"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.

"Some of my Quotes Reloaded"

Quotable Quotes: Here i am with a percentage of the best quotes of mine that went profoundly acclaimed. One might have a default notion that Quotes can only be genuine; when written by renowned individuals. No, it isn't. Change that obliviousness in the event that you have an extent of seeing things the way it comes.  For those who accept it, they are devoid of ego.

       Beauty: I have heard many a times that beauty is always in the eyes of the beholder. Is that so? May be. I can affirm it with reservations. Beauty is not skin deep, it is more of a qualitative aspect. The beauty of a plant is not in the quality with which it blooms, but it is in the ability of that plant to produce such a beautiful flower. The beauty of a person is not in his wealth or material possession, but it is in his/her way of approaching things.When your soul is sponsored by a beautiful heart, then there is beauty.

     Opinion: Have you ever examined as to whether you are person with an opinion. Not just an opinion, but with an outstanding opinion. It's obvious that we have a prominent number of negatives but something projects greatly to show a fair side. I was extremely forthright to say that, so far i have met just a few individuals throughout my life who has profundity and who talked uniquely in contrast to others and who saw things from an alternate point.  If you are not a person with an opinion, then certainly you should go for it. Feel the distinction to a level, where you are not fit to survey how high you went. Tally my words on the grounds that i have attempted it.

Bonds: Yes, some bonds with which we are bound to a person or even a thing are sometimes difficult to explain, however hard we attempt and whatever time we take.Furthermore now i am truly confused concerning how i ought to clarify this quote in light of the fact that the  relationship that i share with this quote is very difficult to explain. Words of a person are always golden if you have faith in yourself and shines bright when those words comes right after from experience.

“A simple answer for a higher degree of complexity.”

             The previous night rendered me restless. Should I account for the reasons? Nothing so concerned but something that rung the bell inside my head. 

I was rung up by a Civil Service aspirant last night around 10.30 p.m to clear the doubts that stuck him at clear interims. He is not a regular caller but whenever he calls me, time flies like anything to find myself ahead of hours. 

He was a "FRIEND" of mine at school, years back - my senior. Literally I knew the meaning of the term "FRIEND"; to be a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. But that word or its meaning never applied to me at any point of time in my life nor had a bearing on my life. I openly labelled him as an acquaintance. For me all goes under that category.

Whenever he raises academical doubts, I never found it inconvenient to answer him. We never had a verbal combat, no amicable talks, no points of social indifference, no hard sentiments; yet I never acknowledged him as a "FRIEND". I haven't heard him restricting his questions to academics but he sensed to some extent that there was a burdened heart in me. Now & again I hear him shower words of comfort and concern.

Yesterday, when he raised such ardent questions to share whatever troubled me; I proved unable. Silence was the only answer I kept in reserve. My lachrymal  glands showed feelings of being lost. I slipped onto many things.

Do I know the reasons?

What was troubling me?

Do I have commitments?

No, somewhere at the back of my mind I’m an undeniable hindered person. I do tell him that I’m always open as a book; however he answers that he is unable to read a complex book like me.

“A simple answer for a higher degree of complexity.”

"I Kept my life vague"

What I could answer him to be the fountain source as to why I appeared to be troubled was the so called “LIFE” that I led. Six years of extreme solitude confined me what I’m presently. I knew for sure that my silent words were sharp yet he was kind enough to pull a guy up from the pit. It was very certain that he might have regretted his words of concern. All I could do is to apologize for my very sincere words. I sat wakeful throughout the night brooding over things that ate me up while my mobile beeped with some other humanitarian messages.

Her growth was unexpected : My "Oxalis" Plant.

Tuesday greetings from my garden- "Oxalis"

                              It was really a great deal for me to hunt down this plant, Oxalis known by its scientific name- Oxalis triangularis. Hailing from the Oxalidaceae family, it is an edible perennial plant which is typically a houseplant and more popularly a pot plant. They are commonly called Oxalis, but most of the people are ignorant about the name of this plant, however extremely intrigued by its beauty.       
                                         I excessively fell head over heels when i saw this on my search engine. The leaves of the plants are purple in color and resembles more like butterflies; even when the leaves are open or shut. Other names available for this beauty are False Shamrock, Love Plant and Purple Shamrock.                                                                                                                                      Following the time when i was infatuated with nature and plants, i unmistakably knew what number of plant nurseries had its establishes in Kollam. Yet it's extremely hard to discover and gather exotic plants here. My hope to own this purple leafy was turned down when i found that it was a new plant to the one's who had run the 8 nurseries, i approached. I was in an elate state when  i found the plant in the last nursery i knew, despite the fact that it hinted at beginning to grow.

                     There is one thing with these people who sell plants. Once when you urge for a particular plant, there they stand hammering a bid. Of course, it is their business but there should be some ethical treatment. Persuading him to leave that plant to me was simple in light of the fact that i was one of his plant darling client. That saved me to get his only "Oxalis" plant( even though he never knew nothing about it ) in his nursery. But the fact was that he charged me Rs.150 for a small two leaf sprouting plant. 

I don't regret buying it because now it has grown this much with a vibrant color combination and more that than it bloomed today. Nothing gives me so much of positive vitality than plants and when it is exotic like an ''Oxalis"; i am dumb stuck with its beauty.