'Adieu 2014'

                                                                2014 is going to end up in only 2 days. This may be likely the last blog post of the year. Thinking back, i don't comprehend what i earned in not long from now. I've been the same person as in the yesteryear's; with the exception of the way that i turned into an unquenchable binge reader. 

Honestly, Life was tough. Met some exceptionally wonderful individuals on a fundamental level amid the twelve month period. It was during this period, a thought of blog came up. I know well that i'm a toddler in the field of writing, but coming up with the idea of blog and laying a foothold was commendable on my part. 

Blended with a less number of individuals, i don't lament anything. There is a greater sense of feeling in a person who has climbed the hill of loneliness; the Solitude. 

On the work front, i had numerous issues that disturbed me the year long. To find time for reading was a challenge.When i think again at what my life was, i can't follow out any significant changes. 

The book that i read last was 'The Alchemist'. It said individuals have a dream and that they ought to tail it. I haven't sensed my dream yet. Actually, i never got dreams. 

Looking forward what Life is going to offer me in 2015....yet there are no expectations, wishes or commitments. 

Learnt one very important thing on an abstract concept,'Love'

"TRUE LOVE ACTUALLY HURTS TOO MUCH"

But one thing i can assure myself...I have lost my soul and the pith of Life.

"O star of wonder, star of night"

"O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
Guide us to thy perfect light"

No big surprise, this is my star at home.This month doesn't offer intimation to be the Christmas breezy month rather a rainy and cloudy one. Most of the places in Kerala receive a considerable amount of rainfall now. Rain is just like that. When you yearn for it, it won't turn up, yet it takes a swing at sudden times.

Gracious i'm simply straying from the point.Right from my adolescence, Christmas was dependably an interest for me. That special season and climate, the adorned Christmas trees, the well set Christmas crib, the paper star hanging and swaying along with the breeze. That was a time. Really.

Things changed so fast. Stars made from bamboo are not to be seen. The casuarina trees which we used as Christmas trees in my childhood have been replaced with artificial Christmas trees, which are very easily available in the market.

Thank God, that Christmas carols have not been wiped off as such. At least by hearing Silent Night, Joy to the World or Jingle Bells playing in the background, one can feel that it is the season of 'X' Mas.

It's December

                                              It is after quite a while that i am once again to my blogging page. October twentieth was my last blog. In the middle of an excess of things happened.The sad demise of my boss, a somewhat long leave, mental and physical agony...the list goes on. Today is December 3rd leaving 21 days for Christmas and 28 days for the next Grand year 2015 ( it is an even number when added; for superstitious people). 

Missed my blogging page for about two months. I had no methods recuperating or turning up to give space. I missed my Indi-blogging community as well (pondering what my rank would have been there when i was off). Anyway i am back in this Christmas season with reminiscence of the time. 

"My three recent status updates in facebook"

1. Kollam is experiencing a downpour. I didn't wait for the rain to slow down to be back home after my office hours. I wanted to feel the rain....to get washed of many worries and the melancholic state I was tagged in, since days. Walking to my two- wheeler I let myself to be poked by the sharp needles of water that made its way down from the sky. In the blip of a minute, I was wet completely; not leaving any part of my body. I assumed myself to have forgotten that people were gazing at me from the commercial complex in which my office found place. It was good to have a ten minute ride dipped in rain to my home. Now that instead of envying people sitting comfortably in cars, giving a glance through the glass windows, I pitied them for not feeling the rain. I could only assume that they were less burdened that me. My students awaited me at home for their "twice in a week" tuition. Seeing me wet as a cat gets wet when fallen in a bucketful of water, one of girl asked me so softly,

"Is this what you say at times, 'EXTREME DELIGHT IN FEELING RAIN?".

"Yeah, it's also a sort", I replied and walked to my room leaving trails of water on the floor.

