Remembering the proctologist

There are many ways and situations, when we tend to remember persons or things.

Let me share with u mine.

On the other side of the western ghats, on the door way to Kerala near Coimbatore is  Palghat.

Many remember it for different reasons, some for the sudden change in climate from our warm temperature, the beautiful look and costumes of the land, the tantric helpers of the malampula dam and its gardens, the BPL Nambiars of Chandranagar colony and their factories, and me for a proctologist with a Krishna statue at their hospital complex.

Some one in our family had originally had their bee hind operated there and the tradition has stuck on , if any one has a worry at the end part of the gut, u need to visit palghat.

So there i was taken to see the family surgeon and a day and time was fixed, and operated on.

The nambiar friend could not believe, " but why here ?"   oh  there are no reasons , when things of tradition follow.

So here i am still remembering my proctologist, daily or when i am in a hurry , rushing to the loo, for that loss of a bit of sphincter, he had to take to heal me of my worry then .

Ohhh  if only he had spared that sphincter.

Thou shall not admire

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We have past memories for paying a fine , for being late, or not finishing a record on time,forgetting to pay a bill, or any thing stupid.

Now meaning full things are being fined and one such episode is when a policeman fined a handsome driver for eyeing a beauty on the road.

Good lord a driver who admires a beauty, but who still has not yet done any road in-disciplining activity!

If this is not going to be objected , no women would get noticed, and that would be a shame for all the make up and beautifying acts that they go to large measures to do.

Or may be practise using our abductor eye muscles well, and our 6th cranial nerve into action.

Do u English men have to accept all rules and not retaliate at least for the sake of the women.

May be we can add one more commandment to the ones already present..

Thou shall not admire a women on the roadside while driving.

Choking oneself to live

The dress code was a tie, belt and shoes, it was the way the school days moved in that hill station where the climate was cool ,and the teachers were Anglo Indians,who taught us to look smart, and get to know the ways of the world in studies, games, manners and discipline.

Coming down from the hills to live in this summer heat reaching above 100 f and still getting to be in a tie to maintain that English style was what  i thought was choking one self to live.

That was when i remembered , " when in Rome be a roman," i just added, " and dress like one".

Earlier it was to prevent that chill wind from entering that gap above the shirt button,now things have changed so much that the dress remains, and we get to have that chillness flow in thro' the air conditioners.

Well one gets to change with the rulers, and their left over styles.

Mud pot water is not muddy

I have always wanted to have drinking water stored in a mud pot and relished, the idea never worked out till recently.

There now sits the curvaceous clean mud pot an envy of the refrigerator in this matter.

The benefits are immense, first the container has no chemicals, and the porous material seems to allows aeration and at the same time sending out toxins don't ask me how.

My lady  hates to have hands dipped into water pots ,may be we can get a pot that has a tap fixed to it later, and there is nothing like a glass of cool water on a hot summer day.

Mud games - participants

We all have rememberances of playing in the mud ,building tunnels and mounds and rolling all over.

Those games kept us satisfied to some levels of transformation.

The kids these days have no such facilities as neat roads and mud less  streets exist , laid with cements/tar till the gate.

Jumping tracks to be on time

Who would want to go all around the station , when one can pass thro' the station with ease, and that too to catch that zooming non waiting school bus.

With time being a seconds alert, many a mom hurriedly packs the afternoon lunch into the bag and  feeds the still sleepy child his breakfast, to catch that school van in seconds timing.

she has to make it or else she would have to zoom the child to the school campus , pleading with the husband to be on time in the nasty early morning traffic.

With all this in mind, the short cut thro' the still open pass through station is a walk by.

Getting together to bless at Vellore

It was a school class mates kids wedding arranged at Vellore.

We were all settled into one of the posh hotels of the city, and our school mates arrived from as far away as Hyderabad, Calicut , Chennai, Karur Madurai,Salem, and one from Chandigargh.

Most were already into frendly wild mood, but for those who needed to loosen up their tight life styles , malted drinks flowed, with masalaed snacks.

We cuddled into the wedding reception,  and got to be one among the grand arrangments.

One of the old timer is now a super cop, and his wife was spell bound when he was addressed as "adai", with warmth, she wanted an encore.

It was a small get together of  a sort.

Some memorable moments there in pictures.

Our blessings to the couple and family.