The silent soliloquy on campus politics:The Trailer

For ages and centuries my autobiographical musing fused with fictional poetic prose , the project which began when I was gang-raped by illiterates in academic corridor has been in a state of suspended animation and I am now compiling the notes.

To remain silent when the heart is brimming over with protest because it is prudent; and to speak only when the moment seems opportune- that is not my way, a statement by some one adequately captures my spirit and soul.

The monograph under preparation is a collection of poems written under mild recession of mind to depict the predicament of simple barely politicised individuals with breathtaking concision and humanity.

Being disgusted with frustrating experience on the campus he decides to write a slew of poems before he meets the Director of enforcement at the destined hour.

It is a moving tale of humble lives lived under frugal life eating beans , caught up in the vortex of inimical social forces entrenched in academic backwardness in the pleasant company a stupid boss who can only utter paradigm like a parrot.

The protoganist confronts the chasm between the two warring groups and nobody desrved his love , he ruminate s.There is no neat narrative structure or any kind of sensational subtle or startling shift in story line, but only a wet sense of humour pervades all through to enjoy belly laughter.

He is surprisingly happy to note that while writing in English he experiences a kind of floating sensation of freedom and flexibility  which he normally  experiences in his native language Tamil...

How is it that the Bad drives away the good and foul becomes Fair

Looking around we see, there are many mean creatures

Soaked in dirt, filth, criminality and venality,and 

That their  scant intelligence and capabilities

bear no correlation with their high profile life,

enjoying the best of everything by all the 

Fradulent means under the sun and neatly

Networked relationship in politics and business.

How can you explain these special tribes flourishing

And getting all the riches and recognition,

Being catapulted to power, wealth and extraordinary heights in exalted offices,

A kind of From rags to riches story..

Does fortune favour the crooks and wicked ,

Breaking through the roof by karmic effects

Or manipulation of the lever of power

Oh God ,why is that the brutally honest and good

Endowed with intelligence and hard work get

Beaten mercilessly, deprived of all the 

Simplest pleasures of life ,

Luck not smiling on them,

Invisible forces not helping them

God is bewildered and bemused to answer this

Question, mother of all questions.

He says:

Sorry, honestly I do not know, my dear

They need to be researced seriously and 

Thoroughly investigated and also thought of.

Will it be a new beginning or and an ending: On Farmer's agitation

At long last the farmers could assemble

Mustering strength ,rolled up the gate and shouted

 To echo beyond the walls separating between

The people and the government.

People mills around the streets in important cities

But it was the capital city and the neighborhood

Which got frightend but pretended to ignore to

Redress their grievancs in a pandemic situation.

Under rain and sun they had protested

And many have lost their lives andnothing moved

The insensitive and irresponsible government?

. For the last  six month's the farmers have been on the roads in a state of protest and the State

Has remained passive spectator and indifferent actor.

They have been not fooled by empty slogans of doubling

Farmer's income and the merits of  corportization

Of agriculture.

Many rounds of talks, no reasoned response

When the crowd got increasingly restless and 

Frustratingly irritated,

A slect Few farmers  with all pain in their hearts

Deployed sense of humour

Swapping jokes about the clownish rulers and their

Inadequacy in governance.

In the face of arrogance and indifference

Farmer's spirit only went up and they got the support

From all over the globe

For nearly  six years  the country has been on the edge

Of chaos and lack of proper direction in steering th economy and of late in not forseeing the second wave of corana .

Pandemic situation was exploited for throttling democracy

And stoking the fire of hatred and channeling energy in fighting elections by manipulating the opposition..

Well informed, the affected and those afflicted with health issues, the artists and scientists, the elite and the good 

 See the true colours and make lies that envelop the all frame ,now bearded to look like Tagore?

The donkey has appeared as horse for  a  while 

And the vested interests and well crafted propaganda

Machine backed it up  .

Everyone feels the chaos the haeavy price that the country

Has paid for past few years , the lost years in terms of 

Life, livelihood ,death and destruction of informal economy

And small and medium industries....

Will there be a new beginning or is it the end of 

Our freedom and democracy?

Will there be any benovolent intervention from nature 

To collar the culprits and the corrupt criminals sweeping

Across the country enjoying free ride

Autumn was on song

After several weeks I moved away from my unit

And set out for a long walk, and 

drenched myself in the afternoon sun

The chill breeze was subduing the heat,

The body was craving for the warmth of the sun,

And the life force within me ,the real I

Was enchanted by the gentle chill breeze

The optimal chill-hot combine was

In between too little and too much

I was mesmerized by the Nature play.

The green leaves on the trees ,

Turning into golden brown,

Glittered under the sun.

The entire range of the long stretch of green grass

Which divided the two roads in between

Was under the full command of autumn, glowing.

The smell and sound of the grass clothed by

Both Sun and the wind ,hijacked me to an 

Another world of bliss,

Enriching my life force.

(My Adelaide Diary 2020)

our stay is brief and let us make it sweet and bright like bees and flowers

Flowers live only for a short while,

Be that as it may, their greatness is ,

They  live fully, forcefully, and feverishly

During their brief stay, holding sway

Over our minds, by radiating fragrance,

Displaying multi colours of rainbow .

They do not complain, the audience is not

Stationed there to celebrate them and appreciate

Their beauty and fragrance,

their very glorious existnce though

For a short while.

Their greatness is ,like "trembling happiness"

Long after they are fallen from trees,

And crushed under the feet of human

They do not experience any pain of death

Nor do they have any fear of it as they

Have lived a full life 

And the scent they have left behind, lingers

For ever in the cosmos.

Flowers showcase to the world how 

The so-called humans, the advanced specie

Must live ...

The bees and flowers live not for  themselves

They live well and hence they also know

How to die with peace and quiet,

Before returning back to earth.

From my Adelaide Diary ( 2020)

This is dedicated to Ilayaraja the artist  and Na Muthu Kumar ,the poet who died young in recent times .

We shall shun those hate viruses and live with nature

and generate more harmony

A line from Nicholas Sparks complements what I contemplated

A girl is the wonderful creation of Nature/God

An incarnation into wife and mother  and later 

Grand mother living different lives in one life

She is the fulcrum or the centre around whom

The family finds peace and pleasure..

Both the housewife  ,sorry house maker and the farmer

Make the world rotate without friction and it rains 

Because of their self less hardwork and grace

In a marital relationship,what matters most is more intimacy, more laughter, more together ness and 

More friendship and mural respect and love 

With all freedom and sense of unforced  humour

Holding hands and going for walk

Talking   every little thing, to know each other 

And so on.....

Finding this woman and finally understanding her 

And being and becoming of couple later is really

A heaven here right on earth.

This was on my Adelaide Diary

While typing and concluding one line from

Nicholas novel, The Choice,

Comes to my mind to sum up my fantasy:

"If conversation (with my girl, I add for understanding)

was the lyrics, laughter was the music,

 making time spent  together,a melody 

 that could be replayed over and over 

without getting stale ."

Everyone wants love and desires to be loved

Everyone wants love and desires to be loved 

And adored, admired and respected,

"Seeing through the world through a veil of love".

Not everyone gets that chance  or that bliss;

Is there any safety of being loved, profusely?

And also married happily thereafter

Will it help the couple to find happiness and 

those moments of bliss to get

aligned perfectly with nature and work

Without dissolving their identity and independence

With all the interdependent nature of the family economy,

Calling for compromise and adjustments.