Friday, 3 July 2015

DEATH AND ITS SUPERFICIAL RITUALS


DEATH AND ITS SUPERFICIAL RITUALS

One day when Jacob and I were standing at our gate, we noted a lot of women and a few men folk going hurriedly to a nearby house. Women were clad in their home attires sporting their ‘Mekkamothiram’ an old fashioned ear ring, which Latin ladies used to wear on their upper ear lobes. The men wore their dhotis with, an ordinary towel, thrown lightly over their shoulders. We were very curious to know what was happening. Our curiosity which was aroused to a great extent finally got an answer. Lawrence Suryapally, the head of their family was sinking. We immediately informed ‘Ammachi’ about the sudden situation. She went along with Rajamma to see him. There was a lugubrious air when Jacob and I went in. Lawrence’s cousin, Devassy Kelanthara, was praying aloud “Easo, Mariam, Ouseph...e” and the ladies gathered responded by saying “Yenikku Kuttayirikkename” (Be with me.) The chanting of prayer reverberated through the room. I gazed at him; he was breathing heavily, a harsh and awful noise. I wondered why people crowd around him darkening the room and denying fresh air to his gaping mouth. I pushed open the door; it creaked. His young wife Mariam’s face was full of anguish and pain; tears welled up in her eyes. She was sore, had not slept a wink. The heartrending slender sobs of the small children were twittered like the buzzing of bees. Lawrence’s sister, Vilama, casually came from Kumbalangi to visit her ailing brother. She was dumbstruck and collapsed on a chair and burried her head in her hands; crying softly, tiredly and tears rolling down her cheeks. I gazed other weeping women; their close relations. The son was at his side bending over him occasionally wetting his lips with water. Lawrence mumbled amid deep gasps. He was asking his ten year old son to look after the family well. He broke down at this request by his father; he moved to a corner of the room tears rolling down his cheeks and he was wiping it away with one end of his dhoti. I saw ‘Appachan’ consoling him by patting him on his shoulder. He told him, “He should have the courage to face the stark realities of life and trust in God Almighty.” I heard somebody say that Lawrence had one son and three daughters.  All of them were minors. ‘Ammachi’ was trying to console their young daughters. I heard one old man who seemed very concerned, asking someone in a hushed tone, “How the household is to survive?” I went closer to have a close look at the dying man. Lawrence could not complete his prayer; he was trying to take in air with so much difficulty. It was his last struggle for existence on earth before long he would be gone. The parish priest came and performed the last sacrament, “the anointing of the sick.” The priest waited solemnly for the last moment. It was time for him to depart. The chanting of the prayers became louder. We too joined in. Lawrence took two slow gulps of air, after a minute he took a deep breath which was his last breath. Lawrence’s body lay still, he is dead and gone forever. But the veteran fisherman, who ventured out into the deep backwater, which shimmered in the morning sunlight, on his tiny canoe, donning a big round hat made of bamboo reapers and cadjan leaves atop his head, holding a traditional fishing rod or angler made of the long, light, flexible and sturdy ‘Choonda’ palm stick, which is fixed a line, and which  hooked big fish like  the Black Marlin, and Shark. Who can forget him? He is still alive in the minds of his kith and kin, and the neighbous in his village.

Death usurped his life; death had her day. Jacob and I were amazed at how the ‘Jeevan’ (life) or ‘Athmavu’ (Spirit) left? Was it through the mouth? Did we miss any moment? Is there any panacea for the illness of death? I am still curious to know if there is any weight loss to the human body when the ‘Jeevan’ (life) or ‘Athmavu’ (spirit) leaves the body. In other words what could be the weight and mass of the life or spirit? Is it the same for young and old alike? What about other beings on earth? What do scientists say about that?

As a rule of Mother Nature what begins has to end. Human life is very short and we require making the best of it. However, I learned, “”
I know from my experiences with the stark realities of life, “Parting is a painful and an agonizing experience, and sharing of pain, sorrow and agony will reduce pain, sorrow and agony. However, sharing of joy and happiness would double joy and happiness;”

Time alone can heal their wound. The bereaved family will have to move forward gripping on hope, courage and with a desire for survival.
         
The funeral was arranged as usual. Those days the parish of the Latin Catholics was at Edacochi therefore their dead used to be buried in their parish cemetery, which too was at Edacochi. It was a big ordeal for their kiths and kins to carry the dead body in a large canoe across the island especially during the times of turbulence. Why should one undertake all these pains which were an unnecessary task? The Latins used to go to the Syrian Church to participate in Holy Mass; Holy Communion; Anointment and other matrimonial rites. If so, why should only their dead bodies was taken to Edacochi? They too are human beings. I wondered why the priests and their hierarchy made such differentiation. A few years later a new church, St. Joseph’s Church, was established and their cemetery was also commissioned in spite of serious protests by a few locals. However, Anthappan Thattasseri was the first one buried in the new cemetery without giving much propaganda to the opponents. It was a relief for the Latin community. I have noticed that old people came, one by one, to visit a grave that would soon be theirs too.

