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Sunday, February 22, 2026

THE VILLAGE OFFICE AND A WILL



It was the saddest moment in the lives of the family of Robert Raj. They could see that the 73 year old head of the family had very little time left on earth. 

Robert had been a State Govt employee for 30 years till he had retired at the age of 55. He had  served conscientiously all through the career. He began his official life as a clerk in the collegiate education department at Chittoor. Transfers took him across Kerala. The final halt was the Intermediate College at Trivandrum.  Time Scale promotions had taken him to the Office superintedent's post. Then he bowed out of the service and settled into the  life of a pensioner. 

As Robert's wife, Helen, was a teacher in a private school at Tiruvallom, the husband and wife had taken a wise decision to settle the family at their ancestral home at Koliyoor. The distance was hardly 4 km from Koliyoor to Tiruvallom that Helen could easily commute by the KSRTC Bus. Helen looked after their four children - two boys and two girls - while Robert's  had been moved across all over Kerala on his postings.

The children grew up to fine gentlemen and beautiful ladies. As they had studied hard, they were able to secure admission at the CET,Trivandrum. The degree in engineering had secured jobs for all of them in the Central Govt. owned companies. The only hitch was, while both the girls were employed by the ONGC at Bombay, the sons were absorbed by the Bhilai Steel Plant.

Three years after Robert had retired from his job,  Helen too retired as HM of her school.
Their pensions  provided them finacial security. As both the husband and wife were not spendthrifts, they had built sufficient savings to see them through their old age. Since the children were all away, they pulled on with their lives togther. Those were happy days. The intermittent  visits of the chidren had spiced their lives.

For a while life was placid. But nothing is permanent in  life. Sickness raised its ugly head.

Robert was stricken with a fever that refused to recede when he was 72. The visits to the doctors were daily feature, but futile.  Finally, Robert was admitted at the General Hospital, Trivandrum.
It was diagnosed that the ailment was pneumonia. Though Robert was administered the best possible treatment, his condition deteriorated. Doctors could not stablise him. 

Later, the prognosis was given and the patient was discharged with the advice, that paliiative care alone was further required. There was no neglect at the hospital.

Despite their busy schedules, the sons and daughters of Robert Raj reached their home. They looked after their father very well. But they knew it was a lost cause.

The whole family was by his side, when Robert Raj breathed his last. The funeral took place the next day. 

Life couldnot be put at standstill. The children had to return to their jobs. Helen was left alone at the house where the family had seen happy days together. The laughter resonated there even in that loneliness Helen was subjected to. She took the suffering gamely.

However death brings in its wake a host of issues. There are accounts to be settled. The Will has to be executed. The ownership of the properties left behind by the decaesed has to be transferred. 

Six months after the death of their  dear father, the children came together on a short leave to complete the legal formalities. 

The Village Office is the place where all such important matters are  finalised. But when they visited the Village Ofice at Tiruvallom they were made to run in circles. They were instructed to produce several documents. When they said they had very little time on hand the staff at the office grew in indifference. They were heckled. They were ridiculed.

At last, the official agreed to listen to them. He verified all the documents they had produced. Helen and the children were there.

After the official satisfied himself that those who were present were the sole descendants of the late Robert Raj, he advised all the children to move out of the office. He said he wanted to speak to Helen alone.

Helen who had been a silent witness to everything that had been happening there suddenly raised her voice to a very high pitch

She said in Malayalm, " Ivar aarum purathu pokan pokunnilla. Avar ividethanne nilkum.
Nee enthinanu avarodu pokan paranjatum, ennodu thanne samsarikkanamennu paranajathum enikariam. Enikku veray bhartavundo ennu chodiakkanalle. Ninnepole orupadennathine njan kandittundu. Eluppam vendathu cheyyanam. Ente pllarku avarude jolisthalathu pokanullathanu.Avarku veruthe kalayan samayamilla"

Translated into Englsh, it could be read as,"None of my children are going out. They will remain here itself. I know very well why you had asked them to go out and said that you wanted to talk to me alone. Is it not for asking me whether I have another husband. I have seen many people like you. Do whatever has to done fast. My children have to proceed to their workplaces. They have no time to waste."

The exalted Govt. Official was stunned at the outburst.  Without a word, he signed all the documents and literally pushed them all out of his divine sanctuary where he had been lording over the common man for a very long time with his antics.

