ആരുടേതായിരിക്കാം!

പത്രത്താളിൽ വാർത്തവായിക്കാനായി ഞാൻ

ചാരുകസേരയിൽ ചാഞ്ഞിരുന്നു.

നിദ്ര തലോടി സമീപേയണഞ്ഞെന്നെ,

ഭദ്രം, അറിഞ്ഞീല കൂമ്പിയക്ഷി.

ജാഗ്രതമാഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഉള്ളത്തിലെത്തിയ

വിഗ്രഹം ആരുടേതായിരിക്കാം?

ജാഗ്രതവന്നപ്പോൾ ശീലച്ചുഴികളിൽ

 തപ്പിത്തപ്പി ഞാൻ പരതിനോക്കി.

കുഞ്ഞിക്കാൽ പിച്ചയാൽ വീഴുവാൻ പോയപ്പോൾ

കൈചേർത്തു നിർത്തിയ മാതാവാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിലോ ഗൃഹേ സഹായം നൽകിയ

അപ്പുറംവീട്ടിലേ ചേച്ചിയാകാം!

കുട്ടിക്കാലച്ചൂരാൽ ഇളകിയ നേരത്ത്

ഉണ്മതെളിച്ച ഗുരുവുമാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിൽ ഞാൻചെയ്തയജ്ഞാതതെറ്റുകൾ

ആർദ്രം തിരുത്തിയ താതനാകാം.

മന്മനേയേറ്റൊരു നൊമ്പര ക്ഷതത്തിൽ

മെല്ലെയമൃതിട്ട പ്രിയനാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിലെന്നിലായ്  പങ്കംദർശിച്ചെങ്കിൽ

വെല്ലാൻ സഹായിച്ചമിത്രമാകാം!

ഗേഹത്തിൻ ഭാരത്താൽ ശിരസ്സങ്ങ് ചാഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ

സ്നേഹത്താൽ ചുംബിച്ച പുത്രനാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിൽ വല്ലാത്തനീണ്ടയുറക്കത്തെ

മെല്ലെ തളർത്തിയമുത്തിയാകാം!

പൊയ്പ്പോയ കാലത്തിന്‍  പാതയിലെങ്ങാനും

ചായ്വെന്നിൽ കാട്ടിയ മുഖവുമാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിൽ തുളുമ്പും കണ്ണീർക്കണങ്ങളെ

ഒപ്പിയെടുത്തൊരു   ബന്ധുവാകാം!

 വീഥിയിൽ സന്ദേഹം, സംഭ്രാന്തിപൂണ്ടപ്പോൾ

പാഥേയമേകിയ  ശ്രീമാനാകാം!

അല്ലെങ്കിൽ  ദാഹജലത്തിൻ മോഹംതീർക്കാൻ

പാനീയമേകിയ മാന്യയാകാം!

ഓരോരോ ആനനം സ്‌മൃതിയൽ കടന്നപ്പോൾ

ഓർമ്മയിൽ വന്നൊരു നീതിശാസ്ത്രം.

ജീവിത പന്ഥാവിൽ ധാരാളം മാനവർ

ഭാവിയിൽ നമ്മെ തുണയ്ക്കും ദൃഢം.

മുന്നേറി പൊക്കോളൂ ശങ്കിച്ചു നിൽക്കേണ്ടാ

മാർഗ്ഗം തെളിയ്ക്കുവാൻ  ആരോ വരും.

ഈ മഹാ ഗോളത്തിൽ നമ്മുടെ ഭൂവിടം

ഇന്നാരും  കൈയേറി പോയിട്ടില്ല.

You(U) and I !

(A Riddle in Rhyme)

We are five of twenty six,

Stay and play with twenty one.

Power of ours can't you imagine,

 Without us sure, you can't shine.

Ready to go, we are, with all,

Living together others we do.

To every country we can ride,

People find us in their need.

We all are there for precaution,

None are there in sky and fly.

One is there in 'thrill’ and ‘drill’

And another makes a step in 'best'.

Our native place is in  U.K, you know?

And  we are V.I .P's in  all countries.

We don’t need any passport record

And nor we want any visa also.

Follow we certain policies,
Which you all have to justify. 
Two of us can stand upright,
But others can only with support.  

Can you guess now who we are?

We are the five of English 'Letters'.