I always wondered why people built expensive tombs for their dead with their names, and dates of birth and death chiseled into the stone. Many of us do not remember the names of our great ancestors who lived five generations back. Then, why do we fasten burden for the future generations to come.

Tomb made of cement is a hurdle for the worms, maggots and flies which feed on the cadaver in their endeavour to convert it into organic soil. It would be a better proposition to utilize the money spent on these elaborate and flamboyant tombs for the causes of the poor and the needy. One should not fall a prey to the commercial interests of the Church.

Cremation of the body in Indian tradition is better than burial in the ground since it is inexpensive; causes less pollution, and a solution to the space constraints. This is not at all the practice in the Christian community here. Nevertheless, I would like to mention that late Shri. Dominic Jose Kuruvinakunnel’s (founder of Casino Hotel, Wellingdon Island and other group of hotels in Kerala) cremation was an epoch-making event. His cremation in an electric crematorium had created ripples and opened a new debate on this issue. The Catholic Church should move with the time and tide.


I too prefer the cremation of my body in Indian tradition without any pomp and show at the electric crematorium at Ravipuram in Kochi to burial in a cemetry.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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CONFUSION


When we reached home I asked ‘Ammachi’, “Where the ‘Jeevan’ or ‘Athmavu’ (Spirit) of a person is situated in the human body?” She explained, “According to the teachings of the Catholic Church, the ‘Jeevan’ or ‘Atmaavu’ or Spirit is a part of God and on one’s death the ‘Athmavu’ wishes to go back to the creator, the God Almighty. The Bible says so.”

I was not satisfied. I asked her, “How does the spirit leave the human body?” She said that she was not certain of that. She added, “It went out the way it came in.” We were pleased at this answer.

One further query sprang to my mind. I broached Ammachi’ that I have yet another doubt. She was eager to listen and clear our umpteen doubts and queries. “How Lawrence’s young, orphaned children are going to survive?” She kept quiet for some time and then took out the Bible and read: -
Mathew, Chapter 6 Verses 24 to 34 (Luke 16-13; 12-22-31),

God and Possessions
24. “No one can be a slave of two masters; he will hate one and love the other; he will be loyal to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

25. “This is why I tell you not to be worried about the food and drink you need in order to stay alive, or about clothes for your body. After all, isn’t life worth more than food? And isn’t the body worth more than clothes?  26. Look at the birds; they do not sow seeds, gather a harvest and put in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren’t you worth more than birds? 27. Can any of you live a bit longer by worrying about it?”

28. “And why worry about clothes? Look the wild flowers grow: they do not work or make clothes for themselves. 29. But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers. 30. It is God who clothes the wild grass – grass that is here today and gone tomorrow, burnt up in the oven. Won’t he be all the more sure to clothe you? How little faith you have!

31. “So do not start worrying: where will my food come from? Or my drink? Or my  clothes?’ 

32. (These are the things the pagans are always concerned about.) Your Father in heaven knows that you need all these things. 33. Instead, be concerned above everything else with the Kingdom of God and with what he requires of you, and he will provide you with all these other things. 34. So do not worry about tomorrow; it will have enough worries its own. There is no need to add to the troubles each day brings.


Mariakutty was prematurely widowed. She neither had anyone to support her nor did she have any source of income.  So, after the mishap, ‘Ammachi’ accommodated her as one of the helpers in her kitchen. In this way she was able to find the food and other requirement for her children   thereby feeling secure about them. Mariakutty’s simplicity and sincerity made her ‘Ammachi’s favourite and taught her all the cooking so that she would be of immense help to the family. She was so loyal, and eager that she learned the skill and perfection in cooking so fast from ‘Ammachi’.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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CHANGING EATING HABITS


 Vironi Ouso Manayath was a young widow in our locality. She was an enterprising lady. In 1970s she started a bakery business. Her bread and cookies were popular in all the nearby Islands. Her second son, Thomas, was a member of the public library and was an avid reader. He helped his mother by supplying the baked goods she made to her varied customers in all the Islands. Vironi also installed a Ratt, a spinning wheel, to make coir yarn, which kept her children engaged. It helped them to eke out their living. Later her eldest son, Antony, got a job in the Cochin Port Trust.  This was a great relief as he could take care of the affairs of the family well.

It is amazing to observe the changes in the eating hsbits of the Islanders. Unlike in the earlier days, there are ten bakeries now; some of them are well furnished with clean glass cupboards. By around half past ten in the mornings, a lot of delicious snacks and varied chips fried in ghee or coconut oil, certain snacks with varied fillings, puffs and sandwiches with varied fillings, cake, halwa, other sweets, pastries with cocoa toppings, cookies and bread would be put on display. These would disappear in an hour or two. These bakeries too offer beverages and fresh juices.


“Globalization” has improved job prospects and prosperity in countries like India. The apparent improvement in the diets of people in India especially in Kerala, the domain of Malayalis, is, no doubt, a healthy trend in our economy. I have noted that health and physique especially the height and weight of the new generation are improving. The increasing demand for better nutrition and better food has to be met and the central and state governments have to focus their attention on better production in agriculture, animal husbandry, fishing, poultry and farming to avert a food crisis. Quality control is another significant factor to be looked into. We have to improve our ware-houses, transport system and distribution system to make agricultural and other products reach the ultimate consumer at affordable prices. There should be adequate supply of food grains, vegetables and other gooddies commensurate with the demand. This would   enable the government to arrest the spiraling prices. If there is shortage of an item of food, necessary quantity of such item should be imported to maintain the price in the market. With the surplus produced, if any, we should be able to help the poorer nations in the world.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.

