Why Politics is Important?

I see a lot of FB posts against 'politicising' the suicide of Anita. 'Politicising' does not mean mere shifting of blame on one another for an issue. It means looking at an issue through the 'prism' of Politics. Every single problem we face in our lives is either directly or indirectly related to the kind of 'Politics' we are thrust into. When you try to 'depoliticise' an issue, i.e peel the 'political' layer off it, during an attempt to solve it, you immediately begin losing way. You digress, you find yourself astray inside the dark, meaningless thicket of confusion. As a result, you find false and temporary solutions which when put into practice, create more and more issues.

This is the reason, why a lot of 'depoliticised' societies i.e, societies which have lost the ability to interpret contemporary phenomena in 'political' terms, quickly lose all their hard-won rights and privileges and spiral into lawless ruin. The recent trend of high percentage of Cancer incidences, the attainment of premature puberty by today's girls, the increasing number of acid attacks on women, frequent occurrences of farm suicides, recent emergence of 'extreme' global weather conditions, rising infertility among men, increased importance attached to box office 'value' of a movie instead of its artistic equivalent, emergence of Corporate Godmen, unsustainable levels of traffic jams and urban pollution, neglect of academic courses in favour of professional education, increased obsession of educated middle class over gadgets and luxury items, etc. Not one of the aforementioned issues can be addressed without understanding the current 'political' climate in India, even though these issues appear to be completely 'apolitical'.

This is why I have been howling from over rooftops for quite a long time urging people to follow, debate and analyse politics as much as they indulge in cricket/cinema. People especially the middle classes assume that there is a well-defined 'division of labour' existing between the government and the governed. 'It is your duty to govern properly as much as it is mine to pay taxes'. But actually it doesn't work that way. A sharp 'division of labour' can apply only to monarchical or dictatorial forms of society. You leave everything to the ruler in full recognition of the assumption that 'He knows better', just like you don't interfere when an electrician is fixing your faulty motor pump. 

The ruler taxes 'salt', orders farmers to surrender one-third of the year's grain to the State, calls for a needless war on a neighboring country, bans divorce and so on. You unquestioningly abide reposing blind faith on the infallible logic and supremacy of the ruler. Even if you want to question him, you cannot do much to make a difference. This mindset made sense during primitive and medieval days. But have we managed to grow out of it even after these many of years of democratic rule?? 

When the government asked us to submit our personal details such as Iris patterns and fingerprints to them, did we at least once try to question the logic behind the decision? Or verify the validity of the explanation that was offered?? Didn't we all take a day's off and queue up like ants for hours together to surrender our privacy to the authorities? When it was told that the Biometric system was introduced solely to weed out fake beneficiaries of state welfare schemes, we blindly believed. Later when the government asked us to surrender our LPG subsidies to help the poor, some of us complied. Later when they announced that the subsidies would be removed altogether from next year, did we bother to ponder over the futility of so much time and effort to set up the Biometric system? 

We remain silent either because we still believe that the government knows better or because we don't think we can make a difference by questioning it. The systems of governance have changed from Monarchy to Imperial Dictatorship to Liberal Democracy. But did our collective mindset keep pace with these drastic changes? 

When, in 1947, we were entrusted with the power to choose our ruler at the end of every five years, did we realize that it was a privilege that none of our forefathers enjoyed? How much effort did we put in to make ourselves worthy of it? Some of us say that today's state of politics is too obnoxious to follow and too nauseating to keep in touch with. Politics is akin to bringing your child up. If you stop dealing with your child because he is too stubborn to change his ways, he will grow even more thick-skinned and impenetrable to care and advice in the future. And no one but you will have to carry the blame for allowing a problem-child to grow up into a totally incorrigible brat. And no one but you will have to bear the brunt of whatever he does.

Politics is as crucial to man as much as his math, hygiene and morality to survive in a civilized society. And remember no society can grow as long as it has a dormant, easy-going middle class. The lower classes, though they form the majority in any society do not have access to proper and full-fledged education so as to think and make ideas. The upper classes, the dominant minority, have always wanted to bend the State in order to fatten at the expense of the rest of the society. Hence the role of the middle class becomes crucial in applying their education to understand and analyse contemporary phenomena, create informed opinion, leverage the modern tools of communication to propagate their ideas and the bear the torch towards creating a better and inclusive society.

