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Thursday, April 1, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
ANTONY. K. VADUKUT – MY PAPA!
In first of my memories, I still clearly remember, as a boy of 3 or 4, My Papa getting salutes from the blue-trousers-clad police of Bombay, in the early seventies, when we went for walking in the evenings....! They also gave salute to me as a generous gesture, as they were very fond of My Papa. Who was not fond of him...Everyone was fond of him...Because, he always had a very big heart. He never listened to his brain...He always listened to his heart...And, people found a great man in him, always. In those days, I was first in my studies & other activities like 100 metre dash etc. When I was in KG, I still remember the race I had in my school, to where My Papa had accompanied me. I started off to a flying start & went ahead & separate from the others running in no time...They were all well behind me...Then, that thing happened..I saw some good shaped pebbles on the middle of the running track; I stopped, bent myself & collected all the pebbles on the ground to finish last in the race....! I was happy that I could collect the pebbles...I didn’t give significance to the race over the pebbles... My Papa didn’t tell anything to me but he seemed to be enjoying the situation very well as he must have found the same heart of his beating inside me, putting the brain in a far distant second place...! He laughed & told the story of me & the pebbles for a lot of days wherever he went!
For him his heart was always the most & only important thing in his life. He did whatever his heart told him. He was educated, cultured, well behaved & above all the proud owner of a really BIG HEART! He worked with the Bombay C.I.D first & then joined Standard Batteries. He never hesitated to have a fight with anyone for the things he believed are right. I have heard that he even had bitter fights with the then labour union leader turned Indian Political Stalwart of later years George Fernandez & came out with his beliefs clearly established! He never feared anything & was adamant in his beliefs!
In the evenings, after his work in Standard Batteries, he returned home & went outside, with me following him like a loyal servant. He usually went to some of the liquor shops & had enough of the Burning Oil he wished to have; I was given boiled eggs, ground nuts & Coco Cola, as it was available in India at that time of our existence, as it was much before Morarji Desai banned Coco Cola & other international companies in 1978-79! One day, in one of our strolling in the evening, I grabbed the tail of a dog which was given something to eat at the liquor shop, and pulled with all my might. It responded by putting both of its paws on my face, just missing my eyes! The next day morning, around 3.30am, My Papa took me to some place, travelling on foot & then train, & there I was given a good & tasty ball of something with a bottle of soda that the paws of the dog stamped on my face had no effect! He never accused me or the dog for the incident as he was sure we both were right from our stand points-from the Angle of Heart, as I, as a child, had every right to pull the dog’s tail & the dog had every right to put its paws on my face! We both loved dogs....I always finding some street puppies & taking them home to the anger of My Mom! They were never allowed to enter inside home; hence, I kept them inside the small garden on the other side of my house & fetched something for them, most of the times, with the help of My Papa! We both were declared dog lovers, me & My Papa!
I remember, me watching My Papa going for work in those Bombay Mornings; I remember, I with my tiny friends waiting for My Papa to come home from work near the Victoria Terminus; I remember My Papa going to the famous shrine of Mahim a couple of times a month. I still remember a lot of things of those bygone days with clarity, where he is present, as if all those days were yesterdays! From Bombay he went abroad to Sharja & joined Techon International & we were sent packing to Kerala. He worked in right earnest & gradually found himself in the top most position of the company. He, sitting in his great position, took a lot of people, first his younger brother, then his elder brother’s children & then a lot of locals & those people who had problems in their lives to Gulf & provided them with good job & good salaries. He became PERSIA-KKARAN (THE MAN FROM PERSIA, THOUGH HE WORKED IN UAE!) ANTONY for a generation!
Whenever he came back home from Sharja it was festival in & around our locality. People poured in to meet him & tell their problems....financial problems....personal problems...& what not? He was there to console them & help them out of the problematic situations which they stated they were in! He gave them money without any conditions...And, he gave them a lot.....! He helped them out in all the ways he could. He thought all people were genuine & honest to him and they had innumerable problems, which should be mitigated forever....! He never used his brain to analyse their stories of grief & problem. As he was for all his existence, HE ONLY LISTENED TO HIS HEART-A REALLY BIG ONE! He never calculated though he had a small calculator near to him most of the time! His relatives, his relatives’ relatives, his friends, his friends’ friends, his neighbours, his neighbours’ neighbours, his subordinates, his colleagues and this man & that man and everyman who came to him had his magnanimity felt in their lives! He never asked them anything in return...he gave...he gave ....he gave away without counting & that too in rich abundance! And, he listened ONLY TO HIS HEART, never to his brain, despite having a quite good one!
While at home, resting after a year’s work at Sharja, in the morning he usually started his stroll, after having breakfast @ home, with his 10-15 loyal friends or else we should call them drunkard friends! He paid all the bills they incur in the bars they visited, from morning to late night! He also showered them with enough money that they could live the next 12 months with ease till his arrival from Sharja next time, when they could restart all these things again! It was festival when he was home! When cars were a rarity we had 3 or 4 cars belonging to us. When colour T.Vs, Telephones & Gas Stoves were rarities, we had all these things in our house; we were one of the very few persons around with gas stoves in our house, when gas connections were almost unheard of. I remember people from 1 or 2 kilometres from our house coming to watch T.V & even sleeping in our house, after watching some really special programmes aired in those days! I remember those days when I had to walk one or more kilometres to deliver/pass the message which somebody asked us to deliver to some unknown person/s as the very privileged persons who had telephone @ home! And, the telephone number was ‘413’, just 3 digits & we had to book a ‘Trunk Call’ & wait for an unspecified time to make a call even to Bombay or Sharja!
My Papa had a good collection of Malayalam & Hindi songs (cassettes) which made me like songs & singing! He, I think, had a good voice too, which I heard usually when he went to take bath in the mornings! He sent me stamps of different countries that I own a decent collection. He brought new chess board with magnets attached below the chess coins & presented me with a Yonex bat to play shuttle badminton, the first ever in my locality, way back in 1984! He must have influenced me a lot & molded my character, now I reckon; but I never knew it consciously! We had dogs at home, remembering those good old Bombay days, when 24/7 I followed My Papa, like his shadow, in the evenings. Then, one day he arrived, all of a sudden, from Sharja with just a suitcase full of documents & a small bag of used dress after resigning from his job, as it always had been, LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He was around 45 at that time & that was his declaration of retirement! He must have wanted to live with the family & live on what he had earned till that day. But, what he didn’t calculate was, given his nature, it was to be a Himalayan task to move on as he had been living till that moment! But, he was never to listen to anything other than his heart!
PART 2 FOLLOWS.........
For him his heart was always the most & only important thing in his life. He did whatever his heart told him. He was educated, cultured, well behaved & above all the proud owner of a really BIG HEART! He worked with the Bombay C.I.D first & then joined Standard Batteries. He never hesitated to have a fight with anyone for the things he believed are right. I have heard that he even had bitter fights with the then labour union leader turned Indian Political Stalwart of later years George Fernandez & came out with his beliefs clearly established! He never feared anything & was adamant in his beliefs!