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Thursday, 25 June 2015

A BIRTH


Birth is a phenomenon which communicates so much joy to everybody around. I realized that when my ‘Ammachi’s loose ‘Chatta’, a dress that is worn to cover the upper part of a lady’s body, tightens, Jacob and I were assured of the arrival of another baby. We all looked forward to welcome our new playmate. Life was so much more placid those days. People had time for each other so a large family was looked upon as a special gift of God as people believed that the more children the merrier. Jacob and I used to go to her often to feel her big tummy in which nestled our playmate to be born. “Radio-Ceylon” was a popular programmed broadcast on radio and which was listened to by most music lovers irrespective of their age. Often when we had the time and when our ‘Ammachi’ was in a relaxed mood she too used to enjoy the music aired on this channel. We used to sit by her and caress her stomach to feel the movement of the baby. We could perceive “the kick” of the baby. We were told by her that the little foetus within her could distinguish the joys and sorrows experienced by the mother. The little life within commences its long journey to learning as early as from the womb of the mother. Nine long months’ and odd days of care and a comfortable existence within the womb would soon end as the tentative date of the delivery was announced. Now, coupled with the excitement, anxiety too loomed large.

One morning when we woke up, there was a lot of hurried activity around the house. ‘Ammachi’ was feeling uneasy; it was time for her delivery. Word was sent across to the doctor from a hospital at Ernakulam. He was accompanied by the local mid-wife, Mani ‘Ammoomma’ (an elderly woman). The preparations were being made like warming water in large bronze utensils, getting clean linen ready and sterling all the other instruments needed during childbirth. Seeing all this confusion, tension mounted. ‘Appachan’ too went into the room where ‘Ammachi’ was in labour and to see if everything was organized. In a few minutes Mani ‘Ammoomma’ came out holding the bronze vessel with blood in it. We expected the worst. But our apprehensions were over when we heard the sharp squeak of the baby, its first cry a shrill “Hwe.., Hwe…” We all breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor came out and announced the good news that we have a new baby sister. She is our little sister and also became our close friend, Mariamma. I always wondered why a new born child emerged into this world on this plaintive note. Is it because the first gasp of fresh air is painful or does the comfort zone of the womb disappear so suddenly.  Giving birth is painful but the pain is nullified by the bundle of joy it brings forth.


While the new born nursed she suddenly fell into a deep sleep, and saw a boundless dream. A sweet smile unfurled on her face. It was awesome and I marveled at it. While watching her charming smile, ‘Ammachi’ would have definitely forgotten all the pains she endured.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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JOYOUS MOMENTS AND SENTIMENTS


Events like marriage and birth in our ‘Mana’ were joyous moments for not only the family members but also for all who were dependent on us. They considered it their duty to participate in all these functions. No special invitation was necessary. Our labourers used to come and have their share in cash and kind. Similarly deaths in the ‘Mana’ pierced their heart. They would cry out aloud on the parting of ‘Thamar’, an owner. 


We used to celebrate Christmas, Easter and Onam festival. The religious ceremonies in the church especially the long service on Holy Friday was tiring for us. On Easter day we used to feast on mutton, duck and pork. Appachan used to make a beautiful crib. Ammachi would prepare special food. We used to get new clothes for Christmas and Onam festival. I vividly remember us, children, running around with tiny baskets to pluck even wild flowers like the white flowers of ’Thumba’, the attractive yellow flowers of ‘Mukuthi’, the red coloured flowers of touch-me-not, ‘Thechi’ Crysanthamum Ind, and the various hues of lantenna flowers to make a flower bed.  Ammachi would draw the floral bed design and we all join to help her to make the floral bed. Those who visited us on ‘Uthradam’ (previous day of Onam) and Onam day would appreciate ‘Ammachi’s aesthetic tastes. 

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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JOYOUS MOMENTS AND SENTIMENTS OF OTHER FAUNA AND FLORA



I have realized that the varied fauna and flora too have joyous moments and sentiments. The degree of expression manifested would vary according to the number of chromosomes in a particular being. They too have the deftness for preying. The males attract females with their charm and charisma. Music and rhythmic movements are known to them.  They too express their love and affection.  This is noticed particularly on the arrival of a new baby. They look after them very well till they become independent. They grieve for their dead. Some of them live as a community; practice division of labour and knew the art of communicating. Many of them moved in partnership with different classes of animals for preying. Do they believe in any of the man made discrimination of religion, caste or creed? Do they pray for an ultimate Heavenly abode?  


