Thing to think

"Helloo.. Amma, I have got my first job :). I got in the first company itself which came to college. Just now the results were announced and I wanted to tell you first. What happened amma? Are you not happy? Are you crying?"

"Helloo.. Amma.. How are you? Have you been eating properly?"
"Yes son.. But now I don't care all those things. My life is almost over. I am getting older. You tell. How are you?"
"I am ok amma. Lots of work. Quite busy nowadays. I will call you later"
"Ok then. Bye"

"Hello Achamma(Grandmother).."
"Yes son.. I have been eager to talk to you. It has been quite a long time. When will you come to see me?"
"I am not sure about when I would be coming. But I will come and meet you when I come for sure. How is your health?"
"My leg still pains. I am finding it very difficult to walk nowadays."
"Take care of your health achamma.Meet doc if possible.Don't do too much of work" 
"Ok son. Now don't waste money. Sleep now"   
"Ok achamme.. I will call later."

"Helloo Amma. I am having some work, so I may not be able to come for Onam"
"Is it so? Would you be coming anytime after that?"
"I can only come next month. There are no tickets also available"
"Your grandmother is sick. She was telling she wants to see you."
"I will see her next time when I come there"
"Ok son. Don't waste money in all these calls. Take care and bye".

"Hi son.. We are not having any celebration this time. Without you, what onam celebration?
It would have been good if you had come. Who knows if I would be there or not on next Onam"
"What are you talking amma? Don't talk like this. I will come there soon"

"Haan acha.. What happened? Didn't sleep till now? It is very late."
"Son.. Your grandmother passed away. She was asking if she can see you even the day before"....

I didn't know what to do. Its over and I can't redo the past anymore. I used to thing I will never repent in future for anything that I do. Now I am repenting this and I would repent this my whole life. I was not with her when she actually needed me. She loved me a lot and always wanted me to be with her.

Now, it is more than six years I have been working away from my house, now quite far that I will not be able to reach home even in one day. Sometimes my amma tells that she has not even seen me properly after I have grown up. She tells that after school, I had left home and then it is rare that she has seen me. My father sometimes asks if I can get some job nearby? I used to just hear that and then forget it. May be I was selfish.

As a person without any aim in my life, I had decided that I will at least try giving happiness to my near and dear ones. Wanted my parents to be happy.Till I got a job, I think I have tried my level best to do that. But after that, I don't know how things changed. Yes, I know my parents would be happy even now as I can look after myself now. But I am not very sure if they are really happy.

Something which was implicitly said many times was never understood by me. Any parents would want their children near them. But then, they cannot tell it to me. How can parents intentionally interfere in their kids future? It may be good for him that he works where he is presently. We cannot force him to leave his career for our happiness. But as a son, I should have understood that. It is not when they are young, they need us. It is when they are old, they need us. Till we were not self sustained, they were with us. Now, when they need us, we are nowhere near them. They depend on neighbors or others whom they don't even know. This was never my purpose.


Now I think what if I had avoided that software delivery and had gone to meet my grandmother??
But thinking is the only thing I can do and repent.

Near Death Experience

I am hearing the sound of ambulance. I was sleeping and suddenly why this sound?
Let me just open my eyes and see.Oh. Its me inside the ambulance. I can see my body
there. Am I already dead? Or I am still living? They have oxygen mask still on my
face, so I guess I am still alive.

I don't want to die sooo soon. Hope I would reach hospital on time. There is huge traffic
here but I can see people making way for me. Good. Might be because of Ambulance sound.
I still have hopes. I know the way. It is tidel road now. So in another half an hour
maximum, I would be at Appolo. Don't know if I should be happy, but i have hopes.

I have reached the signal near IIT Madras. Why suddenly the traffic have stopped??
There is no way in which the vehicle can go now. What happend? I am loosing my life slowly.
Hope it will go off soon. None of the vehicle is moving. I do't think I can wait any
longer.

What is this? Am hearing some other noises similar to Ambulance. I think it is some
elected candidate going. I myself had given vote for him. Till now, other than corruption,
he has not done anything. Why are they blocking the road for him? There is nothing urgent
social service for him to do. He can slowly reach destination and do his corrupt social
service. Here I am dying. I think its almost over. The last think that I can see is my
elected candidates face. Everything went blank. I just wished if I had my last moments in
Kerala other than Chennai, I might be alive.

