If the film happens to be Mayakkam Enna. Classy!

Right on the piece, Selva effusively creates high octane of emotions in its every subtlety, and magically enough he sustains it until just before the finish. Moving off the stereotype, as always he is, owing to his reclusive nature and exemplification of his own life in his films, he has portrayed a world of wisdom, love, passion, sacrifice, betrayal, lust, depression, hatred, melancholy at its worse form, empathy, forlorn all in varying measures and left us all alone to ponder the various inquiries that arise out of this blend.

The story of Mayakkam Enna is told through its silences. Karthik and Yamini. The first half of the story lays out the soaring passion that rises and fall as natural as it could get only between them.

Although Karthik resembles a tough and angry man outside but he is effectively frail, emotional and soft-hearted within. The rush of emotions is brilliantly enacted when he was subject to constant denial of recognition. Imagine this. Karthik was in anticipation of the comments on his photo but in return he receives a double whammy where none but the Love of his heart says ‘I have to finish the shoot with a good photographer’. Just when you thought this would sure lead him a free fall to the wreckage, Karthik exhibits excellent disposition right after it and attains a bit of self-solace through the natural photography of that wrinkle-less face. It is well truly a moment of rising from within. And then sample this most private moment. He clicks his machine around the forest, captures some brilliant photography, lays enthralled in the depth of nature, mesmerized by the powerful, joy abound within and finally struck epiphany by the leaf on a free fall. All these against a silky background score which added a touch of fullness to that moment. Intensifying. Truly Exhilarating.

Also, later when he seeks justice with the ace photographer and finding his betrayal crumpling him down, he utters ‘Saar, Konjam help pannunga Saar’. That final call of hope. Dying within.

To see Yamini deal with her irresistible love for her man, and the events that slowly builds up intensifying it all the more which leaves her crave, pine and fight for him is the craftwork of highest order of filmmaking. All these strings of events when finally coincides with the moment of his utter despair of being rejected for bird photography, passion for each other eats them into a communion. The varying degrees of light work when they hug and kiss each other at the bus station was a finer attempt at blackening out the existential world around them and bringing it back later. The visceral drives that feeds off each other’s desires perfectly. I must confess I liked it very much. These are moments of innate feeling. This is what leaves me wanting more from a filmmaker like Selva.

She says she admires him for his relentless pursuit of passion and somewhere deep within she wants to emulate it herself which leads to the second half of the story.

Karthik plunges into darkness, loses grip on his life, perseverance fading and moving away from the hopes that held him intact in the past. She recognizes the delicate changes that her life is transforming to and the lying thorny path ahead, but yet she demonstrates her compassion for him, deeply perceptive of his torment and distress. She starts relentlessly pursuing her own passion, which is none but him.

Yamini do have her intrinsic moments of sensuality with her man, which is depicted in much profound sense well describing the stark realism rising above the usually abject moral realism.

She puts up with his incorrigible acts at times, helps him get along with life and goes through every ordeal with much calm, intense and strong-will which tests her extremes of emotions to an extent as worse as having to miscarry a baby because of his act. But she carries on further with the purest act of altruism and walks in to the most unsettling moment with absorbing emotions where she scrubs the blood off the floor, and with it, each other breaking down to the finest bit. This is stretching emotions as far as even we are left in utter ruins too and taxing enough.

The climax is at best laughable and best describes the Indian mentality of fulfillment that is attained only with stage awards. After having won the shooting contract for National Geography and her wife carrying his child again, hasn’t the life come a full circle for him? Why drift away? Even worse is that he waxes eloquent about his friends and then starts walking away, much to the surprise of everyone (I thought probably something big awaiting), but turns back sheepishly, walks up and showers all praise for his wife, I did not understand these loads of confusion to not talk about her in the first place and then turning up again.

As Selva has expressed himself, there are different colors of emotion and I must say, he has captured every color of it.

Mayakkam Enna is a refinement of highest order and a craft of masterpiece. Immense respect for the filmmaker.

