30 days into Retirement

To the few readers of my blog an apology at the outset for the blank post which appeared in this blog on 30/11/2011.
I have started composing series of articles on the title "Itharkuthane asaipattaai Sampath Kumara", inflenced by me favourite author balakumaran,and i had chosen to represent the feelings in a language which is near ande dear Viz Tamil.After tyoing the first episode, in tamil transliteration(Thanks to GOOGLE)I copied and pasted to my blog and thoght that the contents have in fact appeared therein , only to recieve a call from a close friend at Singapore who remarked jovially, that i don't do anyhting after retirement is known to him but the same need not be said in such a great style in blog. Then the friend went on to say that nothing appeared in blog when only i realised that my first chapter on retirement, published on completion of one month of satisfactory!!retirement did not find the light of the day.

Then it struck me, perhaps the all too pwerful almighty had decided to spare my few readers from the agony of going thru my blog posts on retirement and hence the post disappered.

But "Vidhi valiathu"-Destiny is strong " and hence i have come out with a vengence with my post in English.Perhaps this is not too satisfying to me as the pun and the earthly feelings which i thought i brought in my mother tounge is appeared to be missing in this.SOME ONE SAID, during my Personal effectiveness programme thise days that "Drinking Coke thru straw is akin to kissing one's girl friend thru another man's mouth."I am remided of the same when ever i try to express some thing in a language which is alien to me.

Any way to make things short and sweet this to welcome the beginning of the new month as a pensioner after having completed 30 days "pensionship".During this period there were several calls. some of them with true concern as to what i do after the retirement, some of them with a sort of pun as to what i can do now,now that i am retired, some of them enquisitive as to whether i am with holding my pursuits and keeping them a sa secret and some of them offering suggerstions as to what i should do next, and some of them even referinng me to few greener pastures.

I must admit that i look like a child lost in the Exhibition grounds.The child is lost in light and colour and the fun and frolick.It has not even relaised that it is a lost child.It would be the parents of the child who wouldbe running from pillar to post in their anxiety for the safety of the child.

I am exactly in that position. I am enjoying every thing around me while those around me are anxious as to what next.

I can assure that the child in me is safe and secure and dispassionate and innnoscent. And that would mean the child will find its way in its own style.Till then let the new found happiness and peace engulf the child...

(Will be continued)