No need of local traveling, so to feel calm inside I select to wear the local dress.  Cotton ‘dhoti’ and cotton slack shirt.  Here in this tropical region you feel cool with light dressings. Traditional dress is white dhoti and shirt. Dress must suit the tradition, environment, climate and occasion of wearing it.  Dhoti is a piece of cloth, tied at the waist and hung loose at the legs which is mostly white in color and covers with loose ends up to ankles.  In this Southern part of India the Dravidian style of Costumes dominate. It is hassle free to wear and easy to maintain and allow complete freedom of movement. The changing life styles and occupational demands generally we opt to wear trousers, jeans, shirts etc.  So it is a jolly free day and I wear dhoti and cotton shirt and feel free and at home.

The love from family members, fiends and relatives (and even from old girl friends).  I know LOVE itself is a relative term.  Theories say that to get love you have to give love.  Scriptures advocates that the love has to be given without selfish deeds.  That is when you love some one just love and don’t expect back anything from them. It is all good in theory and spiritual level.  The pain from not getting the love is something which makes you mad. I am getting relaxed from the pain that  it is all very relative, because the love today you feel towards some one will turn to be hatred tomorrow and vice versa. Now my inner mind says the way I feel love is not the real love, it is only manipulation of selfish of my physical embodiment.  Let the argument take its own course, the reality is the life without getting the love in return is like a desert without trees, no greenery in it. No life init and is vacuum.

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May be it is during my retired period I feel it so dear that any small separation from them hurt me seriously.  Sometimes other members are busy and the engagements of day to day life make them away from me, which disturbs me with the feeling of   avidness. I occasionally feel that all the matters are not discussed with me and they try to avoid me, irrespective of my hard work to earn through out my life to earn for their happiness.  These I know is lead by selfish feelings, but irritate me occasionally.  During my service days, I was away from family and even could not attend many of the important family functions.  I feel now whether the guilty consciousness is making me attach deeply with the family members even very sensitively.  The inter relationship of each member I watch very carefully to observe that each and every member is keeping the relation with due respect and intimacy.  This eagerness sometimes causes friction in my feelings as if everything is in my control.

Learn bicycle riding was one of the greatest wishes during the childhood.  I watched the riding of bicycle by elder boys in the street with great enthusiasm. Then I thought it was one of the most enchanting technique by which one can go from one place to another without walking. Just roll on wheels to anywhere as you liked and it was like flying of the bird freely in the air. My request for learning the bicycling was finally agreed by my father and has engaged one of my cousin brother to teach me.  I was little bit fat on those days.  I found it very difficult to climb up the cycle and balancing without falling down. We did not own a bicycle, hence were to hire one from the nearest bicycle shop. Somehow with the help of my cousin brother I managed to balance with great effort. One day evening after school my ‘bicycle teacher’ the cousin brother left his cycle   at our door step without locking. I was thrilled to ride alone, got hold of the cycle and climbed on it. I tried to give side to a car coming on the opposite direction, which threw me off into a bid ditch.  When I was conscious I was in bed in hospital with heaviness of plastered broken leg and hand. The sad thing is this has delayed my independent bicycle riding for another two years.