Kerala Confusius 1.5

"Let Raja act as the real raja to his praja by distributing his wealth, but not his liability." Kerala Confusius 1.5

Kerala Confusius 1.4

Anais Nin "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage", so doesyour bones!! Kerala Confusius 1.4

Kerala Confusius 1.3

Ajmal Kasab says that he was not present in CST when the 26/11 attacks happended. Thank god he did not say i was not present in Mumbai !! Kerala Confusius 1.3

Kerala Confusius 1.2

PM Manmohan Singhji "I know only 2 G's, Soniaji and Rahulji".. Singhji I know about one more ji..Quattorji !!! Kerala Confucious 1.2

Kerala Confusius 1.1

"Teachers open the syllabus, few students close the syllabus while majority students vomit the syllabus": Kerala Confusius 1.1

Launching Kerala Confusius Series

Launching Kerala Confusius!!!!

Kerala Confusius is an expresser who creates confusion or havoc through its interpretations of existing thoughts and propositions. He challenges the prevailing notions of the society and tickles the ego of persons. He critically analyses, opposes and disposes various thoughts and events surrounding him. Kerala confusius is a distant yet close cousin of the madman.... He is prone to instigation and insinuation!!! He finds the humour in serious issues, only to give a serious thought on the issue.

Disclaimer: Kerala Confusius is a not the property of anyone, nor will be the property of anyone, but shall not be the made a property.... Worthy souls who are under attack, shall be given an option to attack back!!

Interpretations of the future- Film 'Children of Men'

Its been a long time since I have poked the madness in me to write. I chose a film which has a different plot, which caught my taste- The Children of Men released in 2006. The film envisages the extinction of humans as a result of a disease called 'infertility'. The film takes a curious turn on the birth of a child to Kea, one of the characters in the film.

The single shot scenes of the ambush in forest which led to the death of a lead character and the birth scene is worth watching. The concept of Human Project (To save the existing humans and scientifically studying on breaking the disease) though could have been elaborated, it provides for a glimpse of a world which would react to such an event. Life and hope is an important aspect of the film.

I am not going to delve into the much debated and widely discussed aspects of life. It will serve only as a repetition of the existing dialogues. However, I would like to imagine such a predicament which has been visualized and picturized in this film. If we press the Backward button of human existence, we will be admired on how life and the process of humanization progressed over the decades. At the same time if we conceptualize the process of extinction we will have more reasons to lose sleep and pee on the bed (Notable exceptions would be those who live for the day and not bother about the future and also those who believe in the theme of 2012 movie).

Strangely, we have more reasons to fear, since we have been gifted with the ability to think and even conceptualize what will happen 100 years from now with a greater mathematical certainty. Indeed Pachauri of IPCC have been proven wrong for the sake of getting moolah in the great climate change debate. However, I am not sure what people would decipher from Nostradumus who has been known to complicate things like me, leaving some one to interpret in some manner. If you have read the prophecies in relation to World Trade Centre, you should praise the interpreter than the interpreted!!

We have delved backed enough to trace the extinction of dinosaurs who have been swept away by a natural revolution. I interpret the source of human extinction to the human revolution, something which we realize from the film. Let me think about who devoured Tyrannosaurusrex rather than who would kill me, at this point of time!!! I repeat " Whatever happens, happens with a purpose and will repeat again for a purpose". So do take some time to watch about the movie and get some time to think about the future. But I advise you to forget it after some time!!!

City of Joy and City of Sorrow !!

Having witnessed the old capital for the third time, one should understand the cultural ethos of the city. However, for me it was more of a shock everytime I travel here. Initially, I dedicated my purse to the Gurudev express which carried a bunch of shrieking sportsmen from Kolkota to Kochi. Happy having losing ground in football did not prevent a 'spirited' performance in relay and volley. We realized that 'All is not well' everytime. An italian pasta had ruined my journey back but saved enough money.

