A short story

Note - First a disclaimer! Readers please bear with me. This is my first attempt at writing a story -thankfully a very small one you might say! The idea for the story line came to me when I was driving back home from office one night. I bounced the idea off my wife and she suggested some additions as well. Well, if you don't like my story, now you know whom to blame :-). Back to the story then –

Kannan's story

Hello! I have been told that when meeting someone for the first time, the polite thing to do is to introduce oneself first. So here goes - My name is Kannan and I used to spend most of my time at the Sri Ganesh restaurant adjacent to the Pazhavangadi Ganapati temple in Trivandrum. My major work was to clean up after patrons who ate at the restaurant.

I am usually very serious about my work. And that's why I was in the good books of the supervisor Murugan - or so I thought.

Murugan-annan is normally a nice guy when the proprietor is not around. At the fag end of the night near closing time, he used to let me have whatever food I wanted though others were normally entitled to only idlis. It is not that he did not know - many a time he had seen me having my share of puris, chappati and dosa - but then he usually flashed an understanding fatherly smile. Once when I was having a dosa, he even came over to where I was and served me chutney ! I was thrilled.

But Murugan-annan was a different person when the proprietor Mr Appaswamy was around. Or for that matter even when others were nearby. At such times, he used to speak to me in very harsh language and I felt I was unwanted there. Anyway I took it in my stride and carried on the next day as though nothing happened. The job was good, the food free and the best part was that I had free accommodation (at night I slept in the restaurant) as well. You could say that I performed the role of security as well.

Though I hardly ever used to go out and had seen very little of the world, the world used to come to in the form of the people who come to eat at Sri Ganesh.

And yes, the regular patrons, there were many of them. There was the elderly retired gentleman who visited the temple at 7 AM sharp. At 8 AM would be at his usual seat on the corner table having coffee (without sugar), 2 Idlis and a Vada. He was also there in the evening at 7:30 PM (post another temple visit) and would have 2 chappatis and kurma for dinner. I have often wondered about why he ate breakfast and dinner there. Did he not have a family? If he did not, what about lunch? Did he go elsewhere? If he did have a family, did his kids thrown him out in his old age? What about his wife?

Another set of regulars were three spoilt kids from the neighbourhood. They must have been about the same age as me. They visited during the evenings after school. They used to order snacks and ice cream. These kids never treated me well. I tried to avoid them but if they chanced on me they never failed to prod and tease me. When they were around I used to make myself useful in the kitchen and returned to the dining area only after I was sure that they had left.

Then there was the fat priest of the Ganapathy temple - another person who was not consistent in his behaviour. Whenever I used to get spare time, I used to rush across to the temple to pay my respects to the Lord. Many a time, when the priest saw me there, he recognised me and handed out the prasadam of the day be it modakkam or appam. Truth be told, the prasadam drew me to the temple again and again.

The priest was a regular patron of the restaurant as well. He normally used to come after the ucha (afternoon) puja. He regular order was for unlimited thali meals (the right choice for he used to eat quite a lot !) and he used spill rice and curry all around the plate. It was a nightmare to clean up after him!

The first time I saw the priest at the restaurant, I was extremely pleased and went up to him and smiled. In return I got a glare and a mouthful of swear words. All I could do was to make a retreat and suffer in silence.

Of course like I said earlier, Murugan-annan was the only one who looked out for me. Even the other chappies who worked there ill treated me when Murugan-annan was not looking. It was not physical abuse (because I was usually too fast for them) but verbal abuse.

One night however, something happened that turned my life upside down. Late at night, I was in a corner peacefully having some food. Murugan-annan and Mr Appaswamy were closing the account books for the day.

Suddenly Mr Appaswamy glanced up and saw me. He turned to Murugan-annan and said sternly - "How many times have I told you to buy a mouse trap? Well, if you won't, I will. Tomorrow I am going to get one myself, catch that pesky mouse and drown it".

That night I fled from Sri Ganesh restaurant and have never been back.

Speeding

May be due to the increase in road accidents in Trivandrum district, the traffic and highway police appear to have increased the deployment of radar guns to monitor and ticket erring vehicles. The fines for speeding are quite steep (Rs. 300 for four wheelers and Rs. 500 for two wheelers) and should be good enough to deter budding racers from stepping on the gas.

However earlier this week I noticed something which may indicate that the rules are not the same for all. This incident occurred on the Trivandrum by-pass just after the toll. The vehicle with the radar gun was strategically parked 1 KM north of the MGM school. Apparently they had already caught many offenders. Thankfully I was cruising well within the speed limit when I crossed the area. However as I was driving downhill an 'official' vehicle sped past me at a speed which was definitely exceeding the limit. Of course the vehicle was not stopped and within seconds it had disappeared into the distance.

Different strokes for different folks, maybe?!?

Gooooooaaaal !!

This month in Trivandrum we will have an epidemic of not just the plain vanilla viral fever. Trivandrum, Kerala and indeed most of the world will be in the grip of football fever in the weeks ahead. Expect to see many sleep depraved, red eyed souls in office during the next few weeks.

This year the pundits’ favourite seems to be Spain. Of course the usual biggies like Brazil, Argentina, France, Germany and England are expected to do well. But with massive attrition in the form of injuries, expect to see many exciting upsets.

The world cup that I remember most fondly is the 1986 edition. One of the greatest players ever, Diego Maradona was at his peak and 1986 was the year and the world cup the stage for his crowning glory. To add to the mix, we were sports crazy teenagers then and the event happened during the summer vacation

Anyone who watched the Argentina vs England quarterfinal match can never forget his display. We saw the best and the worst of the great man in that match. If we had the famous ‘Hand of God’ in that match, we also saw the ‘Goal of the century’ in which he dribbled past the entire English defence (6 players including the goal keeper) and scored!

I can never forget that summer – we (2 of my cousins and myself) followed the matches on Doordarshan, staying awake till late night / waking up in the early hours. We were so crazy that we used to make small flags of our favourite countries using paper, colours and ‘eerkilla’ (stalk of the coconut tree leaf).

And yes, we used to raid our grandmother’s store room for goodies to keep us awake and energised through the night! One night we went one step too far. Grandma had prepared quite a few extra kozhukkatas at night – the idea being that it would suffice to feed the entire family for breakfast the following morning. She had also probably noticed the reduction in her stock of goodies which she used to ration during tea time. During half time, when we conducted the usual raid, we found the store room locked :( . We searched the kitchen and found the kozhukkatas. By the time the second half started, all that was left of it was just one kozhukkata. The next morning there was hell to pay. Of course grandparents being grandparents, we were let off the hook with just a scolding and the night raids continued till the world cup final!