Monday, November 20, 2006

A parish priest expired

Here I am publishing a story written by my late father Mr. T M Varkey. I found this story from one of his very old diary and the scripts are dated on December 26th of 1986.

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My Beloved Father Mr. T M Varkey

My father was headmaster of St. Catherine’s HSS Payyampally while he retired from the school. The school was St. Catherine’s HS during his retirement, and recently Plus Two also got added to the school and the name changed as St. Catherine’s HSS. I am imagining that he was writing this story during the 10 day’s Christmas holiday which my father use to enjoy a lot in doing interesting activities and spending lot of time with all of us (my brothers and me and my beloved mother).

I am publishing here the scripts as it is (photographed from the diary) and I have appended a rough English translation of the same at the bottom. You can click the pages given below and get the enlarged view to read the Malayalam scripts.

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The English Translation

One parish priest expired. Soul reached in front of almighty God. Waited for Heaven of Hell to be approved by God. Started describing about his life in the earth.

In order to retain Church’s-Catholic church’s monopoly he somehow finished the mass service every Sunday. To retain his position from being spoiled he completed the same during all the days of the week.

He gave ear to some of the parish member’s conspiracy and rumors he barked at the parish members during the next Sunday mass services.

He wasted his as much as possible in drinking and gambling. He made sure that liquor was served non stop while he attended feasts.

In order to rule the parish members by threat, he barked as loudly as possible.

He implicitly advised the parish members that he should be respected.

He classified the people of God on the basis of percentage and grade and churn out the maximum from them.

By constructing the post modern buildings he made the foundation of the monopoly of the church more strengthened.

Spent his most valuable time in gambling, drinking, in lust, spreading rumors, exploiting others and showering his anger on others… A parasite….

When God called him and was trying to complete the final sentence of the verdict, the priest’s shadow became larger and larger and vanished from the heaven.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Sunset or Sunrise?

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I am leaving the question to the readers.
Note: Friends participated in Tagore Hostel Meet at Denkinikotta are not eligible for this competition.

Another Mysore Wayanad Car Ride

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Spotting a wild animal in the Sulthan Bathery – Mysore road is a common thing. The thick jungle in-between Gundalpettu and Sulthan Bathery is the habitat of many wild animals. I have already posted some pictures of wild animals from this place, especially the one picture of a wild bear crossing the road.

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The pictures you are seeing here were taken on 2nd of November 2006 while I was returning from Mysore to Wayanad via Sulthan Bathery along with my mother. Inadequate lighting conditions and vibrations of the car in engine running state made it difficult to take good quality photographs without shakes. It is dangerous to turn of the vehicle and get out of it in the jungle, since a wild elephant or a panther can attack us at any time. Otherwise I should have another guy ready in the driver seat so that I can get out and take photographs.

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Thursday, November 16, 2006


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[The picture was taken on 23rd October 2006 from a temple situated on the hill just near Devagowda Petrol pump (Kittur Rani Chennamma Circle), Banashankari 3rd Stage, Bangalore. It was a holiday for me on behalf of Ramzan and I was waiting there on the top of the hill to take the snap of the first moon after new moon. The sighting of the moon is the end of fasting for Muslims and the starting of Ramzan celebration. But clouds disappointed me and I was not able to see the moon. To my surprise, when the image of the sun was about to touch the distant hill, situated some where near Rajarajeshwari Nagar, the cross on the hill top which you are seeing in the picture above came visible. I used the full zoom of 648mm plus some digital zoom to get this picture. {Thanks to Remya for writing the scripts in Malayalam.}]

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Experience Makes the Man

Are you working sitting in front of a computer with 24 hours internet access, or at least email access? How long have you been doing it? Let me ask you something. How many times have you got the same forwarded email, perhaps a slightly modified one, or how many times have you got the same forwarded sms message from different contacts? I am sure you have got many, in fact countless. If you have been watching how people behave to internet access, you may notice that, when ever a new one gets the net access, he forms a different friends circle which exists only in the web, and the guy will start getting some forwards which he/she will eventually forwards to his/her own friendship circle. The more experienced the guy with the internet, the more possibility of getting the same forwards again.

If you start a discussion with all the new internet joiners about the impact of sending forward mails, you are going to fail. Still you know that it is absolute waste to send forwards. The forum will come up with a hundred different points about the use of forwarded emails and forwarded sms. You may watch later that the same set of people getting retired from these kinds of habits after a year or two, and speaking about the bad effects of the same.

This is not just the case of sending emails forwards or sms. When experienced people say something others always resist to understand those facts even if they know the fact that their personal life proved many thousand times that experience makes a lot of difference. The younger generation believes about the veterans that they are old and thinks in the old fashioned way, but at the same time they are not able to refine what they did and when they grow older they also pursue the same paths followed by their parents and grand parents.

When the young generation use the common insults to the older like “Why can’t you sit and read the Ramayana instead of making nuisance to us?” they never thinks of their older ages yet to come, and they also receive the same insults. Regardless of culture, nationalities and religions, people when they grow old, tend to spend more of their time in religious activities. Most of the younger generation will have a time in their life when they think that what done by old people is utter useless, and they believe that what they do is more refined, abstract and meaningful. Throughout the entire human history humans are never able to change or create a new culture or refine the way of living and thinking. Those who think that they are correct are never able to bring up their next generation better; the same life cycle will be followed by the next generation also.

Here I am not saying that humans have not developed in technology and way of living in the entire history. What I am saying is that regardless of the experience of others, we won’t be ready to accept some facts until unless we go through the same experience that make us think or behave differently. The saying “Experience makes’ the man” is absolutely true in all respects. Here what I write may be written by many others during their life, and this is not a discovery. Out of all these, should I believe that the entire planet or the world is having a cycle which everybody will go through and must go through, which cannot be changed even we know the truth? No, not at all.

Miles to go before I Sleep

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The picture is taken on an evening, while traveling with my mother towards Mysore by car, just before reaching H.D Kotte. This road to Mysore starting from Mananthavady and which touches Kartikulam, Bavali, Antharasante and HD Kotte lengths almost 110 kms, with 25 kilometers of thick forest in-between, where you are sure to spot at least one wild animal. 30 kilometers of distance starting from the Karnataka border towards Mysore is in a pretty bad condition but all the other stretches are extremely good and enjoyable to ride so that you won’t remember the 30 kms bad stretch.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Alumni Inauguration of St. Joseph’s College, Devagiri – Bangalore Chapter

I welcome every one who from St. Joseph’s College, Devagiri to give your valuable comments about the Alumni and request to be a member of the Bangalore Chapter of Devagiri Alumni.

Hearty welcome to all of you to complete this article by sharing your Devagiri stories here in the comments section.

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Waiting eagerly for your Devagiri stories unleashed as comments below.