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        <title>Inlaws and Outlaws</title>
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        <summary>The sun was just setting on a isolated grassland of East Africa about three million years ago. The golden rays of the setting sun cast long shadows. In front of a cave formed by the rocks sat a women awaiting...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>                            </p><p /><p>     The sun was just setting on a isolated grassland of East Africa about three million  years ago. The golden rays of the setting sun cast long shadows. In front of a cave formed by the rocks sat a women awaiting her husband and son . There was a shout and she could make out her husband and son in the distance. Her husband was dragging a wildebeest carcass and the  son was dragging a girl by her hair. The father said: cut it up and cook it and threw the wildebeest near his wife. The son said: look after her  and pushed the girl towards his mother and went into the cave. She gave the girl a look of pure hatred which was returned by the girl.</p>    All sort of things went through her mind. Her aging grey-haired husband, a mockery of the man she started life with. The nice kid she brought forth into the world from her own womb grown into a handsome man resembling her mate when he was young and now at the mercy of the young witch who had ensnared him. It is battle unto death she decided.  <br /><p>     One can sympathize with the cave woman. She had just brought her son into manhood and was enjoying his youth and virility in contrast to her husband . She was enjoying her power and influence over her son when it was shattered by the witch he had dragged in. She did not want to be relegated to the position that she pushed her mate's mother to, years ago after a prolonged fight. She tried to preempt the issue by being aggressive from the beginning but had to meekly surrender after some time when faced with eviction.  </p><p /><p>      The battle of in laws, of mother in law and daughter in law, had started over three million years ago though the terms mother in law and daughter in law were not in use. The battle continues all over the world and will continue as long as human beings exist. What causes this animosity, are there any remedies, and how the modern women have coped with it, are of great importance to human civilization.</p><p /><p>    As in the case of the cave woman the reason for this animosity is rooted  in a feeling of impending loss of the son's affections to an unknown juvenile female. Only if you are a mother can you appreciate the depth of these feelings. Then there is the  conviction that her son is not going to be fed properly and given his favorite food and at the proper time. How is he going to survive? These days with the wife also working the son ends up getting unhealthy fast food and is a candidate for cardiac problems. The doting son's affections for her are about to be transferred and she is left to deal with an aging irascible husband whose romantic interest in her is just a distant memory. Then there is inevitable transfer of power over her son to this unmentionable inexperienced female. This is something that is hard to swallow. The hussy  will take over your kitchen and if they are living separately going to their house will be an agony as you will not be allowed inside the kitchen. To add insult to injury the weakling  of her husband will not protest if they are confined to their rooms. All this will make even the strong willed woman a mental wreck  and she decides to fight back to assert her imagined rights.</p><p /><p>      The daughter in law in the romantic period of her courtship tends to forget that she has to deal with her beloved's mother after marriage. After marriage what she is looking for is peace,solace and privacy to enjoy her married life. She gets enough advice from her own mother on how to live with and tackle the menace. More often than not she is unlucky and has to face the conflict. Societies with close knit families have this conflict in various degrees. In societies with loose knit families the parents allow the bird to fly away and so the in laws problem is not that serious. A few stories and the use of modern methods by the participants today to gain the upper hand shows that the battle has not abated and is still as bitter as before.  </p><p /><p>     The first type of response  is the cave woman response. The mother in law uses brutal force to achieve her ends. If the husband is the mummy type and the daughter in law is docile this works. Alamelu decided that the main purpose of the daughter in law is to give birth to the next generation and then take up the house work so that she can relax. Her husband and son agreed that his was a good idea and the astrologer was told to check docile  traits in the girl's horoscope. Alamelu is now in her 80s in excellent health and the poor daughter in law is 60 and has arthritis and cardiac problems. She  is bemoaning her fate and has given all hopes of her release from her  mother in law.  </p><p /><p>     What happens when the daughter in law is not docile and the mother in law is faced by a determined opponent? This is a classic situation and can result in a bitter prolonged fight with  no holds barred . Any one can win. In spite of all her precautions Sundari found minutes after the marriage that she had made a blunder and that astrologer had messed up. In the middle the marriage ceremony Sundari gave a very expensive conjeevaram sari to Sudha to change into before tying of the thali. Sudha went to change and came back in a Banaras tissue sari. Sundari was shocked  and told her husband to talk to Sudha's father. Her husband promptly disappeared. </p><p>    She told her son that this was against vedic customs. Her son was all admiration for his bride and told his mother Sudha looked lovely in a tissue sari. She told Sudha's mother and the response was all the modern girls were like that. The muhartam time was approaching and priest asked the bridegroom to tie the thali. Sundari looked at her daughter in law with a look of pure anger and Sudha gave her an angelic smile. </p><p>    From then on the Sundari had no chance but would not give up. She advised her son to eat dhall twice a day, avoid fast food  like KK chicken and coke  and asked Sudha cook fresh food for him. They ate out all the time. When Sundari and her husband went to stay with them they were put in a separate room. Sundari was not allowed inside the kitchen and they were fed thawed rice and dhall from the freezer. Sudha had an angelic look and mocking face when talking to Sundari. Sundari lost her cool and temper and was told off by her beloved son and her no good husband. That was the end of the visits. Sundari was bitter with her husband for not supporting her. She berated him for not having more children. She could have succeeded with another  son and would not have made the same mistake in choosing the bride.</p><p /><p>     When Siva married Parvathy it was after an ardent steamy courtship. Siva's mother Muthulakshmi had surreptitiously got Parvathy's horoscope and the astrologerer had given the OK.. She knew that her son was a mamma's boy and after the initial ardor of love and sex he would come back to her. During her honeymoon Parvathy told Siva that she did not like the look on his mother's face and that she looked a dominating type. There could be only one apple of his eyes if he wanted her love and devotion. “You can only have one boss and that is me. You won't regret it. I will shower my love on you. If she tries to interfere god help her.” said Parvathy. Siva sealed the agreement with a kiss. </p><p>    Life has its own mysterious ways. Siva had weakness for Vatthakuzhanbu -and the one made by his mother was just out of the world. Three months after marriage he had the urge to taste this delicious dish with curd rice and he just could not resist the temptation. In one of casual conversation with his mother he mentioned how he used to enjoy this dish made by her. This was the opening that Muthulakshmy was waiting for her. She started preparing the dish and bringing it whenever she visited them. At first Parvathy did not catch on but suddenly one day she noticed Siva licking his plate and she caught on to the danger facing her. Parvathy  gave a tongue lashing to her husband and the next time Muthulakshmi brought the dish she was told to take it away. A shouting match short of coming to blows made the men go away for a walk. </p><p /><p>Siva-  “Opphs. Appa! You have got a fighter cock of a wife.”</p><p>Father-  “Who is talking. You and your Vathakuzhanbu. We are going to have arunning battle”</p><p>Siva- “Let us forget the visits. Things have gone too far. Let us meet in the club for drinks once a month-and let us keep it a stag affair.”</p><p /><p>     A few months later on when Siva had willed himself to forget vathakuzhambu for the rest of his life, Parvathy put on the dining table a very fragrant dish. Siva thought he was dreaming. Parvathy was all smiles. Vathankhuzambu had come back to his life. Parvathy- “You should confide in your wife. What is Parvathy for but for looking  after her Siva. You will get Vathamkuzhamby every day. Your mother can stay in her house and lord her husband. I do not want her here.”</p><p /><p>     Anita agreed to marry Vasu after she met and talked to him over dinner. This was a meeting arranged by the parents. Negotiations on marriage went on with the demands from the bridegroom's side being upped often. Anita was not too happy with Vasu's views and attitude. Her mother in law to be  insisted that after marriage Anita should stay with her and be trained to look after her son. I will give a try, thought Anita. The final demand made a fortnight before the marriage was a BMW car and a diamond necklace costing one crore. Anita told her parents to ignore the demand but not to say anything. When all the invitations had been sent out a few days before the marriage Anita told her parents about her doubts and told them that she would not marry the boy. The marriage was canceled. The mother in law to be was fixed good and proper before she had a chance to exercise her control. The danger was preempted.</p><p /><p>    There are in laws who choose the soft touch method of handling the potential conflict. Hema tried out this method with her daughter in law Kalyani. She was non interference personified,all smiles and would go to her son's house only when invited. She always made and took Keera masial for her. She kept off Kalyani's kitchen and praised the way she ran the house. This worked out because Kalyani who had heard horror stories about mother in laws was pleasantly surprised and relieved. She went along without any confrontation.</p><p /><p>    The soft touch approach works only when both the parties are not fighter cocks. Priya   decided to preempt the problem by being very nice and cordial to her mother in law Subbamma. Subbamma was surprised and initially life was cordial and civil. Seeing an easy walkover Subbamma executed a coup d'etat  by taking over full control of Priya's house. Priya's attempts at reestablishing her control were to no avail. She sued for a divorce and got out of the mess.</p><p /><p>    There are rare cases when the mother in law is welcomed by the daughter in law  and they are a happy family. It is hard to believe but these miracles do happen. Janaki was a woman with a sense of humour and no rancour. She had a very large family of five sons and five daughters. Bringing up this large family taught her to laugh at  problems and take things in her stride. Hard life taught her that you do not always get your way and that there were other points of view. When children grew up they would like to lead their own lives without some one breathing down on them and telling them  what to do. It was time to step away. When her husband passed away she stayed with her children without any problem.  She was in demand with her daughters in law and rationed out her time with them. They went to her with their problems and came out smiling. The grandchildren adored her. </p><p /><p>     Muthuswamy Dikshitar, an orthodox South Indian brahmin, went to U.S.A to study and settled down there with a high end job on Wall Street. He changed his nick name to Mulloy  to better integrate and make it easy for his colleagues to call him. His mother tried her best to get him married but to no avail. He did not return home to visit his parents for nearly ten years. Cupid at last caught up with him and he fell head over heels in love with an Irish girl by name Rosemary. She got all the details of Muthu's family from him and before marriage made him promise that they would visit his parents after marriage. Muthu did not take it very seriously but found that Rosemary was adamant. Muthu was terrified of the trip and his mother's reaction. </p><p>    So they landed in Madras, Rosemary in a sari, and Muthu scared that it would fall off. As soon as they were cleared by the customs  they saw the senior Dikshitars in the foyer and Rosemary made a beeline for her mother in law, fell at her feet, did namaskaram and begged her forgiveness for marrying Muthu without telling her. By the time Muthu and his father had loaded the luggage into the car their wives were chatting away. They were calling each other Lak(for Lakshmi) and Roja(for  Rosemary). Muthu had warned Rosemary about the food and was worried how she was going to handle it. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Rosemary squatting on the floor and downing idlies with molahapodi. She loved onion sambar and went gaga over the coffee. In the privacy of their bedroom Roja berated Muthu for not telling her what nice people his parents were. “I understand that in the last century there was an outstanding composer called Muthuswamy Dikshtar. Instead of that name you called your self Mulloy. I am ashamed of you.”- Roja. </p><p>Muthu tried to kiss her but he was shooed away. “No more kisses and sex till we get married according to traditional Hindu rites. Your mother is arranging everything”-Roja. They had a grand wedding and Roja and Lak were in the seventh heaven while son and father were dazed. Roja persuaded Lak that their visits to America should be brief to avoid the inclement weather and for the sake of her health she should avoid stepping inside the kitchen. A very happy ending to a potentially dangerous situation which was defused by Rosemary's charm, foresight and diplomacy.</p><p /><p>     Kipling wrote in the hey days of the British empire  ' Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet '. We can say the same about mother in law and daughter in law. One has to be aware of the potential in law outlaw conflict before marriage and take steps to neutralize it as Rosemary did. It is possible but difficult. The world has changed and so have the expectations of the youngsters. Divorce is easy and accepted in society and so if things are really bad this option is available for girls. Then there is live in arrangement where a legal agreement spells out the rights  of parties and can ban the mother of the partner. Some times even in marriage an agreement can be drawn to keep the mother in law  out. So the daughters in law have weapons to fight the menace. The problem is one does not behave legally when one is in love.</p><p /><p>     The humans seem to be the only species to have the mothers in law who do not let their birds fly away. They hang on and therein lies  the problem  of in laws and outlaws. Whether human evolution and asexual reproduction will do away with the problem is an open question. One hopes not. Love, romance and marriage and mothers in law are what makes a dull life so interesting.</p><p /><p>     Raja Ramakrishnan</p><p>     30-11-2009</p><p /><p /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/W8iC46wLgXo" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>Venkatasubba Sastry</title>
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        <summary>Towards the end of the nineteenth century, brahmin communities were settled down in villages in Palakkad and life seemed to go on smoothly. The lands around were fertile and suitable for paddy cultivation and there was abundant cheap labor to...</summary>
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<p>      Towards the end of the nineteenth century, brahmin communities were settled down in villages in Palakkad and life seemed to go on smoothly. The lands around were fertile and suitable for paddy cultivation and there was abundant cheap labor to till the land. Even the intrusions of Hyder and Tippo barely affected them. The Nairs did the fighting and bore the brunt of Tippo's wrath. So the Palakkad brahmins had a easy life and plenty of time to lead a life of studies and rituals. It was a very closed community which mixed little and intermarried a lot. They kept up their traditions. However there were the odd trailblazers as in the past who saw ahead and were the pioneers but for whom the community would not have survived all these centuries. One such was Venkatasubba Sastry of Noorni village.</p>

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<p>       The monsoon had set in and with a stiff breeze the water was being sprayed all over like waves. You could just see the outlines of the houses. On the slushy road by the side of a few small houses you could just make out the figure of a man clutching a palm leaf umbrella, his tuft of hair flying in the breeze and his dhoti tied like a loin cloth. Up and down walked Sastry, splashing the muddy water with his wooden clogs. He seemed to be muttering to himself and in deep concentration. The neighbors did not bother with him and his family ignored him. They knew that when Sastry was in one of his moods it was better to leave him alone. </p>

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<p>      The village of Noorni was one of the brahmin villages near Palakkad, a small settlement which you reached by a mountain path from the plains of Kovai. After the end of the Chola rule the brahmin priests found that life was no longer easy in Tanjavur and the Kavery delta lands with dwindling patronage from royal houses. The great migration started to different parts of the south and one of the places they migrated to was to Palakkad where the terrain and weather made cultivation of paddy profitable. Local labor was available and life settled down to an easy one with enough time to spend on studies and worship. The times were however unsettled. The arrival of the British in the south and their slow expansion changed the settled life.</p>

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<p>     Sastry was thinking of all this when he was walking in the pouring rain. He was barely aware of being drenched by the rain. The British were there to stay and no one was going to dislodge them. You had to accept that no other ruler or power was going to dislodge then in the near future - neither the French nor the Muslims. As for the Hindus they had their last flicker in the Vijayanagar kingdom. Sastry was an unconventional thinker and in the village he was considered a crank. He realized that the brahmin families’ way of life was bound to change and that to be on top they had to change. Few realized that they had done it in the past. Though the majority stuck to priesthood, there had been generals, politicians and even kings. Sastry concluded that for his children the way to go ahead was to have English education. The sooner he was able to arrange for this the greater would be the head start they would have. This was going to cost money and he did know how was he going to manage it. It was past midnight and Sastry decided to turn in.</p>

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<p>      Mrs. Sastry was anxiously awaiting him. She took his umbrella, took off his clogs, washed his legs with warm water and dried him.</p>

<p>“Are you OK?  You get some sleep now.”  - Mrs. Sastry. </p>

<p>“Do not worry Alamelu. I know what to do. There are some details to be worked out. I will have a walk on Fort ramparts tomorrow and work it out.” -Sastry.</p>

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<p>       Mrs. Sastry was aware of the turmoil her husband was going through. She was glad that unlike others in the village who had a habit of doing nothing and leaving every thing to fate and god, Sastry was firm believer in the tenet that God helps those who strive and help themselves. Behind his rough exterior was a kind and considerate man who loved his wife and children and would do anything for them. He was a man of deep knowledge who was consulted by many.</p>

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<p>     Early next morning, before the sunrise Sastry was on the ramparts of the Hyder Tippo fort talking to himself. The way to survive and prosper was to give his children English education so that they could take up jobs with English government. When the British were driven out this education would give them a head start. This was better than being part of the landed gentry. In any case they would lose their lands when the peasant laborers became smarter. Sastry gave the impression of a very orthodox brahmin who believed in rituals. Inwardly he realised that the heart of Brahmanism meant appreciation and love of knowledge and the ability to question things and arrive at your own answers. He realised that only a wise minority among the brahmins appreciated this.</p><p>      It was a misty morning with a fine drizzle of rain and all round him were the paddy fields and in the distance the blue hills. Where else would he see such a beautiful sight?  The sun peeped out and there was the unusual sight of a rainbow in the morning. Sastry took it a sign from the Gods. He walked back to the village and having washed his legs sat on a mat in the veranda of his house and had his morning coffee and tiffin. He explained that he had come to the conclusion that for the sake of the children it was better to move on so that he could give them an English education. This came as no surprise to Mrs. Sastry as her husband had been talking about this for some days.</p>

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<p>      Then Sastry started the long preparations to execute his ideas .He did not tell anyone his complete plans except to inform his neighbors that he was migrating with his family to try to better his life. He made arrangements with his close relatives to take over his house and lands so that it remained in the family. His friends and neighbors tried to dissuade him from his mad venture but Sastry was firm. 'Mark my words' said Sastry to his friends 'A hundred years from now all of you would have lost your lands to your tillers. His relatives and neighbors laughed at his madness at leaving a well settled life and risking every thing for an unknown future. They were in awe of his knowledge but did not approve of his unconventional ideas.</p>

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<p>      Sastry's plan was to make his way to distant Mysore which was ruled by the Wodiyar maharaja. After the Mysore wars he was reinstated by the British in his old throne.  He was a Sanskrit scholar interested in music and in his court, scholars and musicians were patronized and given generous grants. Sastry was confident of impressing the Maharajah and getting a job as a scholar. The Maharajah might even help with the education of his children.</p>

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<p>      Sastry and family set out in a bullock cart on an auspicious day.  We of the present generation cannot grasp the enormity of the difficulties of the journey across the southern Indian peninsula. The only mode of transport was the bullock cart on bumpy and slushy tracks. You covered a few miles a day and lodging and rest places were far and few. You slept in the cart or in the open if the weather permitted. You cooked your own food on the way. You changed the cart at every village and had to find a new one. The journey was made more burdensome with young children. This was what Sastry set out to do. </p>

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<p>     Sastry had an iron will and determination to achieve what he wanted to do. He was gifted with an even temper and persuasive skills of the highest order. He was gifted with a wife who was prepared to go all the way for him and even came up with ideas whenever they faced a problem. Sastry was way ahead of his generation in his attitude towards women. When he was stumped he consulted his wife. In spite of all this the journey was tumultuous. Hot words were exchanged. The children were misplaced some times and they had to go back and pick them.</p>

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<p>      The journey was made easier by Sastry's charisma and communications skills. He could charm anyone by his soft manners and once you started talking to him you realised that you were in the presence of a person of deep knowledge, vision and compassion. At every village halt he would visit the agraharam and introduce himself. It did not take long for the villagers to realise that they were in the presence of a gifted man. They were welcomed and treated as honoured guests. Sastry's reputation as wise man spread ahead him and at every halt he was given a rousing welcome and help.</p>

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<p>       Coming down the Palakkad gap into the Kovai plains Sastry and family made their way to Srirangam temple on the Kaveri river. Here also he was well received and stayed on for a few weeks before slowly climbing the Mysore plateau. This was the route of the Chola and Chalukyas armies in their constant battles. Finally they made it to Bangaluru village. They had a well earned rest and proceeded to Mysore before the monsoon set in to cross the Kaveri at Srirangapattinam. On the way they stayed at the Sriranga temple at Sivasamudra on an island in the Kaveri river. Then on to Srirangapattinam, and the  Ranga remple. Finally they arrived in Mysore after a six month journey. Mrs. Sastry and the children were relieved that the back-breaking bullock cart travel was over and that they could rest for a few days.</p>

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<p>       Sastry was full of energy and wanted to get on with the job. The very next day he took his family to show them the maharajah's palace and their eyes popped at the magnificent sight of the palace lit up by lamps. Sastry contacted a few contacts for help in approaching the maharajah. He was told that he was a very learned man well versed in Sanskrit and music and a very generous patron. There was a gathering of learned scholars the following week at the palace where the maharajah sat among them and had discussions. Sastry friend's arranged to introduce him as a scholar from Palakkad.</p>

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<p>      The Maharajah had these gathering of scholars and musicians at frequent intervals when he listened and interacted with them as one of them. This was his way of encouraging scholars and musicians to exchange ideas and to innovate. Whenever a new person was brought he had to be briefly introduced by the person who brought him. Then he had to say a few words on his work or music. Sastry with his charisma, melodic voice and deep knowledge made an impression on the maharajah.  He made further inquiries about him and sent for him for a personal chat. Saying that he wanted this jewel of a man for himself he appointed him as the personal teacher of his children.</p>

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<p>      Sastry was happy and settled down to a very satisfying career where he had a lot of free time for his scholarly activities. When his children grew up he explained to the Maharajah that he would like them to educated in English colleges for a career with the British Government. They had been educated in Sanskrit and our knowledge and this would make them fend for themselves and who knows, even help our country in the future. The Maharajah totally agreed with him and gave him generous financial help. Sastry also arranged the marriage of his daughters. Those days girls were married at a young age and he kept to the custom.</p><p>    As far as his sons were concerned Sastry did not care about the customs but decided to give them the best education to help them in the future. His fist son was similar to him in his outlook. The second son Padmanabhan was traditional and did not want to change his way of life.The third son was more adventurous and off the main stream.  Sastry decided to concentrate on the first and third sons.</p>

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<p>     Sastry took his first son Ananthanarayanan to Madras and admitted him to the B.A. course in Presidency College. Ananthanarayanan passed out with flying colours and was a Gold medalist. He was immediately offered a job by the government in the revenue department in Nellore. He was highly thought of by the government for his efficiency and integrity. He climbed up the bureaucratic ladder fast. He lead a full social life in the community and was respected as an English and Sanskrit scholar. He was a talented astrologer consulted by many. </p>

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<p>     The third son Mahadevan was also very well versed in Sanskrit but was very untraditional. When Sastry took him to Madras he had a look at the General Hospital near the Central Station and told his father, " I want to study there". Sastry being a wise man, agreed, and Mahadevam took his L.M.PandS. He was a brilliant student and the mnemonic training of the brahmins had given him an encyclopedic memory capability which helped him with his medical studies. In addition he had the rare ability not to take things for granted but to experiment.</p>

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<p>      Then the First World War started and the British relied heavily on Indian manpower to fight their battles. This helped both Ananthanarayanan and Mahadevan in their respective careers. Ananthanarayanan worked full time in recruiting people for the war. In fact he was so successful that his work was recognised at the end of the war with promotions and he got to the top position in the revenue department in Nellore. Ananthanarayanan was very a well regarded Sanskrit scholar. He had a collection of rare old Sanskrit manuscripts. He was in demand as an astrologer. Finally he was an expert in treatment of snake bites which were quite common those days. He died of diabetes after the war, deeply mourned by the local people.</p>

<p>     Mahadevan was more adventurous and got recruited to the Indian Medical Service and sent to Gallipoli as a doctor surgeon. There was a shortage of doctors to attend to the enormous number of causalities in this sector. Sastry was not happy but took it in his stride even when snide remarks were made about crossing the seas and becoming impure. Ananthanarayanan also fully supported his brother. Mahadevan made full use of the war to hone his skills as a doctor and surgeon on the battlefields of Gallipoli. At the end of the war he used the money he had earned to go to England to get the highest qualifications in medicine and surgery. He had a very successful career in the Indian Medical service.</p>

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<p>      The second son also did well as a respected priest . Sastry died a very contented man having achieved what he set out to do. Sastry’s family did very well though as in all families there were one or two black sheep.</p>

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<p>      Nearly a century after Sastry's death when he was a forgotten figure one of his great grandsons decided to find out about his ancestors and got the basic facts of Sastry's life. Another great grandson decided to write about Sastry. This story contains a lot of embellishments and imaginative reconstruction of the bare story. The writer apologizes for this but otherwise Sastry's courage and achievements would have not come through. Sastry's farsighted vision paid off and he would have been very happy with his descendants and their achievements. The Sastry family is very large now- so large that some of them do not know the others! A lot of them have made their mark and are spread out throughout world..</p>

