ULUVA

Family: Fabaceae (Pea family) Genus: Trigonella Botanical name: Trigonella foenum-graecum PLANT NAME IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES Sanskrit: Bahuparni, Bahupatrika, Chandrika, dipani, Gandhabija, Gandhaphala Hindi: Methi English: Fenugreek, Greek-clover, Greek hay Malayalam: Uluva, uluwa This is excellent for mothers for increasing milk . We use the seeds , in making vegetable dishes, as spice; it is slightly bitter . It is a good laxative too .In the North , its leaves are cooked as vegetable . ‘Methi ka paurantha’ is tasty

I MISS MY KERALAM

I MISS MY KERALAM Now I am in Delhi for the last two months ; I miss the green rice fields , the rows of coconut trees , the rivers and the Western Ghats , guarding the land and causing torrential rains. I miss the people I used to meet , while selling books. The daily bus journey , often very crowded , the waiting for the bus for Chathakudam, at Trichur and the hot tea and vada at Radhakrishna coffee house . Above all , I miss the ‘deeparadhana’ (arti) in the evening at Sastha temple at Chathakudam ! From six to seven in the evening , I spend in the temple . The journey to Guruvayoor temple each month, on the first of the Malayalam month, is another memorable journey. It costs only Rs.20 bus fare , from Trichur to Guruvayoor. The crowd in the temple is horrible , but I patiently stand in the que. Even if I get preference as senior citizen, the people press me hard , as we near the sanctum. Even if only for a few seconds, ‘darhan’ fills my soul with nectar !

AFRICA

An African Head of State,now in Delhi, has 30 wives and an equal number of maids. It is still a dark continent!

SUPER RICH

THE SUPER RICH They live in a different world . We mortals cannot even see them. They have their own aircraft ;how can they wait for booking a flight? They own yachts to spend their days in the seas, to avoid inclement weather. Do they have quarrels at home , divorces, frustrations , suicides etc.? They control the markets and have their own research centres. The nether world This is the very opposite of the super rich. Arm dealers, smugglers, pimps, traffickers in women, terrorists , IS warriors, dealers in narcotics –the list is long. They own wealth comparable to the super rich, but no luxury for these people ; rarely do they have a natural death. They enjoy the days in drinks and women , I suppose. They are never seen by us. Our world Between these two , lies our world where the majority eke a living, worrying about daughters’ marriage, loans , unemployment etc. Most stories and films depict our life and so it is familiar to us.

VALMEEKI

Today is Valmeeki Jayanthy, the birth day of valmeeki According to legend, Valmeeki was a dacoit, who lived by looting way farers. One day a few Sages saw him and advised him to lead a life of piety. He sat there and chanted ‘RAM RAM’, until his body was covered with dust hill. He woke up from meditation and wrote the famous Ramayan. Every character in the epic, experienced a tragic end. The first was Dasarath who died of the shock of his son going into the forest, to fulfil his father’s vow. Then Ram who lost his wife. Ravan lost his kingdom. Sita was exiled into the forest. Ram finally committed suicide by jumping into the river Sarayu. The moral is that life itself is a tragedy!

STORY -NILAMBOOR

Story I was working as teacher in at Government school , Pazhuvil , near Cherpu , when I was promoted and posted at Vandur in Kasargod district. I was in a dilemma ; life is smooth here , as I stayed with my sister and had no botheration of cooking etc. I was bachelor and hated kitchen work. I knew the staff nurse in the Pazhuvil Hospital. We became friends when my sister was admitted there. She may be about thirty and was like an elder sister;I consulted her:”You must not refuse promotion. Your difficulties will be over when you marry”. So I braved it and went to Vandoor by the train for Nilambur, a branch line from Shoranur. It was my first journey by this line and I enjoyed the trip , through hilly area. As it was evening , I decided to go to Nilamboor palace where I knew a lady teacher. She was happy to receive me:”Why do you worry about accommodation ? You may stay here. This palace is too big for me and my parents, the only inhabitants here.” After tea and snacks, she showed me a room for me to stay. It had a huge double bed and mirror on the wall . The bed is made of mahogany; the mirror is larger than the bed! I liked it. I was working as teacher in at Government school , Pazhuvil , near Cherpu , when I was promoted and posted at Vandur in Kasargod district. I was in a dilemma ; life is smooth here , as I stayed with my sister and had no botheration of cooking etc. I was bachelor and hated kitchen work. I knew the staff nurse in the Pazhuvil Hospital. We became friends when my sister was admitted there. She may be about thirty and was like an elder sister;I consulted her:”You must not refuse promotion. Your difficulties will be over when you marry”. So I braved it and went to Vandoor by the train for Nilambur, a branch line from Shoranur. It was my first journey by this line and I enjoyed the trip , through hilly area. As it was evening , I decided to go to Nilamboor palace where I knew a lady teacher. She was happy to receive me:”Why do you worry about accommodation ? You may stay here. This palace is too big for me and my parents, the only inhabitants here.” After tea and snacks, she showed me a room for me to stay. It had a huge double bed and mirror on the wall . The bed is made of mahogany; the mirror is larger than the bed! I liked it. In the morning, we went to the Devi temple and , after beak fast, I went to the school . The teachers and students gathered to see the new Principal . After the bell , I spoke to them “I want you to be punctual. After the bell , no one may enter the class. You must understand the things merely learn by heart.” young teacher asked:”Are you marred?” I joked :”Are you willing?” All laughed . After reaching the palace I was given snacks and tea. Then we went to the river side. People were sieving mud of the river bed “What are they doing ?” “They are collecting gold pieces of gold, brought from the mountains by the river; average one thousand they earn” One day Devi’s niece Kalpana came from Bangaloe. Se has an intellectual look , with high brow and thick glasses . I removed er glasses and told them to stand together and smile . I took a snap in my mobile and showed them:”Wonderful “, cried Devi “You are a good photographer.” Before leaving, I exchanged email address with Kalapana. Time flew with wings. One year passed . My sister wrote to me, to come immediately , to see a girl for me. So we (Devi came with me) went home . They had arranged a small tea party and this was followed by an interview with the girl . She is an Ayurvedic Doctor and is not prepared to come to Vendoor. I told my sister that it is impossible to get a transfer , unless some one comes there. Anyway it was over without any commitment from my side. I showed Devi several temples in central Kerala and returned . She liked Triprayar temple on the bank of the river and liked it very much. We went to the old school at Pazhuvil and did not forget the nurse in the Hospital. All were happy to see us. Back at Nilamboor, her niece (Kalpana of Bangalore ) had come with a web site of our school ,as promised and it was presented with great fan fare, shown on a large screen. There was a big crowd and all cheered us. Many guests met Kalpana ad sought her services. The teacher who enquired about my marital status told me her father liked to meet me. One day I went with her . He is a business magnate and offered good dowry. I promised to consider it. My heart was with Kalapana , but she told me she has a lover. So I agreed to marry my colleague.

ROAD ACCIDENTS

ROAD ACCIDENTS The number of people dying on the road is increasing . One reason is the number of vehicles on the run. CARS AND MOTOR BIKES are the main culprits. Over speed by bus drivers is also one reason. Manufacturers are interested in selling . Carelessness and rash driving are also to blame. In China bicycles are promoted. There are separate lanes for them. The advantages are many :it saves oil and is a good exercise! Will the authorities listen?

WHO IS THE KING OF THE FOREST?

We are told that the king of the forest is the lion. Samskrutham poems describe how the elephants shiver, when the lion roars! The latter jumps on to the back of the elephant and breaks its head by severe blows, to recover gems inside its head. This is described in poems. Only when I watched the Animal Kingdom in the TV, that I realized how fallacious this fantasy is. The elephants do not care at all, when they see a group of lions. The lions do climb on to the elephants’ back, but the thick skin is unbreakable with the claws of the lion which runs away when the elephants come near. The tiger is more powerful; but it is equally fearful, which may be the reason why it is denied the title of the king. Bysons are fearless and very powerful animals. Their uncouth appearance does not instill admiration. The lion is majestic; it is the only animal that roars. It is fearless and is not scared by gun shots.So the poets decided that it is the King.

KOORKA (CELEUS OR CHINESE POTATO) LOWERS CHOLESTEROL These days koorka (Malayalam) is available in plenty. I like it very much. It can be cooked easily, by boiling in a cooker and then mixed with oil and kept in pan over a low flame. It lowers cholesterol and can be taken by diabetic patients, as starch value is less than 20%.

TEMPLES

TEMPLES AND REGIONS There ia pattern in the temples of different Gods in India. In Uttar Pradesh, Ram temples are there in almost all villages. He is supposed to be born in Ayodhya and so this is to be expected. Poor Ram ; he has suffered in most of his life , except for the days he spent in Chithrakood, till his wife was stolen by Ravan. Afterwards , he had to banish her into the forest . She was not even told what her crime is. Seeta too is a symbol of suffering. She was found in the earth , abandoned by her mother. Let us return to the main theme. In Maharashtr, the deity is Ganesh. Ganesh Chaturthi is celebrated all over the land with great fanfare. The festival lasts for ten days; in the end the earthen idol is immersed in water; sea or river. Further south , in Andhra Pradesh, the predominant God is Shiva . This is true of Tamilnadu also. Tirupathy is an exception. Originally it was a temple of tribal people and we d not know what the deity was. In Tamilnadu, Mariyamman covils are popular. It is a Goddess. The Devi (she god) cult is prevalent throughout the country. Vaishnodevi in Jammu is famous Saraswathy , Goddes with the musical instrument veena is worshipped only once in the year. I do not think there is any temple of Saraswathy. Snakes are worshipped in Keralam, only once in the year. When I was a boy, I was deputed to do this pooja in several homes in the village. In one place , a real snake appeard; I was not unnerved. I threw the water in the kindi (pitcher) on its head. It went away !