2. Recently, I read an article by chance: "Things Highly Creative People Do Differently".

By the article, it says that exceptionally inventive individuals are daydreamers, who watch everything, who work the hours that work for them, who truly require some investment for isolation, they "fail up", they ask the big questions, they watch people, take risks, they escape from their own particular heads, they encompass themselves with beauty, they shake up things, they take time for mindfulness and they view life as a means of self-expression.

Bingo! I'm a highly creative person going by these statements. A mix up of merits & demerits.

3. Right when Pope Francis welcomed the homosexuals and the divorced catholic to be made accessible to all the sacraments available; he has been rebuffed by the Synod which discussed matters secretly since two weeks. The Pope being the ultimate leader of the Catholic Church, got his views rejected as it is.

Why don't the Church allow the gay & the lesbians to participate in the union of Church?

Ridiculous are the laws of the Church. Let the church take a stand on the pedophiles in the religious community first rather than pushing aside the homosexual race who really has gifts and benefits to offer the Catholic Church.

Top of Form

"An Act of Thanksgiving" to all my Blog Readers

                                                Today is the twentieth day of my Blog Marathon. Disregarding my nonstop and stacked work weight, i took to compose one blog post for every day. Feeling great and pleased to have finished the marathon as settled. It was simple for me to have taken a challenge like this one, yet i had truly conveyed it just with excess of weight. I have blogged all through on all weekdays , keeping my official work in pace.

Extending my gratitude to all the readers , who at least took a glance at my Blog, even during your occupied timetables.

Thanks to my regular readers:

Dalreen Sebastian( who never misses any of my blogposts and reminds me everyday if any post doesn't reach on time), Gouri Prasannan (busy editor at a leading newspaper), Diresh Sebastian, Ashwathy Nair, Neethu Jacob Thuruthiyil, Stervin Stallone &  Anton Ronald Sebastian.

Delivering a note of appreciation to people in Facebook community :

Pooja Nair( Yet another busy one in the editorial of another leading newspaper), Rosefilda Roby, Sarath S Pillai, Sarif Nazar, Sreela Indira ( who gave me tips to improve my blog), Assem Khalled , Ganesh Narayan, Reshma V Ajikumar & Hebbie Rozario.

Heartfelt thanks to all the Indibloggers in IndiVine Community:

Anunoy Samanta, Joshi Daniel,Manini Thakur, Nisha, Ravish Mani, Remya Sean, Vinay Nagaraja, Jahid Aktar, Shweta, Bhaswati, Bhavesh Dalal, Skaria Maliyekal, Saru Singhal, Manu Prakash Tyagi, Sujata Tawde, Rosh S & Murtaza Ali.

Despite the fact that i don't know personally many of the people recorded above, i earnestly thank all, for your consistent support and keeping my site alive. Sincere apology if i have missed out to name anyone.

Wishing to concoct an another Blog Marathon one year from now. 

I will continue blogging at clear interim. 

Much obliged to every one of you.

"Lost & Gained": Virtues

                                         Throughout the years, I have lost the accompanying excellencies: 

Affection, Concern, Trust, Faith in others, Rational soundness, Benevolence, Relations, Helping mindset, Euphoria, and so forth 

Anyway and still, at the end of the day I took hold of the beneath: 

Discipline, A pure heart, Loneliness(positive viewpoint), a brilliant charge over my language (English), Confidence, Attitude, Outspokenness, unselfish conduct with proper measure of Arrogance to live in the society. 

While i claim all these, i unabashedly comprehend and concede that the lost variables are a greater amount of something significant than the underneath specified ones. Once in a while they negate  or contradict between one another. This is one of the reason, why i get myself 'an out of the box' person; who limits himself to tight connection with nature, books and himself.

Culture of Misogyny

                                               

                                           

"77% of girls in India face sexual violence by partner"

                                                   Treating women so awful has been the unfeeling disposition of men since time immemorial. So it doesn't seem to India as another idea. Aggressive behavior at home was regular and a genuine issue and obviously, there has been no pulling out still. Just advancement demonstrates its reasonable side. India as a nation dependably tries to upgrade and create its Foundation, National Income, sign treaties with outside countries and so forth. Anyway it falls flat when considering authorizing corrective activities for the blamed. We can never think this nation as an assault free one.

