Sunday, November 22, 2009

Silent Valley



When you think about your childhood days, maybe, you might recollect some of those events, not necessarily personal,yet,those still sticks with you with vivid clarity. One such story for me ,was that of Silent Valley and the challenges it faced during the late seventies and early eighties.

During those days ,I was much into the literature from Kerala Shastra Sahitya Parishad. Science, Nature, Modern thoughts, all were getting bombarded into the mind on a daily basis. The penchant for reading was so unstoppable that virtually even meals were skipped the moment a new book was available to read.


Silent Valley is a special nature-rich tropical forest situated in Palakkad ,Kerala, On the foot Hills of Western Ghatts, close to the tribal belt of Attappadi. The area was far remote that there was hardly any human habitat in the vicinity.



Protected by the nature from the greedy eyes of humans, Silent Valley had evolved into a complete ecosystem, with a flora and fauna, unmatched anywhere in the world.
It is home to many rare species and is the only place for many of such yet to be extinct ones. It is also one of the greatest continuous stretches you can get, amongst the rain forests of western ghats.




Way back in late 70s ,when I was just learning the first alphabets , Kerala was found wanting in the power required for the consumption of the entire state. Unlike other states, kerala had a large number of upwardly mobile class of people living in villages, who were well aware of their rights and hence had higher expectations of their living standards. That also meant the electrification in Kerala had to happen simultaneously in villages and cities as villages boasted of more electrical/electronic products than cities.(because of the Gulf boom).

The north kerala, known as Malabar was lagging when it comes to electricity as bulk of the power was produced from the newly built Idukki power station in the south. Because of the transmission losses it was unthinkable to transmit the power to feeders in Malabar. Hence the only option they felt was to set up a Hydel Power station in North Kerala itself and they Chose Silent Valley, through which the very Kunthi puzha , a rich reservoir of water, was flowing all though the year.

The freelancers and mavericks amongst the scientist community took on this threat tooth and nail. The Shastra Sahitya Parishad took a strong stand which helped spreading awareness and gave an air or scientific rational to back the protest.

Noted literati figures lead by eminent poet Sugatha Kumari were in the fore front of the agitation. The importance of preserving nature was made aware via various agitations and stage shows.

Noted were the activism shown by famous ornithologist Salim Ali.Much of Parishad Publications had carried articles authored by the respectable yet down to earth luminaries who were mostly science teachers and professors..I was privy to their articles, which of course have set in me the right mindset towards generating interest in science and logic.

Rest is history, the Govt and the Development at any cost - lobby had to relent as a series of court verdicts slowed down the developmental project. Later the center govt passed resolutions barring any development activities in the Valley declaring it as a national park.

I vividly remember the sarcastic reference to the protesters made ,as they were fighting for the cause of "Simhavalan Kurangu" (Lion-tailed Macaque)

Now spotted as one of the richest rain forests in world, Silent Valley and its 90 square kilometers is the pride of Kerala. (You may build your Smart City with in two years. But to create another Silent Valley? It is hardly possible, humanly!)

PS: I see the the young ones of the modern era substantially miss these Parishad literature, which was the hall mark of vibrant young enthusiastic children of our times. Here is a samply copy of Eureka - their publication for children between 7-12 yrs of age. They have 'Thalir' for even younger ones and "Shashtra Keralam" and"Shastra Gathi" for elders.

Click Here to Read a typical eureka edition

Monday, June 1, 2009

ഒരുപാട്‌ സ്നേഹം തന്ന് .. ഒരുപാടു സത്യം പറഞ്ഞ് ..ഒന്നും ഒളിക്കാതെ... എന്നാല്‍ എല്ലവരെയും ഒപ്പം കൂട്ടാനാവാകാതെ മാധവിക്കുട്ടി വിട പറഞ്ഞു... കവി പണ്ടു പറഞ്ഞത് ഓര്മ വരുന്നു...