STORY-CHRISTIAN

CHRISTIAN I live among Christians , though I am a Hindu and somewhat proud of being so. Along with my Christian friends , I regularly attend the Sunday mass. My girl friend Celeste make it a point to sit by my side. After the proceedings are over, the Father would ask:”When are you joining our religion?” “I am already a true Christian. Jesus was anti-capitalist , but your Pope is a very rich person” He smiled: “No one can defeat you in a debate.” “He was top in the college,” Celeste added. On the way back, she asked:”When can we marry?” “Without a job , how can we live?” “I will speak to my father; will you do any job?” “Of course , I am in need of some engagement.” One day she came in her scooter and took me to her father. He seemed to be really glad:”I like to see you two married; what is the dely?” Cele replied:”He wants a job first.” “That is true ; why don’t you join our business?” “I will think over.” Cele took me to my home . It was her first visit . She was surprised to see the photos of Guruvayoorappan and Jesus , side by side on the wall. I said:”This is symbolic. We are together”. For the first time , she kissed me , hot and sweet! It was with difficulty that I disengaged. We sat embracing , in a sofa and disussed her father’s proposal:” I am afraid that joining his business empire, will compromise my principles . Many transactions may be illegal, I am afraid.” “You can quit when you feel” So we went back and told him I am willing to join. We went to the town and enjoyed seeing a movie. Soon I went to Kanhirapilly and reported for duty. I was accountant and found the work easy enough. Celeste’s letters came regularly , pleading for early marriage ; after six months she came with her father. I was in a dilemma ; I don’t want to convert to Christianity, but marriage is inevitable. “Sir, will you agree for register marriage?” Cele supported me . Being the only child , they wanted a pompous marriage .I said:”The registration can be confidential; a reception can be arranged in the Church at home” . So it was agreed . In the Registrar’s Office, she appeared in bridal costume . I could hardly believe my eyes! She looked like a real angel, with her long , azure eyes and a smile which remained etched in my memory forever. Her father commented :”You are looking at my daughter , as if for the first time. Are you sure she is the girl whom you love?” We all laughed . The registration over , we all returned . That night we stayed awake for a long time , her body entwining mine, naked as I wished. “Celi, how happy I am! For getting you , It is a small sacrifice that I became a Christian. You know , a Crown Prince of Britain loved a commoner. As the Palace refused their marriage, he relinquished Office ; they went and settled in America." “Thank you , dear!”

VAISHALI

VAISHALI Vaishali is the cradle of civilization in India. This place in Bihar is near the famous Nalanda University, where Gautam Budha realized the futility of life . The young price had left his Palace and wife and son. Today in the strife torn world , where IS is waging war against civilization , the teachings of Budha is all the more relevant. Mathew Arnold has written a beautiful poem about Budha ‘THE LIGHT OF ASIA’ Let light dispel darkness!

A FAMILY BURNT TO DEATH

Cruelty, thy name is man! Yesterday , a dalit family was set ablaze at mid of night , in what is termed revenge . This happened at Faridabad in Haryana near Delhi. Two children died; the parents are struggling for survival in the Hospital. Desecration of Gurudwaras in Haryana and subsequent protests have crippled life in that State. Farmers’ agitation is still going on. What a pity! When will man learn the value of peace and friendship with neighbours?

WOMAN

DEIFICATION OF WOMAN She gives birth to us . Hence she is supreme. Vande matharam! (Salute the mother) She is the dominant force ; but in both Hindu and Christian legends, it is man that occupy the prime position. Birth of Jesus made Mary a symbol of love and kindness. In India, Devi cult is there , throughout the ages. Ma is equivalent to Goddess. At home , we are helpless if the wife is absent even for a day. The kitchen will become a battle field, with things lying scattered all over the place. Some dish will have no salt. (mother used to smell the ladle used for stirring and know whether the dish needs more salt!) Once I made tea with curd (it had not become solid) and found out the truth after wards! When we fall ill , the very presence of the nurse in white uniform instills confidence and implicit trust in her. Florence Nightingale was the first , to care for those wounded in war. No man thought of it. She was the incarnation of Mary. There is no man who can stand against a woman and dominate her. The Sage Viswamythr lost his tapasya n the presence of Menaka and had to start from the beginning, all over again. In Mahabharath, Parashar Maharshi raped the tribal woman who was rowing the canoe in the river and the great Ved Vyas was born. In this story itself, a Yuvaraja who went in the night with his wife Madri, lost control and had sex with her. He died instantly because of a curse he had incurred and was aware of it! To sum up: all men are slaves of women; like slaves , we resent our masters (mistresses ). We hate them and love the female in her.

NOSE IS A FILTER

NOSE IS A FILTER Some people have the habit of sleeping with the mouth open. This is harmful. The air entering the wind pipe is filtered by the hair inside the lining of the nose. When dust enters the nose , it is thrown out by sneezing. It is desirable to cover the mouth and nose by the kerchief or things available in the market. This ability of the body , to protect itself , is the reason for vomiting. It finds that the food has been poisoned and so the same is thrown out. When germs enter the intestine (the hydroelectric acid kills many ), loose motion is the result, ie. cholera . The patient may die of dehydration. Plenty of water or saline glucose must be given; tender coconut is ideal.

TODAY IS THE FIRST OF THULAM

TODAY IS THE FIRST OF THULAM I was born in the Malayalam month of ‘thulam’. Ashvathy is my star. The day this star comes varies and this year it is on 27th October, which is a full moon day. The date of birth is 1-11-1933. Kerala piravi(bith) is on first November. As usual , I had darshan of Guruvayoorappan in Mayur Vihar Ph2

CASTRATION FOR RAPISTS

CASTRATION MUST BE THE PUNISHMENT FOR RAPE Yesterday, a specially sad case of rape was reported in Delhi. People were watching ramleela. For some minutes , lights went off . Two girls of five years, were picked by those standing near them, taken home and raped. During TV Channel debate, it came to light that there are 1500 vacancies of policemen in Delhi. The Courts are overburdened and cases are pending for years. As a special case, rape of minors must be handled by SPEED COURTS (LIKE SPEED POSTS) and exemplary punishment ,like surgical removal of the penis and scrotum , carried out. The law must be amended.

MASS OF THE EARTH

WHAT IS THE TRUE MASS OF THE EARTH? If you find a bowl with some water and mud in it, you will throw away the mud and water and wash it clean , before weighing it . The earth is a large bowl of rock. It contains water of the oceans, large quantities of silicate (Rock),common salt, carbon compounds(Bio-waste),fish, animals , trees etc, minerals like coal and gold , diamonds etc. Should we deduct the weight of all these things , to calculate the true mass of the earth?

STORY-AMMU

AMMU I was new to Jaipur city, when I was posted there as Manager of the Canara Bank. I hired a room in the city. It was my habit , to roam about and have break fast before reaching the Bank My favorite shop was Ammu’s stall . I did not know she is a keralite , but she judged me correctly and enquired in chaste Malayalam:”Chetta, what will you have ?” I looked at her in amazement. She is not a beauty, but her young age added to her charm. I thought in my mind:”I want you”, but said aloud:”Anything you like”. My gaze followed her ample buttocks and fell in love with her! From then on I was her secret lover . On Sundays ,when the shop remained closed , we began touring the city . “How long , you are here?” “My father was in the army. On retirement, he began running this shop. When he died, mother went home , but I remained here . I love this ciy.” “True ! I too like it. It is clean and spacious. The roads are straight and wide.” “It was built by a Malayalee divan of the Raja. The old city is at Amber(The locals pronounce it Amer). We went there by bus, quite far away from Jaipur. Happy days have wings. We did not realize it is six years , since we first met! But she never mentioned about marriage, may be , because of inferiority complex. “Ammu , don’t you like to marry? You are , how many years old?” “I am getting request from locals , but I do not trust them.” A letter came from home . They have fixed my marriage; come and see the girl, it said. A photo was enclosed . I showed it to Ammu. She exclaimed:”How cute! I want to see her immediately”. Her innocence touched my heart. Should I not marry this girl? Anyway , I applied for leave. On the first night , I was thinking about Ammu. Her thighs and breasts refused to leave me , even when I began undressing the new bride. This one is marvelous , I thougt. After one month I returned to Jaipur. Soon I met Ammu”Are you unhappy that I married?” “Oh, no. I am no match to her. What is her name?” “Remy” “Bring her to my shop”. The two women became friends. There was no jealousy. I continued to patronize Ammu. In sex, she is more active and imaginative . While in her embrace, It is real heaven! Why did I marry ? I could have easily rejected that proposal. Curse me… “My brother is still unemployed . Could you arrange some work for him?” “Let him come here .” Thus Rohit began staying with us. I told Ammu about him. Several Malayalee businessmen used to come there , as it is the only place where Kerala style food is available . I began approaching Ammu almost daily, rarely caring about my wife. She did not even notice it. Rohit got a salesman’ job in the market. Then tragedy struck. My wife’s body was found hanging from the ceiling fan. It was Roit who noticed it , when he returned home; I was with Ammu. I was informed by mobile phone. We both rushed home . A crowd had collected there . Police took me to the station to file FIR. Almost daily , I had to attend the station. They asked me about my relationship with Ammu, imputing motives for the crime. Ammu helped me with the influence of her businessmen. At last , the police closed the case as suicide.

NAVRATHRI

HINDU FESTIVAL NAVRATHRI Navrathri festival is going on for ten days. In North India , burning the effigy of Ravan is the high point. Ramleela (drama of ram) is enacted in each village. Today the shop keeper did not sell eggs , because he is a Hindu! In Bengal , this is the greatest festival in the form of Durga pooja. Every Bengali comes home, to participate in the activities. It is like onam for Keralites.

SOIL EROSION

SOIL EROSION The greatest challenge to environmentalists , is soil erosion. Experts have calculated that 0.02 millimeters of surface soil , per square kilometer of the earth , is lost every year due to rain fall. During rainy season ,we see muddy water flowing into the sea. Yellow river of China spits mud, to more than a kilometer into the sea! All can watch helplessly. Millenniums ago , the whole of the earth was covered with grass and shrubs ad the rain water in the rivers was clean and colorless. Farmers cut the earth by ploughing it. Builders removed the top soil and dug deep , to construct multistorey buildings . What can we do? I have suggested in my blog that “Mountain Valley Dams “can be built by simply dumping boulders into the rivers , flowing through valleys between two mountains. It will function like speed breakers. Water will flow slowly , allowing surrounding ground to absorb water. In the plains , pits can be dug right inside the rivers, leaving some distance between two pits; lot of silt will accumulate in the pits. Another suggestion is to divert the river , by digging channels for agricultural purposes

SALTY SEA WATER

WHY IS SEA WATER SALTY? George Gamov was an eminent Scientist . He believed that rains carry salt from the rock mountains and deposit it in the sea . In other words , if there are no rains, the sea water will not become salty. He could not imagine that salt mountains are there in the oceans too But one question remains: will not this salt store saturate the sea water, like the ‘dead sea’? One reason may be , that the seas receive huge quantities of fresh water, each year, in the form of rains! Rain fall in the oceans may be ten times more than in land. What do you say?

