Acrostic of IROM SHARMILA

It is for anyone who is proud of being a

Responsible citizen of the Republic of India ;

Of course, it is for our Honourable President to

Members of all governing bodies in India



Since a decade, not Irom, but one of our fundamental rights

Hangs on the nasogastric tube in one of our own states;

Article 4 and 6 of ICCPR, and 21 of our constitution were

Replaced with an act of killing and raping with impunity;

Making a new page in the history of tolerance and non violence,

Irom Sharmila writes a simple question on the conscience of the

Largest democracy: is it right to deny the right against exploitation?

An emphatic NO is my answer, so I express my solidarity for her mission.








In 1991, the United Nations Human Rights Committee questioned the constitutionality of the AFSPA under Indian law and asked how it could be justified in light of Articles 4 and 6 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights. Article 4 of the ICCPR limits the rights of states to curtail the civil liberties of people living in those states. Article 6 prohibits the taking of human life without due legal process. The AFSPA very obviously disregards that provision, making the UN complaint an extremely valid one.



Article 21: Protection of Life and personal Liberty .

O N V Kurup

One pinch of salt, if we
Never find in the beads of sweat and tears,
Very insular our minds are….
Kerala and Malayalam language
Unanimously salute your achievements;
Returning once more to the courtyard of memories
Unsung heroes who were consigned to the oblivion may sing:
Pelt not your eye sights at the crescent of the golden sickle…

(Congrats to Shree O.N.V. Kurup who won the Janpith for 2007)

(Acrostic of ONV KURUP)

..hmmm, I agree, dad

1
son,
that is not big aapam
that is the full moon
my dad taught me

son
that is not the big light
that is the sun
he taught me

son
that is not the big bee
that is aero plane
he taught me

son
that is not big pond
that is the sea
he taught me

son
that is not the big fan
that is called wind
he taught me

2
Doctor woke me up
I entered into the room
he was on the bed
I noticed his clothes
and bed sheets were wet
I patted on his back
and said “naughty boy”
I changed his clothes
the same way he had changed
my pampers long ago

I fed him
with the spoon
as if it still contains
my nostalgic baby food flakes
he was so comfortable
for he is my new born baby

“dad”, I called him
he did not recognize me
but I clasped him like a child
I caressed his bald head
he pointed afar
and said: “that is aapam”
hmmm I agreed
“that is big light”
hmmm I agreed
“that is big bee”
hmmm I agreed
“that is big pond”
hmmm I agreed

he looked at me
I did not disagree anything
I don’t.. I can't..
Alzheimer’s disease
shall interchange our relations
to return our love and affection
to the source of origin
as part of its medication

Krishna

Inspired by Mallick ji’s write-up on Janmashtami and Varanasi sir’s poem the nectar…

Krishna is a small poem
Reading from the past to the
Infinite future
Similes and metaphors
Harmoniously and richly blended in it
Nectar of everything visible,
And everything sensible weaves in it.
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Acrostic of KRISHNA
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Prem ji, I am deeply touched by your great gesture to capture the Lord by acrostics! You have admirably succeeded. Thank you.

Kumarendra Mallick, Hyderabad
Sep 02, 2010
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Nicely done. Dear Prem, thanks for your poetic response which made me joyful. Best wishes.

V Ramabrahmam, Pondicherry
Sep 02, 2010
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Happy Onam for All

History or myth, the concept of Onam is good:
A generous king known as Mahabali had ruled Kerala
People were content, happy and harmonious then;
Pilfering, betrayal, hording and empty promises were unknown
Years went by, heavenly people got annoyed and envied

One dwarf Vamana, incarnation of Lord Vishnu,
Nicely approached Mahabali to test his devotee’s generosity;
A land of three-foot-long was Vamana’s kind request,
Mahabali agreed; Vamana grew up in his original form

First and second steps of Vamana measured the Earth & Heaven
Of course generous Mahabali went in dilemma for the third;
Requested by Vamana, he offered his head for the 3rd step

A generous king was thus pushed down to the nether world
Leaving time, the King appealed to his Lord, Vishnu, for a boon
Letting him visit his people once in a year; that marks ONAM

