My wife had three brothers, or four, to be exact.
Krishnan, her anujan (younger brother) died early, while still a brahmachary (ovinichunni), at the age of seven or so. It was a big shock to her.
Her immediate ettan (elder brother) named Vasudevan was dull in studies and left school after a few years. He was at home and the two, brother and sister, were very close to each other.
He used to do pooja at the family temple of Narasimhamoorthy. The naivedyam (cooked rice has to be prepared in the kitchen, after taking bath in the family pond, without changing the wet cloths, and then carry it to the temple sanctum).
So he would keep it there and tell the deity in pure Malayalam (normally all mantras are said in Samskrutham): I have taken all this trouble; eat, if you like.
And he would come out and smoke his beedi. He would make something or other for the sister to eat. Hcooked food well.
Both, brother and sister, were married on the same day.
He was always doing something or other for getting money, like selling paddy or trees etc.
Soon it was decided to divide property between brothers.
He accepted a rice fields and nearby plot with a mud house, a little away frm the main campus.
He was a good farmer and hard worker. It was a pleasure to meet the family. Sitting in the front veranda, facing the fields and the cool breeze, coming from the Bharathapuzha, we enjoyed simple refreshments of small plantains, or tender coconut water or banana chips in the season.
He got work in an ayurvedic pharmacy making drugs and was well settled.
When He wants to destroy a person, He makes him mad. This simple man started pilfering medicines and was caught. Soomehow he got pardon through the efforts of a lawyer, Parakunnath Narayanan Namboodiri, my mousi’s husband who was very influential and equally humanitarian.
When they became financially better, his son now working in a school (all youngsters in muthukurssi mana are teachers, they can run their own school), his wife decided to build a terrace house. This was opposed by the farmer husband.
One day Vasudevan came to see us at CS puram gramam. The brother and sister were very happy and went on talking incessantly as if they are still children. He stayed there for two days and went away happy.
Soon we were informed that he hanged himself in the old mud house, from where he never shifted to the terrace building.
Her immediate ettan (elder brother) named Vasudevan was dull in studies and left school after a few years. He was at home and the two, brother and sister, were very close to each other.
He used to do pooja at the family temple of Narasimhamoorthy. The naivedyam (cooked rice has to be prepared in the kitchen, after taking bath in the family pond, without changing the wet cloths, and then carry it to the temple sanctum).
So he would keep it there and tell the deity in pure Malayalam (normally all mantras are said in Samskrutham): I have taken all this trouble; eat, if you like.
And he would come out and smoke his beedi. He would make something or other for the sister to eat. Hcooked food well.
Both, brother and sister, were married on the same day.
He was always doing something or other for getting money, like selling paddy or trees etc.
Soon it was decided to divide property between brothers.
He accepted a rice fields and nearby plot with a mud house, a little away frm the main campus.
He was a good farmer and hard worker. It was a pleasure to meet the family. Sitting in the front veranda, facing the fields and the cool breeze, coming from the Bharathapuzha, we enjoyed simple refreshments of small plantains, or tender coconut water or banana chips in the season.
He got work in an ayurvedic pharmacy making drugs and was well settled.
When He wants to destroy a person, He makes him mad. This simple man started pilfering medicines and was caught. Soomehow he got pardon through the efforts of a lawyer, Parakunnath Narayanan Namboodiri, my mousi’s husband who was very influential and equally humanitarian.
When they became financially better, his son now working in a school (all youngsters in muthukurssi mana are teachers, they can run their own school), his wife decided to build a terrace house. This was opposed by the farmer husband.
One day Vasudevan came to see us at CS puram gramam. The brother and sister were very happy and went on talking incessantly as if they are still children. He stayed there for two days and went away happy.
Soon we were informed that he hanged himself in the old mud house, from where he never shifted to the terrace building.
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