RECKLESS REVOLUTION - STORY BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

RECKLESS REVOLUTION 
Chapter 1 
"Good Morning Viswanathan Sir"
Ramya wished him. She has not forgotten his name.  She invited Ramya to his house. She lives in a flat in the city itself.
“I wish to narrate my life here, said Viswanathan of the Newspaper based in Kochi.
The next few days, Viswanathan did some fundamental thinking and this is the conclusion he reached:
“Create chaos and something good will come out of it.”
Scholarly debates about what does and does not constitute a revolution canter on several issues.
Several generations of scholarly thought on revolutions have generated many competing theories and contributed much to the current understanding of this complex phenomenon.
He took the initial step to create chaos. He chucked his Reporter’s job at the newspaper office and came out onto the broad, dangerous pathway.
The pathway turned out to be very narrow and tough but not so beautiful, as he soon found out.
Viswanathan visited some other newspaper offices for a better job. He showed them his published articles and books of revolution. But the people there were very rigid.
They insisted on a person possessing a degree in mass communication, in addition to relevant work experience before considering him for a job.
Viswanathan sulked for a week and then decided to try his luck in publishing “little” magazines and pamphlets inviting revolution in the country.
He picked up a directory of advertising agencies in Kochi and shortlisted about a dozen where he could apply for a Reporter’s job. He called up their creative heads to a meeting.  One of them told him to come over right away. 
The fellow he met on reaching the agency’s office spoke with a strong accent, sported a pointed beard, had oversized glasses, and wore a belt as thin as a string. He raised his eyes when Viswanathan told him that he wanted to join his advertising agency as a Reporter.
“What makes you want to join as Reporter?”
A question from the funny-looking guy came to my attention.
In his vain glory, Viswanathan told him that once he made a beginning as editor, he could switch to journalism or even take up writing fiction as a career as soon as the opportunity arrived.
Viswanathan, in his innocence, thought that journalism and fiction writing were related professions. He didn’t know that saying that was a wickedness because advertising people considered themselves to be far superior.
The creative director smiled derisively. He was surprised that Viswanathan should consider advertising to be a stepping stone to journalism followed by revolution.
Journalism is all padding. Advertising is about brevity. Ten words of advertising can say much more than a thousand words of in an essay. Moreover, people make an effort to read in essay.
They don’t make any effort to read an advertisement.  You have to notice them into reading it. And that too needs talent. Anybody can become a journalist.
But not everybody can write advertising, or content writing, my friend. He looked very pleased with his oratory.  Advertisement calls for imagination and creativity 
“You have got to be a master of psychology, sociology and a host of many other sciences before you can even think of getting into advertising.”
Creativity was an unknown territory and Viswanathan was here to explore it everyday. Creating something new every day was an exhilarating feeling. Viswanathan was happy. Surendran, the other copywriter, had his nose buried in his work all the time and he hardly ever spoke.
A very cool guy, he always wore T-shirts and had a very far-off look.  Meera, the art assistant in his team, had a charming simplicity. A gentle smile always hovered on her face.
Her moments had the ease and grace of a dancer. She had deep liquid eys, which made one think she harboured great passions. What struck Viswanathan most was the extraordinary energy she seemed to exude. He also learned that she was an extremely good artist.

Viswanathan bought that day’s newspaper to spend some leisure time at the office. He was inspired by  the success story of Booker Prize winner Shehan Karunatilaka from Srilanka.
The Sri Lankan writer received the award, one of the most prestigious literary prizes in the world, for his second novel, which examines the disturbance of his country’s decades-long civil war.
As a boy living through Sri Lanka’s civil war in the 1980s, Shehan Karunatilaka thought of political violence and economic crisis as part of the landscape. War was a constant backdrop to daily life, more ordinary than frightening at times.
So when he had the idea for a novel about a Sri Lankan war photographer who wakes up dead, in an underworld populated with victims of political violence, he conjured up what felt like the most realistic version of the afterlife: a deadly, bureaucracy, where hordes of confused ghosts are waiting to be processed.
“I admire the ambition and the scope and the skill, the daring, the audacity and the hilarity of  writing the incidents realistically..”
“It’s a book that takes the reader on a roller-coaster journey through life and death.” Ramya said.
 “The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida”was one of several political satires recognized by the Booker judges this year. The six finalists also included the Zimbabwean writer NoViolet Bulawayo’s novel “ Glory” a parable about an African dictator that features a cast of talking animals, and “ The Trees”  Percival Everett’s blistering and darkly funny novel about a pair of Black detectives who investigate a series of murders that echo the lynching of Emmett Till.
