A SECRET SUFFUSING MUSIC FROM ALEPPEY BEACH:AM I IN A HALLUCINATED WORLD?hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk” 

Here I go to the mighty world of creativity “with the view less wings of poesy”

A much awaited pic finally at Aleppey beach. Especially, an Abhijith Sathyapalan photography (the established professional photographer of our Trivandrum Press Club).Thanks a lot to my dear Gopsi vava and Abhi for this snap that turned out to be very special for me.Really loved the moments we all had together. Looking forward to have some more ever red-letter and eternal cherishing trips with our “yo-yo “gang. We become so close by these journeys far apart from our routine “Thattukada chats n jokes”. I wish we had one more year together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Gopsi, what you told is right dearie-The nostalgic recollections began reverberating in my heart too.Now,I also just can’t imagine a day alone at home and roaming in the nooks of our capital city without you guys. Missing the “goal post dialogues, comments, tvm slang words and our fights (Exclusively for Gopu n Gayu kids)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yearning for the next suspense Journey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OUR GANG"-Bt poor appu is missing in dis pic.surya also missing.

A Tribute to “MEMORIES OF A FATHER”

While searching for an Indo Anglian Literature book in my hostel library, my eyes stuck into a book all on a sudden. The name of the writer seemed very familiar and without any hesitation, I captured that book named “Orachante Ormakal (Memories of a Father) comprising 128 pages by Prof. Eachara Warrier.I have hearsay about this book since time immemorial. When I started flipping into the very first page, I saw the description about Eachara Warrier and his son P.Rajan.I was deeply moved by the sorrows that reverberated in the lines of a father’s description about his innocent son Rajan, a student of the prestigious Regional Engineering College, Calicut who became the victim of brutalities of police and joined the majority without enjoying the prime of his life at a time when emergency was brought to force in God’s own country. Like all parents, a lot of spectacular expectations were pinned at the back of this budding engineering graduate by his family. But, but, but ...the fate turned very cruel to him.I cant control my anger towards Lord Yama for seizing the life of an innocent man who had no role in naxal group or party activities.I rapidly got the realisation that whom the God loves, die young. Only this line can render some solace to my sobbing heart.

Right from the beginning till the end of this book, I was inquisitive to know whether this utmost loving father derived justice. But never, never, never. Throughout his life, he strived to grant peace to the soul of his son who used to appear in his dreams craving for a plate of rice given to him with great affection by his mother. He was disappeared one day morning while he was at the bus stand with his friends after spending a night at Farook College on behalf of the cultural competitions held there. He was arrested by the police from REC bus stop along with his friends. Owing to the suspicion that he had a role in naxalism and attacks, he was recklessly beaten and finally lost life. But his friends survived and they all were with his father to support him in his pursuit of truth and justice. The cooperation from the part of REC principal Vahabudeen and other professors were commendable. Rajan was in their good book

 throughout his graduate life. Life once lost cannot be regained. His father under the pangs of sorrow amidst the hardships he had to encounter in the old days of life fought his best to bring to limelight what has happened to his son. I salute such a father from the inner most recess of my heart. But the world turned as if the people living here lack the qualm of conscience in P Rajan case.His mother lost mental balance immediately after his demise. His adieu from the mighty world broke all the symphony of his family. He used to sing melodiously and his presence was felt only through the immortal voice for his mother and sisters. His mother had an inclination to singing and Rajan was also gifted with it.Now his father and mother are no more. They have experienced a lot in their rhythmless life after Rajan bid good bye to this world. Eachara Warrier ends the story with a note of optimism that he still does not close the doors of his house as he always expects that someday his son will come to him. He listens to the songs of his loving son which he had never listened to while he was alive ceaselessly. Now he is involved in his son’s voice as a kind of atonement or guilt.

The original book written by Prof.Eachara Warrier. It was later translated into English.

