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  • perinkulam- a pond, a village and a memoir part 1

     
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    Picture index:
    1. Perinkulam 2.Navaneetha Krishnaswamy Temple.
    3. Navaneetha Krishnan 4. Shivan Kovil on the bank of the pond and 5. Padingarae gramam- the VaradarAjaswamy a Temple is at the end of the village.
     
     
     
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    Perinkulam Agraharam, near Palakkad, Kerala.
     
    Every old Hindu temple in Kerala has a pond in its premises, unless the temple is situated on a seashore or on the bank of a river. Similarly, every Brahmin Agraharam in Kerala, invariably, has at least one temple and a pond, unless the dwelling conglomeration, like Kalpathi, is on the bank of a river .
    Perinkulam, about 25 km away from the Palakkad town, in a lovely landscape under the hill Vizhumalai, is one of the few Agraharams bearing the name of a pond there in. The pond, Perinkulam, meaning big pond or Brihat tatAkam in Samskritham, is in between two of the three branches of the village, namely Thekkey gramam and Padinjare gramam, southern and western parts, a Shiva temple adorning its bank.
    The Padinjare gramam extends to Kariot village and these two villages are sanctified by two temples, one for Bhoo Devi sametha Sri Varadarajaswamy and the other for the Divine consort Mahalakshmi.
    The Brahmin migrants from Tanjore, some 800 years ago, reached Perinkulam in two groups, one direct and the other after visiting Tirupati. The first group settled with the help of the local land lords and after a few years, the second group too joined, completing their Tirupati pilgrimage . The Tirupati group brought idols of Lord Venkateswara ( which they were worshipping as Varadarajan Swamy ) along with Mahalakshmy and these two idols, were installed facing East, in a shrine constructed on the western side of Perinkulam. This shrine is located in the center of the three villages.
    Subsequently, due to some petty quarrel, some people left, and formed an extension for the Padinjare gramam, carried the idol of Mahalakshmi and installed in a separate shrine in the extended village called Kariot gramam.
    On the southern bank of Perinkulam is the Thekkae gramam with a temple at the extreme end. Navaneetha Krishnaswamy is the presiding deity of this temple. The Moorthy, the idol, was brought from a Nambudiri illam called Varikkasseri mana, through a divine disposition.
    Since 1958 all the three villages collectively conduct the Chariot festivals in Feb- March, the Ratharohanam being performed on the Masi pournami , as a 9- days long festival. The annual festival gathers Perinkulams settled elsewhere and at least once a year, we visit our ancestors’ land and worship our village deities. The non Brahmin community too gather in large numbers and make the festival a success. In fact, they were always a part of the society, though unlike now, they lived in the outskirts.
    Opposite to Krishnaswamy temple, there lived a Pakku mama, whom I had met. His great grandfather, Bhaskar pattar also known as Soori, got the Chooriappan kulam dug, about a km away and on its bank, constructed a small shrine to install the Shiva Lingam and the idol of Visalakshi AmbAl.. He had brought the idols, on his return trip from Kasi. This shrine was later shifted to the present location on bank of Perinkulam pond for better proximity and safety. How much trouble he would have endured to bring the idols from the distant Kasi, carrying them on his head or shoulders, although his long walk , and also to dig a big pond and construct a shrine for them! An icon of dedication, devotion and determination.
    Ponds and temples were the head and heart of the Brahmin society in the old days. Water was their basic need not only for consumption and bathing but for their daily religious rituals, which were as important as the ingredients for their survival . The Temple was their spiritual center and a common place for social meet. It was their club, kalyanamantapam and Vedam and music college. The elders of the society used to conduct meetings under the flag post of the temple, to discuss their problems or settle their disputes.
    Brahmins were prepared to forgo food for day or two but not their Sandhya worship and temple visit. Even the womenfolk, busy with their household work, used to extend the neck towards the shrine and worship for a minute, hearing the sound of temple bells.
    Apart from these three temples, there is a Ayyappa shrine, behind the Shiva temple, which came up over four decades ago and a few Mariamman temples too, in different locations.
    (To conclude)
     
     
     
     
     
     

