SAHYADRI OR WESTERN GHATS

Western Ghats lies along the west coast of India, like a vertebral column. It is a mountain, like Andes of South America. Chile is similar to Keralam, the coastal strip separated from the rest of the continent

A notable difference is the pass named Palakkad churam  (pass) of Keralam. It is 22 miles wide, allowing easy passage from the east.

Most mountain passes are rugged depressions in the mountain, dangerous and beautiful.But Palakkad churam is almost plane.

The Western Ghats are locally known as Sahyadri. I wish it is renamed so. It is still to be explored. The topmost point at Ootakamand  is very high. There is a rail line (narrow guage, still in use)  to this town which was the summer destination of Europeans; I have seen only in films. It is worth traveling but most tourists are not aware of it.

This part of the mountain is known as Anamala (mountain of elephants).

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KANNUR IS BLEEDING

Ever since I can remember, this  beautiful North Malabar district is  witness to bloody encounters.

Thousands of people, all young men, have lost their lives. I have seen films depicting the gory details of murder and blood.

The battle is still going on. Senior citizens should intervene to stop this distressing feud.

All those families, who have lost their near and dear should be brought together and the process of reconciliation initiated, with leaders of all groups attending the meeting.

Let us have a new beginning!

SUPREME COURT DECISION REGARDING NARCO ANALYSIS

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).

SHORT STORY – ANANTHU’S FAMILY

My name is Ananthapadmanabhayyar. As it is too long, all called me Anathu. As we lived in a remote village, father put me in a school in Bombay where my uncle lived.

I had some school mates who led me to women of undesirable character and soon I knew things which were very tempting, including alcohol.

Uncle arranged a stenographer’s job for me. I was very quick and accurate; so much so that I got several jumps in my factory. Then father thought of marrying me to a girl who was related to him

There was no thrill of the “first night”described in novels and shown in films; still I enjoyed deflowering her. For the first time, I saw hymen!

 She was plain but very docile and enjoyed our new life, seeing a city like Bombay for the first time.

We were living in the quarter allotted by the company. I found that my wife, Nina, was becoming very popular with the neighbours and one or two were always there, when I came home. I didn’t like it but could not find a way of convincing Nina, who was too innocent to suspect their intentions.

I was happy to leave her in her home in the village as soon as she became pregnant. I reestablished contacts with my night lovers who were too eager and adept in making love.

When she came with a son, everything changed. I never knew that a baby could be so sweet and precious. As son as I came home, the boy would come smiling and the next one hour would be spent in playing with it. On holidays, we would go for a movie or to some friends’ flat. Or simply moving around in parks or temples.

The years passed and my son was enrolled in a good school. As soon as the school bus moved away with the kid, I would be uneasy until the boy returned safe and sound, at two in the afternoon.

We used to attend parent-teacher meetings. The teachers were full of praise for our boy, except that he needed improvement in maths. So we engaged a tutor for him.

One day I returned at noon from the factory to search for some document. I saw a pair of shoes in our front veranad. The door was locked from inside.

I quetly went round towards our bed room. There were sounds from inside; when I peeped through the window curtain, Nina was lying on the bed with her skirt drawn up and Pawar was pumping with gusto…. More forcefully, more forcefully: she was shouting…….

I was dazed and completely lost my senses.

 Somehow, I managed to walk away towards the railway station

I was sitting on a parapet on the road side, where the road and the rail line were running parallel. I do not know how long I sat there, watching the movement of suburban trains and the red buses. A woman came and sat beside me. It was Mary. Both of us had learned short hand in the same institute together.

She said: after a long time I am seeing you; what are you doing here? You look terribly upset.

I was in no mood to speak. We new each other too much and all attempts at evasion were futile. I spoke out, about what I saw in my bed room.

She kept mum for some time; then she urged me to go with her: my mother is not well. That is why I am here.

We walked along, talking. I just listened.

I am working in a private company at Nagpur. You know I can manage any boss with my beautiful body. Now I am getting handsome salary. Still unmarried. I don’t say you marry me. Let us live together. I shall fix up a job for you. I have just to ring up my boss.

We reached her place. It was a rented house which her parents occupied long ago. Her father was no more.

Her mother was very pleased to see me She told me to sit beside her in the bed and kissed me on the cheek: I am seeing you after a long time. Now you have become a man. Aren’t you married?

Yes, Maji. How are you?

I am beyond hope. My daughter gives me all sorts of medicines. I tell her not to waste money on me.

Mary brought coffee and biscuits. Afterwards, we went to her room.

As was our habit, we lay on the bed. She cuddled towards my body and whispered in my ear: I am yearning for your warmth.

I was in no mood. Yet, can any man resist it? How long? Soon we were converted into the Khajuraho postures.

At last, when fully satisfied, she opened the subject: you must realize that circumstances make us virtuous or not. What will your wife do when you are away in the factory and the kid in the school? And this neighbour, having done his night duty is ready all the time. It is not a new thing. Fashionable ladies are always eager to have a fling. They are just afraid.

I told her I can come with her.

The first few months were somewhat pleasant. But I missed the joy we felt at home, with the boy a source of great comfort, especially when I return from the factory. He was a tonic, better than a glass of fresh fruit juice.

And those barbs…….Poor Mary has to satisfy her boss in the office and Ananthu at home…. some wags would say.

I told her about it.

She said: if you want, I shall give up my job.

That is a good idea, but I want my boy.

We decided to go to my quarter in the factory, but my family had already left.

One day I just went away, in spite of Mary’s protests.

First, I went to Hardwar and then Rishikesh. In those days the mountainous Rishikesh was somewhat scarcely populated, especially upstream along the bank of the Ganga. In my state of mind I approached several sadhus living in caves. No one impressed me, but their very presence was soothing.

A well known Guru in a math was different. He advised me about life in general.

He said: sanyas is not for young people like you. You have done Brahmacharya (schooling). Now you must complete your Grihastham, including looking after business, property, children etc. When all things are settled and your children grown up and able to look after the business, should you think of Vanaprasth. You may wander the whole Himalayas even now, as it will change your narrow out look and enable you to see things objectively. Stay here for some days and go through the books in my library.

I followed his instructions literally and then returned to my village, after wandering in the Himalayas for full six years.

I was able to locate my family after some enquiriesthough her people had shifted to Salem.

 Nina appeared like a shadow of her former self, very thin and wiry. The boy was grown up and could not recognize me. In spite of the presence of curious on lookers, I went and embraced them.

WHEN WE REJOINED, IT WAS A NEW LIFE.