tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77667367722538345372024-03-12T19:57:13.680-07:00DrTPS-NIZHALMemories from CHILDHOODDr T P Sasikumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630087131073918901noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766736772253834537.post-76757703756794572862021-11-01T09:50:00.005-07:002021-11-02T10:19:44.435-07:00DrTPS (2002-13) at VIHE, Hyderabad (Vivekananda Institute of Human Excellence)<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #fcff01;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 150%; mso-highlight: yellow;">DrTPS (2002-13) at VIHE, Hyderabad (</span></b><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 150%; mso-highlight: yellow;">Vivekananda Institute of Human Excellence</span></b><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 150%;">)</span></b></span><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 150%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JsDzAQYHHTrJoxcBdsj7gPKIfJs7f3Mk-kRc48OWbhSf-qZxQGUyJu_egI21GOutxXoqcU1GgA3bPmN5HFRmBnGoIzFUwQElUosv-rK4HeYtpeNEQHMQ1HFVrJdAGGn-TqAtWyW4EkE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="391" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JsDzAQYHHTrJoxcBdsj7gPKIfJs7f3Mk-kRc48OWbhSf-qZxQGUyJu_egI21GOutxXoqcU1GgA3bPmN5HFRmBnGoIzFUwQElUosv-rK4HeYtpeNEQHMQ1HFVrJdAGGn-TqAtWyW4EkE/" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></b><b style="text-align: center;"></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">My interest
in listening to a few lectures of Dr. N Gopalakrishnan, and through him in
contact with and Brahmasree KPC Anujan Bhatathiripad, subsequently arranging a
series of a few lectures around in Hyderabad on my invitation and that gave me a good many contacts in Hyderabad. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f">
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few such are with Sanjay kale and through him Smt. Rohini in SBH. Through many
programs in SBH and her contacts in Jubilee Hills in her relative's house etc.
got good acquaintance. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzDM4KyFXcETFKCbXbld6L1_1nwfHrL5zGEVmdXg2PmujvF5_-btQzwBNgndzMepnTmuP7v1_6WGTMcsfrRGMErS18sL-2KPhKp_E426Qk48bpw72IVKZdnHPQYpfRUs_Cuq0RBPVLu8/" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18.6667px; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="315" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzDM4KyFXcETFKCbXbld6L1_1nwfHrL5zGEVmdXg2PmujvF5_-btQzwBNgndzMepnTmuP7v1_6WGTMcsfrRGMErS18sL-2KPhKp_E426Qk48bpw72IVKZdnHPQYpfRUs_Cuq0RBPVLu8/" width="190" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">Smt.
Rohini was so delighted and the glamourous active lady who wanted me to be part of
Ramakrishna mat / Vivekananda Institute of Human Excellence and she introduced
me to the Swamiji and got my classes for their regular programs.</span></b></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">I
was regular almost many years – maybe 2003 to 2013, almost 10 years with almost
2000 lectures </span></b><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">covering 100s of students average in a batch to reach to almost 200,000
students/office-staff/teachers/public / on spiritual – personality –
communication – positive thinking skills, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizL2qo4SwF90sqPqtT6ejGFxKjsqx8DoYu-PPom4LsjhOUBAyu3c69tiJxgjgDOXiTW7EOBWPn1gJvNRtKhMKgjkT6jaRsHGoeSgkH7Kejl_PafbkXBpfldxGYbYlJmOEilHbrX2wUDl8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="667" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U9YKWuzZyn7DPeeyA28TI3t90yZ7ASpKK8QxUp5HqDJxTbWyNjugtKKT353ZEPGd5RYpY8Vb0tTvLFG-eOqXXHaTk8ekcHrL2wQc3S2lD-0pskTgpTmY1cOwW_NbfTNbN-bUfNJg1Fw/" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">2007
– March 23</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Jubilee Hills Students at
VIHE with DrTPS</span></b></div><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfBP8Me8iCaV6KlYKMZ5Md1-UUqhKErmIhViPAIJ5vv2gbD4LoEBw7RhG6QUSW-_Y5m-eNL-4xNOOGke0Ymg8MXBW9sIMSLh0DuAfOUFZiMNUJGXuOJZP8MoF9qWIGY0bsV1kVYeX5oo/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="796" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfBP8Me8iCaV6KlYKMZ5Md1-UUqhKErmIhViPAIJ5vv2gbD4LoEBw7RhG6QUSW-_Y5m-eNL-4xNOOGke0Ymg8MXBW9sIMSLh0DuAfOUFZiMNUJGXuOJZP8MoF9qWIGY0bsV1kVYeX5oo/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkc9ivBVL2MXFpYW0TsD-LS376CeHHcYHxuH7VlgiekFfOm-y0RERtk3dk5p1oiESxRiD29xTy8m0xJ2Q56L-Z1HgXlEshN0k23Cxe1d0B-dhN7IDyJTfzwXPBp30qiQpQAp66Ij2EY8g/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="232" data-original-width="438" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkc9ivBVL2MXFpYW0TsD-LS376CeHHcYHxuH7VlgiekFfOm-y0RERtk3dk5p1oiESxRiD29xTy8m0xJ2Q56L-Z1HgXlEshN0k23Cxe1d0B-dhN7IDyJTfzwXPBp30qiQpQAp66Ij2EY8g/" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span>2008 