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<p>   Raja Ramakrishnan</p>

<p>   12th October 2009</p>

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        <title>The Extended Family- part 5</title>
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        <published>2009-09-08T01:09:59-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-08T01:09:33-04:00</updated>
        <summary>Auf wiedersehen my friends I have come to the end of our extended family. I am surprised and happy to receive so many comments.This indicates how much our extended family were a part of all of us and how much...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>                                         </p><p>                        <span style="font-size: 27px;"><span style="font-size: 17px;">  </span></span><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><strong><span style="font-size: 20px;">Auf wiedersehen my friends<span style="font-size: 12px;">    </span></span></strong></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"><strong> </strong>    I have come to the end of  our extended family. I am surprised and happy to receive so many comments.This indicates how much our extended family were a part of all of us and how much they were loved by us.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;">      I had purposely left out some savoury tidbits for the end. Len had the amazing ability to catch a bird in his mouth and drop it in front of you completely unharmed. Of course the bird was scared out of its wits. Len could sprint very fast. The only problem was his habit of catching chickens from our neighbour's pen and bringing them home. Then there was Pug doing his job and a pig cleaning his behind when suddenly  he realised that a pig was behind and ran home  into the bedroom.Vasanta made a big wired playpen for Pug so that he could play. Pug hated being left outside and worked out that he could jump over the fence if he went a long way back and dashed and jumped over the fence.He made his way inside to the comfort of the living room.Then there was Kamini taking Pug for a walk on a leash blissfully unaware that Pug had managed to free himself and run off. Lucky after being tormented by our neighbour's Alsatian suddenly snarled and chased him into his house.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;">   They gave us a lot of joy and happiness and mental solace. When we were down a look at their wagging tails and smiling faces bucked us up. Ask Aditi, Rohan,Viswanath, Sekar ,Kamini and Ambika. Some times friends tell Vasanta and me to have another extended family member and we are tempted. Then realities catches up with us. We live with our memories of kind hearted relatives who gave us a lot expecting nothing in return.</span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a531f49b970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Merged extended family" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a531f49b970b image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a531f49b970b-800wi" title="Merged extended family" /></a> <br /></span></font></p><p><font size="3"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"><strong><br /></strong></span></font></p><p /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/Ohh_VhOYCqk" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>The Extended Family-Part 4</title>
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        <published>2009-08-29T04:22:08-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-30T08:41:35-04:00</updated>
        <summary>I am Lucky We felt so upset that as on the previous occasions we decided we would not keep any more dogs. With dog lovers the mind starts wandering again. And soon you work out an excuse and realise that...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><strong>I am Lucky</strong></span><p><font size="5"><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px;"><strong><br /></strong></span></font></p><p><font size="5"><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px;"><strong style="font-size: 17px;" /></span></font></p><font size="5"><strong style="font-size: 17px;"><p>    <span style="font-size: 10px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">We felt so upset that as on the previous occasions  we decided we would not keep any more dogs. With dog lovers the mind starts wandering again.  And soon you  work out an excuse and realise that the different life spans are at the root of the problem. You decide that this time you will do all you can to look after them properly and have a good vet to help you. It was not easy this time as after Pug passed away we had to cope with other tragedies.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">    <span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> In 1991 three years after Pug's death Aditi and Rohan stayed with us till '93. This was when the germ of an idea to have another member of the extended family germinated in Vasanta's brain. From being a doubting Thomas she had become a Saint Peter with a firm belief that pets  can help to shape and improve children upbringing. The proof was our own children who were highly thought of by every one. She had consulted a number of her friends and had decided that a cocker spaniel puppy would be an ideal birthday gift for Aditi on her on her seventh birthday. She had already fixed up with the breeder and just two days before the birthday told us and we were totally surprised. The night before the birthday Vasanta and Kamini went to the breeder's house and selected the puppy. Sekar maintains that both mother and daughter were not wearing their spectacles  when choosing the puppy. The puppy was kept in a friend's house and brought</span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">next morning and presented to Aditi. <span style="font-size: 13px;">I have never seen anybody so surprised and happy. Without a moment's hesitation she named it LUCKY.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de6ce970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="This is my sofa" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de6ce970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de6ce970b-320pi" title="This is my sofa" /></a> <br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">     <span style="font-size: 13px;"> When you bring up a puppy after a gap you forget that it takes a few months before they are house trained. I am afraid that in the early stages I was rather short and impatient with Lucky till I was told off to control my temper. I feel bad now. Lucky quickly settled down and started treating Aditi as an equal much to Aditi's annoyance. They loved each other. Rohan was tolerated by Lucky who treated him as a plaything. Rohan was too young to get annoyed and was delighted with a live pet. For the next two years they were a happy threesome with Lucky having no qualms to cheat them out of their food.</span></span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 17px;">  <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11px;">  </span></span><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">  <span style="font-size: 13px;">Soon it became obvious that the breeder had pulled a fast on us and that Lucky was not a pure cocker. His ears were the only part that looked anything like a cocker. From the front he looked like    a Lasho Apso. His ears had soft hair but he rest of the body had thick wiry hair which grew every minute. He looked like a fuzzy ball and you barely saw his eyes wen the hair grew. Vasanta confronted the breeder who apologised and offered to take back Lucky. We were so fond of Lucky that there was no question of sending back Lucky. We got back the money we paid. The fake certificate from the kennel club is still some where in the house. Lucky had to be given a trim once a fortnight. He had to be cleaned up after every meal. This was OK. Sometimes after calls of nature it was a mess. His trimming had to done on  a regular basis to avoid these problems. The ticks had a thick hair growth to hide in and i<span style="font-size: 13px;">t took a lot effort to remove the ticks.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">   </span><span style="font-size: 13px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"> <span style="font-size: 13px;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">They were a lovely threesome always together whenever at home. Lucky considered himself the senior member. Aditi used to feed him and groom him but Lucky used to cheat her. Lucy was left in the sit out at night and he was not too pleased. Early morning when we came out of the bedroom he was all over us. He was too scared to go out and came out only when he had to attend to calls of nature. He rushed back when he finished. When scared he ran inside the bedroom and hid under the bed. </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b18d970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Lucky and friends" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b18d970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b18d970c-320pi" title="Lucky and friends" /></a><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b205970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="With friends" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b205970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b205970c-320pi" title="With friends" /></a> </span> <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">     </span><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Two years later Aditi, Rohan and Kamini left for the U.S. Lucky quickly settled down and was quite happy with our company especially Sekar. Lucky had no other interest except us. He loved the house and loathed going outside for long walks. He was a kind hearted soul with no bad thoughts or enemies. He was the most scared dog we had. I have never seen a more loving dog. Once a year we had the depavali festival when there was crackers creating a din and racket.<span style="font-size: 13px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Lucky was terrified and ran and hid under the bed.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px;" /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;" /></span></span></span></p></strong></font><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="5"><strong style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">    <span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Aditi and Rohan visited us twice a </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">a year and this was the high point in Luck's life. When they came from the airport he all over them and was their constant companion. When Sekar married and Ambika joined us Lucky could not believe his luck in having another avid dog lover pamper him. Then Viswanath grew up and Lucky decided that he was sufficiently grown up to be playmate.</span></span></span></span></span></strong></font></div><font size="5"><strong style="font-size: 17px;"><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b274970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="That is nice" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b274970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b274970c-320pi" title="That is nice" /></a><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b2bf970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Lucky and aditi" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b2bf970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a584b2bf970c-320pi" title="Lucky and aditi" /></a> </span> <br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">  </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">      <span style="font-size: 13px;">All was well and we thought that this time we would be spared the trauma of illness and suffering. Alas this was not to be. Lucky had a growth in his paws. This time the advice to leave it alone was wrong and it became incurable and Lucky was in great pain. With great anguish and sorrow we had to put him to sleep.  He lived only eight years.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> <span style="font-size: 13px;" /></span></span></span></p></strong><strong style="font-size: 17px;"><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">                                         <span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de8f6970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Lucky face" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de8f6970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a52de8f6970b-320pi" title="Lucky face" /></a> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">                               </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">    </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p>            </p></strong></font><p /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/WlUSNKMzby4" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>The Extended Family - Part 3</title>
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        <published>2009-08-24T01:28:58-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-24T01:28:58-04:00</updated>
        <summary>PUG- THE CONSTANT LOVER For nearly two years we could not think of dogs. Then as we came to terms with our grief, our minds started wandering again. Only Sekar would not consider another adoption. Vasanta thought of a fully...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: 19px; ">PUG- THE CONSTANT LOVER</span><br /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 11px; "><span style="font-size: 11px; ">For nearly two years we could not think of dogs. Then as we came to</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; ">terms with our grief, our minds started wandering again. Only Sekar would</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; ">not consider another adoption. Vasanta thought of a fully pedigreed family</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; ">member. Kamini was keen on having a pet she could bring up as her own. I</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was open to the idea.</span></span></span></p><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We had a friend Ferroz who had just got married after a whirlwind</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">romance. We had invited them over and he told us that he had been offered a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">pedigree Boxer by a friend. He was still in the initial dreamy romantic mood</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">when the very thought of spending even a moment away from his beloved</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was unthinkable. So pets were out. He offered us the dog and we accepted.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Next morning Vasanta and Kamini were off to Mrs.Murugesan’s house to</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">collect the boxer. She was a breeder and very fond of dogs and took care to</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">see that the pets were settled in proper homes. Vasanta was offered the first</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">choice and she and Kamini choose the friskiest puppy.. On looking at him</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Kamini named him Pug the Pig or Pug for short. Mrs Murugesan became</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">close friends with us and used to visit us to see Pug.</span></p><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">I saw Pug when I returned from work. My first reaction was could any</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">one be more ugly. He looked scared and had hid himself behind the bar. He</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">quickly settled down and realised that with Kamini around he was free to do</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">what he liked. Even Vasanta made allowance for his pedigree and treated</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">him with kid gloves. When Pug was first collared he made clear his disgust</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">at being treated like a caged animal. When Vasanta made him</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Ragi porridge he literally put his nose up and refused to eat till it was</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">replaced by oats porridge. Pug with his wrinkled face of an old man and a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">face pushed in as though Mohamed Ali had a go at him looked ugly and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">frightening till you got to know the kind heart that beat inside. He was</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">boisterous and difficult to control. He was a coward very unlike Len. Len</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">had an aristocratic bearing. Pug had pedigree and won over people with his</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">friendliness once you got over the sh</span>ock of his appearance.</p><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Not every thought that Pug was ugly. Kamini and Vasanta thought Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was handsome! You might call them interested parties having chosen Pug as</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">a member of the family. He could be frightening when you first saw him if</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">you had not seen Boxers. Most strangers thought that if he bit you that was</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">the end and that he would tear you to bits. Poor pug- he was a very gentle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">loving boy. He grew on you and soon you forgot his looks and we actually</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">had to say that he was handsome in his own way.</span></p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503ca72970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Feb 79 c gardens 4" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503ca72970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503ca72970b-320pi" title="Feb 79 c gardens 4" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">The first casualty of Kamini’s laissez-aller upbringing of Pug was my</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">bar. Pug used to be taken for a walk after dinner to relieve himself. Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">being Pug disliked the dark garden and no amount of persuading him could</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">move him. When we returned he made a dash to the bar and did his job. I</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was not allowed to discipline Pug as it would harm his psyche. I used to have a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">good shout at him when no one was around. But Pug would not give up. The</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">bar was sprayed with disinfectant and scents every day to get rid of the stink.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">In disgust I disposed off the Bar after a few years!</span></p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503cdcd970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Feb 79 c gardens 5" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503cdcd970b selected " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a503cdcd970b-320pi" title="Feb 79 c gardens 5" /></a><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bf9d3970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Mother,kamini and pug nov 78" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bf9d3970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bf9d3970b-320pi" title="Mother,kamini and pug nov 78" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pug made a mess of his mouth when eating. Solid food he would</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">swallow. Anything else he could not handle and his mouth and face was a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">mess and he had to be cleaned up. Thanks to Kamini he developed a taste for</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">gourmet food like French cheese and almond cakes.</span></p><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Sekar was in Delhi when Pug came and was not too happy. When he saw</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">him first his disgust was obvious. Pug was not put off. He manged to</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">worm his way into Sekar’s favour by being friendly with him and would</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">spend all his time with him much to Kamini’s annoyance.  Pug became a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">close member of the family just as Len had done.</span></p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bfd45970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Bon voyage to Sekar 11-09-79" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bfd45970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50bfd45970b-320pi" title="Bon voyage to Sekar 11-09-79" /></a><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562f8ed970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Untitled-2" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562f8ed970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562f8ed970c-320pi" title="Untitled-2" /></a> </p><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Then an unexpected event happened which put Pug on a pedestal. No</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">one could question his credentials after that. Vasanta entered Pug for a dog</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">show and wonder of wonders he won the prize for his category.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">When the judges came to inspect Pug he turned on his charm on them. He</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was the unanimous choice. We were all thrilled and proud. Pug got a special</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">treat which he ate with relish and the usual mess. After the grueling day at</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">the show Vasanta decided that no more taking Pug to dog shows.</span></p><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Our halcyon days in Carnatic gardens were coming to an end. Sekar left</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">for the US in 1979 and we were to see him only after a few years. Two years later</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Kamini left for Delhi to work in Oberoi hotels. Pug missed them both</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">especially Kamini. So he turned all his boisterous affection on us. When ever</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Kamini came for a short visit his day was made. When ever a tape of Kamini</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">singing was turned on he would go wild and run all over searching for her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We were building a house and in late 1981 shifted to our new house.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We thought that Pug would miss the the vast spaces of our house in the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">gardens. To our surprise he took to the new house and seemed to like it</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">more. In the small house he could bump into every one often and not be left</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">out. He took some time to get used to the outside area where we went for</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">walks. In the Carnatic gardens house there were a lot of trees and shrubbery where</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pug used to ration out his urine. The area outside our house was rather</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">barren and shrubbery few and far between and this did not suit Pug for a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">long time. Soon Pug earned a reputation for his fierce looks. He had a habit</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">of standing behind the garden gate and staring at visitors with an unblinking</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">look. He would never bark. Our house was called ‘The Boxer dog house’.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">There is a saying ‘Barking dogs seldom bite’. People thought that the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">opposite held good for Pug and were terrified to enter the house. This</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">suited us.</span></p><p /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">My mother in law and mother moved in with us and Pug made it a point to</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">move into their room whenever we went out. He wanted company always.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Kamini’s visits were the high point of his life. Whenever she left he was in the </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">doldrums for a few days. He rcognised Kamini’s singing on the stereo and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">used sit in front moving his head from one speaker to the other.</span></p><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">One day a dog trainer convinced us that we should mate Pug. A few days</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">later he brought a female boxer and we left Pug and her in the garden. The</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">lady started chasing Pug who kept running away much to the trainer’s</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">disgust. Finally Pug collapsed and had to be revived with milk and biscuits.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">The milk did the trick and finally Pug knew what to do. The problem was he</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">would not stop and collapsed again. The lady was taken away and we waited</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">for results. The trainer wanted to bring another girl boxer and we saw</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">through his game and sent him away.</span></p><p /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Fortunately matters did not end here. Pug had a sizzling romance with</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pandy a few months later on. We met Pandy’s owners through a common</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">friend and they lived just a five minutes drive from our house. They were also</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">keen to get the two boxers together. One morning after a nice breakfast we</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">took Pug to Pandy’s house by car. There was instant romance on seeing each</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">other and they started dancing round each other. We left them alone for the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">romance to blossom. We went back after a couple of hours to see Pug and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pandy sitting next to each other and panting away. Pug refused to come with</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">us and had to be dragged to the car. Every morning Pug was ready and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">waiting near the car to be taken to Pandy.</span></p><p /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">After about a fortnight we decided to give the romantic couple a break</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">and waited to see the result. Pug was annoyed that his trips to Pandy's house were</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">stopped. Pandy was also upset. We were all delighted when Pandy conceived</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">and later gave birth to a litter. We choose one for ourself but none survived.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We heard that the puppies were sickly and  the mother ate up some of them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">For a long time Pug remembered Pandy and used to drag me to her house</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">whenever I took him for a walk that side.</span></p><p /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">The only thing Pug missed in our home, Darpana, was Kamini and whenever she</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">came for a short break he was delighted. He knew when she was returning</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">when she started to pack her bags and started to sulk. Sekar’s visit were very</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">rare and far between but the first time he came Pug went wild. Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">gracefully slipped into middle age but never lost his boisterous habits. He</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">liked to be taken on long walks but being a timid fellow he always covered</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">his back in case a quick retreat was necessary. His favourite walk was on the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Adyar River in summer when there very little water. His highest sign of</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">affection was giving a good lick of  your face. Once you got used to this it</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was not bad.</span></p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fb1a970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Pug and sekar" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fb1a970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fb1a970c-320pi" title="Pug and sekar" /></a><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fbfb970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Pug with us" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fbfb970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a562fbfb970c-320pi" title="Pug with us" /></a> </p><p /><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pug quickly worked out the relationship between Kamini and Vijay. I suppose</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "> his own romance with Pandy helped him to </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">appreciate that romance was in the air. He became very close to Vijay. Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">was upset when he was tied up during Kamini’s wedding. He was not used</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">to being tied up and felt insulted that he was ignored. In 1985 we visited</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">U.S.A to see Sekar. This was the first time that both Vasanta and I were away</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">from the house at the same time for a long time. Pug was lost and spent all</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">his time in the downstairs bedroom with my mother and mother in law. We</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">were told that he would sit for long times near the gate looking out for us.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">When we returned with Kamini he went wild with joy.</span></p><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Soon Pug realised that that something was amiss. He was no longer the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">center of things and was ignored often. Kamini was expecting Aditi and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">everyone’s attention was focused on the coming event. Then Kamini</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">disappeared for a few days and came back carrying a small bundle. Again</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">Pug was held back from her. He was very dejected and annoyed. He was not</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">allowed to go into Kamini’s room and he sat outside all the time. Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">worked out that the bundle Kamini was carrying was a live baby. One day</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">when Kamini was busy talking Pug managed to lick Aditi all over her face. Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">would normally have been in the dog h</span>ouse for a few days but the look of</p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">happiness on the child Aditi’s face saved him. Aditi’s face was cleaned and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">she was all right. All good things must come to an end and a few months</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">later Kamini with Aditi left for U.S.A to join Vijay. Kamini did not see Pug</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">again. When Kamini got into the car to go to the airport Pug made a dash for</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">her and had to be held back. He let out a sorrowful growl as though he</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">sensed that it was goodbye.</span></p><p /><p /><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We made the same mistake and forgot that Pug’s life span is much less</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">than ours. He was so active that we thought he would in good health for few</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">more years. Alas this was not to be. With Kamini away and Sekar’s visits</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">infrequent Pug became very close to us. His health deteriorated and he lost</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">free use of his hind legs. Vitamin injections restored his movement partly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">He became incontinent at night. Vasanta went to baby sit Aditi for four</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">months in 86-87. I had retired from work and looked after Pug. Every night I</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">put him in a chair with plastic sheets in my bedroom and early morning had</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">to carry him till he recovered the use oh his legs. After Vasanta returned we</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">took him to the hospital often. In our anxiety to prolong his life we allowed</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; ">the doctors to conduct experiments on him till a senior doctor friend told us</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">that we should stop it and allow Pug to die in peace. We took him back home</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">made him comfortable and stayed with him till he passed away in his sleep.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px; ">We were shattered.</span></p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50c0835970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Pug in darpana" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50c0835970b selected " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a50c0835970b-320pi" title="Pug in darpana" /></a> </p><p /><p /><p /><p /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/lMqB2VwQcDE" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>The Extended Family - Part 2</title>
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        <summary>Milord Len Vasanta and I got married in 1956 and till 1964 the thought of keeping a dog was not on our minds as we were busy making and bringing up the kids. In any case Vasanta was scared that...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong><span style="font-size: 16px;">Milord Len</span></strong></p><p>       Vasanta and I got married in 1956 and till 1964 the thought of keeping a dog was not on our minds as we were busy making and bringing up the kids. In any case Vasanta was scared that the children would get rabies. It was only living in the company bungalows with a large expatriate crowd as neighbors keeping pets that slowly changed her. Of course the kids exerted pressure. I went abroad in April 1964 for an extended period and it was during this time that fates intervened in the person of our neighbor Brian Wauchup. He had been asked by his friend to look after his dog, a boxer. In his absence on leave the boxer got friendly a with pie dog and had a litter of eleven dogs. He was disposing of the puppies before his friend returned. He persuaded Vasanta to take one giving her the first choice. I am told that he took the help of little Sekar to persuade his mother. </p><p /><p /><p>      I returned directly to Bangalore where I was posted on my return. I was given a hero’s welcome by the kids and Vasanta and by the new addition to the family. </p><p>    He had been named Johnny. He was very boisterous and affectionate and playful. Johnny was a delight and Sekar and Kamini were fascinated by him. I played with him when I returned from work and took him for walks. He gave me a boisterous welcome when I returned from office and jumped all over and licked me. Vasanta was also getting over her fear of rabies and getting to like Johnny. Then out of the blue Johnny fell sick. He would not eat and lay down all the time. We took him to the Veterinary hospital next morning and he was diagnosed as having distemper. He was left there for treatment. When we went back in the evening he had passed away. We were shattered. The children were asking about when Johnny would come back and we covered up by saying in few days. In due course we got over it.   </p><p /><p>       By this time the bug had bitten Vasanta and she started looking around. Some friends in Whitefield had puppies born of a red setter and retriever and were very keen to find good homes for them. They offered us the first choice and Vasanta went and brought back a cute, handsome fellow. She was associated with the Cheshire homes and decided to name him Len after the founder Leonard Cheshire. He was the handsomest one among all the extended family.</p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e6c6970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Len" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e6c6970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e6c6970c-320pi" title="Len" /></a> </p><p /><br /><p /><p>       There are seven stages in life when you bring up pets. The first when you are a child, next when you are growing up, then in adulthood, after marriage, after marriage and with children, then with grandchildren and lastly when you are old and alone. After an aborted start with poor Johnny we were well truly into the fifth stage and what an enjoyable time it was.</p><p /><p>        Len was a pedigreed fellow and one had the feeling that he was aware of his antecedents. He would not stoop to beg for anything but on the other hand expected his rights to be recognised. He behaved like an English Lord among the natives! His dignified looks and bearing were regal. Even Vasanta, who came from a Commie background was taken in by him and treated him with respect. Sekar and Kamini adored him. Kamini was treated like a small child to be tolerated. He developed a strong affection for Sekar and allowed him to take liberties with him. I have a feeling that he had a contempt for me and my attempts to train him. At that time I was the only one in the family who could run at top speed with him and so I was accepted as horse rider accepts his horse- a necessary evil. </p><p /><p>       We stayed in a big single storied bungalow with a long veranda. Len used run at full speed up and down this veranda. He developed a strong dislike for our neighbour’s dog and  had running fights with him. When annoyed he dug up the neighbour’s garden. The retriever blood in him was very dominant and catching birds and the neighbour’s chickens from the coop was his hobby. He was very gentle with the birds and the chicks and carried them in his mouth without hurting them.</p><p /><p>      In spite of valiant attempts by Vasanta to keep Len off the dining table when we ate he pushed his way there aided by the protests of the children. Vasanta compromised by banning all feeding at the table. This was followed more in the breach when her back was turned. Len cooperated by looking innocent and normal even with a big bit of chicken in his mouth. There is a follow up to this later on.  Some times Len’s fondness for roast chicken overcame his training and he took it off the table and ate it up. The first few times we were at a loss at the disappearance of the chicken but soon Len was caught out and got a good thrashing. </p><p /><p>      Len insisted on joining the parties, wagging his tail at every one. Soon he had the ladies eating out of his hands and cooing over him. His tail was huge, full of hair of a reddish copper colour. The only problem was it was so huge and heavy that when he wagged his tail he knocked down something. Kamini called it ‘fan tail’. Len had thick coating of copper brown hair. We wondered how he would survive if we were transferred to Madras. I was temporarily transferred to Madras for four months and Vasanta and children went to Kerala. I took Len with me to Madras and he had a taste of Madras weather.</p><p /><p>       In Madras in the 60s there were plenty of butler cooks left over from British days. They were very good in continental and Anglo Indian dishes. I employed Raju, a very talented cook, who was very fond of dogs. Milord Len loved the food and it was a love affair with Raju. He spent all his spare time with Len, taking him for long runs, grooming him, and making fresh liver biscuits everyday. Len had never been pampered like this and enjoyed every moment of his stay in Madras. Even when Vasanta and the children came for a few days Len would not give up his new friend Raju.</p><p /><p>      After a few months the time came to go back to Bangalore. I decided to return by plane as managing Len in the car for six hours would have been difficult. Fortunately the pilot of the flight was a canine lover and so was the air hostess. They agreed that I could take Len in the cabin. I was to keep Len under my seat which was occupied only by me. Flying was simple those days and you were treated like a king. No security to go through and you could walk right to the plane. I gave Len tablets to make him dopey. I boarded the plane half an hour before others. The air hostess petted Len and gave him a big chicken sandwich which he promptly gobbled up. Len curled up under the seat and dozed away. He woke up only as were landing in Bangalore. I got down only after the passengers had gone. Len got a chocolate cake from the air hostess and he was delighted. As we walked down to the exit he saw Vasanta and he pulled off the leash from my hand, ran to Vasanta jumped on her shoulders and gave her a good lick! Only then we realised how much he had missed his foster mother. </p><p /><p>       Life settled down and we thought that the permanent shift to Madras would not come when out of the blue I was transferred to Madras. We had a big two storied house and Len settled down without any problem. He was happy with the wide open spaces to run about chasing birds. Our cook was Sukumaran with whom Len established close relations. He missed Raju and the liver biscuits but this was made up equally delicious left overs of liver fried in ghee made for Sekar. Then there was the French Omelet with sinful filling. This was made for Kamini just before she left for school. Len was a constant companion at the dining table whenever any one ate. Vasanta was busy getting ready to take Kamini to school and Kamini was alone with Len at the dining table and nature took its course. Starting with small morsels, it ended up whole Omelet for Len. It would have gone unnoticed but for the fact that Len vomited the omelet and Sukumaran, who had been asked to keep an eye on Kamini,   just walked in. Vasanta was informed and Kamini was in the dog house for a long time. Kamini had got so adept at throwing foods over her shoulder that she got caught out by her grandmother where she used to go for her afternoon tea after school. There was no Len there to cover up.</p><p /><p>       Len was easily won over by omelets. His true friend was Sekar. His lordship condescended to treat him as his equal and friend. When Len was scolded it was Sekar who stood up for him. Sekar played with him and took for long runs. Len behaved like a lord and was so handsome and well mannered that he had the ladies cooing over him.</p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e909970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Len 72-cc 4" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e909970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527e909970c-320pi" title="Len 72-cc 4" /></a>  </p><p /><p>     </p><p /><p>      We tend to forget that the life spans of our pets are much less than ours. We enjoy their fast development and are not prepared for the the last stage. They cannot talk of their suffering and you have to see it in their face and behaviour. It shatters you. Len became dull, did not want to walk or run and suddenly his rear legs got paralysed and he could not move about. We had to carry him about. He wanted us to be with him. When we ate at the dining table he growled and had to be carried to the room to be with us. He deteriorated and his rear became swollen. The doctor advised us to put him to sleep to put him out of his misery. After another two weeks we agreed. Len was given his favourite chicken omelet which he ate with great gusto. Some time later I kept him on my lap while the doctor gave the lethal injection. All of us where shattered. He lived just over ten years.</p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527ec65970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Len 2-septeber 76" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527ec65970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a527ec65970c-320pi" title="Len 2-septeber 76" /></a> </p><p /><br /><p /><p>     </p><p /><p /><p /><br /><p /><p>    </p><p>     </p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/I77HnjInmj8" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>The Extended Family - Part 1</title>
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        <published>2009-08-03T02:18:02-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-04T11:32:39-04:00</updated>
        <summary>This is written for Aditi, Rohan and Viswanath who will agree with my term 'Extended family'. They always considered them full members of the family with all privileges, much to the consternation of the older members. I dedicate this to...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>This is written for  Aditi, Rohan and Viswanath who will agree with my term 'Extended family'. They always considered them full members of the family with all privileges, much to the consternation of the older members. I dedicate this to my niece Poornima, an ardent lover of the animal world.</p><p /><div> The term extended family is understood to include members of the family at the periphery. In some parts of India it refers to the inclusion of the ‘In-laws’ in the family after marriage making quite clear that they are there because of the marriage! When relationships deteriorate In-laws become Outlaws!

