Adieu,TK!

T.K.Ramachandran,popularly known among his comrdes,students and well wishers as T.K too is gone.His absence will obviously make it very difficult to live in this world.Why?Reasons are plenty but can be comprehended into two to three sentences. He was a true crusader.A crusader against the right wing facist forces of his own country.He didnt write too much.But when he writes, it was precise.He never wavered.He was so adamant on his stands because he was thro and thro clear about his idealogy.He was a great friend to many and they were his company at his flat.The company included acadamicians to activists.All were shown in though not given an excited welcome.He was an activist among acadamicians and an acadamicians among activists.So, he never apty fit himself into any groups.
If he hadnt quit his mediocre job in the bank in his early youth and spent time for research and acadamic work, how would have his life developed? It will be absurd to expect his in the bank managers chair with piles of files behind.At all junctions, he chose the right path-the path which not every one chose to tred.He was all alone in his route.He might have met a couple of people on his way. But they all failed in the marathon.Some were opted to stop.Somewhere exhausted and some perished.Some got disillusioned and took their lives.But TK,preferred to move on like a rolling stone.Apparently, he gathered no moss.
What would have happened to the so called KP Appan and his cooterie if TK had decided to write enormously for our weeklies?He would have deffinitely given the crown of the prince of critique. He never buttered our editors to publish his articles. Rather he often said excuses when the editors approached him for his essays.
A channel reporter had said just after his death from Kochi that he was chain smoker and that too had contributed for his sudden demise.I dont know whether that fool know him.Can you imagine a TK without wild smell of virginian cut tobacco? Never.Tobacco, beard, wrinkled dress, typical word formations,child like smiles,adorno,althusser were all the inevitable part of TK.You can spot a lion in the forest if you are lucky enough.You can see the same animal in the zoo also.But seeing the lion in the forest makes a lot of difference.
Personal memories,though not plenty are vivid to this writer.His comrades are the true heir apparents to write the personal note on him.Let them do it.Let us light up the lamp of his memory to not compromise on the cause of our life long fight.
RED SALUTE,COMRADE!

love thy misery

It is fun to watch people(when you get bored of watching yourself!).Some are loving.Some are caring. Some are idiots and Some are lethal.But the strange thing is some are really fell in love with their own miseries. I know a couple of people around me who are not ready to change their troublesome milieu. They often say `but for the society, I would have changed my plans`.In fact they are waging war with their own shadows. Habit maketh a man. True.Here in this case, these fellows have tied themselves up in the labyrinth of sorrows. They started enjoying it like an addict enjoying the serpent`s venom. Be very cautious of them.If you are going to befriend them,keep all kinds of non steroid anti inflammatory analgesics and pain balms. They will give you a permanent head ache!

invigorating wanderings

Life has often tied up with nonsense.Be it a wish or work, when u get separated from it and see it from a distance,u feel the absurdity.For me life is nothing but a genuine endeavor to plunge into this nothingness and realize the my-self and my milieu.



I`ve been thinking of a trip to Kollur for more than six months and had to wait till last week to materialize it.Journey was planned and continously postponed for more than a couple of times.Even the railway ticket had been booked once but had to cancel it.

Well, this time,it was a kind of back packing.On 9th of July night after the usual desk work, I went back home.As pre planned, Aneesh was waiting me to drop me at Rly Station.The train was at around 12.30am. He dropped me there at around 11.30 and the train came on time.(It was Okha Express).The ticket was to Byndoor-a new station enroute Goa.The train came bit late as usual and passengers with big bags ran helter-skelter.I stood at the platform comfortably as I had a reserved ticket with me.



Train journeys brings back the horrible memories of my teenage-early youth travels in unreserved compartments.During those days journeys were at night as usual. There were only 3-4 compartments in Train. Those general compartments were(are) meant for the ragpickers and laymens. Sometimes, the reserved compartments and the A\C sections will be almost empty.But the penniless were not allowed to step in.You will be fined or throw out by the TT. During those nights, when struggling to put ur foot down, I think about the rotten system. In fact the Train is a genuine representative of the burgoise system. You have been provided facilities according to the weight of your pocket!

I had travelled upto Mumbai in Konkan route.But the inner time machine has not tuned properly to get down at the designated stations. It`s not a big job when I go to Trivandrum or Bangalore or vice versa.I could get up just before a couple of the real station when I travel on those routes.So I was had to remain cautious to not miss my station-Byndoor.My plan was to ask some fellow guys about the distance from Mangalore to Byndoor.I woke up realizing the train was on a long halt.I thought it would be Mangalore.As my berth was on the top tier, I had to seek someones help to find the station. The fellow who sat near the window looked at my face and said it`s Uduppi.Then it came Byndoor and I get down there.Luckily got Omni which was going to Kollur.It costs me only Rs.60.
Mookambika was wonderful as it used to be.Same people, same building and same charisma.Every jouney is an experience till you reach your destiny.Once you are there, then again you think about heights to conquer or valleys to slide.So, I dont want to comment about the ambience of Mookambika. The temple and Devi deserve a seperate piece.It might happen in future!