New Bourgeois mutants are in town

According to Karl Marx, Bourgeoisie are those social class that happened to exist in all society, who creates, control and have access over all the materialistic and consumerist aspects of a society. Meanwhile the downtrodden and poor Proletariat, work their ass out in all grounds of life to barely survive to see the end of the day. Now generally speaking, those who are rich can here be somewhat classified under this very French term. I was never a real fan of Marx’s ‘Das Kapital’ after all, but to an extent was a believer of some of his ideas which shed light upon certain realities of contemporary world as well. Marx’s ideas were generally obscure Utopian fantasies to an extend which killed more people than it was supposed to save them. But on one particular aspect of ideals I always felt he was right, that is about the eternal presence of Bourgeoisie in the society. The presence of those people in power, those who have money to buy anything could actually fill into the category. But by filtering and generalizing further on the list of suitors under the tag Bourgeoisie, the modern day Bourgeoisie is rather disguised like a mutant who shows their true colors only when somebody pesters around them. In truth, the newfangled bourgeoisie’s of modern age are pretty much straightforward and different from their predecessors which Karl Marx enlightened us with.

Modern day globalization had made things pretty hard to explain Marxism in presence of various social gradations of everyday life. It is simply hard because of the numerous illegal properties and counterfeit currencies all across the world which made people act poor in eyes of the authority. But the mutant bourgeoisie I was speaking here about was moreover different, the ones that does not fit in the category of those with flesh and blood. For example, a powerful bourgeoisie I was speaking is “Social Media”.

It is actually a confusing, the way I have actually ended the last paragraph. It is true after all, to those who could read between the lines, and who could actually understand where I was actually heading into. Social media, a powerful tool these days is something we all couldn’t live without, it is also something we couldn’t argue upon. The intrusion of social media in life brought tremendous changes which we couldn’t even imagine 20 years ago. Today social media dictates our life, it shows what we are and we do. It generates celebrities, it generates revolution( Arab spring) , it generates controversies, it destroys careers and built new ones everyday. Today generally speaking nothing is offline. It had revolutionizes what we call reality and also replaced it with a dangerous ultra-reality . The ultra reality here is so powerful that it makes us a superhero or a doctor, or a fisherman or an investigative scientist in no matter of time. The abundant of your private information, your behavior pattern and private life all are thus online and is said to be ‘safe with us’, guarantees all social media service providers. But how much that is true after all as even US presidential election seems to shudder upon cyber allegations and hoaxes. Here the mutant, cyber world can be good or bad depending upon on the user. Now moving away from it let us speak more about Bourgeoisie in here. The Bourgeoisie here is none other than those who are in the helm of controlling these cyber worlds where the laws of nature or laws of physical world means nothing. They manage to attract people, learn their behavioral pattern and feed them with what they want. It is like the materialistic exploitation on working class by the capitalists so that they are kept at a distance from acknowledging the true realities of life. The social media feed us with through processes like behavioral advertising, thus making us addictive to the needs of modern day Bourgeoisie. Thus we could see the core idea of Bourgeoisie and Proletariat in 21st century, where it doesn’t actually matters whether you are living in a democratic country or in a dictatorship. We may find a way to deal with it in time and also hope that we won’t completely lost the sense of what is real.


