Friday, November 30, 2012

ROSES of my garden


be the petals of our love...and i will be the thorns and stem... thorns(protecting u), stem( supporting u)

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


you may wonder why i avoid giving you roses.... because those dew drops remind me of your tears


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee



if u take me to a vast rose-garden and ask me to select only 1 rose.... i think u know, i would kiss u...


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee



it always happens....half-blooming rose buds always remind me your lips...and withered petals, your closed eye-lashes


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


answer me...., how many million roses, this earth would have produced till now...and how many millions would it produce in future ?! 

dont bother....no rose would be as sweet as you.


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


after the moon stops weeping, we see a lot of stars...
are they your tear drops?! or..moon's?!


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Friday, October 5, 2012

DESDEMONA’s SILENCE


Here they are…., sitting on the beach, playing with that sand. More than 15 minutes had passed since they came. Now…let’s try to listen to what they are speaking. After all, eavesdropping on lovers’ speech should be honey to ears ;-) are we not feeling tooooo bored watching those waves!?

Uma: mhmhm…yeah… of course…(thinking calmly)…silence is….one of the toughest things to be understood. Sometimes, it’s painful; sometimes, too sweet and gentle; serene and sublime. Sometimes…..it’s surprising; sometimes, comforting and reassuring and….ah... sometimes, it’s… rude and shocking too….i..ahhmmh…agree to what you say(looking at him with a mild mischievous smile).

Ezhil: soooo… u agree, that silence is very difficult to be understood…tough to be interpreted?!
Uma nods her head.

Ezhil: then….(in a very friendly tone) why don’t you respond to my calls sometimes? Don’t you understand, It feels very much uncomfortable-not knowing the reason why you are silent?! It is…..kind of a…. (Knitting his brows and thinking and eyeing down)mhmh...sort of  a…pppp…pain, u can say(twitching his left end of the bottom lip as if he feels the pain right now as he says)

He stretches his right-hand and slowly but firmly places on her left hand. She ….stays still; does not react; stays calm counting the waves sweeping the shores. She seemed to accept without any protest.  She says nothing.

She knows very well, he feels assured by placing his hand on hers; slightly gripping her backhand and all fingers into his fist. She knows very well that Ezhil does this whenever he feels like missing her. And she knows very well that this is more than sufficient for ezhil to stay calm and balanced for another couple of weeks.

She very well knows if she just lets him hold her palm, ezhil would feel secure; he’ll be assured that he is ACCEPTED as her friend. More than that, ‘SHE’ ‘PERMITS’ him to hold her palm, and….THAT is all that matters to him. It’s HER ACCEPTANCE that’s more important than anything else to him.

She knows very well….that there is ANOTHER girl that rules his heart.

And he…..knows that, beyond any doubt, ‘THAT’ (only holding her palm) is his limit; that he has been given the rights of just a FRIEND, and nothing more. He very well knows that she won’t permit anything more, nor does he want to go beyond. He knows very well that BEING ACCEPTED as s FRIEND, itself is a greater honour; particularly after getting rejected in his previous personal relationship, this thought got bolstered very deep. He knows the limits of both a GATE-classes-instructor and a student. He’s very much mindful of their age differences.

He is ABSOLUTELY convinced (from his previous experience) that “BEING TRUSTED”… is a greater honour than “BEING LOVED”. So he never wants to cross his limits.

And he knows very well….that there’s ANOTHER boy that’s the king of her heart.

It is a very thin gray line that they are treading along…., without CROSSING. At first look, one may tend to think that…they are lovers. But the fact is, they are NOT. Both were unlucky in their own loves; that means, both suffered the heart ache of unrequited loves….individually. One seemed to understand the pain of the other. Each felt that they shared the same boat or fate, whatever you prefer to call it. It was gentle EMPATHY, rather than simple sympathy. They both have failed in their past. They both knew that they chitchat only to forget the pain, to forget the painful past.

