Writings…

ഒരു ദിവസം തുടങ്ങുന്നത്…

ഒരു ദിവസം തുടങ്ങുന്നത്
ഫോണിന്റെ നിർത്താതെയുള്ള
ചിലമ്പൽ കേട്ടുകൊണ്ടാണ്
ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ മീതെ പുതച്ച
തണുപ്പിന്റെ കരിമ്പടം
മെല്ലെ വലിച്ചു നീക്കി
സ്നൂസ്‌ ബട്ടണിൽ വിരലമർത്തി…
ആദ്യവെളിച്ചപ്പൊട്ടുകൾ ഉണരും മുൻപേ…
തലേന്നത്തെ സുരപാനത്തിന്റെ
അധിക മേദസ്സ് വിയർപ്പിലൊഴുക്കി
കിതച്ചു കിതച്ചു ഓടുന്ന പ്രഭാതം,
ശീതീകരണിയിൽ നിന്നുമുള്ള
മൂളിപ്പാട്ട് കേട്ട്,
തുകൽ കസേരകളിൽ തിരിഞ്ഞ്
ചുണ്ടുകളിൽ എരിഞ്ഞുതീരുന്നു
ലോകം,
കീബോർഡിനും മൗസിനും ഇടയ്ക്ക്
ചെറിയ ചതുരക്കള്ളിയിൽ
ഒരൽപം പ്രണയം കുടുങ്ങിക്കിടന്നു
കീബോർഡിൽ ദ്രുതതാളത്തിൽ
ആസക്തിയുടെ താണ്ഡവം…
അവസാനം ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ തുടക്കത്തിൽ
അബോധത്തിലേക്കും…
പിന്നെ പതിയെ പതിയെ ഇരുട്ടിനുള്ളിലേക്കും…
വീണ്ടും വെളിച്ചത്തിന് മുൻപേ എത്തുന്ന
മണിനാദത്തിനായി…
ഇങ്ങനെയൊക്കെ തീരാൻ വേണ്ടിത്തന്നെയായിരിക്കും
ഓരോ ദിവസവും തുടങ്ങുന്നത്…

Thank God!

The god was bored
He created rains
And flooded the lands
People suffered…

The men used the resources they had
Used the technology
To locate the suffering people
Used the boats to save them
Used helicopters
When boats couldn’t reach
Shared the food they had

And
When the water receded,
The people who were saved
Assembled in the prayer halls
Which were cleaned by the men
And Thanked the Gods
For saving their life…

Psychedelic Dreams…

It was the day, and it was the night
I was awake and asleep.
I knew I was on the balcony
Gazing at the blue valley

But
I was also walking down the hills
It was not the snow that covered the hills
But the blue smoke from my pot
The sapiosexual in me was aroused
By the intellect of the universe
And I realised how stupid I am

My mind was absorbed into a pensive
Filled with fluid smoke
Blowing wind made ripples
On the surface of the deep lake
I gulped down the lake from a wine glass
It burned down through my throat
I was wide awake,

My senses sharpest and tingling
I knew every move of air,
And every ripple of love
I knew when the stars twinkle
And when will the supernova explode

Yes, I was god
And I was dreaming
A psychedelic dream…

Riding, Driving or backpacking…

To be frank, this is an elongated answer to a prospective friend on why I don’t ride a bike.

The question came like this…

The friend is a biker and I told her “And I don’t know how to ride a bike”. The reply was “You must be a car person”. For which I couldn’t find a reply short enough to ensure that the listener or reader is not bored. Hence I thought I should write it here where people have a choice to read or not to read. If someone wants to choose boredom, they should have the right to do so…

So coming back to riding, I do ride a Honda Activa scooter in Delhi and another Honda Activa when in Kerala, and just like Kanjiram, you can make a statue of me sitting on the Honda Activa when you decide to build a temple for me…

But, I don’t ride a real bike with gear and all and the story starts in upper primary school.

Once, when I was in 7th class, my uncle met with an accident. He was an avid biker, and those days had various models of Hero Honda bikes in the market. He was also one of the founder members of Vypeen Island Twowheelers Association(VITA). So, he met with an accident, and fortunately, nothing was serious, but he got several layers of skin peeled off from his arms which refused to heal for about a month or so. The accident happened because of a pothole in the darkest corner of the road where street lights were not working when he was returning after a late night movie. The uncle in question is the youngest brother of my mother and was also a favourite brother to her.

