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I first came across Vaisakh Venugopal when I read his entry for a contest in June 2013. Soon after I read this post of his. I was taken up with his creative style and language. When I got to know him better and read more of his work, I was even more impressed. Quiet and unassuming, he is a man of many talents – writing, music and painting  are just some I’ve discovered. With Vaisakh, I always think there’s more talent to be revealed. I’m waiting. My one grouse is that he doesn’t write enough – or at least doesn’t post enough on his blog. Today I’m happy to showcase his work on our blog. Thank you, Vaisakh for your fantastic post!


Here’s how Vaisakh describes himself:  Compulsive thinker ¤ Aquarian ¤ Bibliophile ¤ Curious by nature ¤ Perseverant by choice ¤ Smitten by Music & Life ¤Occasional shutterbug ¤ Sporadic blogger
Connect with him on his blog The Museum Piece and follow him on Facebook , Twitter and Google +


Calmness of mind is a virtue that many people seek. The incessant emotions that churn around in one’s mind can easily push it into a state of turmoil, which is not a pleasant one. People want their minds to be calm, serene, and blissful. But an agitated mind is not one of utmost discomfort. I would give that distinction to an empty mind. A mind in which no action takes place. A mind populated by no ideas – banal or otherwise. A mind so full of void that one begins to feel suffocated. A mind like mine.

It is to escape from this perpetual nothingness that I decided to consciously bring in chaos into my mind. And no better a place to observe randomness than in nature itself. The rough sea, in fact. From my vantage point, I can clearly see the roaring waves crashing against the gigantic rocks and disappearing in a frothy mist. The turbulent motion of the waves helped me keep my mind busy. This outer disorder was the crutch which my paralysed mind used to push itself around. Without this, my mind will look for the turmoil inside – it will bring back memories. I am not yet strong enough to handle those.


Far ahead, I could see a small boat swaying in the waves. It was not out on the open sea, rather secured to a pole on the shore. It was just that the waves were quite strong and rough today. The motion of the boat was interesting and held my attention for quite some time.

Raghu has been quiet for a while now. Engrossed in some book perhaps. I know he is keeping mum deliberately so as not to break the thread of my thoughts. I am blessed to have someone like him as my aide.

“Do you see that boat over there, Raghu?” I asked.

“Yes, it was there the last time we visited too.” He replied without looking up. Though I couldn’t turn around and see, I could make it out by the way his voice sounded.

“I remember that. But the last time, it was not being punished like this by the sea.”

“Don’t worry, it is secured. Those waves are not going to pull it away.” said Raghu.

“No, no, I am not worried or anything.” I said.

True, I was not worried. But there was an uneasy feeling in my mind. The emptiness that I had in my mind was gone. There seemed to be a lingering uncertainty instead. Only, I couldn’t come to a conclusion why.

“It is a good sign, you see.” said Raghu after a few moments of silence.


“You thinking, and talking. Feels much better. I have your pen and notebook ready, anytime you need it.”

“I know, Raghu. I will get back to writing. I just need some more time. I need to set my mind in motion. Fill it with chaos and then let everything settle down to order. It is empty as of now.” I said.

“That’s impressive! You should really get on with your writing, you know.” said Raghu.

“Soon, but not now. I am getting my mind ready. You can’t drive a car without starting the engine, can you?”

“You can push it.”

“That’s exactly what I am doing now.”

“I see the ideas are coming along fine.” replied Raghu with a smile.

“That boat, Raghu. The way it is holding on. Something is in my mind, but I can’t put a finger on it.”

“What about the boat?” he asked.

“I don’t know. “ There was a pause as we both ran out of ideas to drive the conversation forward. The initial phase of silence came back. But my mind was busy. A couple of minutes passed by like this. Then I asked him, ”Raghu, tell me, how important is for one to have belief?”

“Belief in what?”

“In something. In someone. In some cause. Anything.”

“Well it depends, doesn’t it? It is all upto the person whether or not to believe in something.”

“Maybe. But in this world – if you allow me to be trite, in this relentless, unforgiving world – it does help to have a belief. To have something to hold on to, don’t you think? At times when everything else fails, to have that one iota of hope, even if not real, just to help you keep your head above the water?” I asked.

“That is an interesting perspective. At times when all is lost, having something to hold on to would be a big relief.” Raghu concurred.

