My Hand in the Till
In
these days when everybody is hood winking everybody else and fleecing the
gullible and making do away with the loot, to wit, Nirav at the Diamond level and
Kothari at the Rotomac Pen (of all things!) level, I wondered whether I also
had any hand in this popular great Indian sport at some level. After all this sport
covers an incredibly wide spectrum! And I do belong to the creed, if not the
caste. I might have figured somewhere at the pen level at least, I thought. I sieved through my memories of three score
and ten years of my life to come up with something worthwhile. If nothing came,
my life would have been a waste! Lo and behold! I did have a part. Once as an
accomplice and then as a tutor! Great!
After
Nov 1967, I was preening about in Madras (she was beautifully called that then)
with strong shoulders broad enough to support the world, like Atlas, since I
had just cleared the SSB to join Army, after a well fought and won battle with
Graduation the same year. (There is another reason for me to gloat in glee and
in solid pride at that time, but that is another story). Walking around in the
main streets of the then great city with a couple of friends was a pleasurable
and educative pastime.
I
knew Anna Nagar, very well then. It was a forest of thorn trees, ‘mullukadu’,
full of ‘velikathan’, which I think is ‘keekar’ tree or something like that. Since
this is not a botanical endeavour, I need not expose my ignorance further.
Suffice to say that Anna Nagar did not exist but that whole area was full of
thorny bushes/small trees. Oh, I have been through those bushes so many times, since
this was adjacent to where we were staying.
In
Jan 1968 the first International Trade Fair in India was to take place in Madras
and it was to be in this area. The trees got cleared and a whole lot of
beautiful pavilions came up. The pavilions were quite artistically done,
representative of each State’s/Country’s culture and symbolism. There were also
small stalls, of course.
Some
of us, since we where whiling away time after the ‘completion’ of education by
way of obtaining a graduate degree, thought it is a good idea if we could get a
job in one of the pavilions/stalls as sales boys and applied wherever we felt. None of us got any except
that fellow Karunakaran. When I got no calls for interview or anything of that
sort, I felt funny. Here is me whom the Army found worthwhile to make an
Officer no less, but these goddamned stall guys? I was so pissed off that I did
not get an opportunity for a little pocket money. To hell with them, I thought.
Well,
Balakrishnan, Devadas, Ramadas, Unni, me and all, we friends, kept going, never
minding the rejections, to this exhibition, with no money in our pockets
whatsoever. Money was not the same commodity then, as one understands it now.
It had a different connotation. A little bit was large enough. Tell you what? A
four figure salary any one got, that made him the upper crust of society and
normally by then you are middle aged! I do not think any 20 year old
wet-behind-the-ears fellow getting anywhere near that.
Oh!
I haven’t yet told you anything about my action for qualifying into today’s
niche crowd? Sorry, in the next one, Okay? God promise, as girls then used to
say.
Eagerly waiting for the next instalment. Surely refreshing in a period when you get only alarming stuff to read.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Ramachandrettan. Feels nice when you put it that way! Sure, I intend posting regularly. Life was getting to be a bore with, as you rightly said, alarming stuff. :)
DeleteWow, thank you, amazing narration. Lest I forget after a long read, I am I n total agreement with you
DeleteI am so sorry! I am not able to place you! Agreement with what? Hand in the till? :)
DeleteRelished your piece of work...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Tonifia. With nothing meaningful happening around............well, I hope to post more. Be around! :)
DeleteRelished your piece of work....
ReplyDeleteExcellent piece of work
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, friend. keep looking out. :)
DeleteColonel, your musing is quite amusing��.Get going... loved it..
ReplyDeleteColonel,y your musings are very amusing👌 keep going,loved it
ReplyDeleteThanks a million! With your encouraging words, I will try.
DeleteGood beginning, keep going,😀
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Devdas! :)
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