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Monday, December 5, 2011

The Mullaperiyar Imbroglio..

The poets are getting ready to write an elegy; an elegy for the Mullaperiyar dam and the 3.5 million people who are supposed to leave earth soon.
3.5 million is an exaggerated number, a few may say, though it's not. That is the matter of humans. But what about the number of other living organisms ? It's really hard to do the statistics anyway.
It's been ages that the anxiety over Mullaperiyar was raised and the pot is still boiling.
The only thing Kerala demands is a new dam at the position of the existing one. And it is evident that there is no other solution for it.
Any person with a little commonsense will agree with the the fact that a 116 year old dam, which was predicted a life span of 50 years, should be rebuilt. But i can never understand on what basis the Government and politicians from Tamil Nadu are opposing it even the Kerala government has agreed to give them water as in the past. Even the Tamilians living in the vicinity of Mullaperiyar want the dam to be rebuilt. This is not just the problem of Malayalis only. Thousands of people from Tamil Nadu, North East India, Bengal, Andhra and other parts are working here. Who can guarantee all their lives ?
Here is given an outline of the aftermath of the Mullaperiyar dam collapse likely to be happened.
The Tamil Nadu politicians say that the Kerala politicians are playing with the people's emotions. Whether they are or not, the Keralites have only one emotion and demand. In fact, it is the TN politicians who are playing for some vested interests.
Even the country's most respected scientist and former President APJ Abdul Kalam said that the Koodankulam Nuclear Plant is cent percent safe. Still the people are on strike against it and the government supports it. Then what about a structure that is cent percent threat for millions of people and other creatures ?
A disaster is waiting to happen; a disaster that will be 200 times terrible than Hiroshima witnessed in 1945; a disaster that can break the spine of economy; a disaster that none want to face.
I reserve the respect to the people of Tamil Nadu and this is not to hurt anyone's emotions. But just to convey our emotions. This is not just triggered by emotions either. You should be able to see the logic behind it. Then you can understand what the real situation is..

Sunday, October 30, 2011

What we need more ? Formula 1 or Formulae to be No.1 ?

Today I came across the tweet of the central sports minister Ajay Makken. He tweeted, "When F1 is flagged off; as Sports Min I am laying foundation stone for 5cr synthetic track at P.T.Usha's academy in Koyilandi near Calicut."
I don't know, in what prospect, he came out with this words. Whether it was born out of his gladness to take part in the Usha school ceremony or the grief of not getting invited to the Indian GP. Anyhow, it made me think, in fact rethink, some of the matters that have been cliched with repeated discussions.
If you ask in which sports India has got an identity, then first answer would be cricket. Chess, Shooting, Badminton and a few more can be added to it. But still, considering the multisports events, it is terrible to see our standings. A country with a billion people, India is. Yet, what we got in the last Olympics were a gold and two bronze. When the countries with one-tenth of our population returned with pride, we were standing with 3 medals. Taking football or tennis into account, the things are not very much different. Once we were the kings of hocky, and now struggling to win a game. The people can blame the athletes, the easy thing to do. But, thinking from the side of the athletes, I cant. The most encouraged sports here are cricket and now F1. Badminton too, since there is one Saina Nehwal. Who sponsors these ? Mainly corporates. Because these sports have good market value. How many of these firms come forward to sponsor athletes and others. Only a few, since there can't be expected profit. The soul of sports is getting swallowed by the business interests. After getting fame with their talent, the athletes will find a queue of sponsors. He then has a brand value. But before that he/she is discouraged or even humiliated everywhere. The governments are little different. Who should be changed ? What should be changed ? How should be changed ? Tough questions hanging over there. The attitude of all, I think. First we have to learn appreciate and encourage. Before blaming the sportspersons, we have to look into the facilities and support they get. They should be given the facilities to improve their talents. If the government had put the same amount of effort they took in facilitating the F1, in sponsoring and encouraging the other sports, we wouldn't have had to bow our heads. It is the sports of common people that need support not the sports of corporates or the sporting events born out of business interests. The system need some overhaul, as we know and say. But the initiative is important. I hope that there will be a few brave enough to take the initiative and lead the rest.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

You are rich ; 32 times !!