You all call us Vowels five.

A, E, I, O, and you(U)  are we.

sarala

ഗുരുശിഷ്യബന്ധം!

(ഉന്നത)

ഗുരുശിഷ്യബന്ധത്തിന്റെ  പവിത്രതയറിഞ്ഞീടാൻ 

പൗരാണികകാലത്തേക്കു മോദമായി യാത്രപോകാം.

ധരിത്രിതൻ പവിത്രമാമാരണ്യത്തിന്നുദ്യാനത്തിൽ,

അരിയവേലകൾ കാട്ടി നില്പതുണ്ടു ശാഖിവൃന്ദം.  

           

സാലങ്ങൾതൻ സംഘത്തിലായ് നേതാവായി നിൽപ്പൂ വൃക്ഷം  

ആലോലമായാടുന്നുണ്ടേയാനന്ദനർത്തനം ചെയ്‍വാൻ.

കാന്താരത്തിൻ പേരാൽച്ചോട്ടിൽ  ചൈതന്യമോലും പ്രതിമ,

ദ്രോണാചാര്യഗുരുവിന്റെ  ദേവതുല്യമൂർത്തി കാണാം.

ഗുരുപാഠം കിട്ടിയില്ലാ   ഏകലവ്യാനാം വേടന്നായ് 

 ഗുരുവിൻറെ  മൂർത്തിമുന്നിൽ  സായകസാധകം ചെയ്തു.  

മെയ്യുകൊണ്ടും മനംകൊണ്ടും  ശീലിച്ചെല്ലാമേകലവ്യൻ 

ആയുധവിദ്യയിലായി  കേമത്തം സ്വായത്തമാക്കി. 

         

വേടനായ ഏകലവ്യനന്ന്യമാണാചാര്യപാഠ-

മടവിൻ നൈപുണ്യം തോറ്റു വേടന്റെ ശ്രമത്തിൻ മുന്നിൽ.

പാടവം സാഷ്ടാംഗം ചെയ്തു  ഏകലവ്യനെ വന്ദിച്ചു,

ആടൽമാറ്റി വേടൻ തയ്യാർ വേല കാട്ടാനെവിടേയും. 

ഗുരുവെത്തീ  വനത്തിലായ് വരേണ്യശിഷ്യന്മാരൊപ്പം,

ഗുരുവിന്റെ  ദൃശ്യം പെയ്തു  പുളകമാവേടന്നുള്ളിൽ.

ദക്ഷിണസമർപ്പിക്കുവാൻ  വേളവന്നു കൂപ്പിനിന്നു,

ശിഷ്ടതാപൂർവ്വമായ്  ശിഷ്യൻ   വന്ദിച്ചൂ ദ്രോണഗുരുവേ.

 ദ്രോണരുടെ വചനത്താൽ  തള്ളവിരൽഛേദിച്ചവൻ,

അണുവിടതെറ്റിക്കാതെ  ആചാര്യനായ് കാഴ്‌ചവച്ചു.

ഗുരുശിഷ്യബന്ധത്തിന്റെ നിർമ്മലസരണി കാണാൻ  

പാരിലുള്ള  പുമാന്മാർക്കു ദൃശ്യമാകും ഭാരതത്തിൽ.  

ദോണരെന്തേയതുകാട്ടി  സ്പർദ്ധയാണോ വേർതിരിവോ?

ഭാവി ദ്രോണർ കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ടാമബദ്ധം ക്ഷണിക്കാം വേടൻ.

ലോകത്തിന്നു രക്ഷയേകാൻ  സംവിധാനാം ചെയ്യും മഹാൻ,

 ആലോചനാപൂർവ്വമുള്ള  കരണമാണഭികാമ്യം.  

ഗുരുഭൂതർതൻ പാദത്തിൽ    കുമ്പിട്ടുനമനം ചെയ്യാം,

വരദാനം നേടീടുവാൻ   പ്രാർത്ഥനകളും  ചെയ്തീടാം. 

ഭാരതത്തിലെ ഗുരുത്വം  മാതൃക യായ്‌  തിളങ്ങട്ടെ ,

ആരിൽ നിന്നുമാദരത്തെ   നേടീടും  നാം, ഭാരതീയർ.

A few verses in Malayalam, which depict the teacher-pupil relationship. Here the disciple called Ekalavya practises archery in front of the idol of Guru, Dronacharya, who had to refuse training to the former.  