They are just friends-a little too close. Though they seem to enjoy each other’s company, actually, each was… a kind of a…cure to the injury the other suffered.

It was just….a comforting presence. Nothing more.

Ezhil: …..(deeply thinking, slowly asked) I have told you the story of…othello, right?

Uma: …(teasingly) ohmy god…a 1000 times. Not again. Don’t start again….pleasseeeeeeeeee(begged him, with a smile)

              But she knows, every time he told her that story, she was drawn closer to him.

Ezhil: ….stared blankly….

Uma: (observing that he’s upset)…by the way…. What about that…now?

Ezhil: u know….desdemona too remains…silent….in one scene! தமிழ்ல சொன்னா கையறுநிலைத் துறை..……

Uma: ….looked quizzed…

Ezhil: yeah….. There is this scene… (thinking deeper) I think…it’s the final act…. Desdemona understands that she has completely failed to convince Othello of her innocence. She’s unable to convince him with her arguments. She has nothing concrete to defend her case. She is NOT GIVEN the chance to prove her innocence. Above all…she’s being accused by her HUSBAND himself and that is unbearable to her……… More than proving or disproving, the FACT that her HUSBAND had REALLY SUSPECTED her, is the most painful. THIS fact shakes her to the core. This bitter FACT quiet vanquishes her; smothers her speech; numbs her thinking process. THIS makes her, resign. This makes her, accept whatever befalls without moaning or complaining; BECAUSE, her husband HIMSELF…had suspected her…then what’s beyond this?, particularly when she has NOTHING TO HIDE from him. She feels empty, accepts her fate and remains silent. (Raising sight and looking at her)… don’t you see how painful that silence is!?

Uma: …..remains silent….

Ezhil: please try to understand this uma….(pauses a second)… (gently looks at her)Silence…., is not the right answer… always. Silence….., is not sweet, always.    Soo……(looking at the endlessly-stretched and strangely-violet-tinged-horizon, searching for words to convince her)…

Uma nods her head approvingly, but in silence.



