The dawn broke over the hills auspiciously on the day I left for US. Ammalu’s prayer before hitting her bed the previous night, was not in vain. ‘Nalekku kannai thorkkarathe nallatu kananame, Krishna!” –“Only auspicious things should I see when I open my eyes, tomorrow”.
When I opened the front door to welcome the heavenly glory slowly emerging from behind the eastern hill, Ammini amma, my former colleague and wife of my friend Gopalan Nair, staying in the opposite house, was waiting at the front gate with a bucket- full of water and a broomstick. With wide-opened eyes I looked at her wondering why she should clean our frontage and before I could ask for the clarification, she started sweeping and cleaning turning her back at me. Instantly, from nowhere, Saniyan (that was the name given by Ammalu to my neighbor’s pet dog; actual name Sawny), came running wagging its tail, made a right turn, rested its huge body on the gate, lifted a leg and standing authoritatively showing its back towards me, emptied its bowl exactly on the black granite slab laid for the purpose of drawing the kolam.
Ammalu, wiping her eyes came out of the bed room and was shocked at the awry sight in front of the house.
‘Krishna!’ she lamented to her God, “did you wake me up to see the back of Ammani and saniayan, early in the morning?”
“What is there for you to see?” she directed her anger towards me,” Why don’t you get inside and attend to your routine?”
Gopalan Nair retired as a professor. The movies showing American professors entering the campus with an umbrella in their hand prompted Nair to carry one with him, even while going for a morning walk. The stick is a necessity for him as a support but his entry into our house, holding an umbrella and stick, early morning, annoyed Ammalu.
“Kodai, vadi, choolu-ini ethavathu bakki irukko-umbrella, stick, broomstick( all inauspicious objects) anything left?” Ammalu’s anger was understandable.
“Ammiarea, kappi ready ayo-is coffee ready?’” I could hear Nair’s inquiry and Ammalu also would have heard it. Otherwise she would not have replied in a low voice, ” Kappi on mottai thalele kottaren- I want to pour coffee on your bald head”
“‘Ammalu, one cup for me too” demanded Ammini who joined us, with another bucket of water and broom stick, as the dog’s menace could not be wiped off with one bucket of water .
“Nee enthikkidi Ammini. Chumma chumma choolem morathem thookikindu kalam karthale ullevarai?”
So early in the morning why do you come so often with inauspicious broomstick ? “ Enquired Ammalu, in a pathetic voice .
“‘So what Ammalu?” ‘ I admonished her, ‘you still believe in such stupid things? As a good neighbor and friend she wants to help you as the maid servant has taken off today”
‘Mannan katta-rubbish” her husband came out with the truth. ‘Ammini wants to give you some materials to be handed over to her daughters in US. She is preparing the ground for that”
‘She has already done so” I interjected pointing my finger to the corner where baggage was arranged, “that black suit case is full of her things”
Nair wanted to say something but paused as the panthalu from the temple was entering with a broken coconut and some flowers. ‘Meeru America veluthunaru katha, prasadam theeskkondi” . I requested him to keep the prasadam in the pooja room .
“Oru ottappattarum vandaya?’ -And you, a single Brahmin too arrived to complete the list of inauspicious things?).
Panthalu would not have understood a word of Ammalu’s contempt.
But I understood clearly that Ammalu had a point when Nair explained why Ammini was showing unusual interest in the cleanliness of our frontage.
“Sami, this woman is mad!” That is OK. All husbands say that. But what he said subsequently was not OK.
“She wants to send through you, three portable granite grinders with pestles to be delivered to our daughters in America. Those are for powdering chukku, dried ginger, for preparing chukka vellam, medicated hot water for drinking”
Sakunam (signs and signals) is showing its teeth well in advance!
Ammalu is always right.
Ammalu is always right. Please give me your telephone no..I want to talk to you. You are a gifted person in your writings. Not everyone can pen things so easily and sensibly. Your writings are superb. I am perhaps late in going through your article. Long live Mr.Sivasubramaniam. Forget not to mail your tel. no.,preferably mobile, you know why!!
Romba nanna ezhudhi irukell.. it is so true that some who want to handover stuff for their children in the US, could be so nice, and if you refuse, you will be their enemy forever.. 🙂 I never like to ask anybody to bring anything for me from India.. Naan ponenaa then I bring what I want.. innoruthartta cholardadhu kashtam, paavam with their own luggage etc..
such a lovely true or imaginary story.. chirichu chirichu innmum chirichindiruken.. 🙂
Subhalakshmi 🙂