In the evenings, after his work in Standard Batteries, he returned home & went outside, with me following him like a loyal servant. He usually went to some of the liquor shops & had enough of the Burning Oil he wished to have; I was given boiled eggs, ground nuts & Coco Cola, as it was available in India at that time of our existence, as it was much before Morarji Desai banned Coco Cola & other international companies in 1978-79! One day, in one of our strolling in the evening, I grabbed the tail of a dog which was given something to eat at the liquor shop, and pulled with all my might. It responded by putting both of its paws on my face, just missing my eyes! The next day morning, around 3.30am, My Papa took me to some place, travelling on foot & then train, & there I was given a good & tasty ball of something with a bottle of soda that the paws of the dog stamped on my face had no effect! He never accused me or the dog for the incident as he was sure we both were right from our stand points-from the Angle of Heart, as I, as a child, had every right to pull the dog’s tail & the dog had every right to put its paws on my face! We both loved dogs....I always finding some street puppies & taking them home to the anger of My Mom! They were never allowed to enter inside home; hence, I kept them inside the small garden on the other side of my house & fetched something for them, most of the times, with the help of My Papa! We both were declared dog lovers, me & My Papa!
I remember, me watching My Papa going for work in those Bombay Mornings; I remember, I with my tiny friends waiting for My Papa to come home from work near the Victoria Terminus; I remember My Papa going to the famous shrine of Mahim a couple of times a month. I still remember a lot of things of those bygone days with clarity, where he is present, as if all those days were yesterdays! From Bombay he went abroad to Sharja & joined Techon International & we were sent packing to Kerala. He worked in right earnest & gradually found himself in the top most position of the company. He, sitting in his great position, took a lot of people, first his younger brother, then his elder brother’s children & then a lot of locals & those people who had problems in their lives to Gulf & provided them with good job & good salaries. He became PERSIA-KKARAN (THE MAN FROM PERSIA, THOUGH HE WORKED IN UAE!) ANTONY for a generation!
Whenever he came back home from Sharja it was festival in & around our locality. People poured in to meet him & tell their problems....financial problems....personal problems...& what not? He was there to console them & help them out of the problematic situations which they stated they were in! He gave them money without any conditions...And, he gave them a lot.....! He helped them out in all the ways he could. He thought all people were genuine & honest to him and they had innumerable problems, which should be mitigated forever....! He never used his brain to analyse their stories of grief & problem. As he was for all his existence, HE ONLY LISTENED TO HIS HEART-A REALLY BIG ONE! He never calculated though he had a small calculator near to him most of the time! His relatives, his relatives’ relatives, his friends, his friends’ friends, his neighbours, his neighbours’ neighbours, his subordinates, his colleagues and this man & that man and everyman who came to him had his magnanimity felt in their lives! He never asked them anything in return...he gave...he gave ....he gave away without counting & that too in rich abundance! And, he listened ONLY TO HIS HEART, never to his brain, despite having a quite good one!
While at home, resting after a year’s work at Sharja, in the morning he usually started his stroll, after having breakfast @ home, with his 10-15 loyal friends or else we should call them drunkard friends! He paid all the bills they incur in the bars they visited, from morning to late night! He also showered them with enough money that they could live the next 12 months with ease till his arrival from Sharja next time, when they could restart all these things again! It was festival when he was home! When cars were a rarity we had 3 or 4 cars belonging to us. When colour T.Vs, Telephones & Gas Stoves were rarities, we had all these things in our house; we were one of the very few persons around with gas stoves in our house, when gas connections were almost unheard of. I remember people from 1 or 2 kilometres from our house coming to watch T.V & even sleeping in our house, after watching some really special programmes aired in those days! I remember those days when I had to walk one or more kilometres to deliver/pass the message which somebody asked us to deliver to some unknown person/s as the very privileged persons who had telephone @ home! And, the telephone number was ‘413’, just 3 digits & we had to book a ‘Trunk Call’ & wait for an unspecified time to make a call even to Bombay or Sharja!
My Papa had a good collection of Malayalam & Hindi songs (cassettes) which made me like songs & singing! He, I think, had a good voice too, which I heard usually when he went to take bath in the mornings! He sent me stamps of different countries that I own a decent collection. He brought new chess board with magnets attached below the chess coins & presented me with a Yonex bat to play shuttle badminton, the first ever in my locality, way back in 1984! He must have influenced me a lot & molded my character, now I reckon; but I never knew it consciously! We had dogs at home, remembering those good old Bombay days, when 24/7 I followed My Papa, like his shadow, in the evenings. Then, one day he arrived, all of a sudden, from Sharja with just a suitcase full of documents & a small bag of used dress after resigning from his job, as it always had been, LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He was around 45 at that time & that was his declaration of retirement! He must have wanted to live with the family & live on what he had earned till that day. But, what he didn’t calculate was, given his nature, it was to be a Himalayan task to move on as he had been living till that moment! But, he was never to listen to anything other than his heart!
PART 2 FOLLOWS.........
ANTONY. K. VADUKUT – MY PAPA - PART II !
Things started to change...slowly! Truck load of things, which he used @ Sharja arrived @ Cochin harbour in a couple of months after his return; but that was never to reach our home as listening to some tricky-heart melting story, he had given all those things to one of the subordinates he had in his company, almost for nothing. That shameless man came to our house one day & invited us to his house; we went there in our car and had tea with his family, as a token of his love for the things he got from My Papa! We never met him in our entire life, again! He continued with his spending & he continued helping people as immensely as he had been doing all his life. He believed the money he had earned will last for 3 generations, at the least! He helped people who asked for help & he invested money in businesses where he had little knowledge, only to help people & save them from drastic situations. As usual HE NEVER CALCULATED or LISTENED TO HIS BRAIN! He never distrusted people & was there for them whenever his help was required. But, the people as they are never were thankful to him, as they BELIEVED HIS HELP & INVESTMENT IN THEIR DISASTORUS INVESTMENT PROPOSITIONS AS THEIR BIRTH RIGHT! Most of the time he drew a blank, investing in unknown (to him!) businesses to help people! People who came, asked & had his money for almost free in their businesses cheated him day in & day out; & he continued trusting them as no man has done before! In 3 years almost all the money he had amassed had gone disappearing. His income was almost to nil. His drunkard & disloyal friends still had something or other from him...His friends & relatives too shamelessly squeezed whatever they could from him.....He continued spending the last pennies......!
All his life he had been GIVING; and he never knew or learned to ASK! People ill treated him, cheated him, tricked him right & left.....And he never complained! We, too had our problems & difficulties mounted to Himalayan proportions; My Papa was careless, as he thought there will come a way out, out of the blue.....! But that day never came! Our family struggled...struggled to no end....! As time rolled on nobody was his friend...all the tail wagers had gone into thin air...forever! With his knowledge, experience & efficiency in the managerial sector, he joined Muringur Divine Centre-A religious rehabilitation centre- near Chalakkudy in Thrissur district & involved in the activities there, as a service to the society! As is his efficiency & experience, he rose to a dignified position there, in no time. After spending around 10 or so years @ Muringur, he shifted his work ground to an orphanage in Alway, in Ernakulam district. He was playful always...made & told good jokes as well! Once, when I was on my way to pick one of my friends from the Nedumbassery air port, I saw My Papa going in the direction of Alway on a moped, the same direction I was travelling, where he was staying at that time; we crossed him @ a crowded junction and moved ahead as we were already late. But, when we reached the very next junction we got ourselves into a traffic jam due to a bus accident. As we waited there, I saw My Papa, whom we covered kilometres ago pass us on his moped and vanish in the distance as there was enough room for the moped to move on; I remembered the day I stood picking up the pebbles & lost the race, eons ago in Bombay; I thought he out ran me with his moped! I used to call him on his mobile as I am settled in Bangalore for the last 6 years....Usually, he too called me & we had good chit chat over the phone. But, sometime when I called him he would not take the call; then after some time, may be 1 hour or so, he would call me back.....then, I would not take the call....then, after 15 or 30 minutes I would call him....then he would not respond....It was some sort of a game, like Hide & Seek, I thought he was interested in.....! I voluntarily obliged to My Papa’s game!
