We are the adivasis
.
We are the adivasis,
Those Mundals and Santals,
Who had lived in India
Before Dravidians did,
Before Aryans came through passes.
We are the adivasis,
Who by Aryans were
Called Rakshasas,
Who by Aryans were
Slaughtered to their whims and fancy.
We are the adivasis,
Like Ekalavya,
Who by Arya Drona was
Disabled to their delight,
To glorifiy Arjuna to our plight.
We are the adivasis,
A chunk of whom
By Aryans were branded
As Bahujans and Dalits
To serve them without touching.
We are the adivasis,
Whose God is not divine,
Nor beyond our kin,
But our own ancestors,
Who were to them devils and evils.
We are the adivasis,
Where there lived
Democracy and solidarity
With no superiority,
With no Brahmin nobility and purity.
We are the adivasis,
Whose women were
Not pawns or on pyres,
Nor a gift with dowries
But ones who chose their own mates.
We are the adivasis,
Who by Hindu Aryans
Were polluted
And by Christian intruders
Were diluted in our values and principle.
We are the adivasis,
Who want back our throne
Usurped by the invaders,
And who want to undo wrongs
And avenge the Aryan chauvinism.
19.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
[Adhivasi = the aboriginal tribes of India]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Are The Adivasis.[India]
We are the adivasis,
Those Mundals and Santals,
Who had lived in India
Before Dravidians did,
Before Aryans came through passes.
We are the adivasis,
Who by Aryans were
Called Rakshasas,
Who by Aryans were
Slaughtered to their whims and fancy.
We are the adivasis,
Like Ekalavya,
Who by Arya Drona was
Disabled to their delight,
To glorifiy Arjuna to our plight.
We are the adivasis,
A chunk of whom
By Aryans were branded
As Bahujans and Dalits
To serve them without touching.
We are the adivasis,
Whose God is not divine,
Nor beyond our kin,
But our own ancestors,
Who were to them devils and evils.
We are the adivasis,
Where there lived
Democracy and solidarity
With no superiority,
With no Brahmin nobility and purity.
We are the adivasis,
Whose women were
Not pawns or on pyres,
Nor a gift with dowries
But ones who chose their own mates.
We are the adivasis,
Who by Hindu Aryans
Were polluted
And by Christian intruders
Were diluted in our values and principle.
We are the adivasis,
Who want back our throne
Usurped by the invaders,
And who want to undo wrongs
And avenge the Aryan chauvinism.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Irony of Things
It is an irony to believe that Ayothya
Is the birth place of Rama, as by the time
When Rama lived around 1450 B.C.,
Aryans never crossed Punjab or beyond.
It is an irony to say that Mathura
Is the birth place of Krishna, as by the time
When Krishna lived around 900 B.C.,
Aryans never reached up to Mathura.
It is an irony to establish that Durga,
A Dravidian origin, fostered later by Aryans,
Is the destroyer of Sura padman,
An asura, a co-dravidian, among Dravidians.
It is an irony that the very Dravidian
Movement has landed in the hand of a Brahmin
And then at a hand who too had mortgaged the interest
To Aryan for sake of his dynasty.
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Vedic Conversion
The Veda is sacred; its hymens are sacred.
The Veda is holy; its hymns are holy.
We were told to toe; we were led to toe.
The nomadic tribe has brought it with them.
Buddhism was banished; Jainism vanished.
Natives were driven; Dravidians subverted.
It is the Aryans who conquered the continent.
It is the Aryans who remodelled its culture.
Success in war, stealing of cattle,
Love making, illogical rituals,
No moral codes, no benevolent deeds-
These are all the Vada speaks out
Manu codified Varnasrama Dharma.
Manu glorified kings and their style.
Manu crucified women’s interests.
Manu stupefied Sudhras and Dalits.
The Ramayana, an epic, lofted Rama
To a God Incarnation, who killed
Ravana, a Shiva devoee, thus holding
The supremacy of Aryans and Rama.
The Mahabharata tells godliness of Krishna,
Whose crafts in strategy of war
Belies his Geetha’s teachings of doing
Duties with detachment for the end.
Aryan revivalism rears its head.
They are out to eradicate gods
Other than their Rama and Krishna.