The next day morning, just as the children were preparing to proceed to their workplaces, the Village Officer, Tiruvallom made visit to their house. He said he was very sorry at what had  happened at the office the previous day. He was a very good gentleman hailing from Cheruthuruthy. 

He said the official who had given them  a harrowing time was a top leader of the organisation of the Govt. employees. He was corrupt. He had no hesitation in placing hurdles at  all the vistors to the  Village Office. He said, because of the political leanings of the corrupt and inconsiderate official, no one could do any thing to correct him or initiate action agaist him.

Helen and the entire family expressed happiness over the simplicity of the Village Officer. They offered appreciation for the visit and his soothing conversation. They were grateful to him for sparing his precious time for their sake.


BRICKBATS AND BOUQUETS OVER THE POST ON JDANIEL

 


When one steps into creative writing and its publishing, brickbats and bouquets are the natural corollaries.

 You would be flooded and floored with brickbats on your venture - the tottering steps into the domain of publishing. What you present would be critically analysed and you would have the real image on how people look at you and take you on for your faults, foibles and failures.  

Bouquets will be far and few.

A writer writes - from experiences, visualization and imagination. It could be freewheeling.  It's a natural progression from a void to a crescendo. 

He presents from the innards. There would be passion and  emotion that drive him.

He derives from an urge that prods him on. 

The product is unveiled.

Then the writer looks for the brickbats. 

They reveal what people have truly in mind.

They advise you where you have erred according to their perception. 

And you are happy the brickbats have been turned on.

It helps you to look at you from their eyes. Something you cannot activate from within.

A true revelation that alone can make you blossom.

...............................


The  earlier post on JDaniel had evoked a few excellent responses.

I present them.


The first was a phone call from Satyan J Kairana

who became the Principal of St Thomas a couple of years later.

He said the post was a true reflection of JDaniel and he was happy he could go through that.

Incidentally Satyan had won the President of India's award for the best teacher while he was in service. 

To me,  JDaniel certainly had deserved such an award. 

But I am sad no one had recognised him though he never craved for awards or recognition.

However, he remains and lives on in the minds of the countless number of his students  who have become what they are solely due to the sca he extended with love and affection. 

.................

Quoting the  second  from Sheila Paul, eldest daughter of JDaniel


"Thank you Lalachayen for this beautiful account as a tribute to Pappa. I was not aware of some of the details and have only a vague memory of some. This is precious for all of us. ❤️ I always wonder how we all lived so very happily in that house in HNR , always welcoming extended families who visited us. It was such a joy for us when we had someone like you, Saji and some of our other cousins and their children stayed with us for a longer period. Those were the lovely care free days, made so by Pappa and Ammachi’s strong faith and trust in our Lord that - Lord will provide.🙏🏻 My siblings always remember that in our childhood, our parents always made sure that we felt that we were on top of the world ! 🙏🏻 Thank you  for remembering Pappa so fondly on this day."

...........................

The third is from a brilliant and highly competent person who has made it big in the world 

"Lalachayen, 

Appreciate your post on Danichayen. He was a much loved person in the family. He also opened his house to me. 

In all this praise, I fail to understand why a paragraph with negative connotation was dedicated to my father. It is out of place and unwarranted. Also fail to understand the irony of accepting Koshi Paul as  Babychayen but having a problem with J Daniel becoming Danichayen. 

Respectfully request every one on this group to refrain from talking negatively about anyone who has already gone on ahead of us.

Sorry if I offended you, but no rejoinder or justification is warranted."

...........

I loved  the virulent reaction. It reminded me of the commands of an era long gone by.

And as I said in the post, JDaniel became 'Uncle' to us solely because he wanted it that way. We obeyed him. It was unfair if anyone wanted us to disobey him. 

As for 'Babychayan' instead of Koshy Paul, a name I had not mentioned anywhere in my script, there had been no irony. We had been structured by our parents to address him 'Babychayan'.  We were just obeying our dear parents on that when we were in an impressionable age.


......................

While I thanked Satyan J Kairana profusely over phone, I had sent a 'Thank you message' for two responses. I left the fourth alone.

.....................

There had been a fourth response as well.

