1966 batch of “Boys and
girls” of CET are determined to meet every year. Unlike the Civil branch, the
Mechanical and Electrical branches started it rather late, the first one in
2011, forty five years after graduation!! Now this one is the third reunion!! If
you read my previous blog “Too good days” you would raise your eyebrows and ask
what about the second reunion. My answer is that it certainly happened with the
notable exception of MPC. So ladies (and gentlemen, of course) pardonnez moi
for being silent about it. The third one was organized by our unquestioned
leader Kuruppachan (KNC Kurup for short) and his able team. They chose Varkala
Beach as the venue and 23rd and 24th October as the days of
reunion. We all followed. As commanded by our leader we were at Hindustan
Retreat on the dot, 12.00 Noon on 23rd October.
Notable
absence
On assembling in the
fourth floor dining hall of the Retreat (whatever that means) we exchanged
greetings and noticed the absence of many stalwarts of the earlier event. Although
22 members had registered, two of them namely, Krishna Kumar(Mumbai) and
Krishnan Achari ditched at the last moment, reducing the total participants to
twenty. A disapponting number indeed. Unnikrishna Kartha’s absence reduced the
level of fun and frolic. Four of our Doubting Thomases, Thin Thoma, Thick Thoma,
Tomy(Joseph Thomas) and Pattalam George Thomas probably yielded to their
perennial doubts on the success of the party and decided to stay back. Among
our celebrities Leslie Lowe was missing but Madhavan Nair was expected by
evening. That will be interesting, and we braced ourselves to greet our own
VVIP probably surrounded by Black Cat commandos. However, in place of Leslie,
the Naval forces were adequately represented by Admiral Kuruvilla and his wife
Omana who, in unison made the Long and Short of Indian Navy. Madhusoodanan Nair
(Madhu), with all his experience in flying over North and South poles
represented the Air. Thus we had people from all the four strata. Kuruvila from
water, Madhu from air, Madhavan Nair from Space and the rest of us (lesser
mortals) claiming the land. The only one who had any right to claim the land
was Sundaresan who produces wealth from the soil that we mindlessly squander.
Tragedy
in U Mani’s life
I casually asked U Mony
why he was in a bad mood. He lost his wife a month ago during an eye operation,
a freak accident indeed. We should really appreciate his presence in the
reunion even during his painful depression after this shattering experience of
a life time. It takes time to heal such a wound, if at all. Onlookers can quote
philosophy and lecture about the inevitability of Death to all living beings,
or alternatively that you are neither dead nor born, it is just a change of
physical form in the continuous chain of Karma. As we did not have a formal
meeting we failed to mention the demise of Jacob Koruth. Or, was it mentioned
in the second reunion?
Varkala
Beach
All the rooms we booked
faced the sea, and we had a great siesta viewing the rolling waves of Arabian
Sea. By evening all of us were on the beach. In Varkala most of the sand beach
is eaten away by Tsunami and what remains are a few steep cliffs below which is
a rocky pathway. Scantily dressed white women (and of course men) were lying face
down exposing their hindquarters to the evening sun. People from cold countries
consider sunbathing as a great experience!! Prudence prevented me from trying a
zoom shot. Half a dozen cops were enjoying the scene like hawks, and they wouldn’t like intruders
with cameras!! On the way we encountered our five single men, Kurup,
Sundaresan, Janardanan, Sreedharan and Moni. They tempted my wife Nirmala to
climb up 180 steps to the top of the cliff where the view of the sea was more
exciting. She was ready to climb, but I was not. That was exactly how Adam and
Eve behaved when the Diable tempted them with the fruit. She sang an old Hindi
song, “Kya karoom Ram mujhe buddha mil gaya…buddha mil gaya”. We are all a few
months this or that side of seventy, and I don’t mind being called an “oldy”(buddha
in Hindi). Even after a long wait at the beach the sky and clouds refused to
oblige with a proper sunset and I had to make do with what we had.
Radha Madhavam
When we returned to the
hotel the meager parking lot was full of cop-cars. Thus, at last, Madhavan
Nair, the Celebrity of our proud batch has arrived. He is none other than the
ISRO Chief who launched many satellites to Space and a few to the Moon. The
policemen said he had gone to temple. Most of us waited in the dining hall
leaving just a handful at the entrance to receive him. When he arrived we noted
with pleasure that ladders of power and fame had not robbed him of the old
school charm. He could easily recognize most of us. His wife Radha was equally
affable. Some of us converted the discussion session into a detailed technical
discourse on rocket propulsion and the problems of cryogenic engine. Madhavan
Nair had to remind us that 273 deg below freezing point was the lowest limit of
temperature anywhere when somebody exaggerated the temperature of cryogenic
engines as a thousand degrees below zero!!. Who could ever sleep in Prof. M P
Mathew’s classes when he said the temperature scales of Centigrade and
Fahrenheit were purely arbitrary??
A
Clickbuff’s woes
I made an attempt to
take pictures of all couples. Thankappan Nair and Susheela were most patient in
the effort. They tolerated five clicks before I could get a proper picture. P C
Murukesan was a photographer himself, but I had to use a “gentle persuasion”
(almost at gun point) to his wife to face the camera. Still she did not look at
my lens!!. Murukesh Babu was the one who scouted for the Hindustan Retreat at
varkala. It is a pleasure to photograph Babu and Usha full of youthful energy
and a happy smile. I had always branded D V Ravi as the most handsome in our
batch but was looking a little run down, although he willingly posed with
his wife Girija. Subramania Sarma the tallest among us has a tall and handsome wife
Lalitha, both of them avid eaters of ice cream. I could catch them in the act!!
