Secular vis-a-vis Sacred

What is secular?
What is sacred?
Is there a watertight compartmentalization?

Coconut tree is sacred;
so are sand, boat, sea, waves and sky

You are a spark of divine
The sacred is very much within you
"Do you not know that you are
God's temple and God's Spirit
dwells in you" says St. Paul

"Aham Brahmasmi"
says the Indian Wisdom

Let us live in the present
and experience the divine
every bit.

Let us build up the mansion of our life
on the bedrock of hesed and Shalom
That is steadfast love and
Well being resulting from
harmonious co-existence.

life..!

life is going on.
just like that...
what is the purpose of life?
each one has to find out.

meaning making organism
human beings.

new day

angel, here and now..!

people observed the good friday:

women, men, young couples, children

so on and so forth.

at the end of the event

people lined up to kiss the crucifix:

women, men, young couples, children

so on and so forth.

at last there come a mother and child,

five year old child, but differently talented.

people scared at mother and child:

women, men, young couples, children

so on and so forth.

the child kissed the crucifix

with much difficulty,

mother and child went away

as the people watched:

women, men, young couples, children

so on and so forth.

i am quite sure that

God loves the child

through the mother..!

vanity....!!

it seems to me vanity pervades,

it encroaches the whole,

it is everywhere

it is real.

you and me

after the never ending goals

satisfaction,

then what?

end is the same,

the same destiny

we share,

death.

meaning,

you and i

form we.

meaning evolves,

when you live for the other.

the teacher.....!!

the teacher tries his/her best

to make a concept clear

the child does enquire,

what is it?

how is it?

why is it so?

who told it?

with a smile on the face

with untiring efforts,

with all good intentions

the teacher answers.

just like a ladder,

which helps others to go high

the teacher endures the pain

while the child is transformed.

the ladder is in the same place

the sign board is in the same place

the facilitator is so.

let us bow our heads

in respect to our teachers

who felt with us

who valued us

who motivated us

who inspired us.

freedom and responsibility...!!

indeed the bird is free,

what is freedom...?

'i want to be free'

says everybody.

absolute freedom is a myth.

freedom always presupposes a certain amount of responsibility.

here the bird is free. but it has to go in search of food,

the bird has to find ways and means for security,

the birt goes in search of a friend...

all these we call the responsibility of free bird.

there is no absolute freedom.

i 'm a student and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a teacher and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a doctor and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a housewife and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a person and i want to be free,

ofcourse all of us are free

but it is a qualified freedom

otherwise it won't work

teacher's reward...!!

on a fine morning
there came a lady,
inquired about the principal.
we had a small conversation.

are you the new teacher
who teaches my child?
do you teach disaster management?
with wide opened eyes she asked me.

yes i do. i replied.
oh! my God..!!
my son loves your class,
why don't you teach some other subjects too?
please teach some more subjects.

after a while she went home,
dear lady,
it was you who gave me the best gift
on this teachers' day.
thank you, may God bless you.

salesperson...!

a new transformation,
rather a forced one,
against the will and wish,
from now on you are cursed to be...
what ...?

be always in the market,
speak the language of profit,
make money, gather profit,
then where is life? i asked.
life is like that, replied the sage.

when you say one 'yes'
it presupposes so many other 'no's.
it's the irony of life...
life is like that, replied the sage.

the power to say no,
is always there:
then how about the destiny?
to reach there, do all
even if against your will.

is it so binding that
there should be only one way,
i can move this way or that way,
the onus is completely on me.

guide me you Oh! eternity,
to get through the momentary existence.

land of rasam and kolambu...!!

innocent people live here
they enjoy rasam and kolambu
with the white rice cooked.

my friends brought three lunch boxes
we are but five.
what is the problem? its usual.
we sat in a circle sharing the meal.

chellam open your mouth
have this ball of rise immersed in kolambu.
super its wonderful.
the rasam is superb.
inform your mother that
we enjoyed the food.

its a wonder, my friend
you just open your mouth sitting there
the other gives you rice and kolambu
right in your mouth.

the love expressed
the love experienced
the love shared

thankom eat, eat,
otherwise you will be tired.
the motherly care,
sisterly concern...

security..!!

people call him security,
he stands throughout the day and night
infront of your building, safeguarding you,
but he has no name, but securiy.

hey you security, open the gate,
close the gate...
people made security a mechine.
i.e., human beings into objects,
a horrifying fall...

good friday..!!

it's good friday marked with the way of the cross
the way of the cross started
priest in the front, children, women, men
all fell in two lines, religiously walking.

people avoided the hot sun,
got under the shades of the trees
they carried beautiful polished wooden cross
(ofcourse not the cross of their life)
recited the prayer, sang the song,
and passed the stations one by one.

