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Saturday, June 11, 2011

YOU CAN AND YOU WILL

YOU CAN AND YOU WILL

I quote an article that had conveyed a great message. (original author unknown to me)


The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

"There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world.

Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a stronger person.

Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.

And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

COACH NELSON AND SREENITH MOHAN

From the Sunday Express of 19.12.2010 published from Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala, India. The article was written by Aswin J Kumar, ENS
Coach Nelson delighted with Sreenith’s show

Sreenith Mohan is a happy lad. He now holds the new state record of 1.98 metres in junior high jump at the state school meet, breaking the old record of 1.91 metres. But there is a happier person, C.M.Nelson, the coach of Sreenith and physical education teacher of Guruvayoor Devaswom Sreekrishna Higher Secondary School.

Nelson watched his ward so closely as he went on to break the record and set a new one at the state school athletics. He let out a wild cheer when the new record was set. It was something special for him.

Six months before when there was not a jumping bed for Sreenith to practice, his coach did something unusual for him. Nelson went around collecting used up beds from Devaswom lodges and prepared a jumping bed for his student. When the cover of the pit kept tearing apart under the impact of spikes, he went to Chennai and scourged the markets to find a tarpaulin that was tough and durable.

Whenever Sreenith, who comes from a humble background, needed quality spikes and sports kit, the coach did not wait for school management’s aid. He spared a portion of his salary to ensure Sreenith did not lack anything. On Saturday, Sreenith repaid his coach by performing impressively. Not only did he come first in the event, he also set a new state record and made his coach proud.

“I knew that he could go a long way. Last year he had won a silver in the same event. He was also the individual champion at the sub-district level this year,” said Nelson, who lives in a rented home in Guruvayoor. Despite his financial hurdles, Nelson along with Raghu have been supporting Sreenith in every possible way.

“I have a family to look after. But Sreenith is like my son. I am sure that he is going to wear the tricolour(national flag) soon. I am now looking for a sponsor who can support him,” said Nelson.

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Comment

Kerala is on the west coast at the southern tip of India. Though small the state has high literacy and is ahead of other states of India in Human Development Index. In fact the HDI compares well with that of advanced and developed countries. The major event in the sports calendar of the schools in Kerala is the state school athletics meet. Talent is aplenty. The story dwells on how talent is nurtured. At Christmas time, Coach Nelson shows  how he fulfils the message of Christmas.

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

WAY OF THE WILL - INFRASTRUCTURE IMPROVEMENT KEY TO DEVELOPMENT


WAY OF THE WILL

(Developing backward areas is not the job of the Government alone. The people can take up development programmes in a simple manner. A blueprint by ABRAHAM JACOB
FROM THE HINDU ‘METRO’ OF 31ST JANUARY 2000 FROM TRIVANDRUM)

Thembamood is fascinating place. The area east of M.C Road is a vast expanse of undeveloped or underdeveloped land. The potential is unlimited. But little seems to have been done for its progress.

The people here are mostly illiterate or semi-literate. The difficult terrain inhibits people from seeking education, let alone higher education. The few schools here offer education upto SSLC. Dropouts are legion. After acquiring little education the people migrate. Unfortunately the inadequacy in qualification forces them to go for menial jobs. They toil hard, but the income they generate is meager, just enough for sustenance.

How do we improve the scenario?

Dr. Mahatir Mohammed, the Prime Minister of Malaysia, found that his country was doomed to remain poor. He turned a few sheets of history. He found that the phenomenal growth of Germany and USA was due to the wide roads – the autobahn in Germany is a showpiece even today. Mahatir initiated historic steps. Today, Malaysia is different.

TWELVE LANE ROAD IN DUBAI - SIX EACH IN BOTH DIRECTIONS 







We have to emulate the great. Let us have four lane roads with four-lane traffic. Develop the roads east of M.C Road to Ndumangad to such a specification. This can be done on a build operate, transfer (BOT) basis. Let the people who use the roads pay the toll till the cost is realized. Let the people whose property appreciates in value pay for the roads. The investment can be recovered within a short time.