Now, what do this accident has to do with my riding? The uncle told my parents ‘teach the kids to drive, not to ride’ and according to him riding was too risky even if we are careful. I think he said it in a moment of emotion because he himself bought another bike later and continued biking for a longer time. But this statement had a bearing on my parents mind for a longer period than needed.

I learned to drive when I was 13 years old. I was studying in 8th class, and Nazar known as Nani, an experienced driver of a senior lawyer who also assists my father with his driving skills sometimes, decide to teach me to drive in our old second hand Ambassador car after school hours. Later, after I was 18, I joined a local driving school to ensure that I can drive in ‘H’ shape to get a license for driving Light Motor Vehicle.

We had an old Hero Honda RS 100 also at that time. Nani was of the opinion that people should learn to ride two wheelers also, and even three wheelers (Auto Rikshaws used as local taxis). He wanted to teach me riding once when I was comfortable with driving. It must be when I was in 9th class or 8th class. We started the lessons and riding was difficult compared to driving because I was not big enough support the weight of the bike at that age(I was a small kid, one of the smallest kid in my class room). And then the worst happened!

One fine morning when we woke up and was getting ready to go to school, the bike was not in the garage. It was stolen. My bike lessons stopped there and I never learned to ride afterwards.

During my college days, I could have learned to ride, but I never did, for unknown reasons. But once while I went to an uncle’s house in Kaloor and had to visit another uncle nearby, the uncle insisted me to take his Kinetic Honda for the commute. When I told him I don’t ride, he told me it is as easy as bicycling and insisted me to ride. That was perhaps my first riding experience or experiment which I found to be easy.

Thereafter I got a licence for driving two-wheeler added to my existing licence to drive LMV. The test for riding two-wheeler was done with an M80 scooter with gear, used by a driving school in the area, and they have adjustments to ensure that the vehicle responds perfectly irrespective of the gear in which we have put it. So, I got a licence to ride a two-wheeler with gear.

In between, I had got a Honda Activa and I enjoyed riding it to the core. I used to travel to my college which was one and a half hours away from my home, on this scooter. I used to take the scooter even I. The late-night far away rides and I never hesitated to ride.

Then I got a red coloured Maruti 800. I started alternating between riding and driving. I enjoyed both and it continued for a few years.

Me, on my friend’s bullet, a posed click.

In between, I met with a few minor accidents but nothing was relevant. But there was an accident that I actually remember. I was so overconfident about my driving skills and in an attempt to overtake a truck, my car came face to face with a bus on a curve. There was nothing to do!

The bus driver had better presence of mind and he steered away from me and hit an electric post and stopped just before falling to a well. Thereafter I mellowed down and became a careful driver.

Then I shifted to Delhi, I had no cars and scooters here. So never used to drive or ride, and I forgot the pleasure altogether. In due course of time when I shifted my place of job, the buses were less between my house and office, though the distance was hardly 2 kilometres and I was forced to invest in a scooter again. Thus I started riding the scooter again.

In the meantime, the schedules got busier, and when I go home for vacations I had to travel a lot and I was forced to drive again and I started driving when in Kerala.

So, now I do drive occasionally, ride gearless vehicles regularly, has a licence for geared two-wheelers, but don’t ride them.

Finally, coming to my choice of travelling, I prefer to be a backpacker, using the public conveyance, with free hands to focus and shoot when I feel like. Even if I have to travel in a rented car or family car, if possible, I prefer to switch myself into the backpacker mode, with a camera in my hands…

Perhaps, I have become Lazy…

Monsoons!!!

Smoke that rose from the chimney
Attached to my lips
Darkened the Skies
And watered her eyes
Love Burned like a butt of the Cigarette,
Not crashed under the angry boots
Rivers under my skin
Overflowed, breaking the dams
I woke up from the sleep groggy eyed
Smelling like a dirty rag
With hammers drumming in my head
Letters floated like dead fish
On the waveless surface of my mind
And she was there
Wet from the downpour
Smelling like a vintage Champagne
And the lava hidden in me erupted
With all the fury and fire
And that’s when
I fell into the eternal bliss
That’s when I made Love!!!