And the ringtone goes
It’s been so long,
that I haven’t seen your face,
I’m trying to be strong,
but the strength I have is washing away.

When you have a holy book which says somebody as  infidel and we say its their holy book (their holy right) and when someone criticises that or has a counter view you say him a bigot. World is about compromises,but,not at the cost of freedom of speech or art. As an ex-Hindu i don’t have a problem with MF Husssain’s paintings at all, i should not have any problem as my “Shiva-Linga” itself is the fusion of male and female reproductive organs(the very basis of you and me), so, coming to Dr Subramaniam swamy’s comment i don’t find him any logical at least in this controversial article, but , there are more lunatics i have seen in Muslim and Christian communities who are just more than holy book worms and deemed as individuals and intellectuals go behind the garb of minority bullshit and pursue their fanatic agendas,since time unknown India remained a country which encouraged debate on religion “Dharga Sastra”,anything Indian is not Hindu so please don’t equate mine as a clarion call for Hindu Nation,i have many Muslim friends too.All i say is liberalisation has never happened in Islam to large extent and new convert Christianity,as their dream is an unipolar religious world “Islamic World” or “Jesuit world”, even jesus would cry for such a pity state of affairs by the organisers of Constantine.For Islam one can understand Muhhamed and origins of Islam to its geography , it was a religion based on the principle to unite Nomads who were fighting for supremacy in killing other tribes,its achievement ends there and can’t be extended to other parts where many cults and religions of highest questioning existed,but, its relevance in India fails big time as this culture has already reached a compromising point , like, in my house i believe “Shiv Linga” a perfect symbol of life,my father a staunch vaishnavaite recite prayers,my brother a hardcore materialist, my mother totally devoted to her father , mother, relatives and household. we have problems understanding each other still we co-exist as my reason to exist is not my religion or other’s religion or how other person is or what he says.We have already reached a level of equanimity even though it is all polar opposites,but to attain this lots of debates went on to explain each other, that is why debate on religions are neccessary, except for those Hindu Conditioned souls who think , being Hindu is deriving pride in a subtle sense.Pride in itself is a matter to be questioned as per Hindu way.

But, I would say expansionist religions are more fascist in nature than RSS or Swamy,,their universality show is just to allure than real intention,where we nominate a muslim candidate in a Muslim dominated area we call this Secularism, Church decides who is the candidate in kerala again secularism,polarisation happen everywhere again secularism, i would not dare to say there are no ills in Hinduism at all, there are more misconstrued notions and bigotry in contemporary Hinduism too,in a sense it is the trend in upsurge, which should be addressed by Hindus themselves, but, when few question the fundamentals of any religion, they should be encouraged for the better earth, as i see this swamy’s article as a tool in that direction,”even  though his article contains non-sense”,i am not uttering this to get in to the good books of those media or to get a secular certificate,i care a little for all these things as i have thrown lock stock and barrel the religious identity.So,i dare to tell the ills of Islam is Wahabi cult in equal proportion what casteism was to Hindu ,but, kudos to the reformist movements that happened in Hinduism,this is the need of the hour,it is not wrong to reform what Muhammed has found,any religion should be a spiritual option and should not show ways to bring in mobs, These topics of high relevance is for people who fly high on philosophies and psychology and go to the roots of their own thinking as a dedication to free will, for wholeness and deep insight of life, we should follow free thinking as religion. So this crying in name of hurting minority sentiments by the common materialist should be looked down upon,as again these materialists use these topics as intellectual opium like the Marxist historians or in the same way Hindu Pride demands following, than real concern for understanding Truth,This word minority stinks,when we have special marriage laws and no uniform civil code for minority communities,how come they become minority. This uniform civil code is an exception in entire world. Freedom on all sides, still they cry. That needs to be condemned,should not keep mute.Freedom to express is the mother of all freedoms. So ignore Swamy’s article as he has no deep insight of a human compromise out of philosophical acumen,he just shoots in the air  and brand things. But, all said and done his article is of much importance as it is an eye-opener on media intellectualism and double standards,this is how opposites churn and better environment for debate happens,thanks to media’s Loud Cry.His article’s relevance stops there,there is nothing new to get from the article,same old Utopian Hindu Nationalism. Media is fueling things instead of healthy dialogues.I doubt their collusion on being hyper secular when all one can see is religions everywhere and more fanatics.There should be no diplomacy encouraged till we agree on debates.Open to criticism on all sides.

