Scribbler Maverick

It can be safely said that the Communist Movement in Kerala is bereaved of a genuine and authentic form of narration of its own. In case it owns one that it owes  to the camp of its enemies; real and imagined. today, its official ideologues and the sympathetic-emotional followers of the Movement say that there was a past in which the leaders and followers of the Movement alike made selfless sacrifices for the common-good of the society, well-being of the Proletarians and finally, for the healthy development of the Movement. Here the thread of the narrative is much obvious; that they posit a "golden age or "past" of the Movement. here the crisis is two fold; in the first place, the form of narration itself is not of Communist and the second one is that the "Meaning" of the narrative is unmapped in the annals of history. let's expand the first one,namely, the form of narration, a movement that is pledged to the Teleological-Linear growth of history resorting...

1. We deny ladders and places to some writers on account of their unnatural inclinations towards romantic sentiments and sensibilities. P. Padmarajan is one among them; but perhaps he may be the one and only writer, as per my little knowledge, who considers Man as an unfathomable riddle (to put in one of his favourite terms, “Prahelika”) consisting of labyrinthine knots and NOTs. Really a death blow to the Freudian advocates of female Histeria. 2. Another romantic who drives my attention is, of course, K. Surendran who in Maranam Dhurbalam makes an astounding remark that a posted letter does never belong to the post-box. Here, the poet-protagonist is describing his first child. Though she was conceived in and delivered by his wife, it actually belongs to his lover Mayamma. 3. Even the most subversive and bohemian forms of artistic expression could not disown the Oedipalised strategies of familialism. When Salvador Dali became unfavourable to the dons of Surrealistic Syndicate, they be...