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JACKSON

 


Tribute


 


Demise of Michael Jackson, so sad.


A great loss to music world.


His contribution to the music


Will be eternal.!


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T. K. Unni


 

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B P L

BPL


 


First class, second class, third class'


There are many classes all over the country'.


But,


We,


'We are middle class'


We are making the classes


There are some upper and


Super duper classes


Let them stay there where they are


We are the deciding class


This, recently we captured from the


Super duper classes


With the help of our beneficiary friends


Don't think too much?


 


But,


First, second, third, like these classes


Seems to be bearable to us'..


But you know?


There are some classes under the level


Of our foots and below of them


We hated to tell their names


We ashamed to show them to you


We felt dirty to think about them


Since last two decades we were searching for a


Suitable class name for these scoundrel groups


We are always the winners!


A few years back we classified them


With an invisible narrow string'''?


We selected some group of scoundrels


To stay above the invisible line


And we are calling them A.P.L


And all other bloody dirty groups of


Scoundrels to be kept the below of this


Invisible narrow string permanently


And we are calling them B.P.L


 


Now


This is the flourishing time of the scoundrels


They are flooded everywhere in the country


We really fed up with these bloody scoundrels


These groups must have to survive until end of the world


Without loosing and losing any of their originality


With their cultural and vultural habitats


That's what we the modern groups


Were planning and thinking and we pressed our


Governments in to action with a special vision and mission


Which we extended our full support to keep these scoundrels


Long live scoundrels' scoundrels to be always scoundrels..!!


Otherwise how can we say?


We are the middle class''!!


 


Without our support


How can these bloody BPLs survive?


We want special reservation for them?


We want special playgrounds for them?


We want special ponds/wells/bathrooms/toilets for them?


We want special villages for them?


We want special names for their villages?


We want special huts for them?


We want special languages for them?


We want special schools for them?


And


Shouting are their speeches


Sickness is their happiness


Untouchability is their touchability


Sympathy is their empathy


Service to them is butchery


Pains of punishments are their food of digestion


 


Therefore


We are for them, protecting them with all means.


We don't like to have any lose to them


We don't allow them to loose any potentiality


Of their cultural habitats and ancestral properties


Even a single drop of it will be unbearable?


 


Otherwise


How can their girls have babies without a man or marriage?


How can their girls become a woman without puberty?


How can they celebrate deaths with drums without spraying Gangajal?


How can they make fire in the forest unless there is a tree or a plant?


 


Therefore we decided


With and without our friends of all levels


Without any difference of colours glittering on our flags


We pledged to extend our whole hearted service together


One thing we have to be in mind


Billions and trillions are flowing to downwards


These billions and trillions will be ours only'..


We are practising the super duper corporate sharing methods


With the help of international money laundering links


Our expertise in this matter is internationally accredited and merited


 


The billions we are floating will be ours only cuckoo'.!


This is a social thinking'?


The fields we are labouring will be ours only comrade'.!


If the situation occurs we will make this slogan as shield


To keep this bloody scoundrels always to be BPLs


We are having many slogans in our store-rooms


So


Come and have a hi with us


Go and have a shame in your life


Our buttocks and pockets thickening every day


Their stomachs and cheeks bulging every day


Our posh bungalows, castle houses, super apartments


Always with celebrations of festivals with heavenly drinks


And our beloved prince and princesses are in fairy mood


Flourishing and celebrating with the aspirations of the real heaven?


There, in their huts


Valli, the girl and Chelli, the mother


Always with their huge bulged stomachs


Increased their numbers every then and now


Their beloveds Maadan's and Marutha's


Bodies were floated here and there'.?


 


Still we are confident


We will make more and more Projects,


Thousands of projects,


For the new generations of this


Bloody BPL groups'.!


To keep up them always to be


At their level of


BPLs.


 


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I am so sorry BPLs


Because I am also one of you!


 


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Note: Recently United Nations Organisation revealed global poverty situation. In their report India has 445 millions as BPL level. Our respective State and Central governments are going on a gimmick of enumeration exercise to counter this truth?


 


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T. K. UNNI


25-06-2009


 

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Neermaathalam

A tribute (homage)


 


A great loss to the world of World literature


A heavy loss to the world of Indian literature


A thunder loss to the world of Malayalam literature


But for us


It is a loss of true love


It is loss of a true teacher


It is loss of a great preacher


It is loss of a great and faithful believer


We know


Amma and Amy'.. (Mother and Aunty)


Amy as Amma '' (Aunty as Mother)


The love Amy left for us


The teachings Amy left for us


The courage and boldness Amy left for us


The faith and preach Amy left for us


Yes, we can feel


Its fragrance all over the world


Fragrance of Neermaathalam flowers


Shadows of Neermaathalam tree


Messages of the mind and soul  


Will remain always with us


Till the end of this and that worlds


Yes, Amy


You are always in our hearts


Will remain always with us'


Will remain always'..


