Friday, May 24, 2013

Singapore alias 'Simhapuram'


Time scarcity remains the reason for a pause in posting a blog for long.

Singapore – An unforgettable Experience

Our Singapore trip would have escaped appearing on blog as memory power is diminishing by day and not giving me sufficient support to bring back the moments in chronology.

On 23rd April, as planned and programmed by my twins and M/s D’Pauls, we set out for our Singapore voyage by Jet Airways. After a 3 hour boredom wait at the sleepy  departure lounge of the IG International Airport, we were caged into the Jet Airways couches for a six hours’ journey to Singapore. The flight departed at 8.45 a.m (IST) and landed us at 4.30 p.m. Singapore time, with a time difference of two and a half hours, making our day longer by that many hours and minutes.

As the carrier flew over the seas of Singapore, we could view ships and cruises floating down under as if they are colourful toy cars on a plain surface. For some time we became child- like. The Singapore Flier and Skyscrapers become clearer in minutes before the final landing.  After visa stamping, emigration checks etc. at the Airport we were allowed to enter one of the neatest cities in the world.  

Contrary to my expectation of an Indian tour organizer, D’Pauls were present at the Airport. Two of their representatives received us at the airport and dropped us at the hotel in a luxury bus. We were placed in Hotel ‘Fortuna’ in “Little India”. On the way to the Hotel,  they briefed us one of the few famous shopping malls of Singapore. We went to sleep that day without any further activities except our vegetarian dinner. Little India, where our hotel stood, has plenty of Restaurants and we got into a Vegetarian Restaurant and settled for a vegetarian Thali  paying 9 dollars each. A Singapore dollar is approximately 45 rupees in value.

Singapore Flier

The next day, we were received by a loud, chattery Singaporean lady guide of Chinese Origin, Caroline by name. She got us in a Wolkswagen eight seater and drove around Singapore. We were taken to the Singapore flier, a huge large fly wheel with tubular room sized closed cabins with cushioned seats and glass enclosures. The wheel took forty minutes to make one round upside down. We could see huge tall silvery sky scrapers, Singapore’s neat and wide city roads and fly- overs one side, and the seas with cruises anchored and floating in it the other side. Far away, across the sea, we could spot Malaysia and Indonesia. After the enthralling city tour, we were dropped back around lunch time, the rest of the day was free, we had lunch from ‘Saravana Bhavan”, and repeated same for Dinner too.

The Santosa Experience

On day three, we were taken by the same lady guide to Santosa Island, entry tickets were all pre-purchased. We were dropped there around 11 a.m. for the day to be picked up at 8 p.m. from the gate where we were dropped. She had given us the Driver’s phone number.

The Santosa experience started with a ride on a sleigh (a metal coated plank put on four wheels) with a single axilator–cum-break which slopped down a neatly tarred, narrow lane on a hill road with only trees to look at both sides. The lanes were skirted with concrete siding in order to save riders from a possible skid from the pathway to the deep valley.  We finished our adventurous ride on two different vehicles. Though Baby had an initial fear, she settled later though at a slow pace releasing the lever and applying the break in between, making other riders take careful turns and curves to surpass us.  It was full of fun and adventurous, The other riders, perhaps regulars were riding past us very fast.

We then headed for butterfly park, where we could locate myriad coloured butterflies and birds in a rain forest environment.

Wonders of Under-water world

After the Butterfly park, we moved to the wonder land of marine animals the “Under-water world”. The large watery enclosure with glass bottoms above was a zoo of the marines  below sea-level. A variety of sea animals cris-crossing like rockets above our head. It was as though they were viewing us the humans from their habitat the –sea.  we went round and round standing on  the conveyor, head raised above, looking at species in their natural self.  School of sharks, ray fishes, large sized travelly (Vatta), and other small fishes were floating free in their natural habitat. We saw a very Large ‘Octopus” with its tentacles spreading across.