My Islamic friends come out, question that which is stupid in your religion and same holds good for christianity and Hinduism, blind belief is what you follow , for your belief to exist why should you hear to what others say, just be blind.It is called surrender,it is pity and illogical, that, for your belief,for your surrender  i should keep mum. Encouraging the questioner in all religions to weed out.come out question else you would be a herd and expecting a good shepherd ,instead you become an individual. Instead of Fatwa  for a Muhamed Cartoon,  instead of barging in to a Pub to harass the women  in the name of Hindu morality,instead of a slut walk to market the western dress in the name of freedom,instead of banning Da vinci code Movie or book in Tamil Nadu,we have more better things to do than reactions, but, to come to a compromising point it can only be done through dialogue than trying to derive pride or proving my religion is best or through reactions,it will happen through individual chaos of questioning. India should remain the cradle of free speech. Cradle of free speech comes from deep understanding and not prejudices. Truth beacons , Truth is hard , Truth is most of the times about losing ideas which we hold near to us for decades,it just sweeps away all that is untrue, I say i question the fundamentals of your Intention of “Islamic World”, “Jesuit World” and “Hindu Rastra” with same dis-content. Thank swamy for your Mad Article, sometimes heavy dose works again,the usability of the article stops there. Let us strip all religions and move. Atleast i will strip your Gods animate or inanimate .  Buddha or Nietzsche the rule is same. Ram or Allah it gets more sharp, Jesus or Moses the same scale.I am ready to even move to a symbol less world. To the next level of Human Thinking beyond borders “all the world is my native village “. I equally feel all those organisations will attain their natural death when serious questioning happens in an individual,whether it is Madrassa schools,Secular-pity programmed schools or pro-Hindu pattern organisations or any religion based grouping, their era is over, they will attain their natural death.

Btw i respect Swamy on bringing corruption to the forefront, it stops there.

Train is an important invention of last century, i started off from Trivandrum towards chennai through a longer route via Ernakulam , Thrissur as, i didn’t get the tickets for the trains through the main line ,monsoon season’s cloudy evening, intermittently it was raining for couple of days,now, i remember how the roads look after a spell of rain, the Tar roads look clean and black.The Train started from Trivandrum towards Quilon (or) Kollam.

I arranged my things for a 14 hour journey,took out the things like towel for using it as bandanna,and scarf for covering my throat portion and a pull over i usually carry for night sleep,also in front of me was lying “ Tolstoy” and “sundara ramasamy” books which i thought of reading and from the window i looked at the coconut trees,beautiful women of kerala,the sea shores,backwater’s,fishermen rowing their boats,distant horizon,cool winds of south-west monsoon,pushing white virgin clouds gushing and raising on to the sky to engulf the land mass,the rail tracks gravel,the smell of moisture,abundance greenery made me to take my diary and start this  ”Notes from the Moving Train”.I am going to do this writing till the darkness stops me from seeing things outside from my side lower berth.