June 21 – Addressing Youth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pX7yb2BnB-8RpAC9xp4YlS7WHX9rvV-m3ZnmtOfJPde30wzm18lAPW7Asxxup_7w2L8dW28biFDW95Pai0n_9B8W5Ue4VJ0k3_nSAV4WS_18cYXry_Blyc6FwnWyhEjnlEtW4N4GrjM/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="728" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pX7yb2BnB-8RpAC9xp4YlS7WHX9rvV-m3ZnmtOfJPde30wzm18lAPW7Asxxup_7w2L8dW28biFDW95Pai0n_9B8W5Ue4VJ0k3_nSAV4WS_18cYXry_Blyc6FwnWyhEjnlEtW4N4GrjM/" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; mso-no-proof: yes;"><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_8" o:spid="_x0000_i1031" style="height: 140pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 186pt;" type="#_x0000_t75">
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January 4<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">This
series of lectures and associations is what gave me great confidence to face
any audience and made me absorb the feel and spirit of Swamy Vivekananda. Had
the company of great speakers including people from different religions,
professors, experts from psychology, hypnosis, and the medical field. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">I
was more blessed to have the great students who are with me for the past 20
years (2021, I am writing this) who got my contacts after listening to me from
VIHE. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">Directly
and indirectly like Professor of JBREC who then called me to his college for
the Computer Science Association Program that lead me to get in contact with Durga
Anusha. Through Anusha, I could make many sessions including Shiksha HOLIDAY
SESSIONS and also many camps including Columbus Camps. Apart from associations
like the JNAANAM Camps and Books editing, formatting, large students
interactions, Amaravati IAS camp association with Ramesh Chandra et. al. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Bharat Chandran from Kurnool is a 9th-grade student who is now in
Germany. Also Pratap from Thenali, Sai Charan from Annathapur, Pavani in
Bangalore, Shaily Uma et.al.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">These
lectures gave good leverage and contact with Sudhakarji at Vivekananda Kendra
of Dr.Lakshmi Kumari Amma at Kodungalore. It is from this reference that Vivekanda
Kenra Vidyala in Arunachal Pradesh called me for Sessions from 2013 to 2016. I had a great good experience from this North East.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;">One
lesson that I gained from all small services is that when I got involved in
small activities is that it makes better and longer paths of service.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b><span face=""Verdana",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5YGio-Ezbg&list=PLNK3myEQjZHR57-T5eDZOta9C_CdmtKQj">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5YGio-Ezbg&list=PLNK3myEQjZHR57-T5eDZOta9C_CdmtKQj</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p>
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The tooth paste was a luxury and rare item.</div>
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at times the finished and thrown one from Brother was ours (me and my sister Indira) used to fold and squeeze . some time hammer to get a bit for us. No brush it was to use on finger.</div>
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at times when the paste tube fully finished is not thrown. Kept it and from my brother's paste it is transferred and kept for me to have my OWN tooth paste !<br />many a times the mix of different paste gave a good smell and taste. May be it is different and a rare item must have given that feel.</div>
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Raghavan was a clean man<br />
i used to see him cleaning his feet systematic<br />
always during his bath, his major time was on feet<br />
Raghavan was an expert stone cutter. The PANA (stone digging place) was my casual visiting place.<br />
lagter it became my learning place too.<br />
I learned how to cut stone. It is all manual. for me it was a day for a stone.<br />
I decided to make the south-west corner of jnaanam where we had the cow shed (ALA)<br />
I made and I think I got two three stones.<br />
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Dr T P Sasikumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630087131073918901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766736772253834537.post-32851387472389900482020-04-24T22:11:00.001-07:002020-04-24T22:11:21.656-07:00PATHAYA smarankal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pathayam was an indispensable item at home<br />
nellu<br />
costly brass vessels<br />
items to hide<br />
mulaku (Pepper)<br />
