I am very particular about the morning cup of tea

After tea, I go through the newspapers. First, ‘Mathrubhoomi’ (Malayalam), then the Indian Express. I like to read magazines too; nowadays, I merely go through the Head Lines. I cannot even know whether it is today’s paper or yesterday’s ; often the same news is repeated.

It was in Bombay that I began to buy the ‘Times of India’ . R.K.Laxman’s cartoons are unforgettable . Another item , dear to me is “Times of India hundred years ago! Many anecdotes I still remember. One is that of a chess player, who was an Englishman’s cook, totally illiterate. The Saheb was so impressed that he took him to London, to participate in the International tournament. The rule is that the player must note his move in a note book and then move his piece. As the cook cannot write, he was allowed to move first and then it was noted by a referee . The cook became the champion!



On 7th of this Month , we are flying to Delhi , because my daughter likes to avoid taking further leave . After one month or so , when my wife will be able to look after herself , we may return to our home . I hope to use this opportunity , to manage registration of my newspaper. As soon as I get it , I intend to return home, leaving my wife in the Capital.


Apllication for registration of my fotrnightly CHINTHAPRAVAHAM is pending with the Registrar of newspapers, Dehi, since 23.3.2012. All formalities have been completed and mere entry in the register requires a few minutes only.
Kindly help me, dear viewers!


At long last, my news weekly in Malayalam SOPANAM is out.
There will be 52 issues in an year and the price is only five rupees.
Each issue will have twelve pages.
Those interested may send annual subscription of Rs. 260(postage will be paid by me) and share value Rs. ten (minimum) to:
Kadalayil Mana
PO Vallachira
Trichur District
Kerala State
PIN 680562


I worked in the newspaper industry for fifty years.
In the beginning, at the age of fifteen, I worked as a boy distributing paper. I had failed in the seventh standard and left school. A friend in the industry told me to go on reading whatever came in my hand. He gave me some books. I got books from the village library.
As my friend had contacts with a printer, he gave me a job as type setter. A number of letters of the alphabet is arranged systematically in compartments of a board. The required letters are arranged in reverse order and fixed to the printing board. TIGER is arranged as REGIT. Then printing ink is smeared and pressed on the paper, which will be printed with the word TIGER.
It is a tedious and messy work, but better wages with less manual work is the attraction.
My friend got involved in revolutionary activities and they wanted to print books explaining their ideology. Here my experience became handy. I was asked to do things in secrecy.
Then I started writing. I came in contact with leaders of the movement and became a functionary in the party. When the ban on our party was lifted, we all came out and moved openly among the people, arranging meetings, selling books in festivals, staging drama for propagating our thinking. Soon I came into contact with ladies too, but marriage was discouraged by the Party. I remained a bachelor.
When I was sixty, my friend died suddenly and I became an orphan, intellectually speaking. The failure of our movement also was a disappointment. I decided to seek sanyas (become a saint) and wandered in the Himalayas.
I had not seen the South and wished to tour the land on foot.
One day I reached an unknown village by the side of the river Shipra. It was a charming place with few dwellings, all very poor and hardly any government building, even the post office being far away. I took bath and ate something from my bag, which contained few cloths and no money. I slept under a neem tree.
When I woke up in the morning, a mall girl of some nine years or so, was standing by my side.
She smiled and said Namaste.
May God bless you, my child.
Ma told me to come home and have your break fast.
As I was hungry, I followed her. Presently we reached her home.
They gave me tooth powder made of some herbs and water in a bucket to take bath. After that I was given pooris and potato curry to eat.
Maji did not come out until I had finished eating. She now came and bowed at my feet: Swamiji, bless me for a boy. I am expecting delivery in a month.
She was fair and had thick flock of hair, brown in colour. I placed my hands on her bowed head and chanted a Samskrutham verse from the veda . When that was over, she placed hundred rupees at my feet and got up. She said:
I know that sanyasis do not stay at one place; but it is my humble request that you stay, at least till my delivery.
I did not have the heart to refuse.
The next Sunday, her husband, who worked in a government office, came. He was very jolly and talkative. He too repeated his wife’s plea and insisted that I stay, as their honoured guest.
Next day, I went around, accompanied by the bright lively girl, who told me all she knew about the place and the people who lived there. She was curious to know about the outside world of which she knew nothing. One day I took her to a temple, some three miles away. There I chanted sahasranama (thousand names of Lord Vishnu), sitting in front of the deity. People placed coins and some notes in my lap and sought my blessings. During the Himalayan tour, which lasted a dozen years, I read a lot of books in the ancient language of our land. And learned many passages by heart.
When we reached home, I handed over the money to Maji.
They made saffron cloths for me, to make me a Swamiji. A number of people, especially women, began coming to visit me. I patiently heard them and they, in turn, gave me money or fruits. My reputation reached far and wide, after a boy was born to Maji. They even started work for constructing an ashram for me. I insisted that it should be a humble hermitage, built with bamboo and thatched with grass roof. The mud floor was to be plastered with cow dung. Food was still brought from Maji’s home, until a very young girl joined the ashram as my disciple. She served me and cooked food for the inmates of the ashram.
I surveyed the area and found a depression in the river bed, where dirty, stagnant water collected even in summer. I suggested making an earthen dam at this point. The river bed here was widened and deepened to store a large quantity of water in the rainy season
At that time a man gifted one crore rupees to the ashram. He believed that his business increased hundred times after I blessed him. With this money the construction of roads also was done along with the dam.
Achary Vinoba Bhave, who stayed in my Ashram for one month, gave me all the land which he got from bhoodan movement during his stay.
I decided to have a goshala (cow shed) and a farm. All workers got food in addition to wages. The gas from the cow dung was used for making biogas. Electrification of the village was done by solar power.
The number of inmates also increased as the ashram expanded.
Maji’s daughter was married off to a wealthy businessman. Her son became an engineer. He took keen interest in the affairs of the ashram.
I missed the company of Maji. The quiet old days of my stay at her house was something of a dream now. But I realized that a lot of good things can be done in my new role.
Already, there are demands from the South, for a branch of the ashram to be set up near Chidambaram. One day, I set out to the South, for surveying a suitable place, accompanied by Maji, her son and daughter, who was very eager to accompany us.