They want to make flourish
The Brahmin’s superiority and nobility
Over all indigenous Gods and culture.
11.10.2000
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The Ancient India
India is ample known
For its three thousand year old
Civilization brought in by Aryans,
Who invaded as nomads.
It is little known for its prior
Civilization lived by Dravidians
In Mohanjo daro and Harappa,
About five thousand years ago.
It is little known at all
For its ten thousand year old
Civilization planted
By Mundas and Santals,
Now tribes on hillocks,
Branded the most backward.
18.07.2000, Plkmdi
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Hindus are not Vedic.
The Vedic concept is the Hindutva,
We are led and made to believe.
See the Gods the Hindus worship.
Most of them are not Vedic Gods.
See their custom and practice.
They did not originate from Veda.
Muslims and Christians converted
The people in India.
Aryans converted the gods of tribes.
Tribes followed their gods
To be sheltered in the Hinduism.
Hindus are not out and out Vedic.
But still Aryan Brahmins are their cowherd.
14.03.2001, Pomdi
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Supremacy is the beauty
Chubby lips, plump cheeks, massive breasts, fleshy buttocks,
Blunt nose, hairy skin, coarse hair and black eyes
Are the features the Dravidians inherited from the Negros.
Thin lips, flat cheeks, rounded breasts, slated buttocks,
Long nose, pale skin, silky hair and brown eyes
Are the features Aryan inherited from the White race.
Aryans are held beautiful by their cultural supremacy.
30.11.2000, Pmdi
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Conversions dilute
The tribal god was made as Lord
Jagannath,
Dravidian Murugan was smeared as
Lord Venketesa,
Buddhists’ Buddha was declared as Lord
Ayyappa, the son of Hari and Haran.
Aryans employed conversion on other gods,
Who in turn brought their worshipers.
Thus, Vedic religion becomes the Hindu Religion.
Islam did conversion in replacing the Vedic gods.
Christianity did conversion through service.
Conversion of conversion dilutes conversion
10.01.2002, Pakd
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India
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
India, India
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Double Ballade Of Primitive Man
He lived in a cave by the seas,
He lived upon oysters and foes,
But his list of forbidden degrees,
An extensive morality shows;
Geological evidence goes
To prove he had never a pan,
But he shaved with a shell when he chose, -
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man.
He worshipp'd the rain and the breeze,
He worshipp'd the river that flows,
And the Dawn, and the Moon, and the trees,
And bogies, and serpents, and crows;
He buried his dead with their toes
Tucked-up, an original plan,
Till their knees came right under their nose, -
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man.
His communal wives, at his ease,
He would curb with occasional blows;
Or his State had a queen, like the bees
(As another philosopher trows):
When he spoke, it was never in prose,
But he sang in a strain that would scan,
For (to doubt it, perchance, were morose)
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man!
On the coasts that incessantly freeze,
With his stones, and his bones, and his bows;
On luxuriant tropical leas,
Where the summer eternally glows,
He is found, and his habits disclose
(Let theology say what she can)
That he lived in the long, long agos,
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man!
From a status like that of the Crees,
Our society's fabric arose, -
Develop'd, evolved, if you please,
But deluded chronologists chose,
In a fancied accordance with Mos
es, 4000 B. C. for the span
When he rushed on the world and its woes, -
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man!
But the mild anthropologist,--HE'S
Not RECENT inclined to suppose
Flints Palaeolithic like these,
Quaternary bones such as those!
In Rhinoceros, Mammoth and Co.'s,
First epoch, the Human began,
Theologians all to expose, -
'Tis the MISSION of Primitive Man.
ENVOY.
MAX, proudly your Aryans pose,
But their rigs they undoubtedly ran,
For, as every Darwinian knows,
'Twas the manner of Primitive Man!
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The good breed hardly dies.
With advent of democracy and literacy,
Went in decline the Brahmin authority.
Yet, the rest submit to their purity and nobility.
The well reared are not the well bred.
08.10.2000
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India What Will You Teach This World?
India a continent old trade vast
India rich in philosophy religions
India steeped in ancient traditions
India a wealth of diverse cultures
India wisdom weeps crosses centuries
India you are supposed to be proud
India you are supposed to share
India your heritage with lost world
India you are supposed to share
Wisdom a covet west has forsaken
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Rhiad & The Behovins
Oh, Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Rhiad and the bedouins
Got a plan and walk right in
But I don't feel that ???? from them
That I-am-crazy
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
No one I love is there
Somewhere in time
When will I, get there?