all these are in that kalavara (storage place)<br /><br />
I used to make my pocket money by stealing pepper from the pathayam.<br />
thus pathayam is a bank for me.<br />
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at times this was hiding place too.<br />
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used to have banana kept inside to get ripe and also to protect from the rats.<br />
i used to get inside the pathayam<br />
the smell inside that with the ripped banana is still in my nose.<br />
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setting vayal for the rice replanting is a fun.<br />
the muddy mesh in which we can walk flushing mud<br />
this was a fun for me during my childhood<br />
I enjoyed<br />
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Dr T P Sasikumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630087131073918901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766736772253834537.post-80960646854217534392020-04-24T21:46:00.001-07:002020-04-24T21:46:34.594-07:00NELLU Katta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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from the field when it is to be collected - ladies used to have many songs. The field in Vellad when they work, I was a pet and one subject for them.</div>
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Though I didn't get head and tail of it.</div>
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this was what gave a clue that these ladies make stories..</div>
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I when have to pay the Coole (wage) for the ladies had the chance to count the number and for 11 one was the ratio of cooler to be paid .</div>
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I had a tough day when I did this for a large number of workers and counting and giving the huge heap of rice bunch (Katta) in the Kalam was still giving back pain for me.</div>
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Dr T P Sasikumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630087131073918901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766736772253834537.post-9856438738328774212020-04-24T21:32:00.001-07:002020-04-24T21:32:53.857-07:00PARA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When the COOLI (wages) are given as 1 to 7 or 10. After cleaning the rice from the reaped and collected from the field is done by the Kariyashtan (Supervisor) Kunchappa. </div>
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One day I wanted to do this when I was in 6th or 7th grade at vellad, where we had lot of workers. I do remember this. I did this for the whole lot of workers.</div>
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Dr T P Sasikumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630087131073918901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766736772253834537.post-32161412039187280542020-04-24T21:06:00.000-07:002020-04-24T21:06:44.064-07:00NILAM THALLI for KALAM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This was one called NILAM THALLI, i do not know if any other part of the world, this is in use.<br />Either Rice, with skin, after boiling to be dryer, to make the boiled rice 0 or - araocunut, coconut, pepper (mainly) for this </div>
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I remember during this season all the experts are busy on this and need great skill to make this field. </div>
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exact water to be sprinkled to make the place smooth and damped enough to concrete surface to make.</div>
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large even, but leaned to make it with small test beds.</div>
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VISHU or ONAM these days are only messages and calls.<br />Traditionally in Kerala, this was the time of jackfruits and Mangos.<br />Plenty of setting and shirtless childhood with playing and fun.<br /><br />Now this year of COVID Distress TIME is with no Fun and Fury and only LIFE on LIVE and OnLINE.<br />These days were on 21 days of Lockdown and had one hour facebook LIVE with scriptures to make some people around to take some values and create a self bliss that can be shared to make all happy around.<br />Today will be my last LIVE in this series and waiting for the MODI MAMA declaration on Lockdown.<br />Delhi Balagokulam asked for the LIVE on ZOOM.<br />all-new experience and good takes.<br /><br />
I am not able to have Sadhya (Food in luxury), that is what any festival is meant for many.<br />
I was not, never keen on any of this food, though at times, yes I do enjoy the variety of different tastes of vegetables these days.<br />
My food taste too changed a lot. Olden days were Kanji with Fried Dry-Fish with the smell was mouth watering for me. The smell was enough for me.<br />
