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Idioms

Mahabali Days

King Mahabali is a mythical king of Kerala and in his time Kerala was prosperous and the people lacked nothing. Now God Vamana became jealous and decided to test him. He came as a dwarf beggar and asked him for three gifts. And Mahabali being generous complied. Soon God Vamana grew in stature and with the first gift he covered the heavens and with the second he covered the earth. When Vamana asked for the third gift, King Mahabali offered his own head in humility but asked Vamana for a humble request and that is to visit his people during Onam and Onam became festival to celebrate the coming of King Mahabali.

Mahabali days as an idiom means success, fame and fortune.

I hope the year 2022 will be an experience of Mahabali days.

Dream Ticket

Dream ticket as an idiom stands for winning a bumper jackpot prize, bonanza for a windfall draw.

I hope to get many Dream Tickets the year 2022.

Waterloo

Waterloo as an idiom stands for one’s downfall.

I never in my life want to make a waterloo.

Kurianoor Days

Kurianoor is the name of the village in which I stay in Kerala. Kurianoor is humorously called idler’s junction as people sit on the benches and while away time.

Kurianoor Days as an idiom stands for whiling away time.

Some phases of my life are Kurianoor Days.

Figures of Speech

Spilt milk lay on the ground as scattered semen.

I galloped in her flower of ecstasy.

Stars in the night sky looked like white dust.

My writing lay like a rite of luck.

I did the poetry of ecstasy on her flower.

The sky lay like a dragon puffing fire.

Music is the soul of friendship.

The night-sky is illuminated with a crystal ball.

Poetry is the beatitude of emotion.

The earth is wiping the tears that fall from the sky.

#Figures of Speech #Idioms #Mahabali Days #Kurianoor Days #Dream Ticket #Waterloo #Literature #Art #Aesthetics

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Comrade Picasso Kuttapan

Let me introduce Comrade Picasso  Kuttapan to you. He was named Picasso by his not-so-accomplished artist father and Kuttpan is his family name.

His ritual of daily worship is rather very peculiar and alien to the tenets of Communism. He has photos of the common Hindu Gods like Shiva, Ganesh (elephant and human) Lakshmi (wealth) and Saraswathi (learning and arts). A surprising fact is along with these idols he also has pictures of Marx, Stalin, Lenin, Guevara and Fidel Castro. In the morning when he wakes up, the first thing that he does is do the ritual of puja (worship) these deities with casting incense over them and he feels contented and satisfied. Then he has his customary black coffee and beedies (a substance to smoke made up tobacco leaves) and after that mounts on his rusty bicycle and heads for the Communist Party Office situated in an idyllic village called Kurianoor.

The village Kurianoor has been notoriously nick-named as the idlers village as people assemble there and gossip and do no work and wile away their precious time. Things have changed much now with the influx of many people from Kurianoor to the oil rich countries of the Middle East.

Life for comrade Picasso Kuttapan who is the local committee Secretary starts with his sojourn in in the Party Office of the Communist Party of India. The first thing that he does early in the morning is to rub away the dust from the photos of Lenin, Stalin, Marx, Guevara, Mao and Fidel Castro. As he is doing this he is also chain smoking beedies.

Soon they discuss world affairs after reading snippets from the Communist Party’s Official News Paper called Desha Abhimani (Nation appreciator) .The party carries details about the war in Ukraine and very obnoxiously defends Putin’s growling invasion and the party’s editorial says emphatically: ‘it is a war against imperialism, capitalism, racism’ and Putin has rose to the stature of benevolent Comrade in thwarting the forces that want to herald capitalism and usher into a new world order.

Soon they start discussing about Cuba a very favourite-hotspot-country-to be admired. They wish that Communism will become an all-India force and create a proletariat friendly nation with the workers in full control.

Then their discussion mirrors on the cashew factory that they obstructed and closed. Yes down with bourgeoisie capitalists. Long live the workers. Long live the revolution. We will fight till death for our rights. The capitalist PIG Avaran is a scoundrel and bloody bourgeoisie. They are unrelenting and not lamenting at the loss of jobs lost due to the closure of the factory.