 It is from an eminent person who has done extremely well in life


"Pappa felt the use of uncle had a very distant western feel to it and trained us to address all his family as Mummy, Pappa, achayen, ammama and so on... that was his love for each member of his family which he wanted us to feel and convey too. 

Danichayen loved each of us as his own,  we spent quite a few summers with him at honnavar or hubli,  wonderful times of joy  and laughter. 

Appachen and ammachi were with us in Hubli before Appachen went to be with the Lord, ammachi continued with us in Secunderabad too, much after Anish was born too, till she said she wants to go to honnavar.  She lived for a year or so thereafter under the loving care of Danichayen and Animmama. 

Truly exemplary and inspiring"

...................

I am indeed happy there have been frank responses.

That too from people of high intellect.

I am grateful for that

I look forward to more and more responses.

...........................
















Saturday, February 21, 2026

EMBRACE AND ACCEPT

 


Embrace and accept yourself just as you are. 


The process of acceptance  has to extend beyond appearance to how you view the physical toll of your work. 

Never feel insecure on your appearance.

 Remind yourself, the downturn in appearance when you work hard with relentless effort, is not a flaw at all.


Mammootty narrates an experience.

 


Mammootty narrates an experience. 


Once he had bought a hearing aid for someone. 

He used the gift briefly, but then discarded it. The reason was, he had never experienced sound before. 

And it had terrified him.


The veteran actor adds, "Hearing is a blessing."

MAMMOOTTY

 


MAMMOOTTY


We understand the value of our own abilities like sight, hearing and sense of taste or smell only when we lose them.


Doing good, encouraging those who do good and opposing evil - these are the greatest things we can do on earth.

RANA DAGGUBATY, ACTOR, SPEAKS

 

       RANA DAGGUBATY, ACTOR, SPEAKS


                                                                         


 You don't expect that anything would happen to you.                   
You normally think  nothing would ever go wrong with you. 
You always think you are the centre of the whole world.
I first learned I could be pushed aside when I became sick
You know what to do when a friend or a member of your family falls ill.
You know very well how to respond to that.
But when it happens to you, you don't know how to respond, or what to do
Of course, a large number of people would be   sympthetic
They  wish to know what has really happened to you
And they would be  very much shocked that your health is in jeopardy
                    


                    


When life was going ahead fast paced, the pause key was pressed. Blood pressure went up. There was calcification around the heart. Kidneys struck work.  There was 70% chance for paralysis and internal bleeding. Death was 30% closer. My films had taught me to overcome stringent hindrances and rise up in  life like the hero in the films.

When the diagnosis had been confirmed it  shocked me to the core. 

Friday, February 20, 2026

J DANIEL FORMER PRINCIPAL St THOMAS HIGH SCHOOLHONNAVAR UTTAR KANNADA KARNATAKA INDIA

 

I and we as a family have so much to pen on 

J Daniel.

The association began when he married Animmamma.

Being Mummy's younger sister I had a special relationship with her.

I still remember her walking into our house at Munnar when she had visited the place. She was a student of UCCollege Aluva. The students from the College were on a tour.

She got down from the bus  as the group was returning from Mattuppetty. There is a dam there. It was one of the wonders of Munnar at that time. It still is. I was thrilled to be with her. She had spent the night with us and left to join her group the next  morning. Our house was below the road to Mattuppetty.

Every year Mummy used to visit Niranam and Animmamma was there to take care of me.

When she was married to JDaniel we were all there. It was at the Jerusalem Church. Niranam

I was in the primary school.

They had their first night at our Kumbalathu House that no longer is ours.

The next day JDaniel came out. He made friends with me and Leela.  He was wearing a pyjama and a shirt of identical colour.  It was the first time in my life I had seen such a dress. Didn't even know  its name.

He quietly told us to address him 'Uncle.' 

He became Uncle to us. He still is. 

Though he is no more.

Babychayan, Mummy's twin brother, when he heard us addressing JDaniel as 'Uncle' showed aggressive displeasure. He had repeatedly told me to address him or to refer to him as Danichayan from my young age upto my marriage whenever we came across. Afterwards he gave up.

Uncle used to flood me with gifts whenever we were together at Niranam or when he had visited Munnar. 

He was so wedded to Honavar and St.Thomas, he preferred to remain at Honavar. It was a relationship established in concrete.

