Montachchan

Enikkorachchanund, though we are not biologically bound. Ennu vechchal enne 'moneee' ennu vilikkunna oraal. Ayaale njan achcha ennum vilikkunu. Achchanaarennu pinne parayam. Achchante kayyil chila kuruthakkedukalund. Athinal ee makan kurachangupadeshikkamennu vechu. Thazhe kazhinja divasam kodutha upadesha prasangam:

Bisaayam: Pukavali (Achchante aathma suhrthaanu pukakkuzhal. Koode kazhikkunna 'kashaayam' nirthi ennu parayunnu. Padachavanariyam)

Achchanse,

You have to say 'GET LOST' to that smoky friend of yours, else he will make you fried soon.

Just imagine, how ridiculous a feeling it would have been for God to watch his clay-creature He name human, meticulously observing things and finally 'invent' a pipe kind of thing and put some 'chammala' (We valluvanadans calls dried leaves so) into the farthest tip of it and ignite to vigorously suck the smoke passing out, from the other end. If I were that God, I would have kicked his ass then and there only and that bag of flesh would have flown to outer space like an 'ulka-yagnik'. ammmaaaaaa.........

Now that was just thamasha. But the truth is, vaayu is praan; praan is jeevan, jeevante nidanam, udbhavam; that jeevan itself, ananthamaya jeevan; ath deivam aanu. And, when inhaling God itself into us, how we humans can do such a funny thing?! We are so apathetic or antipathic to nature.

Think, if you are forcibly kept in one room without ventilation and someone puts thick clouds of smoke of your favourite brand of cigar/cigarette/beedi into it? You are dead dad, within minutes. Don't forget, you are breathing in nothing but the eternal Brahma, so don't be so negligent and arrogant about HIM, for HE can be arrogant with you too, sometime.

Say thanks to God for this moments and just inhale lungful of fresh air like Ramdev Baba showed you a million times.......

That's all for now dad

Habeeb

Note(note for my achchan): Ente achchan oru great musician aanu. He lives in Delhi

IRTC

This is my first time in blog writing- sorry, typing (writing is so old fashioned).

I am now in IRTC. Guess what this IRTC is. hmmm....Indian Rural, no, Romantic, Trainers Club? Oh, no dear. It is Internationally Recommended Transit Corridor. Who recommended it? We the sailor's community? No, by IMO. Again another abbreviation! International Maritime Organisation. Why this corridor in sea? How can you.....?

On my vessel's right it is Ethiopia, and on my left there lies Yemen. I stand right in the middle of Gulf of Aden. Here, you must have heard ships being hijacked by pirates and kept under their custody for months together. The drama will end when high level negotiators finalise the amount to be given to release the ship. (I have started secretly dreaming of becoming a negotiator for them; they must be fetching good sums!)

Heard that there are around eight ships in their custody now along with crew.
We entered into corridor early this morning 6'O Clock. But yesterday evening 6'O clock, while we were passing Bab-el Mandap (the entry into Gulf of Aden from Red Sea-just may be 12 miles wide) we could see one small boat carrying four men speeding towards our ship. Njangaletha viruthanmaar! We had hired one armed vessel of 22m length with five gunmen to take us through this area. Randu vedi pottichathode avanmaar parannu.

Hope to finish the corridor by day after.

Now, there are around 8 ships going as a fleet along with Indian Navy vessel and Coalition forces vessel. They are just behind us.


Anyway, all the best to us to cross this seas and be there at Dubai by first of March

habeeb