Story..

The clouds stood guard as they walked through the city. Many times. Many days. Everyday the sun would rise for a new day, and each day was a life , in itself. The hours were never enough, but some how they never ended also. The Endlessness of days and time was all that was in their mind, even when the days skipped past and life needed to be lived. They never thought how the life went foreward, for the world and it’s being had lost existence and importance in thie eyes. The daily life was just something they had to live through before inadvertantly slipping through it all, to a world where noting was more important than them.

Love, the wonderful feeling that had them gripped was the first of it’s kind. Never before. Lost in the depths of an ocean that few dare to cross. Lost in the depths of an ocean that is never the beauty you see when you’re just seeing the beach at sunset. The thunders and the whirlpools were as part of an ocean as the seawind and the beautiful waves crashig agianst the shores. Only the sailor who has been to sea knows it all. And a sailor who knows it all loves the sea more than anyone of us.

I was a sailor. I was just beginning to love the sea. I was beginning to love the voyage, beginning to get the call of the sea, every time I deecided to get off and take some time on the shores, with people. But the sea always beckoned me back, it would call me with it’s soothing lullaby that it sings when everyting is quiet. It calls you with the smell of the sail in the air, everytime you really want to smell. The gentle Crashing of the waves againt your frail ship , the million hands of the sea that always tries to ently rock you to sleep, even when you don’t want to. The sea that takes so much pains to make sure that it’s million hands dosent caress your frail ships too strongly.. The same sea that with it’s angry waves can crash against you when it’s angry.. But even then the sea loves you so much that , even in it’s anger it slpas you so gently that you never break. You just get shaken. You never Break. That is what call you back every time. That caring. That sooting reassurance that you are always in the presence of God. Every bit of water you see around you has the name of God on it, and evey bit of it has some story of The work of God. That calls you back everytime.

IT was never complete, their lives, coz it never can be. When the day is not over even in a hundread years how can the life be over. How can it be complete… It never is.. He always wanted more.. so did she. More life, to love, to live. Life is so short that you never have enough of it when you really want it, and it is soo long that there is too much of it when you don’t need it. Life left him on a bed of thorns. Life was never easy, but to live when you are dead, and to die when you are alive are the most difficult things to do. He did both, one after another, over and over again. Every other second he lives, but every other second he dies. He was left in that state.. In Coma. Never to come back.. She pleaded to the court , to the law, to help him end his life.. Mercy.. Even if everyone turned their heads, she pleaded for mercy. The mercy that can only come trhough cruelty. That can only come through murder. She knew he was wishing the same.. We, the society is always concerned about the body.. We dictate norms for the body, we dictate rules of decency and conduct that cnocern only the body. We never think of the mind and the soul, which should be all that we are concerned about…. We , the society, denied her justice. We the society ruled that his body should live, Never even thinking that we are condemning his soul to death.. She wanted to grant him his soul, we granted him his body. What is left ,is for the society. They, we, can have him . What she wanted was his soul, and that was long dead. She could see God, and saw that his soul was not there. She looked up, and searched. She looked among all the soules whose body had died.. He was not to be found. Where does the dead souls go ? She never knew, so she could never search. He was was at a place where dead souls go. They never go anywhere, for, they are dead souls. They never go anywhere. They linger.. Linger in the darkest corners, the dirtiest places, for that is the sentence, that is their fate.

The living souls who are relieved of the burden that is the body go to God. They see God and talk to him. They tell God what all is needed in the world. The dead souls search fo the stairs that lead to god. They always searchin the dark places, for that is what they know. They never think about looking in the light, for they are dead , and cant think of the light. They wait there for someone to lead them to the stairs. But noone can do that, for neither the living bodies, nor the living souls can see the dead souls. He was the first of their kind , The first of the dead souls. For he couldn’t bear to be a living soul, when she was a living body, and he couldn’t be a living body. You see the living souls can’t feel the pains of the living bodies. They have their own. The dead souls are the ones that can feel both. Of the living bodies and the living Souls.

And that is how the story ends.

Finally...

എന്തിന് എന്ന ചോദ്യം പലപ്രാവശ്യം നമ്മോടു തന്നെ ചോടികേണ്ടി വരുന്ന ജീവിത സാഹചര്യങ്ങള്‍.. അതിനോളം മാനസികമായി മനുഷനെ തളര്‍ത്തുന്ന വേറൊന്നില്ല. എന്തിന്. ജീവന്‍റെ കണിക ശരീരത്തില്‍ നിലനിര്‍ത്തുന്ന ആത്മാവ് അല്ലെങ്ങില്‍ ജീവാംശം എന്നൊക്കെ പറയാവുന്ന ആ ദൈവീകമായ കണികയാണ് മനസ്സ് എന്ന് നാം വിളിക്കുനത്. അതിന്‍റെ ദൈവീകത തെളിയിക്കാനെന്നോണം നമ്മുടെ നിയന്ത്രണത്തിന് അതീതമായ, അതിന്റേതായ പ്രവര്‍ത്തന രീതി . ചിന്തകള്‍ പലപോലും നമ്മുടെ പിടിയിലല്ലാതെ പോകുന്ന നിമിഷങ്ങള്‍, നാം അറിയാതെ അറിയാതെ ചിന്തിച്ചും ആഗ്രഹിച്ചും അറിഞ്ഞും പോകുന്ന അവസരങ്ങള്‍. ആ ചിന്തകളുടെ നല്ലതോ ചീത്തയോ ആയ ഫലങ്ങള്‍ അനുഭവിക്കാന്‍ വിധിക്കപ്പെട്ടവരായി അതിന്‍റെ അടിമകളായ നമ്മളും ...