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Friday, November 21, 2025

MOVING FORWARD

 

It was 20th November 2025 yesterday.

48 years ago, this day, the soul mates met for the first time. 

20th November 1977

Boy meets Girl. 

Girl meets Boy.

I was reading a book

The Temporary Roomie

Sarah Adams

I felt certain passages had a connect with us.

I have fine tuned them along with a few additions 

 Excerpts 

"Do you always get your way?" I ask.

"Nearly always, yes."

"It's the jaw. It's hard to say no to."

"He's heavy handed. He's bossy. He won't back down from me. And he's exactly what I need and want." 

--the reasons I disliked him at times and yet had fallen for him.

No sense looking back, while you're still moving forward

You were strong and determined. And also exactly my type.

I've wanted you from day one.

I tried myself to wriggle out. It didn't work.

We were clearly meant to be together from that day, 20th November 1977, almost 48 years ago - to be exact 47 years and 11 months.

Time now is 10am. An hour away from that 'love at first sight,' convergence.

Grateful to God for having you as mine.

Grateful to Georgechayan and both sets of our parents for their facilitation that brought us together.

When I saw your picture the first time, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever come across.

When we met you disarmed me with your smile and the laughter in your eyes. To me you were incredible.

I was at once attracted to you. I could see you were my type. My dream girl. The one I wanted most.

I look at this beautiful woman, always wondering how fortunate I am that God apparently took enough pity on me to drop her into my life when I never deserved her and never will.

She gives me a warm loving smile, her hair fanned out around her and face tilted to look at me - calling me Lalcha -

the indelible image I have of you in my mind.

You deserve the world. You have the kindest, warmest, most giving heart on the planet. 

All I want is to see that you are safe and well taken care of.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

RETAIL BANKING TODAY

 RETAIL BANKING TODAY

The first rule in retail is to convince a customer to hold the object they are interested in, because their brain will subconsciously claim it as theirs.

Banking too is in general retail.

Here the bank has to sell the idea of opening an account to the customer.

And when the customer opens the account he has to be encouraged to remit funds to the account in trickles even on a daily basis.

This had been the banking of yore. 

The scenario has now drastically changed. 

You can remit cash into your account free of charges only thrice 

 in a month. 

If you exceed that, you are charged. In SBI it is Rs.59 per each transaction. You can see that much money disappearing from your hard earned savings. It must be similar in other banks too.

All the same the bank  can encourage them to open RDs as well

Their trickles would do wonders for them.

For the Bank  too.

But Banks are no longer Retail today.



Monday, November 17, 2025

PERSNICKETY

 PERSNICKETY


Placing too much emphasis on trivial or minor details; fussy.

"She's very persnickety about her food"

GOLDEN HEART

 A conversation between two ladies on the brother of one of them.

There is a  question to the sister by the other, "Has he always been so PERSNICKETY?"

(PERSNICKETY is -placing too much emphasis on trivial or minor details; fussy.

"she's very persnickety about her food")

The sister replies, " He is one of a kind. He is focused. He knows what he wants at all times. And that's why he's always been the reliable one .... The guy you turn to when everything falls apart, and somehow he can hold it all together. It's his decisiveness, his attention to detail, his drive ... all of those aspects are what have gotten him  to where he is today in his life and career. It works for him."

The friend responds, "Well, it just annoys me. I am serious. It's that decisiveness that makes him think he rules the world. He needs to be knocked down a bit."

The sister is unconvinced. She responds, "It's a matter of time before you fall in with the rest of us. My brother might be overbearing at times - trying to fix things when he should be quiet and making sure everything is sitting at a 90 degree angle on any given surface - but ...he's also got the most golden heart in the world. He's lovable."

Sarah Adams
The Temporary Roomie

This was posted to someone dear with a query

"Does it touch a chord somewhere?'

Pat was the response.

"Yea. A gentle man who is my roommate for  48 years ,(who stole my heart with a golden heart  and an open demeanour)."

ANU ABRAHAM DONNY

ANU ABRAHAM DONNY

Message on Sunday16th November 2025 at 

CSI Christ Church Trivandrum

EnglishWorship

Family Sunday

Family : Sanctuary of Harmony and Peace

Family is  where the story of man’s salvation began, the 1st place where faith is nurtured and Godly legacy is passed on from one generation to the next. It is the central theme of God’s plan for the happiness and spiritual growth of all members of the family (children, parents, grandparents,and other blood relatives). 

Family is the safe haven where we must cherish, respect, care, encourage and love each other. Unfortunately, today families have turned into places of despise, distrust, fear and even murder. 

Why? How come?

 Let us turn to the Word of God, for the answers. 

1) Family: Sanctuary for saving lives 

We have failed to reassure and deal kindly with those who need it the most. We resort to twisted methods to hurt and destroy. We fail to see that God alone is in charge. 

In the last chapter of Genesis (chapter-50, vs 15 - 21), we learn that Jacob is dead, and Joseph’s brothers are wondering what stand Joseph will take now? Will he avenge himself, for all the wrongs they did to him? However, Joseph does the unexpected; he reassures them in vs 19, “Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God?” He reminds them in vs 20 that though they intended harm, God intended everything to happen for good, to be exact the saving of many lives. 

