TOMORROW IS GANDHI JAYANTHY DAY

TOMORROW IS GANDHI JAYANTHY DAY

Mahatma Gandhi was born on 2-10-1869. His birthday is celebrated . Lal Bahadur Sastry was also born on October 2. But no one refers to his name on this day. He was morally upright.

When he became Prime Minister , he asked his son to resin from his job in LIC , because he may be given promotion, because of his father!

As a child he was very poor. He had no money to pay to the boatman, to go to school , on the opposite bank of the river Ganga; so he swam across the river.

Both are dead and gone ; Hindus observe shradh after death, on the day of death. We must observe this on January thirtieth and not jayanthy on October two.

RESTING POSE-SOME TIPS

RESTING POSE-SOME TIPS

When you are not doing anything , it is desirable to lie down , on hard back cot without pillows. It is more useful to close your eyes because seeing consumes a good amount of energy. This will ensure total inactivity and may even induce sleep.

This position is shavasana , a yogic position. Try this immediately on coming home , after a day of tiresome work.

Animals have four legs which will ensure even distribution of weight and relieve pressure on lower parts. If you are having headache , it will be helpful.

When we stand and work , it will have bad effects like hernia.

MY FIRST DAY IN DELHI

MY FIRST DAY IN DELHI

My earlier life in Delhi was regulated by daily visit to Guruvayoor temple . In those days , I used to walk all the way from Ph two to Ph. One , where the temple is located. Vow I am pretty old and have to depend on ricksahaw . Now , I am told that they charge Rs. Fifty . I almost abandoned the idea and chose to go to the Ganesh temple at Ph two where Damodarah has to go for my soybean and other items needed for the kitchen. Leena’s children Ananya and Anaushka also came in the car. Leena had gone out in the morning for some purchases . When contacted , she said she is too reach in a few minutes by Metro. The latter is in Ph. one , near Guruvayoor temple . So I told them we all can visit the temple.

The girls were in shorts , which is not allowed. So they were given dhoti at the temple office , which was worn over the shorts. This was returned , when we finished and came out. This is a good system they have discovered , as many girls are now wearing shorts. Children wanted packets of appam , so these too we bought .

In the temple I gave ticket for arhana and received Prasad. We also picked several pieces of coconut near Ganeshji .

In our return , we came to Ph two and bought milk , oil etc. The smell of fried samosa invited attention and we bought many. It was so hot that I cannot hold it . I enjoyed it .

At home , the new flat TV of enormous size is a big attraction. It was purchased by my grandson Nikhil recently. It is something beyond the reach of us middle class people.

INTERNATIONAL YOG DAY

INTERNATIONAL YOG DAY
Today is International Yoga Day.
I think this I Modi’s invention. Somehow , yoga is associated with Hindutwa. No doubt , yoga helps in maintaining physical and mental health. But one has to practice it daily. Already there are yoga gurus in the villages. Give incentives to the gurus and their disciples . That will be more effective.

MY SISTER-IN-LAW PASSES AWAY

My brother Rajasekharan died four years ago in a road accident.

His widow was suffering from terminal illness for the last several months. She was admitted in the Medical college Hospital at Athani. After thorough examination, she was found to be suffering from high BP,fits and partial paralysis; she  was fed milk through her nose. As her condition became worse, she was given oxygen.

At last, she was discharged and died within 24 hours, for want of oxygen.

Leela’s end came on Shivarathry day on twenty- seventh of March 

She had crossed eighty, a day earlier.

MEMBERS OF PARLIAMENT WANT FIVE TIMES HIKE IN SALARY!

I thought it is a joke.
The MPs are getting bribe in crores of rupees. They must take only a token salary of one rupee.
For misbehaving and wasting valuable time of Parliament, each should get five lashes a day!

LOTTERY TICKETS

The craze of Keralites for buying lottery tickets is amazing.

I have seen young girls waiting on the road side, for the car selling lottery tickets, to buy the tickets, due to be opened that day. The Government is running the show: printing tickets and distributing through agents. Every now and then there is a draw.

Once I bought a ticket and got Rs. ten! So, instead of giving me money, the agent gave another ticket which brought nothing.

There was a report of a woman who spent Rs. 100 every month for a number of years and ultimately won Rs. ten lakh!

The agents get 20% commission and many people live by this trade.

Sikkim lottery results are shown in some TV channels live. You can see the numbers moving and finally stopping. If you have bet on a particular winning number, the agent will immediately give you the money. It is pure betting.

A LOSS I CAN NEVR FORGET

I am fond of books and scenery. Being a pensioner, I cannot afford to buy books which are becoming costlier by the day. To enjoy new scenery I have to travel which is also not easy, as I have no car.

At Mt. Abu, I bought a Rajasthani painting showing the village scene. I liked it and bought it for Rs.100, though my wife objected.

I did not think of the difficulty of carrying it. For the time being my friend kept it in his house at Pali Marwarr. We came back to Delhi.

He got it covered with glass and framed.

Well packed, he brought it all the way to our house in Keralam. I kept it in a safe corner, to be carried to Ernakulam, to be given to my friend, VBS, as a gift. In all my life, I never gave gifts to any one.

In our absence, it was thrown up, on to the concrete shelf. When I took it after wards, it made a noise, as if something has been broken inside. Apprehensively, I opened it and was in tears, not really, to see the glass broken into small pieces!

Very patiently and delicately, as a surgeon would remove from the heart of a patient, I TOOK OUT ALL THE BROKEN GLASS PIECES. It took some time, but I managed it.

The painting got crumpled at some corners, still it was presentable. So I carried it in a bus up to Kodungallur. I HAD KEPT THE ROLLED PAINTING PACKAGE IN THE RACK OF THE BUS. When I saw most of the passengers getting down, before the bus reached the bus stand, I enquired and was told to get down there if were going to Ernakulam. My wife was in the front seat and myself in the last row. I hurried to tell her and somehow managed to get down there. The bus conductor ws annoyed as all had got off by this time.

A bus for Ernakulam was waiting there ready to start. We were happy to get seats.

When we were happily settled…..I remembered the painting I had kept in the rack!

Whoever got it, may accept it as a gift from an unknown friend!

JOINT FAMILY

A new type of joint family

The old joint family broke up due to industrialization and consequent education and empowerment of women. Quarrels within the joint family arise mostly because of intolerance and antagonism between wives. In the old set up all such bickerings were smothered by the patriarch, who was a dictator.

The nuclear family is very much handicapped to face day to day problems which all families have to face. Getting ready to go to work, attending to  the needs of children, contacting offices for redressal of grievances, going to bank or making reservation etc. etc – there are endless worries for each.

In the industrialized society, a bond develops between workers of the same institution. It may be the school or the factory or government department.

The proposed joint family may  may be a spacious accommodation or a cluster of apartments, depending upon the number of nuclear families deciding to live with a common kitchen, crèche, library and gymnasium. There will be enough grandmothers to look after the kids. If there is a doctor family, it is ideal.

We can save money and have fun  and company. As it is voluntary, there will be no autocracy.

We can have picnics and other social activities. Each group will have a website if you like.

Do you like the idea?

MY COUSIN BROTHER PASSES AWAY

He was closest to me in my childhood.

We studied veda together, at Kirangattu mana, eating, sleeping and playing together. As both of us have the same name, they used to call us the new moon (he was black) and the full moon.

Tonight he passed away. He was ailing for the past several years, as he suffered from a stroke.

By a coincidence, casting of the roof of my house was done during the day.