Wednesday, 6 August 2014

A GAZAIAN.

I wandered through the streets,
Searching for nothing!

I saw children, with ceased heartbeats,
Lying on the floor, waiting for nothing.

I could hear the roar of missiles;
I could see gores on all the buildings’ aisles.

On the pathways, where I was mooching around,
I saw showers of shells, smooching with the land!

Humans…my masters! They were in such a rage;
Because they broke the rules, which they themselves made over an age.

But why should I bother?
Let them be in anger.
I had more to wander,
So as to kill my hunger.

I straddled over a waste-bin; my futile attempts to find bread could not transpire a piece.
Oh yes, I forgot; my masters were busy fighting for ‘peace’!

Standing on my four legs, brisk,
Had become like taking a himalayan risk.
So I let myself stop my search for a bread crumb,
And took rest beside that bin, waiting for the death to succumb.

While I was falling all the way to an endless sleep;
Suddenly I felt a touch on my forehead.
Through my half-opened eyes, as I peeped;
I saw a child, with a wounded head.

He had a pack of cookies in his hands,
And a smile on his face.

That smile! That smile which was common on those streets…
That smile! Of hopelessness! That smile! Of fear! That smile! Of pain!

Suddenly! Weapons screeched and people screamed.
I was startled! A huge blast it was!

I closed my eyes and waited for the death…
I could hear thousands crying and screaming for their lives…
I could feel the heat of those hearts shattering…
I could sense the smell of the blood flowing…

Seconds, minutes and hours passed by;
I opened my eyes to see whether the child was still there.
Oh…thank god! His hands with cookies in it, were just there near my mouth.
I slowly stood up to show him my gratitude;
And was shocked to see those hands on the floor…just those hands on the floor!

I could feel my hunger turning into anger…
With all the rage and grudge towards the mankind…
I ferociously barked at the world…
BOWWW…BOWW…BOW!!!







By

ABHIJITH K NAIR

Friday, 31 January 2014

ക്ടാവുൽ ഗാന്ധി----ഒരു അഭിമുഖശകലം

അർനാബ് : ക്ടാവേ താങ്കൾക്കു പട്ടിയെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ ?

ക്ടാ വ്:എനിക്ക് മുന്നിൽ, പടർന്നു പന്തലിച്ചു കിടക്കുന്ന ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പും അതിലെ തെങ്ങുകളും തേങ്ങകളും മാത്രേ ഒള്ളു!! ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പിൽ നിറച്ചു തെങ്ങുകളാണ്, ആ തെങ്ങുകളിൽ ആയിരക്കണക്കിന് തേങ്ങാക്കുലകളും, തേങ്ങകളും ആണ്! തേങ്ങകളെയും തേങ്ങാക്കുലകളെയും തെങ്ങുകളെയും സംരക്ഷിക്കുക എന്ന കാര്യത്തിൽ ഞാനും ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പിലെ മറ്റു ക്ടാവുകളും പ്രതിജ്ഞാബദ്ധരാണ്. അത് വഴി ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പിലെ വിഭവസമൃദ്ധമായ തേങ്ങകളും അതിലെ തേങ്ങാപ്പൂളുകളും കാത്തുസൂക്ഷിച്ചു അതിൽ നിന്നും ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന ചമ്മന്തിയിൽ നിന്ന് കുടുങ്ങിക്കിടക്കുന്ന ഊർജ്ജത്തെ പുറത്തെത്തിക്കുക...!!!

അർനാബ് : ക്ടാവേ , പക്ഷെ എൻറെ ചോദ്യം അതല്ല. താങ്കൾക്കു പട്ടിയെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ എന്നാണ് ?!

ക്ടാ വ്: ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞല്ലോ, എന്റെ മുന്നിൽ, അനന്തസാധ്യതകൾ നിറഞ്ഞു തുളുമ്പുന്ന ഒരു പടുകൂറ്റൻ ഊർജ്ജക്കൂംബാരം പേറി നിൽക്കുന്ന വിശാലമായ ഒരു തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പും തെങ്ങും തേങ്ങാക്കുലകളും മാത്രം ആണ്.........

അർനാബ് : ക്ടാവേ താങ്കൾക്കു പട്ടിയെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ?

ക്ടാ വ്: അതിലേക്കാണ് ഞാൻ വരുന്നത്... അപ്പൊ അങ്ങനെയുള്ള ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പിലെ തെങ്ങുകളെ കാത്തുസൂക്ഷിക്കുക എന്നുള്ളത് തന്നെയാവണ്ടേ, എന്നെ പോലെയുള്ള ഓരോ ക്ടാവിന്റെയും പ്രധാനലക്ഷ്യം?! മാത്രമല്ല...സ്ത്രീശാക്തീകരണം , ദി എമ്പവെർമെൻറ് ഓഫ് വിമെൻ...!!! ഈ തെങ്ങുംതോപ്പിലെ പശുക്കൾ...അവരെ ഇങ്ങനെ തെങ്ങുകളിൽ കെട്ടിയിട്ടു വളർത്തിയാൽ പോര... ലോകം കാണണം...മുന്നില് നിന്ന് നയിക്കണം...അതിനു അവർക്ക് പിണ്ണാക്ക് വേണ്ടേ...അപ്പൊ ഈ തെങ്ങുകളെയും തേങ്ങകളെയും തേങ്ങാക്കുലകളെയും..........

