Monday, December 28, 2009


 I see a lot of people compare themselves with celebrities. For them, they need footwear of another famous personality to stand and showcase. If I say I am like Amithab Batchan like or Amir Khan like person, I say I am boasting. One should learn to say I am like myself. I see some ladies say they are like Aiswarya Rai sort of women. Why they need other's mirror to show their reflections. My sister likes Steffi Graff. If she boasts she is like Steffi Graf sort of woman I laugh at her and tell, you should be like yourself and come up in your own merit and not through thousands of masks. That is faith in oneself and God. Humiliating others is not faith, if some one believes that there is an entity available to humiliate and that is called faith of a lifetime. It is something like ridiculous faith. God stands above all faiths and beliefs. Time is rolled by God. God distinguishes each breath of living beings. And there is no need to hold a mirror of someone else to project yourself as great. If some one does that it is their foolishness. Next time when you say I am like that celebrity laugh at yourself. You need to be yourself first. That adds value in a human beings.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


That woman is sick, she writes filth.... this is what my friend told me about a sixty and something woman writer. Sixty years of life not added any value to her womanhood. She peeps in to the bed room stories of others, spreads gossips apart from washing the feets of her publishers. It is a fact that this woman got hot girls and to find their parenthood one should go behind a DNA test. Such woman.. a shame for the entire women fraternity. I have not heard anyone saying a good word about her in my life. Sick........ that is the only word one can add to her filthy lines which stinks from word to word. Instead of writing filth about others she should go behind her own productions and find out how many black patches they inherited from her as genes. It is not a surprise that a few managing directors and page three news papers hire her and swallow her filth; it is more of a bed relation than that of anything related to literary value. And for the publishers who tag on her use her liberally as she is available freely to spread gossips.. of course in turn they publish her not so worthy accumulations. Let her wash feets of her superiors... she is for sure sell anything from her five hot items to her own character. It is better to tear her pages and make manure for thorn plants. Earth will endure and blend her leftovers as manure for the benefit of womanhood. .

Monday, December 21, 2009


Who is Mahathma Gandhi. A great simple man. His simplicity was from within. From outer to inner he was simple. When he really wanted to be simple he turned simple and he meant it in each breath of his life. We find these days a lot of modern Gandhis. They claim they are humble and they lead a Gandhian Life. Their simplicity lies in stings, chase, rape, humiliation and many such crimes and they cover it all in power. How can a man rapes a women claim to be simple or humble. How can a man who involve in all crimes claim he  is honourable. Gandhi in real never needed to hire porn writers or media houses or a weak weekily chief editor(who  knows only to write about the likes of Rakhi Sawant in his special editorials)  to revive India. Gandhi transformed and freed India in the most dignified and disciplined way. That is simplicity. Wearing a simple cloth or eating simple food will not make you a Gandhi. In India, almost three fourth of the people live a life like that because of poverty.  They are all not Gandhis.  Narayan Murthy in his three piece suit is more simple than the modern media gandhis who sell stories of others to writers and accumulate money and political gandhis who the moment  join politics shed their expensive suist, transform into a Khadi outfit and tri colour drape. They can only wear Gandhian Outfits but when they want to live a life they prefer a seven star comfort. We see a lot of such Gandhis all around. Such Gandhis ruined India from her very origin. Next time when you claim you are as simple as Gandhi think twice. Considering the merits and demerits you don't even have a chance to stand near the shadow of Gandhi. .

Sunday, December 20, 2009


What makes a man to prefix gentle before his name?. For sure not the number of mistresses he adds in his life. Not for sure with the number of women he rapes, chases or flirts with. For some reason at some point of time a few women would have looked upon a man for his genuine quality and if he thinks he can flirt or rape them lowers his status and the same women would throw him back wards and move forward. And women with integrity even regret for placing them on pedestal if they find that the human they looked upon is the same placed a sting lens to their rest rooms and watched secretly through the peephole of their doors. A man put himself down if he believes his honor lies in the number of mistresses he added in his life or he thinks he can flirt with any women in his vicinity. Dignified men will not peep through the rest rooms or bed rooms of women. If a man ventures into such an act and any one supports such actions they turn into wild animals. Honor of a man lies not in the number of crimes he conducted but how dignified he lived a life. It is a surprise to listen men who claim they flirt with any women who throw upon them straight in front of their hopelessly faithful miscalculations. World of course is a picturesque playground for such Gentle????men....

