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Monday, January 3, 2011

Trees --

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

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And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

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Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.


This poem has inspired many and several videos are produced and are available in You tube. In various web sites on poetry this poem is available. simply to promote the environmental awareness with spirituality I post this with courtesy


The famous Letter of Chief of Seattle

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land.

But how can you buy or sell the sky, the land?

The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. all are holy in the memory and experience of my people.


We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins.

We are part of the earth and it is part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our sisters.

The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers.

The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.


The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.

If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred.

Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people.

The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst.

They carry our canoes and feed our children.

So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.


If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh.

The wind also gives our children the spirit of life.

So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.
Will you teach your children what we have taught our children?

That the earth is our mother?

What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth.

All things are connected like the blood that unites us all.

Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.

Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.


One thing we know: our God is also your God.

The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
Your destiny is a mystery to us.

What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed?

What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires?

Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone!

And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt?

The end of living and the beginning of survival.


When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here?

Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?


We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.

So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it.

Care for it, as we have cared for it.

Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it.

Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.
As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land.

This earth is precious to us.

It is also precious to you.
One thing we know - there is only one God.

No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart.

We ARE all brothers after all."

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Chief Seattle's
LETTER TO ALL

Chief Seattle (more correctly known as Seathl) was a Susquamish chief who lived on the islands of the Puget Sound. As a young warrior, Chief Seattle was known for his courage, daring and leadership. He gained control of six of the local tribes and continued the friendly relations with the local whites that had been established by his father. His now famous speech was believed to have been given in December, 1854. There are several versions of his letter; the following was provided by Barefoot Bob. The gemerally accepted version of speech was published in the Irsih Times on 04-06-1976. But the genuiness of the letter is controversial. It is said that the speech was actually written by a Hollywood screen writer in the 1970’s for the movie “Home – Four Wagons West”. There are lot of controversies over this much publicized letter.It has almost achieved a mythical dimension. As always, myths die hard. Whoever wrote this, it serves as a good striking weapon in the hands of vibrant environment movement. That is why I post it here. It serves a good purpose, then it should be read and reread again and again.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

DADDY - a poem by Sylvia Plath

DADDY


You do not do, you do not do

Any more, black shoe

In which I have lived like a foot

For thirty years, poor and white,

Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.


Daddy, I have had to kill you.

You died before I had time--

Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,

Ghastly statue with one gray toe

Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic

Where it pours bean green over blue

In the waters off beautiful Nauset.

I used to pray to recover you.

Ach, du.


In the German tongue, in the Polish town

Scraped flat by the roller

Of wars, wars, wars.

But the name of the town is common.


My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.

So I never could tell where you

Put your foot, your root,

I never could talk to you.

The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.

Ich, ich, ich, ich,

I could hardly speak.


I thought every German was you.

And the language obscene

An engine, an engine

Chuffing me off like a Jew.

A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.

I began to talk like a Jew.

I think I may well be a Jew.


The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna

Are not very pure or true.

With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck

And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack

I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,

With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.

And your neat mustache

And your Aryan eye, bright blue.


Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika

So black no sky could squeak through.


Every woman adores a Fascist,

The boot in the face, the brute

Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,

In the picture I have of you,

A cleft in your chin instead of your foot

But no less a devil for that, no not

Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.

I was ten when they buried you.

At twenty I tried to die

And get back, back, back to you.

I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,

And they stuck me together with glue.

And then I knew what to do.

I made a model of you,

A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.

And I said I do, I do.

So daddy, I'm finally through.

The black telephone's off at the root,

The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--

The vampire who said he was you

And drank my blood for a year,

Seven years, if you want to know.

Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart

And the villagers never liked you.

They are dancing and stamping on you.

They always knew it was you.

Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

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when you skip through the pages of news papers and stream through the channel news , one may find many a fathers are now languishing in jails for the crimes and offences they committed to their innocent little daughters. This poem may offend many, but it is a sad but true statement in harsh words. And it should be said so. Detailed studies are available in various web sites and also in wikipedia.

posted with the intention to make the fathers more sensible.....!

SpiritualStories by Anthony de Mello

1. Socrates And the Marketplace

True philosopher that he, as, Socrates believed that the wise person would instinctively lead a frugal life. He himself would not even wear shoes; yet he fell under the spell of the marketplace and would go there often to look at all the wares on display.

When one of his friends asked why, Socrates said: "I love to go there and discover how many things I am perfectly happy without."

2. True Satisfaction.

A Quaker had this sign put on a vacant piece of land next to his home: "THIS LAND WILL BE GIVEN TO ANYONE WHO IS TRULY SATISFIED."