It is time that we stopped sending out brilliant citizens as labourers. They must go out as brilliant technical personnel and rub shoulders with the best in the world.

Pullampara Panchayat can take the lead. It must set up technical institutions within the Panchayat – Engineering College, Polytechnic, Nursing College, Medical College and a higher – grade college exclusively for courses such as Computer Science, Biotechnology, Agriculture etc.

Resources cause the major headache. Where do we have the money? The best option is to go for an apolitical body similar to the NDDB of Anand in Gujarat – a Co- operative for the comprehensive development of the place. The head load workers, tappers, traders, planters, landlords and NRIs would be the share holders. Each can take shares according to his/her financial capacity.

Huge amounts can be collected from abroad in large dozes. Even if on an average, the remittance is pegged at Rs.30000.00 per day, per year the money that comes in is an astronomical sum of Rs.90,00,000.00 plus. This is a very conservative estimate. If the sources are duly exploited, crores and crores could be collected. The money has not been put to use creatively.

Dreams take a man to the impossible. We must have dreams. We must transform the dreams to reality.
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Addendum on 16th October 2010
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Expansion of infrastructure ensures establishment of large industries in any locality. Educational institutions of higher learning ensure supply of man power required by the industries. Other southern states in India , Andhra Pradesh, Tamil Nadu and Karnataka realised this well. They had set up educational institutions of higher learning across the states liberally right since independence. See where they are now and what they have achieved.

Thembamood is a village on the outskirts of Trivandrum. I had worked there during 1996 – 1999. I really liked the villagers. They were simple souls. I wanted to do something to better the lives of the people. I knew I could do nothing on my own. I had discussed the ideas I have put forth here with a few representatives of the people. They expressed their helplessness as the prevalent top down system gave them no leeway whatsoever to go for dynamic initiatives. As I was leaving Thembamood after my tenure there, I wrote down the ideas expressed and had sent it to ‘The Hindu’. I never believed it would be accepted for publication in the news paper. To my surprise I found that it was published in ‘Metro’ on 31.01.2000. Nothing came of the blue print for development. Though I had forwarded a copy of the article to a few people who mattered it was never even acknowledged.

Development probably has to seep down from the top down structure and Thembamood occupied the least priority in the developmental concerns of the state and the authorities. Thembamood remains where it had always been that is at the bottom of the pyramid.

There has been a whiff of development in the neighbouring Panchayats. An Engineering college, a Dental College and two Medical Colleges have been set up in the private sector. There is the University Institute of Technology set up by Kerala University. These are not enough. People are supreme in a democracy. The much neglected interior of Trivandrum cries for development. All round development of a region relieves pressure on other developed areas of the state.

Kerala is now looking for avenues to develop Vizhinjam port. There has to be a people’s movement. The company to set up the port can sell shares to the common man across the state at rates affordable to the common man. The money is available in Kerala. It can be done. Malayalam Communications had done exactly this once. We can do this repeatedly to find resources to make Kerala a better place.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010

MUNNAR// WALKING THROUGH THE RAIN

There, the light shone
It was dark
The rain came down
Heavily
The young lad tread
Alone
He was lonely
All the time
Scared
Afraid of the dark
Yet he trode

The roads were slushy
Slippery

Pot-holes abounded
Pieces of rock
Strewn around.

Was it the dogs
Or the snakes
Or the animals
Wild
He feared most
No
He was afraid
Of the dark
Pitch black
The lad was lean
Twelve years

There was no one
At home to keep
Him company

The mother at home
So sweet and loving
Awaited anxiously
The apple of her eye

The rains beat against
The roof and the windows
Lightning and thunder
In quick succession


She peered out
She was alone at the house
Flash floods instilled
Fear in her

The light shone all the time
To seek out the lad
To show him the way
Tell him his mother
Waited for him

The wind swept wild
The trees swayed
The river in spate
Roared
The boulders invisible
Yet invincible
The foam flew on
The road high above
The boy drenched

There was mist
He couldn’t see ahead
A lad of his age ought
Not to have been on
The road at that hour

He had set out
When the Sun was around
A bright sunny day
It was three miles
He loved to read
The library opened its’ doors late
Planters’ library
A big crowd assembled
The exchange cumbersome
It took long

The lights went off
Night, darkest ever
Abrupt the rain lashed
The lad set off for home
The books held close
Wind tried its best
To sweep the umbrella
The boy strained to keep
The books dry

Books meant a lot to him
A loner,
No companions, he had
Found solace in his books
An open window to the world
Where a stranger
He remained.