 One of the reasons why the English language is used all over the world even after the demise of the Empire is because of its ability of absorbing words from all over the world. Sometimes the same word has different nuances in various places. I am using this liberty to include a new category in the extended family. Purists will curse me but I know some who will support me wholeheartedly and this article is dedicated to this group.

 The extended family sounds as though you are extending the privilege of family membership as a special case. Sounds patronising to say the least. Understandable if you know the extent to which we Indians fine tune relations so that the distance from the core family is clearly defined. We have words like ‘Co brother and Co sister’ to differentiate how and through whom they are members of the extended family.<br /><br /> I was seven years old when I first met Rosie during our stay in Manjeri. She was a cute girl, well mannered, affectionate and playful. I fell in love with her but she made it quite clear that she had given her heart to my cousin Chinnis. I wept on my father’s shoulders. My father was very sympathetic and told me to be nice to Rosie. This did not work. Rosie continued to ignore me. Some times at night I heard my father telling my mother that they should get me one. My mother was firmly was not in favour of looking after and feeding another mouth. 

 I was in a sour mood. I kicked Rosie whenever I went to Chinnis’s house and got beaten up by him. <br /><br />A few days before my birthday I was asked by parents what I would like as a gift. I sulked and did not answer.
On my birthday I was woken up, taken down and surprise of surprises given a cute tan and white puppy. I almost fainted - I was so happy- I called her Mickey.

 Rosie was forgotten and my all affections were showered on Mickey. She was pampered and spoiled but she was such a sweet girl that even my mother accepted her. My father after some days felt that Mickey was getting spoiled and so started training her. He was quite good at it having trained the other pet in the house -Joe the monkey. Mickey had a mind of her own and some times no threats or inducements would change her. My father used to mutter ‘all females are adamant’. Only years later did I realise that it was a wise remark! Mickey saved my Mother one evening by barking and drawing attention to a snake near my Mother. 

 A year later Mickey fell sick with an abscess. We did our best but she passed away after a lot of suffering. We dug a grave and buried her and placed a stone on the grave marked ‘Here lies Mickey beloved of Raja- May she rest in peace’. <br /><br />I was so shattered that I was moody for months. Then my father told me that we were moving back to Madras and in the excitement of the news forgot my sorrow.

 
 After a few months in Madras my thoughts were back on Mickey and how unlucky we were in losing her. Fates intervened and our watchman brought a cute little puppy dog which he found abandoned on the road. He looked like nothing on earth. A proper pie dog of uncertain pedigree, obviously with a lot of breeds mixed in him. He had tan, white and black hair standing up like that of present day hippies. He had mesmerizing eyes and a jet black snoot and from some angles looked like Hitler. He certainly was not timid or scared and jumped to my lap and playfully licked and bit me. Over objections from my mother he was accepted into the family with my father’s support. We decided to call him ‘Jimmy’-probably because of his mixed and unknown parentage. I cannot find a picture of him.

 <br /><br />Looking back, Jimmy had unusual mixture of traits not found in one dog. He was very loyal to us, not particularly affectionate, guarded the house like a security guard, house entry to unknown prohibited by his look and growl, and nothing could be taken out of the house by visitors. He developed a peripatetic attitude wandering away and developed a fondness for toddy.

 Soon Jimmy realized that friendship with my mother was essential for a good feed. So he was after my mother, sitting out side the kitchen with a sad face, till he was feasted with milk and ghee roasted potatoes. Then he helped my mother in chasing away the crows when she was sun drying the papads and vadams. Very soon my mother decided that he was the best dog in the world. After that Jim had his exercise, running madly at top speed and then went to the front veranda to take his security duties. In a short while he divided visitors into friends and foes. Friends were received with a wag of the tail and foes with a growl. If the growl did not stop the intruder he advanced towards them barking. Most people beat a retreat and shouted for help. If a foe took anything out of the house on his own he was pounced upon. In the evening he went for a stroll outside and if he found an unsuspecting person sitting and eating he snatched their food and ran away. Back to my mother and kitchen door for some more goodies from my mother. At night he went up to the terrace and slept, getting up and barking at the slightest disturbance. 

 He took time to get used to strangers. If any one took liberties with him they became his life long enemies. My cousins Parasu and Krishnan, who were in the navy during the war in early 40s, blew cigarette smoke in his face, and Jimmy hated them and would not allow them inside if they came alone. I remember after the long posting abroad Parasu came back. We were away and Jimmy would not allow him inside till we returned. Parasu used to call him Hitler and I do not know if Jimmy understood the derogatory meaning but certainly was not pleased.
 As he grew older the peripatetic wandering habit became more pronounced and he used to disappear for days. He was often caught by the dog van and had to rescued at the at last moment by paying a heavy fine. He found a nearby toddy shop and capitalised by stealing the food and lapping up the toddy of drunken customers. He landed back home at night fully inebriated. He slept it off on the terrace- quite often tumbling down. Then one day he disappeared to return no more. We were all very upset as in spite of all his quirks he was a lovable rascal. Now that the dogs had become a part of our family it was only a matter of time before a new member of the family joined us.

