Blog Diary of a Young Man

oru mental story

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 12:50:00 +0000

തിരിച്ചറിയല്‍ കാര്‍ഡില്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കൊരു മുഖമുണ്ടോ?

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 04:45:00 +0000

ഒരു തന്തയില്ലാ കവിത

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 09:20:00 +0000

Dedicated to Karunagappally Bevco which won first price in onam sales, beating CHALAKUDY!!

ആരാണ് ഈ ച്ചള്ളിച്ച കവിതയുടെ തന്ത??

Street ShOts

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 09:16:00 +0000

UNHEARD MELODIES - EPILOGUE

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 13:31:00 +0000

unheard melodies

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 13:19:00 +0000

വായനക്കാരുടെ കത്തുകള്‍!!

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 04:58:00 +0000

Street Shots

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 05:16:00 +0000

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:37:00 +0000

Rubber @ Smoke room, Kerala varma, Winter

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:34:00 +0000

UNHEARD MELODIES - PART THREE

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:42:00 +0000

Nashtappetta Neelambari

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 07:44:00 +0000

UNHEARD MELODIES - TWO

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Thu, 28 May 2009 13:52:00 +0000

PLEASE READ UNHEARD MELODIES PART ONE BEFORE READING THIS

Unheard Melodies

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Tue, 12 May 2009 05:08:00 +0000

Parayan Marannathu

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Fri, 08 May 2009 04:21:00 +0000

ORU PRANAYATHINTE ORMAYKKU

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Wed, 06 May 2009 03:42:00 +0000

MANASAMAINA

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Tue, 05 May 2009 12:26:00 +0000

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 11:44:00 +0000

[Denny bro, yes. There was a point in what you said. But consider this. Its all seasonal. We can shed leaves and give birth to new ones...

The pic says it all... its the same tree]

NOW, LET'S READ REAL RUBBER LITERATURE, WHICH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STUFF WRITTEN ABOVE

To view these 'poems' bigger, please click on them!!

INTO THE WILD

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 09:56:00 +0000

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but nature more...

Lord Byron

Hey, I just watched one of the most beautiful movies I have ever seen - Into the wild -mystic, mannish, rebellious, and most importantly, wild.

A spiritual experience I insanely match with Hess’s Siddhartha and Coelho’s mystic words; an emotional experience prudently matched with “I was a drug addict”.

The music, the beauty of words, scenes- brilliant stuff, and of course, I admit that each drop of delight always hath one’s signature on it – one’s scent on it, and one’s emptiness too. It’s my kind of movie, for sure.

If you get some time, please try to get a DVD, with space left in between to be disappointed. [For the space is always the same – who knows whether it will spill with enchantment or not? Have room, always. Perhaps I needn’t say this.]

I am very much excited and just don’t want to spoil the feel by writing anything more of my own. I just wanted to ring a bell for all my friends out there, who haven’t seen this one.

Some dialogues that hit me from “Into the wild”

“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps to the past.”

“Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind deaf stone alone with nothing to help you, but your hands and your own head.”

“It doesn’t make sense to me - judgment, control and all that, the whole spectrum.”

“Who are you to give a fucking advice to anybody?” “Well I am Mr. happy. And Mr. Happy sometimes gives advice.”

“If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed.”

“Where are your parents?” “Living their lies somewhere.”

“Twenty-three years old! Son, don’t you think you ought to be getting an education? And a job? And making something of this life?”
“Look Mr. Franz, I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don’t want one. You don’t have to worry about me. I have a college education. I’m not destitute. I’m living like this by choice.”
“In the dirt?”
“Yeah, in the dirt.”

“Son what the hell is you running from?”
“You know, I can ask you the same question except I already know the answer.”
“Oh you do, do you?”
“I do Mr. Franz; you got to get back out in the world. Get out of that lonely house and that little workshop of yours. Get back on the road!”

“Can anybody see this? God, are you watching this right now?”

“I’m going to miss you when you are gone.”
“Ill miss you too, Ron, but you’re wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It’s in everything. It’s in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at those things.”

“But when you forgive, you love and when you love, god’s light shines on you.”
“Holy shit!”

“What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?”

THOUGHT PROVOKING!!

KERALA READER – Standard X (revised)

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 09:50:00 +0000

Chapter 1 : MARXISM

Marxism is a wonder medicine invented by Carl Marx and Frederic Angeles through rigorous studies and experiments conducted long ago in Germany. [As a result of their phase one experiment, Comrade Adolph Hitler became the chancellor of Germany.]

Marxism is the one and only cure for all sorts of diseases seen in modern world such as terrorism, capitalism, fundamentalism, fascism, fanaticism, fuckism, global warming, loose motion and schizophrenia.

Previously it was insisted that users of this medicine must not believe in god as Dr.Lenin had called god number one enemy of development. But as a result of recent studies in Kerala, now it’s established that there is no bad effect for believing in god and using Marxist medicines simultaneously. A research group of talented scholars including Sindhu Joy and Lonappan Nambadan has shown phenomenal nerve to prove this fact.

