Change - imminent

It was a decision, made for better, so do I believe. The decision was painful. Almost a decade and a half we spent in the 900 sq ft area. Baby spent 24 x 7, loved it like a baby ,until Chakku’s arrival, which made all the difference. More so it was our own house, we named it our permanent home. Namely 406. I attach my savings from TATA to this house.
Baby, not at all game for a change, ultimately proposed the change, for her priority has changed to Chakku and the house, which she nurtured like her third daughter, flipped past.
We had no other alternative. It was impossible to adjust all in the 900 ft area. It was also unthinkable to leave Chakku in the care of Shanti. So for the better. Chakku will have a better environment. We all will have power cut free nights.
Change is obvious. Be it residence, attitude, approach. Progress comes through changes only.
So for my daughters, Papa makes hasty decisions, but many a times, it turns out OK. Isn’t it?

Lost connections

I remember the day thru my Pre-degree in KE College.
We sat for lunch in the large lunch hall behind the main college building, near the loo. The hall with aroma of different variants of food packed in banana leaves and aluminiun vessels, filled the air.
Time One O clock. Stomach burning with hunger. I too opened my banana leaf roll. It opened up to white boiled rice with a spoonful of red chilli chutney. That was all I had.
My friend, Vijayan opened his lunch box which had a coconut chutney & fish peera. I could not stand the smell. I asked for a little portion of his fish peera. He was hesitant, not because he has problem in sharing, but because, he belonged to the Velan caste (DrKRN was born in that caste) which was too low a community for the Syrian Xtian, that I was, because we were taught that we have Brahminical hang over cord with which we stand above even the formidable Nairs. Let it be so, Vijayan asked me if I really have no problem sharing his food. I said NO not a bit. The Meen peera was good. Then on we shared food, to be true, Vijayan parted with his curry for me.
Vijayan’s parents wanted him to do MBBS, which he could not, owing to his not clearing PDC in the first and second attempt. Instead he joined the Homeo and become Dr. Vijayan and practiced in Kudamaloor. He was physician to my father also.
Vijayan had a love with a pretty girl which didn’t work. Problem was perhaps the same. Caste. He as every other Kudamaloor-ite was close to the liquor, both Desi and Videsi.
I have left for Delhi in 1971. Forty years over. Relationship with my childhood friends severed, Vijayan was no exception.
Yesterday, Vijayan passed away. I had planned to visit Kudamaloor yesterday, but it did not work out. Vijayan was my only connection to AKG Panicker, our common friend, and my childhood best friend, who too is lost in the sea of time. Now I have to find some ways to get Panicker connected.

Road to Sixty.....

What a waste, I am angry, I am writing the entire thoughts for the second... fff......... the language...

OK cool......

Hanh ! I wrote that I am walking to sweet sixty on 4th March 2010. Wow, I lived 38 long years in Delhi and its satellites. Only 22 in Kerala.(don't read I have split the peiord to look young) Yet I call my self a Keralite... Never a Delhiite.I thought of writing a novel clubbing my experience in 1970s and the Delhi now.I tied once. I did'nt like it for it has no life. I tore the note book. That reminds me I tried a few business venutes.I torn them too. I lack two Bs 'Bhasha' and 'Bhavana' what else is required for a work of art. I quit. Not my 'thattakam'

Oh I forgot this blog is after a considerable gap of months.

By the way I am turning 60 soon. The RTV almost reshaped my spines, it costed me 6k to get a photograph of my 32 vertebraes of which one portrude as if attempting to jump the Q. No matter, Babe is worried, gallied the Doc fellow for he has not suggested ultrasound for my tummy, which he now did. Another big K. OK TATA takes care.

Back to my Busns ventr, Babe fumed occassionally to ward me off my attempts. Swap gave up. Liz still attmept to advise. Lady she is, agfter all. Swap says (thru her blog), she is tyred of the monotonous daily chorus. She fumes at (with a change of gear) me when I utter a similar course for me. What a contrast. Liz is busy in Ramswaram to 100 dip in the Holy sea.