The Mango - coconut chutney was of great taste too.<br />
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Vishu and Onam sadhya is never that in memory - that is what I wanted to tell here.<br />
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What brings in mind of these festive?<br />
Yes, I go for a round at PTK (Valiyettan) and PPK (Kittaleppan).<br />
They will give me some Kaineettam (Cash - those days it was 10 or later 50 to 100 rupees from 1980 to 1990 years) that was the only memory.<br />
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When many come, like Sreeyettan (ProfTPS) home during these holidays. But they have their own time and they all have a good time. It was all more of restrictions and I have to pretend that I am studying, as they are all masters on inspection like feeling is that I used to have.<br />
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One memory I had was a time when Jagadeesh yettan and younger sister of him, who came slipped the stair and fell.<br />
Sreeyettan's reaction was scolding and beating her.<br />
This is one memory that I have.<br />
Another one great memory was -<br />
Prof TPS used to have nut, PAN those days and he wanted me to buy that. It was 3 paise. He gave 10 paise.<br />
I bought one and two OLAPPATAKAM (bomb made of Palm leaf cover) which was costing 2 paise or so, I bought 3 or 4.<br />
With the nut, I have to give the balance 7 paise to ProfTPS.<br />
I had the money in my coin collection dubba (box) that was in an old CUTICURA (powder tin) and that I safely kept in Kottilakam (bedroom inside) the roof had panels and holes inside.<br />
The back door was always open and I took the west entry to the yard and got inside the room without anyone's notice.<br />
Before I could take the money from the tin box, I was caught by ProfTPS and he scolded and bate me. This was more of sounding memory to me than any of the Crackers.<br />
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Most interesting was the Vishu that the blacksmith (Chandootty) home nearby - they used to have many varieties of things on display for the Kani (Pooja room) display. that was their luxury items and that was different from ours. This gave me the lesson that all that we have in rituals are based on our needs and no basic prescription is given as part of rituals in any text.<br />
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Vishu is a time for resolution like the new year, though we had no special on the January 1st in my childhood, it went unnoticed.<br />
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The festival during Holidays time is Vishu and Onam used to be followed by the exam, that was not very good.<br />
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Not any other festive was in memory.<br />
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Yes KAMAN, the Rama Navami was of some special style with keeping mud-cow dung mixed statue that is kept and did pooja beside the tree root was some memory in childhood. That didn't stay as we all were grown and traditions are forgotten.<br />
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When I grew and started my income, giving cash during vishu or buying Onam new dress for many around was festive for me.<br />
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Once I remember my hand got burned due to rounding chakra cracker and that was reminded when Hari, when he was young, had a small similar incident when he stepped on the fire bit of the cracker.<br />
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In Hyderabad when we used to be for the festive, the home decoration and keeping items was more a task as we have to hunt for items like the Konnappoo (yellow flower) going into the military area and get the items shared from many around.<br />
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Most of the festivals were then used to be travel to Kerala, going to relatives homes and also to meet relatives.<br />
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I had a great dream of Vishu with a lot of family and visitors at Jnnanam, Naduvil.<br />
But all are faded and not in view in the future too.<br />
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Grow like a tree and Fall-like a river.<br />
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My first writing initiation was
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I was very bad in studies and
I used to get beaten up by my teachers. They used to scold me by comparing me
with my brother. During school days, we used to just play in the classrooms
with friends and never study. My teacher used to spend a lot of his time with
his knife, smoothening the cane. I never had a memory of a classroom learning.
