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Saturday, 17 October 2015

Nobody’s Protest

I am Nobody

But I protest

I have no award
To return in protest
I have no fellowship
Or membership
Or great position
To resign from, in protest

But I protest

I am no writer, but
I protest the murder of writers
I am not one of them, but
I protest the murder of social activists
I am no artist, but
I protest the humiliation of artists
I am no journalist, but
I protest attacks on journalists
I do not eat meat, but
I protest murders in the name of beef
I am no politician, but
I protest political intolerance
I am religious, but
I protest religious intolerance

I protest against
Polarisation of the society
And creation of unrest
In human minds
In the name of religion
And politics
And caste
And food!

I protest
I protest
I protest
I protest

And I am sad

Is this the Independence
That we fought for?
I was born into free India
Is this democracy?
Autocracy rules the day
Is this secularism?
Now a meaningless word

Is this the land of Mahabharata?
Where are the Yudhishtiras?
Shakunis are abundant
Is this the land of enlightened Rishis?
Is this the land of the Vedas?
Is this the land of Ramayana
Is this the land of Dharma?
Is this the land of Buddha?

I am sad
Very sad, indeed


Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Dear Narayanan Ettan

These are the humble tributes of a younger brother to

dear Narayanan ettan[1],

who as a young boy I used to look upon with awe and respect,

who used to say things which I seldom understood,

who disappointed me by saying it is improper to again seek permission to go for a movie, 
which my father had earlier disallowed,

who did not dry his body after taking bath,

who used to laugh it away when asked about that,

who started smoking while studying in college,

who used to say that cigarette has more ‘kick’ than beedi,

who used to steal cashewnuts from an estate, exchange it at a small shop at the rate of three pea nuts for each cashew nut and then presented those to me, when we used to go to river to take bath,

who once lied to me that the postman had to search a lot in search of Narayanan Chettiar, 
when I had addressed a letter to Narayanan Chettan[2],

who lovingly advised me not to use words such as chettan, chechi[3], and so on in address,

who was crazy at reading books,

who made it a practice to read at least 100 pages every day,

who obtained a post-graduate degree in English,

who became famous overnight with the publication of a single story,

who had to go into hiding for several days because of the riots orchestrated by religious fundamentalists who sought to find non-existent meanings in a simple story,

who never wrote stories thereafter because of the remorse he felt for those who were killed during the riots,

who was responsible for my shifting to Delhi and building up my life here,

who was my partner in my first-ever train journey,

who bought slippers for me who had never worn a pair earlier,

who taught me that in Delhi slippers are almost like parts of one’s body,

who used to visit me at each station, since we were in separate bogies which were not inter-connected,

who used to assure me every time we met not to worry and he was in the next coach,

who patted on my back saying not to worry and many more journeys are yet to be undertaken, when my eyes were filled with tears at the thought of leaving my co-passengers 

who were like family for three days,

who was with me at every step of my life in Delhi,

who taught me about Delhi and the life here,

who lent me his sweaters when I didn’t have one of my own,

who taught me to say ‘Hindi patha nahin[4]  or ‘Hindi maloom nahin[5] if anyone talked to me in Hindi,

who taught me how to travel from Greater Kailash to Karol Bagh, in my initial days in Delhi,

who laughed and laughed aloud when I said I had sent an application for membership of Delhi Malayalee Association,

who ridiculed me telling that this would probably be for the first time that they would have received such an application,

who shut my mouth asking, ‘Didn’t I tell you?’, when Delhi Malayalee Association didn’t care to respond,

who made me consume egg curry as a prank, and owned up the mistake when I was down with a seriously upset stomach,

who used to play cards throughout the night with us,

who proved with his own experience that obtaining 100 per cent marks in competitive examinations is possible,

who made his cousin his life partner, against the then prevailing customs,

who chose to attend the intra-state marriage of a friend, conducted without the couple’s parents’ permission, when the marriage of two of his closest friends were fixed on the same 
day,

who lost the friendship of the other friend for ever because he could not attend his marriage,

who declared with his own life that there was nothing wrong in smoking and drinking,

who proclaimed that life is to be enjoyed when young, subdued later, and enslaved in old age,

who always enjoyed telling inspiring stories of great men and from epics,

who constantly sought the meaning of life,

who always liked to share the philosophy of life with anybody who cared to listen,

who was well aware of the perishability of life,

who used to enjoy reading epics for hours on end,  

who trained his belly not to become hungry while he had been reading,

who did not want to make a show of his knowledge and devotion,

who applied sacred ash on the foreheads of all those present, after daily poojas,

who conducted Bhagavata saptaha[6] when his daughter and later daughter-in-law were carrying, to tell the story of Lord Krishna to the unborn child,

who spent several hours listening to religious talks of Nochur Venkata Raman,

who encouraged and helped me acquire a flat in Noida,

who always kept toffees in his pocket and distributed those mixed with his attractive smile to whoever happened to meet him,

who constantly sought opportunities to help his relatives and friends,

who brought several relatives to Delhi and helped build their lives,

who initiated get-togethers of relatives scattered all over the National Capital Region and successfully conducted them for several years,

who did not like to do things that he didn’t want only to prolong his life,

who gracefully accepted and welcomed the illness when it was confirmed that he had the deadly cancer,

who prepared himself to accept death like a great philosopher,

who initially refused to undergo treatment which would only prolong his life slightly,

who later surrendered to the loving persuasion of his near and dear ones,

who, yet, succumbed to God’s decision wholeheartedly,

who left for his heavenly abode on 12 April 2015,

who left creating a huge chasm in our lives which it seems impossible to fill up.

   






[1] Elder brother
[2] Another word for elder brother
[3] Elder sister
[4] I don’t know Hindi
[5] I don’t know Hindi
[6] Reading of the sacred Bhagavatha in seven days and explaining the stories.