Monday, November 30, 2009


Writers in this world are in competition to project themselves as icons. It is understandable that why a woman in sixty inject botulinum toxin on her skeleton face; not sure for charity. In addition to that drapewear half piece cloth on their body to look more vulgar. Such are the ones bitch about all other women folks through columns. Only one work they do bitch..... Sonam described such a woman openly, who cares for a sixty and something porn writer like her. And in one overpopulated country like India one among them produced not one but 5 hot item numbers from multiple partners. It is understandable why those women wash the feet of superiors and media. There are widows who does not have any inhibition to display their pink undergarment in full public view will support this particular skeleton who can only write about Rakhi Sawant and Paris Hilton. What is her credibility only to bitch other women, young actors. I appreciate Sonam for her courage. God only save the thick skin of the publishers who bear that class less brand. She reminds me of a circus animal with toxins all over her body. There may be women like her but there are people with class too. They will not fall on the feet of a superior nor do they think to be courteous with rapist or a man who peeps through the rest rooms of women. And for sure women with integrity will not fall for the trapeze traps of noble pretenders.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


It is a fashion for a certain group of media to speak and print about terrorism. 26/11 is the only news available for them to capitalize. They gave fame to one illiterate, ignorant Pakistani, Ajmal Kasab who in turn regret for the crime he had committed. He is same like the internet criminals they hack and sting on human lives from behind cause panic and humiliation to general public. Both do crime in different modes, but their operational style is same, silent attacks from behind the well covered stage. Both sting but compared to the well planned missions of internet stingers Kasab was ignorant of what he was doing. Many youngsters like Kasab were brainwashed by fanatics to enter in such crimes. But Internet stingers know what they do and since they are associated with media it is easy for them to escape as they themselves operate as a mafia. That may be the reason they go behind Kasab, both belong to one genre, the same genetic material. There is no difference; one is crude the other conceal its crudeness on masks. A pattern of behaviour they adopted as lifestyle and it is difficult for them to change or progress. Laws are for them to violate and they rely on powerholds as escape routs; otherwise you would have found hackers and stingers behind bars of a cell like Ajmal Kasab.

Sunday, November 22, 2009


What is Human Right? Is there any relevance to such term in today's world? The one who speaks about or the one who sit on a chair holds a noble concept belong to a superficial sphere. Do they understand the real meaning of human rights? Each and every one in this society has a right, right to lead a normal life and it is not human to peep and slice the private life of other humans. If you go and see their own life you see how they treat humans in their own homes. They sip tea which their servants bring to their bed side and eat lavishly own dining tables where you see again people at their service and in their free time they go for page three parties where they declare themselves as elites. A column by human right activist made me think what this lady knows about human rights. Let her go and stay in a slum and do some physical service instead sitting and giving lectures which is easy and need no physical strain. There is a famous woman writer, a poet, nominated for nobel and great short story writer in her story wrote with pain that her husband used to sleep around with other women. Was she a keep or a prostitute as she remained in her married life and according to this human right activist she may be one? There are several women in this world facing end number of problems and one human right activist can not solve their problems by writing senseless columns. Forget about the columnist, the donkey brains who publish such articles as fillers to humiliate human rights. These human right activists spread universal love in black ink which spreads over their heart as clots. First you remove that log of wood from your eyes. Then you realize how small the tiny black marks you screen through the lens of others. Before speaking about human rights you should practice it.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


