STORY -NILAMBOOR

Story

I was working as teacher in at Government school , Pazhuvil , near Cherpu , when I was promoted and posted at Vandur in Kasargod district. I was in a dilemma ; life is smooth here , as I stayed with my sister and had no botheration of cooking etc. I was bachelor and hated kitchen work.

I knew the staff nurse in the Pazhuvil Hospital. We became friends when my sister was admitted there. She may be about thirty and was like an elder sister;I consulted her:”You must not refuse promotion. Your difficulties will be over when you marry”. So I braved it and went to Vandoor by the train for Nilambur, a branch line from Shoranur. It was my first journey by this line and I enjoyed the trip , through hilly area. As it was evening , I decided to go to Nilamboor palace  where I knew a lady teacher. She was happy to receive me:”Why do you worry about accommodation ? You may stay here. This palace is too big for me and my parents, the only inhabitants here.” After tea and snacks, she showed me a room for me to stay. It had a huge double bed and mirror on the wall . The bed is made of mahogany; the mirror is larger than  the bed! I liked it.

I was working as teacher in at Government school , Pazhuvil , near Cherpu , when I was promoted and posted at Vandur in Kasargod district. I was in a dilemma ; life is smooth here , as I stayed with my sister and had no botheration of cooking etc. I was bachelor and hated kitchen work.

I knew the staff nurse in the Pazhuvil Hospital. We became friends when my sister was admitted there. She may be about thirty and was like an elder sister;I consulted her:”You must not refuse promotion. Your difficulties will be over when you marry”. So I braved it and went to Vandoor by the train for Nilambur, a branch line from Shoranur. It was my first journey by this line and I enjoyed the trip , through hilly area. As it was evening , I decided to go to Nilamboor palace  where I knew a lady teacher. She was happy to receive me:”Why do you worry about accommodation ? You may stay here. This palace is too big for me and my parents, the only inhabitants here.” After tea and snacks, she showed me a room for me to stay. It had a huge double bed and mirror on the wall . The bed is made of mahogany; the mirror is larger than  the bed! I liked it.

In the morning, we went to the Devi temple and , after beak fast, I went to the school . The teachers and students gathered to see the new Principal . After the bell , I spoke to them

“I want you to be punctual. After the bell , no one may enter the class. You must understand the things merely learn by heart.”

young teacher asked:”Are you marred?” I joked :”Are you willing?” All laughed .

After reaching the palace I was given snacks and tea. Then we went to the river side. People were sieving mud of the river bed “What are they doing ?”

“They are collecting gold pieces of gold, brought from the mountains by the river; average one thousand they earn”

One day Devi’s niece Kalpana came from Bangaloe. Se has an intellectual look , with high brow and thick glasses . I removed er glasses and told them to stand together and smile . I took a snap in my mobile and showed them:”Wonderful “, cried Devi “You are a good photographer.” Before leaving, I exchanged email address with Kalapana.

Time flew with wings. One year passed . My sister wrote to me, to come immediately , to see a girl for me. So we (Devi came with me) went home .

They had arranged a small tea party  and this was followed by an interview with the girl . She is an Ayurvedic Doctor and is not prepared to come to Vendoor. I told my sister that it is impossible to get a transfer , unless some one comes there. Anyway it was over without any commitment from my side. I showed Devi several temples in central Kerala and returned . She liked Triprayar temple on the bank of the river and liked it very much. We went to the old school at Pazhuvil and did not forget the nurse in the Hospital. All were happy to see us.

Back at Nilamboor, her niece (Kalpana of Bangalore ) had come with a web site of our school ,as promised and it was presented with great fan fare, shown on a large screen. There was a big crowd and all cheered us. Many guests met Kalpana ad sought her services.

The teacher who  enquired about my marital status told me her father liked to meet me. One day I went with her . He is a business magnate and offered good dowry. I  promised to consider it. My heart was with Kalapana , but she told me she has a lover. So I agreed to marry my colleague.