  • Ammalu is always right

    “Ammalu, your mom promised to give me Rs. 500 .00 as dowry in five installments but paid only the first installment. Please ask her to pay the balance amount today, just now, before I get up from my bed”
    “Ok. Before you get up, tell me whether she paid the amount before or after our marriage”
    “After”
    “Good. You can get up and pay her back the amount with interest for 50 years, 5 months and 4.9 days. She paid the amount to her son in law, as a loan for train fare and not as dowry”
    “What do you mean?”
    “SP Sir, dowry is paid in advance, not five decades after the marriage. You could have refused to marry me without cash down payment. You didn’t do it, as you were girl- starved.
    Ok , your worth was only Rs. 500 then? How much dowry did you demand?”
    “I didn’t. My benevolent father asked Rs. 50,000”
    “My mom agreed for the amount?”
    “No, she offered to pay Rs. 50.00”
    “And your benevolent father agreed for that petty sum ?”
    “No, he came down to Rs. 500.00 and your mom agreed”
    “And she didn’t pay a pie, not even Rs. 50,00 and you agreed for the wedding?”
    “As my benevolent father–”
    “No, father here, benevolent or not. Say, yes, say no. Did you agree?”
    “Yes”
    “Sorry, Sir. You have no case. Get up and give me the loan amount with interest for
    50 years, 5 months and 5 days”
    “How did that 4.9 increased to 5 now?”
    “You started this talk at 5.50 AM. Look at the watch. It is 6.00 now”
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    “The rule that one should not look at a woman other than his wife, is applicable to all husbands or only to me?”
    “Only to you”
    “Why, Ammalu?”
    “As you are my husband”
    “Unfair, madam. I’m like any other husband, a very ordinary man”
    “But, I’m not like any other wife, SP. I’m very special”
    “Pray, how?”
    “I’m your wife!”
    “I’m totally confused”
    “SP, there is nothing confusing when I say I’m your wife and you are my husband.
    Confusion comes only when your gaze moves left, right, up or down and away from me. I hope the matter is clear now. If you still want further clarification, I will call my mom”
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  • Ammalu is always right

    “Come closer, sweet heart. Let me share a secret with you. Your mom’s hearing capacity is completely gone. We can talk freely about her, even when she roams in our home like a lioness. Rejoice”
    “Yesterday, she abused you right and left when you were roaming inside our home like a lion cub; you didn’t hear a word! And nothing secret about it and nothing to rejoice. We should change your hearing aid”
    “I see. When did your mom go to Kasi? She didn’t tell me a word”
    “OMG, We have to change your ears, not the aid”
    “Change my ears? Have you gone mad, Ammalu?”image
    “So, it is selective hearing ; I should warn my mom, when she comes again”
    ——————————————-
     