What is this?? Did I get a second chance? Am again in ambulance. I think God heard my
wish. I am in Kerala. I can see Malayalam sign board. I will live now. Its i almost
night 12. The roads are empty and only this ambulance. I am happy. I will reach hospital
very soon, and I will be fully alive. But what is this?? I can hear stones hitting the
ambulance. Poor driver stopped the vehicle and ran away. I don't know how it got over.
It was again blank. Nothing left. Just remembered someone saying, "Don't you know its
whole Kerala Bandh from tonight?? How can you take the vehicle out? Run or you also would
be in Ambulance".

I understood that it was in a much faster way I reached near God. That is why I guess it is
called God's own country.

Anyways, fate of an Indian is, whatever God wishes, your life would be decided by politicians
and political parties whom we elect to spend our money for their well being.

Foolishness or Honesty

I got my first pay-slip. The amount was not enough. It was less than what I was told.
I went through the pay-slip again. Its true. It was not my mistake. It was less than I expected.I started analysing it and found the major culprit. It was something called
income tax. I was wondering that I have to work hard, almost 12 hours a day and then
I have to pay tax to the government. I was irritated. Why is it like this? If government
wanted money, let them also work hard, why taking my hard earned money? ;P.

It was pretty childish. Anyone who is reading this would have thought the same.
It has been more than 5 years since I am working. But I know the thought was not silly.I feel I was right.

I asked myself about this. What good this money does? First answer was, it is this
tax money that is given as salary to government employees. When I got this answer,
I felt my previous thought was a big mistake. My father was a government employee.
His salary was just Rs. 3000. I had to depend on bank loan for my studies. I thought
if government had more money, govt officials like my father would have
got a better salary and their families would have had a better living. But
even now, the government servants gets a similar salary. Nothing has
changed.

Next answer that I found was govt uses it to give us better roads and better medical facilities.
That was something great. Roads determine how well a place develops. It was a great thing
that was happening with tax. So I happily drove my car, for which I have already given enough
road tax(don't know why separate tax again) on our roads. Result: My car is now in service
center because of suspension issues which arose because of gutters and pot holes in the great
roads. I would be paying a very good bill which has enough Value added tax in that. So, further
money to government. I felt the tax system is like a money chain. I give road tax and income
tax. Govt make very bad roads with that so that they get value added taxes for bills that
we have to give for our vehicle service. By the way, I missed out a strange thing here. While
I was driving, I found some good roads. I was happy but suddenly someone stopped me and started asking money. For using that road, my tax money is not enough. TOLL. This is what they called. So, again its from my pocket. I was wondering if robbery has become public.

I wanted to stop thinking about tax after my car condition. But as I mentioned, govt starts hospitals where there are free service to patients. At least something good is happening with my
money. I was relieved. But alas. What is this? I control taking news paper in my hand.
I can't read the news. I can't accept anything happening in this world. But it was really
boring day and I took the newspaper. Good news was that a lady gave birth to a boy on
the road. At least future Indian generation is lucky enough to see the roads made by
taxpayers during birth itself. Now, the lady and new born got such an opportunity
because they were thrown out of govt hospital. My frustration was increasing.
I had to console myself. I had to find where my tax money was going.

I know how much my father was getting. I know how good the roads are. Now I know
how well the medical facilities are also. So where is all the money going. I was looking for
answers. Thought a lot. But I couldn't find an answer. Suddenly, my eyes went to the
newspaper again. I was seeing certain amounts of money. I tried to find the number
of zeroes in that. I was not able to get it soon.. It was 1000 crore. To be more clear on
number of zeroes, it would be Rs.100000000000. Why this big amount is there in news
paper? It was just one scam, CWG scam. Some game happening in India were there
was a corruption of this much amount. It gave me an answer where our tax money is
going. Our corrupt politicians are making a life with it. Checked for another news. It was
also a similar amount. Some 2G scam. Another hefty amount in crores. I cannot write
all those crores in this. India is full of scams. Something that we taxpayers should be
proud of. It was very clear to me where my tax money was going.