A wealthy farmer who was riding by, stopped to read the sign and said to himself, "Since our friend the Quaker is so ready to part with this plot, I might as well claim it before someone else does. I am a rich man and have all I need, so I certainly qualify."

With that he went up to the door and explained what he was there for. "And art thou truly satisfied?" the Quaker asked.

"I am, indeed, for I have everything I need."

"Friends," said the Quaker, "if thou art satisfied, what dost thou want the land for?"

3. BUDDHA Threatened By Death.

Buddha was once threatened with death by a bandit called Angulimal.

"Then be good enough to fulfill my dying wish," said Buddha. "Cut off the branch of that tree."

One slash of the sword, and it was done! "What now?" asked the bandit.

Put it back again," said Buddha.

The bandit laughed. "You must be crazy to think anyone can do that."

"On the contrary, it is you who are crazy to think that you are mighty because you can wound and destroy. That is the task of children. The mighty know how to create and heal."

4. A Miser’s Death

A miser had accumulated five hundred thousand dinars and looked forward to a year of pleasant living before he made up his mind how best to invest his money, when suddenly the Angel of Death appeared before him to take his life away.

The man begged and pleaded and used a thousand arguments to be allowed to live a little longer, but the angel was obdurate. "Give me three days of life and I shall give you half my fortune," the man pleaded. The angel wouldn't hear of it and began to tug at him.

"Give me just one day, I beg of you, and you can have everything I accumlated through so much sweat and toil."

The angel was adamant still.

He was able to wring just one little concession from the angel.
A few moments in which to write down this note:

"Oh you, whoever you are that happen to find this note, if you have enough to live on, don't waste your life accumulating fortunes. Live!

My five hundred thousand dinars could not buy me a single hour of life!"

5. A Damned Devotee.

The devotee knelt to be initiated into discipleship. The guru whispered the sacred mantra into his ear, warning him not to reveal it to anyone.

"What will happen if I do?" asked the devotee.

Said the guru, "Anyone you reveal the mantra to will be liberated from the bondage of ignorance and suffering, but you yourself will be excluded from discipleship and suffer damnation."

No sooner had he heard those words, than the devotee rushed to the marketplace, collected a large crowd around him, and repeated the sacred mantra for all to hear.

The disciples later reported this to the guru and demanded that the man be expelled from the monastery for his disobedience.

The guru smiled and said, "He has no need of anything I can teach. His action has shown him to be a guru in his own right."

6. Going to Heaven.

A priest walked into a pub, indignant to find so many of his parishioners there. He rounded them up and shepherded them into the church.

The he solemnly said, "All those who want to go to heaven, step over here to the left." Everyone stepped over except one man, who stubbornly stood his ground.

The priest looked at him firecely and said, "Don't you want to go to heaven?"
"No," said the man.
"Do you mean to stand there and tell me you don't want to go to heaven when you die?"
"Of course I want to go to heaven when I die. I thought you were going now!"

7. Nagarjuna and Thief

The great Buddhist saint Nagarjuna moved around naked except for a loincloth and, incongruously, a golden begging bowl gifted to him by the King, who was his disciple.

One night he was about to lie down to sleep among the ruins of an ancient monastery when he noticed a thief lurking behind one of the columns. "Here, take this," said Nagarjuna, holding the begging bowl. "That way you won't disturb me once I have fallen asleep."

The thief eagerly grabbed the bowl and made off
, only to return the next morning with the bowl and a request:

"When you gave away this bowl so freely last night, you made me feel very poor. Teach me how to acquire the riches that make this kind of lighthearted detachment possible."

8. Nonoko and Thief

There was an old Zen master called Nonoko who lived alone in a hut at the foot of a mountain. One night while Nonoko was sitting in meditation, a stranger broke into the hut and, brandishing a sword, demanded Nonoko's money.

Nonoko did not interrupt his meditation while he addressed the man:

"All my money is in a bowl on the shelf up there. Take all you need, but leave me five yen. I have to pay my taxes next week."

The stranger emptied the bowl of all the money it held and threw five yen back into it. He also helped himself to a precious vase he found on the shelf.

"Carry that vase with care," said Nonoko. "It will crack easily."

The stranger looked around the small barren room once more and was going to leave.

"You haven't said thank you," said Nonoko.

The man said thank you and left. The next day the whole village was in turmoil. Many people claimed they had been robbed. Someone noticed the vase missing from the shelf in Nonoko's hut and asked if he, too, had been the victim of the burglar.

