DELHI ROUTINE

DELHI ROUTINE

I am now almost resigned to the life in Delhi. My daughters insist that I must stay here and return to Kerala , only with my wife . At home , they are managing things . As the Onam vacation has begun , Vaikha is not a problem. The printer has not yet completed his work.

Leena brought some English story book lying in her house and so I made a trial at Delhi u

University. Some ten were sold in one hour . So the idea entered my head that , if I get it printed here , I can gainfully use my time.

It would be ideal , if I can publish Hindi version of the book. But, where to find a translator? . I am writing both in English and Malayalam , so the flavor of the story is not lost in translation. These are my thoughts now .

One great advantage here is connectivity. At home , the computer always says :you are not connected to the net. Here , in no time, I can open my blog.

But , home is sweet. I miss the deeparadhana (arti) at 6’40 in the evening at Sastha temple , only a few minutes away from home .

SHORT STORY- RESEARC IN PALM LEAF GRANTHAS IN SAMSKRITHAM <a href=’http://www.blogsurfer.us/

I was waiting for my bus. As the destination is written in Malayalam, I was unable to read it.
Could you kindly tell me which bus goes to Kavalapara? I asked a young lady who looked educated from her dress and demeanour.
Oh! Most gladly; in fact, I am going to that place.
I feel much relieved. I am going there to study old records written in Palm leaves. I work for Allahabad University.
During our journey, she told me all about herself, as to a bosom friend. She is working in a bank and is going home to see her aged parents who have to manage themselves. Of course there is a maid to help them. She asked me: why don’t you stay with me? My house is near Kavalapara. It is a far flung village without any lodging available. Otherwise you may put up at Ottapalam.
So I accepted her offer.
We had to walk along narrow path until it opened into a panorama of green scenery, with rice fields and a river running across the fields. We walked along narrow embankments, made to prevent water from flowing away into the river. I had to be careful.
We entered a plot with plenty of coconut trees, areca nut trees, and, all sorts of trees which I had never seen before. It was a treat to the eyes!
She ushered me to her room. She said she would sleep with her parents.
I kept my small bag on the stool by the bed and relaxed. Presently she brought hot tea and biscuits. She said: you can take bath in the pond. I will tell others not to come near the pond. You can be quite comfortable. I have a friend belonging to Kavalapara family. We will meet her. She can locate the old palm leaves books.
Before the British rule, Kavalapara was something like a “principality”. The Nair had the power to sentence to death; a beam supported on two pillars can still be seen, from which the hangman’s noose is pitiably hanging, in the spacious ground of the old “palace”, remnants of which instill a sense of melancholy on the beholder. All members of the family are now scattered. Only Sushma, her friend is staying there now. All this was told me by my friend and hostess, Kumari, on our way to the Kavalapara palace.
Sushma is a very young girl, somewhat dark complexioned, with bright, truculent eyes. She promptly took us to the attic.
There were all sorts of documents, in Malayalam, English and of course, palm leaf granths in Samskrutham. The girls dusted them all and brought them downstairs.
I asked Kumari: may I take them all to Sushma’s room where I am staying?
By all means, she shouted. She knew English well and was very helpful in tabulating the documents. I liked her. I said jokingly: If I were young, I could have married you.
She shouted: I am ready to marry you now.
How old are you?
Forty.
Are you not married?
No.
I have never seen the North. Will you take me there?
Oh! Sure.
Next week, Sushma came. I told her that I have sent a report to the University about the treasure I got at Kavalapara and asked for assistance by way of grant for my research. I proposed that I shall appoint Kumari as my assistant, hearing which she jumped with joy.
One Sunday we all went to see around. After some half an hour walking, we came near to a hill.
Shall we climb it? I asked.
Sushma was wary. Kumari started walking towards it. Let us see; if not feasible, we will abandon the idea, I told Sushma.
The top of the hill was covered with thorny shrubs. We went round and some opening came to light. But it was a huge rock, like the back of an elephant. The girls managed to climb it and began describing the surrounding country side. I desperately tried, without success.
Then they gave me their dupattas. With one end in my hands, and the other ends with them, they pulled hard and I too came on top.
Wah! This is our EVEREST! We all shouted.
We had a jolly time and my thesis was ready. One copy I forwarded to Calicut University. I was given special post in the university, for studying documents obtained from Samoothiri’s palace.
One day Kumari said: Sushma has a love affair. Because of caste difference, her parents are against it. After you came to stay with her, her man quarreled with her. He even doubts her chastity.
I felt very sorry about it. And guilty too. She used to tell me everything. Why did she conceal this?
I accepted my assignment in Calicut University and shifted to Kozhikode. Kumari came with me as my assistant.
Afterwards we heard the sad news of her death in mysterious circumstances.

