Friday, 30 October 2015

PUBLIC HEALTH AND SANITATION


          The changes in the environment like climatic variations; pollution of air and water; stress and strain of body and mind; other hereditary problems; and modern trends in food habits like eating fast foods are the major reasons that create health problems for the people.

The general health of the people of Kumbalam has improved with literacy. Due to torrential rains and excessive humidity of the atmosphere, May 15th to November 15th is the unhealthiest period for very old people and the young children, who play in the rain. The dampness and chill caused rheumatism, cold, cough, fever, and pneumonia. Diarrhea and dysentery too occur. It is the time for doctors especially the allopathic physicians to make their quick buck. As the exploitation has increased, I have noted people going to the medical shops to buy medicines without any prescription and consume it. The use of medicines especially anti-biotic is very high in our state which has badly affected the immunity and health of our people. However this practice of self-medication is not advisable.

During my childhood days there were some people, both men and women, having heavy legs like an elephant due to a disease called elephantiasis, which was spread by Culex mosquitoes. This was common in the water-logged and swampy areas of the delta region. Now this is under control except very rare specimens. Now “Chicken Gunia” and “Viral fever” are the two grave fevers that affect young and old alike during monsoon days. Children are affected by round worms as well.

Epidemics like cholera are unheard of nowadays. Small-pox too was completely eradicated by vaccination drive by the government.  Chicken-pox makes its presence felt during sweltering summer. There are some epileptic and insane persons in our Islands; they need free medical attention and perennial supply of medicines.

The blind, deaf, crippled, widows and unmarried women in our Islands have started getting pensions and other benefits from the government. They too are entitled for a decent living.

We have an allopathic public health centre at Panangad with few beds and resident doctors. The people at the northern areas of Kumbalam go to public health centre at Nettoor as well. The poor patients cannot afford medicines, the prices are very prohibitive. The government is duty bound to make available adequate medicines free of costs to the poor. An Ayurvedic hospital with a doctor is servicing the people. The Islanders request for a resident Ayurvedic doctor to serve them.

The poor folk in our Islands lack sanitation facilities. They may be given liberal loans to construct toilets, bath rooms and sewage tanks. This will avert pollution of water bodies especially Vembanad Backwaters. Canals shall be constructed on all road sides to drain out dirty water and excess water during monsoon; and keep it clean. The local authorities and the public health department may construct public lavatories and bath rooms and see that it is maintained properly. Make awareness among the Islanders not to litter in public places; and not to throw waste on their neighbour’s property. They should not only keep their premises clean and tidy but also keep the land, air, water and keep the total village clean and this would help in the improvement of Islander’s health.

          I have noticed that pollution of the environment is a serious problem which has to be curtailed at the source itself. All plastic wastes, as far as possible, should be reused or recycled. It is definitely the duty of the administration to find suitable ways to recycle the non-bio-degradable wastes and / or ban such items totally in the larger interest of the state to protect the environment. The government should make proper arrangements for disposal of large quantity of garbage from markets, hotel wastes and rubbish from hospitals. The local authorities are justified in charging reasonable fees and charges from such hotels, restaurants and other business places. Littering in public places should be fined heavily to deter such individuals.


I would like to appreciate the earnest efforts taken by the government to give subsidy through local administration to erect compost pits and bio-gas plants in an effort to reduce pollution is also commendable.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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FR. GEORGE PITTAPPILLY



The Clean City Campaign commenced in 2010 namely “Suchithwabhodhanayajnam (SBY)” undertaken by Fr. George Pittapilly, a CMI friar, Co-coordinator Suchithwabhodhanayajnam, Rajagiri College of Social Sciences at Kalamassery, has created awareness among the public. During 1st to 15th of January 2010 and 2011 he had conducted marches carrying placards on a particular route of Ernakulam district, held a cleaning work and in the evenings he held meetings in various points on his route and addressed the gatherings. The young and old alike participated in his venture and encouraged him. As I understand he wishes to continue the “Clean City Campaign” every year, a crusade for the protection of environment is highly laudable.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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WELFARE OF THE PEOPLE IS SIGNIFICANT


The central and state governments should take particular care in the welfare, well-being and prosperity of their people.  Coupled with the above, the stability and security of the country should be maintained without any compromise.

Every citizen shall be given adequate food and clothes at affordable prices. Shelter is another important item. Based on the principles of equality of opportunity, equitable distribution of wealth, and public responsibility for those unable to avail themselves of the minimal provisions for a good life, shall be given provisions free of costs, since they are primary needs. Ware-houses and distribution system shall be strengthened to make provisions available at all times. The prices of essential commodities shall be kept steady. Education up to plus two level is guaranteed by the constitution of India. Creation of employment to the rural poor is significant. Moreover a welfare state is duty bound to supply a reasonable quantity of potable water, electricity, cooking gas, health care, and sanitation and communication facility free of cost to the common man. On humanitarian grounds, the state is bound to bestow social welfare assistance, protection, and security, and dignity and honour to ill or otherwise disabled and for the widows and unmarried girls. “Every citizen has a right to a decent living.” Is the government justified in charging exorbitant land tax and property tax on buildings with less than 100 Sq. M.? The welfare of the poor citizens and unorganized marginal agriculturists, who are the backbone of the society, is significant.

The poor and the marginal farmers are at a breaking point; they cannot bear the brunt of various levies imposed by the government and the local authorities.

Funds for social welfare shall be raised by progressive tax. Such taxation usually includes a larger income-tax for people with higher incomes. This would reduce the income inequality and reduce the gap between the rich and poor.

