Weekend trip to Pondicherry -1

Days: 27-28 March, 2009.

Our uncle (dad’s friend) decide to go to Pondicheery with my dad, as he mostly don’t get out alone and dad got the idea to have a family trip with him on a holiday that came along weekend last month. But he can’t come that day for some reason; and we likely continued the trip with grandparents, aunt and cousins. It was something inappropriate time we began our journey during a sunny day on the breezy ECR. It wasn’t the kind of travel I probably expect and experience in late, just moving within enclosed vehicle where the air condition was on to disturb the cause of my traveling, when lies the outer space with cool breeze. But I was shut to raise my voice as if the control was to content someone. For me traveling means sense the atmosphere and not alone just viewing through glass panel. For me traveling is one favorable thing in the world, where my world almost exists at home, except the virtual reality here. Traveling gets me a feel of boundless, for a person who believes world exists outside home and life begins outside windows.

Auroville

Google maps helped me to know the easier way to find places I interest and there wasn’t much difference all along this travel, compare to my last one less than 9-years before. Our first destination was Auroville near Pondicherry, a 9km from ECR at right turn from Kuilapalayam village, one either easy way to reach without entering Pondicherry, while coming from Chennai on ECR. So many shops and building turn the way in add to brief space to tar roads replacing mud, except the road lead to auroville. I wish to arrive by evening, but eventually it happed to be afternoon, after over to lunch inside cashew grove. I make sure advice everyone not to make the place unclean, as usual I do care the environment is constant and in my view auroville is one simplest heaven on earth surrounded by nature.

Somehow I wonder at the two wheelers, the aurovilleans use to transport. Those are few out of fashion and sale, like TVS 50, champ, Yamaha explorer, Max100… and they cross like sudden flash and for our ladies to look after women rides bike! Vehicles are parked about a km before the heart of auroville- Matrimandir, peace globe. The organization let people to cover this distance by walking or by battery autos to help who can’t walk more, but I deny the offer, as I have my power wheels and the auto seems inconvenient. Is there anything more than exploring ourselves and to spare time besides walking with dear ones? They exhibit things and pictures of how the city develops and significance of the peace globe, and one shouldn’t or couldn’t miss is the slide show before u put further steps. There are much restrictions and distinguish from then visiting this place, were we allowed to get inside Matrimandir by maintain silent to see the crystal-glass sphere, glow with sun rays that directed to fall on the sphere and after sunset, solar energy to give light to the crystal glass globe. It’s a curve ramp that’s takes one to the top.

Matrimandir is parted with12 petals, divided by 12 gardens and 12 meditation rooms inside and beneath the golden globe, which signifies to each colors dedicated to our part of life to concentrate on silence and soul. The visitors are allowed up to a stretch to see the Peace globe that glow to sunshine at late afternoon. The garden was well maintained with greensward, and those want to visit the inner chamber of the globe needs permission in advance to enjoy the silence. I felt the distance let to covers is to make realize how significant the place was, but many couldn’t understand the necessary to keep silence.

Cuddalore

At time we visited, there were lots of school children visiting the place on a day trip. Its pity to see few little ones caring barrels of lunch and water cans from there buses to where they settle to have lunch, and no more elders to help them. I think so it’s a happening thing to government school students always. There was a very old banyan tree stretched up to 50 meters and sitting under the tree was such welfare to blown wind. The distance between globe and entrance was around bushes, and it gets me a feel of wandering at my grandpa village. We would have spent some more time if my dad’s friend in cuddalore doesn’t call to make us arrive soon, as he would leave to Chidambaram. Actually we loved to spend the evening at Pondicherry beach, but we dropped and head to cuddalore, where dad lodged a room. It was spacious for our whole family; and was well convenient with television, ac and comfortable cots, restaurant within complex and helping friends of dad in Cuddalore. Continue...

Up coming fishermen

The boy(in the picture) was spending sometime with her sis at seashore on Sunday, standing tall at all, on this lump of fishing nets, while the elder sun fading away its light to leave last rays on this boy. He must be someone from the nearest fishing hamlet. He was saying something to her sis, to drive her away and he jumped and followed her behind. With no intent, I kept him at the place of a future fisherman. Later I think why I thought him like to be a fisherman than being a literate at a position of engineer, scientist or doctorate. I felt nothing wrong to think like that that fishing isn’t harsh, and where it’s a practice of immense past. Likely taking fishing on basis of traditional, the education what choose is one no need to disturb there future carried on fishing, even they are literate.

It was a long time though in me, why should one should take there career only based to there literate and what they chose to learn; and if it continues who will bear the traditional occupations like agriculture including fishing following from earlier. As if education is a basement of life to construct on it to whatever seems strong. Then why shouldn’t we use our knowledge learned thought education and hard work to improve and maintain the traditional course that brought our lives today and gonna be tomorrow. Education is a largest tool to sharpen our thoughts and knowledge, as if we know, why every tool should lead to mechanism and not to carve the art of tradition? While this was going on me, I think about students who could not understand and develop an interest on the lessons properly and left at margin as sluggish sometime, the education and certificate obstacle to showcase there talent fully.