Other fauna and flora too expresses its joys and sorrows, which is manifested by its sprouting, spreading out new leaves, flowering, fruiting and shedding leaves.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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Friday, 19 June 2015

WHAT A HALABALOO


Election time was one which was noisy as each party vied with the other to make their presence felt. We heard ‘Ammachi’ telling ‘Appachan’ about the forthcoming election. Campaigning was colourful and varied.  One day I noted an Ox-cart in Kumbalam with posters of the Congress party candidates on either side. Two youngsters, one of them handing out notices and another on megaphone were canvassing for the Congress Party.

The tumult grew louder; the words became more distinct.  Volunteers   upholding the red flag sang “Petty Petty Kalapetty, Kalapettikku Vottilla; “Communist Party Zindabad, and Inquilab, Inquilab, Inquilab Zindabad.” The earth crumbled under people’s feet; the dust flew up and the air reeked. Above sun had already begun to burn furiously. Both the parties went round the island in canoes depicting their logos. “The sickle and a hammer” was the symbol of Communist Party. The volunteers even went around a door to door campaign. I saw groups with their leader came to our house to have a talk with ‘Appachan’ too.

The 1957 election results were proclaimed a few days later. The day the results were announced, I heard the tumult of men and barking of dogs. We ran to see what was happening. A lot of hefty guys were moving towards the north ferry end. Most of them carried poles. One guy carried a big pole on which a red flag was folded and tied. We have seen processions of political parties. Everybody was rejoicing. We didn’t know the exact reason but from their talk we gathered that they had won the election. We waited near our gate to see what the next event was going to be. We saw Comrades: N.K. (Parameswaran), OK, BK, M.S. Ayyappan, Raman Mattakkal and Vava (Megaphone), the Communist Party leaders, going to the ferry. NK smiled at me since I knew him. He too was a member of the Kumbalam Deseeya Vikasana Samithy, (National Development Committee) and used to come home to meet ‘Appachan’.

Comrade N.K. Parameswaran gave a brief but vibrant speech highlighting the struggles of common labourers, poor farmers, coconut clibers and agricultural labourers. He portrayed the feudal lords as the personification of all evil and those who rebel against them as harbingers of a new life and freedom from all kinds of oppression. It was an honest reflection of the times when agricultural labourers and coconut climbers began to organize themselves and revolt against feudal oppression. The common man looked at the communist movement with great hope. He was overwhelmed with joy at their victory in the election.  

After some time we heard the sound of fireworks; crackers coupled with the loud beating of the drums. A procession came with lighted torches and all the people intoned triumphantly the slogans their leader chanted. The air was filled with thunderous slogans, like “Inquilab, Inquilab, Inquilab Zindabad”, “Muthalalitham Thulayatte”, let capitalism go to the dogs, and E.M.S Zindhabad.” The red flags they were holding were fluttering in the gentle breeze. Their sloganss were louder and stronger when they reached our ‘Mana,’ house. What a powerful voice! What is it that they achieved? We approached ‘Ammachi’; she was ready with her answer. She asked, “Did you know they won the election by getting better votes?” She explained to us, “Vote is a method by which we, the elders, exercise a right to choose our candidate to rule this country and the people.” The Congress, the OX symbol, used to run this country. The people were unhappy about their rule. They allege that the landlords used to harass the tenants and they are not giving reasonable wages to the labourers. Therefore they are discontented. They elected the Communist Party into power and Comrade E.M.S. Nambuthiripad was appointed as the Chief Minister of Kerala. Let him rule the country for the next five years. She further pointed out that it was the first time a Communist government was democratically elected to power anywhere in the world; and she emphasized, “a unique event.” She added; the great poet Shri. Changampuzha Krishna Pillai has written in his poem, “Vazhakula” about his unhappiness throwing embers in these lines: -
“Ethinokke Pariharam Cheyyathatangumo
  Pathithare Ningal Than Pinmurakkar. ”
The poet console the lower castes in the caste ridden society by saying, “Their descendants would expiate the oppression meted out to them” by the upper castes.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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“INQUILAB ZINDHAB” (Victory to Revolution)

