THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR

With hot black tea,And a news paper in hand, Sat in his veranda, the dark brown man. Though silver his hairs, On the head and over the bare chest were, He tried pompously to read, Without his glasses put on. He turned the page. His wrinkled eyes met with The news of a nun raped and murdered. He turned the page. His saliva dried, reading the news- Of rising commodity prices! He turned the page. He was not shocked from the news of Hindu bigotry, or Islamic terror, Only a matter of neighbourhood. He looked at his home and smiled. He turned the page. The news of Kerala’s largest river drying up, Reminded him of his half filled well. He turned the page. At once his eyes stuck on a scene! A police constable stabbed to death, By the supporters of some political party! He prayed for his son’s safety; Who was a police constable; And ran to the phone, Dialed his son’s mobile number. Someone said, from the other side: “The number you are calling has been switched off. Please try l...

Every experiment takes place as a human attempt to bring the angels of change to the barren ground of routine, the ordinary, the familiar. This is the story of an experiment. Mr. Paulo Coelho, the Latin American author,(The author of THE ALCHEMIST ), through his film contest named 'THE EXPERIMENTAL WITCH Film Competition', has attempted an experiment with film making, where he himself selected the winners of the contest, identifying the film, which can stand close to his own conception of his novel, THE WITCH OF PORTOBELLO. Image Courtesy:http://www.biography.com   It was held on August 24, 2008. In the competition, a different crew filmed each of the chapters of the novel, THE WITCH OF PORTOBELLO. Out of 6,000 submissions, there were 14 winners, one for each chapter of the novel. In the novel, the character of Athena, the protagonist, evolves through the narratives of different people; either once associated with her or knew her. Now, these fourteen films have...

M y dear Anu, Congrats for such a nice blog! I have to say that I'm a bit proud of you! Your success story should act as a motivation for other bloggers in the offing! I am a sure you will be able to make it the mouthpiece of the emerging youth of India. I've gone through some of the old posts and found the merit of your work. For instance, id mubarak , malabari girl, etc. reveal your gift for writing and imagining. That radical thinking also I like. I WILL BE A REGULAR VISITOR IN FUTURE. WISH YOU ALL THE BEST Prof. Josh Sreedharan Head, Dept. of Studies in English, Kannur University, India. Gratitude: Thank you so much Sir, I have no more words. I am also proud that I am a student of such a great person like you. I am overwhelmed. Thank you so much sir. Your student, Anu October 7, 2009 3:53 AM

Where was my God? I was alone and there was no God near. I couldn't write. There was only a vast void, which seemed impossible to cross. I always believed that when I reach in a state of communion with God, I write. And that was what I lacked; the meeting, the communion, the nearness; the divine sharing. God was the cause of all my writings and is ; though I believe it too that God never causes anything, but allows things to happen. I know. As Richard Bach says in "Illusions", his novel, we are the ones to decide what our life should be. In the process of my writing, God becomes the fulfilling experience of my efforts of communion with that Higher Power, thus the cause. I am talking about the impetus, something that I know as true, but can't explain. Was that a writer's block that I had these recent days, blocking me from writing anything? I don't know. Though I had done thorough studies on methods of identifi cation and solution for the writer's block, ...

The choice was made one year back. The choice was between being occult and becoming known. And this is a moment, a day and a month of celebrations. Writing was always in my veins. I can recollect my first written draft. That was a short story. But I couldn't finish it. I was ten years old at that time. I feel that the same kid is rejoicing and living his dreams now, when I am writing my blog. My blog was the choice I had made. Today is the first anniversary of my blog "THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR " . It was on an October, one year back, I started this journey. October 5, 2008. My first attempt to create a blog was a success. But it failed in its contents and readership. I attempted a second time, which was out of my inner call to propagate a spiritual concept to the world. But my inability to continue and the lack of self- confidence that I felt, resulted in another demise. After these two failures, I am still surprised, why did I hope for a victory in blogging, and how d...

It was the 29th day of the month of Eid. I thought the next day, there would be moon. But it didn't come. I was at home, watching every news and every other programme, sick with flu. There was nothing else to do. My eyes were on Eid special programmes on the TV. The other day, I saw Murshid had called me on my mobile, but I didn't hear, for my cell had been in silent mode. Three missed calls. I rang back. It was hard for me to reject him. But I rejected his invitation for the Eid feast the next day at his home. He had told me before that, he would invite me to his home for this Eid. I was really excited. His Mamma's cooking, as he had said, was superb. But there was no other way for me. I was in sick bed. My stomach was churning at times. I could not recognise whether hunger or thirst caused my stomach to move and burn. I felt like vomiting, but didn't vomit. I didn't feel thirst and hunger as I felt usually. At times, I thought I needed food and ate something. ...

Some one said, when you have nothing else to do, you make love. I have doubts on the credibility of this sentence that is, on the way things turn around into, love making. It is not that I have quoted it and so I believe it. I have quoted this sentence just to show how horrible and lonely I felt, during the previous week. Isn't it horrible to be away from your work for the whole week and that too, not having a girlfriend near! My plight will not strike some if they know that I have no girlfriends at all. So how can I have a girlfriend near, if I have none! There are many reasons not to have a girlfriend. The primary reason is the difference in the thinking of the common society and this author. The second reason is the typical Malabar girls, who are a necessary product of this conservative, orthodox, narrow- minded society. The way things run here, is really interesting. Every girl is made to believe that the reason for their existence is solely marriage. They should find their h...

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 ....