UBELIEVABLE

UNBELIEVABLE

Yesterday was The anniversary of CNN High School, Cherpu. My grand daughter Vaikha and her class mates were to perform a folk dance. At about ten I reached there and all were waiting to see it but there was no sign of the Principal.

I went to the Civil Station at Ayyanthol and began selling books . I went up to the third floor. As usual the response was very positive. Children studying in English medium schools are unable to read Malayalam. This book being in English, is a boon to them. This may explain the universal appeal of the book. A gentleman wanted to buy five books and gave me hundred rupee note. When I gave him the books, he took two only, but refused to take back the balance. “Keep it “ he said smiling. This encouragement is unbelievable. As usual I sold all books and came home, pleased as Punch !

CHRIST COLLEGE, IRINJALAKUDA

CHRIST COLLEGE, IRINJALAKUDA

Yesterday I went to sell books in Christ College, Irinjalakuda. I WAS DENIED ENTRY BY THE WATCHMAN . He pulled me off and left me on the road:”Wait for the Principal to come; talk to him on phone and if he permits, you may go in.”
I have been going there since the last twelve years. This is the first time I have been prevented from going in. How can I wait in the road?
I got into a bus, and reached the bus stand. From there, I went to the National Higher Secondary School , nearby. In the staff room, all my books were sold !

OUR BODY AND ITS FUNCTIONING-6

CRANIUM

The front part of the skull above the eyes , has a strong plate of bone, because we fall down and are likely to break it. Three bones , joined together form the upper part. In a new born baby, these bones are still not fully merged and we can feel a softness there.

From ear to ear, is an opening, through which we can insert a rod, through the dead skull. The central  part is called the middle ear or coclea  . Here is the balancing mechanism. If  we continuously turn round and stop, we may lose balance and fall down. After drinking alcohol, this part may be affected. That is why  drunkard has to walk on four legs.

On either side of the middle ear, is a membrane which vibrate and we hear the sound  waves. If this ‘tympanam’ is broken we cannot hear. To protect the membrane, there is a wax which comes out slowly. This must be removed by cotton buds. It is not advisable to pour hot oil , when the ear aches. Hydrogen peroxide solution may be dropped.

THE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM

The brain is connected to each cell, by neurons, long nerve cells joined together, end ot end similar to the electric wires. Leprosy germs eat away these cells and the patients lose ability to feel the touch. This is how they lose the tips of fingers.  The neurons cover the whole body, like the blood veins.

The brain cells die in old age , some at a time,  resulting in memory loss, hand shaking etc. Brain is like the Central Secretariat. In case of damage, the ‘sympathetic nervous system’ will carry on the day to day functions of the brain, to maintain the organs.  The person will be in coma.

EAR

The head is located above the body, connected by the neck. The neck may be very short or very long. Similarly, there is considerable variation in the size of the head, features of the face and size and attractiveness of the eyes. But these are immaterial, when we study the working of the body as a whole.

The head is built on a strong frame of bone, called the cranium. It is not a single piece. Very young baby has a gap in the cranium, which gets filled, as the three bones constituting the skull, grow and fill the hole. The bone above our eyes is exceptionally strong, because , we all fall down often. Even if the face bleeds, nothing will normally break the bone. It is an example of His ability to see things in All organs of the body may get damaged, but one can survive, if the brain is intact. advance and design the cranium, to protect the brain, which is the most important member of the body as a whole !

GODS HAVE FOUR HANDS

GODS HAVE FOUR HANDS

I envy those Gods who have four hands.

For safe travel in buses, I need at least for hands. Hold on the steel road overhead to keep from falling, especially when sudden break is applied. Two hands are required for taking out the purse and counting the charge. In my case, I carry a bag of books, so one more hand for that.

They are lucky, who have car and a PA !

A BLOGGER LYNCHED

A BLOGGER  LYNCHED

I hate death, because it is negation of life. A newly married couple, travelling in a car hit and crushed, young lovers ending their life by hanging because of refusal of parents-these are more heart breaking because the whole life lay before them .

ow,  an atheist blogger was killed by the people of Bangladesh. This is even more dastardly. His name is Avijit Roy, founder of Mukto-mona (free thinking)blog site. Being free thinking blogger, I feel the sorrow more than anybody else. May his soul rest in peace.

N.V.RAMA WARRIAR

N.V.RAMA WARIAR

N. V. Rama Warriar has written his auto biography. I read it with interest, because he was the organizer of Balasamgham, at Chathakudam. Myself (ten years old) , my elder brother and K.K.Narayanettan were members of the Communist sponsored organization.There were other children also.  Comrade M.N. Nair was another leader. I remember that I became sad, when Raman left us, afterwards.

The book contains valuable information about the Njerukkavil Warrium where his elder brother, the famous N.V.Krishna Warriar was born; but I was disappointed because the biography is incomplete.

For that, you must read the foreword. This is only Part-1 of the biography.

FIRE BALL

FIRE BALL

A luminous fire ball was observed in the southern districts of Keralam, at about ten in the night yesterday (27^th February). It was bluish and moved slowly, across the sky with deafening sound. Mild earth quake was felt at Kochi, according to house wives. It was first noticed by firemen.

According to knowledgeable sources, it may be part of the debris of a rocket or satellite.

STRIKE AT GOVERNMENT COLLEGE, KUTTANELLUR

STRIKE  AT GOVERNMENT COLLEGE, KUTTANELLUR

I went to the Government College at Kutttanelllur, near Ollur, to sell my story books. I reached there by nine fifteen and began approaching students who were willing to buy it. The classes begin at nine thirty. Just then a group of male students began shouting slogans and canvassing the fellow students to come out of the classes. As the students came out, they closed the doors. This way, all the college was closed, except for  few classes, where the teachers asked them to stay in and took classes.

It was a boon to me, as all students were loitering in the veranda and I could sell all the books I had taken with me, within a matter of two hours. I got about four hundred rupees.

It is deplorable that such lightning agitations are taking place, especially as examinations are beginning in March. 

BHAVADASETTAN

BHAVADASETTAN

Veembur Kadalayil Bhavadasan was a born farmer. He did not go to college, probably due to financial crunch, as they had only the income from land. So he joined the Indian Army as a soldier . After police verification, he lost the job, as he had ‘undesirable political activities’ according to the police. Disappointed, he came back and took the spade and began working in his vast house plot, near the rice fields in the west.

We stayed near their home, when I was studying in Pudukad School. His father, a hunch-back, was very witty and jovial. The men folk lived in a small out house near the ‘nalukettu ‘ with good breeze from the west. Ettan used to ridicule his younger brother whose face was not good to look at. This created ill will in the heart of younger brother Krishnettan, who ued to say many things about Ettan.

Bhavadasettan married the eldest daughter of Vaidyan   Thaikattu moose   . They were twins. Radha is her name. The other girl was married to another Namboodiri family . Both died before their husbands. Radhedatthy had cancer of the uterus. She was an angel and expert in making ‘kadumanga’. It was her hobby. People used to book in advance for this delicacy.

Ettan worked with his spade from nine in the morning, till five in the evening. He changed the face of the plot and earned more money than his younger brothers, who were employed and got salary.

Thaikadu Moose, the present incumbent’s father had become very rich and he spent money in demolishing the old ‘nalukettu’ and building modern two storey building. Ettan has three daughters and two sons. The eldest was electrical engineer in a private company in Bombay, before he quit and began his own consultancy. His younger brother became epileptic and this caused a great deal of worry to Radhedathy.

