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Ente keralam.. ethra sundaram...usha uthuppu's famous song is hurting my nostalgic feelings. 18 years ago I landed in UAE. The changes I see in my gods own country is very hurting.. In my child hood any festival in kerala is our festival, let it be vishu, Ramadan, or Christmas.. we celebrated it with much enthusiasm. The evenings after school are our golden moments. My friends, Anas, anzila,nazila, Rafi, sushil, sushanth everyone is ready to play. we play till the prayer from the mosque is louder. If it is a sunday evenings it is like a football final competition. Now I can’t see any such gatherings. All are either behind TV, play station, mobile or internet. The evenings in our village used to start normally with the devotional songs from the near by temple, followed by the news from the library and so on. No more libraries in the villages. When there is a marriage or housewarming ceremony the entire function is carried out by the native people and friends. The friends make this occasion a remarkable one by the hard work and unity. They will do the entire effort and preparation which eases the family from hectic man power charges and responsibility. The hard fact now is that you won’t find any one at a marriage house or any such occasion except the very close relatives till the lunch starts. You need to hire people for every thing. The worst part is that if you want any help from the neighbors or friends is you need to serve liquor like a mini bar. Even a death happened in your neighbor hood, now the new youth ask for liquor to be served in order to help the families for the burial ceremony.Liquor is the only magic that brings people to form a group now.
There used to be festivals in our village like sports day or library related functions where the participation of public used to be with full heart. Now you find politics every where and lack of trust.
Earlier our evenings are filled with old Hindi songs from the near by cinema theaters before the shows. But no more theatres and even second shows are any more there. The theatres are converted in to go downs as the TV. Internet and pirated CD‘s killed that industry. Earlier the towns and village streets are busy till mid night. Now most of the Kerala towns are almost empty by 7 or 8 o clock. Earlier after the business hours people used be sit together and chit chat which made unity and exchange of ideas and allowed a friendly co ordial atmosphere. These unity and brother hood is no more even in villages. Everyone is busy with there own things. They don’t have time for anyone. No body is bothered to look at your bed ridden neighbor and check his welfare. Politicians are equal culprits in converting the public with such attitudes as they know very well unity of villagers make their effort harder in order to rule them. So they bring cheap politic stunts to separate them.
Within these 15-20 years our generation lost lots of such golden memories, such very important qualities, and good behavior of our state. our own kalaripayatu, daffumuttu, or oppana, thiruvaathira kali can be viewed in some television reality shows. We can’t find any such cheerful faces any where. We cant find any social service by public any where like making a bus shelter for the public or expanding the road or cleaning the drainage except for the politics stunts now a days.
Our new generation doesn’t have any such good things to remember. Our memories about the games that we played in our child hood, like marble throw, police and thief, hide and seek etc. will be remembered as stories. They don’t celebrate onam by going out and fetch the flowers from the neighbor hood. Instead they buy ready made flowers from the shop if they still want to celebrate.
They don’t know there neighbor hood. They don’t know their friends names. The new generation is all alone by them selves and hence they are all under depression and lonely. They lost love for everyone and the result is a negative attitude leading to crime, depression, suicides and all lot.. The results are even big. They throw there parents after an age to old age homes or on the street. Be cause they don’t have any concern for anyone. They don’t have patience.
We lost all these because of the carelessness of our own generation. We are going through a period of modernization and electronic era. Mobiles served the purpose of a personal visit. Television take you from the radio at a tea stall, Internet take you from your friends circle and library. We lost our identity now and we passed all these friendship killing modern amenities in the name of trend and fashion to our next generation.
Our children will never forgive us for all these. If we could not pass any of our golden memories to our children what will they share with their next generation?
We need to wake up before it is too late and help preserve our identities as Keralites. This is possible by sharing our cherished memories and evokes a wave of changes to go back to our roots. Our roots, where we stand for our people without any prejudice and pride, we share our friendship, our care for our village, our next generation which will make a Sundara keralam. We Pravasi’s should take the initiative as we feel these nostalgic memories much more than our compatriots in Kerala where they all are part of a fast life cycle. When we sit here and look at them we feel like we lost all those good things of our state more than anyone as we lost more of our social life.
