A page from purana: the untold stories of villagehood


Last night me and Sulu were laying sleepless. And he started this topic – about the 90s when we had darkness more than lights in India. Every kid of 90s would be aware of those years. I would get a thousand stories if I dig into that subject. At this moment I just want to talk about just one of the memory that came through our conversation last night.

February month will always begin with temple festivals. Every fest will last to 10 days. About this I am planning to post an another one which will exactly explain how we the kids used to celebrate those 10 days, to be specific 10 nights. So let me begin to unwrap this particular occasion which comes in the top of my memory.

Thrissur and Palakkad are the districts which witnessed my childhood. And those are cities where people keeps temple festivals close to their heart. In Palakkad there is a temple called ‘Chinakkathoor Kavu’. This temple’s fest is counted as one of the most celebrated fest in Kerala. This post is about the rituals we follow on the fest of this temple. To be more clear about what I am gonna say, you need to listen to a story. Lemme begin…

My grandpa narrated this story to me when I was a kid. But I still can remember each word and twists of it. Its about the goddess worshipped in the temple which I mentioned earlier ‘Chinakkathoor Kavu’. The myth about the origin of the Chinakkathoor temple will take us to the Ramayana period. Rama and Lakshmana were in search of Seetha who was kidnapped by Ravana and they reached Vilwadri (the Vilwa Mountain, now known as Thiruvilwamala). Lord Ayyappa and Goddess were accompanying them. After reaching Vilwadri Rama asked them to find a place to take rest. But they did not return even after a long time. Hence Rama and Lakshmana went looking for them and found them taking rest at the top of the hill. The myth has it that an angry Rama pushed lord Ayyappa down to the south and gave a good beating to Goddess. (As per this purana lord Ayyapa is situated in a very lower place from Lord Rama temple at Thiruvilwamala. And the deity is called Ayyappa in the pit!).


The goddess was beaten up by Rama and ran for her life crying “ayyayyo” and stopped running when she reached a place called Chinakkathoor,and took position there, facing the north.

Based on this story we used to do follow some rituals just the night before the special day of fest. Our family also used to follow this. We all will wake up early in the morning, say like around 2 AM. The whole family will join in this. Will get up, fresh up and start walking targeting the river. There are 3 rivers in my village and one of them is Nila/Bharathapuzha which is the second longest river in Kerala. We will use natural torch with dried leaves of coconut tree. We will fire it and walk cutting the deep darkness in front us. The advantage is that it will give you light plus a warm environment around which will help you to survive that blood-clotting cold.

We will carry many items on this early morning journey. All the items required for the ‘pooja/aarathi’ will be taken. Even we carry bedsheets so that the kids can get some sleep if required after reaching the destination. Both sides of the road towards the river is rich with tallest trees. Those trees will bow their heads into middle of the road due the weight and it will make a ‘റ’ shape till the end of the road. So when you walk waving our ‘leaf torch’ you will feel like exploring an ancient cave. A 20 minutes walk will take you to the laps of river. On the way we must scream like how goddess did in the above said story, its a part of rituals. You can hear people screaming and making louder noises from all nearby roads.

Once reached we will find a comfortable place on the sand shore to get settled. There won’t be much water in the river as this fest is in summer. Hence you can find lot of place anywhere on the shore. You can also see lot of neighbourhoods ruling their tents here and there. My both sisters were kids at that time and they will sleep once they reach the river. Sometimes on the way itself they start sleeping on my parents shoulders. I never used to get sleep in such situations. Now we have to find a perfect stone from river which will be used as idol of goddess for pooja/aarathi. Now we need to take bath in the river to make mind and body pure. That’s the part I always hated. The water will be frozen like ice, you will dare to dip a single finger in it. After a lot of thinking and calculations I will jump into the river and somehow take a bath just for the sake.

Meanwhile mom would’ve started preparing payasam which is required for pooja. Before it gets done we will clean the idol and other things ready for the pooja.
Once everything is ready the pooja begins. As per Hindu traditions this will be carried out. Next everyone will have the payasam on the shore itself. By the time we can see the sun rising up from the depths of somewhere. The yellowish-orange rounded sun will reflect his face on the river as if looking at a mirror. Around 5.30 – 6’o clock we will be back to home. The freshness and energy you get on that whole day is beyond my explanations.

