Monday, June 25, 2018

Toys of his Choice!

“Oh! It is already 11 o’ clock, Chettan(her husband) will come for lunch,” Madhumati hurried to prepare the food for lunch. It was a Sunday, so her mind had entered into a holiday mood, carrying out her routines in a slow pace. When she looked for vegetables, she found the lack of green chillies.  Along with her five-year-old son, Ashik, she set out to a nearby vegetable vendor’s shop, which sold vegetables of all kinds.  On the way the kid watched a red toy-car lying in an almirah of a shop. The child demanded his mama to buy him that toy. She was reluctant to buy, as she hadn’t had any added money with her at that time.

 His papa, Govind and Mama, Madhumati had been managing to acquire toys aplenty for the VIP of their tiny haven, in spite of their scanty income. At times the dearth of revenue made them postpone certain demands of their little son. Even then, they tried their best to make their dear darling gleeful.

 The little one was snivelling and snivelling on the way over the toy. He didn’t stop to play with his mates, his favorite rose blooms, didn’t look at his pals, the squirrels practising tree-climbing and didn’t heed attention to his pet, Kutty the kitten rushing to rub its face on him. At home, he sat away from everything, even from his mama to express his protest.

That day, unlike the other days, Govind, arrived at home around5 o’ clock. He, being an auto rickshaw driver could get to his domicile at about 8 pm only. Ashik took a rapid leap to his papa, but his papa advanced to the bed giving him a feeble smile. Papa, who was very keen in executing his son’s demand, was tired and expressed the indication of a discomfort. The child’s depth of enthusiasm diminished a bit observing his papa’s exhaustion. So he kept himself a little away from him. But his papa agreed to buy it, the next day. On inquiry, Madhumati realized that Govind was not well, as he suffered a sort of nausea and a pain on his temple and it was unusual for him.

 Without wasting much time she took him to the nearby hospital where he had to be admitted. A series of tests like scanning, blood analysis, urine culture, E.C.G test, and the like were administered. The dearth of revenue was compensated by his friends. Finally found that it was the attack of a horrifying viral fever called Nipah. Nipah is an unwanted guest started paying visits in numerous North Kerala families and it is successful in resisting all kinds of medication so far. It is highly contagious also.

When Govind was diagnosed as infected, he was taken to an isolated room. His dear and near, though wanted to know his knowhow’s, were denied permission. Madhumati, who very much wanted to be by his side and heed service, also was not allowed to go near.

 Ashik’s toy didn’t sink into forgetful water-basin, as its thought time and again approached him, “I want to see papa. He will take me to the shop. He will buy me the toy,” the tiny continued whining to his mama. No words of solace from her settled him. When she touched the foot of her patience, under duress she had to use her right hand on his thigh. His groaning sound amplified a tad and gradually got into a mute state.

Madhumati and Ashik had to reluctantly return home.  The kinfolk who were surrounding them slowly withdrew their appendages from the proximity of the hospital on account of the fear of fatality.

“We cannot blame them because they might be thinking of their own life,” she spoke to herself, “And standing here long is a risk.”

Anguish and anxiety occupied the platform of her sleep. Her mind sank into redundant thoughts. The poor kid after bewailing for long fell into a sleep slowly. Madhmati’s parents, who were ready to make their ingress into her residence, were advised not to.

Next day Govind’s healthiness showed a little brightness, but things didn’t last long, as on the third-day things got worse. Madhumat’s mind was with her better-half and God, all the time. She was not in a good frame of mind to cook or eat. As her darling suddenly loomed in her mind, she prepared something to answer his thirst and hunger. Madhumati performed her routine duties just as a machine, as her mind fully was with her hubby, who was all alone from the relatives. She surpassed the time with heaviness in heart and distress in mind, because a premonition of an ill fate haunted her.

