In the old village houses, kitchen was the ‘ living room’, for the womenfolk, especially in combined families, where they had to spend major portion of their time. It was kept neat and tidy, despite the emanating smoke and scattered charcoal and timber pieces from firewood and charcoal ovens which were based on the floor. Every night, after all activities were over, the ovens and surroundings used to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized with cow dung water and Kolams drawn on them, raising the status of the kitchen to a semi pooja room. Being the place where food offering to Gods were made, the kitchen had in fact, the sanctity of a pooja room and the food itself was treated as somewhat sanctified and not just a hunger quencher.
‘Annam Brahma!’, reminded us our elders, ‘treat food with the respect it deserves’ . Before consuming it and at the end, Brahmins had to do a small worship accompanied by mantrams.
Doing the cooking seated on the floor, gave some exercise to women. Consuming food, seated on the floor was good for both physically, the consumer and the server.
The smoke was a nuisance and the windows at higher levels and the special roof tiles with an elevated opening helped to redress this problem, to some extend. If the firewood was not dry, the womenfolk had it. Some of you might be having, as I do, the old brass pipe used for blowing air into the oven for ignition and maintenance of fire.
In our old Perinkulam house, which was a small one with clay walls but with a backyard spread over twenty cents of fertile land full of trees and bushes, snakes used to enter the kitchen and enjoy the warmth inside the ovens! My Patti was not scared, when she met them in the mornings. Keeping the backdoor wide opened, she used to tell them, ‘please go now. You are welcome back at night’
Men and animals had some understanding those days, as they lived as good neighbors. Even ‘marapatties’ had ‘ heyday’ at night hours in our old house. Have you seen those cat like animals also called Asian pal civets or toddy cats? ( see the picture). I had seen them only in our old house, when I was a child. They used to happily leap from the roof to Windows or trees in the back yard, but never disturbed my Patti’s sleep!
‘They too are my children’, was her cool reply, when I mentioned to her with surging enthusiasm how I watched their free movements the previous night. But, when she found a mud pot of curd hanging from the roof, broken by the night-outing animals, she used to scold them,’sanyankal! or devils!
The present day women don’t have any such worry of blowing air or throwing snakes out. The hotplates come to life automatically by a finger touch, but at a price-stiff back and other similar physical problems.
Author: shivam
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Old house kitchens
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Stray thoughts on a sleepless winter night
I have been observing that many good men suffer in life and die in pain. Most of them are honest, kind, courteous, generous in helping the needy. Not only that, they have been followers of the rule of the land as well as the prescriptions of the scriptures. Why should they suffer?
I have also been observing that many selfish, greedy, rotten rouges live happily and die happily. How and why?
So, it appears to me, that Life as well death do not differentiate between good and bad! That is admitting what I have been taught from my childhood, is not correct. The neethisastrams,
holy scripts, epic stories, elementary school moral classes, all were waste!
‘Your tongue deserves chopping for saying that,’ I hear you saying, ‘the seeds sown in this birth, give fruits in the life -after death or next birth ‘
‘Why not in this birth itself?’ I ask.
You look the other side and remove wax from your ear!
So, no meaning in arguing with you. I should sleep.
‘Death’s choice is between strong and weak,’ I said earlier.
My term ‘weak’ here includes, not only the withered, aged, deteriorated, deformed, deprived people, but also, those who failed to discover their disease or didn’t discover it in time,
those who were wrongly diagnosed or got wrong treatment and those who made mistakes due to ignorance, negligence, for want of supports, financial, personnel, social, etc.
These ‘weak’ people are easy prey for ‘Death’. Whether you are a good man or a rotten rogue, if you escape from falling into the ‘weak’ category, you can pull on for sometime.
Is ‘Death’ a monster or a predator to pounce on the weak and feast on them? If I say, ‘yes’, I’m dragging the mythological ‘yama’ or ‘Kala’ riding on a water buffalo and roaming around the world with a rope to hook and drag people to his kingdom. I can’t do that. So, let me arrive at the conclusion that, by taking care of my body, there is every possibility of prolonging my death. Accidents are accidents and therefore not under my preview.
I repeat, I don’t bring into the field the Supernatural powers, who may or may not have any say in deciding when I should die.
That is too big a subject for me to handle and this is the wrong hour. Let us talk about that when I’m afresh after a morning bath.
So, let me think only about the present moment and sleep like a child.
‘Wait a minute, please,’ I hear your voice clearly, ‘what about the role of God? You proclaim every other minute, ‘ He decides’ . Where is He in your picture?’
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Good bye, Chandu – an obituary
‘One more vadi ( stick) has fallen,’ commented Chakku( C.M. Jacob) when we were discussing about Chandu( M.C. Chandrasekaran’s passing away, this morning. He didn’t forget to add, ‘only two more sticks are left, you and me!’
Last night, I had called Chakku, to greet him and enquired about Chandu.
‘He is fine, but for a minor memory problem,’ he said.
