தலைப்பில்லா கவிதைகள்

மெல்லத் திறந்த பக்கங்களில்

மௌனமாக வைக்கப்பட்ட என் நெஞ்சம் இருந்தது…

ஒரு ஒரு வரியும் என் புலம்பல்தான்

ஆனால் யாருக்கும் தெரியாத மொழியில் எழுதப்பட்டிருந்தது.

தலைப்பில்லா சில கவிதைகள்,

அத்தாள்கள் தான் என் தோள்களில் உறங்கிய இரவுகள்…

இப்போது அந்த கவிதைத்திரட்டு என்னிடம் இல்லை.

ஒளிந்திருக்கலாம்,

யாரோ திறந்திருக்கலாம்,

பகிர்ந்திருக்கலாம்... புரியாமல்.

அக்கவிதைகள், ஒரு மனிதனின் உள்ளம் உடைந்த பிம்பங்கள்.

ஒரு பெண்ணின் பெயர் கூட எழுதாத அத்தாள்களை,

இப்போது யார் கைகள் மெதுவாக கிழிக்கிறதோ(?)

மறக்க முடியவில்லை.

ஏனெனில், அவை தொலைந்த என் வரிகள் அல்ல, என் சிதறிய வலிகள்...

என் வாழ்வின் உடைந்த நொடிகள்.

தொலைத்து விட்டேன்.

இன்று நான் எழுதும் ஒவ்வொரு வரிக்கும்

அந்த பிழை ஒரு பிளவாகவே நிற்கிறது.

Nimirndhu Nil

Tamil'il kavidhai kor'ka aasai-thaan

aanaal... en Tamil kavidhai'yai keduthuvidummo endra ach-chum'mum kooda...

Kudhi-thu sellum kaagam'mum, thaliraadhu thudikum elai'galum, asaindhu aadum may'ga kavasamum

Pagalum, iravum, paruvamum, karumamum

pin-thodarum nizhal'laga

Kaatrum, mazhai'um, satrai sudum kaneer thulium

thudikum narambum, ambum, vaalum

Sindhanaigal'il aval mugamum kasaiyum...

Irumbhai valaikka pogum poraali'yin kalgalay thulaitha thurumbhai pola

Katri'yaval piditha tholgal'in pin nindru kuth'thiya mudhigin eerum kasai'ya

Adi'thalam mariya pinnum - kaalam, nayrum, paavum, puththi - sat-rai sutri varah

iru sottu kurudhee villundhadhu oru kuttai puzhudhiyil...

Arthamay illadha unarchigalil vaalum valkai pola.

Av-vun vali'ku alum vurimai avalukku mattum vundu

Andha vali'yeh aval kodukka neyrgayil alugai vunarndhu vuraindhu ponadhu.

Kuridhi'ya(?) Kanneer'ah(?) Idhil edhu manidhanay adakkum(?)

Viyarvai sindhum nerathil sindhanaikku id-dum illai ippoludhu

Pagazhil maraiyum idhayathirku iravil vudhithu payan-edharku...  

  

To God Or Not To Guard

A brilliant and brave attempt to question the idea of God through a personified idea of God. Do we live better staying united or with stronger walls built between us? A vada story gives a perspective in this clip from an old Tamil movie titled Rudra Thandavum.

Evan Maar'okkay

When you are an outsider, that ugly duckling, the other, you are seldom free from being targeted or being slammed from repeated attacks with an indiscriminately fixed slur aimed and shot to do the intended damage behind one's back when nothing more rational or logical can be done in an open and fair battle ground. It saddens me to find that these comments are received by certain people expected to deliver justice in such situations choose to rather add their loose comments and criticisms that are often very stereotypical, lacks sophistication and showcases a very low taste and definitely does not demonstrate nor substantiate a multicultural inclusiveness as they tend to often claim in more open forums. Blatant lies so confidently told by mongrels who thrive on constructed pseudo-reality thinking they have harnessed the protection of people with the same amount of prejudice, stereotyping and bigotry as themselves; possibly as low in civility and cultural exposure as well. The limitless abundance of such pathetic ophidians.  

Recently I was a victim to one such racial remark too. Despite trying to shed identities, identities don't seem as merciful with me. My regional, religious and linguistic difference are often spotted and spite raised in spite of me making every conscious step to avert such awkward attacks. Recently based upon some baseless comment by a mythomaniac, another sacrosanct religious mortal referred to me with an instant disdain, "Evan Maar'okkay..." (which by the way means, "All these people" in Malayalam - supposedly what they manage to say when their conclusive opinion of a person is to be understood on the basis of what they have managed to limit their understanding of a group they suppose a person belongs to be.) hahaha! What limitless plethora of mediocrity! Evan Maar'okkay...
From a point of reflection, what do those words 'Evan Maar'okkay' even mean at its deepest sense? Isn't this the vulgurest way of showcasing one's attitude and perspective of others with which one has decided to see the so-called "others" with stereotype, prejudice and bigotry just because one has failed to understand them or even sanction their liberty without a bit of conscience to speak anything about someone just because the 'other' has been patient and does not react? Isn't this the reason for ethnic cleansing in many parts of the world just as genocide and lynching that happen in some parts closer to us? Aren't these racial and regional slurs reflective of their thoughts(?) and how long before these thoughts become action? How different are they that kill from they that consider it right to think in the same line?
I just wanted to reflect and at the same time clarify as to with what perspective am I being seen in a different space among people different from me - (differences I haven't noticed till then)? It is very odd to be the oddest one out in such a beautiful golden pond - a reminder that is reinstated every time incidents like this happen around me. These odds are identities made and handed over to me to wear and bear time after time, incident after incident, from which I have no escape or a resort to go for seeking justice as these are oppressive mandates directed by those to whom I am supposed to go to seek justice again; these situations which rarely happen yet undeniably happen seem to be happening over and over again within the past one year repeatedly ever since a cleansing ritual has began in this place I have been. This has made me feel ridiculous when I have found myself helpless and unable to defend myself when not even give a chance when often targeted. In Tamil, I have heard that bullets taken on one's back shows the cowardice of the enemy one has been fighting with so far; going by that I have fought too many cowards I suppose. At the end of the day, we have two divisions of people; the one who divide and those who don't. Evan Maar'okkay...  

Unbelievable Fight

So of all the things, I never thought fighting could be so much fun. Should one laugh? Should one cry? Should one do both?! You see; you decide...

And for a bonus, if you are still up to it, try this too:

And let me know... is it only me or did anyone else feel that this bout would have looked better had the fighters worn frocks... By the by, these are scenes from old Tamil movies.