Can we say the same about ourselves? How many times have we tried to destroy our siblings & fellow beings over petty things, things that we cannot take to the grave. Joseph’s brothers came with cunning (again), sending him a false message. However, Joseph knew himself, who he belonged to and who he served - hence, he reassured them and dealt kindly with his family. 

2) Family: Sanctuary that holds on and does not give up 

We have failed to truly understand and failed to share the LORD’s LOVE. 

What is our stand towards those who have chosen to be reckless and to waste themselves, like the ‘younger son’ in the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32)? Can we not wait for them, keep looking out for them anticipating their return, and when they do return, can we not celebrate and be glad, because these beloved ones were dead and are now living again; they had been  lost and are found? Let us change the ‘elder son's’ attitude of bitterness, resentment, self-righteousness to the feeling that we are entitled to greater rewards because of our obedience and loyalty; let’s not see God’s grace as “unfair'; let us not be filled with pride and jealousy, believing that we have somehow earned God's favor through our actions. Let us examine ourselves - do I really need to earn anything in this life other than the grace, mercy and faithfulness of the LORD?

3) Family: Sanctuary of God’s chosen people holy and dearly loved 

Is all lost? No - there is yet hope, when according to Apostle Paul in Colossians 3:12-17, we have to put on love which binds us all, irrespective of our errors, faults, shortcomings and failures; let us be compassionate, kind, humble, gentle, patient, bearing and forgiving each other; thankful and grateful that Christ’s message lives amongst us abundantly, helping us teach and correct each other through the love and wisdom of the SPIRIT; and allowing Christ’s peace to rule our hearts. 

4) Family: best sanctuary Model 

We can restore society when we restructure our families using Psalm 103, which depicts the model for the spiritual family and earthly parenthood. David teaches us that God is the Perfect Father, who blesses generations and forgives and disciplines us. In vs 1-5 we see the LORD’s greatness and all His benefits to us; Seven times David had used the word 'praise'.  Let us be grateful and teach our children too to be grateful for everything. Vs 6-12 reminds us of the LORD’s forgiveness and HIS extreme love for us. Vs 13-16 shows us the LORD’s compassion and sympathy, and how frail mortals are. Let us hold on to the promises HE has kept for us and our generationss. Let us praise the LORD all our life, not stopping for any circumstance nor situation that may hinder us from praising and worshipping HIM as families. 

5) Family: The Blessed Sanctuary 

When we remodel and  realign our families to the will of the LORD, both our families and society at large become sanctuaries of goodness and delight, as seen in Psalm 133, like the precious anointing oil that flows down Aaron’s beard and like the dew of Hermon fallings on the mountains of Zion, where there is life forever. 

Let the biblical families of Abraham  and Sarah, Joseph and Mary, Aquila and Priscilla, to name just a few - be reminders of how to raise up strong families, based on faith, perseverance, trust, honesty and pure love, all the while overcoming challenges and build God-centered and resilient sanctuaries that are the sanctuaries of Harmony and Peace. 

GOOD CAPTAIN

 



A GOOD CAPTAIN IS SOMEONE WHO KNOWS 

HOW TO MARSHAL HIS OWN RESOURCES


Do you often fail?

Have you ever failed?

Is failure pushing you into rejection, dejection, depression and desolation?

Are you in the  zone of disappointment,despair, frustration or hopelessness?

Tell yourself,  you are the captain of your own ship.

Take a deep breath. 

Look inward.

Reinvent.

Sunday, November 16, 2025

ANU ABRAHAM DONNY

ANU ABRAHAM DONNY

Message on Sunday16th November 2025 at 

CSI Christ Church Trivandrum

EnglishWorship

Family Sunday

Family : Sanctuary of Harmony and Peace

Family is  where the story of man’s salvation began, the 1st place where faith is nurtured and Godly legacy is passed on from one generation to the next. It is the central theme of God’s plan for the happiness and spiritual growth of all members of the family (children, parents, grandparents,and other blood relatives). 

Family is the safe haven where we must cherish, respect, care, encourage and love each other. Unfortunately, today families have turned into places of despise, distrust, fear and even murder. 

Why? How come?

 Let us turn to the Word of God, for the answers. 

1) Family: Sanctuary for saving lives 

We have failed to reassure and deal kindly with those who need it the most. We resort to twisted methods to hurt and destroy. We fail to see that God alone is in charge. 

In the last chapter of Genesis (chapter-50, vs 15 - 21), we learn that Jacob is dead, and Joseph’s brothers are wondering what stand Joseph will take now? Will he avenge himself, for all the wrongs they did to him? However, Joseph does the unexpected; he reassures them in vs 19, “Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God?” He reminds them in vs 20 that though they intended harm, God intended everything to happen for good, to be exact the saving of many lives. 

Can we say the same about ourselves? How many times have we tried to destroy our siblings & fellow beings over petty things, things that we cannot take to the grave. Joseph’s brothers came with cunning (again), sending him a false message. However, Joseph knew himself, who he belonged to and who he served - hence, he reassured them and dealt kindly with his family. 

2) Family: Sanctuary that holds on and does not give up 

We have failed to truly understand and failed to share the LORD’s LOVE. 

