STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pa, meet my lover.”

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

STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pa, meet my lover.”

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

STORY-PRINCIPAL

PRINCIPAL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pa, meet my lover.”

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

K.P.C.Narayanan Bhattadiripad

K.P.C.Narayanan Bhattadiripad

My mother’s  home was Padinjaredath Mana, before her marriage. The family has he right t do Tantra of the famous Shiva temple there. Narayanan Bhattadiripad was the Tantry there. He worked as teacher in CNN Girls’ School. He has several brothers and sisters. Some of them are no more. He was the eldest among them. He conducted classes for young boys and girls, in reciting ‘aksharasloka’ at home, till recently, before he became ill. He has two sons and a daughter, all well settled.

At the time of his birth, the family lived in the imposing  ‘nalukettu’ just near the temple. After partition of the property, his father, Vishnu Bhattadiripd, built another new house, near the ‘chira’, where they live now.

Every time ‘murajapam’ was conducted in Thiruvananthapuram, by the King, a special country boat was sent to bring the family and friends . The ‘japam’ cannot be performed, without their presence.

One of their paternal uncles (appan), known as Ittyasuppan (Ittivasudevappan)married the sister of Shakthan Thampuran.

OBITUARY

K.P.C.Narayanan Bhattadiripad is no more.

He worked as teacher in CNN High School for a long time. He was 86 and bedridden for a long time. His wife had passed away long ago. Cremation is tomorrow, (8-2-2015).

He belonged to my mother’s maiden home

STORY-HARI-SREE

HARI-SREE

We are not actually twins, but there is remarkable similarity. The age difference is only one year and most people, who do not know us are likely to be mistaken; so, for their sake, my elder brother began to grow a moustache. We studied in the same class and the teacher  used to call us twins.  My name is Hari, my brother Sreejith. He liked to remain at home, to help my father, who wanted me also to remain here. But I liked to work outside, independent of my father.

When we passed twelfth, Sree decided to stop; I went to College and graduated in science and computer. I got a job, through the net, in Jadavpur University. Before going there, father wanted us to see two girls , belonging to a family, he knew well:”I like to get you married early. Your mother is not well. Here we have plenty of work in the farm. So I talked to my friend. He is willing. Go there and let me know.

So we went on my bike. It was near the forest and we asked those we met on the way, as the address was not clear. At last we reached there by noon. They were expecting us and the interview began, without formalities. We introduced ourselves to their mother and the girls. The mother said:”This is Shobha, the elder one. The other is Suma. You may choose and talk to each”. The mother went inside the house. Shobha said:”You take rthe decision, whom you like. We both have passed tenth. Suma knows tailoring also. We help mother in the kitchen. Our father is no more. “ the girls too went inside. We laughed and looked at each other. We did not have to wait long. The dishes were spread on the dining table and we were called for the meal.  After the meal we came back home. Father asked:”So, how was the interview? Did you like the girls” I said:”There is nothing to like. Being elder, I shall marry the elder sister, named Shobha; Sree will marry Suma.”

Thus we were married. After about a month, I went to the University, leaving my wife behind. I consoled her:”Dear, I shall take you, as soon as I get some accommodation. I shall call you on phone.”

In the University, it was a new exciting life. Contact with a number of lady teachers and senior girl students kept me busy and soon I forgot the country wife, with whom, there was nothing to talk. Soon I was informed of my wife being pregnant. I felt only irritation, at being a father so soon. Naturally, I kept my marriage a secret. I was very close to one Ganguly. Between us there was nothing secret; I shared everything with her, though she was engaged with a business man. She had protested, but her father insisted:”We both have the same destiny. Why do they leave lovers alone?” She pleaded with her father for time, till her studies were over, and he agreed.

After delivery, I had to go home. Ganguly came with me. She told her father that, after marriage, she will not be able to visit Keralam, as they were to settle in the States, where he had business. Her father agreed.

She was very excited after we boarded the train. It was her first journey outside Bengal. We were the happiest unmarried couple, other passengers took us to be husband and wife.

At home, there was gloom; the new baby, who was extremely beautiful, had a rare illness. Her head began to grow bigger and bigger. Now it is more than the size of watermelon. My wife wept, when she saw me. I did not know what to say. Ganguly, too, became speechless. My father had consulted many doctors. They said it is incurable. The baby took milk regularly; she is always hungry. I even thought of mercy killing, but how to do it?

I went out with Ganguly. She clung to me and tried to console me. I spent some days with her touring , but somehow, the thorn in my heart refused to lie still. “How long will it continue like this?”She asked.

When we returned, father consoled me :”If you like, you may go back to Bengal. You have to take this girl, back to her home”

Undecided, I continued to stay at home. At last, the baby died; but my wife became numb and refused to eat or speak. After consulting doctors, I decided to take her with me, hoping that change of atmosphere will help. Ganguly nursed her all the way during the journey and remained in my home, after reaching Jadavpur. Her devotion impressed me . We consulted many psychologists. We took her to the famous Kali temple in Calcutta and conducted pooja. For one week she prayed and showed signs of improvement . The first words she spoke, was:”Amme, save me.”

Recovery was slow. In one month, she became normal and insisted on going to her mother’s home.  I left her there and came back to the University. Ganguly broke off her engagement and married me. My wife had agreed for this.

SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-SMILE

SNAPS  FROM MY LIFE-SMILE

When I came to a house, to sell books, a two year old boy opened the door and came to me smiling, calling me Papa. I took him and kissed him. That smile is like a flower !.