Will remain''


 


T. K. Unni


 


(This is a tribute to the heavenly abode world famous poetess/novelist/writer Mrs. Kamaladas/Madhavikkutty)  


   

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MOTHER’S DAY

 


 


MOTHER'S DAY


 


A day to think about mother!


And that is to make a celebration!


A day in a year for you dear mother!


A day is too much in our busy life!


All these guys around are forcing us!


At least a day in a year to keep for you!


You know, more than thousand days


We have to celebrate in a year!


Then how we can consider you for a full day!


This is our mercy to you, mother!


That, we kept a full day for you!


That wonderful idea we are sharing!!


That is the true spirit of our celebration!


You don't worry at all!


You will get presents and gifts!


We have efficient agencies to fulfil it!


When we are always on online!


Why we have to bother about it!


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We are true believers!


God is great!


He gave us a day!


For our mothers!


We are celebrating it!!


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With LOVE to MOTHER


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Note: Dear friends, I lost my mother last year. But she was and is with me each and every moment in my life.  If some body insist us to think of our parents only in a particular day, it is totally absurd and against our consciousness. 


 


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T. K. Unni


  

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May Day

 


FIGHT FOR RIGHTS


 


May Day Wishes


To whole workers of the World


 


T. K. Unni

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PROBLEM

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The whole problem with the World is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.


Bertrand Russell


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T. K. Unni


29-04-09

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Shadow

Shadow



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The sanctity of the shadow of true love of beloved ones may ease the stress and struggles through out the way of estranged life of human and other species of life!



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T. K. Unni



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BALLOON

Balloon

 

The new statistics report released by concerned authorities (Government/Reserve Bank/Economic Department) regarding the inflation rate in our country is a Holi / Jolly /Hoi-Hoi celebration to satisfy the elite groups of our country.

 

They are striving to dreams for a deflation!

They are the rulers!!

They are every thing in this country!!!

Every thing for them only!!!!

 

What is the ground reality of the situation of public life in our country?

(This is not our responsibility at all..!!!)

 

What are the criteria of calculating the inflation/deflation rates??

(Don't ask such questions you illiterates???)

 

Look at the ground before you make another step, otherwise you will be counting stars on the sky''!

(So what?  We will jump to the sky and continue our celebration of counting stars on the sky'!!!!)

 

Deflated balloons''..!

Our child folks always trying to inflate the balloon by breath with their mouth..!

Even that is also going to be a traumatic end? Because from now on, the balloon will not inflate but deflate by the normal exercise of our child folks'.!  What we do now?????

 

(You poor country fellows, don't try to hold this balloon, this is ours only'!! We know how to inflate and deflate whenever we needs'!!)

 

The Balloon inflation!

The Balloon deflation!

Where we/public are now?

This is another celebration!

They are celebrating!!

 

 

T. K. Unni

24-03-2009

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HOLY

To All My iLand Friends,


 


Wishing You All, Very Happy and Colourful Holy Festival


 


With Best Regards


 


T. K. Unni

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LOST PARADISE..!

Lost Paradise..!



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In my childhood we were having a small garden in our court yard.' It was small but beautifully arranged with flowering plants.' It was totally different from the present style and type of plants and flowers. (It was in 1960's)'



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Chembaka flower tree with blossomed flowers filled its fragrance all over the garden and the chembaka tree stood as a centre figure in our courtyard.   More than fifteen different types of chembarathi (hibiscus) plants with its full bloom of flowers in various colours and styles, stands as supporting pillars of the centre figure.


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Real rose plants, various types and colours with its pure heavenly fragrance flowers blossomed in all seasons, stood most of the areas of our garden.


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Beautiful flowers and plants like bougainvilleas in different types and colours, 3 different types of fragrantic nanthyaarvattam (gardenia), thulasi (mint), krishnathulasi, karpoorathulasi, mulla (jasmine), pichi (lavender), chethipoo (ixora), jamanthi, chendumalli, sooryakaanthi (sunflower), kaasithumba, kozhivalan (cockscomb), koalambipoo (trumpet flower), koorkkachedi, cheerachedi etc. were some of the members of our garden.' Most part of the garden ground was blanketed with different coloured and types of pathumanipoo and naalumanipoo and the linings were made with cheerachedies and koorkkachedies.


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Our house was very old (Kerala) style, L-type block built with hard clay (not clay bricks) and painted with everlasting colour with red-stone powder and the roof covered with coconut palm leaves.


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When we enter in to the court yard through the gate, the garden were in the right side, and in the left side we were planted many different types of coloured garden leaf plants in two lines.' This was protected by a fence made with the stems of mylanchi (henna) and chembarathi (hibiscus).


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The walking way in front of my house (now it is a PWD road) was the only way to reach the main road, which was more than one kilometre away, at that time. There fore most of our villagers in that area were frequently using this walking way in day and night.'