Ettan used to finance my sister’s education in the  high school at Pudukad. He bought our plot, to raise money for my sister’s marriage.

Bhavadesettan passed away, following liver failure. He was in ICU in a Hospital at Kochi . I was away in Rajastan.

SILENT VALLEY DAM PROJECT MUST BE REVIVED

SILENT VALLEY

Long ago, there was a proposal to build a dam in what is called ‘Silent Valley’ in the Western Ghats in Malabar region. Compared to the southern districts , Malabar was suffering from acute shortage of power. There are few industries and this could be changed by building the dam.

The site selected was ideal. There are two steep rocky mountains, and the river is flowing between these. Like the Bhakra dam in Punjab, thi could be constructed to give a high water level and consequently, good quantity of power.

It was the time of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi, who became the victim of propaganda by the so called environmentalists , who objected the dam, saying that rare fauna and animals would become extinct, as a result of the dam. It was finally abandoned.

This project could be revived even now. Remember how Modi steadfastly maintained his object and built the Narmada Dam in Gujarath.

LAND BILL IS THE STUMBLING BLOCK FOR THE BJP

LAND BILL IS THE STUMBLING BLOCK FOR THE BJP

Anna Hazare and Kejriwal have come close, in public demonstration, to fight the Government’s Land Acquisition Bill.

Within the Parliament, all Opposition Parties are hand in love for thwarting the passage of the bill. Some of BJP’s allies like the Shiva Sena , shiromani Akali Dal and the NCP  are opposing the bill, which is termed as anti-farmer. A number of farmers are committing suicide. Taking away their land will break their back . BJP is trying to please the capitalists.

In the Rajya Sabha, BJP is in a minority.

Will the Government succeed or succumb?

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-loss

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-loss

My publisher had promised  to supply thousand copies of the book of short stories by Sunday the 24^th. He failed. Yesterday I went to his house and was told the books are ready. In the same auto, I went to his office and got only fifty copies. I went home with  it and paid rupees hundred as auto charges. During all the four days the fellow could not be contacted on phone, as he never responded.

STORY-OLD MAN

OLD MAN

I remember falling down on the road, but then it was all dark.  When I regained consciousness, I am lying on my bed. All family members are there.  A young girl, whom I do not remember, is sitting near my head.  “Are you alright, uncle?” she asked. “Who are you?” My daughter replied:”It was she who brought you here in her car. Luckily, you have no injuries. How many times I have told you, not to go alone.”

The girl said:”I am your neighbor, recently come there. Now you can call me, when you like to go out. I am free as my education is over. My name is Meena. We have settled here. My parents retired from the telephone department; we were in Bombay.”

I shook hands with her. She is fair but wears thick glasses. “Thank you, daughter. I am already obliged to you.” When she smiled, two rows of even teeth glistened; I liked her.

Our family is big, all five brothers living under the same roof. But , as all are employed, no one is there in the house, except my wife, who is not well. Diabetes and high BP have forced her to the bed. Meals are prepared by the only daughter living with me, as she is working in the near- by School.  After hearing about my fall, all my brothers had come.

Now Meenu began coming daily. She liked to borrow books from me. I had a large collection, Malayalam ,English and Samskrutham. Meenu said:”Uncle, teach me Samskrutham.” “Very difficult. But you can understand the books. I will show you how.  Refer dictionary ; I will give you one.” One day her parents came. They are not as old as I am . Both are not interested in books. “Meenu is full of praise for you,” the father said.

Meenu was curious to know about my life.” There is nothing to know. I hated my father who tortured me without reason.. My mother was very loving, but she left us after we five brothers were born. To escape from my father, I approached his brother, who was working as Bank Manage at Tirupathy. He took me with him and put me in a school. I was brilliant in studies. After MA in English literature, I took BA in Samskrutham. I got a job in the College itself. “

“Did not someone love you in the college?”

“Yes; it was my uncle’s daughter ; but being of the same family, we could not marry. It was this uncle, who arranged my marriage.”

“Poor woman, she is so ill. Did you not feel the urge for sex?”

“Yes. When I felt it, I approached my lady acquaintances.” I took away her thick glasses and looked into her lovely eyes. She touched my arm and pressed it gently. What does it mean? After a few minutes, she deliberately stated, without any emotion:”Sir, it is only a biological instinct. I do not mind it. In fact, I love your company. Marriage is troublesome. I lose my identity.”

During Onam holidays, all members of our family assembled and Meenu was very popular among them. She enjoyed the folk dance and singing. Afterwards, myself and her  parents went together to Tirupathy temple . Up to the railway station the journey was by train. Then she hired a taxi to go up the hills. Menu was very excited, when the car climbed up and up.  She clung to me, ignoring her parents. We stayed in a cottage for several days.

After return home, she distributed the famous Tirupathy ladoos to all.

Shortly, my wife  left this world. Meenu and I felt a relief .

I shifted to her house.

MOTHER TERESA AND THE RSS

MOTHER TERESA AND THE RSS

A seventeen year old girl was going to her School, where she was a teacher. On the way, she saw a crow, pecking at a human body, lying abandoned in the road. She noticed that the woman was still alive. She got down immediately and approached the hapless woman. She placed her umbrella to shade her body and brought water from a shop and gave the dying woman to drink.

It was in Calcutta. The Hospital had discharged the poor woman, who was about to die, so as to reduce  the death rate of the Hospital records. The name of the girl was Teresa, a  Christian from Chekoslavia. Deputed to India by missionaries . From that day, she decided that her mission was to serve the dying people, abandoned in the streets. She managed to make a small tent and established the Home For the Dying , the first such institution.

She herself washed the cloths of her patients, brought eatables, by begging from the shops and took care of the people. Many got cured and became nurses like Mother, who abandoned her foreign dress and wore sari like Indians. The donations she got from kind people enabled her to make the Home permanent. Today, she is no more, but the home is famous throughout the world. She became so popular in her time, that during ‘bandh’, her ambulance was allowed to pass.

There is no parallel to her life and she is a born Saint. I admire this ‘avathar’ of  Jesus, who sacrificed his own life at the Cross !

Now RSS chief has found out  that she was propagating Christianity. How dirty is his mind!

HUMAN BODY AND ITS FUNCTIONING

CRANIUM

The front part of the skull above the eyes , has a strong plate of bone, because we fall down and are likely to break it. Three bones , joined together form the upper part. In a new born baby, these bones are still not fully merged and we can feel a softness there.

From ear to ear, is an opening, through which we can insert a rod, through the dead skull. The central  part is called the middle ear or coclea  . Here is the balancing mechanism. If  we continuously turn round and stop, we may lose balance and fall down. After drinking alcohol, this part may be affected. That is why  drunkard has to walk on four legs.

On either side of the middle ear, is a membrane which vibrate and we hear the sound  waves. If this ‘tympanam’ is broken we cannot hear. To protect the membrane, there is a wax which comes out slowly. This must be removed by cotton buds. It is not advisable to pour hot oil , when the ear aches. Hydrogen peroxide solution may be dropped.

THE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM

The brain is connected to each cell, by neurons, long nerve cells joined together, end ot end similar to the electric wires. Leprosy germs eat away these cells and the patients lose ability to feel the touch. This is how they lose the tips of fingers.  The neurons cover the whole body, like the blood veins.