Sunday, September 30, 2012

ANBÉ SIVAM


            Anbe Sivam is one of my favorite movies.
Anbe Sivam portrays various incidents that 2 men come across in their journey from bhuavaneswar, Orissa to Chennai, Tamilnadu.
In the very beginning of the movie, in the airport scene, Madhavan mistakes Kamal for a terrorist and makes nonsense, highlighting the influence of media- over men’s behavior pattern/outlook formation, taking override over common sense. Interestingly madhavan himself plays the role of a young, modern ad-film maker in the movie.
Then, on arriving at the hotel booked by the airport authorities, madhavan steps out of the taxi letting in the flood water fill the car. While he lugs himself out of the flood water, there are few kids playing and enjoying in the flood water; this seemed to highlight how different set of people, view the same situation in different ways. Then comes the hotel story, in which madhavan returns Kamal’s bags only after being given his mobile-suggesting that, for madhavan, helping others is just a return of favor, not a natural attitude-which finds no first initiation. Madhavan is portrayed to help others in a business-like manner-give and take; principle of any ordinary man.
On one scene, the duo is at ichapuram railway station. While waiting for the train, they get engaged in a casual relaxed chat; as the chat, Kamal claims himself to be a …kind of messenger, and says he first met his beloved-girl (kiran) while giving messages to the public. While telling about his girl, Kamal gets carried away and starts telling about their second meeting too, without noticing that madhavan has already left his seat.
“Love gets a man carried away, drives him emotional, purifies his heart and mind, makes him subtle and gentle, instills in him best of thoughts, and inspires him to do great deeds”. If NOT, then, I think, IT is….NOT love.
Flashback starts. Kamal relives his past.
Then comes their second meeting-that makes them like each other’s company. Over time, they get into love without declaring anything; tacitly. Kamal gets a chance to do a painting in Nasser’s office building; in that painting, he ingrains his ideals into the ideals of Nasser, indirectly marking the philosophical differences of their principles. And at the same time, Nasser comes to know about their love, and sets men to dispose-off with kamal. Kamal and friends fight them off, but get jailed in framed case. Kiran bails him out. This is smelled by Nasser and shuts his daughter at home, banning her from going out and meet kamal.
Secretely they meet at a theater, though kamal tries to put an end to it citing reasons, their love comes to light plainly after kiran insists; and Kamal’s friends plan to get them married in Kerala.
As kamal prepares to leave for kerala, there are 2 more people revealing their failed loves; and in both the cases, remarkably, failed-parties neither stop nor try to win their beloved; they just let their beloved go, out of love.
Kamal travels to kerala, but on the way, bus meets with an accident, injuring kamal severely and killing his closest aide among others. Kamal gets hospitalized, and is visited by Nasser who tells kamal that it was god’s punishment for his trying to get married to his daughter. Further Nasser says, kamal is only alive by just 10% and reasons with him that he cannot accept an only-10%-alive-cadaver to marry. He suggests kamal to die, kamal too nods.
Kamal recovers after many months and comes to Nasser’s home to meet kiran. Nasser says she’s married and is pregnant. He further says that he had committed only one mistake of telling his daughter that kamal is dead. And he warns kamal, not to make him a murderer too. Again he makes an offer of money to which kamal sneeringly answers, “unga paNaththukku paNinjO, balathukku bayandhO,  ….poren-nu nenaikkadhinga…. Kaadhal keedhal-nu sonneengale,…..andha kaadhalukkaahadhaan poren….. Unga ponnai poruththavarai naan seththavanavae irundhukkaren”, and walks away.
Then kamal visits the accident spot and adopts the dog that helped people identify him and eventually save him.
Flashback ends here. Back to present.
Back at ichapuram railway station. Kamal and madhavan start a discussion and coromandal train too arrives in the meantime. Their discussion becomes a little violent argument, leading ultimately to separation of kamal from madhavan.
Madhavan entering into his compartment, meets a very formally clad, Sanskrit-English-speaking, seemingly well-educated, multifaceted Uththaman. Uththaman offers madhavan a glass of whisky (which is drugged) and takes away his entire luggage when madhavan is fast asleep. Madhavan is woken up by ticket examiner to announce delay because of an accident en route.