THIRUNNAVAYA SHIVA TEMPLE

THE PEEPAL TREE AT THAVANUR SHIVA TEMPLE – DIG A TEMPLE POND IN THE RIVER Yesterday I went there for attending my nephew’s son Navneeth’s thread bearing ceremony (Janyu). The religious function took about six hours. As I was not interested in watching it, I went and sat under the Peepal tree in front of the Shiva temple, watching the dry Bharathapuzha river. It was saddening to see the wide river bed covered with dry, long grass. Once it was sandy and clear water flowed in two channels, one near each bank, the opposite side being Thirunnavaya. Still there are some steps, now in a dilapidated condition, for pilgrims to take bath, before visiting the temple. After indiscriminate sand mining, the river bed has become like a moonscape, with small hills here and there. Dirty pools of water can be seen, wherever they have scraped the sand deeper. But I was compensated by the tree which spread its shadow far and wide, covering some thirty feet in radius ! Continuous cool breeze was without a break. The sea is only a few miles away (Ponnani) and the joy of simply resting there, practically alone, as all others were inside the Math, where Rig Veda was taught to Brahmana boys for thousands of years. The tree must be very old. Some branches have fallen off. Once a very large branch came down heavily, during a strong wind, rendering a number of snakes homeless. The snakes had lived inside the hollow trunk for generations. There were birds also living in holes in the trunk. It is easy to dig the river bed near the temple, and throw the excavated soil in the west and north sides. In the south, are the steps. During rainy season, it will be filled with water, flowing westwards. This temple tank will be useful for the villagers, including the staff of the Agricultural University. Now they have to walk a mile to reach the water channel near the opposite bank. The pits may be of the size 400 by 100 metres, 4 metres deep. Such pits may be made anywhere along the river, including pump houses. The river being dry now, it is the best time to dig the river. The surrounding landscape is proof that it will not be filled with sand by the flowing water in the rainy seasons. The Panchayath can easily do it.

NETAJI

NETAJI Netaji Subas Chandra Bose is proving more powerful now , after he is dead and gone. Members of the family met PM Narendra Modi , Who has promised to make public ,all papers in the custody of the Central Government on 26Jan 2016. It is possible that many leaders of the freedom movement , including Jawaharlal Nehru, may be exposed , if it is proved that he knew the whereabouts of Netaji in 1945.

HAS SEVERAL WIVES

ADU(GOAT) ANTNY HAS TWENTY WIVES A forty year old Christian in Keralam , managed to marry several times from different localities , enjoyed life and became rich., by extracting dowry The aggrieved wives complained to the police and search for the ‘goat’ was going on for several years . At long last , he was trapped . In Keralam , there is demand for men ; people from the gulf , can cheat easily.

DIETITIAN

ATTENTION , DIABETIC PATIENTS For a long time , I have been trying to consult a doctor , about the proper diet I must follow. My friend in the All India Institute of Medical Sciences , where medical treatment is free , made an appointment with the dietitian ad we saw her. A young girl , with several papers , came and discussed with us for three hours. She explained that one day’s food must be divided into six portions and taken after every two hours. This is important . When I suggested reducing starch, she did not agree. She recommended taking milk twice a day and yogurt(curd) after the meal , twice. Whey was also advised. What disappointed me , was her refusal to allow tea with milk and ‘sugarfree’. So now I take bitter tea . I had heard about the medicinal properties of bitter tea. Within a week , my sugar level came down. So you all must consult a dietitian

FACE BLACKENED

KUSURI’S FACE BLACKENED Kusuri was the Foreign Minister of Pakistan. He has written a book about his experience in the ministry and wanted to release it in Bombay, because it will benefit Indian readers. In Bombay, Shiva sainiks blackened his face with ink and shouted slogans against him He then came to Delhi, where he related his experience. NDTV sponsored the event. All intellectuals felt disgust about the behavior of Shiva sena

STORY-UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE

UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE I was living alone in my house , located near the rail line . The old house to my East , was given on hire, to some building workers’’ .They vacated it and now a woman with three daughters and a boy aged six years .This boy used to come to my house and we became friends. I used to take him to the rail line. He would clap his hands in joy, when a train passed.”Do you like to travel in the train?”, I asked. He held me in his tender arms and pleaded:”Yes, uncle.” The boy was very talkative and would ask may questions :”Why have you not married?” “I have no money to look after the family.” At that point , his sister , studying in the college, came and scolded the boy. “Uncle, you are spoiling this boy. I need some money to pay examination fees, can you help?” I went to my room and brought thousand rupees. “I need much less.” “Do not bother , keep the balance .” After that day, she (Subha) used to spend time with me . “Uncle, do you not cook food?” “ I make break fast only , usually bread and omelet; lunch I take in the office and return home after supper only” “ I will tell mother to cook food. Supper you can have with us”. I used to help Subha in her studies . Life became easy and slowly I began to think in terms of married life. It will give me stability After her graduation, she got a job in a convent school. Salary was not much; it was a little away and she had to stay in a ladies’ hostel. I missed her very much. Meanwhile , her sister began coming close to me. She is more fair and resembled her mother, who earned money by making women’ cloths . She used to enquire about my family:”Are you alone in the family?” “My mother died and father married again. I did not like her, so I came here. Father gave me a share of our property.” She sighed and placed her hand on my shoulder. A marriage proposal came for Sobha . As their house was shabby and dilapidated, I suggested that the interview can be in my house. So the complete family shifted to my house , which has three bed rooms . The boy became very happy. The groom’s party came and ‘seeing the girl’ took place as usual. “If you do not like the man , tell me ; I will see that the marriage will not take place” She looked at me ad finally decided for the alliance. I felt sad at heart; did I love her? The marriage was to take place after six months. Sobha went back to her school. Her sister Lata began courting me . She helped her mother in her tailoring work and was available all the time. I got a promotion in my Thaluk Office and became supervisor. I decided to buy a second hand car for two lacs. When the time came for marriage , the party backed out. It is said that the financial bankruptcy of the girl’s house became known to them ; that was the reason; obviously , they did not like to shoulder the liabilities of Sobha’s family. At heart I was happy and told them that I am ready to marry her. But she said:”I am not ready for marriage for at least ten yeas. I have a job and any one may marry me. But Lata is only seventh passed. Who will marry her? The other two are good at studies.” “Will she like me?” She called Lata and asked her:”Are you willing to marry uncle?” She looked embarrassed but smiled and went away. Their mother was also told and our marriage was decided.

SAHITYA AKADEMY

CRISIS IN CENTRAL SAHITYA AKADEMY Central Sahitya Akademy is facing a crisis About ten writers have returned the money they received and many have quit the organization. The reason cited is the indifference of the Academy , to the plight of those who were liquidated by armed men. The Karnataka rationalist and ex-Vice-chancellor who was killed in his home, seems to be the immediate provocation. Till now , there is no response from the Akademy.

NEWSPAPER

NEWSPAPER ADDICTION I am very particular about the morning cup of tea After tea, I go through the newspapers. First, ‘Mathrubhoomi’ (Malayalam), then the Indian Express. I like to read magazines too; nowadays, I merely go through the Head Lines. I cannot even know whether it is today’s paper or yesterday’s ; often the same news is repeated. It was in Bombay that I began to buy the ‘Times of India’ . R.K.Laxman’s cartoons are unforgettable . Another item , dear to me is “Times of India hundred years ago! Many anecdotes I still remember. One is that of a chess player, who was an Englishman’s cook, totally illiterate. The Saheb was so impressed that he took him to London, to participate in the International tournament. The rule is that the player must note his move in a note book and then move his piece. As the cook cannot write, he was allowed to move first and then it was noted by a referee . The cook became the champion!

WAR

FULL FLEDGED WAR IN SYRIA Russia has launched all out attack on the Islamic State in Syria. Army , air force and navy are taking part in this WAR to drive away the invaders. This is the first time Russia has intervened so forcefully , after World War 2. By all accounts, this will be a prolonged war, as IS will put in all their resources . There is no end to this fanatical army , determined to exterminate all non-Islamic groups. The West will be wary of Russian occupation , outside their zone of influence. Even in Korean war, Russia did not send its army. Let us keep our fingers crossed!

HIGH WAYS

GOLDEN QUADRILATERAL At the time of Atal Behari Vajpai , an ambitious program was conceived , to build a high way connecting Srinagar in Kashmir to Kanyakumari in the South. A similar road is to connect Calcutta to Amritsar. It was termed the Golden Quadrilateral . The PM himself wanted report about its progress and especially any hindrances to its construction. Now the media have forgotten it . To my knowledge , land acquisition is the major problem . Now the law for facilitating this has come into force. I request the Prime Minister to unearth the old file in PMO and make a computer program . Similar files should be maintained by State Governments also . Let us not quarrel ; let us work for the future.

BEEF

FIRST IT WAS KISSING GAME, NOW BEEF PARTY Kerala campuses were busy with kissing games ; now the beef party has haunted the whole of India. In Keralam , Rahul Gandhi was attacked because he said he is a vegetarian. In Kashmir an MLA was assaulted for eating beef. This topic was discussed for three days in TV Channels. What has happened to our country? The world will laugh at us. Serious problems facing te country are ignored. Why do we bother who eats what? Or , is it a deliberate attempt to polarize Hindus and Muslims , for catching votes?

BAMBOO

BAMBOO It is always seen in a cluster. We do not cultivate it ; it grows in isolated spots . How does nature propagate it? It is said that every twelve years the tree bosoms and the seeds are scattered by wind . That is why we see bamboo clusters here and there. It belongs to the grass family , Pull the grass out and you will see mud sticking to the roots . In the same way, the roots of bamboo are bound strongly in a tuft ; it is not easily broken. The main trunk is smooth ; but small branches, full of thorns, grow all over the trunk. It is with these branches that we used to make fences. The skilled man(a tribal) climbs up the tree and goes on cutting off the branches which are collected by his wife. It is she that makes the fence of thorny bamboo shoots into a web. It is also a skilled job. Now bamboos are not available . We have barbed wire fence or walls of laterite or concrete. Near the sea , bamboo is not available. Fences are made of coconut tree leaves woven into a mat. Scientists have developed a variety , without branches ; the trunk is coloured . This ‘sundary ‘ bamboo is grown in the gardens . The forests are full of bamboo , a thin variety eaten by elephants. Those in the plains are big ad hollow . They are costly, used in making platforms and pandals.(tents) Dead bodies are carried to the cremation ground on bamboo frame

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-new shoes

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE I used to wear slip-in chapels. When it became torn , I bought a better quality pair of shoes , socks etc. The next day , with much difficulty , I managed to put my feet inside . I was ready to go , when I suddenly realized, that I forgot to wear underwear!

