Listen to the Musn't's child, Listen to the Don't's. Listen to the Shouldn't's, the Impossibles, the Won't's. Listen to the Never Haves, then Listen close to me. ANYthing can happen, child, ANYthing can Be.”
—Shel Silverstein (1930-1999), poet, songwriter, musician
Dear JY,
So, We started working on setting up of a Medical Camp in the Tribal Village along with ‘Gandhi Jayanthi..’(I Mean, Shujithwa dhinacharanam) .... As it was a new venture from JY community, all showed their genuine interest to contribute their own effort...Next day onwards, all our BBC, CNN Channels... Broadcasted the news to each and every corner of the MACE...As I had written in one of my previous mail, General Medicines worth of Rs15, 000 were collected... It was a Miraculous providence by the God Almighty...Sisters of Dharamagiri were full hearted to support our Small service. Dr. Anson, of Dharmagiri got surprised on getting such a quantity of Medicines within One week...His Interest to serve the tribes was glittered on his face...He was ready to spare one Sunday for us.....
But on those days, Mr. Time was behaving as if like a miser to us...Final years having Projects...All batches were busy with their own world...So no one is available to convey the News to the Tribal people, that we were coming for a community service and A Medical camp...Who will bell the Cat!!
On those days, three ‘Unemployed youth’ were there in our campus...one is Mr. Ajjo, Next one is Mr. Manoj and other one is none other than...Me!.. On one Mid night, around 11:00pm, These three ‘Saamuhikaviruthan maar’(Social nuisance) were lying on the Road, in front of the ‘Kargil House’(As if sleeping on a Duroflex)... Asking... .So who will go? Ajjo was half minded...Others were not at all...!So Mr.Manoj and Me decided to go to the Thalukandam forest range for the Third time....Mashe, How we will go....By Bike!
On next day, Morning we started our journey on Arun Shanker’s (2005) Yamaha Rx 100, he was riding the Bike, Me was giving the advises to Manoj (poda Chekka,).. were Sitting & going like some ‘Ducati’ drivers...taking the curves infront of the cathedral church like Ducati....Again took the ‘Malayinkeezhu’ curve like ‘Ducati’ only(Kure neram ayallo ‘Ducati, Ducati ennu parayunnu... Chappathi Chappathi ennu kettitundu!)..While taking deep curves, our knees were touching the road and ....!!(Chumma Thallathe, mashe) I sat close to him so that i could escape from the wind... At some village junctions, small kids were running behind the bike....I smiled and waved my hand at them...Riding through the narrow ways, gear down at gutters,(On gutters ,i was standing on the foot rest!),moving on top gear at smooth roads...It was a nice feeling when our journey entered in the forest roads...Two wheeler entered to the hilly stations of Idamalayar .. we parked the vehicle near to one T’shop, whose ceiling was of dried coconut leaves and plastic sheets...Took two tea and a small snacks....
After a small rest, we resumed to the Tribal Village....The way after the Shop was rocky and dusty...very difficult for Ducati drivers, as the journey proceeds.... . Way became more and worse, became steep, I got down from the bike. He alone drove for a while...But I reached faster than him...While Taking one dangerous curve, It happened with a loud sound..Tyre Got Punctured! He looked at me...I looked at the tyre...We walked back with the Ducati...He gave the Bike to my hand...he was pushing it from the back...yel iyya.ilasa.. .yel iyya ilasa...Mr. Tea Shop manager is seeing from outside the Shop....and asking ‘Vedi theerno Makkale...’
‘Chetta,Oru Mechanic ine Kittumo,’ ‘ Vadattuparakku Pokanam..’Hmm.... We sat on one ‘Kalungu’ which was near to...looked at each other...Then asked to Tea’ chettan... ‘Spanner Kittumo...’ We untied all the nuts, screws of the wheel...And decided to go to Vadattu para..In between I asked ‘Eda valla Vatta karayo, Choru pashayo kondu puncture ottichaalo..’. Manoj rookshamaayi onnu nokki...Njan onnum Mindiyilla.. ..We stopped one white Ambassador car and place the Tyre in the Dickey...got a space to sit at the backseat.... Manoj was waiting there at the Dam...
Sinner chellunidam Paathalam ennu paranjaal mathiallo....All my co-passengers were in ‘full fit’....I was a little bit afraid...Onnu Nilavilikkanam ennu thonni...Pedichu, Sound was not coming...They Dropped at somewhere in the forest...I got one bus from there, placed the Tyre under the seat...alighted at Sudhan chettan’s house...I was waited for Sudhan chettan, Dha vannu nilkkunu Manoj with wheel less bike ,infront of me like a jackfruit nut!... He came on other way.... We both went to the Mechanic ....He was working on the Tyre..went to nearby shop ....bought one water melon....paid to both of them and Expressed our thanks....
Again we rode up to the hill....with Our Ducati.....conveyed to the ‘Moopan’.....We are coming to Serve You!
Ennu Snehapoorvam
Subin
When we were taking rest near to the Tea shop....A Forest ranger’s Jeep Stopped in front of us....I peeped towards the driver’s seat...Officer was looking like Veerappan... he asked me to come near...I felt as if like a Jerry infront of Tom cat..(Yemaane,ennu vilichu thudangiyaalo. ..) He asked...(In a sharp voice)..From where you are coming from? Sir,Kothamangalam Engineering College.(Kai koopi pidichu, bhavyathyode)....He became cool!...OH, You were the people who were coming earlier to the Forest, taking their census..Don’t you know...you need permission from the range office to help the tribals....! So when you are coming for the next time...Please Report to the Office...Sheri Sir(Yemaaane!)
In our times, By using the name of our college helped us to handle ‘big’ officials..
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