THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR

A man with the power over the multitude, who in his every movement can create wonders, whose voice can echo in the four corners of the earth, is nothing short of a super hero. But you can call him Michael Jackson, as well. Being a middle class Indian, for me, Michael Jackson is a musical super hero. I have only seen and heard him through his songs and videos. I think, for so many others around the globe, MJ, would be a similar experience. And for those so many and me, around the world, MJ is still there as a dancing figure, and as the King of Pop . Why should one believe that he is dead, if his presence has still been experienced in the same way and intensity? The world is celebrating his birthday as ever.His publicity hasn't decreased even after his physical death. They say that music has no death. It can also be said that successful musicians also survive forever. M. J was also a successful musician and so is over powering his death. It is not only true with musicians, but als...

"... for a pop legend, listening to himself, other than to hi s multi-millionaire sponsors, is a matter, less short of death. So he decided to die... He wanted to regain something that he had lost...". Read and feel the ground rocking tal e! The Indi an Commentator presents: MICHAEL: THE MIGHTIEST. " A tale untold, yet ." COMING SOON. A fortnightly fiction.

Dear readers, I am attempting a poem on Swine Flu this time. While writing this poem, I had one thing in my mind to share with you: hope. The disease has brought home great many troubles and hopelessness as a necessary repercussion. I wanted to make a change to this thought and to give a little comfort for the suffering lot. My poem ends with an affirmation of hope, which may seem unusual for some readers.I believe if you can conceive something, there are possibilities for that thing to happen in real. Let me remind you one more thing, the most usual things in the world, take place in a way that is mostly unusual! Swine Flu: .......................... While the rain harvests the blossoms from the wild weeds, and the retreat of the sun behind the cloud veil becomes complete, the invisible organisms intrude into the skin and scions of human kind. It is the shadow wall of protection that had got undone. The folks wanted to play gambler, to test their luck to abate th...

Even the most thrilling and fantastic stories have to have its characters follow some common connections corresponding to age and physique, but if Madonna, the queen of pop, became the protagonist of any of the realistic narrative, she would be the most unreal character of the narrative, in terms of her age-physique relation. Madonna had registered her success not only in music as a singer, but also, as a film producer, a song writer, an author, a fashion designer and in many other fields of activity. The secrets of her youthfulness and energy, are only known to her. Even at about the age of 50, she is as charming and sexy as she was. She has already qualified for the epithet of "eternal youth" along with title "the queen of pop". Isn't it the controversies that come to your mind now? Controversies related with the adoption of kids and her "young husbands"? As for the adoption of kids, she deserves some credits for providing a more than decent living ...

Getting the "right" kind of education is as significant as being educated. But almost 75% of the world's population of students are being deprived of quality education disregarding the socio-economic or cultural standards of the countries to which they belong. The "right kind of education" is not something that can be perceived in the curriculum or in the syllabus of the educational institution, but it is the collective influence of all these factors upon the individual student, under which the student will become capable of adhering himself without causing any unnecessary tension, to the social order and at the same time, will be able to question the very notion of 'society' itself with cogent critical perspectives. The absence of such a condition is what makes some say, there can be seen more wisdom sometimes in the uneducated people than, the educated. The university products will only be labelled to be the university wits and fail to address any o...

In Malabar , it is the season of rain; the season of monsoon. But people are under the clutch of heat. Don't be mislead by this statement. It is not the heat of the season that I am referring to, the monsoon season is usually damp and cold but the heat mentioned here is actually from fever! The majority of the population is on the fever bed. The H1N1 flu, dengue, malaria, chikun gunia , tomato fever, and so many other strange named, and mysterious types of fevers, inflict people's lives even causing them their death. The general cause, which can be summed up is the climate change, which provided the apt situations for the germs to perpetrate. There have been no precise statements made yet from the part of the government or from the health department on the causes. Simply because there are not much studies carried out on this topic and no one knows what is happening, except that someone is getting high temperature on one day, limbs being swelled up making the patients unable t...

What I understand about hospitals, from my meager sense of common understanding is that hospitals are set up for the sake of protecting those people who suffer from the lack of health and inefficiency for maintaining common human physiological functions properly. We ll, let me stress, w hat I understand is that hospitals are for treating those who are suffering from the lack of health. Am I right? I think the subjectivity of this article might be creating some problems for those who think that it is not the suitable method that should be adopted for an article. But the matter I am going to raise here, in this platform, is something personal. The topic I am going to talk, is about someone of mine own species: a human being. In more explicit terms this article is a sign of bewilderment on the number of "NO" s that I have seen in the voting counter in this site---- http://news.aol.com/ article/hospital-deports- patient/584523? icid =main|main| dl 1|link3|http%3A%2F%2 Fnews ....

