Saturday, October 4, 2008
cackling of geese saved my english
English is by far the most expressive of languages..even in comparison to some very sweet and soft languages of our country. In our country ironically you could face the peril of being dubbed as an illiterate if you dint have your English right...
I had the privilege of going to village schools till my primary education.Unlike the current day kindergarden schools class one started with slates and graduated to pencil and paper only in later years.......English was taught in slow motion emphasis being on the vernacular....my first lessons in English were administered to me by my mom who herself never went to a school but her tutor came home and taught her up to 7 Th standard...such luxury doesn't exist anymore no matter how much we may wish to....
Not withstanding the profound foundation that I had in English I made earnest efforts to improve my English in my formative years....soon i was acclaimed as a good student of English. This transformation in schooling years was largely attributable to my exposure to Dickens,Dumas and Hardy ....and the literary like.
Almost past my midlife...lazing on a Sunday noon I cursorily picked up a book of Wren and Martin and flipping through the first few pages decided to take random test of the first exercise on SUBJECT AND PREDICATE.
The first question was to identify subject and predicate of the sentence "CACKLING OF GEESE SAVED ROME"...I decided after much deliberations that Rome was too important not to be the subject and cackling of geese to be the predicate..it was an abject mistake as I realised from the key provided with the book....my ego so high was burst like a balloon pricked by a pin.....I realised it's never too late to be grammatically right......I revisited the correct definition of a subject and a predicate in all humility.....on a lighter note..cackling of geese saved my English..and I began to read English grammar afresh from page one......thank you scorpigel it's cackle.....
I had the privilege of going to village schools till my primary education.Unlike the current day kindergarden schools class one started with slates and graduated to pencil and paper only in later years.......English was taught in slow motion emphasis being on the vernacular....my first lessons in English were administered to me by my mom who herself never went to a school but her tutor came home and taught her up to 7 Th standard...such luxury doesn't exist anymore no matter how much we may wish to....
Not withstanding the profound foundation that I had in English I made earnest efforts to improve my English in my formative years....soon i was acclaimed as a good student of English. This transformation in schooling years was largely attributable to my exposure to Dickens,Dumas and Hardy ....and the literary like.
Almost past my midlife...lazing on a Sunday noon I cursorily picked up a book of Wren and Martin and flipping through the first few pages decided to take random test of the first exercise on SUBJECT AND PREDICATE.
The first question was to identify subject and predicate of the sentence "CACKLING OF GEESE SAVED ROME"...I decided after much deliberations that Rome was too important not to be the subject and cackling of geese to be the predicate..it was an abject mistake as I realised from the key provided with the book....my ego so high was burst like a balloon pricked by a pin.....I realised it's never too late to be grammatically right......I revisited the correct definition of a subject and a predicate in all humility.....on a lighter note..cackling of geese saved my English..and I began to read English grammar afresh from page one......thank you scorpigel it's cackle.....
Monday, September 8, 2008
PRETEND DOCTOR
Have you ever travelled on Vijay Mallaya's ...King Fisher air lines...well if you haven't you should...i had the pleasure once of being pampered on a recent flight to Timbuktu...and no wonder i told my travel agent to book my return flight too on the same airlines.....
As i reached the airport i knew that my agent booked me on the low fare Air Deccan....an air line i detest for its stiff upright seat if not for anything else.....now i am told it has become a full adjunct of the King Fisher.............anyways!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the air Craft began it's steep ascent...from the run way....I could see some trouble brewing in the front row......i was some where near the tail end....having volunteered for a window seat.....no matter how much I fly i cant get over this obsession to sit by a window...the lure of seeing clouds and streaks of natures golden hues of sun and horizon always draw me to the window seat....
Some passenger wasn't feeling well one could see the air hostess giving some extra attention to a passenger in the first seat of the first row....some 20 rows away from me....
There were three pretty young ladies hosting us in the air craft and all of them seemed to have been pressed in to the service of this one man who seemed to have been in a spot of bother....the aircraft by now levelled off.....and seat belt fastening sign was ....off.....lot of clattering metal noise as many a passenger just snapped free the seat belts and made way for the toilets in the front and rear of the aircraft.....I some how prefer to keep the belt on.....i believe always expect the unexpected when in an aircraft....being a man trained for disasters ..looks like disaster awaits at every turn....
The quiver in the young pretty air hostess voice was very evident as she announced.....IS THERE ANY DOCTOR ABOARD...IF SO PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF......ONE OF the PASSENGERS IS UNWELL..........in my years of flying.....it was the first instance of its kind that ever happened....the tension in the aeroplane was quite palpable....the passengers were looking at each other......waiting for this doctor to stand up like it happens in a movie....five minutes passed by and the fact no one stood and walked meant there wasn't any doctor aboard.....by now all the air hostesses were still busy handling the patient...one of them holding an oxygen cylinder..and other visibly up set making repeated calls for the elusive doctor on board.....soon a visibly up set pilot who might have been informed too came from the cockpit and had a look the situation and went back.......it was obvious that there wasn't any doctor on board....a two hour flight...20 minutes gone i was wondering what the hell was happening.......