I too didn’t fall pretty behind in the games like this; 3 & a half months back, in November 2009, I with my wife Varsha of whom he was very fond of, my sister Reena & my friend whom more than three years ago I went to pick from Nedumbassery Airport when My Papa overtook me on the moped, went to give a surprise visit to My Papa @ the orphanage @ Alway where he was spending his time. I called him up on his mobile 09744830091 & made certain that he would be there when we reach there without intimating him about our imminent arrival. But, when we arrived there he was not there; just 10 minutes ago he had gone to a nearby Ayurvedic Treatment Centre to have a body massage, which he had been undergoing for the previous 3-4 weeks. We told the priest running the orphanage to keep our arrival a secret. He arrived after 30-45 minutes & he was surprised to see all of us there unannounced. We were given food & after spending another hour or so with him we returned!
That was my last visit to Kerala....In the month of November 2009. I was completely involved in the work of the organisation I work for, Unicorns International, all these months. I travelled a lot....I met a lot of people, as usual...Some time I thought of going to Bombay with My Papa again that we could travel the Old Memory Lanes Together Again! One year back, in April or May, I even suggested this to My Papa to which he talked positively. But, the trip didn’t have taken place; hence, I occasionally thought about that. After my return from Kerala in November last, in December My Papa was hospitalised due to some problems with his kidneys. After the treatment he was brought back home to recuperate & regain his health. As Naturopathy was introduced along with Allopathic / English Medicine, he was not given his favourite food items & he was totally restrained from having His Favourite Burning Oil! He didn’t like all this.... He complained against the uselessness of the treatment without giving him his wish list of food items! He didn’t like Allopathic or Naturopathic Medicine. As he was The Man of His Heart & never his brain, he wished aloud for his favourite dishes & didn’t like to take medicine. Then, he had a scar on his left foot, due to scratching & it didn’t cure as he had Diabetes and he refused taking medicine regularly. As usual, he talked with people who came to see him with a pleasant face, as he had been doing all his life. I remember, his face was pleasant always.....in good weather & in bad...the pleasantness was always there!
On 2nd of this month (March, 2010) I was travelling on train to Kerala again. At 9.58am, sitting inside the Island Express, I selected My Papa’s mobile number 09744830091 on my mobile & pressed the call button for a second & disconnected it the very next second. I thought, I should not inform him of my coming to meet him....Sometime he might not take my call as he may play his favourite game of Hide & Seek with me. Why should I give him a surprise as he would surely be waiting for me there at home.......? In the night of March 1st he had asked My Mom to fetch his slippers that he was going, to which My Mom told something in the negative & went to take bath. But, when she came back My Papa was gone....Never to wait for My Mom to bring the slippers for him! He knew he was going; that’s why he asked for his slippers...He simply went to the other side....HE DID WHAT HIS HEART TOLD HIM.......He never listened to others & his brain and when he felt like doing something, HE DID THAT...ONLY LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He walked from this life to another one wearing no slippers, with a pleasant face, registering complaints against no one & listening only to his heart, that too A REALLY RARE & BIG ONE! But, he forgot to take his calculator with him as he went walking with no slippers on, as I found out when I reached home; it was placed forgotten on my cot, in my room; of course, of what use it had been for him in his life? Hence, it can be that My Papa might have left it on my cot deliberately.
When I reached home he was lying down in the coffin, waiting for me .........his eldest son with whom he played games of various sorts....in time....I thought this one another game of sorts he invented to surprise all....After a couple of minutes of my arrival the coffin was lifted & I held the coffin on the right side of My Papa’s head....the face was pleasant as usual....He lied there well dressed with shoes on, no slippers. He weighed quite a lot & we were 8 persons who carried the coffin & only I understood that it was the weight of his REALLY BIG HEART. Then we reached the parish church & after the rituals inside the church went to the grave yard for the LAST PART OF MY PAPA’s MORTAL JOURNEY. The coffin was lowered near his grave & then the lid of the coffin was closed & the coffin was lowered into the grave & the grave was closed. My Papa -Not My Papa whom I knew- was there inside the grave but My Papa I knew, I realised, was somewhere around.....He might ring me up from somewhere someday to plan about our much delayed journey together to the Memory Lanes of Bombay... I realise, when the next time I go to the airport @ Nedumbassery I might see My Papa overtaking me on his moped... I know, when & if we go to the orphanage he spent his time @ Alway again, we will be told that My Papa has gone outside just now and will return soon, to be surprised by our visit. And, when he fails to pick up my call on his mobile 09744830091, I know pretty well that he is playing his usual games with me, as My Papa had been all my life and he will ring me up after some time.....!
All his life he had been GIVING; and he never knew or learned to ASK! People ill treated him, cheated him, tricked him right & left.....And he never complained! We, too had our problems & difficulties mounted to Himalayan proportions; My Papa was careless, as he thought there will come a way out, out of the blue.....! But that day never came! Our family struggled...struggled to no end....! As time rolled on nobody was his friend...all the tail wagers had gone into thin air...forever! With his knowledge, experience & efficiency in the managerial sector, he joined Muringur Divine Centre-A religious rehabilitation centre- near Chalakkudy in Thrissur district & involved in the activities there, as a service to the society! As is his efficiency & experience, he rose to a dignified position there, in no time. After spending around 10 or so years @ Muringur, he shifted his work ground to an orphanage in Alway, in Ernakulam district. He was playful always...made & told good jokes as well! Once, when I was on my way to pick one of my friends from the Nedumbassery air port, I saw My Papa going in the direction of Alway on a moped, the same direction I was travelling, where he was staying at that time; we crossed him @ a crowded junction and moved ahead as we were already late. But, when we reached the very next junction we got ourselves into a traffic jam due to a bus accident. As we waited there, I saw My Papa, whom we covered kilometres ago pass us on his moped and vanish in the distance as there was enough room for the moped to move on; I remembered the day I stood picking up the pebbles & lost the race, eons ago in Bombay; I thought he out ran me with his moped! I used to call him on his mobile as I am settled in Bangalore for the last 6 years....Usually, he too called me & we had good chit chat over the phone. But, sometime when I called him he would not take the call; then after some time, may be 1 hour or so, he would call me back.....then, I would not take the call....then, after 15 or 30 minutes I would call him....then he would not respond....It was some sort of a game, like Hide & Seek, I thought he was interested in.....! I voluntarily obliged to My Papa’s game!