Velai Illa Pattadhari -2 Movie Review

It was declared a flop. A huge disaster for fans of the first part. I usually love to see fans getting disappointed with their idols, because my idols do not have so many fans. Also, I love to watch a super-hyped film, soon after it is thrashed by fans because such a verdict usually lowers my expectations thereby bettering my viewing experience.

I was not a huge fan of VIP. It was a huge hit, the reasons for which I am still trying to find out. When the second part released, I somehow had managed to gather interest since I was told that it was written by Dhanush ( I loved his Power Paandi ). Apart from that, my idol Baradwaj Rangan had given it a very favorable review akin to his previous ThangaMagan which I happened to like very much.

But right from the opening scene, VIP 2 could not avoid looking lazy. Lazy not in terms of pace, but in writing and direction. Kajol walks slowly over to the dais from the hall entrance while her subordinates receive awards for excellence and attribute everything to her and she finally, gets a chance to know about Raghuvaran, for the very first time. I am not saying it is a bad way to introduce the 'Hero'. But the staging of the sequence is very flat, something which I would attribute to lack of 'detail'. Why doesn't the writing devote some more time to establish the 'what' and 'why' parts of the award ceremony, give the awardees something else to say other than the bland, repetitive 'I dedicate the award to Vasundhara madam'?

Even the 'family' scenes are not written well. There is no arc as to explain why such and such character transforms into such and such ways. Shalini's character is kept annoying so as to give Raghuvaran a chance to sing the standard Tamil Cinema 'booze' song and to make 'housewives' the butt of easy jokes.

And the much-hyped idea of Kajol playing Dhanush's counter-weight also doesn't help. She walks around in designer clothes and mouths her lines mechanically with her wide-open eyes making it so evident that she does not know the language. I admit that it is such a badly written part that has no potential to generate even a decent performance. But I can see standard Tamil Cinema Shrews like Ramya Krishnan and Vijay Shanti doing something for the role just like how Dhanush manages to do for his. Yes, he manages to soar over the film's blandness and tries to keep his fans happy. In the scene where he announces news of his company's first project acquisition, he hops in the air pumping his fists howling like a Shoaib Akhtar who has disturbed the holy stumps of Sachin Tendulkar. The infectious energy he gathers during these masala moments and the saintly poise he acquires during his tense ones are the only reasons why we remain invested in the movie.

Inspite of all the laziness, the film managed to surprise me towards the end. It is quite a great idea to insert 'Chennai Floods' into the screenplay and the way the film arrives at this point is quite nicely done. The righteous Hero and the menacing Villain forced to know good things about each other, slowly understanding the reason behind their differences and getting reconciled only because they don't have a choice, are all interesting ideas inside a masala movie setup. I would have loved to see MGR and Nambiar of the 'Enga Veetu Pillai' age do similar things. Here we have a very charming Dhanush, but an utterly charmless Kajol and hence their 'warming up' to each other does not work as much as it must have. 

Such endings are quite dangerous if not handled properly and I am sure that it left a lot of fans quite unhappy. But I would want to point out that the last scene makes more sense if you trace the story from the first part of the franchise. The whole family, on account of the floods, vacate their totally inundated house and move to the safe 'Yellow' tent of Raghuvaran located on the terrace. The tent, if you may remember the first part, symbolised Raghuvaran's defiance towards the 'hateful' society which was wholly embodied by his father. And hence the ending, where the family is left with no other choice than to accept Raghuvaran's style of living is nothing but some sort of a 'sweet' revenge for our much-despised Hero. 

The Rant of an Anti-National

We have history books. Philosophical works. Research papers on culture, economy and religion and their impacts on society. Artistic works on the exploitation of the ruled by the ruler. Field workers who themselves have borne the brunt of excesses of our enemy. Dialecticians splitting their hairs to interpret the course of society.

With all these weaponry in place, whom do we propose to fight? Those who believe in fake  images and unverifiable bits of history and myths, those who have no patience for well- researched evidences and facts, those who believe in daggers and guns and lathis, those for whom listening to the learned is some sort of pain, those who love emotional platitudes, rhythmic expressions of kitsch and over-blown sentiment.

How is the battle going to be won?

Do we at least have such hopes or have we resigned ourselves to the whims and fancies of Providence?

US vs THEM:

When we are ready to allot time for listening to what our enemy speaks and wait to expect the same kind of decency from the other end, what do we get in response?

A loud, peremptory howl of accusation that signals the end of ‘discussion’.

