Anthropoid (2016) , The Man with the Iron Heart- 2017
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Internal Complaint Committee (ICC)
Centre Department for community development and religion അവിടു
Papa Gunial
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Pa Ranjith
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Native Arts And Fashion Academy in Papa Guinea
ഇെതാരു Oscar entry
ONAM ARRIVES, ONAM ARRIVES
N C Prakash
From backwaters to the city's hum, Father's dream, our heritage become Pookalams blend with urban grace, Welcoming Onam's vibrant embrace
Ona Sadhya, a feast displayed, Each dish, Mother's love conveyed On banana leaves, rice piled high, "Moane, eat well!" her gentle cry
Neighbors come, "Happy New Year!" they say, We've stopped explaining, just laugh it away No phone to call, yet friends arrived, And Mother's bounty always survived
Though time flies at dizzying speed, The echoes of our past we still heed The TV hums with National Day pride, While Onam's warmth too stays by our side
From Kerala to Singapore's shore, Old customs blend with something more In this melting pot, our roots shine through, Dad's plan honored, traditions renewed
MY LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH KERALA
PN Balji
My friends just cannot get it They look at me with bewilderment when I tell them that I had just returned from a holiday in Kerala, the narrow strip of land in the south-west coast of India with a sun-kissed Arabian Sea on one side and a majestic mountain range on the other
Their knowledge of Kerala, and to a great extent India, is dictated by the blood and gore pushed out by TV channels like BBC and CNN I was surprised by how Channel News Asia went on and on about the rape and murder of a junior doctor in Kolkatta
India, especially Kerala, is much more than that. I am a regular visitor, going to Kerala nearly
every year for the last 48 years And it is not just about the house boats, lush greenery, coconut milk-soaked curry and pretty ladies For a 75-year-old man like me, the state opens up attractions and opportunities that Singapore doesn’t provide
There is a lot of space, both physical and political The people I meet can talk about their country in depth; from movies to books to politics, they can talk at length and without inhibitions They don’t look behind their back to see if anyone is watching or eavesdropping Fear is the last thing on their mind During my last trip in June, I detected a growing apprehension against the Muslim community, who live in palatial houses and flock to the shopping malls showing off their branded clothes and jewellery
The statistics are also showing a Kerala that is more prosperous Economic growth clocked 6 6 per cent in 2022/2023, the highest growth in a de cade Per capita income has risen The state is awash with wealth, judging by the number of modern bars and shopping centres being opened
I didn’t fall in love with Kerala at first sight My first few annual trips since 1970 were not pleasant I had to fly to Chennai and take the 11hour night train to Mahe My two daughters hated the journey, especially the condition of the toilets I remember one such train trip from Chennai. Ther human crush on the station’s platform, was challenging, to use a favourite Singapore euphemism
More than 40 years later, Kerala is a changed state I can bypass Chennai, fly direct to Kochi and take a connecting flight to Kozhikode Law and order is good My wife and her sister take an auto from Karaparamba to Kozhikode and return at night I thought they are brave but when I learnt the way police walk the streets, I could sense their confidence They know they are in a safe city Once, I didn’t wear the car seat belt and my wife’s nephew urged me to belt up or face the music “They are very strict here,” he said
As we age, different places become attractive When I was younger, Singapore was THE place to be in Today, it is Kerala; it is a place which offers a happy mix of modern life and a slow-paced journey that throws up opportunities to smell the roses and soak in an unhurried pace of existence
A JOURNEY TO TIBET
Subu Iyer
Traveling is a wonderful way to explore the world and I did exactly that A journey of a lifetime, a journey to Tibet and explore the deep snow-clad mountains that lay further up North After clearing immigration, the routine of paying a visit to the lounge continued as I picked up bottles of water and then decided to walk around the airport Between walks, tweeted BCCI on the bad Indian cricket team selection for their tour of North America (yes,the Yankees now play cricket too)
The journey has thus started as I wait to be boarded on to my flight to Kathmandu “Landed, taxing to gate” – my first message on landing at Kathmandu Small airport with no flashy facilities Transportation by bus is how we go from the tarmac to the immigration point Immigration was a breeze and hardly took a minute to clear Collecting baggage, finding the travel desk and going to the hotel was all like clockwork Prima facie, Nepal was welcoming
Day 2 – A Day Out in Kathmandu