Dolphin Show

The day stretched to a dolphin show at 3 O clock which ended at four. The Dolphins did eye- catching aerobics in the water, but it was the black ‘seals’ with their  flippers waving and tapping on the wooden podium, bouncing on its fleshy tail to take the rings flung from different distances on its neck with ease  both in and outside the waters, won our hearts the most.

We had then to spend three hours for our next scheduled programme. ‘The Song of the Sea’. We walked along the sea-shore. It was humid, Baby was tired, me too. To pass time we went in the free ride buses around Santosa Island and also the mono rail from one end to the other. During the Mono rail ride we saw ‘Universal Studios’. We did not have plan for ‘Universal Studios’, as we were told that it would be a day long affair with so many fun-rides which we were afraid we might not be able to enjoy and so skipped it. 

Song of the Sea

By 7 p.m. we assembled at the beach for the ‘The Song of the Sea’ show. It was a spectacular light and sound show with laser light magic depicting in brief the back ground of Singapore and its patron mermaid goddess.

Mohammad, the Chinese driver from D’Paul’s came looking for us at the exit gate and drove us back to the hotel.  We had to end up with ‘Saravana Bhvan’ veg food that night tooand retired to sleep.

The third day, Friday, we were free till 6 p.m. We received Sunita’s call to visit her Restaurant in Labrador Park. That day’s lunch was with her. Our First Singaporian Non-veg food. The taste of the food was marvelous. We enjoyed and ate the food like we haven’t eaten for days together.

The Restaturant named “ Paratha  Paratha”, in a ‘Gurgaon type’ modern sky scrapper complex, was Indian to the core, a name “Malabari” would have been more apt. Sunita is Nitin’s cousin and buddy. She seemed a very warm person. Sunita, like a local guide monitored our journey in the Singapore Metro from Ferrer Park to Labrador Park, with a change over at Sea front centre  till her doorstep over the phone. We were amazed that the time we set for her restaurant was the busiest hours of her business,but we could not see a trace of uneasiness on her face. She modestly received us, served us the best food that we can remember in Singapore and escorted us back till the Shopping Mall and then to the Metro. She spent almost three hours before we depart. She has two kids whose time we had stolen that day. Sunita’s Husband is running a Restaurant in Little India, where she had invited us to join on Saturday or Sunday, we could not meet them as it was raining the next two days and we could not walk the streets in comforts.

The Night Safari

Friday evening at 6 O clock  D’Paul’s bus picked us for the “night Safari”. It was an hour’s drive from our place. We reached around seven. On reaching we were put in the open top toy train and set for the jungle safari. It was a “Ride through the Jungle in the night”. Around a zoo, though, it was fun. It gave us  feel of the jungle with beattle and other night creatures sound mixed with roars of lion, trumpeting elephants, cry of fox,heyna, and wild buffaloes along with the screeching of the rail wheel while taking turnings here and there. We could see, as we moved, on both sides, animals moving under floodlights hovering over their head. Though disturbed the animals we enjoyed the ride.  After the night safari it was the turn of jungle dance. The dancers draped in cavemen’s dress performed tricks with fire by spitting fire in different ways. . These are the same tricks we see back home at various regional ceremonies. That day’s dinner was included in the  tour package and we were taken to the same restaurant where we used to have our breakfast near the hotel.

The Hoppo ride

On Saturday, since we had nothing programmed for the day , paying 33 SD per person we boarded a double ducker for a Singapore City tour. The Bus- like our Poho- went around the city in an hour. The pass had 24 hours’ validity. We could make any number of ride within 24 hours. We thought of making it once again, but could not do so owing to rain. We found a Restaurant which served Non-veg food. It was run by a Malayali Muslim. We had rice and fish curry and fish fry. We repeated the same for dinner also.