I don’t get words to curb the feelings that I felt after reading this book. Never have I read such a book that dwells deep in sorrow and it is written with the life blood of pain and suffering. How can any father suffer the untimely death of his child? Absolutely a big no will be the answer. There was no Milton to write a Lycidas mourning his death during that time. I regret........The feelings are really gushing from the heart of a common father who found hard to cope with the harsh reality of his son’s disappearance. The language is quite plain with a great clarity of vision and readers are brought along with his mood and nature of writing. For a moment, I placed myself in the place of Prof.Eachara Warrier and thought.... I just can’t picture  such a fate occupying me. I honestly pray for Rajan and his father. Let them enjoy peace and rejoice in the other world where they are not at all haunted by the limitations of time, space, caste, party, religion and so on. I pray to all the Gods-“Let not any other father be suffered by such an unexpected plight”.

“HONEY MANGO FEST”- Trivandrum brimming with colour and freshness

Trivandrum: It’s time for the contingents of Trivandrum city to relish the taste and sweetness of mango. The coming week of mango fest is ready to quench the thirst and provide relief to the natives of Ananthapuri. The carnival organized under the auspices of District agriculture department, State Horticulture Mission and Kerala Horticorp began at the Suryakanthi ground of Kanakakunnu. The spectators are introduced to 134 varieties of mangoes that comprise himapasanth, bennet, alphons, rasipasanth, neelam, sindhooram, Kulangara mango, chandrakaran, banglora and alamboor benition. In addition to the stalls of mango growers association from different states, there are stalls for honey and honey products. These add flavor to the fest.

 The fest commencing from morning 9 and lasting till 8pm has a collection of 45 Rs.mangalore mango to himayudeen mango that costs around 115 Rs.The event is given more charm by the favorite varieties of mangoes from God’s own country which incorporates kotturkonam, moovandan, karpooram, prayor and kuttiyattor. Malgova, chakkarakutty and kalappadi brought from Krishnagiri that lies in the border of Karnataka and Tamilnadu are also adding beauty to the fest hailing for tenure of one week. Multiple varieties of mango seeds capable of high reproduction are also available in the event. In order to give solace to the people from scorching heat, cool drinks like honey cola, ginger cola and honey mango are arranged. Honeybee colonies are also there for exhibition. In order to make sure that the mangoes are free from calcium carbonate, Food and safety employees have collected samples for scrutiny.

 The entry of the fest is possible through a pass of twenty rupees. Minister K.P.Mohanan inaugurated the function. K.Muraleedharan M.L.A. presided over the function. State Horti culture mission director Dr.K.Prathapan rendered vote of thanks.

ELECTION-A SELECTION?

Only countable days remain for the much expected election. Time has come for the people of India to select new rulers. They are eagerly waiting to vote for their favourite leaders. Election of 2014 has a remarkable specialty that there is a novel option of NOTA(None Of The Above) and an AAP party(Aam Admi Party).Leaders hailing from different part of the country are on the days of powerful campaigning. Everyone views this election with spectacular hopes. People even suspect that their votes will turn out to be worthless. Leaders put forth a number of demands before the election. They act very wisely to make people fall into their tracks. The pitiable part of the story is that how far their words turn out to be reality. They remain only in words as mere words. People really strive hard to select a part which is working on behalf of their welfare. Once the leaders are taken to the thrones of power, they try to make themselves, their families and relatives rich. They lack a sense of brotherhood and fellow feeling. It’s more or less like obscurantism from the part of so called leaders. A sense of fraternity and patriotism are lost these days. It is a great reality that the richer are becoming richer day by day and the poor people struggle a lot to make both their ends meet. Who is there to think of the millions of poor and hapless people? The answer is absolutely none. Multitudes of parties have ruled hitherto. But the plights of tragic people are still the same. There is no one ready to find solutions for their miseries. In every election, people elect people in order to check whether they can rule the country better than the erstwhile leaders. They are in a state of despondency as they are not getting talented and capable rulers.

The advent of Aam Admi Party was like a tale told by an idiot “full of sound and fury signifying nothing”. When it came into power in our capital city, people were in the zenith of expectation that they will do something revolutionary. It came into power as a party of layman. Amidst all the traditional and conventional parties, When AAP gained currency; it opened a world of dreams for thousands of men. But it is really stupid that the party resigned their role in Delhi owing to their failure of presenting Lokpal bill. Thus Arvind Kejriwal and team culminated all the desires they have sown in the minds of people. Even then there is a great contingent of people contesting for AAP from numerous places of India. The soul of common man craving for a social change will definitely think this time in order to reflect the power of their adult franchise.