The brain cells die in old age , some at a time,  resulting in memory loss, hand shaking etc. Brain is like the Central Secretariat. In case of damage, the ‘sympathetic nervous system’ will carry on the day to day functions of the brain, to maintain the organs.  The person will be in coma.

EAR

The head is located above the body, connected by the neck. The neck may be very short or very long. Similarly, there is considerable variation in the size of the head, features of the face and size and attractiveness of the eyes. But these are immaterial, when we study the working of the body as a whole.

The head is built on a strong frame of bone, called the cranium. It is not a single piece. Very young baby has a gap in the cranium, which gets filled, as the three bones constituting the skull, grow and fill the hole. The bone above our eyes is exceptionally strong, because , we all fall down often. Even if the face bleeds, nothing will normally break the bone. It is an example of His ability to see things in All organs of the body may get damaged, but one can survive, if the brain is intact. advance and design the cranium, to protect the brain, which is the most important member of the body as a whole !

CIVIL STATION AT KODUNGALLUR

CIVIL  STATION AT  KODUNGALLUR

Whenever I publish a new book, I used to go there in the Taluk Office, to sell books. Yesterday I went there, carrying more than enough copies of my book of English short stories. The journey by ‘limited stops’ bus took one hour and I reached before ten. I had to walk only a few minutes, cutting across the temple ground .

I was overwhelmed by the response, selling all books. I have given my address and asked them to tell their opinion about my stories.

Afterwards, I had tea and snacks and returned by twelve noon.

When I returned, I was tired but did not engage auto. My son had called an auto to come to our house. As soon as I got down from the bus, the auto stopped, seeing me and I got into it. 

CPM AND VS ACHUTHANANDAN

CPM AND VS ACHUTHANANDAN

When T.P.Chandrasekharan was killed, V.S.Achuthandan went to console his widow, Rema.  TP was a Communist and there is nothing wrong in paying a condolence visit to the widow. He demanded a CBI probe into the murder.  From that point, he became a rebel. Now, he has been eliminated from the State Party Secretariat. This is purely an internal matter and the common people are not interested.

But the Malayalam TV channels are continuously barking on this issue, for the last  several days, discussing this issue.  It is sickening.

VS is popular and a crowd puller, the oldest leader, with a reputation for honest. His expulsion will have consequences on the coming elections. Even the Party may split. If so, the Stalinist approach of Pinarayi Vijayan, in eliminating rivals in the Party, will be responsible.

STORY-TRUE LOVE

Story

I had completed MSc , M.Ed, but my grading was so low that I could not impress them in the interview. My father is a retired Army Officer and we have ancestral property too, yet the fact that I had to approach mother (I  was afraid of my father), even for pocket money, pinched me. At his point,  a friend of my father approached him with a marriage proposal. I was only twenty five. The proposal included my appointment in a private school and this fact comforted me. As usual, we went and saw the girl and things proceeded smoothly. The girl is very small, hardly five feet, but not bad to look at. The formalities completed, the marriage took place and I enjoyed the new life. We spent more time in the wife house . My mother-in-law loved me more and she pampered us. When my job was fixed, we shifted to the rented house near the school.

Teaching is no joke. I had to study hard and make notes. My subject is botany and I began to take real interest now. My new life went on smoothly. I am tall and fair. Girls loved me and one senior student secretly gave me a love letter. While studying for training I was close to a class mate and I really loved her. I wonder where she is ! But now I am married and responsible. I persuaded her lovingly, to concentrate on her studies.

I was not happy with the low salary.  I tried through the net and got an offer in the Gulf. I was going to be a father; inevitably my wife protested. I assured her that, after delivery, I shall take her with me. So she reluctantly agreed.

Life in Oman is exciting. There are a number of Keralites. It was a pleasant surprise to see my student who gave me the love letter, in the market. She came to me running and held my hand:”Sir, how are you here?” “I am working as a teacher. What about you?”

She looked at me lovingly:”First, tell me whether you love me.” We went to a restaurant . Over a cup of coffee, I looked at her. She has become slightly fat. Did I love her? I could not decide. I asked:”Are you married?”

“Yes, but my love for you is constant. Even in our first night, I was thinking of you only. “ She came and kissed me . I liked her company. I said:”Can anyone refuse you. “  “Come to me when you are free.” She (her name is Omana) gave me her mobile number.

The first time I went there, her husband was not there.”He has gone on official tour. We are free.” She had no patience. She led me to her bed room.

 My wife wrote me that she is expecting the baby soon. She was pregnant, when I left her , but I was not confirmed. When I told the news to Omana, she was excited:”Oh, I want to come with you when you go home. I shall tell my husband. I have not gone to Keralam, after our marriage. Go not go to you house. You stay here only.”

We planned to go as soon as we got plane tickets. It was vacation in the school.

Directly we went to my wife house. I introduced Omana to my wife and afterwards we went to my house. Mother was very pleased to see me. Then we roamed about, like married couple , before we went to her home. It was then that we were informed of the delivery; it was a boy. When we reached there, it was like a festival. My parents too, had assembled there. Omana went mad with joy, to see my baby.

She remained  there only, to be near the baby. When we were left alone, she whispered:”You must live with me, when we go back. I want to have your baby. Till then, I want to have this boy before my eyes. He is your blood.”  But her plan flopped, because, mother-in-law objected:” It is not advisable to send them to the hot Dubai. When the time comes for the child, to go to school, they can go. The boy can study there.”

Omana whispered:“It means I can have you exclusively,  for myself. You must give me a child as soon as possible.” I felt that there is nothing as sweet as true love.

HUMAN BODY AND ITS FUNCTIONING-4

LUNGS

Above the diaphragm , dividing the body is this most important organ for breathing in oxygen and letting out carbon dioxide. It consist of alveoli, resembling grapes . There are two lung s , one on each side. If attacked by germs, the affected part can be removed by surgery. Even if one lung is cut off, man can survive.

Heart is located between the two lungs. It has its own thick, muscular wall , strong enough to withstand the high pressure inside, when the heart contracts, to pump the blood out, through the arteries. Geraff  has the strongest heart, because, its neck is very long. While grazing, it may suddenly lift its head a few metres high , to observe the surroundings .The sudden change in pressure is enormous.

SKIN

Skin is not a part of the body, still, it has important functions to perform. The main duty is protection. Like the bark of a tree, its outer layer is made o dead cells, which form a good coat. The hair, the nails etc. are its parts Inside layers called ‘endodermis’, are live and produce vitamin D in the presence of sunlight. It produces oil and sweat by different tissues. Sweating is the way to cool the body, which becomes hot during work. Elephants do not sweat. They like to remain in water, to keep the body cool. A rare disease is found in which human body does not sweat. They use the showers to keep cool.

The horns of animals are also part of the skin. The long hair protects the head from rain and sun. Sardarjee never cuts the hair ! It is coiled into a bun over the head.

Different colours of people are a mystery. The people of Africa are black, those of Europe are orange white, and those of China are yellow. Their DNAs must be different. Why do we all like to be white?

ELECTRONIC GADGET

Our body produces electricity. Starch is converted into heat in the cells. How heat is turned into electricity is not clearly understood. Just as body heat fluctuates around 98 degree F.  so also, our voltage may be fluctuating continuosly  .  Research is called for, in this field.