Man Enjoy that moment

It is years that I have not gone in touching mode as the case in the Saloon yesterday.
I was smiling with overflowing cupful of joy for the entire slot watching the two parents cling their sweetest ( I mean the most cherished) possession of their life, on the saloon chair, for what ? For an uncalled for (by her) hair cut.

“ Papa….Papa…. Papa…… she yells while struggling to escape from the clutches of the three giants. Her Papa, always the first to land up to save from the onslaught of her mum… the obvious enemy who stop her from getting wet, muddy, stumping on bed and hopping on pillows, and what not, even for a beautiful mural on her own room wall, and then forcefully take her to the washroom for a cold bath ( of course she hugs and kiss after a slap here and there), that apart, the man who she trusted the most for such an eventuality was not of anyhelp this time, instead he yelled…

“Chup” –laying his palm on the back of her head and bending it so that she does not see her face on the morror…

Mama says “ see all your friends, chintu, mintu and Sonu got their hair styled” none of them cried like this…… Mama is surprisingly sober and kind this time…. Hmmm…unbelievable….

Barber says… Munni … Chal hogaya.. Mei tho gandhe baal saaf kar raha hoom…. Bus ho gaya.. ho gaya…. He operates his electrically operated tractor on the back of her head and reap all that is left to make it a clean field.

“ Ganjee kar rahe ho……. “Khas” …”khas”….”khas”….” khasi ho rahi hei” – she thought she will be freed for being sick … she coughs again… and the trio continued their chorus…

Nostalgic… a few drops down my eyes… flash of what has happened perhaps twenty seven years ago in a R.K.Puram slaoon….

Man… I silently called out to the father… “this is your moment” ….” Enjoy it”….. “enjoy it” …..”enjoy it”……

Thank you note

From my last posting to this day..... It was a sweet but painful change over. The much awaited "Lisa's shadi' took place on 8th of January 2009 at Kochi. That was my most cherished day, yet the severest heart splitting one too. That evening, after we left her at her new home, we three landed back to 'Star home'. Three empty hearts... blank with very little to talk to each other. So much was the bondage between the four of us... it literally was a 'emotion' filled evening which we knew was obvious but could not help bursting.

That apart, the marriage ceremony at Kochi was one thrilling experience. Indeed a new one. People appreciated my participation with devotion in a ceremony which is supposed to be alien to me. I have performed my part with my heart putting across to the' almighty'. I believe in God in all forms and everywhere. He has given his best whenever I sought. This time too he poured it in abundance. Everything went well in Kerala. Each person we encountered in Kochi was so soothing that we forgot our emotions in the warmth provided by each of of them.

On 17th January we had arranged a reception for the new couple at Gole dakh khana... Here too the good God was plesant. Every arrangement was superb. The guests enjoyed the moments and poured praises from their hearts.

Before concluding this note, I think I should put a special word of praise on Shobha Kunjan, who made 'Lisa' look like a 'star'. My "mandi pennu' was looking stunning. But the look at Delhi after the 'Lo real' make up sent a shock on my bones.

Kochi was marvellous. A Beautiful City, I have actually experienced only now. God willing, I will go back to this place and live for some time.

I am sure , with Swapna, Baby & Lisa we made a team of four and managed the show without much help from others. Nitin has added strength to our team. All our relatives and guests behaved well and contributed their bits to the success of the function. We thank you.

Andreas' week-end.

Yamuna I last saw, with such magnanimity, few decades ago. So vibrant that had I had time in my possession, I would have alighted and spent at the shores hours....

Rosemary's sudden appearance was quite surprising. Sometimes life meets with surprises. Her stupid innoncense (her possession) hold her different from others. The evening of independence day was very warm with Rose mary's mother, brothers and the little Andrea (hope I have spelt it correctly). A day to remember for long. Andrea's talks were carried home by swapna and lisa.

A light yarn of pain somewhere connecting many many things. Rosemary is still not settled. Job as well as life.

Karimeen 'mappas' was yummy. But it made me over-eat and as usual tummy roughed up. Another joyous week passed.

Any how the week belongs to Andrea.