Years of training on disaster management and crisis management creeps in some amount of confidence in you....and not so surprisingly enough i found myself heading for the front end of the air craft..
he must have a been a man in his late 20s.....sandwiched between the man and body of the air craft was this brave air hostess holding on to a heavy oxygen cylinder in one hand and pressing the mask in place of the patient with another..one more gal was holding his hand....and trying to calm him...I bent down and took his wrist...and took count of his pulse....what was it a thumping 84.....i could sense a look of relief on the young faces around...as i knelt beside this distressed man...........i felt his palms........and his feet they were cold but they weren't sweating profusely ......i just told the air hostess..to take off the oxygen mask....she did so like an obedient nurse does when the doctor tells her.....by now I quite assumed the role of the doctor...and i was surprising myself...at my ability to handle a patient....the mask taken off i started talking to the patient.....he was quite coherent in speech ....a KPO professional he said he was and even explained what KPO was ....and complained of chest pain and sever burning sensation ....what ever it was i knew....he wasn't very serious patient...for common sense told me if he really hard a cardiac arrest ...of a severe kind he should have gone in to a partial coma by now....so kept talking to him....making him breathe..and doing relaxation exercises i learnt few years back to cope up with panic attacks and panic situations...I asked the air hostess if she had any medicines or any anti anxiety drugs in first aid box...she said she had only a digene tablets...i said lets give him that if nothing it will have the placebo effect......i noticed he was responding quite well and started talking more....I asked of his wife and he was recently married ....i knew that talking of his dear ones would always bring one to some kind of relief and expectancy and desire to live more.....after every few minutes he would complain of severe pain in the chest....by now i was quite convinced that it was a case of severe claustrophobia.....or acidity mixed with claustrophobia that had driven this man in to utter panic and set off all symptoms of a cardiac arrest...I kept talking.......and made him talk...giving him all stories...soon this fellow who was struggling for breath minutes back...was smiling....and was willing to guess the age of the air hostess attending him for last hour or so....he guessed that i am a man past his half way mark....but accurately predicted that the pretty lady attending to him was no more than 24......the young air hostess who so far was looking more stressed out than him couldn't help breaking in to peels of giggles...by now i had taken charge of our patient and was quite happy that he was responding to my commands....now i ordered that he is making a pathetic sight of himself...lying on the floor of the aircraft all his shirt buttons strung apart....following ...my commands he buttoned up shoes and socks in place and finally convinced him he should sit in the seat up right....to my surprise...we had consumed almost an hour by now and the plane was getting ready to descend....as we talked more we got the patient to have a hot cup of tea.....and we talked more and soon the wheels touched the tarmac....i just stood up only to realise what attention i drew in the aircraft...all eyes seemed to be glued on me..i just picked up my cabin baggage and walked away..first one to disembark...more than the patient ...the cabin crew seemed more relieved...
As for me i surprised myself that i could assume the role of the doctor......as i waited for my bag at the baggage claim area a fellow passenger came and complimented me..well done doctor he said....i just nodded my head and breezed past...before i got more attention....or ..worse one more patient...enough of pretending to be a doctor .....for two hours..i thought.... AS FOR ME I WAS LUCKY IT TURNED OUT HE WASN'T A REAL CARDIAC PATIENT...ELSE I WOULD NT KNOW WHAT I COULD HAVE DONE........A PRETEND DOCTOR
As i reached the airport i knew that my agent booked me on the low fare Air Deccan....an air line i detest for its stiff upright seat if not for anything else.....now i am told it has become a full adjunct of the King Fisher.............anyways!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the air Craft began it's steep ascent...from the run way....I could see some trouble brewing in the front row......i was some where near the tail end....having volunteered for a window seat.....no matter how much I fly i cant get over this obsession to sit by a window...the lure of seeing clouds and streaks of natures golden hues of sun and horizon always draw me to the window seat....
Some passenger wasn't feeling well one could see the air hostess giving some extra attention to a passenger in the first seat of the first row....some 20 rows away from me....
There were three pretty young ladies hosting us in the air craft and all of them seemed to have been pressed in to the service of this one man who seemed to have been in a spot of bother....the aircraft by now levelled off.....and seat belt fastening sign was ....off.....lot of clattering metal noise as many a passenger just snapped free the seat belts and made way for the toilets in the front and rear of the aircraft.....I some how prefer to keep the belt on.....i believe always expect the unexpected when in an aircraft....being a man trained for disasters ..looks like disaster awaits at every turn....
The quiver in the young pretty air hostess voice was very evident as she announced.....IS THERE ANY DOCTOR ABOARD...IF SO PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF......ONE OF the PASSENGERS IS UNWELL..........in my years of flying.....it was the first instance of its kind that ever happened....the tension in the aeroplane was quite palpable....the passengers were looking at each other......waiting for this doctor to stand up like it happens in a movie....five minutes passed by and the fact no one stood and walked meant there wasn't any doctor aboard.....by now all the air hostesses were still busy handling the patient...one of them holding an oxygen cylinder..and other visibly up set making repeated calls for the elusive doctor on board.....soon a visibly up set pilot who might have been informed too came from the cockpit and had a look the situation and went back.......it was obvious that there wasn't any doctor on board....a two hour flight...20 minutes gone i was wondering what the hell was happening.......