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SANDHYA VANDANAM

SANDHYA VANDANAM

Imagine India, a few thousand years ago. Even kerosene oil lamps or candles were available.  With the sunset, the world becomes dark, the beginning being sandhya or the joint between day and night. All house holds light a brass or earthen lamp, with oil obtained from coconut or sesame seeds. Even in my childhood, there was no electricity. It was during sandhay, that grandmother taught us the names of Malayalam days, weeks, months, stars like aswathy, bharany, karthika etc. and the thithis like prathipadam, dwithetteya, thrutheeya etc.

Before that, we were asked to recite namassivaya several times. Then she would tell stories of Ramayana and Mahabharatha.

Thus began our learning, without going o any school. There were Karayogam Pathashalas where children were taught Malayalam and arithmetic.

DIARY (22-2-2015)

DIARY (22-2-2015)

When I went to Perumpilissery, the press was closed. At the next door is a tailor shop. All my pants became tight, owing to fat deposits around the waist. The tailor said he could open it and re-stitch. So, one worry is over.

Next , I went to a house at Palakkal, where I knew a lady. She was glad to see me and invited me to come and have snacks and tea.

I gave her the short story book costing Rs. 20.

I gave her my Malayalam autobiography ‘Agnisakshy’for reading and return, as there is only one copy left.

Her daughter looked and found my blog in her mobile. Inevitably, the conversation turned to the blog. When I was about to leave, she gave me a hundred rupee note, saying this her contribution to the good work I am doing !

NADAPURAM

NADAPURAM

Nadapuram was the topic in the TV channels.

It is said that naked Hindu Muslim conflits are encouraged by political parties. Costly jewellery is stolen in day light, a group of people attacking houses belonging to rival religions. Communists and Muslim League are taking part. It is reporte3d that similar situation prevails in Kasrgod too. The media keep mum.

OUR BODY AND ITS FUNCTIONING-3

FACTORY

Our body is a mobile chemical factory. The body proper, is supported on legs. The hands are the cranes for loading raw material into the mouth, where the crushers (teeth) work, to make it in acceptable form. Solid waste is thrown out, through the anus and liquid waste through the penis. The nose is the chimney, for expelling carbon dioxide. Thus the comparison with the factory is perfect.

The body is divided into two airtight compartments separated by a diaphragm. The upper section houses the lungs, the liver and the stomach; the lower half encloses the intestines and the kidneys, plus the sex organs. Because we stand up and work for most of the day time, pressure on the lower wall is continuous, causing hernia ,; so it is desirable to lie flat, whenever possible.

MOUTH

Mouth is the cavity where food is chewed . We must continue chewing for sufficient time, especially meat, to help proper digestion. The habit of swallowing and finishing the meal quickly, must be avoided. All members of the family must sit together and eat slowly, talking family matters. Food must be respected.

The food enters the stomach, through the pipe called esophagus. Sometimes it gets choked and that is dangerous. In the stomach, food is purified by mild hydrochloric acid, which kills  germs

MOUTH

Saliva is produced in the mouth. It is slightly alkaline and digests starch to some extent. The main purpose of saliva is to moisten the food, to enable us to swallow it. Teeth must be cleaned after every meal. The best cleansing agent is burnt rice husk. It has small crystals, which will not allow plaque formation. Village people in the North India use neem branches which kill germs. As soon as we eat sweet things, bacteria grow in the mouth. Hence the necessity for washing the mouth and cleaning teeth after meals.

Liver

Liver is very important. It produces bile, for digesting fats and oils. It also produces blood corpuscles. Dead blood corpuscles are broken up and reused. It is the only organ that can grow, if a part of it is cut off. Though very sturdy, continued use of alcohol can damage it .

INTESTINES

Actual digestion takes place in the small intestine. Pncrease, attached to the intestine, secrets enzymes capable of breaking up proteins into amino acids, which are soluble. Starch is converted into glucose. Islets of Langerhans (beta cells), generate INSULIN, necessary for utilizing glucose by the cells and storing it .

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Undigested roughage is sent to the large intestine. When it enters the rectum, we feel the urge for stools. Delay in clearance of stools, may cause piles.

Appendix

At a corner of the large intestine ,is a small, thin projection called the ‘appendix, apparently without any purpose. Sometimes, small stones get lodged here causing intense pain. Surgery is the only solution. The condition is called ‘appendicitis.’

DIARY (18-2-2015)

DIARY (18-2-2015)

Myself and wife were alone, during the week and felt ‘homesick’, in our own house, because the kids had gone with their mother, to ‘ammathu’(mother house) Four walls do not make a home. So were happy to attend brother-in-law’s ‘sathabdi’, as eighty fourth birthday is called. After wishing him many more years of good life, and finishing breakfast, I went to the Degree College at Ottappalam, carrying my new book of ten English short stories. The volume of the booklet was kept small, so that I can sell it for just Rs. Twenty.

I could easily find buyers. I was glad that girl students came forward to buy books , in addition to teachers.

By twelve, I came to the Shornur bus stand sat in the bus for Mundaya. The driver said that it will leave only after twenty minutes. I waited patiently.  The bus stopped every five minutes, as if tired. Then it moved. As it was about to reach Muthurssi Mana, the engine failed finally. I walked the rest of the distance. My wife was angry for being away, for such a long time. After my meal, we came home comfortably in Mini’s husband’s air conditioned car. I was sitting beside Jayan, in the front seat and talked about many things.  A constant refrain was his obsession with Christianization of  South Tamilnadu.  Central Travencore is dominated by them. He says they  have made inroads into the Tamil region also, adjacent to Keralam. I did not argue.

He said that Modi has made big underground tanks and is storing crude oil . If so, it is a good idea.

In the night  at eight, Sreeja and the kids arrived and my heart is full of joy !

THE HUMAN BODY AND ITS WORKING-2

PLATELETS

In addition to the RBS, the blood contains platelets. These are like rafts in a river; their function is to block the flow of blood, say, after an accident. In some children, there are no platelets; they are likely to die. Too many platelets can block the flow of blood. If blockage happens I the vessels supplying blood to the muscles of the heart, an attack takes place. If blockage is in the brain, paralysis is the result. In such cases, a by-pass surgery is necessary, in the same way as a by-pass road is made.

According to some doctors, too much insulin in the blood can cause too many platelets in the blood.

SERUM

The liquid in the blood is called serum. There are parallel vessels in the body, carrying the serum. This is called the lymphatic system. It contains White Blood Corpuscles, which is the army fighting the germs causing infections. Both RBC and WBC are produced in the liver and the bone marrow. Bone is not dead thing. It is hollow and filled with cells specialized in making blood corpuscles. In old age, these cells decay and the body suffers. BREAKAGE OF BONES AND LESS BLOOD CORPUSCLES RESULT. Old people also, like children, need extra milk and eggs.

Cells

Initially, there is a single cell . It goes on multiplying and millions of cells are formed, all alike. These are called stem cells . It may be used for making organs and even a duplicate sheep called ‘clone’. Many thinkers believe it unethical to  encroach in God’s domain.

After a month or so, we find three different types of cells. One section becomes bone tissue, another on yields muscles and the third section develops into the brain.

These will be discussed in the next issues.

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QUALITY OF VOICE

QUALITY OF VOICE

We all sing, at least, in the bath room.

But, what makes a singer, is the quality of voice. Technically, it is called the ‘timber’ of voice. By birth, negroes are the best singers. It was the practice, to castrate the good singers, to retain the same sound, as produced by children.

The larynx is the sound box. Its  damage renders the person voiceless. The nose also plays its part. Broken nose is damaging, though some sound is produced. Of course, the tongue is most important. Tongue was cut off to make a man speechless.

