The Ay Velir
Flee from sinking Dwaraka
To Kanya Kumari
Exchanging their banner
From unicorn to elephant
Forgetting their history
Turning it into mythology
Transforming symbols
That were once mundane
Common knowledge
Into beings supernatural
The Ay Velir
Flee from sinking Dwaraka
To Kanya Kumari
Exchanging their banner
From unicorn to elephant
Forgetting their history
Turning it into mythology
Transforming symbols
That were once mundane
Common knowledge
Into beings supernatural
A long time ago, in the land I write in
There were once four great kingdoms
The Chera, the Chola, Pandya and the Ay Velir
They used to elect two kings to reign
For eight year terms, senior and junior
Until one day the senior kings decided to stay forever
They warred against each other. They were vain
The banners of the bow, the fish, the tiger and the elephant
In battle they consumed each other
Driven by their pursuit of power
Making their kingdoms easy pickings
For foreign invasions
And indoctrination
Their clocks had stopped ticking.
(I would not have added the Ay since they started off as vassals, but seeing as how they survived from BCE times till 1950AD, I thought it would be a mistake to leave them out. Also… Chalukyas, Kadambas, Chirakkal, etc I have considered as Ay, but all the dynasties are so intermingled through marriage by this time it doesn’t really matter any more.)
Matrilineality makes sense in a society of warriors
Inheritance passed from a sister to her daughter
Pragmatism at its best, estates preserved
From war’s chaos, order is conserved
Women look after the affairs of the land
While men venture forth to fight in battle
Free now to think of metal and not cattle
No ties to hold them back to their estates
Only keen to show their prowess and demonstrate
In my ancestral land, girls and boys would learn to fight
In martial schools until the age of fifteen
Then the boys would, with sword and spear, ride
To battle, glory, and usually early deaths
Husband joined his wife’s household
Not wife her husband’s
The king’s nephew was heir apparent
Not the king’s son
No female infanticide over here,
queens (king’s sisters) prayed to birth daughters
To preserve their bloodlines from Time’s slaughter.
The ancients reduced it to mind, body and soul
The scientific method reduced it to mind and body
Post modernists reduced it to body
What next, I wonder
As I stare at the sauce.
Rewind! Three thousand years ago,
Bronze age! Trade in tin and copper
Egypt, global superpower
Beaureaucrats there maximize manpower.
Every harvest is recorded
Every tithe marked by savvy scribes
Super specialised citizenry
For maximum efficiency
Hitites, Minoan Greeks, Babylonians
Indus(?), Elamites, Assyrians
Are some of the other big names
In the international trade game.
The Hittites even build a city near no water
Getting rich on trade, conquest and slaughter.
Then the rains stop, earthquakes real bad
Tsunamis of rock. Mother Nature goes mad.
Famine and drought!
The people shout!
Diseases spread!
Industry dead!
Trade routes disperse!
Complete systems Collapse
Many scribes die!
Heiroglyphs mean nigh!
Knowledge is lost!
Such great cost!
Cities burn!
As Time turns.
Administrations crumble!
And kings bumble.
Enter The Enigmatic Sea People!
The historian’s nighttime terror
Traders turned pirates!
Or into migrating conquerors!
Welcome to the Iron Age!
Assyria are now the world’s number one
They go on a manic killing spree
And are hated by everyone.
Until great king Cyrus, from out of nowhere,
Puts them in their place.
(Technically, the Medes conquers Assyria, and then Cyrus conquers the Medes. Empire wise, the Assyrian is replaced by the Persian, which is what I was going for here.)
[Epic Poem] Part 12: Ritual Magicks and a Colicky Bird
The Yggdrasil is summoned! Its branches swallow
The adventurers like a matador’s “Toro”.
Their destination reset by the bird’s outburst
They disembark far away from Valhalla! “Curst
Curst curst curst demon bird!” growls Thor, spitting out sand,
“Look where you’ve brought us, this vile and deserted land.
(When we reach there, Sæhrímnir’s food you’ll share)”
From this scene let us move to one quite contrary
And witness the happenings of Anna and Mary!
—-fade out—
—-fade in —
Scene: A colourful Parthenon, surrounded by
Arguing philosophers and yellow brick roads
Beautiful princesses and existential toads
Dueling dualists and material reductionists
Platonic caves filled with luminosity inherent
By stony induction. “Welcome to Utopia!”
Mary says to a newly arrived Anna.
The average person is made up
Of three generations of subjective truth
You, your parents’ and grandparents’
Coz your folks are less likely to lie to you
You drink from experience’s cup
120 years of history’s soup
The narratives flavoured by traits inherent
Memories like a safari, uncaged zoo
An example:
Granddad a Jacobite exorcist
Dad a lapsed company executive
Demon spirits real or psychological trauma?
You hear both sides and make your own conclusions
Grandmother a Red Cross nurse
Seen a world war waged in Africa
And partition of Pakistan and India
Mother a doctor in the city
Helped fight a war against leprosy
And still battles the System’s apathy
I am shaped by their subjective truths
In my mind, their eternal moots
Their lives have shaped me, whether I like it or not
To my nephews and nieces I’ll pass on these 120 years of thought.
Great Asura king, noble and just being
Mahabali grandson of Prahlada
Astute student of sage Shukracharya
Let Onam ring with beautiful singing
Remembering your days as king.
You conquered the three worlds, Chakravarthy!
You administered with great sagacity
Pride in your good works was your only sin
You repented of your hubris and undertook penitence.
In three steps Vaman disrobed you of all worldly attainments
You did not forget your people, even when exiled to Patala
Great king, Indra of the New Age, after samsara,
You will rule the three worlds again.
Oh glorious bean, filtered clean
Destroyer of mind’s lethargy
With aromas weaned, from earth green
Roasted berries of supremacy
Conquering me with but a taste
Without you I cannot make haste
Symbiotic berry, with sucre
Destroying mind haze: that filthy lucre.
Pay heed when using a Chinese built phone
Their censorship laws change the graphics
Certain emojis can make you accident prone
Your phone deceiving you, with cutesy antics.
Especially beware the head explosion emoji
In Chinese OSes all cutesy rainbows and confetti
But it transforms into something very different
Once you’ve pressed sent (to someone off the mainland!)
(This is a problem with the OnePlus at least. I don’t know about the others)