ഞാന്‍ ഒരു രഹസ്യം പറയട്ടെ?
ഡെയ്സി ഇക്കുറി .....
പണ്ടൊരു വേനലില്‍ കാത്ത് നിന്നു
നേടി വിരലിലൊരു കാക്കപ്പുള്ളി.
സുരക്ഷിതത്വത്തിന്റെ കറുത്ത
ബട്ടനില്‍ അഭിമാനിച്ചു.
ആ ദിവസം മാത്രം അവള്‍ ഒന്നാംകിടക്കാരി.
പിന്നെയും അവള്‍ ദൈവങ്ങളില്‍
നിന്നും തീണ്ടാപ്പാടകലെ നിന്നു,
തെരുവുകളിലെ കാമക്കണ്ണുകള്‍
വസ്ത്രാക്ഷേപം തുടര്‍ന്നു.
അവള്‍ രണ്ടാം തരം പൌര എന്നവര്‍ ആര്‍ത്തു.
വീണ്ടും ഒരു ദിവസത്തെ രാജ്ഞി ആകാം.
വേണ്ട, എന്തിനീ നഖത്തില്‍
പാടു വീഴ്ത്തനം?
ഞാന്‍ ഒരു രഹസ്യം പറയട്ടെ?
ഡെയ്സി ഇക്കുറി .....
Apr 3, 2009
Sleeping Tina
Scene of poem-creation: a classroom
Mine eyes are drooping hard and fast
Unless I do a thing right now
To keep it open wide 'n wake
They’d fall upon mine eyelids soon
And take mine head down on this desk
Until it hits so hard and loud
And wake me up in thunder blues
Did mine head just tilt that side
And give a jolt that shook me up?
Yes it did, and now I am up
To see a pair of eyes that stared…
He kept teaching, did he not see -
Of all those eyes that looked at him
With heads on palms and rested still -
There was a pair that stopped blinking
And failed to keep her head erect
One that wished so much right then
To find a bed and rest her head
Oh forgive me, kind teacher
For I do not on purpose do
This act that no good student should
Of sleeping while she sits in class
Understand me dear teacher
I am but a helpless prey
To an attack long and strong
From an uninvited nap,
No man or woman born till date
Can fight to kill or send away
Mine eyes are drooping hard and fast
Unless I do a thing right now
To keep it open wide 'n wake
They’d fall upon mine eyelids soon
And take mine head down on this desk
Until it hits so hard and loud
And wake me up in thunder blues
Did mine head just tilt that side
And give a jolt that shook me up?
Yes it did, and now I am up
To see a pair of eyes that stared…
He kept teaching, did he not see -
Of all those eyes that looked at him
With heads on palms and rested still -
There was a pair that stopped blinking
And failed to keep her head erect
One that wished so much right then
To find a bed and rest her head
Oh forgive me, kind teacher
For I do not on purpose do
This act that no good student should
Of sleeping while she sits in class
Understand me dear teacher
I am but a helpless prey
To an attack long and strong
From an uninvited nap,
No man or woman born till date
Can fight to kill or send away
Apr 2, 2009
Arundhati on slumdog
CAUGHT ON FILM: INDIA `NOT SHINING by Arundhati Roy The night before the Oscars, in India, we were re-enacting the last few scenes of Slumdog Millionaire. The ones in which vast crowds of people poor people who have nothing to do with the game show,gather in the thousands in their slums and shanty towns to see if Jamal Malik will win. Oh, and he did. He did So now everyone,including the Congress Party, is taking credit for the Oscars that the film won!The party claims that instead of India Shining it has presided over India Achieving Achieving what?
In the case of Slumdog, India greatest contribution, certainly our political parties greatest contribution is providing an authentic,magnificent backdrop of epic poverty, brutality and violence for an Oscar-winning film to be shot in. So now that too has become an achievement? Something to be celebrated? Something for us all to feel good about? Honestly,beyond farce.And here s the rub: Slumdog Millionaire allows real-life villains to take credit for its cinematic achievements because it lets them off the hook. It points no fingers, it holds nobody responsible.
Everyone can feel good. And that what I feel bad about. So that about whats not in the film. About whats in it: I thought it was nicely shot. But beyond that, what can I say other than that it is a wonderful illustration of the old adage, `theres a lot of money in poverty The debate around the film has been framed and this helps the film in its multi-million-dollar promotion drive in absurd terms. On the one hand we have the old patriots parroting the line that doesnt show India in a Proper Light(by now, even theyve been won over thanks to the Viagra of success). On the other hand, there are those who say that Slumdog is a brave film that is not scared to plum the depths of India not-shining.
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From Dream to Nightmare: The American Tragedy
The shocking incident of a US based Malayalee killing five of his closest family members and then commiting suicide has sent shockwaves among Indians all over the world, especially expatriates. Where did the American Dream go wrong for this bright young engineer who has worked with software giants like Yahoo and Microsoft?
His family was the typical Indian family. Reserved, but jovial among friends. Economically secure.
This massacre has far-reaching consequences than just the personal losses of the families involved. The stereotype of the US Indian/Malayalee has been destroyed. Imagine the picture of a gun-totting malayalee. We are bright scientists, doctors accountants – submissive, docile and quiet. But not murderers, not mass killers. We weren’t, not until today. It would be easier to just pin the blame on the individual and dismiss the effect of social factors. But no longer. Everyone of us has friends or relatives living all over the world – in the US, UK, the Middle East. The indian diaspora is one of the largest in the world. We have depended on them for our survival, our economy. It is time we give them something back, give them the support they deserve. No longer see them as cows to milk. Study and analyse the problems they face.
"No man is an island, entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent...
Each man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind;
And therefore never send to know
For whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
(John Donne - For whom the Bell Tolls)
His family was the typical Indian family. Reserved, but jovial among friends. Economically secure.
This massacre has far-reaching consequences than just the personal losses of the families involved. The stereotype of the US Indian/Malayalee has been destroyed. Imagine the picture of a gun-totting malayalee. We are bright scientists, doctors accountants – submissive, docile and quiet. But not murderers, not mass killers. We weren’t, not until today. It would be easier to just pin the blame on the individual and dismiss the effect of social factors. But no longer. Everyone of us has friends or relatives living all over the world – in the US, UK, the Middle East. The indian diaspora is one of the largest in the world. We have depended on them for our survival, our economy. It is time we give them something back, give them the support they deserve. No longer see them as cows to milk. Study and analyse the problems they face.
"No man is an island, entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent...
Each man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind;
And therefore never send to know
For whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
(John Donne - For whom the Bell Tolls)
Mar 27, 2009
Vijay and son dance for 'Vettaikkaran'
The opening song of Vijay's 'Vettaikkaran' will feature Ilaiya Thalapathy dancing with his seven-year-old son, Sanjay. The song is set to tune by Vijay Antony and choreographed by Shobi. The film is being directed by Babu Sivan.
Vijay began his film career by dancing and appearing in bit parts in his father SA Chandrasekhar's films. It seems, Sanjay is following in the footsteps of his father. The only time the child was exposed to the media glare earlier was when Vijay took him to watch an IPL cricket match.
Vijay has a lot at stake in 'Vettaikkaran', as it follows three back to back disappointments for him at the B.O--'Azhagiya Tamizh Magan', Kuruvi' and 'Villu'.
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