Only during 6<sup>th</sup> or 7<sup>th</sup> standard, I remember getting scolding
and public humiliation in the assembly for stealing aracunut.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I used to
wear my spectacles which I used to break quite often during playing in the
school and never used to get a replacement for next few months. I never had an
option to go for social functions, and I watched a movie for the first time
during my 7<sup>th</sup> standard. I skipped writing one of the annual exams as
I was bitten by a dog and that dog was smashed and killed by me. That was the
season when there were rabies around, and one or two villagers died being mad
after a dog bite. I was driven to the clinic to take 14 injections around nave.
This was my first experience of staying in a city in my brother's house at
Payyanur. A distant relative of mine who was a compounder used to take me for
these injections and I shared with him my desire to use telephone. So, I went
to a neighbour's house and waited for his call, but I couldn't speak to him as
I didn’t know what to say when the person is not visible. It's during this time
when I also had my first experience with electricity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">During
one of my relative's marriage, which was only 20 kms far, because of lack of
transport, we went and slept in their house the previous day after reaching
there by walk. Next day morning before the marriage, me and a relative of mine
(who is now in Kolkata), went to the morning show which is 6 kms away from the
marriage. During lunch time, I joined for the lunch without attending marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tagore Vidyaniketan under government
was a special school created for the brightest cream students of the district.
The admission to this school was through an entrance examination and it was a
mere luck that I got an opportunity to be admitted into this best school along
with my cousin (Prof. Dr. T P Raveendran, now he is the registrar of Kalady
Sanskrit University). While my cousin continued to be a good student in Tagore,
I used to get 27th rank among 27 students. I was forced to get out at the end
of the year, back to Naduvil High School. The school management felt that I
will not get first class (above 60%) in 10<sup>th</sup> and will spoil their school’s
reputation. It was true that I couldn’t get a First class. The days in Tagore
Vidyaniketan, travelling in the bus, for a village boy like me was a great
thrilling experience and that was more of an enjoyment for which I used to go
rather than for education. I used to do a lot of mischievous activities which were
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Once back in Naduvil High School,
I joined a Drama Troop and so neglected studies. I did multiple activities
during school days like being with the Jeep Drivers to learn driving, running stationary
and Foot-ware Shop in Naduvil. I was also part of NCC that gave me an
opportunity to have fun in Camps while staying away from home without permission
from mother or brothers. All these were
the result of the courage that I could get from the Tagore experience.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Staying away at Payyanur for the
Pre-Degree was like a dream come true (as it was a town) and I insisted to join
the First Group (Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry) in spite my brother’s
insistence to opt for the arts group. It took me more than three months to
locate the chapter the mathematics teacher was teaching as I shifted to English
medium from a Malayalam medium. Except Malayalam nothing could hold my interest.
During this time, I joined politics, KSU (Kerala Students Union), to get
involved in the social activities. I used to have a good company of all the
political groups and the students from different classes and used to have loads
fun in college. All these reflected in the First year results, in which I
failed in all the papers except Malayalam. My English language score was less
than 10%. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Vijayakumar and Ramesh at Payyanur and was able to manage to pass with 52%.
This was not enough for getting an admission in any of the good colleges for
science subjects and was advised by my brother - guardian (Prof T P Sreedharan,
who was the teacher in Payyanur College) to take Malayalam BA and pursue
studies.<o:p></o:p><br />
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But my insistence for the Science
graduation lead me to Kanjangad Nehru College with Ramesh and Vijayan for the
Double Main (Mathematics and Statistics). But after a month there, I felt that
I was not into the path that I wanted to be.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I decided to get a seat in Kannur
S N College with the help of a friend, who was a Deepika Paper representative
at Payyanur. It was Panthalam Sudhakaran or someone who helped me make contacts
which helped me in getting a seat in SN College of Kannur for BSc with
Mathematics main. Here, I was involved only in political activities and was
always on road shows etc. I being a good public speaker, enjoyed these
activities for three months. The travel from Payyanur by bus to Kannur was a
long journey and aggravated my Migraine which made my life horrible during those
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Somehow the change in thoughts
made me to think on getting back to Payyanur College. With influence and
forcing Principals of the colleges I got my way in to Payyanur College for the B.Sc.
