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  • raajashok 9:56 am on January 3, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blogpost, Genx, Google, India, , , , , Resilient,   

    The little treasure that is always there but we miss yet when we find it, fills us with immense satisfaction and renewed belief in what we call the ‘life’ 


    Probably my blog content may not be as big as the title itself.

    Or maybe it will be…

    resilient  I had always wanted to be resilient but I always felt shattered with tiny ravages that happened. When I bounced back, or thought I did, something of me was missing.

    A bit of trust, a bit of joy, a bit of enthusiasm, a bit of child, a bit of girl, a bit of youth, a bit of motherhood, a bit of love, a bit of innocence, a bit of hearty laughter, a bit of adventure, a bit of many things…which we never knew we had in us. But when it goes away, we feel it.

    While the Gen X is credited or discredited with a lack of passion or old fashioned love, I find their resilience a great pillar of strength that they can lean on quite comfortably.


    Many years ago, when I was playing with my friends in a gay abandon near the garden by our house in the tiny beautiful hamlet of Palakkad in Kerala, we decided to create a secret history by carving our names in the bark of the tree, in the inner innards of the mighty tree. We could then carve just our initials. J, R and M

    Many years later, 30 to be precise, I went again to my old pad, which now had new tenants. But the tree was still there. resilient as I had wanted it to be. Surviving a world of storms, rains,  thunderstorms and tree-cutting!

    Did I imagine the tree or did the tree whoosh an extra serving of breeze! Can’t say but i searched the innards of the tree with much difficulty, since my frame had grown bigger. And there it was, the J, R and M! It touched instantly the day in circa 1982!

    Then on that day when we carved our initials, we thought it was a historical day. I don’t know where J and M are now. I don’t know if, they too like me, had come and paid a visit to our historical monument (of a tree). I don’t even know if they remember me or the day like I do so well!

    Memories like this – do they make you lose that tiny portion of resilience in you or fill you with more?!!!




    • jmacindoe 4:30 am on January 4, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Lovely story and photos. Thanks for sharing!

      • raajashok 7:38 am on January 4, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        thank you for stopping by…:)

  • raajashok 8:37 pm on August 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Dam Square, Early rising, Europe, Frankendael Apartments, Gulflife, Hollistic, India, Indian, Iphone6 photo, Middenweg, Morning, , Nature, Netherlands, Photography, Yoga, Yogis   

    Morning mellow with hot brewed coffee and cup cakes and muffins – then Amsterdam came along…. 

    Morningness of morning



    I am not necessarily an early riser but my late loving mom ensured the habit was seeded in me and that the guilt of defying a habit instilled by her would not let me lazing in the bed for too long.

    My office starts at 8, and my mornings start by 6. A series of actions take place automatically, like, taking the dogs from sonny’s room for their  morning routine, packing my breakfast and checking if the lunch is in order, and getting ready for office. As I park my car in the parking lot in my office, the craving for coffee starts. I just have a tall glass of lemon juice with no sugar or salt in the morning immediately after I get up!

    As the sliding door opens and the fresh brew smell rushes out from the Costa Coffee outlet at our reception lounge, I can hardly wait for my coffee fix.


    But then a morning that I experienced while in Amsterdam in a place called Middenweig a few years back, made us realise what we have been missing.


    It was a mildly cool morning and not many were up at 6 am when we woke up and went for a morning walk around the place. There was a park bang opposite our service apartment (Frankendael Apartments – truly a class apart) and you could walk around the town for hours on end soaking in the beauty of the nature, the silence and the occasional rupture of noise from a delivery truck or a baby that had woken up early or the cyclists who whiz past you.

    The canals that dot the place have an ornamental bridge with pots of flowers in full cry   by  the side of the bridge. The sheer sight of an early morning sun, the dreamy and calm canals, the colourful flowers and the cyclists pedaling at their own pace weaves a very magical feel in you. You can literally feel the soul bursting with happiness!



      • raajashok 6:23 am on August 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you for the link….:)

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