Comparison is something always with teachers and parents, showing the other children to be shine and to the one to seem to be dull. There is a mockery develop at sustain to keep them disturb and there was a feel people could not see the other side of there ability except educate though text books. I am someone low average at exams and failed at some attempts, and when I think now, I could sense nothing have understood then except the practical lessons and what have I read aloud however not stance into mind. Thanks to Aamir Khan’s TZP, it somehow helps the world to understand and eye open that all children are not same and every child is special with ability to understand lessons on different method. Back to fishermen, it’s not worse a thing call fishing or hunting some lives, to survive and to serve people like me whose favorite dishes are fish. These days fishing seems reduced to certain limit and least amount of boats and people are involve in fishing, there was a reduction in fishes and rise in price. And don’t know how many next generation people are going to make career the fishing than just leave it as a pass time. Education is must as well there is nothing wrong in keep tackling the tradition. May I right or wrong, but I expressed what’s on my mind.

Sea front

This guy in the picture was sitting sometime on this lonely boat late evening at Palavakkam beach, facing sea front. None could guess what he might think about, but we could think about from his view point? ‘U guys too try to know your point of view’.

Below follows mine:

I felt how well these waves could rise ashore to grab the boat into sea unsteadily, to see myself into the sea by floating to fulfill my dream.

Wonder how sea is bound enough with an illusion line that separates the sea and sky for our views, even we know its vast, could not be measured and never the cause it meets.

The adorable full moon nights, where the moon lit fall on surface of the sea. The shadows of angels kiss by the moon lit light, where the solitary boat fascinates the shore as well distinguish the motion of silent waves.

A shoulder of her/him to bear my/there hands, to site beside to share the moment of joy and misery. The friendship/love embrace like the waves touch and kiss the sand at constant irregularly.

I am uncertain with this boat standing all the days and nights, under rain and sunshine to fade its true color.

By zoom I find the boat with two names, read Nicholas and K Suramean (shark) – I guess these name belong to the owners of the boat and the word Nicholas remind me the Santa clause and actor Nicholas Cage!

I think why not I take this boat into sea to catch some fishes for myself to have? - Unlike a boat that arrived late evening by stretching its blue fence into wind, looking forward the crowd gather on sea front and to fishermen to see those fishes sold at sustain price. To take away home the pride and certain smile.

At rear the waves are so rough to touch the boat and drench legs those standing.

A dream on consciousness!

Matrimandir, a peace globe in Auroville near Pondicheery.

We are just born to live and we bear nothing to go. In between we claim something that belongs to us, which is not. We’re just traders and not proprietors to this world, so what does we fought and pain carried on each other days? The one we own is only our life. That too lives up to we live. And what are we chasing behind in money, rank, religion or laird may remains, but do we are are impossible. Today we make for us or to our children’s future, but how far things stable is uncertain and inevitable. There nothing belongs to anybody and it’s the trust that we had on earth is human being. The one authority that controls the self is conscience. When we have everything in, what are we searching for things physically and something in name alone? What we believe in world is truth, and if not the human being, I could not see anything more than the conscious.

The other days I dream this world a place gives importance to human and not where he belongs and what he believes or his position; a world that prevails in true to self and conscious. People care for each other in concord of being human and support in term of stress and misery, share whatever the joy, where young ones are learned about human value and to think beyond there family and friends. Everyone gets equal opportunity to chose there carrier in education and employment, not alone depend on marks, but also encouraged by talents and interest, sweeping away the mockery and reservation based on religion. Where the ego, destroys the separation and makes equation between poverty and rich, of high and low status people. The authority that truly depends on conscious and truth, more than enjoying the power, uses the opportunity to work on there responsibility and make things easier to share.

The belief that kept individual and the self that does not disturb the consciousness of others. A unity among people with varies self and belief, in basis on human; and wealth that does not decide the relation, the competition that only based on opportunity and merit, not to displace the relationship. Something that interest me to think about unity and consciousness, something that matched my dream and to know there was an ideal world exist within nature and the essence to live among human being. Auroville is one place I heard and felt unity among humans and a piece of land that signifies a Peace of land. I was too surprise with peoples approach with good will and works done with no distinguish in gender. After visiting and learn about this place, these days I wish I live in such environment and practice the consciousness to live and let live in peace.

Darkness

In darkness, world shines for tomorrow

In darkness, we save lights for future

In darkness, glow warm insects

In darkness, shades are indifference

In darkness, illusions are fear

In darkness, our shadows invisible

In darkness, I remind scare about terrace

In darkness, we seek someone’s aid

In darkness, lies the truth

In darkness, everyone is blind

In darkness, hides law and order

In darkness, born our lives

In darkness, tear and smile are same

In darkness, skin tones are same

In darkness, lighthouse direct ships

In darkness, neighbors get-together in past

In darkness, candle lights are precious

In darkness, we afraid of thunder flash to stole vision

In darkness, world dormant

In darkness, something exists and exits.

I wrote this in inspire of Earth Hour post across blog world.