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Sunday, August 12, 2018

FLOODED KERALA - OUR HOUSE IN THALAVADY- KUTTANAD - FOUR FEET - WATER LEVEL


Not a flotilla.
This is our house Cholakathu Deepthi at Anaprampal Ambalam Bus Stop  on the Tiruvalla - Edathua Road surrounded by the risen flood waters that has submerged the entire property.

The house is located between the famous Bhagavathy temple at Chakulathkavu  and the celebrated
St George Forane Church Edathua,  two places of pilgrimage where lacs and lacs of believers converge
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We are in Thalavady, Upper Kuttanad,   the Rice Bowl of Kerala in Alapuzha District, Kerala State, India.

The house had been built by our Pappa and Mummy after Pappa's retirement from KDHP Co Munnar in January 1975. Though begun in 1974 the house could be completed only in 1976 due to a lack of finance.  While Pappa had been a B Covenented official at the KDHP Co it was a real struggle as he had to send all the three children to hostels far away for  education. We had only upto the SSLC at Munnar at that time. When the house, 1500 sq ft, was finally completed we had to climb three steps from road level to enter it. Later on the road was raised several times with the result we had to go down more than three steps to step into it.

Water has merrily crept inside too. It is over one foot in the front room. The level is a little  low in the other rooms.It is several weeks since the floods. Flood waters enter the house at will. We have no idea when the inundation would finally recede. It is a tough call for the people of Kuttanad. Except for houses very recently built flood waters have entered  all the other houses in the area. A few of the houses are under six feet of water.

What I admire most is the unrelenting spirit of the people of Kuttanad. They never give up.They fight the elements that are against them all the time and not surprisingly they are the winners at the end.

After Pappa had passed away in 2008 the house belongs to Laji, my younger brother. He is at present staying at Kottayam. He maintains the house well and visits it once in a fortnight. We  visit the place bimonthly and spend a day or two there. A cousin's husband looks after the upkeep in our absence.
The house is kept just as Pappa had left it in 2008. It has all the facilities for our comfortable stay.
Mummy had passed away in 1978. Shorn of his companion of 29 years Papa had carried on gamely till nemesis had caught up with him. Losing both the parents was tough and it had left us stranded. The pain was unbearable. It still is.

Our visit takes us back to the good times we had in it. It is a journey back in a time machine. It keeps us  away from the hustle and bustle of our busy life for a while. It provides us some quiet moments to reflect. It lets  us connect with our relatives and with people who had held our parents in high esteem. It is an opportunity to remain incognito for a while. It is an occasion to think of  our parents and remember the love and affection they had showered upon us. The sacrifices they had made for us were phenomenal. We reap the benefits accruing  to us as a result of  their prayers. They had faith to sustain them. It was blind, absolute and strong. It was effective. We are nowhere near them on that score.

The deluge came after I had posted the earlier paragraphs. Water level  in the house went up to four feet. We can't reach the place as the whole area remain inundated. We had all the facilities there like Fridge,TV, Gas connection, Mixie, Vessels, costly Furniture, Pump set, beds, modern toilets,  and whatever one would need for a comfortable stay. All gone in a wink.


STARK TRAGEDY STARES AT A WELL TO DO FAMILY

What does one do when he has a  highly educated son, an architect by profession, who does no work, stays at home all the time and fights with the parents ? Tom in fact had been well employed. But he took every one by surprise when he  quit the job after twenty years of service. His wife had divorced him a few years ago as she could not suffer him for more than two years of married life. For her divorce was bliss. Fortunately there were no children.

Tom was  staying in his own house half a Kilometer from his parents' place. But he made the parents look after all his needs including food, non alcoholic beverages, essential articles and even money though he had tucked away  ten million Indian Rupees in his bank accounts. It was a pitiful sight when the parents trekked the distance four times a day to keep Tom well supplied with all his necessities  365 days a year.

In legal terms it is called cruelty to the elderly that  is a cognizable offence.

Tom relished the enforced hospitality. He enjoyed ringing up all the friends and relatives of his parents and siblings and speak ill of them without any let up.