Two days passed without any pluses in his fitness. His condition was deteriorating instead.  God seemed to be blind towards Mathumati’s plea.  And finally, as Madhumati’s sixth sense hinted, the news opposite to what she wanted to hear, hit her ear. He bade goodbye to all and eventually, his soul sought the exosphere. Madhumati felt that her right hand was chopped off. She couldn’t cry because the depth of agony turned her anesthetized.

Madhumati, Ashik and other dear ones were not allowed to view the body, because the ferocious viruses would communicate themselves from person to person with immediacy. Ashik didn’t comprehend anything; he went on with his act of bewailing for kissing his dear papa.
“I want to kiss…u...u...u...u papa, take me, u...u...u, take me...e…e...e...e, I want to kiss you, papaaaaa, now I want to come to you. …,” the five-year-old Ashik was continuously troubling his grandpa, who was profoundly shedding tears.

The officials made the arrangements for the cremation of the cadaver. It was in fact burnt into ashes by taking all kinds of precautions. The nurse, who was rendering her service to Govind, approached Madhumati and spoke something in consolation. After a while, she opened his voice message in her phone.

 It spoke in a puny tired tone, “Madhu, when… you... get... the …. Insurance... money, buy ….our darling the toys of his…. C...h...o…i….”

Monday, June 11, 2018

The Accordionists!

 High jumpers are the
Athlete-frogs; the tracks theirs are
 both land and water.

 Accordionists too
Are they; play rough sweet tunes
On their inbuilt tools.

Show their talent to
 Alert beings, when becomes
furious, Nature.

The accordions,
Showing monsoon's onset, are
 In their highest pitch.

 The composer-frog
starts the performance; the troupe
 in chorus follows.

Play they their tools well
Prior to nature's band-men's
Arrival-rain and storm.

Carpe Diem #1449 river frog (kajika)

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

ഒരു മൗന വിലാപം!

A couple of months back, a blue whale’s cadaver lay on the shore of the Arabian Sea. The postmortem revealed that its abdomen was full of coloured polythene articles. It might have gulped the polythene bags mistaking them as its prey.
The whale has been personified here and it is bewailing on its fate.         

 കടലിലെ നീലത്തിമിംഗലമാണ് ഞാൻ
എനിയ്ക്കിന്നെൻ മാതാവു കടലമ്മയും.  
തിരയാം കരങ്ങളാൽ തഴുകി ജനനി 
കരുതലോടെതന്നെയാലിംഗനവും.  .

എന്നുടെ വലിപ്പത്താലാശങ്ക പേറി  
എന്നും ജന്തുക്കളോടി മറയുന്നു.
ആത്മാഭിമാനത്താലാനന്ദം പൂണ്ട്
റാണിയെപ്പോലെ വാണീടുന്നുഞാൻ ..

എന്നാലിന്നെൻറ്റെ കാര്യങ്ങൾ കഷ്ടം  
ഉടലിലുമുള്ളിലും കൊടിയ വേദന.
നിങ്ങൾക്കു ഗ്രഹിയ്ക്കാൻ,കഴിയുമോന്നറിയില്ല  
ഞങ്ങൾ ചൊല്ലീടുന്ന മൗനമൊഴി.

മനുജൻ തന്നെയീ പീഡതൻ കാരണം
മനുഷ്യാ നീ വിതറുന്ന മാലിന്യം തന്നെ. 
മാസ്മര വർണത്തിൽ 'പ്ലാസ്റ്റിക്കിൻ'വസ്തുക്കൾ 
സാഗര മാതാവിൻ മാറിലെറിയും.

പലവർണ്ണഭംഗിയിൽ ആകൃഷ്ടയായി
പലകാലമതെല്ലാം ഭക്ഷിച്ചുപോന്നു.
അറിഞ്ഞില്ല ഞാൻതെല്ലുമതി ലുള്ളപാകം    
അറിയുന്നതിപ്പോൾ നൊമ്പരം മാത്രം.