When we are ready to accept our historical missteps, apologize for the errors of our allies and wait to expect the same kind of decency from the other end, what do we get in response?

A series of vehement chest-thumps that identifies all their blunders and cruelties with the interest of something larger-than-life, something totally infallible and supremely sacrosanct, often called ‘The Nation’ in their language.

When we are suffering from the disease of magnanimity that forces us to acknowledge even the rare, accidental good that our enemy had unwittingly done to our nation, a disease which forces us to respect the icons and forefathers of our enemy, what disease do they suffer from?

A disease that makes them spout slews of unpalatable sentences that are indistinguishable from crude ‘name-calling’ of our ideological forefathers associating each one of them with every kind of obnoxious crime or conspiracy conceivable to the barbaric imagination of our enemy.

In this battle between brains and empty emotions, does the former stand any chance?

With every instance of recent historical development pointing to the victory of emotional loud-mouths that are bent on dividing humanity on artificial and obsolescent identities, does the side that stands for universal human integration still have any strength left over to stand its ground on the battlefield and carry its noble cause?

How many more scars do we need to sustain?

How many more years of patience do we need to muster to fight till the end?

How much gallons of sweat and blood do we need to sacrifice more?

With every reversal that we face on the battlefield, we pull millions of hapless, innocent, toiling masses down with us whose lives keep becoming more awry and chequered with every passing second.

BATTLE FOR THE PAST:

The Present seems untiring in deceiving us and in depriving us of all our self-invented chances. The Present seems dogged in its diabolic endeavors to create a bleak, uninhabitable, dystopian Future.

With every natural element underlying the Present working against us, whom do we have to fall back upon?

The Past? The omniscient Oracle who has seen all, felt all, and guided all. Does he have anything valuable to tell us? Do his words mean anything at all against the gush of Fleeting Time?

His calm face seems to inform us that he has seen the Slave who fought and won over his Master.

His calm face seems to inform us that he has seen the Serf who fought and won over his Landlord.

His calm face seems to inform us that he has seen the Woman who fought and won over her shameless Possessor.

Can us soldiers afford to ignore the message of this immortal Oracle who owns the power to subsume both his children- The temporal Present and The Blind Future?

With so much to gain from the words of The Past, do we soldiers realize how valuable is such a man to the enemy? If the enemy manages to seize the all-knowing Past from us, he will end up distorting and confusing him. He will rid the Oracle of all his healing powers. He will succeed in turning the noble Oracle into a Wizard who could conjure evil spirits and black magic to haunt the hapless multitudes.

Let us fight with everything at our disposal, my dear soldiers, the battle that is as much a battle for The Future as it is for The Past!!

Ignorance is not an excuse

‘Sasikala releases first list of ADMK candidates for the Assembly Elections’

‘Jaya expels Sasikala from Poes’

‘Sasikala returns to Poes Garden’

All the above sentences ruled the regional headlines of our newspapers in the beginning of this decade.

Those who had followed Tamilnadu politics for quite a while, had they not forgotten these incidents, will have no reason to be surprised on Sasikala's elevation as CM.

'How can a servant maid turn CM within a day, that too without people's mandate ?'

'I am thinking about moving out of Tamilnadu because I cannot accept Sasikala as my CM'

The above are some of the reactions that I have been seeing on social media soon after news of Sasikala's elevation became public. 

First let us talk about the validity of these reactions to this sudden development in Tamilnadu.

With respect to the accusation that a ‘servant maid’ is ascending the throne, let me hasten to add that Sasikala had ceased to be a servant maid to Jaya for almost a decade. One of her relatives had won contracts from the TASMAC soon after the inception of the Government Corporation, for his multi-crore Midas Distilleries. The relationship of Midas with TASMAC continued even during the days of DMK regime and lasts to this day. 

Various authentic sources also confirm that Sasi's cronies own lot of companies that are directly in control of the State's natural resources with the active, legal co-operation of the Tamilnadu government.

That Sasikala had control over Jaya's selection of MLA/MP candidates is proven by the fact that she released a list of candidates for the 2011 Assembly polls ignoring the roles of ADMK’s alliance partners- DMDK and the Left. The alliance partners then, appealed to Jaya immediately after the incident, that she had to declare the list 'unofficial' within a day, replacing it with a fresh one subsequently.

A lot of newspapers reported that during every election, Sasikala was very much part of the 'Election interview process' through which she kept firming her hold over the party by selecting candidates who were amenable to her.