Indeed I admire Mother Teresa, Rabindranath Tagore, Raja Ram Mohun Roy and all other great products of Bangla, but still I did not revere the concept of City of Joy. Maybe it’s true that every coin has two sides and all Jokers know it!!! This time I had to fight with the driver and his assistant for 'charging' towards me. Google dada had provided enough advice that Airport is 20 kms from the City and you dont need to spend more than Rs 250. Language is not a problem to convey your feelings and emotions, all theatrics accept that.

Anyways, I managed to get an accommodation in one of the main Centres of the city. It was called the ‘Oven Room’, as the temperature was adjusted to fry any human alive. I had performed the big escape next day morning to reach the University of Calcutta only to inform that the gates opened at 10:00 am. I realized that I didn’t have my cup of joy, a tea and something to eat. I walked into a side eatery to have an unknown dish which served as a good appetizer. Nothing can feed a hungry tiger than a pound of flesh!!

Scheduling is a nomenclature invented by the westerners (thats my thought). If the show is at 6:02, then it will start at 6:02 with whatever seconds added to it. If you are asked to report at 10:17:00 am, then if you arrive at 10:17:30, you are chucked out. Time flies by, so do the planes. I experienced how to miss a flight and what you should do and should have done for avoiding it. I read their advice book, only after boarding the flight :) Time is money, and I had to bear the cost of delay. I begged the captain, Please sir. give me a chance to be a part of the flight team!! Please. His words resonated through the walky, repeated by the blue lady. I had to pay for it!! No excuse....

Its hard when you lose your identity especially when you are on air. As per tantric and karmic scriptures, when you die, you lose an identity only to regain another in the cycle of life and death. If you sinned, you get fed as a dog, if not you get fed as a human. Anyways I didnt feel any divinity after losing my license. I had made a full scan of myself and thought of asking to get a security check on the airport to trace my identity. I was searching for my lost identity. Somebody please help to identify me!!

Rhino vs Elephant

Is a malayali who knows assamese songs different from a malayali who knows assamese?

I wondered and pondered over the similarity which the rhino has with the elephant. Both are anyways animals, right!! But I am pointing to the similarity of gods own country and a country where even the gods fear to go (Courtesy: ULFA, Maoist). Nature has gifted these two distant lands with bountiful rainfall and greenery. However, they do not realize its value and is in a deep slumber.

Thankfully I managed to get a accommodation at a decent price in an indecent place. Just wanting to refresh after the journey, I was disturbed by the incessant knocks for food, laundry, mosquito coils and the beverage boy!! Came the knock and I expected the coiler to give me the killer; only to be greeted by a police. It was a routine check to see whether I had uninvited guest inside the room. No thanks my research is on campuses and not jails. I gave my Project Associate Card, to be greeted again’ Have a nice stay’. It’s just a matter of which stay he was mentioning. Maybe Amir Khan might have an effect on him. Athithi devo bhava. Please leave me!!!

After that I preferred to stay outside for most of the time. My basic instinct carried to the Kerala Bhavan nearby the railway station. It offered Onam special Sadya, nice to see that Keralites do not forget their home nor their food!! I resorted to the idlis and chutney to quench my Kerala instincts. It had all the malayalis of the assamese nadu sitting and biting over the porottas.

It is a common knowledge that you expect to hit over a ‘thattu’ malayali or a ‘kottu’ malayali in every place. But this malayali is different. He is a law malayali who has become an assamese by a college ritual called Ragging. He had to mug up the whole Assamese text and get enough bad words been fed in his mouth over the initial three years. He has become a litterateur, who can act as an Assam Correspondent for the channels since he knows Assam better than the Assamese. He is a swayam sevak and is in the initial stages of starting ABVP branch in Guwahati University. He already got two sevakites. But All Assam Students Union AASU has an oligarchy whose fortress got cracked last year by NSUI by money and glamour.

I quickly remembered my Jagi Jo, and atlast I got it. Thanks for his assamese friend. What Bhupen might not have thought is the manner in which a person can localize his songs. Thank god he didn’t hear me sing…

Nawabi lucknow

Lucknow is a hustling and bustling city. The age old buildings which has been refurbished has stories of the hight and plight of nawabs. The people still live in an era where the rulers rules, chariots passed through, people pulled rikshaws and used the public loo system.. Its nice to see the Bharat within India (as many economists and historians debate and discuss).... the glory of the nawabs and the plunder of the britishers (or the politicians!!)