That was exactly the morning time in India, when our former roommate and colleague quit the world.
Chandu was one of our co-boarders in ‘Panchavadi’, our bachelors’ palace in Seethafalmandy, which we shared for almost a decade. He joined the Institute at Coonoor and we were friends from October 1959.
Ideally, one should be lucky in life as well as in death. Chandu was both and that is why me and Chakku are envy of him. He was lucky to get a wonderful wife in Padmini, to have had two brilliant, affectionate, caring children, a hassle free carrier and above all, an amazingly sudden, peaceful death.
He did a favor, while dying, to his mother in law. Waited for a day or two to quit, after her departure.
Well done Chandu. Repeat the performance in whichever world you are. Wonder, however, wether you will be able to find a girl like Padmini there.
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It is not that I’m not sad in the passing away of my bachelor friend Chandu, whom I knew closely for the past several years. I’m, indeed. But, what brings me satisfaction is that he could drop his body with as ease as a tree branch would drop a ripe fruit or leaf. I have been seeing people begging for death, a plea endorsed by their kin, who have been watching the struggle of the sick relative for months and even years. I have seen people, at advance age, compelled to do the last rites of their much, much youngsters, a trauma, which myself underwent not long ago.
Chandu, spent the previous night, chatting and laughing with his friends and the next morning he was alive, when his wife went to the kitchen for making tea, at around 6.00 am. Hearing a loud sound from the bedroom, at 6.15am, she rushed in, to find him lying on the floor, lifeless.
His living too was very smooth. Unlike some of our colleagues, his letterhead didn’t have the decoration of a chain of educational degrees. He was not a suit- boot senior executive or a thick glass wearing scientist. He could have improved his qualification and job prospects, but he didn’t bother about it. He didn’t have a fat salary too, but his daughter and son have all those.
He was tension free throughout.
I won’t say that Chandu was not ambitious. He was once, when he grabbed a lovely girl, younger to him by 16 years, who served him with utmost love and sincerity, till his last breath. That was a golden catch.
He never suffered the pangs of poverty. His earning was enough to run the family and educate the children well.
Later he could share the luxury of wealth of his children too.
He was the typical example of
‘Anaayaasena Maranam,
Vina deinyena jeevanam’ Prayer.
He achieved it, though I have never seen him praying at home or entering a temple!
‘Aditchuvada prize,’ we, his roommates, greeted him seeing him along with Padmini, for the first time.
Now, hearing his comfortable death, I tell him,’ Aditchuvada prize’
‘You are damn lucky!’- that is a poor translation of the above Malayalam words. -
Ammalu is always right
‘Why do you sweat, when there is a fan right above your head and it’s switch at a reachable distance? Can’t you get up and switch it on?’
‘Me, getting up and switch on the fan? Me, the head of the family? What are you for, my royal queen?’
‘I’m here to teach you that you should bring the switch down for the power to reach the fan motor and push the switch up to stop the power flow. I am sure that you won’t ask me to tell you what is power’
‘Don’t take me for granted, arrogant Ammalu What is power?’
‘Ok. Here is the answer. I’m the power and you the ceiling fan, SP Sir’
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The world, at large has recognized my greatness. When will my household realize how big a man, I’m ?’
‘By our household, if you mean this house, our house, I’m the only person other than you here and I have understood your greatness, may be not fully, but less by 1 or 2%.
But, If you have in mind any other house or houses which you considers as your household, please give me the particulars, name/ names. street and house numbers. I will checkup and let you know, why they missed to learn your greatness’
‘Don’t think I’m a fool to give you that information and get trapped, Ammalu. Unlike you, I’m intelligent, clever, shrewd’
‘Now I have understood your greatness, fully, completely, SP. Sir. And I’m relieved to learn that the household you mentioned is not this house, our house!’
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‘I went all the way to tell your mom earnestly that
hadn’t she given you birth, I would have remained a bachelor’
‘I’m sure, she would have been really happy to hear that. Did she say something?’
‘Yes, she said, ‘had I known that you were to be my son in law, I would have withheld her, till you get married’
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In the good old days wife used to sleep only after her husband slept. Till then, she used to sit pressing his legs. You know why?’
‘To overhear the late phone calls, he received or made’
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Ammalu, are we going in different directions in life? I’m worried’
‘Don’t worry; we both are going in the same direction’
‘Which direction?’
‘My direction!’
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Recollection on collections

Longer I live, more I see – more people, more births, more deaths, more happiness, more sufferings.
The common denominators for luck and ill luck, happiness and unhappiness are their variability and impermanency . A particular object or event or even talk, which makes one happy could be the cause for the unhappiness of another one. Also, one may be at the apex of luck at a particular moment ; he falls to the nadir, the next moment.
With great difficulty a girl secured admission for a medical seat, studied well, became a doctor. Everyone acclaimed her as the luckiest in the family, in the community, in the village. She prepared for MD, got selected and boarded a train to go to Vellore to join a prestigious college. A terrorist had planted a bomb below a particular seat in the same train, same compartment which she boarded. She occupied that seat, the bomb explored and that was the end of her story, a really tragic end.
