JJ's

Yesterday I was walking with my friends All I can see now is a long lonely road Nobody to walk beside me Yeah I am a lonely traveler Like a candle without light Like a tree without leaves Like an actor without limelight An incomplete soul, a lonely traveler The earth i walk The air i breathe People passing by A stranger, a lonely traveler A lonely traveler My life is waving me off A beautiful life which I left behind A forgotten soul, a lonely traveler Jeyaisha John

I have always felt that positive thinking during uncertainty in life is like lighting a lamp in the darkness. It’s like a cure to the cancerous depression and frustration. If you can calm the storm inside your heart and brain with a positive thought there is nothing like it. I think more clearly when I am calm and when I keep my mouth shut, Sshhh I do enjoy the occasional outburst of emotions though. At times our life can be as messed up as a festival ground after all the festivities and negative thoughts are the ill-mannered visitors who leave the mess behind. What we need to clean the mess is positive thoughts, you don’t have to be an inspirational speaker to initiate a positive thought. All you have to do is to believe in yourself, believe in the power of universe, think about all the possibilities of life. I strongly feel that everyone should be a believer of something or the other, that’s what keeps us going. Now positive thoughts come naturally to a crazily optimistic per...

I am a 25 year old laid back average professional who is waiting for a miracle to happen in life and become rich. Like every other person of my age I want to own a huge house, a luxury car and want to buy whatever new in the store. And my plan for being rich is simple, every night I make a wish "in the morning I will open my eyes and see a bag full of money waiting for me to spend it", for the last 15 years I am loyal to my plan. I believe in God and the miracles he can do, he can do super crazy stuffs like giving sight to a blind dude, this is nothing for him. I look at people who runs after their goals, work hard towards it and think "how lame, can't they be more like me?". I mean imagine if everyone is as cool as me, life would be easier, no more struggles only araaam. Awesome right? This was me till yesterday, today my bestie who is a mean loud mouth told me that God has stopped granting vain wishes, how could he? She said he is more modern and has become ...

This one is dedicated to the most bad ass girl I have ever seen, my super hero, my safety net, my mom. Ammachi, how can I define her, she can’t be defined, she can’t be put under a label and presented, she does not come under one name tag. When my dad died, she must be in her early 30’s, she could have thought of moving on and getting married again. She chose the rough road, she kept her kids closer to her heart. There was a society who questioned her in every turn, there was her husband’s family who doubted her, there were two kids who didn’t know what was happening around them. Boy, did she give up, no she kept on going, she fought for her kids, stood firm on her ground. Though I say she loves my brother more (trust me I know I am her favorite) she never treated us differently, instead she taught us to respect each other, she cultivated an everlasting bond between us, she molded us finely. She taught us to be independent. I had my own room when I was 10, did my laundry, iron...

Kozhikode - my hometown, where I lived most my life. The Zamorins land has its own charm. Beautiful landscape which varies from valleys to beaches, right mixture of three famous religion and the delicious food that can bring gallons of water in your mouth every time you remember. Kozhikodan’s hospitality is famous, they say if you go to any house in Kozhikode and ask for help they will surely help you and treat you to a tea or a sharbat, true. I can see the raised eyebrows, talking about a time before the cyber era when people used to be more trustworthy. One of my fond memories of Kozhikodans is their relationship with AIR (All India Radio). There was a time when Kozhikadns used radios as their watches. That was the 90’s when almost all the Kozhikodans had a Radio or two in 1 at home. I remember my mom switching on radio the moment she is up; her daily routine was set according to the programs of AIR. Every tea shop and barber shops had a Radio playing on high volume. Peo...

  Three deep breaths What kind of magic it has? Don’t know But it works most of the time Three deep breaths Is it right to do when someone yells at you? Don’t know But it helps you to keep your cool Three deep breaths Is that what makes you go? Don’t know But it helps to be happy Three deep breaths A wonderful line Good to hear Good to practice And helps me love you Jeyaisha John

“Hei, stop playing… lunch is ready…” mom’s loud voice. “Yes mom, five more minutes “. Can see me with my friends, covered with dust, trying to catch the thief, running through the fields. That gentle breeze touching my face, its mischievous hands playing with my hair… that feeling of mud under the feet… giggling voices of friends… that greenery in front of me, one of the fondest memories of my childhood. Today, the grown-up me is on all social networking media platform, it’s kind of a norm I guess. I don’t chat or message though, even if someone tries to contact me I give them a cold shoulder by saying “I am busy”. Bullshit, I know deep inside my heart I can take out 5 minutes for you and talk to you, but I wouldn’t do that, because I chose to be a nut in a shell. I don’t want to get out of my comfort zone, I will whine and complain, but I will never break my routine. Where have I reached? Where are those good old friends and family who gave me lots of laugh and preci...

This is an old one, I posted it a year back in FB, felt like sharing again.... Trust me this is not a full on sob story, this is an open letter to everyone in my life. Guys I do feel bad that I am alone, I do feel a bit let down by my slow career growth, and not even dare to discuss about the zero savings. But let me tell you a little secret these  things trouble me only once in a while, they never kept me up all night, never stopped me from breathing. Someone wise once told that your present is the result of the decisions you made in the past, and I don’t regret my decisions, I enjoyed them all. Now what bother me are you, your sympathy and empathy. The way you advice, the way you ask me to compromise, the way you tell me my limits, the way you make judgments and try to convince me. At times I want to scream at you and say leave me alone, but my manners tells me to entertain you. You know what, you are just a minute distraction whom I always hear but never listen, why because...

As I looked into his eyes, he asked me "what's your dream". I winked at him and said "I want to be your home". He laughed at me "hahaha baby, you are so old school" and left. I stood up and waved at him, he didn't see. Home where a man is comfortable, where he is himself, where he can let his inner child go loose, where no one judge him, where all his most precious memories are kept and where he is loved, cared and happy. Home a feeling so pure, so soothing. Home who treat you the same whether you return after a long journey or you never leave. Yes hun, I will be your home. Jeyaisha John 

    Mornings that starts with thy name Songs that I hum for thee Those smiles and tears of mine in the loneliness Dreams of you with no face and no names My sweet love, my soul mate Here is the whisper of my heart My eyes search for you in every corner For the light in thy eyes Is the only assurance I got from above My sweet love, my soul mate Here is the dream I see everyday The one touch of thy fingers Will take me to the doors of heaven In the vineyards of Peter we will walk Thy will hold my hands for the eternal union of love My sweet love, my soul mate Here is the reality of me and thee, my first words I know thee from the beginning From thy ribs I have born To protect thy heart with the warmth of my love For what I am born, I am keeping my life in thy hands The only promise I utter, I the Eve won’t separate from the heart Even in the darkest of nights From thy ribs I have born. Jeyaisha John