welcome....

The day was sunny and too sunny for me to get out of the plane-Ola... I am in Middle East. I never wanted to be here. But the fate led me to here. Anyway its fun, carrying my body along the progressing heat that goes up 45, which I am experiencing for the first time!. I see a lot of people around, who do work under the hot sun, loaded into small buses and going from place to place. The main thing I realized after reaching the glorious Doha is that one could easily find their breed when they are abroad. It’s very true, whenever I find someone resembles a malayalee, I speak to him in Malayalam, and they respond the same way. It is funny when thinking that we don’t recognize our neighbour’s face in our state. I got a lot of help from our brothers after reaching this fast moving city. The list may be endless, but cannot forget the time I stepped on. The sun still shines at me and reminds me about my root.

ee pavam poykkotte....

The railway terminal looked nice. Its the famous thampanoor station of our state capital. The train made me no late to reach my hometown. Because i am on time, i have no revenge left to the douhgnut uzhunuvada and coffee-like water that i bought from my compartment. i leave them all..... u all are free.

The nostalgia came flying on me and bit me like our domestic mosquitoes when i saw the ration-shop like queue in front of our fav railway station. its nothing but the prepaid auto counter which could easily enter into guiness book. Being the laziest person ever lived in this world, i have little patient to be in the back of a queue. I streched out my legs to reach the outer of the station for an easy pick. There were a lot of commonman's taxis-we call them autorickshaws- waiting for their clients, which made me happy.

I ran into one and said to my rickshaw brother...."kunnukuzhy"(the place is just 1 km away from our famous MLA quarters and University Office). Brother looked at me with a stranger's eye, like I entered to his house to steal his dearest wife's chain. He came out from his driver's seat, shivered me with his rough cowboy look, and said"veliyil irangadey....."(translation: get out dear) I felt no skin on my body.... I saw my face in his rear-view... it was yellowish like I am Chinese. I doubtfully asked the brother " entha chetta?" (trans: whats it bro?)

Bro: Alla engotta? (to where?)

Me : ....kunnukuzhyil ..... poville..? (kunnukuzhiyil..... won't go..?)

Bro : illa ... irangikko..(no.... get down)

Me : ... entha pokathe? (why?)

Brother remains silent, like i am not speaking to him. I repeated the question again, he just ignored me. With my heavy bag and heart i got down the rickshaw and searched for another. There were many saints and gods around me... st. george, st. antony, murukan, and even a minimol. Like kauravars, i had hundreds of auto brothers around me, but i felt like draupadi who being stripped by dushasanan... That time a ray of light brightened my retina- Sreekrishnan came- that was the auto's name. A question was thrown to me from the another brother... "engotta?" (where to?)

Me: " .k...k.. Kunnukuzhy..??"

Bro : "avidunnu return kittilla... 90 rupa aakum.(i won't get return trip from there... it'll charge 90 rupees)

Me: "pakshe... adhikam dooram illello chetta angottu?"(but the place is not far.. big bro)

Bro : "athu sari... sahayikkamenu vechappo.. venamenkil mathi... allenkil enik vere ottam ullatha" (i see.. when i am trying to help you.... i will get another trip) As a last resort, and because I don't want to get stripped again by dushasanas, I answered this Sreekrishna.... "OK"

I was dropped to the place, and the auto turned back to the city.... and something was written to its rear.... "ee paavam poykkotte" (sorry i don't know its translation)

End Note :This is only a story version of what i experienced once. I give my full respect to my auto brothers who are sincere and helpful to the common man.