And us, poor software engineers are considered to be the richest in the world. Might be
because we are paying a lot of tax. Now coming back to the title. Are we really fools
to give our hard earned money to these corrupt politicians. They are very clever.
They take our money, and they even escape tax also. As I mentioned already, if
govt needs money, it should earn it. If I am giving my hard earned money, I need
to know where it is spend. It shouldn't be that I sit and read newspaper and learn
that Mr. Suresh Kalmadi has made a fixed deposit of average 1 cr Indians money
in his name. Its not for him that we are working. Some simple statistics are given
below. Interested people can read.

I have an emi of 25 K for my house. Every month, I lose this. I also give a tax of
8 K every month. If I don't waste this money on corrupt politicians, at least
I can finish of my loans a bit early. And, if I lose my job, govt is not going to give
back the tax amount that I gave for the last 5 years. I myself will have to take care.
So, its really foolishness doing this tax payment for no reason. It cannot be
called honesty. It can be just called foolishness.

After one day of thought again, I have got one more idea regarding the tax payment.
Instead of calling it as income tax, there can be another option. It can be termed as
Suresh Kalmadi corruption fund or Raja Corruption fund. It has two advantages.
We are not ignorant about where our tax money is going. Second advantage is we need
not go behind that again for filing returns at the end of the year as there would be
no returns. There is one more advantage which I had thought but I was not sure
if it would be same in India. If we don't pay income tax, its a criminal offense. But
if it is for funds like this, I hope Indian govt will not make it a criminal case if we
don't pay it ;-).

God is confused!!

The alarm was ringing.. It was a little cold. It was difficult to get up. After a long hard

work of creation I was resting. But the alarm was for the next task. Assigning the re-birth.

So let me check the list. Today, its the list of people who gave their life for

others. I had not planned for their death but they were interested in saving

the lives of people who were destined to die. So, now I have the duty of

giving rebirth to them.

Normally, I send them to the same place where they came from. So its the time now.

Let me go and meet their souls. Since they were good souls, I am going to

give them an option of which place to go.

"Hello All,

I appreciate you all as you gave up your life for someone else. So you can tell

which part of India you need to go. Do you want to go to "God's own country,

Kerala", or the "Paradise on Earth, Kashmir", or the place where you lost

your life or where you belonged, MUMBAI? Today, Indians are remembering

you and I want to give them back their Heroes. So, please tell me where do

you want to go?"

I was really surprised hearing their reply. "If it is India, we don't want to go

there, let it be any place. If it is a must that we have to get a rebirth, then

please let us go to any other country. We don't know how other countries are,

but we very well know how India is."

But this reply was not satisfactory for me. I had made the most beautiful

country, India, and now they are refusing to go to India. I wanted reasons.

I asked them to justify their demand.

The answers that I got really made me think about my decisions. I was

previously confused why people are suffering in India, but I think now

I got the answer for all my doubts.

Among the crowd, one took initiative and started his story.

"I Loved India more than anything. I had pledged all Indians as my

brothers and sisters and it was my responsibility to protect them.

When terrorists attacked Mumbai, my place, I could have hid somewhere

and saved my life, but I had other thoughts. I went and faced them and

I lost my life. But just when I was out of my body and I came out,

I understood that the bullet proof dress that I wore confidently and went

in front of terrorist were of low standard. Our corrupt politicians and

officials filled their pocket and supplied this to the police. And all this while, I convinced myself

thinking that our nation is a poor nation with 30 percent below poverty line.

So, its difficult to get proper bullet proofs and weapons.

I didn't have any other options other than shedding tears on the rest of lost

Indian lives that night. Just before entering heaven, I was happy to

get the news that one terrorist was killed and other was arrested. Good,

at least he would get the deserved punishment. But, it has been three years

now, he is under the most secure custody.

I believed that Indians have some courage and backbone when they caught

him. But now, seeing this, I just feel that if we go back, our lives would be

still a waste. We would again lose our life for no reason, for no use. Now

I feel how cheap our lives are in India. In the Indian heaven News Paper,

I could find corrupt politicians black money worth billions. In that billions,

ten percent would have been enough for buying proper weapons for police.

As I lost my life for such a country, I feel like I am a real fool who used think

about losing life for my country is pride. I pity the army jawans who lose

their lives in Kashmir for no reason. Even their lives are going in

vein. So, this is not just my wish, it is the wish of all of us who lost our life in

Mumbai attack saving Indians, that please don't send us back."