I too didn’t fall pretty behind in the games like this; 3 & a half months back, in November 2009, I with my wife Varsha of whom he was very fond of, my sister Reena & my friend whom more than three years ago I went to pick from Nedumbassery Airport when My Papa overtook me on the moped, went to give a surprise visit to My Papa @ the orphanage @ Alway where he was spending his time. I called him up on his mobile 09744830091 & made certain that he would be there when we reach there without intimating him about our imminent arrival. But, when we arrived there he was not there; just 10 minutes ago he had gone to a nearby Ayurvedic Treatment Centre to have a body massage, which he had been undergoing for the previous 3-4 weeks. We told the priest running the orphanage to keep our arrival a secret. He arrived after 30-45 minutes & he was surprised to see all of us there unannounced. We were given food & after spending another hour or so with him we returned!
That was my last visit to Kerala....In the month of November 2009. I was completely involved in the work of the organisation I work for, Unicorns International, all these months. I travelled a lot....I met a lot of people, as usual...Some time I thought of going to Bombay with My Papa again that we could travel the Old Memory Lanes Together Again! One year back, in April or May, I even suggested this to My Papa to which he talked positively. But, the trip didn’t have taken place; hence, I occasionally thought about that. After my return from Kerala in November last, in December My Papa was hospitalised due to some problems with his kidneys. After the treatment he was brought back home to recuperate & regain his health. As Naturopathy was introduced along with Allopathic / English Medicine, he was not given his favourite food items & he was totally restrained from having His Favourite Burning Oil! He didn’t like all this.... He complained against the uselessness of the treatment without giving him his wish list of food items! He didn’t like Allopathic or Naturopathic Medicine. As he was The Man of His Heart & never his brain, he wished aloud for his favourite dishes & didn’t like to take medicine. Then, he had a scar on his left foot, due to scratching & it didn’t cure as he had Diabetes and he refused taking medicine regularly. As usual, he talked with people who came to see him with a pleasant face, as he had been doing all his life. I remember, his face was pleasant always.....in good weather & in bad...the pleasantness was always there!
On 2nd of this month (March, 2010) I was travelling on train to Kerala again. At 9.58am, sitting inside the Island Express, I selected My Papa’s mobile number 09744830091 on my mobile & pressed the call button for a second & disconnected it the very next second. I thought, I should not inform him of my coming to meet him....Sometime he might not take my call as he may play his favourite game of Hide & Seek with me. Why should I give him a surprise as he would surely be waiting for me there at home.......? In the night of March 1st he had asked My Mom to fetch his slippers that he was going, to which My Mom told something in the negative & went to take bath. But, when she came back My Papa was gone....Never to wait for My Mom to bring the slippers for him! He knew he was going; that’s why he asked for his slippers...He simply went to the other side....HE DID WHAT HIS HEART TOLD HIM.......He never listened to others & his brain and when he felt like doing something, HE DID THAT...ONLY LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He walked from this life to another one wearing no slippers, with a pleasant face, registering complaints against no one & listening only to his heart, that too A REALLY RARE & BIG ONE! But, he forgot to take his calculator with him as he went walking with no slippers on, as I found out when I reached home; it was placed forgotten on my cot, in my room; of course, of what use it had been for him in his life? Hence, it can be that My Papa might have left it on my cot deliberately.
When I reached home he was lying down in the coffin, waiting for me .........his eldest son with whom he played games of various sorts....in time....I thought this one another game of sorts he invented to surprise all....After a couple of minutes of my arrival the coffin was lifted & I held the coffin on the right side of My Papa’s head....the face was pleasant as usual....He lied there well dressed with shoes on, no slippers. He weighed quite a lot & we were 8 persons who carried the coffin & only I understood that it was the weight of his REALLY BIG HEART. Then we reached the parish church & after the rituals inside the church went to the grave yard for the LAST PART OF MY PAPA’s MORTAL JOURNEY. The coffin was lowered near his grave & then the lid of the coffin was closed & the coffin was lowered into the grave & the grave was closed. My Papa -Not My Papa whom I knew- was there inside the grave but My Papa I knew, I realised, was somewhere around.....He might ring me up from somewhere someday to plan about our much delayed journey together to the Memory Lanes of Bombay... I realise, when the next time I go to the airport @ Nedumbassery I might see My Papa overtaking me on his moped... I know, when & if we go to the orphanage he spent his time @ Alway again, we will be told that My Papa has gone outside just now and will return soon, to be surprised by our visit. And, when he fails to pick up my call on his mobile 09744830091, I know pretty well that he is playing his usual games with me, as My Papa had been all my life and he will ring me up after some time.....!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
THE EXPERTS OF THE WORLD!
When I was young I could make out those things that were beautiful from that were not! I seldom made a mistake. My friends of the same age too had this brilliant capacity to identify any beautiful thing with their naked eyes! In those days there were no complications. I think it was a very simple era. It was a very straight forward, very non intricate & very normal era. In those days when we said the flower was beautiful, without any confusion there stood a beautiful flower with nobody contesting otherwise...If someone said there was a beautiful girl near his house we always found a beautiful girl there....If somebody those days said they went to a beautiful picnic place everybody understood that they went to a beautiful picnic place...yes ...everything was as simple & understandable as that. And, no one in those days said there lived a very beautiful girl next to his house & found out a cinder wench when one really met her.
But all that changed quite some time ago! As some one stated much earlier, the time of the specialists came! And whenever someone wanted to comment on anything he or she always withheld the comment till he or she found an expert and got his or her opinion! Today, nobody dares to utter even a word about anything without consulting an expert & it became a rule that without an expert's advice even a hen can not be called a hen &a bullock a bullock! The time has changed & it is the era of the so called experts without whom the life has become meaningless and utter waste! Hence, this era has got the tag "the expert era” or “the age of the experts!” What is interesting in this era is that without these experts here, the things are not the things they seem & feel to be! Without these experts nothing is what they are taught or presented to be. Its experts all the way...here ....there & everywhere.....!
Now, everything stands changed... A rose is not beautiful & a rose is not a rose at all if the expert says otherwise; a butterfly is not beautiful if the expert says otherwise; a light-tinted cloud & the rainbow are not beautiful if the expert says otherwise! One is forced to become aware of the all powerful existence of the expert in any field & every field. One become owe-struck when there is an expert present. When Dr.Faustus brings back Helen of Troy from the nether world we wonder whether to exclaim her as beautiful, goddess like etc in the all consuming presence of the expert. If he says ok it is wonderful-aloud for all of us common folk! When on sees the mighty Himalayas one looks around cautiously to check whether there is an expert around, before exclaiming in wonderful delight! All it takes to proclaim the pyramids wonderful is an expert's opinion; and, take note you are not entitled to comment without getting the comment of the expert first!
When Susmitha Sen, Aiswarya Rai & others became beauty queens in the bygone era the people understood that they were beautiful; people could see & appreciate their beauty without the expert breathing down one's neck! When Padmini, Vijayanthimala, Hemamalini & others scorched the silver screens we were in a position to understand they were beauties of their time, and, of course, without the interference of the experts! All those things are past now. When the beauty queens-selected of today walk before us we doubt from which angle their beauty is seen or rather FOUND OUT?! What sort of an expert would he be who selected this apparition as beauty queen, we-common people- often pose the question. The expert claims that it is the angle of her jaw & the squint in her eyes & her social inferior standing & a million undecipherable oddities & eccentricities that are the qualities which made her beauty queen! Now the common man understands painfully that the BEAUTY IS NO MORE BEAUTY BUT STATISTICS & EXPERTS! And, statistics can be used to prove anything right or wrong anytime or with statistics one can prove anything!