From last few years I don’t see much people following this ritual. May be everything is changing along with the generations. In less than 10 years all these will fall in the list of extinct rituals…

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Drama; a lot and lots of memories


The days of youth festival in school life was always joyful. It was a celebration which lasts for a minimum of 4 days, and the preparations will start at least before 1 month prior to that. I used to participate only in items like poem/story writing and majorly dramas. Drama was our soul and life of youth festival. I don’t exactly remember when we got the spark of acting. But I have few memories which are strongly tied up around this.

Lets dive into few years back…

Year 2000: 4th Standard

That was my last year in A.L.P.S school. I was the senior, the guy in 4th standard. One of the items in which I participated was drama. My classmate’s dad only trained us the basic lessons of acting. The theme was something more of a social satire. And I played the role of a typical politician who would do anything for money. Our drama started past midnight but I was awaken like never before. The crowd, sound of loudspeakers, the eye-shutting lights on the stage and the make-up stuffs on my tiny face kept me away from sleep. It was a very fresh experience to me. I still remember the costume and dialogues of my character here and there. That December night is still young in my memories.
On the same night I had to act in an urgent role also. After our drama there was another one represented by old student in which my elder uncle played a leading role. I was laying on my mom’s lap and watching their play after mine got over. I was half sleepy and louder voice on mike was bringing me back time to time. Suddenly uncle came to us and asked me to go with him to the stage. Reason is, they need a small boy to act as my uncle’s characters son. No dialogues, I just have to go with him and stand beside on the stage. So this was my first stage experience for drama.

#5th standard ~ when I met my team

1 year after the above mentioned night I was moved to high school and joined in 5th standard. There I got my team. I don’t remember whose idea was that to perform a play for youth fest. We joined a team. We were 7 in number – myself, Vipin, Jishnu, Ranju, Prasad..etc. We wrote a screenplay with our own script. And I am still proud that till 10th we only got 1st price in drama every year.

Mostly the practice was in those guys home which is walkable from school. Most chosen person was Ranju, because he had a big gooseberry tree in his front yard. We used to empty the tree during practice. One of the most lovable taste on my tongue of that era is when I drink water after eating a few gooseberries. So one day we were practicing in his ‘built in-progress’ home. We were on the terrace, because from there you can get a perfect shot on gooseberry’s. After drama practice got over we started our hunt. Everyone’s started showing how perfect is their aim. Then my turn came. I took a big round shaped stone and threw at a big bunch of gooseberry. The stone didn’t make its target but started to fall down from a height. Unfortunately a group of people came walking down on the road. And there was a bald headed guy in that, my stone reached his head perfectly. Blood was flowing from his head. We all got scared on seeing this, the way of thinking of that age suggested us to hide on the terrace and we did that. Those people looked confused and they were scared to death. That incident was quiet an accident but hiding my mistake was not a good practice. I won the situation by doing that but that made me guilty for a long time since then.

#7th standard ~ Siva temple and cigar

During drama practice only I witnessed someone of my age is smoking. I think I was in 7th standard. This guy (I cant reveal his name, if he sees then I am gonna die 😊) was there in my drama team that year. We gave him a minor role with only 2 dialogues. And that dialogue itself he forget on the stage, he took co-actor’s next dialogue and spoiled the scene. So there was an old temple behind the school. You have to walk with a small river which leads you to this lord Siva temple. It looked very old and terrific, surrounded by sky-kissing trees. We always loved to practice there in weekends. The silence and darkness of that place always hugged us warmly. One day this friend of mine came with a cigar and lit it up. Rest of us were scared about this. He offered me a puff but I was not brave enough to accept it. At last I tried it but like every beginner I coughed to death on that day.

#Vipi’s home and bath in river

5th to 10th Vipi’s dad only trained us. He is a fabulous actor. We used to go to his home on weekends. It takes a 30 minutes in bus to reach his village. A very old but beautiful place. Me and Prasad were the only one’s who never failed to present there on time. His mom is a fantastic cook and it was one reason why we never missed to go for practice. There was a river which flows through the heart of his back yard. A two minutes run will take you to the river. There were so many trees which takes head bath in the river. We used to walk on the sloped trees and dive into the water. Once you are back from the river, there will be hot tea and snacks waiting for you on his veranda.

#plus two~ when craziness reaches the top

Plus two was in a different school but Vipi was still there with me. So we planned for a drama that year. In addition to me and Vipi we added few new friends – Sulu, Dhanu, Midhun, Ajith, Ajeesh. One day we came for drama practice on a Saturday. After few hours we got bored and decided to explore the school surroundings. And we saw this well riped jackfruit. It was in someone else’s compound and so we stole it. We kept it hidden in a very secret place till next Saturday hence we wanted the fruit fully ripe.