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I then decided to change my life
and was determined to learn, but as I was almost out of classroom for entire
first year and the exams were near, I failed in all the subjects in the first
year. In second and third year, I wrote all the backlog papers and did reasonably
well. Got a good result and this gave me the courage to go for higher education
in Mathematics.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I joined for MSc (Mathematics) in
Devagiri College, one of the oldest and the most prestigious college, which was
under Madras University traditionally. This was a new start for me. But, this was
the time when my brother (P T P Narayanan Kutty who worked as a lecturer after
MSc in Zoology in NSS College Wadakkanchery) got into Indian Forest Service.
Brother's IFS opened doors to new aspirations inme and dream of IAS had crept
in. I decided to spend my time in the library, reading for civil service exam.
The Librarian at Devagiri recollected this when I met him after 20 years (when
I visited the college as a Director of UGC -Academic Staff College). Most of my
classmates opted Calicut University of Science and Technology (CUSAT) Centre
and then shifted to Payyanur College for MSc. When the new (first) batch
started in Payyanur, I opted to change to CUSAT. CUSAT was almost like IIT and there
was that rumour that it will become IIT. Unfortunate that the political
situation didn’t allow this to happen and it became a special university with
Science and Technology Tag. It also had courses on Economics and Law.
Mathematics and Statistics was offered combinedly by the School and so we had
good amount of Statistics for MSc. Operation Research and Computers was also
offered as part of our course and that was unique and advanced course that was
offered in 1984-86 for MSc.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Great was the life in mathematics
and I was forced to keep away my IAS dream to get oriented towards true
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During the vacation trip, I got a
Times of India advertisement Officer post in Mumbai and attended an interview
in TIFR (which I failed even without performing anyway close to entry).
Attending Bangalore PhD interview at Departmental Special Assistance Centre at Bangalore
University under Prof. Rudraiah was by a chance. Just for fun I went to BU to
see my classmates who were attending the PhD interview. But, that gave me the
admission and I joined for PhD.<o:p></o:p><br />
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who wanted to learn the meaning and explanation of their law books, during late
night department stay. Spending time, in the library - solving problems, in the
Family court at the court complex – listening to cases, in cooking, long walk on
the Bangalore streets with Radha (Dr P V Radhadevi, my wife) became my hobbies
those days; Kerala trips with the gifts (Bangalore silk sarees etc.) purchased
from the little money out of the 900 rupees fellowship I used to get were some
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at Varanasi, Madurai and Hong Kong. I got the best paper award from ISTAM. As I
finished the PhD, by then my professor who was also my guide became Vice-Chancellor
and we were to leave the department. Radha and I decided to join Department of
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Jnaanam, Naduvil. A few instances with my father are only available as a memory
of him. There was not even a clear picture of his other than the portrait of
his face. My brother used to explain me that my father’s size was little less
than my present size. By looking at my legs, my mother used to say that my
father's legs were similar to mine. After conversing with many people I got to
know that he was good to everyone, kind-hearted and used to help people
throughout. I was told that my father was a good hunter and I remember this
when I see his gun which is now with my eldest half-brother. We used to have
our agricultural field in a different village and most of the time, my father
used to spend his time there. I lost my father in 1970, on Oct 2<sup>nd</sup>
in an accident, where my sister, father and I were involved, both of them
departed in that accident and I was the lone survivor. When I opened my eyes I
was in a private nursing home where villagers were around and I explained my
whereabouts and regarding the accident. At Jnaanam during the funeral, as I was
too young to understand what’s happening, when my friends came to see me, I
remember giving them Jaggery. <o:p></o:p><br />
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mother feeding me most of the time in the late nights with only rice water when
I used to feel hungry and she working in the kitchen restlessly, going around
the backyard for getting vegetables (those days, we never used to buy
vegetables) for making curries. The taste of few curries were very specific to
my mother who used to cook them such fantastically. In the evenings, she used
to help us in learning chanting slokas, which I by-hearted without even knowing
the meaning, later I realised that it was dhyaana sloka, Devi Mahathyam etc.,
which was one of the biggest asset my mother has given me. I was told that my
mother was a rheumatic patient and used to have blood clotting in the legs, so
