Take a bow


Take a bow

The queen of Arabian Sea, Kochi hosted the first ever International Half Marathon yesterday, Sunday December 29, 2013. Its been a great day, for young and old, for runners and aspiring runners…and even for the spectators who were witnessing Kochi’s first ever International Half Marathon.

I signed up for Kochi fun run, not to race (obviously), but just to be be in the middle of it all. To be part of all the action, to see the joy, the sweat, the energy, tears of happiness if any…. just to see it all. For I thought, it would inspire me to go the distance, to feel it all in me, some day soon.. Soles of Cochin (Cochin Runners) were the players in my playground..

Boy, how little did I know! If I could transfer all the energy and action into movements, I would be flying thru a full marathon with all smiles…

Soles of Cochin, you guys and girls rock!

The vibrant green tee’s that they wore were a perfect match to their personalities. Handshakes, hugs and huddle, it started with it all… I was amazed by their enthusiasm and energy, just as much as their goofiness and friendly ways. Veterans and first timers, all excited to the max, no nervousness, no fear.. only anticipation and excitement…and off they went as the show started. As we started out for the fun run, I was desperately hoping to be back at the stadium before the marathoners came back!

Back at the stadium, it didn’t take long for us to spot the front runners of Soles. Congratulations and sweaty hugs.. It was an amazing feeling to stand along with the Soles family, cheering on every entrant to the stadium. You spot a green tee, the cheers go up.. And as you find the first timers running in, don’t know where the goosebumps came from.. Possibly its for the inner hope of becoming a first time marathon runner sometime in the near future… Well, that’s exactly what I wanted to get out of this visit..

As the results and announcements came in, Soles went wild.. Victory laps, celebrations.. But hey, the real celebration was yet to start. Someone had the nerve to invite all these wild folks into their home for breakfast! 🙂 We tagged along uninvited, but we were made to feel like family by this lovely couple and the rest of the Soles team! Breakfast complete with “Soles of Cochin” cake, a toast and plans for evening family get together.. Conversations led to identification of celebrities from among the group, and a strange way to get your fear out by conquering fear itself!

I may not have run a half marathon at Kochi yesterday, but the feeling was one of achievement. Being part of all this gives me a motivation, gives me hope that it is achievable, if I put my mind and body to it.

Does it really matter that much? To be a marathon runner?

I guess it is more about achieving something that you think is beyond you. And of course, it comes with a benefit of being healthy. So why not?

The experience of being at Kochi, and more importantly coming in as Tracs Trivandrum team, and yet being part of Soles of Cochin team, made it worth every second.

The goal of a run is now changed into a dream, and more importantly to an achievable dream. The discipline in the practice, the camaraderie, team work, motivation, support and most importantly pushing fellow team members to achieve a goal, while having a whole lot of fun, is what makes Soles so special.

As a virtual member of the group I have been witnessing it all, but being there physically with them changes everything for the better. I hope Trivandrum Runners Club (Tracs) turn into a such a group that act in as support system for one and all..

Thanks to everyone at the Soles of Cochin team! You all are an inspiration.. Take a bow, folks!

I heard multiple times someone or other say, “Its not hard, its all in your mind”. As I returned back to my real life at Trivandrum and as I glanced thru my email, I couldn’t help notice the email from TED, announcing the latest TED Talk by Diana Nyad, aptly titled “Never ever give up”.

Hmm… Mind games? Just what I wanted to hear? You decide. Spend 15 minutes to see what Diana has to say. Its worth it.

This experience with Soles and Kochi Marathon, keeps the thought of running and the possibilities of running a marathon alive. And as Diana Nyad sings “Imagine” and counts her strokes, I am gonna sing to myself Jason Mraz’s “Living in the moment”. For every time I sing along the song with Jason, target to run 0.5km or more…

As for the brothers and sisters of Soles & Tracs, counting on you to make the dream come true… Borrowing Jason Mraz’s lyrics…

“And if I fall asleep
I know you’ll be the one who’ll always remind me
To live in the moment
To live my life
Easy and breezy
With peace in my mind
With peace in my heart
Got peace in my soul
Wherever I’m going, I’m already home……”
– Living in the moment, Jason Mraz

Someday soon, we will celebrate..