Learning by rot, detested he
Anathema a life structured

It poured amidst
The dance of fire and thunder
The tall peak in silhouette
The green bushes
Bed softest ever
Angry falls in numbers
On the slopes
The swaying trees
Tall and mighty
Indeed scary

Trout sought haven
In vain
The water rolled on
Vehemence imbibed.

Pity the one in the open
Face the fury

Lo! The beacon
Not far, he urged
The spirit sagging

There were tears in her eyes
Of joy
She held him in embrace
Him she loved most

The flashes lingered
Thunder, the worst
The downpour submerged
All in wake

The mother and the son
In the warmth of the shelter

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Friday, July 16, 2010

ROBIN

Robin passed away today. Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 3.12 PM. Death was peaceful. He was completely laid up the past week. Paralysis, Meningitis and an illness that resembled Parkinson’s syndrome all of which attacked him simultaneously as he was recuperating from a bout of Pneumonia had done him in. We watched helplessly as his condition deteriorated during the week. The pain must have been unbearable for him. We were helpless when he was crying out. Since he could not be shifted to the hospital, we had the Doctor attend to him at home. Manitol through IV was administered for three consecutive days. There was visible improvement when Manitol was given initially.

It just gave us false hopes. The third day it was evident that the system was failing him. Bedsores appeared from nowhere. Sensing the dance of death fleas descended on him in their multitude. He cried out day and night as the fleas bit him. We kept him covered with a sheet to keep off the fleas. He suffered quietly when the fleas did not irritate him.

On his final day, in the morning, I found him with his head down. The message was transparent. He cared no longer. Life was slowly ebbing away. The machinations of the world affected him no more. He was past caring about anything. When I went to him he tried to lift his head with great difficulty. Mute eyes looked at me pleadingly to make him well. He longed to be up on his feet. The eyes were telling me that he was not well. Just as I stroked his head, he moved it desiring me to stroke him at different spots, which I did. The touch was soothing him. Both of us remained silent. Through telepathy I tried to tell him that I was sad he was suffering and that the misery would not prolong. I hoped he understood.

Robin was only a dog. But he was our Robin. He had been with us for the past eleven years. Our late Aniappachayan gifted him to us. Aniappachayan was a lover of animals. He owned a farm. It was a real farmhouse. He was full of ideas. All he lacked was capital. He left behind his wife and two children penniless when a cardiac arrest stole him without any notice.

Aniappachayan toiled hard in his farm. The whole family toiled along with him for survival. Aniappachayan reared the animals, sold the products and made a living. For him, puppies were nothing but a produce of the farm. He sold them whenever they came along.

Lila, on one of our visits to Aniappachayan, had expressed a desire to own a good dog. Aniappachayan assured at once that Lila could have a puppy the next time he had a litter. We forgot the promise.

One day, while I was leaving for the office at Edathua, Aniappachayan met me. He told me that the Labrador had given birth to a few puppies. He had already had a large number of enquiries for them. He was selling them at Rupees Two Thousand each and he asked me to take possession of one of them. He wanted no money. It was a gift. I was really moved. Aniappachayan was not rich at all. He had no job or a permanent income. He had a family to care for. The wants of the family always exceeded whatever little he had. Their requirements always were minimal.
When I returned that evening, the puppy was at home bawling. Aniappachayan had taken upon himself the task of bringing him over to my place.

Pappa, fetched a cardboard carton and reinforced it with wire. There was a slit covered with a piece of wire net. The mobile cage was ready for the puppy.

