Bhopal cries again

Adil Zubair
Bhopal, M.P, and 8-6-2010: Bhopal cries again, after 26 years. The unbelievable Bhopal tragedy came again like an unsatisfied judgment from Indian judiciary.In 1984, the tragedy happened in Bhopal, like a Hiroshima. Thousand of people killed by the leak of tank E-610, fully with methane izo cyanide. In 1960 Warren Anderson who was an American citizen established union carbide international limited. In 1894, when a laborer in this factory was washed with carelessness. Unfortunatly water entered the tank and it reacted with methane io cyanide. After that it broke.And thousands of people breathed that air and they was died. The owner, Anderson didn’t think about nature and peoples.Yesterday the Indian judiciary judged the tragedy. But there were no argument about the Anderson. So the people reacted against the judgment and they say that “The Indian judgment erect more Anderson’s”

A walk with Appu

Sindoori .R.Nair

My sixty days of vacation have passed very fastly because of tuition .Even though i have got a little time to read a short story which was written by M.T.vasudevan nair .The name of the story was "oppol".The characters in this story  "oppol"was, oppol and oppols mother.It was an interesting story which produces eagerness in the readers mind. Appu is a boy who loves his oppol and hate his mother because she shout at oppol but oppol is very sympathetic, poor Appu and reader at first thinks that appu has no father or mother.But it is very pathetic to under stand that his oppol was really his mother and who was not at all married .Thus her mother was always angry at oppol and Appu.Upto the end of the story Appu dont know that oppol is his mother .But towards the end oppol's mother compelled her to marry someone and go .But Appu doesnt know anything about this.The last part of the story in which Appu calls his oppol back was very pathetic and really eye drops came out from my eyes when I was reading it.

Saramago, a reminiscence

Akshaya B Raj
José de Sousa Saramago,(16 November 1922 – 18 June 2010) was a Nobel-laureate Portuguese novelist, playwright and journalist. His works, some of which can be seen as allegories, commonly present subversive perspectives on historic events, emphasizing the human factor.Saramago was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998. His books have been translated into 25 languages. He founded the National Front for the Defence of Culture (Lisbon, 1992) with Freitas-Magalhães and others. Saramago was born in 1922 into a family of landless peasants in Azinhaga, Portugal, a small village in the province of Ribatejo some hundred kilometers northeast of Lisbon. His parents were José de Sousa and Maria de Piedade. "Saramago", a wild herbaceous plant known in English as the wild radish, was his father's family's nickname, and was accidentally incorporated into his name upon registration of his birth.

He became a member of the Portuguese Communist Party in 1969 and remained so until the end of his life. Saramago was also an atheist and self-described pessimist. His views have aroused considerable controversy in Portugal, especially after the publication of The Gospel According to Jesus Christ.Members of the country's Catholic community were outraged by Saramago's representation of Jesus as a fallible human being. Portugal's conservative government would not allow Saramago's work to compete for the European Literary Prize, arguing that it offended the Catholic community. As a result, Saramago and his wife moved to Lanzarote, an island in the Spanish Canaries. Saramago's novels often deal with fantastic scenarios, such as that in his 1986 novel The Stone Raft, in which the Iberian Peninsula breaks off from the rest of Europe and sails around the Atlantic Ocean. In his 1995 novel Blindness, an entire unnamed country is stricken with a mysterious plague of "white blindness". In his 1984 novel The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis (which won the PEN Award and the Independent Foreign Fiction Award), Fernando Pessoa's heteronym survives for a year after the poet himself dies. Additionally, his novel Death with Interruptions (also translated as Death at Intervals) revolves around a country in which nobody dies over the course of seven months beginning on New Year's Day, and how the country reacts to the spiritual and political implications of the event. Using such imaginative themes, Saramago addresses the most serious of subject matters with empathy for the human condition and for the isolation of contemporary urban life. His characters struggle with their need to connect with one another, form relations and bond as a community; and also with their need for individuality, and to find meaning and dignity outside of political and economic structures.Saramago died on 18 June 2010, aged 87, having spent the last few years of his life living in Lanzarote, Spain.His cremation took place in Lisbon, with his ashes being scattered in his birthplace of Azinhaga and in his home until his death, Tias in Lanzarote.