    “It is my dreams, Ammalu, that we both together should workout on that Elliptical equipment”
    “Too late, SP. You never had such dreams, though erratic, when yours and my legs and hands were in coordination and cooperating. Then your dream partners were your college mates and colleagues”
    “How did you know that my dream mates were others and not you?”
    “Then you were humming Hindi movie tunes; now you are singing Thodi and MukhAri”
    —————————————
    “From now on, Ammalu, let us be friends”
    “Are we enemies now?”
    “Now we’re only husband-wife. No charm in it. Like a Newspaper read and re- read.
    Let us be just friends. There will be fun. Lot of fun”
    “Ok. Get up. Buy me an ice cream. Cone ice cream”
    “Why not stick -ice cream? Cone is more expensive”
    “What a kanjoose friend are you, who can’t buy me a cone ice cream? I’m going away.
    I don’t need your friendship. Will ask another friend for a cone or even a cup ice cream”
    “Ammalu, what do you mean? How you can you just go away? Remember, we are husband-wife”
    “What husband- wife? No charm in it. Like a newspaper read and re- read”
    ———————
    “Ammalu, only yesterday I realized that I love you. I love you intensely”
    “I realized that long ago and my problem started. Go to sleep now, before you love me more intensely”
    ———————-
    “My parents handed over me, the kohinoor diamond in a golden plate, to your mom, but neither she nor her daughter realized my value. What a pity, Ammalu”
    “kohinoor is in a London museum and this plate is not gold. Could it be some other diamond and some other plate?”
    “Could be. But the son in law, whom you two women deceived, is the same person”
    “Certainly not. The son-in-law was a charming young man, of golden character and certainly not an old man trying to deceive two old women, showing a one rupee worth plate and claim that it is of gold”
    “Ammalu, I’m the same person, who has become old now. How did you get the suspicion that I’m a different person?”
    “Ok. Then return this plastic plate and get me a gold one and a diamond, not necessarily a kohinoor ”
    ——————————————————-
    “More, the merrier, Ammalu. What you say?”
    “Laddus?’
    “No, wives”
    “For you?”
    “For me? After marrying you and being with you so long, will I aspire for more wives?”
    “Then, who is that ‘more the merrier’ mad cap?”
    “The husband in my dream. I’m not that lucky. I’m stuck to you. But don’t worry, I won’t leave you”
    “Even if you leave me, I won’t leave you, as you will fall down without my support and roll on the ground. Dream if you must but never try to rise up imaging you have wings and a dozen angels are waiting for you in the land above.
    The sky is much high above our floor level”
    “Why should I Ammalu, when you are my angel on the land, more charming than all the angels in the sky. Right?”
    “Right. Perfectly right. I love to hear you praising and I will never take it as sarcasm as all your swasams, breaths are under my control”
    “Arrogance of a wife at its Himalayas! Have you forgotten that you’re a Bharatha Stree, an Indian woman, whose place is at the feet of her husband?”
    “I haven’t. That was why I said that I would hold you firm to the ground so that you don’t fly away, like a kite detached from its thread. There was, however, a small omission and I’m sorry for that. I should have said that I would hold your legs firm”
    “Leg pulling at its worst form”
    “Sorry to make a small amendment, SP. ‘Leg pulling to the Atlantic Ocean depth’
    Either a mountain or an ocean, for a man who is never on his ground.
    Good night, SP. enjoy your dream!”
    —————————–
    “Ammalu, I’m prepared to go to any extend to please you. Any extend. Shall I scale the temple wall and jump into the pond?”
    “Don’t go to that extend. Take the side gate. That would do ”
    ————————
    “Generally a husband will have just one wife. Luckier ones will have two, luckiest three and so on. Irrespective of the number of women, the pair of eyes and ears will be only one and the tongue just one, for each wife. I have only one wife, but she has one hundred eyes and one hundred ears. Tongue two hundred. Yes, my mother in law, as you said the other day, I’m the luckiest, I’m the luckiest”
    “But, SP. without throwing a single speck of dirt, oil or water or chilly powder, you make my daughter blind, deaf and dumb, all at a time, for all your mischief.
    I’m the luckiest, I’m the luckiest ”
    “Smart lady, why didn’t you say that your daughter is the luckiest”
    “No use. She says, with my eyes, ears and mouth shut, I can see where my husband is, I can hear what he utters . And without moving my tongue a millimeter, he follows my instructions.”
    “So, she is certainly the luckiest, MIL. Why don’t you tell her”
     

  • A pack of pickle, Paladai pradaman and Par, Par.