From Delhi to Kathua

Two days back, a baby pigeon landed on my balcony, with injured wings. I tried to feed it and provide a shelter, but it didn’t come near me. I am a stranger for it. But I can see the parents of the pigeon through my window, always near to their baby, sometimes landing in my balcony to console the child. It makes me think about the parents of a girl in Kathua, who were searching for her everywhere for 8 days only to find the dead body of their daughter in a terribly abused state in the forest nearby.
People say that nothing has changed since Nirbhaya case of Delhi, but I have to disagree. A lot of things have changed since Nirbhaya Case and it is evident from the way the social and political organizations handled Kathua case.
When Nirbhaya Gangrape happened in Delhi and the society learned about the atrocities committed on her and the way the perpetrators behaved, there was a huge outcry. The people irrespective of their societal allegations condemned it and there were candle light marches everywhere in Delhi and protests at India Gate braving the water cannons of Delhi Police. A former justice of Supreme Court of India went to the protest site himself and joined hands with the protesters. There was no need for political heavy weights or even the surety that there will be sufficient people in the protests, to force people to come out and begin the protests. Everyone agreed the crime was a ghastly one and condemned the perpetrators alike.
I am not forgetting the single voices here and there, who were responding with ‘What was she doing at the odd hours in the bus station’, or ‘She was roaming around with the boyfriend and deserved this’ etc. But their numbers were very few and those few ‘nays’ was crowded out by the overwhelming ‘ayes’ from the society as a whole. Though the demands were, at times, too much unrealistic, the people of the country clearly showed the world and who ever cared to see that they have a soul and conscience.
This soul and conscience is what was lost in the past 5 years from our society when we see how the Kathua case is being handled by our society. A group of people came in support of the rapists and sloganeered for their release, the lawyers in the court tried to interrupt the proceedings of the court and the lawyer of the victim was threatened to withdraw from the case by her own fellow beings. Two ministers in the state from the party which is not only a part of state government, but also a part of the party which rules the centre lead the pro-rape faction of society. The people are still bargaining over the merits of raped against the rapists and vice versa. It took 3 days of intense media coverage for our Prime Minister to give a statement on the issue.
Yes, a lot has changed in the past 5 years and India of today is not the India which I loved so much and kept close to my heart always. The India I studied in school as a nation in making, where we were trying to integrate the nation, to build a common consciousness through our maxim of ‘Unity in Diversity’. That nation building has failed miserably if we have to know the cast and creed of criminals and victims before deciding which side has its merits.
I can see few people in the social media asking, ‘why only this case, why do not you protest against that rape case’. This case is one with very few parallels in the modern society with regard to the modus operandi of the crime as well as the savageness with which it was planned and committed. You cannot compare incomparable, you cannot generalise extremes. Mean, median and mode of extremities will never measure realistic tendencies. When issue at hand is extreme, trying to have a neutral middle stand is in itself the gravest sin. That’s why Dante’s said ‘The deepest part of hell is reserved for those who remain neutral at the time of moral crisis’.
Again I can see someone with a news article about the rape of a Hindu woman by 9 Muslims for 9 days. But I can’t see any Muslim organization that tried to interrupt the law or tried to even support the accused. Surely, It is a huge difference.
In case of Kathua Gang rape, if media is to be believed, the girl was kidnapped and drugged, kept in a village temple and gang raped repeatedly subsequently killed and disposed to terrorise the Bakarwal Muslims who migrate to this village every winter. It was part of a planned, chilling strategy to instill fear and drive the nomadic tribe out of the region by the Hindu Brahmins who normally live in the village. The signs of religious fanaticism and fundamentalism is evident from the charge sheet submitted in the court. I have seen people questioning the purpose of presenting the religion of victim and accused. When religion was the sole reason for atrocity, the religion has to be said. Ignoring the reality never makes better what had happened. When the crime was perpetrated based on identity the identity is a weapon and ignoring it is ignorance to the social realities.
But that doesn’t mean that all Hindus are rapists or all Muslims are victims. There are rapist Muslims, rapist Hindus , victim Hindus and victim Muslims as there is every sort of people in the society. However, while we cannot taint whole community for a few persons mistake, we shouldn’t forget that the communal identity was a factor in the crime and communal elements tried to use it to their advantage. The actual issue is that the ‘one nation-one religion’ theory put forward by Hindutva, including the terrible means to achieve it includes every barbarism of medieval era from lynching to rape. Unfortunately, this Hindutva takes form of much more lenient compassionate avatar when it is not strong enough and when it knows it may be condemned. This two faced Hindutva is a terrorising demon which every civilized human has to be afraid of.
The atrocities committed on the girl, the torture she suffered, is incomparable and all the systemic abrasions and deformations can’t be an excuse. The blatant violation of an 8 year old, with intentional malafide, to terrorise a community, to the extent of drugging her for a week and abusing her continuously, is beyond any type of human comprehension. Being a disproportionate crime, it requires a disproportionate response and please don’t compare it with the lack of response for other cases, because this case is much and much bigger in magnitude to other cases.
Tail End: I usually enjoy the arguments with people who have different ideological and political positions and viewpoints including in the social media. But I dont enjoy the debates and decided to unfriend anyone who comes up with argument in favour of the rapists, because those who support rapists are potential rapists and being close to them is risky. I prefer people who are normal and left with atleast a semblance of humanity in them.