Nepal has a population of 35 Million with 85% Hindu and the rest practicing Buddhism, Islam and Christianity The day started with a healthy breakfast of Upma, Idli and Poori Sabji Met a few people who were part of my travel group to Kailash at the hotel lobby Impromptu we decided to go on a road trip and so it started We hired a van and first drove uphill to a temple called Jal Narayan or Budda Neelakant temple Legend goes that the place where the temple exists was a farmland and belonged to this person named Budda Neelakant One day he started to till his land and chanced upon this idol Since this idol was found in the land of the old man it was named the Budda Neelakant temple The water surrounding the temple they say streamed down the mountain There are other smaller temples surrounding the precinct with bhajans and chanting going on continuously
Second pit stop was the Boudhyanath temple
This is a Buddhist temple and holds the distinction of being the second biggest stupa in the world The first being in Myanmar
Nothing much to see or do, but to go around the temple As one goes around, the practice is to rotate the drums that are placed along the surrounding walls of the temple Opposite the temple we visited a monastery and offered our prayers to Buddha The interesting part of this visit was a walk into a painting school where we got a glimpse of how Mandala’s are drawn The work is very intricate and detailed The mandala has four entrances and each sets a pathway towards the center of meditation
Blending into the five elements of nature before starting to meditate elevates our journey towards peace
Lunch was next and we dared to try the Nepalese thali It was a bowl of rice, curd, rasam and a mixed sabzi of beans, potato and cauliflower Specific instructions were given to the cook as to not add any msg whilst preparing the food The food was heartily prepared and deliciously devoured as hunger was at its peak
With lunch out of the way we made our journey towards the old capital of Nepal, called Bhaktipur The name means town of devotees We were told that 90% of the population in this town were Hindus and the rest Buddhists There was a palace visit and a walk around some temples Most of the structures in this town were destroyed due to earthquake and restoration work is in progress The palace was built by a Mala king who was originally from Rajasthan
Concluded the day with a simple dinner of dal, rice and sabzi Tiring day but we still have to prepare for our visit to Pashupatinath temple tomorrow Wake up call has been set for 430 AM Looking forward to a good night’s sleep in preparation for another long day
Day 3 – Shiva Calling
Had breakfast around 7 am and set out for a morning outing by 830 The first pit stop was Patan Square This again was a palace and darbar built by a Mala king We spent a good one and a half hour there listening to some history about the place, which sincerely went unheard The next point of visit was the famous Pashupathinath temple On the way we happened to walk into a house where the Nepalese claim one of the three living goddess lives We got on opportunity to visit her too Kumari, or Kumari Devi, or Living Goddess –Nepal is the tradition of worshiping young prepubescent girls as manifestations of the divine female energy or devi in Hindu religious traditions Please refer to Wikipedia for more information
Pashupathi means ‘Master of animals’ another name for Shiva The legend goes that in Pashupathi is the forehead of Shiva as he stretches all the way to Kailash The idol itself has four faces Westface Satyojatha, Northface Vamadeva, East face Tatpurusha and Southface Aghora It was a divine experience Prayed for the wellness of all living beings in this planet, ‘Loka Samastha Sukhino Bhavantu’ Dinner was served and we collected our duffle bags which will be used for our onward trip from Kathmandu
Day 4 Lazing in the room
Nothing much to be done as we had a free day to get ready for our onward journey We were advised to do a rain check on our items and do last-minute purchases if any Bags had to be repacked to be more compact and for easy transportation
Day 5 To Lhasa
Brought back memories of reading Tintin in Tibet Son of a Gun, it was already exciting just thinking about landing in Tibet We drove down to Kathmandu airport and flew down to Lhasa by China Airlines It was a smooth flight and the view was not that amazing Was hoping to see Mount Everest and was also seated on the right side only to be disappointed by the over laying clouds Landed in Lhasa and the first impression was fantastic Have to admit that the Chinese government has done a fantastic job with the airport as well as the highway to the city
Day 6 Temple and Monastery
Tibet has a population of around half a million with 60% being traditional Tibetan, 39% Chinese and the rest termed as others The day started with satsang followed by breakfast It was a day of acclimatization for altitude The first half was filled by a visit to a Tibetan temple called the Jokhang Temple A very important temple to the local Tibetans The highlight of the visit to the temple was seeing people of all ages, irrespective of gender, doing the full prostration
The goal is to perform 108 naman at one go This is done either in the morning or evening