  The force of challenges doesn't get the eyes of the Legislature, to execute compelling and enforceable laws to help circumstances like this. Furthermore now in the wake of measuring the rage of people in general from their activities, the Legislature can pass or authorize another law, however that too under uncertainty and further elucidations and suspicions. No prompt firm controls come up. What they can guarantee all the time is "We will see to it, that Fitting Equity has been favored upon the victimized person and see that no further condition strikes any kid or lady", which are absolutely useless. Really, just around 10 percent of assault cases have been settled by the courts, and the police ordinarily neglect to capture attackers, along these lines encouraging an atmosphere of exemption. Most among men are continually requesting thus they generally look upon women as a sex symbol. The virginity of ladies is constantly broken by men coercively to addition bodily pleasure. Furthermore pleasure is the main impetus behind all these. 

A lady doesn't assault a man, yet the converse dependably happens. These days, even little kids are not taken off alone. Every day, assault cases manifest with five year old young child, eight year old and so forth. Sexual craving and urge doesn't permit a man to separate his little girl from his wife. He just sees the womanly nature there when he is smoldering in requirement for delight. Women are constantly defenseless. What's more now, its high time from Government to stir themselves from sleep to protect the general population. Furthermore what is, no doubt implied by the general population are only Women.

India beat the rundown of nations where immature young ladies are subjected to sexual viciousness by cozy accomplices.In India, around 41 for every penny reported physical viciousness by their moms/stepmothers while 18 for every penny were ill-used by fathers or stepfathers. Sibling and sisters were the culprits in 25 for every penny cases. Most juvenile young ladies who are casualties of sexual savagery likewise report physical misuse and, in India, that number remains between 10 to 20 for every penny.

"Pedophilia in the Vatican: A grave concern of Catholic Church"

                                                             

One of the photo
 from the series

 produced by Cuban artist 
Erik Ravelo; titled as 

"The untouchables"

                                

                        The Catholic sex misuse cases are an arrangement of claims, examinations, trials and feelings of kid sexual ill-use wrongdoings conferred by Catholic clerics, nuns and parts of Roman Catholic requests against young men and young ladies as youthful as three years of age, with the greater part between the ages of 11 and 14.

The theme of child sexual misuse by Catholic ministers went to the bleeding edge in 2002 to a great extent as a consequence of the instance of John Geoghan, a cleric in the Boston Archdiocese who was blamed for abusing more than 130 kids amid three decades.He was defrocked, indicted one check of revolting tyke strike, sentenced to jail, and killed by an inmate while imprisoned.

Addresses about the ill-use emergency revolved around two key issues: 

How could clerics confer such acts, and how could an association purposely permit the misuse to happen? As Catholic groups, survivors' gatherings, and the overall population were looking for answers to these inquiries, so was the Catholic Church. They didn't know the degree of the emergency or its causes, so the Congregation appointed two studies to address these issues. The first and foremost, the study on the nature and extent of youngster sexual misuse by the clergy (John Jay College, 2004), is the premise of this unique issue.

The present leader of the Catholic Church, Pope Francis has said that two per cent of the Roman Catholic clergy worldwide, the equivalent of 8,000 members, are pedophiles.

Two sorts of paraphilias are pedophilia and ephebophilia. Pedophiles are people who experience repetitive, serious, sexually stimulating dreams about prepubescent youngsters. Ephebophiles create repetitive, exceptional, sexually moving dreams about young people.

A statement made by a victim, Mary Dispenza on Pedophiles in Priesthood.

"It is easy to think that when we talk about the crisis of child rape and abuse that we are talking about the past - and the Catholic Church would have us believe that this most tragic era in church history is over. It is not. It lives on today. Pedophiles are still in the priesthood. Coverups of their crimes are happening now, and bishops in many cases are continuing to refuse to turn information over to the criminal justice system. Cases are stalled and cannot go forward because the church has such power to stop them. Children are still being harmed and victims cannot heal."