It has been a while since we last saw the mastery of Muthuvel Karunanidhi in active politics which always out shined his contemporaries of Tamil Nadu politics. The kind of politics that had taken its own shape during his tenure can be read alone with the likes of Annadurai, MGR and Jayalalitha. Even though he flight toe to toe, teeth to teeth with Jayalalitha till the end there was nobody else apart from her that threatened him in politics.  Today when he finally bid farewell to an illustrious political career, he left behind a vacuum of uncertainty over Tamil Nadu politics which seems to look vague and unclear. Stalin who could be the next possible successor in line seems to be a shadow of his father and Kanimozhi seems not to hold the charm her father held. The Kalaignar’s root runs further deeper into life of Dravidian politics for decades which he successfully defended even when MGR and Jayalalitha stole majority of the heart of an average ‘Tamizhmakkal’ through their own version. This particular identity Kalaignar established in the hearts of people as a writer and a excellent orator is undeniable.  When Jayalalitha finally bid farewell in 2016 Kalaignar was left alone as the sole survivor for an era of Dravidian politics of Tamil Nadu which saw rise and fall of many. The 5 times chief minister of Tamil Nadu, 10 times as DMK supremo spanning 50 years, Kalaignar had embodied a charismatic image of a special leader. His political career was often accompanied with likes of being a script writer, novelist, lyricist and so on which could be read alongside his deep roots in Dravidian ideology. One of his major achievement was able to implement English and Tamil as major mode of communication in state while keeping distance from Hindi which many disliked from the start. What makes Karunanidhi special among his compatriots were his overall ambition for his fellow Tamizhans and his contributions to the state during his tenure at office and at opposition. Even when he shifted away from truth and fall prey to corruption and various other misconducts he continued to hold onto his faith and single handily drive the party forward.  One can’t forget those political moves like the one which welcomed both Indira and later her daughter Sonia into politics in two different decades and any political moves to stop AIDMK coming into power. Even during long 10 years, sitting in opposition against MGR’s AIDMK and later under Jayalalitha the patience Kalaingnar showed was something unique which we couldn’t see anymore in the contemporary politics. Even though in-spite of the hardships, his deep rooted Dravidian philosophy had already stolen heart of many people in time as he was their only immortal Kalaignar. Inspired by Periyar and later when he came to Madras to join E.V Ramaswamy’s Justice Party nothing was quite sure until his caliber as a talented script writer proved vital source of the Dravidian movement. It was through the movie Parasakti, starring Sivaji Ganeshan wherein dialogues that was against anti- Brahmanism came to limelight which quickly caught attention of people. Kalaignar, was first noticed in the eyes of people was during his protest against changing the name of a railway station Kallukady to Dalmiapuram in Tamil Nadu. Four years later he was elected to state assembly from Kulithalai constituency. It was the beginning  of the era of Muthuvel Karunanadhi as well as a new politics. During the same time a  friendship was born with  Marudhur Gopalan Ramachandra(MGR) following the huge success of his 1950 movie ‘Manthri Kumaran’ for which Karunanidhi wrote the script and MGR did the lead role. The friendship shifted into a rivalry following a split later with MGR starting his own party AIDMK.

Now as the tale of Karunanidhi ends in Tamil Nadu politics what lies ahead is the uncertainty over the future of the state’s political spectrum. Just like Palani Swami’s AIDMK which struggled to create a new image after the demise of Jayalalitha, DMK would also have to go through the same phase in order to gain people’s faith once again. Unlike 60’s the cause today is different, society has changed considerably and the need to represent Dravidian ideology is less significant compared to likes of communal cards played by BJP and Congress who is fast tracking ways to finally enter the politics of the state. Now as 2019 Lok Sabha election is close by Stalin is leftover with a decision to make which seems to affect the internal politics of both state as well the party. Also considering the odds surrounding the possible entry of Rajinikanth and Kamalahassan into politics will also play a key part in deciding  the future of Tamil Nadu. The recent turmoil in politics can further churn a possible heir to to the changing mindset of people after demise of Jayalalaitha. Not only did people started to think out of box, unlike their predecessors their demand for better governance and stability increased drastically. Therefore it seems to be a real test for DMK in absence of Kalaignar to entrust Stalin with all responsibilities and aspirations. The real question that prevails is whether Stalin could follow the steps and create a colossus figure his father Karunanithi had carved out for him in Tamizhakam.

Boundaries Of Life : A Philosophical Barrier?