     
    My Meenasister had sent a dozen packs of Avakkai pickles from Hyderabad, for distribution here, to our relatives in USA . We Andhrites are crazy about Avakkai and the moment our pack came yesterday, I tasted and called her to tell that I liked her gift immensely.
    ‘Was the salt-chilly proportion OK?”
    When I replied in affirmative, she posed the next question, ‘Was there too much oil in it?”
    Avakkai pickle preparation is an elaborate job. Time consuming ; needs concentration. ( I have seen my sammandhi, prof. Nandur, an expert, preparing it, though I know only to eat and not to make it ). My sister took the trouble of preparing the pickle and getting it hermetically sealed on the eve of her knee surgery and it was natural that she wanted to hear that we all liked the product she had sent with love. The fun is, she is aware that her brother’s certificate is of no value, as he can hardly differentiate between good and not -so – good or even between good and better, when it comes to food taste. Still, she wanted to hear my word of appreciation.
    Women are like that. I know because, I had a woman at home, a culinary artist, who used to wait eagerly looking at my face, for a word of appreciation, every times she served food.
    ‘Is it too spicy?’ , ‘is the salt ratio alright?’, ‘did I inadvertently add a pinch of extra tamarind?’ – she used to ask such questions, not one day, but every day, but I hardly took note of her aspiration to know my opinion. She had expected me at least to ooze out some sound, such as, ‘besh ‘ or a even make a head nod or a single finger movement, to convey my appreciation of the hard work she had put in.
    But, I did at last realize the importance of acknowledging her sincere service, before it was too late and I’m happy about that. Many things I’m happy in my relationship with her and this is one among those.
    Won’t you say, ‘thanks’, to a peon when he hands you over a file? Then why not to your own wife, sister or even mother, who serves your food wholeheartedly?
    You need not say, ‘oh, what a wonderful food you made today!’ etc. simply smile in appreciation if it is your mom and if it is your wife, gently pat her back. If she is someone else’s wife, be discreet and be careful. If you are smiling, smile gently.
    Tapping her back, never. But, by habit, I tapped at the back of a relative in India and the sharpness of her staring pierced my eyes and all the other organs on my face.
    I assure you, my heart was milky white as the bleached and pressed Kerala dothi.
    If you still suspect my intentions, I’m prepared to tell you what happened, so that you don’t carry my bad image.
    She had prepared pAl adai pradaman and knowing my love for that pAyasam preparation, the kind lady invited me for food. She didn’t wait near my table to know how I liked my favorite sweet preparation, as she was not my wife but the woman in her could not resist the temptation, to know about it. Soon after I finished eating, she enquired, and as I was exalted , I tapped her back and said, ‘Akka, Adi poli’.
    ‘Adi poli’ is a superlative phrase to express extra ordinary satisfaction of any product.
    Don’t you agree that I was fully justified in my action? Even the daughter in law of the good old lady agreed but when I enquired why was her MIL harsh with her looks, the
    reply shocked me more than the angry look of the old lady.
    “It was your addressing as, ‘akka’ and not your tap that angered my mother in law”
    “But, pray, why?” I asked, “she is elder to me! Did her age step down, below mine, after she returned from America?’
    “After her return, she wants to be addressed by her surname, if not by the given name. ‘Even my grandchild, Ruk is addressing her teacher as Duck. Why don’t you guys call me by my name?’ She asks.”
    “What about her husband?” I enquired. ” I never heard him addressing other than by monosyllables, ‘enna, pinnae’ etc
    “He said ‘no’ initially. But when my MiL refused to serve him Paladai pradaman, unless he called her by her name, he yielded”
    “Does he call her ‘Parvadavardhini or Parvadam?”
    “Shortened further. He calls her, ‘Par’”
    “Just ‘Par’?”
    “Yes, most of the time. But, when he is angry he screams,’Par, Par!’. And my father in law is always angry, you know.”
    Anyway, that is not a point for our discussion.
    I would like to come back to my topic and suggest that you should appreciate any little service from anyone, especially from your wife . And preparing food amidst many other distractions such as one child yelling for cleaning his back and another child for cleaning his front and the man of the house, yelling to clean his eye glasses, is not an easy job.
    “And for me this ,’Par,Par’ noise too” . Adds the DIL, who is still here.

  • Ammalu is always right

    “If Parukutty comes, tell her that the vessel she wanted, is on the kitchen table ”
    “Sorry, Ammalu. I can’t do that. I have taken a vow not to look at the face of ‘aparastree’, any woman other than my wife”
    “I know that. She will enter the house walking backward or you walk backward and pass on the message. But, make sure, that by mistake, you don’t collide. As you always comment, her face is pretty but her back is pretty hard”
    ————————————————-
    Hi, dude! What’s up ?”
    “Dude? Who is that?”
    “Who else, pal? You, my Hubby the Honest”
    “Ammalu, What happened to you old lady? We have just applied for American visa; you have already become an American ?”
    “No, I haven’t and I won’t .
    But tell me this- will you stop roaming in the temple premises, wearing shorts?”
    “Yes, I’ll”
    “Will you stop talking to my mom in English?”
    “Yes, I’ll”
    “Will you stop telling my friends that I’m old- fashioned and you are new- fashioned?”
    “Ammalu, I never said that I’m new- fashioned!”
    “You didn’t. That was my addition to extract the truth from you”
    “Ha,ha! Too many additions to extract too many things!”
    “SP, I’m a wife and I’m an Indian wife. I’m a Palakkadan wife. I know how to make you a good husband”
    “Thank you. You called me SP and not dude. You said I’m your husband not hubby”
    “No additions or extractions there, SP sir!”
    ———————————————
    “You talk as if I’m an Asura and you are a Deva breed, Ammalu”
    “Never. You are not only a Deva, but you are their King, Devaraja. That comparison has nothing to do with Ahalya episode, though”
    ——————————————
    “Of all the women I know Ammalu, you are the best bet. I have realized it now”
    “My dear SP, you have only seen other women but none of them you know. Even after living with me so long, you have not known me. So, forget about your bet”
    ————————————————
    “Aren’t you ashamed SP, to be after Ammalu, always, pestering her, holding the backdrop of her sari?”
    “No, I’m not . Man has to be after a woman at any age. And at my age, do you think it would be safe for me to be after a woman other than my wife?’
    —————————————-
    “Ammalu, you are my wife, not WiFi, to appear and disappear, now and then”
    “What to do SP, you note only my absence, not my presence”
    ——————————————–
    “In the good old days, wives used to fall at the feet of their husbands thrice a day and take their blessings”
    “Shall I fall at your feet now?”
    “Wait till your mom comes, please. She is expected any moment. She will be happy to see the glow in my face”
    “It is a good idea. She goes and tells everyone that I’m an expert in making you prostrate before me, thirty times a day( not thrice) , without your head bending an inch”
    “That is a polished way of telling that I obey every word of yours”
    “I have no idea. I w’ll fall at your feet the moment she comes in. I’ll”
    “Ammalu, please don’t do that. From thirty per day, you mom will increase the number to three hundred”
    ———————————
    “Ammalu, I’m a honest husband. you admit?”
    “All husbands are honest, when their wives are around”
    “I’m honest even when you are not with me. Admit?”
    “That is an issue to be admitted by other women, not me”
    “Every other women among our friends, has already endorsed my views”
    “Then, why ask me?”
    “They however said, let us talk on this topic, when Ammalu is around!”
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  • An old story of two old women