Thirty Two and Twenty Six ; the planning commision has underlined its words. And they left me confused, whether i am rich or not.
In the opinion of the PC, those who have a daily income of 26 Rupees in rural areas and that of 32 Rupees in urban areas are no longer poor. And they claim to have reached this conclusion in the light of authentic study results.
In a country, where oil price scaling new hights bimonthly, where vegetable prices skyrocketing, where self financing colleges carrying out day robbery, where cola companies exploiting the last drop of drinking water, where the 90% of the wealth is concentrated in a few persons, you are still rich if you earn 32 rupees a day. Isn't that invention something deserves a grand applaud ?
So what you can do with these 32 rupees ? In North India, chapathi (assume 5 rupees for one )is the main food item. So in govt's words Richness is the financial capacity to eat 6 chapathis a day without any curry ! You can save 1 rupee for future ! Coming to South (where things are far better ??), they eat rice. Govt gives a kg rice for a rupee, and a person need barely 150 gm rice a day. If you are ostentatious, you can have a curry of 15 - 20 rupees ! More money to save !!
If you earn 32 rupees a day, eventhough you dont have electricity, no LPG connection, no money to spend on education, health and leisure, you are rich !!
I dont know whether the planning commission and the govt are living in fool's paradise, but to believe all this nonsense, i wasn't born yesterday..
Put your thinking cap on, friends..

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Witnessing the death of traditions..

Another Onam season has been over. The Malayalees across the world celebrated it with joy and happiness. But, these days also made me deeply think into it. Being a representative of a new generation, i asked myself that whether i'm celebrating the Onam in its real colours ? I got 'NO' as answer. Because they have been lost somewhere in the way back. And in the age of instants, it is impossible to bring those colours back and refill the celebration with them. I dont know how many Keralites, i'm no different, have heard of the traditions namely Thumbi Tullal, Onavillu and Onappottan all observed during the Onam season. There are some places, relatively 'unsophisticated' areas, where they are still observed, but soon it may become history.
Though i stressed Onam, the case is not of that alone. There are many traditions and folk arts awaiting their extermination from the world. Those include religious and non religious arts. Though i'm not a religious person, i used to think on it. The disappearance of some arts, unless they are immersed in superstition and dont include black magic, that once defined a culture has been always a loss for the society. Nevertheless, even some native sports and langugaes across the world are on the verge of extinction. They are getting erased from the picture as the time goes on.
People may ask what is the point in protecting these 'outdated' and tedious arts and all. I still have no firm answer for that, but one thing is that they are the remains of the cultures that have been passed over the generations. And every culture is unique and important as any other.
The usual scene of society is that when someone expresses this concern, most probably he fails to find an echo. People have no time to give an ear to it. These words too, might go unheard as well, i know. That is why i'm of mixed feelings, as the only thing i can do is to word my opinion on it, but not doing something else. But i hope there may have people who can do something..

Saturday, September 3, 2011

ഹ്ര്‍ദയം

ഹ്ര്‍ദയം ഒരു മോര്‍ച്ചറിയാണ്
പറയാതെ പോയ ചില പ്രണയങ്ങള്‍
മരവിച്ചു കിടക്കുന്ന ഒരു മോര്‍ച്ചറി
ഹ്ര്‍ദയം ഒരു സെമിത്തേരിയാണ്
കുഴിച്ചുമൂടപ്പെട്ട ചില മോഹങ്ങള്‍
അഭയം കൊള്ളുന്ന
ഒരു സെമിത്തേരി
പക്ഷേ, അവിടെ ഒരു പൂന്തോട്ടമുണ്ട്
പുതിയ ചില പ്രതീക്ഷകള്‍
തളിര്‍ക്കുന്ന ഒരു പൂന്തോട്ടം...

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The fair one : story of a decade long fast..