The Rebel…

Yes, I am one of those Facebook revolutionaries… In olden days we were called armchair revolutionaries. We used to sit conveniently in our armchair, our eyes half closed, pretending to be in a pensive mood of an ascetic and give sermons on what everyone else should do. We know why everyone else is wrong and how to correct those errors.

In the new era of computers, Siri, Cortana and Sofia, we have left the good old armchair for our new revolving chair in front of a computer table and to ensure wider reach for our sermons we log into the Facebook.

I have access to every relevant piece of information and every knowledge stems from me. It is my benevolence that decided to grant you the favour of my advice to light your path…

I have nothing but pity for those lesser mortals who criticise me or are against me or cannot understand my views… They deserve to be jailed for their ignorance…

I am the true revolutionary and the only real leader of entire world. Listen to me enrich yourselves and be successful or else be perished…

Don’t expect me to be on the field… The sun’s rays, I am allergic to, the sand and clay and dirt I despise… Yet, I am the only one who is always right…

Jio Feature Phone – A first hand review

Much awaited, Much hyped Jio Phone has started to reach the customers. The phone was announced in august available at a refundable deposit of Rs 1500/- for 3 years. Booking was open at payment of Rs 500/- and rest of the cash was to be paid on delivery. Though it was announced that Jio-Phone will be a feature phone with basic functions and 4G-Volte technology, perhaps out of curiosity the subscriptions reached 6 million and Jio had to stop subscriptions.

Yesterday evening, I got the message that my Jio-phone has arrived and I can collect it from any nearby Jio store. I went to the shop and there was a small crowd obviously from the people who got the message. after patiently waiting and paying Rs 1153/- (Rs 1000 remaining amount for the phone and Rs 153 recharge for included sim) I got hands on the phone.

The sealed packet has a phone, a battery, a charger and the sim is already inserted into the sim slot of the mobile. Though the packet says it includes a Quick start guide and warranty card, they were absent in my package. The phone is named as Lyf F61F powered by Kai OS.

The video call quality was also good. But an important change noted here is that Jio is moving away from conventional 4G voice call to a chat app based voice call like that of Whatsapp and Skype. Perhaps they may be wising to replace whatsapp for their huge customer base due to unavailability of apps in the Kai environment.

The phone reacts clumsily after switch on. Very slow to respond and the screen looks very dim. It took about 40 minutes for the sim to get activated and I could use the phone.

Calling from Jio phone, Voice clarity is really good even with less signal strength compared to other phones on same carrier. Perhaps, because the phone is optimised for the carrier. Video calling was not available by default. The phone asked me to install Jio Chat for Video calls. But the installation always fails due to ‘manifest mismatch’. After searching online, the issue was referred as due to older OS version, used the update to Kai OS 2.0 and issue was solved.

Clumsiness of the handset also disappeared after the update and the colors of the screen also came alive. Still, the phone has a tendency to hang on the call log, if accessed by pressing call button in the traditional way. It doesn’t seem like a major issue though.

