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.

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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!

ADMINISTRATIVE SET UP IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY

ADMINISTRATIVE SET UP IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY

By AD 1800 , THE WHOLE OF CONTINENTAL INDIA HAD COME UNDER British sway. In the South , there were many Princely States , as they were called , but the land under Tippu Sultan came under their control , after the defeat of the sultan.

After the failure of the Sipoy Mutiny , the Crown decided to stop direct annexation and sought the support of the local Kings , with the Resident Englishman controlling the rulers .

The Punjab and Sind were one province ; the rest of North India another province called Bihar . In the south , Bombay and Gujarat was one province . Andhra , Madras , Mysore and Malabar of Kerala became one province.

The provinces were under the control of Collectors , who were Englishmen . The administration was impartial and free from corruption . People were happy.

The whole of south Asia , including Burma and Ceylon was under a single control of the Viceroy whose Headquarter was at Calcutta. This is because the first piece of land they got was in Bengal , after the Plassy war . The Capital was shifted to Delhi only recently in 1911. For the Viceroy , an imposing palace was constructed in waste land called New Delhi , the populated area being the old Delhi where the Mughal Palace stood.

In 1936 the Government of India Act came and Burma and Ceylon were separated.

The work in Government offices was in English and so they established the first school in what is now the Delhi school. Similar schools and colleges were eastablished in Bombay , Calcutta and Madras.

In the south in Keralam Christians were prominent in bringing education to the masses.

The British set up the postal system and telephone connections in British ruled Provinces.

In 1853 the first train with engine running on steam power , with wood as fuel for heating the boiler , ran from Bombay to Kalyan. The project was financed by private British companies. People who watched it wondered-is it possible to lay iron rails throughout India?

There were a few companies:

Northern railway, North eastern railway , Bombay Baroda Central Indian Railway and South Indian Railway. They built the lines only in British territory. If a Princely state wanted it , it should pay the cost. To save money , they built metre gauge lines. Though it was a private enterprise , the Government insisted that certain items like salt and fodder must be carried at low price. There were three classes for passengers . First class for the white man , second class for Anglo Indians (children of white men in Indian women , mostly railway workers.) and third class for Indians . There was no ban for Indians to travel in first class. It was also decided that the accounts should be audited by the Controller and Auditor General of India. My first job was in this department . Our peons wore Government uniform with red turban and brass buttons and a cross belt. There is a joke that vegetable venders did not demand money from the peons thinking that they have powers of a police man!

Revenue

There was no income tax. It was decided to a lot land to the citizens and recover revenue , to meet administrative expenses .

So the Surveyor General of India began to measure the land , using chains . Twenty two chains make one furlong , eight furlongs make one mile . These terms became redundant when the metric system came. In all land records the survey number is given for identification.

It is said that the village patwari approached my ancestor and pleaded and persuaded him to take the paddy field in front of his house , free of cost. There is no previous adhar for our land!

Princely States

The states were free to rule , without interference by the British Resident . In Cochin State , where I was born , anchal (post office) system to carry letters from one office to another. These men used to run to the nearest post office. They were called anchalottakar (post runners). Te postal stamps were also different . Our State people were least taxed. The kings were austere in their dress and habits . It is said that there was only four annas (one fourth of a rupee) in the treasury ,when Divan Sankara Warriar took over charge!

Corruption was unknown!

There is a story that , after the merger of Cochin State with Travancore , my uncle , who worked as teacher, was surprised to see an unknown person with a basket full of costly fruits at his door. “Who are you? What is this?” He had come to plead for his daughter who had appeared in the tenth examination. My uncle (who was valueing the papers) literally drove him away. “Never come here again ; take away this basket ”, he shouted !

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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.

ADIVASIS ARE DENIED EDUCATION

ADIVASIS ARE DENIED EDUCATION
In the hill districts of Iduki and Vynad, there are one teacher schools. Both the teacher and the students have to walk miles, through forests, climbing hills . The teacher gets a salary of about three thousand.
As it is not economical, Government is about to abolish such schools. This will be a big blow to adivasis, who do not have dwellings, water supplies or ration cards.
Does not the Government have a responsibility towards these tribal people? Are they to be recruited to the army of Naxalites?