Now, such cruel practices are banned.

THE HUMAN BODY AND ITS WORKING-1

Cells

Our body is like a town, like Trichur. As the town is made up of individual families, so is the body with  its independent cells. Roads connect the flats. Here the roads do this. Instead of trucks, Red Blood Corpuscles carry food in the form of glucose and oxygen cylinders. The difference is that it is one way traffic. Arteries go from the heart to the cells and veins come back, with Carbon Dioxide. The smallest roads in the streets are called capillaries.

Each cell has birth, life and death. Maximum death is taking place in the skins, the outer layer of which sheds dead cells in millions, daily. Rub the body with  the hands and the dead cells fall off. AAs a family can survive for days, without food supply, so can the cells live, even when the body breaths its last. It may take, up to one month, for all cells to die.

Cells are specialized in their work, like carpenters, goldsmith etc. Each group is called a ‘tissue’; hence the term ‘tissue culture’.

When the family splits, it makes extra house. When the cell splits, it is broken into two, with the cell wall made in the centre. Each will have its own ‘nucleus’, which is actually the governing body. Each chromosome is a ‘department’.

As there are slums I the cities, so are the millions of bacteria, permanently living in our intestines. Parasites like worms fungi tec. too live in the intestines, causing diseases. Another group called ’virus’ can be deadly, like the Ebola. Common cold, though not dangerous, cause maximum loss of working ours. This virus changes every now and the and evade inoculation.

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STORY-CINEMA

LOVE

We used to go to office, by the suburban train in Bombay. We will go in the same coach, by the same train and play cards, to while away the time. At the starting station, there will be no crowd, being far away from Church Gate. As the coach becomes overcrowded, people come and stand by us, often touching our body.

One day, I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of feminine make up and looked up. It was a lady, with a baby in her arms. I took the child in my lap and continued playing. When my friends got down at Dadar, the lady sat by my side, saying:”Thanks, brother.” I continued to fondle the child, and asked:”Who are you? What are you doing?”

“I am working in the Telephone Department. I go to Church Gate. Are you a Bengali?” Oh, no. I am a Keralite, living near Aluva. Why do you think I am Bengali?” “I too, am Malayalee. You are very fair and looks like a North India.”, she continued in our mother tongue. “What is your husband doing?” “He did in an accident. He was an Engineer in the department; that is how I got this job.” “Sorry to hear that.”

At Church Gate, we got down and had tea. We talked and some sort of friendship developed. She promised to come in the same coach every day. She put the child in day care centre while she worked.

One Sunday, she suggested going to her flat and I went there . It was near Bandra. The flat had two bed rooms. “Where are you staying?,” she asked. “Very far away.” “Then come and stay with me; it will be good company.” So it was settled. I was only twenty five and living in  room, with six other men, alone or with wife in Keralam. So this was a great relief. Though the lady was around thirty five, she looked very young. Her colour is dark, but here eyes very lovely and magnetic. At heart I felt drawn to her, but did not dare to mention it.

I used to act in an mature drama company in that area and she used to come to see it often. There we became acquainted with a Director in a cinema outfit. He wanted to make a film, without professional actors . He was impressed by me. “This is Geethu, we live together.” I introduced the lady.  He immediately took her audio clip and was very much pleased. “The human voice has a sexual attraction. By makeup, we can improve the look. But nothing can improve the voice; it is God’s gift. Geethu and you, both have good voice. I try to make the film cheap. Mostly, it will be out door shooting. A good camera is the main equipment. We will concentrate on slum life. This child will also get a role.To give best performance, you two, must actually love each other. I can see you are lovers. Give free run, to your emotional life. “

It took about three months to complete the shooting. VIPs and film people were invited to the pre-view, in a theatre. At the end, there was thunderous applause. Geethu and I were given ovation, when we came to the stage.

After that, we received offers from many producers. At home, I told Geethu:“ We are accepted as lovers,  by the media. Why not actually enjoy sex?” She thought for some time:”I have Mars in my horoscope. That is why I lost my husband, according to the astrologer. I do not want to lose you.” “It is nonsense. Let us enjoy life. The formality of marriage can be avoided. Then, Mars will be helpless !” She smiled.

KERALAM 16-MY KRISHNETTAN

MY  KRISHNETTAN

We are cousin brothers. Krishnan of Veembur Kadalayil Mana, at Pazhai near Pudukad, studied in St. Antony’s School Pudukad and then graduated and took his B.Ed in Malayalam. He joined CMS School, Trichur and did not marry.  For a long time he stayed at Pattathu Mana, in an outhouse, where he kept his stove etc. for a long time, though he shifted to the Bangalow at Kottikal house.

When we were at Pazhai, we became very close. Communist ideology bound us together. We worked together for Panchayath election in 1955, if I remember correctly. We won, defeating Janardanan , a tile factory owner.

It was Krihnettan who introduced me to the library in the Ashram at Ambalakdavu, the land for it was donated by Veembur Mana. There were English books, with illustrations.  This was how, I fell in love with that language, which comes naturally when I write, much easier than   Mathrubhasha.

I remember operating a ‘kotatheku’ at the Veembur tharavadu. A conical bamboo frame is filled with mud and suspended from a bamboo pole, from a fulcrum. The other end is manipulated by Ettan or me, to draw water from the well, by means of a wooden bucket. I used to get tired easily. Ettan would laugh. We used to dig pits there for planting ‘chena’.

For some time, Ettan worked as cashier in a restaurant in Ootty. One Thirumulpadu , a friend of the Veembur family, arranged this. When he returned, Ettan became red as tomato. I felt envious.

When I was at Manavazhi, Krishnettan used to come there. One day we started walking , reaching Arattupuzha, Thottipal, Rappal etc. and then Paszai. We never felt tired.

Ettan became paralytic and ws bed ridden for a long time. It was Appu, Ettan’s brother’s son, who looked after him. He engaged a cook and maid servant, to look after him. He suffered stoically, without grumbling. He died in his sleep. I went to see him. I went round the dead body, but did not prostrate, as is customary. I said in my mind:” Comrade, Lal Salam”

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-umbrella

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-umbrella

I was trying to get into the bus. As it was the rainy season, I had an umbrella in one hand and  a bag in my other hand. As got in, my umbrella was dropped. I got down at the next stop and ran backward, but there was no trace of the umbrella. 

OBAMA SEEKS DRACONIAN POWERS

OBAMA SEEKS  DRACONIAN POWERS

The fight against IS terrorists, is proving ineffective. Therefore, President Obama is introducing a resolution in the Congress, to empower himself, with full powers to declare a war, including deployment of army, marines and war planes. There is bound to be opposition from Congressmen(American MPs) and protracted debate is expected. But the world cannot stand by, when IS is becoming increasingly militant.

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

STORY-SECRET

SECRET

When father died, we became bankrupt. Our son was only one year old.

Mother became ill due to old age. My only option was to sell off the ancestral home. Father was lavish in show off and spent money, without thinking of the consequences. We shifted to a small hut, in the vicinity of the Town and became desperate for any job, to fill the belly. I appreciate that my faithful wife stood by me, though she could have gone back to her father. :”How can I leave you? Don’t you love me? How can you think of such things? You know many people who used to sponge on your father. They will help you.”

I was reluctant to approach them, but finally, I went to a Namboori. These Brahmins are sincere. He fixed me in a press. I liked the work, though it was back breaking. I became friendly with many publishers and they all promised to help me to construct a home. One friend suggested:” There are palatial houses built by NRIs. They will be happy to keep your family as care takers. You need not have to pay rent, on the other hand, they will give you handsome salary. Give me time.”

