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Dear Vibhusika! It is Uncle Kuruparan who writes to you - Nadarajah Kuruparan: (18 மார்ச் 2014)

 

Even the world, as a whole, does not take note of you. The eyes of the globe, which fell on the girl Malala Yousafzai, turn away from you.

Dear Vibhusika! It is Uncle Kuruparan who writes to you -  Nadarajah Kuruparan: (18 மார்ச் 2014)

The letter “Dear Vibhusika! It is Uncle Kuruparan who writes to you” published in Global Tamil News on 18th of March, 2014.

This post is in complying with the reflections of the prevailing present situations. In particular, the world celebrates as Pakistani child girl received Nobel Peace Prize, the prestigious global award. We are also joining with that happiness.  

Meanwhile, our anxiety is justifiable as our children like Vibushika victimized by the Sinhala Buddhist Chauvinism is not taken note. Both of this eelam Malala and her mother just because they asked for their brother and son respectively were disjointed away.

Now both Vibushika who is in an orphanage somewhere and her mother Jeyakumari, counting the jail bars, are desperate.  

The world did not take note of them. We do not want the Nobel prices, prestigious awards and recognitions.

We want our life………our children, our mothers, our fathers, our wives, our husbands, our sisters, our brothers………

Give your support to recover us from the state terrorism. For that we reproduce this post.

 

 

Dear Vibhusika! It is Uncle Kuruparan who writes to you -  Nadarajah Kuruparan: (18 மார்ச் 2014) Translated by Maharathi:- (24.07.14)

7/24/2014 - 04:41

Dear Vibhusika!

I don’t think this letter will reach you; even if it reaches you, you will not be in a state of mind to read it. But, anyhow, this letter, though speaking about you, is not meant for you, dear daughter!

You and I and all those having a sense of humanism know that for this government which has suppressed human lives with an iron hand, children like you don’t count at all.

Dear daughter!

For the inhuman Mahinda Gotabhaya government, it is just a joyful game to make innocent people like you and your mother run from pillar to post, implicating all in a web of conspiracy and of the barbarian laws.

Dear Vibhusika!

We are living in times where no injustice is questioned.

When on a day in Jaffna, you, your mother, hundreds of mother-like women, father figures and brothers took to streets, raising voices for the missing people, you rushed to hear my voice from London and poured out your inner turmoil and turbulence of mind.

When a sister taking part in the struggle gave you a cell phone, telling you that an uncle from London was waiting on the line to speak, you spoke with a troubled and tortured voice; that voice of agony and anguish is still ringing in my ears, dear daughter!

Your tearfully painful call made at the top of your helplessness, which asked me to come there and see you all, has been stirring ripples in the pond of my conscience.

You must have thought with a tinge of expectancy that the uncles living in countries as emigrants will achieve greater things, will emerge so powerfully that they fight the Sri Lankan forces successfully and rescue and restore your elder brother. When the military surrounded you on March 15, you panicked and feared that some harm was going to happen.

Even now there are people who dish out fantasies, saying that the 5th phase of Eelam war will break out soon and suns, moons and angels will re-emerge to capture the Tamil Eelam and give it on a platter.

I don’t know how many Vibhusikas and Jayakumaris have come under the spell of such fables.

But, in reality, we are living as helpless and powerless uncles, wasting away the time, writing on Internet and shooting off blogs after blogs about the arrests of people like you and making them all known to the word. The blind are reading them.

We record your sorrows on radio and record your voices of anguish; the deaf are hearing them.

Your innocent heart does not know that your grief-stricken life has become a business for some.

Vibhusika!

You were kidnapped along with your mother on March 15 and hidden in a camp nearby. But right at the  moment when the army and intelligence groups surrounded your house, the news spread like wild fire and  the  mediapersons and neighbours woke up to the ground reality. Then, the Kotabhaya gang converted the illegal detention of you and your mother into a legal arrest.

I recall my kidnap that happened a few years ago. In the early morning of that incident, mediapersons, politicians known to me and diplomatic personages were alerted and staged an agitation in front of the fort railway station. They also mounted pressure on the powers-that-be and as a result, I was released. The affluent and influential persons get released this way under such circumstances.

After all, you are a girl child born in Trincomalee who lived in a corner of Vanni. Born into a poor family, you have lost your two brothers and also your father. You have lived with your mother in a hut. Now that they have snatched your mother and dumped  her at Poosa. What will you do?

When you were surrounded by the enemies, some neighbours assembled and  some mediapersons gathered. Next day, some politicians came to the spot. As usual, the mediapersons released statements about your lot in the media and the politicians condemnatory declarations along with their pictures. With that, every thing came to an end.

The uncles you have relied on stand divided, vying with one another to take credit for having brought to light the arrests of you and your mother.

The leaders over there are unable to go beyond declaring statements: “We condemn’’, ‘we severely condemn’’ and ‘’we very severely condemn’’.

Dear Vibhuskia!

Those, who felt exalted by the struggle of you and children like you and your mother and mother-like women, could not launch a peaceful agitation at the place where you were surrounded by the forces.

They shouted slogans like nationalism, autonomy, during the provincial elections! They said they would revive the houses where the martyrs are sleeping an eternal sleep! They declared that they would raise voice for the rehabilitation of all including the missing persons and the imprisoned people. But they now say that if they squat and conduct a peaceful agitation at the place where you were all captured, their dhotis will be stained with red soil or dirty sand.

If counted, the number of people’s representatives in the local bodies, provincial councils and Parliament will work out to be above 200. It is they who have been releasing their statements in the media that they have lost sleep, striving seamlessly for the dawn of the Tamils.

Vibhusika!

For a day, just for a day, these dhoti-clad and suit-clad greats do not conduct a people’s struggle in unison, for the sake of you and scores of citizens like you.

Dear child!

You do not know about the organisations operating abroad. They have been caught in groupist arguments so much so that they are unable to rise above their parties, flags and emblems and fight unitedly to inspire or provoke a people’s uprising.

Even the world, as a whole, does not take note of you. The eyes of the globe, which fell on the girl Malala Yousafzai, turn away from you. There is nothing strange, though. We know pretty well that the world which watches keenly Syria and Libya has turned a Nelson’s eye to Mullivaikkal.

You are, after all, a girl like Malala; aren’t you? As she dared to raise her voice against her country’s fundamentalism and for fundamental rights, so you dared to struggle against the injustice.


Your voice searches for your brother. Behind that voice, how many voices are there, searching for missing brothers and sisters!  How deep was the tremor caused by your booming voice!

However, the U.S., the West, Norway and the United Nations do not know about you.

For, you have not fought against Islam that is targeted by the U.S and its minions.

Were you born in Pakisan or Afghanistan or Iraq, you would have to fight against Islam.  Were you born in Syria, you would have to wage a battle against Azad and were you born in Zimbabwe, you would have to take on Mugabe. Were you born in Cuba or Venezuela or China or Russia or North Korea, you would have to rise against the respective establishments. But you were born in Sri Lanka where you do not know whom you have to fight.

If you search for your elder brother, it is terrorism;

your search for father is terrorism;

and your embrace of your mother is terrorism.

If you keep sitting on your native soil, fighting for your rights, it is branded as terrorism.

Then, what is the democracy for?

Dear daughter!

It will take you a great amount of luck to have a reunion with your mother and  elder brother.

 

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