TOBACCO

TOBACCO It is produced in all countries, including America. There are 96,865 registered tobacco farmers in India . It must be remembered that it is poisonous and can cause cancer. All Governments spoil the health of citizens and refuse to ban the cultivation of tobacco. Like liquor , it gives revenue to the State; so let people suffer! My memory is that of my father , who used to chew this , along with betel leaves and areca nut. If I go near and smell the hollow bamboo in which it is stoked, I would sneeze! I hate those who smoke.

PEEPAL TREE

PEEPAL TREE BLOOMS IN SUMMER In summer , when growth of other plants slackens , for want of water , the peepal tree produces maximum leaves , merrily dancing in the wind! Have you ever thought why? I can only guess. This tree can absorb water molecules , even from the rock. You must have noticed saplings sprouting on rocks. Its roots produce an enzyme which dissolves the rock. Roots absorb water in molecular form. If there is much water , the roots may wilt. What is your opinion?

BEEF FESTIVAL

BEEF FESTIVAL The colleges in Kerala, including Kerala Varma College ,Trichur , where I studied , celebrated ‘beef festival’ . Some students have been suspended. This is a good reply to the ‘cow lovers’, who are likely to cause torture to the animal , because we do not have enough fodder , to feed useless animals.

DOGS KILL A BOY

HORRIBLE-SIX YEAR OLD BOY MAULED TO DEATH IN THE NATIONAL CAPITAL This is incredible India. Yesterday , a six year old boy was killed by dogs here , right in the National Capital . And what is the response? NGOs are trying to sterilize the dogs. Can we not have a law to permit slaughter of dogs? Throw them as fodder to tigers in the zoos. In Keralam we are suffering . Two dogs have made our terrace their home. Dog bites are common. Vasectomy operation is the only thing the Government is doing. When the number of elephants increase in African countries , culling is resorted to. Are dogs more sacred than Ganeshji?

CRIMINALISED KERALAM

IN KERALAM , CRIMINALS ARE HAPPY The easiest way is chain snatching . Not only in the towns , even in the remote Sastha temple at Chathakudam , a man coming on bike, pulled the necklace of a woman and escaped, in broad day light. The police could not nab him. Robbery of banks and jewelry shops is happening daily, especially in Trichur. They make an opening in the wall and remove all valuables. The number of jewelry shops is maximum n Keralam. Here in Delhi , one has to search for it! Money coming from the Gulf, has to be spent. Unemployment is the major cause of increasing criminals. ‘Quotation’ killers are buy , because murder is a political weapon. The killers can earn easily , rarely are they caught ; do policemen get a share? Concealed crime like corruption, is at its peak. Smuggling of gold and narcotics is daily news. The road is not safe, even for those who walk; drunk drivers and those on motor bikes care nothing for us. I will not recommend Keralam, to those retiring from service. Tamilnadu may be a better place. In Keralam , all things are coming from there!

OIL

ENNA THECHU KULI MAY CAUSE COLD Keralites have the habit of rubbing oil in the hair, before taking bath. Most people are suffering from cold and fever. I was no exception. The oil form a thin film over the skin, preventing free sweating, by clogging the opening of the glands. In fact, the skin is producing oil. This is washed off when we take bath, inducing the skin to produce more oil. If we smear oil, the skin will not make oil. I had stopped using oil before bath, after I left Keralam 50 years ago; now I am free from cold.

Ma

Ma FAMILIARITY From the day one , we are familiar with Ma , whose milk is our food. The person whom we love most is Ma. Foster mother is equally dear , as in Krishna’s Yashoda. The boy did not even know his real mother Devki. When we grow up , there can be differences between mother and son . On the other hand , they may become friends. The Maratha King Shivaji’s mother was his guide and guru. Maxim Gorky’s novel “Mother” played a significant role in the Russian revolution. The word “Ma” is anathema to Muslims , because it denotes “Devi” of Hindus “Vande Matharam” was to be our National Anthem , but it was rejected because of Muslim opposition. It is a beautiful poem!

POOJARY

STORY-NAMBOORI POOJARY POOJARY I was going along the road, when I noticed a group of people assembled in front of the temple. Out of curiosity, I stopped there, when someone said:”He is a poojry. Can we recommend his case? All said in one voice: “Yes” “But I have some conditions. I work in the Bank, so I shall leave by nine in the morning. In the evening I shall open the temple at five thirty.” They consulted among themselves and agreed. “This is a Shiva temple; do you know Sreerudram?” “Of course, can I get accommodation?” That too they agreed and told me to join the next day. I was working in the Bank and this will bring some more income for my sister’s marriage. Then only my turn will come, I am twenty five . I took a few utensils and my bedding and dress. Navarathry was coming and I was busy. But income too increased and I did not mind the effort. Warriar told me certain things which I must keep in mind and other things to be avoided, which made my predecessor unpopular. I soon became a favourite. I used to rub sandal wood on the stone, to make Prasad. This pleased them. I took care to give flowers and Prasad to all. Irrespective of whether they did vazhipad or note. Warriar told me, income increased tenfold, after I took charge. I really believed in Him and did my work with full faith. Needless to say, some marriage offers also came . I told them to approach my father. The manager of the temple committee is a rich merchant in wood work an timber. He told warriar to sound me about his daughter. He told in my ear “This is the girl”, pointing to a girl, who came to the temple in the evening. She had to collect the payasam and was waiting for it. She is quite plain, medium height, neither white nor black. One Sunday morning, I was sitting below the tree, after my pooja , when this girl came and wished me. “Oh, Madhury, how are you? Are you educated? Are you working ?” She smiled:”I am MA in Malayalam. I am music teacher in Government school. I got prize in youth festival.” I stood up and gave my hand; she took it and pressed it hard, smiling all the while. I felt elated. This is the first time I had contact with a girl. We exchanged our mobile numbers. When her father saw me later, he enquired about my response. “I have a sister. Her marriage is still pending, for want of money.” “Why didn’t you tell me earlier. How much money, tell me.” He gave me a blank cheque:”Write the figure you like; I have signed it. Do not think you have any obligation.” I hesitated, so he thrust it into my pocket. I went home and told my father, after filling the cheque. Unexpectedly, sister fell ill and had to be Hospitalized, for suspected typhoid. Madhury used to go daily and console her. During this period I got promotion as accountant and remained in the same branch. But there is a possibility of transfer any time. “What should I do, in that case?” I asked her. “Do not bother. If you are transferred, you throw it away. My father can appoint you as accountant” “Thank you.” “I am not satisfied with thanks. You never told me the words which all girls expect .” “I do love you”

THINKER SHOT AND KILLED

PROGRESSIVE THINKER AND RATIONALIST KALBURGI SHOT AND KILLED It is a sad day. Progressive thinker and rationalist Kalburgi was shot and killed by men who came on motor bike. He was a researcher in Kannnada history , he was former Vice Chancellor of Kannada University in Humpy. As he fought against idol worship and superstition , Bajrang Dal , Vishwa Hindu Parishath , Sriram Sena etc. began to campaign against him and police protection was provided , which was later withdrawn as per his wishes. Police investigation is directed against religious bigots.

DESERT

HOW THEY FOUGHT THE DESERT Northern parts of Eastern Europe became a desert. The villagers became virtual beggars . Some of them decided to rear cattle. Grass could easily grow , by sprinkling water from the streams . When cattle move about , they fertilize the soil by their droppings. In due course , small shrubs began to grow . Rains began to drop and even small trees appeared in due course. By selling milk and milk products in towns , the villagers began to become rich. Seeing this , other villagers joined them. Now almost the whole area has become green. In India also, desertification can be fought this way.