"Oh, no," said Nonoko. "I gave the vase to a stranger, along with some money. He thanked me and left. He was a pleasant enough sort of fellow, but a bit careless with his sword!"

9. Sufi and the Inn

Sufi of forbidding appearance arrived at the doors of the palace. No one dared to stop him as he made his way right up to the throne on which the saintly Ibrahim ben Adam sat.

"What is it you want?" asked the King.

"A place to sleep in this inn."

"This is no inn. This is my palace."

"May I ask who owned this place before you?"

"My father. He is dead."

"And who owned it before him?"

"My grandfather. He is dead too."

"And this place where people lodge for a brief while and move on—did I hear you say it was not an inn?"

10. Heart of a Mouse.

A mouse was in constant distress because of its fear of the cat. A magician took pity on it and turned it into a cat. But then it became afraid of the dog.

So the magician turned it into a dog. Then it began to fear the panther, so the magician turned it into a panther. Whereupon it was full of fear for the hunter.

At this point, the magician gave up. He turned it into a mouse again saying, "Nothing I do for you is going to be of any help because you have the heart of a mouse."

11. Only a Visitor

In the last century, a tourist from the States visited the famous Polish rabbi Hafez Hayyim. He was astonished to see that the rabbi's home was only a simple room filled with books. The only furniture was a table and a bench.

"Rabbi, where is your furniture?" asked the tourist.
"Where is yours?" replied Hafez.
"Mine? But I'm only a visitor here."
"So am I," said the rabbi.

12. Realism.

A gambler once said to the Master, "I was caught cheating at cards yesterday, so my partners beat me up and threw me out of the window. What would you advise me to do?"

The Master looked straight through the man and said, "If I were you, from now on I would play on the ground floor."

This startled the disciples. "Why didn't you tell him to stop gambling?" they demanded.

"Because I knew he wouldn't," was the Master's simple and sagacious explanation.

13. Hyena and Monkey.

A monkey and a hyena were walking through the forest when he hyena said, "Each time I pass by those bushes there, a lion jumps out of them and mauls me. I don't know why."

"I'll walk with you this time," said the monkey, "and side with you against the lion."

So they started to walk past the bushes when the lion pounced on the hyena and nearly mauled it to death. Meanwhile, the monkey watched the proceedings from the safety of a tree that he had run up the moment the lion appeared.

"Why didn't you do something to help me?" moaned the hyena.

Said the monkey, "You were laughing so much I thought you were winning."

14. MOTION.

To the disciples who were always asking for words of wisdom the Master said, "Wisdom is not expressed in words. It reveals itself in action."

But when he saw them plunge headlong into activity, he laughed and said, "That isn't action. That's motion."

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.................whenever you feel down and find nothing inspiring, try to read the stories posted in the following web site. it will surely enliven and enthuse you. ........... a good site to better your outlook & perspective

http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story

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Zen stories- the best ones

1. A Cup of Tea

Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.

Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.

The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"

"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"

2. The Burden

Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk across because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.

In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, "Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?"

The elder monk answered "yes, brother".

Then the younger monk asks again, "but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?"

The elder monk smiled at him and told him " I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her."

3. Finding a Piece of the Truth

One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, "A piece of truth."

"Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?" his attendant asked. "No," Mara replied. "Right after this, they usually make a belief out of it."

4. The Other Side

One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, "Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river"?

The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, "My son, you are on the other side".

5. Is That So?

The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbors as one living a pure life.

A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was with child.

This made her parents very angry. She would not confess who the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin.

In great anger the parents went to the master. "Is that so?" was all he would say.

When the child was born, the parents brought it to the Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. “Is that so?” Hakuin said calmly as he accepted the child.

A year later the girl-mother could stand it no longer. She told her parents the truth – that the real father of the child was a young man who worked in the fishmarket.

The mother and father of the girl at once went to Hakuin to ask his forgiveness, to apologize at length, and to get the child back again.

Hakuin was willing. In yielding the child, all he said was: "Is that so?"

6. Maybe

Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.

“Maybe,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe,” replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

“Maybe,” answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.

“Maybe,” said the farmer.

7. Cliffhanger

One day while walking through the wilderness a man stumbled upon a vicious tiger. He ran but soon came to the edge of a high cliff. Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the fatal precipice.

As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in the cliff and began gnawing on the vine.

Suddenly, he noticed on the vine a plump wild strawberry. He plucked it and popped it in his mouth. It was incredibly delicious!

8. The Blind Men and the Elephant

Several citizens ran into a hot argument about God and different religions, and each one could not agree to a common answer. So they came to the Lord Buddha to find out what exactly God looks like.