Time can not move eternally, it is a faceless unit, measured for convenience. When it is in the hands of worthy people it turns precious but when it is handed over to senseless widows it transforms as a low end sting unit which pierce through hearts and minds endlessly. Such widows in pink u- garments sell their integrity to their western customers over a cup of flavorless tea. Such human beings sell their own country for a price, spreads gossips, capitalize on others miseries, sell other human beings stories and make a fortune. No shame for them as they assume they are right as they got already a platform to display their pink u garments or dirty shoes. And civilization, one should learn from such groups who sting, rape and chase others in crude missions. For them moon is a mistress of night and they don't mind getting it back a verse "that sun goes behind mistresses as his wife is sick". And it is true that Lucifer affected minds can turn a normal human into a psycho and it is difficult for normal humans to come out of the traps of a Lucifer. It is always advisable for normal human beings to avoid the black spots of Lucifer and the roads Lucifer prefers to travel. Civilization is not a measure of time to victimize on scales. If you want to learn civilization and wisdom t you don't need a time measure or a wheel, you can learn it from your own life and people around.

Sunday, November 8, 2009


Mr. Shashi Tharoor lost his campaign in United Nations to Bank Ki Moon, the present Secretary General.

Bank Ki -Moon born on 13 June 1944 is the current Secretary-General of the United Nations succeeding Kofi Annan in 2007. Before becoming Secretary-General, Ban was a career diplomat in South Korea's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and in the United Nations. He entered diplomatic service the year he graduated from college, accepting his first post in New Delhi, India. In the foreign ministry he established a reputation for modesty and competence.

The US vetoed an Indian holy cow out from the honorable post of UN Secretary General even when Mr. Tharoor was the desirable candidate for many member nations of UN. After that unholy experience Mr. Tharoor demoted himself to join Indian Politics where he had to beg votes from holy cows of India. He joined politics of course to serve India. But from his top diplomatic status, he opted for a field where dignified Indians twice think to step in. That is the reason Infosys Mentor Narayan Murthy formed Infosys to serve India in a way that Indian politicians learn from him if they really want to serve India. Naryan Murthy showed how holy cows of India can contribute to the nation. Mr. Murthy's vision to India is different that of the politicians. You don't need to be a minister or power crazy Hitler to contribute to the betterment of society. Shashi Tharoor will soon realise that.

Sunday, November 1, 2009


People of India should learn a lot from Infosys Mentor Narayan Murthy. He changed the face Indian IT sector and show cased it to the world. And of course he used his management skills in the most respectful manner. He used his time wisely and he belonged to an honest class who think of India's progress. What he speaks and writes is class.

That brand is different from the brand less ones who struggle to fill a column with a pen and writes about Rakhi Sawant to make a living. Rakhi Sawant like any other foul mouthed Sagittarian keep a bow and poisoned arrows and it is pity you know if you go towards such arrows to fill pages. Like a bandicoot a chief editor comes out from his den to front page to fill such brands and hides to sting again. Such are the ones promote porn writes and sixty something brands. It is a pity that they should tag on to foul mouth Sagittarians like Rakhi Sawant to make a living. Sixty is of course brand and any kind of management training will not raise them from their existing low standards. You know you can not straighten a dog's tail like the sixty and something classless writers.

Education is not a Management Degree but to hold standards. Once you learn that you follow the paths of Narayan Murthy, not behind poisoned arrows. And for sure you don't waste your time wheel to amass wealth on low end stings. To learn that you need to born into a class. Not necessary to be part of one elite or film group.