Years of training on disaster management and crisis management creeps in some amount of confidence in you....and not so surprisingly enough i found myself heading for the front end of the air craft..
he must have a been a man in his late 20s.....sandwiched between the man and body of the air craft was this brave air hostess holding on to a heavy oxygen cylinder in one hand and pressing the mask in place of the patient with another..one more gal was holding his hand....and trying to calm him...I bent down and took his wrist...and took count of his pulse....what was it a thumping 84.....i could sense a look of relief on the young faces around...as i knelt beside this distressed man...........i felt his palms........and his feet they were cold but they weren't sweating profusely ......i just told the air hostess..to take off the oxygen mask....she did so like an obedient nurse does when the doctor tells her.....by now I quite assumed the role of the doctor...and i was surprising myself...at my ability to handle a patient....the mask taken off i started talking to the patient.....he was quite coherent in speech ....a KPO professional he said he was and even explained what KPO was ....and complained of chest pain and sever burning sensation ....what ever it was i knew....he wasn't very serious patient...for common sense told me if he really hard a cardiac arrest ...of a severe kind he should have gone in to a partial coma by now....so kept talking to him....making him breathe..and doing relaxation exercises i learnt few years back to cope up with panic attacks and panic situations...I asked the air hostess if she had any medicines or any anti anxiety drugs in first aid box...she said she had only a digene tablets...i said lets give him that if nothing it will have the placebo effect......i noticed he was responding quite well and started talking more....I asked of his wife and he was recently married ....i knew that talking of his dear ones would always bring one to some kind of relief and expectancy and desire to live more.....after every few minutes he would complain of severe pain in the chest....by now i was quite convinced that it was a case of severe claustrophobia.....or acidity mixed with claustrophobia that had driven this man in to utter panic and set off all symptoms of a cardiac arrest...I kept talking.......and made him talk...giving him all stories...soon this fellow who was struggling for breath minutes back...was smiling....and was willing to guess the age of the air hostess attending him for last hour or so....he guessed that i am a man past his half way mark....but accurately predicted that the pretty lady attending to him was no more than 24......the young air hostess who so far was looking more stressed out than him couldn't help breaking in to peels of giggles...by now i had taken charge of our patient and was quite happy that he was responding to my commands....now i ordered that he is making a pathetic sight of himself...lying on the floor of the aircraft all his shirt buttons strung apart....following ...my commands he buttoned up shoes and socks in place and finally convinced him he should sit in the seat up right....to my surprise...we had consumed almost an hour by now and the plane was getting ready to descend....as we talked more we got the patient to have a hot cup of tea.....and we talked more and soon the wheels touched the tarmac....i just stood up only to realise what attention i drew in the aircraft...all eyes seemed to be glued on me..i just picked up my cabin baggage and walked away..first one to disembark...more than the patient ...the cabin crew seemed more relieved...
As for me i surprised myself that i could assume the role of the doctor......as i waited for my bag at the baggage claim area a fellow passenger came and complimented me..well done doctor he said....i just nodded my head and breezed past...before i got more attention....or ..worse one more patient...enough of pretending to be a doctor .....for two hours..i thought.... AS FOR ME I WAS LUCKY IT TURNED OUT HE WASN'T A REAL CARDIAC PATIENT...ELSE I WOULD NT KNOW WHAT I COULD HAVE DONE........A PRETEND DOCTOR
Friday, September 5, 2008
AGE BEAUTIFULLY
Nine years after marriage....one day i was waiting with my young wife.......for our turn to get in to the ...telephone booth.....there was a young lady......of 20 ..may be busy on the phone ...for a uncomforting length of time .....it was an almost agonising wait .....me and my better half exchanging glances....after few more patient minutes she breezed out of the booth....looking at me....in to the eyes she asked coolly " uncle what is the time" and gave questioning look to my wife....................my wife couldn't help laughing ...she was all giggling .....like a school girl..it was first time some one called me an uncle.....
That night i had a deep look at my self......in the mirror.....what was i ....eyes looked tired a bit....but i seemed to be same....me ..an uncle...hmm the gal must have been wanting to tease me or did she catch my wide eyed glance as she was busy on phone i don't know.....
A decade later i am too pained to see the distinct toll time had taken on me.....addition of spects for sure made me age more.....the wrinkles under the eyes are far more pronounced........ the little tyre around the belly doesn't seem to go ... no matter what i do.......as i look at myself as i walk past long mirrors in shopping malls....how i wish i was born 10 years late........
All good things of life ..seemed to have sprouted up ..much later in life........... where were all these....in my time i would wonder....fast bikes...gals in low waist jeans....fast chat rooms on net......malls.....and pubs...........one could only wish ...life was a cycle one could put back by a few revolutions.......
Now i know there is no fooling around.....AGE HAS CAUGHT UP WITH ME.......my son is almost four inches taller than me....my niece who was a baby when i was a honey mooner is a woman of substance now....what was once a thick black hair is now peeper and salt...my pretty wife still puzzles me though.... she doesn't seem to AGE AT ALL.......
Perhaps time has come for me to reconcile...that life will not be the same again.....may be i must take a leaf..out of her book and learn to age beautifully............
The secret of aging beautifully i realise is not to look at bygone years and worry about the fading skin and folding wrinkles.....but think of the golden moments of the past.....and live beautifully in the present in the correct perspective.....accept things o f life ....without too much strife....to surrender beautifully....to nature....from a young man..to an aging father ..to realise we have different roles now.....it will always be that ..the teasing mind would once in a while lure you in to unreal ...thoughts......desires and lust....just enough to mock at you......in a cynical way to remind you that u are aging......the art of living ....is to age beautifully.....with a beautiful mind............
That night i had a deep look at my self......in the mirror.....what was i ....eyes looked tired a bit....but i seemed to be same....me ..an uncle...hmm the gal must have been wanting to tease me or did she catch my wide eyed glance as she was busy on phone i don't know.....
A decade later i am too pained to see the distinct toll time had taken on me.....addition of spects for sure made me age more.....the wrinkles under the eyes are far more pronounced........ the little tyre around the belly doesn't seem to go ... no matter what i do.......as i look at myself as i walk past long mirrors in shopping malls....how i wish i was born 10 years late........
