STORY-UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE

UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE

I was living alone in my house , located near the rail line .

The old house to my East , was given on hire, to some building workers’’ .They vacated it and now a woman with three daughters and a boy aged six years .This boy used to come to my house and we became friends. I used to take him to the rail line. He would clap his hands in joy, when a train passed.”Do you like to travel in the train?”, I asked.

He held me in his tender arms and pleaded:”Yes, uncle.” The boy was very talkative and would ask may questions :”Why have you not married?” “I have no money to look after the family.”

At that point , his sister , studying in the college, came and scolded the boy. “Uncle, you are spoiling this boy. I need some money to pay examination fees, can you help?”

I went to my room and brought thousand rupees. “I need much less.” “Do not bother , keep the balance .”

After that day, she (Subha) used to spend time with me . “Uncle, do you not cook food?” “ I make break fast only , usually bread and omelet; lunch I take in the office and return home after supper only” “ I will tell mother to cook food. Supper you can have with us”. I used to help Subha in her studies .

Life became easy and slowly I began to think in terms of married life. It will give me stability

After her graduation, she got a job in a convent school. Salary was not much; it was a little away and she had to stay in a ladies’ hostel. I missed her very much. Meanwhile , her sister began coming close to me. She is more fair and resembled her mother, who earned money by making women’ cloths . She used to enquire about my family:”Are you alone in the family?”

“My mother died and father married again. I did not like her, so I came here. Father gave me a share of our property.”

She sighed and placed her hand on my shoulder.

A marriage proposal came for Sobha . As their house was shabby and dilapidated, I suggested that the interview can be in my house. So the complete family shifted to my house , which has three bed rooms . The boy became very happy.

The groom’s party came and ‘seeing the girl’ took place as usual. “If you do not like the man , tell me ; I will see that the marriage will not take place” She looked at me ad finally decided for the alliance. I felt sad at heart; did I love her? The marriage was to take place after six months. Sobha went back to her school.

Her sister Lata began courting me . She helped her mother in her tailoring work and was available all the time. I got a promotion in my Thaluk Office and became supervisor. I decided to buy a second hand car for two lacs.

When the time came for marriage , the party backed out. It is said that the financial bankruptcy of the girl’s house became known to them ; that was the reason; obviously , they did not like to shoulder the liabilities of Sobha’s family.

At heart I was happy and told them that I am ready to marry her. But she said:”I am not ready for marriage for at least ten yeas. I have a job and any one may marry me. But Lata is only seventh passed. Who will marry her? The other two are good at studies.”

“Will she like me?” She called Lata and asked her:”Are you willing to marry uncle?” She looked embarrassed but smiled and went away. Their mother was also told and our marriage was decided.

LOVE A HOUSE?

LOVE A HOUSE?

I can understand loving some one , even if she is married. But a house is an inanimate thing. How can I love it?

Generally , people love even a car! So far as house is concerned , he may not sell it , even when lucrative price is offered. The attachment is too strong . In films , we see the old woman weeping , when the children decide to sell the house.

In the novel ‘China Court’, the grand old mother decides to bequeath the house to whoever will look after her . A young girl , grand child , offers herself , because she likes her.

For assessing the value , a buyer sends experts . They casually see an old , hand written, copy of the Bible and jump with joy.( It used to be read by the old lady. ) “This is not available in England . If you auction it , you will get a fortune . So the lady decides not to sell the house!

I can understand loving some one , even if she is married. But a house is an inanimate thing. How can I love it?

Generally , people love even a car! So far as house is concerned , he may not sell it , even when lucrative price is offered. The attachment is too strong . In films , we see the old woman weeping , when the children decide to sell the house.

In the novel ‘China Court’, the grand old mother decides to bequeath the house to whoever will look after her . A young girl , grand child , offers herself , because she likes her.

For assessing the value , a buyer sends experts . They casually see an old , hand written, copy of the Bible and jump with joy.( It used to be read by the old lady. ) “This is not available in England . If you auction it , you will get a fortune . So the lady decides not to sell the house!

TO AUSTRALIA

TO AUSTRALIA
My daughter Leena and her family had applied for migration to Australia , long ago. All formalities have been completed and they now got the visa.
The house in Noida and the costly furniture , have to be disposed off, which will take time. Once they are settled there , We will visit that strange continent of Kangaroos.
But the distance is too much. Now we can see them in a matter of hours.
Our close relative is settled there. Ravi’s relations are also there So they will not feel isolated.
I wish them all success!

SNAPS FRoM MY LIFE-gift

SNAPS FRoM MY LIFE-gift

 SNAPS FROM MY LIFE-missed again My niece Jaya lives at Tirur near Trichur. Her husband retired from Bank of India voluntarily. Today again I went to Tirur, but failed to locate the house. I went from house to house, near the bus top and sold several books . In one house, the lady recognized me and bought one book. Then she asked timidly:” I like your books; may I give a gift?” I thought it will hurt her feelings if I refuse. So I said yes; she gave me a hundred rupee note. I thanked her . She smiled happily.