MALAYALAM SUNDAY NEWSPAPER =’text/javascript’ src=

I shall be publishing my Malayalam Sunday Newspaper in the new year.
In due course, the paper will be published in Hindi and English also.
It will have current affairs, short stories, serialised novels, autobiographies etc.
It will be sent by post to share holders only, and, it is compulsory, that every reader must buy at least one share, priced ridiculously low at Rs.10, to cover the lowest strata of society. As there will be no office set up etc. the profits will be high and you may expect good dividend. So those who do not know Malayalam, can also buy shares. There is no limit on the number of shares one can buy.

As the value of share is low, a number of people may send one cheque or MO in the name of K.K.SUBRAMANIAN, KADALAYIL MANA,PO VALLACHIRA, TRICHUR DT, KERALA, PIN 680562

Application form can be had from:
malayalam.sunnews2011@gmail.com or waterfriendkks@gmail.com

FUN – IN SEARCH OF A BARBER

If God appears before me, I would make a simple request: please remove, forever, all hair from my body and head. Have you not heard of Darwin’s theory? As we have no need of hair, why do you curse us with the long hair?

As it is, we cannot avoid the barber shop, now called Men’s Beauty Parlour. To avoid waiting inside the shop, I wanted to go to a remote area, where the barber may be under employed. So I went along a road which is not a high way, even by village standards.

To my disappointment, I failed to locate a shop. People told me there is a shop, further along the road.

At long last, I saw a board ZION GENTS PARLOUR, in English, where they do not know even to read CAT! It had a posh modern look. An elderly man was sitting in the front veranda, surely waiting for a customer, I presumed.

I like to have a hair cut, I told him.

He looked at me from head to my toe, as if he could not believe me. Then he said: this shop is closed.

Clearly, it was a disappointment. I thought of the poor fellow who established it. Did he not make a survey of the heads available for his trade? Or was it the modern look that belied his hopes?

Had he simply put up a board, with letters in Malayalam, indicating BARBER SHOP, written with a piece of chalk, with just a chair and looking glass in the veranda, village folk may not shy away from  the place. If he had written Rs. 10 per head and Rs. 3 per beard, it would have been a grand success!

THE EDUCATIONAL MESS

Prof: J Mundassery was the Education Minister in the first Communist Ministry in Keralam. He wanted to help the teaching staff who were mercilessly exploited by the Managers of private schools and colleges. So he made a law for payment to the staff directly by the government.

The managers were too clever. They extracted lump sum money before giving appointment order to the staff. So the government was burdened with mounting expenditure, as a major part of the expenditure was salary of school staff, government as well as aided private schools.

Till now, the department of education is a headache for the government. Now, the Swashraya colleges who take large amounts from students as capitation fee is defying all efforts to control them. They admit students with less marks, by bargaining for more money. There is no interference from the government in other states. So students are attracted to such states. Reservation for students on caste basis is proving cumbersome.

In addition to all these problems, even question papers are a headache. Sometimes, they fail to reach the examination centres in time. Often the papers are leaked out from the printing press itself.Then there is mark list scandal.