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Rhiad and the bedouins
So that's the world ????
But anybody ????
Who can't blame me?
Half the time they're bedouins
Nomads and/or Aryans
You'll never take me
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
No one I love is there
Somewhere in time
People will like me there
Oh, sweet salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
If you ignore this world
Somewhere in time
When will I, get there?
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
If you ignore this world
Somewhere in time
People will like me there
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh
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Many characters in the novel are representative of types that exist in India. He represents the caste system in India with an air of superiority, the caste system in India and the people thinking that western things are better.
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About Yet Another Diwali Woe
Yet another Diwali has come with its entire glow,
Nay; its fury of sounds and flames
And the masses go crazy upsetting the tune of a happy time
Here in India with minds cracked down and deafening sounds raving on.
They buy crackers and rockets and blast up the regions calm
And they call it celebrations colourful with a difference
And go on burning the little bombs and shooting the tiny missiles.
The diyas* and the sweet dishes take a back seat
The pious women go unseen and their chants go unheard.
Diwali is all sounds and sounds and nothing else at all!
The demon king`s defeat and death at the hands of
Krishna**, the deity with a flute on the mouth
Reverberates with the message of victory of the good over the evil
Down the generations since the Aryans descended.
A baby being nourished and moulded in its mother`s womb
Wakes from its slumber and lies scarred and doomed
Its nightmare of future terror has just come true!
A septuagenarian oldie puts his hand on the heart and falls down,
He has just been out of the surgeon`s dark chamber
After a by-pass surgery done at his son`s mercy.
Then a crippled man struggles to reach his home.
How will all of them go on these tracks ever blasting?
The Diwali casts a spell of joy and happiness knit together!
But terrorizes all the animals and birds, the ones without
Gods, scriptures, castes and religions
And they flee from their small homes and nests
To reach nowhere they can breathe and lie un panicked.
The human civilization once threw them from the throne of equality
Man`s supremacy chained and caged them up for ever,
His religions re-animalised them further.
A blinded cat and bleeding mongrel line up next!
And man`s celebrations ever continue to cripple them for ever….
See, a dozen rodents lie with broken heads,
Feel it for yourselves, a hut has been on fire for long,
And an old camel has got a burn on its haunch.
A small kid on prowl has lost his vision
And two girls were crying after burning their palms both.
They were too celebrating the festival of Diwali!
All go frenzied with the logic of sounds
Of bursting crackers in all ecstasy!
A cracker manufacturing factory gets blown up
And the inferno kills tens and scores every time.
Hundreds of imprisoned pets
Shiver with dread and their small hearts
Pound and pout for hours together.
The sky too shakes and vomits sparks of fire
Innumerable feathered friends flutter aloud
And fly unto lands less populated.
Why this frenzy at all?
Is a festival here to destabilize a few
Even while cheering up many?
Do we have any right to instill fear and fright
In the small minds of our puppies and kitten?
Do we have any common sense at all
When we celebrate a festival this way madly?
An alien writing from the space stations above the earth`s reach
Will begin to wonder about the folly of this noise
Imposed on all the living stocks
Without any discretion or empathy
And he/she will report to the masters anxious
About this fury and sound ever emerging
Signifying nothing but a soon-to-be lost speck of life
In India on this peninsula of past glory!
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Valour and Power
A man of virtue was Yudhirsta.
A man of strength was Bhima.
A man of volour was Arjuna.
A man of looks was Nakula.
A man of wisdom was Sahadeva.
Arjuna won Draupati.
Bhima held Droupati.
Women admire the valour; [Arjuna]
Women succumb to the power.[Bhima]
Women enjoy the beauty. [Nakula]
Women revere the wisdom [Sahadeva].
Women value the virtue.[Yudhirsta]
18.12.2001, Pakd
[Perceived from the Hindu Epic Mahabharata]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Indie Hair
I had a job washin dishes in a sink
It made me rich, but in a different kind of way
I could cut my hair, but it costs too much
So Ill buy my own clippers, darlin, and d.i.y. this bush!