—Abuse victim, Mary Dispenza There has been a growing number of secret settlement among the bishops in concealing the facts and facilitating compensation payments on a term that the allegations remains tight lipped. The prime cause is always because of the celibate state of priests which leads to pedophilia and married clergy would make pedophilia and other forms of sexual misconduct go away.  While we can all concur that the pecking order hasn't done what's necessary, this case is all things considered false. At the point when the Congregation's Code of Canon Law was amended in 1983, a paramount section was included: "The cleric who commits any other offense against the sixth precept of the Decalogue, if the offense was committed with violence or threats, or publicly or with a minor who is under 16 years [now extended to 18 years], must be punished with just punishments, not excluding expulsion from the clerical state" Whatever the matter is, children are constantly crucified and have ended up prey for the desire of unworthy religious individuals in the Catholic Church.I'm not afraid as a catholic to speak it out because this is the truth that the Church and Media have debated over since years.

"That 1 hour was fresh and positive"

"Fresh Greenery"

"Potted Plants"

As of late, i went by a fantastic Indoor plant Boutique. Adhered in amazement to take a gander at which one to begin with, it was simply wonderful. Right from Golden Pothos, Draceana, Peace lily, Pepperomia, ZZ plant it went on to paintings, small artefacts, showpieces etc. Glass wares, pictures made from clay, feeds for plants, Organic as well as Chemical, pot mixings,  Candle globes, the list went on unending. Miniature boats inside small glass bottles were an added attraction and they were reasonably priced too. 

"Glasswares"

I bought some indoor plants for my bookshelf. Furthermore now my bookshelf looks amazingly excellent and brimming with life. I truly didn't realize that time was flying when i ventured on to that shop. It truly gave positive vitality for my psyche as it really craved for. 

"Clay Plant Potters"

'Home made semolina pasta with scrambled eggs'

'Home made semolina pasta with scrambled eggs'

                            Cooking has always been a very interesting thing for me.The flavors, seasoning, the taste and aroma certainly catches my entire self more than anything. Despite the fact that i am not a foodie, i like to eat whenever i cook. My mother is the best cook that i have ever seen in my lifetime. It's not in the view of a mother child connection, however it is a certainty.

This time when i cooked, it was the turn of pasta. I have never cooked pasta before. And so keeping my fingers crossed and after praying to all saints that i remembered then, i started to prepare a savoury semolina pasta. They say it takes only 10 minutes to prepare the dish; but it took more than 15 minutes to finish the process as i had to boil the pasta for a little long to get the right consistency.

I made scrambled eggs with thyme and seasoned the pasta with Schezwan sauce and rose mary leaves. Savoury sweet and spicy pasta is ready to eat.

And that was a healthy one.

"A herculean task"

                                                 

                     It's about 45 days now that i have been planted in an outside association for an audit. Not a basic one, a genuine complex one. Making separate individual accounts and schedules for the nearly 10-12 cash books as well as consolidating them under one roof is somewhat a herculean task.

At the point when contrasting this assignment with the past two years, i think i have finished the work far sooner than the due date. The truth of the matter is that the audit began late this time and the due date for the Representing Body was given prior. What's more is; it falls due tomorrow. 

With my physical illness, i am attempting to draw this off at the earliest opportunity. With a difference measure of approximately Rs.1,25,000 and Rs.2,14,000; in Receipts and Payment account & Balance Sheet, i really feel screwed to find it unreconciling after considerable effort.

Thank God that significant lakhs didn't show up as the distinction in this crores play. Hoping to fill up the gap within hours.

"An Exhibition"

                   Last day after work and evening mass, i planned to go out with my mom to see a Gujarati emporium which they had arranged in Jawahar Balabhavan nearby my place, just 4/5 Kms away. It had been too long since i last witnessed an exhibition conducted by the North Indian people. I needed to go somewhere as i was longing for it very badly because i have been working at a stretch and my psyche needed a refreshment.