Getting down at the accident spot, madhavan sees the gory side of an accident and also meets kamal & sister Vanessa. Madhavan is convinced to donate blood to a boy battling for life. This team of three, along with a doctor and driver, then travel together in an ambulance towards Chennai to admit the battling boy for ICU treatment.
Unfortunately the boy dies on the way. Madhavan, overwhelmed with disappointment and emotion, weeps and raises questions over the existence of god in grief and anger. Kamal looks at him meaningfully and smiles; madhavan immediately collects himself, balances and apologizes to god, telling he’s not an atheist like kamal.
The discussion then follows is worth a million; should be watched at least a couple of times repeatedly to get the gist of it.
“munnap pinna theriyaadha oru paiyanukkaaha kaNNeer vidara andha manasu irukke…., adhaan kadavul.”  (a heart that weeps for a boy-whom you do not know at all….that’s what is god)
They then resume their journey in the same ambulance and deliver the cadaver to his parents in chennai. They are thanked by the bereaved family and neighbors and relatives. Madhavan bids adieu but finds kamal’s cheque in his bag and goes to kamal’s home to hand over. There he finds the address holds the union office of kamal and kamal has neither a wife nor a son. Madhavan then learns that kamal has no relatives, moved by the fact and impressed by kamal’s way of life, madhavan forces kamal to go home with him, not just as a familiar-friend, but as an elder brother.
In marriage hall, kamal first finds it’s just his beloved girl, that’s about to get married to madhavan; shocked and helpless, but holds back and hides himself to avoid being recognized by the girl. He’s then identified and whisked away by Nasser into a separate chamber. Kamal forces Nasser to meet the demands of the labour union of his company and Nasser too agrees and signs accord.
“kadavulai yaenga izhukkareenga, neenga ennikkaavadhu queue la ninnu saami kumbittadhu undaa?! Queue-vai veliya niruthi vechchittu, ulla pOi personal dharisanam paakkavar aache neenga. Seiyara thappa ellaam panniputtu, undiyal-la kaasai potturuveenga. Unga paavaththai ellaam mannichchu kadavul kaappaaththuvaaru, illa? Appadi kaappaaththura kadavul, kadavulae illa. Coolie…., yaen-na avarum kaasu vaangittudhaane vaelai seiyaraaru?! Mhmhm?”
Here also Nasser, in his limited perception, is shown to interpret this in a way different from …or rather opposite to what kamal intends to mean.
Kamal gives him a letter to be delivered to madhavan, which gets passed to sandhaanabharathi and is read by him; reading the contents reveals the good heart of kamal and converts sandhanabharathi into a harmless man. Signing the agreements with union leaders is greeted by sandhaanabharathi, but Nasser plans to kill kamal. Knowing his intensions, sandhaanabharathi takes that responsibility on him, only to spare kamal’s life and alert him of this life-threat.
Meanwhile madhavan receives the letter and shows it to his would-be wife and requests her to read it as the handwriting is better intelligible to her. She reads, realizing the gravity and seriousness of the message, madhavan takes and reads. Kamal’s resonating voice articulates the rest to us. Letter contains the apparent reasons for his leaving.
As kamal walks away from marriage hall, he’s cornered at a dead end of the road by sandhaanabharathi, with a long, deadly sickle in his hand, ready to be wielded on kamal. Knowing he can’t escape, kamal admits he can’t even run but tries to protect his dog. But sandhaanabharathi informs him that he had read the letter and spares kamal, revealing he’s a changed man now.
Sandhaanabharathi: “idhukku maelaiyum nallavangalukku naan thappu panninen-nu vechchikkOngalaen, enakku andha saami nalla saave kodukkaadhu. Enakku saami nambikka irukku thambhi, ungalukku eppadiyo!”
Kamal : “enakkum irukku”
Sandhaanabharathi : “appadingalaa, endha saami?!”
To this question kamal points fingers at sandhaanabharathi himself, and says,
“Oruththana kollanum-nu vandhittu, manasa maaththikkittu, mannippum kaetkara manushan irukkaanae, adhaan ennaip poruththavaraikkum saami” (a man comes to kill…, after changing mind, he is also asking for forgiveness…, in my view, that is what is GOD)
Kamal walks away.
LOVE metamorphoses humanity into divinity.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

