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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

A LEAF FROM LIFE

                  

                    A LEAF FROM LIFE


Papa had retired from KDHP CoLtd - it was James Finlay for a while - on 31January1975.
We left Munnar on 30 January 1975.

Papa's retirement had led the family into a turmoil. Unfortunately Mummy had passed away in 1978. As Papa was staying alone in our house at Thalavady, we had applied for a telephone connection at the house for accessing him through phone. Several years went by. The phone connection did not materialise. Exasperated we withdrew the application. It was BSNL or its predecessor.

Years later when Laji with his family was staying with Papa, they felt acutely the necessity of a telephone connection at home. An application for the connection was submitted again. In about two years the phone was allotted and it was installed at our house in no time.

The fun began there.

Those were the days when mobile phone was yet to make its entry in the country. But there was a solace. One could access anyone in the country through the STD (Subscriber Trunk Dialling) facility. It had made communication smooth and fast.

Earlier one had to book a call at the local telephone exchange. You would be placed in the waiting list. They would put your call through when you move up in the queue and reach the number one slot on the waiting list. It was a cumbersome procedure where you might have to wait for pretty long a time.

Naturally, when you make STD calls your telephone bill would leap frog.

The question is, when you obtain a telephone connection after a long wait, what would a sane person do. In the normal run, he would surprise his dear ones and friends with calls from the newly installed phone.

I just wonder, who gave the odd idea to Papa. 

He took out several Inland Letter forms and wrote out to everyone - son, daughter, relatives and friends - that he had been allotted a new telephone connection and that the phone had been installed at the house. He inscribed the phone number in the letter. Fortunately there was a letter box in front of our house and it meant he didnot have to walk far to post  the Inland Letters.

Then he sat at  home.

He was happy, many of the people on receipt of the Inland letters had phoned him up.

At home, in Trivandrum, we had all been busy with our heavy schedules. We expected Papa to ring us up from Thalavady, expressing his happinsee on the obtention of the new telephone connection. Phones at home were a rarity at that time.

After a while, when there had not been any phone call from Papa we surmised he was not going to call us from his new phone.

We called him. He was full of rancour. He said he had advised many people that he had a telephone installed in his house and they were  provided the the number. He had a grouse that I was the only person who did not call him at once though I was his son. He was very angry.

I kept quiet. I didn't know what to make of it. As I looked at it, being his son, Papa ought to have called me on the phone the moment it was installed.

Those days telephones were a luxury. People were overjoyed when they were allotted a phone connection.

I told Papa when I met him later, instead of writing a letter inscribing the phone number,  how wonderful it would have been if he had surprised me with a call from the new phone.

Well, Papa kept an iconic inscrutable face and the issue ended there.




WAITING FOR A TABLE PATIENTLY AT HOTEL ARYANIVAS THAMPANOOR TRIVANDRUM

                                                     WAITING FOR A TABLE PATIENTLY  
                                                                               AT 
                                                                 HOTEL ARYANIVAS 
                                                                    THAMPANOOR
                                                                    TRIVANDRUM

                                                    They serve excellent vegetarian dishes 

                                                  You need to wait fifteen to twenty minutes 

                                                                       for a place 




Tuesday, June 2, 2026

KNOWLEDGE

 



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.




Monday, June 1, 2026

VIJAYALAKSHMI OF THE KERALA UNIVERSITY OFFICE

 


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.

Sunday, May 31, 2026

PROFESSOR BABU ZACHARIA ON 'A WALK THROUGH THE RAIN'

 


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...."

Saturday, May 30, 2026

INNOCENCE

 

                                                                      INNOCENCE

                                                                       THROUGH

                                                                        PICTURES










EVANA AND ELVIN AT KALYAN SILKS TRIVANDRUM

                               EVANA AND ELVIN AT KALYAN SILKS TRIVANDRUM

                                                         




Their mother and grandma were busy selecting their dresses. 

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.