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Dear Maveli



Dear Maveli,

The sight of your beloved Kerala during this Onam will break your heart. There are no floral carpets to welcome you. The air does not resound with joyful songs. The charming thiruvathira dancers are not seen. Where are the tigers of the pulikali?

What you find all over your land is devastation. Hills collapsed in the fury of gushing waters. The waters carried away homes and roads. They carried away the flowers that used to bloom cheerfully for you. Whole townships like Cheruthoni are ruined entirely. Rivers have changed their courses and redrawn the map of your country. What is left is helpless gloom. And our determination to spring back to vitality.

We will bounce back. In spite of the hostility of our present king who calls himself our Pradhan Sevak just to mask his colossal narcissism. He has not only refused to help your country with the required assistance but also blocked the assistance coming from across the borders. So, you see, we have to fight not only the consequences of the deluge but also the hostility of our present king.

In such a tragic situation, you won’t expect floral carpets and nirapara, thiruvathira and pulikali, we know. Give us time. We are not only rebuilding ourselves but also learning some lessons. Lessons like the futility of communalism and aggrandisement. We are learning to cooperate. We are learning lessons of generosity. Maybe, we will rebuild ourselves into another Mavelinaadu. You will be proud of us when you come the next time.

Return to your Patalam in peace, dear Maveli. We shall deal with the new Vamana.




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  1. UnknownAugust 23, 2018 at 11:19 PM

    Sir with all due respect I would like to tell you I did not intend to hurt your sentiments in any way but any one must have the courage to be what he is. Why hiding behind the shadows. Show your real face to all the hindus and how you disrespect their god calling them sanghis. You blocked me and Shally Singh just because we were saying the truth. It was you who taught us at school to speak up against oppression and now you run away.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 24, 2018 at 9:16 AM

      I enjoy good jokes. You are welcome with more of them.

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    2. UnknownAugust 24, 2018 at 9:31 AM

      The way you blocked me on Facebook shows how much you loved my joke. Being a good student of yours I will surely be telling more jokes. Have a nice time sir.

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    3. sonupasiAugust 24, 2018 at 4:17 PM

      I want to take distance admission in Kerala for UG

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