പാവങ്ങൾ  ഞങ്ങളെ  മർത്യഗണങ്ങൾ
ജീവിയ്ക്കാൻ  അനുവദിച്ചീടുമോ ഇവിടെ?
വലിപ്പത്തിൽ  മുന്നിൽ  ശക്തിയിൽ   മേലെ
എങ്കിലും നിങ്ങൾക്കു ക്ലേശം തരില്ല.

കാട്ടാളവർഗത്തിൻ പേരല്ലോ  നരനെന്ന്!
കാട്ടുനീതിതന്നെ നടത്തീടുന്നു .
ചരണങ്ങളെനിയ്ക്കുണ്ടേൽ  നിങ്ങളെപ്പോലെ
കരയിൽ  കയറി ഞാൻ നന്മപഠിപ്പിയ്ക്കാം.

 നിങ്ങൾക്കുതുല്യം ഈഭൂവിന്നവകാശം
ഞങ്ങളാo പ്രാണികൾക്കുണ്ടെന്നറിയൂ.
ക്രൂരനാം പൂമാനിതറിയാത്തപോലെ
 ഭൂരിഭാഗം ഭൂമി സ്വന്തമാക്കീടുന്നു.

മനുഷ്യാ,നിൻ ദ്രോഹത്താൽ ജീവിവർഗ്ഗത്തെ  
ആശ്ലേഷം ചെയ്യുന്നകാലേ മൃതു.
എനിയ്ക്കു  വിഹായസ്സിൽ  എത്തേണമിപ്പോൾ  
എന്തിനു  നീയിത്ര  നിർദ്ദയനായി?

 മനുജാ  നിന്നെപ്പോലെ  കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെ  പെറ്റു
മാന്യമായ് പാലൂട്ടി  വളർത്തുന്നു ഞങ്ങൾ.
ആയുസ്സിൻ നീളത്തിൽ  സമം ഞാനും  നീയും
ആയുസ്സല്പങ്കൂടിയെങ്കിലും   ഞങ്ങൾക്ക്.

പൊന്നുപോലെയൊരു മകുളുണ്ടെനിയ്ക്ക്
എന്നുടെ അന്ത്യത്തിലനാഥയാകും.
നിന്നുടെ കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങൾ നിന്നെ  പിരിയുമ്പോൾ
തോന്നീടും ഉത്ക്കണ്ഠ ഞങ്ങൾക്കുമുണ്ട്.

വയറിനുള്ളിൽ  നോവ്വല്ലാതെ ഏറുന്നു
വയ്യല്ലോ  ദൈവമേ സഹിച്ചീടുവാൻ. 
ഗാത്രം  തളരുന്നു  ചലനം  ചുരുങ്ങുന്നു
 ബോധവും മറയുന്നു പതിയെ പതിയെ.

മരണമല്ലേയെന്നും മരിയ്ക്കാത്ത സത്യം
മരങ്ങൾക്കും മൃഗങ്ങൾക്കും നിനക്കും സഹജം.
പരിണാമമോർക്കാതെ പണത്തിനുവേണ്ടി
പരിസരം നശിപ്പിക്കും ചെകുത്താനാണു നീ.

മർത്യാ , നിന്നാർത്തിതന്നന്ത്യഫലത്താൽ
കൃത്യമായ്   നിന്നുടെ  നാശം തെളിയും.
പരമ്പര  നിന്നുടെ,  ഇവിടെപ്പാർക്കേണ്ടേ?
പരവേശം മാറ്റി ചിന്തിയ്ക്കൂ ശാന്തമായ്.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Her Better Half!

(A mini story)

As she crossed the brink of her wedlock, the flight of her hope took her amidst the brightness of the stars.   With milk in hand and mirth on lips noiselessly she stepped into the conjugal room. She took a few moments to realize that she was not dreaming because the room was highly decorated as if it was an exhibition hall.  The nuptial bed was adorned with an ornate sheet which seemed identical to a garden of multi-coloured blooms. Moreover, flowers fresh from the garden were sprinkled on the sheet and that made it difficult to differentiate the design from the real flowers. Ranjini though favoured not much snobbishness, somehow developed a fascination towards the decorations in that room.