All good things of life ..seemed to have sprouted up ..much later in life........... where were all these....in my time i would wonder....fast bikes...gals in low waist jeans....fast chat rooms on net......malls.....and pubs...........one could only wish ...life was a cycle one could put back by a few revolutions.......
Now i know there is no fooling around.....AGE HAS CAUGHT UP WITH ME.......my son is almost four inches taller than me....my niece who was a baby when i was a honey mooner is a woman of substance now....what was once a thick black hair is now peeper and salt...my pretty wife still puzzles me though.... she doesn't seem to AGE AT ALL.......
Perhaps time has come for me to reconcile...that life will not be the same again.....may be i must take a leaf..out of her book and learn to age beautifully............
The secret of aging beautifully i realise is not to look at bygone years and worry about the fading skin and folding wrinkles.....but think of the golden moments of the past.....and live beautifully in the present in the correct perspective.....accept things o f life ....without too much strife....to surrender beautifully....to nature....from a young man..to an aging father ..to realise we have different roles now.....it will always be that ..the teasing mind would once in a while lure you in to unreal ...thoughts......desires and lust....just enough to mock at you......in a cynical way to remind you that u are aging......the art of living ....is to age beautifully.....with a beautiful mind............
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
what is for break fast...........
Even before i eat my dinner completely...i have this habit of asking my wife whats up for breakfast tomorrow....almost inevitably invoking her wrath.............i couldn't agree more with her....just when the lady has had enough for the day ( at least she think so) ..here is this gentlemen reminding her of the arduous task of getting ready for the next meal.......
Old habits die hard........from my child hood i was a foodie.........food and kitchen...were (are ) my favorite places......even now my wife tries to hide cashew nuts..and peanuts in the house..i am not lying ask her....why not...after all i believe we live to eat............
one day as a young man...i walked in to a married man's house (quite elder ) at break fast time.....he was getting ready and i had to give him a lift.. in my car...for a hungry bachelor i was sneakingly looking towards the kitchen...for some decent invite....for a delicious break fast....there was no sign....so i couldn't help asking..."ma'am what have you given sir in break fast"..... bread jam.....came the unfriendly answer.......i told him..sir ..if you have to eat bread as a married man...i pity you....it was a spontaneous outburst from me....poor him ..i felt
Many years later when i got married....i got a wedding card from that couple...down below...was scribbled ...."My wife wants to know what your wife cooks in break fast"....... that lady has still not pardoned me decades later...........fortunately for me.. i was lucky to get a wife who never repeats the same menu....for break fast......(except when she gets occasionally wedded to idly)....so i continue to ask her whats for break fast...
south Indians have a lot of choice for break fast.....some times i wonder if north Indians can ever think of anything other than...paratha....or double roti..... or oily poories with aloo...
when i was a small kid before i went to a boarding school there wasn't any concept of breakfast....i learnt this word in school...surely i had the privilege of studying in rural primary schools in some of the remotest villages....studying in lantern....and ..eating before sunset.....in those days there was no word called break fast
while we all children had .....chaddennam(left over rice of previous day)...occasionally my dad was served tiffin......we were six siblings ...(.i left the house for a boarding school when the seventh was born....so the figure continued to be same)....my youngest uncle and youngest aunt added to be eight ...kids to be fed in the morning...Since there was no concept of domestic helps in those days all the work shared by my mom..and some cooperative aunt....who wasn't too busy with her studies....the whole house hold wasn't any time less than 15 any time....there was much work to do for my mommy....so the break fast was made quite simple....
We had left over rice....what was called Chaddennamu...it had a unique taste of its own..first mom would inspect it if it was in order..by a simple aroma test...then ..the choice of what to eat was asked...it was the choice of pickle....we had wide range....from the traditional avakaya.magayaa....gongoora,..chinta kaya ,nimmakaya,etc....even kandi podi.(sorry for those who cant get what these are..these are tarditional andhra pickles)...with so many kids around almost....8 ...it was a difficult task to short list what to eat...somehow more often than not my choice would prevail...which was invariably..avakaya....obviously i used to make a claim for the mukka(the mango piece)....occasionally one of the younger aunts would volunteer to handle us in break fast while mom was busy dish washing the hard way....first pull water from a well..and handle those ...seemingly huge sized..brass vessels...on which were inscribed names of my maternal grand father....( i used to Wonder why..i was told much later they came with mom in marriage)...
Eight kids...eight plates to mess up and to be cleaned ....so when one of the younger aunts was handling this little entertaining break fast session...she would mix the Rice in one huge plate....and make laddoos...of the rice...each tender palm extended...and one huge ball o f rice eaten..bit by bit.....(many decades laterstill i yearn for that atmosphere).......i was the smart hog always..eating fast and out of turn..at the expense of others...This word BREAKFAST..i learnt only when i went to a boarding school.....something eaten in all solemnity...in uniforms...knives an forks clattering silently like a funeral music..it was quite a cultural shock for this...rustic boy..who was used to his CHADDENNAM.....
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
THE MONSOONS............
Dark cumulo nimbus clouds....continuous lightening..that seemed to tear apart the horizon...followed by rattling thunder....the build up to heavy rains.......always drew me to the comfortable lap of my mother.....she would answer all my eager questions....how god of wind varun and indra driving his chariot with white horses from indra lok...were bringing rain from there on she would take me in to the world of mythology...Ramayana ,Mahabharat and invariably my favorite Hanuman..