The lucknowites are not bothered whether they are existing in Bharat or in India. Their routine runs through the commodity exchange system to other states especially the capital state, Delhi. Maybe we can term it as a life and blood city, or the feeding bottle for the Centre politics. Mayawati has done good enough to come with political postures which has raised the eyebrows of the MCP's. She is the power of the downtrodden and is devoting more time on highlighting it than fighting it. We need to admire her political history but not her administration of the state. Its a belief that a coalition government will have our first Dalit women creating a history of sorts by adoring the PM post. I wonder what would be the state of affairs. History does not support coalition for many months. Even my favourite Vajpaye had many unlucky 13's in that.

Lucknow draws the maximum attention for its huge voting base and been the centre of politics. All scams and crisis have its roots elsewhere but its impact is felt in UP. The kebabs will not be tasty during that time. Many a tiwari and Shekhavat had a bite of it.

I admire the people, who inspite of the adverserial atmosphere existing are able to adore national heights. Its true adversity creates opportunity. I often think that Kerala has all things to be proud of good literacy levels, low infant mortality, good birth and death ratio etc etc and nature;s bounties. They do not feel what adversity other than the self inflicted damage caused by the spirits. Keralites recluse from aiming high. Am I fearing my motherhood!!

The stinky smell have taken its toll. My stomach no longer permits to me to entertain food. I couldnt taste the famous kebabs. Fine, I will parcel it. Anyway everything can be couriered in this modern era!!

Playing politics!!

Is politics a 'Game men's play', obviously no when it comes to the Delhi University elections which has off late fielded colour claded girls. Indeed it tests the glamour quotient of the candidates and the sexual orientation quotient of the student voters!! These girls are not shy to answer any questions which is considered to be a scathing remarking by Women's Commission inviting the Penal book into action. However, taking regard to the wedlock situation with political parties and Constitutional posts they aspire, they behave like house wives.

Thanks to Anoop Awasthi an RTI Activist who had sought information on DU Elections which led to the annuling of the nominations of candidature- ship of Her lady's. I viewed the videos which had good evidence that the ladies were not fighting for their bitter gourds and cabbage. Spiraling prices is an issue affecting women, since they have to feed the entire family within the home budget. I was counting the number of tomatoes and onions a family could have bought from the number of posters adoring the streets and roads. If we meant women reservation by this, its better to dissolve the Parliament sessions. Lets have home parliaments which will have more debates and decisions taking place. True, most of the Home Bills are passed by the Head in fear of a walkout or rather a 'walkin'. Still, they are truly democratic with equality given a different dimension.

Sonia Sapra had modelled in the election ramp, Nupur liked cars; whether the real Hindutadvadis agreed to that or not, is not the question here. Talking to Anupriya Tyagi. Joint Secretary of DUSU, who ecstatic of DU Women student rights to walk 'freely' and 'fairly'. I didnt understand what she meant by that. The talking point was women reservation and I am reminded about the assigning of reserved constituencies in Kerala. A channel showed a face, who lost over feminist intervention losing his precious chair. Interestingly, not even a single feminist was there to see that incident. They might be cooking food for their husbands!! Poor fellows.

Politics is a game womens play. The only thing is whether the opponent is men or fellow women is the issue. Seeing the serial tragedies, no doubt women play the games well. But do they know the rules!! You ask Lalu or the person who commented on Women's reservation 'Inviting women will only invite trouble'. The political dimension of the country has an interesting picture with Iron ladies and 'Swaraj'ites ruling the rein. Even America can hide in shame. Whether they have the prathibha is a different question. Women reservation means giving a place for women to sit, whether they know to sit or stand is not the question. This is how Indian democracy is going to work from now onwards !!!

nayyi dilli or nahi dili

New Delhi has a charisma of its own. The power centre always draws the hungry to travel across the length and breadth of the small state. The Britishers intended to keep it as a monument, only to be criss crossed by the Indians developing it to a funding bank.

