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Between the Most Memorable Events and the Unforgettable Moments, which needs an assistance to survive the flow of time? I think Both. The Unforgettable Moments do not require any conscious effort to be remembered, and can survive in one of the most complicated lobs inside the brain. In fact, the way they hide themselves from the wear and tear of the earth-life, and their sudden leap into our complacent moments when we expect them the least, is what makes them special. 
The Most Memorable Events, although carry the superlative adjective with them, are obliged to some conscious efforts for their existence in the epic space of the past. We need to copy them—capturing them in motion pictures, as if putting a wild tiger in a cage. The motion pictures or videos are effective in capturing the special moments. But what about those faces intruding eternally into our Most Memorable Events; those people especially in a college video or in a video taken in some public gathering, who we least want…

Four Days

I am going to tell you a story, a story about four cherubs. They were not descended from heaven as in the case of fairy tales. They came from northern India with their father. They reached Malabar in a very early age. Now they can speak Malayalam, the language spoken in Malabar, fluently. They were poor and have difficulty in affording their schooling expenses. So they go to the Government School where they got free tuition.

The first day when I met them I smiled. The second day, I asked their names. Arjun was the youngest, Lakshmi was the second, Sasi the third and Ravi was the eldest of the four.

The third day I became their friend, and we played 'the smiling game', which I usually play with them now. We might be the only ones who play this game in the world. It is nothing but smiling at each other, without a break. The one who stopped first will be the loser. It was Arjun who wins every time. I wondered how he could do that! It usually takes hours to end the c…

The Fear of Will-O'-the-Wisp.

I was not blank. But I couldn't write. For writing needs a lot of courage. I lacked it now. In Freud, I read that the lack of some things makes us go for some  other feats in life. Freud was the opener of the secret doors of the human unconscious and his comment has a direct implication on the knowledge concerning the human unconscious. My need was not to enter into the trance of unconscious creative activity, but to maintain a conscious stream of thought to support my creativity: in other words, to start writing from a conscious starting spark rather than from an "inspiration", which occurs in most of the cases as an unconscious swerve of the mind into different tracks of thinking. 
In this conscious effort my mind became actively involved in some other processes, generating a sort of fear: a fear of ending up in following a will-o'-the-wisp. Will-o'-the-wisp can be comprehended as a misleading or elusive goal or hope.
Undoubtedly, it can be generalized. Every wri…


“To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.”-Jorge Luis Borges

"I can no more wait. I am spent.
Though it is night and the morning is still away, I need you to open your eyes and light my way."

[This never ends.] 

"Eyes," the series of i-poems, has reached its conclusion with these final lines though the journey whose name is love is never ending. Some feel it as pain and some others experience it as the most unearthly of experiences, happiness, joy, and much more. But some feel it the same way as they feel the smell of the dirt in the first rain of June. It reminds them of something, which is neither sad nor pleasing: Inexplicable; just what many others would say about true love. 


"Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory." --
Milan Kundera

"Day or night, the moon, Never complains of its plight. For its palace is built deep inside the sky, Just like I live, deep in your soul. Open your eyes or close them, I will remain there at least as a dream." 

[To be continued...]

Contest for Paulo Coelho's iPhone application

Dear readers,  I won the first prize for the Contest for Paulo Coelho's iPhone application 
The Contest:
Write a short one or two paragraph love letter, from Santiago to Fatima.
The letter from Santiago to Fatima can take place anytime within the story of 'The Alchemist' or even after The End of the story. It's up to you.
The letter which touches my heart deepest will win the code to download Paulo Coelho's iPhone app.

The letter I wrote is given below:

I know you are nowhere here, but my eyes still search for the unseen traces you left in the air, knowing the failure in the next blink. This well gives water to everyone, but for me, it gives moments of fulfillment and agony, at a time. Everything here is for me and I transform into everything when you are here. The moment you leave, my fulfillment gets transformed into agony and my possessions into rubbles. I am Santiago, a shepherd from Andalusia, in the search of a treasure, which possessed my dreams the same…


“If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.”--
Maya Angelou

"Never close your eyes, For this moment may lose its charm. Your dreams may supersede the world. And the world may lose its charm."

[To be continued...]