Kakkan

Thumbaippatti village of Madurai once had a fresh water pond “Oorani”. Only savarna people are allowed to enjoy water from this pond. So called lowborns had to adjust with the mucky water outside of the village. But one boy was not inclined to do the adjustment. One day he walk upright through savarna street and show his rage by drinking water from Oorani. Though they crucified him, this ruction handover the flame into nearby areas and created new dawn to the oppressed people. This boy was then renowned as a character of non-controversial honest staright-forward politics. His name is Kakkan.

P. Kakkan

Hunger for dalit freedom forge him to work for Harijana Seva Sangham from school days itself. Kakkan along with A Vaidhyanatha Iyer led dalits to enter inside Madurai Meenakshiamman temple in 1939 was a revolutionary event. Kakkan joined Indian National Congress at the time of National movement. He had met Gandhi during his visit to Madurai and accompanied in his travel. Kakkan was impressed by Gandhiyan ideologies and thereafter he identified himself as Gandhiyan. British arrested him for participating in the Quit India movement and beaten up in the lockup for five full days.

He was dying and taken to hospital in a mule charabanc along with dead bodies, fortunately succeeded death by margin of hair. But sooner he was send to Alipura central jail in Andra. Whip and hunger tested him. Two years of severe imprisonment straw his pulp.

He was elected from Madurai during the first general election of Independent India. Being the second self of Kamarajar, Kakkan becomes the precident of Tamilnadu congress committee after 1957 election. Kakkan becomes the first person from an oppressed community to become a precident in the history of congress. He was taken the charge of the police, electricity, welfare of sheduled caste and sheduled tribes, food and consumer affairs, Irrigation, alcohol prohibition and animal husbandry ministries. He build Mettur and Vaigai reservoirs. He played vital role in executing Kamarajar’s revolutionary midday meal scheme. He opened more than hundred schools especially in under developed villages. He started Tamilnadu Agricultural university. He economically protected the agricultural societies of Tamilnadu. He was the first to give structure to Tamiladu vigilance and many more.

Success stories apart, after the defeat in 1967 election Kakkan had to vaccate from govt guest house and had to walk from streets to streets for a rented house. There was no surprice that he only posses two pair of khadar and a cheppal to his name since he gave all his salary to various welfare funds. He always refused to use ministerial luxuries for unofficial activities including party meetings. One day he was traveling through local bus to attend congress public meeting and he was the transport minister then. Unfortunately he didn’t had enough money to take the ticket. Even the bus conductor and passengers requested him to stay in the bus, but he travelled some distance corresponding to the money he paid and walked the rest!

After the death of Kamarajar, Kakkan was retired from active politics. Later he was diagnosed with arthritis and admitted in Madurai govt hospital. It was during that time MGR visited the hospital to seek the welfare of Madurai Muthu (Ex mayor) had also look over the fecilities in local ward. MGR was shocked to see Kakkan lying on naked floor. He immediately ordered doctors to take him to special ward and gave money for the treatment. But Kakkan kindly refused the money with a smile. It of no doubt that MGR who passed the bill for free transportation and free medical aid for ex ministers had seen Kakkan in his mind.

In 1983 december 23rd Kakkan passed away. In lot of ways I feel so guilty for not cherishing the valued contribution of Kakkan. This generation barely know his name. No one built memorial for him. Nither showered flowers on him nor recited poems…

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tozhar R. Nallakannu


Politicians are all liars” is something what I’m suffering from my childhood. Apart from a twelve mark Mahathma Gandhi and Salt Sathyagraha in textbook, no one talk to me about good politicians. Why are we so forgetful??
Put aside the emotional hype their politics bringing in, we need to go back to what is important. We need to celebrate them for being morally upright and gentle in speech.

thozhar R. Nallakannu ☭

With hundreds of thousands of men away fighting during the second world war, labour shortages became acute and British were in need of Indian manpower. Mahatma Gandhi asked Indians to not cooperate with the English men. So Britain promote their biased war policies and British side of world war 2. They set up a British friendly drama in a local school of Tirunelveli. Nallakannu, the school boy entered in to the scene and protested against British imperialism with a earth breaking battle cry. The story of tozhar Nallakannu begins here.

As a adherent of Gandhi, he joined Tirunelveli Hindu college for higher studies, where he was brutally beaten by British sepoys and get dismissed from college for initiating “Vellayane Veliyeru” movement. The sixteen year old then understand that Gandhiism won’t give him the liberation he wanted; while Jeeva’s communism seemed to be ultimate adobe of just and best supported his revolutionary credos. This communism made him to work for suppressed people, had stayed with them, had food with them and taught them how to fight for their rights.