THE SCHOOL OF CLEANLINESS

THE SCHOOL OF CLEANLINESS

Cleanliness is next to Godliness, so goes the saying. Our Prime Minister too likes to keep the environment clean . In Gujarath, there is a school to teach cleanliness , Amithab Bachan talked to the girl students , watched by NDTV repoter.

Every house wife keeps the house clean , by mopping it daily. But she will not hesitate to throw the rubbish out into the road. We do not mind throwing the plantain skin on the road. In front of all vegetable shops , you will find vegetable waste. In butchery shops it is worse. All bio -waste can b used to produce gas for generating electricity . What is required is a machinery to do these things .In Japan the business man who handles waste, has become a millionaire!

Plastic wastes may be burnt in furnace with long exit pipe.

Will the PM read this?

MARATHWADA-CHILDREN’S EDUCATION IS A CASUALTY

MARATHWADA-CHILDREN’S EDUCATION IS A CASUALTY

The sugarcane fields have dried up. Even rich farmers cannot absorb the loss.

Schools have closed. When can they go to school? Who will feed them? Government is spending money on purchase of arms and ammunition. Ten percent cut in defence expenditure , will g a long way in meeting the cost of food and schools. Will Modi heed?

STORY-I AM ALONE

I AM ALONE

As soon as my results came , I was called by my ex-teacher at Karuvannore , and asked to sign the attendance register of the school . To my questioning eyes , he replied :”I have talked to the District Educational Officer ; we need a teacher urgently . Who else than my brilliant student Netran ?

Except for a period of two years , when I took study leave to join the Bed course , I served this school all these long years and retired yesterday.

There was a grand send off party , attended by VIPs of the area , where snacks and ea were served. I had to sit in the dais and hear speeches. At last , when it was all over , I felt a sigh of relief. During this period I was married to the daughter of my father’ chum , though I had some minor attachment to a class mate in the college and a lady teacher of our school . When father decided the issue , I kept quiet.

She was a simple woman , whose world was confined to the home and our two sons who are now in the US. A few years earlier , she passed away , leaving me alone.

Now my life is confined to going to the temple in the morning and the school , where I voluntarily offered to substitute for absent teachers. I needed no preparation and teaching was a joy.

Once , immediately after my marriage , my college mate came to meet me, with her two children. Wile talking , she expressed regret that she did not tell her father about our love :”If I had insisted , he would have agreed. You could have got better prospects , if you had gone out.” Now she is in the US .

One day , a young girl came to me and introduced herself:”I am the daughter of your class mate in this school. Mother told me to meet you and offer whatever help is needed, as you are alone now.” “I have a maid servant who cooks food also. Give me your phone number. ” I called her (Neetu)when I became paralytic , two years ago , when I was 55 years old. I used to write my life story and now I began to dictate it. Luckily , my left leg only is affected and power of speech remains intact.

After completing my notes , I published it . My college mate happened to read it and came to see me.

“Hallow dear, how did it happen?” It was Neetu who replied:”He fell down near the school and people took him home ; he was unconscious.

I said :”You were in the US; how did you come to know of my illness?”

“Now I am here, near Trichur. My married life became sour and we are not on speaking terms .My children have been married off . I am with my father…”

Neetu came with tea and biscuits. “She is a friend , now she helps me . “ My sons used to come once every year . The younger one seems to be in love with Neetu . He used to take her to see pictures .

“In a way , I am happy. Now I can take full care of you. You are not ill . This is just like losing one leg . Dear , now you are not alone.”

When I fell ill , I was very depressed . Who will look after me ? Now I feel much better .

Marriage of Neetu with my son took place within two years and my friend shifted her residence to my house. She is still handsome . We slept together . She used to fondle me . It had magical effect . I used t go for a walk for a short distance , with my hand on her shoulders .

It was a new life ; I am rejuvenated!