In the early days of capitalism, employers in their struggle for maximum profits were able to act with almost complete ruthlessness in their treatment of workers. They would take advantage of the rise in unemployment or inflow of immigrant workers to reduce wages to a bare minimum, using the lock-out if necessary to starve workers into submission. They imposed excessive hours of labour and ordered temporary extensions of normal hours without giving overtime pay. They employed workers in overcrowded and unsanitary factories and workshops. The conditions were often unsafe and exposed workers to frequent accidents from dangerous machinery. They introduced new working processes and machinery at will, often replacing men by lower-paid women and children. Child labour was rampant. Factory discipline was like that of a military force, and workers who mutinied could be sacked and blacklisted; by arrangement with other employers, so that they could not get work elsewhere. Employers accepted no responsibility for payment of wages during sickness, and workers were sacked or disabled had to rely on their own resources. We live in a money economy in which we have to buy food, clothes and other amenities in order to survive. For most people, the main source of income to buy these things is their wage packet or salary cheque; the price they are paid for the sale of their mental and physical energies to an employer. Unlike workers who have to find an employer in order to live, the owners of the means of production and distribution live on incomes derived from the ownership of land and invested capital. Society, therefore, is divided into two classes: those who own and control, and the wage and salary earners who work for them. There is a conflict of interest between these two classes: one trying to pay as little as possible for the labour-power it purchases to operate its means of production, the other trying to get as high a price as possible for the commodity it has to sell, i.e. its labour-power. But the struggle between the property-owning capitalist class and the wage-earning working class is more than a simple struggle between buyers and sellers. It is also a struggle on the part of the working class to mitigate its exploitation by the capitalist class. Labourers ultimately found, after painful experience, that by forming combinations and working together they could make their demands much more impressive. Trade Unions were formed to resist these pressures. Trade Unions tried to achieve common goals such as protecting the integrity of its trade, improving safety standards, achieving higher pay and benefits such as health care and retirement, increasing the number of employees an employer assigns to complete the work, unfair dismissal, and maintaining and improving working conditions without the threat of termination. The trade union, through its leadership, collectively bargains with the employer, on behalf of union members, and negotiates labour contracts with employers. This may include the negotiation of wages, work rules, complaint procedures, rules governing hiring, firing and promotion of workers, benefits, workplace safety and policies. I am of he opinion that the privileged class, the civil servants, defense, revenue and police shall not be allowed to involve in trade union activities at all or have political allegiance to political parties because that will affect their impartial nature. They execute the orders of the government in power in letter and spirit, and without any bias. The government is bound to look after their welfare and make them contended. As the immediate consequence of successful union action was to reduce the employer's profits, their reaction was predictable and they did everything they could to crush the unions. They got the government and parliament to declare the unions as illegal organizations under laws carrying savage penalties. In Kochi, the commercial city of Kerala, South India, the Communist Party of India started to spread its movement in the grass roots level along with the establishment of People’s Circle or Assembly locally called ‘Praja Mandalam’. Subsequent to the attack of Police Station at Edappally there was a concerted effort to develop and strengthen the party. In Kumbalam Village, it was Comrade N.K. Parameswaran who led the Communist movement. He along with a few other comrades (N.K., OK, BK, M.S. Ayyappan, Raman Mattakkal, and Megaphone-Vava,) were the active members. In 1954, the movement became powerful with the strike of the coconut climbers. I vividly recall NK, other party members and their followers conducted a march with a red flag, and they paraded through the main avenue with forceful and attractive slogans like “Communist Party Zindabad; and Inquilab, Inquilab, Inquilab Zindabad.” It started with the termination of an employee of Makkar Haji Mundempally and the strike lasted for 140 days. The police harassed and beaten up the prominent party leaders as well as some of the labourers. The ill-will and spite later ended up in the cold murder of Abu Haji the mastermind behind the harassment, by the Naxalites, a splinter group broke away from the Communist Party (Marxist.) Like every other region in the country where socialist-communist ideas had a foothold, in Kerala its propagation and dissemination were first taken up by popular art forms. There was a celebration of a new awareness about class and human liberation that was materialist and devoid of any spiritual trappings of the past. Apart from roadside meetings and study classes for the cadre, there was an urgent need to reach out to the masses—the peasants, workers and the common people—in order for the movement to spread its ideas and add momentum to the forces of social change. The KPAC (Kerala Peoples’ Arts Club) was one of the most popular among several peoples’ theatre movements all over Kerala, and one that explicitly propagated progressive and communist ideals. KPAC entered the scene in 1952 with the play “Ningalenne Kammunistakki” (You Made Me a Communist.) Two important films of the 1950s, “Neelakkuyil” (The Blue Cuckoo) directed by P. Bhaskaran & Ramu Kariat in 1954 and “Rarichan Enna Pouran” (Citizen Rarichan) again by P. Bhaskaran in 1956, both scripted by the famous writer Uroob, represent the mood of the decade. Both the films, though they do not explicitly speak about communism, deeply engage issues that the progressive movements of the period were addressing—casteism, feudalism, exploitation of agricultural labour, inequality and poverty. Moreover, both the filmmakers and several other artists who worked behind it were either members or sympathizers of the communist movement. “Neelakkuyil” has as its protagonist Sreedharan Nair, a schoolteacher, the