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  • Naaku eami thelusu ? What do I know ?

    That strike was so harsh that I thought the world had come to an end.
    No, it hadn’t.

    After a while, I realized that the world was very much there and only I had gone blind and deaf.

    Again after sometime I could hear a melody flowing in the air.
    I was not deaf!

    Then, in a dim light, I could see a lovely hand lifting me up from the ground.
    I was not blind!

    Slowly I realized that the hand which lifted me up, wiped off my tears and pain was the same as the one that slapped me earlier.

    ‘Come on, let us move,’ a whisper into my ears, ‘ you have a purpose to live’

    I picked up courage and asked ,’ what about my things, which I lost?’

    ‘They were not yours’ The reply was cool. ‘If they were, they would have come with you’

    ‘I didn’t get you,’ I seek a clarification. ‘Have I lost everything?’

    ‘No, you have me with you. You are mine and I’m yours’

    ‘Why did you slap at my face, if I’m yours?’

    ‘Naaku eami thelusu? What do I know?’

    That was followed by a sweet laugh .

    The melody of that laugh intermingled by the moving sound of steps, is imbedded in my memory.

    But where is He?

    ‘Naaku eami thelusu?’

  • My routine, these days.

     

    There was a woman who knew my in and out and she is on sabbatical now. There are two now in her place, my daughter and daughter in law. They know accurately the climate change in my mind, so precisely, the former by hearing my voice on phone and the latter by watching my face. These two know exactly how many trains run in my mental metro station, in what direction and in what frequency.

    ‘Appa, what troubles you?’
    ‘Nothing, Megh’
    ‘Ok. Lie down for sometime’
    ‘But pray why? I’m fit like a fiddle’
    ‘You are. That is why you should lie down for five minutes’

    ‘Konthai, your voice is shaking. What is happening?’ -Aparna.
    ‘Voice will shake. Voice will break. Voice will crack. I’m not twenty years old’

    ‘See, my guess was accurate. Relax. You are not the guardian of the world. Things will move and there are others to push. Relax’

    ‘Why should I ? I can run like a bullet train’
    ‘You can, I know. The iPad is in your hand, is it not?’
    ‘Nothing is in my hand. Nothing. Everything has gone away from my hand’
    ‘Ok, you are not going to India’

    That works. She is her mother’s daughter. Knows which screw to tight’

    I quietly go to my bed, like an obedient baby, sleep for two hours, get up fresh, when Megh waits with a hot, hot cup of coffee and some snacks.

    ‘I’m not hungry, Meghana’
    ‘You are. Just eat two pieces’
    I eat five!

  • Manjadikuru

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    We are all shining objects but with a black dot on our head!

    ‘Janma, mrithyu, jaraa thaptha
    Jana visraanthi daayini!’
    is one of the namas of Ambal in the Lalithasahasranamam, one can meditate upon, for long.

    ‘You are the ultimate solace for the sufferers from the routine of birth, aging and death, Mother!’

    The Samskritham hymns give you immense happiness if you recite those understanding their meaning. ( Even otherwise, you go to Swargam, say learned men. But that is not my aim. I think only about the life here).

    I’m yet to meet a single person in my long walk of life, who haven’t suffered the pangs of living in one way or the other.
    Super rich, ultra successful, extremely intelligent all undergo pain, unbearable pain mental and physical at some stage or the other in their life.

    Last week , while in my son in law ‘s house in Florida, a close relative, a successful professional, who was once and whose children are now in high position, mentioned that there is a small black dot in every manjadikuru, മഞ്ചാടിക്കുരു, which is otherwise uniformly, bright, polished, colorful, attractive. You know manjadikurus are the uniformly oval shaped redseeds, heaped in a big metal vessel, before the sanctum of Guruvayoorappan.

    I’m aware of the story behind that, but when the relative compared the knock everyone, however big, receives on his head from the Destiny, for a moment, I thought, ‘could it be to remind us that suffering is very much a part of life, those bright red seeds with a black dot at the end are placed at the entrance of the temple?’
    When we collect them in our cupped palms and drop we tell God, ‘yes, Lord, we are aware of our plight, but make your knock on our head, tolerable, please!’

    More over the seeds have uniform weight and that was why old goldsmiths were using those for measuring. Yes, for Him, we are of the same weight. You may be the brightest and me, the dullest but for Him, we are all shining objects of uniform size, of course with a black dot on our head, a knock -mark from the Fate!
    ( Images from the web)

  • Ammalu is always right

    Ammalu, a friendly advice. We should not fight when guests are there at home or when we go out together. I’m worried as it brings a bad name for you and you alone as people know me as a honorable gentleman ‘

    ‘I too know you as a honorable gentleman. And I know something more about you. In fact, many things more about you. So, fight is inevitable’


    ‘Ammalu, I don’t want you to prostrate before me or address me, ‘Nathaa’ imitating wives of the good old golden days, though that would be ideal. I want you to follow just ten yards behind me, when we turn the corner leading to your mom’s house’

    ‘For what?’