Once in a while we had to welcome some unknown guests from our past who may be a distant cousin or a long lost friend. Such meetings  generally end up as an unscripted drama wherein you tumble over the words as in most cases eventuality turned out be melodramatic in nature. You may be placed in an awkward situation that actually juxtaposes your likes and interests and often compels one to have disheartened chitchats. In such cases you may often started thinking about your lack of ability to deal with people. But it is not so.

Human beings are thus bound to cross boundaries in certain uncanny occasion that brings us into the boundaries of our life. Here the boundaries are not of the physical nature but are of the ones that are being nurtured out of education, society, social situations, interests, profession and so on. For example if you are a hardcore fan of football and in an instance when you are placed opposite to somebody who generally dislikes such sports it is quite common for you to not accept the actualities he/she lays in front of you and often silence prevails such talks. Here your beliefs are questioned which  is the most basic aspect of human consciousness and any form of contradictory beliefs always creates strife’s whatsoever.

It is actually quite confusing and questionable in a way on how we drew boundaries in our life. It is not something that personally we writes,dictates and recites. When you consider oneself then your opinions and beliefs are shaped out of your interactions with the society you am dealing with. It will be different to somebody else and thereby the off springs of these actualities can be denoted as the basic identity that defines our life. For example if you are born post second world war then you may have a different opinion about the war. But to the ones who had experienced the brutalities and bloodshed war offers the opinions would be different. Thus you create a world consciously in and around you thereby filtering all those ideas, ideals,thoughts, people and so on. In such a case you have a predetermined stand on most of the issues and thereupon you just hate all ideas that alter those beliefs. This is where the difficulty to adapt to a new system arises.

A system is a mixture of multiple realities that coincide at certain situations like one of the basic human emotions, fear. The fear that emanate from various occurrences in life happen to create similarities among us.People with fear of heights, fear of insects ,fear of darkness are bound to hold these similarities. So sometimes boundaries do coincide in certain aspects of life in everybody’s life. So don’t worry about the next time that you may feel you are out of the bounds.

Who Kills Who : Tale Of Indian News Stories

I write this post in the context of an event that happened less than 72 hours ago. A 23 year old man was murdered by group of criminals which include the brother of the victim’s wife. The reason was his sister went onto defy her family and married the victim who was unfortunately a lower caste man. The victim was found lying dead in a canal miles away from his home after being abducted from his home a day before by the gang says his father, who the very day lodged a complaint at police station. The police on the hand failed to take an decisive action on time stating silly reason as chief minister was visiting the district.

Now as the media converge over the story it is sure that people will soon reach out for more similar incidents and politicians will pay a visit to the victim’s house. While on the public front the online mourners will foul cry over the incidents, investigation and hastag their posts as likes, comments as shares pour in. There will also be people out there who may or may not have any idea about the incident but will try to politicalise the situation. This is not any form of my personal agenda to insult anyone but because of reason that of being a citizen I am also sick and tired of these dramas. The drama as I have mentioned occurs round the clock as something news worthy take place and gets enough interest. Now it is bound to occupy the front page of newspaper or through a break-in in a news channel. The following days will eventually be filled with follow up stories and sub stories. Eventually one day it will all disappear all of a sudden when the story loses its signifanace and may luckily for the sake occupies a corner in the local newspapers and channels. I can’t call it an intentional act or personal decision but more of a act of how system runs these days.

In a decade of page 3 syndrome and tablodisation it is quite common for someone to be famous for couple of minutes but it is also a truth that often for such silly stories some valuable stories are destined to be sacrificed. When TRP rating says more masala more time for entertainment and gossips is given the priority.

The priority here is born out of a system that demands sensationalized news for a large target audience who occups a converged media platform with a demand for more and more. When you ask for more and others starts to feed on your demands it is hard to turn your face against it.