SPOTTED DEER

GOLDEN SPOTTED DEER The Golden Spotted Deer The great philosopher Socrates taught his disciples never to accept anything without questioning. The question why has to be answered truthfully without flinching and requires great moral courage and indomitable spirit of adventure to pursue matters to a logical conclusion which may be unpalatable and invite violent reaction from uninformed public, especially if religion is involved. May He grant me the toughness! I seek sincere apology in advance. The theme involves Sita whom I respect most, Ram , the maryada purushottam venerated all over India and Lakshman, the faithful brother who sacrificed his family life to protect his brother and sister-in-law in their long and tortuous journey through the subcontinent disregarding threat from wild animals and asuras who dominated the wilderness. Let us be extremely cautious! All went well until the fourteenth year of their picnic-like excursion enjoying the splendor of virgin forests and emerald green hills. Then tragedy struck as in a Bollywood film. A lovely golden deer appeared near the cottage where the princely trio was camping. Its beauty and innocent eyes captivated the Princess. She just wanted to have it! They told her that it was no ordinary animal; it was some evil being with ulterior motives sent to harm them.They had already incurred the wrath of Soorpanaka (in the north it is spelt differently) and killed her brothers who attacked them. They were expecting trouble. But Sita won’t hear. She wanted the golden deer. Ultimately, her husband yielded. Entrusting the safety of his spouse to his faithful brother, Ram went after the animal. Oh help me Lakshman: I am in immediate danger-When Sita heard these cries, she urged Lakshman to go and help Ram. On being told that Ram is capable of defending himself and that this is a trick of the evil spirit that came in the guise of the animal, Sita was infuriated, became wild, accusing Lakshman of entertaining dirty motives to posses her after Ram fell dead. That was the last straw! Lakshman left instantly, leaving Sita undefended. In comes a sanyasi (a hermit) asking for alms. Every Hindu respects and welcomes such people. Unsuspecting Sita comes out of the cottage and is kidnapped by Ravana, in order to avenge the ill-treatment of his sister Soorpanaka. The seed is sown for the epic Ram vs. Ravana war. In this single episode, the poet Valmiki exhibits his superlative qualities with regard to plot, characterization and human psychology! We are concerned with certain fundamental questions arising out of the whole sequence of events. 1) The first question is: why Sita behaved like a nine year old girl crying for a Barbie doll? Sita is no ordinary woman. She forsook the pleasures of life in the palace and went along with her husband with bare clothes into the forest. This shows her high moral standard and extreme devotion to her beloved husband. During their sojourn through the forest, they must have come across hundreds of deer and fondled them. Therefore, the sight of the golden deer should not have excited her. When told that it is no ordinary deer but some evil spirit masquerading as deer with definite motives for revenge, Sita should have been convinced. In fact, any dutiful wife with some sense of responsibility would readily agree with her husband and forget the deer. Why did Sita of such high standard and integrity of character, fully devoted to her husband, insist on her demand for the pet? 2) As a responsible husband, Ram should have convinced his wife about the futility of seeking to capture the illusive deer. Why did he fail to do this? When he was fully convinced that the deer is a mirage, he should have refused to budge. Why did he fail? He could have thrashed his wife for being so silly and adamant, why did he not do it? 3) When Lakshman left his wife and accompanied the princely couple, he had only one thing in his mind: protection of his beloved brother and sister- in- law. He should have clearly told Sita that Ram is quite safe and there is nothing to worry about. If he could not countenance the vulgar insinuations of Sita, he could have pretended to go but actually hidden himself in the nearby bush. Why did he not do this? 4) Ravan was a very powerful and valiant fighter. When his sister Soorpanaka was insulted and her breasts and nose cut off (did they have to do this to a woman?), he should have challenged the princes for a fight and not sneak into the hutment like a thief and stolen Sita .His wife Mandodari had actually advised Ravan againt this heinous crime. Did he entertain finer sentiments for the lovely princess and was only waiting for an excuse? The Unpredictability Principle Every human being is subject to unreasonable and mysterious reaction some time or other. It is difficult to quote instances from my own life .Most of the time I have been carried away as by a current, as if I have no will of my own. It is recently that I have started writing and feel a bit nervous. We were not badly off when my father broke off from our ancestral home and wandered from one place to another. When he, at last, built a house and settled down, He called him. Mother, a young widow and we four children, all under sixteen, were left in the lurch with practically no earnings. Why did he break away in the first instace? Napoleon Buonaparte was a great statesman. He has written a lot during his last days in prison in St.Helena Island. It is worth reading even today. Why did he want to conquer the world? Hitler could have remained unbeaten, had he not attacked the USSR. Why did Kamsa not put Vasudeva and Devaki in separate cells in jail? Every human being carries an invisible burden which I call the spiritual baggage consisting of the things he has seen and experienced which is stored in his computer called his brain. It works even when he sleeps. Poets and writers try to dissect it. Scientists are far from even guessing what goes on there. We always blame something or other without understanding anything. This baggage vitiates our judgement at critical moments. I am a strong believer in Him. My reason tells me that He is everywhere .It is not necessary to go to a temple. But I enjoy the trip to any temple It is very soothing. My Christian friend may like, if it is a church A Malayalam Muslim poet has written a beautiful hymn in praise of Sree Guruvayoorappan (there is one temple of the deity –Krishna in Delhi) ending with the plea that, at least in the next janam, he may have the chance to have a darshan of the temple deity. (If I am empowered, I shall allow all devotees free access to the temple as in gurudwaras) To return to Sita. She will have to answer a number of inconvenient questions. Why did she not resist as soon as she realized that he was not a sanyasi? Ravan had a curse. If he touched a woman against her wishes, he would perish. Without touching her, how could he drag her into the helicopter? (Pushpaka viman).Why did she not jump out and commits suicide as any chaste school girl could do now? Why did she not go on fast unto death even as Medhaji would do now? Ultimately, she ended her life when a repentant Ram requested her to come back to Ayodhya from the forest where she was unceremoniously and sneakishly cast away merely because some worthless washerwoman made some derogatory comments about her stay in Ravan’s custody. Why did she not show the same spirit at that time? Ram: He never behaved like a gentleman. He hid himself and killed Bali when the latter was fighting Sugriv, his own brother. (What a curse on humanity! Brothers rarely remain friends- Ambani vs Ambani) .When the dying Bali confronted him with the question: why did you kill me like a coward, Ram, instead of expressing sympathy for the dying hero (Bali was a remarkable fighter. He once humiliated Ravan by holding him with his tail and dipping Ravan again and again in the sea!) abused him right and left: “Who are you to question me? Do you know that I belong to the Ikshuki race? You are only a monkey. You illegally took away your brother’s wife. You deserve to die”. A gentleman ought to be more polite to a dying hero. Will George Bush use such words to a dying Bin Laden? A dying soul realizes the ultimate truth which we fail to realise during our lifetime Lakshman. I feel great sympathy for Lakshman. Under any circumstances I don’t want to be in his shoes.He was asked to take Sita to the forest under the pretext of showing the places of their exciting journey during vanvas (stay in the forest) and leave her there, unprotected, when she was carrying the twins (Ram suspected them to be Ravan’s) We can imagine the tears he shed on his return journey .My complaint is that he is spineless. He ought to have ignored Sita’s utterances (here she behaved like a bitch (Oh GOD, forgive me; I like to call a spade by that same name) and told her to shut her dirty mouth. Duty comes first. Ravan Ravan is the villain .However one thing we have to admit .Except for this single episode, he was always a gentleman. (The unpredictability principle .Poor Sanjay Dutt suffered from its effects) The poet is advising us to be cautious,sympathetic and humane while criticizing the action of others. To err is human.

ARYANS

ARYANS, NON-ARYANS AND DRAVIDIANS We have to understand the geographical features of our continent, about 5000 yeas ago, to understand what happened at that time. The Himalayas have been growing up all the while, and it is safe to assume that in those days, travellers could easily cross the region either way. The sentimental attachment of Hindus, towards Kailash and Manasarover is proof of my statement. If we have not seen the place, there will be no love for it. The description of the area as a green forest, in the Bhagavat Puran too confirms this view. Therefore, migration of people across the Himalayas is a distict possibility. The most intimate charactoristic of a people, is their language. Early Aryans had Samskrutam as their mother tongue. If today it is a dead language, it is because, those people were in a minority and were forced by circumstances, to forget it and use whatever was the language of the people, among whom they lived. The fact that European Aryans do not know vedas, shows that, they migrated before we composed vedic sutras. My children do not know Malayalam. Of course, they can talk in our language. Talking is not literature. To write in Malayalam, it is necessary to learn the script. So Aryans in India, forced their children to learn Samskrutam, in order to preserve their heritage and identity. Their early literature was the Vedas which, enen now, we learn by heart. All debates and writings were in Samskrutam. A poet who wrote in Malayalam was rediculed as half poet ! The Aryans who migrated towards the north and north west, were not so lucky, as we were in India.The fact that several Samskrutam words are transformed into the local language of the area only proves the Aryan ancestry of these people. Maximum similarity is in Hindi, even spoken Hindi. Samskrutham Hindi English ekam ek one dwayam doh two thrayam theen three ( here the English word too is similar) dasham dus ten (“decimal” is derived from Samskrutam) mathr matha mother (derived from Samskrutam) bhradru bhai brother ( do ) Russian and German languages have many Samskrutam words. It was a German scholar who wrote Malayalam grammar! During second world war, a German scholar met the King of Cochin, who was a scholar in Samskrutam, They started chit chatting in Samskrutam; the English Resident was scared. The King was asked to abdicate. Those Aryans who migrated to the peninsular India, accepted the local language, but continued to patronise Samskkrutam ,as there were no books in local languages. Thus the conclusion is inevitable. Aryan migration is from India towards Europe. Why they did not go towards Tibet and China, is a mystery. Sexual contact with the local people was inevitable. Hence, the Aryan features are dimmed and local charactoristics became prominent. Theoretically, we may say that north Indians are Aryans and others are non Aryans. In this, we ignore the people living in the hills, including the north east. Davidians are a mystery. Unlike others, they have body hair, jet black complexion, teeth pushing the lips outwards, heavy jaws and stocky, short body. There is not a single Samskrutam word in Tamil which has only 26 letters. Malayalam too had no Samskrutam words. The numbers onnu, randu, moonnu, nalu, anchu, aru, ezhu, ettu, onpathu and pathu (one to ten) of Malayalam can be understood by people of all states in the south. It is a proof that Dravidian people are a distinct group. They are even earlier than the civilisation of the north. Hanuman was impressed bythe grandeur of the Lankan capital, which seemed to be paradise in this world! Tamil literature was highly developed, even before English education spread in the country. Every day we read about new archeological discoveries in Tamilnadu.

BABY AND CAT

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-baby boy scared a big cat SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-baby boy scared a big cat When we were in Rajasthan Atomic Power Project , our neighbor had a baby moving on hands and legs. It was quite big , black and strong. Seeing it coming towards himself , a big cat got scared and backed out and ran away!

DEVI CULT

DEVI CULT Hindus are either Shaivites or Vaishnavites. Of course, now we worship all, including Budha and Guru Nanak. It would appear that Devi worship was prevalent throughout India, from a much earlier period, involving aniamal and baby sacrifice, which made Budha preach Ahimsa or nonviolence as a creed. The famous Kali temple of Calcutta is witness to the blood of millions of animals like goats. People used to offer their first baby as sacrifice, to propitiate the deity. At the Kali temple at Kodungallore, thousands of cocks were being sacrificed by wringing their neck, on Ashwaty nakshatram in the month of Kumbh (Feb.15 to March 14) This practice is now stopped. In Tamilnadu, Mariamma is the Devi. Every village has a Mariamman covil (temple). Those who believe in Devi cult, believe that she is the source of all Shakty or Power. All other Gods are her creation. Scientifically too, mother can give birth, even without man, as in cloning. I think India is the only country to have Goddess as the supreme power.