A Terrifying Tragedy

                     Akshaya B Raj   

                                       Third day of December 1984 dawned like any other day in Bhopal. As usual, every one went on their routine. Actually, it was not an ordinary day for Bhopal, an absolutely  black day. It was on that day the Bhopal disaster or Bhopal gas tragedy, an industrial catastrophe occurred at the Union Carbide India Ltd (UCIL) pesticide plant in Bhopal. At that time UCIL was the Indian subsidiary of the U S company Union Carbide Corporation (UCC) itself now a subsidiary of Dow chemical company. Around midnight on the intervening night, the plant released methyl isocyanate (MIC) gas and other toxins resulting in the exposure of over 500,000 people. Beyond them 8000 died within the first weeks and other 8000 have since died from gas related diseases. Though scientifically some reasons and explanations are there for the explosion, according to the mothers, wives, fathers, children who were expecting the pleasant presence of their beloveds and endears in their abodes, the cause of their favorite’s severance was not only gas made one but also the incursion of some evil fairies of the company. The incident made their mind as a nimbus just before a rain. Indeed, in the court of verity also this judgment got more hang than the scientific reasons. Dozens of their relatives were writhing in agony due to the explosion. Death was a welcome relief to those victims.

                                                Even after 25 years when hearing the name Bhopal the horrible, terrifying inhuman pictures are coming to our mind. Shattered human organs, skull of children, decayed dead bodies. Really an unbelievable reality! Even the disaster paved way for many economical and social crisis or problems, the unbalance originated in the minds of Bhopal manhood was much heavy than it. In short, Bhopal witnessed for an unexpected melt down. Defacto it happened by the carelessness of Warren Anderson, CEO of Union Carbide at the time of disaster. Because of him, the Bhopal Mata lost her stream of humanity. Though the lost could not do anything on him until the last week, now after 25 years a court in Central India ruled that seven top executives and the company they worked for are guilty for their rule in the 1984 industrial disaster. The seven former employees

 ·  Keshub Mahindra, former chairman of Union Carbide India Limited

·  V.P. Gokhale, managing director

·  Kishore Kamdar, vice-president

·  J. Mukund, works manager

·  S.P. Chowdhury, production manager

·  K.V. Shetty, plant superintendent

·  S.I. Qureshi, production assistant

have been convicted and sentenced to punishment. The judge imposed a 2 year prison term and fine about 1 lack each after convicting the men of negligence causing death endangering public life and causing hurt. Really what an injustice ruling is this? Is the 2 year imprisonment and 1 lack/- fine is the reply for the value of 50,000 human life or the ache of 1 lack person’s endless tribulation or the burden of physical- mental weakness, which have been relayed through generations? Else, can it give back the thousands withered away before a quarter of years? Never. Then on what basis or humanistic concept the court had made such a verdict. At least we had to catch the corrupt Warren Anderson. Even I know his presence will not give back the faded lives, as human beings how we can suffer the luxurious life of a man who extinguished the breath of our amiable persons. Anyhow, the events in Bhopal revealed that the expanding industrialization in developing countries without concurrent evolution in safety regulations could have catastrophic consequences. The disaster demonstrated that seemingly local problems of industrial hazards and toxic contamination are often tied to global market dynamics. The tragedy of Bhopal continues to be a warning sign at once ignored and heeded. Bhopal and its aftermath were a warning that the path to industrialization for developing countries in general and India in particular is fraught with human, environmental and economic perils. The Indian economy is growing at tremendous rate but a significant cost in environmental health and public safety as large and small companies throughout the subcontinent continue to pollute. Far more remains to be done for public health in the context of industrialization to show that the lessons of the countless thousands dead in Bhopal have truly been heeded

Nosgey of memories to Kovilan

Akshaya B Raj

Kandanisseri Vattomparambil Velappan Ayyappan (9 July 1923 – 2 June 2010), better known as Kovilan, was a Malayalam novelist. He was considered to be one of the most prolific writers of contemporary Indian Literature.He won the Kerala Sahitya Akademi award in 1972 and 1977 and the Kendra Sahitya Akademi award in 1998. He was also a recipient of the Kerala state government's highest literary honour Ezhuthachan Puraskaram in recognition of his outstanding contribution to Malayalam literature. He had been a Fellow of the Sahitya Akademi since 2005.
Kovilan was born in Kandanisseri near Guruvayur in Thrissur district, Kerala, India on July 9, 1923. Kovilan had his early education at the Kandanisseri Excelsior School and Nenmini Higher Elementary School. Kovilan entered Pavaratty Sahitya Deepika Sanskrit College at the age of thirteen. From 1943 to 1946 he worked at the Royal Indian Navy and from 1948 to 1968 in the Corps of Signals.
Kovilan was also selected for the Mathrubhumi Literary Award instituted by the Mathrubhumi Printing and Publishing Company Limited in 2009. Kovilan published eleven novels, twelve short story collections, three essay collections and one play.
He stands apart by originality in his themes, sharp characterisation and piercing quality of style. He also has had a profound influence in literary and cultural spheres over the last several decades.
Works of Kovilan
The following is a list of the works of Kovilan in Malayalam language.