What is our stand towards those who have chosen to be reckless and to waste themselves, like the ‘younger son’ in the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32)? Can we not wait for them, keep looking out for them anticipating their return, and when they do return, can we not celebrate and be glad, because these beloved ones were dead and are now living again; they had been  lost and are found? Let us change the ‘elder son's’ attitude of bitterness, resentment, self-righteousness to the feeling that we are entitled to greater rewards because of our obedience and loyalty; let’s not see God’s grace as “unfair'; let us not be filled with pride and jealousy, believing that we have somehow earned God's favor through our actions. Let us examine ourselves - do I really need to earn anything in this life other than the grace, mercy and faithfulness of the LORD?

3) Family: Sanctuary of God’s chosen people holy and dearly loved 

Is all lost? No - there is yet hope, when according to Apostle Paul in Colossians 3:12-17, we have to put on love which binds us all, irrespective of our errors, faults, shortcomings and failures; let us be compassionate, kind, humble, gentle, patient, bearing and forgiving each other; thankful and grateful that Christ’s message lives amongst us abundantly, helping us teach and correct each other through the love and wisdom of the SPIRIT; and allowing Christ’s peace to rule our hearts. 

4) Family: best sanctuary Model 

We can restore society when we restructure our families using Psalm 103, which depicts the model for the spiritual family and earthly parenthood. David teaches us that God is the Perfect Father, who blesses generations and forgives and disciplines us. In vs 1-5 we see the LORD’s greatness and all His benefits to us; Seven times David had used the word 'praise'.  Let us be grateful and teach our children too to be grateful for everything. Vs 6-12 reminds us of the LORD’s forgiveness and HIS extreme love for us. Vs 13-16 shows us the LORD’s compassion and sympathy, and how frail mortals are. Let us hold on to the promises HE has kept for us and our generationss. Let us praise the LORD all our life, not stopping for any circumstance nor situation that may hinder us from praising and worshipping HIM as families. 

5) Family: The Blessed Sanctuary 

When we remodel and  realign our families to the will of the LORD, both our families and society at large become sanctuaries of goodness and delight, as seen in Psalm 133, like the precious anointing oil that flows down Aaron’s beard and like the dew of Hermon fallings on the mountains of Zion, where there is life forever. 

Let the biblical families of Abraham  and Sarah, Joseph and Mary, Aquila and Priscilla, to name just a few - be reminders of how to raise up strong families, based on faith, perseverance, trust, honesty and pure love, all the while overcoming challenges and build God-centered and resilient sanctuaries that are the sanctuaries of Harmony and Peace. 

EMIN & BIBIN

 


EMIN & BIBIN

Emin & Bibin are students at the KUT Seminary, Kannammoola. They are in their third year BD. As they were quite good in their studies they had been deputed by the Seminary to the Bishop’s College, Kolkata for a four month’s Exchange Programme. It meant they attended classes at the College for one semester. It was a window for them to the world far away from their own environment. According to them, it was a lifetime opportunity. They said they were happy they could be in another city. They could mingle and interact with students from across the country. The challenge was, they had to satisfy themselves with food habits quite alien to their own state. They found food quite cheap in Kolkata. Their experience was, the cost of food for the whole day had never exceeded Rs.150.00

Emin is Emin Joseph Michael and Bibin, Bibin Varghese Mathew. They are from the Pathanamthitta District of Kerala.

Christmas is a time of celebration at the KUT Seminary. Students are encouraged to create and devise programmes.on their own. They decorate the Seminary Campus bringing their imagination into play. The Stars and the Christmas Trees draw admiration from the visitors and the passersby.

As part of the decorations, the proposal of Emin & Bibin to make a Christmas Tree from empty plastic bottles at their Hostel drew wholesome acceptance by the students and the faculty. There lay the problem. The headache of creating something out of nothing falls on the proposers themselves. There was no exception here. Once their proposal was accepted, Emin and Bibin were assigned the duty to make the Christmas tree with plastic bottles. The beauty was, they were expected to bring their design into fruition within a week.

One good thing about both the gentlemen is that once they are into something, they dive to the deep bottom and rise up victors.

The major issue was the sourcing of the empty plastic bottles. Their extensive enquiries led them to the Kochuveli – Thiruvananthapuram North – Railway Station. They rode their bike to the station. They started enquiring from the fifth platform. However, they learned they had to meet the Station Master, who alone could provide them the information they needed. They climbed the foot over bridge and reached the first platform that had the Station Master’s Office.

As they were moving on the platform, they overheard a boy of around 15 years of age enquiring with an official of the Railway, where he could catch a train to Mangalore. They heard the response too. He had to reach Thambanoor for that.

In the meantime our friends could meet the Station Master who provided them the contact information of the contractor who had been clearing the empty plastic bottles accumulating at the station. But when they contacted the person, they were advised they would have to wait  as he was in a location half an hour away.

Though the smell of the banana fry was permeating there from the Tea Shop on the platform, they resisted the temptation to enjoy it with  tea, since they had left for Kochuveli soon after their Lunch at the Mess. They were fitness freaks.

They had half an hour to while away. They went on exploring the platforms. It was tiring, but they hated idling. There was nothing else to do.

As they went on, the boy they observed earlier had approached them. He had a strange request. He wanted them to speak to his mother at Nileshwaram. He explained he had never been in Trivandrum before.

The mother sought their assistance. She said the boy had reached Trivandrum through his own fault. He had come down from Nileshwaram to Ernakulam to partake in a sports event . When he had reached the Ernakulam South Railway Station he had boarded a train to Kochuveli by mistake instead of catching the Train to Mangalore. As he was very tired he had slept throughout the journey. At last when the train halted at Kochuveli, the cleaning personnel woke him up and had advised him to detrain.