“Indeed.” I said, having got the confirmation that my line of thought was agreeable. Up above, the clouds were forming some strange shapes. The clouds, combined with the purplish-yellow color in the backdrop, made the the sky look like something out of a surrealistic painting.

“See the sky, Raghu. The twilight playing on that bizarre cloud. Beautiful. It looks so serrated. There is beauty in disorder, don’t you think? Chaos in the skies, chaos in the seas. Perfect!”

Raghu turned around in his position and craned his neck to see where I was looking.

“Well that, is a Cumulonimbus.” he said. “The night is going to be rough out there. Tell you what, I think we should go in now. The light is dropping quickly, and by the looks of it, a storm is on its way.”

“Right then. I guess my mind has taken in enough for the day. Now I can just sleep over it and probably will have some ideas to jot down tomorrow. Could you please pass me my crutches?”

Raghu helped me get up from my chair and gave me the crutches. I slowly made my way back into my room. Raghu started clearing up the place outside and bringing in the chairs. On reaching the threshold of the room, I turned back to take a last look at the waves. I saw the boat, bobbing up and down, holding its ground inspite of the roaring waves thrashing against it.

The rest of the evening and the night was all a blur. I only remember getting into the bed with a book in hand. Sometime in the morning I woke up. I had imagined that the uneasy feeling would go away if I sleep over it. But somehow, my mind was still searching for answers. I took my crutches and slowly made my way out of the room to the sea-facing French window. I found that Raghu was already out there, sipping a cup of coffee.

He turned as he heard me coming, and said, “Good morning! Had a great sleep, I assume.”

“Not really. It was a sound sleep of course; but not the kind that answers one’s questions.”

“Sleeps that answer questions?” asked Raghu, a tinge of incredulity in his voice.

“Sometimes they do, yes.”

“Ah okay, I take it that you had a dreamless sleep.. Which is good at times.” said Raghu.

I ran my gaze along the length of the shoreline ahead. Something seemed amiss. The boat. It was missing. I could make out the outline of the pole that it was secured to last night. But the boat was not to be seen anywhere. Where is it?

“Looking for the boat?” asked Raghu. His voice suddenly brought me back from my trance.

“Huh?! Ah, yes. The boat. Where is it?” I asked.

“Bad news buddy. The storm was pretty strong last night. You see those planks over that rock near the pole? That is all what’s left of the boat.”

“Oh my! Looks like the boat was smashed on to the rock by the waves.” I exclaimed.

“Yes,” said Raghu, “looks like it would have been safer out in the sea.”

“Queer, isn’t it? The pole was supposed to secure the boat from floating away. But somehow, it spelt doom for the boat.”

I stood there, contemplating. Raghu reached over, took the coffee pot and poured some coffee into a mug. He then offered it to me. “Here, have some coffee. You will need something to wash down your thoughts.”

“Right,” I said as I absent-mindedly took the mug from him.

We sat there in silence, once again observing the raw power of nature; the chaos.

“Raghu, we were talking about belief yesterday.” I said after about five minutes of listless observing.

“Yes, we did. What of it?” he asked.

“I just thought of another perspective of it. And guess what? This probably answers the confusion in my mind.”

“And that is..?” asked Raghu, with an expectant look on his face.

“..that we should probably have belief, as we said yesterday, but then, we should know when to let go. You know, clutching on to stale beliefs and memories might do more harm than good. Memories and beliefs are good to survive when you are drowning, but once you are up and floating, you should move on. Isn’t that so?” I asked.

“Yes, that makes sense. And all the better, since you are saying that with a lot of conviction, which was not there yesterday.” replied Raghu.

After a pause of few seconds, he asked, “You want your notebook and pen?”

“Yes, I might as well start writing. And please refill my coffee, mate. The engine is up and running. It needs the fuel now.” I found myself grinning as I said this.

“My pleasure,” said Raghu as he took the empty mug from me.

As I made myself comfortable in my chair, I again shifted my focus towards the sea. To draw in its chaos. Far ahead, I could vaguely make out a few planks of wood floating away. The ones that broke the shackles, I mused.

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  1. Sujith P G Sujith P G March 23, 2014

    Very nice work my friend……. really great…..

  2. Asha Bhagyanath Asha Bhagyanath February 22, 2014

    Your contemplation on the existential void and finding a solution with your own philosophy was simply marvellous, Vaisakh. The right way to progress in life. Keep up your work. God bless you!