“keralam enna peru kettal abhimaanapooritham aakanam ennantharangam. ...…..” LET US ALL HAVE THIS FEELING IN OUR NERVES AND ACT TOGETHER..
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Today I witnessed two heart breaking scenes which made me to write here. First incident happened in the afternoon. I used to park my car away from my office near the shipyard behind the EMIRATES NBD head office at Diera. The ship yard area is normally occupied by Pakistani and Iranian laborers. There are so many trees on the side of the creek where so many small birds made there nests and in the morning and eve its pleasant scene to watch them reaching there nests. Today while i was parking the car I saw a laborer is hitting those nests and destroying them. All those small birds are crying around him. I shouted at him and reach him. But when he answered me i was speechless. He said he was starving and was looking for the birds eggs to eat them as he did not have anything from yesterday. I take him to the near by restaurant and ordered food for him and when i came back i could still hear those heart breaking cry of those birds.
The other one was just half an hour ago Near my house there is a waste bin by municipality where a cat family comprising two kitten and its parents were living happily, Both kitten are two month old and there playful moves give joy to all the people around AL SHAAB SUPERMARKET RESIDENTIAL AREA.. While I was going towards my room I heard a loud thud noise and the painful cry of the Cats. One of those two kitten were hit by a car and is motionless on the middle of the road. When I ran to the scene the mother cat also ran to the body of the small one and start licking and crying while the other kitten was totally shocked and was standing in the middle of the road. I tried to move the cars without hitting the Mother cat and its kitten. All of a sudden the fallen kitten got consciousness and tried to stand. But his two legs were broken and could not walk. The mother cat and its brother cat or sister cat helped the fallen cat to the side of the road. I help them move to the pedestrian area where lots of people tried to feed them now and care them. I felt sorry for both the mother cat and its children.
A pain full day where I witnessed some of the realities of life which made me to pray more for all those who are suffering from one issue or the other. May god give them all good health, peace and happiness!
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
7th January, It was an year back when I lost my father Sri. P.K. Bhaskaran at his 68th age. He was not just a father for us but a source of Power, courage and Knowledge, A shore of Love, a cream of affection and the center of Gravity for our family. He started his career as Teacher. He worked at Valapattanam Govt. High school( Kannur District) for long 25 years. He was the N.C.C officer also in the same school. Then he got promoted as Head master and latter on he retired as A.E.O at Tellichery. Being a Retired teacher and A.E.O he had a great number of his students all over Gulf States, Europe and Africa besides our hometown. Everyone share a single word about him. He was a Great Man.
Those cherished memories of our childhood remains a Pain in our heart at this point of time without him. At Morning he is helping our mom or preparing us for school, at School he is a very strict and powerful teacher (Being the N.C.C. Officer he was having the responsibility of Discipline.) in the eve he will be playing with us, at night he narrates all those English classic childhood novels like a Christmas carol, Leo Tolstoy’s stories, Charles dickens’s stories etc. He was a pillar of our family. He was the Sun of our house where his presence was like the Sunlight in the house. If he is sick then the whole house is very gloomy. He had a well-knit friend circle. His main hobby, which I noticed, was playing chess with his colleagues. He encouraged so many students in finding out there skills in various fields and supported them in achieving their goal. I know so many well-known figures of the society who were his students. He showered care and affection on all of us till the last moment. He was totally a family oriented man.
My first memory with him goes back to my child hood where I was at 3 or 4 years when he gifted me a small ball. We started playing with it and I fell on the ground and got injured. That day he was taking me to the clinic and his consolation is still in my memory. The first day of my school was another incident, which is still in my memory. I got admission in the same school he was teaching. Morning I went along with him to school. But when I reached the class everyone was crying and I also joined with them. After a while he made arrangements to sent me home. But as soon as I reach home, mom took a stick and beat me. I ran back to school along with those guys who brought me home. There after I never want to stay at home and father take me everyday to school. Another happiest moment was when I passed S.S.L.C with first class he fulfilled his promise by gifting me a BSA SLR Bicycle.
