The peon rang the last bell for the last class of the season and we the senior students of the lower primary school, ran out rejoicing the fact that school would be shut for one complete month. The autumn of 96 had just begun and so was the holly month of ramadan.
It was customary for the lower and upper primary schools of the Malabar region of kerala to close for the holly month. Kids are enthusiastic about growing older before they really grow older. So was i, the bet with friends was of one complete day of fasting. My fasts always used to be twice in a day, from the seher to zuhar and then from zuhar to iftar.
Since the vacation had just begun, all most all my cousins were camped in my house, it was time for fun and frolic for the younger ones in the family. We played around all day, hide and seek to catcher catcher, swimming in the pond next by, plucking the unripe mangos and marinating them.
The break had just got to the nerves of all the kids and unexpectedly my grand father ( nana pa ) fell ill. He was aged and admitted to hospital and then the fun turned to gloom. We were more scared than being sad.
It was then my friend reminded of the bet 'one complete fast',i along with noushad, andu and muthu were pretty energized during the first half of the next day, morning went in quran recitation and prayer at the mosque. After noon was always a temptation for many, as food seemed tempting, it was then, one of my friends offered us to go for a long walk, to the next village, by the time we would reach back it would be evening and then breaking fast wouldn't be a problem.
We started our journey, and walked kilometers to the next village, and then town, and then thought returning back would be good to match the time equation, reached back in time for the magrib call for prayer, with great joy and pride i sat among the elders of the house for iftar, with a glass of lemonade and a liquid dish made of rawa, sat looking at the cloak, the count down began and i felt like i have won a war.
And then came the noise of the mic in the mosque near by being moved, and with all happiness, i gulped the complete lemonade in one go, slightly relieved and with the second breath i caught hold of the sweet dish and fell down, hitting the chairs around.. ' BANG '
I opened my eyes and saw a glucose bottle hanging on my side and ammi sitting near by, in the nursing home, she looked grumpy and inquired about my after noon hang out, caught in the middle of a mess, couldn't tell her i had walked to the next town with friends, had to lie, and she hugged me tight, even in the midst of all the fear of being caught i just had one thought humming in my mind.
I WON d bet, One complete fast...!!!!
TRK
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Travel in a general compartment or in a flight..!
Waiting at the platform for the mangalore chennai super fast, i thought it would be easy for me to sail through in the general compartment, its not the first time i have actually travelled in these conditions, that was the reason why i left back the trivandrum chennai mail even though the general compartment didnot have much rush.
Taping my feets to the blues in my earphone, sipping a cup of coffee, i let my thoughts down, and when the train arrived at the station i realised that like any of my recent travells, this one too has bound to be in a mess.The general compartments were over crowded like never before, no place to sit, no place to hold on to so as to rest my butt some were and let the pain go.
Many of my friends have asked me how do i travel the 8 hours in general compart'ent, even if i had a place to sit, the only possible solution i always carry in my mind is that, i just think my travel as a flight shutle that has a long distance to go. I would have still sat all the way, the only difference beeing that you dont have beautifully tamed cabin crew at your service, serving you snaks and beer.Uff back to sence, i got a 1\10 space on the side seat, the tamil worker goin to Selam was pretty considerate that he let me a small portion of his seat to keep 1\4th of my butt. And the fact that he would get down at Selam gives me immence joy, after which i would have a full seat for another 4 hours of the left over journey.
Back to the flight comparison, it was herd that an american institute had sent a study team to investigate on the profit making capabilities of the indian railways, during the Lalu tenure, but then the air line industry then have been and are still and would always be in loss. And the class of the indian airline service is ' Allah taauba ' in the words of my choti Daadi.
Some of the key salient features of our airline are:
* The lady who announces departure always announces a delay in the departure.
* The passengers are always expected to carry items required for their inflight entertainment.
* Our customers are always cared with motherly love as the cabin crew has ladies above 40.
* We are so democratic that our in flight refreshments are neither vegitarian nor non vegie.
* The safety measures are always acted by the stwetres, as we do not have a television in our flights, or the maintainence incharge forgets to record the safety measures from other flight.
* We do not provide much services to our customers as we are democratic in those as well, but yet we charge more than a five star airline.
* We always fly late as we try and accomodate the passangers who came early for the next flight, and just incase you accidentally happen to come late by 5 mints, we would have taken off.
* The emergency exit is always shown to the passangers not cause its precautionary, but it might any time be a neccessity.
* And yet again each time you land down you get a feeling the whole of the flight has crashed down, and the sweet and sexy lady at the exit gate gives you a relaxed smile and asks you to fly again.