I always thought why Kerala leaders said ' will go and discuss with the Centre'. Indeed travelling to Delhi itself is quite hectic, keeping in mind the hardships of Duronto rians. But this centre fetched a different purpose. While it give enough food for thoughts, it provided a safe stay for the greedy. For keralites who like hunger strike, they need to rethink why Lalu, pappu's are fat!!! They have enough fodder for creating a scam.

This is the new old Delhi, wherein people clad in white roam around the corridors of the Parliament. The Delhities are too busy even to mind a traveller, other than ofcourse the rickshaw walahs. I never liked capitals. They feel that the globe revolves around their place. Reminds me of copernicus earning the wrath for telling that earth is ball. You can spin it or throw it or even hit the stumps. It all depends on who throws. One of the reasons why we have many world leaders. Everyone wants to throw at others, only to bounce back at him.

Delhi is getting ready for the Commonwealth and Amir's campaign is running high. But I never ever came across any Amir fans here. Thankfully, I have few communists to give their manifesto remnindful of how they struggled against capitalism. The real communists are accusing the reel communists. Somanath has many stories to tell you on that. Delhi has suffocated me enough. I fell the same when I travel to Trivandrum. Is all capital states like this. Thank god we dont more capitals!! The seat of power is hot, and delhi is hot for a common man to rest.

Hope I get over this delhi dilemma. We can't live without it. It gets you addicted.

This time for Delhi !!

Tsaminamina hehe waka waka !!! Is there any title song for our the Commonwealth games? I wonder. AR Rahman would have been the shakira!!. Or is it the fellow with the cap who has created the record for singing with his nose all throughout his career. Or is it the hostile resident fellow (Model for Be the slim) who is having issues with his third wife. Whatsoever, we can see people shaking all the way, even if Indians only order gold from shops.

Mrs CM known for her adroitness in handling the power centric city is learning the 'game men's play'. Her Captain is steering the ship to deserted lands where no 'villages' exist. The Empire would not have contemplated running behind their colonies, that too for getting some one to play!!! I heard that an Indian has bought over the 'colonial and imperialistic' East India Company. Nice revenge. So when are we buying London. Hey I need Manchester, ManUnited is definitely going down inspite of their age old Lord Ferguson. He sold my Beckham..I would have bended him like that!!

Why am I drifting away from the topic, boss!! The thing is when I am travelling I dont want the commonwealth to disturb my sleep. I just want to doze off. Thats it. So no Vuvuzela or waka wakas Plss...........

Its time to depart, Aurangazeb!!

Aurangabad indeed have an aura of its own. Traveling across the city, you can feel a cultural impulse once reminiscent by Aurangazeb. His ruling had made it to a flourishing city, inspite of his wrong deeds.

The trip to Ellora was quite unplanned and unprepared. I got misguided by the Policewala who said that it took 2 hours reach the caves. I asked the travels wherein I booked my departing ticket to Mumbai. He mentioned a 1 1/2 drive. It was already 3, so I placed my hand towards Ashok who was repulsive in charging Rs 350. I had to oblige, and with relief, took a nap within t rickshaw. At 3:35 I reached the magnificent caves as a lonely traveler. My laptop friend was kind enough to add to my burden. With it I traversed the way and climbed the steps to see the postures of Bodhisattavas. It reminded me of the Rangtok monastery in Sikkim.

I began looking for an underground passage, so as to escape from the madding crowd. However, it reached nowhere. Anyways I often disturbed a fellow traveller to take my photos posing over the picturesque inscriptions and deities carved from stone with dexterity. I was the 'laughing buddha'

I wondered whether I am going to be flooded by Buddhas all around. To my wonder I entered the footsteps of Shiva. Magnificient, mindblowing, exalting. The Tourism inscriptions warned not to scoff at the various headless elephants and legless deities. It had a story to say. Abode of Shiva was chiseled to perfection, with many persons going for 'atma samarpan'.