Now I realise that those were the best moments of my life..!!!

7 days in a hospital


This is an old story which happened years back. In everyone’s life there will be such old memories which are related to an object or a place or whatever it is. Whenever we see this instance, rusted memories will wake up. This one which I am gonna tell is a hospital oriented story. Whenever I see a hospital, I remember the face of a girl.

This took place exactly before 12 years when I was doing schooling. There were 3 main hospitals nearby my town and I had to spend a minimum of 10 days in any of this hospital every month. Reason is, my grandma was an asthma patient. Hence she gets hospitalised each time when the climate changes. So I was the one who used to guard her in the hospitalised days. Spending time in hospital is very difficult, especially in those years. No smart phones, no social medias..etc. The only way to kill time was books or else speaking to the patients in same ward. And you will see a lot of faces there, faces with different stories. I used to love walking in the long and quiet hospital corridors.

If I am right it was just after the 10th and I was waiting for plus one admission. Lot of time and there is nothing specific to do. Every second in a day will come knock your door and pass. One day as usual grandma got admitted and my duty started. This time it was in the government hospital. Doctor advised a week rest there itself. This hospital was renewed very recently. They had built few more general wards centralising a small but beautiful garden.

Till 3rd Day!
There was only a few other patients in our ward. When grandma sleeps I normally go to this garden and spent time there. The neighbour bed guy was around 45 years old, who mostly seen accompanied by his wife. They were from nearest town and always talked like non-stop radios. 3 days I tolerated them. These people always talked very awful stories, to be specific; pitiful stories. Listening to them all day was a pain. But one morning he announced a real good news. He told – “actually I have a daughter in your age, she also waiting for admission. Most probably she will be here this evening”. My heart started pounding in an abnormal speed. And he added to my happiness – “for the rest of the days she will be staying here”. Wow, the best thing I heard from him since I reached there. I waited for the evening, every second ticked in my ears. But she didn’t come that day.

4th Day!
Next morning I woke up listening to a girl’s voice in nearby bed. She came!!
I somehow adjusted my sleepy face and sat on the bed. It seems that grandma had already started chatting with her. She was beautiful and very homely. She found that I was gazing at her. Its time, I said ‘hi’. She smiled and greeted back. Next 3 days I tried my best to catch her attention. Trying to help her dad to sit in the bed, buying tea, calling nurses for urgent and bringing medicine for them also..etc. Let’s make it simple – I became a mother Teresa!! But I still didn’t talk to her much. Just one word questions and answers.

5th & 6th Days!
That evening I was sitting in the central garden. There were very less people around. Garden was like a new born baby who still grows. All plants stood with a height below to my chest. It was the time for night flowers like jasmine to start evolve. I looked at them and sat for a long time. I had a nokia 1100 that time. Simply called few friends and spoke. Time was dragging. Suddenly that girl came and sat on the other edge of my bench. I got frozen. Couldn’t say a single word. But she started talking. Just like speaking with someone whom we know each other. Time flew away and I still note it as one of my finest evening.

7th Day!
It was the discharge day for grandma. The girl’s dad was supposed to wait a day more. I didn’t wanted to go. so l asked the nurse whether she feels real healthy or not, grandma gave me a killing look as if she read my mind. We packed our belongings and came out. I could say only a bye to her as my uncle was around. We came out from the hospital. Suddenly an idea hit me. I told my uncle that I forgot to take something and rushed towards the ward. As I expected she was standing beside a pillar in front of the garden. She gave a surprising smile. I didn’t had much time, so hurriedly asked her contact number and she gave it.

##memories rest in peace 😉

Letters, a symbol and emotion of time


 

Letters are the symbol of fallen years, which reminds me of a time when all kinda new gen communication medias were absolutely strange to us. I guess only the kids of earlier 90’s like me will have such memories. Today I was watching a movie and there I noticed mentioning the letters. I remember the days when I used to sit with my mom on the verandah awaiting the postman for the letters from my dad. He used to write twice a month from his workplace. When the section of kids comes then my mom will make me sit near and read it aloud for me. That was really a great time. Every letter used to bring some happiness around!

