ടി.പി വധത്തെപ്പറ്റി കവിത അമേരിക്കന്‍ ബ്ലോഗില്‍

10 Nov 2012


കൊയിലാണ്ടി: ടി.പി.ചന്ദ്രശേഖരന്‍ വധത്തെ അപലപിച്ചുകൊണ്ടുള്ള കവിത അമേരിക്കയില്‍ നിന്നുള്ള ബ്ലോഗില്‍ 'ദി ക്യാമല്‍ സലൂണ്‍' എന്ന ഓണ്‍ലൈന്‍ കവിതാ ജേണലിന്റെ നവംബര്‍ ലക്കത്തിലാണ് കവിത പ്രസിദ്ധീകരിച്ചത്. 'നോട്ട് ജസ്റ്റ് എ നെയിം' എന്ന കവിത കൊയിലാണ്ടി ആര്‍.ശങ്കര്‍ മെമ്മോറിയല്‍ എസ്.എന്‍.ഡി.പി യോഗം കോളേജ് അധ്യാപകന്‍ വിനോദ് കുമാര്‍ എടച്ചേരിയാണ് രചിച്ചത്. ഫേസ് ബുക്കിലും കവിത ഇതിനകം ചര്‍ച്ചയായിട്ടുണ്ട്. ഒഞ്ചിയം വെറുമൊരു പേരല്ലെന്നും ഒരു വികാരവും ചെറുത്തുനില്പിന്റെ പര്യായവുമാണെന്നും പറഞ്ഞാണ് കവിത തുടങ്ങുന്നത്. ചെറുത്തുനില്പിന്റെ യഥാര്‍ഥ പിന്‍ഗാമിയാണ് ചന്ദ്രശേഖരനെന്നും 51 വെട്ടുകള്‍ കൊണ്ട് അവര്‍ വികൃതമാക്കിയത് സ്വന്തം മുഖങ്ങള്‍ തന്നെയാണെന്നും പറഞ്ഞാണ് കവിത അവസാനിക്കുന്നത്.

വിനോദ്കുമാര്‍ എടച്ചേരിയുടെ 'ഫ്രോഗ്‌സ് ഇന്‍ ദിവെല്‍', 'എക്ലിപ്‌സ്' എന്നീ രണ്ട് ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് കവിതാ സമാഹാരങ്ങള്‍ പ്രസിദ്ധീകരിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്. വിദേശ കവിതാ മാഗസിനുകളില്‍ എഴുതാറുണ്ട്. കവിത താഴെ വായിക്കാം.

Not Just A Name
Vinodkumar Edachery

Onchiyam-
It is not just a name
A passion, a synonym for resistance
Against oppression
It seethes once again
With utter rage
Shouting fiery slogans-
Always proud of its brave sons
You, the last of martyrs
True inheritor of the spirit
No lesser than an idol
Posed a menace to the corrupt
Never compromised with principles
Sacrificed all prospects for the ideal
Throughout your life
They followed you like cowards
Under cover of darkness
To inflict 51 gashes on the face
In a calculated move
Giving no chance even to scream

Oh! Brave Martyr
They really feared you
Your idealism, steadfastness
Integrity, compassion, commitment
And the indomitable will
You inspired the crowd with frenzy
You were riding a bike, they, an Innova
That shows the difference, true
You wanted them to correct their ways
To stick to the ideals
Like true Marxists
For you felt they had gone too far
From its fundamental tenets
But it was hard for them-
A going back to fundamentals.
So they took the easiest way
They decided to eliminate you
With brutal barbarity
You were hacked to death
There were 51 stabs on your lovely face.

You were not ready to relent a bit
They too….
You will not deviate from tenets
They, from rashness
You could attract the crowd from their fold
Like a magnet
Mingled with laymen like old comrades
Came to their help in all their needs
No matter whether wedding, feast or funeral
Shared their joys and their woes
Like one of them, you were a brother to them all

They began to lose parliament seats
The party had to bow its head
All arrogance gone
You reminded what they had forgotten
A going back was hard for them
So there was no other way
They did just what they could.

You couldn't forgive their deviation
They couldn't forgive your fervour
Your death created a furore
You grew in stature, bigger than ever
Ready to devour them all
It exposed the wicked, the selfish
The vested interests
The betrayal with a wedding letter
How your name turned a hymn of hope for all
Deemed more dangerous than the bourgoise
The common enemy of all Communists-
Racked none their brains to analyse
They tried hard to deceive the cops
And blindfold the eyes of Truth
With all wiles, like the sticker 'Masha Allah'
To shade it all a communal hue
Maligning air with blatant lies
Sieging courts for trying convicts
Blocking normal life with hartals
Snubbing martyrs as renegades-
Sheer gimmicks to calm the sheepish ranks
How vile it's all, what a shame!
That you were called a renegade, how perverse!
Fie upon them! They are incorrigible.

They unleashed terror to destroy you
Disfigured your face with 51 stabs
Which really disfigured their own faces
True, it is they who really lost their face.

I always wondered at your power
Listened to the speeches in amazement
Anxious to see how you challenge a Titan
A David against Goliath
You started soon the mending work
When they derailed from the tenets
Still you could do more than Hercules did
Who had really inspired you
But who can trust they will mend their ways
As Hercules did?
No, they can not.
You said to them, 'this is not the way'
Certainly, you had the right
You were in their fold from your teens
You were well-versed in Marxism
Instructed the rank and file about true path
They cut you into pieces in your 51st year
When you turned a rebel
You were the true son of Onchiyam
So you could not compromise like others
They were aware of your prowess
Feared the welcome you enjoyed
They in jeopardy found their ways
When you formed a new outfit
And people flocked round the pen
Seeking shelter under the roof
And saw a saviour in your words
Then they came to win you over
With a lot of allurements
But you stood adamant
Refused to make adjustments
To you, ideals were more important
Than anything else.

That night I couldn't sleep
For several nights sleep didn't come to stay
The evil had the victory-heart throbbed
It is as if they plucked the Sun from the day
Moon from the night
You knew the murderers were after you
Still you took no caution
They came in a group with weapons
You travelled alone, armless
Riding a bike, that made things easy for them
The whole state was terrified
Everyone deplored the act in severe terms
The mighty tree was felled
But your death was not in vain
It exposed the real culprits
Brought their ugly faces to light
The fire it instilled in raging hearts
It will take time to extinguish
You became a martyr
Like a true comrade of Onchiyam
The land of martyrs
For denouncing corruption in strong words
You lashed at the vices
From toe to crown
They tried to make you look like them
A ploy that didn't work, like Masha Allah
They didn't think that you are invincible
That you had no death-your ideals
That you had a charmed life
Like Caesar you proved stronger in death
You are not just a name
A symbol, a stone, a stubbornness.
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