Her better half had already established the ownership of his space on the bed.He was lying near the wall turning towards it.

She sat on the bed,” Milk.”

 He didn’t heed attention or pretended so. Ranjini slightly raised her voice,” Milk.”  He turned straight a little and lay facing the ceiling.

“Please drink a better half of the milk and give me the other half, “ Ranjini’s sound had captured a little anxiety in that.


“Amma told me to give the milk to you.,” Ranjini with a tint of sobbing in her voice.


“It is the custom, half you will have and the other half for me.”

“What custom? Don’t pretend. You are not that simple. I know you have a boyfriend. Together you were on beach, theatres and..  um….I don’t tell much,” his voice had attained more decibels in volume. 

An unforeseen thud hit her head and she slipped and directly fell into the abyss.  Such an awful blow, she couldn’t think of.

Ranjini’s sound was reluctant to come out; it held tightly to her throat. Her eyes instead started speaking by letting surge her tears in abundance. Her mind went on persuading her to pour her thoughts out through the throat.

Thinking, come what may she said,” How can you say so? Can you tell me the name? Who told you like that? A series of interrogations spurted out of her lingual part.

“Then why didn’t you withdraw? What for all these luxuries? You could turn back from this exercise,”  she said.

 “Having a boyfriend is not a big thing. No male will marry a flirting girt. I am not of that sort.My parents are very strict and I was fully in my studies.” continued she.

“I came to know the things yesterday only. I didn’t want to put up a show at this eleventh hour in front of all.”

“Okay, impossible to live with you, I’ll call my parents .I’ll go now itself,” she took a right turn and stepped towards the door.

A strong arm encircled her and another arm snatched the milk spilling it on the floor. Before understanding what had happened, she was in the close clutches of his arms.

“You know I am a cine-actor. How was my performance?” holding her more tightly.   

Sunday, March 25, 2018

വിട ചൊല്ലാം!

 കണ്ടോയീ ഗേഹത്തിന്നിന്നുള്ള ദുർദശ?
ഉണ്ടാകില്ലീയാലയം ഒരുനാളുമീമണ്ണിൽ.
മേൽക്കൂര തകർന്നതാ താഴേയ്ക്കമർന്നുപോയ്
മുറിവേറ്റു ഹൃത്തിനും  നീറുന്നൊരനുഭവം.

മനമാകുമതിദ്രുത അന്തരീക്ഷയാനം 
ഓർമ്മയാമുപഗ്രഹം  വിക്ഷേപിച്ചു.
പിന്നിലൂടൊഴുകിയ   ആണ്ടുകൾ താണ്ടി
മൗനമായുപഗ്രഹം 'ക്ലിക്ക്' ചെയ്തു ചിത്രങ്ങൾ.

എനിയ്ക്കെന്നും  നന്മകൾ നൽകിയ വസതി  എന്നുമേ ഞങ്ങൾക്കു  പെറ്റമ്മപോൽ.
ചിലവിട്ടിവിടെ  ഞാൻ  അബ്ദങ്ങൾ  തൃപ്തമായ്
പലകാലം പാർത്തല്ലോ  സുഖദുഃഖ  ഭാവത്തിൽ.

ഭർതൃ മാതാവിൻറ്റെ  ലളിതമാം രീതികൾ
കാർക്കശ്യം  ചാലിച്ച മാർദ്ദവം അച്ഛനും.
സ്നേഹത്തിൻ  മാതൃക കാട്ടും സഹോദരർ
മനതാരിൽ  മൂല്യമാം  ഇടങ്ങൾ തീർത്തു.

ആഞ്ഞിലി  ഗർവോടെ മേവുന്നൊരങ്കണം
എൻറ്റെയീ  അമ്മയ്ക്ക്  മോടി   കൂട്ടി.
കുമ്പിട്ടു  നിൽക്കുന്ന  ഒട്ടുമാവെല്ലാർക്കും
 മാമ്പഴം സ്നേഹത്താൽ വച്ചുനീട്ടി .

