A new comer

I am new to this world, I mean to the world of blogging. It was a long cherished one of mine to write something here. This world was first introduced to me by my frnd Mr.Rahul, who is a blogger with a lot of readership. But what to write was the unanswerable question. I started thinking what must I scribe, the thinking went for about 3 years and I couldn't find an answer to satisfy myself. 

I started traveling from my younger days. traveling with my father, who was an illustrious gentleman, describing my father will not be much easy. I have limited literature and my words wont be enough to sketch a person like him.  He taught me cultures, histories, stories of great people, as he himself was a great biographer, A son born to my father in his 50th year was I, hence he loved me, than anything in this word. He gave me a great name Sanakan, which comes from the Hindu Purana, there was a great maharshi, who was always filled with hunger and anger. But till his last breath he never called me in that name rather called me in another name which I feel is almost dead now as there is no one else to call me that sweetly. The pet name was his grandfathers name. I started growing up and he became older and older but his soul and mind was energetic than the Himalayas. He took me where ever he traveled, he taught me to jump into a running bus, detrain and entrain a running train. Nehru was imprisoned and hence he wrote ‘Glimpses of World History’ for his daughter Indira, but I was blessed, my father taught me lively and I started learning Alphabets from this great person. I know that every father in this world loves his children. Everyone in this world has thousand tongues to speak about his parents.  I too have the same. He taught me many hidden secrets and many stories which took place in the Political histories of India and Kerala. I was much acquainted with this subject and showed keen interest. I started sketching people and wrote and prepared profiles on them. My father had written the Biography of Ex Min Shri. R.Balakrishna Pillai in 1984 and when I showed interest to bring out revised edition my great father showered blessings whole heartedly and gifted me a pen to start the work. Now I have completed the work and its in the publishing bed. My father breathed his last in my lap on Dec 25^th last year. A day which is unforgettable for me like any son in this world. A day which broke out calmly but the sunset was rude to me by grabbing the breath of my father. He taught me that death is inevitable but the Almighty was rude to me. I can feel my father in every breath which I inhale.

I know I have travelled out of my subject, Here I would sketch people and go through some political investigations and like to draw some views of mine here. I seek the Blessings of my father with folded hands. Bless me… Bless me …. Bless me…