typical representative of modernity and of nation building. But this representative of modernity, rationalism and progress turns out to be an ambivalent figure. He seduces and impregnates the dalit woman Neeli, and afterwards abandons her, unequal to challenging the barriers of caste. Excommunicated by her community and rejected by the schoolteacher, Neeli is thrown onto the streets to die a miserable death on the railway track. Upon her death, Sankaran Nair, the village postman, takes her son into his custody, and raises him. Meanwhile Sreedharan Nair marries a respectable Nair woman. In the end, haunted by guilt, he is forced to reveal the truth. His son is restored to him by the postman, who urges him to bring him up as a human being. “Rarichan Enna Pouran” (Citizen Rarichan) is about an adolescent boy. He is the son of a villager who runs an oil press. Their family is ousted from the village by the landlord and their hut is destroyed. Driven to the brink, his father murders the landlord and is sentenced to capital punishment. The prevailing circumstances push Rarichan’s mother into insanity and the children onto the streets. After her death, he also loses his brother, and seeks livelihood in a small town where he stays with a Muslim widow who runs a tea shop. Eventually, Rarichan is forced to commit a theft to conduct the marriage of the only daughter of his surrogate family. He is found guilty by the court and sent to a juvenile home. The milieu that surrounds the adolescent Rarichan is one that is on the verge of radical transformations—from a rural into an industrial economy, from a caste-based society into a secular-modern one. But in this ferment, where does a citizen-to-be like Rarichan fit in? This is the question that the film raises. Both vehemently reject the casteist and feudal past and traditions and look forward to a better future. The aforementioned popular play of KPAC, “Ningalenne Kammunistakki” (You Made Me a Communist) was filmed in 1970 after over one and a half decades of successful stage performances all over Kerala and was directed by Thoppil Bhasi himself. That film was an instant hit with the audience all over southern Kerala. In the preface to the book, the Communist leader C. Unniraja observes that Malayalam theatre was in the midst of a renaissance of sorts and the play Ningalenne Kommunistakki marked the turning point: As far as its content is concerned, it is the first play that brought on stage common labourers, poor farmers, and agricultural labourers and made their lives, problems and struggles into its theme and such people into its heroes and heroines. It is an honest reflection of the times when agricultural labourers began to organize themselves and revolt against feudal oppression. The film was made on an occasion when central and state governments were contemplating “Land Reforms.” The story is about Paramu Pillai, an aging and conservative Nair who has seen better times in his life. We see him gloating over the glorious past of his ancestors who had vast stretches of paddy land and lived a luxurious life. He is blind to the present, where the old order is falling apart: the untouchables are flouting caste laws, peasants are organizing themselves and asserting their rights, and communists are fomenting trouble everywhere. In Paramu Pillai’s words, “Men from all castes now grow moustaches, and women are no longer demure.” To top it all, his own son, a college student, is a communist. Paramu Pillai is furious with him but he is no longer in control of things; even his friends, who belong to the same class, ultimately cheat him and grab his property. Finally Paramu Pillai realizes his class being and joins a communist procession shouting ‘Inquilab Zindabad’ (Victory to Revolution.) The film portrays the opposing classes in black-and-white terms, with the feudal lords as the personification of all evil and those who rebel against them as harbingers of a new life and freedom from all kinds of oppression. Interestingly, a love triangle within the narrative resonates with ambivalence about the new movement’s view of caste oppression and subaltern subjectivity. The young communist hero, who is also a college student, falls in love with his college-mate and daughter of the local feudal lord, and they decide to marry. But there is also a girl from the Harijan (lower caste) family he frequents who is silently in love with him. But after some time she realizes that her upper-caste hero is in love with his college mate. Though there is a transgression of class boundaries here, caste boundaries seem to stay. Some of the other significant films of the period that explicitly dealt with communist themes were ‘Punnapra Vayalar” in 1968, by Kunchacko, “Mooladhanam” (Capital) in 1969 by P. Bhaskaran) and “Anubhavangal Paalichakal” (Shattered Experience) in 1971, by K.S. Sethumadhavan). Both Punnapra Vayalar, which was based on a historical event, and Ningalenne Kommunistakki look at the movement with great hope, and dwell upon the oppression faced by the peasantry under the feudal system and the newly emerging capitalist initiatives in the industrial sector. Punnapra Vayalar is about the historic resistance of the people in the villages of the same name, and the eventual police firing that took the lives of many people. It was an event that was to leave its mark in the history of Keralam, and the film sings paeans to the memory and courage of the martyrs who laid down their lives for communist ideals. In line with the popular theatre/film trends of the time, the film weaves the story of a family and also the inevitable love story into its fabric. Likewise, it also has several songs as an added attraction. Mooladhanam by P. Bhaskaran also begins with a public procession against the Dewan of Travancore, demanding democratic self-governance. The film’s educative mission is very explicit, being directly stated time and again whenever occasion arises. For instance, it starts with a card: ‘1944-46. A time when popular struggles against the rule of the Dewan of Travancore were spreading all over the land demanding democratic polity.’ It is followed by an introductory voice-over which says, ‘India is now independent. Democracy is the foundation of our social structure now. To achieve this, we have paid a huge price—and that price was sacrifice. The sacrifice of people from all walks of life. This edifice of democracy is founded upon the blood of thousands of martyrs and people who renounced everything, and they include women, children and the aged among them. Here is a glimpse of that history. During this voice-over, we see thronging crowds, processions of people shouting slogans and carrying placards demanding democratic rule. This scene cuts to a meeting where the protagonist is making a speech where he says, ‘We need capital for anything. We want freedom, we want democracy, we want agricultural land, we want jobs, and we want to live happy lives. And the capital we have to invest in order to achieve these is sacrifice, the sacrifice of everyone, including children and the aged.” This is followed by a short discussion about the land question. After this, we are introduced to the family of the revolutionary-protagonists, Ravi and Mammootty. While Ravi is happily married and has a daughter, Mammooty is in love with Nabeesa. This ‘inner’ tranquility of the family is upset by the arrival of the disturbing news from ‘outside’: there is a curfew and the party wants Ravi to go underground. This constant tension between the inside and outside, individual and society, the family and the collective/party is a continuing theme in all these films. To escape the police hunt, Ravi goes underground, and moves to a town where he takes up the job of a private tutor in a rich home. Mammootty, in a moment of weakness, breaks the rule and comes out of hiding to meet his lover, where he is caught by the police. While in hiding, Ravi writes a novel about his life which he entrusts one of his friends to get published. Ravi’s wife gets arrested, and her children are thrown onto the streets. One day, they happen to come begging to the house where their father works as a teacher. They do not recognize their father, though he does, but is not in a position to own up. For Ravi, it is an endless story of betrayal. His novel is published and wins an award, but his friend does it in his own name; his wife has to succumb to the desires of the same plagiarizer in order to get her son released from the police. Eventually when Ravi returns home he finds his family scattered; but he is more shattered by the news of his wife’s infidelity. Infuriated, he wants to break with her. Mammooty and Nabisa convince him of his wife’s courage and worth, and he finally realizes his fault. But when he returns to her, it is too late. Unable to bear the guilt, she commits suicide. Infidelity within the family forms the central theme of another film, “Anubhavangal Palichakal” (1971), based on a novel by Thakazhi Sivasankara Pillai and directed by K.S. Sethumadhavan. The film portrays the tragic story of Chellappan, a dedicated communist always ready to stand up for the rights of workers. Like other films of this genre, this film also begins with some panoramic shots of workers doing varied jobs and a song in the background appealing to the proletariat of the world to unite. The protagonist Chellappan is married to Bhavani and they have two children. From the beginning Chellappan is suspicious of Bhavani. In fact the film begins with him getting up in the middle of the night, trying to recollect how he reached home the day before after a bout of drinking with his friend Gopalan, with whom he suspects his wife has an affair. Chellappan is a bold fighter for justice, and after a tiff with the local capitalist, he is forced to go underground. He moves to another village. There, while trying to get into a routine life, his mind goes ‘astray’—he begins to fall in love with the girl of the house where he is hiding. Stung by guilt, he runs away to the city. In the city he encounters a workers’ strike in which he gets involved and is arrested. In the jail, he meets Gopalan, and comes to know about his family. In his absence Bhavani moves in with Gopalan to start a new life. Chellappan is shattered by the news and to add to the injury, the party committee in town is critical of his adventurism and even suspects him of being an agent provocateur. Released, he returns home, and comes to know that his last link with the family, his daughter, has died. Leaving everything behind, he returns to the city where the situation of the strike has worsened. He decides to take things into his own hands, kills the capitalist and surrenders to the police. He is found guilty and is given capital punishment. On the day of execution, Bhavani, Gopalan and his son come to the jail to receive his body. The film ends with the shot of his burial site which is next to that of his daughter. This emotionally-charged film is a very disturbing look at the question of belief and faith—in the party and its ideals on the one side, and the family on the other. Both institutions seem to demand huge sacrifices to sustain them. The conflation of the institution and morals of the party with that of the family continues here too, and most of the action occurs within the space of the family. Another interesting feature is the prevalence of night shots; significantly, almost half of the film’s sequences occur at night. They seem to live in a world enveloped in darkness, and are caught up in its web and groping to find a way out. (“Some notes on Communist idea/ls in Malayalam Cinema: Hope, Disenchantment and Nostalgia” C.S. Venkiteswaran.) Yet another film namely “Adimakal Udamakal” ( Slaves are the Masters) is a 1987 Malayalam feature film directed by I.V. Sasi, and produced by Century Films written by T Damodaran and starring Mammootty, Mohanlal, Nalini and Seema in the lead roles. It is a political film on trade union and its functioning in factories. The story revolves a trade union and company owner who is a lady. She brings a new manager Mohan Cheriyan (Mohanlal) to solve the company issues with trade union leaders. When the company was about to lay off due to union problems, Raghavan (Mammootty) suggest a new formula for solving the company issues and this leads to save the company. Finally Raghavan was killed by his own men. The film also shows the nexus between politicians and factory owners dumping workers for their selfish deeds. I recall some of the English films too. The 2000 film, “Bread and Roses” deals with the struggle of poorly paid janitorial workers in Los Angeles and their fight for better working conditions and their right to unionize. The 2010 British film “Made in Dagenham”, starring Sally Hawkins, dramatizes the Ford sewing machinist’s strike of 1968 that aimed for equal pay for women. Gender equality is the view that men and women should receive equal treatment and should not be discriminated against based on gender. This is the objective of the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights, which seeks to create equality in law and in social situations, such as democratic activities and securing equal pay for equal work. Both labour unions, the C.I.T.U (Communist) and the I.N.T.U.C. (Congress), BMS and others started collective bargaining, followed by demonstrations, slogans, led successful boycotts and strikes, and later by gherao, bandh and hartal to achieve their goals.