Writing Off The Grid : Changing Scenario

It is substantially enough for a writer to sustain his livelihood in India, home to more than 130 crore people thereby allowing a writer enough target audience. But due to the unique demography of linguistic and cultural diversity the readership differ considerably in proportion with offline and online audiences. While even in today’s context where people are addicted to social media culture a large proportion of readership still have the urge for printed materials like newspapers to get hold of news. Today it is more of a daily routine as teens are compelled to read newspaper daily as it is as important as breakfast.

The newspaper is more than a century old in its performance but is comparatively way better than that of its successor television which is finding it hard to attract the attention of its viewers who had lost themselves in social media. While it looks a lot complicated for a writer especially for a newbie to find a platform to start it is even hard for a established writer to sustain in his/her role due to changes in the system. Back in the day when blogging went crazy worldwide it was considered the best platform for people who love to share ideas,articles,stories,poetry and so on and was the best possible job one could do sitting back home. Even my old lady back home used to check for cooking remedies all over the internet as it was less complicated to handle. But after a decade we all saw the boom in the culture which lead to what that is called information overload as you get too much of information in social media that you ain’t bother about scavenging books to do your assignments. But at this point it all look pretty much of a good news for a freelance writer in India as more people fled more viewers and more traffic. But what happened in this evolution was that in next couple of years audience with the public forums in hands were given golden opportunity which allowed them to write and publish whatever they want. This lead to rise in false information’s without any sensible background. This lead to the losing of credibility of many established writers. The widespread plagiarism all over internet created a large vacuum of pure lies and truths . This lead to significant lose in traffics and thereby income for many bloggers and freelancers. Today it is thereby hard to distinguish between what is a true and what is false.

ഒരു രാത്രി കൂടി

മങ്ങിയ നിറമുള്ള പരുത്തി വസ്ത്രം ആ ജനാലകളെ മറച്ചിരുന്നു. അതിൽ ചുവന്ന റോസാപ്പൂക്കളാൽ അലങ്കരിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു. ചൂട് അസഹ്യമാണ്. വായുമാർഗം കടക്കുവാൻ ഒന്നും തന്നെ അവിടെയുണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല. സമയം അറിയില്ല, തീർത്തും നിശബ്ദത നിറഞ്ഞു നിൽക്കുകയാണ് അവിടെയാകെ. കണ്ണുകൾ അടച്ചു ഉറങ്ങുവാൻ തോന്നി. ക്ഷീണം ശരീരത്തെ കീഴടക്കാൻ തുടങ്ങിയെങ്കിലും മനസ്സ് ഒരു ലക്ഷ്യത്തിനായി ഉണർന്നിരുന്നു. കതകിൽ ആരോ മുട്ടുന്നുണ്ട്.

‘കടന്ന് വന്നോളൂ’ അവൾ പറഞ്ഞു.

കാഴ്ച്ച മങ്ങിയിരുന്നെങ്കിലും മേശയിൽ അയാൾക്കായി വച്ചിരുന്ന ഒരു പൊതിയെടുത്ത അവൾ അയാൾക്ക്‌ നീട്ടി. പതിവുപോലെ വാങ്ങുവാൻ അയാൾ മടികാണിച്ചെങ്കിലും അവൾ അത് അയാളുടെ കൈയിൽ അമർത്തി കൊടുത്തു.

‘ഇതു കുറവാണല്ലോ ?. ഇതു കൊണ്ട് ഒന്നും ആവില്ല ‘, അയാൾ ഒറ്റനോട്ടത്തിൽ പറഞ്ഞു. ‘ബാക്കി എപ്പോൾ തരും. ഇനി സമയമില്ല. അറിയാലോ ?. പറഞ്ഞിരുന്ന അവധിയൊക്കെ കഴിയുകയാണ് നാളെ; അയാൾ തെല്ലു അരിശത്തോടെ പറഞ്ഞു നിർത്തി.

എന്തൊ ഒന്നുകൂടി പറയാൻ അയാൾ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചിരുനെങ്കിലും പറയാതെ നിശബ്ദനായി.