    ‘For her to know that I lead you and not otherwise’

    ‘Ha, ha, SP, she knew who leads whom literally and metaphorically (to use your words), within ten minutes after our wedding. ‘Keep it up, keep it up, child,’ she encouraged me, then’

    ‘Twice she said so?’

    ‘Thrice in fact. The pipers and drummers suppressed the third time exhort’

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    Rolling up my sleeves, I can tell you Ammalu, without a stick in hand, I can remove your rolled up ego and roll it down like a cascade from a high hill, in no time’

    ‘Sorry to say SP, you are not actually rocking; only rolling!’


    Ammalu, calling from the Orlando airport, just to clear a small doubt. It may not be a very civilized way of asking, but if you won’t mistake me, how will your mom look in a military uniform?’

    ‘She is top to toe a highly civilized person. So, I don’t know how she will look in a military uniform. But, I’m sure that in any dress, she can control uncivilized elements, whether in Olavakkode or Orlando. Happy journey. Call from New Jersey, to clear the next doubt’


    ‘Ammalu, if I shout at you it is simply because I’m your husband’

    ‘SP, if I don’t scold you it is not because I’m your wife. It is because, I don’t want to waste my energy, which I can use for better things like making hot, hot iddlies or dosas or vadas or oothappams for you ‘

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  • Ammalu is always right

     

    Pattu says I don’t look more than 55. Do I look more than 45, Ammalu?

    ‘No’

    ‘Your ‘no’ is not emphatic. I can walk before you and show my agility’

    ‘No need. Anyway, if you want to walk, hold my hand to get up from the sofa’

    ‘Oh, that is too emphatic, Ammalu’
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    ‘Ammalu, as your husband, it is my right to ask you to sit or stand’

    ‘Along with right, you should have the might too, to lift me up, if I’m not able to getup on my own’
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    Will that night ever come for me when I will slide into sleep my Ammlu singing the lullaby ‘Omanathingal kidavo?’

    ‘No, it won’t. Lullabies are for babies, not for oldies’

    ‘You didn’t read my latest story, ‘infancy returns for me’ ?

    ‘No’

    ‘Have you ever read my stories?’

    ‘Yes, once. And went crazy for three months’

    ‘Have you ever heard that famous lullaby?’

    ‘In my previous birth, in the royal household of Yesodha , along with other Gopies I used to sing that lullaby’

    ‘Really! I didn’t know about that poorva Janma contacts with the Devine child?’

    ‘How else would I have earned you as my hubby in this Janma?’

    ‘Oh, Ammalu, i’am honored, elated, excited! And that word ‘earned’ is equal to a hundred lullabies. Feeling sleepy.’

    ‘Goodnight SP’
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  • Our children are smart, but we are not bad

    Oldies are funny, many of them. They want their children to grow fast and become self dependent, but when they become that, they don’t like it.

    ‘Where to?’ Enquired Seshu, when his son was leaving home.

    ‘Dad, if I tell you the truth, you will be angry with me. If I don’t tell you the truth, she will be angry with me’

    ‘She? Who is that?’

    ‘My girl friend to meet whom I’m going’

    ‘Is she from some ashram in the Himalayas?’

    ‘No dad. She is modern, from my office’

    ‘Go ahead’

    ‘Thank you dad. Should I take your permission every time I go out?’

    ‘No need, if you go out every time only to meet that girl and no other ‘

    Our children are smart, but we are not bad!

  • Like LKG kids they went one behind the other

    Ammalu, I believe in telling my opinion ‘phat’ at the face of anyone, without bothering about their reaction, wife or her mother or even God or Goddess’

    ‘Not a bad idea’

    ‘So, you understood?’

    ‘Yes, of course’

    ‘Tell others too’

    ‘My mom knows already. To the’Now, Ammalu, you are telling me ‘phat’!’


     

    ‘I was in a serious literary discussion with the countries top men in art and literature . What was the emergency for you to call me, Ammalu?’

    ‘Help me to remove the ribs of these curry leaves, please. I have a cut in a finger’


     

    Even a stranger, met casually in a market place or a bus stand, may remember us when we meet again and flash a smile. Some, who are close to us, may not even do that, for whatever be the reason. Some couple too behave like that after a quarrel.