There is an unwritten rule that students should not fail up to the tenth standard. Even in tenth, a good percentage is to be passed. So the standard of education is going down every year. Those who pass the common examination in the tenth year can neither read nor write correct Malayalam. English is a far cry.

Now, a teacher has been arrested because a question in the paper set by him, is not liked by a religious group !

I HAVE NO MATHEMATICAL BRAIN

If I am asked to add twenty figures, I get different answers every time.

I like geometry. Everything is perfect and we can see the angles and the circle and the parallelogram. Calculations are based on logic. The first thing MAN learned, was making a circle on the ground. You all know how.

Algebra is the worst thing. axb=ab. Does it make any sense? In English, it means that if you multiply a by b, the product is what you get by multiplying a by b.

And then the assumptions. A perfect line has only length, no breadth. Even if you make a line of electrons, it has breadth. Similarly, there is no perfect circle. So we have to assume another non-existant quantity the PY (I do not know how to type the symbol). People go on working the value of this mythical figure which has no relevance to reality.

Why should “a” multiplied by” -b “= -ab or -a x -b = +ab ?

Then, the world of conjectures. Are they not wasting their time and our money?

I read about a mathematician who showed mathematically, how water molecules travel through rock. Well that is something admirable!

When we were children, we have all teased them by asking the question:

There are ten birds sitting on a tree; how many will be left, if one is shot down?

Mathematically we have the answer nine.

I can prove that an open door is equal to a closed door, thus:

Half open= half closed. Multiplying the equation by 2, we get open = closed.

So mathematical solutions cannot be accepted blindly.

Do not feel offended; take it as just fun!

PREPARATORY CLASS

As we had no English as a subject in primary school, we had to study one year in a Preparatory class, when I joined the CNN High School, Cherpu.
With the Transfer Certificate, I  approached my uncle Vasudevaphan who was working there.
What I am I to do? He quipped.
MS (Mamunnil Subrahmanian Namboodiripad) master, who was standing by his side, answered, on my behalf: you do the arrangement for his admission.
So I found myself learning the English alphabet. I felt elated.
The next year, both KKN and myself studied in the same 6th standard, under Chulliparambil Sankunni Nair.
That vacation, my ammath shifted to Amballoor and so I shifted to Secondary School at Vendore at a walkable distance from ammath.
Mary teacher was our teacher. One Bahuleyan, Vasudevan and a face I knew but cannot recollect the name, were bench mates.
In the front row were girls, one with a small “bag” behind her ear was painful to look at. I have an inborn antipathy towards all types of abnormalities.
Devaky my class mate, started living at ammath. She was a namboodiri and helped in kitchen work . I did not like it, because Parameswaran the “manager” said she is a good match for me.
It was during this period that P—– took me to see the festival at Thrikur temple.
Once I failed to give fees and was thrown out of the class. I could have asked my people at ammath for money; some false sense of pride (can beggars be proud?) prevented me from approaching them. I went home to Pazhayil. I think Bhavadasettan gave me the money.
 
One day, football match was going on. Devassy the HM who was the referee calle me and gave me the whistle. I could not tell a football from a volley ball. All were crowdig round the ball and shouting. Some one told me to blow the whistle which I did, with all my power. Mercyfully everything became calm. The HM returned.
 For anniversary, I was asked to do some speaking. “ELOCUTION”  it was called. My cousin, Neil gave me a passage from Nehru’s speech. When I stood before the audience, words were stuck up in my mouth. Any way, it was all noisy; even if I spoke, they could not have heard anything. I got a pen as present. It did not work.
After the examinations, I obtained a transfer certificate and went to St. Antony’s High School, Pudukad. I failed to get admission. Had they known that I stood first in the scholarship exam. they would not have refused me; who would tell the HM?
Had I got admission there, it woud have saved me from all the sufferings, during the subsequent year.