He gave us gifts on all our birthdays, he take us to movies, shows and festivals. He bought new cloths and toys, books, and other stationeries, all with his low salary as a teacher. He had a very close net of friends with whom he discusses all the topics on the planet and outside planet. I got a good chance to enjoy the respect and admiration he got from his students and parents, his colleagues and friends. He was very closely attached to our family. After his duty he comes straight to home where he will be assisting mom, or helping us in education. Those very homely memories are a dream now. His presence in house it self gave us a protection and courage. While I was in the 4th standard, one of my neighbour expired and that was the first time I was accepting the fact that everyone will die. That was a shock for me. Then I thought of my parents and I started worrying, what if it happens to them and what will be the situation and I became sick. That day my father hugged me and kept me very close to his heart and consoled me saying, "Nothing will happen to your father till you are old enough". This was an unforgettable incident and assurance for me till I grew old.
He showered his affection on us even when we grew older. The same he extended to our children as well. We lost all these happiness just like that. A shattered moment on that 7th January 2009 took all these happy moments from us.
He fulfilled all his duties as a son to his parents by looking after them at their old age, as a husband to mom till the last moment, as a very loving father by teaching us the love, care, honesty, brotherhood and respect for others at our young age it self, as a good grand father to our children by pampering them from his heart, as a loving brother to all his brothers and sister even at his difficult times, as a role model to his colleagues by showing his leadership qualities in his career, his care for his students by finding the extra curricular activities of his students and motivated them to come forward . During his last days he completed his part as a role model to his age group by working for the welfare of the society, and spending his free time in the devotional matters.
Personally, it is a big lose for me as He used to guide me when I got stumbled, advice me when I needed, or patted over my shoulder on my achievements or shared the thoughts to live forward. Now everything is a past tense.
On this first year without him, our house is just an empty house where we search every edge and corner of our house to find his presence and love if any left behind.
On this day, in front of his ever-lasting cherished memories we pay our homage, gratitude and thanks for all his efforts to grew up as a good citizen and for being a Very Good Loving Father.
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Monday, July 30, 2007
പ്രവാസിയെക്കുറീഛു ഒരുപാടു പേര്‍ എഴുതി എങ്കിലും ഇനിയും അത് ഒന്നും തന്നെ പൂര്‍ണ്ണമല്ല.എന്നാ‍ല്‍ അതിലൊക്കെ ഓരൊ പ്രവാസിയുടെയും കതയുന്‍ഡൂ. ഓര്‍ക്കുവാന്‍ ഓരൊ പ്രവാസിക്കുമുണ്ട് ഇത്തരം ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍. ഉറ്റവരെ പിരിഞു ആദ്യമായി വിമാനം കയറിയതുമുതല്‍ തുടങുന്നു ആ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍. ഗല്‍ഫിലെക്ക് വരാന്‍ തനിക്ക് വണ്ടി വീട്ടുകാര്‍ വാങിയ കടം ഓര്‍മ്മിപിചുകൊണ്ടുള്ള ഓരൊ എഴുത്ത്കള്‍ ആണ് ഓരൊ പ്രവാസിക്കും ദിശാബൊധം നല്‍കുന്നത്.
പിന്നീടങൊട്ടുള്ള ഓരൊ നിമിഷവും ജീവിതത്തോടൂള്ള യുദ്ധമാണു.അസ്തി ഉരുക്കുന്ന വെയിലും ഉറപ്പിക്കുന്ന തണുപ്പും അവനറിയുന്നീല്ല. വിശപ്പിന്‍റെ വിളി അവനിന്നു സംഗീതമാണു.വിയര്‍പ്പിണ്ടെ ചാലുകള്‍ ഇന്ന് മഴത്തുള്ളികളാണ്.തിരിച്ചുപൊക്കാണു അവണ്ടെ ലക്ഷ്യം.ചിലപ്പൊള്‍ നാട്ടിലെക്ക് അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ നിത്യതയിലെക്ക്.