The phone unlocks and locks by long press of * key, but can be set up to use 4 digit pass-code also. It has one sim slot and a memory card slot.

It has a menu that looks like olden day java based phones, with a Jio store to install new apps. The phone includes FM Radio which has inbuilt antenna. So it doesn’t need ear phones to function as an antenna to tune in. There is also a note taking app to keep notes and retrieve it.

It has a pull down shortcut menu activated by pressing the up arrow key. The menu includes airplane mode, brightness, camera, wifi, etc.

Settings can also be accessed directly from this shortcut menu.

This menu also has a flashlight option which powers an LED torch placed at the upper side of the mobile. Long press of the up arrow key can also power the torch.

The biggest attraction in this phone is Jio TV. All channels including pay channels are available in Jio Tv for free (Provided that you have recharged your jio number) in HD quality. The TV takes some time to buffer initially when we select the channel. But afterwards it plays seamlessly without any issues. As the Jio Media Cable is not yet available, the performance of Jio TV when connected to a larger screen cannot be tested.

The phone also comes with access to Jio Music, Jio News, Jio Movies etc, as an added advantage.

The battery lasts for a day on average use of about 30 minutes to 40 minutes of call, 1 hour of browsing and 2 hours of TV watching.

Saying all this, selection of a custom OS is the biggest disadvantage faced by Jio Phone. Kai OS can repeat what happened with Bada OS of samsung. Being an OS used only by one company there will not be many developers making apps for the phone and there will be complete dependency on in-house programmers. Due to the OS issue, there is an absence of popular applications like whatsapp, youtube and facebook.

Though there is no doubt that Jio-Phone is worth more than the Rs 1500/- you spent on it, the only specialty of Jio-Phone is that it is available for almost free (Rs 1500 refundable deposit) and it supports 4G – VoLTE. The other peculiarities like Jio TV and Video Calling are available on any mobile using a Jio Connection through My Jio app. Unless you want to use this as a replacement to your set top box, or you want to return the phone and take back your money after 3 years, you should prefer to buy a Lyf flame at a slightly higher cost. The cost of Lyf phone has come down to around Rs 3000/- and is the cheapest reliable 4G-VoLTE Phone in market other than Jio Feature Phone.

Pros: Price, 4G Support, Jio Plans

Cons: Kai OS due to which there are no third party apps, Lack of touch, lack of accessories.

Cannot tether wifi to other devices

 

Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother

Yesterday night, lying on the sofa in our living room I decided to read Battle Hymn of a Tiger Mother, perhaps motivated to be a Chinese mother myself after a small quarrel with my wife about the need to get our daughter to sleep early. I started to read and felt bored a little due to the monotonous lecture by author Amy Chua on Chinese way of parenting.

Of course, it is never a book on parenting like a DIY parenting guide available in the market wooing you as an aspiring parent to spend hard earned cash on it, only to realise later that all those things were known to you since childhood while you had your own temper tantrums with your parents. In spite of that this book is on the parenting experience of Amy and the value conflicts she had to go through with her daughters Sophia and Lulu, the book is not primarily about parenting. The book is more about the clashes of the culture faced by immigrants from eastern world to the western world. Their dilemmas when age old traditions and values they believe in is questioned by a different value set of the native population.

Sophia is a typical Chinese kid, who obeys her parents without a question and strives hard to please her parents, especially the Chinese mom. Amy relates it to her Zodiac animal according to Chinese astrology which is monkey.

Intelligent, eloquent, adaptable, flexible. The Wu Xing (Five Elements) sign of the Monkey is Metal (Jin), so the animal stands for brilliance and perseverance. According to Chinese zodiac analysis, people born in a Year of the Monkey always have smart, agile and active characteristics.

The book became interesting the moment Lulu – the second daughter enters the scene. She defies all laws of childhood known to Amy and creates an entirely different crisis for the Chinese mom. Amy continues the battle without compromise with all her weapons to succeed at times and fail at other times. The Zodiac sign Boar comes to play.

Pig is not thought to be a smart animal in China. It likes sleeping and eating and becomes fat. Thus it usually features laziness and clumsiness. On the positive side, it behaves itself, has no plan to harm others, and can bring affluence to people. Consequently, it has been regarded as wealth.