Friday, October 30, 2009


Charity begins at home not from sensations. No one knows the exact donations NGO's, Media houses and other group activists collect in the name of charity. They welcome disasters, an instrument used as a fund raiser. What do they do with the funds raised in the name of disasters. It is a fact there will be huge difference in the actual funds raised and the funds reached to the victims. What a great charity business; an easy way to pocket funds. May be you find a handful who do real charity and you know they will not speak it aloud. They are not like a widow in full enthusiasm to paint her pink drapes in front pages which normal human beings prefer not to display. They need to show case their charity as they earn wealth not in straight missions but by stealing stories of others and spreading gossips. Charity for such humans is business in conversion of dollars to cement the chair they sit on. A business man with millions in hand can donate lakhs that is equal to a man who donates Rs.50 from his daily wages of Rs.100. Indian Government is rich enough to take care of relief of any kind with the amount prime ministers relief fund receive Indians and those reside away. And what is there if someone celebrates a festival. You know, many laborers work day and night to make a living out of that festival. If people stop buying their festival fire crackers, flower pots or sparklers the workers who make it behind starve. Do charity for one and give starvation to another. Millions of people suffer and struggle in this world and you find no days to celebrate even one festival in your calendar if you follow such a rule. Life is not a sting machine to record your stories and circulate as the same way it may not be a dress rehearsal. A lump in your body can be removed and long ago it is known that a lump of blackness in mind can not be removed unless and until you decide otherwise. By spreading scandals through your so called friends is not charity but called stupidity. You may find a group of silly columnist to clap for you and those are the ones, people of India may not even wish to remember in their lives.

May be for elite, charity is a show piece which they display through weeklies and media head lines but for the people who do real charity will not announce it through irrelevant columns. Let the show of charity go on. That show piece will definitely fetch that columnist a pay cheque and that will probably end its journey to a beauty salon. Charity show or show down.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Acting is an art, look at Shainy Ahuja. He came out on bail with his faithful wife and look at that media; they covered that loyal couple. He will soon give you know one interview that I am married with a loving wife and lovely children. How sweet.

There is one more actor Saif. If his movies were of flops and if he was not a succes he would have also given interviews like you know I am married and I got a loving wife and two children. But success got into his head and he dumped his first wife had flings and of late found one hot number heroine. Media is determined to praise him because he is elite for them.
If an ordinary man does such an act the same media print a different story altogether.
Among actors, Sha Rukh of course is a gentleman; he maintained his dignity in terms of his marriage and children. He did not run behind heroines he acted with or scandalised their lives. Media today is biased and attack all. They praise one and tarnish the same the very next day. They don't have a basic character. They are behind money. It is that pay money to a reporter he will publish a story and criticise him he will finish you. People stopped believing media and that you know it can be termed as their failure.


From rear view mirror one can see a different world. The heavy accent of brightness not add any glory you know to a human if he keeps a paint bottle in his mind to malign others in association with the pre planned visionless trade sheets of a media house. Their graph is accurate according to them, what they do is right, rape, threat, sting, humiliation, self importance, self praise, anything related to good is theirs and they hide their heinous acts behind multiple masks. You know what all you want to add in your feather crown you can choose from above. Columnists in varieties from chetty playa street to Australian sledge market. What do they think of themselves?. No one even remembers them and the quality of their columns; which eventually end as paper covers in one low end grocery store. Their so called elite faces turn as grocery wrappers and finally decay beyond recognition. There you find no Gandhi or Asoka whom people remember even today. And you find in your group only a group of editors and reporters who make sure that their point is elevated in each column. There you find a master chip like ‘Music is like Sun’ and such extra ordinary hard supplements. People with real knowledge on music start wondering what really a burning planet got to do with music. It can be referred as a case of educated perpetual ignorance.

I have read the recent editorial of Thulaseedalam . It is about how to use words. I am totally surprised with the fact that the same editorial board published a story sairandree mappu with dialogues not even worth to be touched with the edge of a fork. A letter to the editor pin pointed the mistakes in that story. Forget about the mistakes; look at the language kute ka betta. Why does editorial board publish such sub standard stories. "Words should be musical and education should be used to empower wisdom" advices editorial board; pure form of hypocrisy. Contents of a book show the worth of a writer, by mere using derogatory language or extending media power available in hand, you will not reach any where but stand on the same ground may be you go a step further down.