Sasikala's grip didn't remain confined to the legislature alone. She and her cronies had penetrated even into the State's Executive and many top bureaucrats of Tamilnadu including those in the Police Department had close associations with Sasikala and her family.

Many industrialists in Tamilnadu, had been subject to severe 'extortion' from Sasikala family which had, by the beginning of Jaya's third term, transformed into what is now known as the 'Mannargudi Mafia'.

All the information I have furnished above did not take much time and effort to be gathered, and anyone who had even a very sparing interest in TN politics would already be knowing all this.

And let me also add that even most of them who knew enough of the 'Mannargudi Mafia' and who knew very well that the Mafia had been running the ADMK for quite a while, continued to vote for the party because Jaya was its leader.

This practice of voting for a leader, however corrupt a party is, is one of the biggest mistakes that we, as an immature electorate, have been committing from time immemorial. Voting for a leader, instead of voting for a party or its ideology, has done more harm to the country than good, right from our Independence.

In 1984, we voted for the Congress after the assassination of Indira Gandhi and inspite of the subsequent Congress-sponsored Sikh genocide(more than 10000 Sikhs killed), only because we loved the slain leader and badly wanted his son to succeed her.

In 1998, we voted the BJP to power at the Centre, quite aware of the fact that the party was solely responsible for Babri Masjid Demolition and the subsequent riots, only because the leader was a moderate Atal Bihari Vajpayee. We ended up having 2002 Gujarat riots which killed more than a thousand Indians.

In 2014, we voted for the BJP overwhelmingly inspite of its dubious secular credentials, only because a single man named Modi promised that he would deliver India out of corruption. The Vyapam scam in Madhya Pradesh and the Sahara Birla Diaries stand testimony to the fact that a single man, however honest and efficient he may sound, cannot accomplish anything if his organisation, by nature, is wholly corrupt. 

One of my friends, very recently told me, to my surprise, that he hates RSS but adores Modi. He added that he abhors Hindu extremism but loves Modi’s brand of politics.

RSS is an organization which believes in and works towards the formation of a Hindu Rashtra where minorities are bound to be second-class citizens. This is the core principle of the RSS and none can be an RSS pracharak if he doesn't believe in this. If Modi doesn't believe in RSS principles, there is no reason why he should have joined the organisation. Nobody joins an organization if he is at variance with its core principles. Hence if you are voting for Modi, it is implied that you are endorsing communal politics. If you argue that you voted only for his anti-corruption agenda and not for his communal politics, it means you did not do adequate research about him and his organization.

The RSS and it's offshoot BJP would lose their identity if they stop being communal. And this is the reason why the BJP, all these days speaking about bringing ‘development’, have picked their 'communal card' back for the upcoming UP assembly elections, openly promising to build the Ayodhya temple in their manifesto.

Now let me come back to the Sasikala saga. If you were responsibly following TN politics over the decade, and thereby knew very well that the Mafia was controlling the party, but still kept voting for ADMK because Jaya was the face of the party, you have no reason to feel shocked or disillusioned at Sasikala's elevation. You people were completely responsible for this sad state of TN politics. All these days you people kept voting for the Mafia directly whose nominal head was Jaya. In other words, for every cent that the Mafia earned under ADMK rule, Jaya bestowed the much required legitimacy and you people were approving it through the ballot each and every time.

Or if you weren't following TN Politics properly but kept voting for ADMK innocuously, it is another kind of a crime you people could not help committing on your fellowmen. Following politics is as important as casting your vote. If you are entrusted with a right, make sure you are worthy of it. 

If Sasi could summon all the MLAs on a single night before Jaya's death and make them sign blank sheets of paper so that they don't switch allegiances, imagine how much effort she had put in getting them elected as MLAs.

Please remember that our country is a Democratic Republic where only parties contest each other in the elections and not individual leaders. Ours is not a Presidential form of Government like the U.S where you vote for your leader directly. Hence, it is perfectly fine if the majority of the legislators whom you voted for, choose someone as their leader and anoint them as the Head of the Government. Manmohan Singh never contested any elections in his lifetime and served as PM for nearly a decade. Please remember that Pugazhendi in Mudhalvan became one-day CM without contesting any elections. If all this is fine, then Sasikala's case shouldn't trouble you at all.