Train is moving fast,it does justice to its name “Chennai Super fast express” ,amazed at which images move,it would be a wonder of a brain if it registers every moment, asking too much from a matter which has its limit,if at all the storage happens in the air,a boy is holding her mother’s hand,both of them are standing near the gate of their house and looking at the moving train,like me, how many passengers are looking at them ? and what they are looking at in this moving train,as a boy i always wished that my house was near to the railway station or railway tracks,the eternal fascination of a boy to watch a moving train.Moving Train is like a movie to be watched,incessant imagery,play of images,expanding fiction,memories and storage it brings is stunning.Presently crossing a beautiful bridge, a fisher folk underneath.Here in kerala Backwaters and bridges are in abundance,the place i am crossing is “ Mounroturutu”  there are visible land masses between backwaters,the ground looks red with mud and stagnant water created by rains,i know i am seeing only one side of the world , i see the left side of the world now,to be precise i am looking at the Arabian see,exactly parallel to Arabian see my train is moving,now, there are wet land paddy fields whose beauty touch my sensory perception , i stop at this point for a small break to take the ticket out and show it to the TTR.

Ok,Strange to have spotted a pooja room of a house,hanging photos of deities, here it is hard to distinguish between a stream and a backwater canal, mostly i feel i just crossed a small stream as the water flow is towards Arabian sea,few young children are sitting in front of their house and writing their homework,their grandmother on to a chair,mother sitting next to them, then what !,do i need to go into the Torture of things ,children will be dragged away from their fantasies and towards the fear of getting humiliated if they don’t finish their homework.Torn apart between beauty and the beast.

Tubelights are switched ON inside a house and i guess my writing would go on for another 10-15 mins,loudspeaker echos the song from a near by temple,sounds zip passed me like an alien singing,beautiful small stations,men clad in Orange colour dhoti,most common colour of dhoti men wear apart from lungi,the houses are well apart from each other,here it is sane to call it an individual house,temples are less crowded,a black color dog and a middle aged women are going for a walk or may be making the dog to finish the loo (or) pee, i am seeing them as the train is passing through a curve,an unmanned level crossing ,croaks of frogs and sounds of the crows signalling the convergence of two worlds , one thrives with light and the other with night,snakes would be busy looking out for their frogs,bird’s nest,most of the times nature is raw and rustic,mind’s logic is strange,at this point in time i can’t say whether the evolution is good or bad or whether the real evolution really happened,Kayankulam Junction lit with sodium vapor lights,the semi yellowish-orange rays emanating from it,announcement of the arrival of the train,bustling sounds of bats,parrots,quails from a near by tree.

Infinite emotions are scattered in a railway platform,slow walks,brisk walks and contemplating walks of men,women and children held tightly by their relatives and parents,holding a mobile phone to her ear a young lady is walking and talking,my fellow passenger is looking at me from outside of the train,he wonders what i would be penning down,he bends and stretches his body and looks at the world outside and the full view,what would a new world bring to a person,any new place is awesome for first few moments and then we build walls to feel secure,tame it,form opinions,compare it,equate it and reduce it to an image or mere nostalgia,yes we live on images and we become one.So,they hang it on the wall once we attain the perfect image.

Another Train has just arrived from the opposite direction,i guess my train would start,the whistle was blown,but, the train which came started to move instead of my train,slowly even my train made its move,the fellow passenger who was standing outside came in and a kid with jerkins on and his father beside was sitting quietly and watching our train,i remember the days when my father used to take me to near by station,i should have bugged him by asking many questions,even now the questions seem to have not stopped,i looked at the flames of innocence in the eyes of the child,what would be his fascinations,questions.Formative periods in life,this will contribute to most of his brain activity and the direction he will be gravitating towards,suddenly a sense of sadness filled my throat,so many humans,so many images,so many plays.

The tubelights were SWITCHED ON inside the train,my shadow is obstructing me from writing,hope i get beautiful things to write,beautiful ? ahh crazy heights and sudden drops,the travel is always a travel towards something in us and travel away from something which is not,yes the dark night is going to capture the entire half of this planet in a while,then the other world ,the world of passion would unwind its tentacles and the humans will touch their animal form, so many yearnings and longings will be exchanged .Children will be fighting with their grandma for Cartoon Network slot ,grannys would be shaking their heads by watching  mega serials,grandpas would find solace with a sip of alcohol (or) a puff of beedi (or) would find a young man to share their pasts,like it used to be a better world then.