The description pulls us through different achievements by both her daughters Sophia and Lulu and amount of perspiration that has to be put in behind the curtains. The entertainments are denied to the children as a part of Chinese or perhaps Asian parenting style while they are supposed to obey every command without question and work hard on their grades in school as well as in a hobby chosen for them by the parents. Sophia excels in Piano forced upon her and the hours of practice put into her everyday results in a huge success. But Lulu, though she is successful as a violinist, defies the mother with her unwillingness to practice and dislike to follow the path made by her mom.

As a tiger by Zodiac, Amy fights with all the surroundings to end. She fights her children, she fights her family, she fights her colleagues and students to ensure that her daughters always ends up with a podium finish and are sources of applause for the family.

Tigers, considered to be brave, cruel, forceful, stately and terrifying, are the symbol of power and lordliness. In ancient times, people usually compared emperors or grandees with the tiger. Court officials often said that ‘accompanying the emperor is just like being at the side of a tiger’. There are also many legends about this animal.

But, disobedience of Lulu becomes a huge issue for the Chinese mother and it grows day by day. The health issues faced by her own sister adds to the agony. Amy tends to have tantrums which even forces the soft spoken Sophia to react. It all culminates in a fight between Amy and Lulu in a restaurant in Moscow where they have gone for a vacation.

After the huge explosion in the restaurant, Amy reinvents the parenting method and finds that all laws may not be applicable to everyone.

While Amy focuses on Chinese mothers, I would rather say that the basis of this book would have been same for any Asian. Once I heard a story of an Indian father who was punished for beating his son while in Americas, who brought the son to vacation in India to just beat him and show him who sets the rules. Similarly there was an Oslo couple who got divorced and their child was taken over by the state for better protection because the parents used to feed the kid with hands. In India feeding some one with your hands is an epitome expression of love and kindness while abroad it is considered wrong and unhygienic. Thus the culture is sometimes too narrow and law sometimes ignore very fine humane values.

If I have to summarise in a sentence about the book, I would say ‘an interesting book of experience of an immigrant Asian in Americas within the household and the sharp contrast with the view points of their children who are born and brought up in America’. The difference in culture plays the lead role in whole of the book. The Chinese parents concept that the children should be grateful to them and should obey them unconditionally in contrast to independence offered by western parents. Chinese parents belief that they knows better than their children what is best for them. All these cultural aspects comes into the interplay in Battle Hymn.

Post Script:

I am born in the year of Dog and my daughter in the year of Monkey.

As Dogs are not good at communication, it is difficult for them to convey their thoughts to others. Therefore, Dogs tend to leave others with the impression that they have a stubborn personality.

 

 

മെര്‍സല്‍

മെര്‍സല്‍, അതെ… അതാണിന്നത്തെ ചിന്താവിഷയം.
കേന്ദ്രസർക്കാർ നയങ്ങളെ വിമർശിക്കുന്നു എന്ന പേരിൽ ബി ജെ പിയുടെ ആക്രമണം നേരിട്ടാണ് മെർസൽ ചിന്താവിഷയമായത്.

ഇവിടെ പ്രസക്തമാവുന്ന ആദ്യ ചോദ്യം ‘സിനിമക്ക് സർക്കാരിനെ വിമർശിക്കാൻ അവകാശം ഇല്ലേ എന്ന് തന്നെയാണ്. കുറച്ചു കൂടി വിശാലമായി ചോദിച്ചാൽ കലക്ക് ഭരണകൂടങ്ങളെ വിമർശിക്കാൻ അവകാശമില്ലേ എന്നതും ചോദിക്കാം.

കല കലക്ക് വേണ്ടി മാത്രമാണ് സമൂഹത്തിനോട് കലയ്ക്ക് ഒരു ബാധ്യതയുമില്ല എന്ന് വിശ്വസിച്ചിരുന്ന ഒരു കൂട്ടത്തിനോട് ഉള്ള ഒരു കലഹം ആയിത്തന്നെ ആണ് കല സമൂഹത്തിനു വേണ്ടിയുള്ളതാണ് എന്ന പ്രഖ്യാപനത്തോടെ പുരോഗമന കലാസാഹിത്യ പ്രസ്ഥാനങ്ങൾ എമ്പാടും ഉണർന്നെണീറ്റത്‌.

