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Sunday, September 7, 2025

Raise your knowledge level and find your dream job



6/6/2024 


 While I was young the avenues open to children and youth today were just not there.

All the same, as I completed my studies and started looking around for a job, I had to write tests and attend interviews. Though my knowledge level was not excellent , I managed to land a job through the knowledge I gained from my studies and the extra reading I had committed myself to.

There is an article in the Hindu today that tells us how to prepare ourselves for competitive exams. 

Once we are equipped, it is like throwing 100 big pebbles at a mango tree. At least one would reach a mango and bring it down for us to savour. 

Yes, the widening of our knowledge base would help us  secure a job or a position.

It happened to me.

 It can happen to everyone.

Reflections on the great soul on his 107th Birthday



1st February 2023

It's 15 years, this April 5th since Papa left us stranded, orphaned. 91 years 2 months and 5 days is a long time. God blessed him to be in this world for so long. Not everyone does that. Still we felt sad when he departed.

Feb 1st, his birthday, we used to celebrate with gay abandon. There would be the cake that would be shared after the knife is put to it by Papa.

The candle would be lit and extinguished. We would sing Happy Birthday...... The Payasam would be there to be savoured after the sumptous lunch or dinner or the ubiquitous biriyani.

Those days are gone forever. But the memories remain fresh as ever. He lives in our minds.


As the years years go by, people tend to forget the great man. Not even the children may remember him. 


We are grateful for the posts by Biju, Aby, Kochumon and Babuchayan. We know he lives on in the minds of each and everyone because he was an unforgettable personality who had been helpful to all he came across.

God led him. His faith in God was absolute. When he prayed, he would kneel, close his eyes and speak to the creator who stood in front of him. He never prayed for himself. He prayed for everyone he knew.

God did answer his prayers. God blessed us all abundantly.

And we are where we are now.

Though Mummy's premature departure had hurt him badly - she was 50 when she was called back, Jan 15 was her birthday - he had compartmentalised his personal loss and had carried on gamely.

He was our friend, guide and counsellor just as he had been to everyone he met.

--Reflections on the great soul on his 107th Birthday

1st February 2023



Thursday, September 4, 2025

Jog Falls

 View of the Niagra Falls is mesmerising for those who have been there. But for those  who could not make it over there its pictures make them wonderstruck.

But in India we have the Jog Falls. It's a great experience. When we went there, the experienced driver took us to the ridge across. The wind was scary. The driver asked us to lie down flat on the rock and enjoy the scenery. He said the wind  would be very strong and it could take us off from where we stood and push us down.

We did as he said. The view of the falls was fantastic with the stream falling down from the high altitude.

The pun was, if we couldn't have Niagra we could do with the Jog.

At Jog there is generation of electricity.

Jog Falls is created by the Sharavati River dropping in a waterfall, and is located on the Sharavati River in the Shimoga District of Karnataka, India. The Sharavati River flows through Jog Falls before it eventually merges with the Arabian Sea at Honnavar in Uttara Kannada District. The river is a magnificent spectacle as it links with the Arabian Sea. The width is more than a Kilometer at this point. Two road bridges and a Railway Bridge connect Honnavar with Kasaragod.  The National Highway 66 (NH 66) is the highway that connects Kasaragod to Honnavar, as it runs along the western coast of India, passing through both locations. 

Clubs at Munnar// The past

 Munnar of old days. It had three clubs. 

1. High Range Club

Membership was reserved for British Managers and Assistant Managers. No entry for natives or poor Indians. Later, Indians were recruited as Assistant Managers who after a couple of years were promoted as Managers. They too were enrolled as members of the club. The gripewine was that the members with their wives would assemble every evening and they would dance, drink and dine and return to their estate bungalows. Once, two young Britishers as they drove back late in the night - drunk - landed and drowned in the catchment area of the reservoir of the dam, Headworks. Both were interred in the Cemetery of Christ Church Munnar.