For a nation whose Sensex shoots up or down like a thermometer depending on the intensity of monsoons....the rains are a welcome relief....Rains to me a s a toddler...also meant bunking the upper primary school of the village..forget about rain capes...there were no umbrellas even ...the priority was quite low...with only the huge black umbrella reserved for dad to go to his office.....
The country side which I invariably explored like a Tom Sawyer...would begin to swell with streams and rivulets (vagulu..as they would call it in my native tongue)....the country side would change over night from a brown parched arid land to dotting green....like the gods from above laid a newly made green carpet......rains had only one negative point....my dad stopped buying mangoes once the first rains were received...he would say that it wasn't good to buy mangoes once rains set in.....
Who doesn't want to get wet in rain...show me one earthling...forget about homosapiens....every bit of Flora and fauna..seems to enjoy it...The rains occasionally brought VADA GALLU....little hail storm.....ice cubicles thrown from the sky... i remember this terrifying experience..as a little kid....deafening noise on the mangalore tiled roof....me and my sister pushing a bucket and collecting all the hails...of course they were taste less..pure water...with so many of us living in the house it was always interesting...my colourful aunts...giggling...and we all siblings finding a nice lap to sit on..and watch the chita pata...chinukulu....of the first rain..nice warm smell of hot earth being drenched in rain....
Me and my accomplice uncle used to practice angling in rain....don't ask how...he taught me this little pretend game...as it would pour heavily i would go in to the kitchen and steal(that was my job..)and he would fix...to a stick a twine...one end of which had a safety pin borrowed from the lovely neck of an aunt or my mom(she always had half a dozen of them in her chain on her lovely swan like neck)...pin a pea nut or a chana dal ..drop this in to the heavy rain..sitting across a window grill and waiting for it to soak..in rain...and there after about an hour later we used to eat the soaked grain....perhaps we picked it up from the fishermen in the neighbourhood....
Rains to me also meant learning to make a boat....which i can still do..tho i forgot how to make a katti boat (boat with a knife)..my uncle could do it..effortlessly...this was also the time when we siblings learnt to make so many things from plain paper form boats to ink bottles...
Monsoons.....then and now always beckon me..for a thrilling experience....heavy rain slashing....wet clothes...drpping..almost dripping us bare....the umbrella that threatens to take of like a hot air balloon...i still take a walk....in the rain....of course i would love to have the company of m y better half...who is equally fond of rain.....and the MONSOONS
Thursday, July 17, 2008
THE MYSTERY FEVER.......
I woke up one day.....very sick..... limbs very weak......sweating profusely.....my as such frail body....simmering hot...uninterrupted...vomitings...it was the earliest.....time i could recollect when i was sick....perhaps i was six years then...the tongue was parched....my mind gone hazy....in delirium....it was not like the usual...mornings....certainly i was very sick...
An instrument white in color and sleek looking was thrust under my tongue..with strict instructions not to bite it...that was my first introduction to thermometer........after a few minutes my father sighed..."Very high fever...." i was rushed in a tricycle rickshaw..to a doctor...i was mercilessly told to remove my long shorts and an injection pierced on my left buttock...i don't know why...but i dint cry......of course it was quite painful.....the doctor seemed quite happy and complimented me for being a brave boy....
In those days if you fell sick....they never gave you any food...not that i was hungry...the appetite was gone....but the very thought that everyone was eating..merrily ..and you were not part of it...brought some juvenile depression....i was just given ..ginger decoction in the morning....and buttermilk...whole day...and handful of bitter medicines...
The fever would not recede ...after few days my father rushed me to the doctor again...the doc seemed equally puzzled...so apparently it wasn't normal fever.....i heard the doctor tell my dad...lets do a check for Typhoid....few days more...the fever would still not come down..by now i had been reduced..to a skeleton...no solid food...i was barely able to walk..and had to be carried to the doctor....
The smile on the doctors face vanished....i was administered injections...for 25 days...but the strange fever ...wouldn't recede....i lost all..hopes...more than anything else ..i yearned for some good food...my diet was upgraded to orange juice..apart form the buttermilk...one day...i woke up in the morning...and the temperature was gone....the thermometer showed normal temperature...i was too feeble ...so i still had to go the doctor...for some prescription to get me back to shape...i was just a bag of bones then....i heard the doctor tell my dad..."I dint know what the fever was..its a mystery..it certainly wasn't typhoid...."..any way he seemed quite happy that finally it receded...my mystery fever seemed to have dented his confidence...
A few days ...passed....i began to grow strong again.....back to my mischievous self...world at last seemed normal again....
............yet the mystery of ...my fever was not solved.....until one day my father opened a black box.....it was a small....pouch like box....he went wild shaking it...asking my mom...what happened to the contents....seeing him rant so much....she asked him what that box was about...he told her that box had small bottles of homoe pills ...but now they were all empty bottles..not one or two ..but ..they were a dozen bottles...with nice wooden corks...
It did not take long...for them to zero in on me....i was pulled up by my ears...literally by my father who was quite livid....quite innocently...i owned up that i had all those pills....not all at once but each day one bottle....i told him..they were not bitter but quite sweet....
THE MYSTERY OF MY FEVER WAS SOLVED......to this day...each time i take a homoe pill...i am reminded of that mystery fever....