'Guru-Shishya' Bond!

The wild garden of Mother Earth,

what cuteness! One can't explain.

Plants, blooms, shades and swards

swing and twist in handsome ways.

Watch the Banyan, under its foliage

what a gorgeous idol he placed!

Learns the tribal youth, Ekalavya 

in the idol's front archery-art. 

Travel, let's to the period ancient 

and learn the purity of 'Guru-shishya'* bond.

 Ekalavya, the oppressed youth,

the idol of Drona, worshipped as God.

With no coaching from that Guru, 

 mastered the youth weaponry well.

Loomed in the jungle, sure the Guru 

with his masterly royal 'Shishyas'*.

To offer a tribute to Guru,Drona 

with much esteem, he lay at his feet.

Demanded  Drona, the 'Gurudakshina'*;

 his right thumb, right then to be chopped.

Without any thought for a second time,

offered he, in a frond his right thumb.

Lies in the bond of Guru and pupil,

the very dear divinity of Mother India.

O! the Gurus from ancient to date, 

salute thee! Blessings we require.

Blessed sure are you in this soil

if highlight you the human values. 

Gurudakshina* --Holy Fee for the Guru.

Shishyas*         --Disciples.

Dazzling Drops!

  

People have been describing the beauty of these dazzling drops from time immemorial. Though not a topic new, it remained always attractive. So, I too have tried my thoughts here.

            

O! Dazzling drops, your colour silver,

 As elixir on us you do shower.

Dance and glitter on our ground

And shine on all grasses around.

Glow and beam in the flush of sunlight

As sparkling stones, with a smile so sweet

Sing a gentle song when drizzling,

And cool chilly water, sprinkling.

Colours seven in spectrum bright,
Change the terrain lovingly smart.
Little men of nature brilliant,
Play with shades in moods silent.

We stun at your startling figures, 

With the spell of splendid drops.

 Form you abundant diamond stones,

Like bright pieces of broken glasses.

Nature plays her pretty violin,

With your brilliant strings vibrant.

 Fall the nonstop drops enchanting

As charming wires in ways, slanting.

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Children choose the sodden places

 To sail their lovely boats of paper,

Change you ever the vicinity soggy,

And you then bathe and make them pretty.

 Resting umbrellas, sleeping coats

Leap of course, from boxes and bags.

And sometimes well, the plantain- leaves

Get their share from peasants’ hands.

 Bears the sand a scent appealing

 To smell it, children bend while passing.

O! You the lovely! Wind your feather

 Fly you sure to far off mountains.

With her, none can play any foul,

As everything in front, she ruins in fury.

 But extract the lovers, feelings romantic,

Seek you, they to heal the fuss, frantic.

  

So, rain, rain, away you don’t go,

Come, you cutie, other days also,

Let little Rose and Rahul play

And let them be very happy and gay.

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Insolence Inestimable!

                                    Insolence  Inestimable

                                    

!.A fourteen year-old boy stabbed his teacher as the latter scolded the former for his irregularities in academics.

2.A ninth standard student murdered  one of the fellow students of his class to get his own back for a yester year’s bickering.

I have just quoted two instances wherein we can simply witness the aforesaid subject in ample measures. Today we exist in an era of impertinence and violence and thereby we notice around us unfathomable bloodshed. The new arts of living i.e. umpteen detrimental acts like ‘looting, murdering, bullying ,cheating, hitting, shooting’ etc. have occupied the chairs of governance amongst the society-members. Even the beasts will bend their heads down in shyness at the shameless actions of man.

There are so many ‘isms’ associated with human life. The ‘ism’ that  mercilessly finishes off man, is the treacherous ‘Terrorism’.  This ‘ism’ blindly pierces through the smooth life of people and spoils all  their tranquility. Human beings in general are fond of a peaceful life confining within the walls of his mind. And into this peacefulness creeps this fiercest ‘ism,’. It requires not the bearer’s permission to  intrude into his life. Countless innocents have to say ‘goodbye’ to their life for no crime of theirs.

