When I was studying at B.E. school, I met my dad’s companion, Kuttiajario. The school was 5 miles from my home.My dad’s companion will be going in a cycle and lobby, close to Koppel Place a couple of miles away on the way to school. My Father worked till 7 pm as he was supervisor and started home prior to the day. He will likewise pedal a bike. Both had Raleigh cycles, Kuttajarios’s was dark, my dad’s cycle olive green..
Kuttiajrio was of medium complexion and was only two inches taller than my dad was less tall than my mom, however companions ridiculed me hotel the town who may have passed easy-going jokes on subject. , the idea of an ideal couple, is the accompanying diminishes. The men ought to work,.we young men myself and my senior sibling made a scale by the divider estimating hardware with a divider as base, and oppressed mother and father for the stature checking. Father was glad to check since he appreciated the entire thing, yet mother was not, on the grounds that she was worried about the possibility that the youngsters would discover that she was taller, and mother felt uncomfortable, as she generally was, in a circumstance that made him of less legitimacy than him. In any case, my father was sure that regardless of whether he loses in actual stature checking, he knew that there are a few different regions, where he could demonstrate his legitimacy. However, the truth of the climate regardless of a few checks by us in various phases of life, it was demonstrated without question that they were of a similar stature. In any case, when they strolled together, mother seemed, by all accounts, to be taller by a spectator in view of the saries she woreKuttiajario had a lean physique and he shaved maybe once in a month.Sometimes, he wore spectacles while working with wood. Rarely drank, hard liquor, perhaps once in a blue moon,which father didn’t do. There was much contrsst between the two, my father was a scholar innthe local language and evenna few poets as hus friends, however he didn’t know English, which mother did. The lone English thing that I saw him composing was his signature in full. Indeed, that was the only English I saw him writing, his signature.Kuttiajario had two children, a boy and a girl. Also, the most amusing part is that I had never seen them in my life even till now. Since Kuttiajario remained in a house a few miles from us and mother was least interested in such visits..
Kuttiajario was of medium complexion and was just two inches taller than my daddy who everybody thought was less tall than my mother, and some people took it as a shameful thing and made fun of the couple,though our well wishers didn’t do that. the concept of a couple I an ideal couple, is the following lines. The men should work, but for a a lady it is not obligatory to work outside home.tge man should exceed woman in height or age, and a difference from 3 years to 7 years is considered ideal.You see, this is an old story.
We boys myself and my elder brother made a scale by the wall as base, and subjected mom and dad for the height checking. Dad was happy to check because he enjoyed the whole thing, but mom was not, because she was afraid that the children would find out that she was taller, and mom felt uneasy, as she always was, in a situation that made my dad of lesser merit than her. But my dad was confident even if he loses in physical height checking, he knew a that there are several other areas, where he could prove his merit. But the reality is that in spite of several checks by us in different stages of life, it was proved sans doubt that they were of the same height. But when they walked together, mom appeared to be taller to an onlooker because of the saris she wore.
Kuttiajario and my dad made frequrnt trips to interesting places,of cultural or religious significance. My fatgervhad a habit that once he seated himself on a comfortable seat inna bus, he would start sleeping, which had earlier landed him into difficult situations. But when Kuttiajario was around with him, my mom appreciated these journeys.
When dad passed away Kuttiajario was the one who was least affected about the demise, showing no expression of grief on his face. Some friends wept openly, but he was a sort of stoic and I don’t know what exactly took place in his mind.
My sister was chubby and was short in stature maybe 4 feet 10 inches but she was the least bothered about her short build . She ate snacks and delicious munchies every now and then, and this made her further corpulent . She was not interested in studies and when my mom got a transfer to another town, she was extra hampered and would sleep by the worktop . We both used the same table, but had different drawers. When I start studying, she would start dozing. Mother put her in a typewriting institute and she would walk every morning passing Somanathapuram grounds. She had a friend, whom people in the village nicknamed, ‘Nhelichi’, a pejorative term for a lady who walked straight. In fact, some people were jealous of her as she spoke brilliant English and later she got married and went to Singapore to settle there.