SHIVA AND SATI

SHIVA AND SATI- A LOVE STORY SHIVA Of all the Hindu gods, Shiva is a bizarre charactor. I think he never takes bath. He covers his body with ashes, carries a cobra on his shoulders, which holds its hood high, like a sentinel and a lady named Ganga, secretly in his coiled hair, which is neither cut nor cared of. He travels on the back of a bull. He wears nothing, except a tiger skin to cover his nakedness. Who will like to marry him? Sati, a self willed, obstinate girl, fell madly in love with him. Her father, a King (Daksha Prajapathy), who never liked Shiva, advised her, threatened her with dire consequences, and ultimately threw her out of his palace. Undeterred, the girl went to Lord Shiva and prayed to him, for their marriage. Thus, they became husband and wife; but their alliance was short lived. Daksha decided to conduct a Yagam, involving animal sacrifice. All powerful Kings did so, to prove their might and to please the gods. He invited all and sundry, but deliberately omitted his son-in-law. Sati had hoped in her heart, that her father would forget his enmity with Shiva and forgive her, by extending an invitation, for such a grand occasion. But her hopes were belied by the despotic King. Sati decided to go alone, ignoring the warnings of her husband, who knew Daksha, but too well. His army of mustlemen, virtually goondas, accompanied her. Daksha, who was in the midst of his Yagam, ignored her. Sati pleaded desparately, but her father remained unmoved. In her shame and desperation, Sati jumped into the sacrificial fire and ended her life. Enraged by this sudden tragedy, the army of Shiva’s goondas, ran amock, killing, throwing things here and there and setting fire to the tent. Daksha was killed in the melee. Thus ended the first love story in India. Here, we do not tolerate love between boy and girl, even now !

FORGED PAPERS

FORGED MARK LIST When we appear for interview, they scrutinize our mark list, degree certificate etc. They assume it to be genuine. A recent study has shown that, all these papers can be had from unscrupulous agents . A number of people get a job this way.

DELHI SUBURABAN SERVICE

THERE IS SUBURBAN TRAIN SERVICE IN DELHI I happened to see it casually , while waiting for my train at Nizamudin Station. Once I travelled in it. It is cheap and connects several places in a circular path. There is no crowd . Vegetable venders and milk men use it. They are unable to travel in bus. Some places , difficult to approach , lie in its route Is there any way to increase the number of trains?

BANGLADESH

BANGLADESH History When Pakistan was formed in 1947, it had two parts: West Pakistan and East Pakistan. The people of the eastern wing were ruled by Urdu speaking Governor, who was disliked them . Because of persecution and Hindu Muslim clashes , Hindus en mass migrated to India. We had to feed and shelter more than one crore men ,women and children. A special stamp was issued and had to be pasted on envelops . Our ruler Indira Gandhi toured the world, meeting other rulers , requesting financial help. She came back and met the army chief Manekshaw. A secret army (Indian soldiers)‘Mukthivahini’was sent to Dhaka and captured it . The Pak army , including the Governor, surrendered. Mujeebu Rehaman was installed as Prime Minister of the new country renamed as Bangladesh. The people here respected Hindus and our culture . For marriage , they wore Benares silk saris. They have high regard for Rabindranath Tagore! Unfortunately Rehaman was killed by fanatics opposed to India. Geography Bangladesh is the delta of Ganga ,Brahmaputhra , Padma and Meghna, crisscrossed by a network of rivers . All traffic is by ships and boats. Dhaka Express is a ship . People buy tickets and wait at stations! It would be a wonderful experience! There s a vast area of mangrove forest , perhaps the biggest in the world , called the Sunder vans , between Bangladesh and Burma , which is the natural habitat of Bengal tiger. Now our PM Mod has visited and concluded an agreement conceding some land and easing the movement of people and merchandise between our two countries.

thanikudam temple

THANIKUDAM TEMPLE Posted on July 18, 2009 by waterfriend | Edit Thanikudam Bhagavaty temple near Trichur is like any other temple in Kerala. What makes it remarkable, is the unique custom of conducting aaratu ritual when the deity is submerged in water . This time, the very first day of Karkidakam itself, water inundated the whole area, following continuous rain fall through out the State, and the aaratu ritual was held in rain Local newspapers have shown photos of children merrily swimming in the temple court yard!

GANGA

THE GANGETIC PLAIN The Ganga flows through Uthar Pradesh , Bihar and Bengal. The plain on either side of the river is extremely fertile , as the river and its tributaries bring fresh silt from the Himalayas, every year during monsoon. Farmers produce rice and wheat , sugarcane , mangoes , potato and other vegetables . Potatoes are bought damn cheap by the traders and sold in all towns , making fabulous profit. Farmers’ cooperatives as in Gujarath can help in securing remunerative price. Maximum mangoes are exported from UP. The farmers cut the plant , when young and ensure that they do not grow high. Mangoes can be plucked like oranges. In Keralam , we allow the tree to grow high and it becomes impossible to climb up. The soil is alluvial and there are no stones anywhere, however deep you may dig! For making houses and roads , they make bricks . At the Atomic Power Station at Narora,on the bank of the river Ganga, raft foundation is made , by casting RCC beams in the shape of a raft , very large to support buildings , to ensue that it does not sink! The site was chosen due to political pressure.. We were staying as guest of my coworker in RAPP Sarvan Singh . In his court yard , they grow potato, onion, gajar,carrot,mooli, etc. , enough for their purpose. At RAPP , it is all rock and we depended on arrivals from the villages. Ganga was the only means of transport till the British came. Now even small ships ply from Calcutta to Allahabad and beyond. All major cities like Kanpur, Allahabad ,Patna , Mughal sarai lie near the river. My great wish is to travel in a ship, along the Ganga. I was not lucky till now. The world famous Nalanda University is neat Patna. It has been revived recently. Bihar I the cradle of civilization in India. Pilgrimage Kashi is a pilgrims’ spot for Hindus . Even when there were no roads , people used to walk all the way from Keralam and Tamilnadu , to pray at Kashi Viswanath temple , after bathing in Ganga. One of my uncles stayed permanently in Cochin House in Kashi. Pollution In spite of all efforts by the Government, Ganga water is extremely polluted. The practice of throwing even half burnt dead bodies into the river must be banned. Mythology According to Hindu puran , the whole plain was dry and the sage Bhageerth, took tapasya to please Lord Siva . In the end, Shiva released Ganga , who was hiding ln his coiled long hair(to escape detection by his wife Parvathy), and the whole plain was flooded

FORTS OF INDIA

FORTS OF INDIA Before the coming of East India Company, the whole of India was marked by impregnable forts. Each fort has a high wall , surrounded by a moat , deep enough to prevent horses from crossing it. The entrance to the for is restricted by a draw bridge, which can be pulled up when considered necessary, as when the enemy attacks. The King’s court , secretariat , horses and men, arms and ammunition etc, food etc. are all stocked well , for facing a siege by the enemy. History could not be anticipated. The very fort could easily be demolished bb cannons , shot from a distance , as the British destroyed the Red Fort in Delhi. Each fort has an underground tunnel , leading to a point away from the fort , for the escape of the defeated king and his entourage. Now all these forts are a tourist attraction. The Chithor court , which the Moghals surrounded , is situated on a long high mountain. Here a moat was not necessary , because the hores cannot climb it . Of course, there I a strong wall , which is still intact. There are several blood curdling stories, about the valour of the Rajput kings . After the war , when the enemy entered the fort, they could see only a funeral pyre ; all men jumped into it , followed by the brave women! The theme is good for a film , like the ‘War and Peace’, but till now , none has tried it. When the fort was occupied by the Moghals , Rana Prathap Singh escaped to the forest and vowed to live on grass roti, till he recaptured it . He appeared in Haldighat , a nearby valley and challenged the enemy. In the bloody battle that ensued , Rana was injured and became unconscious. His horse carried him to safety. The Moghal army was defeated in the battle. But they retained the fort.

STORY-JUDAS

JUDAS We three were fast friends. Damu and Ravi were hard core Communists . The Party was banned at that time and our activities were top secret, because Police was on the look out for members of the party. I could not understand all that was going on ; I joined them because we were friends. They stopped studies after tenth standard, while I continued and joined the College. There I formed the Students Federation and we used to discuss politics , without mentioning the word Communism. In 1942 the Party decided to support the Government war efforts against Japan and ban on the party was lifted . I graduated and married my class mate. I got a job as clerk in a Bank and studied for passing the qualifying examination for promotion to Officers grade Needless to say that I became Bank Manager in due course. In this capacity, I wielded considerable power, as sanctioning loans was a leaver to mint money. I forgot politics and my friends R and D called me Judas. “you have become a capitalist ,”D said. I kept mum. They needed money and I gave them this nectar of life, which all needed. My wife had many friends . One was a havala agent , I learned later. I never bothered to enquire her bank balance. Wherever I was working, she bought or constructed a house. We had separate cars. In 1942, the Party decided to help the war efforts of Britain , when Hitler attacked the USSR and Japan joined Hitler. General public hailed the INA of Subhash Bose, but Communists exposed him. The ban on the Party was lifted . After India became free, the Party reversed its policy in 1948, when the Randive thesis was accepted and called for armed struggle to overthrow Capitalist Nehru regime. I opposed this line and the rupture with my friends became complete . At Pariyaram, a Police station was attacked , some Policemen killed and guns were carried away. Later, D confessed that he took part in the attack. Police repression became terrible . Some CIDs in plain cloths watched my house too. I managed a transfer to Delhi. When this policy was abandoned and the Party decided to take part in elections, I came back. However, my wife’s involvement in havala was discovered and I was asked to take voluntary retirement. In our old age, we three used to review our life. I had helped in the marriage and studies of their children and D had to agree:”It was good that you became a Judas. We gained nothing from politics . Now the Comrades do not even recognize us.” I said:” Judas was not an enemy. His uncle befooled him, saying that hey want to save Jesus from the public by keeping him in jail. Poor Judas committed suicide”

TEA CUP

FORGOT TO FINISH MY TEA CUP I got up at an odd hour, two in the morning. As usual, I made tea and placed the cup on top of the computer cabin. I switched it on and tried to connect it to MSN; miraculously , the blog was connected instantly and I successfully posted the items kept ready and saved in the computer. Occasionally I would sip my tea. When it was over, I switched off the system and hurriedly went to the toilet. I happily lay in my bed and went to sleep. In the morning, I found that the tea cup was half full. Regretfully, I threw the cold tea into the sink.

GOOD SAMARITAN

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-good Samaritan As usual, I got down from the bus at Kokkala crossing and was looking for an auto, to go to the Railway station. There used to be an auto stand there. Yesterday there was no auto. “Where do you want to go?”, A very youhg girl asked. I said Railway station and she said:”Do not worry; I will find one auto.” She tried but could not succeed. I suggested crossing the road and she held my hand we safely went to the opposite side. There she stopped one auto. When I was safely seated, She smiled and said bye. I wondered why she took all this trouble. At least, I should have asked her name.