(Acrostic of HAPPY ONAM FOR ALL)
Onam is a festival that keeps together all the Keralites worldwide. It is a perfect symbol of Unity in Diversity.
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Prem Nizar Ji, thank you for the Onam wishes. I am a Keralite too and love the spirit of Onam. Happy Onam wishes to all Muse India family members.Regards.
Preeta Chandran, New Delhi
Aug 24, 2010
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Greetings to all on Onam.
Kalyani Kapur, Gurgaon
Aug 23, 2010
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Happy Onam to you and all other Keralite friends. Kudos, Prem.
Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
Aug 21, 2010
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Happy Onam!, Prem Nizar Hameed and all Malayalee Muse Indians.
V Ramabrahmam, Pondicherry
Aug 21, 2010
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Happy Onam dear friend , and to all !
Raj Nandy, New Delhi
8/21/2010
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Hindustan Hamara

We sing: Saare jahaan se achcha Hindustan hamaara…
But we are least bothered to hear from others:
Saare jahaanse achcha Hindustan TUMHAARA…
Between these two lines lies a sea difference
First one is self praise, and the second is real praise
Let us introspect to make others sing.

What do we lack? ideologies? or resources?
Are those not the ones
others timely outsource from us?
We are happy to give them potatoes
And delighted to take French fries in return
They take our Yoga
To design fitness apparatuses for us
(there is a saying here:
Buy milk in the morning
by going by Mercedes
and shed fat in the evening
by walking on the treadmill)

Money? Is it not the same common wealth
(not the Commonwealth games)
Our politicians play with Swiss bank?
“Why do you cut our developments?”
I asked the tailor
He replied: “to stitch the sizable pockets
Of Netas and Babus”

Traditions? Cultures?
Make a round trip in India
And find what we have not found
Courtesy to Kabir Das
We are like musk deer
Searching for what we have in
Only thing is that all the tributaries
Have to confluence at one point

Fellow citizens, here is my freedom message:
No one should divide us, wake up, wake up to the sense of
Unity in diversity, the quality of Hindustan hamaara…
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You may be well aware of the fact that in the present India Kabir Das is a Muslim for some and a non-muslim for others. So neglected. Why?

Nasarudheen.P., Kasargod.Kerala.India
Aug 17, 2010
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Chandra Mouli ji, Rajaram ji, Atreya ji, and Kalyani ,
Your love and lovely words made my independence day graceful. The slogan has that much power, because we make it as the way of our life. Love and warm regards,

Prem Nizar Hameed, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Aug 17, 2010
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Very well said, if only all of us could unite with that ideology, nothing else would be needed. Share your sentiment.

Kalyani Kapur, Gurgaon
Aug 16, 2010
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Prem, what you've spoken out is the heart's yearning of every Indian. A poem of wise and profoundly felt words.

U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad
Aug 16, 2010
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I also agree with your views that none can divide us. "Unity in diversity" is our National slogan.

Rajaram Ramachandran, Juhu, Mumbai
Aug 16, 2010
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Energetic appeal, Prem ji. We love it. Cheers.

TS Chandra Mouli, Hyderabad
Aug 15, 2010
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Energetic appeal, Prem ji. We love it. Cheers.

Unknown,
Aug 15, 2010
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ENT Specialist and I

I was sitting in front of an ENT specialist
Who asked me whether I was in snooze,
Or in booze
To have accommodated such an insect in the ear?

Little Jackson is dead now
Its “thrill” is no more felt in me
Last night when it entered the stage
Before my ear drum
It was doing its final rehearsal
Giving me a whole sleepless night

I used to keep the insect killer
Every night nearby my bed
Like a UN resolution
To just warn them.
My friends used to say
That my stand against
Creature rights violation
Was somewhat outstanding
Like Mahatma’s non-violence

I was the person who fostered them
And I was the victim, too.
(For sure, none of them
Going beyond my border
Will come back alive
My friends are not UN like me
They press the button of baygon
Like war on invertiberate animals
To make the days of insects bygone)

My friends are right
The UN is a publishing house
Issuing out new editions of resolutions
As long as I was not affected by an insect
My non-violence was valid
But when affected,
I was forced to knock on the door
Of an ENT specialist, to take it out,
Dead or alive
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Liked it, Prem.Thanks and Kudos.

Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
Aug 14, 2010
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Prem, You’ve poked fun at the UN resolutions, naturally – the way they’re done and observed – more in violation than in effectuation. Perhaps your innovative poem also takes a dig at the double standards in international relations. Well done.

U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad
Aug 14, 2010
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