The Buddha asked his disciples to get a large magnificent elephant and four blind men. He then brought the four blind to the elephant and told them to find out what the elephant would "look" like.

The first blind men touched the elephant leg and reported that it "looked" like a pillar. The second blind man touched the elephant tummy and said that an elephant was a wall. The third blind man touched the elephant ear and said that it was a piece of cloth. The fourth blind man hold on to the tail and described the elephant as a piece of rope. And all of them ran into a hot argument about the "appearance" of an elephant.

The Buddha asked the citizens: "Each blind man had touched the elephant but each of them gives a different description of the animal. Which answer is right?"

9. Right and Wrong

When Bankei held his seclusion-weeks of meditation, pupils from many parts of Japan came to attend. During one of these gatherings a pupil was caught stealing. The matter was reported to Bankei with the request that the culprit be expelled. Bankei ignored the case.

Later the pupil was caught in a similar act, and again Bankei disregarded the matter. This angered the other pupils, who drew up a petition asking for the dismissal of the thief, stating that otherwise they would leave in a body.

When Bankei had read the petition he called everyone before him. "You are wise brothers," he told them. "You know what is right and what is not right. You may go somewhere else to study if you wish, but this poor brother does not even know right from wrong. Who will teach him if I do not? I am going to keep him here even if all the rest of you leave."

A torrent of tears cleansed the face of the brother who had stolen. All desire to steal had vanished.

10. Nothing Exists

Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.

Desiring to show his attainment, he said: "The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received."

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

"If nothing exists," inquired Dokuon, "where did this anger come from?"

Bonus 11. Teaching the Ultimate

In early times in Japan, bamboo-and-paper lanterns were used with candles inside. A blind man, visiting a friend one night, was offered a lantern to carry home with him.

"I do not need a lantern," he said. "Darkness or light is all the same to me."

"I know you do not need a lantern to find your way," his friend replied, "but if you don’t have one, someone else may run into you. So you must take it."

The blind man started off with the lantern and before he had walked very far someone ran squarely into him. "Look out where you are going!" he exclaimed to the stranger. "Can’t you see this lantern?"

"Your candle has burned out, brother," replied the stranger.

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............... read these and more from net and be happy always....

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TODAY IS A GIFT

Today Is A Gift - Laszlo Kotro-Kosztandi - A Popular Funeral Reading

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart


To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.


Anger is only one letter short of danger.


If someone betrays you twice, it is your fault


Great minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.


He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses much more;
He who loses faith, loses all.


Beautiful old people are works of art.


Learn from the mistakes of others
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.


Friends, you and me ... You brought another friend ... and we started our group ... our circle of friends ... and like a circle ... there is no beginning or end ...


Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.

Laszlo Kotro-Kosztandi

എവേ നാരായണനും ഐന്‍സ്റ്റീന്‍ മാരും - ചെറിയപ്പിള്ളിയുടെ ചരിത്രം-1

ചെറിയപ്പിള്ളി ഒരു കുഗ്രാമമാണ്. എന്നാല്‍ അവിടത്തുകാര്‍ ചെറിയ പുള്ളികളല്ല. എല്ലാവരും വലിയ പുള്ളികളാണ്. അവിടെയുള്ളവര്‍ പരസ്പരം ഇതു സമ്മതിക്കില്ലെങ്കിലും, സ്വയം വലിയ പുള്ളികളാണെന്നു അറിയാവുന്നവരാണ്. അതി വിനയം മൂലം ഇതു സമ്മതിക്കുകയും ചെയ്യും.

എന്നാല്‍ അവിടെ ഏറെക്കാലം ഒരു സാധു മനുഷ്യന്‍ ജീവിച്ഛിരുന്നു... ച്ഛൈനീസ് ച്ഛിന്തകന്‍ ലാ വോ സുവിന്റെ മുഖച്ഛായ. കുളി, പല്ലൂ‍തേപ്പ്, അലക്കു തുടങിയ ധൂര്‍ത്തുകളില്ല........... പഴകി പിഞ്ഞിയ വസ്ത്രം..... ഏറെ ചോദിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ എറിഞ്ഞു കിട്ടൂന്ന ആഹാരം.... ഒരു കുറവും കൂടാതെ കിട്ടൂന്ന ച്ചീത്തവിളി.... ഒരു പഞ്ഞവും ഇല്ലാതെ കിട്ടൂ‍ന്ന ബീഡിക്കുറ്റികള്‍............ ഇതൊക്കെ ആയിരുന്നു അയാളിന്റെ ആരോഗ്യ രഹസ്യം............ ശോ...... പേരു പറയാന്‍ മറന്നു..... പേര് ... എവേ നാരാ‍യണന്‍ ..............

