I HAVE A PARALLEL BLOG ‘CHTHARIYA CHINTHAKAL’ Today when I opened it , I was shocked to see that my blog hs been blocked in European union. It was prominently displayed there.

I could not believe it . What is the reason? Will freedom loving people tolerate this?


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Today is Deepavali, the festival of lights. It also denotes the beginning of the year for merchants (Banias) of North India.
This festival is marked by Lakshmi pooja and fire works.

Vavu-arattu (bath) at Durga temple at Kadalassery, my ancestral village, coincides with Diwali. There is elephant parade, with beating of drums and in the end, the deity is immersed in the river, shown in the background of this blog.
Local villagers come en mass to take part in the bath in the river, when the Goddess is bathing!


Now it is not pure utopia.
I am quite confident; I will be the dictator, but I shall allow all people to air their views, without any bar.
The finance will be arranged by selling shares, costing a mere rupees ten each.
There will be a short story, an installment from unpublished novel of real literary value, world news, normally neglected by the print media, an item from my blog, humour etc.


Most of us do not know that this is new year day.
It was the Great Sankaracharya who started the calendar for Keralites, 1186 years ago. Read my blog on MALAYALA PANCHANG.


I have a problem of recognizing my own shoes. One day I left my chappals in front of the temple and came back home, wearing foot wear belonging to some one else . The next day again, I went to the same temple, quite near our house. The poojary recognized his chappals immediately and I had to cut a sorry figure! Luckily he knew me and laughed it off.

Once in Delhi, I was not so lucky. To enable me to recognize my shoes, I make it a point never to polish them. For a lazy person like me that is the best option. I can take the dirtiest pair and if it fits, well that is all right.

But this time I had some difficulty with my right shoe; it was a little loose and came off easily. Apparently, there was another devotee who preferred dirty foot wear. When I came home, my daughter cleaned the shoes, when she saw that both shoes were of different brand! She purchased a new pair for me.

Another namboodiri, who was Deputy Collector of Trichur district, was traveling in a bus. He was sitting between two other passengers. All the three were comfortably relaxing with their slip- in chappals off.

When his destination came, the namboodiri put his left foot in one chappal, not his, on the left side and he inserted his right foot in his neighbour’s foot wear. The bus went off. The person waiting for him was embarrassed. The man , Deputy Collector, had chappals of different colours. Then only the namboodiri realized that neither chappal belonged to him!

My cousin Vanthu, about whom I have written a blog, he being the richest among us and extremely miserly, used to choose chappals from a heap of used foot wear, sold dirt cheap on the foot path. It could easily be recogised that left and right ones are not matching. He says: what does it matter?

I know at least two namboodiris who go bare foot, even now, as we all did in my childhoood.


Kaithapram is a well known Malayalam film music director and lyricist. His village is known as Kaithapram.

More than five hundred years ago, a group of twelve namboodiri families came down to an uninhabited area, almost encircled by a river and settled in the uninhabited,fertile valley. Then three more groups followed.

Now this village has more than two hundred families, all of the same caste and is known as Kaithapram.

Long ago, when my niece was married to a family there, we felt sorry for her. The village was too remote for us to approach, equidistant from Kannur and Payyannur stations on the Mangalore-Shoranur railway route. After leaving the station, we must travel by bus up to Plathara and then walk for an hour or so. Not a single terrace house and the only toilet, thankfully belonging to a lady who recently came there from south Malabar, was my relief. In those days, people just defecated any where outside the house!

Now I was taken aback by the changes, during the last two decades, which were a pleasant surprise. Almost all houses had concrete roof. Most of them have a car. We were picked up from Plathara by one of the twins of my niece (one is studying for engineering and one for medicine, with government scholarship) in their jeep. They had internet connection at home. Most namboodiries are computer shy. Many do not know what a blog is.

That evening they took us to the Parssinikadavu temple. It is an impressive big temple, right at the bank of the river by the same name. It is full of clean water. There are some boats, but something could be done to remove plastic bags and bottles.

The deity is Muthappan or grand- uncle. The head of an old man is worshiped here. The devotees are offered tea and dhal free of cost. Free meals are also given all the time.

Next morning I went for my walk with just a bath towel, after my bed tea. Within a few minutes, I reached the river. As the water was dirty, I reversed the direction and reached the Srikrishna temple, with good clean water in the pond in front. As there was no one around, I removed the only cloth I was wearing and plunged into the water It was my first dip in a pond, on coming to Keralam, this time.

After praying in the temple I roamed about for some time, but returned early, as I had not taken my break fast. I saw two old men reading newspaper, at Kaithapram Grameena Vayanashala (library). I too had a look at the head lines. I am a newspaper addict.

We were confined to the house, because of a hartal (bandh). In the evening, we climbed the highest hill in the locality. The top of the hill was a plateau, quite wide. I could not believe the spectacle of palatial buildings, constructed in feudal, artistic style. I was told that it was meant to be a music and dance academy , but the man found it impracticable and sold it to an engineering college.

There is a wide road along the periphery of the hill, from which we could see the surroundings.

The whole village is encircled by mountains and the river, which originates beyond Kerala border, in the Western Ghats. This explains the fertility of the soil and the abundance of water.

There is a well at the top, near a Shiva and Devi temple under construction. Water is available just ten feet below the ground. A large pond near by, also has plenty of water. This can only be explained by my theory of subterranean water channels, connecting the entire rocky crust of the earth ( Saraswaty- myth or reality? ).

At the foot of the hill, water level in the wells is fifty feet deep.

There is a rain gauge, well protected by fencing. I wonder if any one takes readings, climbing all the way up the hill.


Let a hundred criminals escape; no innocent man may be punished. This was the motto of the judicial system of England, evolved at least a millennium ago.

In the age of terrorism, if we want to adhere to it, it is like hunting a lion, riding a pony, with grass arrows!

The Supreme Court knows it, but it has to function within the system, which we borrowed, lock stock and barrel, from our erstwhile masters. The Americans just threw it away and devised their own methods, because they hated everything British, at that time, including the spelling of words!

Even if the judge sees the murder of a person and can recognize the culprit, he cannot sentence him for that offense. There must be witness.

A Chief Minister is a confirmed murderer. But he has not been convicted.

No one dares to give evidence against some powerful goondas; how can they be convicted? There are any number of films showing the nexus between wicked elements and the police.

A witness may give false evidence; there is no law to imprison him!

The law favours the culprit if he is rich and powerful. Sister Abhaya case is now notorious. There were four CBI enquiries. All know who has done it. The law suit may linger on for decades.

So do not be upset by the Supreme Court verdict. What is required is the overhaul of the system. (see my blog-Judicial revvolution).