 Since I was involved in a lot of social and developmental activities in my village, I had the wonderful opportunity to visit the parliament at New Delhi, secretariat at Thiruvananthapuram, civil station at Ernakulam and Trippunithura, taluk offices at Ernakulam and Kochi, Block office at Vyttila and local village office and panchayath at  Panangad and various departments like electricity, water supply, PWD  (roads and Irrigation and Inland Navigation), railway and their offices situated at varied places like Panangad, Maradu, Vyttila, Mattancherry, Ernakulam, Kakkanad and Thiruvananthapuram. Being a lawyer I had the opportunity to appear before the tribunals like land reforms, labour, sales tax, income-tax, excise and customs, debt recovery tribunal; civil and criminal courts in lower and higher levels at various stations in the state and in the high court of Kerala at Cochin as part of my legal profession. These wonderful experiences from my encounters in these institutions were amazing. That gave me a direct awareness about the problems that a common man confronts vis-à-vis the State. The arrogance of government officers and employees has no limit; they behave as if they are public masters with few exceptions. Behavior of some of them is disgusting. A good number of them are corrupt.

It is pertinent to note that the state is the major litigant in this country. Half the litigation is based on the ground that quasi-judicial authorities are violating the “Principles of Natural Justice.” In English law, natural justice is a technical terminology for the rule against bias, “no person shall be a judge in his own case” (nemo judex in causa sua) and “the right to a fair hearing” (audi alteram partem.) If the concerned officer reads and applies his mind to the relevant provisions of law and the law laid down by the Supreme Court of India or the High Court that squarely apply on that particular point another twenty per cent of the cases can be avoided. I have noted that the government and the concerned authorities fail to implement final judgments / orders passed by the High Court and the Supreme Court of India. Why should the government wait for an order in contempt petition to implement judgment / order that has become final and conclusive? 

I had occasions to come across a lot of below average matriculates occupying clerical to senior gazzetted posts especially in the revenue departments and the civil station at Kakkanad, and the secretariat at Thiruvananthapuram. More than 70% of their seats are vacant but the lights and fans are always on. Their discussions are centered on their promotions, increments and other allowances or some other gossips or dirty politics. Most of these employees are now provided with computers but very few know how to use them effectively. Many of them are incompetent to do their job because they do not have the capacity and caliber to read and/or understand a petition as well as the relevant provisions of law applicable. How can they help or grant relief to common man? The government is giving attractive salary and other allowances to their employees; then why don’t the government appoint post-graduates, professionals like lawyers and engineers to do the quasi-judicial jobs and to serve the common man better.

There shall be a separate and independent authority to evaluate the work of public servants. Those who do not work are not entitled to any salary or allowances; they shall be demoted or dismissed from service. Those who work with devotion and dedication shall be specially rewarded and their services recognized. Merit alone shall be the criterion for promotion to higher levels.

The government employees are a separate class who enjoy sovereign powers and special privileges. They should be impartial, and honest in their Dharma and Karma, (do their duty strictly in accordance with law.) They have to work under governments headed by different political parties with varied manifesto. Their allegiance to political parties and trade union activities is definitely a hindrance to do their job sincerely.  This badly affects their impartiality and development of the state. However it is the duty of the government to look into their grievances and make them contended.

Recently, I went to the Water Authority situated at Eroor to remit my water bill. Though the water authority has made alternate arrangements to pay the bill through their local “Akshaya” agencies and through internet banking; this has not received much publicity through the media. I noted a long queue of people, mostly labourers and employed men. The monthly bills for domestic consumption comes up to just 100 to 200 rupees; but customers had to wait in the queues  for hours; some of them might have even  suffered loss of a day’s salary and / or wages amounting to 500 to 1000 rupees over and above their conveyance expenses. Another problem the consumer encounters is that the availability of water meters. They are of such poor quality and have to be changed quite often, spending not less than 2000 rupees towards cost and charges. I understood from the Asst. Executive Engineer, Eroor Division, that there are almost   36747 domestic water connections and 945 commercial and industrial connections under their Division. Their monthly collection is almost 24 lakhs from the customers. They have about forty-five employees and they defrayed an equal amount towards salary, perquisites and other emoluments. Can’t the government avoid water charges and unnecessary harassment of common man? A few decades back, the government was facing an acute unemployment problem. This may have triggered the creation of new and additional posts and staff to fit into them. At present “the Globalization” has brought in a lot of new opportunities to our people. In this modern age of computers the staff strength has to be reduced to save prohibitive salary and other expenses. After the introduction of computers, staff strength has not been reduced in any of the government departments. The vicissitudes should reflect in thinking process as well. The service of employees in billing and collection of water charges and other surplus staff could be utilized for other useful purposes or be transferred to other departments. This would apply to all other departments. The government should not expect profit from all the projects that they embark on. The government and the local authorities should supply adequate potable water, electricity, cooking gas and sanitation free of cost to the common man and marginal agriculturists. However, it is open to the government to fix higher tariffs for commercial and industrial and other big consumers.

I am immensely happy to learn that the government has hiked the salary of its employees. Now they are contended with their pay packets. The government has increased the salary, perquisites and other benefits of the members of parliament and legislatures. I appreciate the hiking. But I would like to point out that enhancement of salaries to an unreasonable level makes them lethargic, makes them corrupt, and induce them to neglect their duties. Is it fair or proper or justifiable to expend the entire revenue of the state for payment of salary and other emoluments to 2% of the population comprising elected members, government servants, military personnels, teachers and others? Each time when there is a hike in salary it is reflected in the price of essential commodities, vegetables and other goods in the open market. The chasing power enhances the price of goods. The labourers and the organized sector could clamour for higher wages. But, where do the common man, the unorganized agriculturists and other suffering classes go for the extra money required. Enhancement of salary is not a solution in itself. The government shall make earnest efforts to keep and maintain the demand, supply and price steady. Don’t we need funds for infrastructure development?


The governments are created to protect the natural rights of life, liberty and property of its subjects. The governments shall not neglect the welfare of the people. In the event of a government do not come up to the expectation of the people; the people, have a vested right to protest against it. Their anger and resentment might build up into a full scale revolution. If necessary, the people are naturally and rationally justified in overthrowing a government in power in a peaceful way. 