The 6th day

The sixth day was also the final day in Singapore. During an hour long shopping at Mustafa’s, where we bought stuff for Chakku, who we miserably missed throughout. In fact, majority of stuffs we purchased meant for him only. At Mustafa’s we befriended a Sales person – Mr. Prasad, hails from Kottayam.(We saw number of Malayalees on the streets of Little India reminding us of INA Market). It would be unfair if I do not mention that this part of Singapore, gave us a feeling of Chennai as the language spoken at variance is Tamil. I could locate four large, rich south Indian Temples in the vicinity of a kilo- meter along the road where chanting of Mantras in Tamil could be heard. Singapore metro makes announcements in Tamil besides English and Malay.  

We checked out at 12 O clock. Kept the things at the Hotel lobby, we went out for one final walk through the Singapore Streets.  We repeated the previous days menu from the same “Ekkakka’s hotel’ for lunch.

Before concluding, it would be unfair if I do not thank D’Paul’s who with their meticulous planning and organizational skill made our journey in an alien land comfortable, smooth and homely without any hitches. All their reps in Singapore especially Indians were warm, helpful and always connected.

At 3 p.m. D’Paul’s Vehicle picked us from ‘Fortuna’, dropped us back at Singapore International. Again after a three hour long wait, we were caged into Jet which left at Singapore time 7. 45 for a six hours flight and flew us back to IG International at IST 10.15  giving back our lost 2 and half hours and a basketful of memories of our first International Voyage. We skipped Duty free purchases. We have visa valid for a year long, who knows we may make one more trip, but this time with Chakku and others.

 

 

 

 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

This is for Prem Kumar


A day or two after our Singapore trip plan got finalized, (We made a virtual tour of Bangkok Pattaya, Sri Lanka and Dubai before we decided to fly to Singapore). got the shocking news of OCP down with a massive stroke. OCP struggled and fought for a month before finally giving up.  Nitin had already reached to be with his father in time. We got the painful news midnight Saturday. By the time it was already the next day, Sunday 8th April, four of us- Baby, Lisa, Aditya and me managed to get in the morning by Indigo, reached Kochi in 3 hours. Always, after our children’s marriage,  Prem Kumar was there at Nedumbassery to receive us.  We had to hire a taxi to reach home as the one who used to receive us was lying motionless in the cooled mobile mortuary waiting for his last journey.
OCP’s was a sudden departure from the scene, a soft spoken he was, we had very limited verbal communications. During the course of five years or so we knew each other, it was I who used more words in talks, he used very few words to express his side, but were enough to build a bond between the two of us. The evenings of our limited Kochi stays were  made warmer by his opening a scotch and that was when OCP made his points louder with words.
Till now It has not fully registered that he will not be there at the airport when we visit Kochi or drive us down for our return in future. Also that we will not have another evening together, with scotch. Here again, I owe him a lot, a good friend.
I was proud to be a relative of this Gentleman who left this world, leaving a very strong imprint in our hearts which will remain, till memories fade. 

Monday, January 21, 2013

A Picnic to the Zoo, and a New Year Resolution


A Picnic to the Zoo, and a New Year Resolution

On Sunday the 20th Jan 2013 we made it to the Delhi Zoo, perhaps after a lapse of twenty long years. This was with a mission to familiarise Chakku - sorry- Aditya. Aditya by his own self addressing system has corrected us from calling him ‘Chakku’. He only takes his name ‘Aditya” and we have no other option but to follow suit. Chakku will soon get into archives as Aditya is emerging strongly.

Zoo had Lion, giraffe, tiger, bear, deer, crocodile, swans, ducks, pelicans, parrots monkeys and many more were there. He liked them or not, but from his enthusiasm it seemed he enjoyed the over four km walk in the clean environment. Normally he is being taken to concrete-electronic jungle “the mall” but this time, it was for a change.

Recently I took part in a “New year Fun- Resolution’ contest held by TERI. My entry was selected for the first prize. I reproduce the entry below, but on the subject I wish to state that my entry was selected not because it was any literary marvel, but for the reason that scholars in TERI did not whole-heartedly took part. I had won a first prize on another occasion too.