‘ ബാക്കി നാളെ ഞാൻ എത്തുച്ചേക്കാം. രാത്രി ഇനിയും ബാക്കിയാണ്. വരുവാൻ ഇനിയും ആൾ കാണും. ഇപ്പോൾ നിങ്ങൾ സമയം കളയാതെ പോകൂ ‘, അവൾ തെല്ലു ദേഷ്യത്തോടെ പറഞ്ഞൊപ്പിച്ചു. അവളുടെ ആത്മവിശ്വാസം അയാൾ വിശ്വസിപ്പിച്ചിരിക്കാം. അയാൾ  ഉടൻ തന്നെ മുറിവിട്ട് പുറത്തു പോയി. ഉള്ളിൽ വെറുപ്പുണ്ടെങ്കിലും അയാളെ അവൾ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നു. കഴിഞ്ഞ പല വർഷങ്ങളായി അയാൾ അവൾക്കു വേണ്ടി ചെയ്ത സഹായം ഈ ശരീരം കൊണ്ട്  അയാൾക്കു കൊടുത്ത പ്രതിഫലത്തിലും അധികമാണ്. അമ്മ ആരെന്നു അറിയാതെ അയാൾ തന്റെ മകനെ വളർത്തി വലുതാക്കി. ഇന്ന് അവൻ തന്റെ പഠനം കഴിഞ്ഞു പുറത്തു ഇറങ്ങുകയാണ്. നാളെ അവന്റെ ഫീസിന്റെ കുടിശ്ശിക അടച്ചു തീർക്കുവാനുള്ള അവസാന തീയതിയാണ്. മാസങ്ങളായി ഈ ശരീരം വിറ്റുകിട്ടിയ കാശുകൊണ്ടാണ് അവനെ പഠിപ്പിച്ചത്, അവൻ പോലുമറിയാതെ. ഇന്നു കൂടി, ഈ ഒരു രാത്രി കൂടി മതിയാവും എല്ലാം തനിക്കു മതിയാക്കാൻ. ഓരോന്നും ആലോചിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരുന്ന അവൾ ഒരാൾ തന്റെ മുറിയിലേക്കു കടന്നു വന്നത് അപ്പോഴാണ് അറിഞ്ഞത്. അവൾ പെട്ടെന്ന് എഴുന്നേറ്റ് കട്ടിലൊക്കെ വിരിച്ചു ശരിയാക്കി.

‘കാശ് മുമ്പേ പറഞ്ഞേക്കാം. പിന്നീട് കുറക്കാൻ പറ്റില്ല. നിങ്ങൾക്കു മനസിലായോ ?’,അവൾ ഇതിനിടയിൽ പറഞ്ഞു. അയാൾ ഇതു കേട്ടിട്ടു ഒന്നും മിണ്ടിയില്ല. അയാൾ അപ്പോഴും ഇരുട്ടിൽ നിൽക്കുകയാണ്.

അവൾക്കു ദേഷ്യം വന്നുവെങ്കിലും അതൊന്നും കാട്ടാതെ അവൾ മേശയിൽ വച്ചിരുന്ന വിളക്കെടുത്ത അയാളുടെ മുഖത്തേക്ക് തെളിയിച്ചു. സുന്ദരനായി ഒരു ചെറുപ്പക്കാരൻ അവിടെ നിന്നു കരയുകയാണ്. അവൾ ആകെ കുഴങ്ങിയിരുന്നു. അവൾക്കു ഒന്നും പിടികിട്ടിയിരുന്നില്ല. അവൾ എന്തെങ്കിലും പറയുന്നതിനും മുമ്പേ അയാൾ തന്റെ ഇടറിയ സ്വരത്തിൽ ഒരൊറ്റ വാക്കുമാത്രം അവളോട് പറഞ്ഞു…