Another attracting feature of the election is that the most of the people going to vote in this election belong s to the youngsters’ gang.Like the petals of a flower give beauty to it, the young people are the backbone of every nation. The very destiny of the nation is dependent on their hands. They always stand for a transformation in the daily walks of life. Their mind is ready to adapt to the new thought provoking ideas. Their role will be very significant in this election. Women do play a pivotal role in the election. As candidates and voters, they will surely make a stamp of their own. 

The people of India look forward with fabulous expectations regarding this election. All are looking forward to alter the then existing tendencies and priorities in election. Even the option of NOTA has to be handled with care. The shackles of power have made many politicians and parties inhumane. So people are now in pursuit of bringing something innovative through this election. Let us hope that there will be a qualitative change in the situation soon. 

EXPLORING THE RHYTHM OF RURAL LIFE---THE BEST "BIRTHDAY"I EVER HAD IN MY LIFE

 After Kerala Culture class, I rushed to Thampanoor bus stand to catch a bus to Perumathura.After two hours of long journey, I reached that rural area/village.I was there  on behalf of my survey that should be taken by going to at least 50 houses.I reached there with a long file of details.I was guided  by the localites to go to right,left,left and right turn.I just dont know where to go and find out those houses an their owners.At last I started moving to the houses one by one.I was really shocked that they were not blessed with the boon of Goddess Saraswathi and they have not seen the verandah of the schools. I tried my level best to expound the queries contained in my questionnaire that comprises around 108 questions.I was really moved by the hospitality they showed to an unknown stranger like me.I dint enjoy lunch as I was busy finding the ward numbers.Many home makers have invited me for lunch and I was so glad that I had nothing to offer other than my consoling words.I remembered my Achaamma all on a sudden who treated me with utmost affection and gave all foodings at the right time.Unfortunataley, she is in the other world watching my journos prangs.I tried to go and collect info from a handful houses.I really enjoyed these moments I had on this entire b'day.I enjoyed these moments where I act as a social worker.Thanks a lot to my dearest friend Rajeena for bestowing such a golden opportunity to me.Now getting ready to work for the upcoming survey.I felt the vibration of the rural people in myself.I just thot of their entity for a while.I have only tears to give them.These moments really enhance my pulse to become a social servant to do something for the betterment of my brother beings.
Finally ,got an "encomium of abusive words" from my hostel matron for coming late to the hostel due to wreckless traffic at the capital city.
 
THE DAY TURNED OUT TO BE AN EVER RED LETTER DAY IN MY life.

 
Waiting for this entire week dedicated to the work.Despite the salary I get for this work, I really value the service I can do in this short tenure.feeling thrilled!

RECOLLECTING THE GOLDEN QUEEN OF MALABAR-' KAMALA DAS'

"I am Indian, very brown, born in Malabar,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one."
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"I am saint. I am the beloved and the
Betrayed. I have no joys that are not yours, no
Aches which are not yours. I too call myself I".
My ever favourite  poetess KAMALA DAS- These lines from her poem" AN INTRODUCTION" started reverberating in my mind.I dont know what prompts me to adore her more- I fall in love with her language that is brimming with a sense of love. She is really a confessional poet and her poems give me inspiration to pen down lines having the vitality of life.She is an iconoclast in her generation.She remains immortal in the minds of her thousands of admirers through the lines and words created by her.
"All round me are words, and words and words,
They grow on me like leaves, they never
Seem to stop their slow growing
From within".
These lines really prove its worth.
Sometimes it acts as a nuisance but
"They never seem to stop their coming,
From a silence, somewhere deep within... "

I do experience this feeling sometimes.Yesterday a friend of mine gave me a novel of Das' namely "Amavasi".I just started going through. Like her all other novels, even this has the warmth of maternal affection and open writing style.Though many have lauded scathing criticisms upon her as a writer of libido, I just dont accept that.She is a writer who is ready to share what others are trying to hide from us. Those are also realities and in some phase of life, we even have to confront with that.In this occasion, I recollect the Mock press event for Take two media fest where I was given the chance to act her.After the performance, I was asked queries by the juries and spectators.Most of the questions were focussed on her writing style and the controversial MY STORY. I cant understand the reason behind the questioning of this novel.I sometimes wonder "whether she has written such a fake story and sitting in some corner of the world laughing with utmost happiness that she has fooled the world with her creative story". After reading that , I felt so.She is really really an amazing player of words.Though she is being snatched away from this mighty planet, let her have a calm and peaceful life devoid of controversies in the other world of paradise!