"Shining beads displayed for sale"

Hectic days at work has rendered me emotionless and tiring these days. There is no option available, but to pull through. 

Common to all exhibitions conducted by them, i saw this multicolored and shining beads used for making chains for women in sizes small to big. By showing these sparkling gems and stones, they are intent on pulling in ladies.

"Tribal Jewelry in varied shapes & colours""

The exhibition ranged from clothing to wooden articles , unreasonably priced which we get in the markets here at prices much lower than considered. I met a woman from Ernakulam, named Sony who was so dynamic in her 60's, to offer the products and garments she displayed for sale. She dealt in cloth materials for home.After buying from her some cushion covers, dining table mats and table runners for home, we moved on to the next section. And she was the only South Indian woman among that group of North Indian men. I wondered how she managed to be among them alone. 

Braveheart indeed.

"Adamant People"

                               Some individuals are truly & exceptionally adamant on specific things. Perhaps more regrettable than youngsters. Anyway the unpalatable part is when religious people(Catholic) get to be inflexible. The pledges of their arrangement : Compliance and profound quality is lost when they act like that. I have run over one, despite the fact that i have discovered 98% of them were along these lines, however this lady is greatly something. 

If given power and position, they are easily swayed away with their disposition. Arrogant talks, tattling and sorts. Another very busy day for me.Witnessed one such today.

People are very difficult to handle most of the time.

Have been working at a stretch since two weeks without a break. Feeling exhausted to some level. 

Anger and sadness both visits me at times, when i think of the fact that i can't avail the Pooja holidays. I'm becoming a workaholic without any rest nowadays. Don't know when i will break down. 

"Blessed virtues''

                                                             

                                                Responsibility and efficient method of doing work are blessed methodicalness which earnest and genuine individuals will just have.If you add it with punctuality, then there is nothing more noteworthy quality than that. Something which the vast majority of the people doesn't have.

Having an exceptionally occupied and terrible day at work, i crave reviling my boss for his silly deeds and words. I know beyond any doubt that he is frantic. Out of my hands.

Nothing intriguing got me today by hand as i am stuck up in office with the normal last time rush, which my employer dependably loves.

" A fancy fig tree"

"Fancy fig tree with its fruits"

                  It's three years i have been seeing this fig tree, whenever i went for audit in one of my client Organisation named Q.S.S.S. It still stands the same, without much change. Once i cross-examined the people there as to which species that fig tree fell in. It went waste. For everyone there, it was just a tree which bore something in the shape of Garlic,which never ripened.

"Fruits huddled from top to bottom"

I knew that it was a fig tree in the first place itself. But it was grown as a fancy one. So i named it 'a fancy fig tree'. Till now it ever ripened. The fruits on that tree can be seen 365 days. Amid my tight work plan today, i simply saw this tree as i was sitting close to the window doing my work.

Didn't hold up any more. Took my mobile and hurried close it. I gave a clean and clear look. Clicked a few photographs as well. Furthermore its such a fascinating thing to find that the tree bears its fruits from the top to its base.

This tree provided for me some positive vitality today while i was working with some extreme and head blasting accounts. Couldn't stand there any longer on the grounds that my work was doled out a due date. In addition the periodic furious face of my boss welcomed me back to my position. Felt revived only because of the extravagant fig tree.

'A beautiful person at heart -"So far known" - Watch out, in inverted commas :) '

                                                Of the he's and she's i know in this way, it was distinctive - truly different to meet a person like Ms.X (Ms.X is elder to me. Please NB :) .She let me know that i shouldn't notice her name in the event that I was going to post her as the best thing that came across today; really when i raised a question to her as - Would I be able to post about you in my blog entry today ) It was funny to see those smiley faces that she did confront me, when i asked so. Truly dumb stuck on the other end.