SHORT STORY-TEACHER

Neenu and I are bosom friends.

We were teachers in a Government Shool. We joined duties the same week and liked each other at first our first meeting. She is fair and slom and MA in English.

I could not go to college and became taught in primary cless. I am dark in colour and somewhat bulky; Neenu used to say that I have an elusive charm. “Your eyes are wonderful and always calm soothing; were I a man, I would have married you!”

Durig holidays, she used to come to my home along with her daughters. They were welcomed by all. Eldere brother would pluck fresh tender coconuts and give them all the sweet juice and the soft krenal. During mango season they will eat to their hearts,content. Even tamarind is liked by them When she returns, a bagful of vegetables too are given. In fact we were happy.
In tne school, we all shared our dishes and ate togethr. We were the envy of other teachers and years fled away until I was thirtyfive…..
Neenu took leave and I went to her house to enquire about her. She was pale and emaciated. She started weeping as soon as she saw me. I held her hand and listened to her:
” Dear, I am suffering from leukemia. May not live long. You must be the Mother of my kids. Promise to marry my husband soon after my death”
I could not utter a word, so overwhelmed I was. Tears swelled in my eyes and I pressed her hands.
Her husband had come and witnessed the scene. We went out.
“Do not be hasty. Think well, before you take a decision. She comes from a poor family. I seldome went there. I have a good job in the excise department.”
I touched her feet and agreed for our marriage.
After a few months, a car came to fetch me from the school. It was his brother who looked like his brother, but was very talkative.
“I am a Military Officer. I came only yesterday and my sister-in-law passed away before my eyes… ”
I took long leave and remained there to look after the family. During this period, he became very friendl to me, and took me in his car to my home. There I explained my decision to marry.
During the interim period, he was always with me. The day before marriage, when all else had gone to Neenu’s famil, he forcibly laid me in the bed and hurriedly inserted his organ and emitted the warm fluid in a matter of seconds!
The next night my husband gently removed my cloths and kissed me all over the body, until I became fully aroused. He retained semen for several minutes. I thoroughly enjoyed it and lay on his body for a long time.
Aftet ten months, I gave birth to a boy. Whose baby was it?

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I was the seventh daughter of my father who retired as a teacher from a Government school. Because of my horoscope, I was chosen by wealthy parents, for their only son. He loved me but could not satisfy my yearning for a child, even after ten long years.
In the meantime, my husband Dinesh got a job in a remote Project and I too managed to be employed as a teacher, because of my academic background.
One day a close friend of his, came to my flat and I invited him to come inside. I told him Dinesh had gone on official tour, and went inside, to make tea.
When I returned to the drawing room, he had bolted the door from inside which I failed to notice.
He came close to me and sat beside me in the sofa. After finishing tea during small talk, he slowly held me in his arm and gave me a kiss. I did not like it. Neither did I resist.
He then pulled up my petty coat and commented: “You have shapely legs!”
His hands reached upwards, stroking my thighs and then I yielded. Thus our first son was born.
My husband was very happy. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was all preplanned by them. Having once tasted the joy of sin, I had many friends from the opposite sex, resulting in the birth of two daughters.
All went well, till my impotent husband was killed in an accident at the Project site. I had a job and I did not enjoy sex with my husband; so this did not affect me, though I felt sorry.
The children grew up and two of them went abroad, my son got employed in the Project.
I had to go to Bombay, to attend a marriage and I took out all my jewelry, costing some ten lac rupees. After my return, I failed to put the jewelry in the bank locker.
I became ill and was admitted in the Project Hospital.
My friend came to the hospital daily and accompanied me to my flat. We were shocked to see the door opened and ransacked. Jewelry and kitchen articles were taken away. My friend’s house was also attacked by thieves. We filed complaint with the police.
In the meantime, my friend saw children of a tribal, nomadic woman, playing with his gold necklace. He was very influential and police caught the woman, along with the stolen jewelry. But it was kept in judicial custody, pending hearing of the case, which lingered on, for years, though I had recognized my bangles etc.