There is only one solution to this. Let us first try to come out of our 'Masala Movie Mindset'. No single Sivaji or Anniyan or Ramana is going to save us from exploitation and poverty. Even if someone like that emerges on top, he will be eliminated immediately by the all-powerful System before he tries to move a stone. John F Kennedy, the youngest President of the US was assassinated by the CIA and the all powerful Military- Industrial lobby when he tried to alter the country's questionable foreign policy. Same happened to Martin Luther King.

Hating a party but loving it's leader is fine as long as your preferences don't translate into votes. If you vote for Modi, you are actually voting for the BJP whose primary ideology is Hindu nationalism. If you vote for Sitaram Yechury, you are voting for the Communist party whose ideology is Socialism. Vote for Yechury only if you want socialism. Not because he is individually clean or speaks well in public meetings. Same applies to your Narendra Modi.

Before you cast your vote, please go through a party's history and it's positions on various important issues. Records of individual leaders come secondary. 

Nothing destroys our country more than our apathy towards politics. Our grandfathers evinced so much interest in politics and took an active part in them that they won us freedom from colonialism. Our fathers too were sufficiently interested in politics that they ended up having good leaders like Anna and Kamaraj. Now look at us. Just try to examine the relationship between our declining interest in politics versus declining quality of our leaders. We were once ruled by a freedom fighter, then by an outstanding scholar. The quality began to decline when we voted a cinema-writer to power. He soon gave way to a cinema actor, then to a dancer-cum-actress and now..

எழுத்தின் வேர்

காற்றின் வருடல். 

இல்ல. காத்து மேல படுது ஜில்லுனு.
சுத்தி பச்சை பசேல். அங்க அங்க பூமில இருந்து முளைச்ச மாறி வீடுங்க.
இருட்டுது. எழுத ஆச தூண்டுது. ஆனா கொஞ்ச நேரத்துல என் பொண்டாட்டி 'மாடி ல இருந்தது போதும் .. கீழ வா' னு கூப்டுவா. நான் பெரிய writer னு இந்த உலகத்துல எனக்கு மட்டும் தான் தெரியும்.

தெரிஞ்சும் எல்லார் மாதிரி இருந்து குழந்தை குட்டி பெத்துட்டு அதுங்களுக்கு கல்யாணம் பண்ணி வெச்சுட்டு பேர புள்ளைங்கள மட்டுமே பாத்துட்டு சாக எனக்கு விருப்பம் இல்ல.

இப்போ வரைக்கும் இல்ல. இனிமே வரலாம்.அதுக்கு முன்னாடி நான் ஏதாது செய்யணும். என்னை நேசிக்கிறவங்க முன்னாடி  காலர்-ஆ தூக்கி காட்டற மாதிரி.

நான் சாதாரணன். பெரிய எழுத்தாளன்,  அபூர்வ கற்பனைசாலி, கருவில் உறங்கும் கருத்தா, பண்பாளன் என என்னை நான் அழைத்துக்கொண்டாலும் சாமானியர்களின் அன்றாட செயல்களுக்கும் என்னுடைய செயல்பாட்டிற்கும்  பெரிய வித்தியாசம் கண்டறிய முடியாது.

நானும்  வீட்டு வேலையை செய்ய என் வீட்டுப்பெண்களையே எதிர்பார்ப்பேன் . நானும் 'என்' சமூகத்தை சேர்ந்தவளைத்தான் தேடி திருமணம்  முடித்தேன். ஐம்பது பவுன் நகை பெற்றேன் மாமனாரிடம்.

கோகோ கோலா விரும்பி குடிப்பேன். ஆட்டோக்காரனிடம் ஐந்து ரூபாய்க்கு பத்து நிமிஷம் பேரம் பேசி விட்டு மல்டிப்ளெஸ் திரைஅரங்கிற் 400 ருபாய் கொடுத்து வரிசையில் நின்று கால் வயிறு பாப் கார்ன் வாங்கி உண்பேன். என் பெயர் 'கம்யூனிஸ்ட்'.

வெட்குகிறேன்.

இதோ ஒப்புதல் வாக்குமூலமே  எழுதிக்கொண்டிருக்கிறேன் கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமாக.

குற்றவாளிக்கூண்டில் நிற்கிறேன் கூனிக்குறுகி.

தெளிந்த முகமாய் நீதிபதி பீடத்தில் என் மனசாட்சி கருப்பு கவுனில். பார்ப்பதற்கு LIC நரசிம்மனை போல் இல்லை .