This was a real story, as I heard from the media, not long ago.
The poor girl who was lucky throughout, ceased to exist in no time!
So, if you say, someone is happy or lucky, it is for that period and not beyond that. Ramankutty was very depressed, deeply unhappy when his classmate Krishnan kutty cleared the Civil exam and he didn’t . But, in the long run, the former lived a much happier life than his IAS officer friend. The reasons could be many- his wife might have been doing less shopping, he would have acquired all the riches of her mother in law or his children would have become IAS officers or simply, he would have been in a job with no responsibilities.
So, don’t be jealous if someone is lucky to marry a charming girl or build a palatial home or became a politician and minted money. We don’t know what all problems they face through the very assets they acquired. Their wife, children or own health may be sucking their blood, from behind the doors. A man with four bungalows has more problems than the one with a small house. A man with four wives will have more problems than the one who has only three. I was told that a politician had four wives and when they were alone with him, they pinched, punched and thumped his body, all at a time, at different parts, expecting that he had concealed gold biscuits everywhere. ‘Had I married only once, I would have been hit by only two hands!’, he moaned.
More quantity need not give more happiness.
I’m ok, now at this moment and I thank God for that. If you are ok, now, at this moment, thank God if you believe in one and otherwise, thank whomever you want to. Yours and my concern is only this very moment. But don’t mourn that Krishnan kutti became a district collector and you are a mere train ticket collector. No collections remain for ever and even if it happens, it is of no use to us as we don’t remain for ever! It is a hard truth that the chairs we sit on and the cots we lie, outlive us.
The pity is that the impermanency of man doesn’t drowse his ambition for collections and he realizes their worthlessness for him, only when he reaches the end of his road, empty handed. But, it becomes too late.
But the influence of the collections is so great that if he gets a small chance to come back, even for a short while, he restarts collections! But if he is a politician, he will think twice before collecting more than one woman! -
Be open to changes; many doors will open

Seniors settling in foreign lands with their sons or daughters, is a sensitive issue for them, not withstanding the assured support available, which is essential, from their children.
The main stumbling block is the feeling of not belonging to the country of settlement. Even while in India, there are many who would like to go to their native villages, after retirement, where their parents and grand parents lived and died. Even me, after spending over five decades in Hyderabad, where my children were born, those close to me breathed their last, had a nappasai, chinna, chinna asai, small desire, that I should go back to my ancestral village to spend my evenings in life, the only attraction being the soil, water and air, which carried the vibrations of the breath and smell of the sweat of my grand parents. However, wisdom overtook emotion, when I thought about the practical difficulties and stopped wandering on the imaginary valleys and hills.
Non belonging to the place to be settled, is one reason; leaving the belongings behind, is another. The belongings could be house, relatives, nearby temple, pets , plants even big vessels and granite grinding stones, which were in use for ages! Payikka , (given beautiful name Bhagirathy) , left her Vaikkom home only once in life, as she had always a cow or a calf or both in her cattle shed, to look after and refused to leave them under the neighbor’s custody even for a few weeks!
The memories, habits, customs and practices are other weights pulling towards the native land. Memories, as you know, are powerful catalysts.
If the above considerations could be overcome, settling aboard with their sons or daughters could be considered, if living alone back in their country is not safe or undesirable. The reason for my ‘if’s and ‘but’s is that the first choice of almost all seniors is to stay back in their own country, own house, eating the food and going to the places of their choice. When they settle abroad, the oldies should be prepared for some adjustments on their part, may be at the cost of their beliefs and practices.
The medical attendance may not be available immediately, unless in the case of emergency, though they can expect to have good medical care. The milk, fruits and vegetables are pulled out of the temperature- controlled chests and not fresh from the cow’s udders or from the back yard garden. Daily temple visit many not be possible unless the shrines are in walkable distance, a rare possibility. Outside movement will be restricted to great extend if they are not equipped with a permit to drive and know how of driving in high speed, which many elders may not have.
In short, there are difficulties here for the elders in settling permanently. Homes for the aged in India, at affordable price and with essential facilities seem to be an option, If living alone, single or in pair, is impossible.
All these thoughts enter the mind only when one’s body and mind start walking in different directions.
When that happens, depends on many factors, including our way of living, management of thoughts, events and balancing of good and bad things and events.
Preparedness to accept the inevitable, and ability to accept the non acceptable and less acceptable events and things, is a boon, in any age, all the more during our old age.
Flexibility in attitudes and behavior is essential when you get transplanted. It is possible, without sacrificing your basic beliefs. Last evening, while attending an orchestra organized by the fifth standard classmates of Ananya and also on earlier occasions when I had attended non Indian programs, I used to complement myself for my capacity for adaptability, without which , I would be missing many things.
Be open to changes, many doors will open !
Keeping away from life is pushing yourself to oblivion.