I took the Venad Express in the evening next day to Trivandrum from Tiruvalla with the puppy. From my place to Tiruvalla, it was the State Transport Bus. The puppy was a fare-paying passenger in both the bus and the train. He was very confident and had announced his presence with vehemence during the whole of the journey. At home, no one had expected me that evening. Telecom services were not extensive and were yet to assume the latter day range, strength and gigantic proportion. The singular contribution and simple reforms of Sam Pitroda were yet to make their dent. The faithful Post Office remained the sole recourse to transmit messages. Reaching a message home was still medieval.

Lila and the children were a surprised lot. Such unannounced visits were a rarity. And I was holding a small carton that bawled at a high pitch. They welcomed the puppy gleefully.

A search was on. The puppy could not remain a puppy forever. He was in need of a name. Several names were floated which were met with instant disapproval. Ashwin, the creative genius, came up with the wonderful name ‘ Robin’. It found acceptance. All of us loved it and the puppy assumed an identity of his own.

There was a jostling crowd waiting at the gate to extend a warm welcome as I reached home every Saturday. The crowd grew in strength with the advent of Robin. He was all over me the moment I stepped in.

Dogs have a unique feature. Though they love all the people at home and are affectionate to all, they have a one master character that stands out. They recognise one person only as the true master. To Robin, I was his real master. He loved, respected and obeyed me more than any one else.

In a very short time, Robin grew up. He was big in size. All black, he was the off spring of a German shepherd father and a Labrador mother. He towered over me when he stood on his hind legs. It was a beautiful sight when he galloped at full steam. It was poetry in black when the white teeth sparkled at night. Visitors made certain he was secured fast before stepping in.

The cats, the rats and the crows were his enemies. Cats scurried to safety the moment he was let free. He would catch and kill rats every night and the children had a job on their hands each morning. The dead rats had to be disposed off. The crows mocked him when he was on the leash. An angry loud burst was his reply. The game went on and we loved it every moment.

He enjoyed most when we gave him a bath. Initially it was the hose linked to the pump. When water pumped at such heavy force caused infection in his ears we discontinued it. The vet who attended him rebuked us.

The bath became an affair of celebration for him. There we were with several buckets filled with water. We were very gentle with mug, brush, soap and all and each session consumed at least half an hour, a ritual minimum twice a week.

Robin liked meat but he loved fish more. Even on his last day, paralysed as he was, he devoured the fish Lila put into his mouth. He moved his head with great difficulty. He would eat only when food was placed very close. He did not take much. Lila was in tears when she fed him.

When he was laid up all the four of us ensured that we would spend some time with him before we left in the morning. We went straight to him as soon as we returned in the evening. He would lick us and invite us to stroke him as he lay there in pain.

We let him roam free when he became ill. The leash was put away for good. We hated to shackle him anymore.

Omana, our help, took good care of him when we were away during the day. She would feed him, drive the mosquitoes and fleas away and ensured that he did not suffer in our absence. She seemed to love him like her own son, a son whom she longed to have and did not have. She could not hold back when Robin breathed his last. She wept without restraint.

Robin always toyed with Ammachi. He would take the opposite route whenever she sought him. She fed him with vitamins when he was a puppy. She brought medicines whenever he was in need of it. Ammachi had seen to it he was in his prime all the time.

When it became apparent that he would go, our hearts went out to him. Medicines, food or Physiotherapy were to no avail. The creator was adamant that Robin had had his day. The progressive deterioration was much more than we could absorb. During nights, when he cried out in pain, we would wake up, stay close and stroke him to provide succour.

The sores and the fleas that appeared out of nowhere were too much to bear. The sun bore down on him mercilessly. Lila and the children managed to provide him shade with a makeshift shamiana. Sheets were tied over the place where he lay critically ill. When the sky was overcast and an outpour was imminent plastic sheets were clipped to the cotton sheets. Blissfully, in reply to our prayers, the rains skipped the Asramam Road.

Finally, on that fateful day, we chose euthanasia. The misery had to end. We had little choice. Otherwise he would have suffered prolonged agony till the end came naturally.

Vijayan came along with us from the SPCA. As I touched Robin one last time, he turned his head and lifted it with great difficulty. The eyes were on to me. They tried to convey so much in that brief moment. The good and the bad we had together. I stroked him. Tears rolled down my cheeks. The past years came very much alive.