For the last three weeks or more, we Indians have been confined to the invisible walls erected by the media and a number of NGOs. Everyone have been watching, hearing and talking about the same issue. All other news scattered on this wall. All other voices were immersed in the noise emerged from Ramleela Maidan. The country has been seemingly steered by a group of unpolitcal people.
Now a short break has been taken, the noise has reduced. May not be the right time, but let me take some of your valuable time. Lets listen to another story. This is not a drama, but a story of struggle, a story of agony, a story of plight of a society. In fact, this is life. A life which none likes to have.
In Manipur, a north east state of India, there is a village called Khojpal. On 14 March 1972 a girl was born there. From her childhood, she used to fast on every thursdays for the sake of her family. She carried on this tradition as she grew up. As usual, a thursday she fasted, but this was not going to end the same day. It continued next day, and the next day and so on. Days gave way to months. Seasons changed, but not this fast. And now, it's been a decade.
Her name is Irom Chanu Sharmila, the Iron lady from Manipur. The people call her 'Menghaobi' (' the fair one ' ). She is not a familiar name for the housholds. Her name or photo dont appear on newspapers regularly, nor she gets screened on TV channels frequently. Silently, she has been on indefinite fast for the last 10 years, making her the longest hunger striker. The extreme courage and will power she is showing is somewhat unimaginable. It is a struggle for freedom, for rights, for a peaceful life.
Let me unfold the thing what led to this adventourous act. It was in 1958, the Armed Forces Special Powers Act was enacted by the Indian Parliament. It conferred special powers upon the armed forces in what the act calls ' disturbed areas ' in North East states of India. Later in 1990, it was extended to Jammu and Kashmir. It was only later revealed to be a sleeping volcano.
According to the Armed Forces Special Powers Act (AFSPA), in an area that is proclaimed as "disturbed", an officer of the armed forces has powers to: 1) "Fire upon or otherwise use force, even to the causing of death, against any person who is acting in contravention of any law" against "assembly of five or more persons" or possession of deadly weapons. 2) To arrest without a warrant and with the use of "necessary" force anyone who has committed certain offenses or is suspected of having done so. 3) To enter and search any premise in order to make such arrests. It gives Army officers legal immunity for their actions. There can be no prosecution, suit or any other legal proceeding against anyone acting under that law. For declaring an area as a 'disturbed area' there must be a grave situation of law and order on the basis of which Governor/ Administrator can form opinion that an area is in such a disturbed or dangerous condition that use of Armed Forces in aid of civil power is necessary.
As a result of this, on 2 November 2000, in Malom, a town in Manipur, 10 civilians were shot killed when waiting for bus. It included a national child bravery award winner, 18 year old Sinam Chandramani.
In protest of this, Sharmila began her hunger strike recieving her mother's blessings, asking the govt to repeal AFSPA.
Three days after her fast began, she was arrested in the charge of 'suicide attempt' and transferred to judicial custody. Her health deteriorated and was forcibly made use intubation. Since then, she has been released and rearrested every year. By this long period, several activists, includind Nobel laureate Shirin Ebadi, have declared their support for her. But the eyes of the successive governments stayed shut, and politicians never liked to burn their hands taking this issue.
To be very frank, this words are triggered by the dramatical incidents that have been showcased in the last few weeks or so. The saga of a fast against corruption and its subtales.
Yes, the media have played a vital part in this. All except a few have been dogging a man named Anna Hazare and his team, and repeatedly broadcasting this so called 'battle'. But why didnt their vision extend towards north east ? Didnt Sharmila strike have the frequency to meet the media radar ? No, because it wasnt enough to rise the TRP ratings of channels. Nor the people gave an eye to it for there was no drama in it and they were unable to measure or imagine the magnitude of the plight of the people in north east.
Corruption is omnipresent in the country, but it doesnt alone constitute the entire spectrum of the problems faced by India.
This is being written at a house miles away from Irom Sharmila's home, but by a heart touched by her act. Nothing has apparently changed in this 10 years, and in this few minutes. Better it come soon.. Hope drives all..

Sunday, August 28, 2011

What a Rat Trap tells..

It was only a few days ago, i got a chance to watch the Adoor Gopalakrishnan masterpiece ' Elippathayam ' ( Rat Trap ) that heralded the coming of new age cinema in the early 1980s. Owing to my weak intellect, i could concieve the movie to only a certain extent though, it left me in a different state of mind.
The film was released in 1981, ten years before i was born. Every work of creativity is heavily influenced by the socio economic conditions prevailing then. Nothing different in the case of this film too. It's an account of a family with a feudal ancestry that struggles to accommodate the changes happening in the existing system. The film revolves around Unni and his three sisters. The elder sister fights for her family share, the second sister serves her brother like a slave whereas the youngest one elopes with her lover. The characters Unni and Rajamma, the second sister, have been immortalised by Karamana Janardanan Nair and Sharada. Unni, the uncaring brother who doesnt let Rajamma get out of her life of spinsterhood for his interests, symbolises the feuds filled with narcissm and narrow mindedness. With the lose of his sister, he crumbles and withdraws as if into a rat hole. Rajamma, on the other side, serves her brother selflessly till she falls for ever.
The film presents a few of the best scenes in the world cinema has ever seen, which cant be detailed in words with the reputation it deserves. The rat trap, which acts as the major metaphor, the symbol of plight of women in the society. The long breaks between the dialogues assume different meanings as the story grows up. The other element that draws attention is the outstanding cinematography by Mankada Ravi Varma.
On the whole, the film stands a class apart and was a different experience for me.. Thanks to Adoor..

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Corruption, Lokpal, Hazare : Impressions of an ordinary citizen.