പത്രത്താൽ  സമൃദ്ധമാം ചെറുചെറു വൃക്ഷങ്ങൾ 
പ്രീതിയോടെ തമ്മിൽ ഉരുമ്മി നിന്നു .        
 തൊട്ടാലോ  വാടുന്ന  മുള്ളുള്ള സസ്യങ്ങൾ
ഹൃദ്യമാം കുസുമത്താൽ പുഞ്ചിരി തൂകി .

പാർശ്വത്തിൽ നല്ലൊരു  സാറ്റിൻ പുതച്ച്
വിശ്വത്തിൻ  വിരുതിൽ പച്ചനെൽപ്പാടം.
 പിച്ചിയോ കാട്ടി അവളുടെയഹംഭാവം 
 പിച്ചകത്തേക്കാൾ  ഭംഗിയവൾക്കെന്ന്.

ഇരുളിൻറ്റെ വർണത്തിൽ പക്വഫലം പേറി  
ഒരുഭാഗേ  നിന്നു ഞാറതൻ വൃക്ഷങ്ങൾ.
അതുകൊണ്ടു വീടിൻ നാമം'ഞാറയ്‌ക്കാട്ടേത്ത്'
ചതുപ്പും കുളങ്ങളും  ചുറ്റിലെമ്പാടും.

സൗരഭ്യം  പൊഴിയ്ക്കുന്ന  ചക്കപ്പഴം  കാട്ടി
ആരുപോയാലും  പ്ലാവുവിളിച്ചു.
അണ്ണാനും  കുയിലും  കാക്കയും   കുരുവിയും
നിർണ്ണയം ഹാജർ ശിഖരങ്ങളിൽ.

എറിഞ്ഞു  തെരുതെരെ കുട്ടികൾ മാവിൽ 
പാറതൻ  കഷണങ്ങൾ, മാമ്പഴം വീഴ്ത്താനായ്
ആനന്ദപൂർവ്വം  തലപൊക്കിയാലയം
സ്നേഹഭാവം കാട്ടി  ബന്ധമുറപ്പിച്ചു .

വിശാല ഉമ്മറം കടക്കുമ്പോൾ ഉള്ളിലായ്
ക്ഷണിയ്ക്കുന്നു പഞ്ചാര മണ്ണുള്ള നടുമുറ്റം.
പാടിയെല്ലാവരും മധുരമാം ഗാനങ്ങൾ
പാട്ടിലാക്കി മെല്ലെ നിദ്രകുമാരിയെ.

സമീപേ  പുതുഗൃഹം  ജനനമെടുത്തപ്പോൾ
ഹാ! മറന്നുപോയ് പഴയ ഗൃഹത്തെ.
പലകാലം സഹിച്ചതുപ്രിയരുടെ  നിന്ദ   
എല്ലാം മാനുജൻറ്റെ നന്ദികേട്.
ഗൃഹത്തിൻറ്റെയിന്നത്തെ പരിതാപം കാണുമ്പോൾ
സഹിയവയ്യാത്തൊരു നോവുണ്ടുള്ളിൽ.
ക്രൂരനാം പവനൻ തൻ  താണ്ഡവ നൃത്തത്താൽ
കാരുണ്യം കാട്ടാതെ  കൊലചെയ്തു വീടിനെ.

വീടിനു വിട  ചൊല്ലാം പൊളിച്ചുമാറ്റുംവേള
കാടുവളർന്നുള്ളിൽ കയറുവാൻ   ക്ലേശം.
സ്മൃതിയിലീ യാഥാർത്ഥ്യമെന്നും  സൂക്ഷിയ്ക്കേണം
മൃതിയുണ്ട് പിറവിതൻ പിന്നാലെ കവാത്തായ്.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Mystic Night!

Dawn, a quiet kid
 When grows into youth, attains
Might and power much.
Noon sights her making his pal,
Noisy Evening envies Dawn.