Vijayan wanted him on the leash as he administered the medicine. He wished to avoid a violent backlash.

Ashwin had dug a grave for Robin in anticipation of euthanasia. Robin was so dear to him and he could not forgive himself the dark deed. He had locked himself in his room.
Giving vent to her emotions aloud, Lila kept aloof. Anoop who had fought lonely yet successful battles for Robin when he had fallen ill on earlier occasions had wisely stayed away this time. He too could not bear it.

The mantle fell on me. Someone had to help Vijayan. Fighting the tears in my eyes, with trembling hands, I held the leash as the medicine went in. I did not want my Robin to go while on the leash. Much against Vijayan’s admonishment, I took the leash off as soon as the needle was withdrawn. Aware of my feelings, which were intense, Vijayan advised me to go away while the medicine did its job. I went in and broke down. I cried unashamedly for our Robin who had by then become a part of all of us, in fact an inseparable part of our whole family.

It did not take too long. Robin passed away into eternity and became history. Death was quick. He did not suffer at all. Ashwin and I stood there silently. We watched him, as he lay there freed from the turmoil and the agony. Nothing would ensnare him anymore. Vijayan and Ashwin wrapped a sheet around Robin. They carried him to the grave. I stood there as they lowered him. Tears rolled down again when they put earth over him. Lila could not bear to stay close and watch. She watched from afar.

The rains that came down heavily in other parts of the city never made its mark in our locality when Robin lay seriously ill. It was as if nature suffered with him and did not wish to add insult to injury. It was an outpour the moment Robin was buried. Nature was shedding an avalanche of tears for the sake of Robin who must have been dear to it.

Robin had almost been lost to us on a few occasions earlier.

Ashwin did not lock the gate perfectly one night. The next day there was no trace of Robin in the morning. He had managed to sneak away and explore the world through the yawning gap. Anoop and I took the car and went in search. We covered the roads up to Oruvathilkotta, Chakka,Pettah and Pattoor but in vain. Ashwin bore the combined ire of the family. He went around on his bicycle through the by lanes. It was pitch dark. Ashwin finally managed to find Robin in a vacant compound. Robin leapt in joy when he saw Ashwin and followed him home. We still see him lying down sheepishly at our feet with remorse for the transgression.

The infection in the ear and the relative attack by worms had almost killed him. Timely intervention by Dr.Sreekala at the initiative of Anoop and continued nursing care brought him back to life. Dr.Sreekala is indeed an exemplary personality, a doctor who has imbibed the objectives and traditions of her profession so thoroughly well. Assisted by Vijayan she gave off her very best for Robin. They were simply superb.

We fought for him again when he had fallen ill for the last time. We did not wish to give him up without a fight. We were sad when we lost. But laws of creation are alike for all living beings. Robin was no exception. We were happy that we could fight the battle with the limited resources available. Nature’s laws are inviolable. We learned it to our dismay when Robin finally went.

A dog is a dumb animal. One may wonder why so much time and space is devoted to it. Man’s best friend, it has an intelligence that surpass our imagination. When an animal ingrains and endears itself into our lives, it becomes a part of us. When it departs life becomes shallow.

Robin came into our lives eleven years ago. In the short span he was allowed on earth, he became a symbol of love and affection for all of us. He made us love him. He was grateful for the affection we had showered upon him. He was so playful that the trail he left behind whenever he entered the house resembled a tornado in action. I still see him at the place where he lay sick on his final days. When I look intensely I donot see him. At night, when I wake up, I continue to look out through the window in search of Robin. One who loved his master most, he would lie down close to my window. He would stand erect whenever I stood up. He was attentive to the needs of his master. He would lie down when I hit the bed again. A light interruption at the gate or anywhere, Robin would be there though he had been fast asleep till that moment. He would scare the wits out of any, would be intruder through his growl.

Robin, we are grateful to you for enlivening our lives all these years. We are grateful to you for keeping watch and protecting us. We are grateful for the love and affection and the obedience. It was fun when you were around. We miss you. You will remain etched in our minds forever.



