She sets the sail and takes her ship
She sets the direction and command the miles
With her are those men, who know her mind
And she says she choose them, picked them.

She had seen enough of wind and clouds
She had seen them all along her sail
They once made her way difficult and hard
Made her crumple and lost her mind

She has the courage to cast her sorrows away
She has the mind to control her heart
Yet she wears a mask of gloom, and pretends
She is sad and week, Ohh! the drama queen..!

Now she made her mind for an all new sail
Now she made her sails tied at new heights
With the men she choose, rather the
Men who choose not to leave her by

Tell her the clouds that she see at a distance
Tell her the wind that come in her way
Will not bring her storm or make her stop
But will help to soothe her mind and soul

Evergreen memories

Memories of a girl who was with us in high school time accidently slashed upon my mind last week. As she studied in a girls-only school most of us knew the girl only from the narrations our friends made based on the tuition classes they shared and the other curricular activities outside school like scouts and guides, inter school games etc. I remember most of us waited near her house to see her cycling home after tuition classes.

It all happened 17 years ago.
Below are the immediate responses I got from my friends when I asked them " Da do you remember one Shany Markose (name changed due to security reasons) who studied with us during high school?

Friend 1: ethu aa BSA SLR aano..?.
Friend 2: aliyaaa.. ohhh :) :) :)
Friend 3: Poda M**** (those days he claimed that she was his LINE)
Friend 4: ente oru rathri nee kulamakkale..!! Wife aduthundu. nale vilikaam.
Friend 5: Ayyo..!!
Friend 6: share the profile man.. :)
Friend 7: you too..?
Friend 8: Njyan kalyanam kazhicittu oru kollam polum aayilla..!!
Friend 9: nee kando atho chat cheytho.? friends list ill undo..?

Such memories are evergreen..!!

ഓര്‍മയിലെ ‍സൗന്ദര്യം

നിന്നെ കുറിച്ചോര്ക്കു‍മ്പോള്‍   മനസ്സില്‍ മിന്നും
നിന്‍ തളിര്‍ ചുണ്ടിലെ ചിരിയിന്‍ മധുരവും
അഴകെറും കണ്പീലിയും, കണ്ണിന്‍  തിളക്കവും
നോട്ടത്തിന്‍ കുസൃതിയും അതിനുള്ളിലെ പ്രണയവും

സ്മ്രിതിയില്‍ നിന്നും മറയില്ല നീ പ്രിയേ
ഹൃദയത്തില്‍ ചേര്‍ന്നൊരു  വെണ്ണ്‍പുഷ്പമേ
ജീവനില്‍ അലിഞ്ഞൊരു ശലഭമേ പ്രിയേ
ഓര്‍മയില്‍ നീറുന്നൊരു വെണ്ണ്‍സൗന്ദര്യമേ

മറഞ്ഞൊരു വസന്തം..!

ഇടവാര്‍ന്ന കൂന്തലും ആ ചെറുചിരിയും
നനവായ് ശേഷിപ്പു ഇന്നും ഈ മനതാരില്‍
ഓര്‍മയിലെ ആ വസന്ത കാലത്തില്‍
ഇന്നും ഒരു കുളിര്‍ തെന്നലായ് നീ വന്നിടുന്നു

പണ്ടത്തെ കാലത്തിന്‍ കേളികൊട്ടില്‍
ഇന്നും ഞാന്‍ ഓര്‍ക്കൂ ആ നഷ്ടകാലം
നിന്‍ കടാക്ഷം കാത്തു നിന്ന നേരം
നിന്നിലാ പുഞ്ചിരി ഞാന്‍ കൊതിച്ച നേരം
ഒരിളം തെന്നലായി നീ എന്നെ കടക്കവേ
നിന്‍ മറുന്നൊട്ടം കാത്തു നിന്നോരുനേരം

എന്നിലേക്ക്‌ നീണ്ട നിന്‍ കണ്‍കളിലന്നു 
ഞാന്‍ കണ്ട പ്രണയത്തിന്‍ കിരണവും
അന്നാ പുഞ്ചിരിയില്‍ നനഞ്ഞോരെന്‍ ഹൃത്തും   
നനവാര്‍ന്നോരോര്‍മയായി  ഇന്നും തങ്ങീടുന്നു

ഈ ഓര്‍മകളില്‍ നിന്നും ഉണര്‍വാര്‍ന്നു ഞാന്‍
നിന്നെ തേടിടുന്നു ഇന്നി ലോകത്തില്‍
മണ്മറഞ്ഞു പോയ നീണ്ട ദശാബ്ദങ്ങള്‍
കാണിച്ചീടുമോ എനിക്കുനിന്‍ മുഖചിത്രം.. ..

The Serenity Prayer

God, give us grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,

Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.

Amen.   By Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)

Prayer song

An old prayer song during our school days

Make me a channel of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me bring your love,
Where there is injury , your pardon Lord,
And where there's doubt true faith in you.

O, master grand that I may never seek,
So much to be consoled as to console,
To be understood, as to understand,
To be loved , as to love with all my soul.

Make me a channel of Your peace,
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope,
Where there is darkness, Lord your shining light,
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

Make me a channel of your peace,
It isn't pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving to all men that we receive,
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Our Seniors

Seniors are the integral part of any professional college. Their part is equally important as the faculties in moulding you to a better professional. We too had seniors who ragged us, tripped us, educated, promoted and helped us in many ways they could for our benefit. It’s the 1999 pass out batch that first left RIT after we joined and the batch we admire the most

Our stint with this batch was only for a few months but they gave us many everlasting memories. The first thing that come to our mind is the fearful thoughts of “Pappan”, “Palakaran Pothu”, Issac, Balasubramiam etc waiting at the bus stop to rag us. There was a beautiful girl in electronics who was the most charming girl of that period. She was the lover of one among this mighty built seniors and we used to look / peep her from our KV rooms, through the recess of the window, while she waits for bus at Nedunkuzhy. There was Saju who was a dancer with long hair and a heartthrob of many Jr girls. The kathaprasangam (Nair pidicha Pulivalu) they presented during the final years day is unforgettable. Seeing these guys in full sleeves, tucked in and wearing a tie during our first mech association / an exhibition day (?) gave us a different insight. Needless to say, all other times, they were seen in some shabby pyjamas or lungis and some grimed T shirts, typical RITians of that time.

There were studious guys like Suresh Nair, who was the topper and one senior whom we called “Annan”. He completed MSc / MPhil (?) in Chemistry before he stepped in to RIT. This batch was the best batch RIT ever had till now and with the changing socio-demographic conditions we don’t think the future RITians can overdo them. One thing to add, most of them in this batch were known by nicknames and not by their original names.

There were many things we tried to copy from them. All of us had popular nicknames and we too presented a kathapransagam during our final year. We tried to be like them but we could never be like them. Hats off to you dear seniors..!!!!