Returned to the hotel for lunch and set out for a drive in the afternoon Blistering Barnacles! I was reminded of captain Haddock as we were treated to a philosophical debate between monks The guy standing would ask the guy sitting a question and expected a correct answer
Partially correct answers are given a soft clap and a wave round the head which signifies that the answerer has to become wiser If the answer is fully correct there is silence If the answer is wrong, there is a hard clap It was interesting I must admit It was dinner time by the time we got ready for our ride to Shigatse
Day 7 In Shigatse we arrived
Left the hotel at Lhasa after breakfast for a 6hour drive to Shigatse, the second largest city in Tibet The drive was pleasant and all credit goes to the Chinese government for paving such a smooth highway
The best part of the drive was having the great river Brahmaputra flowing parallely along until Shigatse Shigatse is a small town predominantly populated by Chinese The change in weather was immediately
experienced as the feeling of dryness in the air and a dip in temperature wasn’t easy to adjust to But as humans, we have learned to adapt fast to different conditions and that is exactly how it went We were treated to a great Indian dinner with jeera rice, potato sabji, beans and cauliflower sabzi, roti, papad’s and bitter gourd fries
The day ended with a medical check and we retired for the day
Day 8 To Saga we go
Saga is the third city in Tibet and is an army base for the Chinese A quiet town with a few hundred habitants
The road journey to Saga was very scenic with snow clad mountains and again the river Brahmaputra for company We will be going to the start point of the great Brahmaputra tomorrow
Saga is at a height of 15400 ft above sea level and the altitude was playing on our minds Long breaths to fill up the lungs was the way to go and we were thoroughly enjoying it Everyone was trying different techniques of breathing to remain in high spirits
We did our regular medical check on arrival, followed by dinner and then a walk down the street Not many shops but wherever we went the shop keepers did not speak English It was fun trying to communicate when either side was not able to comprehend anything It was 10 PM by then and time to sleep We were advised not to shower for the next 5 days until our return back to Saga from Kailash as a bath disturbs the equilibrium within us and at high altitudes it starts creating problems
Day 9 Mansarovar
A long 9-hour drive was ahead of us and we started preparing for the same at Saga We were allocated a room in the third floor with no lifts At 16,000 ft with oxygen at its thinnest our hearts were working hard to pump out the blood But all was well
We started our drive around 8 am in the morning and after driving through 3 checkpoints arrived at the holy Mansarovar Upon arrival at Mansarovar we got our first glimpse of Kailash I was stunned to be standing in front of this great mountain which is termed as a mystic rock
Day 10 – Stunning Mansarovar
Mansarovar – A lake filled with life Chirping birds and sea gulls freely glided above the lake and when hungry hunted for fish below them
It was a serene and quiet atmosphere with a scenic beauty which only the naked eye can capture Manasarovar is surrounded with mountains and the shore itself is a great place for meditation, with lush green grass and a peaceful environment to support the search for inner peace The sunrise was stunning with a string of yellow at the tip of the mystic rock, covered by snow One gets a view of the south face of Kailash from Mansarovar The South Face is said to receive the maximum snow and the most difficult face to navigate as well
Day 11 / 12 – The Mystic Kailash
The day started with breakfast and medical checkup Unusually high blood pressure was a trend during this trip, thus creating a level of anxiety in me and among a lot of my fellow travelers The altitude and Diamox, the so-called magic tablet for altitude acclimatization, were the culprit they said So, we took the message in our stride and marched on towards our destination “The Mystic Kailash”
A 90 minute drive from Mansarovar to Darchen took us closer to Kailash The excitement was at its peak, but the peak was still a bit away In technology terms a bit is a small unit of a byte but here it was unmeasurable
We reached Darchen and had to go through a process called selecting the porter Porters are local inhabitants who provide assistance with one’s backpacks and walk the path with you to your final location The Porters are selected via a lottery system If you want a porter, names are written in pieces of paper, thrown into a bottle and each one is given a chance to pick a piece
The name that appears in the chit one picks will be the porter accompanying one with one’s backpack
After this process of porter selection was done, we started off on our walk The first gate to be passed is Yamdwar A small gateway that everyone has to go through as we set on our slow-paced walk to the North Face After offering a small prayer, the journey started The valley through which we passed had a stream of water on one side and huge muddy mountain/s (similar to the Grand Canyon) on the other As we walk through the terrain, one could see monasteries at the top of these mountains Pony’s and all-wheel drive vehicles did pass along, used by those who prefer not to walk the 14km to The North Face