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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

YORKED

Your kind attention please.
“Train No 2345- Hyderabad –Cochin Sagar Express is expected to leave at 7.15 pm from platform No 9”. It went on unhindered in Hindi,English as well as Telugu. It is a great mercy that the announcements are only trilingual and not multilingual, imbibing all the languages we have.
The train was still playing truant even when there were hardly fifteen minutes for its departure.
The platform was crowded. There were more people than the passengers. In India each journey by train is a big event A whole tribe descends to see off a passenger. The passenger finds it a Herculean task to wade through the sea of humanity juggling around on the platform and locate his seat.
“Hi Tony!”
The tall boy with thick glasses blinked.
“Good Morning”
He blinked again.
“Have you forgotten us? We are your class-mates.” the girls giggled,” I’m Preetha.I’m Neetu.”
The boy was dumbfounded.
“Where are you off now?”
“Kottayam”, self conscious, Tony replied with a reddened face. Though he had been studying in a Co-ed school for the past ten years, this was the first word he had ever spoken to a girl. Orthodox parents had brought him up. The upbringing was conservative. The unspoken message had ever been, “It’s a great sin to look at a girl, let alone converse with her.”
Tony was on his way to Kottayam to visit his relatives. Rohan, his elder brother, James, his dad and Sarasu, his mother were with him.
A whole year’s planning had gone into this trip. It has been a ritual every year.
James and Sarasu were teachers in a higher secondary school at Kirandul, a God forsaken place in the outskirts of Hyderabad. They were at once teachers and wardens. It had been a tough task to keep the girls off from their own talented boys. They knew their boys would find their own girls. But they didn’t want the girls to distract their sons from their studies. They had lots of unfulfilled dreams. How are they going to realize their dreams through their children, if they are allowed to lead their life as they liked, following the footsteps of their parents.
For James and Sarasu, it had been a courtship that had lasted whole through their school and college. As cupid had grown strong, they could not concentrate on their studies. Talent had given way to mediocrity. It was with great difficulty they could land a job after two children. Life had been difficult and the story might have been different but for the job in the school.
Tony sat there quietly. Across him sat Preetha and Neetu. They were smiling at each other whispering in conspirational tones.
“We have to teach him manners. Why, hasn’t he come across girls before?”
Preetha looked 15 years and was as tall as Tony. Neetu was shorter; but she too seemed of similar age.
Preetha began, “Hey Tony, you haven’t spoken yet. Pity, you don’t recognize us. We’re from the same school and same class.”
Silence, Tony decided, was golden. He got up quietly, walked over to his parents and apprised them of the difficult situation.
“ I’ll go and assess the situation”, said James. He went over. Both the girls got up at once and wished him in unison, “Good Morning Mr. James. How’s ma’m?”
The girls were in slacks and jeans. They looked familiar. James returned to Sarasu. “Why don’t you have a look?” he added, “The girls are our students.”
“Good Morning ma’m,”the girls cried out with respect as soon as Sarasu made her mark. Sarasu was in two minds. “Were the girls really their students or were they bluffing?”
The train started moving. She went back to her seat and asked Tony to go back to his seat. “Be careful, girls are full of venom”, she advised.
Finding solace from nowhere, Tony returned to his seat, grim faced. He took up the textbook for Geography - his mother’s subject, there will be hell to pay if he is not proficient in it – and tried to immerse himself in it.
How can he divert his attention when he has two beautiful girls across, smiling at him. But he held on and kept the book open. Preetha won’t let go. She opened up. “Tony, you are scared of Mrs. Sarasu and Geography. Aren’t you? We too are.”
“ The vacation has given us a well earned respite from Geography,” said Neetu.
Tony went straight to Sarasu.”The girls are from my class. They are scared of
Mrs. Sarasu and Geography.”
“Forget them,” said Sarasu, “Enjoy the journey watching the countryside flash by.”
“What kind of a person are you?” James scolded Sarasu. “You have always been like this. You don’t know anyone anywhere. You do not even know your students,” he added. Sarasu fumed but kept quiet.
“Come Tony, have a bite” Preetha offered part of a samosa she was devouring.
Tony fumbled, looked around and as no one was watching took the samosa and devoured it. He loved samosas.
“Why don’t you buy us a coke, Tony at the next station?” prodded Neetu.
“I’ve no money,” said Tony.
“They are both strict and stingy”, blurted out Preetha glancing furtively in
the direction of James and Sarasu. “We’ll put up the money if you would share
the coke with us”, she added.
Coke had always been Tony’s weakness.
“Dad, Tony is on the platform. He’s buying a coke,” Rohan blurted out
“He must have saved his pocket money. If you had, you could have joined
him.” Sarasu admonished him. Rohan remained passive.
“Thank you very much. You are so sweet.” The girls were in chorus.
“Please open the bottle. We’ll drink from it in turn. There are no cups.”
Though it sounded unhygienic, it seemed not a bad idea to Tony.
Tony, Preetha and Neetu took their own time in sharing the coke.
A day and a night went by. The train passed through several stations
stopping at a few of them. Tony, Preetha and Neetu were having a fine time
They had become very friendly and were cracking a lot of jokes and enjoying
them .
‘Girls are after all good companions,” Tony told himself.
The train thundered into Ernakulam South station.
Preetha and Neetu were preparing to detrain.
They said, “Bye, Mr. James
Bye, Mrs. Sarasu
Bye, Rohan
Bye, Tony, have a nice time”
“Hey, Tony, We’re not your classmates” said Preetha and Neetu in unison as they stepped out of the train.
Tony blinked.
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PARAPLEGIC FIGHTS TO SURVIVE