 </div><div><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330115725533fa970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Micky 1946" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330115725533fa970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330115725533fa970b-320pi" title="Micky 1946" /></a> <br /><br />  At last you have a picture of one of the members of our extended family. She was brought to us by the watchman who picked her from a litter on the pavement. She grew up to be a dignified lady. When she was young she looked exactly like Mickey in Manjeri. I thought she was reborn to be with us again. She quickly made friends with my mother who got to be very fond of her and pampered her with food. She was very friendly and loved human company. She was not a good watchdog and visitors were welcomed with a wag of the tail. She was house bound and was scared of going out alone. She was the exact antithesis of Jimmy. <br />       <br /> I was in school and later was away in college and in the U.K and so did not spend a lot of time with her. I remember she took a lot of pleasure in hunting rats and chameleons. When I returned from the U.K she gave me a royal welcome. Again I was too busy to spend much time with her. She passed away in March 1956 the day I first met Vasanta.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/YUcgKbERrF4" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>Bar in the Sky</title>
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        <published>2009-05-26T16:20:38-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-04T11:34:52-04:00</updated>
        <summary>Flying even in the A380 long distance can be a tiresome affair especially if it is a day flight. You cannot watch the video or the movies all the time or even listen to music. Unless you are an investment...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Flying even in the A380 long distance can be a tiresome affair especially if it is a day flight. You cannot watch the video or the movies all the time or even listen to music. Unless you are an investment guy watching your and your clients assets go down, after a time you are at a dead loss. For most sleep is also out of question.</p><p /><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a4c4cff1970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="New York May June 2009 005" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a4c4cff1970b image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a4c4cff1970b-800wi" style="width: 302px; height: 226px;" title="New York May June 2009 005" /></a> </p><p>This was the problem faced by me recently. Seeing my wife fast asleep and me looking forlorn a kind  air hostess told me to walk down to the bar at the rear. Reaching the rear I was amazed to see a full fledged bar. The barman was busy serving three ladies dressed in black. They were already inebriated and shouted a warm welcome to me. I was about to turn back when I heard a welcome in Tamil</p><p>"ayyare vango "     (welcome oh brahmin)</p><p>On the left hand side was a fellow Tamilian in deep argument with an elderly American and he was gesturing me to join them. I did and we started an exchange of views on every thing under the sun. Subbu, the Tamilian, was having gin and tonic.Chris the American was having Glenfidich.I was having Chateau Margeaux. The first lady was having rum on the rocks ,the second vodka on the rocks and the third Napolean brandy on the rocks..</p><p>G&amp;T- "I tell you Chris you should you should use a Hydrogen bomb in  Afganistan." </p><p>Glenfiddich- "Yes but the Chinks would retaliate.You remember what happened in Korea"</p><p>G&amp;T-"Obama has lost his nerve. He is making up to the Chinks."</p><p>Glenfiddich-"Look at your balkanising country.I tell you the world is going to the dogs."</p><p>Rum -"Barman top up please."</p><p>Barman-"Coming ladies"</p><p> Vodka- (humming)-"I am your darling sunshine,your only sunshine --------"</p><p>Brandy-{humming)-"Come on to my house,my house--------"</p><p>Chateau-"You are bleeding yourself to death.Swallow your pride, get out of the Middle East and Afghanistan and spend the money in improving yourselves. At this rate you will end up like Russia and give a clear field to the Chinks".</p><p>Rum,Vodka and Brandy did a jig round the bar humming old tunes.</p><p>G&amp;T-"Obama is introducing Fabian Socialism  and TTK taxation.God help America."</p><p>Glenfiddich-" Guys let us not be serious.Obama, may he stew in his juice.What do you do?"</p><p>(looking at me)</p><p>Chateau-"Nothing now. I used to work as a part time bar man in my student days.I enjoy mixing drinks."</p><p>G&amp;T-' Mix me a G&amp;T."</p><p>The barman agreed to allow me to take over. I took a cold glass,smeared the inside with a few drops of fresh lemon, put a few cubes of ice,added a good measure of Bombay Sapphire and topped up with English Tonic water and gave it to him.</p><p>G&amp;T-( after having a sip)-" Say this guy is damn good."</p><p>Glenfiddich-"You cannot do much with a malt can you?"</p><p>Chateau-"Try me". Goes to the bar.Gets two bottles of Perrier, one cold, one warm. Pours a double peg of Glenfidduch in a fresh glass after rinsing it.Pours an equal measure of mixed Perrier so that it is neither warm or cold and gives it to Chris.</p><p>Glenfiddich-"What have done? diluted my malt". takes a sip."MMMMh the flavour is good and it does not sting my tongue.You are good Ayyar."</p><p>R,V&amp;B-"Hey naughty boy. How about us?"</p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c1187970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="New York May June 2009 010" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c1187970c image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c1187970c-800wi" style="width: 291px; height: 218px;" title="New York May June 2009 010" /></a> </p><p /><p /><p>I took really cold glasses from the fridge,  poured the libations and gave it to them. They did a gig  and took a sip and suddenly their voices grew shrill and their hair appeared to stand up.They remind me of the witches in Macbeth.</p><p>We men have serious discussion on the merits of various malts and which was the best summer drink.At this point the witches decide to join us .They clapped me on the back and asked me if I was alone .I was saved by the apearance  of my wife who came searching for me.I introduced her and the witches shouted "come here deary".My wife got scared, gave me dirty look and shot into rest room and locked herself. The witches were outside shouting 'Come out."</p><p><a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c12ee970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Raja Vasanta in A380" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c12ee970c image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d88330120a51c12ee970c-800wi" style="width: 283px; height: 196px;" title="Raja Vasanta in A380" /></a> </p><p>Even A380 can be hit by turbulance and we ran into one and the bar was closed and we were told to return to our seats.The witches and G&amp;T and Glenfiddich returned to their seats reluctantly. It was a tough job to persuade my wife that the coast was clear and come out and we finally made it.The rest of the journey was uneventful but the look in my wife's face made me avoid the bar and my friends.</p><p /><p /><p>With apologies to Will Shakespeare,</p><p>Raja Ramakrishnan</p><p>26th May 2009</p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/8I_TivmkQi0" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>Snakes in the house</title>
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        <published>2008-11-15T03:06:53-05:00</published>
        <updated>2008-11-15T03:06:53-05:00</updated>
        <summary>￼ Snakes wandering into houses are not uncommon even in a city like Madras. Unless you are aware that snakes in the house are not uncommon you can be scared out of your wits. It is all very well to...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
        </author>
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 </div><br /><div>Snakes wandering into houses are not uncommon even in a city like Madras. Unless you are aware that snakes in the house are not uncommon you can be scared out of your wits. It is all very well to put a pot of milk near a snake pit and beat a quick retreat or to worship a snake idol in a temple, but the sight of a slithering snake near you can freeze you to the spot in terror.</div><div><br />I grew up in a small village in Kerala and saw snakes every day. When going to school we saw pythons hanging on the fences and were not scared. If however a snake entered the house then there was mayhem. One forgot the fact that the snake was a divine figure to be worshipped. If the snake escaped then it got away alive. More often it was beaten to death.</div><br /><div>My first experience of a snake in a house was in Manjeri (Kerala) in the early 1930s.It was dusk, the oil lamps had been lit, and my mother went to the dark store room, with a lamp and our dog Micky at her heels. Micky started barking and when my mother turned round she saw a snake which had raised its head. She screamed and jumped on to a box. Her screams and Micky’s barking brought all of us to the room. The snake slithered away and no trace of it could be found. We shut the door and spent a sleepless night.</div><br /><div>The second encounter with a snake in the house was in my uncle’s house in Nugumbakkam (Madras) in the late 1930s. My cousin Lakhamma was sitting in the veranda looking out into the garden. She was a good musician and was lost in her singing.The rest of us were inside the house. Her singing suddenly stopped and we heard a shrill voice shouting “Adishesha ennai vitttudu. Naan onnai enna pannen? Chamatha po”. (Oh snake leave me alone.What did I do to you? Please go.) We ran to the veranda and saw the snake slithering away! Lakshmma quickly recovered her wits and told us that her kind words sent the snake away and that the next time the snake came she would sing to him a song in Gowri Manohari -</div><div>‘Yaruku thann thereum avan Mahimai</div><div>Avan Mahimai yaruku thann thereum</div><div>Seshan Adiseshan Mahimai</div><div>Yarukku thann thereum’</div><div>composed by her. We have heard her sing the song later on but not in the presence of a snake!</div><br /><div>These were encounters with snakes when snakes in India were common and urbanisation had not reached the high levels of the present day. One accepted that snakes wandered into houses. One saw them quite often outside and just kept away. As long as you did not attack it the snake did not bother you.</div><div> </div><div>We now come to the late 80s of the last century. Urbanisation of Madras had progressed and the paddy fields in the city had disappeared to be replaced by houses. The city had however not forgotten its snakes. A snake farm had been set up to teach the citizens about the variety of snakes in the area and also to teach them they were harmless as long as they were left alone. Hospitals had the antidote for the rare cases of snake bites. Two expatriates, Harry Miller and Whittaker, wrote and spread knowledge of local animals and snakes which we had forgotten and did nor bother about. Whittaker set up the snake farm which was later taken over by the government. All this did not prevent the frozen terror that one experiences when one is suddenly confronted by a snake.</div><br /><div>All through our stays in a big bungalows surrounded by an acres of land for three decades from the 50s to the 80s we did not have a snake inside. We moved into our own house in a small colony in the late 80s. There were a number of neighbouring houses. The house, which we named ‘Darpana’, was the site of our next encounter with a snake in the house. </div><br /><div>It was a rainy night with cyclonic winds blowing with a booming noise. The rain was coming down in torrents. It was very chilly with temperature down to 15* Celsius - rather unusual for Madras. (See ‘<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/09/dog-days.html" target="_blank" title="Dog Days">Dog Days</a> ’). It was very gloomy with lights flickering like candles due to low voltage and threatening to go off any moment. I decided that it was the right time and weather to have a whisky. It did not go well with Vasanta but she just frowned at me. We usually sit in the upstairs dining room cum sitting room when we are alone and the drinks cupboard is in the downstairs drawing room. I went down and poured myself a ‘Patiala peg’ of Laguvalin and went up. The cyclone was at its height and the wind making a noise like a siren and some branches were crashing down. The Patiala peg was despatched and a warm glow suffused through me. I heard the gate opening and heard our watchman Sukmaran come in. This gave a good excuse for topping and I went down.</div><br /><div>After greeting Sukumaran I went to the drinks cupboard and poured another peg of Laguvalin. I had just taken a few steps when I saw a shiny thing moving. I stepped over, had a sip and looked back. Good lord! Did I see a snake? Impossible. Took a big gulp and went up. The Laguvalin spiked my brain.</div><br /><div>“Darling. Get me torch. I think there is a snake downstairs”</div><div>“I think you had one too many. Here is the torch”- Vasanta</div><br /><div>I went down and shone the torch near the cupboard and there was a snake coiled up.</div><br /><div>“Darling it is a snake. Come and see.”</div><div>“I told you to stop with one. Oh well. I shall come down”.</div><br /><div>Vasanta came down and was shocked to see the snake.  Sukumaran was an old Kerala hand from the backwoods who claimed  to have seen innumerable snakes and tigers and elephants. He had regaled our grandchildren with tales of his encounters in the forest. He was the ideal person to see off the snake. We called Sukumaran and he had one look and beat a hasty retreat to the neighbour’s house and did not turn up for the next few days. We were both unnerved and arguing as to what to do. I had another sip of Laguvalin to get the brain cells working with glaring looks from my wife. We phoned Bobjee, the chairman of the Naturalist society. He did not come up with any practical suggestions. Finally we hit on the idea of phoning Harry Miller. He was a well known expatriate, an expert on fauna and wild life, settled in Madras as it was cheaper to live and was well respected here. He was the secretary of the Madras Club where he saw that the English traditions were not thrown out.</div><div>Vasanta is the one who handles all phone calls as I am deemed to be deaf. The telcon must have gone on something like this. (Reconstructed from what Vasanta told me).</div><br /><div>‘Hello. Can I talk to Mr.Harry Miller?’ -Vasanta</div><div>‘Master not available’ - Bearer</div><div>‘Is he at home?’ -Vasanta</div><div>‘Master too busy’ -Bearer</div><div>‘This an emergency’ -Vasanta</div><div>‘Master no talk. Master busy having drink’ - Bearer</div><div>Vasanta is desperate. ‘Please tell him I am from Madras Club.’</div><div>‘Why no tell Madras Club. Hold on. Will call Master’</div><div>Heard in the background was Harry’s gin sozzled voice- ’You dithering idiot Mariappan. Why did you not tell me it was Madras Club?’</div><div>‘Harry here’- Harry</div><div>‘Mr.Miller my husband is a member of Madras club. We have a snake in the house.’ - Vasanta</div><div>‘Madam, call me Harry. Madras Club members are not immune from snakes. I have a couple in my veranda just now. The rains have driven then in.’ - Harry</div><div>‘But Mr.Harry the snake is inside the house. I am scared. Please help me.’ -Vasanta</div><div>‘Madam calm down. The snake will not do anything to you if you let it alone. Get away from the room. Go to your bedroom, shut the door and go to sleep. In the mornig the snake would have gone. If it is still there give me a ring and I will bring some one to catch it. If your husband is there put him on.’ - Harry</div><div>‘Hello Harry.’ -Me</div><div>‘My friend your wife is in a state of terror. I am surprised that you Indians are terrified of snakes even after having lived among them for ages. We Brits have to teach you. Take your wife to the bedroom, shut the door and have a good night’s sleep. Give her a glass of milk laced with a lot of rum. I am sure you had your tipple’ -Harry</div><div>‘Yes. I am on my second double scotch’ -Me</div><div>‘ You Indians waste your money on overrated scotch. Your Rum and Gin are very good.If the snake is not gone tomorrow morning when you get up my name is not Harry. Good Night to you and your fair lady’ -Harry</div><br /><div>The problem with our house was that it was designed by one of the nouvelle architects who had managed to hoodwink my wife. The result was that there were no doors downstairs, to give an illusion of space. The staircase was wide open for the snake to come up and explore upstairs. The only thing we could was to barricade the flimsy bed room door. There was no question of going downstairs for some rum. Rummaging the kitchen I found a small of rum used for cooking. I spiked our milk liberally with rum and went to the bedroom. We locked the door and piled all the chairs against the door. The rum and milk did the trick and we were dead to the world. No nightmares that night thanks to Harry’s drink.<br /></div><br /><div>I got up rather late with the glorious sunshine streaming through the window.The birds were creating a racket. Vasanta was fast asleep and gently snoring away. The previous night’s Laguvalins and milky rum had cleared all memories of the events of the night and snakes were not on my mind. I changed into my jogging dress and was just removing the barricades from the door, wondering why they were there when Vasanta screamed ‘Snake Close the door.’ Then it all came back to me. Like Jack and Jill, holding our hands, we carefully opened the door, we made sure that there was no snake upstairs. Then we went down step by step and peeped into the sitting room and there was no snake near the drinks cupboard. Opened the main door and ran up stairs. We hoped that if the snake was still around some where it would go out. We managed to get some neighbours to come and check that the snake had cleared off. We settled down after a few days but for a long time avoided going down stairs at night. The liquor was transferred to my bed room cupboard to avoid going down at night. Arguments have not settled the reason for the snake’s visit. I felt that it was the inclement weather but Vasanta felt it was the strong smell of liquor that attracted the snake.</div><br /><div>Now we come to 9/23 when the snake again decided to pay a visit to Darpana. We were in the eighth year of the 21st century. It was an unusually warm September even for Madras. There was a warm breeze blowing and it was dusty. We stay alone and Darpana is empty and quite except on week ends whan the Sekars visit us and three or four times a year when Kamini and her family visit us. Vasanta, Kamini and Ambika go on shopping sprees every day. On the fateful day of 9/23 Vasanta stayed back as she was busy instructing the cook on the art of making ‘Arachakallaki’.The house reeked of coconuts and coconut oil. The girls love this dish and lap it up. As it turned out it was all for the best.<br /></div><br /><div>I was in the downstairs sitting room having a cup that cheers and reading a book on Ottoman history. I have always been fascinated how the sultans were able to handle large harems but the book did not give a clue except that all the sultans were adept at it. The maid Padma was cleaning the attached bathroom when the peace was broken by a loud scream ‘Ayoooooooooo’ followed by Padma shooting out of the bathroom babbling ‘ Bamboo! Bamboo!! Bamboo!!!’. She was in a state of deep shock. Vasanta and the cook Devi came down and revived her with some water and milk. Finally we learned that a snake was in the bathroom -a long black evil looking one.We quickly closed the bathroom door. Here is where our previous experience came in handy.</div><br /><div>We knew that for the time being we were safe till we could get some help. </div><div>All options were discussed calmly. Meanwhile the cook Devi, who is fond of her drinks and had an early morning dose, started making snide remarks to Padma about her courage. This helped Padma’s recovery and she wanted to show she was as brave as Devi. </div><div><br />She went and rounded up a few of our neighbour’s watchmen and gardeners who came with sticks to beat the snake. They went to the bathroom, closed the door, and started chasing the snake. The snake was too clever.It decided that attack was the best form of defense, raised its head and made a fast feint at all of them. When they fell back it made a bee line for the drain and promptly disappeared into it leaving its attackers confused and angered.</div><br /><div>Vasanta and I decided that it was best to get help from the Snake Farm. Chennai, as Madras is now called, has changed beyond recognition from the 80s and has become a big metropolis with all the attendant evils like pollution and traffic jams. The one thing that has changed for the better is the telecommunications with almost every one having a mobile. You may not be able to get to a place on time but you can connect to anywhere in the world in seconds. Then you have the ’just dial’ facility which gives you the telephone number of anything you want under the sun. Vasanta, who backs up as the telephone operator due to my feigned deafness, got through to the snake farm Manager and was able to persuade him to send a snake catcher immediately to help the old couple on the verge of a heart attack. Soon Ratna the snake catcher deputed by the snake farm rang up to say he was on the way but was delayed by the traffic jam. He asked us to be calm and not to worry. </div><br /><div>Devi, with her tounge loosened by early morning arrack, kept us regaled how she handled the snakes in her house without any help. Padma gave her dirty looks. Ratna turned up and got down to business immediately.  Vasanta briefed him, and he made detailed enquries. With a forked stick in his hand he went ino the bathroom. He poked into the drain covers.  He wanted the detailed lay out of the drains and where it exited. I showed the drain cover in the garage. He removed the pot covering it. He asked for a bucket of hot water and Devi went to the kitchen to boil and bring it. I am covering the incident in great detail to show that it involved a lot of thought and work on part of the people in involved when they were under great tension. A <a href="http://madraswanderer.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Madras Wanderer">member</a> of the Naturalistic society, in her hurry to be the first, <a href="http://madraswanderer.blogspot.com/2008/09/snakes-on-my-mind.html" target="_blank" title="Snakes on my mind">covered</a> this in few words mentioning only her friend with no reference to the team work involved by a few people.This detailed account will help others faced by a similar problem.</div><div><br />Ratna told us that even with urbanisation the number of snake encounters have not come down. He makes his living by catching snakes. In our own area he has got quite a few in the past months. Snakes are gentle creatures if left alone. He gave a list of distinguished neighbours whose houses were visited by snakes. Ratna’s knowledge and love of snakes came through his talk. Ratna said that snakes usually went out the same way they came in. Pouring hot water would make the snake back track the way he came and he would catch it at the garage drain.</div><br /><div>Devi came with hot water bucket. I was deputed to pour the hot water into the drain in the bathroom. To make sure that we were together at the end Vasanta stood beside me. I was afraid that the snake would come out through the second drain in the bathroom but Ratna assured me that it would not and if it did to give a shout.</div><div>‘Bayappadade Sami. Nan erukken’ (Don't be afraid, I am here),said Ratna</div><div><br />Every one else including the neighbours congregated in the garage to see Ratna catch the snake as it came out. Vasanta and I missed the fun. As I was pouring the hot water there was a shout and we ran out to see Ratna holding a long black wriggling snake by the neck. Then he started moving the snake up and down to calm it. Once it relaxed it would not bite. The snake was about four feet long and was very poisonous according to Ratna. He called it “Karai Katta Nagam”. He put the snake into a bag and tied up the bag. I asked him what he would do with the snake.  He said it would let off in the snake farm. The hot weather and the construction activity near about made the snakes move to cooler places. It must have got into an open drain and worked its way to the bathroom. After a hot cup of cha and some snacks Ratna bid us goodbye. We gave him a good bonus and our heartfelt thanks. We were relieved that we were able to manage things without the snake being beaten to death. We knew that the next time we had a snake we could handle it like professionals.</div><br /><div>We sat down to relax but the peace was soon broken by the blare of horns and screech of brakes as Kamini drove in with Ambika. When they opened the car door a huge pile of cushions tumbled out. Poor Padma, who ran to tell them of the snake, had to spend ten minutes to collect them before she could start on her version of events. For once the veteran shoppers wished they had stayed in the house. The ace internet reporter Ambika soon put it on her <a href="http://madraswanderer.blogspot.com/2008/09/snakes-on-my-mind.html" target="_blank" title="Snakes on my mind">blog</a> . Two days later at a dinner party at Ambika’s house every one at the party asked me where I was when the snake landed up. Not surprising. Most reporters cover themselves politically.</div><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010535f087ad970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Anatasayanam" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010535f087ad970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010535f087ad970b-800wi" title="Anatasayanam" /></a>
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 </div><br /><div>The painting above shows Vishnu relaxing on a snake with Lakshmi. Indian mythology shows snakes as friendly. We have the story of Vasuki being used to churn the ocean of milk. Why are we then scared of snakes?</div><br /><div>Raja Ramakrishnan</div><div>14-11-20008</div><div>This story is dedicated to Ambika without whose inspiration and provocation it would not seen the light of day. The story is based on real facts but I have used the writer’s liberty to make it more attractive to read and enjoy. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/DEKGmN0Z8ok" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <summary>Madras - Chennai - celebrated its 369th birthday on 22nd August 2008. A week of celebration goes on in the city. Francis Day came ashore near the present day Fort St George, a barren empty stretch of hot sandy beach,...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p> Madras - Chennai - celebrated its 369th birthday on 22nd August 2008. A week of celebration goes on in the city.  Francis Day came ashore near the present day Fort St George, a barren empty stretch of hot sandy beach, on 22nd August 1637. He probably landed in the afternoon when the sea breezes had set in. We are fortunate he did not come in May - he may not have survived the heat and there would have no birthday celebrations. </p><div><div>Day obtained the land grant from the local Nayak in 1639 and the construction of the factory and settlement started in 1640.There are no detailed written records of how Day managed all this. His first summer in the sandy stretch must have been a revelation to even the hardened Day. People who came to the east from Europe were a tough lot. Day had been conditioned to a tough life by his schooling in Eton. Jumping naked in winter into the freezing Thames was a regular activity for the Eton boys. Imperial hauteur and hubris must have prevented him from bathing naked in the beach or in the river Cooum. He did not want the natives to see him without his uniform or give the impression that the heat was getting him down. He was tough and he lasted and was the agent of Madras for two terms after Cogan. A pity that he did not leave his memoirs of summer days in Madras. </div><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f14970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Landing om madras coast" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f14970c image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f14970c-800wi" title="Landing om madras coast" /></a>
 </div><div><em>Landing in Madras</em></div><br /><div>For those of you who do not know about Madras and its glorious summer a few words will be in order. It is hot and humid in Madras all the year round. The rains in October - November some times accompanied by cyclones brings down the heat. A feature of Madras is the sea breeze in the afternoon which gives some comfort. But come the months of May-June, Madras turns into a hot steaming cauldron with the already hot temperatures soaring above 40 degrees Celsius. The sea breezes take a holiday. There are places in India hotter than Madras but every one who has felt it will confirm that there is nothing to beat it. </div><br /><div>Francis Day and Andrew Cogan were the first Brits to battle and survive the Madras summer. How they did it we do not know. During the next three centuries the British adopted various means of beating the heat, and not only surviving, but also thriving. First they named the hot days “dog days”. Why this name, we do not know. Most likely during the summer they panted like dogs after a brisk run. This name for the Madras summer was used till the end of World War 2 and the British departure from India. </div><br /><div>If the British had followed the native  methods of dealing with the Madras summer they would have been far more comfortable. Their sense of imperial destiny made them shun this method. The natives went semi naked, and avoided the hottest part of the day. They wore cotton calicos. This was not on for the British. They had to be dressed in their red woollen serge dress whenever they went out and whatever the time of day. Some of them did adopt the Nabob’s dress and even had native mistresses but this was frowned on and soon went out of fashion.</div><br /><div>The natives used a hand fan made palm leaf to fan themselves in the hot humid summer. The British redesigned this device on a big scale and made it into a punka operated by natives.</div><br /><div>Bathing in the sea or river was a very effective way of cooling down but was not on. They got over this by having indoor ponds or swimming pools away from the native eyes. In big clubs these became very popular and were filled in summer with pink ladies and gents. Most swimming pools were closed to natives even in early part of 20th century! </div><br /><div>Drinking a lot fluid is a time honoured remedy for beating the hot days. The local water was not very safe and so the Brits adopted the European custom of taking fluids mixed with wine or gin. The water tasted better and they thought safer but they did not realize the long term effects. Anyway, it did not matter, as life spans were short. The kick and taste were worth it. Madras became one of the biggest importers of Madera wine.</div><br /><div>With the Carnatic Wars won and Tippo Sultan safely off the scene, trade and commerce improved and Madras became richer. It was difficult to drink in the ‘dog days’ and the Madras traders hit on the idea of towing big blocks of ice from Boston. The Tudor Ice Company was formed and ice was successfully towed to Madras and stored in the basement of a building on the Marina called Ice House. This building still stands. The ice made the drinks very enjoyable - only, they encouraged excessive drinking.</div><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f65970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Ice house" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f65970c " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534d16f65970c-800wi" title="Ice house" /></a>
 </div><div><em>Ice house</em></div><br /><div>Madeira wine and gin withstood the long sea voyage to India, but the beers had to wait for the inventiveness of the English brewers. In the late 18th century London Porter and India Pale ale were brewed to withstand the long sea voyage. Increasing the alcohol content and hops did the trick. Whisky was also imported but not so popular till the soda water was locally made. A very wide variety drinks were now available to beat the dog days.</div><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c465970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Punka boy" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c465970b image-full " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c465970b-800wi" title="Punka boy" /></a>
 </div><br /><div><em>Punka boy, Gin &amp; Madeira drinks, Sahibs relaxing with dogs on a dog day. </em> </div><br /><div>The making of soda water locally was mastered. It was assumed to be safer, the carbon dioxide making it slightly acidic. The greatest discovery of the British in India (probably in Madras) was Tonic water. Taken with Gin it became a life saver to beat the dog days and a prophylactic for malaria. </div><br /><div>The following extract from Q tonic explains how tonic water took over British India and still continues to rule the world.</div><br /><div>‘Tonic water was first enjoyed in 1825 when ingenious (or hard drinking, depending on how you look at it) British officers in the Indian Army improved their bitter anti-malaria medicine—Peruvian quinine extract—by mixing it with soda water, sugar, and gin. Instead of drinking the medicine with their troops at dawn, the officers figured out how to enjoy it at cocktail hour. The original gin and tonic was born, and it soon became the quintessential drink of the British Empire.’ </div><br /><div>Gin and tonic, probably first made in Madras, was to become an all time great drink all over the world to beat the summer heat and the dog days. Made by an expert barman with a good tonic water and English Gin, it is a classic drink of all times.</div><br /><div>A Madras company -Spencers- till recently made a wide variety of flavoured carbonated drinks. Soon ice was made in Madras and so was gin. The South India Ice Factory near the Egmore station was in existence till about thirty years ago. Preservation of meat was made possible. Ice blocks were used to cool the sahib’s rooms and train compartments.</div><br /><div>Well settled, after routing Tipoo in the south and the Mahrattas in the north, towards the last quarter of the 19th century the Brits set up clubs in Madras for their social and sports activities. These were havens for the unfortunate Brits who had to swelter during the dog days. The mad ones played even played cricket in plus 100 degree heat and 100 percent humidity!</div><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4b5970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Madras Club" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4b5970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4b5970b-800wi" title="Madras Club" /></a>
 </div><div><em>A Club in Madras to beat the dog days</em></div><br /><br /><div>All these were temporary palliatives for few hours. The Brits solved the problem for the top echelons by shifting the headquarters of their Indian operation to Calcutta. Those left behind to hold the fort in Madras had to survive the dog days as best as they could. </div><br /><div>The Madras Brits were a innovative lot and exploration and curiosity were second nature to them. John Sullivan discovered the Ooty hills near Coinbatore. This was a little England with undulating downs and a cool misty summer climate reminiscent of English spring. No time was lost to build a road and mountain railway to transport the sahibs. The local government also closed shop during the dog days in Madras and shifted to Ooty. Soon the maharajas moved in and proper society was formed where the Imperial lords held sway during the dog days in the plains. Riding, racing, hunting foxes in the day and dancing and drinking in the evenings, they enjoyed the bracing climate.</div><br /><div>The opening of Darjeeling near Calcutta and Simla near Delhi followed in the north. The British Raj was saved till the discovery of air conditioning in the 20th century. The really inventive period of the Brits attempts to survive the dog days in Madras were before the twentieth century. This was when they had to battle the problem by using local methods. In the present century with all the help of modern technology we tend to underrate the achievements of the earlier period.</div><br /><div>Though the ways of beating the dog days were primarily used by the Brits, it had a long lasting effect on the locals and has affected them socially. In many ways the locals have taken them to new heights. The dubashes of the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries still had the ability to withstand the dog days. The brown sahibs of the 20th century and their present day descendents are unable to stand the dog days without air conditioning. Of course they are a minority of the population.</div><br /><div>The long stretch of beach from Fort St George to San Thome was once of pride of Madras .It is still a lovely though truncated stretch. It is lovely place to bathe and enjoy an afternoon on the beach with the cool sea breezes blowing in the evenings. It is one of the few stretches of beaches in a city which has not been commandeered by the government or the super rich and is open to all and sundry. The Brits did not want to expose themselves to the natives and avoided the smelly fishermen. When the Black Town came up next to the Fort with its narrow crowded streets, the residents found it intolerable. Coming to the beach in the evenings to cool down and enjoy the breeze became a habit. This habit is kept up by the present day Madrasis who are unfortunate enough not to have air conditioners. Nowadays with power cuts being the order of the day, even the affluent with air conditioners turn up and the beach is a mass of people. We should thank the early Brits for their avoidance of the beach. </div><br /><div>South India has a maritime history but strangely, except for the fishermen and a handful of others the sea is empty of swimmers. Even swimming pools till recently were not patronized by Indians. Seeing Indian ladies swimming on the beach is rare. They are taking to it in private swimming pools. The first large outdoor swimming pool was built by the Americans during the second world war opposite the Presidency College and used to be chock full of Gis and Tommies. Present day Madras has numerous swimming pools in clubs and hotels. Bikinis are seen once in a way.</div><br /><div>Once upon a time visits to the hill stations by the locals were rare as the weather was considered too cold. The exceptions were of course the maharajas, dubashes and other hangers on. One wondered how the hill stations like Ooty and Kodaikanal would survive after the departure of the British. After the 1950s, the idea of cooling down in hill stations in the summer caught on with the general public. Nowadays they are invaded by huge crowds in the summer and there is virtual chaos. The maharaja’s palaces have been converted into guest houses or hotels, the hill sides have been denuded for building more hotels and in summer Ooty streets and lanes are as crowded as Madras bazaars! Landslides are common in the monsoon season and the Ghat road is so crowded that the vehicles just crawl up. The saving grace is the Nilgiris mountain railway which is preserved as a heritage railway and operates every day.</div><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4f3970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Nilagiri hill railway" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4f3970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c4f3970b-800wi" title="Nilagiri hill railway" /></a>
 </div><div><em>Nilgiri mountain railway</em></div><br /><div>Air conditioning was an American invention and came to Madras and India only in the thirties of the 20th century, and was confined to the very top and super rich till decades later. Nowadays it has changed the city architecture with closed high rises offices and sealed residences. The effect on the city has been disastrous. During the hot days the surrounding areas are heat traps. The high rises prevent sea breeze blowing inwards and cooling the city. Nature seems to have the last laugh with power generation failing. The common people land up in the beach. The rich land up on the club to use the old traditional coolers.</div><br /><div>The Madrasis contribute to help the economy of their former masters by consuming large amounts of expensive Scotch whisky. The afternoon dog day cooler gin and tonic is back in vogue, helped by free import of English gin and availability of excellent tonic water made in India. Beaches spruced up, plenty of swimming pools, with super clubs to while away evenings, homes with air-conditioners (for those who can afford them) set to freezing temperatures, running when there is no power cut, and of course the sojourn in the hills or a trip abroad (if you can get away from work) are how the present day Madrasi survives the Dog Days. Things have not changed for the better- they have probably turned worse.</div><br /><div>All the methods of beating the dog days worked out by the Brits and their present avatar of brown sahibs and IT millionaires are really only temporary palliatives. A sojourn to the hills or a trip abroad during the dog days is running away from the problem. When you come back you have to live with the remnants of the dog days and this can be unpleasant to one attuned to cooler climes. The gin and tonic or rum and coke can do long term harm besides giving an illusion of cooling you down while really warming you up. Air conditioning is not reliable with the power cuts being the order of the day besides heating up outside.</div><br /><div>So if you really want to survive the dog days in Madras follow the classic methods of the original Madrasi. Stay indoors during the worst period. This way you avoid the traffic jams and the pollution. Drink plenty of water or better still   ‘Moru’ (diluted butter milk). If you can stand the taste the Kerala ‘chukku vellam’  (ginger water) cools down the body even more. Swim in the beach early in the morning or evening. If you are afraid of the sea swim in a swimming pool. Beach swimming is free but swimming pools can be expensive. In the evening enjoy the beach  and take deep breaths of ozonised air. If you have a terrace sleep there under a mosquito net. Always keep ’visaris’-(palm leaf hand fans) handy. Once you get through the dog days the subsequent months 35* Celsius will feel very pleasant. </div><br /><br /><div>￼<a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c520970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Madras beach" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c520970b " src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f2cce4d8833010534c9c520970b-800wi" title="Madras beach" /></a>
 </div><div><em>Relaxing on the Madras beach</em></div><br /><div>PS</div><div>A few belated words of introduction and thanks.This was written in the balmy post dog days - August/September 2008. Ignoring my Madrasi patriotism and listening to the wise advice of my wife we spent the dog days in New York. The inspiration for this piece was the celebration of the 369th birthday of Madras on 22nd August 2008. Pictures have been collected from the internet Enjoy them but do not use them. I thank Kamini for her encouragement without which I would have given up in the middle. <br /><br /></div><div>Raja Ramakrishnan   </div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px;" /><br /></div></div><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/RIzh/~4/lOnRPNJjw14" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <summary>Introduction to Tanzanian Odyssey. This is written over 20 years after our trek in 1986. My granddaughter suggested that I write it before I forgot the details. There are bound to be errors. Conditions in Tanzania have no doubt changed....</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Introduction to Tanzanian Odyssey.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This is written over 20 years after our trek in 1986. My granddaughter suggested that I write it before I forgot the details. There are bound to be errors. Conditions in Tanzania have no doubt changed. For example there was an acute shortage of batteries and people were trying to buy it from us. There was an acute power shortage. I am sure this is no longer the case. Certain things like the kindly people, the excellent beer and the wine and the fantastic Ngorongoro and Kilimanjaro will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This account of our visit&amp;nbsp; does not have a happy ending. A few years after our visit Idi died. We used to meet Ida when ever she came to India. A few years later Musa passed away. Ida stayed on in Dar bringing up Rajube. Last year Ida died. Rajube is a young man working in a non governmental organization. This writing is dedicated to Rajube in memory of his parents and the happy times we had with them.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tanzanian Odyssey&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We are a group of friends who love trekking. We go on treks to various parts of India as often as we can. Till recently this used to be an annual feature to which we looked forward to. A lot of planning was involved and one of us looked after this. When every thing fell into place and we could get away from work we were off. I have a feeling our wives were glad to have a break from us. Once in a way they joined us to keep an eye on us when we went to exotic places like Himalayan Garwhal or Spiti valley.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In 1986 we decided that it was time we ventured out of India and finally settled on Tanzania. Why Tanzania, one might ask when the whole world was available. Remember, twenty years ago getting foreign exchange for going abroad was difficult&amp;nbsp; in India. The amount sanctioned was meager and inadequate and was available only every two years or so. This limited our choice. One of our group, Nat, knew an Indian lady Ida married to a Tanzanian. They were prepared make up our shortfall of Tanzanian Dollars and we paid the equivalent rupees into her Indian account. Then there was our fascination with Africa as we were taught in our school days about Dr Livingston and Stanley and their epic crossing of Africa. Hollywood cinemas about wild life hunting in Africa acted by Clarke Gable had left in indelible impression. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We planned to leave on 1st may. Our group who could make the trek came down to three. We were able to add two more from outside our group-&amp;nbsp; Raja, Nat’s brother in law and his ten year old son Madhav. The unexpected has a habit of happening when you plan treks. First, Madhav developed appendicitis and had to undergo an emergency operation. Our friend Ram who operated said - a week’s rest and he will be fit to climb Everest. So that was sorted out- only Raja and Madhav arrived two days after us in Dar es Salem. Then I was diagnosed as having kidney stones which had to be removed by operation. Our friend Dr Ram said no way are you going to miss the trip. He asked me to drink a lot of beer in Tanzania and gave me a lot of pain killers should I run into trouble! I was to have my operation a few days after our return. Then we had a few anxious moments about the yellow fever vaccination as the vaccine was out of stock. Fortunately it arrived on time and we left on 1st May to Mumbai. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We flew into Nairobi early next morning and caught the connecting flight to Dar es Salem. We were all excited to have our first view of Kilimanjaro from the plane. It was clouded up and was not a clear day. ￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=515,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/a_kilimanjaroview_from_plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="206" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/a_kilimanjaroview_from_plane.jpg" title="A_kilimanjaroview_from_plane" alt="A_kilimanjaroview_from_plane" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We had a royal reception from our Tanzanian host Musa. The usual problem of lost baggage was serious as our backpacks were missing. Musa took us to Oyster Bay hotel facing the sea where we stayed during our stay in Dar es Salem. Musa assured us that our missing backpacks would turn up in a day or two. We took it easy for the day. Our backpacks arrived the next day without the fancy cloths we had wrapped them in! Musa was in charge of all arrangements. Our original plan was to visit Zanzibar. Musa said it was not safe then and so we dropped it. We had included Selous game reserve but Musa ruled it out because of the rainy season and poor facilities. The final list was Mikumi, Ngorongoro, Serengeti, Maniyara, and Kilimanjaro National park&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/13/b_dae_es_salem_view_from_hotel_copy.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=554,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=554,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/b_dae_es_salem_view_from_hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="221" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/b_dae_es_salem_view_from_hotel.jpg" title="B_dae_es_salem_view_from_hotel" alt="B_dae_es_salem_view_from_hotel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;Oyster bay- Dar es Salaam&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/tanzania_mao_11.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=908,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="363" border="0" alt="Tanzania_mao_11" title="Tanzania_mao_11" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/tanzania_mao_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" /&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We went west to Mikumi, then north to Ngorongoro ,Serengeti, south east&lt;br /&gt; to Maniyara and then to Kilimanjaro. We then took the flight to Nairobi. The &lt;br /&gt;map above gives an idea of the of the route we took.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/b_dar_es_salem_mooza_and_lakshmis_h.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="213" border="0" alt="B_dar_es_salem_mooza_and_lakshmis_h" title="B_dar_es_salem_mooza_and_lakshmis_h" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/b_dar_es_salem_mooza_and_lakshmis_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With th Musa family-Ida, Idi, Nat with Rajube, Madhav, Musa, Raja and Sattanathan.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Having sorted out the details of our trek we next asked Musa about the availability of beer to look after my problem. Musa assured us that beer was available and also wine made locally at Dodoma. That night we tried out both and found they were excellent. So we were all set and next morning took off to Mikumi&amp;nbsp; National Park by a van via Morongo. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/d_morongo_country_site.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=546,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" alt="D_morongo_country_site" title="D_morongo_country_site" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/d_morongo_country_site.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/d_morongo_market_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=528,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="211" border="0" alt="D_morongo_market_2" title="D_morongo_market_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/d_morongo_market_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;Morongo Market&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_forest_lodge_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=543,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="217" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_forest_lodge_2" title="E_mikumi_forest_lodge_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_forest_lodge_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;Mikumi forest lodge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_getting_ready.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=518,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="207" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_getting_ready" title="E_mikumi_getting_ready" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_getting_ready.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Getting shooting gear ready&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_lodge_dinner.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=554,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="221" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_lodge_dinner" title="E_mikumi_lodge_dinner" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_lodge_dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tasting Tanzanian wine and beer&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_guests.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=539,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_guests" title="E_mikumi_guests" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_guests.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_park_entrance.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=527,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="210" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_park_entrance" title="E_mikumi_park_entrance" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_park_entrance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mikumi park entrance&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumithomson_gazelles.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_parkbogged_down.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=548,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_parkbogged_down" title="E_mikumi_parkbogged_down" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_parkbogged_down.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All was not smooth inside the park!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_close_up_of_giraffes.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=560,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="224" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_close_up_of_giraffes" title="E_mikumi_close_up_of_giraffes" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_close_up_of_giraffes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_elephant_3.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=556,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="222" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_elephant_3" title="E_mikumi_elephant_3" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_elephant_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_elephants.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="213" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_elephants" title="E_mikumi_elephants" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_elephants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumithomson_gazelles_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mukumi_wild_beest.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=521,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="208" border="0" alt="E_mukumi_wild_beest" title="E_mukumi_wild_beest" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mukumi_wild_beest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikuni_park_elephant_herd.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=549,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" alt="E_mikuni_park_elephant_herd" title="E_mikuni_park_elephant_herd" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikuni_park_elephant_herd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_monkey_and_the_banana.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=546,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_park_exit_kenneth_murugu_a.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="E_mikumi_park_exit_kenneth_murugu_a" title="E_mikumi_park_exit_kenneth_murugu_a" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/e_mikumi_park_exit_kenneth_murugu_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Farewell to Mikumi&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We returned to Dar es Salaam that evening. Raja and little Madhav had arrived and we had nice evening with the Musa family. They had an adopted son Rajube and nephew Idi with them. Musa was all praise for how India was managed unlike Tanzania. Musa worked for a government department and Ida was a teacher in a management school. Musa insisted in calling his wife Lakshmi saying that when you have such a lovely name why do you use Ida! The excellence of the local beer and wine was confirmed by extensive trials. I felt sure the kidney stones would not bother me with such excellent beer available!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We visited a few Indian business men. One of them was running a small abrasive manufacturing plant. The other was really big operator who ran a number of units including a franchise for soft drinks. They appeared to be quite prosperous. We had dinner at the Gymkhana Club. We were shown bullet marks in the walls caused by armed gangs about three weeks back. During our stay in small towns and the country side we were told not to go out in the night. Surprisingly even in Nairobi no body went out at night. All the apartments were barricaded with heavy steel doors at night. This was two decades ago and may still be the case now.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Next day a friend loaned his van to go to Bogomoyo. It was a dirt road all the way. Bogomoyo was an old port from which the African slaves were shipped. This was also the town that Dr.Livingstone came to after crossing Africa west to east. There was Roman Catholic seminary and school and nothing else except the dilapidated custom house and chambers were the slaves were chained. The whole place was depressing.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_old_custom_houseoid_sl_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=522,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="208" border="0" alt="C_bogomoyo_old_custom_houseoid_sl_2" title="C_bogomoyo_old_custom_houseoid_sl_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_old_custom_houseoid_sl_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Bogomoyo custom house&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyoruins_of_prison_where_sla.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=570,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="228" border="0" alt="C_bogomoyoruins_of_prison_where_sla" title="C_bogomoyoruins_of_prison_where_sla" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyoruins_of_prison_where_sla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Ruins of slave prison&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_linvingstone_church.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=522,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="208" border="0" alt="C_bogomoyo_linvingstone_church" title="C_bogomoyo_linvingstone_church" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_linvingstone_church.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Church were Dr.Livingstone stayed&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_natmurugumadhav_and_kenn.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=531,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="212" border="0" alt="C_bogomoyo_natmurugumadhav_and_kenn" title="C_bogomoyo_natmurugumadhav_and_kenn" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/c_bogomoyo_natmurugumadhav_and_kenn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Group in front of the church&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Back in Dar it was time to pack up and get ready for the next stage of our trip. We were taking the morning flight to Kilimanjaro airport near Arusha. We&amp;nbsp; paid a farewell&amp;nbsp; visit to the Musas. Next morning Musa took us through the morning traffic to the Airport. The security at the airport stopped Nat and wanted to know what he had in the bag slung over the shoulders. Nat took out a handful of Tanzanian shillings notes to the amusement of the security staff. The security staff carried AK 47 rifles and looked a formidable lot. We were met at Kili airport and driven to Arusha where we had lunch at a hotel at the foot hills of Mount Meru.&amp;nbsp; It was a fantastic sight. With our van driver Zackaria as guide cum driver we set to Ngorongoro reserve.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/i_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=561,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="224" border="0" alt="I_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja" title="I_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/i_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Rift valley with lake Maniyara in the distance&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/14/i_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel_on.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=553,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="221" border="0" alt="I_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel_on" title="I_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel_on" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/14/i_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel_on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Lake Maniyara on the rift valley&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was day long drive past the Rift valley ,vast empty grass lands , &lt;br /&gt;a dusty drive ending up in gentle climb to the top of the Ngorongoro crater.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=604,height=602,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/map_mapofthengorongorocrater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="241" height="240" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/map_mapofthengorongorocrater.jpg" title="Map_mapofthengorongorocrater" alt="Map_mapofthengorongorocrater" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=540,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_norongoro_entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_norongoro_entrance.jpg" title="G_norongoro_entrance" alt="G_norongoro_entrance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to Ngorongoro conservation area&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=556,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_first_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="222" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_first_view.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_crater_first_view" alt="G_ngorongoro_crater_first_view" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;First view of the Ngorongoro crater&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=536,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_forest_lodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="214" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_forest_lodge.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_forest_lodge" alt="G_ngorongoro_forest_lodge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Ngorongoro forest lodge&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ngorongoro is an extinct volcanic crater. Animals have migrated&amp;nbsp; to the bed of the crater long ago. The crater is huge about 20 miles across. The park is a veritable Garden Of Eden and I will let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=558,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngongoro_crater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="223" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngongoro_crater.jpg" title="G_ngongoro_crater" alt="G_ngongoro_crater" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=539,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_flamingosjpg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_flamingosjpg_2.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_crater_flamingosjpg_2" alt="G_ngorongoro_crater_flamingosjpg_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=532,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_natmv_sat_near_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=552,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="220" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebee.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebee" alt="G_ngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=550,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_natraja_at_picn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="220" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_natraja_at_picn.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_crater_natraja_at_picn" alt="G_ngorongoro_crater_natraja_at_picn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=548,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_crater_wild_buffoloes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=530,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_craterostrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="212" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_craterostrich.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_craterostrich" alt="G_ngorongoro_craterostrich" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=545,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_craterlone_lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_craterlone_lion.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_craterlone_lion" alt="G_ngorongoro_craterlone_lion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=541,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_do_not_come_near_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_do_not_come_near_me.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_do_not_come_near_me" alt="G_ngorongoro_do_not_come_near_me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Keep off!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=544,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_elephant_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="217" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_elephant_2.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_elephant_2" alt="G_ngorongoro_elephant_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We were in a bush covered rest room when noises behind us alerted Nat to look backward and this and the next picture was the sight we saw. The elephant came with a stately gait and we beat a backward retreat step by step to our van. It gave the van a stare, let out loud hoot and sauntered away.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=581,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_elephant_corrected_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="232" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_elephant_corrected_2.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_elephant_corrected_2" alt="G_ngorongoro_elephant_corrected_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