Then I grew up from trousers to pants and started writing my own letters, love letters of course! I wrote for myself and even for my friends. From them I used to take a small fee for that in the form of chocos most the time. I remember 1 incident in higher secondary. Once a friend of mine requested to write a love letter for him. It was a sudden request and so I was not ready with the lines. Then few quotes from last nights TV show came in my mind and I wrote the same as tag line of the letter -“I have dreams, you have dreams; let’s share our dreams”. I blindly believed that no one is gonna find that it is stolen. But the girl was a fan of that show and my friend got nicely ashamed in front of her. Hope you can guess the climax.

Also I remember an another story which happened during high school. It was a vacation time of around 2 months. So one of my friend couldn’t wait that long to have a chat with his bestie. He bought an open card(it costs 1 rupee I believe) and sent it to his friend. He had written so many bad words and his friend’s nick names also in that. He didn’t remember that it was an open card and therefore any one can read it, even the postman. The card was successfully delivered to his parents hands! This climax also I am leaving to your imagination.;)

Last month when I went to hometown me and my mom had to check some old documents from shelf for some bank related purpose. Suddenly few old letters fell down under my feet. I took them and checked, mom said those are the letters which my dad and grandpa sent to her years back. She said she was just keeping them for memories. I smiled and then smelled those letters. They were carrying all the scent of a gone time, it was awesome. I read few of them and kept back to its place.

These days no one is using letters. We have whatsapp, fb, e-mails, lane, we-chat..so and so. Obviously many advantages; I must agree. But still letters are the symbol or an emotion of an old time. Letters taught us the eagerness and happiness of waiting…

A passing cloud of my sky


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Just now came back after a second show and lit up a cigar. It seems like a sleepless night, so thought to scribble something. This was there in my mind since few months. The word that she used to mention about her role in my life disturbed me all the time. While hanging on the doorstep of office bus, when I see the figureless fumes of my cigar and when I stare at my computer monitor at office..all the time.

“Passing cloud” – that’s what she mentioned. To my knowledge I am damn sure that she don’t read any books and obviously not fond of literature. So I wondered how she got that prefect word which is so small but meant a lot. It was the childhoodof our friendship, days when we started to speak. One day somehow she figured out what feel I have on her. And she told this, I remember each and every word of it – ‘I can’t be anything in your life, I won’t be a major part of it. What all I am is a passing cloud. A small cloud which comes in a wind and stays in your sky for a bit. And when the wind blew again, I am gone’.

This is what she said. Honestly I would agree that it’s true. Some people are like that, they are not meant to be in our life. Let me bore you a little. Shakespeare said that life is a drama and we all are the actors. And here is my note to it –‘only we got the permanent role, and few got guest roles in it’. The only thing you can do is make people happy. Because our happiness lay on it. Being happy with the life we have is pretty sometimes. Also at times we have to understand that people can’t always show their actual feelings on us. They might have agreeable reasons on that. Then we have to get a little matured, like being with them in the whole life in the role they wish us to be. We have to get to know what their heart speaks. Trust me it helps.

If you are not matured upto it then there is the second resolution. There is an old Facebook message –‘sometimes you have to let people go. If they are meant to be in your life, then they will come back. And if they don’t then pack your bag for a solo journey. You are not too tired to set it up, are you?

#hope i bored 😉
#Gudnyt

The pursuit of happiness


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I wouldn’t have written this, but for some reasons I have to. Its nothing but I helped someone. There is an old saying – ‘the good things you do is to keep in your heart, not to tell people’. But still i am writing this means there is something else. A reason, may be you will get to know when you are done with this post.

I have seen that old lady around even before. At the nearest town she sells vegetable and fruits in front of a super market which run by north Indians. She have her space beside the road. A plastic mat and vegetables and fruits spreaded on it, yeh that’s her business room. I guess she is more than 70 and i wonder even in this age she is trying to live in her own. Making little money for her stomach is admirable for her age. Sometimes I get a thought to offer her few bucks. But I guess it will be an insult to her. Because if she wanted to beg, then she would’ve done that years back. She sleeps in the verandah of a closed shop always, keeping her business assets beside. With an old bed sheet and sack pillow she makes her sleep comfortable. I have seen her life goes in this way from last 5 years. It seems there is no one to take care of, obviously all alone. Previously we used to buy some vegetables from her so that we can help her a little. Later we forgot to.

You know what I am 24 only now, still I am a worst lazy fellow who never want to wake up and go to work. Everyday I wake up late in the morning and somehow go to office cursing everyone in the world. But in age she is triples of me but still working and making for living. That must be respected.