ആരെ കണ്ടാലും നാരായണന്‍ 10 പൈസ എന്ന് ചോദിക്കും... ചോദിക്കുന്നത് നാരായണന്റെ ജോലി....... കൊടുക്കാതിരിക്കല്‍ നമ്മുടെ ധര്‍മ്മം......... മുട്ടുവിന്‍ തുറക്കപ്പെടും, അന്വേഷിക്കുവിന്‍ കണ്ടെത്തും എന്നെല്ലാതെ ചോദിക്കുവിന്‍ കിട്ടും എന്ന് യേശു പോലും പറഞ്ഞിട്ടില്ലാത്തതിനാല്‍ ചോദിച്ചത് പൈസയാണെന്കിലും കിട്ടുന്നത് തല്ലോ തെറിയോ തരാതരം പോലെ.

എവേ നാരായണന്‍ മന്ദ ബുദ്ധിയാണെന്ന് ചെറിയപ്പിള്ളിയിലെ സര്‍വ്വമാന വ്യാപാരി വ്യപസായികളും ( പെട്ടിക്കടക്കാരും, വാട്ട ചായ വില്‍ക്കുന്നവരും) കൂടാതെ പഞ്ചായത്ത് പ്രസിഡന്റും സാക്ഷിപ്പെടുത്തും. ഇന്നിപ്പോള്‍ എവേ നാരായണന്‍ ജീവിച്ചിരിപ്പില്ല. മരിച്ചുപോയി.

നാരയണന്‍ ഇല്ലാത്തതുകൊണ്ട് ചെറിയപ്പിള്ളിയ്ക്ക് എന്ത് എന്ന്ചോ ദിച്ചാല്‍ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ആ നാട്ടില്‍ ചെന്ന് നോക്കുക. എന്ത് മാത്രം ചവറും അഴുക്കും കുമിഞ്ഞു ക്ക്ടിയിരിക്കുന്നു. അഴകുള്ള സാധനങ്ങള്‍ വില്‍ക്കുന്ന അനേകം കടകള്‍. അഴകിയ രാവണന്മരായ കടക്കാരും കടം പറ്റുന്നവരും. ഓരോ കടയില്‍ നിന്നും വലിച്ചെറിയുന്ന അഴുക്കുകള്‍ .............. വെട്ടി വെട്ടി തീര്‍ന്നിട്ടും എനിയും ബാക്കിയായ മരങ്ങളിലെ ചവറുകള്‍, ബസ് ടിക്കട്ടുകള്‍, കീറത്തുണികള്‍, പലതരം വര്‍ണ്ണങ്ങളിലെ പ്ലാസ്റ്റിക് വേസ്റ്റുകള്‍............. എല്ലാം എല്ലാം......

നാരായണന്‍ മന്ദ ബുദ്ധിയായതിനാല്‍ എവിടെ ചവറു കണ്ടാലും അടിച്ചു വാരി തീയിടും കാലത്തും വൈകിട്ടും തീയിടും. ആ തീയില്‍നിന്നും കത്തിച്ച് കുറ്റി വീടി വലിയ്ക്കും. ഒരു കഷ്ണം ചവറു പോലും നാരായണനില്‍ നിന്നും രക്ഷപ്പെടുമായിരുന്നില്ല.

ഇപ്പോള്‍ അവിടെ ജീവിക്കുന്നവര്‍ ആരും മന്ദ ബുദ്ധികളല്ല. എല്ലാവരും ഐന്‍സ്റ്റീനെ വെല്ലുന്ന ബുദ്ധി രാക്ഷസന്മാരാണ് . അതിനാല്‍ അവര്‍ ചവറ് കത്തിക്കുകയില്ല. അവര്‍ ഉല്‍പ്പാദിപ്പിക്കും, വലിച്ചെറിയും. ഐന്‍സ്റ്റീന്മാര്‍ ആറ്റം ബോംബിന്റെ നിര്‍മ്മാണത്തില്‍ മാത്രമെ പങ്കെടുക്കുകയുള്ളു. ചവറു കത്തിക്കല്‍ പൊട്ടന്‍ നാരായണന്മാര്‍ക്കുള്ള ജോലി. നാരായണന്‍ ചത്തുപോയത് ഐന്‍സ്റ്റീന്മാരുടെ കുറ്റമല്ലല്ലോ..............

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