"കപടമീ ലോകത്ത് ആത്മാര്‍ത്ഥ

ഹൃദയമുണ്ടായതനേന്‍ പരാജയം..."


മാധവിക്കുട്ടി ഒരിക്കലും പരജിതയിരുന്നില്ലെങ്ങിലും അവര്‍ അങ്ങനെ വിശ്വസിച്ചിരുന്നു.. അങ്ങനെ അവരെക്കൊണ്ടു തോന്നിപ്പിചിത്.. കേരളവും ഇവിടത്തെ കപട സന്മാര്‍ഗിക കോമരങ്ങളും അസോയാലുക്കളും ഒക്കെ തന്നെ.. എന്തായാലും..അവര്ക്കൊന്നും മാപ്പ് എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു അപേക്ഷിക്കാന്‍ മാധവിക്കുട്ടി ഇനിയില്ല..


ഇനിയെങ്ങിലും നന്മകളെ തിരിച്ചറിയാന്‍ മലയാളി പഠിക്കുംമെന്ന തീരെയില്ലാത്ത പ്രതീക്ഷയോടെ.. ഇനിയെങ്ങിലും സ്നേഹം തരുന്നവരെ തിരിച്ചു സ്നേഹിക്കുവാന്‍ മലയാളിക്കെ സാധിക്കുമെന്ന പ്രതീഷയോടെ...

ഇനിയെങ്ങിലും കപട മൂല്യങ്ങള്‍ തിരിച്ചറിയാന്‍ മലയാളിയുടെ ബുദ്ധി വകസിക്കുംമെന്ന ഒട്ടുമില്ലാത്ത പ്രത്യാശയോടെ


കുഞ്ഞു നാളീല് ഞാന്‍ വായിച്ചറിഞ്ഞ മാധവിക്കുട്ടിയെന്ന എഴുത്ത് കാരിയുടെ ഓര്‍മകള്‍ക്ക് മുന്നില്‍.... സാദരം.. എന്റെ പ്രണാമം..






Saturday, February 14, 2009

He too lives here!

I am reproducing an old bit of write up from an obsolete blog of mine (posted in another website used for blogging in those times).. Clock was set to year 2005 when this blog was written.. :-) Maybe today being Valentine's day could be the right day to reproduce it...


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I am still thinking about it..And it makes me feel more angry...and sad..

Here was I yesterday, On this very Brigades .Being a Sunday, all colours and hues were on the street..Dressed up stylish as they can..

Me too was not falling behind..With the big Grey tinted spects and posing as a daredevil...(yaa, some wud say...a country look !!! )

It was fun, when ppl avoided eye contacts...as they thought this guy might be upto smthing..I am missing my friends..or else it could have been more fun..

I was walking as much carelessly as I could..Pushing the guys who walked past ..

There were regulars, many of them mallus (I cud easily identify them from the way they stare at the girls..(Buddies I did the same till sm years back..) I was abt to reach the Rex and there was this little boy in his unclean and sagging clothes, carrying a load of bags filled with what I guess is some kinda food ..

He was barely 7 years..and he was carrying a truck load..on his head..Though shabbily dressed..his face was bearing childish innocence, the shine of which none there could match even with their latest makeups..

As he was abt to walk past me, not bothered abt the Davinci Code and abt the hoola bulla of girls who just came out of the shopping mall, His hands were stretched to the extend he could to hold tight the bags and the banana leaves he kept on the top of it..

The street was full of ppl..busy..and cheerful...The contrasting images makes it even more apparent..And suddenly the bananna leaves slipped off as he cudnt hold it firm..

Here he was..His face looking aghast and a visible helplessness was read in his eyes...I was sure that he was afraid abt the scolding and may be the beating he wud get, had he not taken the leaves with him..

He looked back and was looking for his mother or smone who had set it up on his head..But they were lost in the crowd..He stood there trying to pick the leaves in vein..But the sheer weight of the load he carried didnt allow him to bend down..He seems afraid to ask for help.He might have felt that he was in a wrong place where he didnt belong.

