victims of circumstances

My son is standing outside, drenched in rain. I still have no answer to the question of whether or not I feel vengeance. But I leave a question to the world: why are you making my innocent child stand in the rain even after his death? I don’t close the door. Let the rain lash inside and drench me. Let at least my invisible son know that his father never shut the door.

Memories of a father,

T.V.Eachara Varier

(Father of Rajan)

Dear Friend,

I’m Adam John, Just here to tell a story of me, "How others define me w.r.t my circumstances,i have fallen"...

I was joined in an Engineering college in the year 2000.Since my house is so far from my college, i decided to stay in a nearby hostel. Though I was in a Hostel, My brought up and memories helped me to stay back from the ‘bad’ habits. But unfortunately the fate was different. I was stamped as a drunkard by my Hostel warden, Fr. Markose. I cannot blame him since he had an circumstantial evidence for his conclusion. He caught some bottles of alcohol from my room on one Friday night. At that time i was not in the room. Then late that night, He dialled to my home and told to my mother about the incidents. "But Acha, He is in Home now; Then how does he drink there".. "Oh He came home, Anyway Teacher, have an eye on your child, Sometimes, his voice and accents was resembled of a drunkard .” J

One year after, there was a music program conducted at the Open air auditorium of my college. A good number of beautiful songs waved across the campus. My batch mates were putting steps for the music. I was one among them to act like ‘Jayan’ for the song, 'Kasthuri man mizhi.... After that program a rumour was flying across the corners of the campus, “For Sure, Adam John is a Drunkard”,” He is not a rat snake, But a Viper”. I still don’t understand, why they are thinking, People can dance only when their head was kicked out.

Years after, I was passed out from my campus. I joined in a firm where the official drinks itself is ‘Hot beverages’. Even they washed their face with the ‘Hot water’. I got a good number of friends from my introduction itself. They thought that I was sponsored by Beverages corporation of Kerala. One of the good intuition for their conclusion was ‘I am a Christian’!

Here in my new company, there is no difference. In the first sight itself, colleagues made up their mind as ‘For sure Adam John, a one and a half Drunkard’. They concluded it from the shape of my body, Fatty and a big round belly.At the corridors, they delightfully conversed each other in the break times...Don’t know, One ‘Achayan’ has come. Ha ha ...So one more member in our club..Still they couldn’t believe that ‘ I am not a...’My roommate was happy when he got me to share his room. The reason was obvious. My styles and gestures deceived him! You know, Our secatary has a conviction that drunkards are highly intelligent. Once she asked me, whether you drink alcohol. I replied, Your husband is highly intelligent. Rite!.

During my short vacation in the last autumn, Mother asked me, ”You have started drinking beer, haven’t”. I got shocked. My heart was broken in to pieces. We have been together for the last twenty six years, still she is doubted; even without knowing that she is my one of the reason of not doing it.

Why should I keep all this ‘virgin’ stuffs. To whom i want to please..So I decided to.........;

Now I’m sitting at one of the dark corners of my city; Diar Al Mina Hotel. When I came here, i looked around for the familiar faces, like ‘Thalathil Dineshan’ of vadakkunokki yanthram.

I was happy since nobody was here who knows me. I sat at the corner where the table is tidily arranged with flowers. And feeble illuminations drooped from the ceilings; its light resembles my heart. I partially hide my face with hands. A man in black suit came near to my table to take the order. My forehead was filled with the drops of sweats.

"Sir, May I help You! "

"A Beer please."

"Ok, which one."

(My face exhibited my ignorance), "Hawards"

"You mean, Haywards"

"Yes, One ‘Large’ Haywards,"

'Large' ! No, sir

"Then ‘Small', please"

‘Small’ beer! , You Mean, One

" Ah, ahhh , yes....yes .One ‘Mug ‘full of ....."

"One ‘Mug !"

"Why don’t you serve one mug or Jug full of beer here,man. Then How people are ordering here! " (I got annoyed)

" Sir,you are trying for the first time ?"He left with the order....

Really I understood the difficulties faced by ‘Thalathil Dineshan’.

'Please forgive me ,.I don’t know what to do', My mobile was ringing. I took the phone from my pocket. (An unknown number). I answered the call.

"Adam John Speaking...."

"Adam, Where are you, Man". A cool and firm voice (call has ended)

A close verse from the Genesis came up to my mind...."Who told you that You are naked (Drunkard). ?"

I stood up from the chair....

(I’m afraid, if i fall in the laws of the land. They will uproot me. It is not because the law is ugly. But...)

My Love to You

Subin.

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You may remember the life story of Fr. Benedict Onamkulam. - A Catholic priest of Chenganacherry archdiocese in southern Kerala state who has lived with the reputation of being a "murderer" for 34 years had his innocence made public .Father Benedict Onamkulam was sentenced to death in 1966 for the murder of Mariakutty-- a widow-- on the basis of "circumstantial evidence." However, on hearing the appeal made by the Church, the Kerala high court acquitted the priest for lack of evidence. All the same, the priest had to serve in a remote mission due to the "murderer" label, while even movies were made based on the role of the priest in the murder of the woman. However, the happiest moment in the life of the now-retired 73-year-old priest came recently when the 93-year-old widow of the actual murderer approached him recently pleading forgiveness and mercy.

http://www.jananeethi.org/ ; Aware of our rights and civil liberties