Saturday, September 26, 2009


What is greatness?. Is it associated with humans or is it a term related to the divine. It is true that great humans inspire. Above all the divine supreme extends a protective shield from storms to wildness and offers a hand which lifts from all pains. That supreme power gives inspiration and motivation . Well lit dawns , oceans and this universe inspire even an ordinary human being. When you open the news papers in mornings and see a ferocious man or woman say "I hate you ugly minds" through the front page captions, there you get no inspiration but a passive negative thought storm into your mind like a wild wave. Such ads take away the delicious flavour of your morning coffee or tea. Is it called 'creativity' when people dilute their blue and black ink through white sheets because they are privileged entities to do so?. Why do people go behind negative shades on creative spheres. It depends on how frustrated they are in their mind set up and that frustration they leads them to negative waves and those waves invade shores of beautiful oceans It is like an echo from a valley; call aloud ugly from a mountain top and your echo call you back "ugly". Inspiration arrives as a spark from a positive mind and of course not from diluted inks bottles of negative hues.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

We all celebrated Onam away from home. It is a good sign that people even remember festivals of origin. I got a copy of Thulasidalam- Onam Special, there is nothing to read in that except a few creations by the editorial board. There is a great writer called Mundoor Krishnan Kutty, he wrote a story Moonnamathoral, a touching story one can remember for ever in life. Instead of publishing "Sairandree Mappu" by a duryodhan's brother it would have been better if Thulasidalam published Moonnamathoral... even as a repeat special in memory of a great wrtiter

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

ഇന്നത്തെ ലോകം

പൂന്താനം എന്ന വളരെ ഭക്തനായ ഒരു ബ്രാഹ്മണന്‍‍ കേരളത്തില്‍ ജീവിച്ചിരുന്നു. ആ കഥകള്‍ അമ്മ ഞങ്ങള്‍ കുട്ടികളായിരുന്നപ്പോള്‍ പറഞ്ഞ് തന്നിരുന്നു. അന്ന് നെറ്റ് ഹൈറ്റക് ഇന്നത്തെ പോലെ പ്രചാരത്തിലില്ല. ഇന്ന് പൂന്താനം എന്ന് റ്റൈപ് ചെയതാല്‍ കമ്പൂട്ടര്‍ പറയും ആരാണ് പൂന്താനം എന്ന്. ഭക്തപ്രിയ വായിക്കുന്നവരെ ഒന്നും ഇന്നു കാണില്ല. ഇന്ന് മറ്റ് കമ്പൂട്ടര്‍ ഹാക് ചെയ്യുന്നവരും ഹാക് ചെയ്തവരുടെ കഥ എഴുത്തുകാര്‍ക്ക് വില്‍ക്കുന്നവരുമാണ് ചുറ്റിലും. ഇവരെ സഹായിക്കുന്നവരെ സാഹിത്യ പിമ്പുകള്‍ എന്നു വിളിക്കാം. സമാജത്തിനു ഒരു മുഖപത്രമുണ്ട്. അതില്‍ വരുന്ന് ചില സാഹിത്യ സ്രുഷ്ടികള്‍ കാണുമ്പോള്‍ അതിന്റെ എഡിറ്റോറിയല്‍ ബോര്‍ഡിലെ ചിലര്‍ ഇതു പോലെ സാഹിത്യപിമ്പുകള്‍ ആണോ എന്ന് സംശയം തോന്നും.

ഇന്നത്തെ ലോകത്തില്‍ പ്രണയം അഭിനയിച്ച് ആളുകളെ കുടുക്കുന്നവര്‍ എത്രെയോ... പ്രണയത്തെ കുറിച്ച് എഴുതുമ്പോള്‍ ഒ എന്‍ വി എഴുതിയ അതിസുന്ദരമായ കവിതകള്‍ ഓര്‍മ വരും. പിന്നെ പ്രണയവും കാമവും എഴുതിയ മാധവിക്കുട്ടി. അവര്‍ എത്ര പേരെ കാമിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു, എത്ര പേരെ പ്രണയിച്ിരിക്കുന്നു...എനിക്കവരെ വളരെ ഇഷ്ടമാണ്.

