Kalyan – A small spiritual promise!

Time flowed past me and I onlooked. Life was on collateral as time ironed a few incongruities.

Rewind……

I was then a seven year old, atmost eight. I unveiled the small veil that hid the white letters of ‘Kalyan’, my family’s house at Ernakulam. The house warming back then!

The house was no mere project. It had a lot of earthwork and foundation issues for it was made for full five storeys. It had the blessings of engineers at the Harbour Engineering Dept. Ours would not be a small house.

Kalyan means a drive for spiritual progress and enlightenment, said my father when I once quizzed him non-stop ‘Why kalyan?’. Like how that quest is bedrocked in foundations deep, our humble house too. It is much like the Dana building in the FountainHead, a building that will do its purpose. Speaks a lot about the man behind! As simple, as austere and as ‘spacious’ ! No frills, no sops! And I liked it.

Canfin Homes had a heyday; its manager had a few feasts. A few feasts later the dream was re-born. The first floor! A few years had passed. Time had flowed past me as I onlooked. Life had been on collateral as time was ironing out a few incongruities.

I lost my old man not his dreams.
I lost my father but not his words.
I lost his company in prayer but not his hymns and his prayers.
I lost his ailments but not their scars.
I lost him. I lost him, not. [Don’t mind the touch of Douglas’ Adams in all this]

Tomorrow I pack off to the queen of the Arabian. The house warming, now!!
Between there is still a promise, this time one I will keep.

A small one! A spiritual one!

The one that I would love to as a margi!

Kalyan- the spiritual thrust to merge in Him in man’s last breath.

So be it.