 What pleasure  do the radicals obtain? What do they achieve? Why is this riot? The fact is that the real brains of all these insurgencies keep themselves safe behind the curtain. While the poor members of the mutiny group form suicide squads and give up their lives, the leaders get comfortably housed in star facilities. They, the leaders never fail to ensure their safety and security. Posh cars with bullet-proof comforts and hotels with most modern sophisticated conveniences stand stooping before them. If the ordinary members analyse the activities they are engrossed in and the duties they are entrusted with, they can read the  idiocy dissolved in their actions in place of ideology..

 However both the leaders as well as the followers cannot enjoy their lives in full swing. Free motion among the common people is impossible, as commoners will direct them to the dungeons that lurk with open doors. For them days and years may pass without the beautiful sunset and sunrise, as mostly they will have to be in some hide-outs. They can’t expose themselves  in the limelight out of the hidings. They can’t get pleasure from the sceneries and greeneries around their dwelling area. They can’t breathe the fresh  air that surrounds their much loved home. What a life do they lead without hugging the sweet little ones at home? They are not able to hold the old hands that once held them very affectionately.

 In most of the cases the assailants are youngsters, who are the supporting  pillars of their families.They that fall into the jaws of militants and hesitate though for the terror campaign, can’t find an exit from the those unscrupulous fiends. Why do these wrong-doers want to sacrifice all their bliss and pleasure to uphold extremism and fanaticism? In the midst of rivalry and revulsion there remains a big ‘but’ which later reaches in vain the stage of repentance. By that time they might have sunk into the abyss of litigation and legal actions from which a rise is Herculean. If at all they happen to drop-in to their residences by chance, their progeny stare at them and try to hide, as if some aliens have visited them.     

Liquor is another nasty thing that destroys all calm of males  (Now females are no exception).The young hands earn money abundantly, spend it in plenty for acquiring personal delight in large degrees. So they quite often move to the pleasure shops and buy pleasure lavishly without any reluctance. Tears of their dear and near cheer up so that those drops can easily roll down through their faces. Who sees the broken heart  embedded inside the cage of their ribs? The liquor mostly lies with a one- time taster, for ever as an accomplice. The addict does not become aware of the fact that a planned pleasant life of his gets dissolved in arrack and the like. And also the other facts highlighted in the preceding paragraph are applicable here also, as the liquor consumer goes away from his proper sense. They also eventually disembark on the shore of repentance. They don’t understand their great loss, the loss of their beautiful god-given gift, their life on this brilliant planet.

Other than these evils some other vices also pull the man from his serene life, to the ditches of abyss. Some of such brutalities exhibited by the so called human inhuman in nature, loom in the following nomenclatures. They can be categorized as  illegitimate politics such as defection, rebellion, illegal campaign, untimely election, undeserving candidature ; pecuniary factors such as education-donation, bribe, burglary, dowry;  pick-pocketing ;  black based items such as black money, counterfeiting black notes, black money stashed abroad ; murders such as shooting, stabbing, cutting with sword, smothering ; pornographic actions such as eve-teasing, child-abuse, molestation, prostitution  etc These are the main activities prevalent in the society now. Other atrocities like property-dispute among siblings, encroachment into neighbour’s land, exchange of unparliamentary (now parliamentary) words, face to face confrontation (religious and regional), organ sales, destruction of environment for personal gains etc. have no deficiency here.Milliards of other detrimental actions are also have their role here.  

 Dearth of graciousness is very conspicuous everywhere. Politeness ,the attribute of gentlemen, is diminishing day by day. Impertinence or impudence is the face-symbol of most of the people. These harmful ways can be or should be curbed or chased. Otherwise there will be a big question mark on the word ‘Existence’ on and of this green planet. Value education, effective parenting, disciplined policing, suitable punishment, correct law and order, practical civil code and care for Nature etc. should watch-words of the world. Justice without delay must play its roll well. Justice delayed is justice denied. Let be the tender brains of tomorrow vigorous and vigilant, devoid of all sorts of dust and rust.Will the world dawn into such a fine day? 

Sarala.

The Abode of all Arts!

Oh! My Goddess, Saraswathy,

People pray for your sympathy.

You are the abode of all Arts,

 And fill comeliness in world-parts.

 

Oh! Mother goddess, you are my light,         

And lead me always to a path right.

The ignorance of mine, off, you wipe

 And alert me to facts of all types.

 

Be kind to be with me always,

To tide over all my troubling hurdles. 

Bless me, my mistress, as I place

Here my prayers, for your embrace.