Hence, one should be prepared to appreciate a handicapped, half-burned faced cinder wench as the beauty queen as the crown is for her deformity & the pathetic state she is in & HER COURAGE TO FIGHT THE ODDITIES IN HER LIFE! That is right according to the expert panel as THE BEST CLIMBER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO SOME ONE WHO LOST HIS LEGS WHILE CLIMBING A TREE TO RESPECT HIS COURAGE TO MOVE ON IN HIS LIFE. THE BEST SINGER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO THOSE WHO GET MAXIMUM NUMBER OF Rs 6/- SMSs & SOUND LIKE A BUFFALLO, as the criterion is the fighting spirit & courage they show to sing before an audience, despite having a very low class voice! Hence, we should bear that skinny, anorexic, ghostly looking, scantly-clad calendar girls the experts say beautiful a little more; hence, we should be prepared to eulogise those models that are not better than beggars, as they are highly praised & appreciated as beauties by our dear experts! We should all join courses that teach us how to appreciate beauty even where there is not even an iota of it! Hence, I didn’t find it difficult to understand & awkward when I saw someone staring at a barren rock, in the middle of a desert & exclaim aloud it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as I saw an expert whispering something in his ears!
But all that changed quite some time ago! As some one stated much earlier, the time of the specialists came! And whenever someone wanted to comment on anything he or she always withheld the comment till he or she found an expert and got his or her opinion! Today, nobody dares to utter even a word about anything without consulting an expert & it became a rule that without an expert's advice even a hen can not be called a hen &a bullock a bullock! The time has changed & it is the era of the so called experts without whom the life has become meaningless and utter waste! Hence, this era has got the tag "the expert era” or “the age of the experts!” What is interesting in this era is that without these experts here, the things are not the things they seem & feel to be! Without these experts nothing is what they are taught or presented to be. Its experts all the way...here ....there & everywhere.....!
Now, everything stands changed... A rose is not beautiful & a rose is not a rose at all if the expert says otherwise; a butterfly is not beautiful if the expert says otherwise; a light-tinted cloud & the rainbow are not beautiful if the expert says otherwise! One is forced to become aware of the all powerful existence of the expert in any field & every field. One become owe-struck when there is an expert present. When Dr.Faustus brings back Helen of Troy from the nether world we wonder whether to exclaim her as beautiful, goddess like etc in the all consuming presence of the expert. If he says ok it is wonderful-aloud for all of us common folk! When on sees the mighty Himalayas one looks around cautiously to check whether there is an expert around, before exclaiming in wonderful delight! All it takes to proclaim the pyramids wonderful is an expert's opinion; and, take note you are not entitled to comment without getting the comment of the expert first!
When Susmitha Sen, Aiswarya Rai & others became beauty queens in the bygone era the people understood that they were beautiful; people could see & appreciate their beauty without the expert breathing down one's neck! When Padmini, Vijayanthimala, Hemamalini & others scorched the silver screens we were in a position to understand they were beauties of their time, and, of course, without the interference of the experts! All those things are past now. When the beauty queens-selected of today walk before us we doubt from which angle their beauty is seen or rather FOUND OUT?! What sort of an expert would he be who selected this apparition as beauty queen, we-common people- often pose the question. The expert claims that it is the angle of her jaw & the squint in her eyes & her social inferior standing & a million undecipherable oddities & eccentricities that are the qualities which made her beauty queen! Now the common man understands painfully that the BEAUTY IS NO MORE BEAUTY BUT STATISTICS & EXPERTS! And, statistics can be used to prove anything right or wrong anytime or with statistics one can prove anything!
Hence, one should be prepared to appreciate a handicapped, half-burned faced cinder wench as the beauty queen as the crown is for her deformity & the pathetic state she is in & HER COURAGE TO FIGHT THE ODDITIES IN HER LIFE! That is right according to the expert panel as THE BEST CLIMBER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO SOME ONE WHO LOST HIS LEGS WHILE CLIMBING A TREE TO RESPECT HIS COURAGE TO MOVE ON IN HIS LIFE. THE BEST SINGER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO THOSE WHO GET MAXIMUM NUMBER OF Rs 6/- SMSs & SOUND LIKE A BUFFALLO, as the criterion is the fighting spirit & courage they show to sing before an audience, despite having a very low class voice! Hence, we should bear that skinny, anorexic, ghostly looking, scantly-clad calendar girls the experts say beautiful a little more; hence, we should be prepared to eulogise those models that are not better than beggars, as they are highly praised & appreciated as beauties by our dear experts! We should all join courses that teach us how to appreciate beauty even where there is not even an iota of it! Hence, I didn’t find it difficult to understand & awkward when I saw someone staring at a barren rock, in the middle of a desert & exclaim aloud it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as I saw an expert whispering something in his ears!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
OH MY GOD.......IT’S AS SIMPLE AS THAT!
God was or is ‘always’ equal to the level of thought or brain power or logic of the person who thinks of God! That’s why men always have a ‘logical and straightforward god’ and females an ‘emotional and inconsistent god’ who will always support (that’s how people think god will respond to their (good) actions in real life, and people ‘Only’ do good actions in their lives, as to them only those actions are good and because of that ‘God’s Actions’ or the actions which will get the approval of the God automatically as they are good and God stands for whatever that is good) the actions they take/do in their lives-males doing/ going for logical, consistent, straight forward and fact based actions & females less logical, less factual, inconsistent, emotion based- therefore groundless- and round about way of actions!
God always reflects the mind of the thinker of God or else ‘God is just a reflection of a human mind’. Or we can rather say that god was or is always equal to the society or world, which is populated by males and females, existed/ existing at any given point of time! And then the most surprising or shocking matter is that as per the things stated God is Man or Man is God!!!
Hence, god Mona Sing thought what god Akshay did was not right and goddess Rekha thought it was great stupidity god Amartya Mishra was doing and so on.....! And the god running the tea shop, Vadivel Muthu gave very less quality and quantity to the 10 rupee he charged for the cup of coffee from the customer god Balu and the bus conductor god Raju Sudhanpet pretended to be oblivious of the change he had to give back to the commuter god Jalappa Reddy and the teacher god Amareesh.K. never taught his student gods Prakruti Misra, Saakeeth Krishnamurthy, Sangeeth Malhotra and others as he was sure to be get paid by the educational institution he (the teacher god) is working for, for ‘not taking classes!’ Oh My God or Oh My Man?!
Please Note: This Article Was Written 2 Years Ago!
God always reflects the mind of the thinker of God or else ‘God is just a reflection of a human mind’. Or we can rather say that god was or is always equal to the society or world, which is populated by males and females, existed/ existing at any given point of time! And then the most surprising or shocking matter is that as per the things stated God is Man or Man is God!!!
Hence, god Mona Sing thought what god Akshay did was not right and goddess Rekha thought it was great stupidity god Amartya Mishra was doing and so on.....! And the god running the tea shop, Vadivel Muthu gave very less quality and quantity to the 10 rupee he charged for the cup of coffee from the customer god Balu and the bus conductor god Raju Sudhanpet pretended to be oblivious of the change he had to give back to the commuter god Jalappa Reddy and the teacher god Amareesh.K. never taught his student gods Prakruti Misra, Saakeeth Krishnamurthy, Sangeeth Malhotra and others as he was sure to be get paid by the educational institution he (the teacher god) is working for, for ‘not taking classes!’ Oh My God or Oh My Man?!