I travelled back to 160 AD when t ruler was at its zenith and the temple drew large crowds. The massive elephants welcomed us, with the inscriptions telling the story of shiva and parvathy. Hey did I see obscenity there. Oh, indeed as my political science professor used to reiterate in his classes the 'voluptuousness' was there!!! I feel ashamed of the so called hindu modernists who scoff the very idea of drawing or painting. If they had went to khajuraho, they would have blinded their eyes with shame. Kama is a part of the hindu system, as long as man and women are there. Thankfully we have not witnessed 'soma' yagam or devadasis singing to the tunes of men.

The overview from above was most cherishing of all. I could see the beautifulness of the massive structure after exerting and extending myself to climb a sloppy path. It was a revealing experience, and treat to the eyes. Though I couldn't share my excitement. Let it be like that. Even telling without sharing is a hobby of many. People who talk to animals, plants, to walls and and to themselves are exactly doing the same. Enjoying happiness within.

Departure: Mohan Travels (A/C Sleeper). I was restless for having spent Rs 830 on a 7 hour travel. Anyways I got two Poland friends who spoke polishly and invited me for a drink. I humbly said no, only to get a 'polished response' from them. (I could make out that universal language!!)... anyways, departure at 10 and arrival at 5 in Mumbai. Mumbai meri jaan.........

Mayhem in Madtown

Atlast I am happy. I saw madmen creating mad trouble.

Location: Deogiri College, Osmanpura,Aurangabad.

Purpose: Study

Expectations: To get an understanding of the student politics

Outcome: Beating around the bush. Marathi Leader asking to close the shop, students buzzing around.

Reason: Discrimination of the Marathis (Courtesy: Maharasthra Navanirman Sena)

Magic moments: I escaping the angry marathiwalas while i seeking information from a respondent !!

Entry of Police

Situation is calm

I left

Next location: Government Engineering College

Outcome: Talked to few students. Met the principal, Met the HOD. Got things done.

I slept watching a marathi movie !!

Nandigram Express

Nandigram, one of the often quoted news piece over the year. Indeed what has happened has happened and is going to happen again, whenever the sarkar happens to sing to the tunes of the corporates. I dont see any difference when the corporate rules or the govt rules. Both are hand in glove with their acts.

So the point is, what I am telling has nothing to do with Nandigram nor corporates nor any sarkari. I couldnt find out the connection for the train which travels from Mumbai CST to Nagpur been termed as the Nandigram Express!!! Maybe the persons who evacuated would have jumped into this and flew off!! my god I am not going to waste my time thinking over it. I have other things to think and waste time!!

Anyways the travel was fine, i managed my hindi to get into a marathi lodge @Rs 350 just walking distance from the aurangabad station. I couldnt negotiate much, as I was falling dead sleep at the dead of the night. Lets see what will happen tmrw!!!

Aurangabad jaana he bhai saab !!

Time to move to Aurangabad for the first time. The famous Ajanta and Ellora caves are on the way. I dont have any peculiar idea of that place, other than the thought that its another city unexplored by the madman. Auranagabd is supposed to have an aura of its own.

My train is from Mumbai CST at 4:30. I will be going to GLC, Mumbai long after the Moot Court Competition wherein we performed so well as to hit the Fashion street after the first round. I didnt even bother to look at my Researcher test results only to be told by a Mauritius mooter that i missed first by half a mark. So indeed i have made a mark !!! great. i am proud of myself, though my co-mooters never accepted that fact!!

Anyways this has nothin to do with me travellin to Auragabad. I will have to find a place to rest in @ 12 pm!!!

Monday, July 12, Land of Dreams- Mumbai

' Student politics is clouded in Mumbai, but its definitely raining heavily in Kerala'

When I landed in Panvel from Hapa Express, i was back after nearly 2 years. The last time been while interning in Wadia Ghandy. I picturized myself walking through the famous corridors in VT. Waiting for others to meet in Fountain and to dash towards the Marina. The attacks might have left a scar, but which has now healed. Something the mumbaikars feel proud.

Everytime I admire the city for its freedom, for its diversity, for its opportunities; tension and fashion. Earlier I was a part of that community, now I am part of a community studying the vibrancy of the community. Did I forsee such a thing?