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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Friday, 23 October 2015









“KADAR” WOMEN


We were fortunate to spot some of the women belonging to the scheduled tribes namely, ‘Kadar’ and ‘Nayadikal’. They were a section of the tribewomen in Malappuram District. They were engaged in our estate to cut down the wild shrub trees beneath the rubber plantation. Though they were darkskinned they looked gorgeous; the red and black stone jewelery they wore covered their whole neck and nape and part of the chest but failed to envelop the contours of their body. Their loins were clad in a short dhoti, the common working attire. They were armed with a ‘Koduval’, a large sickle, and a long stick, which helped them penetrate and cut the thorny bushes. They were illiterate; socially, culturally and economically backward. I listened to their conversation. ‘Ammachi’ told me that their dialect had more affinity to Tamil than Malayalam language. They were very attached to our ‘Valliammachi’, grandmother, who used to help them in their financial difficulties. They gladly took the tapioca, plantains, clothing and the money she gave them.

‘Valliammachi’ told us that in return they help her in cultivating paddy. I have also seen these tribewomen gathering firewood, bundling and carrying a heavy load on their heads to the market at Manjeri. There they sell it and buy their provisions. This was during a time when gas stoves and electric stoves were not at all a common gadget in every household. The tribemen normally go to the woods, collect certain roots, underground-stems, leaves, fruits and nuts for food. They have a vast knowledge about herbal medicines too. They love hunting. Their main targets were rats, rabbits, birds and other small animals. In the evenings they would feast on their game to the accompaniment of music, dance and country liquor, an inevitable adjunct. The tribeswomen used to supply us with virgin honey, which their tribesmen collected from the forest. ‘Valliammachi’ really appreciated this token of gratitude from them. They loved to hear the radio emitting sweet music. Squinting from behind the golden-rimmed eyeglasses, ‘Valliammachi’ would direct Kunjamma occasionally, to entertain them by operating the record player which emanated music. They were fascinated by this new electronic device which played all their favourite songs. I observed their hands and legs moved according to the tune and rhythm as they blissfully enjoyed the music.


I reliably learned that these tribal groups were one of the original populations, who occupied the Malabar Coast. There were a few other similar original Dravidian populations like  the  ‘Malayars’, ‘Kurumbars’, and ‘Kurichiyars’ whose settlements are located in various pockets of the Sahyadri Mountains and hills in the states of Kerala, Tamilnadu, Karnataka and Goa. Some of these tribal groups regularly participate in the “Bharani” festival conducted in the Bhagavathy Temple at Kodungallur (Muzuris), which was their family deity. They lost their wars with the later invaders like the ‘Nambuthiris’ and ‘Nairs’, who came to Kerala in the beginning of A.D. and these unorganized Dravidas found their abode deep inside the forest. They lost their culture and civilization in due course of time. The central and the state governments are duty bound to provide food, clothing, shelter, compulsory education for their young ones, medical help and adequate protection to their life, honour and property in order to bring them back to the main stream to share the wealth and glory of this great country. 

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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GOATS OF ‘VALLIACHACHAN’


‘Valliachachan’ was very interested in rearing goats. It was amazing to gaze at them climbing the rocks. They could run really fast on the rocky hills. They bleated through their gaping mouth. Their shed smelt pungently of urine. I was fond of goats although they have an unpleasant odour.  Valliachachan told me, “It is the secretion from the glands below its eyes and other parts which made the goats have that distinct odour.” It is this odour that makes the goats flock together. Some people use goat milk to make tea but not all people relish it. It was interesting to watch them fight with each other with their horns to gain supremacy. ‘Valliachachan’ warned us that the bull goats with horns and a beard could gore me in the chest if I went too close to it. Jacob and I used to run around and play with the little goats; they too were very fast for us. Be it on the hilly terrain or on the rocks it was difficult to keep pace with them or even catch them.


The mutton for a biriyani made by our cooks Kochanna and helper Mary was obtained from a three year old male goat which was killed for this purpose.

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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josephjthayamkeril@gmail.com





A TRAVELOGUE

OUR MAIDEN JOURNEY ON TRAIN

My maiden journey by train to our ‘Valliachachan’s (my maternal grandfather’s) Nanducanny Rubber Estate at Payyanad, Malappuram District, is worth mentioning. We were taken by ‘Valliachachan,’ maternal grandfather, in company with ‘Valliammachi,’ grandmother, ‘Ammachi,’ Mom and ‘Kunjamma,’ mom’s younger sister.  ‘Valliachachan’ was a well built and handsome; and had a large forehead. His arms were firm, his chest as hairy as a ram’s and as always maintained a rich grizzled and brushed mustache. He was always clad in an impeccable white dhoti and had a small paunch which perfectly fitted into his slack shirt. A fancy shawl was loosely thrown over his shoulder. Though he had a good health and physique he carried a walking stick, a prop in need. ‘Valliammachi’ was a fair and attractive lady, who adorned golden-rimmed eyeglasses. I noted a few streaks of cinder gray manes she combed into her black hair; and her hair was twisted into a bun behind her head. She was very efficient but docile. Kunjamma, their younger daughter was wearing a sari and blouse with short sleeves, and her flowing long hair spilling over her shoulder, a modern and attractive young lady then studying in St. Teresa’s College at Ernakulam. Apart from them, ‘Ammachi’,Pengal’ (my elder sister), Jacob, Aleyamma, a toddler, and I were also in the group headed by my ‘Valliachachan, maternal grandfather. I remember the station bell clanged and the passengers who had been sitting on benches or squatting on the platform began bustling about. I heard the demented shrieking of whistle before the train arrived slowly into the station. The engine was hissing and it sent out clouds of steam. We boarded the train and made ourselves comfortable. It must have been very hard for the steam engine to gain momentum as coal had to be put into the burning fire with a huge shovel. I watched the process in the passing trains whenever we halted at the stations.

With a whistle, the train started to move. I heard the “clickety-clack” mourns of the train's wheels passing over the joints in the track. Whenever the train passed a bridge over a river or a canal or even a road under bridge, it made a high pitched thumping and shrieking, which slowly faded away. Once or twice the train passed through deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts... fading when it moved out with the regular “clickety-clack” again..... We passed a few busy marshalling yards full of freight cars or rolling over a myriad of crossovers and switches.