 &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=536,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_gazelles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="214" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_gazelles.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_gazelles" alt="G_ngorongoro_gazelles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=563,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_gazelles_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="225" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_gazelles_2.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_gazelles_2" alt="G_ngorongoro_gazelles_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=548,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_huuby_and_wife_rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_huuby_and_wife_rhino.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_huuby_and_wife_rhino" alt="G_ngorongoro_huuby_and_wife_rhino" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=560,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_wildbeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="224" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoro_wildbeast.jpg" title="G_ngorongoro_wildbeast" alt="G_ngorongoro_wildbeast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=524,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngrongoro_rhino_mother_and_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="209" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngrongoro_rhino_mother_and_child.jpg" title="G_ngrongoro_rhino_mother_and_child" alt="G_ngrongoro_rhino_mother_and_child" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=546,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/gngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/gngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebees.jpg" title="Gngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebees" alt="Gngorongoro_crater_herd_of_wldebees" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_nngorongoro_crater_gazelles.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=505,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="202" border="0" alt="G_nngorongoro_crater_gazelles" title="G_nngorongoro_crater_gazelles" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_nngorongoro_crater_gazelles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/gngorongoro_giraffes.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=556,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="222" border="0" alt="Gngorongoro_giraffes" title="Gngorongoro_giraffes" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/gngorongoro_giraffes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoropride_of_lions.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=543,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="217" border="0" alt="G_ngorongoropride_of_lions" title="G_ngorongoropride_of_lions" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongoropride_of_lions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=581,height=325,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/pride_oh_lions_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/pride_oh_lions_2.jpg" title="Pride_oh_lions_2" alt="Pride_oh_lions_2" style="width: 319px; height: 178px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pride of lions about to attack the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;herd of&lt;/span&gt;


wildebeest in the background&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/g_ngorongororaja.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="G_ngorongororaja" title="G_ngorongororaja" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/15/g_ngorongororaja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Final view of Nogorongoro&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That night we&amp;nbsp; relived our experience of the most fantastic place we had visited. If there was a Garden of Eden on earth this was it and we were privileged to visit it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Early next morning we were off to Serengeti .We first drove to Olduvai gorge where the one of the oldest remains of the ancestors of man was discovered by Leakey. Then on to Naabi hill-a rocky out crop famous for its tigers. We did not see any tigers - they must have been sleeping. A long drive through the Serengeti plains made memorable by the sight of massive wildebeest migration. Soon there was a thunder storm and the plains were a sheet of water. The old Volkwagon van leaked water through the roof and we were soaked. Our luggage was drenched. Zak was apologetic when we asked if had any tarpaulins. “No rains at this time boss- very unusual”- said Zak in his Tazanian drawl. Unusual or not it again rained before we left Serengeti and our departure was delayed by a day. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Panoramic view of Olduvai&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/f_olduvaipanoramic_view_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=539,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="F_olduvaipanoramic_view_2" title="F_olduvaipanoramic_view_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/f_olduvaipanoramic_view_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;Olduvai gorge&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/f_olduvai_museumfoot_step_of_olde_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=541,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" alt="F_olduvai_museumfoot_step_of_olde_2" title="F_olduvai_museumfoot_step_of_olde_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/f_olduvai_museumfoot_step_of_olde_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Oldest foot print&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=432,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/f_olduvai_raja_with_masais_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="172" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/f_olduvai_raja_with_masais_2.jpg" title="F_olduvai_raja_with_masais_2" alt="F_olduvai_raja_with_masais_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;With Masai family (no body else volunteered for this picture)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/map_mapoftheserengeti_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=503,height=542,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="201" height="216" border="0" alt="Map_mapoftheserengeti_2" title="Map_mapoftheserengeti_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/map_mapoftheserengeti_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/17/h_naabi_hill_on_way_to_serengeti_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=552,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="220" border="0" alt="H_naabi_hill_on_way_to_serengeti_2" title="H_naabi_hill_on_way_to_serengeti_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/17/h_naabi_hill_on_way_to_serengeti_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=540,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/f_olduvai_gorge_view_on_the_way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/f_olduvai_gorge_view_on_the_way.jpg" title="F_olduvai_gorge_view_on_the_way" alt="F_olduvai_gorge_view_on_the_way" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=548,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengetion_the_way_after_rains_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengetion_the_way_after_rains_2.jpg" title="H_serengetion_the_way_after_rains_2" alt="H_serengetion_the_way_after_rains_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;Rains in Serengeti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=548,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengetiwild_beast_migration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengetiwild_beast_migration.jpg" title="H_serengetiwild_beast_migration" alt="H_serengetiwild_beast_migration" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Wilde beest migration in Serengeti plains&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_abnimal_migration.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=505,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="202" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_abnimal_migration" title="H_serengeti_abnimal_migration" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_abnimal_migration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_seregati_serenora_lodgeview_from_.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="H_seregati_serenora_lodgeview_from_" title="H_seregati_serenora_lodgeview_from_" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_seregati_serenora_lodgeview_from_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Seronora lodge -Serengeti&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_lodge.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=523,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="209" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_lodge" title="H_serengeti_lodge" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_lodge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/untitled5.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=550,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="220" border="0" alt="Untitled5" title="Untitled5" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/untitled5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=700,height=473,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_ostrich_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_ostrich_2.jpg" title="H_serengeti_ostrich_2" alt="H_serengeti_ostrich_2" style="width: 334px; height: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=522,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengetitopecs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengetitopecs.jpg" title="H_serengetitopecs" alt="H_serengetitopecs" style="width: 328px; height: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Topeks&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=509,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serenoragazelles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="203" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serenoragazelles.jpg" title="H_serenoragazelles" alt="H_serenoragazelles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=541,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/untitled1.jpg" title="Untitled1" alt="Untitled1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=547,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_plains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_plains.jpg" title="H_serengeti_plains" alt="H_serengeti_plains" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;A view of Serengeti plains&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=545,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_plains_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_plains_2.jpg" title="H_serengeti_plains_2" alt="H_serengeti_plains_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=600,height=374,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengetigiraffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_serengetigiraffs.jpg" title="H_serengetigiraffs" alt="H_serengetigiraffs" style="width: 311px; height: 193px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=517,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_sunset_at_serengeti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="206" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/18/h_sunset_at_serengeti.jpg" title="H_sunset_at_serengeti" alt="H_sunset_at_serengeti" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sunset over Srengeti plains&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The pictures above give an idea of the vastness of the Serengeti plains. The migration of the wildebeest across the plains was sight to see. It was annual feature coinciding with the rainy season and the animals did not recognize any political barriers. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Seronara lodge was in the middle of no where (so to say). It was built to blend with natural rock formation called ‘Kopchi’.&amp;nbsp; At night and in early morning the corridors outside the rooms had animals especially gazelles. The rain continued next day and there were rivulets on the road ,some quite deep .So we had to wait another day before leaving. We went round to see the flooded pathways. The pictures below shows the extent of flooding. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=567,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/18/h_serengeti_rains.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_rains_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=567,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="226" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_rains_2" title="H_serengeti_rains_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_rains_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_floods_2_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=766,height=549,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="306" height="219" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_floods_2_2" title="H_serengeti_floods_2_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_floods_2_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Effect of rain in Serengeti&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The food after a day became difficult to stomach what with ostrich eggs and meat without any vegetables. Murugu asked the chef what meat he was serving. Pat came the reply- ‘Dead animal. What do you think?’ Murugu subsisted on bread and butter till we left. Having nothing to do we wandered around the plains when the rains abated we came across a camp of tents occupied mainly by foreigners who were observing wild animals. We came across a young German girl doing her doctoral research in Cambridge. She was watching the mating habits of foxes! We invited her to Seronora lodge for dinner. Murugu insisted that we dress up decently. Both the girl’s and our evening was made of steak of dead animals and was downed with bottles of Dodoma wine! ￼&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_dinner.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=569,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="227" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_dinner" title="H_serengeti_dinner" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After an extra day in Serengeti, we left the next morning for Maniyara Game reserve. We had to cross the flooded crossing and after Nat waded to check the depth. The trawler in the picture below pulled across.&lt;br /&gt; ￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_floods_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=507,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="202" border="0" alt="H_serengeti_floods_1" title="H_serengeti_floods_1" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/h_serengeti_floods_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We decided to cut short our stay in Maniyara so that our trek up Kilimanjaro would not be affected very much. We ran out out of fuel for our van about an hour away from Arusha. After a long wait Murugu was able to clamber up a lorry, go to Arusha, find our contact and come back with fuel. The result was that we reached Maniyara lodge late in the evening. We got stranded in a lovely place with a fantastic view of Kilimanjaro.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/untitled4.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=487,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="194" border="0" alt="Untitled4" title="Untitled4" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/untitled4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Rescued at last&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There were Masai tribes in the distance staring at us. We were later on told by our contact in Arusha that it was dangerous place to get stranded. In retrospect the look of terror on our driver Zak’s face should have warned us. We reached Maniyara lodge late in the evening. Next morning we had a fantastic view from the lodge located on the edge of the rift valley of the Maniyara lake. We had an early start the next day after breakfast and drove round the Maniyara game reserve&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼.&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel__2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=553,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="221" border="0" alt="I_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel__2" title="I_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel__2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyararift_valley_with_hotel__2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyaraview_of_rift_valley_and_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=552,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="220" border="0" alt="I_maniyaraview_of_rift_valley_and_2" title="I_maniyaraview_of_rift_valley_and_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyaraview_of_rift_valley_and_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_hippos_bathing.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="I_maniyara_hippos_bathing" title="I_maniyara_hippos_bathing" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_hippos_bathing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyarahippos_in_pond.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=539,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" alt="I_maniyarahippos_in_pond" title="I_maniyarahippos_in_pond" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyarahippos_in_pond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_tusker.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=524,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="209" border="0" alt="I_maniyara_tusker" title="I_maniyara_tusker" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_tusker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=561,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="224" border="0" alt="I_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja" title="I_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/i_maniyara_lakemadhav_and_raja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;








&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/untitled2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=545,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" alt="Untitled2" title="Untitled2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/untitled2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maniyara was a small game reserve on the banks of Maniyara lake. It would have been lovely to walk round but as we had lost nearly two days we drove around. Herds of elephants and hippos lounging in the water were a sight to see.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the afternoon we drove to Marangu village on the foothills of Kilimanjaro. We stayed in Kibo hotel, a small clean place. We relaxed in the evening and prepared for an early morning climb up by the Marengu route. This route was an easy climb with sleeping huts at each halt. &lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=490,height=456,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/map_mapofkilimanjaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="196" height="182" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/map_mapofkilimanjaro.jpg" title="Map_mapofkilimanjaro" alt="Map_mapofkilimanjaro" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


 &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had originally planned to climb to Horombo huts with night halts at Mandara huts and Horombo huts and then climb down. Our lost time on the way meant that we had to stop at Mandara huts and return.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=235,height=188,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/kilimanjaroentrace_to_marangu_route.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/kilimanjaroentrace_to_marangu_route.jpg" title="Kilimanjaroentrace_to_marangu_route" alt="Kilimanjaroentrace_to_marangu_route" style="width: 144px; height: 113px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Entrance -Marangu route &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We decided to lighten our backpacks by not carrying beer. We were told there would be plenty of beer in Mandara hut. So up we went with great excitement. The vegetation was tropical to start with and higher up we had high grass land. As we went only to Mandara there was vegetation though thinning a bit at the end. It took us about seven hours and we reached in the afternoon. The gradient was not very steep but we soon ran out of water and Murugu suffered from cramps. It rained off and on. Those days no proper trekking shoes were available in India and we had to use hunter canvas shoes. You developed blisters after a long trek.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;First disappointment was no beer as the German party before us had depleted stocks. We had to make do with the sweet passion fruit drinks which made us even thirstier.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=536,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/k_mandara_view_of_kilimanjaro_on__2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="214" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/k_mandara_view_of_kilimanjaro_on__2.jpg" title="K_mandara_view_of_kilimanjaro_on__2" alt="K_mandara_view_of_kilimanjaro_on__2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=537,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/k_mandarahalf_way_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="214" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/k_mandarahalf_way_down.jpg" title="K_mandarahalf_way_down" alt="K_mandarahalf_way_down" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=538,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/k_madara_hut_on_way_to_mount_kilima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="215" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/k_madara_hut_on_way_to_mount_kilima.jpg" title="K_madara_hut_on_way_to_mount_kilima" alt="K_madara_hut_on_way_to_mount_kilima" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=542,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/k_mandara_huts_half_way_to_kilimanj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="216" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/k_mandara_huts_half_way_to_kilimanj.jpg" title="K_mandara_huts_half_way_to_kilimanj" alt="K_mandara_huts_half_way_to_kilimanj" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=543,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/kmandara_chalet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="217" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/kmandara_chalet.jpg" title="Kmandara_chalet" alt="Kmandara_chalet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With the evening the weather turned chilly. We had an early dinner and with torch lights we sat round cursing the lack of beer. Nat suddenly jumped up shouting ‘Eureka. I got it. Where is that Raja?’ We walked to Raja’s cabin.&lt;br /&gt;Nat-&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;‘Take that bottle out’&lt;br /&gt;Raja looking furious like an African hunter facing a tiger denied having anything. Nat did not give up and threatened to search Raja’s backpack. Raja gave up and handed over a bottle of 12 year old Black Dog. This warmed us and carries us through till we slept.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=517,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="206" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/untitled3.jpg" title="Untitled3" alt="Untitled3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next morning we trekked down to Marangu village. Coming down was more difficult due to slippery slopes and our raw feet. We limped back to Kibo hotel. Hot baths, beer and lunch revived us. We wandered about the village and returned before dark as it was not very safe. After a few beers we found Murugu missing. Zac our guide looked very pale and kept muttering ’very unsafe’. We found Murugu in the village Art gallery admiring local art by candle light. We had to drag him back!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had a bagful of Tanzanian currency at the end of the trip. We had contacted Musa and he sent over his nephew Idi to take it back. This was Idi’s first plane trip and he was delighted. We had a delightful evening made great by the hotel cook making some Indian dishes. The Dodoma wine and Tanzanian beer and local folk songs sung by Idi and others made it very lovely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Next morning we packed up, and were driven to the Kilimanjaro International airport for our flight to Nairobi at night. We had our final view of the fantastic of Kilimanjaro with&amp;nbsp; snow on the peak.We told ourselves one day we will be back and climb it. It never happened.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼


&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=514,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/j_kibo_hotel_where_we_stayed_before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="205" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/j_kibo_hotel_where_we_stayed_before.jpg" title="J_kibo_hotel_where_we_stayed_before" alt="J_kibo_hotel_where_we_stayed_before" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kibo hotel&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=526,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/19/m_kilimanjarofinal_view_on_the_way_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="210" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/04/19/m_kilimanjarofinal_view_on_the_way_.jpg" title="M_kilimanjarofinal_view_on_the_way_" alt="M_kilimanjarofinal_view_on_the_way_" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Bye , bye Kili&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We bid goodbye to Zak, our guide and driver for the last few days. We had a long wait at the airport and spent our time reminiscing about our experiences. Idi left in the afternoon for Dar with the bag of Tanzanian money. It was a good thing as we found that it was not possible to change the money and also we were prohibited from taking Tanzanian money out. Murugu went round investigating the conversion rates with unofficial dealers and what others in our position did. Unfortunately one of was a custom official in mufti who passed on information to the security that we were trying to carry Tanzanian money out. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When the flight was announced for Nairobi, the security staff, all armed with AK rifles, duly warned us that carrying Tanzanian money out side was an offense and asked us to come clean. When we said we had nothing they did not believe us. One by one we were searched in the security room and as luck would have it I was the last. The guard decided that I was the one with the money! After an initial search the guard looked at my pocket and said I had a nice pen. I was carrying a gold Cross pen. I should have taken the broad hint but I was much younger and very angry and did not respond.&amp;nbsp; What followed was&amp;nbsp; complete stripping and internal examination. My friends were worried as the flight threatened to take off. At last in total disgust the security allowed me to go and I rushed partly dressed to the aircraft. Nat’s comment- “You stupid fool. Why did you not give him the pen.” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were in Nairobi for three days .There is nothing much to write about Nairobi after the Tanzanian experience. Nairobi was a small town with a lot of British looks and people around. After 6pm it was unsafe to go out and most apartments and houses with were barricaded with iron grills. The only place I would mention is a restaurant on the outskirts called “Carnivore”, which served all sorts of meats. Surprisingly it had only one vegetable dish and that was the Kerela AVIAL! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We flew back to Madras and I was in the surgeon’s hands in a few days time. I recovered and was back to normal and was able to resume trekking with my friends with out any problems. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Raja Ramakrishnan&lt;br /&gt;April 2008 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>Fading Memories</title>
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        <summary>Fading memories of the land of our origin and of our lives there have been put down for the grand children.When they suddenly develop a longing for spicy chemmeen or banana chips fried in coconut oil or paladaiprathaman or boiled...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fading memories of the land of our origin and of our lives there have been put down for the grand children.When they suddenly develop a longing for spicy chemmeen or banana chips fried in coconut oil or paladaiprathaman or boiled rice they may have been at a loss. Not after reading these fading memories.They will be able to tie up lot of their quirks.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fading Memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Twilight over Kerala&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why Kerala? The reason being our earliest known ancestors lived there. The Brahmin community settled down, or was invited by local chiefs, when there was need for priests in a particular area. They used their knowledge-based training and ability to memorize large amount of data in other professions also. This was a forerunner of the present day immigration to western countries for software development.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There is a strong association of Thanjavoor with the Brahmins. During the Chola and Pallava periods, there must have been a large demand for Brahmins. This dried out when these dynasties fell. Then the migration must have started .A big colony of Brahmins settled down in Palghat and migrated to other parts of Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally let me reiterate that this is written for my grandchildren who do not have much of an idea about of the land of their origin. Some of them stay on the other side of the world far away from Kerala. When they grow up and find they have some quirky ideas and behavior not associated with their upbringing they will realize where it all came from!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God’s own Country&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Even today, when you visit Kerala you are amazed at the beauty of the landscape and of what remains of the forests. Just imagine what it would have been at the turn of twentieth century! You get to Kerala from the Kovai plains through the Palakkad Gap of the Western Ghats.The immigrant Brahmins must have got through by Bullock carts. Later on came the railways and even by train the journey was awesome with the train hauled by two powerful HP Elephant class Steam engines. These engines were attached at Pothanoor and the train wended its way up at a snail’s pace with the engines belching steam and smoke. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Palakkad was a small urban center with extensive paddy fields in the old days. Here were the Brahmin villages consisting of single lanes with small houses adjacent to each other with the paddy fields nearby. The Brahmins cultivated these fields with the help of labor who were paid a pittance in money or kind. The town itself was dominated by a fort built by Tippu Sultan. Even when I first saw the place in the 30s of the last century it was breathtakingly beautiful with paddy fields and the distant mountains for the backdrop. The Brahmins lost their agricultural lands when the communist government took over in 1950s. Industrialization has claimed most of the paddy fields.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Trisoor is short distance away to the west. What is today a few hours journey by train, bus or car must have taken a few days in bullock carts in the old days.Trisoor was the home of my grandparents in the late 1800s.The town is built round Vadakkanathan temple on what must have been a small hillock. This was the center of the town with a circular road round the temple from which radiated other roads. There was a sizable Christian population and there were religious riots some times. Trisoor was also the residence of the British Resident to the Cochin State in the Colonial days. My grandfather’s house still stands at the time of writing this. It is a typical Kerala house with a street entrance on the Shornoor road leading from the temple round to Shornoor-an important railway Junction from where the railway went north to Malabar or west to Cochin and Ernakulam. There a lot of land at the back where cows were kept.&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_050_3.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="202" height="151" border="0" alt="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_050_3" title="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_050_3" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_050_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather’s house was built about 1880.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The center


 of Trisoor is the round in the middle of which is Vadakunathan temple dedicated to Siva. The temple is over a thousand years and was in the middle of a teakwood forest called Thekinkadu. This forest was said to have been cleared by Raja Rama Verma popularly called Sakhtan Tamburan. He is the maker of modern Trisoor. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What makes Trisoor famous and well known is the Pooram festival held usually annually between mid April and mid May depending on which day the Pooram star is ascendant. This a unique festival the likes of which is not seen anywhere in the world. A procession of caparisoned elephants from two rival temples -Tiruvembadi and Parmekavu-culminates late at night into a duel of fireworks each trying to outdo the other. The supporters of each temple are very partisan and the winning side depends on which temple you belong to. Pooram festival is very special to me as I was born on Pooram day in 1928 though fortunately not in Trichur as otherwise I might have born deaf! I have to make a confession. I have never seen the Pooram fully as I used to fall asleep every time I went!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vasanta spent her childhood in Trisoor and is staunch supporter of Parmekavu temple in the Pooram contest. My family was in the Tiruvembadi camp. It seems to be a Romeo and Juliet situation.&lt;br /&gt;￼ &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/vasantas_house.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="192" height="144" border="0" alt="Vasantas_house" title="Vasantas_house" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/vasantas_house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vasanta’s house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;￼&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/250pxvadakumnathan_temple_gate.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=250,height=167,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="250pxvadakumnathan_temple_gate" title="250pxvadakumnathan_temple_gate" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/250pxvadakumnathan_temple_gate.jpg" style="width: 194px; height: 129px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





Vadakunathan temple gate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼ &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/200pxthrissurpooramkuda.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=200,height=171,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="171" border="0" alt="200pxthrissurpooramkuda" title="200pxthrissurpooramkuda" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/200pxthrissurpooramkuda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





Caparisoned elephants at Trisoor Pooram&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/250pxparamekkavu_temple.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=250,height=188,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="250pxparamekkavu_temple" title="250pxparamekkavu_temple" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/250pxparamekkavu_temple.jpg" style="width: 201px; height: 152px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


 


&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pamekavu temple&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ￼


&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/250pxthiruvambadi_srikrishna_temple.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=250,height=188,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="250pxthiruvambadi_srikrishna_temple" title="250pxthiruvambadi_srikrishna_temple" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/250pxthiruvambadi_srikrishna_temple.jpg" style="width: 211px; height: 159px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


a&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tiruvembadi&amp;nbsp; temple&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=300,height=348,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/14/basilica_trisoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/14/basilica_trisoor.jpg" title="Basilica_trisoor" alt="Basilica_trisoor" style="width: 212px; height: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Basilica- Trisoor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My father was born in the house pictured above and lived and his schooling in Trisoor. I have spent only a little time in Trisoor, mainly during holidays. So my knowledge of our home town is rather meager. I remember playing badminton with my cousins in the backyard of my grandfather’s house, walking to the palace and museum. The Zoo next door had a big collection of snakes, which fascinated me. On the way was a huge public bathing tank, which has now been converted into a big tank for storing water for city supply. In the evenings, we went to my uncle’s textile shop next to which my father owned a small building, which had been leased to a Muslim shop owner. I enjoyed these visits as the shop owner plied me with sugar candies. Alas, these old buildings built at the turn of last century have been replaced with shopping complexes. Just a little away from the round we visited the paddy fields owned by my father and uncle. All the paddy fields have been built over. My aunt and mother took me to Tripayaar&amp;nbsp; temple near Trisoor crossing by boat to reach the temple. It left an indelible of the beauty of the temple but I had forgotten the name until I asked Vasanta a few years back. A vivid memory is watching a Douglas Fairbanks silent movie in a touring cinema under canvas tents in the round. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vasanta says that the walk from her house to the temple took about ten minutes. Now with the traffic and potholed roads it takes three times as much. In September 2007, my daughter in law and son took Vasanta and me to Trisoor to celebrate her 70th birthday. We revisited our old haunts&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_007.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="205" height="154" border="0" alt="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_007" title="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_007" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ￼ &lt;br /&gt;Guruvayoor temple near Trichoor&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_041.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="207" height="155" border="0" alt="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_041" title="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_041" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tripayaar temple near Trisoor&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Trishoor has changed and the town with its pot holed roads and traffic is very different from the old Trisoor in my memory with verdant rice fields all around. The glorious eternal temples are still there and of course the breathtaking backwaters. Old churches are still there with new ones added. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Going north from Palakkad, you went deeper into what was called British Malabar -a hilly place with a pristine beauty of its own. Wherever the terrain allowed it there were paddy fields. This was the land of Moppalas and the coast was not far off for them to trade by boats with the Arab lands on the northwest. You could find Christian Missionaries trying to convert the local population. The village of Manjeri lay between Malapuram and Kundotti -two strong Mopalla strong holds. The anti British revolts of 1790 and the Moppalah rebellion of 1920s took place in and around Manjeri. The last I visited Manjeri was in 1983. The paddy fields and forested hills had disappeared to be replaced by an industrial estate and building complex. Near the Annakayam river where we used to play in the dry seasons a big bridge spans the river.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In the 1930s, my father practiced as a doctor here and I spent my early
childhood in Manjeri. The village consisted of one dirt road above
which were hills. Below paddy fields extended to the foot of the hills
at the bottom. It was breathtakingly beautiful. My parents sent me to a
preschool for harjans run by the Christian missionaries. Later on, I
had my schooling in the Board school perched on a hill overlooking
paddy fields. The way back from school was through paddy fields. The
Manjeri of those days was a sylvan village with very basic faculties. We
had to do with once a week postal delivery, bus service, hurricane lanterns, and
petromax for lighting at night. Quite a difference from the present day
bustling Manjeri with an Airport 22 kilometers away!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/scan.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=468,height=472,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="187" height="188" border="0" alt="Scan" title="Scan" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



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&lt;br /&gt;
 Manjeri countryside &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/nprs_house_manjeri.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=488,height=448,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="195" height="179" border="0" alt="Nprs_house_manjeri" title="Nprs_house_manjeri" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/nprs_house_manjeri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;House in Manjeri&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=473,height=703,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/majeri_mid_30s_winnowing_rice_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/majeri_mid_30s_winnowing_rice_3.jpg" title="Majeri_mid_30s_winnowing_rice_3" alt="Majeri_mid_30s_winnowing_rice_3" style="width: 183px; height: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 