Please Note: This Article Was Written 2 Years Ago!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
WAITING FOR MY NOBEL!
Of late, I see millions of people, all over the world, talking, dreaming, preparing for, thinking & doing a million things about Nobel Prize! It has never happened that a storm the Nobel Prize created caught millions unawares & got them involved too! These days, people jump awake from their dreams thinking they got a Nobel; Children cry for a Nobel; Petty Politicians prepare themselves & attend classes for a Nobel, conducted by hundreds of fly-by-night course-conductors! A million activities are now run, focused on Nobel Prize these days!
It is interesting to see people from all walks of life getting drowned in this Nobel-Rush! People, who sit idle PEACEFULLY, doing nothing, say “THEY HAVE A CLAIM ON THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE! People from the Indian state Kerala, with all their trade unions & groups of idle-workers and most of the people, who while their whole time away 24/7, DOING NOTHING, scream at the top of their voice, united, that IT IS THEIR BIRTH RIGHT TO HAVE THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE [as the union-workers or workers’ unions of Kerala are ACCUSTOMED/ILLEGALY-LEGALISED to have ‘THE NOKKU COOLIE’ -PAYMENT FOR JUST WATCHING (OR IN OTHER BEAUTIFUL WORDS ‘PEACEFULLY DOING NOTHING!’) SOMEONE ELSE DOING THE WORK WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BIRTH RIGHT OF SOME PARTICULAR WORKER-UNIONS!], as they WASTE THEIR ENTIRE LIFE SITTING IDLE/PEACEFULLY!
Now, in the adoption markets, the babies who don’t ever cry or make a sound have a hefty premium to be paid to the adoption specialists, as who knows when will the NOBEL PEACE PRIZE GOD’S CALL WILL COME?!; and the parents of those children who don’t even make a noise even after two or three years after the birth are extremely happy as they think the hitherto called disability is a golden chance to get a NOBEL PEACE PRIZE, as their kids seldom make a noise TO DISTURB PEACE! Hence, “The crying baby gets milk!” got royally replaced by “It is the non-crying baby gets the Nobel Peace Prize!”
Extremely inactive persons including Members of Parliaments, Ministers, Rulers, Governors, Councillors, Presidents of all sorts, including those of the local tea clubs, coffee clubs, cricket clubs, fishermen’s clubs, smokers’ clubs, idiots’ clubs, Paupers’ Union Leaders and a variety of Utterly Inactive People have gate-crashed into the local Nobel Committee Offices all over the world & Swedish Nobel Committee Office, with the attested copies of their total inactivity, testifying their WHOLESOME INACTIVITY -read contribution towards WORLD PEACE! - from the active world organisations like WHO, Green Peace, Red Cross, Unicorns International & others; it is also heard that some of these most inactive persons submitted forged/fake documents as their PROOF OF TOTAL INACTIVITTY!
Most of the completely inactive institutions like schools, colleges, universities, government departments & others who do little despite having the responsibility to do great things to upgrade human thought, existence & life also staked their claims to the Nobel Peace Prize, most ardently & feverishly! Those people who PROMOTE & PROPAGATE GLOBAL TERRORISM PEACEFULLY also claimed THEIR POUND OF NOBEL FLESH! The near & dear of those people who PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY claimed their Nobel Peace Prize, dutifully! It is also heard that the kith & kin of those persons who passed away a couple of decades & even centuries ago have CLAIMED THE NOBEL POSTHUMOSLY, citing the PEACEFULL NATURE THE PASSED AWAY PEOPLE ARE IN THE PRESENT & THEIR CONTRIBUTION IN THE MATTER OF WORLD PEACE! There are even people who claim and lobby heavily & passionately for THOSE PEACEFULL VOLCANOES WHICH ARE NOT ACTIVE and hence very much eligible for the Nobel Prize for Peace!
“OH MY GOD.... OBAMA HAS A NOBEL..... CAN I HAVE ONE, PLEASE??!” has become a frequently recurring question world wide! Now people & all those in the know will try to make one convinced that Nobel Peace Prize will make Obama do great things for humanity! Yea, they can be right......Who can firmly assert A NOBEL WILL NOT FORCE THE PRESIDENT TO DO GREAT THINGS?!! Hence, I think, in the next Nobel committee, there will surely be a black sorcerer, a fortune teller & an oracle to find out the man who will do great things, given he is gifted with a Nobel, far in advance to a supposed action worth a Nobel! And, in the coming years we will definitely find an unborn child getting a Nobel for chemistry, physics or any other Nobel subject, for an invention or discovery he/she may do/make one day in the near future 2077!
It is interesting to see people from all walks of life getting drowned in this Nobel-Rush! People, who sit idle PEACEFULLY, doing nothing, say “THEY HAVE A CLAIM ON THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE! People from the Indian state Kerala, with all their trade unions & groups of idle-workers and most of the people, who while their whole time away 24/7, DOING NOTHING, scream at the top of their voice, united, that IT IS THEIR BIRTH RIGHT TO HAVE THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE [as the union-workers or workers’ unions of Kerala are ACCUSTOMED/ILLEGALY-LEGALISED to have ‘THE NOKKU COOLIE’ -PAYMENT FOR JUST WATCHING (OR IN OTHER BEAUTIFUL WORDS ‘PEACEFULLY DOING NOTHING!’) SOMEONE ELSE DOING THE WORK WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BIRTH RIGHT OF SOME PARTICULAR WORKER-UNIONS!], as they WASTE THEIR ENTIRE LIFE SITTING IDLE/PEACEFULLY!
Now, in the adoption markets, the babies who don’t ever cry or make a sound have a hefty premium to be paid to the adoption specialists, as who knows when will the NOBEL PEACE PRIZE GOD’S CALL WILL COME?!; and the parents of those children who don’t even make a noise even after two or three years after the birth are extremely happy as they think the hitherto called disability is a golden chance to get a NOBEL PEACE PRIZE, as their kids seldom make a noise TO DISTURB PEACE! Hence, “The crying baby gets milk!” got royally replaced by “It is the non-crying baby gets the Nobel Peace Prize!”
Extremely inactive persons including Members of Parliaments, Ministers, Rulers, Governors, Councillors, Presidents of all sorts, including those of the local tea clubs, coffee clubs, cricket clubs, fishermen’s clubs, smokers’ clubs, idiots’ clubs, Paupers’ Union Leaders and a variety of Utterly Inactive People have gate-crashed into the local Nobel Committee Offices all over the world & Swedish Nobel Committee Office, with the attested copies of their total inactivity, testifying their WHOLESOME INACTIVITY -read contribution towards WORLD PEACE! - from the active world organisations like WHO, Green Peace, Red Cross, Unicorns International & others; it is also heard that some of these most inactive persons submitted forged/fake documents as their PROOF OF TOTAL INACTIVITTY!