Another “made for each other” couple was
Rajagopal and Chithra who had no qualms about posing for a picture. Sudha and
Murali Mohanlal were equally cooperative. Ayyappan’s wife was quite nice and friendly, but
he tried to stiffen his muscle. Sivamony asked me a pertinent question: why are you carrying this heavy Nikon while his cute Samsung phone could do the job equally well. I shall think over it later. I posted all photos to Kuruppachan and PC Murukesh
for onward transmission to all.
Jogans’
Entertainment
Jogan Easaw Mathew and
Elizabeth need a special mention as they were the only ones who knew music and
were ever ready to entertain us. Their guitar leaning on to the wall in the dining hall gave us hopes about a musical evening.
Last time they had to take an anticipatory bail from Ayyappan to sing
“Ayyappante amma neyyappam chuttu” a hilarious story song. This time they performed
only two “Numbers”. The first one was the sad story of Kesavan Asan who
unsuccessfully tried to control his naughty disciples. As I was in the same
plight as Kesavan Asan’s my heart throbbed for him and I was almost in tears at
the end of this tragic “Number”. Poovan and Prasanna Kumari, the other teachers among
us were missing this time and MPC had to
swallow Kesavan Asan’s grief all by himself.
The
only daughter who came
Among our sons and
daughters just one person cared to attend. That was Akkamma, daughter of Esther
and Philip. A redeeming feature was that she is a sweet girl unlike her rough
and tough unsmiling mom. Her dad was quite a relaxed person capable of hearty
smiles. I asked her about herself and was taken aback learning that she had a
ten year old son. She is a busy dental surgeon. I don’t think she can hope for
customers among her Mom’s friends as most of us have crossed the age of
toothaches and cured our dental problems once and for all. Some of us were
unable to keep the secret of shaky dentures while talking, laughing or eating.
Second
Day
We slept late hearing
the sweet lullaby of the Arabian sea to wake up in the morning and walk up the hill
to the temple. Folklore has it that Tsunami could not puncture a dent in that
part of the beach due to the presence of God’s abode. The temple is simple in
architecture but ancient and popular.
Madhavan Nair left in
the night itself and Madhu in the early morning on the second day. The representatives of Air and Space left the
group leaving the rest of us to amuse ourselves. We were to go boating in
Anjuthengu lake and spend time in the island there. A stupid fellow had blocked
our way out of the garage and three of us, DV Ravi, Esther and MPC were left
behind. No one had a clue of how to reach our destination. So we resorted to
Mohan Lal’s old method: “Choichu choichu poovam”. Many local people suggested
different routes and directions, but MPC and Esther stuck together as she had a smart driver who took us to the humble hotel where our midday meal was arranged. Finally we all
reached the idyllic place on the banks of Anjuthengu lake.
On
the Island
We sailed to the other
bank where the island was. Admiral Kuruvilla captained the ship on its premier
journey with his incessant talking although the vessel was an old dilapidated
country boat with an outboard motor which hardly needed the skill of an
Admiral. On the island was a temple atop a hillock with cool breeze all the
time. Below the temple, under a tree Ayyappan sat like Lord Ayyappa and gave a
discourse on yoga, meditation and such stuff, eating continuously from the
enormous packets of savouries he carried all the time. The armchair yogi’s disciples
included his sweet and tolerant wife, Sivamony and MPC, a kind of captive audience who needed a
boat to escape from the lecture. We took the last trip of the boat to mainland.
As the Admiral was already back on the mainland lesser mortals like us took
command of the boat and asked the driver to take as big a circle as possible
before homing to our hotel
.
.
Philosophy
and jokes before lunch
The hotel where we
assembled was busy preparing our lunch while we were engaged in idle talk.
Murali Mohanlal told us the story of Nachikethas (from Kathopanishad), who went
to Yama to learn the secret of Death. Yama finally yielded before the
inquisitive boy and told him that no one is born or dead and a person cannot be
killed by destroying the body. What happens in this world is only a transition
in the eternal journey of the Soul. All traditions in the world knew this,
although dogmatism in religions conceals it from the public. Remember the
reference to Elijah being reborn as John the Baptist and Elisha as Jesus
retaining their Karmic relationship of previous incarnations. We didn’t allow
things to get very serious and soon had lighter stuff.
* * *
A joke heard in the hall was on the large numbers of Achayans in Kottayam and adjoining areas. This dates back to the visit of St Thomas. In Kottayam he tried to convert people by talking about the miracles of Jesus, like curing leprosy and waking people from dead. Guys were not impressed. Then he told them how Jesus, by the touch of a hand converted barrels and barrels of water into wine, and most people of Kottayam, Ernakulam and Thrissur districts switched over to Christianity.
A joke heard in the hall was on the large numbers of Achayans in Kottayam and adjoining areas. This dates back to the visit of St Thomas. In Kottayam he tried to convert people by talking about the miracles of Jesus, like curing leprosy and waking people from dead. Guys were not impressed. Then he told them how Jesus, by the touch of a hand converted barrels and barrels of water into wine, and most people of Kottayam, Ernakulam and Thrissur districts switched over to Christianity.
Lunch
and Good Bye
Among the many items
served in the Kerala mid day meal were fried Thilapia and prawns Sambar. We all
ate without complaint. Before dispersing we came to a consensus to have the
next reunion in Kanyakumari, although MPC made a weak attempt to take it to
Vythiri Resorts, Wynad. The proposal was withdrawn because the crowd, mostly
from Trivandrum considered the distant land of Wynad a few light years away.
Before we could assemble the group for a photo a few of them had slipped away.
So, ladies and
gentlemen, au revoir. We meet again in October 2014 at the Southern tip of the
subcontinent.