About three months passed, nothing happened . Then a Naidu (he is settled in Keralam) came  to see me. We talked for some time. I told him about our past. He heard patiently:”There are good times and bad times. I am impressed by your patience; especially your wife’s attachment to you. I have a house, a bit away from here. If you like, you may shift today itself. I will be here for another month and then go abroad, for business purposes.” My wife had come with tea and heard his suggestion. She indicated her consent by her lovely eyes. We shifted the same day.

My press is not near; so I used to come on Sundays only. Other days, I lived in a lodge.

One day a lady came to the press :”I have seen you when you were young boy. I was only a child. We used to come to see your father. You have not changed much. That time I loved you at my heart.” There was a twinkle her eyes and she winked truculently.

“I am married and have a son.”  She:”I know.” Thereafter, she began to come often to my lodge and spent the nights there. “I too, am married. You know, a woman can never forget her maiden love. She may never tell about it. It is a precious secret. Have you ever asked your wife? Do not do so. Let her adore her lover I secret.”

“You have not told me about your husband.” “I do not love him , let him go to hell. If you are ready, I will divorce and marry you.”

When I went home, my wife said:”Naidu is ready to give money for booking a flat in a housing colony. Shall I agree? He is leaving tomorrow.”

“How did this happen?”

“I cannot deceive you. He forced himself on me. After that, he used me daily.”

AAP GOVERNMENT

AAP GOVERNMENT

AAP Government has been sworn in, on Valentine Day! This is a good omen. Love should guide the Government.

Kejriwal is suffering from high fever . He is diabetic, suffers from high BP. He is a widow. Today only I came to know of these things. I pray for his health and success in removing poverty and hunger.

TRAGEDY OF ERRORS

TRAGEDY OF ERRORS

I had to go to our Doctor in Ayyanthol, Trichur, to get prescription for medicines for diabetes.  It is a routine visit. When I reached there, I found that, my wife had kept her file, instead of my file, in the bag. How can I show it to the Doctor? To further complicate the matter, Sharmila was absent. Her father MNoidin was there, who was not familiar with my cqaase. So, wityh his permission, I first purchased the medicines. The shop owner knew me and referred old bills and did it. With the names of the medicines and the bill I came back, when I found that Moidin has gone somewhere.

To while away the time, I went to the Collectorate, to sell my new booklet of ten short stories in English. I was told that the office is closed because of second Saturday!  So I retraced my steps to the clinic. I showed the papers to Moidin and got them signed. Good.

Next, I came to the Municipal stand. There was some time for my bus to come. I went to the market. Seeing fried banana chips, I wanted to buy it. Though I waited for several minutes, the man could not give it, because many were already waiting there.

Then I went to ATM booth. I got the slip showing “ Unable to give money, shortage in the booth”

Then I waited for the bus; it did not come, so I took the bus for Poochunnipadam. By auto, I came to the SBI branch. Though it was about to be one, office was closed. Here the ATM booth is inside the office.

This is called “A Bad Day”

GHEE IS MORE NUTRITIOUS THAN BUTTER.

GHEE IS MORE NUTRITIOUS THAN BUTTER.

Indian ghee is obtained by melting butter.  In this process, it may lose vitamins, but experience has proved that it has even medicinal properties, a fact not understood by Doctors.

In Ayurveda, there is snehapanam, in which, the patient is fed ghee (sneha) daily, increasing the doze gradually, till even his sweat emits its (ghee) fragrance. This cleanses the body. In the Namboodiri meal, ghee is a must, before serving other dishes, after rice. The older the ghee, the better. It is observed that very old ghee is avoided by ants !

A lot of ghee is wasted by burning of ghee in temple lamps. At Vatakunnathan temple in Trichur town, the Shavalingam is immersed in ghee every day. Yet ants do not come near it.

Medicated ghee induces sleep. It is called ksheerabala. MASSAGE THE SCALP WITH A FEW DROPS AND THE MAN GOES TO SLEEP IN A FEW MINUTES. No need for sleeping pills.

A proper study is called for.

STORY-TRUCK

TRUCK

I was a truck driver. It belongs to my uncle, who used to drive it It was he who taught me driving. I liked to be a driver and so did not go to school. I used to go with him in the truck as helper, along with other  helpers and learned driving.  When I was twelve, I began driving, my uncle by my side, ready to intervene, but I gave no occasion. He was fully satisfied and gave me full charge, when he got married. I had the license with my age falsified.  I felt proud and gave my salary to mother, as my father is a drunkard. We had all India permit . I thoroughly enjoyed my work an was stout and sturdy, by the time I turned eighteen. When we stopped to rest in small hotels, my friends (helpers) slept with prostitutes; I too enjoyed sex with them . We used to carry things necessary for cooking food , so in remote places, we did not starve.

One day, a young boy approached me . He had run away from home and wanted work. He was very handsome and I felt a fancy for him. So I took him with us. Occasionally I used to enjoy him. .

Now I am twenty five. A European lady stopped my truck and asked for a lift. I could not understand English, but somehow knew what she wanted. So I told others to go in the back and allowed her to sit by my side. At our next stop in a hotel, I asked a gentleman to talk to her. The lady is a journalist and wanted to tour India, with less expenses. When she gets royalty from her publisher, she will compensate me. I agreed, as I thought she is honest. She was around forty. Now we were like a big family. I stopped going to loose women and behaved like a gentleman. She used to teach me how to talk English. Often we may leave the truck near a hotel, known to me , and visit a tourist spot or temple or church. On the whole, the association with the lady proved fruitful. Involuntarily we began to love each other.

This time when we reached home, I left the truck to the boy, who is no more a boy, and stayed with my mother. She was very happy. The lady impressed her. She went on writing and composed a book titled ‘The Impressions of Hitch Hiker’. I got it typed in English. The book is dedicated to “Konnampilly Narayana Menon”, that is myself. When she left, we both were tearful. Even the boy became sad.

“Now, that boy is managing the truck business. Why don’t  you marry and settle?” “I am ready Ma. Is there any girl in your mind?”

“You know her. My niece Subhadra. She liked the book about you and liked it. She was afraid that you loved that lady. I am sure she likes you.”

“She is educated.” “So what? Now you speak English.” So that was settled.

In due course, the Lady sent me a cheque for one lakh and promised to send more, as the book was being printed again and again. She used to write to me. My reply used to be  written by my loving wife.

KUMBH

KUMBH

Today is the first day of Kumbh month. This month is associated with Kumbh mela in north India. There is no corresponding festival in the South.

As usual, I went and prayed at Guruvayoor temple. The annual festival there,begins on the second of March. The prathishthadivas of Sastha tempmle at Chathakudam, falls on the same day. It is celebrated with elephants drum beating etc.

SWIM BABY SWIM

SWIM BABY SWIM

Even a baby can learn swimming, before it stands up, because no balancing is required in water. Something like life jacket is attached and the six month old baby is placed in a water tub, it will use its hands and feet to move about. This aspect is ignored by parents. Of course, the water must be slightly warm .

I know of a baby of about two years, which used to swim in the pond at home and reach the other end, without any floating device. When a wave comes and cover it, we may feel apprehensive. But the small  thing goes on, like an experienced swimmer. Its parents did not care to develop this skill. Swimming and running need no money to learn. If proper facilities are available at village level, we can have lakhs of swimmers in Keralam.