‘അമ്മേ…. ‘


A Bizarre Fairy Tale

Once upon a time in a deep distant land as mentioned in the old fashioned fairytales there lived the ‘good’. The ‘good’ had a not so good neighbour namely ‘evil’ who always find a reason to fight with the ‘good’. One day an infant born named ‘religion’ was stuck up in their topic for fight and it was all that was necessary to trigger a great war, war of all wars , a never ending war as the old men and saints say. As the war started to take the shape and kept it’s momentum running throughout centuries ‘religion’ was almost at it’s prime. As days and ages changed everything changed and ‘religion’ now has a family with dozens of wives namely ‘caste’,’creed’,’color’ and so on. Now while all this changes happened our two main chieftains ‘good’ and ‘evil’ continue to exhibit their presence despite letting the fight being handed down to their children ‘humans’. Now the war is quite modern and unlike the old days not just the soldiers fought the war but  also everyone on the entire tribe have their own groups to fight for each other. Once the fight was only between the two, now it is between more than two say maybe infinite since nobody knows how many groups exist. But at the end of day nobody won and everybody lost a fair share. As the war progressed  this poor writer may not be there alive to unveil to you the forthcoming events of the war of wars. But one thing I am quite sure is that there are lot more words that have to be filled here inorder to end this fairytale in the words ‘thereby they lived happy there after’.

Nb: please don’t find a male chuvanism in it and everything mentioned here is of pure satire.

The Day Of Living Dead: Different Apocalyptic World

It was the day the world changed. The day the phenomenal death has finally given up. Humanity woke up to see a day when humans ceased dying. Even if you are aged and your flesh withered out exposing your frail bones you still keep on living. Infants born are placed with much burden of acknowledging every bunch of ancestors who created so much confusion and fuzz that infants born in a generation decided not to acquiesce anyone other than their dada and mama. While infants have their own troubles ,the world order was totally in jeopardy. The democracy soon was more a deflated balloon and finally it collapsed. Money soon disappeared and war broke out and went cold soon as war can never be war when no one dies. Borders disappeared and countries shut down. People moved freely all around with no system or rules whatsoever to stop them. Nobody bother to kill nobody as death was erased from their reality. Terrorists disappeared and criminals was no where to be seen. 

With boredom some even tries to go to outer space but was left in space as rocket boosters failed. People tried their best to die but nothing happened and was left only with burden of pain one way or another. Earth become so populated that it was impossible to move around and one day people vowed not to give birth again as sex was soon restricted and eventually forgotten in time. Human were deprived of all sins as nobody find meaning with existence.Religions have disappeared long ago that it never was a form of comfort. People soon lost count on their relatives as men and women moved all around the world without any particular reason and soon lost count on relationship too. Food become scare and earth became dirtier. All moved around as caste,creed,colour or any of other differences does not matter at all as living dead keep on walking as hope and prospect of future was uncertain.

ഇതാണ് ഞങ്ങളുടെ രാഷ്ട്രീയം 

കാലം മാറി കഥ  മാറി എന്നുതിരിച്ചറിയാൻ മലയാളികൾക്ക് ഇത്തിരി ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടാണ്.ബാർ പൂട്ടൽ  മുതൽ ഗുണ്ടസ്ക്വാഡ്‌ വരെ എത്തിനിൽക്കുന്ന  രാഷ്ട്രീയ ഇടപെടലുകൾ ഓരോരോ ഈർക്കിലി രാഷ്ട്രീയ നേതാക്കളെയും പോലും ചൊടിപ്പിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട് എന്നാണ് കേട്ടുകേൾവി. പണ്ടൊക്കെ ഇലക്ഷന് മുന്പും പിൻന്പും കുപ്പി കാട്ടിയാൽ  രാഷ്ട്രീയ പുലംബുന്ന അണികൾ ഒത്തിരി കിട്ടുമായിരുന്നു. പാർട്ടി ഏതായാലും കുപ്പി കൊടുത്താൽ പാർട്ടി നമ്മുടെ പാർട്ടി എന്നു ചിലർ  നിസ്സംഗതം പറയും. ഇന്നിപ്പോൾ കുപ്പി കിട്ടാത്ത പേരിൽ പാർട്ടി മാറുന്ന അണികളാണ് എങ്ങും.  അതുകൊണ്ട്‍ സമരത്തിനും ഹർത്താലിനും ഭായിമാരെ വാടകയ്ക്കു എടുക്കുന്നതാണ് ഇപ്പോഴത്തേത് പാർട്ടിക്കാരുടെ ഒരിത്. 