So let me tell you what happened yesterday. It was a normal day for me, woke up got ready and headed to office with my buddy. We had our breakfast at navallur town. Then took a tea and cigar from our regular shop. Later he walked into his office and I crossed the road to catch my bus to office. It was less crowded day. Guess people went to hometown for pongal holidays. There were only few guys and girls at the bus stop, most of them techies. I looked at everyone and stood hands folded.

Then I saw this old lady there. She looked very tired and I think she just got down from the bus. Because there was 2 sacks full of vegetables and fruits near to her. May be she went to some big market early morning to take vegetables for her business. She looked confused and helpless. Then i understood that it’s about the 2 sacks of vegetable. Her selling place is bit far from the bus stop. She cant carry those sacks to there. So she needs help.

And I saw her asking everyone, almost begged. Sadly, no one was willing to help. All techies were busy to reach their office and log on their fucking machines, even me of course. Then she asked few north Indian labors and even they didn’t care. I wanted to help but something stopped me. I was thinking that whether I should do it or not. Also I was confused what others will think about me. I don’t know why the hell I was thinking that way. Also I wished if she come and ask my help, so that I can do it. Bu she didn’t, may be the confusion on my face stopped her asking my hands. The next moment I felt ashamed of myself that I am thinking twice even to do good things! I couldn’t wait anymore. I just walked to her and asked whether she needs any help. Guess it surprised her, I saw a glance of light in her old deepy eyes. She didn’t speak a word but just nodded her head as a yes.

I carried those vegetable sacks to her place and looked at her face. She didn’t say anything, but I read her eyes. I saw many faces staring me. While walking back hurriedly to catch my office bus I was panting and my hands were paining. But I felt some real happiness in my heart. That small incident made my day.

All I wanted to tell is, if you want to do something good then do it. Nothing must stop you and never worry about what others will think. That’s the main reason why most of us leads a normal selfish life, like how the tortoise effaces its body into its shell…

 

Stories of a retired lieutenant colonel


It was in 2012 I came to Chennai. It was a new world to me, fresh in every sense. I was like a trapped rat which is confused what to do. And Chennai was like a real got girl as she is always. Slowly I started loving this city. It took more than 2 month for me to get a proper living place. This house was 2 km inside from the heart of the city. We can’t call it a proper city but an upgrading one with the money of techies.

So let’s get back to home. This one is at the end of a street and of 3 floors. Ground floor was occupied by a family and we got the top floor which kisses the sky. And the first floor!!! There lived a guy whom we are now going to call Retired lieutenant colonel Mr.Uncle. He was our house owner. You might have seen many retired and aged army men in movies. If so then my task of his narration is half done. Obviously he was totally like every other retired army men. He always wore half trousers and T-shirt (bought from Kashmir or China border may be, he says so). He had a cooling glass which he never remove even at stormy rain or at sleep (our belief). And his moustache!!! Oh god, it was curved up till his nose and covered half of his eyes. If you just see him after breakfast then you can see half of the dosa hanging on the moustache. He gets angry easily but heart full of love. The only problem is stories, of Couse army stories of his service time. If it starts then you will have to wait until the end where you have you to clap and paste a smile on surprise on your face. Else you will have to die shot by his gun which he says given by a Pakistani soldier. Believe it else you are dead. I can write a lot more if I continue to describe him. So let’s get into the stories soon. I will tell two of them now.

Story number 1:

It was a weekend. As many of you knows, we techies sleep only in weekends. But here he comes our villain. We will be sleeping like sloths covering top to bottom with the bedsheets which we wash once in a year. He will come early morning and attack the room. Then he will kick your butts and you will loose connections of your dreams. You will get angry enough to kill him with NK 47. But you can’t. So what you do is show up your damn face with a gentle smile and say as a Corus – “good morning uncle”. Unfortunately we had to say this every weekend mornings. One day he come as usual and woke us up. I was about lip-lip of an unknown girl of my dreams. Lost it!!!