BAGLADESH

HISTORIC AGREEMENT BETWEEN INDIA AND BANGLADESH Posted on June 6, 2015 by waterfriend | Edit HISTORIC AGREEMENT BETWEEN INDIA AND BANGLADESH Mamatha Bannerji and Sheik Haseena worked hard to sort out the differences between India and Bangladesh. Today an agreement between the two neighbours has been signed . It facilitates travel between the two countries . Trade and other matters become easy. Modi must be congratulated! If Kashmir is given freedom, similar agreements can be executed with our western neighbours also.

TWO LITTLE GIRLS

TWO LITTLE GIRLS WON RS. 1.60 LAKKS In ‘who will become crorepati?’, two seventh standard girls , Krishna and Thrishna won Rs. 1,60,000, to become the youngest children to become ‘lakshaprabhu’ in Sureash Gopi’s show. They had a shaky start. In the very first question about Cyndrela , they had to seek the help of audience, because they had not heard that story. In another question from Ramayana, they floundered ; Shoorpanakha was the correct answer.. Here too they sought help. For the question to earn ten thousand, they sought phone friend. Somehow, they gained that base line. After that, without any help they earned one lakh and sixty thousand. I felt happy about the twins. Their desire was to help their father to set up a vegetable shop. This amount is enough and more.

WOMEN RISONERS

WOMEN PRISONERS Today’s Mathrubhoomi carried a report about women prisoners in Viyur jail, Trichur. Those who become pregnant, have no special doctors to attend them. At the time of delivery , other inmates help them. Bleeding is stopped , using rags of old cloths. If complications arise , some die. There is a Vanitha Commission. They should take up this issue. Some of the prisoners may be under trials. In any case , all should get medical attention. In my view , they may be sent out on special parole, as soon as they become pregnant. All women prisoners may be allowed this facility of ‘open jail’. The laws may be amended.

SHOES

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-shoes After getting a job, I wanted to buy shoes. My colleagues in Audit Office, Ajmer , suggested going to a cobbler and ordering the shoes, according to the size and shape of my feet. When I got it after a week, I found it hurt my feet horribly. Now nothing can be done. It took several days to become accustomed.

A NEW FACE

WELCOME RAINS A dry spell of several days was broken last night , when it rained for almost the whole night. In monsoon period, the days are divided into ‘jnattuvelas. Literally, it means work in the rice field. One period is of two weeks. The rains will be heavy in makeeram jnattuvela onwards. The panchangam indicates the jnattuvelas. It predicts the rain fall of the next year too. A VISITOR A lady had called me seeking an appointment. I told her to come at ten in the morning. Exactly at ten, she came in an auto. She is an elderly woman and as soon as she was seated, she told her mission:”I read part of your autobiography in Malayalam in the Public library at Trichur and liked it very much. But other parts were not available there.” I brought volume one and three:”Only one copy is available ; read it and return to me. Where do you live?” “At the eastern gopuram of Sastha temple at Thiruvelakavu. I am doing research about this temple. I have written notes about it but am not satisfied. Can you help me?” I thought for some time and it dawned in my mind that we must contact Pattath Mana. The Namboothiris of that house had done pooja till the Temple Committee took over the management of the temple. I suggested going there:”There must be panayola granthams at Pattath Mana; let us go there.” So we hired an auto and went there. The old man knew me and I introduced the lady and told about her mission. “There are granthas bundled up in the attic. Come next Sunday and I shall keep it ready.” Lady:”Do you know about the origin of the name Thiruvellakavu?” “It is Thiruvalakavu; The Sastha remains at the right side of Shiva at Peruvanam. The God was installed at Thiruvallakavu.” The lady was satisfied and we went back to Poochunipadam.

STORY UNSPOKEN LOVE

STORY-UNSPOKEN LOVE Love We used to get down at the same time from the bus at Trichur. She would go to a school , I found out after following her. “What do you want?” she asked . There was no annoyance; she looked amused. “Nothing ; I wanted to know where you go.” “what are you doing?” “Job typing in front of the Taluk Office. I get Rs. Hundred average.” “I can offer the same money if you work as peon in my school. Are you educated? “Did MA in Malayalm.” “Then come with me to the Office.” Thus began our friendship. She is Principal in plus two section. Very fair and dignified , may be thirty five. I gathered that she is unmarried As I knew English , I could help in office work also. When ever a teacher did not come, f conducted the class. Madam attended the class for the first time and was pleased . So she posted me as substitute teacher , when one teacher in primary section took maternity leave. My salary became five thousand . My mother was pleased. Some o the lady teachers were very friendly with me . One day Madam asked:” Why don’t you marry Sulochana ? She is good natured and fair.” I secretly loved Madam, but did not have the courage to say so. Of course she is much elder, but I did not mind it. I tried toknow more about her, but she evaded my enquiries. The post man said she lived in a palatial building . Among the staff , no one had seen it. The school Management confirmed me as a teacher . Time passed smoothly . One day , the Police came to the Office and told Madam that a man seriously injured lay unconscious and they wanted her to come and identify him. They saw her mobile number in the phone of the injured person and that is why they contacted her. Madam told me to accompany her. His face was disfigured, but Madam had no difficulty in identifying him . He hd come once or twice to see Madam. She told them that he is an Army Officer. His parents were informed. Before they came, he passed away. Madam was terribly upst. She embraced me and cried. I could not console her. She revealed tht he was her secret lover . Due to the fact that he is a Muslim , they did not want to marry. “I am pregnant, only one month. I had not told him. To avoid a bad name , You must marry me. I know that you love me. Can you accept the baby? I do not want to lose the baby.” I agreed. Our marriage was a big event in the school and I lived in the palace , because she belonged to the Royal family.

BUS CONDUCTOR

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-bus conductor I was sitting in the last row of the bus. The conductor collected money from me and just turned , when the bus stopped suddenly. The conductor , a new boy , lost balance and fell flat . I mmediately the passengers helped him to stand up. Small chane scateered on the floor , but he held the notes firmly. Thank God he was not hurt.

OLD AGE

STRAY THOUGHTS When very young, ‘Happy birth day’ was a day of joy and hope; alas, when old, it is a reminder that the end is nearer by one year. Old age is not all that bad. For one, thing all will respect you. There is no pressure of time. You can relax all day if you like , or be busy like me. General growth is minimal; but hair and finger nails grow faster than ever. My fore legs have no hair now, smooth as a girl’s. Even arm pits are hairless. The peripheral hair around my bald head, is growing too fast. The barber will charge the same amount, though are to be dealt is small. Train charges are subsidized. Why is KSRTC fare not less for old people?

NOSE BLOCK

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE –nose block I had a muscular growth in my left nose , almost blocking the hole. A doctor who examined me , not for this complaint , wondered:”How do you breath?” Normally, doctors operate it , but I did not mind it ,as my right noses is perfect. Now it has disappeared , as if it never existed . There is a surgeon in our own body.

STOOLS

DIFFICULTY IN PASSING STOOLS There is great urgency for stools , but when I sit , it does not come out. The ayurvedic doctor told me to take a preparation made of wild amorhophallus (chena in Malayalam) Have a look at the following chart determining the nutritional value of Amorphophallus Paeoniifolius – Energy 330 kJ/100 g (approx) Water 72-79 % Protein: 1.7-5.1 % Fat: 0.2-0.4 % Carbohydrate: 18-24 % Fiber: 0.8 % Calcium: 50-56 mg/100 g Iron: 0.6-1.4 mg/100 g Phosphorus: 20-53 mg/100 g Vitamin A: 434 IU/100 g It grows wild and this katuchena helps in relieving my problem. It is easily grown at home and very nutritious Chena can be taken by diabetic patients also

OMELET

OMELETTE WITH SIX EGGS While returning home, I bought twelve eggs and one KG mangoes and green chillis. All these were carried in the same polythene bag . To make matters worse, I hired an auto, though it was only ten minutes walk. When I opened the bag, only six eggs were intact. All else were broken. I carefully collected the contents and made a single omelette. My wife was very angry, as she had to clean the bench and the floor I cursed my Bad luck

POST OFFICE

POST OFFICE IS A WONDERFUL SYSTEM Almost all other departments of the government are becoming dysfunctional, but the postal system is very efficient and corruption free. When we receive money order , the postman was in the habit of giving the money in notes ; he would give just one rupee in short coins; out of this, something would be given to him as ‘bakshis’ or tip , not bribe! He knows each and every household in the village. In the desert, he used to bring not only letters , but even grocery items on his camel. I saw it in the film DO BOOND PANI (TWO DROPS OF WATER) , A FILM WORTH SEEING! Two hundred years ago, when communication was almost impossible , drop post card , costing five paise (now it is fifty paise) in the Post Box ; it will travel all the way to Guvahathy and delivered to the addressee! The mail will be carried by trains and authorized buses . In all express trains, there is a van for carrying postal dak , known as RMS (Railway Mail service ), where postal clerks will be continuously sorting letters which are handed over to the RMS staff in each major station. We can also drop letters in RMS van. Post office does banking operations too . In earlier days , there were no banks in the villages. You can open savings account in the PO or buy fixed deposit receipts. Kisan Vikas Pathr can be bought for a minimum specified amount . Now 1000 rupees will double in 100 months. Remember that in Banks , interest rates are falling. There is Public Provident fund also in the Pos. The money deposited is tax free.

ADIVASIS

ADIVASIS ARE DENIED EDUCATION In the hill districts of Iduki and Vynad, there are one teacher schools. Both the teacher and the students have to walk miles, through forests, climbing hills . The teacher gets a salary of about three thousand. As it is not economical, Government is about to abolish such schools. This will be a big blow to adivasis, who do not have dwellings, water supplies or ration cards. Does not the Government have a responsibility towards these tribal people? Are they to be recruited to the army of Naxalites?