The prize winner resolution was like

I will pedal my bicycle to office, drink from the tap and say no to recycled water,
Will have tea with Gur and Tulsi  in a mud pot, ‘n’ say no to cup of China Clay.
Switch off A/C, use inland letter pad to write a mail, and stop e-mail henceforth.
Carry a Motorola walky-talky, ’n’ will throw away my Nokia X2.
Take a dip in Yamuna River once a week and call CM’s help line ‘181’ when in need.
Put on a Gandhi topi and a Khadi Kurta to office ‘n’ say no to Polyester and Terry-cot.
Switch off FM when playing ‘Chipkale….. Fevicol Se… and
Will only listen to music when playing Meri Man ki Ganga Aur Teri Man ki Yamuna ke
Bol Radha Bol Sangam Hoga ki Nahin…..
Mushkil Hey, Magar Na mumkin bhi Nahim !

A Confession, An obituary, a Regret and more


A Confession, An obituary, a Regret and more

Amnesia, is it that, makes me forget a thing in a minute or two. Of late, it becomes hard to recall a thing I remembered a minute or so back, it is becoming tough by day. Many a ‘things to do’ does not figure in the day’s ‘list of things done’ at the end of the day. May be I have to resort to some kind of tonic for boosting memory.

I remember solidly my memory power that on a fine afternoon session in Class X, my Sir, respected V P Narayanan Nair- who is no more- caught me straying out of the window while he was lecturing the non-detail “Tarapatham”. He threw a piece of chalk, which hit my forehead and raised his finger pointer, asking me stand abrupt up, shooting a question from the lesson he was lecturing. Double sure to beat me literally with the cane, it was a long sentence, a stretch of twenty to thirty words, that he poked on me. I was shaken for a moment. But recalled all what I heard last and recited back without any error. The boys went on a loud crack, and Sir had to retreat.

A Teacher-revered- Fr. Paul Koodapuzha was the Principal of Holy Angels School, Sahibabad, when we ‘migrated’ to Sahibabad from South Delhi. Father was very kind in admitting Swapna and Lisa in Class V and III respectively. Seeing Swapna’s zeal for reading, he used to lend her books from his personal collections. He was the Principal and Head of English in the School and simultaneously held responsibility of the Parish Priest. I was selected to be the Secretary of the Parish Council at his instance. We together worked to bring new vigour in the Church community. All parishioners, then a ninety -family strong community, took part in the newly introduced changes for good. I had Fr. Paul’s whole hearted support to get things brought to the community  which  became catalysts to church’s many social initiatives. Introduction of the Celebration of the Parish Day with sports and cultural programmes being one of them. Vincent D Paul Society was brought to Sahibabad Parish.  

Father  left for his heavenly abode. His last days were in Bharananganam.  He succumped to Cancer. He was a disciplinarian in all respect. Not known for any unhealthy eating habits or smoking or drinking.  Robin Joseph, father’s nephew- had invited me for the  memorial mass( 41st day) at Sahibabad. It was held in the Convent. Father’s lively smile  still afresh, I noticed persons who were close to him missing in his memorial. It was also a revisit of old faces. The mass was conducted by Fr. John Prakash, a friend and longtime associate of Fr. Paul himself.

Once I had an altercation with Fr. Prakash, in the church. I was overboard in the act, it was more so for instant publicity which I used to enjoy. I should have realized the fact that though father was making a false statement from the Altar, he was doing his job, and that he was trying to do it diplomatically in his style. Anyhow, it was his job he was carrying out, which I interrupted with my inflated, plummeted ego. Later, years after, realizing my fault, I called him over phone, and apologized. Sincerely hope he took it in the right spirit  and forgave me. On the memorial day when we met after the Holy Mass we hugged each other and I appologised in person once again. If it was for an ordinary person, I would n’t have gone for any repentance. But here the other person I hurt with my words was no ordinary. He was a respected preacher, a scholar, a person held in high esteem by the church and school community and also senior to me in age, he also qualifies to be respected for the reason that he has gave away his personal luxuries for the cause of the church. Though I scored an immediate point, lost a long-time friend and left a scar of guilt of hurting a person, which I could have avoided. Sorry father, I regret.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Salute to Ammachi

