Tomichan Matheikal's blog

Before Nelliakkattu Bhagwati Donald Trump and Benjamin Netanyahu rose in my mind before anyone else as I stood in front of the Goddess of Nelliakkattu. I seldom pray for myself. I get on somehow with my own idiosyncrasies which I think even gods can’t do much about. A lot of missionaries of many gods tried to ‘reform’ me and failed miserably. They made me a failure too most of the time in the process. That’s how I decided to keep gods far away from my personal life. But I sort of like them - gods, I mean, not their missionaries, apostles, priests, yogis, and ministers. Gods are fun if you have ever cared to engage them in conversations. Kerala has a lot of gods and goddesses. In fact, every Hindu family of some historical repute has its own god or goddess. One such goddess is Nelliakkattu Bhagwati. She belongs to the Nelliakkattu family of Ayurvedic physicians. I’m treating the nascent cataract in one of my eyes with their medicines – a few eyedrops only. “You don’t have enough cat...

It’s no go the Yogi-Man, it’s no go Blavatsky, 1 All I want is a pack of cigars, and a pint of whiskey When the evening is spread out against the sky 2 Like a penitent bereft of his heavenly pie. Sorry, Descartes, I think, but I do not exist; Sorry, Bergson, I exist, but I do not change. Standing at the crossroads of life’s mid-way I look like a scarecrow scared of crows, Baffled by the tumbling turns of the tide, The flaming sword of Eden’s cherub onward To the battles and wars men fought with men: His own God’s own men, in the widening gyre. 3 It’s no go the bodhisattva, it’s no go the Mahatma, All they want is a bank balance, and a bit of sadhana On weekends to appease the thirst of the spirit That’s superannuated on a computer’s digit. Do not go gentle into that good night, my son, 4 Coat your lollipop with iron and your heart with chocolate, Fold your arms to the white of the priest’s habit, Shake your hand with the blah-blah of yo...