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.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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….
Mallu Pride..... Phhhhtttto
My 2nd posting of the day shall follow with a third one.
I had once written about my Mallu Pride…. It was like a big Balloon, the more I hear about accomplished Mallus My balloon used to get inflated.
Phto…. CP Ramachandran Nair, the CEO of LIC Finance pinned my pride balloon… Now with coffers from the KGB’s corruption house, it got deflated. I shall not blow it again. KG Balakrishnan was assigned the custodian of Law of the Nation. He blasted it…..CPR was assigned with investors hard-earned crores… he played with it. Phhhtooooo….
It is the season of Large scale corruption. Koda, Raja, Kalmadi, - they say they are only the tip of the Ice Berg – Then there are the real big icebergs, behind black glasses, Cricket boards- Oh my Good God, save this country, save my God's own country from disrepute too.
I had once written about my Mallu Pride…. It was like a big Balloon, the more I hear about accomplished Mallus My balloon used to get inflated.
Phto…. CP Ramachandran Nair, the CEO of LIC Finance pinned my pride balloon… Now with coffers from the KGB’s corruption house, it got deflated. I shall not blow it again. KG Balakrishnan was assigned the custodian of Law of the Nation. He blasted it…..CPR was assigned with investors hard-earned crores… he played with it. Phhhtooooo….
It is the season of Large scale corruption. Koda, Raja, Kalmadi, - they say they are only the tip of the Ice Berg – Then there are the real big icebergs, behind black glasses, Cricket boards- Oh my Good God, save this country, save my God's own country from disrepute too.
40 th in Delhi
Though It is New Year, I have to report my 40th Christmas in Delhi.
It was Christmas again… The usual star cast, maha maha boring Carols… Cold Midnight Mass ! But of course, Christmas thrills. With four gulp of Royalstag and the un-comparable delicacies from Baby & Co with 11 guests from Skn family add Christmas spirit well with sharing and Merry.
Of course Baby’s cake, add my cholesterol, Nitin’s too – he is the biggest customer – Colleagues N Bus companions cherished.
A day prior to – I broke my leg, put on plaster. Baby says… it is due to my straying glances… What to do… I too think, it may be.. OR may be to remind me of my age. But blessing in disguise, Baby takes up tasks to do things on her own.
This is perhaps my 40th Christmas in Delhi… Hence, cold weather has become a routine thing. Enjoy. I was without shoes and with plaster on left foot, but no complaints. I enjoyed Christmas ! Plaster will go on till 19th Jan, if not redone.
Hope and pray to see many more Christmas… Johny Walker OR Black Label next time. Any takers ?
It was Christmas again… The usual star cast, maha maha boring Carols… Cold Midnight Mass ! But of course, Christmas thrills. With four gulp of Royalstag and the un-comparable delicacies from Baby & Co with 11 guests from Skn family add Christmas spirit well with sharing and Merry.
Of course Baby’s cake, add my cholesterol, Nitin’s too – he is the biggest customer – Colleagues N Bus companions cherished.
A day prior to – I broke my leg, put on plaster. Baby says… it is due to my straying glances… What to do… I too think, it may be.. OR may be to remind me of my age. But blessing in disguise, Baby takes up tasks to do things on her own.
This is perhaps my 40th Christmas in Delhi… Hence, cold weather has become a routine thing. Enjoy. I was without shoes and with plaster on left foot, but no complaints. I enjoyed Christmas ! Plaster will go on till 19th Jan, if not redone.
Hope and pray to see many more Christmas… Johny Walker OR Black Label next time. Any takers ?
Friday, December 10, 2010
Those days
There was a very popular saying those days going around the clerk community that “a clerk’s life commence with a loan and ends up with another loan”.
Many of us, the Office going lot, usually want days flip through fast. This phenomenon starts normally on the tenth of the month, as the stock will be over by that time. Then on an average he look around for a ‘pick pocket’, i.e another term for borrowing from ‘rich’ colleagues. 10th is no such cut off, as many even start it from day one, for reason that the previous months picks have fully been recovered by the ‘rich’. Those who have other means, or miser to the core, live on resources available or as it comes. But I am talking about the ordinary fellow, who is lost before a type-writer for eight hours, with a break for lunch when the art of prying and bitching takes shape and other news such as power, water and DDA. You know, at times the so called misers are a very respectable community, as these lot provide the pick pocket facility. Though bitching is mainly about these people for they do not spent a pie for socialization, they are the ones in deed when in need. .
