AnonyMace drives through Chowara

Right hearted righteous Chowara, Patna ലവ് കുഷ് tower ന്റെ right സൈഡിൽ ഉള്ള കാഴ്ചകള്‍ വിവരിക്കൂ.

Tough to remember, 22 years now. Still, it was one of the better roads then. Still lots of cycle rikshaws and all other type of vehicles, with end result being utter chaos. In fact, there was a major demolition drive in Patna on un authorized building then (In Patna, buildings start on the road and end on the road normally). You could actually see a lot of multi stored buildings virtually cut vertically by 25-30%. I used to walk through Frazer to road to catch shared rikshaw to go home. Both I and my Bengali room partner (another piece and I can write a full story on him) used to buy ice creams and have them during this walk.

Chowara യിലെ പ്രധാന ആകർഷണം എന്ത്‌?

It used to be very green. It is still very green, but not as green as my college days. Lots of famous temples and churches (including malayattoor) nearby. I liked the wayside railway station. That time just four trains (two to Kochi and 2 two to Shornoor) used to stop there. I use to enjoy that 10 minutes’ walk to the station and sit there for few minutes. Only irritation being fellow countrymen making curious enquiries about my employment (the dreaded question – “when are you getting the job?”), as if it is the last thing in this material world which is bothering him. I endured it for over 2.5 years. Those days, our postman used to me my best friend. I will not get up from my seat in the front courtyard till he is gone. He would also ring the bell in front of the gate to signal his arrival and departure for the day so that I can get on with remaining life. The day I got the first job, he got 100 bucks and a bid packet of laddoos.

I loved the river (Periyar) where I learnt basic swimming. I feel sad the state in which it is in now. I loved Aluva Shivarathri manalpuram.

Above all, my favourite place was my home where my father had planted all types of trees around, mostly coconuts, nut megs, jackfruits etc. All of us used to work in the sun like daily laborers, sometime with the plants and sometime on cement, bricks and concrete.

I was not bad in tree climbing. So plucking coconuts from medium type plants were not difficult. I still remember, one of my friends had placed a bet with me on climbing a reasonably big tree and then virtually pleading with me not to pluck all the coconuts as the bounty (his father was a small Hitler of Chowara).

Then obviously, the makeshift cricket ground where guys, including the older guys used to call me Valliettan (big brother) since my own brother used to call me like that. We used to have a small get together daily after the match where mother of one of our friends would supply bottles of cold water from the fridge (luxury in early 90s). Since I was a week-ender from the hostel, I used to get some preferred “batting slots”. Lovely, clean group.

സംഭവബഹുലമായ Patna ജീവിതത്തെ പറ്റി ഒരു മലയാളം സിനിമ എടുത്താല്‍ ആരെ നായകൻ ആക്കും? എന്തു കൊണ്ട്?(സ്വയം അഭിനയികണ്ട എന്ന് പൊതുജനത്തിന്റെ അപേക്ഷ)

A taller and fitter Sreenivasan would be a good choice. That time my situation was quite tight and similar.

ബാങ്ക്‌ ജോലിയിൽ കയറിയപ്പോൾ, Maceഇൽ പഠിച്ച അക്കൗണ്ടിംഗ് വല്ലതും ഓര്മയുണ്ടായിരുന്നോ?( പഷ്‌ട്ട്‌ ചോദ്യം അല്ലേ.)

Ayyo, it was a struggle. Those few years, I slogged. First priority in any job is immediate survival and I believe we mallus are quite good at that. I did part time Masters in Financial Management in NMIMS. Three years, every day evening 7 to 9 and Saturday, Sunday half day. Still, that time was well spent. Still, I love this job which helps me to meet many people, understand many industries, travel, see new places and listen to different perspectives.

Aloo കൊണ്ട് ഉണ്ടാക്കിയ ഏതു പലഹാരം ആയിരിക്കും Lalu നു ഇഷ്ടം?(കൂലംകഷമായി ആലോചിച്ചു എഴുതിയാൽ മതി). Recipe കൂടി ആയിക്കോട്ടെ 2 bonus മാർക്ക്)

In Bihar, winter means lots of aloo and cauliflowers. In fact you can see guys standing on both sides of the road with bunches of cauliflowers and carrots (so tender and fresh they are). Aloo Bhujia is a favourite that side, I like simple aloo subji (vegetable) with cauliflower, cooked simple with onion and tomatoes. Biharis love aloo chats and dum loo (baby potatoes cooked with lid closed). In my later days in Patna, my friend Seetharaman used to give me a lift on his Luna moped. We used to pick up vegetables for his home and I used to hold those plastic bags in my fingers and he used to ask, Mone any more fingers left. Those days used to end with a home cooked dinner at Seetharaman’s house (so, no bachelor cooking that day)

4 Comments

  1. You are drawing striking mental pictures Anil. I can hear bells of postman…..
    And the vibes of Mumbai still resonating from your previous article….
    Sill remember the butterflies in my stomach, every single time train makes its entry to Kalyan station.
    Millions owe it to Mumbai for their careers. What a city !!!
    Breakfast of a vada pav, single fried chilly and ‘ardha chai’ (half tea) was heavens..
    War zones make us, safe zones kill us… 🙂

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  2. Anil,
    Rajesh pretty much said what I wanted to say. Still..
    You create such vivid experiences with mere words. As i read Patna, I felt the tinge of North indian winter on the skin , loud market place with shawl clad men & women making Subji bargains with the vendor, intense smell of fired pakoras..
    I did not know where is Chowara( apologies). Now I can walk to that railway station with eyes closed. Lousiness and brilliance of Nattinpuram and Periyaar…
    And the mention of 1st year Economics paper , makes me still shrink.
    Superbly done!
    Thank you and please write more..and often.

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  3. You promised a piece on your Bengali room mate. Where is it?
    Needless to say I have enjoyed reading your escapdes

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