home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- Path: sparky!uunet!enterpoop.mit.edu!biosci!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail
- From: tstpcc@gwunix1.gwu.edu (Paul C. Chemmanoor)
- Newsgroups: alt.prose
- Subject: Kumaran's Story [10 & 11] -- Icarus.
- Message-ID: <Pine.3.02.9301271720.A1371-d100000@gwunix1.gwu.edu>
- Date: 27 Jan 93 22:48:10 GMT
- Sender: daemon@cs.utexas.edu
- Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway
- Lines: 113
- NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu
-
- 0] Parts 10 & 11.
- No historical veracity is aspired to.
- Tell me what you think.
-
- 1]
- Kumaran's Story --Icarus.
- -------------------------
-
- Revolution. - 10
- ----------------
-
- Where was savi when the red wave swept kerala, and every child older
- than ten felt compelled to chant after the leaders:
-
- "Inquilab Zindabad !"
-
- -- Long live the revolution !
-
- where was she when the hand of the People became the hammer of the Gods,
- and smashed to bits the fuedal bonds and the addressing of lanlords as
- "Thirumeni" and the land was taken away from the greedy and given to the
- needy ?
-
- Savi, was ten, caught between the ignorance of tommorow and the memory of
- now, between playing teacher and catching herself repeating slogans after the
- crowds that marched row opon row opon row.
-
- And there was fire in the streets, people marching with torches, grim with the
- vengeance they planned opon their class enemies. And there was broken glass
- that littered the streets, until the children of kerala, who till then
- had walked free as adam and eve in the streets trusting in the benevolence of
- things crushed underfoot , without so much so as a pair of sandals were
- forced to wear things on their feet, and a new cottage industry of leather
- slippers blossommed forth and the well turned ankle seen in quarter-profile
- for a fraction of a instant when it reached up towards the raised footboard
- of a bus became the stuff that stopped the hearts of unemployed youth who
- were the children of eve now grown older.
-
- And who can resist fire ? In the winter of hunger and desolation,
- in the sleet of the humiliation of being made to stand aside for
- someone born higher, and the cold of going to bed hungry and watching
- the rich become fatter, there was a self-perpetuating need for warmth.
-
- Savi whispers now to her children of days when we felt that we made the
- wheels of history turn. We pushed and turned it so far, no one, not even
- the government could turn it back.
-
- Savi goes to school dressed in a white blouse that buttoned up to her throat,
- and a blue skirt that covered all but the tips of her toe-nails.
- She has two pencils and one steel-pen.
- She has long hair braided down her back. She likes to read about
- little animals.
- Her mother whispers to her father, when they lie together,
- that savi wants to be a doctor.
-
- 'Penkutti alle, oru teacher aayiyaal mathi.'
-
- -- She is a girl, it will be good for her to become a teacher.
-
- Besides her father added, then she will read about bigger animals.
-
- Savi whispers now to her children of days when there were people
- Who ate green peppers for lunch and kanji for dinner. Kanji, the
- weak stew that rice made, that so filled without nourishing was the
- blood of the revolution.
-
-
-
- Token of Devotion. -11
- ----------------------
-
- In the depths of revolution there came a crisis so unexpected that it swept
- aside decades of tradition among teenaged malayalis. There were no more poems.
- In times past when a pretty woman could be expected to be wooed with pretty
- verses like:
-
- "Walk a little slower,
- I am faint with longing,
- Roseamma, walk a little slower,
- My eyes are drunk with you."
-
-
-
- Now the Revolution had taken away the poets.
-
- When Savi walked by Rajan K.' s house, Rajan who was sitting on the edge
- of a padded chair looking at the people passing by, when dusk was falling
- and the sun was dipping below the horizon in a blaze of red, was struck
- with apoplectic desire to speak of his love, but couldnt because they had
- taken away the poets.
-
- Savi, looked in his direction, and he was unable to say a word.
- In frustration he took the razor-blade that he was supposed to sharpen
- his pencil with to do his homework, and made vicious cuts into the fabric of
- the seat of the chair. Welts of soft synthetic sponge welled up and he
- pulled at them and grabbed whole handfulls of the material and threw
- them around him.
-
- Savi, smiled at him.
-
- It is not known how this incident spread to the rest of kerala, but within
- a year this ceremony was being repeated with so much devotion that the
- paddings from the seats in buses were removed and there are security
- officers in movie theaters to curb the passion of malayaali youth.
-
-
-
- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
- . ~ ~ .
- . o o signito ergo sum. .
- . | i sign therefore i am. paul chemmanoor .
- . = washington d.c. .
- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
-