It used to be still dark, the bus will arrive on time as always, the mornings were too busy. Baby has already taken her position, where else- the kitchen, to ready b/f and tiffin. Before that she ensured a tea for warming up my nerves.
I usually take upon me the responsibility of waking the two up, usually with a sprinkler therapy, then the usual things, dress, feed b/f and the journey to school. While we did all these things, these two baboons were half sleep. However, the most important part of readying was doing the hair. Badoo’s Saibaba bunch with which I struggled to make plaits to make her look Gentle. Chottu’s was long straight, easy to experiment. I have tried umpteen times, but could never master this art of plait making. Baby appear, (with a curt look at me for my good for nothingness), at the right time and in no time, my twosomes turn out smart for the ride. Then comes the run for the school bus. Never cared, I confess, I had deliberately delayed myself to skip the bus to enjoy the scooter ride with Chotu in the front and Badu as pillion. The ride would be a cool ten kilo metres, watching the morning birds, making fun of every one men and animals, giggling, sniggering and laughing all the way.
Now all have become past… Chotu and Badu are no more so Gundappu arrived amongst us and I must tell you, Baby (Now Ammachi & Me Appachan) and all of us now have only one job to do. Dancing to Gundappu’s trumpet calls, no matter what time of the day, Gundappu whistles and in no time all of us are on our toes. -ATTENTION!. He may call for a change of nappy, for his quota of feed or a bottom clean up. Whatsoever, we all are on our toes. Tomorrow Gundappu will have his formal name. But we will keep calling him Gundappu until we realize the need for change or Gundappy make us change.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Farewell to Type Writer
The curve between my index and thump has developed a blackish rough skin. Eight hours of association with the mouse has caused this. The ‘mouse’ which caused my curve blackish is not the cat & mouse, many men, my age, understand, It is the master monitor of the computer.
Oldies ‘Halda’, ‘Remington’ and Godrej, my archaic companions of bygone time, have now made a slow fade from my mind, so also from the world of letters. Nostalgia, pulls me through the by-lanes of the past.
Thak, Thak, Thak, some at 40 wpm, 60 wpm and a few at above that. The thak, thak were the sound of music produced by the supersonic strikes with ten fingers of the typist on the multiple keys of the typewriter. Many still hold the doubt about the name, which one is for the machine and which one for the man. I will now say, both names fit in for both of them, as the man and the machine were one at 9.30 am till 5.30 p.m.
I walk through my memory lane and stops at the Royal Commercial Institute, Kottayam near the Raj Mahal Theatre, one of the two Cenema Theatres of Kottayam, the other being ;Star’, both do not exist now. At ‘Royal’ I learned to place my ten fingers rest on the ‘key board’ of a ‘Halda’ fetching “asdfjkl;” creating “a quick brown fox jumps over a lazy little dog”. It took 45 minutes to complete four lines on the first day of my training. The year 1970.
Type writers are no more, so are telex, cyclostyle machine, tele-printer, Dialer phone, cigarette cases, lighters (these were once part of office) ink pots, pens, pencils, fans, coolers…… and the old pan chewing Manager….. .
Oldies ‘Halda’, ‘Remington’ and Godrej, my archaic companions of bygone time, have now made a slow fade from my mind, so also from the world of letters. Nostalgia, pulls me through the by-lanes of the past.
Thak, Thak, Thak, some at 40 wpm, 60 wpm and a few at above that. The thak, thak were the sound of music produced by the supersonic strikes with ten fingers of the typist on the multiple keys of the typewriter. Many still hold the doubt about the name, which one is for the machine and which one for the man. I will now say, both names fit in for both of them, as the man and the machine were one at 9.30 am till 5.30 p.m.
I walk through my memory lane and stops at the Royal Commercial Institute, Kottayam near the Raj Mahal Theatre, one of the two Cenema Theatres of Kottayam, the other being ;Star’, both do not exist now. At ‘Royal’ I learned to place my ten fingers rest on the ‘key board’ of a ‘Halda’ fetching “asdfjkl;” creating “a quick brown fox jumps over a lazy little dog”. It took 45 minutes to complete four lines on the first day of my training. The year 1970.
Type writers are no more, so are telex, cyclostyle machine, tele-printer, Dialer phone, cigarette cases, lighters (these were once part of office) ink pots, pens, pencils, fans, coolers…… and the old pan chewing Manager….. .