Novel
* Thattakam (1995), Janmantharanngal (1982), Bharathan (1976),
Hhimaalayam (1972), Thottanngal (1970), Thaazhvarakal (1969),
Ezhamedangal (1965), A minus B (1958), Thakarnna Hrdayanngal (1946)

Novelette
* tharavaatu (1963), boardout

Short Story
* Kovilante Kathakal (1985), Therannjeduttha Kathakal (1980),
Aadyatthe Kathakal (1978), Sakunam (1974),Pittham
Thervaazchakal (1971), Ventamkati (1969),
Oru Kashanam Asthi (1961),Orikkal Manushyanaayirunnu (1960),
Ee Jeevitham Anaathamanu (1957), Oru palam Manayola (1957)

Essays
* Atmabhavanngal (1995), Kathayum Kathakalum
Kovilante Lekhanangal)

Play
* Ninte Viswaasam Ninne poruppikkum (1957)

A cow in the match

Abhijith.A
In this vacation, I went to my mother’s house. From there I played cricket with some children. We started to play in the ground just near a house which owned by an old man. There was a cow tied in a coconut tree far away from us. One among us hit the ball for a six, but unfortunately, the ball reached on the cow. By seeing this old man came and replaced the cow from there, tied it beside our boundary line, and scolded us for a long time. Even though we continued the play really, we were afraid of the cow that whether he revenge on us by hitting. However, we went ahead. When the ball moves towards the cow, no one had the bravery to take the ball. At last, a courageous one took the cow and we played till 3:30 without eating the launch. It was one of the thrilling experiences in this vacation.

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An unexpected adieu

Akshaya B.Raj
Actually vacation means the period when schools and colleges are closed and the time to make the mind ready for a fresh year by recalling the last academic year and enjoying the each and every second as much as possible. However, according to me the last two months were not as a vacation period. Because I was bounded to go to the tuition classes from March itself. As going to school every day with textbooks and note books. Even though I liked to celebrate the vacation, some internal inducement compelled me to attend the classes.
Unfortunately, some accidental events took place in my life throughout these months. The most salient among them was the loss of my lovely cousin sister Chinnu. She was in the clutches of heart complaint from born itself. Even with the deep prayer and entreaty of each of my family members, on May 10 she uttered adieu to the whole world and flew away to the heaven of angels. The shock or impact that this incident made in our mind was intolerable. Quite an unexpected farewell! Nevertheless, even now none of us could not realize the fact that she is no more. She was very lovely, smart, cute, cheer full, dapper and everything. Even though she lived here only eleven years, the memories that she made in the mind of each and every person who knew her had a lot of years old, because it was much deep and touching. She wrested the love and care of all us through her character. She made us to laugh a lot when she was alive but the sorrow that she gave at last was much more. Really, I wondered why the God gave such a fate to this cute child. Once I heard from somewhere that God calls his sweet hearts first, and I am sure Chinnu should include in that list. My sister who played with me, slept beside me before a few days, disappears from this world within seconds! Oh, God I cannot realize it even now . But one thing I know,
None of us bring anything when we born,
None of us takes anything when we go back
Therefore, I can do only one thing that to pray for the peace rest of her soul.
Even after this incident my sister got high rank in medical entrance exam we were not in a mood to celebrate it, the sadness that Chinnu gave us was much bigger than that happiness.