Karunatilaka was born in  Galle, Sri Lanka, in 1975, and grew up in Colombo, the capital. He studied in New Zealand, and went on to work and live in London, Amsterdam, and Singapore.
He has worked as an advertising copywriter, and played guitar in an alternative rock band, Independent Square. He currently lives in Colombo, where he still writes ad copy during the day and works on his fiction in the early morning.
He first had the idea for the novel that became “The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida” in 2009. It was in the immediate aftermath of the civil war, as Sri Lanka was undergoing a national reckoning over the causes of the conflict and the unfathomable number of civilian casualties.
 Karunatilaka wondered what processing the lingering trauma of war would feel like if the dead could speak, and thought about writing a ghost story.
 “Take a shower and freshen up.” Ramya said
After breakfast we can go to Alleppy. Rajeev is waiting for you there. Alleppy Ex-Chief Minister’s constituency,  where Murugan was contesting.
Viswanathan has started campaigning there. By the time he finished bath, Ramya had also taken the people there. She is helping to make breakfast there.
“Alleppey vacations promise to offer loads of fun, beauty and adventure. If you want to take a break from the stressful daily life travel to Alleppey and make your holidays the most memorable one.”
Ramya continued.
Alleppey is known as the city of canals and lagoons. It is the hub of backwater tourism. This huge backwater of canals, lagoons and lakes provide the lifeline of Alleppey.
Moreover Alleppey is the only city in Kerala without forests. But the exotic blend of serene backwaters, lush greenery and the scenic beauty made Alleppey one of the most beautiful places in the state of Kerala.
The life in Alleppey revolves around water. There are unique small man made islands in Alleppey which houses various migratory birds.
A journey through the backwaters in houseboats gives you the amazing opportunity to watch closely the greenery, scenic beauty and marine life of Alleppey. No other place offers you such a unique experience.
The Boat race is the trademark of Alleppey. The snake boat race conducted in the backwaters during the harvest season is world-famous. We will get amused by the large crowd coming to watch boat race from different parts of the world. The speed and thrill of the boat race is really amazing.
For nature lovers Alleppey is going to be a lifetime experience. The precious aquatic life in Alleppey is charming. Beautiful little flowers, coconut trees and the green paddy fields will catch your eyes while you travel through the waterways.
The peaceful Alleppey beach with the old lighthouse is the best place to relax enjoying the soft murmuring of sea and the gentle sea breeze. Alleppey holds everything beautiful and pristine to make your holiday a lifetime experience.
The charm of Alappuzha is the backwaters. Begin with a cruise and explore the pristine beauty of this land. Look for the paddy fields and heritage structures.
The exotic Alappuzha beach is one of the major attractions. The beach is a famous picnic spot with a children’s park and boating facilities. The old lighthouse and 140-year-old pier which extends into the sea is an amazing view.
Although he made fun of my mixed Malayalam and Tamil language as Tamil, everyone there quickly bonded. However, it is a lesson she  learned earlier that language is not a language barrier.
Now, we are heading in the opposite direction. We returned to Kochi in David’s car. On the way, David was talking about Alleppy.  It is not the constituency where Congress party  has been competing for ages.
Before that, it was the Atsamvarana Mandalam. "David  himself has said about this. It was here that he first decided to contest. But after realizing it, someone made Alleppy a reserved constituency. Then it was changed before the last election," David explained.
"That's good. Then there is no possibility of the sympathy wave." Ramya answered.
"Don't think so. This is Lainger's native land. There will always be ascents."
David pointed out. The description of Alleppy continued to flow,
The word revolution may be defined as an overtaking or making an opposition of turning around which is a primary, fundamental and relatively sudden change in  political authority.
This occurs when the population revolts against the government, typically due to perceived oppression, this can be due to the political, social, or economic impact of any administrative elements or incompetence in the right way to lead a community, society, or even a country.
The Emergency was proclaimed! Here in Kerala,  “God’s own Country”,  was the time when some youth with burning thoughts and concepts of progressive new-wave ideas produced  new art movies which  reached the banks of the “Kabani” River.
Even if she said it jokingly, it's true. They are people who love language above all else, and there is no way time is wasted here. We will have to depend mostly on Ramya or others.
Viswanathan had given the assistant's number to call when he reached the station. When she called, he said he would be there in a few minutes.
By the time we finished a cup of coffee, the spotter arrived. We have seen him before; he was in a meeting with Viswanathan that day in Kochi.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 
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