അതിനിടയില്‍ അവന്‍ കടന്ന് പൊവുന്ന ഓരൊ സംബവങ്ങളും
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
മനസിന്‍ടെ ചൂളയില്‍ ഓര്‍മമകനല്‍ക്കട്ടയുടെ നെരിപ്പോടില്‍ തണുത്തുറങ്ങുന്ന ഓരൊ ബാല്യകാല സ്മരണകള്‍ !
എഴാം ക്ലാസ്‌ ബി യിലെ ലീഡര്‍ എന്ന ഗമയില്‍ അല്ലറ ചില്ലറ കുസ്രുതികല്‍ ഒപ്പികാറുണ്ടയിരുന്നെങ്ങിലും അഛ്ചന്‍ അതെ സ്കൂളിലെ ആദ്ദ്യപകനാണെന്ന വിചരം കടിഞ്ഞാന്‍ പിടിക്കും.വേനല്‍ അവ്ധി കഴിഞ് സക്കൂള് തുറ്ന്ന ഒരു ദിവസം. അന്ന് മലയാളം ടീചര്‍ അവധി ആയിരുന്നു.ക്ലാസ് ടീചര്‍ വന്ന് എന്നൊട് ക്ലാസില്‍ സംസാരിക്കുന്നവരുടേ പ്പേര്‍ എഴുതാന്‍ പറഞു.ഞാന്‍ ഗമയില്‍ ഒരു ബുക്കും പ്പേനായുമെടുത്ത് മാസ്റ്റര്‍ ഇരിക്കാറുള്ള മേശയുടേ അരികില്‍ നില്‍പ്പായി. ആ സമയത്ത് ഞാന്‍ കരുതാറുണ്ട് ഞാനാന്ന് അദ്യാ‍പകനെന്ന്.എണ്ടെ ചില സില്‍ബന്ധികള്‍ക്ക് അപ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാ സ്വാതന്ത്രവും നല്‍കിയിരുന്നു.ഇതിനെ ചൊദ്യം ചെയ്തുകൊണ്ട് എന്‍ടെ വീട്ടിനടുത്തുള്ള സജീവന്‍ എഴുന്നെറ്റു. ഇതെന്നെ കുപിതനാക്കി.ഞാന്‍ ചൂടായത് കണ്ട അവന്‍ എന്നെ കളീയാക്കി. പെണ്‍കുട്ടികളുടെ മുന്‍പില്‍ വച്ചു അവന്‍ വീണ്ടും കളിയാക്കിയതു എനിക്കു തീരെ സഹിക്കാനയില്ല.ഇന്‍റ്റ്രുവെല്‍ കഴിഞതും ഞാന്‍ അവനെ ഡസ്കിന്ടേ ഒരു വശത്തേകു വലിഛു ഒരൊറ്റ അടി കൊടുത്തു.പത്തൊംന്ന് പറഞ് അവന്‍ നിലം പരിശായി.ആദ്യം വിജയ ശ്രീലാലിതനായി കൂട്ടുകാരെ നോ‍ക്കിയഞാന്‍ കണ്ടത് പരിബ്രാന്തരായി ഓടുന്ന എന്ടെ കൂട്ടുകാരെ ആണു. കാര്യം മനസിലാവാതെ ഞാന്‍ സജീവനെ നോക്കി. അവന്‍ അനങുന്നില്ല. വിയര്‍പ്പില്‍ കുളിച്ചു സജീവാ സ്ജീവാ എന്നു നിലവിളിക്കുമ്പൊഴെക്കു ബാലന്‍ മാഷു വടിയുമായെത്തി.