When the train slowed down at manned level crossings on the semi-urban regions, I saw bullock-carts queued up to cross the track. In the urban areas the roads were cluttered with loaded trucks which were idling and honking as if to mock at us, waiting for the signals to change; the expression on the faces of people waiting for the arrival of the train was one of impatience and disgust. To a certain extent they were justified as most of those trains were never punctual.

Hawkers were doing brisk business both on the platform and inside the bogies of our train. These are common sights on a platform in the railway station. The shouts of “Chaya…, Chaya…and Cappi…, Cappi….” reverberated in the platform. Most of the vendors who entered the train had baskets loaded with   oranges, tender Palmyra palm-nuts, fried groundnuts, chikkies, or groundnut toffee made locally using jaggery, lemon juice and even ginger chocolates. The newspaper boy too came with breaking news of a chain snatcher in a running train that was caught by the police and made a quick buck.

While the train moved fast tearing the countryside, we saw picturesque sights of labourers working in the fields; bullock carts trudging through the muddy tracks, ladies carrying pots of water on their hip and hand, typical village scenario. A few areas I saw small towns where chimneys were belching out thick black clouds of smoke into the air and the streets were lined with miserable cottages, I started feeling uncomfortable and dirty with specks of coal on my clothes. So I fell into a muddled sleep through out the remainder of the journey.

I awoke suddenly, presumably due to the demented shrieking of nearby sirens. The train was idling, as it had often done at other times. I gazed ‘Valliachachan’ keeping an eye on the luggage containing, loose cash, ornaments, valuable documents and other things. I was drowsy so I quickly dropped off to sleep again.

When we reached Kuttippuram I was awakened by a bustling flurry of excitement. The women especially, hastily freshened up, smartened themselves, and combed their hair while some others started to gather their things together. The men buttoned up their clothes. I was delighted to know that we were approaching our station. We had to get off at Tirur. When the train reached, ‘Valliachachan’ sought the help of the railway porters to unload the baggage. People were swarming out from the train. Outside, the sun was blazing in full brilliance.

THE TEDIOUS TRIP TO OUR ESTATE

A jeep picked us up at the station. The jeep clattered noisily when the driver revved its engine taking us up and down the hilly tracts through certain deserted bumpy roads; he snaked the jeep through the curves and the hair-pin bends blowing its horn. When we were passing Kottakkal, the former fort-city, Kunjamma saw the board of Kottakkal Arya Vaidyasala. ‘Valliachachan’ used to go there for his annual massage during the monsoons. He told us, “They are world famous for their Ayurvedic medicines and their treatment and massage in their hospital at Kottakkal now in Malappuram District.” Vaidyaratnam Dr. P.S. Warrier was the founder of the Hospital. Padmashri Dr. P.K. Warrier is the present managing director and senior physician of the Kottakkal Arya Vaidyasala. I recalled that we used to buy Ayurvedic medicines from Kottakkal Arya Vaidyasala at Ernakulam.

As we approached Malappuram the jeep was rumbling over the granite boulders, and in and out of potholes. We gazed another jeep, the front portion of which was crumpled. The driver of our jeep told us, “The steering column pierced that driver’s chest, his head smashed against the windshield, and its driver died on the spot.” It was really shocking. The buses that came from the opposite direction were so rash and negligent on such roads tearing down the countryside as if to wreck us. ‘Valliammachi, my grandmother, burst into prayer every time the jeep jerked violently while driving down the crated road that winds from the hills of Malappuram. We passed through Manjeri, a small town, almost all the shops were thatched with hay or other long grass, and very few had tiled roofs. The jeep took us to the nearest commutable point at Malamkulam near Manjeri town. After everybody alighted, ‘Valliammachi’ was tugged out of the jeep. The local population who had gathered at the tea shop for their tea break swarmed around the jeep. They were talking to ‘Valliachachan’. They informed him, “Chenkallu-kettiya lorry kuthi, maram vazhikku kuruke veenu, thottathilekku pokan thatassam undu, pattulla.” It literally meant a truck loaded with laterite stones “gored” (they used the word gored instead of the word “hit”, a strange usage in their dialect) a huge tree and that fell across the muddy road blocking our way to the estate. They jovially asked me in their dialect, a little different from ours, “Ejj Engatta Ponu?” -Where are you going? I smiled at them and said, “To ‘Valliachachan’s Estate”. They were content. Kunju Mathai and Ayyappan were there to lug our baggage.  They moved very fast and were far ahead of us. They climbed the hill like wild animals that trod while crossing a tough and rough terrain. Kunjamma gathered her hair into a coil and tied it up elegantly in a bun and then she carried me on her hips.

As we started climbing up the hill, our eyes leaped from rock to rock, hill to hill and we had a brilliant view of some hills, dipped in light, were gleaming. We could gaze at a huge hill, at a distance, partly covered with rain clouds like a breast-cloth. It was really exciting to watch the rain clouds penetrating through the woods like an army column advancing to occupy the enemy territory.  

The breath had caught on ‘Valliammachi’s throat; she was gasping. When we reached a vantage point we observed a spectacular valley view. The ripe paddy fields swaying in the breeze and a few muddy houses thatched with cadjan leaves were spotted.  ‘Valliachachan’ told us that they were about hundred and fifty feet away by cross-country; but through beaten tracks the distance would be two kilometers. The picturesque view of the tiny streams and the meadows with grazing cattles were overwhelming.