I didn't have anything much to say. As I mentioned before, they were not

destined to die then. It was Kasab, who had to die. His time was up on

2008, 26/11. But Indians are somehow protecting him. Now, even I can't

reach him in any ways as he is with that protection.

Hearing to this justification, I can't send them back to India. But, India was

my best creation. Now, none of the good creations of mine are willing to go

back to INDIA. Only corrupt politicians, or murderers, criminals, and that

too from all over the world want to go to India as they know that they

will have the best life in India. Not even a single good person who has come

doesn't want to go back.

I am really confused about what has to be done!! Will my best creation

be a place for criminals?? Only "I don't know who" knows!!

"Oh.. Why is this failure alarm ringing again? What happened? I had
assigned the task of taking lives to Yaman. Did he fail again? Let me go
and see.........

What is this? A resignation letter!!!"

"Forgive me God.. This is the nth time I am going to take life of Kasab.
But Indians have given him such a good security that even I cannot reach
there. I am resigning from my job. Please forgive me as I was not able to
finish the assigned task.

Yours Faithfully,
Yaman"

P.S: I had to write this as how a God thinks. I don't know if it is right or
wrong.If it was me who had lost my life in the Mumbai terror attack,
I would never feel proud ofloosing my life as it was real waste. Hope
at least now, there would be justice done to the souls of Hemant Karkare,
Vijay Salaskar and Ashok Kamte and many more Indians like this.

"Sir, Do You know Malayalam??"

After a day of work, I was very tired. As usual I kept the earphones of my iPod and started walking back to my house. The player setting was in random. The songs were coming randomly. I started feeling very happy as all the songs that came up were my favorites.


I was walking at a brisk pace through the crowds in front of travel agency when an old, looking, weak, person came in front of me and asked “Do you know Malayalam”. I stopped for a moment and told him that I don’t know Malayalam. I was a bit surprised, as generally the question should have been “aapko hindi maalum hai sir”. But this was different. I started moving forward. Then when I turned back, I saw him going to other people standing there and asking the same. I felt like he is in a big trouble and he wanted help. His face reflected that. It made me to walk back and I asked him of what he wanted.
Then it was a story of suffering that I could hear from him. It was that he had come to Bangalore looking for a job. He is the only person to support his family. But unfortunately, he couldn’t find any job here. He wanted to return to his native and he wanted some money to buy ticket.


That moment, my brother’s story went through my mind. He had lost his purse while he was traveling from his college to house. He didn’t have a single penny in his hand. So he had to ask or literally beg from others to get some money to reach the house. The only thought that I had was if it was my brother or my father in his place and I was a stranger to him, then what would I expect myself to do. So he asked me two hundred rupees. I initially thought why 200. Then he told that he already has 200 and if he includes this, he will have the correct money for the tickets. So I thought there need not be any second thought if you are helping someone and I gave it to him.


Is the story over? No. Not yet.
On the way back to my home, I was getting mixed feelings. Whether I have done something good or whether I was cheated? I called my parents and they told me that I am cheated and consoled me telling that it’s just first time and it was because of my ignorance. But the doubt was still in my mind. I told about the same to my friends and even they told me give Rs 20 maximum. Never more than that. Still I was confused.


It took one complete day for my mind to be clear. It was next day when I went with one of my friend for shopping when I found the same person walking there. I don’t know why he did not recognize me, but he came to me itself asking the same old question “Do you know Malayalam”. That’s it. It was the end of the story. My reply to him, something of least importance but the significance of this incident, very huge.


A normal person who has the mind to help others during their bad times, after such an incident, would refrain from that. A person who really deserves help would be left without any, due to such cheat people. A country which was the abode of people like Satyavadi Harischandra, Mahatma Gandhi etc is now a place where it is difficult to believe even a single person. I have no idea why people rely on lies to make money. A person, in today’s world can earn his living by telling truth and doing genuine things itself, may be he can’t have a luxurious life. Something that I always think is what these people get after cheating others, probably, money to buy a bottle of alcohol. But during their final stages of life, they will regret for what they have done.


So for any deed we do we should think when we are in our final stage of life, and we retrospect, we should not feel we have done something wrong. As that would be a time when we will realize that there will not be a second chance in life.

Lakshmi.. Sab aapki Maaya..