The gigantic peak towered above the rest of the surroundings, thus making a human being seem like a speck of dust The surrounding mountains were all mud but for Kailash, which is a Black Rock with a blanket of snow just over itself It is amazing that no other peak had snow, except Kailash It was a mesmerizing experience, something beyond description and uncapturable via any lens The naked eye view cannot be beaten by all the click/s that taken through expensive lenses
West face of Kailash on our right, rose up with a crown of ice, as we walked through The locals have built a prayer stone covered with prayer flags As we viewed the peak of Kailash (West Face) we offered a small prayer and marched forward to Dirapuk After a trek of 5 hours, we reached Dirapuk from where The North Face of Kailash is visible Our room had “Kailash View” Kailash seemed just a couple of km away from where we stayed
On day 11 we trekked up 500 meters closer to Kailash Had a small mediation session with the sound of Kailash stream flowing on the right, thus setting the right ambience to attain some level of enlightenment if at all any was possible Spending some alone time with Kailash was a peaceful experience
Day 13 / 14 / 15 / 16
The day started early as we began our return trek from Dirapuk to Darchen We had 5 hours of trek in front is us after the satisfying time with Kailash Relishing the time spent there, we slowly began our trek back
Once we reached Darchen, our long 12 hour ride to Saga by road started Exhausted and hungry we reached Saga around 2200 hrs A hot shower is what I was looking forward to It was refreshing and after a light dinner we retired to bed in preparation for our next long drive to Shigatse
Day 14 was a 9 hour drive to Shigatse We reached the hotel around 1800 hrs First shot was at dinner Special mention has to be given here to the dinner We relished the “Vethalkozhumbu” a delicacy from Chennai, India and “Batata Vada” a delicacy from Mumbai, India
Day 15 was a 6 hour drive to Lhasa Not much to describe as it was just an evening of chilling out with chili pakodas and masala chai
On Day 16 we prepared to take the flight to Kathmandu We thanked, tipped and bade good bye to our friendly Sherpas, who become our best friends at altitudes of 6000 meters It was a rainy morning and we had to beat the chill as we marched towards the airport entrance The excitement of going home, kept all of us in high spirits We reached Kathmandu around 1300 hrs and were led for lunch straight away Excited was I as my return flight to Singapore was just 24 hours away
Day 17 – Home sweet home
Started with breakfast Since I had a good 18 hours before boarding my return flight, I decided to get a tattoo done at Thamel Thamel is an area in Kathmandu frequented by foreigners With deals galore it is a paradise for shopping addicts Did a bit of shopping and also spent 3 hours getting a tattoo done at “Jads Tattoo”
Left for the airport at 1900 hrs Reached home around 7 am the next day and was glad to be back with my loved ones after a tough 18 days journey This journey was an experience that cannot be expressed in words Made some new friends, met a few hard-working individuals (porters, sherpas and volunteers) It was learning journey of a different dimension which opened up a path to think about life from another perspective
SNEHAM ONAMANU (FRIENDSHIP IS ONAM)
Jentry Johnson
In the mid-September of 1978, Ramesh boarded the local compartment of the Jayanti Janata Express from Thrissur station after a week-long Onam celebration In spite of being the president of the Kanakamala Arts and Sports Club, he found no available seat in the fully crowded train Amidst the swelling crowd and rising discomfort, Ramesh steadied himself with resolve and determination, bracing to carve out a place for himself in the city of dreams As the train meandered through the damp and arid forests, a cascade of thoughts occupied his mind his bedridden father, his industrious mother, and his elder sister who had already surpassed the traditional age of marriage The nineteen-year-old, sporting a thin mustache, was burdened with responsibilities
He neither harbored complaints nor shirked from his family’s daily needs Armed with only a pre-degree certificate and a rudimentary grasp of broken Hindi, he managed to secure a menial job at a cotton mill in the slum-ridden, marshy expanse of Sion Despite the grueling hours and meager wages, Ramesh faced each challenge with an unwavering smile The oppressive heat and squalid living conditions scarcely fazed him Amidst his relentless toil, the modest savings he painstakingly amassed each day served as a constant reminder of the promise he made to his friends: "Adutha onnathine nattile vanne adhiche pollik kanam" ("We will reunite for next year ' s Onam celebration and make it unforgettable")