IRON AGE

IRON AGE

According to historians, iron age began in twelfth century BC,  in Mesopotamia and eighth century BC, in Europe.

In nature, iron exists as iron ore, which is an oxide of iron. Common rust is iron oxide. By heating the ore, pure iron can be obtained. In molten form, it is poured into pits where it is solidified as shapeless mass, called pig iron, because it looks like pigs. Iron is easily heated to become malleable, enabling various tools like the chisel to be made. People engaged in this trade are called ironsmith. Guns too, may be made of iron. By mixing iron with small proportion of carbon, steel is made. Steel is necessary for construction of girders etc. The iron age, thus never ends.

DEBT BURDEN

DEBT BURDEN

I think I have introduced this idea, through a story.

All people of the village, especially those belonging to the lower classes, can join a mutual fund. Each one must deposit ten rupees daily. A pass book may be opened for all, for this purpose. The amount may be collected by volunteers and the total amount deposited in a joint account of reliable people of the locality, selected for this purpose.

Whenever need arises for assistance, money may be withdrawn from  the bank. This way borrowing can be avoided. All will become self sufficient.

A POLITICAL VACUUM IN KERALAM

A POLITICAL VACUUM IN KERALAM

An article in Mathrubhoomi daily aptly describes the condition of BJP as lotus, with its stem broken. The results of the election in Delhi, has dealt a body blow, to the aspirations of the Party, to become a force in this land. It is like a torpedo making a dent in the bottom of the ship.

The way ahead is difficult, to say the least. All opposition Parties have sunk their differences and come together, to oppose BJP. Even Udhav Thackeray is happy about the discomfiture of the arrogant Amith Shaw. It is difficult for the ruling Party to get legislation passed by Parliament.

So far as the congress is concerned, it has been wiped off the slate of politics. Defeat stares it in Keralam, stung as I is, by scams. The Communists are in disarray. Will the AAP fill the vacuum?

STORY-BLACK GIRL

DARK

My father got a letter  in which, a girl’s father had enclosed her horoscope and like to know our response . When he found that our horoscopes matched, he directed me to see the girl. I went on my bike, along with my friend, as per the directions given in the letter and reached there by ten in the morning . They told me to see the girl first and took us to a room. A very dark coloured girl came and stood before us. I was very much disappointed, as all in our family are fair coloured. She too will have inferiority complex, if she becomes my wife.

When we came out, the girl’s father asked :”Do you have any job?”

“No. But I am MA, Med. I can get a job in any English medium, private  School. I have written examinations for Government job too.”

He was not impressed and we left, after taking tea and eatables. My friend asked;”Why are you so unhappy with the girl? Is it such a big thing to be fair?” I had no answer.

I was very friendly with a Christian girl , who became a nun Afterwards. She helped me to be a teacher, in primary section of her convent school . Thus we renewed our friendship . We used to open our hearts and I told her about my interview with the black girl. She was unhappy:”Did you think of her? She too might have dreamed of becoming your wife, as I had hoped once. You are so handsome. You should not have broken her heart.” I felt guilty.

I was going to a temple, which was midway between our home and the girl’s house. After prayers in the Vishnu Temple, I was resting under the peepal tree, when a gill in white ‘dhothy’ ad white blouse, with a long pig tail of hair, carrying a closed vessel in one hand passed by me. She was black. I wanted to know whether she was ‘my girl’. I could see only her back. I hurried past her when, hearing the sound of my footsteps, she turned. Seeing me she cried:”Oh! Bhanu, where are you going?”

“I came to this temple; it is my birth day. Where are you going?”

“I am going home. Why don’t you also come with me? Father will be happy . Are you still unemployed?”

I went back and brought my bike. I took her vessel and put it in the carrier. She sat in the back  and we proceeded, talking all the while. I told her about my work and the fact that I am still unmarried. She said she got a job in the town as sales girl.

When we reached her house, all were happy to see me. They insisted that I must have food there. I found that her name is Aparna.

The next day my people went to see her house. The date of our marriage was fixed. I told all this to my nun friend. She was happy.

Our married life failed to produce any children Aparna became sad. I consoled her:”See , one cannot have everything. Raja Dashrath craved for children. When he got children, it became the cause of his death.” She closed my mouth by her hand. I embraced her and kissed her.

The years flew like  a winged bird. My parents passed away. I became sixty, when He took away my beloved. I became lonely. “Is there any job for me in you Church?,” I asked the nun. “For that you must become a Christian.” She said. “I am ready. At least, I will have your company.”

MANASAROVER- WHY IS IT NOT FROZEN?

MANASAROVER- WHY  IS IT NOT FROZEN?

It is the biggest lake, at the highest level, in the Himalayas, considered to be the most venerable pilgrimage for Hindus. The temperature in this region remains below the freezing point , but the lake remains comparatively warm and people take bath in the water. A scientific explanation is that the lake is fed by subterranean water channels, coming from the hot bowels of the rock system.

It is clear that the Hindus used to go there, even from the past several thousand years. It may be, that the level of the mountain was low, at that time. Himalayas are growing up even now.

AAP SWEEPS DELHI

AAP SWEEPS THE POLLS IN DELHI

AAP has swept the capital Delhi clean, with their record victory, claiming 67 out of 70 seats, leaving a consolation prize of 3 for BJP. The whole city is excited. Modi will   not sleep today.

The swearing in ceremony may be on Saturday; the leader Kerwal is having fever. I wish him all success.

THE NATIONAL GAMES SCANDAL

THE NATIONAL GAMES SCANDAL

We have not forgotten the Commonwealth Games scandal. Now, the scandal associated with the opening ceremony of the National Games scandal is equally shocking.  An official committee is enquiring into the Lalism episode. That is not all. Even the management of the events etc. is pitiable.

A number of ‘arrow pointers’, indicating the way to rooms, were procured from Calicut. When these were received, no one cared to distribute them. They remain locked in safe custody.

Special mats for practicing games were not distributed to the players. Money was given for renovating some stadium . Now even the concerned Minister says he is not aware of this. All these came in the TV channels; no one has denied it

VOLTAGE OF THE HUMAN BODY

VOLTAGE  OF THE HUMAN BODY

It is well known that the temperature of the body varies during the day. Variations are observed during the month also, as in the case of women, during ovulation.

Heat is produced by electricity in the body. So we may assume that the voltage of the body is also fluctuating. This must be true of other organisms also, like the insects and plants. However, there has not been any study in this field. I recommend that scientists may take up this study. The difference in the quantum of electricity generated, may explain behavior patterns. If so violent behavior may be directly caused by high voltage.

Idlers like me, may  have less voltage.

STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

On promotion as Principal, I was posted at the plus two school at Kumbla. I am qualified enough to be lecturer in a college, but accepted this post, as a temporary measure. The peon arranged a room for me on hire There was enough for a bed and for keeping minimum things for making tea etc. In the morning, I go out and have a heavy breakfast at the country hotel. I then proceed to the school, where I go through the newspapers. Then I decide about the brief speech I make in the Assembly. The midday meal is available in the school, as the students also get it. At four the bell rings; all rush out, but not the Principal. I have to see that the doors of rooms are securely locked. And then only, I may go out of the school.

Often I feel that he job of a teacher is better. I have to see that he salary bill is properly made and sent in time, to the treasury.