 Winnowing paddy- Manjeri&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
A road to the north west led to Kozhikode. Many Brahmins had settled in
this old town known for its maritime traditions. They made their
fortunes as doctors and lawyers during the British rule. Vasanta’s
father and grandfather lived here and were well known Lawyers.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
.￼ &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/vasco_de_gama_landing_place.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=450,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="131" height="175" border="0" alt="Vasco_de_gama_landing_place" title="Vasco_de_gama_landing_place" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/vasco_de_gama_landing_place.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ￼ &lt;br /&gt;
Site of Vasco de Gamma’s landing&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/zheng_hi_navigation_chart_to_kozhik.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=258,height=351,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="136" height="186" border="0" alt="Zheng_hi_navigation_chart_to_kozhik" title="Zheng_hi_navigation_chart_to_kozhik" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/zheng_hi_navigation_chart_to_kozhik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zheg Hi navigation chart to Kozhikode 1430&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
Kozhikode is a historical town with a hoary past trading in spices like
black pepper and cardamom with Jews, Arabs, Phoenicians, Chinese, Dutch
and Portuguese more than 500 years ago.Vasco de Gama landed in Kappad in
1498 and was received by the Zamorin.This was the beginning of the
western intrusion into India which finally led to the British rule. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
South of Kozhikode lay the Queen of Arabian Sea- Kochi with its twin
town of Ernakulam. Kochi was home to one of the oldest Jewish
communities in the world .The old synagogue is one of the sights of
Kochi. There was a big Brahmin population in Ernakulam. Vasanta studied
here and had her home here until she got married.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/maharajas_college_ernakulam.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=580,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="223" height="162" border="0" alt="Maharajas_college_ernakulam" title="Maharajas_college_ernakulam" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/maharajas_college_ernakulam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Maharajas College- Ernakulam&lt;br /&gt;
￼ &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/anata_sadan_ekm.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=541,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="216" height="146" border="0" alt="Anata_sadan_ekm" title="Anata_sadan_ekm" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/anata_sadan_ekm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Vasanta’ mother’s house -Ernakulam&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=331,height=264,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/portugues_cochin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/portugues_cochin.jpg" title="Portugues_cochin" alt="Portugues_cochin" style="width: 231px; height: 183px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dutch Cochin&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/mural_mattancheri_palace.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=200,height=133,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/mural_mattancheri_palace_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=200,height=133,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="133" border="0" alt="Mural_mattancheri_palace_2" title="Mural_mattancheri_palace_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/mural_mattancheri_palace_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mural- Mattancheri palace&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/13/chinese_fishing_nets_kochi_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=210,height=160,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="210" height="160" border="0" alt="Chinese_fishing_nets_kochi_2" title="Chinese_fishing_nets_kochi_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/13/chinese_fishing_nets_kochi_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chinese fishing nets- Cochin&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=321,height=500,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/14/kochi_synagoue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/14/kochi_synagoue.jpg" title="Kochi_synagoue" alt="Kochi_synagoue" style="width: 219px; height: 342px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kochi synagogue&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/14/cheraman_juma_masjid.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=270,height=175,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Cheraman_juma_masjid" title="Cheraman_juma_masjid" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/14/cheraman_juma_masjid.jpg" style="width: 218px; height: 142px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Cheraman Juma Masjid-Trichoor district-said to be the oldest mosque in India.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/periplus_map.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=438,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="175" border="0" alt="Periplus_map" title="Periplus_map" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/periplus_map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
The Periplus of the Erythraean Sea -1 Century AD- Showing sea routes to Kerala&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Kerala has from the very ancient times seen Greeks, Romans,
Phoenicians, Jews, Arabs and Christians come as refugees or traders and
lived in harmony. They brought the world to Kerala. Alas, the harmony
is there no more. Money has poured in from people working in Middle
East and there is wealth, education but alas, it has not shown results.
Fortunately, man has not been able to destroy the beauty and charm of
the land.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
Old temples, churches, mosques, the landscape, the hills and mountains,
the backwaters preserve the old Kerala but urban areas have been taken
over by concrete jungles. &lt;br /&gt;
￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_042.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="230" height="173" border="0" alt="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_042" title="Kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_042" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/11/kerala_sep_27_to_oct_2_042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


 &lt;br /&gt;
The eternal beauty of the backwaters &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One memory of Kerala that will never fade is the food. It is impossible to write about the food in Kerala. One has to savor it. Who can forget the timeless favorites like Chakkavaratti, Puttu, Avial, Nendranga varuval, Paladaprathaman, Jaggery payasam doused in ghee, Vegetable stew made with fresh coconut milk,&amp;nbsp; Appam made from batter fermented with fresh toddy, Kareemeen, Spicy Chemmmen. Coconut and its milk makes it way into all the Kerala dishes. If you are young, you indulge in them. If you are old, you dream about them.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A brief description of the land and the towns where our ancestors lived is a necessary background to our lives. Modern day migration has moved a lot of us out of Kerala into different parts of the world but such is the beauty of the land that it shaped us in unknown ways and keeps harking back to us wherever we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RAJA RAMAKRISHNAN&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The pictures in 'Fading Memories' have been taken by me or unloaded from the internet.My thanks are to various sources in internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE BARES - PART 2</title>
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        <summary>Part 2 (Enter Carnatic Bear-he is young mod and reasonably good looking- he almost prances into the room.) C Bear: Good morning, good morning, good morning- I am Carnatic Bear- Are you the Cool Cat who advertised in the Hindu?...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Part 2&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Enter Carnatic Bear-he is young mod and reasonably good looking- he almost prances into the room.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good morning, good morning, good morning- I am Carnatic Bear- Are you the Cool Cat who advertised in the Hindu?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How do you do young man?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please sit down. Can I get you something to drink?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sure baby- any old variety will do.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We serve the best toddy and our Arrack is second to none.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Exits)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now young man - Tell me about your self and your prospects.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cut the caper grand dad- where is the bird, you know the chick who wants a husband.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Rises and does a couple of dance steps- almost bumps into Mother who returns with a try of four glasses. She gives him one and leaves the other two and takes one herself)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Say who is this, in the Mother Hubbard.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/03/goldilocks_5.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=587,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Goldilocks_5" title="Goldilocks_5" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/03/goldilocks_5.jpg" style="width: 204px; height: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(trying to be restrained) I must follow father’s advice about being restrained.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Er- Meet my daughter Goldilocks .&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well, well, well- say baby why all this drapery- you know cloth (feels it) won’t sell this (feels it again0- not enough body- not your body love, the cloth- your body is I am sure divine- ha ha ha - let us try this nectar- good- very good.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Goldilocks tries to drink through the burka, fails, lifts it up and quaffs, she has her back to Carnatic Bear, so he does not see her face)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(To Goldilocks) Do you dance?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is no use being restrained- father is wrong- this man is like me (wiggles over to him) Hello Big Boy- have you got lots of money?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Money, never heard of it- I have lots and lots of stock- my elder brother Armenian Bear calls them current assets but he is a bit conservative- Baby I have got no order bales, full pressed bales, undyed rolls, off shade rolls and lots and lots of loose pieces- I have got plenty and people owe me lots of money- I keep telling my elder brother it is better to be a creditor than a debtor- isn’t nice that people owe me so much lolly- it makes me kind of rich.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh my hero- people owe you a lot of money, how fantastic- you must be very, very rich- I am beginning to fall in love with you (they dance round the room- father and mother look shocked)&lt;br /&gt;But tell me Carnatic Bear, may I call you that- tell me do people owe you a lot of money.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh yes millions and millions that is why I am so poor.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But you just said that you were rich-come, come you must have lots of money otherwise you couldn’t lend so much to have people owing you millions and millions.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh it&amp;nbsp; is quite simple- I sell them cloth and when I add up all my bills I am rich- but when they don’t pay me I become poor- But I feel rich.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You are suffering from lack of liquidity.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh don’t say that- you sound like my elder brother Armenian Bear- But I have fixed him- I am going to have regional bears all over the land and these will collect lots of money and I will&amp;nbsp; be rich and happy. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You sound just the man my daughter is looking for.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(to Goldilocks) Say baby - I dig you really but what do you look like- I want to look at you- I like to see my birds- Are you lovely to look at, delightful to hold and heaven to kiss.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You are forward young man.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh mother don’t stop him- isn’t he beautiful- lovely man&amp;nbsp; (turns to Carnatic Bear)&amp;nbsp; come on Big Boy- you and I can make sweet music together-Ooh, oooh, ooooh ( they dance very, very mod ) where do you live- oh there I know it- I will meet you at six and then you can see what I look like and I will see what you are like- what a ball we will have.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We’ll have a ball, a right royal ball&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In love, in love we are bound to fall&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are rich, we are rich, we are full of bales&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And we really don’t care a damn about our sales.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is not the money that is so pure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It’s the debts we can secure, secure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How can we fail, how can we fail&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When all we have to do is make a sale&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are going to have Regional Bears&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And we don’t care a hoot about the stocks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What is important and full of fascination&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Is that we are going to capitalise on the situation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(dances out of the room as Goldilocks faints)&lt;br /&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Some body is coming- get up Goldilocks- get up&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;( Goldilocks staggers to her feet- takes a big gulp from her drink-and lurches somewhat unsteadily)&lt;br /&gt;(tap at the door)&lt;br /&gt;Come in.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Enter Mill Bear- he looks strong and sure of himself but rather rough in his dress and speech)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Good Morning- you must be Mr.Mill Bear- how nice of you to have called- do sit down.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good Morning Sir- I am a plain, simple, blunt man- I am&amp;nbsp; looking for a wife- where is the girl who wants a husband?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh, oh- that is me (wiggles up to him) - are you real?-&lt;br /&gt;(lifts her burka to her knees) -how do you like them? Are they not the most beautiful in the World?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(gets hold of the burka- Goldilocks tries to pull back) Wait let me examine properly.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No, no, no - only after marriage (but gets close to him)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Shocked) What audacity.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(merely looked shocked)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(after intensely examining the cloth) Pooh seconds damaged, that is how I would classify.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You are insulting. My daughter has not as much looked at a man.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Who is taking about your daughter?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What is seconds damaged then?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cloth. The examiner who passed it should be shot.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh! You darling man- never mind the cloth-you will like what is covered.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am some what conservative in my views.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So am I, so am I- How lovely it is to be conservative- I, I love a conservative man- and I think I am going to fall in love with you- do you like my hands-(sings)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; I like you very much&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; I think you are grand&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And when our eyes do touch &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My heart begins to beat the band.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Backing away) What is all this talk about love.I told you I am a practical man. I marry only for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;(Mother and Father look shocked- Goldilocks is very happy)&lt;br /&gt;My wife should be able to cook well.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why don’t you marry a hotel keeper?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I tried to do that. But all hotel keepers are men.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How rude. He is rightly called Bear.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Turning to father) Now sir what about the other specifications of your daughter?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Specifications! I don’t understand.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I shall explain to you. When I buy a machine I must know all about it. I must know its dimensions, drive, feed, speed, rate of delivery etc. These are called specifications. What are your daughter’s specifications?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Bewildered- turning to mother) My dear I hardly understand- can you help dear?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (For once at a loss) Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi :&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Going to Mill Bear near the front of the stage). I shall give you the specifications. Height 5ft 9in.Weight 170 lbs. Vital statistics 30, 42, 30. - Feed I eat practically nothing, a bottle of whisky a day will do. Speed- people tell me I lead a very fast life. Delivery - (almost melting) I too like a large family. Shall we say one child every year. I doubt whether any one could deliver faster.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now Mr.Mill Bear - tell me about yourself and your prospects.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi;:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Are you rich- you divine handsome man- bu I adore riches.&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/03/goldilocks_9.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=599,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Goldilocks_9" title="Goldilocks_9" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/03/goldilocks_9.jpg" style="width: 211px; height: 157px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am I rich? That is a difficult question to answer- I own 240 acres- have a lot machinery and buildings and workers- but I somehow don’t seem to have much money- My elder brother Armenian Bear says that it is all due to my twin Carnatic Bear- Carnatic Bear blames me and Armenian&amp;nbsp; Bear- I think they are both responsible- Do you know I make enough cloth in a year to go round the globe five times.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh, you are rich- you must be rich- you have got lots and lots of cloth- Do you like me? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, but I want to see what you really look like. Will you take that Burka off?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(demurely) No, not before marriage (slaps him on the back) Eh, eh. eh you are a card semi high production- you are too much for a poor quiet girl like me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I cannot pass her unless I inspect her- I have very strict rules about these things.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh, I have a lovely figure- but you will have to wait honey boy- mother says I an so modest.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This won’t do- every thing I get must be damage free, result in high efficiencies and give good realisation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What are you saying Mr.Mill Bear?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have only three rules in life- high efficiencies, zero defects and good realisation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I think you are impertinent.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is right dear- I wish I had thought of these things when we got married- In nearly 40 years of married life I’ve had plenty of defects, zero efficiency and no dam realisation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (sidles up to Mill Bear) You gorgeous man- I am all for quality control- except my quality is good that it can’t be controlled- oh, oh- How about your quality honey chile (feels the muscle on his arm) Ah like tempered steel- Mmm, you are a gorgeous hunk of a man- where do you live- Oh there I will meet you at 8’0 Clock- and then you can have your inspection. Will there be lots to drink? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(not liking the way it is going- to Mill Bear) If there is nothing else can we say Good Morning?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(to father and mother) Well thank you Sir and Madam. (waves to Goldilocks who blows kisses at him). &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Exit Mill Bear&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Aside) Oh dear Mill Bear is so right- How I wish I had quality controlled my wife.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; CURTAIN&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Scene IV (in the Bears’ House- It had a dining table and three chairs and three beds- otherwise a plainly furnished room).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Enter Goldilocks (dressed as at end of scene II -She obviously is very tipsy -she lurches).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Any body home- no body- tra la la- what a cute little house- and what heavenly beds-&amp;nbsp; I drank too much again last night- ah but that gin was good- ooh- I am going to find a husband- which will it be- Armenian Bear or Carnatic house Bear or Mill Bear- I can’t choose- I am as beautiful as Helen of Troy ( marches again and hiccups) they are all rather nice- Armenian Bear- strong and serious- Carnatic Bear cute and cuddly- Mill Bear- so dynamic- what a thrill- three husbands- Should I marry all three (hiccups) what scandal- (stretches on one of the beds)- Heavenly- (gets up and moves to front of the stage)- what a lark- I have come to see if the Mill Bear wants a trial run.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Dances round the room singing)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I am getting married in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong the bell will chime.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ooh (stretches)&amp;nbsp; I’m Hungry- what is on the table- a big plate of porridge- this must be Armenian Bear’s- let us try some- ooh- (spits it out in the fire place) horrible- not at all sweet (smells it) tastes like sambar bath- awful- he is not going to marry me if this is all there is to eat- Aah what is this- the place card says Carnatic Bear- I will take a teeny weeny spoon- What has he put in it-Ganja- no wonder he was slightly high- slightly, very high&amp;nbsp; (drunkenly sobs)- he will make a bad husband- what do I care about his riches and bales- if all he will give me to eat is Ganja- May be the Mill Bear is the one (tries his plate)&amp;nbsp; Ah the bugger has laced it with rum. Now for the trial run.&lt;br /&gt;(sobs drunkly)- I’m so sad- I don’t like these three bears any more- I think I’ll go to bed- but which bed- should I choose Armenian Bear- ever so luxurious- so soft and comfortable but so dignified- lovely bed Armenian Bear has- but it is a dull bed and I’m a swinger- or should I choose Carnatic Bear’s bed- not so dignified, not so plush but such fun- this looks like a fun bed- I think I’ ll lie on it- Mmm- Divine but what I will do if his Regional Bears come. I cannot cope with all of them. I will have to get up- but there is still Mill Bear’s bed- it’ll be a rough bed- has he quality controlled it, What has he inside. I know know. He has packed all his damaged goods. That is how he gets good realisation and zero defects. Will this bed give me Zero defects, high efficiency and good realisation- I am looking for realisation- nice realisation- what fun to have Good Realization.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(gets up)-&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Which bed will I choose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Which bear will I loose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all, when all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bed’ll be where I‘ll have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What fun, what fun, what a lark&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How nice it will be when all is dark&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What fun, what fun I’ll do a few things&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bur perhaps I better wait till I get my ring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For if a bear I must win&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I must see that I do not sin&lt;br /&gt;(hears foot steps)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh they are coming home- what‘ll I do- what‘ll I do- I’d better (dives under the mill Bear’s bed)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Enter three bears)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I’ve told you Carnatic Bear you must be more careful- It is all very well to talk about Regional Bears but what of those outstandings.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes, what is the use of my zero defects, high efficiencies and good realisation, if you don’t get money for our cloth. I think I’ll have the quality control go.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But, but--&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, but Bhat wants results (turns to Mill Bear) I don’t like your overheads- every thing is so expensive- you will have to cut your costs.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You are my overheads and would like to cut you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (disgustedly) All I get is nonsense. How can you cut your head and survive? Well let us have supper. (they sit down)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Who has been eating my porridge- you two have excellent perquisites and I don’t like you taking mine, Shall have to counsel you both after supper.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; Oh my word- somebody has eaten my porridge- Come on Mill Bear own up- ever since you started quality control you’ve always wanted what I have.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Somebody has committed theft of my porridge- theft is a very serious offense and I will have this investigated by Security Bear -In the mean time I am leaving the porridge as evidence. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (they all rise)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(gets into bed) who has been sleeping in my bed-Carnatic Bear was it you- you have been trying to get into my bed- if you don’t like your bed you can have it redecorated but don’t get into mine.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’ve got my own bed and I’m getting plenty of beds for my Regional Bears- I don’t want yours. Here, I say, somebody has been sleeping in my bed- Now who could it be- could it be she- but why would anyone want to lie in Armenian Bear’s bed- could it be a check, but brother suppose it was.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Most extraordinary- somebody has been in my bed- who has been in my bed- that’s the whole trouble, of late unqualified people have been trying to&amp;nbsp; be in my bed- I won’t have it- how can I have efficiencies if people who don’t know how to be in my bed try to get into it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; This too bad- we will have to review our whole structure, I’ll have to get AFF, the management consultants, to advise me. Meantime are you two going out- I’m expecting a visitor.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So am I..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So am I.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And may I ask who your visitor is?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who is your visitor?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Our information system who demanded to know who your visitor is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Goldilocks emerges from under the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Goes to Armenian Bear- me lover boy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Goes to Carnatic Bear- me Cutekens&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Goes to Mill Bear- me honey chile&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear)&lt;br /&gt;Carnatic Bear)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mill Bear&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I’m the girl in the burka&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And if you’re aha you might win her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You complexes you might shed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like when you are getting into bed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I’m not sure, I’m not sure who I’ll choose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Which of you, oh dear, I’ll loose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You three bears are a treat&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With which one of you my fate I’ll meet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its love, love, love that makes the world go round&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But which of you, but which of you is financially sound.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear; So you are Goldilocks- ahem- you’re quite attractive.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (putting her arms around him) Beautiful- lover boy, that’s what I am- I’m radiant- I’m ravishing.&lt;br /&gt;Ar Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (visibly moved) Yes, yes you are good looking but will you make a good wife?&lt;br /&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Honey, just try me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Why don’t you choose me- I’m in love with you- you gorgeous scintillating creature- I will give you bales and bales- prints and checks- plain and dyed- all unsold- I am the man for you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ooh- how delicious- he is in love with me- Ohh (swoons).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(helps her up) Hmm- you will do- I will post a quality control board on you tomorrow- you look as though you will give high realisation, though your hair is slightly off shade.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Three Bears and Goldilocks: (dance round the room singing)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are, we are three bears &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With you, with you we will shed our cares&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How lovely with you to dance&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O please Goldilocks don’t look askance&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Which one of us will you choose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; None of us would like to loose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Armenian Bear so grave and dignified&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it to him your heart has signified&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Carnatic Bear so young and free&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With him you can drink lots and lots of whisky&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mill Bear and his zero defects&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Is it to him that your heart reflects&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tell us, tell us which one will it be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the others will turn and flee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But, but it must be told&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Please don’t let it leave you cold &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We are, we are so very poor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And for that also there is no cure&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Puffs of smoke- enter maid dressed as Fairy)&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/03/goldilocks_10.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=563,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Goldilocks_10" title="Goldilocks_10" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/03/goldilocks_10.jpg" style="width: 200px; height: 166px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt; Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Goldilocks- My Child- I’m not really your maid- I’m the good fairy who has watched over you these thirty six years- since you were born. I have come to fulfill your dreams- I have&amp;nbsp; come to bring you the richest man in the land- Don’t waste your self on these bears- they tremble before the one I shall bring- he is the one before whom all heads bow- he is (fanfare of trumpets) PRINCE BINNY&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Armenian Bear: (on one knee) Your Majesty&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Carnatic Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (on one knee) Your Exalted highness.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mill Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (on one knee) Sire&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All Three bears:&amp;nbsp; Our profits are high, our profits are high&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Please, please don’t heave a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We give you our love and fealty&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is the truth and reality.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Prince Binny:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (to bears) - rise, I’m well pleased with you- you have done well but Goldilocks is mine. Goldilocks I have the honor to request you to be my wife&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ohh. I‘m overwhelmed- yes, yes a thousand times yes- I will be yours- please don’t change your mind (they embrace). &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Song;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Goldilocks, Goldilocks will you be mine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I’ll give you rags, fents and Carncuck club wine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Is it with chindies your heart I must win&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’ll see that the Mill Manager doesn’t create a din&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/03/goldilocks_11.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=547,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="218" border="0" alt="Goldilocks_11" title="Goldilocks_11" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/02/03/goldilocks_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Armenian Bear) Three Cheers for the Prince and Princess of Binny&lt;br /&gt;Carnatic Bear&amp;nbsp; )&lt;br /&gt;Mill Bear&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Curtain Down- The show is Over&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; THE BAR IS&amp;nbsp; OPEN&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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        <title>GOLDI LOX AND THE THREE BARES-PART 1</title>
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        <summary>Carnbuck Club (defunct) apologies from the grave to the original Goldilocks and the three Bears.This play is reproduced without the permission of the of the defunct Carnbuck club, the playwright and the actors and all those who contributed to it....</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carnbuck Club (defunct) apologies from the grave to the original Goldilocks and the three Bears.This play is reproduced without the permission of the of the defunct Carnbuck club, the playwright and the actors and all those who contributed to it. Unfortunately there are few survivors.&lt;br /&gt;This play was written and produced over three decades ago by the Carnbuck Club dramatic society.Dramatic activity was popular with the employees of the company as a recreation and a relaxant from the pressures of work.The Carnbuck Club&amp;nbsp; dramatic society was an old one and had produced annual plays regularly which were very popular.This was one of the last ones before the activities ceased with the Company's problems and its take over.&lt;br /&gt;The play was a parody on the company problems and on the difficulties&amp;nbsp; parents faced in arranging matrimony in an age when the girls did not find their own husband!&amp;nbsp; It is a forerunner of Cho's political satires.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" /&gt; GOLDILOX AND THE THREE BARES&lt;br /&gt;(With the Carnbuck Club’s apologies to the original Goldilocks and Bears)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SCENE I: Living room of Goldilocks’s father’s house - a pleasant, comfortable room)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Reading a newspaper. A pile of books is beside him; they look like Balance Sheets. He looks nondescript in appearance but looks worried).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Is impatiently pacing the floor. She is tall and overbearing and the father is&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;obviously dominated by her. She is well past middle age, reasonably attractive in appearance and looks as if she has a sharp tongue.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Impatiently): What on earth are you doing - you are no help at all - can’t you see I am anxious……&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Resignedly): Yes dear…&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Will you stop “yes Dearing” me? Ever since you invested in Binny shares&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;you’ve done nothing but look at Balance Sheets.&amp;nbsp; I can’t even read the&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; newspaper, because you cut out eh latest share values.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m sorry dear. What do you want me to do, I’m so anxious.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; About what! Oh, I know it is those shares - all you think of is figures!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Figures?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yes, figures. Not women’s, stupid - share figures. Two years ago all you could say was Rs. 49 - then suddenly it became Rs. 55 - and you kept&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; talking about something called Decentralization - now you say Profit and&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; At Par.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But dear&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Mimicking him) “But dear” - what is the use of “but dear” - I’m so worried - and all you say is dividend, dividend (she sobs).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Rises and tries awkwardly to comfort her; he picks up the cleaning mop and tries to dry her tears; she pushes him away). All right dear - what is the matter? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The matter? It’s Goldilocks - our darling little daughter Goldilocks - she’s - er er - thirty five years old and not yet married - Oh dear, what are we to do&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - she’ll be an old maid!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Song from Father and Mother)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh dear, oh dear, what are we going to do, to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can&amp;nbsp; we find a husband for our Cuckoo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, she will be an old maid, old maid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of that we are mightily afraid, afraid,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wedlock is the state she must be in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or else, oh dear, she might even sin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But she is so tall, so tall,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never mind, in love we must make her fall.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somehow, somehow, we must make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And catch a man, and catch a man nappin’&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, oh yes, we’ll haul up our socks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And find a husband for our beloved Goldilocks!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She falls in love constantly- indiscriminately-&amp;nbsp; but no body falls in live with her- look at her picture on the wall- she is so lovely, so delicate- like a rose petal- so young- so untouched- so full of virtue, so modest- so good&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (looks dubiously at the picture on the wall)- isn’t that going a bit too far- she is awkward and gangling- she is old and angular- and if she is virtuous, it is not for want of trying to be otherwise- look at her clothes- look at her behavior with men.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ridiculous- how can you talk of your daughter like that- she is yours you know.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (with some spirit) How do I know that she is mine? In those days you were very friendly with Ben Leopard you know.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After thirty years of marriage you are now accusing me of being unfaithful. Why did I marry a man like you &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(starts weeping. Father looks uncertainly. Takes the floor mop and wipes her tears)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(with revulsion) Not the mop you sop.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There you go “yes Dearing” me again- the whole trouble is she does not have a dowry- you are no good at all.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; That is not true dear. I have offered to give a hundred shares of Binny Limited.&lt;br /&gt;(starts) Why don’t we advertise?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Advertise for what?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (excitedly) - Advertise for a husband for Goldilocks.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What an idea. The humiliation of it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We must be practical dear- she is going to be thirty six and twenty two.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How dare you talk of our daughter’s measurements like that- are you a tailor?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No dear, they are not her measurements- I meant she is going on to thirty six years and we have been looking for a husband for her for twenty two years- no body wants to marry her- the only sensible thing to do is to advertise in the Hindu.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Very well. What will we say?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Wanted a man with good liquidity and a favorable profit forecast, who by the use of discounted cash flow will give a return on investment of 10% after tax- he must have good growth prospects.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do not want a man with growth prospects for a son-in-law. Two years after marriage he will look like a Hippo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I got it- we will say- “Beautiful soft, sweet, modest girl, excellent family, wealthy parents, wants a companion for life from wealthy cosmopolitan bachelors- No horoscopes-advertising for selection”.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Song by Father:&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve got it, we’ve got it, we’ve got it&lt;br /&gt;A description, a description, but who will it fit&lt;br /&gt;The right man I must find,&lt;br /&gt;But to love Goldilocks he’ll have to be blind”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Song by Mother:&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, how can you, how can you be so mean&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks is as radiant as a queen,&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes, her eyes are stars,&lt;br /&gt;How can you say she’s like the planet Mars”.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Song Together:&lt;br /&gt;“Never mind, mind, a husband for her we will get,&lt;br /&gt;On that our goal is now well set&lt;br /&gt;To find a man, a suitable man we will advertise&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gods above we are sure you will sympathize,&lt;br /&gt;Please, oh please, come to our rescue&lt;br /&gt;With heads bowed and hands joined we beg you”.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;CURTAIN&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SCENE II&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks’ bedroom&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks has just women up - she is large, ungainly, middle-aged, is obviously wearing a wig - she is wearing a short nightie - rather diaphanous.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Stretching) Aah, another day - what a night, and what a hangover I have!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ooh, my head feels as if it’s going to come off.&amp;nbsp; Frenchie! Bring me a cup of tea!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Enter maid with a tea tray - she’s a real slattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/19/godilocks_1.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=561,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Godilocks_1" title="Godilocks_1" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/01/19/godilocks_1.jpg" style="width: 229px; height: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


