A LEAF FROM LIFE
Children are the greatest gifts from God. They bring smiles to our lives. They learn from us. They depend on us. We learn from them. We relive our childhood as we watch them grow.They light up our lives.We live for them.We are their role models.They are there when we are in need. They are special. They are priceless.
A LEAF FROM LIFE
They serve excellent vegetarian dishes
You need to wait fifteen to twenty minutes
for a place
Evana was getting ready to catch her school bus. It was 8am. As she was hurrying it up, I said, it would have been good if she didn't have to go to school. She could stay at home and do whatever she felt like doing.
She's eight. It is the second day of the new academic year. She's in the third standard, ICSE, St.Thomas Residential School, Mukkola, Trivandrum.
Evana replied, " No, I must go to the School."
I needled her, "Why do you go to the School?"
She quietly replied, "For knowledge."
It made me look at my years in the school and the college.
I don't know about others, but I never knew why I had been going to the school and the college. But I perceive many of my contemporaries - not everyone - had similar sentiments.
In fact I had hated to go to the school and the college.
I never knew I was being forced to proceed to the college and the school to acquire knowledge. No one ever told me that either.
It had been a journey sans focus.
Every year I had been promoted to the next level. It went on till I completed my degree.
Yes, the focus of education must be the acquisition of knowledge.
And nothing else
I have to admit, it took 54 years and an 8 year old girl to teach me the true meaning of education.
VIJAYALAKSHMI OF THE KERALA UNIVERSITY OFFICE
Lila conveyed to me a very sad news when she came home from office one evening Ms.Vijayalakshmi had succumbed to grievous injuries she had sustained when the scooter she was riding was hit by a bus. The unfortunate accident had occured at the Kumaranasan Roundabout in front of the Kerala University Office at Palayam, Thiruvananthapuram.
It had been a surprise to me when I observed Vijayalakshmi arriving at the Kerala University Office riding her Lampy Scooter in the early 1980s.She wore Kurti and pant as a saree clad woman could not ride that scooter. Of course, Sarees were the fashion for women across Kerala and Kurti and pant were considered alien and obscene at that time.
The Kinetic Honda revolution that launched the female population on to the roads of Trivandrum was yet to take off. Vijayalakshmi was more or less the single woman on a two wheeler those days.
Vijayalakshmi was an employee of the Kerala University at its office. She was a spinster. She was pretty happy that way. She was conscientious. She never compromised on her work.
The Lunch recess was the time when the women employees got together in a hall. Vijayalakshmi was the livewire in that assembly. They would play carroms, cards or chit chat at that hour.
Vijayalakshmi was certainly versatile. She played tennis. She loved sports and games. She had been there with a whistle at the annual sports meets of the University staff. She was into coaching as well. She used to accompany the teams when they travelled to any other place..
It was retirement for her when she attained 55 years in age. But as she was single, she would reach the office at the lunch hour to meet her friends and participate in the games. It was contentment for her.
When she had been working at the Kerala University Office, the entire traffic at Palayam was routed straight to the LMS Junction. Later recurring traffic snarls had made the planners reroute the traffic from the VJT Hall to proceed past the University Library and take the Kumaranasan round about towards the fly over that skirted the Chandrasekhran Nair Stadium and reach the main thoroughfare in front of the Mascot Hotel. The arrangement had been brought about to relieve the pressure of traffic at the Palayam Junction.
Vijayalakshmi, perhaps, could have been unfamiliar with the revised traffic arrangement that had not been there while she had been working at the Kerala University Office. As everyone knows, human mind finds it extremely difficult to absorb changes that occur out of the blue. Poor Vijayalakshmi was a victim of the traffic reforms that were instituted to benefit the public.
Vijayalakshmi had been a trend setter while she had been alive. Riding her scooter to reach her office, she had revolutionized the thinking of the women and the society. She showed that women could accomplish whatever men did. She had proved women were a force that could not be written off as weak and meek. While women driving vehicles or riding scooters are not a novelty today, it had been unbelievable those days. No one believed that women could accomplish such a feat. What Vijayalakshmi had done was, she had dismantled the traditional and restrictive age old gender barriers that had imprisoned the women of her time. She had successfully unlocked the potential of unfettered freedom for the women in this part of the world.
A walk around the Kerala University Office, today would tell us through the neat rows of two wheelers and cars driven by the women employees, that it was Vijayalakshmi who had energised them to reach for the stars.
It is Carte blanche for them today.
Prof Babu Zacharia, taught English at Marthoma College Tiruvalla. He began at UCCollege. After two years they didnot absorb him. He was discarded. Though CSI, Marthoma had no hesitation in appointing him.
He was a very good teacher. Excellent Sports Commentator on TV and Radio too.
He had grown up in Trivandrum.
He stays in Trivandrum after retirement.
Recently I had passed on a copy of the book,
A WALK THROUGH THE RAIN to him.
Today (31 May 2026), while at the CSI Christ Church, he conveyed to me he had read part of it now. He said what he read was indeed good. He told me it was a heart to heart narration.
He assured he would revert after finishing it.
I was happy on the feedback from such an accomplished authority
When I posted this to Rev Dr Santy Paul, he responded.
"Truly encouraging... (Much more than that...)
Indeed a rare experience only an author could feel....
Dear sir, thanks for sharing the joy, which is inspiring...."
EVANA AND ELVIN AT KALYAN SILKS TRIVANDRUM
Grandpa took them to the mirror.
They were playing.
Suddenly Elvin went on an exploration quietly slipping away.
A momentary lapse on our part.
We went searching for him.
Then a salesgirl brought him to us from another corner.
We resolved never to let him out of our reach in future.