STORY-TOO YOUNG

AUTHORITY,ASSISTANT,PARENTS,BOMBAY,LOVEWhen I completed my Bs.C., my mother began fretting for a wife for me. “Ma, I am too young to get married. Let me enjoy free life for a few years.” “But I am too old. I need help in the kitchen. My friend’s daughter is also young and suitable for you. The other day we had met in a marriage party. She suggested this alliance. Just go and see her. A courtesy call, that is all.” I got the details of their house and went by bus. It took some one hour by bus. Then I walked for half an hour through village roads and came to their house. A very young girl, almost a child, opened the door. Seeing me, she went in and her mother came out. She immediately recognized me:”Nandan, do you remember me? You were too small when I saw you. You were studying in Bombay all these years , isn’t it? Come inside.” It was an old house, with an open courtyard in the centre. There is a net to cover the open space, lest crows may come . Such houses of wood work and tiles are seldom theses days of terrace roofs. As if she read my thoughts, she explained:”After the death of Sharada’s father, I could not take up the work of reconstruction of the house.” By this time, the girl brought hot tea and fried potatoes. Her mother went inside. “How much have you studied?” I could not think of anything else. She is very small, hardly five feet tall. Very slim but fair and with big eyes. Her breasts seem to be too small inside her loose jacket. She was wearing petty coat only. I liked her. “I could not pass tenth exam; failed in maths. What are you doing?” “I am a post office clerk. I have been selected as Assistant in Lakshadweep Islands. Orders may come any time.” “I love to live in the islands” “Do you love me?” “Yes . It is all decided by our parents that we must marry. My mother will also come and stay with us. It will be helpful for your mother because your father is bedridden. Everything is planned. This meeting is just a formality, because you have not seen me.” While leaving, her mother gave me a whole sac-full of ripe mangoes. “The worker will carry it up to the bus point?” The girl smiled sweetly, as I departed. My mother was very happy to learn that I liked the girl. She was glad to get the gift of mangoes which we used to buy in the market only. I told her that the girl is too young for marriage, as she is below eighteen. Mother did not mind it:”I was married at fifteen. The law is not binding on us. I need an assistant.” So the marriage took place. We invited only a limited number of relatives . There was no dowry:”You saw their estate. The whole of it is now ours, as there is no other claimant ,”said mother. When the order from the Lakshadweep Authority was received, Sarada was pregnant . I consoled her:”You know all are Muslims there . Accommodation will have to be fixed up. When things are settled, you can come with the baby. It is only a matter of months.” I went to the dweep from Calicut. I carried all masalas and pickles with me. It was my first voyage in a ship and I enjoyed the experience. I missed my dear wife. She was experienced in running the house and very thrifty. I considered myself lucky, till I received the news about the baby. It had a very rare disease-the head began to grow bigger and bigger and finally died. What was worse, was the opinion of the Doctors that Sarada cannot have a normal baby. I had been to my home and we returned after my leave:”Dear, I have you. That is enough . I do not mind, if your baby is delivered by some other woman. I must have your own child; I do not like to adopt one”, she said. Soon she forgot her sorrow and became as happy as she was, when we first met. In the office y boss was a lady IAS Officer, a North Indian. She was unmarried and liked me very much. She was disappointed, when I told her I am married. After hearing my story, she readily agreed to bear my baby. I told my wife and she was so glad that she kissed me again and again. After becoming pregnant, she took leave and went home. She came back after delivery and gave the baby boy to my wife. We informed home about the arrival of the son. Mother-in-law rushed to us immediately.

YOUR OWN HOUSE

If you are free to design your own house, it is worth while to consider smr important points
1) There should be plenty of light. A multiple of lenses and mirrors can help, apart from large windows, with glasses, instead of wooden panes
2) In order to provide cool, fresh air in all the rooms, the outer wall must be cris -crossed with channels, which may be connected to holes at the bottom of outer walls. In addition to windows, the walls may be provided with a number of holes. Exhaust fans in the toilets will draw stale air out.
3) In multi-storey buildings, kitchen exhaust may be connected to a single pipe, open at both ends, which will have good draught.
4) One room must have privacy and open roof, for allowing naked sun bath, which is good for Vitamin B. The ultraviolet rays will kill bacteria in a few seconds!
5) Solar water heaters may be provided as electricity will become costlier every year.
6) Inner walls should have platforms for keeping flower vases; or better still, plants and vegetables can be grown there.
7) Indians do not like to come in with shoes. So a shoe rack is a must, just at the entrance, which can be built into the wall and covered with curtain.
8) As all are having more than one mobile phone, a platform for charging these, is required.
9) waste may be put into a chute, with the bin at the bottom.
10) Kitchen waste may be used for feeding bio gas plant. Gas is unaffordable.
Viewers may give more suggestions.

OUR HOUSE

The green hills and rice fields, water gushing forth through streams, foaming and frothing,

Bright sunshine, cool breeze tickling the bamboo that swings and sings,

In a language known only to Him, what else do I need?

The cuckoo calling its mate, vines weighed down with grapes, swaying gracefully,

With plenty of friends, what else do I need?

The original poem composed by poet G.Sankarakurup, was in our Malaylam text book for second standard and I liked it very much. I have taken some liberty in clothing it in English language which I hope, has not totally disfigured it.

Well, our house under construction is situated in the idyllic setting described by the poet. It is a modest house, even by our Indian standard, with just two bed rooms. As it is the land’s end, with rice fields which become a lake in rainy season, it is the quietest place you can ever come across.

There is a Sastha temple just a minute’s walk towards the West and a large pond where people come to take bath.The rail line from Shoranur to Kochi, runs through the middle of the fields in the East.

We hope to shift to the new house in September.