And Quiet Flows the Nila (Pic Courtesy : Wikipedia)
There must be something in the waters of Bharathapuzha. How else do you explain all that cultural, literary, spiritual and artistic magnificence that sprouted and thrived along its banks?
Unfortunately all that magnificence seems to have given way for maleficence these days from what I hear. The general malaise of corruption that seems to be killing life as it should be lived everywhere, is slowly choking the life out of Bharathapuzha too. But we are not here to discuss that. It’s Bharathapuzha as Nila that I come to talk about and as Nila, she continues to flow unabated, because she flows where no corruption can breach an entry – in the psyche of every Malayali who cherishes his art, his music and his poetry. And there, she is no mere river; she is a manifestation, of a whole ethos. Read the rest of this entry