Skip to main content

Beautiful Monday Morning

A view from my veranda
this morning

It’s a beautiful Monday morning.  The beginning of another working week.  I stood outside my house looking at the eastern sky where the morning sun was struggling to shine through the clouds.  

Clouds make the sun more beautiful, more desirable.  What is the sky without both the sun and the clouds? 

What is life without both joys and sorrows?  Without the  positive and the negative?

It’s Monday morning and I should like to start the week with all the cheer I can muster.  The morning sky, however, warns me that cheer alone cannot make up life.  What would Shakespeare’s Othello be without Iago?  Imagine Milton’s Paradise Lost without Satan.

Who doesn’t want to be positive, cheerful and good?  The problem is life won’t ever give those things alone.  There’s no light without darkness.

I welcome this beautiful Monday morning with its sun and the clouds.

I take Nietzsche along with me as I walk into the cloudy morning.  He said, “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.” 



Indian Bloggers

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 17, 2016 at 3:06 PM

    Beautiful post sir !

    ReplyDelete
  2. UnknownOctober 17, 2016 at 6:30 PM

    Super and good comparison

    ReplyDelete
  3. sunaina sharmaOctober 17, 2016 at 6:51 PM

    I can relate to this feeling - the desire to be cheerful in the presence of pain.... It's like the more pain I experience the more I feel how happiness 'felt' ....

    ReplyDelete
  4. Saumy NagayachOctober 18, 2016 at 9:00 PM

    Such a beautiful post, Sir! I so agree with the line that "There’s no light without darkness". Sometimes in life we all take certain decisions when we know the outcome would be sad but we still take them for our happiness!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 18, 2016 at 9:38 PM

      Yes, Saumy, as Shelley said our sweetest songs tell of our saddest thoughts.

      Delete
  5. MansiOctober 20, 2016 at 9:25 AM

    so true , it take sadness to know what happiness is . fading away those morning blues

    ReplyDelete
  6. UnknownNovember 28, 2016 at 5:43 PM

    नोटबंदी के बाद डिजिटल पेमेंट पर जोर, जानें क्या है डिजिटल पेमेंट
    Readmore Todaynews18.com https://goo.gl/BgzxC9

    ReplyDelete
  7. Splendid Taj HolidaysOctober 12, 2020 at 12:10 AM


    Here I was Found the exact knowledge about the destinations and their warriors, greetings from Splendid Taj Holidays to keep sharing as like a post in the future.
    Absorb The beauty of Delhi Agra jaipur
    Taj Mahal Day Tour
    Taj Mahal sunrise Tour

    Get in Touch with us
    ☏ +91-9927841719
    http://www.splendidtajholidays.com/

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl
37 comments
Read more

Terror Tourism 1

Jacob Martin Pathros was enthralled by the ad on terror tourism which promised to take the tourist to the terrorist-jungles of Chhattisgarh. Jacob Martin Pathros had already visited almost all countries, except the perverted South America, after retiring at the young age of 56 from an ‘aided’ school in Kerala. 56 is the retirement age in Kerala’s schools, aided as well as totally government-fed. Aided schools belong to the different religious groups in Kerala. They build up the infrastructure with the money extorted from the believers and then appoint as staff people who can pay hefty donations in the name of infrastructure. The state government will pay the salary of the staff. The private management will rake in millions by way of donations from job-seekers who are usually the third-class graduates from rich-class families. And there are no students to study in these schools because they are all Malayalam medium. Every Malayali wants to go to Europe or North America and hence Malay
12 comments
Read more

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart
13 comments
Read more

Terror Tourism 2

Terror Tourism 1 in short : Jacob Martin Pathros is a retired school teacher in Kerala. He has visited most countries and is now fascinated by an ad which promises terror tourism: meet the terrorists of Dantewada. Below is the second and last part of the story. Celina went mad on hearing her husband’s latest tour decision. “Meet terrorists? Touch them? Feel them?” She fretted and fumed. When did you touch me last ? She wanted to scream. Feel me, man , she wanted to plead. But her pride didn’t permit her. She was not a feminist or anything of the sort, but she had the pride of having been a teacher in an aided school for 30-odd years and was now drawing a pension which funded a part of their foreign trips. “I’m not coming with you on this trip,” Celina said vehemently. “You go and touch the terrorists and feel them yourself.” Celina was genuinely concerned about her husband’s security. Why did he want to go to such inhuman people as terrorists? Atlas Tours, the agency which b
6 comments
Read more

Brownie and I - a love affair

The last snap I took of Brownie That Brownie went away without giving me a hint is what makes her absence so painful. It’s nearly a month and I know now for certain that she won’t return. Worse, I know that she didn’t want to leave me. She couldn’t have. Brownie is the only creature who could make me do what she wanted. She had the liberty to walk into my bedroom at any time of the night and wake me up for a bite of her favourite food. She would sit below the bed and meow. If I didn’t get up and follow her, she would climb on the bed and meow to my face. She knew I would get up and follow her to the cupboard where bags of cat food were stored.  My Mistress in my study Brownie was not my only cat; there were three others. But none of the other three ever made the kind of demands that Brownie made. If any of them came to eat the food I served Brownie at odd hours of the night, Brownie would flatly refuse to eat with them in spite of the fact that it was she who had brought me out of
6 comments
Read more