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During my one year stay in chennai in 1992 - 93 I had occasion to meet some of the vips (mostly foreigners) who had come to visit their relatives in a neighbouring house. They probably were not impressed; all I had were a few trinkets and trunks filled with my papers and clothes.

murinju povumo?

I had no furniture with me then and over and above the black painted army trunks covered with the ordnance blankets that I was using as seats all I had were some cane tables which I offered to some of those people who as a statutory requirement visited my humble abode I was sharing with my soul-friend cum girl-friend, the tamilian ghost. The soliloquy of the hero of the family "murinju povumo?" whether it will crumble under his weight was being repeated by his young admirers. the risk was really there for these were cheap contraptions. But they are made of real cane from the jungles of arunachal and are still with me.

SOLIDARITY

One of those foreigners had brought some trinkets for me as a present; but rather than her handing it over to me in person, it was delivered to me through proper channel - may be as a show of solidarity! (It was sent back through proper channel itself for once the foreigner left I told 'the proper channel" that if they were not taken away I will throw it into the drain outside and luckily she obliged.)

Enikku ellam ariyamallo!

some time then another foreigner had some how or other for once written a letter to me. (This person is quite younger to me. In fact she is the first of the siblings whom I remember as an infant. The day she was brought home from her mothers house it was already dusk - could be it has something to do with the astrological auspicious hour - and the infant was in the typical white cotton clothes that you put on such a baby. I was may be eight years old then.I made a small plaything, a rattle of some sort from products of the coconut tree, with the intentions of amusing the baby. It proved counter productive for the rattle flew off its anchor and hit the baby and it started crying. I was more hurt than the baby probably for I still remember that incident vividly) in my reply i had mentioned that the way she had written my address on the cover (mr. Jyothi) was not right and it ought to be dr. jyothi, as conventionally medical graduates are addressed in this country ( by the way, for your kind information in the united states MD is not a post graduate degree but the basic degree in medicine, like mbbs over here in india)

In reply I got a letter from this foreigner - "enikku ellam ariyamallo - Pareeksha passayathum ellam" meaning she knows everything including the fact that i "passed" the examinations.

I am sure she wont do it on her own but was being dictated to by a typical member of the nouveau riche. I would have very much liked to ask this foreigner in person what are these "ellam" (everything) the great man had taught her that she knows of - other than perhaps what every female mammal, including the most primitive ones to the human female has been doing from time immemorial. And please tell the rich man, if any one thinks he or she knows everything, that person could only be a silly fool.

i am a humble simple human being and and not one of those who introduces himself "my name is doctor ramachandran". in this very web site there are copies of a good number of communications i had made including those in my official capacity while on the faculty of medical college trivandrum. you will not find me writing dr. so and so. i am not that stupid. but the problem is that now a days i perforce have to deal with ettam classum gusthiyum patichu cbi officer ennu swayam vilikkunna policekaran and i have to stoop down to his level and i have to speak the policeman's language language to make him understand things.

GRANDIOSE DELUSIONS

I have not done any thing for these people as I am bound to; except perhaps spoil the career of one of them. It was not intentional. I had "grandiose delusions" even then - girls should be educated and made to stand on their own two legs and their sole aim in life should not be just to get laid and drop babies. In fact I used to hate the young girls being paraded in front of all sorts of jokers. luckily I had to witness only the first few of those parades in case of the eldest of them for very soon I was out and that for good. This girl had coolly landed a seat in the economics group for the pre-degree in the same college as the one I was doing my B.Sc., then. Those days engineering seats were going vacant for there was a dearth of opportunity for engineers then and people were preferring basic science B.Sc., degree to B.E., in engineering. The result was that you just had to get a pass in pre-degree to get admitted to the BE.

At the time of the interview I found that the seats for mathematics group the engineering stream of pre-degree were vacant and decided that she should change over to mathematics. professor Ananthanarayanan, the zoologist who was the principal then ( he used to take classes for us once in a while) told the girl "ettan parayunnathonnum kekkanda; ninakk ishtamanno" meaning don't bother about what your brother says, do you want to change over? that is the difference between a mature human being (a wise man) and me (the viceman ). I still have the picture memory of the beads of sweat on her forehead as she answered yes.

Unfortunately things did not work out as i hoped it would; Out of 80 students in the mathematics group in her batch only less than ten passed; I don't remember the exact number (eight I think). You will find it difficult to believe but this was what was going on in some of the educational institutions where people like me were studying. How can you blame the students! i feel guilty.

LEAVE ME ALONE

I never attended the marriages of any of these people for by that time I was already out. The fact of the matter is that I do not know any thing about any of these characters, I mean their husbands or their families - what type of people they are, what is their back ground like, nothing. And I would not be able to recognize many of them if I meet them in the street. The reverse is also true - what these characters know of me is the data that has been fed by the spies.

The unfortunate thing is that if you behave you are taken for granted and people start taking undue liberties with you. and after putting on with the gimmicks ( squatting on your shoulders and chewing your ears) for quite some time once you get fed up and dump them down people start crying foul.

The fact of the matter is that we operate on altogether different frequencies. on the contrary, these people, i find, are completely at home with the spies and other scum of society. They come on jaunts to trivandrum, rub shoulders with the scum and the scum in turn get an illusion that they can take liberties with me also and the trouble starts.

I don't want to have anything to do with the scum.

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