Meanwhile there were some interesting things happening in college. My friend, A.had a crush with a teacher and I knew it as my friend used to confide everything to me. The friend stipoed studing at pre degree kevel.Once the teacher asked in the class. ‘Who is Raj?’, and I knew that it is about me . I stood up, but the teacher after looking into my face said-‘Sir diwn.’And other students did not know anything about it,as it was a secret between my friend and myself.Later in life such situations, repeated. Then the teacher married another man and I lost touch as I was in university.
of to tie who likes good food and good yogurt. I went to the metropolis to see my uncle and his brother in law. This brother in law was the read his , i read great i went i vacation, ask he took me to , because he was greatly , father got him a job, though not much educated, had connections with the ebo us egi because I did not want a job . this overconfidence, in oneself has its advantages as well
th monikers. She walked straight but was smart at English independents and work. She has work at home, when we two are in examinations and a shy person who enjoys great food and great yogurt. I went to the city to see my uncle and his brother by marriage. This brother in law read extraordinary books and I went to get-away, and took me to good hotels that served gulab jamun and Basundi, both sweets. in light of the fact that my father found him a line of work, however very little taught in light of the fact that I didn’t need a work. This confidence, in oneself, has its benefits just as disadvantages.
I went to the magical waterway in my late twenties, I had a tendency to see the mystical stream. So I left work in the town I lived in and went to the metropolis. From that point one can go to the magical stream. Subsequent to arriving at the city, I posted my resignation letter, and with a companion’s assistance got a temporary vocation, and the following month went to see the mysterious waterway. My companions and associates cautioned me, subsequent to seeing the stream you won’t return. Nobody has come back till now. I said, I am not stressed, first I need to see it in my own eyes. If I don’t return, no issue, my eyes will be glad, and that is the best blessing you can provide for your eyes, I contended. I went there . It was simple at the outset, there was a stream great and amazing, At that point you need to walk. I saw the stream. It was wonderful. But I failed to see magic anywhere. I remained there in that town by the stream, for quite a while, and afterward returned to my town. The first to see me in the wake of arriving at my home was Kuttiajario, my dad’s best friend.You saw the waterway, he asked in incredible interest. Indeed, it is beautiful, I said .
Know was it, he asked.Then I said. The waterway obviously is excellent. But I didn’t perceive any wizardry in it.You fool, he said-. The magic isn’t in the stream, the magic is in your mind. I didn’t tell,anything. In any case, I was distraught that he considered me a fool.Then one evening, my parent’s conversation, I caught. They said Raj will, again, go to the magical stream. It is conceivable, father said. We will discover a young lady for him,he is still young. Then I married.Then I found a new line of work, familymchildren, stress, more pressure, it was trying my limit. Around then I had three youngsters, and was 45 years of age. Neither a youth nor an elderly person, however the last depiction would be better, as individuals who saw me affirmed. The next year mom also passed away. My sister went to another city. My senior sibling left the country and went to another country with family. Such countless changes throughout everyday life. I changed positions
At that point I went to a major city. More jobs,transfer,stress, office work, transport stop line, stress, cutoff times line at metro station, my bike in carport, kids’ expenses, lease, work environment pressure, long schedules,more gossips, stress, long hours of work, restless nights,I was exhausted, and numerous things all in a confused line. I lost rest, I shed pounds. I left my work and went to my village. I needed to meet my kin and talk senseless things and visit while sitting in a coffee bar.
Someone advised me,Kuttiajario has left the village to see the magical waterway. I was told by those guys in our village. You know the way to the magical stream, they told.That eas long was back, I replied.’the area might have changed’. But i went to see my father’s friend. After many meanderings in that old village below mountains, by the river ,I met Kuttiajario. There were three guys and a gal yelling at the passageway of his hut.’long live Kuttiajario, long live Kuttiajario.’, the youth cried. I was unable to bear the tumult of their screech.one lady and three gentlemen.After meeting him, I told Kuttiassario advise your young friends to stop shouting.He said that in case you advise them to stop, they will cry more.Then I said to Kuttiajario in a private second. His eyes were sparkling. I told him, I need to be your follower. He said, why?. I need to dispose of my meandering brain. He said-I can’t guarantee you , however you can remain here.Now proceed to get water from the stream. He gave me an huge pitcher. I went to the river to get water. It was dusk. I had blended considerations. Is he a fraud,I thought. Let it be, after all he is my father’s friend who made doors and windows to our house. Moreover he is an old man. I stepped into the river to get water.