At that time, I was at the small beautiful town of Trichur. I was born and brought up in Trivandrum, but came to Trichur to work in a press, where I was editing a small newspaper. For saving money we took a hall, where my friends, mostly our workers in the press and some college students, shared my lodge.
We had a stove and things necessary for making tea and toast; but went to Pathans for meals. In those days it was a small eating place’
So we were surprised when Dileepan brought a young girl to our place, saying she was ready to work as a cook for us.
She was quite plain, but her ready smile enlightened the whole room like lightning. And her teeth were the best I have ever seen!
Where will she stay, I enquired.
Here itself, why this question? -Dileepan countered..
After some discussion, it was agreed .We never talked about her wages.
Her very presence changed the atmosphere. All were ready to help her. Some offered to grate the coconut, some began grinding rice for dosa etc. She was quite jolly but never answered any question about her family background. Dileepan went away before we could elicit any information from him, as he was not a lodger there.
Life became enjoyable with fresh and hot dosa every morning and good tasty meals. The girl cleaned the house and even washed my cloths, probably because I was the elderly man, though I was only thirty. Others were teenagers or workers in their early youth.
One Sunday we decided to go for a picnic to Peechi dam site. I wanted to write a piece about the dam for my newspaper and carried my bag of note book and pen. Others were busy sight seeing and then enjoying drinks and eatables.
As I stood at the highest point to enjoy the scenery, the girl came and stood by my side. She did not say a single word, but her beaming face and happy look told eloquently that she cared for me I explained to her:
This dam supplies water for the whole Trichur.
About five hundred years ago, the town was a big forest. The Vadakunnatha temple of Shiva was the only place where people lived. The near by Math, where Rig veda is taught, came later. In the pitch dark, people were afraid to go alone from the temple to the Math. Even now the area is called Thekin kadu maidan, indicating the word teak forest. It was Shakthan Thampuran who cleared the whole forest around the town and built the bazaar. The herald of the temple objected; he was beheaded then and there. He built a palace also for his stay during his visit.
She attentively listened everything, but never asked anything! I tried to make her speak about herself and her family background, but failed.
Afterwards we became closer to each other. She would simply stand by, while I was busy writing. Occasionally I would start my monologue which some how I relished, because I was talking to her!
This happy period for all, ended when our press had to be closed, because of competition from those who employed better advanced technology.
All inmates left our room but I told her to stay on. By this time I had published several short stories and one novel which made quite a mark in literary circles. I thought I could survive of my own.
It was then that my father advised me to go to Bombay to join a newspaper in English. The owner was a friend of my father.
Do you like to come to Bombay with me?- I asked.
She agreed.
In Bombay we lived as husband and wife. She was not frigid, but somehow reluctant to undress. I had to use force, and naked, she looked ravishingly exciting, with her budding breasts and shapely legs.
I kissed all over her body, parting her thighs and licking the genitals, until she melted profusely, and, I was not satisfied until I had explored her central hole, which was very tight, with the hymen intact When finished, she kissed me for a long time, chewing my lips , which became swollen afterwards.
A bonny baby was born exactly 270 days after that day.
They say Gods are envious. When our daughter was seven years old, a police man came to my office and showed me a photograph. It was her photo. Do you know her? He asked.
Why, it is my wife I cried in alarm
It is about her anti-national activities that I have come to investigate- he said.
He did not allow me to use the telephone. I pleaded innocence and gave him tea and refreshments. Meanwhile, I surreptitiously placed my mobile phone in the drawer of my table and gave her a message via SMS, NEVER TO COME NEAR OUR HOUSE.
Right or wrong, I am bound to protect her.


If one goes by newspaper reports, it is becoming very common.
A woman sees the dead body of her son and falls senseless and dies.
A man waiting on the railway platform dies suddenly.
A man collapses when delivering a lecture. A lady riding a scooter, falls off and meets her end.
What can be the reason? Is an autopsy carried out in each case? Or is it treated as normal death?
Are other States, too, witnessing such incidents?