ഇന്നത്തെ ലോകം എത്ര വ്യത്യസ്തം. മുടു പടമിട്ട ലോകം. അവിടെ വിശ്വസിക്കാന്‍ സ്വന്തം നിഴല്‍ പോലുമില്ല എന്ന വിശേഷണം.... എത്ര എത്ര ശരിയാണത്.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


കലാലയജീവിതം ഒരു വിസ്മയമായിരുന്നു. സന്തോഷത്തിന്റെ ആഘോഷങ്ങള്‍... മറക്കാനാവാത്ത എത്രെയോ ഓര്‍മകള്‍... ഞങ്ങളുടെ മലയാളം ക്ലാസ്സില്‍ ബഷീറിനും, തകഴിക്കും, പൊടറ്റക്കാടിനുമൊക്കെ കത്തുകള്‍ അയച്ചിരുന്ന പ്രീതി എന്ന ഒരു കുട്ടിയുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ക്ലാസ്സിനു മുന്നിലുള്ള ചെങ്കല്‍ പടിയില്‍ ഇരുന്ന് ബഷീരും, തകഴിയും എഴുതുന്ന മറുപടികള്‍ ഞങ്ങള്‍ വായിക്കാറുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഏറ്റവും രസകരമായ കത്തുകള്‍ ബഷീര്‍ എഴുതുന്നവയാരുന്നു. ഒരു വിശ്വ സാഹിത്യം വായിക്കും പോലെ മനോഹരമായ കത്തുകള്‍. ബഷീറിന്റെ 'വിശ്വവിഖ്യാതമായ മൂക്ക്'വായിച്ചു രസിക്കും പോലെ തന്നെ ബഷീര്‍ എഴുതിയിരുന്ന ഇന്‍ലന്‍ഡ് കത്തുകളും. അക്കാലത്ത് പ്രീതിയെ എല്ലാവരും ബഷീറിന്റെ കത്തു വരുന്ന കുട്ടി എന്നാണു വിശേഷിപ്പിച്ചിരുന്നത് . എന്റെ വീടിനരികില്‍ അരവിന്ദന്‍ എന്നൊരാള്‍ താമസിച്ചിരുന്നു. എന്റെ ലൈബ്രറി കാര്‍ഡില്‍ തകഴിയുടെ കയര്‍, ചന്ദുമേനോന്റെ ഇന്ദു ലേഖ ഇതൊക്കെ അയാള്‍ വായിക്കാനായ് വാങ്ങിയിരുന്നു. 'കയര്‍' എനിക്കു അന്നൊന്നും മനസ്സിലായില്ല. അരവിന്ദന്‍ കയര്‍ വായിച്ചു വളരെ സന്തൊഷിച്ചു. അരവിന്ദന്‍ വായിച്ച എല്ലാ പുസ്തകവും ഞാനും വായിച്ചു. വെറുതെ ഒരു നേരമ്പോക്കു പോലെ. പിന്നീടാണു അതൊക്ക വലിയ എഴുത്തുകാരുടെ പ്രശസ്തമായ സ്രഷ്ടികള്‍ എന്നു എനിക്കു മനസ്സിലായത്.
ഈയിടെ ഒരു പ്രശസ്ത എഴുത്തുകാരി മരിച്ചു. 'എന്റെ കഥ' എഴുതി പ്രശസ്തയായ മാധവിക്കുട്ടി. ഏതോ രാമചന്ദ്രന്‍ എന്ന ഒരു നിരൂപകന്‍ എതോ ഒരു നിരൂപണത്തില്‍ എതൊ ഒരാളെ കുറിച്ചു ' ആത്മകഥാവാണിഭം നടത്തുന്നു' എന്നു അധിഷേപിച്ചു . മാധവിക്കുട്ടി അങ്ങെനെ ചെയ്തു എന്നു പറയാനുള്ള വിവേക ശൂന്യത എനിക്കില്ല. അങ്ങനെ ആരെങ്കിലും പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ അതജ്ഞതയാണ് എന്നു ഞാന്‍ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നു. അവര്‍ ജീവിച്ചിരുന്നപ്പോള്‍ അവരെ ദുര്‍നടപ്പുകാരി എന്നാക്ഷേപിച്ചിരുന്നു കേരളത്തിലെ പലരും.