    Seshu couple had a petty quarrel. ‘Did you see my dentures?’, he asked his wife. The old lady, instead of saying, ‘it is inside your mouth’, looked at the ceiling, then picked a broomstick and swept the floor!. We have a phrase for that in Malayalam. ‘Chanthayil kanda parichayam polum Illa’

    Last night, when my son in law Vuday brought me from the Orlando airport, it was 10.00. My grandchildren Raaghav and Divyaa were waiting for me. Little Dhruv too was awake but he never showed any expression of having ever met me! I was, simply, a non entity for him. He continued to be busy with his playing!

    ( file photo with Dhruv, clicked when he came to Baltimore, last year)

    Now, coming back to the old couple, Seshu pretended as if he was angry and asked his wife, ‘Vaayilae enna kozhakkattyai thirigi irukkayo?
    Have you pushed a Modakam inside your mouth?’

    The honey suddenly remembers about the Murukku, her neighbor brought. She tells him (forgetting her vow that she would never talk trim for ‘another hundred years’),’Meenakshi brought exactly two murukkus . Maha kanchoos she is. Could have brought a few more. But how will you eat? You have no teeth!’

    Ignoring her teasing, he asked,’ are you blind? Can’t you see my strong and shining teeth?’
    ‘So, you knew that your teeth were inside your mouth and not inside my sari knot’. And continued, ‘that ‘anda puluku, aakaasa pulugu, (talkative bluffer SP mama lost a dozen teeth and claims that those fell on their own? Have you ever heard teeth falling down on their own, like hairs?. My suspicion is that Ammalu manni would have thrashed him’

    ‘Ammalu may thrash your teeth but not SP’s. Unlike you, she treats her husband like a god in human form’

    ‘In human form ? Only his form is human. I don’t like the way he stares at women?’

    ‘Ok. Go and get the murukku’

    Like LKG kids, forgetting the fight, they go, one behind the other.

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  • Age difference

    ‘Ammalu, I bought this meeta pan for you, for the Mother’s Day’

    ‘How sweet of you SP! You bought a sweet stuff that I like!’

    ‘Ammalu, you never get angry with me?’

    ‘You are my child, SP, youngest of all my children, most innocent to the extend of talking at times, irrelevant, irritating things. Will a mother ever be unhappy with such a child?’

    ‘So the meeta pan gift is appreciated. Thank you’

    “You are the best gift I could have expected from God’

    ‘Shall we go to greet your mom?’

    ‘Not today. I want to solely enjoy the status of your mother, though borrowed. I don’t want to share it even with my mother’
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    Aren’t you amazed at my authoritative, autocratic way of dealing with you, Ammalu, while other husbands shiver at the sight of their wives?’

    ‘That is how I want my husband to be. I don’t like a henpecked hubby. I keep telling you ‘be autocratic, but go by what I like; be authoritative but go by what I say -If not in all matters, on major issues at least’
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    ‘ Ammalu, the grand old lady, your mom will be 20/30 years older to me?’

    ‘Easily. Even when we married, she was older to you by 10/12 years. And that was quite long ago’

  • My daughter Aparna

     

    I have relatives to call me, ‘Appa’, ‘ThAtha’, ‘Anna’, ‘mama’, ‘Athimbar’, ‘Periappa’ etc.

    My parents used to call me, ‘Konthai’

    I don’t miss their call, as my daughter calls me, ‘Konthai’.

    She calls me ‘dadde’ too or ‘Konthai de’, when my disobedience goes beyond a level.
    And finally she gains her cool and says in a soft voice, ‘Appa, chonnathai koncham kekkarela?’ Will you please hear what I say?

    That ‘please’ shows how adjustable she is to my adamancy!

    How nice of my wife to have gifted me a daughter too, to call me, ‘konthai’, as my parents used to do! I don’t, therefore, miss my parents. I don’t miss my wife too, when I see my daughter, though my wife never called me,’konthai’.

  • A plain question and a chance to act

    ‘Hope you don’t mind my asking you a plain question, Ammalu?’

    ‘Plain question? What is that?’

    ‘Had I married someone else, do you think I would have been happier?’

    ‘I don’t know about you, but I would have been happier’

    ‘How? How???’

    ‘Because, because, no other husband will ask such stupid questions as you do!’

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    Ammalu, there is every possibility of getting a chance to act in a Tamil epic film, for me, though my role is yet to be decided. Don’t know whether I will be the hero or villain’

    ‘I can tell you. Your role is Shivalingham. No motion, talk, song or dance’

    ‘You useless woman, you are jealous of my becoming popular’

    “SP, will your budhi never tread straight? Ashtavakra muni had only eights twists in his body. Your budhi has eight hundred’