Let me start this by praying to Goddess Lakshmi, the Goddess of money and richness. The number of people who are becoming devotee of Lakshmi is increasing at a very huge rate. Yes, the demand and desire for money is increasing like anything. Be it in any way, people want to make money. Is it the influence of Kalyug or is it because everyone is loosing their basic values?? No, I don’t have an answer for it.
Fed up by seeing all these, I decided to go to temple and pray and calm my mind. Rather than going to a temple where Laksmi sits and complaining about money, I thought I will go to a Siva temple and pray for that. It was a temple in Ernakulam. I told all my problems to him and prayed to him that I get a job and lots of Laksmi(money) come to me[probably, effect of Kalyug, I also wanted money].


Everything was over and we were waiting for the prasadam. I was waiting for chandanam that they give. I had a habit of collecting and taking it to home so that I can put it on my forehead, every time I go to college. The poojaris gave a pinch of chandanam. I was very sad seeing the amount. I didn’t get any flowers. But my friend Hari was little richer than me. He gave poojari Rs.2. I was surprised to see that he was given some flowers and bit more chandanam. I looked around to see if there is any board which says that you have to pay Rs.2 to get the actual prasadam. Then something happened which was better than this. Aswin, another friend of mine, who was very rich then, gave Rs.10 to the poojari. Then I saw the prasadam coming in a banana leaf, which had lots of flowers, chandanam and my favorite unniyappam.. I thought, Lakshmi’s effect has started coming in siva temple also. “Devi Laksmi, sab aapki maaya..”.


Now I have started working and have started making money. Mere paas bhi Lakshmi aane lagi hai.. I am a person who loves going to temple. So for one of my holidays, me and my brother went to another temple. It was a huge queue to enter the temple. We could just see the deity’s prathishta and we were pushed out. Its told that you have to suffer a lot to see the god. I thought, in Kalyug, standing in queue for hours and getting pushed might be similar to that suffering and seeing god finally would be the reward for the suffering, a simulation of total life.

Again it was the time of prasadam. My brother and I went to that place. It was written in bold letters that receipt is required for the prasadam. Then the experience of Shiva temple came to my mind. Sometimes the effect of Lakshmi would have come here also. I will just try out. I took Rs.10 from my purse and gave it. No receipt and bills were asked for, I got the prasadam directly and easily. But my poor brother showed his hands there and just got the blessings from poojari ( no idea if it was blessings or words like “Ek bhi paisa nahin laaya, phir haath kyun faila rahi hain”). Again “Lakshmi Devi, sab aapki maaya”.

As a child, my immunity power was a bit less. I was always getting diseases. And as I have three very devotional ladies in my life (my mother and two of my grand mothers), I have many offerings to god, to complete. Fortunately, those offerings are not easy also. Since I am also a bit afraid of god, I don’t compromise on these offerings. So to just start one offering which was 21 days of bhajan in a temple, I was off for a one week holiday. I thought I will complete it in installments. I had to be in temple from morning to evening and eat the food that I get from there. It was the peak time and numbers of devotees coming were too much. The mini simulation of life had started. I was in temple for less time and in queue for more time. I thought, god is everywhere, so I will do my prayers in queue itself. But every time I reach near the prathishta, I see some people who directly enter to the temple without any queue. I thought probably they would be some privileged people or VIPs. I was a bit confused whether here also “Laksmi teri maaya” had started. But I could not confirm it then as I was pushed from behind and the queue had to move.
Majority time of my day went in queue to see the god and a bigger queue for food. All the people in that place, if there is a strike or some other problems comes there for food.


Now its night. I was sitting and reading bhagavatham, a book that I bought from there. I then saw many people, taking long stick to light the lamps surrounding the temple. I was very excited. I thought, finally, I can do something for god. I can light the lamps in his temple. I also went. The person coordinating this gave me a lighted stick and asked me also to join. I was very happy and did that. It was very hot, but I loved doing it. I went completely around the temple and lit the lamps. This was the last thing of the day. It was called Sheeveli. Then I would leave preparing to stand in queue next day. The routine in the night continued for three days. Third day, the person who used to give me the sticks to light the lamp called me and told that I have to give some money to that person (Amount not specified). I was a bit sad. Then understood that the effect has come to that temple also. The privileged people going into the temple without queue became privileged because of money and nothing else. The privilege level that you have increases in direct proportion with the money that flows from you hand to the devaswom peoples pocket.