Most of the completely inactive institutions like schools, colleges, universities, government departments & others who do little despite having the responsibility to do great things to upgrade human thought, existence & life also staked their claims to the Nobel Peace Prize, most ardently & feverishly! Those people who PROMOTE & PROPAGATE GLOBAL TERRORISM PEACEFULLY also claimed THEIR POUND OF NOBEL FLESH! The near & dear of those people who PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY claimed their Nobel Peace Prize, dutifully! It is also heard that the kith & kin of those persons who passed away a couple of decades & even centuries ago have CLAIMED THE NOBEL POSTHUMOSLY, citing the PEACEFULL NATURE THE PASSED AWAY PEOPLE ARE IN THE PRESENT & THEIR CONTRIBUTION IN THE MATTER OF WORLD PEACE! There are even people who claim and lobby heavily & passionately for THOSE PEACEFULL VOLCANOES WHICH ARE NOT ACTIVE and hence very much eligible for the Nobel Prize for Peace!
“OH MY GOD.... OBAMA HAS A NOBEL..... CAN I HAVE ONE, PLEASE??!” has become a frequently recurring question world wide! Now people & all those in the know will try to make one convinced that Nobel Peace Prize will make Obama do great things for humanity! Yea, they can be right......Who can firmly assert A NOBEL WILL NOT FORCE THE PRESIDENT TO DO GREAT THINGS?!! Hence, I think, in the next Nobel committee, there will surely be a black sorcerer, a fortune teller & an oracle to find out the man who will do great things, given he is gifted with a Nobel, far in advance to a supposed action worth a Nobel! And, in the coming years we will definitely find an unborn child getting a Nobel for chemistry, physics or any other Nobel subject, for an invention or discovery he/she may do/make one day in the near future 2077!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
MALAYALI - THE ENLIGHTENED KERALITE!
Secular India's one & only religiously created district is in Kerala, and that too happened way back in 1967! An Extremely Inactive Opposition Party & A Hyper Active Ruling Party are some of the special things the state offers! Ardent Opposition & Feverish No to Tractor, Computer, Pre-Degree Board, Smart City, Express High Way etc. first & then Fervent Implementation of the same by the same people who opposed it tooth & nail has been written in golden letters in Kerala History!
Universities where ONLY DIRTY POLITICTS IS TAUGHT & MADE IMBIBED FORCEFULLY 24/7 are Kerala Specialities! At Kerala Places like Parambikulam, Mullapperiyar etc. respective governments of Kerala always waited for the permission from their GOOD FRIEND Tamilnadu to come 24/7 even for removing a bag of sand from the dam sites they own! And, vehicles from Kerala continue to enter Kerala's own Parambikulam via Tamilnadu, paying taxes to Tamilnadu to enter Kerala’s own land! Water from Kerala dams is unobtrusively & slyly channelized to Tamilnadu, all these years, with the knowledge & tacit support of the respective governments- Inaction that is the ENLIGHTENED MOTTO!
Extremely Inactive and Idle group of people who depend on others outside God's Own Country for everything, including vegetables & food items, NEVER EVER USING hundreds of thousands of hectors of very fertile land is another Kerala Special! Wastefully consuming water, earth & forest and giving back nothing to Nature, finding no time even to plant a tree, but finding more than enough time to fell a number of trees just for fun, Enlightened Malayalees gleefully move on! It is a place where LEACHEROUS CONSUMPTION is an extremely favourite past time and WORK IS SITTING IDLE & IDLENESS RELIGION! Irresponsible Education System developed exclusively by the Enlightened People of God’s Own Country, where, once, EVEN POLICE PERSONNEL EVALUATED ANSWER SHEETS OF COLLEGE STUDENTS, & recovered hundreds of answer sheets of Highly Unfortunate Students from the water tanks of A Particular University months after the evaluation of Star Crossed Students got finished and the results declared -1986 to be specific!-, is nothing but Kerala Model Enlightenment!
Kerala Is God’s Own Country Where Adulteration & Selling spurious & duplicate things are a fad; it is a place where government employees behave as these were Good Old Royal Days & They Are True Royal Blood; it is where red-tapism is a celebrated virtue & of course IDLENESS THE NATURE! It is also Hartal /Bandh’s Own Country Where a Couple of Illegal Bandhs & Hartals (Name Changed to escape The All Seeing Eyes of Indian Courts) a week is a part of anything existing in Kerala! It is where for under 5 hours of lazy-work people charge a very low daily wage of 300-400 Indian rupees, where these 5 hours are spent to paint only ONE SIDE OF A WINDOW PANE, hence making it Lazy Workers’ Own Country! It is a great place where AC theatres seldom switch ACs on after charging for AC!
It is a good place where Enlightened Boot Lickers ascend ‘the Future Moulding Institutions’ like Schools, Colleges etc, where quality is a PIOUS WORD of which's Meaning Nobody knows & people in the TOTAL LACK OF KNOWLEDGE take decisions of extreme significance; and it is a place where the Enlightened Ones don’t even know a THING CALLED TIME exists! It is a happening place where Every Happening Is An Accident! Here is the place where policy makers are WELL -UN-AWARE OF what they are doing! Here the Enlightened Ones talk KILOMETRES & KILOGRAMS ABOUT NOTHING! It is a place where all types of scandals, tricks, swindles, cheating and the likes are played out every second & LIFE IS LIVED ACCORDING TO SOME STUPID'S FOOLISH IDEOLOGY! It is a great place where the Mother Tongue is LOOKED DOWN UPON & A GATHERING OF TWO ENLIGHTENED MALAYALEES IS THE WORLD PARLIAMENT OF UNNECESSARY, INSIGNIFICANT, NEVER ENDING & USELESS DEBATE & ARGUMENT!
It is a wonderful happening place where neighbours pour boiled water onto the planted saplings of the neighbour's plants & accuse the demons of night [Particularly the poor Marutha-A Form of Evil Spirit, Njavanengadan-Another Form of Very Local Evil Spirit, Kozhiyum Makkalum (Hen & Chicks - The other form of a Local Deity!), Thervazhca & company] for the sudden decaying & demise of the sapling! Here we see & meet millions of Enlightened Minds/Mindsets Which Never See or Appreciate Quality in Any Form-Here Quality Is Kicked Out As Evil! It is a land of Enlightened Ones Where Mediocrity & Banality are the topics of most of the modern day ballad and creativity is almost dead & work ethics totally destroyed! It is the only place on our mother Earth where PEOPLE ARE EXTREMELY BUSY DOING NOTHING & life is the very basics of a human life like FOOD, SHELTER, CLOTHING & A LOT OF GAS!
THE MALAYALI OUTSIDE GOD’S OWN COUNTRY!
The Malayali Outside is some what different; there, he/she is an extremely well-made & efficient creature, well known for his/her education, knowledge & culture! Nobody looks beyond this peripheral beauty of Malayali! The selfish giant that he/she is, will impose upon anyone who is ready to be imposed upon & start the work of sucking off the sap of the imposed one till that point where the imposed one is not in a state of any use to the imposter; then, he/she moves to another hapless creature, to impose on him/her. He/she feigns knowledge, culture & education even in the fields where he/she doesn’t know even the ABCDs!
She will claim that it is because some one switched on the mixer grinder or an iron box one & a half kilometre from where she stands, the power has gone in their locality & the strongest of acids is human urine, which will definitely find some takers, due to the HEARD-KNOWLEDGE of the MALAYALEES! In the case of living in separate houses, it is always better TWO MALAYALEES live at the least with another one – anyone other than a Malayali- between their houses, lest that locality will never see peace again!