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We had a neighbouring house across the walking way and both of the houses were face to face.' In summer season, breeze or wind comes from western side to east and sometimes towards southeast.' Even in the rainy season, the situation was the same.' This wind or breeze were spreading the heavenly fragrance of our garden flowers (from real roses, jasmine, lilies, tulsi etc) to our neighbouring areas and spraying fragrance to people those who were passing through the walking way.' We can have this great feel of fragrance at least 100 meters away from my house, and many of the passers by may stop their walking when they reach the shadow of our small garden for taking heavy breaths many times to grasp or gulp the fragrance and I heard many of them were saying that when they reached their houses, their family members were asking them from where they got this spray or fragrance. That was the proud moments for us children at that time.


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Watering the garden was an important daily routine for us.' Every morning we have watering the garden before we go to schools. We have a pond, always with full of water and it was far behind of our home.' We were using clay pots to bring the water from pond to watering our garden. I used to carry two pots of water at a time with a volume of 10 to 12 litres each and my young sisters and brother also were doing together.' An average 50 to 60 pots of water were pouring in the garden every day.


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After school time at 4-o'clock when we reached at our home, the next thing we have to do, to take our food as quick as possible and assemble at our permanent seats in our garden to play our own games.' That will continue until the prayer time at evening.' While we were playing in our garden at evening, there were many companions with us like, birds, sparrows, butterflies, squirrels, hens, crows and sometimes green snakes also.' They all were our playmates.' Sometimes hens and chic crews together as battalions spoiled our play areas inside the garden.' At that time, there were no doors at the gate or even no compound walls, but most of the areas were covered by fences built with branches bamboo leaves and some with bamboo leaves and coconut palm leaves. 'There were some little naughty thieves in our area, exercised their talents to take away blossomed flowers as well as plants with pots or uprooted the plants from the ground and we felt very painful at that occasions.' In many occasions we could identify them, but our parents were telling us not to do any quarrel with them regarding this matter and this may be their childish acts'..and forget it.


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In the beginning of 1980s as a part of quick development all over the state, our village also became under the pressure of quick development boom, and many changes had happened in the village.' The walking way in front of our house, widened both sides and became PWD road commuted with bus service.' Electricity and Telephone services together came with a fast ravishing style in to our village and most of the house holds got the opportunity to subscribe them.' Gulf financial support was the main resource to enable the public to achieve this quick development boom in our area.


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This situation made our villagers more pleasant, happy and energetic in each and every event to transform them to celebrative festivals.'


But, the blue sky and atmosphere began darkening day by day'.!


The light of the days and the brightness of the darkness began decaying or diminishing day by day'!


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On that day, when our walking way became a PWD road, we have lost our Paradise ''.. Our garden was our paradise!


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Today we got a new two storied modern house with an area of more than 2600 sq. ft. and there is a big beautiful garden with landscape in front of it.' More than 50 different types of trees and plants were felled and removed from the site to construct this beautiful landscape garden.' Mango trees, jack trees, cashew trees, drumstick trees, papaya trees and some of the aged coconut palm trees and areca nut trees were also slaughtered in this fest.'''


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Now, what is in it in this beautiful garden?' The landscape ground is carpeted with green coloured grass which the cows are never ever try to bite them because they knows actually what it is.' There are many decorated ornamental leaf plants in the garden which even the goats are never try to bite them and they realize what is it, which is reversing an ancient proverb about goats that no leaf plants left in the world the goats could not bite! 'There are many pots with flower plants decorated in different areas of the garden, and I could not find even a single butterfly in this garden, and I believe, even the flies and insects are reluctant to sit on these flowers and plant leaves because they knows very well that they are poisonous and dangerous to them.' And there are many wild plants with jungle look with sharp edged hurting leaves and thorns got special placements all over the garden.'' More over a most modern sprinkler system is used to watering the garden and landscape.


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Now everybody knows about the modern gardens and modern gardening which is decorated with wild trees, plants and flowers.' Present architects are having tricky plans to please their clients even in the name of some vastu or nastu, insisting that modern gardens prime duty is to give an uplift of the front view beauty of the building. 'Therefore no shadows in the court yard, no cool wind or breeze and no fragrance at all in any where in the garden or its surrounds and instead we felt too hot and too humid every where and poisonous odour are spreading out to the neighbouring areas due to the insecticides used to protect these wild plants and flowers.'


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Therefore this part of sky and atmosphere became wild and lifeless without oxygen and transformed it to a platform of empty space.' There were western mild winds and breezes flowing towards southeast through our fragrantic garden in the sixties and seventies are became a memory now.'


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Recently when I was in our new landscape garden, I felt that a group of fairy breezes are approaching me, and I was waiting them to welcome with great honour but my waiting was going long and long and at last I could understand that they left my area without having a hi or a sigh to me. 'Trees and plants in my neighbour's court yard were laughing at me by shaking their leaves and flowers and they were dancing with the fairy breezes.'' I am became ashamed myself of this new modern landscape garden!' (Presently this new modern garden is not mine; they are for our younger generations!)


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Our lost paradise, Can we re-incarnate like that once again'?



It is not easy as impossible..!


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In memory of my village''..


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T. K. Unni


05-03-09



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