Monday, May 2, 2011
April 22, 2011 - A Good Friday Indeed
All roads now leads to Rome (change Gundappu)
Gundappu arrived on the most auspicious day, Good Friday. This was an arrival all of us yearning for moths. I, the Appachan, confess, my happiness lead me beyond Rome.
I can see Gundappu’s Amachi, consulting places far as Narickal, and Ernakulam, but doing every thing her own ways and style. No doubt, no one doubts, what she does is the best and matchless. Gudnappu’s Mema christened Gundappu with that name when he was inside (you should know Gundappu is not his given name, but in our circle he will remain Gundappu for many more years). Wah! Gundappu brought us all to our toes with our antennas to his direction. Not only that,
Gundappu is now the Solar Star; every others are planets making round and round and round. Wah! All our planning for House, rooms, furniture, clothes Journeys, starts with the interests of Gundappu and turns around Gundappu. We will now have only one thing to discuss. Gundappu’s every day activities., his sleep, cry, irritation, intakes and discharges. Gundappu arrived with new music, light and colour in to our home, perhaps after more than quarter of a century.
To my dear blog followers, I reveal a secret Gundappu smiled at me, me only. I will soon be learning his language for effective and meaningful communication between us.
I am very busy, so until next time I come up with more news about Gundappu, excuse me please………..
Gundappu arrived on the most auspicious day, Good Friday. This was an arrival all of us yearning for moths. I, the Appachan, confess, my happiness lead me beyond Rome.
I can see Gundappu’s Amachi, consulting places far as Narickal, and Ernakulam, but doing every thing her own ways and style. No doubt, no one doubts, what she does is the best and matchless. Gudnappu’s Mema christened Gundappu with that name when he was inside (you should know Gundappu is not his given name, but in our circle he will remain Gundappu for many more years). Wah! Gundappu brought us all to our toes with our antennas to his direction. Not only that,
Gundappu is now the Solar Star; every others are planets making round and round and round. Wah! All our planning for House, rooms, furniture, clothes Journeys, starts with the interests of Gundappu and turns around Gundappu. We will now have only one thing to discuss. Gundappu’s every day activities., his sleep, cry, irritation, intakes and discharges. Gundappu arrived with new music, light and colour in to our home, perhaps after more than quarter of a century.
To my dear blog followers, I reveal a secret Gundappu smiled at me, me only. I will soon be learning his language for effective and meaningful communication between us.
I am very busy, so until next time I come up with more news about Gundappu, excuse me please………..
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Rejoice in ........
At sixty one plus, I should be behaving an elderly, rigid, religious, more tending to GOD. I confess I believe in GOD, the almighty, in all forms, be Ye Yahowa, Yah, Allah, Vishnu, Brahma, & Shiva. I Love Jesus for his multiple teachings and the prayer – Our father -, HIS humble birth, modesty and humility, and also for his confiscating the vine from the well at the Marriage at Kanai which was concealed by the cunning Jew. It was a good job. I love Krishna for his teachings of Dharma, and for his earthy deeds. He was very boyish when he was a boy.
Today, in the Visual Arts Gallery, there was a painting of Krishna and Jesus, like two village youths sitting and chatting under a tree with their animals around. The caption of the painting was ‘Edayar’(Malayalam) – (Shepherds).
Last Sunday, the Young priest, who conducted the service, cautioned the folks before him the need to be clean. He was vocal of the importance of washing off sins, at least, once a year. He meant the need for confession. He further in his sermon cited the recent Japan calamity to alarm the believers the need for confession. He doubted, if, those Japanese – over twenty thousand–who have met with death got entry into Heaven, as they were not prepared for the same.. He warned and cautioned the folks to be prepared for eventual death, which can occur any time, as in Japan. He was proposing the need for confession. I felt the need to walk out and exactly did. I do not feel guilty.
Bibin turned 18 last week. I called him to wish. He said he would not celeberate his 18th B’day as it is Lent season. Where in the holy scriptures, it is written you should not rejoice. He was so unyielding in his belief, I did not try to correct him. The boy who lives in London town, is averse to good life any boy of his age would be craving. A very unhealthy sign indeed.