ഇനി കലയെ മാറ്റി നിർത്തി നോക്കിയാൽ സമൂഹത്തിൽ ആർക്കും ഭരണകൂടത്തെയും, ഭരണകൂടനയങ്ങളെയും വിമർശിക്കാൻ അവകാശം തരുന്ന ഒരു ഭരണഘടനാ അല്ലെ നമ്മുടേത്. 19 -ആം വകുപ്പിൽ ഭരണഘടന പറയുന്ന അഭിപ്രായ സ്വാതന്ത്രയം അത് ഉറപ്പിച്ചു തരുന്നുമുണ്ടല്ലോ.

വിയോജിക്കാനുള്ള അവകാശം ആണ് ജനാധിപത്യത്തിന്റെ ആണിക്കല്ല് എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞതാരാണെന്നു ഓർമ്മയില്ലെങ്കിലും, അതിന്റെ സത്യത്തിൽ ആർക്കും സംശയം ഉണ്ടാവാൻ തരമില്ല. ഒരു പക്ഷെ ഫാസിസ്റ്റുകൾക്ക് ഒഴിച്ച്.

പക്ഷെ പുതിയ എതിർപ്പ് വിമർശനം വസ്തുനിഷ്ഠാപരമല്ല എന്നതാണ്. സിനിമക്ക് കഥയെഴുതുമ്പോൾ സത്യം മാത്രമേ പറയാവൂ എന്നും നിർബന്ധം ഉണ്ടോ?

സത്യജിത് റേയുടെ സിനിമകളിലെ മിത്തിക്കൽ അംശങ്ങൾ ഒക്കെ നിരോധിക്കപ്പെടേണ്ടതാണോ?

ഒരു പക്ഷെ അച്ഛൻ പത്തായത്തിലില്ല എന്ന് പറയുന്ന കുട്ടിയെപ്പോലെയാണോ ഈ ബി ജെ പിക്കാർ മെർസലിനെ എതിർക്കുന്നത് എന്ന് ചിന്തിക്കേണ്ടിയിരിക്കുന്നു.

വാഗ്ധോരണി കൊണ്ട് ചക്രവർത്തിയെപ്പോലും വെല്ലുവിളിച്ച ഗ്രീക്ക് പ്രാസംഗികൻ ഡെമോസ്തനീസിനെയും, ചിലിയിലെ ഏകാധിപതികളെ വിറളി പിടിപ്പിച്ച നെരൂദയെയും പോലെ ഓരോ കലാകാരനും തന്നാലാവും വിധം ഭരണകൂട നികൃഷ്ടതകൾക്കെതിരെ പ്രതികരിച്ചിരുന്നു.

അതോടൊപ്പം ശ്രദ്ധിക്കേണ്ടത് തമിഴിലെ എല്ലാ പ്രധാന നടന്മാരും വിജയിന് പിന്തുണ പ്രഖ്യാപിച്ചു എന്നതാണ്. പ്രബുദ്ധകേരളത്തിലെ താരങ്ങൾ പേടിച്ചു നിൽക്കുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നു. നമ്മുടെ സിനിമാതാരങ്ങൾ സുരക്ഷിതമായ സിനിമകൾ നിർമ്മിച്ച് സമൂഹത്തിൽ നിന്നും അകന്നു കഴിയുമ്പോൾ ഒരു സംഘടനയുടെയും ബലത്തിന് കാക്കാതെ തമിഴ് താരങ്ങൾ നിലപാടുകൾ എടുക്കുന്നു. അവ തുറന്നു പറയുന്നു.

ആരെയും എന്തിനെയും എപ്പോളും വിമർശിക്കാനുള്ള അവകാശം സംരക്ഷിക്കപ്പെട്ടില്ലെങ്കിൽ ജനാധിപത്യം അർത്ഥശൂന്യമാണ്‌ എന്ന് മനസ്സിലാക്കാൻ എങ്കിലും ഈ സന്ദർഭം ഉപയോഗപ്പെടട്ടെ. അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സ്വാതത്ര്യം അടിയറവെച്ചവന്ധ്യംകരിക്കപ്പെട്ട ഒരു ജനതയായിരുന്നു നമ്മൾ എന്ന് ചരിത്രം വിധിയെഴുതും.