Then sipping black coffee and smoking proletarian beedies their discussion runs on to China a much admired Communist Country. The party’s official News Paper: Desha Abhimani is mum on the Chinese Killing of 20 Indian troops in Ladakh. The paper justified the killing as war done by terrorists but were kind enough to pay homage to the martyrs. Comrade Picasso Kuttapan is at a loss to understand why China is market friendly and yet retaining its politics with conservative communism. Comrade Picasso Kuttapan laments that the days of Chairman Mao have to come back to China.

After all this talk Comrade Picasso Kuttapan mounts on his bicycle and heads for home. The road to his house his narrow but having fairly enough space for a pedestrian or cyclist to pass through. As he was passing through this narrow passage, two masked assailants with knifes ambushed him and he was stabbed to death.

The story that goes on around is that it was done in retaliation by the FP Fundamentalist Party who are Draconian opponents of the Communist Party.

When one comrade is killed by the FP party another member of the FP party is killed by the Communist Party. The bloodletting is never ending a sad thorn in the otherwise peace free God’s Own Country Kerala.

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Assorted Drabble

Epiphany about a Butterfly

You poem on wings…you flitter with the menopause of ecstasy…you flirting angel of music…you melody’s charm of love…you sacerdotal hymn of the evening… you danseuse of twilight glitter…you music of erotica…you eclectic pride of nature…you song of love…you monument of magnificence…you turbulent song of love…you poet’s passion…you pasture of ecstasy…you nature’s hymn of a lost song…you phantasmagoria of a twilight song…you wings of poesy….you sh sh sh sh  psyche of onomatopoeia …you sacred timbre of melody’s sounds… you echoes of flight…you tapestry of psychedelic nirvana…you realism of a painting in flight…you beatific hymn of adorable ecstasies…you bard of a carnival…you streams of consciousness of an epic…you murmur of hazy flight…you epiphany of poems…  

Epiphany about Rain and Thunder

The sky is wearing a cloak of grey, remaining sullen and miserable. The sky is a still life of a breathing canvas. The clouds are singing poems of lamentation. Thunder is a siren roaring in the sky. Zeus moves across the sky as a pink ghost. The water of the showers is pouring puddles of poems. Rain is a mutiny of sounds.