Rain is God's touch. People may ask who, God is and what. I will not say anything, except that I don't know because, God is a language, which the one who knows that language, can only understand. Rain also is a language, thus; a language, which I love and live through. The life that I am talking about is not just the beating of a heart or breathing or the winking of eyes. These are just a few manifestations of life and not life. The meaning of life if not defined, would make it more meaningful. Life never ends. It includes the living presence of the body in interaction with similar and dissimilar things and circumstances, and also its death. Life continues to exist even after the death of the body. Life exists in the stopping of heart beats, struggling for breath, and in the permanently closed eyelids. These are some changes in the manifestations of life, representing a transformation. Just like what occurred in one rainy day with one of my students. It had been raining for t...

"Some people feel their need to protect this world. For this, they die and resurrect. And they call it a part of their destiny." Michael Jean Jackson, was a pop star, reigning at the peak of his fame and prosperity. One day, he felt the need to listen to himself. Not like something that he had done until that day. But a new vision, a new thought. And he realized that a new individual was growing inside him! Eventually he decided to listen. But for a pop legend, listening to himself, other than to his multi-millionaire sponsors, is a matter, less short of death. So he decided to die... "But, when the world was mourning on the loss of their beloved singer...the 'hell' was being lighted up by the one, rose from the dead."- The one and only , Michael: the mightiest !! Read and feel the ground rocking tal e! The Indian Commentator presents: MICHAEL: THE MIGHTIEST. " A tale untold, yet ." COMING SOON.

Michael Jackson was buried at 22.30 hrs,on 7-7-2009, in the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. Tributes to THE KING OF POP , and THE MAN OF MUSIC , from THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR . The world mourned, when you lie in front of the crowed, silent; as the last hours of a deep night; on a stage, motionless, as the paradox, of the cruelest kind, for you were once the occupant of every stage that rose with crowd. Michael, you might be singing, from someplace, unknown, where the sensual sight unveils, its inability to pass; where the ears hear nothing except , silence and the silence alone... We can open the doors of the mind, to your song any more, only when the ears and eyes, and all the delicate senses, learn the language that flowers can speak, the language of the wind, the language of the nature, or the language of the soul. Here is the last handful of earth, to your grave; the last stage, of your human life. Michael, may God bless your sou...

That was a rainy eve . The Baloney Theorists came running into the "Shack"--The five star hotel near the seashore from their cars, without an umbrella. They dressed in rags. Behind them, were the politicians, to whom the cars belonged, with umbrellas, all in one colour, not blue and not green from the primary colours. When they entered, the king closed the crystal door. They reached a huge hall, with closed door. One among them, bony, weak and insane looking, opened the door frantically. Inside there was nothing other than women who wore, nothing. The skinny one, undressed; caught one. Others just did the same. No innovations! The politicians met in the other room. "Let them enjoy and let us concoct the newest of its kind, a reality theory. For we are the theorists and they are political puppets." "The Baloney Theory": one said. "To block the light, to turn the 'up', into 'down', a...

You are the one magic fiddle I had. All the time, which by its own played. I knew you were not a dead instrument, but you lived with me, like a musical tenet. Still I neglected your life and being. You were used by tautening your strings, Every day and every lonely nights, whenever I wanted peace. You were the property, I kept through my days. Your voice became my companion. I knew you are a magical fiddle,clarion. You had danced for me, Whenever I lacked glee. You walked on the moon, and moved in robotic style, I still recollect, how invincible you were that while! You screamed in joy, musically, You made the days rock excitedly. But at last, you have stopped the magic tone... Once and for all you ended your song, filling unknown endless void everywhere. In my dictionary, the word for loss seemed rare. For utterance, I felt gathering each possible way, Your silence is more deeper than a 'loss'... that is,to say. (A Tribute to Michael Jackson...

When the light goes out, a void is created, which nothing else can fill except darkness... "The King of Pop" Michael Jackson , passed away. Let the world mourn as it lost the voice, which had taught it to 'scream' with joy, in music. The Indian Commentator mourns in the death of the legendary singer. May god bless his soul rest in peace... You can read the news here...http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/jun/25/michael-jackson-dead The Indian Commentator 's Homage.

'The child is the father of the man', but the man always forgets, how he had felt when he was a child. The only way that leaves, is to study about his past, living in his present. In this endeavour, certain things are purposefully avoided and certain other things are included, 'as if' to co nstruct and convey the apt performance of the endeavour that he has undertaken. The children's help lines and child welfare organisations like the UNICEF are only a few examples of this endeavour. Even though, children are being 'watched', from reaching in wrong hands, we still need a day like the one observed on the 12th of June, The world Day Against Child labour, proving the futility of our 'watch'. Child sexual abuses, child trafficking, child labour, and even child marriages are forming topics for serious discussions. And many children are rescued from wrong hands, by the help lines and police and other governmental and non governmental organisations. B...