ഇലെക്ഷനും ബഹളവും അഴിമതിവിമുക്ത പ്രഖ്യാപനവും ഒക്കെ തകൃതിയായി നടന്നെങ്കിലും കണ്ണൂരിൽ നിന്നുള്ള സഖാവിന്റെ കാലകേടു പാർട്ടിയുടെ കാലകേടായി മാറിയിട്ടുണ്ടോന്നു സംശയം ഇല്ലാതില്ല.പാർട്ടിയുടെ ശക്തികേന്ദ്രത്തിൽ കാര്യങ്ങൾ അത്ര സുഖകരമല്ലെന്നാണ് കേട്ടുകേൾവി. വെട്ടും കുത്തും  രാഷ്ട്രീയ കൊലപാതകവും ഒക്കെ വര്ഷങ്ങളായിട്ടു നടന്നുവരുന്ന ഒരാചാരം ആണെന്നു ഓരോരോ കുട്ടിക്ക്  പോലുമറിയാം .പണ്ടൊന്നും ഇല്ലാത്തപോലെ ചോദ്യങ്ങളും മറുചോദ്യങ്ങളും ചാനൽ ചർച്ചകളും ചില കലാകാരന്മാരെ അലോസരപ്പെടുത്തിയിട്ടുണ്ട്.കൂടാതെ നല്ലപിള്ള  ചമയാനുള്ള സർക്കാരിന്റെ സാഹസങ്ങൾ പലതും തിരിച്ചടി കിട്ടുന്നുണ്ടെന്നാണ് ഫോർട്ട്  കൊച്ചിയിലെ നിന്നുള്ള വാർത്തകളിൽ കേൾക്കുന്നത് . കയ്ച്ചിട്ടു തുപ്പാനും വയ്യ മധുരിച്ചിട്ടു ഇറക്കാനും  വയ്യ  എന്ന അവസ്ഥയിലാണ് മുഖ്യനും  കൂട്ടരും .ഗുണ്ടസ്ക്വാഡ്‌ പ്രഖ്യാപനവും നടപടിയും ഒക്കെ തകൃതിയായി നടക്കുന്നു എന്നതിൽ ചിലർക്കൊക്കെ സമാധാനിക്കാം . ആരൊക്കെ സമരത്തിൽ പങ്കെടുത്തു പങ്കെടുത്തില്ല എന്നതിന്റെ സർവ്വേ പാർട്ടിക്കുള്ളിൽ മുതിർന്ന സഖാവ് നടത്തിയെന്നും മറ്റും വാർത്തകൾ കണ്ടിരുന്നു. പഴയ മുഖ്യൻ പുന്നപ്രയിൽ പോയോ പോയില്ല എന്നത് വ്യക്തമല്ല എന്നാലും സ്വയം പങ്കെടുത്തില്ലെന്നു സഖാവ് ഇപ്പോഴെങ്കിലും തുറന്നുപറഞ്ഞു.നല്ലകാര്യം.