In the month of June, every year, I wish to go back to Kerala due to the



unbearable heat in Delhi. My secret agenda  had Ammachi's cuisines. This year too. It so happened that I had to rush to Kerala on an emergency call.


My mother in law – Ammachi for all of us - was an adorable person. Mother of Six


children, she was a great cook, a farmer, a home maker, above all a good


host. Till the last moment of her lively tenure, she lived for others. Her


children and grand-children. Last time she had gone to the nearby Mother


Mary’s chapel to light candles for ‘Sonu’ her much loved grand-son. She did


not light the candle, she fell down before Mother Mary’s statue, a place


she has been visiting for the past 50 years or so. She broke her hip bone,


was taken to Hospital in Quilon, where she was operated upon, metallic


supports were inserted into her pelvic area. All in vain. She did not


stand up again. We reached in time to see her alive. Lying on a cot, unable to lift


herself, suffering in pain, but yet,  in full of life,  enthused on a good music tapping the


mat with her frail palm at times, making us all break in to laughter, in tears. Least she showed her agony to others,like Bhishma on the “Shara -Shaiyya” she suffered with a smile. Like a sage in the indian mythology or history, she took her own life. Ever since she was hospitalized, she abstained herself taking solid food. As days passed, she restricted her intakes to a spoonful of water only. She committed a willful “Atma Thyaag”.


As in life, It was a fight to the end.On June 12th our beloved Ammachi passed away. Mrs. Mariamma Kurien, went along with her ancestors, to rest in peace.

We could not return what she had give us. We Salute her.







Sunday, April 22, 2012

The not so pleasant stories appearing in the media these days tell us the lives of some colourless living beings, anglicised by the name “maid”. These stories also bring to book the true colours of some of the colour-conscious households which employ these under-aged, undernourished, under literate, and under poverty line young girls, who move by flock from villages to big cities in search of two time meals and a cotton saree to cover, perhaps. The shining Indians show kindness in keeping them at home, give them two time ‘roti’, used -old cloths (invariably larger than size) to wear for waking up early in the morning, washing few utensils, a few daily wears of the household, preparing meals for the whole family, besides looking after kids and be a watch dog of the house.


They are also provided with a shelter to sleep in the night( a store, besides the kennel or kitchen back room) The Shining India’s highly ‘literate’ masters also occasionally take the maid for “outing’ when the entire ‘master’ household is set on a dine out. There also the ‘maid’ will accompany the masters with their baby in the cart, and sit at the corner of the place looking after the toddler, her face to the opposite till the masters finish their meals.

For all these and more the maids occasionally are put under discipline drill by pulling their hair, burning their body parts, beating, many a time by the kids of the family for fun and pleasure. Cases of rape is not un-heard. Media stories are umpteen for you to believe.

Neha Afreem was born to a Bangalore couple three months ago. She died recently. The cause of the death was due to torture meted out by her own father. Report of children even toddlers raped and killed all over the country.

The story of hapless innocent Neha Afreem gave me a thought. It may not have happened in any of our families… Many of you girls are lucky to have caring parents and relatives. Beasts like Afreem who fathered Neha are still around and kicking. Birth of a Girl is a sad story in the Indian Continent.

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Oh! My God! It’s a girl

(A mini Story by M.M. Mathew)

While swimming in the water in the limited territory of her mother’s womb, she got her first shock when her Grandma was heard making a prayer, to the Alimighty.

“Oh God, My Lord, let me have a grandson”

Grandma also offered a bribe to God for gifting her with a grandson only.