￼&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ah, there you are, cup of tea!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or would you like some gin, that’s what you usually have when you get up.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Gin? No, no gin.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rum?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No rum.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What’s the matter with you this morning? Was it last night’s party?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yes, it was the Mill Manager’s party. He gave me lots of Royal Salute,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and danced Scottish reels with me for hours. Oh, my poor legs! Do you know what he did, Frenchie? He had his Quality Control Staff inspect&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me….my dress. Ooh. I shall sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“You are my darling sunshine, my only sunshine”&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Frenchie! Mop up my eyes!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (maid mops up Goldilock’s eyes)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Stop feeling sorry for your self Goldilocks- do you know what day today is?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I don’t and more over I don’t care. (lights a cigarette- takes a couple of &lt;br /&gt;puffs and disgustedly stubs it out) -Oof I feel awful- I shall never drink again- in fact I think I will give up smoking as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But Miss you must look your best today-three youg bears are coming to see &lt;br /&gt;meet you.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bears? Did you say bears? I can’t be hearing right.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did say bears.They are three young men with family name Bears. I hear&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; they got it because they behave like bears&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh yes, oh yes- I must dress- I must look my best- I have been trying to find a husband for twenty years- and today is the day- oh this wretched hangover.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Unsymphathetically0 Try king size aspirin- or better still take you usual slug of gin.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perhaps it is better- it will steady my nerves- what shall I wear (examines the clothes in her cupboard). I think this will be ideal- micromini skirt, see through blouse, lots and lots of perfume- and a come hither look in my eyes- they won’t be able to resist me- perhaps I will marry all three of them.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; At the same time or one after another?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( Dances excitedly around the room). No, no, no- I am just being funny stupid- I am going to hook me a man- I wonder what he will be like-tall, dark and handsome or short, fat and ugly- it makes no difference as long as he has lots of money- come on hurry- pass me my things.&amp;nbsp; (Starts dressing).&lt;br /&gt;Powder- what an alabaster complexion I now have&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick- look at this ruby red lips &lt;br /&gt;Rouge- rosy cheeks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beauty spot- even Cleopatra couldn’t have looked like this&lt;br /&gt;Perfume- Oh, how heavenly- no man will be able to resist me&lt;br /&gt;Deodorant- lovely- I feel exquisite &lt;br /&gt;Nail varnish- such lovely hands, any man’s heart will beat faster and my feet will be like twinkling daisies&lt;br /&gt;And now the dress (retreats behind a screen- emerges dressed in a micro mini, see thru blouse and slippers). Oh the hair- what a glistening mass- it is like burnished gold. (Poses in front of the mirror, does a couple of dance steps and whirls to the maid). Am I not beautiful- aren’t I the loveliest woman in the world- and I am going to get a husband- every one will fall in love with me- Ah more gin-Mmmmmm good.&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/19/goldilocks_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=1146,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Goldilocks_2" title="Goldilocks_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/01/19/goldilocks_2.jpg" style="width: 200px; height: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You look tolerable.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You lock kneed slattern- tolerable- I am exquisite, captivating, radiant, gorgeous- even the Napoleonic Nijibail Bhat will fall in love with me- how lucky I am to be so glamorous- and how the lucky will be the man who marries me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Suppose like all others, they refuse you?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (takes another sip). What a ridiculous idea - you old hag - of course they’ll want to marry me. Who can resist me now? Who are they, I wonder.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They are three brothers who live together. They don’t always get along.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gold:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Come on, come on, stop dithering.&amp;nbsp; What are their names? Oh yes, I remember, the eldest is Armenian Bear - the other two are twins; one is called Carnatic Bear and the other Mill Bear. What romantic names - who will I choose? Oh, let me see the mirror again.&amp;nbsp; Am I not beautiful? Are they rich?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were.&amp;nbsp; They come from a very old family and a famous historian, Francis D’Souza, has written a book about them.&amp;nbsp; Utter bore - not the book, but the people in it.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, a couple of years ago they became very poor - but they seem to be restoring their fortunes now.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never mind all that - are they rich? Yes or no?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m trying to tell you - &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let’s have another drink (lights a cigarette - seems slightly tipsy).&amp;nbsp; How I’m longing to get married! I’ll have lots of money and I’ll be able to drink and smoke and have a lovely time.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ENTER MOTHER&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh my darling, precious little girl - how lovely you look! Such a good girl - while other girls drink, you only have water.&amp;nbsp; Funny-smelling water, this.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maid:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes Madam, some effluent got into it.&amp;nbsp; I’ll speak to the Chief Chemist to be more careful.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Never mind, let’s go down and meet our visitors.&amp;nbsp; I’m so excited - that advertisement in the Hindu was just ideal.&amp;nbsp; We’ve got three replies and we’ve asked them to call today.&amp;nbsp; They’ve called.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Song, all together: &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We’re going to find a husband&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to comb the land&lt;br /&gt;Will he be tall, dark and handsome&lt;br /&gt;Or thin, fair and -&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter, does it matter - no no, not a jot,&lt;br /&gt;We want him to be rich and love Goldilocks a lot&lt;br /&gt;Rich, rich, rich he must be&lt;br /&gt;Without riches he’d be no better than a flea&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks, Goldilocks, is so ravishing&lt;br /&gt;And he will surely find her fascinating&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, we must be on our way, &lt;br /&gt;We’ll never find a husband if we stay!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;SCENE III: :Living Room of Goldilocks’ father’s house&lt;br /&gt;(Mother and Father are seated; Goldilocks is standing seductively by the mantel piece).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ooh, I wish they’d hurry up and come.&amp;nbsp; I’m so excited! Who will I choose? (does a little gig). Aren’t I beautiful, and isn’t my figure divine? I know they’ll say I’m more lovely than…ooh, ooh, I can’t wait!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (looks at her, shudders and turns away).&amp;nbsp; Perhaps dear you should be a bit more modest in your dress- I mean most men like homely girls who know music. That is what they all seem to advertise for.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You are really stupid- Phew- “Homely and Music”- what nonsense- they all advertise for convent educated girls and she looks just like one of them- anyway what do you want her to wear?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Something that will really flatter her- show off strong points and hide her weak ones- you know just like Companies do now a days&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perhaps he is right dear- why don‘t you change into something simple Goldilocks. Daddy is so old fashioned. (Goldilocks Exits)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I hope she is not annoyed. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;( Tap on the door) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Come in.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Enter Armenian Bear)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;( He is fat, dignified and pompous, well passed middle age)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good Morning- are you the advertiser in Box 420 in the Hindu last week?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes,Yes,Yes- we are - please sit down- what will you have to drink- you are so handsome.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To drink- well, I only drink Black Dog or Chivas Regal at eleven in the morning-perhaps some Five Star Brandy will do.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Oh dear, Oh dear- we don’t have all that-we don’t even get toddy now that the shops are closed- would you like some water?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No thanks.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Very well - you must meet my daughter.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Goldilocks.&amp;nbsp; (Off stage. Coming Mother.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My daughter is young, beautiful and modest- I have many offers of marriage for her- and only advertised for selection.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ENTER GOLDILOCKS DRESSED IN BURQUA &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yes mother- (demurely)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What on earth are you wearing? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi::&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (wiggles seductively)- You told me to be modest- Ah! Who is this&amp;nbsp; (she walks to him)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Goldilocks, this is Mr. Armenian Bear who has come to meet you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Does two or three outrageous dance steps which burl her burka upwards). How thrilling (strokes his face)- what a gorgeous man- I like your tummy (prods it )&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm.Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Backs away- in fact lowering his dignity)&amp;nbsp; Ahem. Young lady - your father advertised.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn’t he cue- Mr. Bear, what big eyes you have got- Oh you are a lovely man- so romantic- and I don’t mind your false teeth a bit.&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/19/goldilocks_6.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=545,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Goldilocks_6" title="Goldilocks_6" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/01/19/goldilocks_6.jpg" style="width: 203px; height: 138px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Arm. Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Looks shaken). (To father) As your daughter has the advantage of seeing me, it is but fair that I should now see what she looks like- I am very careful about my investments now, particularly in the human resource..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Naughty, naughty - you want a preview- not till we are married, lovely boy- Mmmm you look divine (tries to link arms with him-Armenian Bear backs away hastily)&amp;nbsp; why aren’t you- I like that- so manly.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(to father)&amp;nbsp; Sir I made what some people call- though I don’t agree- a mistake with one of my investments a few years back- and now I must be doubly careful- I insist on inspecting all goods I purchase.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am not goods- I am a baggage-you won’t find me wanting only a little wanton- Lover boy- why don’t you invite me over to your house, some time. (Tries to dance with him round the room.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now, now Goldilocks----&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Young lady (tries to disengage himself) if you will please release me, I would like to speak to your father (finally succeeds to disentangle himself) Sir, I come from a proud and ancient t family. Our family fortunes have recently been restored- I am earnest and industrious- my orders are instantly obeyed - you can find no better man than myself- now tell me about your daughter.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (nervously) My daughter, er er My daughter&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Goldilocks is the embodiment of all that is good- she is pure as a lily- as timid as a fawn- as beautiful as the moon and the stars and so virtuous.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;( ruffles Armenian Bear’s hair familiarly) Where do you live Lover Boy ( he turns to her) Oh there- I will come and see you at 5pm and then you can have a preview of Goldilocks-Aah aah aah- (struck by a sudden thought)&amp;nbsp; Have you got any whisky?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My cellar is the pride of the land- my parties are lavish- I serve only vintage scotch.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lover Boy!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Arm Bear:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Very well Sir, it was pleasant to have met you and your wife (Goldilocks throws her arms round him and blows kisses as he exits)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Goldi:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Isn’t he fab- and so rich- I like his sweet smile- so serious but such fun. Aah aaah aaah - wasn’t I modest and good and virtuous- and he never saw how beautiful I really am.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You must be more restrained dear- I think you frightened him- your gown becomes you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mother:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do I hear a tap?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Father:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do come in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FIFTEEN MINUTES INTERMISSION FOR PIT STOP AND DRINKS BREAK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>The Best Chef in the Whole world</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-43738082</id>
        <published>2008-01-06T12:46:00-05:00</published>
        <updated>2008-01-06T12:46:00-05:00</updated>
        <summary>The Best Chef in the Whole World. -Part 2 After the usual delay from the due date Rohan made his appearance at 6.07 in the evening on 26th September 1989.The parents were delighted .Aditi beamed, her face a picture of...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Best Chef in the Whole World.&amp;nbsp; -Part 2&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After the usual delay from the due date Rohan made his appearance at 6.07 in the evening on 26th September 1989.The parents were delighted .Aditi beamed, her face a picture of pleasure and for once no frown on her face. Vasanta, who had a lot faith in astrology, was in the seventh heaven as she had a fellow Libran in the family. Raja was delighted with the little fellow but secretly scared at the thought of having to hold the baby and having to change the smelly diapers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In India the nurses shoo you off after giving a brief glimpse of the baby’s genitals. In Greenville the nurse refused to disclose the sex of the baby till all legal formalities had been complied with. She had no hesitation in allowing us to hold the baby. Raja was slinking away when Vijay called him and handed over the baby to him. Raja was terrified of dropping Rohan but he was warmed by the baby's&amp;nbsp; cute smile. Raja did not have the heart to hand the baby back to Vijay. Aditi saved the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Aditi screamed&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Hand the baby back to dad.&amp;nbsp; You are going to drop my little brother.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vijay celebrated by smuggling in bottles of champagne and ice into the hospital where it was stored in the bathroom. We had to make do with bagels and cheese for a bite. Back home it was a busy time but Raja coped well as he had to learn to organize himself and standardize on the food. No more innovations came when he was in Greenville.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Raja and Vasanta returned to Madras very happy with the little help they were able to give. On the way back they stayed for a few days with their son Sekar in Los Angeles. Raja’s attempts to try his new found culinary skills was a non starter due paucity of cooking vessels in Sekar’s apartment. Raja’s euphoria with his new found culinary skills did not last long. Rashly he decided to write the exam on American History in spite of the fact that he had not done any serious reading or preparation.&amp;nbsp; He was confident that his first hand experience of America would help him through. The exam paper was itself was on subjects which were familiar to him. He expected to get an A grade but just got a pass grade. He went to his professor and complained. The professor knew him quiet well and agreed to check up. A few weeks later he told Raja that if he had corrected the paper he would have given good grades. Raja should stick to the traditional method of answering instead of writing new things which the examiner did not understand .Raja did not make the same mistake again.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vasanta told him not to go to the kitchen and make a mess. He got a little rusty. Fortunately for Raja his trekking activities came to rescue. Raja and his trekking friends went on treks regularly two or three times in year. They carried their own provisions and cooking utensils. The chief of the group, Nat, looked after the cooking. On the next trek Raja mentioned his newly acquired talent hoping to be upgraded from the dish washing chores. This could be quite unpleasant in the cold hilly terrain. Nat asked him to cook the rice. Raja being used to the rice cooker in Greenville where he just had to put the rice and water and switch on, made heavy weather of it.&lt;br /&gt;Nat- ‘Raja -I am glad you are getting interested but there are a lot of practical things you have to pick up. I will take you under my wing and teach the basics of with which you can cook anywhere. After that I will tell you basic rules you have to follow if your marriage is to survive the fact that you are a better cook than you wife and also to see that you are not relegated to the kitchen when the cook does not come.’&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Raja had a tough time for nearly a year before he was declared an acceptable cook. He was now confident of making Pulav even in the Antarctica. He also learned a few tips from Nat on how a good cook should behave himself on the domestic front. &lt;br /&gt;a) Never reveal your cooking abilities to your wife. If by misfortune she happens to find out make a mess every time you are in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;b) Never enter the kitchen when your wife is around. Treat it as enemy territory.&lt;br /&gt;c) If you are asked to make a dish for your grandchildren make your wife do the chores.&lt;br /&gt;d) Never write down or reveal your recipes. If forced leave out the vital ingredients or give wrong amounts so that the dish ends up over salted.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It is not difficult to become a cook if you put the effort but to become a chef is another matter and it took a few years before Raja was able to advance. Aditi and Rohan were making annual trips to India. Grandmothers like to think that they know every thing about bringing up children and frequently comment on their children’s lack of knowledge. When the children grew to a certain age their appetite grows exponentially. The grandmothers forget this very often. The result is a lot of yelling or sulking and thumb sucking when the under fed children’s blood sugar drops precipitously. This happened often with Aditi and Rohan .Vasanta at her wits end turned to Raja for help and made him responsible for the breakfast feed of the children. Invited inside the kitchen Raja took off and soared to great heights in culinary skills. He realized that children are finicky in their tastes and the first hurdle to cross was to find a flavor to tickle their palate. Next was to develop a nutritious food which filled them up without being a junk food. The result was Double Decker Cheese toast made with four different types of cheeses, with olive oil and a touch of butter, freshly ground Tellichery pepper and fresh herbs. The golden cheese toast had a spray of extra virgin olive oil and sprinkling of parmesan on top. This was a hit with the children. Then the children had the famous 3Bs for afternoon tea. Details of 3B are not available except that it was a crunchy snack. Raja followed the golden rule of not writing down recipes and being evasive when asked.&lt;br /&gt;Aditi and Rohan came to India every year during their holidays. The highlight of their visit was the breakfast with the Madras cheese toast and BBB for tea. They were joined in the fan club by the new Madras grandson -Vishwanath .The job of making the classics for three was a getting a bit tough when Aditi decided her figure was more important. In one of the moments of savoring and licking the toast Rohan shouted&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;‘Thath is the greatest chef in the world’.&lt;br /&gt;Vishwanath&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;‘In the WHOLE World’&lt;br /&gt;This was a rare instance off unsolicited honor from the bottom of their hearts. This honor did not come easily and without murmurs from the traditional culinary experts. Ambika, a nutritional expert had to be convinced of the food value of the Madras cheese toast. Vasanta felt that Raja was a charlatan with shallow knowledge. The youngsters shouted them down.&lt;/p&gt;

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￼&lt;br /&gt;When in the mood Raja would whip up the most original and flavorful dishes in a jiffy. LTTE Tiger Prawns with gun powder sauce is a classic. Snake gourd stuffed mint flavored minced New Zealand lamb and sautéed in hand pressed sesame oil is a winter favorite. The Petra banana finished with the color of Petra stones is a summer favorite&amp;nbsp; The praise was always muted from the rest of the family for fear of offending Vasanta who herself was gifted in theoretical culinary knowledge. This muted praise has turned into wholesome praise when the fruit compote was presented at the table and was polished off in no time. Kamini surreptitiously found that the sauce used was old balsamic vinegar and a rare sherry. The proportion remains a secret. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=180,height=150,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/05/fruit_compote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="180" height="150" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2008/01/05/fruit_compote.jpg" title="Fruit_compote" alt="Fruit_compote" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