അർനാബ് : അതല്ല പട്ടീ ......യെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ എന്നാണു....

ക്ടാവ്: അതേയ്...അങ്ങോട്ടേക്ക് തന്നെയാണ് ഞാൻ വരുന്നത്....അപ്പൊ തേങ്ങാ....ഇങ്ങനെ ഊർജ്ജക്കൂമ്പാക്കുലകളും....പൂളുകളും ചമ്മന്തിയാക്കി ഇങ്ങനെ....സ്ത്രീശാക്തീ-കരണ...

അർനാബ്: ഇനി ഇയാള് തേങ്ങ തൊലിച്ചാ ഇയാൾടെ കരണം ഞാൻ പൊളിക്കും..ഡാ ചള്ള് ചെക്കാ....എന്റെ ക്ഷമയെ നീ പരീക്ഷിക്കല്ലേ...നിന്നൊടു പട്ടിയെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ എന്ന് ചോദിക്കുമ്പോ...അതിനു ഉത്തരം പറഞ്ഞാൽ മതി....നിന്റെ തേങ്ങാക്കുല ഇവിടെ പുറത്തെടുക്കണ്ട....കേട്ടല്ലോ...?!! പറയെടാ.... നിനക്ക് പട്ടിയെ പേടിയുണ്ടോ??!!

ഏ?!! ഹലോ... ക്യാമറമാൻ ഇവിടിരുന്ന ക്ടാവെവിടെ??

ഹ!!! അയ്യേ .....ഇവിടൊക്കെ അവൻ വൃത്തികേടാക്കിയല്ലൊ ...!!!

:a.k.n.

Monday, 7 March 2011

Chen-I


I used to hate this place because of its notorious uncleanliness and pollution. But still, I was destined to come here. And when I reached, my mind was brooding and nagging like anything. Nothing here, made me happy. Everyday when I woke up lone inside this spaceless, gloomy room, I started making plans to get out of the frustrating situation.
                     The only consoling aspect on those days in my Chennai life was my dear niece and nephew who live in Besant Nagar. I used to hastily finish my daily routines and run to them!
                     But later, even without my knowledge, at some point of time, I started enjoying my jobless life here! Once in a blue moon I may or may not have class. Nothing much is here, for me to do; and that’s why I termed my life ‘Jobless’!
At times, I feel proud that I enjoy the same situation, on which the whole world including India is worried about: Unemployment!
                     You might have heard a filmy dialogue: ‘Enmity sometimes, is followed by unbreakable love!’ Similarly, I begin to feel the bond between myself and Chennai.
Anyway friends…here I am going to illustrate ‘My Selected Anecdotes on Chennai.’

THE FIRST BANG

                       May be because of a pre-set mind state, my thoughts were getting disturbed, whenever I saw the ‘kms to Chennai’ getting decreased, on the boards outside the bus in which I was traveling. Finally, when I reached in front of the world famous Koyambedu Market, my heart beat fast, “Oh! My God! Its reality! I am at Chennai!” I chanted, “I hate Chennai… I hate Chennai…”
                       Then I called up my sister and got instructed by her to pick a rick. I picked one and told the ‘Ricky’, “Besant Nagar.” He, without much expression on his face, replied, “350!” which was literally an electrifying reply for me! Helpless I accepted his demand and got into the 3-wheeled yellow Boeing-Boeing…!
I thought, “Ok! Chennai…thank you for the debut bang on my head!”
                        After a stinky and shaky journey through the city, we reached a very beautiful place. A very peaceful, clean road with, a calm, silent sea on its side.

The Ricky told: “Thambi, we have reached Besant Nagar.”
I told him: “Annei, not here…I have to go near the Blue Cross Church at Besant Avenue…which is somewhere here nearby.”
Ricky: “Ok Thambi…60Rs extra!” and he again started his yellow pet. Suddenly, I got out and said: “No, no…! It’s ok Annaa! I can walk…!”

Because, I was not financially stable enough, to bear the second bang of Chennai! So I gave him the said 350Rs. He happily or infact cruelly, put it in his pocket and drove away. Looking and sighing, over the way my money was going smoothly along the beach side, I thought “O Lord! Even my bank account has only got 500 bugs in it. Look at that guy…early morning itself he got 350Rs in hand! Great earner Baba! Let me please bow in front of you!”
Enjoying the smooth and cool touch of the ‘Bay of Bengali’ breeze, I walked slowly to my sister’s quarters.


