As electricity was free, we were using heater, a bucket with heater coil fitted inside, for cooking food.
One day, my wife told Leena, who was about five years old, to remove the plug as she was busy with some other work.
While trying to remove it, she lost balance, as the plug was a little high for her, standing on a stool, and leaned to the wall for support and she got a shock. She began to cry, unable to detach her hand. I went and got her freed, but her palm was badly burnt
Another time, it was raining and I was asked to carry an umrella to her school, when the classes were over. I stood at the gate, waiting for her to come to me, as it was difficult to recognise her among other children, all looking alike to my eye . At last she came, but refused to come near, even though it was drizzling.
When she came home, I wanted to know why she was reluctant to come near me. Her reason: I was wearing a coloured lungi (cloth)! Why didn’t I wear pants?
There were two societies of Keralites, one Navodaya Cultural Society and a rival one of Hindus. I was the Auditor of the former. They had a women’s wing, a library with Malayalam books, a circlating one for weeklies etc. and my wife was very active. I read Pavanan’s novels, highly gripping is his narration.
Onam celebration is the main event. They would bring everything from Chembur market in Bombay,where all special items for Keralites such as the big bananas, suran (amorphophalus, I think), curry leaves, tamarind, papad which will swell when fried, ash gourd etc. etc. are brought daily by truck! Apart from feasting, there will be drama etc. My wife too took part in the show. A mimicry by THREE MOSQUITOS was enthralling. They could make any sound. In one episode, the rocket launch into the moon was there. The commentaries were just as you heard in the radio, with the accent of Americans, in the backgound of noises from the booming rocket! Our Chief Project Engineer, a Parsee was very happy to see this item.
There were several picnic parties, almost one every month, during rainy season, when all items for cooking food in the remote forests had to be carried by men, where the truck cannot go, through dangerous curves along the ledges ovrlooking deep valleys; but, luckily nothing ever happened. The enthusiasm of the workers was commendable.
Sometimes cricket matches were arranged. Accountants had to face clerks.Though I never even saw cricket, I was compelled to field and bat. An over seemed too long and I used to ask: is it not over?, after every ball!
While trying to remove it, she lost balance, as the plug was a little high for her, standing on a stool, and leaned to the wall for support and she got a shock. She began to cry, unable to detach her hand. I went and got her freed, but her palm was badly burnt
Another time, it was raining and I was asked to carry an umrella to her school, when the classes were over. I stood at the gate, waiting for her to come to me, as it was difficult to recognise her among other children, all looking alike to my eye . At last she came, but refused to come near, even though it was drizzling.
When she came home, I wanted to know why she was reluctant to come near me. Her reason: I was wearing a coloured lungi (cloth)! Why didn’t I wear pants?
There were two societies of Keralites, one Navodaya Cultural Society and a rival one of Hindus. I was the Auditor of the former. They had a women’s wing, a library with Malayalam books, a circlating one for weeklies etc. and my wife was very active. I read Pavanan’s novels, highly gripping is his narration.
Onam celebration is the main event. They would bring everything from Chembur market in Bombay,where all special items for Keralites such as the big bananas, suran (amorphophalus, I think), curry leaves, tamarind, papad which will swell when fried, ash gourd etc. etc. are brought daily by truck! Apart from feasting, there will be drama etc. My wife too took part in the show. A mimicry by THREE MOSQUITOS was enthralling. They could make any sound. In one episode, the rocket launch into the moon was there. The commentaries were just as you heard in the radio, with the accent of Americans, in the backgound of noises from the booming rocket! Our Chief Project Engineer, a Parsee was very happy to see this item.
There were several picnic parties, almost one every month, during rainy season, when all items for cooking food in the remote forests had to be carried by men, where the truck cannot go, through dangerous curves along the ledges ovrlooking deep valleys; but, luckily nothing ever happened. The enthusiasm of the workers was commendable.
Sometimes cricket matches were arranged. Accountants had to face clerks.Though I never even saw cricket, I was compelled to field and bat. An over seemed too long and I used to ask: is it not over?, after every ball!
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