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ഞങ്ങള്ž മൂവര്ž

                                               - ചാരുദത്തന്ž


            അവന്ž


പാസ്പോര്žട്ടൂ് വാങ്ങി പണം
പലിശയ്ക്കു്ക്കു കൊടുക്കുന്നവന്ž
സമാദരണീയന്ž.
അവന്ž, നമ്മുടെ പ്രത്യയശാസ്ത്ര
പരിമിതികള്žžക്കുž പ്രാണന്ž കൊടുത്തവന്ž

അവനെക്കുറിച്ചെഴുതേണ്ടെന്നു വച്ചു.

 


            ഇവന്ž


ഇവന്ž എന്റെ അന്നദാതാവ്
അതിനാല്ž
ഇവന്റെ കൂടെ മാറി മാറി വരുന്ന
പെണ്ണുങ്ങളെക്കുറിച്ചും
ഇവനെക്കുറിച്ചും
ഞാനെഴുതേണ്ടെന്നു വച്ചു.


            ഞാന്ž


അവനും ഇവനും
എന്റെ ഇടവും വലവും കാത്തു.

അവരുടെ മദ്ധ്യേ
ക്രൂശിതനാവുന്നതിലെ തമാശയോര്žത്ത്
ഞാന്ž ഇറങ്ങി നടന്നു.ž
 
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Posted in Poetry.

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Letter to a Sweet Sis-in-law

Hi Suni,

The wandering soul of ‘Loolly’ finally got parked into the body of the new Janu-lookalike. Beware !Cats would take six births, if needed to have revenge upon someone. And it would take normally shapes very dear to us (no wonder it took the shape of Mom’s old Janu!) to impress up on the prey.
(An unpredictable, rapacious cat with hidden fangs looking to shoot out on short impulse is no good sight even in your wildest dreams!) Insomnia turns in meritoriously to save us in such occasions. Don’t try to kill or get rid of her. That may precipitate into an array of irremediable cataclysms.
Live with it!

Your chance to survive in Siam is also fat, Suni!

Spread your interviews like wildfire!

Best of luck. Love to Giuse and those satellites around.

Sureshettan


 

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Give Now

Give now

We should change our outlook towards the less privileged. Many a time, I have witnessed beggars being helped by people who themselves are struggling to make their ends meet. Although I do not want to generalise, does this mean that one should be poor to understand the poor? Or is it that by being rich one has no time for such ‘trifles’? Perhaps being in their shoes is a good way to understand a fellow being’s grievances.

Eventually, we do not carry our riches along with us. So we can share it with our fellow beings.

When we give to the needy, we celebrate the act of giving. To want to see the sparkle in the receiver’s eyes ? that makes you a perfect giver. Many of us put off giving by being close-fisted. As a result, many a time a needy person gets deprived of his rights. It reminds me of the words of Kahlil Gibran, the renowned Lebanese poet: ‘All you have shall some day be given; therefore, give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritor's.’

Time is of essence. It passes on swift wings.
- Suresh Nellikode, Abu Dhabi

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Untitled

When I’m torn asunder, how do I concentrate on writing?

Sometimes I feel like going to office on off-days even, thanks to the calls continued intermittently throughout the day. Off-days go restless creating an unremitting hostility towards every cat and dog coming around. Or into some promising hideouts, which are knwn to a vey few.

Suja, Chandu and Nandu are certainly missing me. But, then I have relief that Chandu takes care of them and acts his age. He makes Nandu iron his clothes, clean the car and washroom, shovelling ice etc., on rewards which seldom materialise as per the latter. He adds: He makes me slog like a donkey and gets all his woks done on false promises. When I revolt, he fixes me up on something or the other I had done earlier which has ‘far reaching consequences’, on which I could be caught any time by Mom. I’ve no other way out, but to surrender. When I come back tired I could see a Tom Cat resting on his armchair like a feudal lord, crossing his legs!

That’s the way the cookie crumbles at 1494, Paddington Court, Headen Drive, Burlington!

(to be contd …)

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