Thursday, July 3, 2008
MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN
appudappude tellavarutondi...kitikee lonchi chuste chaala bagundi scenery......antha adavulu....challani gaali...appude udayinchina kiranalu....erra baduthunna ...aakasam.
ooty ...ekkuva dooram lenatlundi ....pakkane koorchunna prayanikudu..deerghanga nidra...chinna music laga rythmatic snoring....chinnappatininchi ooty choodalani korika....collegelo unnappudu vachhindi oka chance...kani ade time lo ..typhoid....
Rathri enimidintiki ekkadu bassu..benguluru lo...antha benguluru ...thega baguntundi antaru..tanaki antha goppaga emi anipinchala..may be ....thana present mind set ala undemo....city lo okka cinema halls nachhayi thanaki...........
Pakkanne unaa prayanikudu lechadu..(thankfully).....chuste andhra vadilaga leka south vadi laga ledu....hindi lo adigadu...aur kitna door hai...ooty?......Mujhe bhi nahin malom magar jaldi aane vale hai...konchem chiraaku ga annadu thanu...hyderabad lo perigadu kabatti..hindi bane vachhu...aarintiki cherindi bassu..ooty....scenery chala bagundi....no wonder people flock to see ooty ..anni cinema shootingulu ......anukunnadu thanu...
Bus digi atu itu chusadu....rathri sariga thinale..chachhe akali....first hotel....auto vesukuni...DAS PRAKASH HOTEL....room....vedi neellu....pesarattu...athma ramudu santhinchadu...hotel bayata paddadu....tamil radu kabatti ..hindi ye gathi....auto vadini adigadu choodataniki enti ani.......BOTANICAL GARDENS.....
carpet laga...green lawns..antha kante striking.....ada..maga jantalu...almost cinemalo choopinche scenes...photographers... 15 RS ki photo..tega godavapeduthunnadu vachhinappitininchi.....okkadine unna naku..chiraku photo enta ani...oka janta....andamyna ammayi....oka abbayi ...kottaga pelli ayinatludi....ammaye abbayi kante forward ga undi...dhyryanga meeda cheya veyamani antundi...telugu valla laga unnaru....
vachhe july ki 27 years...chala sambhandalu vachhayi poyayi.....oka unsuccessful ....pellichoopulu....nachhaledu...pathi kellu vachhinappatininchi...parents ...venaka..pelli chesukora ani....jathakalu...caste...subcaste...vydeeki...velnatlu....ento asalu...ippati daka asalu.. subsect unnayani kooda teleedu...valla ..ki raaji padi...doriki poyadu....desam lo telugu brahmins pillalu etu poyaro...andamyna ammyalantha...kama vallu leda..niyogi brahmins...ento ...whole situation antha..chiraku ga undi....oka ti decided..edi emyna....brahmachari la undataniki settle avuthanu gani..no compromise..on requirements...basic good looks,.. well educated...konchem social..girl...tithulu laga sambandhalu vastunnayi pothunnayi.....naannaki ...jatha kala ...pichhi...comparative ga amma modern...ekkuva chaduvu koka poyina..
Vallani badha pettakunda oka manchi ammayi dorakada ani...valla ki initiative ichhadu...ippati ki rondellu...ayi poyayi..no pilla in sight...py pechhu meeku nachhi tene chesukunta ani mata kooda ichhi ..doriki poyadu...evarido ball...unlce ball....oka chinna pilla aduguthondi......doooranga oka sardarji....erra ga , najoogga poduga pellamu.....kaki ki donda pandu laga unnaru..lopala ekkado kullu..thana ki....correct ga one year back....radha mavayya vachhadu (madhya varti )....manchi sambhandam ani...pilla photo tho...attractive ga..cotton sari....height...color...anni bane unnayi ...first look lo ne almost decide ayyipoyadu....edo last bus miss avuthe dorakadannatlu....nanna photo chusadu....orey ..jathakam kudarali kada..ani...ventane....birth date ...nakshtram patuuku ra radha..ammma pakka ninchi....mee tatayya ki baga telisina vallu... nayanamma.. vantitloninchi...edo asa...ganta tharavatha ..radha mavayya..pilla ippude chesukodu ta...details kooda ivvala...disappoint avuthu cheppadu...one more gone from the list anukunna...
konchem drizzle.....daggiralo ..hotel....tiffin...ekkada chusina ammayilu....mana ke ...karuvu ....anukunnadu..kachhe ga...kana ..badi na ammayalanu quick ga assessment...kotha alavatu.......
girruna.....oka samvatsaram thirigindi..thana married status still single..edo ..excuse....pilla kudaratle..orey...rahu is watching from 12 th house...to mars...time paduthundi...final judgement la ..naanna ..decree pass chesadu..last month....velladu ...initi ki malla.....malla tagiladu..radha mavayya...malla .. pilla pinni adigindi ani annadu...e pilla ..konchem irritate avuthu annadu thanu....photo...chupinchadu...ade pilla green cotton saree...etc....next day....sunday..lazy ga oka patha T shirt vesu kuni gaddam cheyakunda koorchunnadu thanu...evaro oka lady vachhhindi ok abbayi tho...edo amma tho husk....kasepu koorchuni poyaru..thanu patti pattanatttu ....look vesi velladu...evarey ..amma ni adigadu...pilla pinni ra andi..sare cheppa chugga nenu na avatharam ....pilla jathakam vallu ichharu.....one week ayyindi ..naku thappa evariki ..thondara lenatlundi...
saab bill..hindi lo waiter...katti bayata paddadu...edo mechanical ga thiruguthunnadu..lake...park...hotel lunch...race course....honeymoon chesukunte ikkade.....chaalle...alu ledu chulu ledu koduku peru somalingam..lopalinchi ..oka voice..teasing ga....
