Price of a revolution

Evolution. Evolution is slow, unnoticed. unseen. unheard. Revolution. Revolution is always red. Blood is always shed. It is the law or nature. A price has to be paid.

The Keralite society was in the grip of social and economic apartheid for centuries.
One generation was all it took to change all that. Now the society is equal. literate. healthy. This revolution was bloodless. But the color still was red.

The peasants got land. They learned to read and hate the rich and wealthy. The upper class became ‘no more class’ and the lower class became the privileged class. Equality was achieved without death. Or so it seemed. Until, the next generation…

Energy does not die it just changes forms. The servile will have the servitude, only the master changes. The political father figure replaces serving servile fathers and the served landlords.

(The dreamer gives dreams to the idealist and thus is born a rebel.)

For the sake of the dreamer and his dreams, the rebel is willing to go hungry. The rebel is willing to go die. pulldown down shutters. become martyrs. leave his wife and children.

Then the son of rebel hates the dreamer and the rebel. he becomes a conformist and lives comfortably numb, comfortably alive: As King of his political father’s land…

He wants a high paying job for his low productive skills. If he is not fed he will fight with his father and commit suicide! At home he is the master. Sneak away outside the state and becomes a servile. And confirms that revolutions certainly has a price.

Revolution is as of now dead. Revolution still is red.

                                                        -From the songs of Parashu