Tottochan, the star

Pournami. P.V
The book that influenced me most in these hot summer days was Tottochan, a famous story written by Thethusco Kuroyangi who was a famous TV programmer. The story was so famous among the people in Japan and it helped to change the minds of many children in jails.
The story begins with the admission of a student in a school. Beyond a story, it is an autobiography of the girl hero Tottochan. This story depends on the life of a girl when she was studying in lower classes. The specialty of the story is that the writer describe her experiences with all its purity.
Here in the story she says about her famous school days. Tottochan was a naughty girl in that time and she liked to do all mischievous activities beyond her age. She always disturbed the other students by opening a box in which she kept her pencils and other tools. In addition, she compelled the street singers to sing for long time and they felt very revenge towards her. Like this, she made some bad impression on teachers and at last, they were compelled to shift her school. However, her mother was not ready to do this and she tried her best to make her behavior a good one. But at last without recourse she changed her school to Tomo where the headmaster was Sosacu kobayashi. In that school, there was no necessary benches and desks. But there were some small seats like that of in trains and in that school the children had the right to select and study the subject which they liked and the students were given much priority. They were given the freedom to do some extracurricular activities. As a result, the school became a dreamful one among the children. But unfortunately the school was demolished during the second world war.
When we go through this story, we can conclude that it has some peculiarities in shaping the life of a man. Oh God! What a story. I am longing to read it once more; an ever-memorable month had withered away giving some good experience.

A dreadful vacation

Sreshma.C.K
A joyful sixty days passed away from me. I know it will not come back again to make my life a joyful one. But that dedicated many glace full and remarkable experience to me. Many accidental or unexpected events that occurred in my life. Some time it brought me to the world of sympathy, imagination or in a cherish full. So all these made my valuable time in to joyful one too.
But l think that this summer hot reveled to me some fatal and mournful events such as the blew up of the aero planes with one hundred and fifty six travelers, the explosion of train and the farewell of some of my friend. Among them, the thoughts of the life of a soldier made so disturbance on me.
In second or third week of my joyful days, I offered to behold the film Keerthichakra without the disturbance of any one from its beginning to end. Really, through a simple film the director could narrate all the pathetic conditions of a soldier. The director has the capacity to aware the people about the adventure life of warrior. And I could feel the pathetic condition of soldier who submits their worthy life for their motherland. Soldier is not a soldier of fortune he save his land without expecting any valuable thing, they think that their family is their country. His inmates are the people in the country. So they work hard to save their family from the enemies. A bullet can easily take the life of a good soldier within a second but can it give such a person? And the condition of other soldiers who lost their friends through an operation. They may be in the world of happiness just before the operation. But the God showered black flowers…No I can’t tell it.
After this film, I needed some more time to come back into my normal condition. Really, the film touches my heart. Even in the incidents I tried to get, some cherish full days to my life.
At June first the world of knowledge attracted by me and I again start to study the enjoyable things. And I hope a more fantastic vacation again.

My vacation

Nivedhitha.P
I could not utilize the vacation in a perfect order. In my opinion, I spoiled my vacation by going to the tuition classes. I like to read books and it is one of my hobbies. The last month of ninth standard, I planned that I want to read books of high readability. However, the thing is that happened opposite to my plans. I listed so many books but I got only one book ‘Delhi’ written by M.Mukundhan, a best-known writer in Malayalam. We call him as Mayyazhi’s storywriter. He has written so many books of high readability. The Delhi was one of his famous books in Malayalam. In this story, he narrates the pathetic condition of youth in that time through his character Aravindan. I have already read some book published by M.Mukundhan. However, when I read this book a feel of attraction came to me. It is the victory of the author. When I read the novel, it attracted me from his part and thought that a character in this story. I don’t know how to express my feelings. It was a bombastic and elegant experience for me. In this story author had introduced another style of language. When compared to the ‘Keshavante vilapangal’ the new style of language influenced me very much and he has drawn so many pictures through words it created great refreshment in my mind. It is an ever memorable story in my life.

The moment with my teacher

Shobila T P
One more vacation also withered. But among the earlier vacations I think this has some more peculiarities. The last vacation that would be enjoyable in our life.
This year two thousand ten has a peculiarity that it is the year to have a census whole the country. As in all houses in my home, also a teacher came to have a census. Fortunately or unfortunately, the teacher studied me in forth standard. His name was Narayanan. Seeing him, I was surprised. I was so happy and I could not speak to him. Because I was seeing my teacher after several years.
Before starting his writing, he asked me several things that related with my education. After taking the notes, he advised me to study well. He told some more things about the higher studies. When he returned I was so sad. Each word he told echoes in my ears even now. I was very pleasure to see my teacher again. Moreover, I am very grateful to God to have a meeting like this and to give such a moment to me.