Working in a heading Daily paper (Newspaper - for those who doesn't understand and keeps on asking me what i meant here and there. Please catch it now. I'm using brackets as a safeguard to minimize questions) as the sub-editor in Trivandrum, she doesn't have the smallest head weight of being in such a position. Anyway i have appended a quality for her.

I opted her for my today's blog post because the most interesting stuff that i came across today( as a refreshment to my monotonous work in office) was a half an hour talk with her over phone . In fact, i have felt many a times that she can be best suited for a value based conversation (priority given because she is a very good listener) 

It is just a month that we have met (over phone call) for newspaper related stuff. And so, i have sensed only the good qualities in her. Without a doubt, it will require some investment (to know the other side- over the passage of time). Whatever be the situation - she is not harsh and pitiless. 100% certification.

Individual characteristics to stamp her : Kind, calm and extremely modest  (It's rare to see women who are humble. Opinion raised from real life experience) :)

But in places i have thought that she needs to be courageous enough to stand up and hit a person, when situations demand. That's the only drawback i noted so far Ms.X (Assumption only- can be unrealistic @ sorry for that)

Thank you for bearing with me and sparing your valuable time.(Thanks to my client who took quite a while to provide me the subtle elements that i requested : Simply because of that i could have a chat with her- 50% value based)

All in all, you are one of the four beautiful women ( at heart) - 'yet to be named' that i have crossed so far in my life. Hoping to meet you soon in life & blood. 

"Postbox : Forgotten"

                       With the approach of email and other envoy benefits, the movement and fame of letters through post declined at a rapid pace. It was similar to a sudden blip, when letters through post were being supplanted without any protests. Modernization and Development took a toll on them as well.

Several may be the advantages when weighed, however the joy of opening a letter and reading it is something altogether different. I keep a prepared supply of postcards and letters to post on standard events.

Just like animals and traditions getting extinct all of a sudden, i didn't want this excellent medium of letters to stop. This concept caught my mind because today i was standing in front of a postbox to post some letters and postcards to some important people. People have forgotten postbox because of other instant means of communication. As i was posting the letters, i could see that people were staring at me as if i have done something wrong. It's all because it is an 'exotic' sight to see someone does that in the present age.

Crazy people :)

"Where art thou"

                                         

              

                 The first poem that i wrote in my life. Despite the fact that i have penned it down,  when i was submerged in bitter pain, i never clarified its intending to make the peruser comprehend it clear.The poem is actually a question raiser to God as to where He is. 

Through this poem, the poet who is burdened asks God, where has He gone and why He is not answering him. He implores God to take his life so that his body which has lost its substance could be joined with his lost soul. The poem is set in a background where he is dipped in rain and where he expresses his present condition and asks God, "Where art thou ?" It remains unpublished still adding to use it on a future date.

"A brightly hued layered sky"

                                                A lovely Tuesday provided for me an exceptionally wonderful layered sky. My mobile phone is dependably an incredible help for me to click pictures on the go. The spot is Thangassery harbor, where i unwind myself the vast majority of my Saturday evenings and in the middle of weekdays for an energetic walk with my mother.

"A brightly hued layered sky"

Have you ever imagined that nature and its assets are the best positive energy gainers in us.I sat down to see the clouds change their shades. The cool breeze from the close-by ocean cleared through the trees and afterward touched me noiselessly, soothing me and taking my soul to a level past imagination.

The evening was closing in. Little vessels cruising in the sea could be seen like specks now, and not so clear as i don't have my specs with me.

The Landmark, "Lighthouse"

The lighthouse near have started it's routine job. It was now lighted and have started to scan various objects on which it fell. It was time for us to leave the place as it was getting dark.

'Beauty of Mother Nature' resounded in my mind.

"Broken pieces of my eye wear"

I don't know the extent to which i loved my eyeglasses. Past loving and agreeable, I had dependably been in an inexpressible connection with my glasses. Did i realize that it was the ideal time for him to abandon me? Yesterday night I witnessed it. 