somebody was the busy with a camera
capturing the way of the cross.
the stupidity is...
it is a show.
photo will be there in tomorrow's new paper
glory to me, glory to me.

love one another as i have loved you
said jesus, our master.
bear with the difficulties of your life
that is the cross for you to carry throughout life
but the people carried polished wooden cross.
some carried sandalwood cross, others rosewood cross.
oh! hail wooden polished shining cross (not of jesus)

as the procession proceeded
there were people working under hot sun.
their skin blackend by the hot sun
yet they are happy, and kept working
they are building a church,
dwelling place of god almighty
but they won't pray there
because they are not christians
but they are children of god, i am sure.
god already blessed them, before he/she bless me.

the way of the cross proceeds...
you and i get under the shade,
but jesus is busy building a church.

death...the inevitable...

somebody dies,
he/she dies, who cares.
when it comes to me, it matters.

dear death the inevitable,
people are afraid of you, at least most of them
yet they think they will never die
and others die, not me,
i die later, you die now; people think.

i ponder over my death at times.
its called meditation.
the momentariness of life
a flash in the pan, that is life.

then why the competition,
why the unending passions,
why the hatred, and violence,
why the borders and narrowmindedness...!
for you and i die, no exeption what so ever.

Jesus was cleaning the plates..!

the great day for many
the kids look like angels..!(somebody has see an angel!)
the solemnity of the functions
the ear-breaking shoutings(somebody calls it music)

undefatible decorations
innumerable thermocol figures (lifeless though perfect)
overcrowded hall, lack of food,
the celebration was on high

the cultured people with all kinds of dress code
thy spoke all kinds of languages
they criticised the planning
the insufficiency of food.

there were some women worked unnoticed
yet by the side of the courtyard
cleaning the plate, squating in the mud
you and i rejoiced because of them
indeed you paid, the inhuman existence,
to earn a squre meal per day

i saw Jesus waw with them
cleaning the plates, removing the echil
squating on the mud
he also remained unnoticed

my friend...!

today somebody read my scriblings
and tried to commend
it was a futile effort.
i appreciate the effort.

end of the day..!!

its end of the day,
i am tired, still i keep on writing!
because the burnig thoughts
burn my whole being
and i am tired.

i am bored to death,
i ponder over the reasons,
there are many, and i am the source
let me journey into myself
to see who am i.

this fragile human being,
the strength of a single breath
where am i heading towards
the aimless conspiracy
the endless road
O! guide me you the Ultimate.

i am perplexed,
everybody mock at me,
and i am the reason to laugh
and i am the bafoon
in this passing world.

i m striving for
that eternity, my destiny.
will i be happy there?
what is happiness?
lead me O! the Ultimate
from this changing world
from this fleeting realities
till i reach my destiny
i shouldn't be tired
with all my energy and enthusiam
i strive for eternity.

its christmas...!!

its christmas for you and for me
but how about those people who do not have anything?
neither food nor shelter, yet they smile and
bow their head infront of the Other.

o! rational being, you analyse the faith,
do all kind of mental surgeries to see what faith is.
atlast you killed the bird insearch of the golden egg.
see my friend, she simply believe and it happens,
this indeed is faith.

writing all these stuff, as the poet says
'i pronounce a statement upon myself'
i cannot but write,
my heart overflows for them.

meaning of life...

"heart decides and what it decides is all that really matters" says novelist paulo coelho.
each person is a meaning making being.
everyday you and i are called to enter into this process,
the process by which we find meaning in our life.
remember the moments of happiness
cherish enriching memories
let us live the life in fulness.

son of a farmer...!!

what you do?
i am a software engineer.
so what, don't you breathe
don't you laugh, don't you cry

i am
son of the parents
who is doing agriculture
so what?
aren't they human persons.
where is the value you received
as a sofisticated officer

you, you people
live for money and pleasure

the poor farmers
live for the life after
eduring the pains
and that is the difference
you should keep in mind..

nobody is targeted
neither you nor i
but we should realize
there is something beyond
this fleeting world

as the poet rightly puts it
"the flower that smiles today tomorrow falls,
everything we wish to stay temps and then flies away...

let us strive for a glimps of eternity
and that will do...

your prayer and my prayer...!

you get up in early mornig
enjoy the chill of a refreshing shower
i get up in the early morning
enjoy the coolness of pipe- water

you go to the work site
you strugle hard to carry the bricks
not one but sixteen on your head
and you work till the sun fades
while you work in the hot sun
you remain with the one some time
that is enough for the whoe day
and you are happy it seems.

i the chosen one from tens of thousands
i sit infront of the One looking into myself
sometimes i go all the world over
remaining infront of the One.

Lord, help me
to learn from the workers
who are happy
throughout the day...!!