It is too difficult to study

 Akshaya B Raj
Typical academic year for a student
1)Sundays-52 Sundays in a year,you know
   Sundays are for rest. Days left-313
2)Summer holidays-50 where weather is very
   hot and difficult to study, Days left 263
3)8 hours daily sleep-130 days gone
   Days left 141
4)1 hour for playing daily, physical exercise is so important.
   It means 15 days.Days left 126
5)2 hours daily for food and other delicacies
  (chewing properly and swallowing)It means 30 days.Days left 96
6)1 hour for talking.See man is a social animal
   It means 15 days.Days left 81
7)2 days Pooja holidays.Even touching books is prohibited.
   79 days left.
8)God's grace is  indispensable.So at least 30 minutes for praying per day.
   It means 7 days. 72 days left.
9)Exam days per year at least 26 days.Days left 46.
10)Other festivals holidays (Onam. X-mas, Bakred,Independence day........,)
     strikes -38 days gone. Balance 8 days.
11)Sickness at least 5 days. our environmental situation is so pathetic
     and possibilities for epidemics is very high.Days left-3
12)2 days for functions and movies. Only 1 day left.
13)That one day is our birthday.How can we study on that day?
     Balance 0
               Then how can a student study?

The drama of life

Sreehari.V.K.
In my vacation,i was chanced upon to see a begger who was made a begger by chance,who became a Begger by hard working.He came into my house with bare legs ,with an ugly face.Still he was hoping for something . He also had an untidy walking stick.I, with eagernes,revealed upon the mystery behind the shady corners of his life.oh!..what a sacrifice his life is?..Eventually the stories of hard working and self reliance,waved from him got stuck into my ears like a thorn , it moved me deeply . He had a small family in chennai. He doesn't want to blame the rich.Neverthless, He wanted to acquire sufficient bread for his family.His wife,a worker produces Rs/-80per day by working in the fields for hours.
He believes in faith,but "almighty washed off the hands on helping him",Yes he was cutoff from humanity.Can't you believe?.He step up & down life easily like a crawling baby. "For him life is like a drama in which every one plays the role very well".But he failed in acting the life,which he had.All the powers are like a butt for him,because he knows, that there was'nt any power."A Light That Lights A nest Was Put off ",.....He was no more there in streets to beg "He Rest's In Peace,""The walking sticks stand still.Yes at last he could sleep peacefully,he was my "Ecstacy","he was my "inspiration" But the drama must go on forever...Its the universal law.We must believe it "For everything there 'll be an END for Thou & me, it can't be changed"


"Head away, to head, to head to dead"-Sreehari.V.K.

Spoiled days

Anand Krishnan.S
The last vacation was not at all interesting. I was caught by the evil spirit of tution.it was like a reckless driving. I was not at all practiced with good manners. There was no relevance in saying that it was a vacation. I was only entertained by the swimming pond nearby my house.Actually I was compelled to rush along with the tic-tac sound of time. Like a dinner dash, I rushed always. No time to eat, no time toplay, no time to watch hbo and star movies were the main problems. The lighting and thunder made my pc to rest long in its digital heaven. My way to get peace relief was hearing loud noises of rock music’s from my bassbooststereo phone. In sum the vacation bought metro collapsed occasions.

Old man and Sreehari

Amal S Kumar.
In the vacation there was nothing special about me, every day morning wanted to go to tuition classes and at evening came back. Every day it continues as a habitual action. Every afternoon of tuition, we went the road below the tuition class for play; it was the only relief to us. But one day while we are plying in the place of an old man, he came with angry and shouted us. We were playing at a very height place from road. We all jumped down to road and ran away. But sreehari couldn’t jumpfrom the height. He was very fear. Soon the old man came and shouted sreehari.he heard all the scold words of the old man, after the old man left he came to us aim a shameful face.

Julius Ceasor

Ritwik S.B

I read the story of great emperor name Julius ceasor. His kingdom was not only Greek but also other states’ strangely attracted towards his story. He had confidence, willignes to do any work and flow of love. He was like a bee. He was always moving around flowers. Flowers considered as countries. Later the bee was sucking honey from it. Julius had the capacity to understand enemies and truest friend. He was foe for enemies. His friend killed him. He loved Brutus more than his life. When he had tried to kill him Julius said’ you are too Brutus”. It was a heart moving story. The light of Greek had gone.