￼&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raja dedicates this story to Aditi, Rohan, and Viswanath and to the philosopher culinary expert Nat who honed his skills in the cold hills of Kodai.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;January 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>The Best Chef in the Whole world</title>
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        <published>2007-12-20T14:47:00-05:00</published>
        <updated>2007-12-20T14:47:00-05:00</updated>
        <summary>The Best Chef in the Whole World -Part 1 ￼ Raja had just retired in 1988.He had finally got over the post retirement blues. He kept himself busy by writing stories which nobody read. This did not bother him at...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Best Chef in the Whole World&amp;nbsp; -Part 1&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Raja had just retired in 1988.He had finally got over the post retirement blues. He kept himself busy by writing stories which nobody read. This did not bother him at all. He finally managed to get accepted for a post graduate course in history. He was busy reading and attending lectures and this kept him busy.&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a habit of reminding people that it cannot be taken for granted by making unexpected things happen-both pleasant and unpleasant. The events were set off half way across the world in Greenville, North Carolina. Kamini, Raja’s daughter was having a baby in September. Raja and Vasanta were invited to have the delight of baby sitting. Vasanta was delighted and started making preparations. Raja was not exactly pleased at having his peace disturbed. He knew what was in store, disposing diapers, carrying the baby and sleepless nights. He had gone through this already twice and that was enough for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;Raja- ‘Darling .I will be a burden. I will stay back. I will be missing a lot of classes and will not be ready for the exams.’&lt;br /&gt;Vasanta - ‘You and your exams. Don’t you want to hold your grandchild in your hands? You are coming. That is that.’&lt;br /&gt;Raja was a stubborn chap whose back was easily put up. In this case he was genuinely into his studies. He did not like to be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation Vasanta had a talk with Kamini. In turn Kamini had a strategic session with her husband and her brother. They came to the conclusion that it was unwise to leave the old man alone. The studies were an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later on Kamini rang her father.&lt;br /&gt;Kamini - ‘Hello Appa. What is all this you not wanting to kiss your grandchild? I know how keen you are with your History course. There is a good university here which has a good history department. They have an excellent one semester course on American History which is part of your programme in Madras. You will not miss anything by coming here. You will even do better than your Q and A lectures in Madras.’&lt;br /&gt;That settled it. Come September we were in Greenville. Greenville was a small typical American town in the middle of nowhere. What gave Greenville a bit of life was the Greenville campus of the University of North Carolina. I settled down to nice routine with a long walk in the morning followed by a hefty breakfast, watching the TV shows and drinking wine with Vijay in the evenings. The minor problem was that my granddaughter decided that I was the ugly sister in the Cinderella story come to life. I used to get locked out of the house quite often till Vijay on his way back from office picked me up from the Church steps near the house. Laziness set in and I said to myself ‘Dash it. What does it matter if I take an extra year to finish to finish my History graduate studies?’&lt;br /&gt;Kamini was told by the gynecologist that the child was due in 10 days. There was a big conference to which I was not privy. The next day morning I had the bombshell. Vijay had just left for office. I had returned from my morning walk.&lt;br /&gt;‘Is the coffee ready, Vasanta?’&lt;br /&gt;Vasanta - ‘Don’t you know that Kamini had to have complete rest till the baby comes? I will be busy to look after her and Aditi. You will be in charge of the kitchen. Vijay must have told you. Now hurry up, be a good dear and get our breakfast. We are starving’&lt;br /&gt;Raja - ‘But but I do not know anything’.&lt;br /&gt;Vasanta - ‘Why do you think we came here? You were trying to slip off by not wanting to come. I cannot manage every thing myself. You have to pitch in. Vijay helps Kamini in the kitchen. You are behaving like a male chauvinist.’&lt;br /&gt;Raja - ‘I should have guessed that something like this would happen. It is unfair. I do not know anything. If you ask me to operate the washing machine or drive the car that is o.k. But cooking. God help me.’&lt;br /&gt;Raja looked miserable. Vasanta had a twinge of conscience at Raja’s plight. She thought to herself -&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ‘his mother has thoroughly spoiled him and he has become lazy.’&lt;br /&gt;Vasanta-&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ‘There is no way out .Start today with toast and scrambled eggs.’&lt;br /&gt;Poor Raja had never entered a kitchen except to steal some bajjis or samosas when his wife was not looking. He thought that the kitchen was not a place for a man to be in. Raja’s uncle and mother were good cooks but they did not have the status that chefs have today. So it was a question of prestige and loss of status when he was pitchforked into the kitchen. Adding to the problem was his total ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;So Raja started off with burned toasts, Charred eggs, Milk and coffee with salt, Cake sprinkled with pepper and the fire alarms going off often. Kamini, Vijay and Vasanta put up with it realizing Raja had no clue and that there was no way out. Basic training was given. Only Aditi was furious and convinced that the ugly sister had come all the way from India to poison her. Raja was locked out often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder of wonders! In a few weeks Raja was literally transformed and purified by the heat and pressure of cooking and was accepted as a passable cook. Normally it should have ended there. Raja’s innate curiosity and his scientific background came into play. He began to try exotic ingredients and noted the reactions of the eaters. He was able to entice his grand daughter with an exotic cheese toast and lock outs became less frequent. The most luscious looking dressed chicken is the one available in America. It is also the most tasteless one in the world. If one is used to Indian spicy food it was inedible. This was the challenge which Raja took up next.&lt;br /&gt;All conventional marinating even to extended periods to the point of&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;the start of decomposing did not improve the insipid taste of the American chicken. Raja found a bottle of Andhra Avakai pickle .This pickle needed an iron clad mouth and stomach to survive. Raja argued that if anything in the world can marinate the insipid chicken this was it. No harm trying. Raja liberally doused the chicken in this stuff for six hours and put it inside the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Vijay had invited some Indian friends for dinner. Even the alcoholic fumes did not prevent the aroma from the kitchen. To cut the story short the avakai tandoori chicken was a bit hit. The tasteless chicken was converted into culinary delight. Raja was congratulated by every one on his achievement. What pleased him most was the hugs and kisses on the cheek from the ladies with tears in their eyes. For once Vasanta did not seem to mind .She was told that she had trained her husband very well and this pleased her no end. In the privacy of the bed room Raja had real kisses and hugs from Vasanta. Raja basked in his new found glory.&lt;br /&gt;Some thing nagged him. Some thing was not right. One day he got it. He did not like the adoring look in Vasanta’s face. It spelled disaster for him on his return to India. He quickly developed back pain and spondulitis. He was given relief from heavy cooking. Only when the lady guests came he insisted on making his avakai tandoori as he could not resist the kisses and hugs from ladies.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Continued in Part 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;10 Carnatic gardens&amp;nbsp; Our residece from 1971 to 1981&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Madras 1966 to 1999.&lt;br /&gt;The Dravidian party came to power and no one at that time realized that it was almost a break with the past. We had a few years of Annadurai’s statesmanship and after his death populism and corruption. We had years of political infighting, with no holds barred , which continues to this day. We had the charismatic M.G.R, a popular film actor as chief Minister. He had the knack of introducing socially relevant schemes which were very popular with the masses. The great Rama -Ravana war between Jayalalitha and Karunanidhi continues unabated. The government did do a lot things to hasten the development of the state but the development could have been much faster if there was vision and honesty. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The immediate change was pride in Tamil language and efforts made to promote it. It was made clear that you were in a Tamil city and the cosmopolitan nature of the city went to the background. The great contributions of the Andhras, Keralites, Kannadigas and British were down played. The original three Metropolises which were cosmopolitan cities became regional capitals. What the Siva Shena did to Bombay, was attempted in Madras also but fortunately with lesser effect. You have to thank the Chennaites for this. Madras changed its name to Chennai but it did not matter as this name for very familiar and used even during British days. New Indian firms and industries came up in the suburbs. The junior level expatriates in English companies disappeared to be replaced by&amp;nbsp; brown sahibs. I remember when I was confirmed in Binnys my boss informed by telling me to get my dinner jacket. DJ’s were replaced by national dress or suit. The clubs had only an odd expatriate. The venerable Madras club at last started taking Indian members -of course after&amp;nbsp; extensive vetting. Only senior expatriates remained to enjoy life till they collected their pension.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The news papers and magazines exploded especially in Tamil. Movie industry zoomed with new heroes and heroines. Alas the mythology movies disappeared to be replaced by our version of Hollywood films. Film stars became very popular and trend setters. A film star’s romance, marriage, views on every thing under the sun was written about even in the venerable Hindu. Make up artists and photographers mastered the art of making even ordinary looking glamorous. Hoarding artists could paint huge hoardings with lovely heroines six feet high. Film song writers were house hold names who made huge fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=288,height=187,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/cinema_poster_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="288" height="187" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/cinema_poster_resized.jpg" title="Cinema_poster_resized" alt="Cinema_poster_resized" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ￼&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cinema hoarding&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But all was not lost. There was a resurgence of classical and music and dance. New names, new forms new ideas and new dance forms were tried .The music academy and other sabhas started organizing music and dance festivals in December. Corporate sponsors and philanthropists have taken over nurturing art from the old royalty. The Chennai December art fest had become very famous and the whole city was bustling and all talk was on the various performances. The city had become very eclectic and new art forms were tried out. North Indian music and western music became very popular. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chennai was probably the first city to have an all painters and sculptors enclave. This is still a thriving colony where the artists are able to work in their own environment. You now have art galleries all over Chennai. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dramatics had a revival and socially relevant themes became popular. Cho Ramaswamy gave up an office career to write witty social and political satires and formed his own drama group to perform them. They are a still a hit and have you holding your self in laughter. Of course in spite of all the barbs the politicians have not changed. The old Madras Players are still very active and still enact English plays on Indian themes. Then we have visiting performers from outside all through the year. The only missing link with old days is acting of Shakespearian plays by local enthusiasts. In the 40s and 50s Professor Sundaram had a troop of actors acting the plays. He knew most of the plays by heart. In true Elizabethan spirit he came fully primed .Once in a play when Brutus forgot to stab Caesar, Sundaram as dead Caesar extended his arm with knife to Brutus shouting “stab me“. We do get Shakespearian plays enacted by professional players from U.K arranged by the British Council once in a way but the old fun is gone. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The unbelievable has happened. You see south Indian girls with hair of all hues except blond instead of Black only! Hair style comes in different shapes. Jeans and tops are popular. Even the not so young have taken to it. Beauty parlors and gyms are in every nook and corner. Hot pants are worn by the teen age girls .You had to wait all these years to find how attractive south Indian girls can be.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The political parties found there was more money in selling liqour licenses than in money from getting cut backs from bootleggers. So they quietly forgot their moral crusade and scrapped prohibition. The result was bars and discos. The city which went dead after 10.P.M changed and went to the other extreme so much so that the police had step in and close the bars and discos&amp;nbsp; at midnight.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chennai, which had become an important auto ancillary center, became an automobile and truck manufacturing center with the Hyundai and Ford setting shop. Chennai which had in the past imported cars became an exporter of quality cars. The concept of industrial zones first set in 60s finally took off. Export zones were set up by the government .Political parties realized that there was more money to be made by encouraging industry than by having a license raj. While the industries came up in the suburbs the city itself expanded to accommodate the exploding population. Gone were the old houses with big compounds. In their place came high rise apartments All over the city. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The roads cannot handle the exponential increase in auto mobile population and traffic jams and pollution has become the order of the day. We thought that this would not happen to Chennai. Flyovers were tried to ease the traffic but has not helped much. The problem is compounded by the complete albescence of traffic discipline with the police unable to exercise discipline. One misses the old Anglo Indian police inspectors who enforced traffic rules strictly. If you want a taste of old Madras drive at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;With the explosion of high rise apartments the builder’s nexus started breaking all rules. The green Madras disappeared and parks became barren. Chennai started expanding south. The limits of the city of the city were Tondiarpet in the north and Gandhi Nagar, just past the Theosophical society, in the south toll in the fifties. Chennai expanded to Ennore and Manali in the north which became industrial areas. In the south the city expanded along the coast to Neelangarai. All tiny villages on the coast were taken over for residences. Like Mumbai and New York, Chennai likes to look trim and is fond of the sea. New York and Mumbai is limited by land but in Chennai it is not so. There is a bulge near Tambaram area but that is about it. Even the IT corridor coming up is north -south on the old Mahabalipuram road. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Before the war Madras had a small air strip used mainly by the flying club. Today we have two terminals with flights to all parts of India and the World .The Airport is jammed by traffic and resembles a railway station. Another airport is coming up to relieve the congestion.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This was the Madras we came back to. Soon there was no Madras and it became Chennai. After the sedate life in Bangalore it was hectic rush Chennai. Chaotic traffic, pollution and water shortage were made tolerable by the sea breeze and the cultural events. We wondered where Chennai will end up with all the uncontrolled growth and creaking infrastructure.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There were a lot of problems in the company and I found very little time for any for extended social activity. Our son and daughter were in senior years in school and we were fully involved with them. The expatriate crowd in Madras had thinned. The cosmopolitan nature of the city was also changing. Vasanta’s mother and grandparents settled down in Madras .I went on a business trip to U.K and Europe after a long gap. The world was changing fast and the effects of war were a distant memory. A few years later my father died and our connection with Monegar Choultry ended after thirty seven years. I have not had the heart to visit the place again but will do so soon. Vasanta’s grandfather died the next day after my father.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Padmavathy, my mother in law decided to build a house and Vasanta was in her elements and took charge with gusto. She was to build two lovely more houses in other parts of the city later on but we will come to that later on. Kamini’s music and dancing and Sekar’s maths and hindi kept Vasanta very busy wandering all over Madras.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In 1974 I got promoted as a director of the company and shifted to the Armenian street office. I was here till I retired in 1986.Whenever I was free I used to wander round the old haunts of my childhood. The school converted into offices, the old playgrounds in the High Court taken over my new court buildings and the Armenian Church were all there .Zubaida apparel shop in Y.M.C.A was still around. A bridge had replaced the level crossing leading to the beach. Next to the fort a massive Reserve Bank has come up. The seashore where we listened to music has become part of the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=350,height=256,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/armenian_street1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="279" height="204" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/armenian_street1963.jpg" title="Armenian_street1963" alt="Armenian_street1963" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;Armenian street with Armenian church and Binny on left.(60s)&lt;br /&gt;The harbour had expanded to the war memorial taking up the beach up to Cooum River. Fortunately the stretch from here to San Thome remains in tact and the government had take steps to spruce it up. What was once a stately drive has become a very busy thoroughfare? At the entrance to the San Thome road a new light house has been erected. Chennai is probably the only city with three light houses though two are not in use. The buildings in the marina went through a period of neglect but had been restored now. With the city expanding south new stretches of beach has been opened up.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Vasanta fell in love with a house in Besantnagar and when the deal did not go through we decided to build a house before I retired. Finding a plot and the architect took some effort. Getting a nice plot in a good area within out budget was a tough job. We finally located a small plot off greenways road which had turned out to be an ideal location .The search for the famous architect took us to an Iyengar bakery in Bangalore on top of which he was located.&amp;nbsp; In November 1981we moved from our palatial company house to a lovely small house in a nice locality. It was a labour of love and we were involved at every stage. We had to delve deep into our physical and monetary resources but it was worth it. We saw a lot of south Chennai at that time searching for plots. Like Caesar we had crossed our Rubicon by moving over to the south of Cooum. An association with North Madras of over three decades came to end. In present day Chennai the north has been&amp;nbsp; neglected and gone to seed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/darpana_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="295" height="221" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/darpana_8.jpg" title="Darpana_8" alt="Darpana_8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;. ￼&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Darpana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kamini and Vijay got married in the house and when the grandchildren came this became the family house. My mother and mother in law stayed with us till they passed away. The house was also home to Pug and Lucky who made us feel we were in their house. During Kamini’s marriage to keep me away from poking my nose I was delegated to get fire wood and milk for the cooks. I was furious but I saw parts of Madras I had never imagined existed. We had the great joy of having our first grandchild ,Aditi, soon afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I retired from Binnys in 1986 and a long association of over three decades came to end. It was an interesting transition from a gin and tonic era at lunch to buttermilk, from roast beef to chicken tikka, fried eggs and bacon to idly sambar and finally the black dinner jacket to closed Nehru coats. I remember in the sixties Queen Elizabeth’s visit to Madras. Crowds greeted her motorcade and the English ladies were out in their fancy hats and corseted dresses. In eighties when the queen came there few to greet her and it was the Indian ladies in saris and salwar kameez who received her. The Madrasis took two things which the British introduced to Madras to new heights. One is the Club culture which the Madrasis have taken to new heights. The other is the Scotch whisky and the bada pegs made with it. It is a regular sun downer. If you are traditional you purified the Scoth bada peg with a leaf of fresh tulsi(basil)! Free imports have helped and the Scottish economy which languished when the world wide scotch consumption went down is thriving now. The Madrase carries on his love affair with scotch even in places like New York and Los Angeles where the wine drinking has taken over.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wanted to break out in a new direction after retirement and decided to do a post graduate degree in history. I went back to Madras University, my old alma mater. The University’s admission procedure had not changed since I graduated. They wanted a proof of age which was mentioned in your birth certificate or migration certificate neither of which I had. They wanted to make sure that I was not underage! This was a major hurdle till Vasanta was able to locate a person who was the personnel assistant to the Vice chancellor. This gentleman made the authorities accept my passport as proof of age. At the examination hall we were searched thoroughly to make sure we did not carry any material or books!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We were alone in Darpana except for the odd visit to see Kamini, Vijay and Aditi. When Rohan was born in Greenville I started on my training as a Chef. Sekar arrived back and Vasanta and I waited with baited breath for him to get married. We were on tender hooks till Ambika joined the family. This time no firewood but only fixing up the musician. A glimpse of the music world and musicians -an alien world as far as I was concerned. Soon Viswanath was added to the tally of our grandchildren.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The house building itch was again active with Vasanta. We sold her mother’s house in Nugumbakkam. This time it was a seaside plot we were looking for and it took us all over the new Mahabalipuram road. Chennai has developed so much and so fast that most of the empty plots we saw has been built up. The east coast road had not come up then and the road was full of pot holes due water lorries plying over it. The Covelong beach, where we had spent a night in 50s, had now a fancy hotel, The Fisherman’s Cove. We got a plot bang on the sea shore. The Iyengar bakery architect was called again to design a dream house round an Atrium. The house was real dream house but far too big for us we had to rent it out. The whole exercise gave us a lot satisfaction but also took a lot out of us. After six years we had to sell the house as we found it difficult to look after it. We were a part of the expansion of the city south along the coast.&lt;/p&gt;

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 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Narayana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This should have ended the itch but ominous signs again showed up and we compromised by adding an atrium in Darpana. The famous Iyengar bakery architect helped us. Hopefully this is the last of the building itch. Darpana is situated on a quiet area behind the minister’s houses and is walking distance of Madras Club. We are a few minutes drive away from the music and dance academies, shopping centers, hospitals and hotels and restaurants. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This whole area is illustrative of transformation of Madras from a city of large mansions to a city of flats and high rises. In the process some lovely old houses have been pulled down. The whole of our area which now has a few houses and innumerable apartments was occupied by just a dozen mansions belonging to the Standard Vacuum oil company. The only building which still proudly stands in all its pristine glory is Madras Club. The original Mowbray’s&amp;nbsp; Cupola and house is maintained lovingly and at great cost by the members.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When the new Mahabalipuram was opened in late fifties it was a lonely road beyond the present Adyar Circle the last landmark being the Tiruvamiyur temple. Beyond that right up to Mahabalipuram you had sand and sea on the left and Buckingham canal on the right. You could not see a single soul for miles on end. Now it is the bustling east coast road with traffic speeding away and the whole area built up. You can only see patches of sea once in way.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The old Mahabalipuram road was a winding narrow tree lines one&amp;nbsp; with sleepy villages. The I.T corridor has come up here and the roads is made a six lane one. A number of bid names have set up shop here and the road is lines with glass fronted buildings where people work round the clock.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There is a sleepy ancient village called Sripermbadur near Madras on the Bagalore highway. The village claim to fame rested on the being the birth place of Raman jam ,a philosopher who taught social equality. A few years ago in important politician was assassinated here on the outskirts. The place has suddenly become a great industrial center thanks to the political parties. Hyundai motors, Saint Gobain and Nokia have set up shop.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Modern highways and toll roads lead out of Chennai to the north. west and south. The explosion of human population and autos, cars lorries have added tremendous strain to the infrastructure. Air pollution, noise pollution, dust pollution is on the increase. Water shortage was an annual feature. Where was Chennai going? Is there a city in the world which can boast of three water ways so highly polluted? What have we done to poor Chennai-Madras in name of development? This was what the citizens were asking themselves at the turn of last century.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500,height=334,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/collage_of_modern_buildings_chennai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="313" height="208" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/collage_of_modern_buildings_chennai.jpg" title="Collage_of_modern_buildings_chennai" alt="Collage_of_modern_buildings_chennai" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=216,height=142,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/chennai_internetresized_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="315" height="206" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/chennai_internetresized_2.jpg" title="Chennai_internetresized_2" alt="Chennai_internetresized_2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; New&amp;nbsp; Chennai&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;Chennai in the twenty first Century .&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Rudyard Kipling wrote nearly a century ago after visiting Madras:&lt;br /&gt;‘Clive kissed me on the mouth and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful kisses so that I&lt;br /&gt;Became &lt;br /&gt;Crowned above the queens;&lt;br /&gt;A withered beldame now,&lt;br /&gt;Brooding on ancient fame.’&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Kipling underestimated the Madrasi pride and the Chennai quality of reinventing itself which can overcome even political systems by voting out non performing parties. When Calcutta and Bombay overtook it, Chennai became a cultural center and took pride in its beach and its sedate intellectual life. When Bangalore and Hyderabad threatened it on the IT front it dug into its inner resources and caught up.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The party in power bend backwards to set up the infrastructure and incentives to attract investors. Heritage groups and citizens forum are very active to preserve the heritage and environment. Though it takes time to bring the government round they have succeeded in preventing the demolition of Queen Mary’s college, preserving the beautiful senate house and preventing the demolition of the Police head quarters on the Marina. The government has on its own renovated the Connemara library and the Museum theatre. A mass transport system is in place .With public help the parks are spruced up and well maintained and new one has come up in waste land. Suddenly the city is looking greener. The water supply has improved. Health services are good. The citizens take a lot of pride in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=567,height=370,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/marina_with_port_in_the_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="399" height="259" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/marina_with_port_in_the_back.jpg" title="Marina_with_port_in_the_back" alt="Marina_with_port_in_the_back" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Old and the New&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Adyar and the Cooum rivers and Buckingham canal are sewage water ways. All attempts by the government have been half hearted-the money spent swallowed up by shoddy workmanship. One hopes the powers that be do not repeat the debacle of the first Veeranam project which financed a political party. When these water ways are cleaned the city will regain its pristine glory. With an enlightened electorate to keep the government on its toes this might still come about.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chennai -Madras has always been cosmopolitan city. In the last few years there had been an over emphasis that it is a Tamil city for the Tamils. Unfortunately for Chennai it is also the state capital and is difficult to separate the commercial and political interests. If the city is to develop into a truly international hub for IT,&amp;nbsp; it has to forget its parochialism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=533,height=141,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/merged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="533" height="141" border="0" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/07/merged.jpg" title="Merged" alt="Merged" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Eternal Chennapuri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raja Ramakrishnan&lt;br /&gt;Decenber 2006&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; grandchildren&amp;nbsp; Aditi,&amp;nbsp; Rohan and Viswanath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=533,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/07/b_c_gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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    <entry>
        <title>Chennapuri: Part 8</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-42556580</id>
        <published>2007-12-07T20:39:59-05:00</published>
        <updated>2007-12-07T20:39:59-05:00</updated>
        <summary>Continued from here Madras – 1950s and 1960s. I came back in November 1952 and joined the B&amp;C mills. The Union Jack on the fort was replaced by the Indian tricolor and there was an Indian Government and Chief Minister....</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
        </author>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/11/chennapuri-pa-5.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Madras&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; – 1950s and 1960s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came back in
November 1952 and joined the B&amp;amp;C mills. The Union Jack on the fort was
replaced by the Indian tricolor and there was an Indian Government and Chief
Minister. All the British civil servants had left. Having said this, the place
was practically unchanged except for prohibition. Lots of British commercial and plantation
staff were still around and some of the clubs were still exclusively British. Prohibition
was in full swing and it was impossible for Indians to drink without a permit
which was difficult to come by. The British got their permit automatically.
Most of the big companies were still British. The local politicians were
finding their feet and left the government to the bureaucrats. The Anglo Indian
police officers were still there to enforce traffic rules without fear or
favour and to run the trains punctually. The new batch of Indian administrative
officers and police officers were just being inducted and so the civil servants
inducted during the British period held sway. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;Madras was a little stodgy after England but there were enough parties with friends to
enjoy life. We had to go Pondichery or Bangalore to quench our thirst. Rugby was still played on the Gymkhana grounds. The
company I worked for had a majority of Englishmen in top positions. This
applied to all foreign companies. To sum it, the expatriates were a majority in
companies with a small sprinkling of Indians. Changes did take place but even
with government pressure they came slowly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A typical weekend
would be to go to the air force station in Tambaram for dinner and drinks,
drive down to Mahabalipuram, go around the Shore Temple, then, early in the morning drive back to Elliots Beach to have an early swim in
the beach opposite to the Karl Schmidt memorial to the lover who lost his life
in rescuing a society girl. Then off to Triplicane to have a huge ghee roast
paper dosai and the Kumbakonam degree coffee. Some times we walked round the
lovely Theosophical Gardens. This prepared us for the tough week ahead. One weekend we went to the
salt pans on the old Mahabalipuram road, took a boat across the back waters and
reached Covelong island. We spent the night
in an old dilapidated church near the site of present day Fisherman’s Cove. The
mosquitoes were a menace and we did not go back again. We went to Pondichery, then
a French settlement, a quaint town with gendarmes in French uniforms and most
of the people speaking French. The food and wine were superb. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Imports were tightened
and foreign goods were a rarity. Ambassadors and Fiats were the only new cars
to be seen and were soon followed by Standard cars made in Madras. Foreign whisky and gin were replaced by
Indian made liquor. Indian beer was there to quench the thirst. You could have
all this if you had a permit, and for the permit you had to be certified a
drunkard by a government doctor who was very often drunk when you went to him.
The local liquor can give you a kick all right but also a heavy head. It took
two decades before the quality improved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are looking for
social changes look at the ladies’ dresses. From all wrapped sarees, long
sleeved blouses with traditional long plaited hair you started seeing
sleeveless blouses, with a draped saree which showed their curves. Hair done up
in a kondai, and, wonder of wonders, bobbed hair soon made its appearance. The
coup de grace was the salwar kameez. Could you have imagined this twenty years back?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The military hotels,
and Chunking Chinese, besides the Connemara,
were the only places for non-vegetarian food and this changed after the war.
First there came Buharis with its fiery Ceylonese dishes followed by Pals and
Kwality. The Madrasis slowly got the idea that there was life outside the house
to be enjoyed after 8
 p.m. Rotary clubs,
Lions club, Round Table clubs and the Free Masons expanded. Madras was taking steps to catch up with other cities
like Bombay and Calcutta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I married Vasanta in
1956 .We set up our first home in a house in Bank Street in Alagappanagar, a small housing enclave off Avadi Road. A year later we shifted to the B&amp;amp;C Gardens next to the mills. The gardens consisted of about thirty big colonial
bungalows. We had our own club with a swimming pool and play ground. Our social
life went into top gear and we enjoyed every minute of it. Vasanta’s charm,
grace, brains and good looks gained us friends and admirers. Friendships we
made then are still going strong .Our children grew up in lovely surroundings
without the present day hustle and rush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The office work was
very taxing and the mill labour difficult. My English boss died of a sudden
heart attack .I was transferred to our Bangalore mills. We were in Bangalore for five years and came back in 1969. Old Madras had transformed by the time we came back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;

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    <entry>
        <title>Mancunian adventure</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-42488518</id>
        <published>2007-12-07T11:03:00-05:00</published>
        <updated>2007-12-07T11:03:00-05:00</updated>
        <summary>This is an account of our longing for thairu sadam during our first miserable winter in Manchester.The name 'Yoghurt' was unknown in this part of the world. On a daily diet of mashed potatoes , boiled cabbage and boiled mutton...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
        </author>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/05/manchester_3.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=588,height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;This is an account of our longing for thairu sadam during our first miserable winter in Manchester.The name 'Yoghurt' was unknown in this part of the world. On a daily diet of mashed potatoes , boiled cabbage and boiled mutton we had reached the end of our tether. Adversity brings out the best in people as this story shows.&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp; got rid of our depression&amp;nbsp; and started leading a near normal life.Our grades improved.We even started liking the place.Had the Romans discovered thairu sadam&amp;nbsp; they would not have&amp;nbsp; left Britain. And who knows how history would have developed!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/06/manchester_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=588,height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="588" height="800" border="0" alt="Manchester_2" title="Manchester_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/06/manchester_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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        <title>Foot Steps of Sankara part 3</title>
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        <summary>Foot steps of Sankara part 3 ￼ Goodbye Chopta! We got up early next morning with stiff and aching muscles to pack and be on to last stage of our journey to Kedarnath. Chopta had indeed become a second home...</summary>
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            <name>Raja Ramakrishnan</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foot steps of&amp;nbsp; Sankara part 3&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_58.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=535,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="187" border="0" alt="Sankara_58" title="Sankara_58" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Chopta!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We got up early next morning with stiff and aching muscles to pack and be on to last stage of our journey to Kedarnath. Chopta had indeed become a second home and in spite of very basic amenities we had come to love the place. We could have stayed with more comfort in the Dogalbitta lodge but for sheer beauty and solitude there was nothing to beat Chopta.&lt;br /&gt;We back traced our steps to Dogalbitta, Okimath and Kund.We crossed the Mandakini River to reach Guptkasi for a breakfast halt. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;.￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_83.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=528,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="184" border="0" alt="Sankara_83" title="Sankara_83" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Guptkasi town &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We drove to Sonprayag and then to Triuginaga - a beautiful quaint village set against the background of lofty mountains. The same denuded hills were a constant sight. Myth has it that Siva and Parvathy married at Tiruginaga. An eternal fire still burns in the temple caused by a geological hot spot. &lt;br /&gt;.￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_90.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=531,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="185" border="0" alt="Sankara_90" title="Sankara_90" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Tiruginaga Temple&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The great Sankara had visited this temple on the way to Kedarnath. The village has not been spoiled by modernism and still retains its old pristine beauty. The village seemed off the usual pilgrim route and this has saved it unlike Gauri Kund which has become a shanty town. The tea shop owner welcomed us graciously. He told us about the of dignitaries from the south who had visited. He discussed about the demise of M.G.R and the return of Karunanidhi to power. We had another example of national integration at work.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_93.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=537,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="187" border="0" alt="Sankara_93" title="Sankara_93" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is no bar to smiles and happiness&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_84_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=542,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Sankara_84_2" title="Sankara_84_2" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_84_2.jpg" style="width: 252px; height: 189px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Village house in Tiruginaga&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We drove back to Sonprayag for lunch. We stayed at the Birla guest house for the night and had comfortable accommodation for the first time in a week. After lunch at the guest house, we went to Gauri Kund - a short distance away. This is starting point for the climb to Kedarnath where you pick up the horses and other items for the trek. There was a hot water spring where we had a bath. It was raining and the whole area was muddy and slushy. The bathing ghat was very filthy and overcrowded. This did not bother the pilgrims who believed that this was a holy place. We had our usual potato subji and chapattis for dinner. We finished the last minute packing for the trek in the morning. As usual electricity was off but we had got used to the hurricane lights.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_97.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=536,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="187" border="0" alt="Sankara_97" title="Sankara_97" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;Some of the group shopping at Gauri Kund&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We started the climb to Kadar on a wet rainy gloomy day. We all took horses to help us and only one of us walked all the way up and down. It was a steady meandering climb but altitude made it more difficult. It took us about eight hours and we reached Kedarnath on a damp cold misty afternoon. Only one of us had fall from the horse but we were reassured by the horse guides that this was a very rare occurrence.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_104.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=528,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="184" border="0" alt="Sankara_104" title="Sankara_104" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Group at a tea stall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_109.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=525,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="183" border="0" alt="Sankara_109" title="Sankara_109" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;First view of Kedar in the distance&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The usual hassle before we got good accommodation. We spent two nights in Kedar. It was cold even in the day and at night it was literally freezing. The temple visits and magnificent view warmed us all. We could understand Sankara’s love for Kedar. Some of the group spent visiting the temple morning evening and night. The others wandered about the hills and meadows. The planned trek to Vasukital had to be abandoned due to rains and lack of guides. In the evening of the last day the sky cleared for a brief time to give us a glorious view of the Kedar Mountains in the background. Sankara must have got inspiration and a vision of&amp;nbsp; God from the awesome majesty of the sight.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_123.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=539,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="188" border="0" alt="Sankara_123" title="Sankara_123" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Kedar peaks-over 20000 feet high&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/04/sankara_113.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=545,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img width="280" height="190" border="0" alt="Sankara_113" title="Sankara_113" src="http://arajaslife.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/12/04/sankara_113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;Kedarnath Temple&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sankara is well remembered in Kedarnath.There is memorial to him which unfortunately is not very aesthetic and does not do him justice. The spirit of Sankara pervaded all over Kedanath .His vision of religious and cultural integration is perpetuated by millions of pilgrims who visit Kedarnath to worship and wonder about Sankara’s vision and genius. Whether or not you are a believer the sight of Kedar revitalizes you and gives you peace and solace.&lt;br /&gt;The myth has it that at the end of his work Sankara walked in the Kedar mountains and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we started on our way back with a lot of regret. We looked back often at Kedar till it was hidden from view. We could understand why Sankara gave up his beloved Kaladi for the grandeur Of Kedar.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;br /&gt;Sankara memoria&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Departing view of Kedarnath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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