 

Brighten you my mind’s dark side  

And strengthen me, when I’m timid,

Endow me with the knowledge I need,

And clear my word, free from weed.

 

To me, you are always merciful, 

You teach me the needed morals,

And you are in my heart’s essence,

Offering me the aesthetic sense.

      

In my throat, as my voice, you remain

And you stay as memory in my brain.

In my pen, you may linger as ideas,

And help me adhere to good ideals.

 

O, Devi, bless and boost  my morale,

To improve and progress my profile.

Lift me if a downfall, I do have;

Lend me to hold, your holy hand.

 

 You fill in me all calm and peace,

So, I find a place in you, placid.

Oh! My Lady, you make no foul

And thou art my very spirit and soul.

     

 

 

Has He Done or ….?

                            

Midnight of a midsummer night, he couldn’t sleep even a wink. Though he was fully drunk, he was in the proper sense (not in the level of ‘pamp’). The memories of the past took a round through his disturbed mind. The thirty-year-old man surveyed the sum total of the life so far he lived. The result was a big zero. He wrote and erased the word ‘suicide’ repeatedly on the wall of his mind. He was at the brink of ending up his life on a piece of rope. The Lord, Yamadharma waited for him with a noose in his hand. At any time Yama would facilitate the man if he had taken an unyielding decision.  

Like any other child, Raju was cheerful and active in his toddling age. He played, fought, wrestled and did everything of his age with his peers of both the genders.. His friend Gopan’s new toy car presented by his father suddenly slipped him to a question, which went unanswered by his mother. When one day his friend Chacko’s ire in mutual bickering titled him as Bastard, the same question again arose in his mind. Again the answer was silence from his mother’s side. The question expanded in size, when his female friend, Kamala also uttered the same word. That turned out to be a  pin-prick in his mind. His peers understood that the easy way of irking him was to mention his father. All looked at him in derision.   

Slowly he wore the coat of quiet and drove himself away from his core group. Raju became totally a lonely child. He made friends with the trees  and bushes of the mini- forest nearby. He talked to minas, crows and woodpeckers that visited that area. They included him in their company. Those friends were very friendly. They never hurt him calling bastard. Wherever he met youngsters like him, the latter tried to extract pleasure out of his indignity. They couldn’t help flinging him a scornful look. The humiliation he faced from them was intolerable. He wandered among paddy plants in fields, sat on soil walls of land around, spent the vacation under trees picking and biting mangoes, cashew apples etc. He spent time watching fish, swimming in the pond. Sometimes he slept too under trees.

 Going to school was performed naturally by his legs, as his mind was engaged in finding the answers to the questions. “My mother has earned for me only humiliation,” thought he. He whispered, “Why did she bring me to earth? Who is my father? Where can I find that cruel fellow?” And so on and so on and so he kept himself away from his peers. He hid in a cocoon of silence. His days were filled with questions from himself and others. Questions about the whereabouts of his ‘father’ haunted him. Every person he came across had someone to be addressed as the father. In fact, the word father itself was a nightmare for him.

His mother poured love and affection of high density in immeasurable quantities on him. Yet he couldn’t find any sort of joy at that time. He kept a sort of numbness in his heart-neither love nor hatred for his mother. He was very well aware that he had none other than the woman called mother. Still his mind got filled with anger towards his mother sometimes.     

As adulthood got launched in him bringing weight and height, he collected vengeance in high density. Rather it grew more rapidly than he grew. He became an avenger against himself. His attitude towards his mother took the shape of apathy. Had he met the person, who was responsible for this mortification of his, he would have thrashed him away. His face never bore a smile. Instead, it reflected a disgust and fury. These gestures carried his legs to toddy shops where he took asylum. He tormented himself. He quenched his thirst with toddy. His lips were always liquor-licked. The thought of toddy bottles only sent him to worksites to earn for bottles.

Despair stole his sleep. ”What is the use of such an offensive life? Nobody will lose anything if I don’t exist here. Let me row to the other shore.” He looked at the wooden support of the roof and the rope in his hand. Suddenly the helpless face of his hapless mother flashed on his mind .”Oh! What is that shiny object? Two bulbs on it? What are they? Ah! It is another face.” It appeared brightly from the dark corner of his mind like the moon from the clouds. “Kamala. Yes, now I understand. I can read the glow of love in her eyes. Bye, Yamaraj, bye toddy.”