TARAMANI TESTIMONY

                        My hostel is in Taramani. When I reached here for the first time, no surprises above my expectations were waiting for me; almost, the same unclean premises. Some works were going on there, on the pretext of road-widening. Large pits were on the roadsides filled with garbage; the drainage man-holes were suffering from ‘haemorrhage’ it seemed!
                        My room in the hostel was bad-lit, but comfortable for one person. Still, I believe strongly, that the gloomy room played a major role in filling my mind with negatives at the beginning.
                        But gradually, I got adapted to the situations there. Whenever I unnecessarily, got worried, either I would go to my sister’s place or for a walk.


WOKE UP AND WALKED!

                          One day, I woke up at 4:30am. Since there was nothing else to do there at that time, I set for a walk.
When I started walking, I saw a calm and peaceful place underneath the blanket of fog, with some plants, trees and a small pool there. I cursed the fog, as I couldn’t enjoy the proper beauty of that place.
                             Later when I returned, that place was crowded with people who were in a hurry to attend to the ‘call of nature’! Those plants and trees played a role as their cover, and the pool…you know no?!
Alas! There was no fog at that time!!

 A FISHY WISH

Another anecdote…during Pongal.
I was returning from my sister’s school quarters. On the way, I saw the security man
there; I smiled at him and walked. He suddenly called me and said, “Sir… Happy Pongal Sir…”
I felt so happy that the good old man atleast remembered to give me a wish. But even happier, that he called me ‘Sir’!

I replied (with a pride-filled smile): “Oh! Thanks Annei… Happy Pongal to you too!”

I resumed walking…within minutes, he came with his cycle beside me and told (Scratching his head): “Haaappy Pongal Sir...!”

I (confused) told him: “Ok Annaa! Happy Pongal!”
Again, when I kept my next step forward, he stopped me and said: “Sir…I have given you Pongal wishes no? So can you give me a 10Rs for tea?!”

Very perplexing question!
I thought, “He is right…he gave me wishes…moreover he called me ‘Sir’! I should give him something.”
I took out my wallet and looked in it…
There, two ‘5Rs-four-headed Lions’ were roaring at me indicating the financial insecurity! But what to do?!! I was born a Malayali! And we won’t leave our ego, even if we starve!
So I asked him: “Annei…Take the 10Rs wish back! And just give me a 5Rs wish!”
This time he was confused. I gave him the 5Rs and went on as a proud ‘Sir’!



THE YELLOW MYSTERY

                      Yellow faces I see here, were always a mystery to me… I used to think, why most of the ladies have got yellowish faces?! Pigment problem or something?
                        Later, I came to know about the ritual or a myth or a belief…in Tamilnadu. Applying turmeric cream enhances the beauty and fairness of their faces.
I have seen some old ladies who have got real yellow faces!! I was shocked to see such yellow faces at the beginning, but then I realized, they might have been enhancing their fairness and beauty for last few decades!




Yes… dear friends! Now I really enjoy this life!
Now, the newcomers to my hostel, when they brood and nag about Chennai… I tell them: “Guys… Chennai may be your enemy today…but tomorrow… a friend, a lover, an employer or anything it can be! So wait until you experience the exhilaration in the exuberant love and care that it would give you soon!”
(Hoo…!! That was a ‘hard-nut-to-crack’ sentence…right?!)




Chen-I love you…!!!!!!!



Sunday, 6 March 2011

Not Bothered...


Sitting inside these four walls, monotonous,
What I see around me, is this darkness.

I am wondering, is this just the usual night?
Or, is this my dark life, with no delight?

Well, if I recount in brief, my problems in count may be little..
But those matters, more than you think are subtle.

But here goes me, without being bothered..
Because, I want neither to be tensed nor to get my joys withered...
              
                                                                                                         A.K.N

A Beat Of The Night...


Going to try, I am, to dream,
Of some good things, that I wish to happen,
On the very next day of my life.
Do help me for that my lord !

Never knew, I, that life could be changed,
In a single beat of night !
God came to me yesterday, as painful dreams;
Hours were those for me, but disguised as seconds !
The time has arrived to change myself, I realized...!!!


                                                                    A.K.N.

Why Should I...


I found out my world here in this room,
Even when others wanted me to go out and bloom.

My mind is my driver,
My thoughts, is my chariot,
My dreams make me a survivor,
In this world, where races have no barrier.

When my imaginations can bring me both happiness and sorrow;
Why should I go out, roam around and borrow ?!!
When my dreams can make the impossible, possible;

Why should I go out and compete, even if I am capable ?!!
                               
                                                                                            A.K.N.

An evening.


The roads are getting busy,
People's minds are easing out,
The Tea shops are getting crowded,
Each and every corner of the city is getting filled with noisy children...

Youngsters at the playgrounds..
Workers wiping out, sweat from their forehead with a tired smile...
And the Sun seems to be calculating his angle for a smooth Setting...!!!
Lets enjoy this wonderful Evening !


                                                            A.K.N.