This top birth in train has always made me lazy. I wanted to takeout my book from bag and read it; but I am too lazy to open my eyes. I was thinking of yesterday night how we got the train and all those fun moments.
Felt like smiling. I could hear the trains sound it sunny outside I guess we have reached some where near to Cochin.
I decided to get up.slowly I got up and sat near to the window.
“Gods own country”
I have never given importance to the line. My eyes started wandering outside the window the train is not moving that faster.
so much greenery .coconut trees which stands tall as if they rule the earth, but it had its own beauty, small backwaters. The water looked so clear and it was decorated with the fallen sunlight.
Then came the most beautiful view “Bharatha puzha” we can translate it as bharatha river…I am not exactly sure about the name of the river but this is what we call it in kerala.
This is the river which stood as inspiration for many great movies, novels and poems. This place reminded me of many moments for some great movies. This river has the essence of kerala.now it looks tired and lean but it still had the beauty which is unquestionable.
Next I saw kerala kalamandalam which is actually the hub of cultural art forms like kathakali and many other art forms.this place also holds a great portion in keralas cultural history.
After seeing all these I actually knew how much I missed my land. We youngsters are exposed to western literature, music n all. But I know how deep rooted is our literature and writers here are so amazing.
we had poets, writers and movie directors many great creative persons I have not scene many other states in India which has so rich in literature. But I don’t know when was the last time I touched a Malayalam novel or any writing…I felt bad. This is the culture that each malayalee is missing. Its so rich that we cannot let it go.
Suddenly one feeble voice woke me up from thoughts.
“I cannot stand there its door no I will fall”
That was a voice of an elderly women but it was in that sweet palakkat accent which I always liked. I turned my face looked back.
I saw an old female carrying a lot of books in her hand she was finding difficulty in holding the book. Some how she sat on the seat next to my firend.he was searching for some book in that.
I also went and sat near to them just went through the list of books didn’t find anything interesting. But I was really wondering and kind of angry
If she has any son/daughter or any relative why they are leving her for this work .i could not take the sight of her holding so many books.
She has to hold all these heavy book and walk through the train. I felt so bad she was more than my mothers age I really wanted to take a book from that .it gives her cash also it will reduce the weight that shes is holding on to.i decided to help.
Then I saw this book of MT vasudevan nair hes one of those writers whos writing will amaze you .such a blessed wirter he is ..I took that book saw the cover, a boy standing in a barren land ..but a stream of water is flowing up to the hill. it was good it had that international standard to it. I bought it.
so I am fulfilling my desire to read a Malayalam book after so long it should be good.
She got up again took those heavy books in her hand with so much difficulty and walked slowly to next compartment.
Cursing her relatives and childrens I again sat near to the window. Fresh air hit on my face which had a poetic fragrance to it. I felt like letters are poring in as wind. I felt like literature is strongly integrated to malayales air and water. And I guess I missed it for some time. May be it’s a journey back to the roots.
And my mind got busy in wandering thoughts.
Wind ..slow wind..its like a poem ..sometimes it rhymes .when I sit near to the window and look outside it grows in my mind.
Gently it touches my face..it moves my hair but still I wait for it to come again..
to rhyme
Again I saw those coconut trees which stood proudly as if they were ruling the place.
Felt like smiling. I could hear the trains sound it sunny outside I guess we have reached some where near to Cochin.
I decided to get up.slowly I got up and sat near to the window.
“Gods own country”
I have never given importance to the line. My eyes started wandering outside the window the train is not moving that faster.
so much greenery .coconut trees which stands tall as if they rule the earth, but it had its own beauty, small backwaters. The water looked so clear and it was decorated with the fallen sunlight.
Then came the most beautiful view “Bharatha puzha” we can translate it as bharatha river…I am not exactly sure about the name of the river but this is what we call it in kerala.
This is the river which stood as inspiration for many great movies, novels and poems. This place reminded me of many moments for some great movies. This river has the essence of kerala.now it looks tired and lean but it still had the beauty which is unquestionable.
Next I saw kerala kalamandalam which is actually the hub of cultural art forms like kathakali and many other art forms.this place also holds a great portion in keralas cultural history.
After seeing all these I actually knew how much I missed my land. We youngsters are exposed to western literature, music n all. But I know how deep rooted is our literature and writers here are so amazing.
we had poets, writers and movie directors many great creative persons I have not scene many other states in India which has so rich in literature. But I don’t know when was the last time I touched a Malayalam novel or any writing…I felt bad. This is the culture that each malayalee is missing. Its so rich that we cannot let it go.
Suddenly one feeble voice woke me up from thoughts.
“I cannot stand there its door no I will fall”
That was a voice of an elderly women but it was in that sweet palakkat accent which I always liked. I turned my face looked back.
I saw an old female carrying a lot of books in her hand she was finding difficulty in holding the book. Some how she sat on the seat next to my firend.he was searching for some book in that.
I also went and sat near to them just went through the list of books didn’t find anything interesting. But I was really wondering and kind of angry
If she has any son/daughter or any relative why they are leving her for this work .i could not take the sight of her holding so many books.
She has to hold all these heavy book and walk through the train. I felt so bad she was more than my mothers age I really wanted to take a book from that .it gives her cash also it will reduce the weight that shes is holding on to.i decided to help.
Then I saw this book of MT vasudevan nair hes one of those writers whos writing will amaze you .such a blessed wirter he is ..I took that book saw the cover, a boy standing in a barren land ..but a stream of water is flowing up to the hill. it was good it had that international standard to it. I bought it.
so I am fulfilling my desire to read a Malayalam book after so long it should be good.
She got up again took those heavy books in her hand with so much difficulty and walked slowly to next compartment.
Cursing her relatives and childrens I again sat near to the window. Fresh air hit on my face which had a poetic fragrance to it. I felt like letters are poring in as wind. I felt like literature is strongly integrated to malayales air and water. And I guess I missed it for some time. May be it’s a journey back to the roots.
And my mind got busy in wandering thoughts.
Wind ..slow wind..its like a poem ..sometimes it rhymes .when I sit near to the window and look outside it grows in my mind.
Gently it touches my face..it moves my hair but still I wait for it to come again..
to rhyme
Again I saw those coconut trees which stood proudly as if they were ruling the place.