  3. Aditi Aditi February 10, 2014

    Vaisakh pure brilliance!! I loved this story… Its meaning… Kudos! “Memories and beliefs are good to survive when you are drowning, but once you are up and floating, you should move on”

  4. Proactive Indian Proactive Indian February 7, 2014

    Vaisakh, this was a beautifully written, thought-provoking post! As Richa commented, it sank in slowly, in fact it’s still sinking in. I’m not surprised you don’t post frequently: masterpieces can’t be created every day!

    Belief is important, but there must also be a true sense of detachment.

    Thank you, Corinne.

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 8, 2014

      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚ yes, being detached can help at a later stage, when time comes to move on.. πŸ™‚

  5. Richa Singh Richa Singh February 7, 2014

    Vaisakh it is a masterpiece. I took time to read it. I had a feeling it was one of those reads which sink in slowly and surely..

    I wish I could tell you in words as to how much you have moved me through this piece..

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 7, 2014

      Thanks a lot Richa.. really happy that this was worth your time πŸ™‚

  6. geochan antony geochan antony February 7, 2014

    Wow Vaisakh, I never knew about this. You penned it so beautifully about belief and the right moment to let go!! Luvd it.Keep writing..
    “Ctrl+D” from me

  7. Vidya Sury Vidya Sury February 7, 2014

    Dear Vaisakh,

    You are a magnificent writer and this story is just beautiful. Won’t you please continue writing it – as part II? You have to!

    What a wonderful way with words. I am so happy to see you here! You have a great talent – and I look forward to seeing more of your work!

    Thank you Corinne. What a treat to see Vaisakh here!

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 7, 2014

      Thanks a lot Vidya πŸ™‚ I’ll certainly consider continuing this story. I happy and honoured to be here too πŸ™‚

  8. Pixie Pixie February 6, 2014

    That was brilliant. The chaos and the confusion is captured beautifully.

    You really should write more Vaisakh! πŸ˜€

    And yes, I’m a believer. and for me – letting go is the hardest thing to do sometimes..
    But, I’m learning to and I haven’t stopped believing.. πŸ™‚

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 7, 2014

      Thank you πŸ™‚ yes, letting go can be harder than it seems. But it has to happen, or else we will move on physically, but our minds will be frozen in time.. 😐 Sorry.. became too philosophical.. πŸ˜€

  9. Eli Eli February 6, 2014

    Growing up by the sea, and being used to having the sea mirroring my own state of mind.., I truly loved this story! The wilderness and chaos on one side and the quiet and peace of quiet sea on the other! A beautiful way with words, that brings the story alive:-)

  10. Sheethal Sheethal February 6, 2014

    “Memories and beliefs are good to survive when you are drowning, but once you are up and floating, you should move on.” …. I believe and cling to this…. loved the way you created the magic between peace and chaos.

    P.S. Thaadikara…. Another perfect job. πŸ™‚

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 6, 2014

      Thank you, glad that you liked it Sheethal.. and that you agree to those views.. πŸ™‚

  11. Sulekha Sulekha February 6, 2014

    Corinne, you were right about Vaisakh and his creative abilities. I could see the fury of the turbulent sea and was drenched in the sprays of the lashing waves. I could also see his amazing story unfold in front of my eyes.

    Vaisakh, it was a pleasure to read your thoughts here. I agree with you about holding on to old memories and beliefs only until you are in need of help but once your head is above the water, it is better to let them go. Will be hunting for more of your stories and articles to read at your blog, now that I have read your amazing post.

  12. Rainbow Hues Rainbow Hues February 6, 2014

    I am a believer! I believe in most things around me and the ones I hear about too. For me, my belief makes me keep going …I need that for something to hold on to…and hence these lines resonated with me – ‘it does help to have a belief. To have something to hold on to’

    I loved the thought behind ‘clutching on to stale beliefs and memories might do more harm than good’ and hence one breaks.One must be able to evolve even if its a belief.

    I loved this post, Kudos, Vaisakh πŸ™‚

    • Vaisakh Venugopal Vaisakh Venugopal February 6, 2014

      Belief keeps us going; true that, Kajal. Glad that you liked this. Thanks πŸ™‚

  13. Kathy Kathy February 6, 2014

    You perfectly captured the contrast between chaos and peace and your imagery of the sea was brilliant! β™₯

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