    Two old women, one fair, fat and fondly, the other dark, sharp and skinny came to my mind, while going to bed last night. Very rarely do women, especially old, appear in the mirror of my mind, while going to bed, to be more truthful, any time of the day, any time of the night.
    Mittaikkari patty and Rukmani .
    Mittai ( sweet- that was how people used to address her), as per the legends, was from a remote village in Rajasthan. How and why she came all the way from there to Okavakkode, a suburb of the Palakkad city, was a mystery, though all sorts of stories were in the air. Some said she belonged to a royal family, lived a luxurious life and when all was lost, unable to stand the condemnation of her kin, escaped from her village and came to Malabar.
    One thing was certain. She made muttais, Rajasthan sweets and sold them from her house. When I saw her first, as a kid of 3/4/5, she was a chubby, fair, fat, sweet lady, full of grace in her face and full of fair wavy skin folds in her hands, sweet, tooth- less smile in her face and a colorful parakeet in a cage hanging near her, repeating, ‘Rukmini, saapiitiya?’ Or ‘Rukmini saappidu’
    Like a queen she used to sit on the thinnai, raised platform of her house, smiling at her own charm, at her own bangles- dangling fair wrists , laughing at us children playing on the floor below and talking to the pet bird, addressing her affectionately as ‘Raasaathi kannu’ .
    Before dying, she sold her house to a shopkeeper from whom my father bought it, renovated and extended by construction a big hall adjoining it and started his business. We children grew in that house.
    Now comes Rukmini. she was the elder woman’s house and cattle keeper. Along with Mittaikkari’s house, we inherited her other possessions too including Rukmini and the cattle wealth. The legend says that she too landed in the Olavakkode Railway station, not from Rajasthan, but from Pondicheri along with her husband who was a Brahmin. The popular story was he was washed away by the unfamiliar waters of the Kalpathy River, when he accompanied the cattle stock, which Rukmani took for giving a body wash. I have heard my Appa saying that both the women were very kind in nature.
    Rukmini, after completing all her chorus, used to pull out buckets and buckets of cold water from our pond – like well, pour over her head and used to sit beneath a neem tree in our backyard and smoke, spreading her black locks wide. I remember her posture, clad in a blood red sari, smoke emanating from her mouth through a pipe filled with raw tobacco wrapped in a particular leaf, which added to her, ‘dhum’ ‘ in her language. Don’t know what it was.
    I remember a few lines of her song, too, which confirms the story regarding her husband’s death and her love for him.
    Aathulae vanda thanni aditchikkittu potchae, Saami.
    Ayyarae vittuppittu hai, haainnu poyittiyae.
    Athaalai pola onnai kaappaathi enna payan?
    Anchukkum Melae viral thanji enna, thevarAsaa!
    ( she had one extra finger in each hand)
    ஆத்திலே வந்த தண்ணி அடிச்சுகிட்டு போச்சே, சாமீ,
    ஐயரே, விட்டுப்பிட்டு ஹாய், ஹாய்ன்னு போயுட்டியே.
    ஆத்தாளை போப்ல ஒன்னை காப்பாத்தி என்ன பயன்?
    அஞ்சுக்கு மலே விரல் தஞ்சி என்ன தேவராசா ?