"Either you support Anna Hazare or you are corrupt. " ! I can take this statement only with a pinch of salt. Let me tell you, I dont have millions in my pocket, dont have a Swiss bank account, nor I have bribed anyone to get my things done. But all these should make me a pro Hazare thinker ? No will be my answer..
Corruption, Lokpal, Anna Hazare, these may be the words that have been echoed in India over a few months and have become the vital part of the environment that has been created by the print and television media. That all give nothing but an impression that Anna Hazare is the Doctor General who has arrived to cure the plague of corruption with a magical medicine called JANLOKPAL, which i dare object.
If anyone imagine that the corruption can be fixed by enacting a strong law, I can only wish a good day to him. It's not a thing that can be alleviated by a 10 or 15 members commitee of a 1.2 billion populous country.
The common people face corruption neither in 2G Spectrum nor in Commonwealth Games, but in a village office or that kind of basic block of the beaurocracy. The corruption is at the grassroot level and it must be treated at the same. The most important thing to do that not just creating another extra governing body but carrying out the implementation of laws strictly. Overhaul in the existing system will help it.
Coming to Lokpal, I'm not at all against a strong law or body that aims to tackle the corruption. But that should be democratic and constitutional. As far as i'm concerned, the propositions, though i'm not an expert in this, made by the Team Anna are apparently that what questions the significance of a constitution. How can we imagine some unelected persons deciding the country's future ? It is a extra jurdisictional body incorporated with elements of dictatorship.
Coming to the current scenario that's been prevailing over these days, it reminds me only some film scenes i have watched. Action, breath taking dialogues, even songs all are there.
I respect the sentiments of people towards this movement for that i know, most of the people are fed up with this corruption. But in a democracy that has been lauded as the largest in the world, it's not the right way to get a law enacted. Needless to say, half of the people on the street dont know about Lokpal. They are fighting only against corruption.
And who is Anna Hazare ? An Indian citizen who has the every right to protest against the government. But, he and his team should not act as the sole spokespersons of the society. Unless he is an elected member of parliament, he dont have the right to make laws for the people. What is the point in his insistence that his version of the Lokpal should be enacted ? His words are in a tone of blackmail, of course that can well hit a fragile government we are under.
The government, led by a PM without a magical wand, are seemingly benting knees before Hazare. That is because it has lost all its credibility and literally its spine. Whereas the opposition is making full use of the situation and trying to keep the pot boilling.
Well, the media have played their part well to make an environment in favour of Hazare and team. They cater to the audience, who are very much interested in this kind of exaggerated dramas, with what they want and escalating their own business.
To end with, there is a lady, from less cvilized North East, who has been on a fast for a span of 11 years. Her name is Irom Sharmila. She has been fighting for freedom of her people from a wild law and cruelties done by the Army. Does anyone care ??

Sunday, July 3, 2011

An afternoon with friends..

It was quite unexpected. i was having my breakfast when i got message from Bestin asking to come to the town at noon. A gathering of our gang has been planned. To be frank, i was little excited but never hesitated to say YES. We used to meet frequently but never completed the group. This time, luckily all of our naughty gang, that comprising of Tijo, Prince, Nithin, Arun, Bestin and me, were present. After the lunch, we planned to visit our school and our teachers. Then followed the moments filled with sheer pleasure. Almost all teachers were there despite it was a saturday. They all inquired about our life and careers. They were not reluctant to express the pleasure to see us after a gap. Our next aim was our classroom. I felt very happy to sit one more time on that benches. We breached the silence prevailing there. Our voices echoed on the walls after years. Wits started to flow. We put our signatures on the board. Never we forgot to frame the moments by our mobile cameras. Two hours or more we spent there, relishing each and every moment. It was tough to say goodbye to all, but managed somehow, agreeing to meet soon.. Good day it was, why not ??

Monday, June 20, 2011

സ്വപ്നം

എന്‍റെ അച്ഛന്‍ വാങ്ങിക്കൂട്ടിയ കടങ്ങളേക്കാള്‍
വ്യാപ്തിയുള്ള സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍
ഞാന്‍ കാണാറില്ല
നിമിഷാര്‍ദ്ധ സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍
തഴുകിപ്പോയതിനുശേഷം
ഞാന്‍ വീണ്ടുമുണരും
വ്യാപ്തിയുള്ള
എന്‍റെ ജീവിതത്തിലേക്ക്...

റിയാലിറ്റി ഷോ

റിയാലിറ്റി ഷോകള്‍,
ചിരഞ്ജീവികള്‍,
എലിമിനേഷന്‍ റൌണ്ടുകളില്‍
പൊഴിയുന്ന കണ്ണുനീരില്‍ നിന്നും
ഉപ്പു കുറുക്കിയെടുത്ത്
വില്‍ക്കുന്നവര്‍..

Me..

Dont call me a man
Call me a machine
Bcos i'm owned by
Someone else
I have no religion
Bcos I kill the people
who are weaker dan me
I dont have a death
Bcos I've never lived