WHEN "LEGENDS MET TOGETHER"

RENDEZVOUS WITH SREELEKHA IPS(spontaneous overflow of my emotions after meeting her)

 Words, words, words! Even words fail to convey my delight.My long cherished dream turned colourful today.I am in the pinkest of happiness.It’s beyond my level of expression to pen down my emotions  which are embellished with the fragrance of lovely flowers.My eternal desire got fruitful today.Its my greatest wish in life to have a glance at the first women IPS officer of my state. Finally it is materialised today.Right from the childhood, I used to hear a lot of sagas from my grandfather and father about this bold and stern IPS officer Sreelekha Madam, who is now serving as the Additional Director General of Police in the Vigilance and Anti corruption Bureau. Its my grandpa who filled my mind with the aspiration of becoming a central government officer especially a Reserve bank grade B servant. I came to know from the magazine given by grandpa that Sreelekha madam was working there before she entered into the civilservices. I never miss reading any of the articles about her appear in various magazines, portals and channels.I am deeply impressed by the way she talks and behaves to common people. I often felt that she is a great philanthropist than an officer. Her words and deeds prove the worth of my finding. I was deeply moved by the services she has done in connection with the tsunami that washed away the lives of many people from the surface of this amazing planet. I still recollect the book “Neerazhikkappuram” penned by her dealing with the catastrophies of tsunami.It portrays the life of Bhadra and Clara. I have searched  this book at many places but still I dint get a chance to move across the pages.I do hope that I will get one soon.

Finally that much awaited day gathered. I was assigned the task of taking an interview with Sreelekha madam in connection with the controversial statement about the dogs she has remarked the last day by Narayanan sir, editor of my news web Trivandrum news. I was really shocked and surprised at the same time. Where will I catch the Number from? No idea. Contacted many.At-last got a number of police control room. But to my disappointment, no body picked up. Without losing hope, I tried again. Then I thought I should contact my batchmate who is having much hold with the public as he is a political activist. To my surprise, he messaged me the number within seconds. Albeit tensed and excited, I rang her and told my purpose. She said” Today , I have no time. Will talk about it tomorrow”. By saying this she disconnected. So, immediately I send her a message expounding  my need and sorry for disturbing her at night. Then I slept off thinking what will I do the next day about this assignment.When I got up after a slumber, my eyes caught the attention of the message in my cell that was sent by Sreeekha madam. It conveyed me to arrive at her office by 11 at PMG. I rang up my father all on a sudden and passed the message. He said all the best and do the work well. After the class, I went to her office with my friend who knows the way to Vigilance office. After the enquiries in the office and receiving the visitor’s card, we were taken to the visitor’s room. We were so thrilled and exhilarated. We were called to her cabin within five minutes. We entered. I was so happy to see her in violet salwar which is one of my favourite colours. We were taken our seats and asked our queries regarding the plight of dogs and daily walkers in the capital city. She explicitly clarified all our doubts. I wondered , is  this the same lady who raised her voice against the atrocities towards women like sexual harassment's and rapes?. She was so cordial in answering our doubts.I felt as if I were sitting in front of a person , whom I have known for years. Any way, in spite of all her official strains, she found time to spend in front of the inquisitiveness of a budding journalist. After that, I expressed my desire to have a snap with her. Without any hesitation , she agreed and my friend captured us in his samsung galaxy.My dream was materialised.

 I really adore her. Its not only the position and power she enjoys admire me, but the wholeheartedness to serve the society within the constrains of three letters imprinted with her name.I like her attitude brimming  with service-mindedness. Hence the rendezvous with her turned to be an ever red letter experience in my life.

The best pic with my role model.