Dhyryam chesi adi gadu naanna ni..nanna ... pilla ni chuddama...jathakam match avvali kadara...ventane vellandi....amma pakkaninchi....seetha phal mandi....astrologist....chusadu...serious face....nenu athram ga..edo lottery result kosam wait chestunnatlu....baleda..naanne adigadu...paravale....kaani ...pilla vrischikam..pilladu karkatakam....office ninchi rangane...tension ga untundi.....RETREAT....like a defeated sodier...intiki vachhaka....emyndi ..ani amma....inka manhci vi rakunda pothaya ..naanna...
ika labham ledani cheppadu ...I WANT TO SEE THE GIRL DAD...tone konchem penche cheppadu...ala matla datam first time....YOU DECIDE FOR YOURSELF...YOU TAK E RESPONSIBILTY..kopangane ..naanna...abba ..telugu lo matladithe ..naku ardham avuthundi ga..venakala ninchi amma....
Night bus ekkadu malla.....pakka ne oka kurradu...TB pateint laga daggu...eppudu bus ekkina...cigarettlu thage vado...dagge vado ...cinema hall ayithe paan thine vado..mundara kallu pette vado..mana adristam anthe anukunnadu....challati gaali....niddara etlagu pattatle e mdhya...
Next day pelli chupulu.....pilla photo kante bagundi....ekkuva matladakunda kalla tho pariksha ga..confident ga chusindi thana ni....ide last chance annatlu matladadu..thanu...pilla oka chinna smile end lo...edo confirmatory ..asa...pelli chupulu ayyi...varam....naanna ki phone chesadu....pilla vallu ki cheppava naku pilla nachhindi ani......OREY...PILLA VALLU CHEPPALI kADURA...FIRST..PROTOCOL gurthu chesadu naanna......two days back daddy phone....nee kosam ani phone chesara..pilla thandri ki....adigithe 60% nachhavuta ani cheppadu...konchem hurt ga feel avuthu cheppadu....thanu devastated....pelli chupullo kooda maths vastundi ani thanu eppudu anu kola...gone for ever..anukunna....edo manasulo tensin..change ga untundi ani ooty bus ekkadu bangalore ninchi......ayina no compromise....with basic requirement anukunnadu..
Next day office....one more dull day...enti ra..ala depressed ga unnavu freinds adagatam...vekili ga....
.........................................after noon naanna phone............congrats ra.......ani
enti nanna...varey sambandham memo anukuntu...feeble ga annadu thanu... phon elo...
.............orey........04 dec engagement....pilla ki nuvvu nachhavuta..pilla grandfather intervene ayyi...settle chesadu............
WELL REST IS HISTORY....................THEY SAY MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN..........KADAA..............
ooty ...ekkuva dooram lenatlundi ....pakkane koorchunna prayanikudu..deerghanga nidra...chinna music laga rythmatic snoring....chinnappatininchi ooty choodalani korika....collegelo unnappudu vachhindi oka chance...kani ade time lo ..typhoid....
Rathri enimidintiki ekkadu bassu..benguluru lo...antha benguluru ...thega baguntundi antaru..tanaki antha goppaga emi anipinchala..may be ....thana present mind set ala undemo....city lo okka cinema halls nachhayi thanaki...........
Pakkanne unaa prayanikudu lechadu..(thankfully).....chuste andhra vadilaga leka south vadi laga ledu....hindi lo adigadu...aur kitna door hai...ooty?......Mujhe bhi nahin malom magar jaldi aane vale hai...konchem chiraaku ga annadu thanu...hyderabad lo perigadu kabatti..hindi bane vachhu...aarintiki cherindi bassu..ooty....scenery chala bagundi....no wonder people flock to see ooty ..anni cinema shootingulu ......anukunnadu thanu...
Bus digi atu itu chusadu....rathri sariga thinale..chachhe akali....first hotel....auto vesukuni...DAS PRAKASH HOTEL....room....vedi neellu....pesarattu...athma ramudu santhinchadu...hotel bayata paddadu....tamil radu kabatti ..hindi ye gathi....auto vadini adigadu choodataniki enti ani.......BOTANICAL GARDENS.....
carpet laga...green lawns..antha kante striking.....ada..maga jantalu...almost cinemalo choopinche scenes...photographers... 15 RS ki photo..tega godavapeduthunnadu vachhinappitininchi.....okkadine unna naku..chiraku photo enta ani...oka janta....andamyna ammayi....oka abbayi ...kottaga pelli ayinatludi....ammaye abbayi kante forward ga undi...dhyryanga meeda cheya veyamani antundi...telugu valla laga unnaru....
vachhe july ki 27 years...chala sambhandalu vachhayi poyayi.....oka unsuccessful ....pellichoopulu....nachhaledu...pathi kellu vachhinappatininchi...parents ...venaka..pelli chesukora ani....jathakalu...caste...subcaste...vydeeki...velnatlu....ento asalu...ippati daka asalu.. subsect unnayani kooda teleedu...valla ..ki raaji padi...doriki poyadu....desam lo telugu brahmins pillalu etu poyaro...andamyna ammyalantha...kama vallu leda..niyogi brahmins...ento ...whole situation antha..chiraku ga undi....oka ti decided..edi emyna....brahmachari la undataniki settle avuthanu gani..no compromise..on requirements...basic good looks,.. well educated...konchem social..girl...tithulu laga sambandhalu vastunnayi pothunnayi.....naannaki ...jatha kala ...pichhi...comparative ga amma modern...ekkuva chaduvu koka poyina..