A Day in the life of Sweeny Bloom

Sweeny bloom lives a life in streams of consciousness. Now Sweeny Bloom considers himself to a Kerala beatnik. Now Sweeny Bloom has got up early in the morn and the hangover of the cheap proletarian rum called Marx lingers in his body. The mouth of Sweeny Bloom is a stinking cadaver. Sweeny Bloom is confused about his ideology and one the one hand her considers himself to a die-hard communist. Sweeny shits with ease in an Indian toilet where he has to squat. In order to remove the night’s hangover, Sweeny Bloom mixes two pegs of Marxian rum and has it with black coffee. Sweeny Bloom is lost in thought and enjoys the passionate glow of the sunrise. Clouds hang about resembling Picasso’s cubist paintings. Sweeny Bloom being Communist party worker gathers the placards which has the picture of Che Guevara and the message: Communist Party local committee. Sweeny’s job is to post in selected places. This Sweeny does so meticulously and with dedicated passion. Before placing them on lampposts and walls Sweeny has a customary joint and relishes the effect that it is creating in his brain. Sweeny bloom is filled with lust and remembers sadly about his wife who has deserted him. Sweeny Bloom is fascinated with the streams of consciousness narrative of Joyce. Sweeny after finishing work mounts on his rickety bicycle and goes to teach in a small private school in his village called Kurianoor. Sweeny Bloom is disgusted with the job as all the school curriculum is rote memorization. Sweeny teaches History, Geography, English and Communicative English. This day, Sweeny Bloom takes for grade 10, the revolt of 1857. The revolt of 1857 is the first organized war made by Indians against the British East India Company. This chapter is inserted to rouse the patriotism of the students. For Sweeny Bloom British colonialism was not that bad and he is thankful for the British to spread English Language. Though Indians were maintaining an animosity to the reforms introduced by the East India Company, some reforms like English Education, the abolition of Child Marriage, SATI (Sati is a practice where the wife is put on the funeral pyre of her husband, widow remarriage, the introduction of railways were according to Sweeny Bloom all positive reforms. For Sweeny Bloom British colonialism was not all that bad. Then Sweeny Bloom proceeds to another class to take the tenses in the English Language. Sweeny is bored with these mundane chores. Sweeny makes the class interesting by cracking jokes and spreading fables. Then Sweeny Bloom proceeds to 9th grade and he has to do a poem by Maya Angelou a poem with ferocious invocation of women-hood. Maya Angelou is a vociferous feminist, who has campaigned for the rights freedom and democracy of women. Sweeny Bloom loves to explain the poem and likes the way he is able to tell the novices figures of speech especially similes and metaphors used in the poem.  The children eagerly lap up Sweeny bloom’s rhetorical devices. Then Sweeny Bloom has to take communicative English to the Children. This he does with ease because of his mastery in the English Language. The school authorities sad to say don’t pay any salary but give Sweeny Bloom an allowance for buying Cigarettes and other necessities. Sweeny Bloom’s ambition is to become a successful writer and he had brought out books about Novels poetry and Philosophy. Sweeny Bloom is fascinated with postmodern philosophers like Derrida, Barthes and Foucault. Sweeny Bloom finds his life to be a bore and his work in no way satisfies his intellect. Sweeny Bloom is peeved with British because they did not issue him a visa on very flimsy grounds. A visitor teacher from UK came to Sweeny’s school and she sponsored Sweeny Bloom to visit UK. The consulate official asked Sweeny: ‘what if you don’t come back’?  Sweeny’s only wish was to visit the bard and dramatist Shakespeare’s birth place. Evening has come and Sweeny Bloom leaves the school as an unhappy soul.  Sometimes Sweeny bloom wished that he could be Che Guevara. Sweeny Bloom’s rank in the Communist Party was that of a worker and he had to be guard adorning Khaki trousers and Red Shirt with the insignia of the Hammer and Sickle. An irony of the Communist Party is that the daughters and sons of the top cadre study abroad especially in Western capitalist countries. But one good thing about the Communist party is that it is the only party that acts as deterrent against the spread of communalism and religiosity spreading rampantly in the country. Religion has become the opium of the masses. Sweeny Bloom walks through the road and inspects the placards that he has planted lamp posts and walls and he proudly admires his Communist hero Che Guevara. By the time the sun sinking and the clouds are a whirlpool of images. Sweeny’s soul becomes the heart of a poet. Sweeny goes to a wayside shop and eagerly buys pot to roll up joints for the evening. He enters his house and rolls up a reefer and smokes it with the delight. Sweeny Bloom wants to have a good fuck. He visits the brothel of Rahel (Rachel for Malayalam) and chooses a buxom lady in her late forties. By the time the joint has hit him and enjoys a good screw.

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Assorted Tales

The thief is on the ship.

The thief is on the ship is a Malayalam idiom and it means an insider in an organization who sells secrets of the industry to outsiders for personal gain.

Today’s industries are rife with thieves on the ship.

World

World is a Malayalam idiom and it means someone who is notoriously controversial.

There are many politicians in contemporary society who are a world.

Naming Jacob as Israel

God named Jacob as Israel and promised him that he will make his descendants as stars in the sky.

Naming Israel as Jacob as an idiom stands for peace and prosperity.

By God Jehovah Jesus’ grace, I would like to be Jacob named as Israel.

Father’s Dream

My dear Father started a school in the village Kurianoor to mold and empower village kids. It is a non-profit institution. I want to continue the footsteps of my father and my wish is to make the institution fees-free. I hope to win an international jackpot which will leave me with enough money to pay the salaries of the staff. How I wish to have my dream to become a fruition.

Rain an Epiphany

Evening showers are pelting the earth. Rain is pouring with the melody of music. Rain is pounding the roof tops with cacophonic delight. Thunder is roaring like an angry beast. Rain arouses a psychedelic feeling. I am living rich in a dream come alive. The earth is a pussy getting wet.  

#Art #Aesthetics #Literature #Epiphany #Idioms #Autobiography #The thief is #on the ship #Naming Jacob as Israel #World #Father's Dream #Rain an Epiphany