Gee Maa.. you will certainly have a grandson, after all, what use to all your prayers and your offerings to God ? Is HE blind, No, not at all”- Her father, instilled confidence in Grand-Ma.

This was reason for a double shock as she heard her father supporting his mother. She was actually looking forward to the day when her dear father would jump with joy at the time of her arrival. But Nine months and Nine days , Nine hours and that many minutes and seconds, she craved to hear anyone making a prayer for a her. Bribing the Good God for A Girl Child. They prayed, wished and longed for the arrival of a boy, a BOY only.

She did not want to come out of the shell she was placed, with her inferior identity, she knew for sure that her existence will not be welcomed.

She now look up to her mother, who, for sure, would be the happiest person in the world when she actually put her foot down.

The D-day.

She wished she could stay on.

But despite her wish, she could no longer hold on to her egg shells.

Crying, shivering, as though frightened to be caught she slowly slid out of the shell.

Alas ! Heaven fell … Volcano erupted…storm, thunder, lightning and rain….

Grand Ma beat her forehead and repeated on her chest with both hands,

Severely weeping, blaming God for cheating on her, for being ungrateful.

And her mother

Mother, lied beside her bearing a blank pale and sad look as though she committed a deadly sin.

Relatives soothed her father…

No matter “Lakshmi Ghar Aye he…. Next one will be certainly a BOY”…. They ate Burfi and vanished.

A few years after.

Her mother gave birth to her second child, a BOY.

She saw her Grandmother distributing sweets to her friends and relatives..

Surprised … Grandma was dancing and yelling at others with joy - I have a Grandson born. After all, God listened, God is not blind.

They told her he was her brother.

She grew in the midst of Do’s and Don’ts particularly set for her

She was taught, cursed and scolded for

Sitting, standing, racing, singing, laughing, the wrong way

She was not allowed to wear clothes of her liking…. She was given food after her father and brother ate….

Le me sum up the story….

We wrote a rule book for HER.







Thursday, March 29, 2012

MOM &MAGGI

Mom & Maggi

That was a week-end off-day.
Mom was showing signs of fatigue.
Why not?
She has been working like a non-stop machine all the time.
Though they were seeing her from day Zero but of late knew it for sure that
Mom’s style of work is the cause of her weakness.
She needs better managerial skill and health consciousness.
Children always advise her to take care of her health, but she finds no
time for the same.
She shut her ears to all their advises all the time.
Children got worked up. Their valuable advises were turning to vapours as
if poured on a hot pot kept upside down.
So, on the week-end off-day, they decided to teach Mom some basics.
They decided to show her how to manage home with minimum stress and maximum
results.
After all, they were taught of time management, space management, stress
management etc. etc. and “why not” put them to use at home also.
They also studied to face work with a smile and enjoy it.
Children took the task of home management on their shoulders, for a day.

Mom’ enjoy a day’s off.

They decided to share work, you broom, I mop;
You wash rice; mix dough; I cut vegetables, boil milk;
You make break-fast; I make lunch and we together prepare dinner – exactly
as Mom does.
You wash utensils; I clean table, spread bed cover, dust sofa, side tables,
glass panes;
You put clothes in the W/M; I rinse, you spread, I press.
All work decided, to share and there they both set out for work.

The beginning was great, started with morning Coffee, then breakfast – of
course toast & butter – time is important.

Broomed all the rooms… mopping followed… But it took little time –
inexperience, after all – with time things will speed up …

Washing clothes took a good long time, rinsing made hands burnt, reddish…
It’s OK!
It was almost time for lunch. They decided to make ‘Kitchadi” – A quickremedy - All in one, very healthy, with Achar (mom’s own yummy item).
Lunch finished, utensils to be cleaned, clothes yet to be rinsed, spread
and later pressed. Children needed a quick nap… Before that they decided
the dinner.
We will have “Maggi” for dinner.



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