പ്രതിപക്ഷത്തു  ഇരിക്കുന്നവർക് നോമ്പ് കാലമാണ് എന്നുതോന്നിപ്പോകും അവരുടെ രാഷ്ട്രീയ ഇടപെടൽ കണ്ടാൽ. ഭരണകക്ഷിയെക്കാളും ആരോപണങ്ങൾ നേരിടുന്ന പ്രതിപക്ഷമാണെന്നു കണ്ടാൽ ചിലപ്പോൾ തോന്നിപോകും  . മാണിയും,ഇലെക്ഷനും, തോൽവിയും ഒക്കെ തന്ന തിരിച്ചടി അതിജീവിക്കാൻ പാർട്ടിക്കു കഴിയുന്നുണ്ടോ എന്നത് ഒരു ചോദ്യചിന്നമായി നിലനിൽക്കുന്നു.തൊട്ടതൊക്കെ തിരിച്ചടി തരുന്നത് കാണുമ്പോ  കാലകേടു തന്നെയുന്നു  പറയാം ചില  അണികൾക്ക് ആശ്വസിക്കാൻ . മൂന്നാം മുന്നണിയുടെ വരവ് പാർട്ടിയെ തളർത്തി എന്നും ഇല്ലെന്നും ചിലർ നിസംഗതം പറയുന്നുണ്ടെങ്കിലും അണികളുടെ കൊഴിഞ്ഞുപോക്കിനു യാതൊരു കുറവുമില്ല.പാലാക്കാരെയും പൂഞ്ഞാറുകാരെയും  പിണക്കിയത് ശരിയായിലെന്ന് ചില നേതാക്കൾക്ക് ഇപ്പൊ തോന്നിക്കാണും. മുന്നണിയുടെ തോൽവി  ആരുടെ  തെറ്റാണെന്നു കണ്ടെത്താനുള്ള കമ്മീഷൻ തുടങ്ങിയെന്നോ മറ്റോ കേട്ടിരുന്നു.  എന്നാൽ ഇപ്പോൾ കമ്മീഷനും ഭരണകാലത്തെ പല പദ്ധതികൾ പോലെയാണെന്നാണ് കേൾക്കുന്നത് . കുറ്റം ആരുടേതാണെങ്കിലും കേന്ദ്രത്തെ സമീപിക്കുന്നതിൽ  ഉള്ള  പഴയ ഏർപ്പാടിനോട്  പലർക്കും  താത്പര്യം കുറഞ്ഞതായാണ്  കേൾക്കുന്നത്. അമ്മ മകൻ  രാഷ്രിയത്തിനോട് ഇപ്പൊ പഴയ പോലെ  വിശ്വാസം കുറവാണുതാനും.പ്രതിപക്ഷത്തു ഇരുന്നു കൊണ്ട് കാര്യമായ സർക്കാർ വിരുദ്ധ മുദ്രവാക്യമൊന്നും നടത്തിയിട്ടുമില്ലതാനും. സ്വാശ്രയ മെഡിക്കൽ കോളേജ്  പ്രവേശനം ചൊല്ലി ചില നേതാക്കൾ ഒന്നോ രണ്ടോ ദിവസം  നിരാഹാരം കിടക്കോ മറ്റോ ചെയ്തിരുന്നു എന്നും കേട്ടിരുന്നു .മുന്നണിയുടെ  അയഞ്ഞ പ്രതികരണം കണ്ടാൽ തോന്നും കൈ നനയാതെ മീൻ പിടിക്കാൻ പഠിക്കുകയാണോ എന്നു . എന്തുതന്നെ ആയാലും ഈ കാലകേടിനു ഒരു ജോൽസ്യനെ കാണുന്നതായിരിക്കും എത്രയും പെട്ടെന്നു നല്ലതെന്നു പല  നേതാക്കൾക്കും തോന്നിയിരിക്കണം.

Portraying Isolation


Guess what that building in the picture i captured is a local “Toddy Shop” . . .

It is said that majority of the acute drinkers is drinking inorder to forget their past memories,sadness,stress, pain etc etc . . .

So as a matter of fact ,can we compare this picture to the life of a drunkard??

The buliding and coconut tree in an isolated place can quite signify a drunkard’s isolated nature.That is he/she is completely cut of from the normal life.The water around them show the intensity of the issue . . .

what do you think???