  • God commit mistakes, never!

    Sleep slides down into a dream,
    The dream peeps in, enters as melody.
    Like fresh early morning breeze
    fragrant by kisses of buds at ease.
    I hear the music but don’t see the flute or flutist,
    As I heard the saptaswaras of my mom,
    while inside her safe pouch but not seeing
    Her face, the soft hands or sweet kisses.
    Had I seen her face, at times blooming but often shrunk
    With pain, anxiety and prayers,
    I would have broken her walls, reached her eyes
    And removed the drops of tears.
    Wonder what I would have done
    Had I seen my own soul, well hidden
    Will I allow it leave me for ever?
    God commits mistake never!

  • Ammalu is always right

     
     
    “If Parukutty comes, tell her that the vessel she wanted, is on the kitchen table ”
    “Sorry, Ammalu. I can’t do that. I have taken a vow not to look at the face of ‘aparastree’, any woman other than my wife”
    “I know that. She will enter the house walking backward or you walk backward and pass on the message. But, make sure, that by mistake, you don’t collide. As you always admire , her face is pretty but you may not be aware that her back is pretty strong”
    ———————————
    “Are you mad, Ammalu?”
    “Not till now, might go mad soon”
    “Ha, ha, Ammalu, for fifty plus years, you managed your sanity to stay and why fear now?”
    “For fifty plus years, I managed the kitchen without your shadow falling on it. Today, you came forward to help me and within ten minutes of your entry, every piece of kitchenware has changed its place. What has to be in the fridge is getting heated up in the oven and what has to boil for ten minutes is shifted to a corner in the fridge. Rice and dal are mixed; sugar and coffee seeds are mixed! Spoons are in the place for stove lighter and lighter is inside water filter! All these anarchy within ten minutes, SP. it will take three days for me to undo the damage you have done, in ten minutes”
    “And not a good word about the trouble, I took!”
    ——————————————–
    “Excuse me SP Sir. During your 10 minutes durbar in the kitchen yesterday, how did you manage to break my Chinaware? ”
    “No, I didn’t”
    “Then, where are those?”
    “How do I know Ammalu? There were a dozen rats and mice in the cupboard”
    “So, you opened the cupboard?”
    “No, I didn’t . I could see their tail-ends through the door gap”
    “There we go. So, the pests have eaten my crockery as well as your currency notes”
    “What do you mean, you cunning old woman?”
    “I happened to see some tail-ends peeping through the gap in your wallet”
    ————————-
     
     
    Love,
    SP
    Sent from my iPad

  • Masculine pride of my master

    Raman Sir, was enjoying his first ‘murukkan’ pan leaf chew, seated on the thinnai, front veranda of his house, while I was passing through, with a torthumundu, towel on my shoulder, towards the pond.
    “Vada!”, he invited me for a ‘murukkan’ . ‘Oru santhosha varthamanam – one happy news. It is a boy and he looks like me!” . Ramu Sir, who never used to get excited even when I scored good marks once or twice in his class, was on cloud nine. . I wanted to share his happiness of becoming a father for the first time, on the verge of retirement, but, out of respect, which was genuine, to an old teacher, I didn’t want to sit by him.
    So, collected the betel leaf casket from his hand, enjoyed the chew and took leaf off him, with a complement to his wife:
    ‘No more ‘avuluuku onnum theriyAdu – she knows nothing!’
    Ten times a day, he used to recite that mantram that his wife knew nothing.
    “Go and ask your friends to withdraw the comments they used to make at my back that ‘Ramu Sir knew little”. His voice was loud and clear, though I was moving away.
    Masculine pride of my master.

  • Her silly tricks that make me go mad !

    “A holy book in hand, you sit idle and snore
    She sweats in kitchen, the mom I adore!”
    “Her face is a moon, full moon, on the pages
    When viewed direct, hot sun, torching for ages”
    “Aren’t you really looking for your favorite stars, dad?
    Not my mom’s face, in the book pages or iPad?”
    “My stars are done, I told your mom is a Sunimage
    She just glances from far, and for life, they run”
    “If the stars are done, why waste time on book?
    Can’t you get up dad, cook or do other work?”
    “Arguing with your dad, a Muni from the mountain
    You, held by hooks like a frog in a fountain?”
    “Is it her looks or hooks, you’re afraid of dad?”
    “Neither; her silly tricks that make me go mad”