I seriously feel, something is wrong in our religious system. The priests do not have a qualm while taking the folks for a ride. They instill fear in believers’ minds, more so young minds. I do not know if it is the policy of the church. If so, they will meet a certain end of road very soon.
Today, in the Visual Arts Gallery, there was a painting of Krishna and Jesus, like two village youths sitting and chatting under a tree with their animals around. The caption of the painting was ‘Edayar’(Malayalam) – (Shepherds).
Last Sunday, the Young priest, who conducted the service, cautioned the folks before him the need to be clean. He was vocal of the importance of washing off sins, at least, once a year. He meant the need for confession. He further in his sermon cited the recent Japan calamity to alarm the believers the need for confession. He doubted, if, those Japanese – over twenty thousand–who have met with death got entry into Heaven, as they were not prepared for the same.. He warned and cautioned the folks to be prepared for eventual death, which can occur any time, as in Japan. He was proposing the need for confession. I felt the need to walk out and exactly did. I do not feel guilty.
Bibin turned 18 last week. I called him to wish. He said he would not celeberate his 18th B’day as it is Lent season. Where in the holy scriptures, it is written you should not rejoice. He was so unyielding in his belief, I did not try to correct him. The boy who lives in London town, is averse to good life any boy of his age would be craving. A very unhealthy sign indeed.
I seriously feel, something is wrong in our religious system. The priests do not have a qualm while taking the folks for a ride. They instill fear in believers’ minds, more so young minds. I do not know if it is the policy of the church. If so, they will meet a certain end of road very soon.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Kodathel Unni
When I was young, very young, as old as eight or ten, during one of our weekly visit to the Church, my friend, Varkey took me to the idol of “ Kodathel Unni” (Baby Jesus on a globe)–literally meaning ‘Child on the Pot’. Unni was, in fact is, beautifully clothed like a young little girl. Yes, Unni, though a boy, is robed with a well-knit silk maxi frock.(when I recently visited the church I looked for Unni — the robe has been changed).
Varkey took me to the ‘Kodathel Unni”, glanced around and made sure no one, especially the nuns, was around. Then suddenly he raised the maxi.
Aghast! I could not believe my eyes, I saw it.
Yes, an electric like tremor passed through my bones. Varkey, my friend, made me to view Jesus in his true attire. I committed a sin. I sinned with my eyes. Believe it, I saw Baby Jesus naked. A dead sin indeed. Under his decorated pink rob, Unni wore nothing, I mean, the boyish thing was there for real. I was scared to the bone. I do not know, for how long I was under that fear of sinning with my eyes. I had revealed this secret not to many. Had that act be known to the Nun teachers, God, what would have been the case. I don’t know if the sculptor of the idol was rebuked by the Church.
I am sure, one of the nuns might have had the idea of covering Baby Jesus. She might have had a smile too.
I feel, Baby Jesus would have been put there as it is, I mean without that pink maxi on him. Then Varkey, my friend, and me would not have committed that sin, sin of seeing the disturbing revelation. Unni Krishnan (Baby Lord Krishna) is seen in as is in temples, and, I believe, Unni Krishnan is more in friendship with boys of my age at that time than Kodathel Unni. My point is, why not Unni Yesu a naughty, wily, and earthy boy like Unni Krishnan, a friend of all ages and gender. While Unni Krishnan plays with the boys and Gopikas Unni Yesu is confined to the tabernacle. No play, only bow. Let Jesus be a friend of Children, let HIM play with them. Children will like it, love it indeed.
Pope Benedit XVI in his latest book Jesus of Nazareth, Part II corrects some of the beliefs of the Catholic world viz. the general belief that Jews crucified the Lord. He apologises the Church’s inaction against holocaust of the Jews, an act the Nazis committed during the ww.II, a thing Pius XII, the then Pope, closed his eyes on.
So much so, church needs to also change its stand on marriage, celibacy, child bearing etc. There are good number of persons in the religious robs wanting to do away with it, but can not, for fear of social boycotts. I believe, it will be apt, if the church allows the apple to seed, instead of rot and perish.
Varkey took me to the ‘Kodathel Unni”, glanced around and made sure no one, especially the nuns, was around. Then suddenly he raised the maxi.
Aghast! I could not believe my eyes, I saw it.