Tom was an abject failure in stewardship. He did not take good care of the wonderful capabilities he had been  blessed with. In other terms he was not employing  the talents he had and was letting them rust. When you waste your talents  you are wasting your life. Is it not?

Tom was  the eldest son in the family and he had two younger brothers, Mark and Mathew, who along with their families  were staying with their parents. They were  senior officers in the State Government in their prime. The presence of Mark and Mathew kept the parents, both seventy five years of age  in a semblance of normalcy. Mark, an accountant  had a son, Phil and Mathew, a teacher had a son Dave.  Their wives were nurses in the District Hospital at Kollam 65 Km away from their residence. Fortunately they could commute and that kept the family going. As the eldest, Tom had  received  plenty of love and affection from the parents, the sole and lone recipient till the twins had  arrived, a couple of years later. Tom grew morose when he saw that he had to share everything with his siblings. He hated them even though the  siblings  loved him to the end of the world. The paradox was that he never even loved or respected the parents from whom he had unabashedly sourced love and affection.Tom never shared anything with his siblings. He never bought anything for his parents or flooded them with gifts from his earnings like most of the people did. He found joy in receiving and taking.  Though life is  a give and take affair Tom never gave anything away.

The truth was, the house where Tom resided, had been built by the parents. The demand Tom had been making on the parents consistently was that they had to turn the twins and their families out of their house. He was oblivious of the fact that the twins had been taking good care of the parents.

Exasperated, the parents sought help from Manoj, a counselor. Manoj, after a few sessions with the parents, Tom, Mark and Mathew could see that it was 'Helicopter parenting' that had played havoc in the family. 

Manoj assessed through protracted interactions that the parents had  deliberately kept self  confidence out of the children's system. They had felt they alone knew what was best for the children. They had thought the children  were incapable of taking decisions independently. They had appropriated decision making to themselves on behalf of their children.  The obedient children went along with the parents. It was quite convenient for the children. They never had to think or initiate any action on their own. It was wonderful for the children. But the outcome was terrible.   They became incompetent. Incompetent on every sphere projecting them as incapable on every count no matter their academic achievements. They  were never prepared to face the world. The parents forgot the major role in parenting. The fact that the children became  abject failures suited the parents well. They had the major role in all their decisions and their lives. Look at where it had landed the poor children when they grew up.  'Incompetence thy names are Tom, Mark and Mathew.'

Manoj knew he could alter the situation. He told Tom,  Mark and Mathew that he was there to give  them a hand. He said they could  retrieve the status. if they would be  with him. He told them life was to live.  He advised them not to saddle life with imponderables or perceived atrocities mounted on them with a vehemence or vengeance by people closer to them. 

He advised, "You can't live in the past. You can't redraw the past. It is the present that matters. Live in the present. Act to make it pleasant. Make the best of your life. I am  to give you a hand. I want you to do well in life."

Manoj carried on, "In the good old days everyone you came across could teach you
something that you had never been aware of. That was  how you had  learned. The more you learned you would  learn that you have more to learn. You would learn that you were prejudiced and blind. You would  learn that every person was different. You would  understand that the difference was to be celebrated and respected and not ridiculed. You would learn that nothing was  beyond an enthusiastic driver who refused to take no for an answer."

Although Tom had reservations Manoj somehow managed to fix up an interface with Tom after several attempts. Manoj had the shock of his life when Tom like he had been doing to all his visitors had locked him in.

Though Manoj feared for his own life,  he took courage in seeking out what was wrong with the odd family he had come across. It was a vitriolic out pour from Tom. He said he was sick of his parents,  the siblings and their families. They were all conspiring to destroy him physically, mentally  and financially. He dwelt on his favorite theme of banishment of  his siblings and their families from the parents' place. As he was unemployed he wanted his parents to transfer the title of the house that belonged to his parents to his name. While Manoj queried where the parents should stay after the transfer of the property Tom shirked his head and replied it was none of his business.