The mother requested them to help her son board a train to Mangalore from Trivandrum so that he could reach home without any hindrance.

Our friends asked the boy whether he had any food after he caught the train in the wrong direction. The reply was interesting. The boy said as he was training in the Gym, he had regulated his food intake.

They however felt it was not right to go without food for such a long time. They took the boy to the Tea Shop and bought him the tempting Banana Fry along with tea. As they found their resistance melting, they too enjoyed the snack.

Emin and Bibin decided to proceed to Thambanoor and help the boy catch the train to Mangalore. But there was a glitch. The time was 2.30pm. The next train to Mangalore from Thambanoor was leaving only at 6.30 pm.

Emin and Bibin found a solution. Emin said he would return to the Hostel as two people alone could ride the bike.

Bibin took the boy to LULU, Trivandrum and they didn’t even know how three hours had gone off fast. The boy did have a good time. He enjoyed the Food Court very much.

Bibin finally took the boy to the Thambanoor Railway Station and helped him buy his ticket and saw him off on the train to Mangalore.

The boy was grateful to Emin and Bibin. To his query how he should repay their kindness, they replied, “If and when you happen to find person in a similar predicament, please assist him like we have done for you today.”


 

 

 

 

 

 


Saturday, November 15, 2025

I AM SCHEDULED FOR SLAUGHTER



                                  



I AM   SCHEDULED FOR SLAUGHTER

People write their autobiographies to enable posterity remember them. Inert objects do not have that privilege. How can they do that when they are not human beings? But, I, Lakeview , am fully alive. I am not inert. I was full of life. I am full of life.

However, I am scheduled to be slaughtered anytime now. My current owner and his people vehemently think that I have outlived my utility. They strongly think that at the age of 50, I cannot be salvaged. They think I am past my prime. They think that a house of 1200 sq. feet is very large and that it is wasting a big area that could be utilized for agriculture. Yes, I am what I am. I am a house. A house, where people happily lived together.  I was a house filled with laughter.

The foundation stone for me was laid in November 1974. Present were George Mathew, his wife Sally George and his elder son Roshan. George was a Service Engineer with the Malayalam Plantations, Suryanelli. Sally was a home maker. Aged 24, Roshan was jobless. He was a post graduate. He had worked as a Lecturer in a Junior College in Bhatkal, Karnataka soon after his post graduation for one year, 1972 – 73. George was the owner of a property measuring 45 cents at Alamthuruthi, adjacent to the lone culvert on the Alamthuruthi - Chathanparambu road. He had purchased it during the period 1961 to 1974 in four tranches. It is located just 1km from the Alamthuruthi Junction on the Tiruvalla - Kayamkulam Road.    A square plot that has a magnificent view of the vast paddy fields, it was aptly named 'Lakeview.' The siblings of Roshan could not be there for the laying of  foundation as they were at their Colleges. Riya, a post graduate student, was at the St.Teresa’s College, Ernakulam and Rajesh, a Pre degree student, was at the Mar Ivanios College, Trivandrum. They were staying in their hostels.

A few months before settling on the current lay out, George  had decided to build me facing the west. Necessary preparations had been done for that. But his Ammachan (Uncle) had dissuaded him. The advice was, building a house facing the west would invite disaster (dosham in malayalam). Though George was a firm believer in the power of Jesus, he was a nest of superstitions too.

It was dichotomy.

When George had purchased the property, his father was alive. He advised George to build a nine room row of shops there. The idea was to rent it out and earn an extra income. There was no SWOT those days. George went ahead with the construction, borrowing the maximum from his Provident Fund. Since PF loans were approved only for building dwelling places, George had submitted a plan to build two floors projecting the first floor as his place to stay. He then reneged and did not construct the top floor. The PF authorities reciprocated. They initiated recovery process for nonperformance. Since he had no means of survival if the recovery was effected Geoge gathered courage, and met the PF Commissioner. He took pity on George and cancelled the recovery process.

The beauty was once the building was completed there were no takers. At last all the nine shops were taken on lease at Rs.15.00 each per month. However, there had been default in the payment of rent. One barber did not pay rent for 24 months and finally he returned the key with a demand that he must be paid some compensation for vacating the room. The lesson was never go for anything without SWOT. But it was too late.

George and family were in Suryanelli. In 1974, George learned he would have to retire at the beginning of 1975. The employer was extending his service for one year each at a time after he crossed 50. George knew he had to build a house in the plot he owned. As I have recalled earlier, he had planned to build a house facing the west on this plot. The lay out for the basement was marked. Then his Uncle Kochukunjachayan advised him it would be nothing but ‘dosham’ if the house faced the west. George at once discarded the plan, unwound the ropes and a new layout facing the east was set out. It is where I stand now.

Since a house could not be constructed all at once, George built a lean to behind the shops where the family stayed for two years.

My construction was in multiple phases. Initially the basement was built just above the level of the  road that skirted Lakeview. Then assuming the road would be raised further the height of the basement was raised by another two feet. George and his elder son who was employed by then together went on to bring me to a partially finished state. The family of five began staying in this house that was me. While my interior had been plastered, the exterior was not.  The electrical wiring was temporary. I displayed hanging cables in all the rooms. But the big relief was, I was lit by electricity.