After months of tireless work and steadfast determination, Ramesh a succeeded in saving enough money and securing a two-week leave, pre-approved by his Rajasthani boss When questioned by his employer about his intention to return home, Ramesh eagerly described the ten-day festival in Kerala, detailing everything from " onna paattu" to " onna thallu," "pulikali" to " onna sadya," in his broken Hindi but with unbridled enthusiasm With genuine excitement, he even extended an invitation to his boss to visit Kerala and partake in the Onam festivities, though the boss politely declined
Finally, the much-awaited day had arrived Ramesh took a final look at his suitcase and checked the items he was carrying from Bombay to Kerala The so-called Bombaywala had packed some packets of dry fruits, stainless steel utensils, a Crompton ceiling fan, a shirt piece for his father and uncles, sarees for his mother and elder sisters, all purchased from the Dadar supermarkets He had also added a bundle of foreign chocolates to his collection Just as he was about to leave, he heard a knock on his door It was Mayur Kamble, his fellow mill worker Both of them worked together at the same mill
Mayur was facing an emergency His mother was seriously ill, and he needed to urgently leave for his native place to see her
The boss was reluctant to grant him leave since Ramesh and had already taken leave, and having two workers absent could affect the company’s production Mayur needed to go to Kolhapur to see his critically ill mother The boss finally agreed to grant Mayur leave on the condition that he would be able to convince Ramesh to cancel his leave and resume his duties Ramesh didn’t know what to say; his excitement diminished into sadness At the same time, he felt compassion for Mayur’s helpless situation
The next day, Ramesh walked out of the Kerala Transport Service hub after sending his Onam gifts to his family He swiftly walked to the Matunga bus stop and boarded the BEST bus Amidst the hustling noise and traffic, Ramesh silently imagined the Onam celebrations in his village back in Kerala He smiled and realized a truth: a true Malayalee is someone who never leaves a fellow being in helplessness; he will always act for them in their time of need
After a forty-minute journey, the bus reached the gates of his mill With a newfound smile and determination, he walked to the gate, chanting the words of his friends "Adutha onnathine nattile vanne adhiche pollikkanam" ("We will reunite for next year ' s Onam celebration and make it unforgettable")
CLAY SCULPTURES
Dr Premraj K K
He lit the small pyre and a cigarette The first smoke mingled with the smoke of the pyre Cigar is the norm oh Yes we can get cigars and beedi too
Yellow and red light filled the yard His shadow grew as large as the house in that light
The pile was full of baby sculptures Seen amid the golden flame, human figures Eyes and claws can be seen They will doubt whether they are smiling They are getting a new life Baked clay sculptures are always very strong He let out a puff of smoke and said "You must be strong before you see the outside world, this fire will give you strength or else others will destroy you "
He looked inside the house and called "Dear daughter Hita Hurry up Hita "
He put his head towards the fire and looked He backed away when he got smoke in his eyes "Hita Dear, when the fire burns, the embers burn hurry up these figures are saying that they want to talk to you "
His daughter came running with her father, leaning on her father She raised her hands and showed happiness
She asked, like a dialogue in a drama “Oh sculptures are you fine come all of you and join with me, Let’s build a new world ”
She looked at fire and started counting the number of sculptors
He laughed very loudly was it a laugh! The flames flickered
Hita a child of eighty-nine years, ran around the fire He ran after her
Even when his daughter stopped running, he kept running The circle of that race became bigger and hit the boundary wall
When the fire was extinguished, he came to his daughter She had fallen asleep where she was sitting
He took her inside the house Her mother sleeps unaware of this As his daughter lay close to her mother, her mother moved to the side of the bed and give her space to lay down
The next morning, before the sunlight hit branches of Mango tree, he got up and stood in front of the pile, looked around Then he blow into the bundle pile The ash flew away Taking black tea in one hand and sculptures in the other hand, he blew into it
Look at the sculptures Everything is looks fine He prided himself on his sculpture making
Sculptures of about the same size all about half feet tall It cannot say that all are like human beings
He smiled and said, “You all have names, listen That will be told by my daughter now you are all just sculptures after you are named, you will only be called by name ”
He took them all and placed them in the verandah In a row "Hita please wake up your friends are standing here "
Daughter came She asked "Daddy, are there no animals and birds "
He said: "We made all those before isn’t it? " She nodded and agreed
She named everyone those names only she knows only she can tell She told me each one's name several times brand new names!!!