The sea of humanity was passing by, but who is there to take notice of the agonies of the ones who aren't fit enough to deserve attention..We are more keen shed our tears for the manufactured sentiments of the sop serials.Groups of boys and girls passed by..The much talked abt emerging youth of India pretended they haven't got eyes..

He expected least from me (I was wearing the Grey tinted goggles!!!!)..there was a real sence of gratitude in his eyes..as I picked the leaves and put under of his little fingers,which ensured to grip as strong as he cud...'thanks uncle' he said in the way he cud..And he rushed to his destination , lest he might get beaten up for being late..

I was thinking..which is the real India...Is it the big pool of neatly dressed up ( I must say I like dressing up and to see ppl dressed up..)guys and girls..or is it this little boy..who is forced to do tough labour when he is supposed to be in an school..or play with his friends..

I am sure The genetic code of his cant be different from that of those arnd..But he can never dream of becoming one like them..As he grows old he will end up carrying more loads on his head..His little brain will be rarely used to think and more used to take orders..

What a shame!The talent of our country is wasted..at such a young age..Even when we have a law to ban child labour.. Are was a civilized society.What human values do we possess..?Why do we call ourselves cultured if we allows a kid to be exploited and his future sealed in front of our eyes..Eyes are there to see.But then why we use it so selectively..hypocrites..You and me..

Bye the way, the blog is not to spoil the cheer of valentine's day .Instead I have a posting specifically dedicated for it here :

http://silentheartbeeps.blogspot.com/



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Thursday, January 8, 2009

Indo European Languages ..!

There is a branch of languages known as the Indo -European languages which includes Sanskrit and Persian bracketed with many European languages .

Did some little research to find out some the common threads existing now between the divergent branches. These words are somewhat straightforward relatives of each other (especially when one consider that the diversity was achieved much before the invention of writing,).Many a study on the roots syllables has revealed the more intricate nature of this relationships- like the "ph' in 'Bhaskar', 'Abha' ,'Shobha'and 'Prabha' indicates light as it does in 'photo', 'photon'..etc

More than anything else this gives a hint of the nomadic nature of the human tribes as they wandered across the grasslands on the earth.

In search of a suitable natural habitat they spread a long way across, carrying with them the myths and the fables..

In Stockholm I was surprised to see 'Sabon' printed on the soap they kept in the room. Made sure that is was not made in India :-

you...thou...thu..

name ...namen...nama

that...thath..

upper..uber..uper

under..anthar..

star...sitar..

better... behther..

wagan.... wahan

ankoman..agaman.

cow..gow..gaay..

man....manav

mind...man

new ..navine

door... dwaar

sabon...sabun....(soap)

night..nox..noxa...nisha

region..rajya..

know..gno..gyaan...njana

nose...nasika

dental...dantha..

heart...hriday..

mather..matter...mathru..

father....pithru..

brother..bhrathru..

folk...log

adam...aadmi..

eve...aurath...

mega..maga(as in magnanimus..)...maha..

ney..nahin..

deep...doobna..

divine .. deva..divya

gait..gathi..

kid .. gudi..gudiya

lad .. ladka

cut … kaat

bind .. baandh

beat..peet

taunt.. Daunh..

mad.. Mada..

tone .. Dhvan..dhvani..

Mud..Mitti.

Body..bathan..

Sir..Sree

rays ..rashmi…

behemoth...bahuth..

body..bathan..

voice.. avaaz

fear.. phaya

practical...prakriti..

new..nova...naya..

path..padh..

earth...dharthy..

ped(means foot ..pedesrian)....pada..

way..voie..veedhi..

is...aus..(sankrit..)

end...anth..

samarth ... smart

mruthyu .. murdur

masmaram -mesmeric



The philosophy of adwaitha says- Thath thvam asi..it is an exact translation of "That thou is " (that u are)