Vallani badha pettakunda oka manchi ammayi dorakada ani...valla ki initiative ichhadu...ippati ki rondellu...ayi poyayi..no pilla in sight...py pechhu meeku nachhi tene chesukunta ani mata kooda ichhi ..doriki poyadu...evarido ball...unlce ball....oka chinna pilla aduguthondi......doooranga oka sardarji....erra ga , najoogga poduga pellamu.....kaki ki donda pandu laga unnaru..lopala ekkado kullu..thana ki....correct ga one year back....radha mavayya vachhadu (madhya varti )....manchi sambhandam ani...pilla photo tho...attractive ga..cotton sari....height...color...anni bane unnayi ...first look lo ne almost decide ayyipoyadu....edo last bus miss avuthe dorakadannatlu....nanna photo chusadu....orey ..jathakam kudarali kada..ani...ventane....birth date ...nakshtram patuuku ra radha..ammma pakka ninchi....mee tatayya ki baga telisina vallu... nayanamma.. vantitloninchi...edo asa...ganta tharavatha ..radha mavayya..pilla ippude chesukodu ta...details kooda ivvala...disappoint avuthu cheppadu...one more gone from the list anukunna...
konchem drizzle.....daggiralo ..hotel....tiffin...ekkada chusina ammayilu....mana ke ...karuvu ....anukunnadu..kachhe ga...kana ..badi na ammayalanu quick ga assessment...kotha alavatu.......
girruna.....oka samvatsaram thirigindi..thana married status still single..edo ..excuse....pilla kudaratle..orey...rahu is watching from 12 th house...to mars...time paduthundi...final judgement la ..naanna ..decree pass chesadu..last month....velladu ...initi ki malla.....malla tagiladu..radha mavayya...malla .. pilla pinni adigindi ani annadu...e pilla ..konchem irritate avuthu annadu thanu....photo...chupinchadu...ade pilla green cotton saree...etc....next day....sunday..lazy ga oka patha T shirt vesu kuni gaddam cheyakunda koorchunnadu thanu...evaro oka lady vachhhindi ok abbayi tho...edo amma tho husk....kasepu koorchuni poyaru..thanu patti pattanatttu ....look vesi velladu...evarey ..amma ni adigadu...pilla pinni ra andi..sare cheppa chugga nenu na avatharam ....pilla jathakam vallu ichharu.....one week ayyindi ..naku thappa evariki ..thondara lenatlundi...
saab bill..hindi lo waiter...katti bayata paddadu...edo mechanical ga thiruguthunnadu..lake...park...hotel lunch...race course....honeymoon chesukunte ikkade.....chaalle...alu ledu chulu ledu koduku peru somalingam..lopalinchi ..oka voice..teasing ga....
Dhyryam chesi adi gadu naanna ni..nanna ... pilla ni chuddama...jathakam match avvali kadara...ventane vellandi....amma pakkaninchi....seetha phal mandi....astrologist....chusadu...serious face....nenu athram ga..edo lottery result kosam wait chestunnatlu....baleda..naanne adigadu...paravale....kaani ...pilla vrischikam..pilladu karkatakam....office ninchi rangane...tension ga untundi.....RETREAT....like a defeated sodier...intiki vachhaka....emyndi ..ani amma....inka manhci vi rakunda pothaya ..naanna...
ika labham ledani cheppadu ...I WANT TO SEE THE GIRL DAD...tone konchem penche cheppadu...ala matla datam first time....YOU DECIDE FOR YOURSELF...YOU TAK E RESPONSIBILTY..kopangane ..naanna...abba ..telugu lo matladithe ..naku ardham avuthundi ga..venakala ninchi amma....
Night bus ekkadu malla.....pakka ne oka kurradu...TB pateint laga daggu...eppudu bus ekkina...cigarettlu thage vado...dagge vado ...cinema hall ayithe paan thine vado..mundara kallu pette vado..mana adristam anthe anukunnadu....challati gaali....niddara etlagu pattatle e mdhya...
Next day pelli chupulu.....pilla photo kante bagundi....ekkuva matladakunda kalla tho pariksha ga..confident ga chusindi thana ni....ide last chance annatlu matladadu..thanu...pilla oka chinna smile end lo...edo confirmatory ..asa...pelli chupulu ayyi...varam....naanna ki phone chesadu....pilla vallu ki cheppava naku pilla nachhindi ani......OREY...PILLA VALLU CHEPPALI kADURA...FIRST..PROTOCOL gurthu chesadu naanna......two days back daddy phone....nee kosam ani phone chesara..pilla thandri ki....adigithe 60% nachhavuta ani cheppadu...konchem hurt ga feel avuthu cheppadu....thanu devastated....pelli chupullo kooda maths vastundi ani thanu eppudu anu kola...gone for ever..anukunna....edo manasulo tensin..change ga untundi ani ooty bus ekkadu bangalore ninchi......ayina no compromise....with basic requirement anukunnadu..
Next day office....one more dull day...enti ra..ala depressed ga unnavu freinds adagatam...vekili ga....
.........................................after noon naanna phone............congrats ra.......ani
enti nanna...varey sambandham memo anukuntu...feeble ga annadu thanu... phon elo...
.............orey........04 dec engagement....pilla ki nuvvu nachhavuta..pilla grandfather intervene ayyi...settle chesadu............
WELL REST IS HISTORY....................THEY SAY MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN..........KADAA..............
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