Thank god, the railway in india are care free about these, even though trains come late by few hours, they catch up with the time some how.
They do not have cabin crew but the waiters serve you proper food and drinks from time to time.We have ticket examiners who would do the best to accomaodate you at any cost, as long as you pay them,
Last but not the least, i travel palghat to chennai for 120 rs if its seater and 250 if its sleeper, compared to the 3000+ indian airlines that promises to deliver but never delivers on time.
TRK
Taping my feets to the blues in my earphone, sipping a cup of coffee, i let my thoughts down, and when the train arrived at the station i realised that like any of my recent travells, this one too has bound to be in a mess.The general compartments were over crowded like never before, no place to sit, no place to hold on to so as to rest my butt some were and let the pain go.
Many of my friends have asked me how do i travel the 8 hours in general compart'ent, even if i had a place to sit, the only possible solution i always carry in my mind is that, i just think my travel as a flight shutle that has a long distance to go. I would have still sat all the way, the only difference beeing that you dont have beautifully tamed cabin crew at your service, serving you snaks and beer.Uff back to sence, i got a 1\10 space on the side seat, the tamil worker goin to Selam was pretty considerate that he let me a small portion of his seat to keep 1\4th of my butt. And the fact that he would get down at Selam gives me immence joy, after which i would have a full seat for another 4 hours of the left over journey.
Back to the flight comparison, it was herd that an american institute had sent a study team to investigate on the profit making capabilities of the indian railways, during the Lalu tenure, but then the air line industry then have been and are still and would always be in loss. And the class of the indian airline service is ' Allah taauba ' in the words of my choti Daadi.
Some of the key salient features of our airline are:
* The lady who announces departure always announces a delay in the departure.
* The passengers are always expected to carry items required for their inflight entertainment.
* Our customers are always cared with motherly love as the cabin crew has ladies above 40.
* We are so democratic that our in flight refreshments are neither vegitarian nor non vegie.
* The safety measures are always acted by the stwetres, as we do not have a television in our flights, or the maintainence incharge forgets to record the safety measures from other flight.
* We do not provide much services to our customers as we are democratic in those as well, but yet we charge more than a five star airline.
* We always fly late as we try and accomodate the passangers who came early for the next flight, and just incase you accidentally happen to come late by 5 mints, we would have taken off.
* The emergency exit is always shown to the passangers not cause its precautionary, but it might any time be a neccessity.
* And yet again each time you land down you get a feeling the whole of the flight has crashed down, and the sweet and sexy lady at the exit gate gives you a relaxed smile and asks you to fly again.
Thank god, the railway in india are care free about these, even though trains come late by few hours, they catch up with the time some how.
They do not have cabin crew but the waiters serve you proper food and drinks from time to time.We have ticket examiners who would do the best to accomaodate you at any cost, as long as you pay them,
Last but not the least, i travel palghat to chennai for 120 rs if its seater and 250 if its sleeper, compared to the 3000+ indian airlines that promises to deliver but never delivers on time.
TRK
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Dosa and Vada Story...!
Sitting in train among a bunch of senior citizens, right to me is a part time actor in Malayalam cinema, more than being an actor he seemed to be a critical analyst in films and right next to him is his friend who supports word by word to all his sarcastically imbalanced comments.
Train moving at a speed over 80kmph, or might be a bit less, a black lass on the side birth stretching herself, to sleep, my eyes are itchy, for more than one reason and i desperately need to curl on to my berth.
Lights are still on although its about quarter past 10, and in between the T.T passing up and down looking to accommodate the waiting list passengers, that might well just give him his pocket money for a day or two.
Duk duk duk duk, the branded sound and the rocking motion of the train still continue as i look out side the window, into complete darkness and the heavy breeze hitting my face, makes me crave a bit for fresh wind.
Train journey has never been new to me, right from the time i have been in Ammi's womb to this age, i have been into long train journeys, looking out the window a story that was narrated to me flashed in my mind,
Rolling back the reels of time,K was a year or two older than what i am now, a happily married boarding train from the holly city of Banaras to the southern tip of India, Kerala, with his newly wedded wife T.
Kids below 14 running with tea and glasses made of mud, the sun haven't been scorching much yet, the humidity have been rising up and the new bride from the south was quite upset with the climate, unlike the southern part of the country the northern part is yet too far behind in developmental aspects and that was the reason the bride had more of tensed face than a smiling one.
Leaving back the soar memories in the Hindu holly city, she was pretty relaxed that two days from then she would be back home, where she has spend most of her childhood. On the other hand groom was sad of leaving his home, where his parents made their bed, although he has been a traveler ever since his childhood, leaving parents back home is always painful.