People are returning to their den,the night life has started in full swing,this moving train is cutting across million life forms both human and the other worldly,land masses are separated by the rail tracks in to halves,moving train carries many dreams,burdens and expectation too, for me it is just another travel to chennai,i finish off this notes  with this analogy, moving train is like a movie,there reels move and takes us towards the story,here with the train we move,it is like sitting on the reel of the movie and watching it too.Ahh! a frown outside by a fragile little young women returning from her office after a day’s work  and i stop this by dedicating my notes to her, i end with a beauty of a frown, what made her to frown ? ok, i don’t want to burden myself with this questioning  for which i would never get an answer.

The drizzle,dim lighting,virgin nights with moisture in air,a young women walking on the platform with a frown and i am stirred as usual or atleast i think i am stirred.I atleast made some kind of agreement with my emotions,i will let it reach its height and suddenly i catch it put it inside the logical chamber fight with it all night like a hallucinating intelligent man . So i start my journey towards the door of the train , i like standing there till my legs pain. Infinite reflections and awe.

<————- dedicated to the unknown frowning beautiful women and the little boy with the flame of innocence—————————–>

He looked in to the eyes of that women,ahh he wondered how he could never love a single women,polygamous animal ? No, he could neither be that, from now on, i hope he would never approach a women and tell her he is brimming with the Love or whatever,he doesn’t hate women, on the contrary women hate him or at least act like hating him either due to his physical appearance that could be a hypothesis,he is hated mainly because he is a challenge to womanhood. “Safety first women” he approached right through his childhood,adulthood and told them on face how he is brimming with something that can’t be explained through words,he stood at the corridors of his primary school and shouted,shall I spend rest of my life with you Pushpa ?Pushpa likes him because,she knows that he was a perfect man material, she also knows she can live with him only in the forest,she kissed him for one last time,in his yet to be developed cheeks and cried why he did this to her and from now on she knows she can never love a boy or man as she has already delivered her first and the last kiss for entire eternity. He turned pale and told her why you are doing this to you,do you think the guy who is going to give you 10 pencils and few rubbers will make you happy ?,i can show the flowing rivers,will teach you swimming in wild rivers,we all belong there ,but,she cried and left him,. That was the last day and his father got transferred to a mountainous place near western ghats. HE moved on, knowing he would never see her,many of his childhood boys are still in touch but, no information on Pushpa can be traced.Mountains and water falls are the only filling force till he met Ragini,he again asked the same thing at the end of his 10^th Board exams , but,this time he put his words differently,shall i join the same computer class you are in?,jittery Ragini by now was half-a-women.She is forced to like only those First Rankers, as she knew, that is how her marriage will be fixed,but,forsaking his cricket time he joined the class to learn few tricks in handling window-95 applications,when the results came,she was sitting next to him and she asked “how much you scored” ? ,hey i topped the class exclaimed Ragini, Sundar got up from his seat,went outside took his cycle and moved once for all,sat on the wall of his favorite ground,his friends were playing a cricket match,some bad words ” Otha” “Omaala” were exchanged by people who played in a friendly way,he was asked to join for the bowling practise, as there was a bet match the very next day morning,he joined the flow and Ragini vanished with a day’s sleep .Suchitra wanted him to do MBBS with her, that was the last day he met her.He joined Bsc Physics in Vivekanaanda as he just scored average marks for that.Ultimately his parents wanted him to do Engineering ,all he was expected is to shake his head “yes”.

