Live Life Everyday

                                                                                                                                                    ഇവിടെ നമ്മൾ, മാറുന്ന ലോകത്തിന്റെ അന്തരീക്ഷത്തിൽ നവമാധ്യമങ്ങളാൽ ഒരേ സമയം മലിനമായും അതേ സമയം ധന്യമായും തോന്നുന്ന തരംഗങ്ങളിൽ. എനിലേ പോലെ തന്നെ ലോകജനതയുടെ  മനസ്സുകളിൽ സാമ്യമായ താള തരംഗങ്ങൾ ഉത്ഭവിക്കാൻ ഇടയാക്കുന്ന രണ്ടു യുവ സ്രിഷ്ടികൾക്കിടയിൽ ഫെയിസ്ബുക്ക്‌,വാട്സാപ്പ്‌. നവ മാധ്യമങ്ങളുടെ അതിർവരമ്പു ലംഘനം എന്ന്‌ ആദ്യം നരബാധിച്ച മനസ്സുകൾക്ക്‌  തോന്നിയെങ്കിലും പിന്നീട്‌ മനുഷ്യമനസ്സുകളുടെ നിസ്സഹായതയെ ഒരേ അളവിൽ കൂട്ടാനും,കുറയ്ക്കാനും ഇവയ്ക്ക്‌ സാധിച്ചു. യുവ തലമുറ മുതൽ...

10 o'clock at night. Bed waits like a hug from Amma. Shades drawn. Doors closed. Sandals off. Wristwatch off. Phone off. Jeans off. Boxers on. Jumps on bed. Mister Head meets Miss Pillow. Miss Pillow meets Mister Head. Dream of 'that girl you will never get'. Wake up. Coffee. Bathroom business. Put everything back on. GO! {Josbin Itty's Journal, 2/10/2015}. © 2015 Josbin Itty

Life and everything in it is a mystery. Mysteries that unravel before you every now and then. Of all the mysteries I have dealt with, I still can't figure out why some people come into our lives and become a part of you while some people go. Some friendships feel like they will last forever. And some others end far too soon. Not every friendship is meant to last a lifetime. What does last forever is the pain when that person is gone. {Josbin Itty's Journal, 8/21/2015}. © 2015 Josbin Itty

Me: "Is it washable?" Friend: "you will know" (smeared the colours on my face and hair). Announcement from the Principal: " Holy is a national festival. But in Kerala we don't usually celebrate it. Some students were found throwing colours at others in the campus. This is a violation of personal freedom..." (you know his style) Friend: "what was the announcement? " Me: "Principal just announced Holy as the official festival of the college." (painted his face green).

I have been watching the clouds this evening, they move slowly taking different shapes. A familiar face looked down to me from the clouds today. It was her, my crush, my love, my friend, my sister. I stood wonder struck. Was it an illusion? The creation of my mind? It could be because I'm thinking of her every time. The clouds moved away and took the shape of a silver chariot, I searched for her in it, I didn't find her...it was empty! I searched for her in the sky, no...she wasn't there. I found her at last, I found her in the sacred temple of my heart. ©Josbin Itty 2014