George had no pension. He didn’t have much savings either. The education of the three children took care of whatever he earned. What surprised me was, despite severe shortage of cash for their survival, the family was always happy. Laughter filled the air. They staunchly believed in God. I believe that must have pulled them on

Later, at the time of the marriage of George’s elder son, permanent wiring was done in my interior. But before that Sally, the mother of the house was afflicted with brain tumor in August 1977. It was Cancer of the worst kind, Glioblastoma. Alas, she succumbed to the illness in May 1978.

I was very happy when my exterior was plastered in 1980. I looked a complete house. But there was no mother in the house.

George lived on till 2008. He died after the mismanagement of his treatment at Pushpagiri Medical College Hospital, Tiruvalla when his hip was broken in a nasty accident at his younger son Rajesh’s house at Kurichy.

I was really happy Rajesh and his family enjoyed the hospitality I had offered. They were keeping good company for George as well. . When life went on smoothly recurring floods disrupted the peace. I began getting flooded year after year. While any prudent man would strive to rebuild the house flood safe, Rajesh chose to shift residence to Kurichy leaving George forlorn. I knew Rajesh alone wouldn’t have taken that extreme step. To put it mildly, he had been prodded to do that.

Though I and George were alone, Rajesh stayed with us for a few years till he managed a transfer to a locality closer to Kurichi.  While we were pulling along happily, a spate of illnesses forced George to leave me stranded and shift to Kurichi. George finally came back to me lifeless.

With George’s sad demise Rajesh took up my ownership. He would visit me, but never accept my hospitality. Rajesh became the owner of the shops too. He would dutifully collect the rent every month. Gopu, a two wheeler mechanic was one of the tenants.  Gopu had ensured that no one entered my compound without authorization from Rajesh. In return, Gopu had filled the compound with his vehicles and scrap. I looked dirty.

Meanwhile floodwaters were filling me with regularity. Rajesh did nothing to overcome the challenge posed by the floods. It was disheartening to watch a part the lean to where the family had stayed earlier, crumble. I was pained by Rajesh’s response. He said, “Let the whole building collapse. I am not going to spend even a single Rupee to renovate or rebuild it.” It made me understand what lay in store for me.

Later Rajesh relented and had renovated the shop building, a step that ensured Rajesh better rental earnings.

Rajesh has now earmarked me for demolition. I am awaiting the dawn of that day when I will be no more.

It was George’s fervent, ceaseless prayer to the Almighty that I should be preserved for the future. George is no more. Rajesh is preparing to construct a small house in my place to pay lip service to George’s pleadings to God, all the while affirming that he would never stay in the house, George, his father had bequeathed to him with the firm belief that his son Rajesh would stay in the house he had built for him.

George remains forgotten. In this land where people conduct memorial functions for their dear departed, I am sad, the people for whom George had toiled hard ignoring his own interests have cast him off into oblivion. There had never been any  memorial function periodically on his behalf after George took leave from this world. 

I am placing here a few of my pictures. It plainly tells I have become dilapidated solely due to neglect. The Fridge in the pictures is a gift to George by his grandson when he learned that George did not have a Refrigerator after Rajesh took the Fridge in the house to Kurichy while shifting his residence. The gift still works very well.

Well, every life has to end somewhere. I stand here counting my days.

  

 




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Friday, November 14, 2025

EVANA'S EFFORT OF FIVE DAYS

 

            

                EVANA'S EFFORT OF FIVE DAYS

                                  TWO VIEWS







EVANA'S PATTERNS


 

                                                                                  


EVANA'S IMAGINATION


 

COCONUT SAPLINGS AT KUZHIPALLAM NURSERY // Rs.450.00 apiece // YIELDING IN 3 YEARS


 

Saturday, November 8, 2025

LOST AND FOUND

 

LOST AND FOUND

The day was like any other day. It was Friday.  Evana’s Amma was there at the Pettah Bus stop to pick her up when St. Thomas School Bus arrived at 4.30pm on the dot. She had no other go as there was no one else at home to trek the distance.

Amma is a very busy person, on, work at home. IT. She had somehow disentangled herself from her schedule on permission to proceed to Pettah.  Even while she was waiting she had to attend to calls and SMSs and respond at once.

A regular feature in her life.  

Just a kilometer.

To save time she takes an autoriksha  both to and fro.

Expensive. But her tight schedule dictated it.

On Friday she was busy more than ever. And she forgot to take out Evana’s school bag from the vehicle. The auto went off.

It was after ten minutes, it came to light the school bag was missing. It contained Evana’s text books and note books. Evana , 7 years, is in the 2nd standard.

There was no way to track the autoriksha as they did not have its Registration Number.

The entire house was in turmoil. Evana’s grandma, was visibly upset.  Her BP went on a gallop. She went out. Threw open the gate. She stood there hoping the auto would return with the bag. After a while her husband went out and told her it served no purpose.

She had a brainwave. The Residents Association had installed Cameras in the area. Her husband called Rajmohan who had the access. Unfortunately he was at Ernakulam. Rajmohan assured he’d be back the next day and he’d locate the autoriksha through theCCTV.

That was the whole issue. The autoriksha remained untraceable.

The elderly gentleman from the beginning of the episode was sitting there like a Zombie till then, the rest of the people at home had felt. They thought why he was brooding. He didn’t say anything.  He displayed no emotions.