These things happening were not at all right. Are the people standing in the queue fools to stand there and watch these things? Are the people who stand for long hours and get the receipt fools to see someone directly giving money and taking prasadam? I was thinking, at least in a place where it is told that god exists, people should not do it. Then I heard in a preaching that there are different types of Bhakthi. One among them was rajaswa bhakthi. Example for that is a person who tells, “You are now in front of god, please don’t use bad words.” Then as I mentioned, it should not be done just in temple but it should not be done in any other place. Money is important, but there are right ways to earn it. If people believe in something that is told in budhism, which is “We do not take anything from this world when we go, wise are the one who does not have anything of their own”, then there will not be this problem.



Meanings: Kalyug = It’s the period when Vishnu will be taking his 10th incarnation. It’s the time when Kali prevails in the world. Prasadam = Its something that you get from the temple, which has sandal, flowers and some sweets. Chandanam = Sandalwood paste. Poojaris = Priest Prathishta = Deity’s idol

Happiness..

Happiness is an emotion in which one experience feelings like satisfaction or intense joy. This is the definition that one can find about happiness. But then, how do you get such an experience? That is, how do you become happy?

For me, when I was in school, getting good marks in exam would have made me happy. When I was in college, getting a good job would have made me happy. Now when I am working at a place, the amount of money that I earn is making me happy. So to make it very clear happiness would be an emotion that you get when your desires are fulfilled.

Happiness is something that everyone likes. It’s an emotion that everyone would want to have. The next question would be how can you be happy always? Is there any way to satisfy all your desires? There will be many desires of yours which will not be satisfied even if you try for it. It would give results, but then, might be late which will make you sad. ‘Sadness’ is another emotion without which we would have never known the good feeling of happiness.

Happiness depends on a person’s perspective, the way in which he looks towards his life. As its told in Buddhism, desire is the cause of misery. So if you do not have any desire, then you can be happy. But as a normal human being its very difficult to live without having desires. If you do not have any desire, then you might find your life meaningless or purposeless. Here you have a contradiction. What next? You have a desire and you want to be happy. But if your desire is not satisfied, obviously you are unhappy. So what can be done is change the way you look at your desire. The happiness that you get by satisfying a desire is always short lived.
I needed a bike… I get a bike... I am happy… Now I want a car… I am sad, I don’t have it and I have no means to buy it… So when you consider life, expect this to happen always. So if one desire is not met, the only thing that you have to think is, the happiness that I would have got from that would have been for very short time, and obviously I am going to get a bigger desire.

Now going to perspective, if you are sad you can be happy. Just consider sadness as mere emotion. If you are a person believing in god, then you can take this emotion as something which helps to remind you about god. Because generally it is during sadness that we remember god. So you should be happy that the sad emotion that you have gave an opportunity for you to think about almighty god which in turn is good for you. Another example that I can give about the changing perspective would be, not to think that you will be happy if you are desires are satisfied or mould your desire in such a way that its about something selfless. Let it be something like, I am happy when the child who begs everyday in front of the temple gets one time good meal. This would give you some purpose in your life and also it helps to make you happy which is not short lived. Another way of being happy is to change the way in which you look at life in adversities. An example for this would be, T A Edison calling his wife to show her a once in a life time seen, which is his factory caught in fire and turning to ashes. It was an adversity, but the way he looks into it is different.

The happiness that we get from the worldly things is always short lived. At the end of life when you retrospect your life, then you will find that, you have not gained anything significant after a long life. The things about which you were sad were of least importance for you. So whenever you are sad, put yourself in a position of an old man thinking about his past life, and think how much importance you will have then, for the incident that made you sad now. Finally as its told in Bhagwat Gita, "Everything happens for good in your life", so just believe in this and happiness is yours.

P.S. Read at your own risk

What would I write???

Life.. Has anyone found what is the meaning.. There are some unanswerable questions like why do we live?, what is the purpose of our life? I tried to find answers for this. But till this moment, I have not succeeded. But still hope exists.. Its told that who does not hope to win has already lost.. So I am still in the hope.

Even if life has not given me its meaning, it has given me lots of experiences. Life is not always fare to everyone and in my case also it was not always.. So I have got both good things and so called not good things in the list of my experiences.. The journey of my blog will take the journey of my life together with it..

"We live by hope, admiration and love" William Wordsworth.

Yes, this journey has all the above things with which my life is moving happily even now.