About

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

I am not a writer. Having no other work to do at my son’s house in Baltimore, I tried to give shape to my stray thoughts,which started as a ripple, but,thanks to the encouragement from the  co-members  of pattars group,became a wave and started flowing out, as a streamlet.

Many friends wanted to know whether the characters and incidents of my stories are  real or fictitious. Is it really important ? Have you not met at least some of them, at some place or other? May be in your village, at some functions or in your family itself. If not, look for them and if you meet any of them,convey my regards .

I am the biggest gainer now. I have earned a good number of friends, not only in my own country, but outside as well.One day or other I hope, that I will be able to enjoy a cup of coffee with many of them and a sip of wine or margarita with some.

‘Sarve bhavanthu sukhinaa:.
Sarve santhu niramayaaha:,
Sarve badrani pasyanthu,
Na katchith, dukha bagbaved.

See the beauty of the Sanskrit language. Even a person who doesn’t have the basic knowledge in Sanskrit, when hears this sloka, will correctly guess that it is about something magnificent,really big, tall and wide. Imagine the satisfaction, the Rishi would have had, when he recited this sloka in a forest, standing on a hill top, keeping his head high towards the sky and opening his hands wide towards his sides, and surrounded by his ashramites.

I slipped accidentally into the hands of that divine damsel, while studying in Motilal High school,  Palakkad, on receipt of a book, Kumarasambhavam, as the first prize, in the Aksharasloka competition. It was in malayalam, with an excellent translation by Kuttikrishna marar.

The first Sloka:
Asthitharasyam disi devathathma,
Himalayo nama nagathiraja;
Poorvaparou varinidheem vagahya
Sthitha prithivyam, iva manadanda:

By the time I finished reading the first three lines, I knew that the poet was describing about something grand, even though I did not know the meaning of a single word. Later, the influence of kumarasambhavam was so deep in me, that when, after several years, a daughter was born to me, I named her, Aparna.

Don’t you hear the sound of waves and the rhythm of dance of the Ambadi kid over the head of  the multi-hooded, dreadful Kaliya serpent,when Bhattathirippad sings,’

Adha dikshu vidikshupari kshupitha-
Bbrahmidodara varininadaparai:
Udagadudagaduragathipathi-
Stwadupanthamasantharushandhamanaa:

Good bye, till we meet next and all the best.

PERIAS