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  • raajashok 9:56 am on January 3, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blogpost, Genx, Google, , , Life, , , 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 10:19 am on June 29, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Aeroville, , Arc De Triumph, CDG airport, Eiffel, French, Gare De Nord, Garu De Nord, Life, Paris, Thalys   

    It could have been worse…. 


    The only way it could have been worse was ending up dead…

    The day we reached Paris, everything looks oh-so-bright and beautiful, in spite of being misdirected by two staff at the CDG airport.

    The weather was lovely….the evenings – long and bright….
    Even our sparse hotel room at Suite Novotel, seemed good with a partition right in the middle of the room for privacy from our teenaged kids. So what if the long leg of my tall son, was on our side of the partition after pulling his cot from a secret compartment under our cot…..
    We had grand plans for next day…buy the 24 hour family pass for easy access to trains, visit the Eiffel Tower (take a lot of pictures and post it without fail on FB, Instagram etc ..).but next day was the start of a two-day transport strike in Paris. No train, no bus nor taxis…

    I believe, this is a very common thing to happen in Paris and the strikers choose the peak tourist time to show their anger.
    But we managed to stick to our plan with the help of airport shuttle and from the airport, we took the tourist-fricking-rip-off-bus that took us to Champs Elysee, from where many places of interest could be visited. As we reached Arc De Triumph, we realised that every other tourists had stuck to their plans like we did. For a quick run-around of the best sights in Paris, we suggest the Big Bus tour. (someone suggested that to us). It is quick, gives you a good glimpse of the sights and you feel good, looking down at the Parisians!

    Next day, the strike continued, which meant that we had to take the RER (train) to Gare De Nord (Paris North) as the taxis too were on strike. With the frequency limited to 1 instead of 4 per hour, the train that came to terminal 3, looked packed beyond belief. But we pushed and shoved and got in. There were 10 stops in between, none the better than the other in terms of the crowd. At one stage, I feared a stampede or a train roll-over. At Garu De Nord. which was the terminal for the train, there was a human-ocean waiting to board the train for the onward journey. God, it was surreal and utmost frightening.
    But for all the jostling, fretting and fuming, the Thalys – the high speed train from Paris, stood grand at Platform no:15, ready to glide to Amsterdam!

    We settled into our seats and felt really good when Paris rolled past us…

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