VICTORY IS ALWAYS WITH THE PEOPLE

The governments are created to protect the natural rights of life, liberty and property of its subjects. The governments shall not neglect the welfare of the people. Presently all the political parties and movements have degenerated and the eyes and hearts of political leaders are riveted on power and money. They have forgotten the common man who elevated them to their seats of power.


In the event of a government do not come up to the expectation of the people and the foreign policy of the government fails and a war ensued with the result some portion of our territory is conquered by an enemy country; the fundamental rights enshrined in the Constitution are suspended or infringed and / or a government engrossed in corruption, nepotism, bias and ineptitude of a serious and grave nature; the people, have a vested right to protest against it. Their anger and resentment might build up into a full scale revolution. If necessary, the people are naturally and rationally justified in overthrowing a government in power in a peaceful way. I make it clear that public property shall not be destroyed in the bargain. The government and the members of the parliament and legislatures shall beware that “the will of the people is supreme than the parliament and any other form of government.” But such agitation shall be directed against issues only, not against any particular individual. The people, and not any one individual, should be the real sovereign.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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Friday, 12 June 2015

A VILLAGE MARRIAGE


I remember that marriages were big events in this tiny Island. I have observed the kind of co-operation among the locals had no bounds. It was remarkable to see the way they worked together. A ‘Pandal’, a temporary shed, used to be erected with areca stakes tightened together with bamboo poles, the lower and upper portion of the sides were covered with ‘China Veli’, a ready-made Chinese fencing, and top thatched with plaited coconut leaves or tarpaulin sheet was spread on top as a canopy during rainy season. A “WELCOME” arch with decorations would be put at the entrance. This was erected in the courtyard. A ‘Manikolam’, a bridal seat, would be made and decorated the next day.

The following evening, heralding the great event the ‘Thengepattu blared out. This was a loudspeaker fitted on a coconut tree trunk and a gramophone played at earsplitting decibel levels. In 1980s and 1990s, Sreenivasan Embramthiri of Durga Bhavan situated near Kalathil Bhagavathi temple was popular for his light and sound arrangements for marriages and other important events at Kumbalam.


A lot of people in the neighbourhood believed that it was their duty to help the host in need. They would gather on the previous day to run around in that wedding house. They would clean the ‘Varppu’, a large bronze utensil with a wide mouth and the two ‘Urulis’, small bronze utensils to prepare food were borrowed from our ‘Mana. They help the chef and his helpers in preparing the food for the feast. Their neighbours would volunteer gratuitously worked at the wedding house. The hosts took particular care to let the helpers eat, drink and be merry. The host would provide adequate booze if possible military rum too, the special item at the bar. Plenty of arrack and the local toddy would also be made available to treat those helpers. 

Jacob and I used to go to the gate to gaze at the young couples. The Hindu bride normally draped herself in a colourful, bright and shining Kancheepuram silk saree with a matching blouse or a cream coloured saree with golden jerry and a matching blouse. A bunch of jasmine flowers were tucked into her long braid and a small ‘Kuri’ made of sandal paste adorned her forehead. In addition to that married lady would smear vermillion on her forehead.

Some of the virgin girls took ‘Thalam’ with kindled lamps and went out to receive the bridegroom, who would normally wear an impeccably white dhoti with a white or light coloured full sleeve shirt. He too adorned the ‘Kuri’ on his forehead. The Christian brides usually wear a cream coloured elegant Pasmina silk saree. The couples would also be wearing garlands. The crowd made way for the groom and made him sit at the bridal seat. During the marriage ceremony the bridegroom ties a ‘Thali’. This is a marriage badge which is worn as a center piece of the nuptial string, a neck ornament of the bride. This is an Indian custom among all religions and castes and identifies a married lady.

The Hindu houses served only vegetarian dishes like an Onam Sadhya. The dessert is normally either ‘Parippu Payasam’ or ‘Adapradhaman’ or both. On the contrary the Christians would have a feast with beef, chicken pork and fish, a real spread. These are festive occasions for the stray dogs as well. They howl, bark and fight with each other for the crumbs. All this activity combined with the ‘Thengepattu’ was very eventful and fascinating. Nobody in the locality would be able to sleep that night. As for the Muslims, they would have their mutton or chicken biriyani, raitha and a piece of pineapple as dessert.

The guests praised the bride and teased the groom. Most of the neighbours fully participate and contribute even reasonable amounts to the host. Both the host and the guests are happy. It was so good to find such co-operation and a lot of fun on these occasions! We too used to get a small pot full of ‘Payasam’, dessert, which was sent across to our house as soon as it was ready.

By the end of the twentieth century, every community had their own community hall where the marriage receptions are normally being conducted. Life has become fast and the co-operation that existed amongst the Islanders is gradually diminishing. These days, the host engages a caterer to supply a lunch (either serviced by his agents or buffet). Everybody seems very busy and do not have time to care for the others. While fully engrossed in taking photographs and video the new couple and the host would totally forget the invitees.


I wondered why people spend so lavishly for the printing of wedding cards; saris and jewelry and other paraphernalia in connection with marriage. Aren’t they becoming a show of extravaganza? I wish the government would make restrictions and curtail the number of invitees and the expense to be incurred.  Why don’t they limit it to about two hundred invitees and see that the expenses do not overshoot a maximum amount of one lakh rupees. Those who cross the limit should be made to pay an exorbitant sum as luxury tax. The amounts thus collected could be utilized for worthy causes like marriages and settlement of youths in orphanages.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
josephjthayamkeril.blogspot.com
josephjthayamkeril@gmail.com