Her last temptation was to grab that beggin bowl
Her belly was empty, but her mind was full
Can you see it?
Would you go?
I could cut your hair, but it costs too much
So Ill but my own clippers, darlin, and d.i.y. this bush!
Is it your body?
Do you really want to do this?
Of course
Alright
Would you go with me anywhere? hummm...
I cant sing, I cant bring this peace without you here...
They say he left his home with only five strands...
Are you okay? youve got your head in my hands...
Would you go with me?
Could you sing a song?
Ive bought my own clippers, darlin
It wont be long
Were going to india to sit with angels
Were going to india to sit with devils
Were going to india to sit with angels
Were going to india to sit with devils
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India- The paradise on Earth
India is the paradise on earth
I admire you the beauty of nature,
As you have created such beautiful creatures
The beautiful sight, the aromatic flowers,
The magnificent animals, and the colourful birds,
To give us courage, will and guts.
Our culture is the most popular one in the world
Every creature in this world appreciate India's culture.
Many foreigners come to India to marry, celebrate festivals
In the small villages, cities and towns.
They never forget it till they wear life's crown
Because India is the paradise on Earth.
Many Gods and Goddesses have incarnated in every eras in India
To rescue the world from destruction
He has fought and taken action
To destroy the destroyer
And to end the danger.
The people of India has made temples in the memory of unforgotable ancestors.
When the visitors visit those famous shrines,
They wash out all their crimes
Because India is the paradise on Earth.
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India Independence Day
India is a nation
Pride and bright
Its not people or misdeed
India is extraterrestrial music
Music of India is for globe wide
From far and wide corner of the world
India is a reality of significance of life.
I am proud to be Indian
Serve my country to strengthen
Ties with globe far and wide
To the height of sky blue
I Love my India
Motherland of beauty -India
Visit once life time
Feel the love of Indians
Charming guys and pretty ladies
Scrolling down the valley
Life of freedom to it imagination
Imagination of love and joy
Experience of India is unforgettable
Minute round words of magical glow
I love your India chanting by you
Oh...Yes … I love my India - Jai Hind
copyright: 15th August 2010
Written by Ezna Stephna
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To mark - 15th August Independence Day
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My India
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA, ODISHA, INDIA.
(Dedicated to Anna Hazare)
MY INDIA
Majestic are her mountains;
Melodious are her fountains.
Splendid are her vast oceans;
Mysterious is God’s creation.
India is rich in rivers
And beautiful innocent creatures
God endowed Earth with Nature;
This is the art of the Supreme power
Lovely are the flowers & creepers;
Nature fulfils all creatures’ desires.
Birds fly in the sky merrily.
Poets depicts them in verses gaily
Mild breeze blows day & night.
Deities, devotees, poets, live with delight.
My India is an abode of Gods & hermits,
People of all religion live in it.
They live under the umbrella of democracy
Politics works hand-in- hand with bureaucracy
Industrialist providing employment develop the nation
Honest politicians serve the poor in God’s creation
India smiles with many a film industry
Film stars enchant us with their beauty
Co-operation is the pride of Indian citizens
Poets and scientists bring forth new creation.
Thank you jai hind, cell- +919853390060
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A Village In Orissa, India
-Where Persecution of the Indian Christian Continues Unabated
A nun was raped by a gang of men;
A priest was beaten; his eyes gouged off;
And he finally died!
Churches were torched;
Sexual assaults are rampant;
Women and children were not spared;
Many were beaten and even maimed;
Some are missing;
Many were burnt alive;
Crowds have run to the shelter of forests;
Homes of Christians have been destroyed;
Many were driven naked in the streets!
Christians of this village live in fear;
Some have reconverted to Hindu faith to keep their lives;
Yet, the Indian Christian was always known for his non-violence;
If someone converts, it is the ‘will of God’.
And such things happen in a secular, democratic country like India!
And while all these terrible things are happening,
The rest of India - people, press, politicians, police
SLEEP
The world goes on as usual;
Perhaps, the beginning of new persecution of Indian Christians
And blood of new Christian martyrs
Is needed to cleanse the land
Of its sins!
God save these poor souls!
Please Jesus, forgive the perpetrators.
WILL NOT THE WORLD AWAKE
TO STOP THE ATROCITIES?
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