the most regarded in our family. I never knew of his side of the family, and never even felt the need to, he was that close and dear to all of us.
A true role model in personality and nature. He would always keep busy and kept employment until the age of 75. It was just a couple of years back that he voluntarily sought retirement. His early career had been in the military, and my childhood memories are filled with memories of this eldest uncle we knew.
The last time I saw him and spoke to him, this April, he had lost weight. The independent nature that he had, during the moments alone we had, he shared his feeling that he was burdening others with his illness. My heart grieved and I put out as many consoling words I could on how things were turning for the better with his health. I realize and thank God I could see him, and I feel equally sorry I'll not be able to see him.
I've loved him and I miss him. This is perhaps the first instance where I've lost someone I've known all my life and I feel deep sadness and listlessness. I perhaps share the feeling of all the others who've known him in saying that he's truly left a vacuum in our lives that we'll have to learn to live with.
Lakshmi (Oppa) Aunty, Prakash Ettan, Prasanna Chechy and the immediate family have suffered a long time along with uncle during his prolonged fight with stomach cancer. I keep praying that the Gods give them calmness and the strength to bear this pain and get adjusted.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

I

I, am a writer, and a poet
I, am a thinker, and philosopher
I, like to solve logic, and mathematics

I, am a singer, a good voice
I, a hard worker, tireless
I, a great orator, and communicator

I, with good attitude, reflective
I am even One, with no Ego

But who is this I

For are You, not I too?

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