അവര്‍ എഴുതിയത് ആത്മാവിന്റെ വിഷമങ്ങളായിരുന്നു എന്നു ചിലര്‍ വിശ്വസിച്ചിരുന്നു. ജോണ്‍ എന്ന എണ്ടെ ഒരു സുഹ്രുത്ത് എനിക്ക് അവരുടെ പല ബുക്കുകളും വായിക്കാന്‍ തന്നിരുന്നു. ഇന്നെനിക്കു തോന്നുന്നു എഴുത്തുകാര്‍ എഴുതുന്നു. അവര്‍ എഴുുന്നത് ഒന്നും പ്രവര്‍ത്തിക്കുന്നതു മറ്റൊന്നും ആണെന്ന്....പലരും അങ്ങനെയാണ്. ....
അമ്രതാപ്രീതം, മഹാശ്വേതാ ദേവി ഇവരൊക്കെ അമൂല്യ സ്രഷടികളുള്‍ എഴുതിയവര്‍..
ബഷീര്‍ വ്യത്യസ്തനായ ഒരു എഴുത്തുകാരന്‍. ബഷീിനെ ഓര്‍മിക്കുമ്പോള്‍‍ പ്രീതിയും, കലാലയ ജീവിതവും ഓര്‍മയിലെത്തും. താടിയും മുടിയും നീട്ടിയ ഒരു ആധുനിക കവി ഞങ്ങളുടെ കൂടെയുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. അയാള്‍ എഴുതിയിരുന്നത് ആര്‍ക്കും മനസ്സിലായില്ല. അയാള്‍ എഴുതിയ "ദുരൂഹതകളുടെ ഗുഹാമുഖം" ഏതോ ഒരു മാഗസിനില്‍ അച്ചടി മഷി പുരണ്ടു വന്നു. പിന്നീടയാള്‍ ഗഞ്ജയടി കൂടി ക്ലാസ്സുകള്‍ മുടക്കി മരത്തണലുകളിലിരുന്നു ആധുനികം എഴുതി കൂട്ടി. കോളേജ് ആര്‍ട്സ് ഫെസ്റ്റിവല്‍ ഇനാഗ്രഷന് മമ്മൂട്ടി വന്നു ഒരിക്കല്‍. കെ എസ് യൂ ഭരിച്ച ആ വര്‍ഷം കോളജില്‍ കാലു കുത്തിയാല്‍ തട്ടും എന്നൊക്കെ എസ് എഫ്ഐ ഭീഷണി പെടുത്തി. മമ്മൂട്ടിയ്ക്കു കോളേജ് പൊളിറ്റിക്സില്‍ ഇടപെടാന്‍ വൈമുഖ്യമായിരുന്നു. വന്നു പത്തു മിനിട്ടില്‍ ഒരു പ്രസംഗം ചെയ്തു മടങ്ങി. സ്റ്റേജിനടുത്ത് നിന്ന ഞങ്ങള്‍ക്കു മമ്മൂട്ടിയുടെ ഓട്ടോഗ്രാഫ് കിട്ടി. പലരും അത് ഞ്ങ്ങളുടെ കൈയില്‍ നിന്നു ഫോട്ടോ കോപ്പി ചെയ്തു
പിന്നീടൊരിക്കല്‍ ബാലചന്ദ്രമേനോന്‍ വന്നു. അന്നു ശങ്കരാഭരണത്തിലെ ശങ്കരാ എന്നു പാടിയ വിജയ് എന്ന് ഞങ്ങളുടെ സുഹ്രുത്തിനെ ബാലചന്ദ്രമേനോന്‍‍ പ്രതേകം അഭിനന്ദിച്ചു.അവരെക്കൊ എത്ര വിനയമുള്ളവര്‍. പ്രശസ്തി തലയിലേറ്റി വയക്കാത്തവര്‍.
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Monday, August 17, 2009

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