Yes, an electric like tremor passed through my bones. Varkey, my friend, made me to view Jesus in his true attire. I committed a sin. I sinned with my eyes. Believe it, I saw Baby Jesus naked. A dead sin indeed. Under his decorated pink rob, Unni wore nothing, I mean, the boyish thing was there for real. I was scared to the bone. I do not know, for how long I was under that fear of sinning with my eyes. I had revealed this secret not to many. Had that act be known to the Nun teachers, God, what would have been the case. I don’t know if the sculptor of the idol was rebuked by the Church.
I am sure, one of the nuns might have had the idea of covering Baby Jesus. She might have had a smile too.
I feel, Baby Jesus would have been put there as it is, I mean without that pink maxi on him. Then Varkey, my friend, and me would not have committed that sin, sin of seeing the disturbing revelation. Unni Krishnan (Baby Lord Krishna) is seen in as is in temples, and, I believe, Unni Krishnan is more in friendship with boys of my age at that time than Kodathel Unni. My point is, why not Unni Yesu a naughty, wily, and earthy boy like Unni Krishnan, a friend of all ages and gender. While Unni Krishnan plays with the boys and Gopikas Unni Yesu is confined to the tabernacle. No play, only bow. Let Jesus be a friend of Children, let HIM play with them. Children will like it, love it indeed.
Pope Benedit XVI in his latest book Jesus of Nazareth, Part II corrects some of the beliefs of the Catholic world viz. the general belief that Jews crucified the Lord. He apologises the Church’s inaction against holocaust of the Jews, an act the Nazis committed during the ww.II, a thing Pius XII, the then Pope, closed his eyes on.
So much so, church needs to also change its stand on marriage, celibacy, child bearing etc. There are good number of persons in the religious robs wanting to do away with it, but can not, for fear of social boycotts. I believe, it will be apt, if the church allows the apple to seed, instead of rot and perish.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A little more
Long back, in a sermon, a a priest narrated the incident, I now recollect and post it for my rare viewers.
A little more
On a winter night, a weak, frail, almost unconscious person was found on a busy pavement. He had very little clothes on him, and it seemed he has had no food for long. He was shivering with high fever. What to say, he was almost dying on the pavement.
A good Samaritan lead him to a nearby Government Hospital. Doctors routinely allotted him a little space in the already over-crowded Hospital Varanda, The Hospital runners were certain he was a destitute, hence as can be expected, he was treated exactly the way a dejected person can expect. Days passed. On the strength of the pills flung into his mouth by the reluctant nurses, he was back on the recovery path.
On such a day, the attendant nurse, to her surprise, found him reading a book, an English book. She could not resist her anxiety. She promptly took this matter up to the Doctor. The doctor too could not believe as he too had counted him a destitute beggar, certainly not a lettered category.
The doctor accompanied the nurse to the patient and quipped “Area you reading”
“Yes, doctor, just for passing time” “thank you”, in a low voice the patient replied.
Surprised, the doctor further queried, “Are you a learned person ?”
“Yes Doctor” a little” the patient politely answered.
“How little, Pre-degree ?” … Doctor
“Yes, but a little more”
“BA” ?
“ Yes, but a little more”
“Then, uhm…..MA ?”
“Yes doctor, but a little more” patient smiled and answered the doctors.
“My Good God” the impatient doctor yelled at the patient “ Tell me what is your qualification” Who are you ?
Looking up the doctor and the nurse, the patient in a weak, whispering, but firm voice said.
“I am every thing that you have asked, but a little more”
“I am a M ….A….N”
A little more
On a winter night, a weak, frail, almost unconscious person was found on a busy pavement. He had very little clothes on him, and it seemed he has had no food for long. He was shivering with high fever. What to say, he was almost dying on the pavement.
A good Samaritan lead him to a nearby Government Hospital. Doctors routinely allotted him a little space in the already over-crowded Hospital Varanda, The Hospital runners were certain he was a destitute, hence as can be expected, he was treated exactly the way a dejected person can expect. Days passed. On the strength of the pills flung into his mouth by the reluctant nurses, he was back on the recovery path.
On such a day, the attendant nurse, to her surprise, found him reading a book, an English book. She could not resist her anxiety. She promptly took this matter up to the Doctor. The doctor too could not believe as he too had counted him a destitute beggar, certainly not a lettered category.