മാഷു പെട്ടെന്ന് വെള്ള്ം കൊണ്ട് വരാന്‍ ആവിശ്യപ്പെട്ടു. അരുണ അവള്‍ക്കു കുടിക്കാന്‍ കൊന്ടുവന്ന വെള്ളമെടുത്ത് സാറിനു കൊടുത്തു. ബോട്ടില്‍ തുറന്ന് സാര്‍ അവണ്ടെ മുഖത്തൊഴിചചു. പെട്ടെന്നു അവന്‍ കണ്ണ് തുറന്ന് ചുറ്റും നോക്കി. പിന്നെ എന്നെ നോക്കി ചിരിച്ചു. മാസ്റ്റ്ര് അവനെം എന്നെം സ്റ്റാഫ് റൂമിലെക്ക് കൂട്ടികൊന്ടുപോയി.ആദ്യം അവനു ചായ മേടിചു കൊടുത്തു. എന്നിട്ട് അവനോടു എന്താണു പറ്റിയത് എന്ന് ചോദിച്ചു.ദയനീയമായി മാസ്റ്റരുടെ ചൂരല്‍ വടിയെയും പിന്നെ സജീവനെയും ഞാന്‍ നോക്കി.അതുകണ്ട സജീവന്‍ ഒരു ചെറു ചിരിയോടെ പറഞു. "അതു സാര്‍ നമ്മള്‍ ചുമലില്‍ കൈ ഇട്ട് പുറത്ത് ഓടുമ്പൊള്‍ ഞാന്‍ വീണുപ്പോയതാനു സാര്‍ "ഇപ്പോള്‍ ഞെട്ടിയതു ഞാനാണു.അല്ല സാര്‍ എന്നു പറയുമ്പൊഴെക്ക് സജീവന്‍ പറ്ഞു, സാര്‍ ഉചയ്ക്കു ക്ലാസില്‍ വരുമ്പോള്‍ ഒന്നും കഴിക്കാന്‍ പറ്റിയില്ല.പട്ടിണി ആയിരുന്നു. അതുകൊണ്ടാണു എന്ന്.പിന്നെ സാര്‍ എന്ടെ നേര്‍ക്ക് നോക്കി, ശരിയാണോ എന്ന വിധത്തില്‍. ഒടുവില്‍ ജീവനും കൊന്ടു പുറത്ത് കടന്നപ്പൊ സജീവന്‍ടെ കൈ പിടിചു ഉചചത്തില്‍ കരഞു പോയി.അവന്‍ സാരമില്ലെടാ എന്ന് പറഞു ആശ്വസിപ്പിക്കുമ്പൊഴും എന്‍ടെ കരച്ചില്‍ നിന്നിരുന്നില്ല.സ്കൂള്‍ വിട്ട് വരുമ്പൊ അവന്‍ പറഞു തുടങി. അവ്ന്‍ ഇന്നലെ മുതല്‍ പട്ടിണിആയിരുന്നു എന്ന്. അതു എനിക്കൊരു ഷോക്ക് ആയിരുന്നു.ഞാന്‍ അതുവരെ കരുതിയത് എനിക്കു അടികിട്ടാതിരിക്കാന്‍ അവന്‍ സാറിനോട് നുണ പറഞതാവാമെന്നാണു.പാവം. അവന്‍ടെ അച്ച്ചന്‍ ശീധരേട്ടനും അമ്മ സതിയ്യേച്ചിയും സ്കൂളിനു മുന്‍പിലെ ഫൈബര്‍ ഫോം മെത്തക്കംബ്ബിനിയില്‍ ആണ് ജോലി ചെയ്തിരുന്നത്. അവിടെ സമരം നടക്കുകയാണു.അപ്പൊഴെക്കും, ഏനന് ടേ എല്ലാ നിയന്ന്തറണവും നഷടപ്പെട്ടീരുന്നു. വെയ്കീട്ട് അമ്മയൊട് ഏല്ലാം ഏറ്റ് പറഞ്ഞൂ .
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