'Broken pieces of my eye wear'

With pain i looked onto my broken pieces of eye wear. Despite the fact that i had a wide choice to select, a few years back; i took this bold and dark one, in the light of the fact that it was a solitary piece and nobody could have perhaps replicated my eye wear.

It was accidental. When i raced to get the call from a client, i strolled on my glasses which laid on the carpet.What more can i say. Here it is in my hand, broken down into three pieces and beyond repair. 

I am out of words. An awful day even without my specs.

Sunday Eye-catchers

'An Old banyan tree in a local market sprouting new leaves'

             More than any Sunday, this was an extremely occupied day. Church, Shopping and other personal chores, the day kept me busy at a full stretch. If it's not a working day, then it is a very happy day whatever busy state i am into. Shopping for home with my mom is something that i don't hate. It's sort of a stress buster after a weeks tug of war with work at office. A fresh morning in a local market caught my sight of a very old banyan tree spreading out its branches of shade and fresh air added with the beautiful green sprouting leaves. I enjoyed it to the maximum while the guy was dressing the Chicken, the reason for why i was there. It was really a positive vitality provider.

 

'Clay utensils and Artificial bird's nest displayed for sale in a Mega mart'

    Shopping in a Mega mart is a lovely process because numerous fascinating stuff could be seen. Now, Clay utensils and artificial bird's nest caught my attention. Nowadays people prefer non-stick cookwares leaving organic clay utensils and vessels for display purposes only. My mom already had a wide variety of these earthen utensils and there was no shot of getting one this time. Ready made bird's nest to invite birds didn't really look like the tailor-made birds nest but those were clean and shapely made without a fibre sticking out from anywhere, devoid of life. Whatever it is; the value of organic products, utensils and related stuff can be understood only by the people who have an interest and love for it. 

'God for Sale' 

          Arranged in another shelf were the idols of Hindu Gods, Sree Krishna brilliantly painted and Ruler Ganesha as well. I thought how fast the world had progressed. Moving with the development and advancements, Divine beings excessively discovered their approach to get sold in stores, which made me give an inscription "God for sale" on the spot. Just like someone picks up any other product, they can casually pick these statues of Gods and the missing factor would be 'reverence'.  Compassion is the thing that could be labeled for this advancement.

"An Anonymous Gift"

                       A fresh Saturday morning greeted me with a call from a Courier Agency. Because it was an unknown number, i resisted to take the call at first but when it rang again, i attended it. I am never used to attending calls from unknown numbers but when it rings again, i know it's an instance of urgency. A guy named Rahul was on the other end, asking me the directions to my office to deliver what was supposed to be delivered him.

"Are you sure that the recipient of the courier read,'Maria Cluston Cletus ?", I asked him.

"Yes Sir, it is. Furthermore your address reads,'Alphonse & Co, Chartered Accountants, Bishop Jerome Nagar, Kollam", he replied.

"Yeah, that's my office address. But I didn't order anything recently.", I said with a mix of doubt and concern in my words.

"Anyway it has to be delivered Sir and it is neither an item under COD nor it carries the sender's address", he cleared his side.

"That's Ok, I will have a look when you get me the courier", saying this I ended the conversation.

Now that was absurd. Letting my cerebrum a decent practice to think about any conceivable circumstances in the matter of who may have send me that courier was defenseless. By 10.45 A.M, I received a call from him that he is waiting for me downstairs. I went to collect it and found that it was directed right away to me but the sender's name was anonymous. 

Positively it was a book, i realized that from the way it was wrapped up. Thanking him, i got back to my office and discovered a SUDHA MURTHY's book, "THE MOTHER I NEVER KNEW". A book that was not in my collection of Sudha Murthy's and which i was probably wanting to purchase later when finance meets hands. I was dumb stuck. Truly blissful to get a book gifted however dismal in the meantime, when i don't have the sender to express my words of thanks of much obliged. . 

Whoever it is, you made my day. Thanks a lot.