While Manoj could see that Tom's mental equilibrium was in tatters, he put a series of  questions to Tom in order to resolve the vexed issues that had plagued him. He asked whether Tom had at any point of time  returned  the love and affection  to his  parents or the siblings. Manoj put to Tom to think for a while and provide an honest answer and if the response  was positive Tom had to look inward to determine if it was really true. He further advised Tom that if it was  not, he had to look for where he had gone wrong and make amends.

Manoj quoted 'The Duchess of Malfi' a drama written by John Webster in 1612- 13 where the central characters are a Duke and a Duchess and where one doesn't come across the Duchess in it except through the monologues of the Duke. The Duke is autocratic. He brooks no competition. He steamrollers everyone he suspects. The Duchess was no exception meeting a gory end.

Manoj conveyed to Tom, "It tells you why you are what you are."

Tom had no answer to a series of questions from Manoj.

"Do you know you have two nephews? Do you know that their names are Philip and Dave? Do you know that Philip is Phil? Do you know that they are two adorable boys? Do you know where they are studying? Do you know the class they are in? Have you ever seen them face to face? Have you ever uttered a word to them? Have you ever expressed your love to them through words or deeds? Have you shown kindness to them? Have you ever gifted them even a piece of Chocolate ?What wrong had those little angels done to you to ignore them out and out?"

Manoj continued, "It may be you don't like their parents. But remember when you are in  dire straits -physical or mental- you would only have your own siblings to extend a hand to lift you up. Do not love them, do hate them  but keep in mind  there would be no one else to lend you a hand."

Tom responded, "God would be there."

The counselor reminded, " But God acts only through the chosen ones. For a human being they are the parents, siblings and close relatives in that order at the end."

Tom replied, " I don't care."

Manoj understood it was a lost cause and parted with a poser, " Would you ever be what you always have to be?"

Manoj heaved a sigh of relief when Tom unlocked the doors and the gate and allowed him to step into freedom. He advised the parents who were waiting anxiously that counseling alone would  be inadequate to cure Tom. Tom was in urgent need of medical attention.

As neither the parents nor Tom were in agreement with Manoj on the diagnosis,  status quo remained in the family.   

Manoj guaged the spirited evasion may only be  the forerunner  of  an all consuming explosion that no one could prevent. It could occur anytime without any notice as  the actors were all on a self destruct mode.

Manoj left for home after crossing his fingers hoping  nothing untoward would ever occur.





ON SELF DEVELOPMENT AND MOTIVATION

THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING
by
Norman Vincent Peale initiated my  transformation from what I had been to what I am.
Kind of before and after.

Published in 1952 I consider it the best todate for self development and motivation.

YOU ARE AWESOME
by
MATTHEW SYED

Great book. .
Recommending it for everyone that is if you have not come across it yet.

It is a must read
BOUNCE
by
the same author 



In 
YOU ARE AWESOME



MATTHEW SYED

narrates the history
of
J K Rowling
&
HARRY POTTER.
Probably the most
successful book series of all time.

MATTHEW SYED

Continues

Famous Failure 

JKRowling creator of Harry Potter says,

" Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had  a strong will and more discipline than I had suspected"

She spoke from her life.

At 32 before her first novel was published she was broke and unemployed.
She wrote her first novel in a coffee shop with her baby daughter asleep in a pram next to her.
After she had finished her book 12 publishers rejected her manuscript. 12 turned down Harry Potter!

She didn't give up. She believed in her work when nobody shared her vision.

Finally a small offer from an editor who could see something magical in the story saw her determination pay off.

The rest is history.

JKRowling  today is the best selling author, multimillionaire and philanthropist.


Thursday, August 9, 2018

PHUBBING

For those who are ignorant.
'PHUBBING' isn't good for any one.
The word ' Phubbing' is derived from 'Phone' and 'Snubbing'.
The introduction of the Mobile Phone has coined the word 'Phubbing'.
In simple terms when you ignore a person sitting across and go on playing with your Phone or watch TV you are phubbing.
No doubt your bad manners are projected and displayed  prominently and you will lose your opportunities, friends and even your job due to your phubbing.
Phub is used as a verb also.
You can say ' I have phubbed you phubbing'.
Take care for your own future.