I do not know what is happening these days, as I am ‘rich’ now and do not wish the days flip by. Type-writer hardly visible. Nostalgia ! Babus have either vanished or still munching ‘mungphalis’, got pot bellied and polluting and counting days for Gratuity, and left over from PF to be ‘rich’. Things, I am certain, have changed. Youngsters are now well off. Though their spending spectrum has widened, they no more look up for a living bank.
I do miss those days, my friends in need, I remember Shri Chokharam, of DPS, my premier bank who use to freely allow me to pick pocket then K S Varghese, who is now settled in Changanassery. He lost his wife and is settled in his Palatial House, all alone, his children away on job elsewhere. C P Jopseph, was another living bank I loot, I have lost contact, for long. He may have settled in his “Manadan” House in Chalakkudy or his Vikaspuri house. There are many more, but for I do not remember, I can not mention their names.
‘Marayya’ came to Delhi when the Vijayawada stock yard closed. He was a Chowkidar at the Delhi Stock Yard of Tata Steel. I remember Marayya with a folding hand, seeking some help for his son be employed in Tata Steel. Satyanarayana joined the Company, as a Chowkidar at the Okhla Stock Yard. A post, his father, Marayya vacated by retirement. Marayya would have been on cloud nine now, as his son – within a span of 15 years – got promoted as Assistant Manager with Tata Steel. A rare achievement for Son of a Watchman. Marayya left the world, a month or two after his son got absorved in Tata Steel. Tata Steel has got four to five generations working for the Company. The Company in turn, look after their folks well. That is why people from Tata Steel proudly say, ‘ I am from TATA’. Like the Indian Army, Tata men truly belong to the Company. Mind you, it is no Corporate – It is Tata Company, always, any doubt, ask any second or third generation Tata men.
Many of us, the Office going lot, usually want days flip through fast. This phenomenon starts normally on the tenth of the month, as the stock will be over by that time. Then on an average he look around for a ‘pick pocket’, i.e another term for borrowing from ‘rich’ colleagues. 10th is no such cut off, as many even start it from day one, for reason that the previous months picks have fully been recovered by the ‘rich’. Those who have other means, or miser to the core, live on resources available or as it comes. But I am talking about the ordinary fellow, who is lost before a type-writer for eight hours, with a break for lunch when the art of prying and bitching takes shape and other news such as power, water and DDA. You know, at times the so called misers are a very respectable community, as these lot provide the pick pocket facility. Though bitching is mainly about these people for they do not spent a pie for socialization, they are the ones in deed when in need. .
I do not know what is happening these days, as I am ‘rich’ now and do not wish the days flip by. Type-writer hardly visible. Nostalgia ! Babus have either vanished or still munching ‘mungphalis’, got pot bellied and polluting and counting days for Gratuity, and left over from PF to be ‘rich’. Things, I am certain, have changed. Youngsters are now well off. Though their spending spectrum has widened, they no more look up for a living bank.
I do miss those days, my friends in need, I remember Shri Chokharam, of DPS, my premier bank who use to freely allow me to pick pocket then K S Varghese, who is now settled in Changanassery. He lost his wife and is settled in his Palatial House, all alone, his children away on job elsewhere. C P Jopseph, was another living bank I loot, I have lost contact, for long. He may have settled in his “Manadan” House in Chalakkudy or his Vikaspuri house. There are many more, but for I do not remember, I can not mention their names.
‘Marayya’ came to Delhi when the Vijayawada stock yard closed. He was a Chowkidar at the Delhi Stock Yard of Tata Steel. I remember Marayya with a folding hand, seeking some help for his son be employed in Tata Steel. Satyanarayana joined the Company, as a Chowkidar at the Okhla Stock Yard. A post, his father, Marayya vacated by retirement. Marayya would have been on cloud nine now, as his son – within a span of 15 years – got promoted as Assistant Manager with Tata Steel. A rare achievement for Son of a Watchman. Marayya left the world, a month or two after his son got absorved in Tata Steel. Tata Steel has got four to five generations working for the Company. The Company in turn, look after their folks well. That is why people from Tata Steel proudly say, ‘ I am from TATA’. Like the Indian Army, Tata men truly belong to the Company. Mind you, it is no Corporate – It is Tata Company, always, any doubt, ask any second or third generation Tata men.
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