Then he asked his wife to fish out the phone number of Anilkumar, former councilor. INCI. He called Anilkumar. He requested him to help out. “How?” was the response.

“Please circulate among your circle of workers and friends. “

Evana started crying. She was sad the bag was lost because she was careless. The grandpa pacified her. He told her it was something that happened to many children. He assured she wasn’t at fault. He suggested she’d better have some food.

The man went into an overdrive. He called Bobby, neighbour and politician. CPI. Bobby was in a meeting.  He messaged back asking for the matter in Malayalam. Ann wrote out in English and asked Google for the translation into Malayalam. The data was forwarded to Bobby. Bobby replied that it had been in the Janamaithry and two groups of autoriksha drivers.

Then the father in law asked Ann to call Roy, his nephew and seek his help. She promptly did that.

Meanwhile Ann called her husband 10km away, and apprised him of the developments. He called his friend in the Police, an SI. He suggested the  registering of a complaint with 112. Ashwin phoned his father and requested him to do that as he believed his father was pretty good in conveying such issues.

The father called 112. They were very kind. They asked for the Police Station in whose jurisdiction the incident occurred. When the reply was Pettah, they provided the phone number of Pettah P S and advised to refer the matter there. Pettah PS was also very helpful. They advised to file a complaint the next day and that necessary paper and pen were available there.

The father in law and the daughter in law then proceeded to the place from where she took the auto. It was 7pm. No autos were parked there. They waited there for some time and made enquiries. An autorksha driver who had returned by then told them, such bags are delivered either at the union office or the local Police station.

When they sought where the Union Office was with Mr.Jayaram, a shop keeper, he showed them the circulated message on his phone. He assured he would talk to the Union President and advised them to go back home.

Meanwhile the father in law called his friend, Kannan, a painter and who knew many workers at Pettah. Kannan sprang into action and spread the matter through his groups.

The father in law and the daughter in law returned home in an autoriksha. When they revealed their predicament, the driver advised them to post the matter in the Facebook and he assured they’d get the schoolbag back in no time.

Back home while they were wondering what else they needed to do, the calling bell chimed. It was Anil on his scooter with the bag. He said he was the person who drove the autoriksha. He said he had discovered the schoolbag when he reached  home. Though his wife told him to deliver it at the Police Station, his friend Sathy, another Union Leader advised him to search for any ID in the bag. Then he went to the house he had taken a passenger last. When they told him it was not theirs he was certain it belonged to this house.

He was planning to take it to the Police Station in case it did not belong here.

Evana took her bag gleefully. Her Amma tried to give some money to Anil. He declined. He wanted nothing.

Tense moments were over.  The cumbersome issue was the re-creation of the texts and the notes in case the bag was irretrievably lost.

Such a nice man, the family thought.

Three hours

Lost at 5.15pm.

Found at 8.15pm

In the interim, the message for assistance must have reached countless phones.

There is goodness in this world. Kind people abound all around.

The Schoolbag was lost… and found.

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Friday, November 7, 2025

ALL TIME VIEWS REACH 50020// I AM OVERWHELMED




I am indeed grateful to my viewers over the years when I observe that  all time viewers for the blog has crossed the magical number 50000. It is 50020 now.

Quite a landmark for an unknown writer, an alien to English language.

For whom Malayalam is the mother tongue.

Who didnot speak a word in English till the age of twenty.

Where adverse circumstances made him speak English haltingly from that age.

And write.

I am humbled by your encouragement.

I thank each and  everyone for keeping alive your interest in my posts.

You have made me what I am.

AVANTE ORU ENGLISH// HIS BLASTED ENGLISH

 



Something I found interesting. Not certain it would be for any one else.


Recently I watched the movie 'Hridayam'


A few Malayali students had secured admission in an Engineering College at Chennai. Malayali seniors were ragging Malayali juniors. Since one junior had objected he was violently targeted. Some five or six seniors ran into the room where this boy was lying down with fever. They started to beat him up. 


However there was a North Indian in the adjacent room. Though he was a Junior the Malayali seniors had never been after him with their edition of ragging.


Hearing the commotion he entered the room where the Malayali was being beaten up mercilessly. He shouted in English at the tormentors and vehemently told them to stop the beating. He further said he'd beat all of them to pulp if they continued with the violence. 


The Malayali seniors stopped the atrocity at once and trooped out like lambs.


There was a wonderful comment by Vineeth Sreenivasan as they exited, 

"Ee lokathu malayalikku pediullathu otta kariyameullu. English." (The Malayali is afraid of only thing in this world. English)



It was affirmed by the perpetrators of violence when they were in the open, "Avante oru English." (His blasted English)


Vineeth was aptly touching upon the raw nerve of the Malayali -   his epic, phenomenal weakness he would never admit or acknowledge.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

IF ONLY PARENTS ARE MORE ENLIGHTENED

 

IF ONLY PARENTS ARE MORE ENLIGHTENED

The defining theme in almost all films in India is shaadi – marriage.

The Indian psyche revolves around marrying off the daughters at the earliest. Girls are not furnished the opportunities boys are flooded with. The norm here is conservative. It actively stops daughters from reaching their full, free potential. Daughters are weighted down with all  kinds of oppressive ideas of family ‘honour’ even as they have educational and work opportunities. The same parents who encourage their daughter’s lofty qualifications still expect her to prioritize marriage at a certain age, that too as per their choice. In the end, the fence they have preserved stays higher than the bridge they have built.