She will use water wastefully, as they are used to in their God’s Own Country, and pretend to he very highly conscious of Cleanliness & Hygiene, despite being extremely poor about these two very important things! She will take bath twice a day & remain unclean most of the day. She seldom uses her hand kerchief & uses some other means to wipe off her running nose! She/he talks aloud about the incompetence the Malayalees have in the matter of English Language & make parodies mocking them; he/she learns to MIMICK a couple of words in English & parrot English in unnecessary places & in awkward situations like where there are no English Speakers! If another Malayali (Trying hard To Become An Enlightened One), who is low in confidence, as far as Spoken English is concerned, speaks or asks something in Malayalam to One of the Enlightened Ones, he/she will pretend that he/she is from America & Speak Chinese English with strong Sinhalese Accent, which no one in the world can understand!
And, it is a pleasure & pain, at the same time, to watch this Great Selfish-Malayali Outside God’s Own Country of Yore move forward, helping no one but oneself, losing a lot and gaining only a trifle in the matter of Real Education, that is LIFE!
Universities where ONLY DIRTY POLITICTS IS TAUGHT & MADE IMBIBED FORCEFULLY 24/7 are Kerala Specialities! At Kerala Places like Parambikulam, Mullapperiyar etc. respective governments of Kerala always waited for the permission from their GOOD FRIEND Tamilnadu to come 24/7 even for removing a bag of sand from the dam sites they own! And, vehicles from Kerala continue to enter Kerala's own Parambikulam via Tamilnadu, paying taxes to Tamilnadu to enter Kerala’s own land! Water from Kerala dams is unobtrusively & slyly channelized to Tamilnadu, all these years, with the knowledge & tacit support of the respective governments- Inaction that is the ENLIGHTENED MOTTO!
Extremely Inactive and Idle group of people who depend on others outside God's Own Country for everything, including vegetables & food items, NEVER EVER USING hundreds of thousands of hectors of very fertile land is another Kerala Special! Wastefully consuming water, earth & forest and giving back nothing to Nature, finding no time even to plant a tree, but finding more than enough time to fell a number of trees just for fun, Enlightened Malayalees gleefully move on! It is a place where LEACHEROUS CONSUMPTION is an extremely favourite past time and WORK IS SITTING IDLE & IDLENESS RELIGION! Irresponsible Education System developed exclusively by the Enlightened People of God’s Own Country, where, once, EVEN POLICE PERSONNEL EVALUATED ANSWER SHEETS OF COLLEGE STUDENTS, & recovered hundreds of answer sheets of Highly Unfortunate Students from the water tanks of A Particular University months after the evaluation of Star Crossed Students got finished and the results declared -1986 to be specific!-, is nothing but Kerala Model Enlightenment!
Kerala Is God’s Own Country Where Adulteration & Selling spurious & duplicate things are a fad; it is a place where government employees behave as these were Good Old Royal Days & They Are True Royal Blood; it is where red-tapism is a celebrated virtue & of course IDLENESS THE NATURE! It is also Hartal /Bandh’s Own Country Where a Couple of Illegal Bandhs & Hartals (Name Changed to escape The All Seeing Eyes of Indian Courts) a week is a part of anything existing in Kerala! It is where for under 5 hours of lazy-work people charge a very low daily wage of 300-400 Indian rupees, where these 5 hours are spent to paint only ONE SIDE OF A WINDOW PANE, hence making it Lazy Workers’ Own Country! It is a great place where AC theatres seldom switch ACs on after charging for AC!
It is a good place where Enlightened Boot Lickers ascend ‘the Future Moulding Institutions’ like Schools, Colleges etc, where quality is a PIOUS WORD of which's Meaning Nobody knows & people in the TOTAL LACK OF KNOWLEDGE take decisions of extreme significance; and it is a place where the Enlightened Ones don’t even know a THING CALLED TIME exists! It is a happening place where Every Happening Is An Accident! Here is the place where policy makers are WELL -UN-AWARE OF what they are doing! Here the Enlightened Ones talk KILOMETRES & KILOGRAMS ABOUT NOTHING! It is a place where all types of scandals, tricks, swindles, cheating and the likes are played out every second & LIFE IS LIVED ACCORDING TO SOME STUPID'S FOOLISH IDEOLOGY! It is a great place where the Mother Tongue is LOOKED DOWN UPON & A GATHERING OF TWO ENLIGHTENED MALAYALEES IS THE WORLD PARLIAMENT OF UNNECESSARY, INSIGNIFICANT, NEVER ENDING & USELESS DEBATE & ARGUMENT!
It is a wonderful happening place where neighbours pour boiled water onto the planted saplings of the neighbour's plants & accuse the demons of night [Particularly the poor Marutha-A Form of Evil Spirit, Njavanengadan-Another Form of Very Local Evil Spirit, Kozhiyum Makkalum (Hen & Chicks - The other form of a Local Deity!), Thervazhca & company] for the sudden decaying & demise of the sapling! Here we see & meet millions of Enlightened Minds/Mindsets Which Never See or Appreciate Quality in Any Form-Here Quality Is Kicked Out As Evil! It is a land of Enlightened Ones Where Mediocrity & Banality are the topics of most of the modern day ballad and creativity is almost dead & work ethics totally destroyed! It is the only place on our mother Earth where PEOPLE ARE EXTREMELY BUSY DOING NOTHING & life is the very basics of a human life like FOOD, SHELTER, CLOTHING & A LOT OF GAS!
THE MALAYALI OUTSIDE GOD’S OWN COUNTRY!
The Malayali Outside is some what different; there, he/she is an extremely well-made & efficient creature, well known for his/her education, knowledge & culture! Nobody looks beyond this peripheral beauty of Malayali! The selfish giant that he/she is, will impose upon anyone who is ready to be imposed upon & start the work of sucking off the sap of the imposed one till that point where the imposed one is not in a state of any use to the imposter; then, he/she moves to another hapless creature, to impose on him/her. He/she feigns knowledge, culture & education even in the fields where he/she doesn’t know even the ABCDs!
She will claim that it is because some one switched on the mixer grinder or an iron box one & a half kilometre from where she stands, the power has gone in their locality & the strongest of acids is human urine, which will definitely find some takers, due to the HEARD-KNOWLEDGE of the MALAYALEES! In the case of living in separate houses, it is always better TWO MALAYALEES live at the least with another one – anyone other than a Malayali- between their houses, lest that locality will never see peace again!
She will use water wastefully, as they are used to in their God’s Own Country, and pretend to he very highly conscious of Cleanliness & Hygiene, despite being extremely poor about these two very important things! She will take bath twice a day & remain unclean most of the day. She seldom uses her hand kerchief & uses some other means to wipe off her running nose! She/he talks aloud about the incompetence the Malayalees have in the matter of English Language & make parodies mocking them; he/she learns to MIMICK a couple of words in English & parrot English in unnecessary places & in awkward situations like where there are no English Speakers! If another Malayali (Trying hard To Become An Enlightened One), who is low in confidence, as far as Spoken English is concerned, speaks or asks something in Malayalam to One of the Enlightened Ones, he/she will pretend that he/she is from America & Speak Chinese English with strong Sinhalese Accent, which no one in the world can understand!
And, it is a pleasure & pain, at the same time, to watch this Great Selfish-Malayali Outside God’s Own Country of Yore move forward, helping no one but oneself, losing a lot and gaining only a trifle in the matter of Real Education, that is LIFE!
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