Johny, Mollykutty, Shibi and Shiji make a family. They are desperate. They have been fighting to survive all along. They are at their wits’ end at the moment. They have a house alright, but the facilities available leave much to be desired. The poorest of the poor of the day have better living conditions than the family before us. The house is built on the slope of a hill near Methuvukunnel at Enathu, a village 15 minutes from Kottarakkara, Kerala,India. The village thrives on agrarian economy. Though the family cultivates the land, the fillip in agriculture is not visible on the plot as farming has limitations on such plots.

What has gone wrong?

Everything from the beginning has not gone right for Johny. Born to parents who were poor and with little education, his schooling had been a mess. If he had studied well he would not have been in the mess he finds himself in at the moment. He tried his hands at tailoring for a while. Later he drove an autoriksha. With failure at the venture he has gone into tapping a few rubber trees of the agriculturists of the area, a job that provide him very little. The family survives on the pittance.

Johny looked for some kind of assistance from the welfare schemes of the Government. What he tells is that he is ineligible to draw from the welfare schemes as his plot is 50 cents in area and as he has a house. The plot is arable but cannot produce food for more than two months an year. It is a dilapidated house with dilapidated furniture. The four share two cots among themselves. According to the present valuations Johny and his family cannot belong to the levels of poverty eligible for assistance through welfare schemes. To cap it all he belongs to the forward caste.

Of the two daughters Shiji, 23 , is paraplegic. She crawls on the floor with her hands. She cannot stand on her feet as her spine does not permit it. Johny carried her to the school up to her 7th standard. He stopped taking her to the School after the 7th since he himself had to carry her to the toilets whenever the need arose. Since the physically challenged girl cannot be left alone at the house, the mother, Mollykutty is unable to go out for work. Shibi, the elder girl, 26, is studying for M.Com through private registration. Johny cannot fund her education. But a few people who know them are helping the girl in her quest for knowledge.

Johny certainly is at fault for not grabbing the opportunities that came his way right from the beginning. The family could have done better if they had fought it out like several others who had nothing at all and yet had made it good.

But the condition of Shiji disheartened Johny to the hilt. He had taken her to several hospitals. There was no cure. A large share of whatever little he had earned had gone into the treatment. The only assistance Shiji gets is Rs.200/- every month as disability allowance from the Government. She does not receive the amount on a regular basis either.

Shiji is definitely a question mark on the conscience of the society, the state, the government, the people, the media, the relatives, welfare organizations that abound and her church(Pentecostal).

Up against a wall, Johny is available at (91)(0)9288001881.


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