'குற்றங்களை ஒப்புகொண்டுவிட்டாய். அதனால் உன்னை விடுவிக்கிறேன். இனிமே இப்படி செய்யாதே போ '

'சரிங்க எஜமான்'

நீதிமன்ற வாசலில் இறங்குகிறேன்.

என்னை மன்னித்த நீதிபதிக்கு தெரியும் நான் திருந்தவில்லை, திருத்தவும் மாட்டேன் மீண்டும் இதே தவறுகளை செய்வேன் என்று. எப்படி என்னை விடுவித்தார் ?

நான் சாமானியன். எங்கள் ஊர் சட்டம் அப்படி. நீதிமன்றங்களும் அப்படிதான்.

சாமானியர்கள் தவறுகளை தெரிந்தே செய்வார்கள். மனம்  என்னும் நீதிபதி எப்படியோ அவர்களை மன்னித்துக்கொண்டே இருக்கும், சில நேரங்களில் சமய சந்தர்ப்பங்கள், கலாச்சார மரபுகளை லஞ்சமாய் பெற்று.

எரிச்சலாய் வருகிறது, நானும் சாமானியன்  என என்னை கருதும் போது .

இலவசம் என தெரிந்தவுடன் கால் வலிக்க வரிசையில் கூடி நின்று, தன் கை விரல் ரேகையை அடகு வைத்து ஜியோ சிம் வாங்கி அதை எதற்கு பயன்படுத்த வேண்டும் என்று கூட தெரியாத சாமானியர்களும் நானும் ஒன்றா ?


சிக்னல் பச்சை ஆகும் கணம் முன்பே கரண்ட் ஷாக் போல் ஹாரனை செலுத்தும் அந்த சாமானியனும் நானும் ஒன்றா?

ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் பன்னிரண்டு மணிநேரம் வேலை செய்து விட்டு மாதம் ஓரு லட்சம் ஊதியம் பெற்று ABCD சொல்லித்தர ஒரு லட்சம் பீஸ் கேட்கும் பள்ளியில் தன் பிள்ளையை சேர்க்க வரிசையில் நிற்கும் அந்த சாமானியப்பதரும் நானும் ஒன்றா ?

ஆமாம் தான் போலிருக்கிறது.

இல்லை. நான் ஒப்புக்கொள்ளப்போவது இல்லை .

நான் சாமானியன் அல்லன். நான் மேம்பட்டவன். அறிவால். சிந்தனையால்.

'சொல்லடி சிவசக்தி என்னை சுடர்மிகு அறிவுடன் படைத்துவிட்டாய் ?'


தீண்டத்தகாதவர்களுக்கு பூணூல் போட்டு அந்தணர் ஆக்கிய புரட்சி கவி் பாரதியின் வரிகளை திருடக்கூட  என் போன்ற hypocrite-களுக்கு என்ன யோக்கியதை இருக்கிறது ??


நான் தான் என் குற்றங்களை எல்லாம் ஒப்புக்கொண்டு விட்டேனே ? எனவே நான் அயோக்கியன் ஆகமாட்டேன்.


யூதர் இனப்படுகொலைக்கு முழுப்பொறுப்பு ஏற்று தன் குற்றங்களை ஒப்புக்கொண்டு Nuremberg-இல் ஒரு வேளை ஹிட்லர் சரண் அடைந்திருந்தால் அவர் காந்தி ஆகி இருப்பாரா ?

நான் ஒரு வெறுக்கத்தக்க சாமானியன் மட்டும அல்ல. Hypocrite.

அந்த வார்த்தையை கவனித்து பாருங்கள். காகிதத்தில் எழுதப்பட்ட அந்த ஆங்கிலச்சொல்லுக்கு ஒரு உருவமே தெரிகிறது . 'Hypo' என ஆரம்பித்து ஓசையில் மேலெழும் அந்த சொல் 'crite' என இறுதியில் பெட்டைத்தனமாக  சுருங்கி அடங்கி  விடுகின்றது. என் போன்ற hypocrite - களும்  அப்படி தான். முதல் சந்திப்பில் நாங்கள் பேசும் சித்தாந்தங்களும், கொள்கை நியாயங்களும் எங்களை 'மேம்பட்டோர்' போல வெளிக்காட்டினாலும் பழகிய  சில நாட்களில் எங்களின் சாயம் வெளுத்து விடும்.

முதலில் சாமானியன். இப்பொ hypocrite. நல்ல முன்னேற்றம்.