I worked there for some seven months. During this period, I came into contact with a young lady teacher , whom I liked. I was twenty seven only and too young to think of marriage. But this lady captured my heart. She often came into my room and often we talked.

“Praveena, which is your native town?” I asked. “It is far away in Kochi, Panampilly Nagar.” “Oh, then we are very near; I stay at Trichur. Because of promotion only I came here. I have my parents and a sister.”

“My mother is living with me here. Father is ill most of the time. My brother working in the Bank, looks after him. He is married.”

At her suggestion, I shifted to her house. Hr mother was very glad to have my company. “Ma, land is very cheap here. I am even thinking of buying some land . Selling one cent in our area, we can buy three here. Areca nuts grow here. Even cashew trees are useful, for nuts and as fuel.“

We three used to go for evening walk. Occasionally, e went to the temple, which is some distance away. The happy days came to an end, when I got the post of lecturer, in Kerala Varma College. “Sir, you must not forget us. I shall wait for your letter ,”She said.

But, forget I did. In the Mathematics Department there , a senior student  became crazy about me. She was fashionable and wealthy. Always comes in her car, along with her friends, both boys and girls. I do not know, how she spotted me. I tried to ignore her, but she was not the person to admit defeat. One day, she stopped the car and told me to get in:”Sir, wherever you may go, I will leave you there.” She opened th door and almost pulled me in. I lacked the will, to tell her to go to hell!

She took me to her home. “Sir, I have seen your profile in the face book. I simply love you. Come what may, I will not leave you.” We were alone. She kissed me in the mouth. No girl did it before; I returned her kiss. By this time, we reached her palatial villa. She introduced me to her father.

“Pa, meet my lover.”

I wrote a detailed letter about his girl, to Praveena”Dear, a girl is after me. She was studying in the US, staying with her uncle’s family. Now she has joined the college, to look after her lonely father. I have no reason to doubt her sincerity. Outwardly she looks strong, but she is soft like butter in her heart. I shall always remember you, my first love. Love to Ma” I showed the letter to Zarina. I had told her all my history and experience. 

STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

On promotion as Principal, I was posted at the plus two school at Kumbla. I am qualified enough to be lecturer in a college, but accepted this post, as a temporary measure. The peon arranged a room for me on hire There was enough for a bed and for keeping minimum things for making tea etc. In the morning, I go out and have a heavy breakfast at the country hotel. I then proceed to the school, where I go through the newspapers. Then I decide about the brief speech I make in the Assembly. The midday meal is available in the school, as the students also get it. At four the bell rings; all rush out, but not the Principal. I have to see that the doors of rooms are securely locked. And then only, I may go out of the school.

Often I feel that he job of a teacher is better. I have to see that he salary bill is properly made and sent in time, to the treasury.

I worked there for some seven months. During this period, I came into contact with a young lady teacher , whom I liked. I was twenty seven only and too young to think of marriage. But this lady captured my heart. She often came into my room and often we talked.

“Praveena, which is your native town?” I asked. “It is far away in Kochi, Panampilly Nagar.” “Oh, then we are very near; I stay at Trichur. Because of promotion only I came here. I have my parents and a sister.”

“My mother is living with me here. Father is ill most of the time. My brother working in the Bank, looks after him. He is married.”

At her suggestion, I shifted to her house. Hr mother was very glad to have my company. “Ma, land is very cheap here. I am even thinking of buying some land . Selling one cent in our area, we can buy three here. Areca nuts grow here. Even cashew trees are useful, for nuts and as fuel.“

We three used to go for evening walk. Occasionally, e went to the temple, which is some distance away. The happy days came to an end, when I got the post of lecturer, in Kerala Varma College. “Sir, you must not forget us. I shall wait for your letter ,”She said.

But, forget I did. In the Mathematics Department there , a senior student  became crazy about me. She was fashionable and wealthy. Always comes in her car, along with her friends, both boys and girls. I do not know, how she spotted me. I tried to ignore her, but she was not the person to admit defeat. One day, she stopped the car and told me to get in:”Sir, wherever you may go, I will leave you there.” She opened th door and almost pulled me in. I lacked the will, to tell her to go to hell!

She took me to her home. “Sir, I have seen your profile in the face book. I simply love you. Come what may, I will not leave you.” We were alone. She kissed me in the mouth. No girl did it before; I returned her kiss. By this time, we reached her palatial villa. She introduced me to her father.

“Pa, meet my lover.”

I wrote a detailed letter about his girl, to Praveena”Dear, a girl is after me. She was studying in the US, staying with her uncle’s family. Now she has joined the college, to look after her lonely father. I have no reason to doubt her sincerity. Outwardly she looks strong, but she is soft like butter in her heart. I shall always remember you, my first love. Love to Ma” I showed the letter to Zarina. I had told her all my history and experience. 

STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

On promotion as Principal, I was posted at the plus two school at Kumbla. I am qualified enough to be lecturer in a college, but accepted this post, as a temporary measure. The peon arranged a room for me on hire There was enough for a bed and for keeping minimum things for making tea etc. In the morning, I go out and have a heavy breakfast at the country hotel. I then proceed to the school, where I go through the newspapers. Then I decide about the brief speech I make in the Assembly. The midday meal is available in the school, as the students also get it. At four the bell rings; all rush out, but not the Principal. I have to see that the doors of rooms are securely locked. And then only, I may go out of the school.

Often I feel that he job of a teacher is better. I have to see that he salary bill is properly made and sent in time, to the treasury.

I worked there for some seven months. During this period, I came into contact with a young lady teacher , whom I liked. I was twenty seven only and too young to think of marriage. But this lady captured my heart. She often came into my room and often we talked.

“Praveena, which is your native town?” I asked. “It is far away in Kochi, Panampilly Nagar.” “Oh, then we are very near; I stay at Trichur. Because of promotion only I came here. I have my parents and a sister.”

“My mother is living with me here. Father is ill most of the time. My brother working in the Bank, looks after him. He is married.”

At her suggestion, I shifted to her house. Hr mother was very glad to have my company. “Ma, land is very cheap here. I am even thinking of buying some land . Selling one cent in our area, we can buy three here. Areca nuts grow here. Even cashew trees are useful, for nuts and as fuel.“

We three used to go for evening walk. Occasionally, e went to the temple, which is some distance away. The happy days came to an end, when I got the post of lecturer, in Kerala Varma College. “Sir, you must not forget us. I shall wait for your letter ,”She said.

But, forget I did. In the Mathematics Department there , a senior student  became crazy about me. She was fashionable and wealthy. Always comes in her car, along with her friends, both boys and girls. I do not know, how she spotted me. I tried to ignore her, but she was not the person to admit defeat. One day, she stopped the car and told me to get in:”Sir, wherever you may go, I will leave you there.” She opened th door and almost pulled me in. I lacked the will, to tell her to go to hell!

She took me to her home. “Sir, I have seen your profile in the face book. I simply love you. Come what may, I will not leave you.” We were alone. She kissed me in the mouth. No girl did it before; I returned her kiss. By this time, we reached her palatial villa. She introduced me to her father.

“Pa, meet my lover.”

I wrote a detailed letter about his girl, to Praveena”Dear, a girl is after me. She was studying in the US, staying with her uncle’s family. Now she has joined the college, to look after her lonely father. I have no reason to doubt her sincerity. Outwardly she looks strong, but she is soft like butter in her heart. I shall always remember you, my first love. Love to Ma” I showed the letter to Zarina. I had told her all my history and experience.