By now he knows that Love is a word for women, which means safety,he cared a little about all those and he for sure know he would stop doing this one day and so till that , he continued to do so, Archana came in,he asked her, can you love me ?, that means can you keep me in your safety ?,he definitely had known what her reply would have been, he just smiled and went, by now he clearly predicted the psyche of all those women around there in this universe.He wanted to really question the fundamentals of what is love ? Lust ? Liking ? Et al. Presently he is travelling from Kannur to Mangalore in a Train after his study on animal behaviour for his Phd he pursued after his Msc in Ecology after finishing B.E in Electronic Engineering, he was standing near the door of the train, staring at the gushing waters beneath,sodium vapor lamp’s reflection made the water look gold,a fisher folk in his boat with his net was busy winding his day up underneath,unfortunately sundar knows swimming and the very emotive thought arising out to jump is a vanity to escape off all these suicidal thoughts .Sundar’s native is on the banks of the river cauvery,he and his friends of his childhood would climb a train from a near by station and when it crosses cauvery they would just jump off the train.Flood waters are familiar to him,so no use in jumping,he knows, moments pass and it passed,as he was smiling, a lady passenger glanced at his beaming face,he looked on to her eyes,raised eye brows,sharp nails in her feet and thought she might be the descendant of the apes of Athirampally.He thought of the behaviour pattern of those apes,so she might be sensuous,he went near her and asked is your husband the first or second,he knows she would definitely answer more than that,she did.Sundar called his only wife and told he would secure his Phd but, won’t come home as an alive person.

what is love ? Is it the influence of movies that brings these emotional highs, unnecessarily making it holier than thou. Why can’t a man and women share things like friends and just satisfy their sex hunger. He was reminded of ” Aram” ” Porul” “Inbham” from Thirukural,which means

“Aram” —–> ” Dharma”

Porul —-> Meaning

Inbham——> Pleasure,

Ahh Women ! Ohh women ! Liking is what you call Love!!!

Love is what you call Holy !!!

Pleasure,more Pleasure is the very nature of birth!!!

you need two to pleasure,all to bliss !!!

the dog’s pleasure ends in minutes!!!

why looking for eternal,only from a man!!!

Neanderthal is he,Neanderthal’s wife is you !!!

simple are we,born to the evolution’s call !!!

losing our senses to tsunamis fall!!!,calling it evolving of sorts !!!

Logic of love is, give pleasure and take pleasure!!!

Close your eyes on to the peaks ,you mistook it as sanctum!!!

pleasure and liking read it as holy and pure !!!

To one and the only hu-woman of the emotional lore !!!

Breach not you door step ,when comes the other!!!

Emotional lore you are !!!emotion is emotion ,not a square or a circle.

What is there for ape is for man too, no less ,no more nor anymore.

You need to be sundar to understand this!!!!!

Sundar borrows a cigarette from his friend the last cigar <smiles>,opens the train’s toilet,lights it up ,a smile of smoke all over his body,he knows his end is nearing was advised not to smoke as one of his lung has failed badly,he smiles and was thinking how all those girls who are going to come to the cremation ground and weep.He smiled the blood oozed from the nose, he opened the door and fell on the lap of his friend,Ramesh pulled the chain and stopped the train, a doctor was called who was there in the train to declare that Sundar died,Sundar’s body was carried to his native in an ambulance ,he wished to be cremated on to the banks of cauvery,he and his friend Ramesh were coming from the forests of Wayanad after finishing their final study on the animal behavior,Ramesh exclaimed The work of sundar is going to change the landscape of enitre animal behaviour and human behaviour too,the thesis also dwells deep in to the “Theory of evolution”, Ramesh his friend and co-project mate in animal behaviour and Author of a book “There was Love” and “There is Liking “. The coming generations would never love , they will only like each others physical appearance that’s it,not even bank balance.Few years later pushpa contacted shankar,Pushpa ,sundar and Shankar studied till 6Th standard in Trichy, Ragini contacted Satish who along with sundar did their 10^th std in Chennai,Suchithra got his number from Arvind who did 12^th std with Sundar in Theni(Western Ghats).

