Saturday, June 7, 2014

...and they call it Devotion (Part 1)



Rameshwaram, a divine place, from where Lord Rama found his way to get back his lady love Sita. This was my only knowledge about the island, that too from my grand ma’s tales. I was greatly excited to visit the place. I wanted to see Rameshwaram and check if it is according to my imagination. Thoughts are always colorful though the reality is never the same.

For me, belief in God is not bonded to rituals. My faith with Him is pure without much show offs. Only place I frequently stopover is Guruvayur. Apart from the poojas and customs, I find a relaxed mood there. The idol of Lord Krishna is a favorite of mine. He is a flexible character who has done all naughty and serious things like humans. Also, I could pick a few colorful fancy ornaments from nearby shops at a cheaper rate. In fact, it is really a good thing to collect lots of earrings in just one visit and try it out for next few months. Similarly, it is the place where my college is situated. I used to meet my college mates whenever I go.

Rarely, temples inspire me to pray. All I do is look around the construction and sculptural works. Preachers say God is everywhere and so I pray from my room, bus or even bathroom. Coming back to my journey to Rameshwaram, I and my family started at around 7.30 am. We had breaks in between for refreshments.

From the wild greenery of Kerala, we moved to Tamil Nadu. Today, land of Tamilians is greener than my homeland. Only difference is that it is all manmade vegetation. Sights of tiny and huge temples, women with jasmine garlands, little girls with pots to collect water, countless mopeds, hoardings and name boards written in Tamil, cattle wandering in agricultural fields and acres of paddy fields welcomed us.




We reached Pamban Bridge. Entrance fee is Rs. 100. All I knew about this bridge was a tagline from an old ad of Shanker Cement. I must tell you, once in a lifetime you must travel through this bridge. Awesome view and experience! There are two bridges with the same name- one for railway and other roadway.

Both these bridges connect island of Rameshwaram with the mainland of India. The bridges are built across sea. It is also the meeting point of Bay of Bengal and Indian Ocean. We could recognize two seas. Indian Ocean has dark blue water while Bay of Bengal is pale blue. Our driver stopped the cab in the middle of the bridge for us to get out and watch around. He warned, “Be careful!”
Take my word, if you have a zero size body shape, you’d certainly fly up. The wind there is heavy. We were there at noon and even then it was severe. Driver said it will be worse at night. But the view is truly breathtaking. Sea….! My words are not enough to explain its beauty. The sight of railway track will make you either scared or keyed up. It is just a few centimeters away from the deep seawater.

Bhakti made my family to get into the car without ‘wasting much time’ staring at sea. It seems there were some poojas to be held for me and my hubby to lead a happy life. We went straight to hotel rooms and kept our bags there. I don’t know why they made me to hurry up to meet an old man. He was supposed to do our pooja. He was a family friend of APJ Abdul Kalam, former President of India and a great visionary. There was a picture of him and Kalam hanged on his wall.

When we went in, he was busy watching a Tamil serial. His assistant informed him about us and he came out. He had all costumes of a spiritual leader except long hair. First thing he asked us was “Are you from Pattambi?”  It was my husband’s homeland. When we nodded, he smiled. I guess his expressed so because the one who had send us may have a tie up with this person and must have informed him earlier to buy commission. He says there are three kinds of pooja ranging from 5,000 Rs to 7,000 Rs. He said the benefit will be the same for all these three. When my dad and husband was confused about choosing, I strongly said I’d go for the lowest. Finally he told us to meet him after a holy dip in the sea and rituals in the morning.

It was already 6pm. So we had a bath and moved to the temple. I felt as if I had entered a huge fancy shop with shopkeepers inviting us to buy ornaments. Rameshwaram is famous for things made of corals. I bought a few earrings for my cousin sisters, bags for mom and in-law, bracelets and bangles for me. Then we entered the temple. It had a stink with no air circulated rooms. Also, the horrible smell of people with wet clothes welcomed us to pray. Now you tell me, how I can worship in such an environment!

Even the people at counter of prasadam were loudly banging on their table to attract devotees to buy prasadams like laddu. Once we completed the visit, we went back to our rooms. As the journey had made us tired, we had a good sleep.


To be continued...

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Let’s not close it soon



My words speak better than sound,
My letters tell better than tone.
Writings are my habitats,
Know me nowhere else.

I stood lonely in darkness,
You held my hands softly.
I asked to move away,
You left silently…

No tears in my eyes,
Yet my lips shivered once.
With hours of silence,
I had to sigh forever.

Sweating me and summer,
Both yearned for a rain.
To survive with smile,
To cool ourselves down!

Never forget to look back,
To find me at the place we met.
I stand frozen and still,
As showers touched me not!

A chapter is easy to turn off,
We have many pages left,
Puzzles and problems ahead,
Let’s not close it soon.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Hmm… It’s Fourth Birthday of Village Girl



I still remember that day! I sat in my post graduation classroom thinking “What should I name my blog?” Finally, the village aspect in me framed this name. Even when my dad says I am not a girl any more, I love to be addressed like that.
It has been four years since I started scribbling here. I am amused by the fact that I survived this many years here. My life revolved around this site once. I’d get excited when I find an increase in the number of followers or a rise in comments for a particular post. I learned the techniques to direct writers whose sites I visit and comment to my blog. I took pride in that.
Slowly I understood that it is the emotional aspect that would drive a blog. Your letters must dance with joy even if you are crying. Words should emit confidence when you are actually depressed. Realities covered with a flavor of imagination define the art of writing.
I must admit I am not as sincere as I used to be once in blogging. I had a stage where I stopped writing for many months. Sometimes, I feel today I blog for namesake. I have no answer of you ask how I am planning to develop my blog.
Life has become a puzzle and I find it hard to solve. When there are too many to laugh at you and your dear ones are bothered about it more than yourselves, days become tough. I need a hope and a smile. My thoughts have become dry suddenly.
I feel I am in a desert where I’d here many people’s voices but can’t see anyone near me. This was not the way I have imagined to celebrate my blog’s fourth birthday.  My sad thoughts have spoiled this post.

Coming to a few good points, I thank my friends who stood with me in blog’s bad times. I am grateful to my followers for not leaving this site when I said I won’t write anymore. Finally a token of love to my dearest friends Anees, Meenakshi, Navin, Vipindas, blogger Anjali and Malabaris Facebook group for your care!