என் hypocrisy -ஐ கண்டு என்னை வெறுத்தவர் இது வரை இல்லை. அதனால் நான் hypocrite அல்லவே? என் சுற்றத்தில் நான் இன்னும்   மதிக்கப்படுகிறேன். எனவே நான் ஏன் குற்ற உணர்ச்சி கொள்ள வேண்டும் ?

ஆனால் என் 'அரைவேக்காடு' சமூகத்தின் மேலோட்டமான மதிப்பீடுகளை வைத்து இவ்வாறு என்னை விடுவித்துக்கொள்ள எனக்கு விருப்பம் இல்லை.

'சொல்லுதல் யார்க்கும் எளியவாம் அறியது சொல்லிய வண்ணம் செயல்'

வள்ளுவனின் வார்த்தைகளே என் போன்ற கம்யூனிஸ்ட்-களை  அளக்க  சரியான  மதிப்பீடுகளாக  இருக்கட்டும்.

வள்ளுவனின் கறாரான மதிப்பீடுகளின் படி நான் ஒரு பொய்யன்.

hypocrite க்கு இணையான சக்திவாய்ந்த இழிச்சொல் 'பொய்யன்'.

பொய்யன் தவறு செய்துவிட்டு பொய் சொல்வான். hypocrite சொல்லிவிட்டு தன் தவற்றின் மூலம் தன் சொல்லை பொய்ஆக்குவான்.

சாமானியன், hypocrite, இப்போ பொய்யன் .

நீதிமன்றத்தில் வழக்கு தள்ளுபடி செய்யப்பட்டாலும் குற்றப்பத்திரிகை தாக்கல் இன்னும் முடிந்தபாடில்லை.

மீண்டும் ஒரு வேளை என்னை சம்மன்  செய்தால் எனக்காக வழக்காட யார் இருக்கிறார்கள்?

நான் என் பெற்றோர்களை நேசிப்பவன். இணையாக மிக குறுகிய காலத்தில் என் மனைவியையும்.

அவள் வருவாளா என்னை காப்பாற்ற ?

நான் சிறையில் இருக்கிறேன் என அவளுக்கு தெரியுமோ என்னவோ ? என்னை உத்தமன் என நினைத்துக்கொண்டிருப்பவளிடம் எப்படி சொல்லுவேன்  நான் ஒரு accused  என்று ?

'மாமா.. கீழே vaa . சாமி கும்புடனும். அப்பா கூப்பிட்டாரு'

சரி. எல்லாம் இருக்கட்டும் . அடுத்த hearing அப்பறோம் வெச்சுக்கலாம். தலைப்பொங்கல்க்கு மாமனார் வீட்டுக்கு வந்திருக்கோம். கீழ வஞ்சிரம், சங்கரா லாம் அடுப்புல எனக்காக வெந்துருக்கு ஆட்டுக்கறியோட.

நல்ல நாள் அதுவுமா எதுக்கு கோர்ட் கேஸ்- லாம் ?


ம்ஹூம்.

மனம் கேட்கவில்லை.

அடுத்த சம்மனில் இந்த வழக்கில் வென்றே தீருவேன்.

ஆனால் அடுத்த சம்மன் என்னைக்கு ? இன்றைக்கேவா ?

நீதிமன்றக்கதவுகள் இன்னும் மூடப்படவில்லை. எப்பொழுது வேண்டுமானாலும் அழைக்கப்படலாம்.

பொங்கல் சிறப்பு அமர்வு.


இத்தனை போராட்டங்கள் இன்று, நேற்று மட்டும் அல்ல.

சில ஆண்டுகளாய். தினமும். சில நாட்களில் ஒவ்வொரு மணிநேரமும்.

ஒரு சாமானியன் இத்துணை முறை நீதிமன்றத்துக்கும் வீட்டுக்கு அலைவானா ? பொங்கல் அன்று கூட விடுமுறை இல்லாமல்.

கண்டிப்பாக இல்லை .

ஒவ்வொரு தவறு செய்யும்போதும் என்போல் கடுமை ஆன மன உளைச்சலுக்கு ஆள் ஆவானா?

எனவே நான் சாமானியன் இல்லை.

இந்த மனப்போராட்டங்களே என்னை சாமானியனிடம் இருந்து வேறுபடுத்திகாட்டுகின்றனவா?

தெரிய வில்லை.

தேடுவேன்.

என்னை நானே.

என் எழுத்தே எனக்காக வழக்காடட்டும்.