Wakes up to morning
Stillness,Dawn spreading splendor;
Noon cuddles cute Dawn.
Frowns Evening at Noon and waits
For Dusk with lust to hug her.

Arrives mystic Night
To alert all residents,
For meditation.
For a long rumination
The dwellers well close their eyes.


Monday, January 22, 2018

Corporate Bodies!


Now let us look into the ills, the society faces on account of corporate bodies’ presence. Can the corporate stand as a panacea for all that are unwell? No, the corporate bodies never care about what goes on around. Their eagle eyes aim  only at profit making and expanding their business empire, as they have been and are pro-profit entities. The corporate heads live in glass houses embedded in luxury and lavishness.

 Why to blame only the corporates, what about the politicians?  They too reside in star facilities at the cost of poor tax payers' money. The wealth amassed by them crosses even that of the corporates. If their legal and illegal deposits inside and abroad are shaken, that will suffice  to fulfill the countries commitments.And so stand their accomplices' savings also.

Another matter is the companies are bothered the least while acquiring the possession of people staying nearby for launching companies or inflating their business. Nor do they show any clemency to extent any aid to such people. They have hesitation naught to crush down all that blocks their fervor. The  
 There are corporate houses  that are seldom bothered about the goings-on around.  The atmosphere entirety becomes polluted as the corporate allows emergence of smokes to Air, disposes waste to land and water. And the waste from their produces stays about without rotting, injuring the purity of the environment. Health hazard is a vicious issue amidst the people residing nearby.

The corporate shouldn’t act blind in all those situations. They should keep their eyes wide open to learn the impediments that the people suffer from. They should do the needful to recuperate the harm and hurt brought by them to the habitat and inhabitants of the terrain.

Since the corporate employees draw remuneration at high rates, their spending ability goes high affecting the prices of goods which often mark inflation. Expansion of land cost, expense of building construction etc. nip the yen of men to have an own residence, in the bud itself.  Education becomes a twin sibling of corporate, as quality education is available only in self-financing institutions. Therefore good education remains as a discontented dream for the common man. 

Another main factor is, as it is said in its commencement, is lack of time on the part of corporate employees. While they immerse their heads in laptops, their offspring spend their babyhood in maids’ laps or in crèches. The corporate staff do not experience the exquisiteness of sunrise and sunset. They cannot enjoy rains or chills. They don’t have time enough to eat well, sleep snug and even bathe neat. Human relation’s warmth dies in the heart, rather being killed in the heart.  Here we should understand that  life does not mean only money.

  Corporate Heads should value the lives of their staff as there is only one life for both the heads and subordinates. As is stated earlier the children are deprived of their parents’ patting and pampering, since the time waits for none and instead waves it goodbye to all. Such children, the tomorrow’s citizens may not understand the warmth of human liaison and when they grow up their old age parents may be left uncared.  And moreover act they may against the interest of the country due to scarcity of patriotism. 
Citizens’ paramount affairs like family rapport, recreation, housekeeping, communication with kith and kin, merging with the society etc. will flee the environs and vanish from the vicinity. People lead a mechanical mode of life with little cognizance about the occurrences around. What the corporate should do is they should employ more persons for each job, i.e. the load will get distributed among more people lessening the employees’ weight of their physique as well as psyche.

The case in point is that a job with two employees can have three or four and the amount earmarked for two’s salary may suffice for three or four, provided it is not too measly. The staff will obtain a life good to live in spite of the fact that their take home salary becomes a little less.

 The corporate bodies should consider the staff’s family life too, so that their satiated souls will find ease in working more efficiently. Peaceful mind of the employees will love their companies wholeheartedly and work earnestly with full spirit; the advantage will lie with the company only. The quality and quantity of a companies’ produce will then undoubtedly mark significant updation and upgradation. A strong bond among kin of the staff, will lead to family link, extended family relation and social communication and eventually the Nation will become the utmost beneficiary.