It was the time teachers of Malayali origin  were finding employment at Ethiopia.

Once Mummy in her ignorance and her deep desire to see her sister and  her brother in law well settled in life had suggested that they both ought to make a beeline for Ethiopia.

Uncle quietly told her, he had no desire to leave Honavar, but he assured her he would never make Annie starve.

Mummy never returned to the topic

Once, I completed my MA, he took me as his own son.

Whatever I am today is solely due to the invigoration he had induced.

He had no need for that. He had his own four children. Those days the income they both generated was not enough for sustenance. Yet he took me under his wings. He ensured the blossoming of a nincompoop to an individual of substance.

Well I have much and much more to write. But I very well  know that in these days of capsules, you would detest me for flooding the WhatsApp.

Today, I am happy all his children are doing well in life. I am happy they have been richly blessed by God with riches.

Uncle had firmly believed in God. His God looked after him well. God has listened to his prayers. I am happy  his dear companion Annie and all his  children  have grown from those Honavar days to what they are today.

He cared much for his father in law and mother in law. When he came to know how they were suffering in their old age, he had sent Animmamma with a single mission. He told her to bring them over to Honavar.

And he looked after them. There is more to what he did there. But I prefer to go silent on that

Of course, as time has progressed, relationships  are no longer close. Everyone is busy with their own lives. No one has the time to think of anyone else. It's the way of the world. 

Riches come, vanish 

They come again 

They vanish again

The cycle goes on

But love stays

With us

But in the far corner of my mind everything is alive. They would remain like that as long as I am around.

I thank God for the wonderful relationship I had with Uncle.

I thank God he had sent JDaniel, my uncle to earth to fulfil God's vision and mission.

And I know he is a winner there.

...............................................

This post had evoked a few excellent responses.

The first was a phone call from Satyan J Kairana

who became the Principal of St Thomas a couple of years later.

He said the post was a true reflection of JDaniel and he was happy he could go through that.

Incidentally Satyan had won the President of India's award for the best teacher while he was in service. 

.................

Quoting the  second  from Sheila Paul, eldest daughter of JDaniel


"Thank you Lalachayen for this beautiful account as a tribute to Pappa. I was not aware of some of the details and have only a vague memory of some. This is precious for all of us. ❤️ I always wonder how we all lived so very happily in that house in HNR , always welcoming extended families who visited us. It was such a joy for us when we had someone like you, Saji and some of our other cousins and their children stayed with us for a longer period. Those were the lovely care free days, made so by Pappa and Ammachi’s strong faith and trust in our Lord that - Lord will provide.🙏🏻 My siblings always remember that in our childhood, our parents always made sure that we felt that we were on top of the world ! 🙏🏻 Thank you  for remembering Pappa so fondly on this day."

...........................

The third is from a brilliant and highly competent person who has made it in the world 

"Lalachayen, 

Appreciate your post on Danichayen. He was a much loved person in the family. He also opened his house to me. 

In all this praise, I fail to understand why a paragraph with negative connotation was dedicated to my father. It is out of place and unwarranted. Also fail to understand the irony of accepting Koshi Paul as  Babychayen but having a problem with J Daniel becoming Danichayen. 

Respectfully request every one on this group to refrain from talking negatively about anyone who has already gone on ahead of us.

Sorry if I offended you, but no rejoinder or justification is warranted."

......................

While I thanked Satyan J Kairana profusely over phone, I had sent a 'Thank you message' for the other two responses.

.....................

There had been a fourth response as well.

 It is from an eminent person who has done extremely well in life


"Pappa felt the use of uncle had a very distant western feel to it and trained us to address all his family as Mummy, Pappa, achayen, ammama and so on... that was his love for each member of his family which he wanted us to feel and convey too. 

Danichayen loved each of us as his own,  we spent quite a few summers with him at honnavar or hubli,  wonderful times of joy  and laughter. 

Appachen and ammachi were with us in Hubli before Appachen went to be with the Lord, ammachi continued with us in Secunderabad too, much after Anish was born too, till she said she wants to go to honnavar.  She lived for a year or so thereafter under the loving care of Danichayen and Animmama. 

Truly exemplary and inspiring"

...................

I am indeed happy there have been frank responses.

That too from people of high intellect.

I am grateful for that

I look.forward to more and more responses.

...........................