In Fond Memory of My late Grandfather T.P.Chandy

Recently I happened to visit a remote village and there a Lepers colony. The lepers are given free housing and food as they have been abandoned by their families. I was really moved by their gratitude and mirth. What surprised me most was that their housing was donated by my late grandfather T P Chandy in loving memory of his wife, late Alyeamma Chandy. I reflect on his philanthropic spirit and fondly reminisce his concern for the sick, poor and down trodden. Dear Appachan (Granddad), I am filled with awe, respect and love for you.


I had the fortune to correct the English Book of 6 Graders. There were so many errors in sentence construction, grammar and punctuation. I felt like a scientist, drawing red markings over their writing. I remember the Philosopher Derrida’s phrase: ‘to write is to have the passion of origin’. What gives me the greatest satisfaction is leaving my Asemic signature at the end. Correction is marvelous writing, like stars twinkling in the night sky and it has a passion—a pleasurable origin.


We all know that Trump’s visit to the Middle East resulted in the lassoing in on Middle Eastern Countries to isolate Qatar. Trump has used the polish of persuasion and the whip of coercion to rope all the Countries.

TRUMPTELLIGENCE as an idiom means the usage of persuasion and coercion to isolate a Country, politically and economically.

Example TRUMPTELLIGENCE as a political strategy is gentle as a lamb and cunning as a snake to oust Countries supporting Islamic Jihadis.


On a scooter
The cool breeze
Of dawn sprinkled
My face like ethereal
Birds were scattering
Dawn like an epiphany
Of poems…
The sky is blooming
Into flowery colors…
Clouds are dancing
Like butterflies in
Poetic prose….
I am feeling so
Sedated with
Weeds of happiness…
My mind merged with
This tranquil lullaby
As Songs of love
Written by Solomon…

Journal Tuesday 5th 2017

My colleague of mine, a neighbor too, in her mid 40’s remains grouchy and sullen all the time. My pleasant smile is hardly returned back. She is pretty mean with the kids she teaches. Her husband left the other shore quite early in life. I think I know what her problem is. Her face is never twinkling; always one can see creases on her forehead. I think I know her problem. What she needs is a good fuck! Then things will be alright! Saw a black cat in my work premises. It was ambling as though it had no cares in the world. Read a black poem to the students and introduced them to the mannerisms of Black Literature. The students were ignorant of Blues Jazz and Rap and I told them to YouTube it. I work with students whose language is not native English and they are quite illiterate with contemporary culture. Evening I went to visit an Uncle of mine who is stricken with Bone cancer and has only days left. I was quite surprised by the mirth on his face. He was smiling and joking all the time even when destiny was playing a mean trick on him. I thought of Schopenhauer’s phrase: The Will to Live and the Will to Die. I have never seen so much courage in times of fortitude. I admire his audacity to become a corpse and then turn into skull and bones. Came back from the hospital and started reading Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea. I thought how attached the boy was to the grandfather. In the night I was woken by a dream. The boy was applying perfume on the lifeless grandfather.