It means, for every woman who credit her parents for creating space for their ambition, countless women remain tied inside tyrannical conventions. Their dreams are crushed to guard their ‘reputation.’ There is zero justification for the neglect showered upon the daughter.

It is highly regrettable if girls are denied the opportunities parents favour the boys with. Girls must be as free as the boys to choose their own future.  They should never be held back from pursuing a brilliant career. It may be borne in mind that forcing the girls into narrow domesticity is the worst deterrent to progress.

If only  parents are more enlightened  the eventuality  could be reversed. 

K.E.EBRAHIM KUTTY // 72 IS NOT THE AGE TO GO JUST LIKE THAT

 

                                                               

Malayala Manorama 
5th November 2025

Mr. K.E.Ebrahim Kutty (72) Under Secretary (retd) Kerala Public Service Commission 
passed away on 4.11.2025. 

He had succumbed  to the injuries sustained  in a tragic road  accident at Ulloor on 2.11.2025.  It was a hit and run at 4.32 pm that day. As he had been critically injured he was under treatment at KIMS Hospital, Trivandrum. But his life could not be saved.

                                                                       


                                                                         



The news shocked everyone who knew him. They couldn't believe it.
72 is not the age to go just like that.
It was not his fault at all. But someone has to be accountable. 
It is the callous indifference of the system that refuse to plan ahead.
For them it is one more on the road. Plain statistics. 
But the one who has gone is gone forever. The loss to the family is immesureable. Irreparable. Inexplicable.
They are left staring at a dark future. 
His friends have lost their greatest friend ever.
For the society, the good samaritan will never be there.

He had been multifaceted - as a son, husband, father, grandfather, friend, PSC Official and neighbour. 

The PSC Nagar was established at the Neerazhi Lane on his initiative. He was instrumental in ensuring proper maintenance of the road to the PSC Nagar. He had acted in amateur dramas. His neighbours recall that he would be going out for various purposes ten or twelve times day. Two of these were  for seeing off  his grandchild to the school and to receive the child on the way back. He had kept himself busy and active.

At home everything revolved around him. 

The poet once said,"What if the centre cannot hold."

His wife Razia was a very good friend of Lila. They were colleagues. They used to converse over phone on the 1st of every month. Razia did not break it even when they were staying with their daughter in England for a while. 

He had a fine sense of humour. One day he had remarked, "Nammal nellu kuthy chorundu. Innu ellavarum mobile kuthy chorunnunnu." Roughly translated into English it is, "We dehusked the paddy through hand pounding and ate the rice. Today we eat rice while hand pounding the mobile."
 
On that fateful day, he had set out from home on his scooter for a hair cut at the saloon. He parked the sccoter in front of a shop where Neerazhi lane branched off from the National highway and where the traffic is quite heavy.    Then he  walked on to his destination. Something he did as a routine several times a day. All through his life. 

But it was different this time.

He was very helpful to his neighbours. He was there for all their needs

He was very affectionate. The couple bonded well. Loved each other. 
It was a wonderful family.

He taught Malayalam online to his grandchild in England.

As both of them were employed and since they had no one to entrust the children with after the maternity leave of ninety days was over, they had to put the children in the nursery. Though it was  painful to them as parents, the children were well looked after by the nurses there.  The children grew up and did well in studies - one is a doctor and the other an engineer.

Yes, Allah had blessed them all abundantly until tragedy struck out of the blue.

Though shattered, it is certain the family would hold together and their resilence would lead them on.

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Deepti Sharma




 Quote for the day


WHAT GOD HAS WRITTEN FOR YOU HAPPENS ONLY AT THE RIGHT TIME


Deepti Sharma, all-rounder in cricket, who became the first cricketer to score a half century - 58 runs - and claim five wickets in a World Cup match.


It's something we all know but never take to heart.


Deepti continues, " It took us really long to win the World Cup."

" It was destined to happen in India."


Times of India

4.11.2025                             .

Monday, November 3, 2025

Shafali Verma

Shafali Verma

"What happened with Pratika wasn't good - no one wants to see a Player injured.

But maybe God has sent me here to do something good."

(Shafali was suddenly parachuted into India's squad on the eve of the 2025 Women's ODI World Cup semifinal against Australia - despite not even being in the reserves - she spoke with calm about her unexpected recall. It occured when the in form Pratika Rawal had been ruled out with ankle and knee  injuries sustained while fielding in an earlier match)

Times of India.                                              3.11.2025

Please  highlight the sentence, "But maybe God has sent me here to do something good."

The message is for those  who read this post.

Sunday, November 2, 2025

ROHAN BOPANNA BOWS OUT

 Rohan Bopanna bowed out of competitive arena in Tennis at the age of 45. 

He had amassed a 539-410 win-loss record in over two decades as a professional.

He is a two-time Major winner- 2024 Australian Open men's doubles and 2017 Roland Garros mixed doubles.

The 6ft 4' Kodava fought his way from Madapur. a small town in Coorg.

He wrote, "How do you bid farewell to something that gave your life its meaning?

After 20 unforgettable years, It's time.  I'm officially hanging up my raquet. Starting from a small town in Coorg, from chopping wood to strengthen my serve, and jogging through coffee estates to build stamina, to standing under the lights of the biggest arenas in the world-it feels surreal.