 From Malamkulam we had to walk about two kilometers to reach the estate. Some area was part of a private forested area with lot of ‘Nelli’, Gooseberry, trees; its branches overlapped and looked like a canopy fighting the scorching sun. The branches of such trees swayed back and forth in the afternoon breeze. We gazed at a troop of monkeys (Rheas monkeys) whose fur was orange-red in colour. Some of them had fur completely black and a few of them had an orange-red body with black coloured head. They were jumping back and forth on the Gooseberry trees. It was good fun watching them and laughing at their various gimmicks. I slid down from Kunjamma’s arms and ran after them, and pelted stones at them. Jacob too joined me. When he tripped on a small rock, and began to fall forward, Pengal, my elder sister, rushed on time to hold him up. We watched the monkeys staring and making loud noises to scare the trespassers away. ‘Ammachi’ told me that they had already had their fill of gooseberries and some of them were stacked in their pouches for nibbling at a later stage in a more leisurely manner. The young ones cling to their mother’s fur when they are carried by them. It was a very amazing sight to behold! We too ate a few gooseberries. Drinking water after that makes the water taste sweet. The wind was at our back, pushing us forword as if the wind had had hands. Clouds came on our way, Jacob and I tried to catch bits of these wandering rain clouds that came our way. The tedious journey made us all tired and thoroughly exhausted. It took us a long time to reach our rubber plantation and the estate bungalow.

Night was falling, In the sky the first stars, the biggest were kindling. I went in. The moon must have appeared in the sky, for the small window of the sanctury became softly, sweetly, lit. A big, black bee had entered from the open window of the sanctuary and buzzed around the flame of the table lamp. After a bath I retired early to bed, legs buried under the blanket.

OUR EXPERIENCE WITH RUBBER PLANTATION

The hours passed, the stars dimmed, the daybreak came high above the clouds. The cocks too announced the day break. The first rays were filtering through the big trees and the estate was illuminated. The big hilly terrain with rubber plantations was a new experience for me. In the morning, we went to the plantation accompanied by Ayyappan, the trusted aide of ‘Valliachachan’. We enjoyed watching the rubber tappers tapping and then collecting the rubber milk from the trees; this was then mixed with acetic acid and water and put into aluminum dishes. By the time they finished that work, the sun was pouring vertically down upon  the hills. The shadows were gathered fearfully at the foot of the trees. The birds, crouching voiceless in their nests waited for the scorching sun to to slip down.

In the afternoon, when the rubber milk thickened, we engraved our finger prints - small childhood pleasures - on the raw rubber sheets before processing them into sheets in the iron roller. The processed sheets were then dried in the sun, smoked and sold in the market. As the price of rubber was very low the profit from this did not break even.

I told ‘Valliachachan’, that I am aware that balloon, rubber-band and ball and the eraser my Pengal used to rub are made of rubber. What are the other uses of this large quantity of rubber?” He told me, “Rubber sheets are in great demand for manufacturing tyres and tubes for varied vehicles. It is used for making slippers, foam beds, cushions, and pillows. Rubber milk is used to make rubberized roads. It is mixed with coir to manufacture beds and carpets. It is also used to produce gloves for agriculturists and sophisticated surgical gloves.” His grand children, Johns A. Neerackan, Jose A. Neerackan and Merly Jain children of Alex uncle have started the popular “Neerakkan Gloves Pvt Ltd at Marangattupally in Palai and Koothattukulam” and they are exporting surgical gloves to a lot of countries abroad. Since it is in great demand, they have commenced a manufacturing unit, Hi Care Thai Gloves Company Ltd, at Bangkok as well. The rubber trees are used in the paper industry. The veneer of this tree trunk has great demand in the plywood industry. The wood, after an oil treatment, is used for making attractive furniture.

It is significant to note that the third and fourth generation of such planters is now enjoying the fruits of their ancestor’s hard labour.

A SUMMER RAIN

The sky was overcast the next day afternoon. The sky ripped open by the thunder and lightning that followed. The sky was piled up with more clouds. A cool east wind was blowing and that became wilder, a few rain drops fell on my hands, face and on the parched earth, thirsty earth rejoiced. The smell of the earth entered my nostrils; and I enjoyed it. The rain started pouring down. The huge trees swayed back and forth; and the rustling of leaves and branches turned into an ominous moan. It was my maiden experience to watch the torrent pouring down the hill. Some more heavy flashes of lightning and thunder crackled. ‘Valliachachan’ said that a lightning-bolt had struck somewhere closeby. He said, “The highest peaks are struck by lightning.” I gazed at the drops of water dripping from the leaves and the rivulets streaming through the trunk of huge trees, and trickles of water ran down, gathered and cascased among the slopy sides of the granite wall on the side of the estate bunglow. In a few moments, a number of small streams with red-hued loamy water slided hurriedly with a low gurgling down the hill and flooded the canal at the foot of the hill. This water bickered down babbling with the pebbles and flowed further down the valley chattering with rocky sides, and whispering with the rocks jutting out into the canal, and murmerring with thickets of bushes on the sides of canals to join the brimming River Chaliyar.

In the morning, when I opened my eyes the freshly washed mountain was smiling at the first rays of the sun. I gazed the raindrops that are still clinging to the leaves. The dry grasses of the mountain was refreshed and balmy, The terrain became slushy. However, it cooled the atmosphere and was a welcome relief in the sweltering summer.

“KADAR” WOMEN

We were fortunate to spot some of the women belonging to the scheduled tribes namely, ‘Kadar’ and ‘Nayadikal’. They were a section of the tribewomen in Malappuram District. They were engaged in our estate to cut down the wild shrub trees beneath the rubber plantation. Though they were darkskinned they looked gorgeous; the red and black stone jewelery they wore covered their whole neck and nape and part of the chest but failed to envelop the contours of their body. Their loins were clad in a short dhoti, the common working attire. They were armed with a ‘Koduval’, a large sickle, and a long stick, which helped them penetrate and cut the thorny bushes. They were illiterate; socially, culturally and economically backward. I listened to their conversation. ‘Ammachi’ told me that their dialect had more affinity to Tamil than Malayalam language. They were very attached to our ‘Valliammachi’, grandmother, who used to help them in their financial difficulties. They gladly took the tapioca, plantains, clothing and the money she gave them.