11 years...




9:15pm - COLLEGE-GATE:
I stepped out of the bus, and started walking on the boulevard from the main-gate towards pearl-66. (Pearl is one of the hostels in my college and I stayed in room# 66). I looked into my watch, and it was around 9:12pm. It was dark, windy and cold, but not rainy; it was mid-autumn of 2001; it was 19th September of that year.  
My feet felt too heavy to walk; shoulders drooped, I was confused in thoughts, trying to figure out what went wrong, and how and where. I was clueless; heaving a heavy sigh, I just raised my head a little to look in front. My goodness, there she was walking to her hostel, right in front of me, just 30 or 40 yards away. She did not notice me; I further slowed down to increase the gap, to avoid attracting her attention, to avoid facing her again.
It felt…, like…a walk after death.
She walked and walked; and disappeared on her way. Lonely, I was walking on the dreary, deserted road leading to hostel, thinking about what transpired between us an hour ago. I could not avoid being forced into retrospection.


7:30pm – AIYAPPA TEMPLE - OPEN SPACE:
We were sitting on the temple premises, side by side but a foot apart.
When she said, “I’ve never come out of our college compound with any male-friend”; felt a sting - perceiving myself being compared with other guys, I impatiently retorted, “I also would not have asked you out, had I considered you just as a friend”.  It was not a meditated response but an instant reaction.
(To me, she was NOT a beloved, lover-girl; she was an angel….that’s the reason I did not take her to a park or anywhere like that… I took her to a temple; …whenever I went to meet her, I always felt like a pilgrim rather than a friend/lover. In her presence, I felt purified; in conversing with her, I had my heart and mind, cleansed. She was more of AN ANGEL than a FRIEND.)
 Her reply was, one of the typical answers of many lost love stories, “but, I….regarded you as a good friend”.
There was an uncomfortable, embarrassing silence for a while.
None spoke; both seemed to struggle to find words and collect thoughts. As for me, there was no coherence in my thoughts. It was clear that it was indeed a rejection, though indirect.
“Let’s move out, it’s almost closing time”, I said, staring listlessly at the temple workers’ preparations. Standing at the temple gates, before parting, she asked, “what are you gonna do, now?!”
“I…ah…do not know.” I had no answer. I was blank. “I don’t know what to do”.
Silence fell again for a few seconds.
 “tell me what are you gonna do now?!”, she enquired considerately.
“I really do not know, I just heard you. You had told me whatever you had in your mind”, I replied.
“I….. think we should go to our hostels, getting late!!”.
She nodded mildly. “mhmh…”.
I said, “can you go alone?!”;
“I can manage”
“mmhmh… . See you tomorrow!?”
“Yeah… ”, she said uncomfortably.
She stood there hesitantly. She did not move.
I said, “Go on”
She said, “No, that’s ok; you first please”
“mhmhm….ok”, I unwillingly turned and started walking away silently.
After an hour I dropped out of the bus at the campus.


9pm - 19th September 2012:
Exactly 11 years had passed since then; that proposal was not direct; nor was the rejection. It happened impatiently. Probably I expressed it in an awkward way. Now…I think it’s not about how it’s expressed but how sincere we are.
As soon as we entered the temple, I made a prayer to the gods, ran into a pact with those gods. But some prayers go unheard; some, go unanswered; some, get rejected. She never heard THAT prayer. Had she heard, I think, she would have accepted mine.
And that prayer is….
“…… …. …. ….”

I wish I could tell her that at some point of life. I wish I could tell her I, out of love, had accepted her rejection too.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Monday, January 2, 2012