I learnt the nuances of politics through my friend Gopala, an Andhra fellow. He call himself the 'protector of the poor farmers', we call him the ' political kingpin'. say what u feel, tell what u want, promise everything, do nothing !!! That how my friend works, so does the politicians.

They are the interpreter, the interpolater and the manipulator of others destiny. I admire them for what they are. Life would have been boring without them.

I reached Mumbai for a different purpose. For a definite purpose. To understand the student political system der. If it ever had a political system, it only had MNS and Shiv Sena. I dont see KSU, SFI, ABVP (Kerala) here. How much they hit headlines there. Mumbai and Maharashtra is yet to grow or did they outgrow. I heard that after a students death in 1989, the state banned political parties in campuses sounding the death knell of student politics in Maharashtra. The present generation neither know nor have heard or felt the real politik.

I am liking Kerala. When I saw a new man been detached from his wielding part, i was bemused. Did I see him in some corner of the college, when I went for taking class on RTI. However I saw the supposedly 'unsecular' question paper from a forwarded mail. If it is true, he is mad. If its not true, others are mad. Whatever is the case, it is a mad world. I am a mad man of this mad world like any other man.

Campus Democracy is redefined in many ways. With majority of the colleges, mainly private completely banning political activities within campuses. The understanding of campus democracy by the students, faculties, the management and the policy makers have changed.

Interviewing one the main educational barons in India- Dr DY Patil, a politician renowned for the DY Patil Stadium, Mumbai where the IPL matched took place.I realize how education is one of the biggest business and power weapon. However, their political power have come hard on the students life confining them to the academic circles of the campus. Student Politics have had a different begining in India as a struggle for independence. However over the years after Independence, student politics were controlled and determined by the political parties when they came into the centre stage. 

 With the scneario been messed up by political interference, the need to delink education from politics was emergent. This lead to the Supreme Court intervening laying the foundation for Lyngdoh Committee for detailing guidelines for elections in campus and banning politics inside the campus.  With the recommendations coming into place, many states and various universities have in effect banned campus politics even stopped elections. Though it lead to a huge hue and cry by various political parties, the repercussions didnt effect the larger need of an educational system devoid of politics. From 2006 till now, the recommendations have received lukewarm responses. Many of the colleges still are unaware of the guidelines, which has a debilitating effect on the students. While the larger objective of protecting students from politics have been successful, the students are losing the race against the management.Capitation fees, admission, attendance, examination and results are opportunities which colleges take in against the students. The students are toothless to protect their rights including demanding of basic minimum amenities.  The need to balance the rights of the students and the duties of the management is extremely important in a scenario wherein private colleges are mushrooming across the country. 

On Roaming

A roamer is a person who travels to a place unaware to him nor to others. He neither knows the purpose nor the outcome of his roaming. He pays for others (incoming charges) and speaks less (outgoing charges). He is unsettled while the he doesnt realize the need to settle. However he waits for a break. Only to resume his travel to reach an unknown destination.

What distinguish a roamer and a traveller :- the purpose of the journey or the purpose of life. We see sanyasis roaming around in different places begging food. Is he a traveller or a spiritual roamer, trying to find the unknown destination, God. I find animals roaming around eating whatever comes before, attending to the call of nature whenever and wherever they desire. Are we following these, supposedly ancestors when we are roaming?

My mind roams, from Kerala to Mumbai, to Delhi to Spain to Holland to the World Cup, to the eternal world and to the inner world. I am waiting to reach my destination. We either stop ourselves or are forced to stop. Since both the place and the purpose is unknown, I still roam !!!

Journey to the unknown destination

Let this blog start with the larger purpose of life. A journey to reach the unknown destination, to feel the unknown and get to know the unknown. I believe that men lives in a realistic world dominated by a philosophical underpinnings of life. Whatever we do and wherever we go has a larger purpose of 'fulfilling life'.

We all know that life throws upon endless opportunities for us to achieve the 'purpose'. These purposes differ for each individual, which however is linked together. Where a boy and girl meet, and they become man and woman, the purpose is intertwined. Where a mother gives birth to a child, the purpose is more forceful.

Through this blog I am achieving what I am. It is only for the purpose of refining my greater purpose.