One by one all of sundar’s ex-women made to Sundar’s House cum an organic farm on the banks of river cauvery,Sundar’s wife was explaining to them how intensely she loved sundar ,even though Sundar used to explain her how all is a wiring in our brains which makes this. She even told how weirdly and passionately sundar would kiss whenever she told ” I Love you”, she loved him intensely,Sundar knows the open secret which is order for the generations to come,still to everybody’s wonder, sundar never married more than once or had affair with another women after knowing there is only “Liking” no love. Sundar would tell “His work is not to end all that is Good and beautiful in this earth”, but love is a mere misconstrued emotion , Sundar finally “End of Love is not the doomsday”,man still left with liking, prove liking is wrong, Dangerous yet who knows what’s in store for deep study in nature. Belief and logic has their equal attraction. Forsaking one for the other is like killing oneself,he would also say never yield.All begins with an idea.

Sundar when finally called his wife “Kayalvizhi” from train,he told her that all his ex-women would come,comfort them and tell them he knew it all along his life that they would never be able to like any other man even though they are married and got children,still he never thought of exploiting those three women. Also he knew they would come.Like —Like till you die from Ice creams to beautiful women.Never touch other’s women,in women is the box of passion and once you enter the box,it will be sealed. He has concluded his work of Phd,his fellow mentor wanted to remove the last line ” Never touch other’s women”, from his project but, Sundar has clearly written, his work should only be accepted if the last line is accepted , else the instruction is not to recognise his book as a “Behaviour theory” paper.

இன்று ஒரு மிகபெரிய மனச் சிக்கலில் மாட்டிக்கொண்டேன். நான் தடை செய்யப்பட்ட பூச்சிக்கொல்லிகளைப் பற்றிப் படித்துக்  கொண்டிருக்கிறேன் , ஆதலால் பல சுற்றுச் சூழல் துறையில் பணியாற்றும் நண்பர்கள் பழக்கம். அதில் ஒருவரது வீட்டிற்கு இன்று சென்றேன், அவர் சில “பூச்சிக் கொல்லி ஆய்வுத் தொகுப்புகளை ஒரு கண்காட்சிக்காகக் கேட்டிருந்தார் அதைக் குடுக்கச் சென்றிருந்தேன் ” பேச்சு வாக்கில் காஷ்மீர் பிரச்சனை பற்றி ஆரம்பித்து , காஷ்மீர் ஒரு தேசியம் என்றும், அதனை ஈழப் பிரச்னையுடன் ஒப்பிட்டு, இந்தியா ஒரு ஒடுக்கும் நாடு என்று வாதாட முயன்றார்கள். நான் அது முற்றிலும் ஒரு மத அடிப்படையான ஒரு உந்துதல் மிக்க போராட்டம், காஷ்மீர் பண்டிட்டுகள் ஞாயம் யாரும் பேசவில்லை என்றும் ,காஷ்மீர் பண்டிட்டுகள் என்று பேசும் பொழுது அவர்களால் அந்த உண்மையை எதிர்கொள்ள முடியவில்லை, உடனடியாகப் பேச்சை மாற்றினார்கள்.பிறகு புரட்சி தான் இந்தியாவிற்கு ஒரே வழி,முழுமையாக இந்திய எதிர்ப்பு கருத்துக்கள்,மாவோயிஸ்ட் அறைகூவல்கள் ,அண்ணா ஹசாரே பற்றி நீங்கள் கூறிய அரைகுறை மதிப்பீடுகள்தான் இவர்களிடம், இது ஒரு புறம் இருக்க .

