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Kamala Surayya (Das) .

Kamala Surayya(Das)

(31 March 1932 – 31 May 2009)

To many she was a shameless bitch to others she represented the fearless Indian woman who wasn’t ashamed of expressing herself and questioning the orthodoxies of Indian society.

When I read her for the first time, I have to admit, I was both stumped and scandalized by her poetry.

The long drugged male chauvinist in me suddenly woke and questioned the morality of her works, “how dare she write something like this?”

Further reading only made me admire her courage, what might have it been to write feminist and erotic poetry in her time;to question male supremacy?

Her death is sure to leave a vacuum in Indian Feminist Poetry for a long time to come.

I leave you with two of my favorite Kamala Surayya poems.


You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her

in the long summer of your love so that she would forget

not the raw seasons alone and the homes left behind, but

also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless

pathways of the sky. It was not to gather knowledge

of yet another man that I came to you but to learn

what I was and by learning, to learn to grow, but every

lesson you gave was about yourself. You were pleased

with my body’s response, its weather, its usual shallow

convulsions. You dribbles spittle into my mouth, you poured

yourself into every nook and cranny, you embalmed

my poor lust with your bitter-sweet juices. You called me wife,

I was taught to break saccharine into tea and

to offer at the right moment vitamins. Cowering

beneath your monstrous ego I ate the magic loaf and

became a dwarf. I lost my will and reason, to all your

questions I mumbled incoherent replies. The summer

begins to pall. I remember the ruder breezes

of the fall and the smoke from burning leaves. Your room is

always lit by artificial light, your windows, always

shut. Even the air-conditioned helps so little,

all pervasive is the male scent of your breath. The cut flowers

in the vases have begun to smell of human sweat. There is

no more singing, no more dance, my mind is an old

playhouse with all its lights put out. The strong man’s


is always the same. He serves his love in lethal doses

for love is Narcissus at the water’s edge haunted

by its lonely face, and, yet it must seek at last

an end, a pure, total freedom, it must will the mirrors

to shatter and the kind night to erase the water.


Do not look into Radha’s eyes O friends

For her soul lies dead inside

As cobwebs block the doorways, unused,

Grief now mars her lonely eyes

He has been gone for years, that Krishna who

Once was hers alone. Perhaps

Another holds him now, a lovelier and

More fortunate one. And yet

Poor Radha must live on, for life is long.


Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)

Forgive me for the mathematical references but couldn’t help publishing it. This one’s for those of you who know any bit of Abstract Mathematics(hope you enjoy!):

This is seriously brilliant!


The path of love is never smooth
But mine’s continuous for you
You’re the upper bound in the chains of my heart
You’re my Axiom of Choice, you know it’s true

But lately our relation’s not so well-defined
And I just can’t function without you
I’ll prove my proposition and I’m sure you’ll find
We’re a finite simple group of order two

I’m losing my identity
I’m getting tensor every day
And without loss of generality
I will assume that you feel the same way

Since every time I see you, you just quotient out
The faithful image that I map into
But when we’re one-to-one you’ll see what I’m about
‘Cause we’re a finite simple group of order two

Our equivalence was stable,
A principal love bundle sitting deep inside
But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms
Now everything is so complexified

When we first met, we simply connected
My heart was open but too dense
Our system was already directed
To have a finite limit, in some sense

I’m living in the kernel of a rank-one map
From my domain, its image looks so blue,
‘Cause all I see are zeroes, it’s a cruel trap
But we’re a finite simple group of order two

I’m not the smoothest operator in my class,
But we’re a mirror pair, me and you,
So let’s apply forgetful functors to the past
And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,
Let’s be a finite simple group of order two
(Oughter: “Why not three?”)

I’ve proved my proposition now, as you can see,
So let’s both be associative and free
And by corollary, this shows you and I to be
Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.



I hate it when people associate wrong words to the wrong things, for example for the people living in the North India everything hot is spicy, the word spicy to them means hot. Is it because they have no sense of taste or is it because their forefathers never tasted spices? I wonder why Vasco Da Gama came to Kerala and not the plains of Northern India…

Nevertheless, the recent recession in the US and across the globe has been compared to the Great Depression of 1929. Historically looking, the present scenario doesn’t even closely resemble what our fathers or their fathers or their grandfathers witnessed in the year 1929. I suggest these retards aka journalists and self assumed economic gurus and you guys who’re influenced by these retards read up on the panic of 1873.

While the great depression was fueled by over production and other such things, what we’re witnessing today is a crisis thanks to the mortgaging policies, which has got nothing to do with industrial production. While the main reason for great depression were industrial houses the reason why we’re facing the heat today is because of bank policies. The historical model which ought to be refered to therefore is the panic of 1873 and NOT the Great Depression of 1929!

Like people across the globe I too am angry with the whole situation not that I have invested in stocks and am living on a loaned house or whatever but because some retard floated rumors of my bank crashing and I cannot access my account.

The G8 met last week and so did the G20 while the leaders of euro nations met today. Thats fine, but will all these meetings produce a result? Research says otherwise

When’ll I be able to access my account again?

Someone’s got to do some serious answering here…

By the way is Khakra spicy or hot?

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