Real Marxists

A lot of imitations have come in Kerala market and hence we have to be very cautious while purchasing Marxism. The monopoly of trade of Marxism, Communism, Leninism, Stalinism and Maoism is owned by CPI (Marxist) only and during election season, some other small scale outlets such as CPI (ordinary), RSP, Kerala Congress (J) etc. also will be given the regional permits as decided by CPI (M) party secretariat.

It should be noted that the permit held by ‘Janatha Dal’ is cancelled until further notice.

Real Marxist dopers can be broadly divided into two: 1. Bujis (intellectuals) 2. Rebels (Although there was yet another stupid ‘working class’ previously, now that genus has vanished.)

Marxist Intellectuals

They hold the certificate issued by CPI (M) state secretary and they have following features:

Won’t smile.
Will always discuss topics that either have no meaning or have no meaning.
“ÈàÏÜï ÈßæaæÏÞæA ¥MX ÕKÞÜá¢ ÉáÜïÞæÃ¿Þ” sort of expression on face.
They will subscribe Deshabhimani and will pretend to read it often.
They know names of many global leaders and will recite them always, irrespective of the occasion.

Rebels

This is the common breed of Marxists seen allover Kerala from Barbar shops to Toddy shaaps.

Features:

They will have one or two T-shirts with Che Guevara pic.
O Big B, A Big B, B Big B arrogance and attitude.
They hate Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Lays, French fries etc. though consumes them for rescuing others.
They love parippuvada, black tea, Russian vodka and Chinese food.
Their prayer rooms will have the pics of communist gods namely Marx, Lenin, EMS, Che Guevara and Saddam Hussein.

What is Dialectic Materialism (Vairudhyathmaka Bhautikavadam)?

Marxism grows through the continuous and rigorous battle amongst two classes (groups) inside the party and gives birth to new allegations. This theory is known as dialectic materialism.

Who is CHE GUEVARA?

Che Guevara is the ex-state president of SFI and the elder son of comrade Pinarayi Vijayan. For past many years, he has been audaciously working in capitalist nations to promote communism globally.

Questions:

1) Who invented Marxism?
a) MaAdani
b) Farris Abubakker
c) Saddam Hussein
d) KEN Kunjahammed

2) Che Guevara belongs to?
a) SFI
b) DYFI
c) CPI(M)
d) CITU

Activity:

Prepare an advertisement inviting young people from Kannur district interested to die for Marxist party.

Hint: (points to be included) age 17-25, must have a mother who is good at crying, sisters preferred, exciting prizes like memorial annual meets and mementos.

Project:

Take water in buckets from different parts of Arabian Sea. Observe whether there are waves in them or not. What is your inference? Discuss the ways of treating ‘water without waves’.

Suggested Reading (read only names):

1. The Che Guevara Reader
2. Communist manifesto
3. Selected works of Chomsky
4. The mother
5. The capital
6. Motorcycle Diaries
7. ²{ßÕßæÜ ³VÎµZ
8. ÈßBæ{æK µNcáÃßØíxÞAß

ഞാന്‍ നിന്നെ അറിയില്ല

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 12:01:00 +0000

ISOLATION

ca.sudeepsukumaranp@gmail.com (Abhimanyu) — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 18:36:00 +0000

I was a fan of words who believed in their power and beauty. (I thought I lived more through books I read.) But, someday when I really wanted to write about me, they turned vague and weak. They couldn’t convey my colors, smells, and the emptiness beyond.

Poetry- I could see me in imperfect figures. But when the metamorphosis is complete, I find me terribly absent. In them I’m somebody else. I have begun to hate my words as they convey nothing. Moreover they betray my cheap flaws to myself with a stink.

Music seemed to be explaining things better. But it is so ambiguous that it can reflect only one’s own voice.

To give a feel of pain, I wanted to prick hard – but before I took my nail, you told me – yes, I understand. I throw away the needle in utter frustration and hatred.

Why we fill our worlds with empty words?
Why we all hide behind the diplomatic persona we exhibit?

My friend, a romantic introvert, once told me – friend, you are the only one who listens. All others out there are looking for their chance to show off. And, they, keep on mumbling. Sounds that sound nothing. But when you speak, you create a mystic silence in me.

This guy has always been terribly stupid. At one side it put me in a comfort zone. On the other side, his emptiness echoed my loneliness.

I wasn’t listening, my friend. My silence always meant I was in my worlds. And the silence I induced in you meant I was beating the bush. Yes, every time I missed. That what I was in quest of was nowhere in the bushes.

Frustration …

Frustration of failing in self expression.

Frustration of being an empty bowl.

When one asked me to look into her eyes and tell her what I saw in them, I turned my face. I knew well that I wont see anything in them. As far as I knew that, I just couldn’t let her see my eyes – I hate being misread (or I fear being read?)

I can look into a dog’s eyes. I see love in its eyes. Clearly I see. And I’m sure that it can see only love in my eyes.

Sounds absurd, huh?

Why man has to live in extremes?
Why man has to live in isolation?