எனது நீண்ட நாள் நண்பர் ஒரு “ப்ராக்சி ஹிந்துத்வா” செமினார் ஒன்றிற்கு அழைத்துச் சென்றார் அங்கு ஒருவர், ஒரு புறம் அதே அண்ணா ஹசாரே வசைபாடுகள், உண்மையை நான் அறிந்துவிட்டேன் என்று உரக்க ஏதோ வேதங்களைப் பற்றியும் , விநாயகர் பற்றியும் , உலக விஞ்ஞானத்தை வேதங்கள் என்றோ கூறிவிட்டன என்றும்,பிரம்ஹாவின் நாட்கள் பற்றியும் கூறிக்கொண்டு  இருந்தார், நான் நீங்கள் உண்மையை அறிந்து விட்டீர்கள்  என்றால் எதற்கு அதை நிரூபிக்க  ஒரு உதவி தேவை படுகிறது உங்களுக்கு என்று கேட்டேன், அவ்வளவுதான்  அந்த அரங்கமே வசைபாடுகளாக மாறியது. ஆனால் அவர் கூறிய இந்திய ஜனநாயகம் சந்திக்கும் சவால்கள் என்றும் பேசினார்  ஒரு நல்ல “Investigative Work” ஆக இருந்தது அதையும் நான் அவரிடம்  கூறினேன், அவர் கூறியவற்றில் இருந்து  சில

1)  பிரபஞ்சமே ஒரு ஓம்கார வடிவத்தில் இருக்கிறது , “Nasa Picture” என்று காட்டினார். நடுவில் ஏதோ ஒரு ஒளி அதுதான் கந்தனின் வேல் என்றும்

2 ) மற்றும் பிரமாவின் படைத்தல் தொழில் முடிவடைந்தமையால் அவருக்கு  மனிதர்கள் கோவில் வைக்கவில்லை.

இது மாதிரி அறிவியலையும் இந்திய ஞான மரபையும் ஒன்றுடன் ஒன்று ஒப்பிட்டு குழப்பமாக ஒரு சொற்பொழிவு. நான் அவரிடம் நீங்கள் ஏன் இந்தியா சந்திக்கும் சவால்கள் பற்றி மட்டும் பேச வேண்டும், உங்களது அறிவியல் தத்துவ மதிப்பீடுகள் ஆழமாக இல்லை அதைப் பற்றி நீங்கள் பேசக் கூடாது  என்று கூறியவுடன் அவர் வசைபாடுகளை ஆரம்பித்தார், நான்கு ஐந்து பேர்களாகச் சேர்ந்து ஏதோ நிரூபிக்க முற்பட்டார்கள், என்னை முட்டாளாக மாற்றிவிட்டார்கள்  . அவரிடம் ஒரு சமநிலையே இல்லை . என்னையும் கோவப்பட வைத்துவிட்டார்கள்.

இந்த இரண்டு வகை சித்தாந்த மனிதர்களும் எனக்குள் ஒரு அச்சத்தை ஏற்படுத்தி விட்டார்கள் இன்று . இவர்கள் இருவருமே ஏதோ ஒரு வகை மூளைச் சலவைக்கு தங்களை தாங்களே  அர்ப்பணித்து விட்டதாகத் தோணுது. ஆனால் பொதுவாக இந்த  இரண்டு  சித்தாந்தவாதிகள்தான்  பொதுச் சேவையில் இடுபடுகிறார்கள். இது இவர்களின் வேஷமா, இருவருக்குமே ஒரு அறிவுஜீவிகள் கூட்டம். . பல முகங்கள் இருக்கின்றன இவர்களுக்கு . இது நடுவில் எதை பற்றியும் கவலைப்படாத சினிமா ,கிரிக்கெட் ,வெட்டரசியல் பேசும் கூட்டம். ஒரே குழப்பம். எனது இந்தியா ஒரே கவலை.

மது

அன்புள்ள மது லச்சின்

உண்மையில் என் பிரச்சினையும் இதுவே.

படை பயந்து பந்தளத்துக்கு ஓடிப்போனால் அங்கே பந்தம் கொளுத்திய படை என்று மலையாளப்பழமொழி

இடதுசாரி அரசியலின் குறுகல், மோசடிக்கு எதிராக நின்று இந்துத்துவர்களை கொஞ்சம் காதுகொடுத்தால் இதே மாதிரி அசடு வழிதல்கள். இதற்கு அவர்களே மேல். பேசவாவது முடியும்.

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