I may be stepping away from competition, but my story with tennis isn't over. I want to give back to help young dreamers believe that their beginnings don't define their limits. 

And that with belief, hard work, and heart anything is possible.

This isn't good bye...it's a thank you to everyone who shaped me, supported me and loved me.

Representing India has been the greatest honour of my life, every time I stepped on court, I played for that flag, that feeling, that pride."


Times of India 2.11.2025


Harmanpreet Kaur

 Harmanpreet Kaur, Skipper, Indian Women Cricket team on the eve of the final of the World Cup


"We know how it feels to lose. But we are looking forward to how it feels to win. Hopefully tomorrow will be a special day for us. We've worked very hard - it's now about getting everything right for the team."

Saturday, November 1, 2025

JEMIMAH RODRIGUES

 



It was euphoric.

Times of India of 31stOctober2025 flashed the heady news on the front page with a picture of Jemimah Rodrigues holding her hands stretched skywards  and her eyes overflowing with tears of joy.

GEM-IMAH TAKES INDIA TO WC FINAL

"I want to thank Jesus...my mom, dad and coach and every single person who believed in me....I have almost cried every day through this tour. Not doing well mentally, going through anxiety. Towards the end, I was just quoting from the Bible - to just stand still and that God will fight for me."

The report went on:

Jemimah Rodrigues hit an unforgettable, unbeaten 127 as India (341/5) pulled off a world record chase against Australia (338) to hand the defending champs their first defeat in an ODI World Cup match since 2017 and knock them out of the tournament. The women in Blue will now take on South Africa in the final on Sunday, 2ndNovember2025


JEMIMAH RODRIGUES  THE MATCH WINNER

In the 33rd over of the chase, Jemimah had run out of gas. Batting on 83, having been on the field for 50 overs before that, Jemimah  slog swept Alana King – a shot born of weary limbs, a mind under pressure, emotions pressure-cooked – straight up in the air. Alyssa Healy ran across and failed to hold on.

Jemimah took a moment, and scripture came to her: Stand still and God will fight for me. This was not a desperate cry for help although that would have been perfectly justified in a moment when body, mind and soul have been stretched to the limit. It was Jemimah recognizing a moment, placing herself in the larger scheme of things and becoming the vehicle that would deliver.

Jemimah stood tall, for three hours and thirteen minutes, facing 134 balls for her unbeaten 127 in a World Cup semi final against the best team of all time. She celebrated neither her 50 nor her 100, because Jemimah was in the zone. This was no longer about her. It was about doing what was needed for the team and the country.

Her single minded focus was on hunting down the target.  When Deepti Sharma and Richa Ghosh played precisely the knocks the team needed in the moment with their blinders, it unlocked a second wind in Jemimah that allowed her to tap into reserves she may not have known that existed in her till then.

Jemimah’s presence at the crease – busy, purposeful, defiant, dogged, calm and charged up – more than sealed one end up. She was successfully turning the tables on India’s perennial weakness – the lack of mental toughness to win key moments – that opened up with the fall of Harmanpreet Kaur.

Jemimah willed herself to go on with the mental toughness that puts mind over matter. It was not overcoming the challenge through sheer will alone. It was self empowerment through surrender to the strength of Jesus, her savior. Jemimah was her 100% self who connected with the God of her choosing, of her imagination and not an ephemeral power.

She channeled her fight into an innings for history books. She endured and reached a place from which she could thank her parents in front of the entire world in the greatest moment of her life. The tears of relief streaming down did not blind her to the struggles she had faced.  She thanked her teammates for checking on her, for standing silently at her net sessions, for believing in her when she couldn’t.

In the post match conference she said, “I have cried almost every day through this tour. I was not doing well mentally. I’ll be very vulnerable here. Someone who is watching this might be going through the same thing. Nobody likes to talk about their weaknesses. I used to call my mum and cry, letting it all out. When you are going through anxiety, you feel numb. You don’t know what to do. You are trying to be yourself.”

“I am so blessed to have friends, I can call family. I didn’t have to go through it alone. And it’s okay to ask for help. My family went through a lot. But my mum and dad supported me, stood by me and believed in me when I couldn’t. Sometimes all you need to do is to hang in there and things fall into place. I am very grateful to those who believed in me and understood me. I know I couldn’t have done it alone.”

During her century in the semifinal, Jemimah was often seen dropping to her knees.  She revealed these were moments of silent prayers, smiling through tears. “I was praying. I was talking to God. I did it because I feel I have a personal relationship with Him.  When I can’t carry myself, He always carries me.  I was talking to myself because I had lost a lot of energy. I was feeling very tired. It was a tricky phase. I was wondering whether I should hit out. The learning was to stay there. I played to make sure India won. That was my sole motivation. My thought process was simple. I just had to be there till the end. When you play for the team, not yourself, God favors you.”’

No male cricketer has displayed this level of strength through vulnerability in the public glare and Jemimah has set down the marker. On the field and off it, she lifted everyone around her with her fierce strength and gentle wisdom.  Jemimah touched the world and changed the universe, all by her tiny self. She is just too humble to realize it now.

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Based on the report by Gaurav Gupta and the article in the editorial folio, ‘Jem of a Player & Person’ by Anand Vasu, sports commentator, in the Times of India of 1st November2025.