On a Friday Evening after praying Juma Prayer, inspired by friday speech of the islamic scholar, i decided to travel to the very first muslim religious masjid built in india,because his speech on the day was about the history of Indian Muslims. When i started my motor cycle wearing the gear and, i felt very religious mood and spirituality of islamic power to drive me. it had given me more power and determination. I grabbed my some books about Cheraman Masjid and islamic Propogation in kerala and muslim history and put them in bag for reading during my journey. Mostly , if my journey starts from my home, i stop my riding in Varkala Beach where there is Mango Guest House located. The host, Mr Sanu Rasheed is, like very nice brother of mine who treats me always best with his motivational advice about life and journey. His girl Friend Venessa always smiling at me, calls me her little brother. I stayed one night with them resting in the beautiful restaur...
I am thinking through the smoke of the herb. When was the first smoke of the herb coming to me... It formed a figure of stars and earth quick which intimidated me, as if i am going down and down deeper to the earth making holes to the hell, After touching the depth, i began to fly on the blue sky to touch the fog that seems to be the clothe of a sheep. No sooner could i touch the peak of sky, than i fall down in the chest of a smilkweed. Like zigzag, touching through the shade of leaves with feather of sun rays The moment, i had known how simple the life is... smoothly falling down. down to the bottom of land, crashing with all religious belief, fighting against all superstitions.. No pain, No sorrow.. But a deeper sensation to realize how the life is terrifying the people. Love cannot come out in breathe this way only with the help of this herb for wisdom... I sat there down falling down on the bed.. i got scared to open my eyes for a while.. While i am op...