STORY-MANGO TREE

STORY

I was about four years when I got a mango. It was so sweet that I went on licking it , till I got tired. I then made a small pit in the earth in our front court yard and placed it inside. Then I filled it with soil and poured water daily . I was glad when the first shoots came outside. I told papa and he advised me to make a small dam around it and fill with water. In due course it began to give fruits as sweet as the one I tasted.. Whoever saw it admired my efforts .

I soon forgot it when I joined the college and then a school in Delhi as clerk.

My father was about to retire and he wanted me to marry . It was then that I presented myself to a boy who had come to see me , along with his parents and relatives. I recognized the boy as soon as I saw him. He lived in my village and was popular because he sang well . He was very senior to me in school..

After the formal meeting I took him to the mango tree and explained the circumstances in which it became my tree.

“I love it as my first child! My regret is that we will have to vacate this house when father retires. It is Government quarter.”

“I shall tell a way out. One of the mango fruits from this plant can be planted in our house , whenever we have our own dwelling.”

Thus began our togetherness ; the tree is our child. Father came and asked:”What are you doing here?”

“We are discussing our future plans,” I said.

We went inside and watched the conversation . I was just listening and dreaming. When they rose to leave , I felt desolate. He told in my ears:”It is a matter of days only. Next month we are marrying.” I hurriedly kissed him.

For the time being , after marriage we stayed in his quarter in Delhi. Whenever we came home , we used to go and see our tree. I told the new hous owner that he should not cut the tree which is ‘our child’.

For long years I remained barren ; he was not concerned but I began to despair. My womb is unable to nurture a baby.

“Why do you bother? I find it convenient ; less luggage…”

I consulted a Doctor. He advised me to go for a surrogate mother. “The very process of bearing the baby for nine months , is bound to develop a bond which cannot be easily forgotten. So the baby must grow in my womb,” I told te Doctor.

So back to square one. I was getting old . One day a bearded old man in saffron cloths came for alms. His noble face attracted me.

I gave him food and some money. He was pleased:”Ask for some boon, Amma,” he said in Malayalam. “How did you know I am a Malayalee?”

‘I stayed in the Himalayas for seventy years. I know you are eager to have a baby.” He gave me a ‘vibhoothy’ (ashes) and told me to take it with milk. In six months I became pregnant. All were surprised . We named the baby ‘Himamshu’.

Then we heard of the tragedy: in an unprecedented storm , which raged the whole night , our child the mango tree fell down…

KAKANAD

KAKANAD
The Civil Station here , is most inconvenient to visit. After getting down from the bus , one has to walk around the office wall , built high , as around a jail . I am inclined to hire an auto , but there is no auto stand. (Our Collectorate at Trichur , is most comfortable. The bus stops very near and there is auto stand there itself)
My preference for Kakanad is that there is scope to sell as many books as I can carry. Yesterday , I earned one thousand rupees and the first three flours could not be covered as my bag became empty.
I am told that there are any number of offices in the ‘Smart city’. So far I could not locate where it is.
There is a local train for Ernakulam leaving Ollur at 8AM. Now it is funny that for Ernakulam North , it is still fifteen rupees only , but for South , it is twenty!
I had been to a college near South Station , but unable to locate it now. Yesterday I paid Rs forty to the prepaid auto and he took me to another college in the Market. As it was ten , the classes had begun ; so I went to the attached School , where I easily sold five books. When I left the room and reached the gate , a lady came running for a book. “Sir, would you like to have tea?” I declined but the gesture enlivened my heart!
It was then, that I went to Kakanad

SCHOOL TEXT BOOKS

SCHOOL TEXT BOOKS
I AM ASHAMED OF WRITING THIS PIECE ABOUT KERALAM
Schools reopen on the first of June, every year. This year , the text books are still being printed
This like a marriage Party ; all gusts have arrived but the contract for supply of food is still not finalized. How do such things happen? There is a Minister for education. What about the Secretary for this Department?
Every day the Malayalam TV channels are busy discussing it. Now they say printing is over and distribution will be completed in a week.