‘Valliammachi’ told us that in return they help her in cultivating paddy. I have also seen these tribewomen gathering firewood, bundling and carrying a heavy load on their heads to the market at Manjeri. There they sell it and buy their provisions. This was during a time when gas stoves and electric stoves were not at all a common gadget in every household. The tribemen normally go to the woods, collect certain roots, underground-stems, leaves, fruits and nuts for food. They have a vast knowledge about herbal medicines too. They love hunting. Their main targets were rats, rabbits, birds and other small animals. In the evenings they would feast on their game to the accompaniment of music, dance and country liquor, an inevitable adjunct. The tribeswomen used to supply us with virgin honey, which their tribesmen collected from the forest. ‘Valliammachi’ really appreciated this token of gratitude from them. They loved to hear the radio emitting sweet music. Squinting from behind the golden-rimmed eyeglasses, ‘Valliammachi’ would direct Kunjamma occasionally, to entertain them by operating the record player which emanated music. They were fascinated by this new electronic device which played all their favourite songs. I observed their hands and legs moved according to the tune and rhythm as they blissfully enjoyed the music.

I reliably learned that these tribal groups were one of the original populations, who occupied the Malabar Coast. There were a few other similar original Dravidian populations like  the  ‘Malayars’, ‘Kurumbars’, and ‘Kurichiyars’ whose settlements are located in various pockets of the Sahyadri Mountains and hills in the states of Kerala, Tamilnadu, Karnataka and Goa. Some of these tribal groups regularly participate in the “Bharani” festival conducted in the Bhagavathy Temple at Kodungallur (Muzuris), which was their family deity. They lost their wars with the later invaders like the ‘Nambuthiris’ and ‘Nairs’, who came to Kerala in the beginning of A.D. and these unorganized Dravidas found their abode deep inside the forest. They lost their culture and civilization in due course of time. The central and the state governments are duty bound to provide food, clothing, shelter, compulsory education for their young ones, medical help and adequate protection to their life, honour and property in order to bring them back to the main stream to share the wealth and glory of this great country.

GOATS OF ‘VALLIACHACHAN

‘Valliachachan’ was very interested in rearing goats. It was amazing to gaze at them climbing the rocks. They could run really fast on the rocky hills. They bleated through their gaping mouth. Their shed smelt pungently of urine and goat droppings. I was fond of goats although they have an unpleasant odour.  Valliachachan told me, “It is the secretion from the glands below its eyes and other parts which made the goats have that distinct odour.” It is this odour that makes the goats flock together. Some people use goat milk to make tea but not all people relish it. It was interesting to watch them fight with each other with their horns to gain supremacy. ‘Valliachachan’ warned us that the bull goats with horns and a beard could gore me in the chest if I went too close to it. Jacob and I used to run around and play with the little goats; they too were very fast for us. Be it on the hilly terrain or on the rocks it was difficult to keep pace with them or even catch them.

Suddenly a white ram with black patches and twisted horns was pursuing a black eve, trying to mount her, and she to escape. He seized her again with his front paws and fell forward on to her with a feeble moan, as though beseeching her…Exhausted, as though she too could no longer master her desire, the eve suddenly stopped still and yielded.

The mutton for a biriyani made by our cooks Kochanna and helper Mary was obtained from a three year old male goat which was killed for this purpose.

TREES THAT GROW ON ROCKS

I observed a lot of trees that grow in the rocky hill near our place. ‘Valliachachan’ showed us Sandal-wood trees and Gooseberry trees among them. I was amazed to note that seeds of particular trees, shrubs and herbs sprout in the cracks of rocks. Such trees send their penetrating roots through the tiny crevices in the rock by which they get water and minerals for their sustenance. As the plants get bigger its root force open the cracks until the rock splits and breaks. He pointed out that the upper layer of the rock wears out and breaks due to the constant battering of the water, wind and weather.

A COBRA

Aboobaker, the tapper, while cleaning the lean-to where the roller machine was kept. When he tried to move the plaited cadjan leaves to one side, a six feet long black snake slid out; lifted its hooded head and neck and stood erect. I rubbed my eyes and looked at it. The snake, too, looked at us with its tiny, cunning eyes and hissed. We kept quiet. After a few minutes it burrowed his body into the crevices of a rock little away. Aboobaker told us that it is Cobra, a venomous snake.

A VISIT TO ‘INAM’ FOREST

One evening, when the wild animals were active after their afternoon siesta, ‘Valliachachan’ took us to ‘Inam Kadu’, a small forested area, near to our plantation, granted by the government to one of his neighbours as a gift for the service rendered by him, This area had a lot of monkeys, wild boars and other animals. We were very happy to gaze them at such close proximity.

Sunlight was filtering through the branches and leaves of huge trees. We could gaze at troops of monkeys jumping from one side to the other, and some of them were engrossed in eating leaves, shoots and fruits of peculiar trees and orchards. They love cashew apples and mangoes. I noted a few monkeys and their young ones picking lice and grooming their furs. The branches of the huge trees swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. The leaves rustled in soft whispers. As usual I slipped down from Kunjamma’s arms. Jacob also joined. Kunjamma gave us an encouraging wink as she knew we were up to some mischief. We pelted stones at them, and they made loud noises to scare us away. ‘Valliachachan’ asked us to be very quiet as when disturbed they would disappear into the forest. We marveled a few wild squirrels that were hurriedly moving from branch to branch collecting nuts from the tall trees around. These squirrels and the monkeys stack their pouches with nuts and fruits in their pouch for a relaxed feast. ‘Valliachachan’ was not willing to take us inside the forest as there were a lot of snakes in there. We were lucky to gaze at a herd of wild boars. There were a few big ones and a lot of young ones moving fast into the ‘Inam’ forest.  ‘Valliachachan’ told us, “They have tusks on either side, which are actually an extension of their teeth which they use to dig burrows in the ground. This is where they keep their young ones to hide them from predators and poachers. They even attack the hunters by passing in between their legs. This quick and unexpected movement would cause a severe injury to the inner side of thigh region of the hunter.” They eat anything from grass, leaves, fruits, nuts and tube-roots like tapioca and yam. ‘Valliachachan’ said, “It destroys seedlings of rubber and therefore it is a perennial menace to the farmers.” He further told us, “There is a similar animal, which has quills on his body, if attacked he jerks his body and the quills would sting the predator.” Ammachi guessed right as it was a Porcupine that he was talking about. We were looking forward to the wild-boar meat curry that we were to have that night for dinner. On our way back we spotted a wild rooster crossing our pathway. It flew a short distance and took cover under the bush. We also noted a pair of tiny spotted doves.

