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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest..

Last week, a random search on the Internet took me to this blog – ‘Cuckoo Forest School‘ (The school is situated at Puliyanur Village, Singarapettai).

After having spoken to one of Cuckoo’s members, Sivaraj, I figured that the last phase of the workshop was coming to an end. And now, after spending about 4 days with this birdie, I believe I had one of the best lifetime’s experience, reinventing myself.

I will let the pictures do some talking.

On our way to the construction siteIMG_3235

Bird farm under constructionIMG_3290

 Fancy shelters at the siteIMG_3215

 The breath-taking view at the site – the school will be surrounded by these beautiful mountainsIMG_3286

 Mommy and her pretty looking chicksIMG_3287

 blues, greens, browns and more hues. IMG_3298

 …our humble abodeIMG_3283

One of Cuckoo’s volunteers playing Raag ‘Durga’IMG_3284

Orientation on alternative medicine and the wise man answered to all of our endless questions.  Special mention goes to the boy  (let’s call him DJ) wearing blue=black t-shirt in the picture. For literally being the center of attraction. IMG_3293 

Aatha, Apaththa, Paati. We adorned her with various names. But, all she lovingly did was, to feed us amazing food.IMG_3289

To end this journey, with one of my favorite black and white moment. IMG_3296

From the morning chores to working at the site; from the Frisbee games to rhythm sessions with the kids; from the night walk to early morning runs through the village, from the mafia games to the antaksharis, we have had the best of times in the past few days.

Thank you Cuckoo Family (you all know who you are!) for being super awesome.

I went with naught expectations and came back to civilization, having discovered a treasured melody, named ‘Cuckoo Forest School.’

For more details, get in touch with: Sivaraj +91 99656 89020 / Senthil +91 99024 10113

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she had a soul.

that needed another soul.

another soul,

that could see her flaws, yet found her beautiful.

that knew she had crumbled in the past, yet saw strength in her.

that knew all her weakness and didn’t judge her.

that wanted to make her smile no matter what and be her best in everything.

that was equally broken and beautiful.

that could see life only with her.

that one soul, she awaited for.

to whom,

she could completely give herself and

be her.

Between birth and death, life happens.

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Little we realize the worth of our living. Every day counts. Every moment counts. Why? It’s our life. What happens between birth and death is what we make of our life.

I have known him for over 25 years now. He’d literally seen me grow up. He’s one man who would sit amidst the gathering and smile at me. In an encouraging way. Our only mode of interaction was music. I would sing and he listened to all of it patiently.

A year ago, I met him at his place. The building’s name being — Swathi Towers. Maybe, he was fond of me because of my name. Now, I can only assume. So, a year ago, it was a period, where I was experimenting with baking and had made some egg-less sugar-less brownies. I wanted him to taste some of them. He did. And, in that one meeting, several times he exclaimed — “I am perfectly alright.”

Its been over a year since we met. I haven’t seen him in my / any concerts. I also heard in between that he had limited his social activities drastically. Only because, he had found his interaction with ventilators and chemotheraphy machines more useful.

He was fighting a virus. A deadly virus. What did he do to contract this? No one knows. Probably destiny.

Today, all we know of him is that — He was a man of ideals, good habits, great virtues, known for his sincerity and dedication, one who remained positive throughout and followed every ritual fondly.

And for me, I would miss that genuine comforting smile while I sing.

Rest in peace L S Muthukumar.