Cake is on me, I promise!

Until then…. Living in the moment and attempting to run…..

Thanks everyone and here’s wishing you all a happy healthy New Year!

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Bon Voyage…


Baby bird is flying away. Flying away to a far away land, the land that holds a lot of promises for the baby bird. Leaving Chrysalis, and flying far far away…

Time just passes by. Looking back, the transformation as years go by, is just fascinating.

It feels strange thinking yesterday, he was just a small kid. The one who reminded mama, “I am a big kid now”…

Singing along Barney songs, Lion King’s “Hakkuna Matata, It means don’t worry”.. And graduating then to Greenday, Eminem, Pink Floyd and many more…

A “Top Dog” at school, reading all the books he could get hold off, from fiction to fantasies and science fictions.. Books and then to movies, TV Shows and to podcasts…

But of all the things that he picked up along the years, one thing remains constant. The ability to laugh at the simple things …
And for me he still remains, my pride.. my little boy…

On this Independence day, my boy is starting out on a journey, far away from the family. He is starting out for school, with a plan to learn something that he wants to learn. Along the way, I am sure he get to learn a lot of life lessons too…

I am happy for my little boy. Yet, the mother in me, is a tiny bit worried. The thought of not being able to see him for a long long time, breaks my heart. The tears just doesn’t stop. “Don’t cry, Mommy”, he says. I wish it would stop…

Wish you all the very best, my dear!

Almost about two decades ago, I was preparing for a travel like this. Travel to the land of free. I remember my excitement at the time. My mom and dad, were happy yet sad. At the time, I don’t think I ever knew what they felt. But now, I know it very well.

A feeling of happiness, accompanied by a sadness… I know it now. Remembering the teary eyes of my parents and feeling those emotions…

Wishing my little boy all the very best, and knowing in my mind that he will be just fine…

I remain… a parent, just like mine were….

What goes around comes around…

Nostalgia


മുറ്റതു കൊഴിഞ്ഞു വീണു കിടക്കുന്ന കണ്ണിമാങ്ങകൾ ….

എല്ലാം പറുക്കി കൂട്ടുമ്പോൾ മനസ്സിൽ രുചിയുള്ള ഒരു ഓർമ ..

അമ്മ പെറുക്കിയെടുത്തു ചതച്ചു തരുന്ന കണ്ണിമാങ്ങാ ചമ്മന്തി .. എന്ത് നല്ല രുചി… അതിലേറെ മനോഹരമായ, പകർന്നു തരുന്ന സ്നേഹതിൻ രുചി… അതിന്നെ വെല്ലാൻ മറ്റു എന്തുണ്ട്?

സ്വാദ് ഓർത്താൽ വായിൽ വെള്ളം വരും, സ്നേഹത്തോടെ അത് ഉണ്ടാക്കി തരുന്ന അമ്മയെ ഓർത്താൽ കണ്ണ് നിറയുന്നു ….

നഷ്ടപെട്ട നല്ല കാലത്തിനെ, നല്ല സ്നേഹത്തിനെ ഓർമിപ്പിക്കാൻ എന്ടെ മുറ്റത്തും ഉണ്ട് ഒരു മാവ്..

കൊഴിഞ്ഞു വീണ കണ്ണിമാങ്ങകൾ പറുക്കി കൂടുമ്പോഴും മനസ്സിൽ തങ്ങുന്നതു നഷ്ടപെട്ട വാത്സല്യത്തിൻ നൊമ്പരം …

ഇനിയേതോ കാലങ്ങളളിൽ ഇതു പോലെ ഒരു ഓർമ നൽകാൻ എന്റെ മക്കൾക്ക് കൊടുത്തില്ലല്ലോ ഞാൻ ആ കണ്ണിമാങ്ങ ചമ്മന്തി !!!