‘Valliachachan’ took us to a slushy red earth spot where he showed us varied foot prints of countless animals. I pointed out cloven-hoof prints of oxen which Jacob and I was familiar with. He told us that the local villagers allowed their cattle to freely roam and cross the forest area.”

We noticed the sun was slipping down to the horizon. The shadows fell over the hill. On our way back, we noticed a very sturdy muddy hill, too, which was about four meters high; we were curious to know more about it; ‘Valliachachan’ told us that it was a termite’s hill; we went near it and looked inside through a broken portion of it. It was multistoried with separate compartments. We observed the termites busy carrying wood particles inside. We were surprised to discern that these tiny termites are also social beings that have their dreams. They also know to build multistoried apartments with store houses in which they stock up food for a rainy day.

‘Ammachi’ told us, “The termites practice division of labour like the honey bee.” They have a queen, who is the leader and it lays numerous eggs to maintain their force. There are a lot of bread winners and a set of guards to protect them. It is a wonderful social set up.

I had noticed the marriage ceremony of these termites during the monsoon season. The wings that are developed during the monsoon enable them to fly at a height of eight meters. After a while they all fall scattered and become prey of the predators like birds, frogs and other insects. A few survivors join together with a queen to form new colonies.

The ants that laid up stores; the bees too filled honey in the comb placed in the crevices of rocks or beneath the branches of tall ‘Ilavum’, Silk Cotton trees, for a rainy day. Did the tiny creatures like the ants and bees taught men to stock grains in granaries and food in warehouses? These tiny animals have contributed a lot to the development of human civilization. May be these creatures also taught man the art of war and the theory that “attack is the best form of defense?”

A natural stream near the forest made us all jump into it and take a bath which refreshed us. I noted the high pitched humming of crickets, the chirping of nesting birds, the shadows changing and the rapid approach of night.

‘Ammachi’ who had finished her night prayers was getting dinner ready for us. ‘Valliammachi’ served ‘Kappapuzhukku’, pieces of steamed tapioca, and pork fry. As expected the meat was so delicious. We were so tired after our hectic day out that we went off to sleep. Just as we were falling asleep I heard a loud and long howl, which stirred and shook me. The howling was persistent and the fowls too started to cluck. I had never heard this kind of howls before so I woke up a little curious to know what it was. ‘Valliammachi’ too heard it. She told me they were a pack of famished jackals. The howl of a jackal inducing another to do the same, and then all of them in the pack started howling as if they caught the contagion. I had never seen this animal. I made sure the doors were locked and then tiptoeing I approached the window and gazed out. It was pitching dark. I could see nothing. But I could hear the rustling of dry leaves while they strode out through the rubber plantation, the floor of which was covered with fallen leaves. ‘Valliammachi’ asked me to light the torch and flash it in all directions outside the bungalow. I could gaze at the shining eyes that were moving. The beams from the torch scared away the pack of jackals and they left the area immediately. The howl of the jackals rang out again, far off, in the night. This was a wonderful experience. With the ear cocked towards the open window, I listened to the voices of the night; owls were moaning, the mice were scampering over the roof-beams with sharp squeaks.


Although it was a short visit which lasted only a week we enjoyed the hilly terrain and some of its fauna and flora. It was a wonderful experience. I thanked God for giving me this short vacation on my grandfather’s estate. I remembered ‘Ammachi’ telling us, “Travel adds to one’s knowledge.” 


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
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Saturday, 17 October 2015

PALMISTRY


The Palmists knew the art of fortune telling through palm reading known as palmistry or chiromancy. It is believed that palmistry originated in India with its roots in Vedic Astrology, which is known in Sanskrit as Jyotish, fortune-tellers. Several thousand years ago, the Hindu sage Valmiki is thought to have written a book comprising 567 stanzas, the title of which translates in English as "The Teachings of Valmiki Maharshi on Male Palmistry.” From India, the art of palmistry spread to ancient populace like the Tibetans, Sumerians, Hebrews, Babylonians, and Persians and they were greatly interested in the study and practice of palmistry. It reached countries in the Far East, China and some countries in Europe and Greece. Alexander the great, made use of Chiromancy to choose his men for the key posts in his administration.

Chiromancy consists of the practice of evaluating a person's character or future life by reading the various lines on the palm like - heart line, head line, life line, fate line and   sun lines.   Girdle of Venus, Mercury line, travel line and other markings like - stars, crosses, triangles, squares, tridents and rings under each of the fingers; Mounts like - Lunar, Venus, Mars formed by its negative and positive poles, Jupiter, Saturn, Sun, Mercury, Rahu and Ketu are all clear indications to the astrologer. Some palm-readers also examine characteristics of the fingers, fingernails, fingerprints and skin texture and color, shape of the palm and flexibility of the hand.


Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
josephjthayamkeril.blogspot.com
josephjthayamkeril@google.com
josephjthayamkeril@gmail.com

‘NADI’, THE THUMB IMPRESSION, ASTROLOGY

  
Nadi Jyotisha,’ Thumb Impression Astrology is another method of finding the destiny of a person. In Tamil language Nadi means in search of, to be in search of the past; the reason of existence; to search the roots and essence of the past. In Sanskrit language and jargon in Yoga and Ayurveda, ‘Nadis’ are the subtle channels that give message to the different parts of the human body plus the Ida, Pingala and Sushmma Nadi, the spinal cord. ‘Grantha’ is a great book of knowledge. ‘Nadi Grantha’ or the great books of subtle knowledge are recordings of the ‘Sapta Rishi’ means seven sages. ‘Brahma’ conceived the seven great sages out of his mind to help in his creation of the world. They were Bhriga, Angira, Atri, Vishwamitra, Kashyapa, Vashishta and Agastya. They knew the key to creation and the destiny of each and every individual born and yet to be born. These ‘Granthas’ were not written as predictions but as records of life and information on secret knowledge. This knowledge was not restricted to astrology alone but to other subjects including science, Ayurveda, Yoga, Spirituality, Alchemy, Occult and Jyotish. Their thoughts and knowledge were passed down orally from one generation to another and then finally written down on Palmyra leaves. They were originally in Sanskrit but they also got translated into Tamil, Telugu, Malayalam and other regional languages. A collection of the engravings on the Palmyra leaves has become one chapter within a ‘Grantha.’  So a complete ‘Grantha’ could be the inscriptions of many thousands of palm leaves.