Independent India banned communism in 1948 in the name of revolutionary insurrections across the country. The leaders were hunted one after the other. Nallakannu went underground, holding his party in one hand. Nallakannu continue to speak communism to his people through red posters and rude wall drawings.

On 1949 Dec 30, cops arrested him from Puliankulam. Police boomed hundred questions one after the other. Patrol boots tasted his flesh, lathis soaked in blood. Nallakannu utter nothing. Provoked by this, an officer lit a cigar and started to burn his rugged brave mustache bristle by bristle and fumed Nallakannu’s lips. But he remain unshaked.

Finally he was given a life sentence of 14 years upon anti government activities. Imprisonment fueled socialist within him in the company of left books. Quoting his “Meesayai pudungiya pothilum..”, he challenged bourgeois – government monarchy by throwing myre of his mustache at it. There after he removed his mustache as a mark of his protest.

Released from jail, Nallakannu continue to revolt for temple entry, walking through public roads, land ownership and most importantly he restrained casteist fanatics of southern Tamilnadu. He is a great environmentalist, put an end to the sand mafia in Tamirabharani and Kaveri rivers through a 21 day hunger strike. In 1985 he single handedly abolished the horse race court plan in Coutralam water falls. His protest against CAA along with youngsters at the age of 94 was remarkable. He devoted his life for the unreserved and their fight backs.

This man who show up in old mucky getups, who gave all the money in his pocket to party and to farmer’s associations, who sleep in party office and bus stands, who do politics for poor strays refugees was given failure failure and failure only by his fellow people in every general elections.

In 2019, Nallakannu was asked to vacate the house he was living in and now reside with his daughter in a rented house. Among the corrupted politicians taking bribe and live with all luxury, Tamil people and communist party was failed to celebrate tozhar Nallakannu.

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An Alt-Ant

I saw an ant. He is sitting on my nose. So unlawful. And.. just a title before I kill him, I think about his life, family and his rule of living..

May be he is a family man, love to travel, love to be home. He may loved everyone. But’ what if he is an orphan??

May be he can play a little violin, he may wrote poems. A charcoal artist. But’ what if they call him “dump”??

May be hundred times he’ve been interviewed, still jobless. Empty pockets. But’ what if he still think of ruling the world??

May be he is an introvert, he may find his dream girl in the real world. Her endless love. But’ what if he is broken??

May be he said ” I’m broken” and wished someone to hear him. But’ what if no one loved him??

May be he had friends. A smiling friend, a loyal friend, another friend. A sister. But’ what if he is in the second stage of PTSD??

And why do he come to me?

May be he want to know the story behind my tattoo. My story? But’ what if he came to know that??

Damn.. I killed him.

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Rastafarian

I drink water. I get sunlight. I am just a herb with complex emotions..

Gloomed dreadlocks. Soot of cannabis. My kind of war-everywhere philosophy. But everything is not fine. I choose to smoke the weed simply because it is black man’s faith. I do respect my body and what it is.

God, the cause of all, is one. I saw my god in red-yellow-green stain. The symbol of martyrdom of past rastafari

Africa… my version of Zion. She is my paradise on the earth. I still remember her in a essay of poignant smile. One day i return to her, holding our emotional warmth that they take away from us.

The corrupt Babylonian system down pressed her. Colonialism separated us. One great love is killed diplomatically. Life being a total fear fest choreographed completely in a downward Oscar slavery.

One day everything will be fine. One day she is going to have so much of self love and i never settle her for anything less than what she deserves. I’m a crying cub. Rastafarian!!

Your wound is probably not your fault, but your healing is your responsibility

– Denice Frohman

Mystikos: Initiatory rites of the pagan mysteries

By control of feeling is not meant restraint or supression of your feeling, but’ rather the deciplining of self to imagine and entertain such feeling as contribute to your happiness “

– Neville Goddard

It is so beautiful to think about my people and how we believe the earth is made. Everything is not changed… still i die away.

I believe in hundred things; hundred things that rest of world never admit. Somewhat a vagabond with loose morals. In the virtue of thoughts, i hate being a household for too long. But i wont search my soul in the land of mandakini. It is not a predestined fate, but my un-answered wish. No more aspirin. No more exorcism. Just a female consciousness.

Thou art all fair,my love; there is no spot in thee ” – Song of Solomon [ 4:7 ]

The Cristephor columbus followed a hunch. When he is north, poise magnetizes!!