C. N. அண்ணாதுரையின் படைப்புகள்.

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இந்த வலைப்பதிவைப் படித்த பின் எனக்கு அண்ணாவின் சொல்லாடல் ஒன்று நினைவுக்கு வந்தது. அதையே இந்த வலைப்பதிவருக்கும் நாம் பதிலாகச் சொல்லலாம் என்று நினைக்கிறேன். மிகவும் பொருத்தமான பதிலாகவே இருக்கும்....
" நரகலை வழித்தெடுத்துக் கொண்டு, நாலு மூலைச் சந்திலே நின்று கொண்டு, நான் வீரன் என்று நர்த்தனமாடுவானேன்..." நமது மதிப்பிற்குரிய(!) எழுத்தரின் அண்ணா பற்றிய பதிவு அப்படி இருக்கிறது. 
      அண்ணாவின் படைப்புகளில் இரண்டை மட்டுமே படித்தவர். உடனே கருத்து கந்தசாமியாக நாறி இருப்பது....மன்னிக்கவும்....மாறி இருப்பது சற்று அதிகப்படியான எழுத்தார்வம் என்பதை மட்டுமல்ல, இவரது காழ்ப்புணர்வையும் மிகத் தெளிவாகவே காட்டுகிறது. இந்தப் பதிவிற்கான மறுமொழிகள்-இவரது உட்கருத்தை ஆமொதிப்பதையோ அல்லது மாற்றாக இருப்பதையோ பொறுத்து- இரண்டு அணிகளாகப் பிரிவது போலும் தெரிகிறது. 
எதிரியின் அணிவகுப்பிலிருந்து அம்புதானே வரும்?! ஏனப்பா எழுத்தாளரே, அந்த அணிவகுப்பில் நீரும் ஒரு படைவீரனை இருப்பது பற்றி எமக்குக் கவலை இல்லை... ஆனால் நீ படைவீரனின் உடையில் இல்லாமல், சாதாரணப் பொதுமக்களின் உடையில் இருந்தாலும், உன் கைப்பேனாவிலிருந்து வரும் அம்பு கூர் மழுங்கியதாக இருப்பதோடு, உன்னையும் முட்டாளாக்கி, படிப்போரிடம் உன் உண்மை உருவைக் காட்டிக்கொடுத்து விடுகிறதே! 
அண்ணா தாக்கியது தமிழரைத் தாழ்த்தி நடத்திய இன்னொரு தமிழ்ப் பேசும் கூட்டத்தைத்தான் என்பது, சாதாரண அறிவிருக்கும் எவருக்கும் தெரியும்.அவரது எழுத்தைப் பற்றி நீ கூறும் மட்டமான விமர்சனம், நீ எந்தக் கூட்டத்தைச் சார்ந்தவன் என்பதை மிகத் தெளிவாகவே காட்டிக் கொடுக்கிறதையா. தமிழரைச் சாதியின் பெயரால், மதத்தை காட்டி, கடவுளைக் காட்டி அடிமை செய்தது அமெரிக்கக்காரனோ, ஐரோப்பாக்காரனோ அல்ல; இதே தமிழ் நாட்டில் இருக்கும் தமிழ்ப் பேசும் இன்னொரு கூட்டம்தான். அந்தக் கூட்டத்தைத்தான் அண்ணா கண்டித்தார். அந்தக் கூட்டத்தார் அண்ணாவை வெறுத்தனர்.
செவ்வாழையை நீ பிரச்சாரக் கதை என்பதும், வேலைக்காரியை நீ முக்கியமான ஆனால் சாதாரண நாடகம் என்பதும் கூர் மழுங்கிய சொல்லம்புகள்தானே....!? வேலைக்காரியில் இருப்பவை வெறும் முற்போக்கு வசனங்களா?! இல்லை கருத்துக்களா என்பதிலும் உனக்குத் தெளிவில்லையே ஐயா?!  ஏனிந்தக் குழப்பம்?!  சரி அதை சட்டம் (frame) என்று கொண்டாலும், அந்தச் சட்டத்தில் பொருத்தப்பட்டிருக்கும் படம் எது என்பதையும் நீ சொல்லி இருக்கலாம். 
`அவரது எழுத்துக்களை நாட்டுடமை ஆக்கிவிட்டார்கள்' என்று ஒரு வரியில் பதில் சொல்லி விடலாம் உனது சந்தேகத்திற்கு...ஆனால்...