He started story telling. Our door opens to the terrace. He took us there and asked ‘what you see there my dear boys?’. I tried to raise my head and looked at where he pointed his finger. I opened my sleepy reddish eyes widely. Nothing I saw there. There was big ground which looks like it was an old paddy field at its young time. Also there were few cows searching for fresh grass and birds flying as if they don’t have any work at all. I thought to tell him these but controlled remembering the Pakistani gun. I smiled and asked ‘what’s there uncle?’. He was pointing the long and higher wall that separates the field from a college ground. And he said its not simple wall but china border. What to do, admit whatever it is. Then he said a story. He was serving our country as a junior soldier that time. His posting was near to a forest at China border. In his words Chinese soldiers are very good people. Because they use their guns only to shoot birds and sometimes just to show they are alive when they get real bored. Wow, that’s great. But one day they showed the real face. One day suddenly they crawled into Indian border without any invitation. Then started firing at our camps. It was early morning and uncle was sleeping. My mind voice said ‘even we were sleeping man, now you are our Chinese soldier’. So uncle’s team got alerted and fired back. But Indians were not prepared and so struggled a lot. Uncle said he was hiding in an underground trench which was covered by leaves and white sacks. Suddenly there were some movements above the trench. Some noises as if someone is crawling above the trench. Uncle shot at where the sound came from. It was not the enemy but a big snake danger enough to kill a man. The dead snake fell into the trench and uncle threw it out with bare hands. We tried to believe. This is all fine, but what he said next was horrible. Chinese soldiers got scared and few of them ran back. Uncle and his friend were standing behind a big tree and the real enemy entered a big white snow bear. It came running towards them. Uncle’s friend ran for his life (he wantedly said that that guy was a keralite, now this is a small gun shot on our head. Anyways we had to believe.). So now uncle is face to face with the bear. You can remember the Leonardo DiCaprio’s fight with bear in “The revenant” movie ( DiCaprio, forgive me). Uncle was confused what to do. Suddenly he remembered his grandma’s words which she told when he was a kid. She said ‘if a bear attacks you, then lay down like dead and the bear will go away ‘. Uncle said he did the same. Surprisingly bear didn’t say a single word and ran back. We all forgot our sleep and stood shocked by his story. Now fortunately aunty called him. Uncle was scared at aunty more than the bear, so he had to go. We were damn hungry and left for breakfast too.

NOTE: I doubt that he might have told any of his stories to the bear also. That’s why it ran for its life.

Story number 2:

It was in the end of 2012 when Chennai had to face a bad storm and many fishermen in ‘Mahabalipuram’ died. That day offices were closed early noon and we headed home. Whole day it stormed badly and we sat in the room shutting down all windows and doors. Still the wind penetrated and peeped through every possible hole with a horrible whistle sound. And somehow it got darkened and the storm became weak. I heard someone knocking the door. When I removed the door bolts the wind opened it for me forcefully. And there he stands, the man who is terrific than the storm – uncle. But his following words made us happy. The thing is aunty prepared dinner for us, because she knows that we are in trouble as there was no power. So uncle came to invite us for dinner. I felt really happy and thought to kiss on his cheeks. After an hour we went to the 2nd floor and had spicy delicious Andhra food. Then we all came out and sat on the sofas. This is an open place where the wind got all freedom to fly around. So we enjoyed the breeze and waited for uncle. Normal time itself he will kill with stories. That too today we ate his food!!! So he has all rites to kill us all. So we sat silently checking our battery dying mobiles. After few minutes he entered into the verandah. Aunty also came and wrinkled her eye at us. It is a help note saying – “if you want to be alive, then run to your rooms”. But we didn’t have that lucky choice. Today is his day.

He slowly started. It happened when he was posted in Kerala. I guess Kollam district. He was working as a senior officer. There was a guy who sells fish in the army headquarters. One day aunty complained him about the quality of fish. I looked at aunty and she nodded her head. Okay, so till now story is real. So what happened is this fishermen scolded aunty very badly in Malayalam. She didn’t understand a single word but got to know that she is insulted by him. So when our hero came home aunty told him about this incident. Uncle got angry top to bottom and took the gun in hand. But aunty consoled him and said we will handle this next morning as its too late now. Uncle agreed.

Next morning he went to the camp and told his regiment soldiers. But they tried to stop him from dealing with local people. They said they are very dangerous. But nothing could stop uncle. He took an open jeep with 4 soldiers carrying gun. And he drove it into the market. The jeep stooped with a sudden break and all people got scared. He found the fisherman and warned him very badly in mixed Hindi + Malayalam + Tamil + Telugu + English. He got scared and begged pardon in front of the whole world. Later aunty used to get very fresh fish everyday. Uncle said sometimes the fishes were double alive and tried to jump out from the vessel, they speaks too!!!

NOTE: The Andhra meals was not even started digesting. So as always we had to believe this story also. Clapped our hands and somehow said ‘goodnight’ and ran into our caves.

Will say more stories later…