She placed them on the wall one by one She herself brought a big box it was full of paints
Mother called from inside “Dear Hita Do you brush your teeth now Then only I will give tea ”
She ignored it and took out the paints Picking up each of the sculptures, she began to paint them Very carefully, no drop should spill off on dress She got lots of brushes in the paint bod, small to large
Some of the sculptures are green, some are saffron, some are white Some sculptures will have multiple colours, like dress will have one colour, skin will another, over coat another etc
She didn't ask for anyone ' s opinion Everything was on her own accord
Hitha asked, "Dad, how do you make so many sculptures? One is not similar to another one ” He laughed He thought for a moment how to explain to his daughter
"My hands sculpt the shapes that come to me, each one that comes to my mind My dear takes care of it all by giving it life You bring it all together Know this much now
She didn't understand anything She looked at her father and showed wicked face “Have you showered? Call mom and tell her ” He went inside the house Entered the kitchen and called "Hey wife are you making breakfast or not should I make it ?"
He made breakfast himself and put it on the table
“Honey, you and mother come to have breakfast” he said and went outside
The light wind of that morning blew away the ash from yesterday's fire A few small pieces of wood remained
He threw his shoulder bag around his neck and hurried away He flipped his long hair back and let it fly in the wind The cigarette smoke drifted back and melted into the breeze
Then Hita ate breakfast at home and continued playing with sculptures A few are taught kitchen work, taught how to perform puja How the choir sings in the church for them she
recites hymns and sings church songs rings the bells Few idols are placed on their knees
Salah is recited Lamps are lit, Salah is recited Lamps are lit, aroma sticks are lit
Everything was done by them
Female statues serve food All the dishes are placed there She is serving separate food for vegetarians and also for meat eaters There are different meats like goats, buffaloes, fish and pigs are served
When she serves it with sculptors, she asks if we want the next one or this one
After that she gives food to those who have served food
Then everyone is told to study They are seated in different places and given books
The idols were given books to study according to their age For children’s their favourite books given She tears out pages from her textbooks and gives them to everyone The names of the books were written on the paper, all the same books from father's bookcase It also has sculptures that love literature
And the Ramayana Bhagwat Gita, Bible and Quran, all kinds of books You can also see some screenplays When one notebook was finished, she went inside to get the next notebook
Then he was choosing paints at a paint shop
He usually prepares the canvas himself There are all kinds of materials in the house Cutting tools, nails and glue etc So he can make it in any size he likes That is why his pictures will last for a long time He makes pictures for himself then if some people are interested in buying then he will sell There is a shop in the city where they occasionally buy his paintings Their price is different, very low price but they buy eight or ten pictures a month Various sizes He doesn't sign any of it, that's a fact
Suddenly it happened, the can of acrylic paint fell from his hand, and the can came open and the paint spilled out It was a red in colour, dark red The red of the setting sun
He threw away everything in his hand and ran out The shop keeper did not say anything Because he is familiar person
Hita who went to the house to take the note book was scared The statues are all became monstrous
Some statues in green robes are running behind her some of them are standing at the door of the house with swords shouting “kill her” Those dressed in saffron are watching everything without saying a word some are standing with their heads down Some pray
Some, shirtless, stand dumbfounded, some laugh But some speak something in a language that neither the hearers nor they or anyone else understands Hita ran inside the house in fear Screamed for help Still they were running after her, with deadly weapons
When he ran home, he saw his daughter's clothes being torn off a sculpture He heard noises from the house Some sculptures are standing idle in the verandah of the house They were whispering to each other
He called out and said, “Sculptures, leave my daughter “Just leave she has done nothing ”
Then a sculpture said, “You made us, but she yes she named us all She taught us That's what she did wrong She won't be left alone ”
He said: “Didn't she feed you didn't she love you leave her alone ”
The sculptures shouted: “No, she will not be left she is the cause of everything ”
He cried again and again and fell on the floor
Still they shouted
Some of them mutilated her Her blood flowed down the steps of the house
He got up and took the ‘thinner’ that was used to add to the paint from outside the house and poured it on the verandah of the house He took a cigarette from pocket He lit the cigarette and thrown in to the ‘thinner ’
The whole house caught fire he burst out laughing he called out “My dear I can do only this with you, let those monsters whom you raised go too I am coming with you I am the cause of this ”
He ran into the burning house still with the cigarette on his lips