Now that the marriage was more of an arranged love marriage, the bride didn't know much about the groom's family, other than the things told, and the father in law of the groom was pretty afraid of sending his daughter to a completely new place thousands of kilometers far. All this had created an inbuilt fear inside the mind of the bride.
She didn't want to be left alone, in the train, she didn't want any third person looking at her, with anxiety everything provoked fear, in her. That was the time she herd a man shout Dosa and Vada at Banaras. And her eyes lit up, glorious god be she praised, though it was just close to a month that she had had South Indian food, it did calm her down that she found something of south in north.
She wished for the Dosa and the ever loving groom was ever ready to buy her, the prime reason being that he could keep her mouth shut for quite a while. Buying Dosa and Vada from platform and a Bisleri bottle with both the hands stuffed he walked back to the train, by the time he put his step on the foot bar of the compartment, the train started moving, dis balanced in steps he fell down flat on the plat form and leg caught between platform and the next compartment to come he did the first summer salt in his life to save his legs from being snatched by the Indian railway, back into sense he boarded d last compartment of the train and signaled the guy standing on the door of his compartment to inform the bride that he has boarded.
Walking through three or four compartment he reached his seat, seeing him the bride had tears in her eyes, he felt blessed about the care that his bride had for him, she noticed that he had shed the Sambar on his pants and the sleeves of his shirt were also soaked in Chatni, with a bit of hesitation and a bit of anger the bride asked him " y did u eat up all d Dosa and Vada by your self, i thought you went to get some for me.."
groom looked at her annoyed...
And the train moved on and on with its branded duk duk sound and rock n rolla...!
TRK
Train moving at a speed over 80kmph, or might be a bit less, a black lass on the side birth stretching herself, to sleep, my eyes are itchy, for more than one reason and i desperately need to curl on to my berth.
Lights are still on although its about quarter past 10, and in between the T.T passing up and down looking to accommodate the waiting list passengers, that might well just give him his pocket money for a day or two.
Duk duk duk duk, the branded sound and the rocking motion of the train still continue as i look out side the window, into complete darkness and the heavy breeze hitting my face, makes me crave a bit for fresh wind.
Train journey has never been new to me, right from the time i have been in Ammi's womb to this age, i have been into long train journeys, looking out the window a story that was narrated to me flashed in my mind,
Rolling back the reels of time,K was a year or two older than what i am now, a happily married boarding train from the holly city of Banaras to the southern tip of India, Kerala, with his newly wedded wife T.
Kids below 14 running with tea and glasses made of mud, the sun haven't been scorching much yet, the humidity have been rising up and the new bride from the south was quite upset with the climate, unlike the southern part of the country the northern part is yet too far behind in developmental aspects and that was the reason the bride had more of tensed face than a smiling one.
Leaving back the soar memories in the Hindu holly city, she was pretty relaxed that two days from then she would be back home, where she has spend most of her childhood. On the other hand groom was sad of leaving his home, where his parents made their bed, although he has been a traveler ever since his childhood, leaving parents back home is always painful.
Now that the marriage was more of an arranged love marriage, the bride didn't know much about the groom's family, other than the things told, and the father in law of the groom was pretty afraid of sending his daughter to a completely new place thousands of kilometers far. All this had created an inbuilt fear inside the mind of the bride.
She didn't want to be left alone, in the train, she didn't want any third person looking at her, with anxiety everything provoked fear, in her. That was the time she herd a man shout Dosa and Vada at Banaras. And her eyes lit up, glorious god be she praised, though it was just close to a month that she had had South Indian food, it did calm her down that she found something of south in north.
She wished for the Dosa and the ever loving groom was ever ready to buy her, the prime reason being that he could keep her mouth shut for quite a while. Buying Dosa and Vada from platform and a Bisleri bottle with both the hands stuffed he walked back to the train, by the time he put his step on the foot bar of the compartment, the train started moving, dis balanced in steps he fell down flat on the plat form and leg caught between platform and the next compartment to come he did the first summer salt in his life to save his legs from being snatched by the Indian railway, back into sense he boarded d last compartment of the train and signaled the guy standing on the door of his compartment to inform the bride that he has boarded.
Walking through three or four compartment he reached his seat, seeing him the bride had tears in her eyes, he felt blessed about the care that his bride had for him, she noticed that he had shed the Sambar on his pants and the sleeves of his shirt were also soaked in Chatni, with a bit of hesitation and a bit of anger the bride asked him " y did u eat up all d Dosa and Vada by your self, i thought you went to get some for me.."
groom looked at her annoyed...
And the train moved on and on with its branded duk duk sound and rock n rolla...!
TRK
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