The doctor accompanied the nurse to the patient and quipped “Area you reading”
“Yes, doctor, just for passing time” “thank you”, in a low voice the patient replied.
Surprised, the doctor further queried, “Are you a learned person ?”
“Yes Doctor” a little” the patient politely answered.
“How little, Pre-degree ?” … Doctor
“Yes, but a little more”
“BA” ?
“ Yes, but a little more”
“Then, uhm…..MA ?”
“Yes doctor, but a little more” patient smiled and answered the doctors.
“My Good God” the impatient doctor yelled at the patient “ Tell me what is your qualification” Who are you ?
Looking up the doctor and the nurse, the patient in a weak, whispering, but firm voice said.
“I am every thing that you have asked, but a little more”
“I am a M ….A….N”
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Justice Instant
Today, 6th January 2011 – A court in Delhi ruled with 2000 rupees and seven years jail for two thieves, who tried to steal Rs.20/- . Good Work – The courts are doing a well done job !
The New year was buzzed with reports Ex CJI’s relatives amassing billions…. another Ex CJI’s with billions in the Delhi Shopping Malls… (remember the demolitions of un-authrorised colonies) they were for shut shops and shop in Malls where EX’s son has a stake. Fast delivery of justice for fast bucks Good Justice. An Ex foreign minister,s son for kick back from Saddam… All Saints roam free.. EX-CJI – KGB-protects …Human rights …Phoooo They play Dalit card, political ploy etc..etc..… They are pure as white milk.
A Lady stabbed a MLA in Bihar. Instant Justice!
Binayak Sen, was given a life term. He was linked to ISI (Indian Social Institute – A Jesuits run Research Institution) for Terrorism ( ISI of Pak)Phoo.. , He was also charged for sedation- for he served as a Doctor, the marginalized, the untouchables…. Evidence.. His prescriptions to a Tribal who was branded ‘Naxal’ by the Feudal Military – Salva Judum- with license to kill the black, thin, hungry, illiterate, insolvent ‘Junglies’. Remember, the Dr. Desai… with licensing scam…He may perhaps walk out for want of evidence. You know why? Reason you can get above… Crores ? You want example Arushi’s parents ?
.
Young India…. R U sleeping. Rahul went on a whirlwind tour to countryside….met whom for what ? Where is he? Is he doing anything… Or Does he still think… India is Sachin, Dhoni, Rittik, Ash & Deepika – Cricket and Film, Jyodiraditya, Sachin and Yatin Prasada – Princely inheritance for governance… Dear Rahul Ganhi, look Eastward…. There is India boiling. Act, if you can.. OR else….
The New year was buzzed with reports Ex CJI’s relatives amassing billions…. another Ex CJI’s with billions in the Delhi Shopping Malls… (remember the demolitions of un-authrorised colonies) they were for shut shops and shop in Malls where EX’s son has a stake. Fast delivery of justice for fast bucks Good Justice. An Ex foreign minister,s son for kick back from Saddam… All Saints roam free.. EX-CJI – KGB-protects …Human rights …Phoooo They play Dalit card, political ploy etc..etc..… They are pure as white milk.
A Lady stabbed a MLA in Bihar. Instant Justice!
Binayak Sen, was given a life term. He was linked to ISI (Indian Social Institute – A Jesuits run Research Institution) for Terrorism ( ISI of Pak)Phoo.. , He was also charged for sedation- for he served as a Doctor, the marginalized, the untouchables…. Evidence.. His prescriptions to a Tribal who was branded ‘Naxal’ by the Feudal Military – Salva Judum- with license to kill the black, thin, hungry, illiterate, insolvent ‘Junglies’. Remember, the Dr. Desai… with licensing scam…He may perhaps walk out for want of evidence. You know why? Reason you can get above… Crores ? You want example Arushi’s parents ?
.
Young India…. R U sleeping. Rahul went on a whirlwind tour to countryside….met whom for what ? Where is he? Is he doing anything… Or Does he still think… India is Sachin, Dhoni, Rittik, Ash & Deepika – Cricket and Film, Jyodiraditya, Sachin and Yatin Prasada – Princely inheritance for governance… Dear Rahul Ganhi, look Eastward…. There is India boiling. Act, if you can.. OR else….
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