BIRTHDAY GREETINGS TO A VERY SPECIAL PERSON

We wish you a very very happy happy birthday.
We wish you have many many more.
We wish you have pleasant prosperous days ahead
We cherish the memories of your childhood
And the wonderful times
We have had and have
Grateful for the love, affection and care
You bestow upon us
And Aaron, Anoop and
Reshma
And not to forget
What you are to
Ammachi
And all our dear ones
We praise the Lord for your wonderful outlook and character
We are sanguine
Your ardent belief and
Faith in the Lord
Will let you cross all the Hurdles
That impede your path
We  pray for a fruitful long life and future for you
We pray that God lets
you
Banish the trying, hard
Times you  have been
Put through for good
For when the rain comes
And unleash its fury
With no let up
Sunshine is not
Far behind
We pray you have happy
Days
And happiness that are
Boundless
We pray that the Lord
Is with you in all your
Ventures
And leads you
And shows you the way
We praise the Lord for blessing you with Ann,
A wonderful companion, friend and guide
Who walked and walks with you in your hours of
Turmoil and turbulence
And Evana
Who we pray  make the best of her life
And grows to a beautiful
And an intelligent dame
Full of vigour, love, merriment,
Joy
Obedient with the fear of the Lord instilled in her
Making it meaningful
The struggles of
The doting parents

Sunday, August 5, 2018

THE FINAL DESTRUCTION - APOCALYPSE

There was a forward in our family group highlighting the evils or to put it aptly disasters or calamities that had occurred  on   date 26 over a period of time. It threatened  that apocalypse is on on its way.

It made no sense.

I am posting excerpts from the forward and  my comments on it  as I firmly believe the idea of  harping on a particular date is  odd and repulsive. It  is  love alone that would  make this world a better place to live.

Excerpts

*Is it a Coincidence???*

 China Earthquake
 26th July 1976

 Gujrat Earthquake
 26 January 2001.

 Tsunami in Indian Ocean
 26th Dec 2004

 Mumbai attack 26/11
 26th November 2008

 Taiwan earthquake
 26th July 2010

 Japan Earthquake
 26th February 2010

 Now Nepal earthquake
 26th April 2015.

 *Why is it Always "26" ?*

A number of interesting facts that we'd think about it:

Do we realize ... ???

Aceh Tsunami 26-12-2004,

Jogja Quake
26-05-2006

Mount Merapi Eruption
26-10-2010

Tenggarong Bridge
Samarinda, Indonesia
Collapse
26-09-2013

26 Okt
Haiyan typhoon

Recent earthquakes in Nepal on 26-04-2015.

Why all this Occur on the date of 26th?

Is this a coincidence ??

Comments

Apocalypse - the final destruction is the favourite theme for all the prophets of doom or doomsday.

Ever since we grew up to little children we have been threatened with apocalypse.
Jesus never did that in His teachings or exhortations.

He taught us to pray and love each other.
Look into one's own self. Do we obey Him or follow Him?

Do we spend a very little fraction of our time, our effort or wealth for our  brethren that would include our own close relatives who are in acute necessity of financial or emotional support?

If the answer is yes, no apocalypse can ever touch or harm us.

Unfortunately we confine ourselves to the perceived safety of our own four walls.

The selfish conduct is the harbinger of our own apocalypse and not that of the world.

The world will go on and on as our God is the God of love and not  of hate or of the ultimate ruin and destruction.

While it may be true the events or the calamities had taken place on the 26th why not speak of the good things that had happened in the world since its origin. When the rain comes sunshine is not far behind.

Articulation of love than of apocalypse would do a world or host of good for the world.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

MUMBAI FLOODS-AGNES’ AGONY



Agnes hails from Fort Kochi. She belongs to a middle class family there. Agnes had her education at a College in Ernakulam where she had done her Post Graduation in Chemistry. Her parents had soon arranged her marriage with Davis, a receptionist in the office of Air India at Mumbai.

