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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.

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








Thursday, February 19, 2026

FLOWERS STARTLE

 As I was driving out today
Flowers beckoned me
They startled me.
They were not flashy
But there was beauty 
All over them
I drove on to keep my date.
It was noon 
When I returned
They stood there
Inviting me to savour
Nature's striking gift
To mankind
Simple yet stunning


                                           Look at the contrast   
                                             Two reds
                                             Stare at  you
                                             Hiding almost
                                             Amidst plentiful
                                             Thick greens
                                             Striking indeed

                                                 


                                                    
                                                     
                   
                            The colourful patterns
                                                   
                                         Surprise
                                                                               


                                                                                   


K RAJEEVAN COMPLIMENTS THE AUTHOR

 On 1st February 2026,
the CSIMadhya Kerala Diocese  Treasury of Knowledge Literary Award  - 2025 
for the best book on Literature (General) 
was presented to ABRAHAM JACOB.
for  the book 
 A WALK THROUGH THE RAIN 

I forwarded the happy news to  K Rajeevan who had served as President of the SBI Pensioners' Association, Kerala.

"What follows is pretty long.
It's on an award.
If you are interested, if you have the time and patience, please have a look. Or just ignore. 
For me, at my age 75 onto 76 it's a big thing. Especially when you are recognised that has never happened in life ever before. That too in the presence of a mammoth assemblage of people.
It was at Kottayam.
Baker Hill
It was a great emotional moment for me and as well as for my dear ones

Rajeevan replied

"My dear Abraham Jacob. 
I am immensely happy and feel proud about you for your remarkable achievement of being the recepient of the Award for best book on literature . My hearty congratulations to you. 
Long long before I had the opportunity to feel the pulse of your most     impressive  and  eloquent expressions in our  "companion". Hence  no surprise in this value addition. However, I sincerely feel that this should have reached you much much before. 
My special compliments for the Title of the book ' A walk through the rain '. 
Wishing you more and more laudable laurels in days ahead.
Regards 
Rajeevan"

It prompted me to respond 

"Dear Rajeevan,

Thank you for the compliments and reading me much earlier.
There are events in your life where things just happen out of the blue.
When the book was published, I never thought it would catch the attention of anyone at all. 
The award was beyond even my dreams.
The presentation was spectacular. Imagine the feelings when I accepted it in front of a mammoth assemblage of 10000 plus.
Later, the next Sunday, a friend at the Church queried, "How did you become a writer, the way you were into a world of figures whole of your life."
I must say life takes inexplicable turns.
36 editions of Companion,  compilation of the minutes of 36  executive committee meetings and on the job challenges had built my prowess in editing. I am grateful to you for entrusting me with the opportunity and for believing in me.
Each and every person I have met have taught me quite a lot. I am still learning. You are placed among the top in the list.
I keep on writing. My blog grows. Quality is what I stress. I edit several times before the blogs are published. Even then apprehension is within me.
It's like the manner in which I closed  the introduction to the book - 'A writer will write. It's not for him to self-evaluate.'
The Principal of the KUTSeminary was telling me that each of the articles was conveying a message.
And Rev Dr Santy S Paul,Faculty there, conveyed to me that  through what I write, I was making people to 'walk' along with me.
As regards the title, the book has a poem with the title. The poem is a bit long.
My brother, after reading it, was sharing with me, he felt he was walking through the rain.
Well, this has gone on for long. Beg your pardon for taking away your precious time.
I don't usually go off like this.
But we knew each other well. And we were good friends.
Perhaps it must have made me unleash.
Thank you once again for your message.
Regards to you and every one at home
Abraham