அவரது எழுத்துக்களை நாட்டுடமை ஆக்கினார்கள என்று "கூடத்" தெரியவில்லை-என்கிறாய். இது வெறும் செய்தி வாக்கியமாகத் தெரியவில்லை; இந்த வாக்கியத்தில் தெறிக்கும் இளக்காரத் தொனி இருக்கிறதே, அதைக் கொஞ்சம் கூர்ந்து கவனிக்க வேண்டி இருக்கிறது. "கூட" என்ற பதம் அதை உணர்ச்சி வாக்கியமாய் மாற்றி இருக்கிறதே, அங்கு மறைந்திருக்கிறது உனது மனதிலோடும் எண்ணமும் உணர்ச்சியும். அதாவது...நாட்டுடமை ஆக்கப்பட்ட அனைத்துப் புத்தககங்களையும் படித்துவிட்ட உமக்கு அண்ணாவின் புத்தககங்கள் மட்டும் கண்ணில் படாமல் போன காரணம், அவை நாட்டுடைமை ஆக்கப்படாததே!? mmmhmmhm... அல்லது... நாட்டுடைமை ஆக்கப்படும் அளவுக்கு அண்ணாவின் படைப்புகளால் பயனில்லாததால், அரசு அதை நாட்டுடமை ஆக்காமலே விட்டுவிட்டது, எனவே அது உன் கண்ணிலே படவில்லை?! 
தமிழ் இணையப் பல்கலையின் மின்-நூலகத்தில் அவரது நூல்கள் இல்லை. அதற்குக் காரணம் உன் கூட்டம் செய்யும் "வேலை"தான். உன் கூட்டம்தான் இது போன்ற அரசாங்க "வேலை"களில் ஆணி அடித்து அமர்ந்து விடுமே! வேலையில் இருக்கும்போது இது போன்ற "வேலை"களைத் தெளிவாகச் செய்யும். கம்ப ராமாயணம், நாலாயிர திவ்ய பிரபந்தம், திருப்பாவை, திருவெம்பாவை போன்றவைகளை மட்டும் ஒன்றுக்கு 100 மொழிகளில் வெளியிடும் முயற்சியில் தமிழனின் வரிப்பணம் செலவழியும். முடிந்தவரை அதிகபட்ச தமிழரை முட்டாள்களாகவே வைத்திருக்க எந்தப் புத்தகங்கள் உதவுமோ அவைகளை மட்டுமே மிகக் கவனமாகப் புகழ்ந்து வெளியிடும் உன் கூட்டம். சுஜாதா போன்றோர் தமிழர்களின் முட்டாள்தனத்தில் ஆதாயம் தேடும் கூட்டத்தைச் சேர்ந்தவர்கள்.அவர்கள் எப்படி அண்ணாவின் படைப்புகளைப் பற்றி "நல்ல வார்த்தை" சொல்லுவார்கள்?! தமிழனுக்கு சுய அறிவைத் தரும், தெளிவைத் தரும், சுய நல நரிகளின் சுயரூபத்தைக் காட்டும் அண்ணாவின் படைப்புகளைப் பற்றி சுஜாதா போன்றோர் பாராட்டிப் பேச வேண்டும் என்று எதிர்பார்ப்பது முட்டாள்தனம் என்று சிறுபிள்ளைக்கும் எளிதாகப் புரியும். ஆட்டுக்கிடைக்குக் காவலாக இருக்கும் காவலனைக் குள்ள நரிக்கூட்டம் விரும்பவா செய்யும்?!
அண்ணா மாற்றான் தோட்டத்து மல்லியின் மணம் பற்றி மட்டுமல்ல, கள்ளியின் குணம் பற்றியும் எச்சரித்திருக்கிறார். உன் கூட்டம் கள்ளைப் பால் என்று கூறித் தமிழனுக்குக் கொடுத்து, மதம் என்ற மதுமயக்கத்தில் ஆழ்த்தி  வைத்திருப்பது தெரிந்த சில தமிழர்கள் உனது எழுத்தின் உள்ளிருக்கும்  உண்மைக்கருத்தை சுலபமாகத் தெரிந்துகொள்வர். ஆனால் அந்த மயக்கத்தில் இருப்போரை மத அடிமையாக்கும் வேலையை மட்டும் உன் கூட்டம் தொடர்ந்து கொண்டிருக்கிறது மின் நூலகம், திரைப்படம், தொலைகாட்சி போன்ற ஊடகங்கள் வழியாக. அந்தப் போதையின் பிடியிலிருப்போரும், உன் கூட்டத்தின் சுயரூபம் தெரியாதாரும் வேண்டுமானால் அண்ணாவை வெறுக்கலாம். ஆனால் உன் கூட்டத்தை பற்றியும் அண்ணாவின் எழுத்தைப் பற்றியும் உண்மை தெரிந்தோர் உனது பதிவைக் கண்டால்....