The Club had a Golf Course and cricket cum football ground. It had tennis courts too. As we were prohibited from entering the holiest of holy place we had no means to know what else was inside.The Britishers were angling  with their fishing rods to catch trouts from the river cum reservoir and were sun bathing in the process. The club had facilities to accommodate guests. It graciously permitted natives to enter the sacred premises, and watch cricket or football games when they were on. But nowhere else.

It's etched in my memory. Once there was a Football match on the sacred ground. It was between the High Range Football team and an Indian team led by the legendary Indian goal keeper Thangaraj.

I don't remember who won. But we were thrilled when the centre forward of the High Range team, Sekhar, hoodwinked the great Thankaraj and placed the ball past him into the Indian Teams's net. Poor Thankaraj dived but it was beyond him. 'Goal,' the overjoyed spectators and the entire High Range team shouted and danced with glee. 

2. Indian Club


This was for the natives - the staff. It had a good library. There was a canteen. It had tennis, table tennis, billiards, snooker and card games.

There was no dancing. But liquour flowed freely. There were rooms to stay as well.


3. Workshop Club.


Munnar had a Work Shop. The workers there were considered a grade above the labourers - who were called coolies by the Britishers and the term had stuck -but a step below the staff. They were denied entry to both High Range and Indian Clubs. But they were allowed to have their own club - the Workshop Club.

Here, there were table tennis and card games.  Though it didn't have a canteen, it had a free flow of liqour. There was no accommodation.


4.The poor labourers or coolies  didnot have their own club. But they had the Mukkadan where they had Arack or Charayam that was cheap. They used to expend whatever they earned happily at Mukkadan and were content to  remain poor.

It suited the britishers fine. They had an assured supply of labourers for the future as well, as the children of the labourers devoid of formal education were joining the workforce when they grew up.

Fr. T J Joshua on 17022020 //wedding at the Puthupally Church

Today, it was the marriage of Adv. Biju Oommen's daughter at Puthupally. Biju is Lila's first cousin.

Biju is at present the Secretary of the Orthdox Church. Though the Catholica Bava Thirumeni and three other Bishops were there, the message was by Fr.TJ Joshua.

It was thought provoking.  


I wrote the gist there itself as the message was being delivered.

I am forwarding what I could summarise.

It may be relevant to a few and nonsense to many. 

Life is always like that.

What is marriage?

Sharing and caring

Loving and being  loved

Walking hand in hand

Talk to each other heart to heart

Seeing through each other's eyes

Laughing together

Weeping together 

Enjoying together

 Fr. TJJoshua on 17022020 at the wedding of Biju's daughter at Puthupally Church

 Bhowithakathinte athiprasaram

Aadhyatmikathude thirodhanam


Reasons for disruption of family and family life and prevalence of divorce.

FOOTBALL TOURNAMENT//MUNNAR

 Talking point in Munnar for a minimum of three months. 

Biting cold, dry weather or rain people would converge from near and afar and enjoy the game, enjoy the  victories of their favourites and cry when they lose.

The most exciting time in the Hills for all

SHARING EMBEDDED MEMORIES

 Thank you for holding us in your mind and prayers amidst the busy schedule that provides no respite 

We are at Thalavady in  our house that Papa built after retirement from Kannan Devan Co. Papa had a very good and well paid job  there. The construction that  began in 1974 was partially completed in 1976. The family of five stayed here from then onwards. Life was tough with no income and not much savings. We were absolute zeroes. But this was a house of happiness , laughter, faith and prayer in that state of dejection, emptiness  and literal poverty. 

Then God gave me a good job that sort of stabilised us. But God had other ideas. Tragedy struck.

Mummy had a sudden headache on 14 August 1977 that turned to be Glioma, Glioblastoma, a very virulent and malignant brain tumour. She was 49 when she had the big C. She passed away on 30 May 1978 at age 50.

We gave her the best treatment possible. Vellore. But to no avail.

Papa lived on till 5 April 2008 guiding us, helping us navigate.

We were married on 29 December 1977. 47 years.

Reminiscing reverberating memories that are sustained for ever and enshrined in our beings and would never ever fade away and the ever fresh images that flash through the kaleidoscope of life

Happy new year to you  and all at home.