നഷ്ട ബോധത്തിൻ നിസ്വനം ……..

Tender mangoes …

A premature death for the growth of the mango, resulted in finding them on my front yard.

As I collect and keep them aside, the feeling that comes to mind is one of taste and love!

Mother’s love….. and the taste of her Tender Mango Chutney..

Remembering the good old times….
Remembering the taste, oooh.. watery mouth!
Remembering my mother’s love, … teary eyes!

I too have a mango tree in my front yard. I too could have created memories like this for my children to cherish…

Yet I remain … not being able to… forgotten…

Treasure your memories, and create memories for others to treasure…..

Afraid?


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A small boat, away from the waters and resting aside the road. Why? Shouldn’t it be riding high on these waves?

The waves are not ebbing away. The beach front is being swallowed by the waters and it is inviting the reluctant boat to jump in. Yet, the boat remains, hesitant, away from the water, in a safe place.

This is no different from how we are, at times. We choose the safe path, and not the one that is yet to be taken. Are we afraid of failure?

People often run away from opportunities. At times, do not even explore things that could possibly bring the best in them. Either because of fear of failure or being just plain lazy!

I wish the boat would just move. Try out the waters, and then just float.

Take that first step, you may fall. So what? Get up and take another step.

Move on. Move on and conquer the fear.

Imagine the possibilities on what you could achieve – if you weren’t afraid or not lazy.

You need challenges in your life. They make you smarter, and stronger. So what are you waiting for?

Are you ready? Take it on and Move!

Picture of Sanghumukham Beach, Trivandrum, taken recently while driving along the road on my way to the airport.

Long Live The Telegram… STOP


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Five years ago, I moved to Trivandrum. Of all historical buildings/monuments/grounds that Trivandrum had to offer, one particular building in the city caught my attention, just bcoz of its name.

“Telegraph Office”, it read. “Kambi Aafeese” in Malayalam.

It was near to the traffic light by Statue, so I could never miss it. For almost a year, every time I passed along that road, I tried to take pictures of it or talked about it.

Historical…for telegram or “kambi” as it is called in Malayalam, was probably something that was not much in use, or so I thought.

Growing up, death announcements, delays, births and occasional congratulatory messages… all were with a telegram.

This week, its time to write the obituary. Indian Government announced that it is bringing telegraph services to a full stop. There will be no more telegrams after July 15, 2013..

LONG LIVE THE TELEGRAM … STOP…. LONG LIVE THIS TELEGRAPH OFFICE… STOP….

(Forgive the quality of the picture… taken from a moving car.. this one was by my daughter as I was driving…)

What lies beneath…


A field full of flowers..

Among the green, these light violet colored flowers present an awesome view..

These are not the blue bonnets from Texas, but are swamp flowers… Blue pickerel weed, perhaps.

When you see a beautiful view like this, we don’t try to see what lies beneath..

Like in life, the one who smiles the most is probably the one who is hiding the pain inside.

Or it could be that these flowers have beaten all the odds.

Do you need to be limited by the boundaries?

Does your growth be hindered by the environment where you grow?

No, and possibly a maybe..

Let the environment and the boundaries not limit you. Find a way to break the boundaries that limit.

Forget the pain, blow away the fear.

It is okay to fail, if you just don’t stop with that failure.

Turn it around, let yourselves shine….

This picture was taken from a moving car, while driving along the Kuttanad area.

Tears on my pillow


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A beauty on its own, yet why so much tears?

She seems so perfect
Yes, she is.

No flaws to be seen
On the bright red skin.

But, what do ya know,
Of what’s inside?

The blood on her veins
Keep it all together

Yet a scratch on the skin
Hurts it so bad.

Try hard not to let it
But the tears will still come.

Cry it out baby
Let the tears just flow.

The skin will turn smoother
But stay stronger, stronger indeed.

Let the tears just flow
Let it wash away the dirt

Let the tears just flow……

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” – Mark Twain.