The ‘Nadis’ are equivalent to books today. The only difference is that ‘Nadis’ are only filled with professional knowledge and the keys to existence on all levels – practical, spiritual and subtle. The knowledge within these ‘Nadis’ is pure and profound. The mind of the interpreter may not be able to grasp the great information that the Sages are trying to impart and therefore bring the reading down to a more material level. Each ‘Rishis’ has a ‘Grantha’ from which his knowledge is dispersed. These ‘Granthas’ include Agastya Nadi, Bhriga Nadi, Brahma Nadi, Shiva Nadi and Kaushika Nadi (Viswamitra.) The Nadi reader traditionally follows the writings on just one of the great ‘Rishis. The records were kept in many libraries in ancient India. For centuries few realized the importance of these records and the ‘Nadi’ manuscripts were left to rot. Under the patronage of Chola dynasty that ruled South India from 10th to 13th century A.D., the leaves were classified and kept in the library of Tanjavur in the state of Tamilnadu. Other kings around India also helped in the preservation of these ‘Nadi Granthas. Many of these leaves were destroyed by the invading armies of the Mughals and the British. While the Mughals asked them to be burnt, the British took numerous ‘Nadi’ to Britain but they sold most connected to Astrology. Each ‘Nadi’ in Tamilnadu is written in ‘Vatta-Ezhuthu’ on palmyra leaves. It is a Tamil script, engraved with a sharp instrument called Ezhuthani.  Rubbing peacock oil on auspicious occasions preserve the Palmyra leaves. Peacock is also the vehicle of Lord Muruga (Mars). So the adage is that Lord Murugan helps in preserving and protecting this ancient knowledge. There are so many ‘Nadi’ readers outside one of Mars’s main places of power in Vaitheswaram-koil, Nager-koil and Thanjavur. There are other centers of ‘Nadis’ at Hoshiarpur in Punjab, a family of Bhriga ‘Nadi’ readers is found. 

There are many texts of ‘Nadi Jyotisha.’ Some give obscure and often secret techniques of Vedic Astrology. They give the key to precise interpretation. The ‘Nadi’ readers are not astrologers but decoders of ancient scriptures. All they are doing is deciphering the data. Their skills are limited to reading what is written. If the ‘Nadi’ leaves are incomplete or he has not found the right ‘Nadi’ or the time is not correct for you, then this information may not be right. In fact the time has to be right for the individual to get the right ‘Nadi.’ ‘Nadi’ reader tries to find the right ‘Nadi’ by taking the thumb impression. According to the ‘Nadi Granthas’ there are 1008 types of thumb impressions and these will narrow down the batch of ‘Nadis’ where the story of your life is told. The impression of the right thumb for men and the left one for women is taken. The thumb impression has no match the particular batch of palmyra leaves for the reading to take place.

These ‘Jyotish Nadi Granthas’ divide information on each individual life into sixteen chapters. Each chapter shows various aspects of life similar to the horoscope and the twelve houses. But there are additional chapters which are the real key of the ‘Nadi’ reading. The details covered in each chapter generally are as follows: -
Chapter 1- This will contain names of parents, spouse, brothers, sisters, maternal uncles, children, profession and general list of future predictions for all the twelve houses. 
Chapter 2 – This deal with money, family, speech, eyes, education and vision.
Chapter 3 – This deals with brothers and sisters.
Chapter 4 – This deal with mother, house, lands, vehicles and happiness.
Chapter 5 – This deal with children, birth of children, reasons for not having children and creativity.
 Chapter 6 – this deal with enemies, diseases, debts and cases in court.
Chapter 7 – This deal with marriages, married life, problems and blessing from marriage.
Chapter 8 – This deals with danger to life, longevity and period of death.
 Chapter 9 – This deal with father, wealth, luck, temple spirituality, devotion to God and Guru.
Chapter 10 – This deal with business, job, profession and success.
Chapter 11 – This deal with profit, money, gain, and second marriage.
Chapter 12 – This deal with expenditure, loss, foreign travel, ‘moksha,’ heaven, self-realization, and next birth.
After the twelve chapters that relate to the twelve astrology houses, there are special chapters that deal with additional aspects of life.
Chapter 13 – This deals with “Shanti” which means peace.  This chapter deals with pacifying the past life issues, past ‘Karma and last re-birth. The remedial measures that need to be done in order to calm the negative ‘Karma.’ This is the most important chapter. By pacifying the past life allow us to live in the present with happiness and peace.  As rectifying the past life is essential to move forward. Expensive pujas and other rituals are not necessary if the individual cannot afford them. The ‘Rishis’ could not have thought that only the wealthy who can afford these rituals, would be the only ones who are relieved of their past ‘karmas’. This cannot be right.
Chapter 14 – This deal with ‘Diksha’. ‘Diksha’ means initiation into secret knowledge that allows the deeper world to develop through the use of the right ‘mantras,’ prayer and the right protection.
Chapter 15 – This deal with “Aushadha” herbal medicines. This chapter deals with health and healing.

Chapter 16 – This deal with ‘Dasa Bhakti.’ This is the ‘Nadi’ version of the ‘Dasa’ and ‘Bhakti’ for life. 

Excerpts from

MEMOIRS

An autobiography
by
Joseph J. Thayamkeril
Lawyer, Kochi, Kerala, India.
josephjthayamkeril.blogspot.com
josephjthayamkeril@google.com
josephjthayamkeril@gmail.com