Davis played soccer well. He was the goal keeper of the Air India Football team that had been at the top of the Mumbai League for a while. As his appointment was on the sports quota his job profile was cut out. He was under orders to practice and play the matches and attend the office when there were no practice sessions or games.

The marriage saw Agnes and Davis set up their home in Mumbai. Davis had been allotted a flat in the Air India Colony at Santa Cruz. Agnes managed to find a teacher’s job in a private school at Santa Cruz. The family life was happy and peaceful.  As the years went by Agnes gave birth to a baby girl. The baby, Florence grew up to a lean and tall beautiful girl.

Davis, as he became older had to take leave of the game he had loved very much. Those were the days when one could land a job in Kuwait easily if he had the right connections. Davis shifted to Kuwait as an accountant. The move was to make up for the extensive damages the family underwent due to the heavy floods in Mumbai at that time. The floods had badly affected quite a lot of Mumbaikars.

Santa Cruz Air Port had to suspend its operations due to the flooded runway. The flood waters had engulfed the runway in a span of three hours. The fury of the floods was unrelenting. The Air India Colony was inundated. The flood waters had entered the ground floor and the first floor of all the buildings there damaging all the possessions of the families that lived there. Agnes and Davis had to build their life anew. It was a tough call.

The stint at Kuwait helped Davis recoup the losses the family had suffered.

Life went on pleasantly. Agnes and Davis  carried on with their jobs. David would come home on one month’s leave each year. Angry floods had spared Mumbai for more than a decade.

Agnes and Florence were staying in their flat. Agnes would go to her School to teach and Florence was attending the Engineering College. Florence had to start early to reach her College in time.  One day a little while after Florence had left Agnes to her horror discovered that the area they were staying was a sheet of water. She could not move out nor go to her school. It was heavy floods again in 2005. Agnes was confined to her home. She was tense as she could not communicate with anyone at all. The lines of communication just did not exist. Agnes could not link with Florence or Davis who was in Kuwait. She had no word from Florence for five days and the distraught mother had  presumed her daughter had met a watery end.

The agony was insurmountable.

There was a knock on her door on the sixth day after Florence went missing. Agnes opened the door with trepidation.

There she was. Her daughter Florence with four of her friends stood there crying.  They were all wet. They had waded through chest high water for a long time to reach home.

It was a rambling narrative.  Soon after the Suburban Train Florence had boarded with her friends was on its way they could see that the train was stuck in the heavy floods. The Train could not move and as the level of water was very high there was no way for the passengers to detrain. Like the rest of the passengers the girls remained rooted to their seats. They could not open the windows as the rain came down heavily. There was no water to drink and there was no food. They were at once thirsty and hungry. The day went off. Night was scary for the girls. They kept themselves awake fearing for their lives. The ordeal went on for the second day and alas the night too. The third day a few good Samaritans who stayed close to the Railway line reached out to them with water and food. It was a big relief. But there was no escape from the enforced confinement. Relief operations were stream lined a little more on the fourth and fifth days. The regular supply of food and water saved them from starvation and a certain fatality.

They could move out of the train only on the sixth day when the flood waters started receding. They however had to wade through chest high water to reach Agnes’ place. There was no way for Florence's friends to reach their homes that were far off. Agnes profusely thanked God for keeping her daughter safe. She provided food and fresh set of dresses for all of them. The girls stayed with them till they could safely reach their homes.

It was a narrow escape for the girls from a watery grave. The many shades and  hues of the 2005 floods had brought the shadow of death closer to many Mumbaikers who were out for a stroll or out on any activity on that fateful day. Some of them had quietly disappeared into open manholes as they were negotiating the submerged roads. A few of them who were travelling in their cars had stopped their vehicles when they saw the water level rising on the road. and chose to wait it out. They kept their windows shut to keep the rain out. Unfortunately for them the water level rose sharply to immerse the vehicles and slaughter them.

There was relief for Agnes’ agony at the end but not for many ill-fated Mumbaikars.

The only prayer is ‘no more massive floods in the maximum city anymore.’