my father used to collect leech for treatment. This gave me a heroic admiration
towards my father. I have the memory of my mother eating paan (a preparation
combining betel leaf with areca nut and sometimes with tobacco leaf) which was
equal to smoking and also she used to have severe teeth problem due to this
paan chew habit and she left it later in her life due to health issues. She
used to have continuous bethadoxin injections, pain killers and ayrurvedic
medicines, probably all these might have led her to be in disease in early age,
but, was strong going till 84 years old and passed away in 2004. My mother was
a hard working person in spite of having many diseases.<o:p></o:p><br />
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father's family except that he was very poor and had met my mother's father and
got married to her, whereas, my mother's father was a landlord who had the
authority over more than five lakhs of land, including a few temples and school
(which is now a higher secondary school). So, I never had a scolding or
punishment in the school and always felt majestic and royal. We had a special
status in the village. <o:p></o:p><br />
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During Onam, Vishu and such
festival days, the blacksmith of the village and other such people used to come
to take the blessings from my mother with their gifts like knife etc. They
always had a special consideration for me and used to get me a small replica
knife as a special gift for me. I knew that village has considered me as one
who lost his father in early childhood and I was a pet for all. I had a
nickname 'VELLATHIL POYA MON' (meaning - the son who has fallen in water). Even
now (after 45 years), when I went to Vellad (a nearby village) for the temple
festival, I had to introduce myself to them with my nickname, which shows that
people remember this story over years. <o:p></o:p><br />
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My house in my childhood gave horrifying memories as I have
seen many deaths in the house, a few relatives who had psychological troubles
being locked up in rooms, snakes hanging from the roof, snake coming to hand
instead of books, dark rooms in the night (as we had no electricity), water had
to be fetched from a 40 feet deep well etc.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I used to work feeding and
milking cows, climbing on trees, working in the field etc., in which I was more
involved than studies. I don’t remember anybody asking me to study or read till
my 8th standard. During 8th class vacation, I remember my brother beating me
for reading a novel which made me abscond from my house for three days. Though
I was not really out of my house except for one day spending on top of a
cashewnut tree. I enjoyed witnessing the panic and the scolding which my
brother got from the relatives.<o:p></o:p><br />
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During one of my Vishu, my eldest
brother when he came from holidays from Payyanur (where he was a professor in a
college and rarely used to visit us as a guest) had sent me to get an areca nut
giving me some money, after buying areca nut with the balance money I purchased
crackers, for which I knew he would scold, and hence I entered from the back
door of my home to take money from my piggy bank (the piggy bank was made up of
used cuticura talcum powder tin with a hole made on top for putting the coins),
I was caught while taking the money to pay him back and got beaten-up.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Another brother of mine, who is
now chief of Forest Wild life in Kerala, used to be very mild and smooth with
all, but used to always fight with me. I still remember a day when we were
playing, mother called him for lunch and he was still playing with knife
cutting a wood. I asked him to stop, but he didn't. To force him to stop, I
placed my hand on the wood and my hand got cut. My sister carried me running to
the doctor and I was told that I had to be carried in a jeep 20 km away driving
for 1.5 hours to get it stitched.<o:p></o:p><br />
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These were few of my memories of
childhood which are still fresh and memorable.<o:p></o:p><br />
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during our childhood. Only my eldest half-sister’s kids, I remember, used to
wear slippers. One of their son happened to be my classmate. During vacations
and holidays, I used to walk to their village expecting their old slippers as a
gift. While returning back wearing those sandals (not of my size), my skin used
to come off and it used to pain a lot during crossing the small stream with the
wounded feet. This has created an impression in me that whoever has to use
slippers have to undergo these sufferings. <o:p></o:p><br />
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uncommon to see people without footware around during our childhood. Rare were
people using footware in village during those days, may be in north Malabar
area. Shoes and socks are seen rare only in movies like for somone from city to
represent, the costumes have used these as symbol.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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