STORY-COMPANION

COMPANION While I was going to attend a marriage, a very amiable gentleman came close to me . “Who are you? What do you want? “ I asked irritably. He was tall and has a likeable face with curly hair . But a lady cannot be comfortable, if followed by a man. He replied:”I am a wanderer. I thought I may get food in the feast, if I pretend to be your companion. I have no invitation.” I could not help laughing , but did not want to offend him. In a marriage party, anyone can come and eat. Is it necessary to have a friend? “You must be having some job, a family in the town or some background. Tell me , I may be able to help.?” “I worked in the army for some months; but was disqualified after Police verification. They found some leaflets circulated by my Communist friends. Actually I have no connection with Naxalites. At home I have my parents and a sister, studying in the college. I belong to Wynad.” I felt sorry for him. The marriage was to take place later in the night and we sat at the same table and began enjoying snacks and sweets. My companion (Sunil) ate voraciously . Poor guy might not have taken food in the day. The microphone blared songs for some time and then it was announced:”If anybody can sing , he or she is welcome?” Immediately Sunil went up and began singing a beautiful Hindi song of some fifty years old. Pin drop silence prevailed and there were cries:”More and more” After half an hour , when he stopped, there was thunderous applause.”Who are you?”, the man at the microphone asked. I stood up and cried :”He is my friend, Sunil by name.” The bride had come by my side, by this time and she asked me:”You never told me about this wonderful chap?” I explained the circumstances . When Sunil came, the bride shook hands with him. I felt proud . We three talked for some time. Then her father also came. All guests crowded round the new hero. After the wedding I invited him to my house. Father had come by his car and we all went home. I showed him the guest room and wished him good night. “You must be very tired . At what time do you have bed tea?” “As early as the maid can prepare it.” “I will make the tea or coffe?” Tea at five in the morning and then I go for a walk.” His stay continued. Father contacted some film guys and soon his recordings began. He got more offers. Our happy days came to an end when the Police located their Naxal prey. As I had his home address, I went to his home. I told them of our efforts to get his release. Unfortunately, Some Naxal activity was reported in Wynad. Still his sister and myself went to Wynad and contacted Police station. They confirmed his presence but refused permission to meet him. They were sympathetic as Sunil’s song CDs were very popular . Many pictures were released . Everywhere it ran ‘house full’ Meanwhile, there were demonstrations in all districts.”Rajan case must not be repeated “ the crowd demanded. Matter was raised in the assembly. But nothing came out. As the arrest was under the National Security Act, the culprit cannot be released, until his innocence is proved. I missed my monthly period. I did not panic, because I had decided that I will not marry any other man. I told Sunil’s sister the good news . As I knew that my father will not allow marriage with a Terrorist, I went to the US to my close friend’s house and remained there till delivery. It was a cute girl ,resembling its father. I felt I am the happiest woman in the world. I used to contact his family and gave them the good news. After some time , I returned to India and gave the child to its grandmother. I stayed in my house, as if nothing had happened. The fight for Sunil’s release continued . As a special case, the court gave him parole to work for the film industry. After his release, we registered our marriage.

FLOWERS AND MUSIC

FLOWERS AND MUSIC In Keralam, people are not crazy about flowers . Here flowers are almost reserved for gods. Laksharchana needs a lot of flowers. Even otherwise, ladies carry flowers to be offered to Him. In the neighbouring Tamilnadu, you cannot see a woman, without a huge boutique of flowers on her head. Jasmine is common. People must be growing the plant at home. There is no mention of flowers in Ramayana and Mahabharath. Similar is the case with music. There, every family will have a harmonium .In Keralam it is very rare. In Christian Churches, organ playing is common. (Allah does not like music it seems. Both flowers and music are not allowed in Mosques) The oldest musical instrument is the flute. Even at the time of Mahabharath, Krishn used the flute. It is very easy to make with a piece of bamboo. Saraswathy’s veena is too complicated.

TB PATIENTS

FIFTY CRORE INDIANS ARE TB PATIENTS It is reported that the number of TB patients in India, exceeds fifty crore. This is alarming. My guess is, that most of them are industrial workers. Comparatively few farm workers fall ill, because of the healthy environment in which they work. Lack of nutritious food like milk and eggs add to the problem. My suggestion is that a wealthy man should adopt a TB patient, ie., he must send to the Hospital , money to feed the patient. Working hours must be reduced to six , with two days off in a week. Humanitarian agencies must wake up, to save the Nation from this vicious disease.

TREE

THE TREE NEVER DIES! It is well known that some trees live for a very, very long time.Have you not heard about the walking mango tree of Gujarat? Its branch produces fresh roots and when the old tree dries up, a new one, developed from this branch, takes its place. Unlike animals, a tree goes on growing, both at the top as well as at the roots. Death can happen only when growth ends. What happens, in practice, is premature death, on account of a variety of causes like uprooting by storms, attack by fungi and above all, by greedy Man!When the tree becomes too tall, the trunk develops fatigue. If by a conscious effort, we try to prop up a tree and ensure supply of water, it is my belief that the tree will not die. Some institution may take up this project. Animals are controlled by the head. Trees are managed by the roots. Hence such usages as ‘root out’, because, from experience we find that, as long as the roots remain dormant and alive, shoots will sprout when opportunities come. In winter, trees in cold climate shed leaves. Who gives the command? Apparently, the roots. The tree makes use of its dead tissues, by injecting oil and preserving them for use as a support! How intelligent! Many botanists think that the oil, produced by all trees(sandalwood oil, turpentine etc.It is oil that makes fresh mango tree branches burn the dead body) is just a waste product. IF A TREE READS IT, IT WILL LAUGH! Trees can grow in any direction, like a coconut tree near a rice field, with the bulk of its weight outside its base, apparently defying gravity, challenging civil engineers, who find it very difficult to prop up the leaning tower of Pisa! A tree can send up water, to three hundred metres, from root to leaves, using nano technology which we have yet to master. I will not be surprised if, in course of time, scientists discover that trees can communicate among themselves. Trees are worshiped by Hindus. They deserve it!

SLAVE TRADE

MODERN SLAVE TRADE Unemployed people from Asia travel in unauthorized boats , to disembark in Europe . They go in boats , without any protection. One boat sank in the Mediterranean sea. Over three hundred people died. The body of a five year old girl was washed ashore . Her photo has become a symbol of the boat people. People displaced from Syria and Turkey also travel in boats. Many come from Lydia. They all live as refugees because they have no passport. There are men who provide forged passport and charge 70 dollars! The Europeans are building walls to keep them away As the boatmen extract money from the people , it is a trade , as in earlier centuries in the US. There is the flesh trade all over the Indian subcontinent. Women are sold in Arabia too. They are slaves, voluntarily recruited ; but slaves they are , as they cannot escape from the clutches of the Mafia. Is there any end in sight?

KRISHNAPURAM

STORY-KRISHNAPURAM Kodumunda When we retired from service , we had no home . I was staying in my father’s house in Bombay . But my wife liked to settle in Keralam and so I enquired from my friends and relatives . All had the same story- the land mafia has bought all land! My wife said she knows a place called Kodumunda which is cut off from the world by the rail line in the East and two rivers on the other side, leaving some land inside the triangle , where her relative lived :”Why not go there ? She will be happy and we can enquire about some land for building a house” Only one local train stops there. There is a small cabin which is the railway station. There is no platform. The ground is cleaned and passengers , if any , stand there . When we got down there , we were alone . My spirits evaporated quickly but wife became enthusiastic She almost ran along the trodden path through the rice fields and I followed her . On the way there was a pond full of lotus flowers :”Please pluck some ; we shall offer to the Krishna temple .“ I removed my pants and carefully entered the water. Mud came up . Somehow , I managed to pluck many flowers , as the water was not deep. Wife was happy.”I told you to wear mundu; here pants are cumbersome.” I washed my legs and she gave me the pants. “How longer have we to go?” I asked . She laughed. A woman came and crossed us:”I have not seen you. Who are you? Where are you going ?” I grumbled in English but she patiently replied to the woman. “The people in the village are curious and like to know everything. We must be patient “ After another half an hour , there was a small river:”This one is a tributary of the main river “,wife explained. There was a coconut tree trunk placed across the river as a bridge. Wife ran over it like a goat and I stood hesitating. She laughed “Should I come and hold your hand?” Seeing my plight , she came back and held me tightly and we walked slowly . At last we reached our destination. It was near the temple . she went and knocked the door. An old woman came out. Wife:”Is Ammukutty here? I am her relative. “ Presently , a beautiful lady appeared .”Oh! Saudu.How have you suddenly appeared , as from the sky?” The two embraced and kept smiling . Then we all went inside . They went on talking . The elder woman brought tea . It was a small house with a permanent tent with thatched roof ; there were chairs there for guests. “You must be hungry ; I shall make fried pokodas”. After wards we talked about our intention to build a house. “If you like a ready house, there is one very near the temple” . “ Let us see”, I said . We walked only two minutes. I did not like the appearance. “The owner has constructed a house on the other side of the rail line . Now no ne wants to buy this . You may get cheap.” She obtained the keys from the neighbor and opened the door. The house had several rooms with small windows . Wife seemed satisfied:”We can rebuild it afterwards.” That evening we took bath in the cool water of the temple pond and went inside the temple with the lotus flowers. The poojary was happy . We were introduced to all present there . The next day we went to see the owner of the house . He was really glad of our offer but declined to reduce the price. I said:”You see , we have to rebuild it. We are interested in the plot only. The price I have mentioned is the maximum we can pay. We will enquire on this side of the rail. Here it is ideal” That decided it . He agreed for one lakh! On our return , Ammukutty congratulated me. :”I did not know you are such a good tactitian! Saudu , you are lucky!” “We must get some carpenters and masons and start demolishing the old building immediately. I am a civil engineer ; I can supervise the work. We must build a cattle shed and buy some cows. Next , we must collect signatures for a representation, one for a panchayath road to the temple, another for a railway level crossing , to be submitted to the DRM, Palakkad. I will meet him.” While I supervised the works, Ammukutty and Saudu went from house to house , collecting signatures. The whole area became alive. People came to me and expressed their willingness to support my efforts .I told them:”The road work can be discussed with the owners of the rice fields. Can we organize a meeting?” The meeting was held in a week. We arranged tea and snacks. When I explained to them , they readily agreed. Some helpless women owners were given cash . In short , the road was ready soon. “I am casting a concrete slab . It must be placed over the rivulet , to make a bridge”. The day the bridge was ready, turned out to be a festival there . In another six months ,the sanction of DRM was received for the level crossing. In the next Panchayath election, I was unanimously elected the President. Ammukutty became ward member. We two became too close for comfort. I asked:”Where are your husband and children?” “He is in Dubai ; children are in convent school” “You are young and ravishingly beautiful . I love you . Will you mind…. ?” She smiled warmly and pressed my upper arm. Some anonymous letters reached my sons in Bombay. They sent it to Ammukutty and Saudu. They only laughed! My sixtieth birthday was near. The rail crossing had become a reality. The Panchayath decided to celebrate it. My children came to attend it. All agreed tht I could not have located a better village to settle!