It was an early morning get away from 'The Quarterdeck', 20 minutes behind schedule but the roads were clear and we'd a free run, almost. Our first stop was at Ettumanoor, where Lekha was to light an earthenware lamp at the spot where the urn containing kochammachi's ashes have been placed till its immersion, a year later, at the confluence of the seas off Rameswaram. She'd to do it because she was unable to participate in the ceremonies connected with kochammachi's last rites!
Lesson one.
There's no substitute for the actual event. Whatever be the reasons, it should be the endeavour to take part, otherwise one'll have to satisfy with alternate measures/substitutes that might not quite recreate the 'right' effect!
After spending a while with our folks, reminiscing about good 'ole times, we'd kicked off for Kochi. The drive was smooth and we're in the city within an hour. The first task was to locate the fridge servicing station to hand over the broken vegetable tray for possible replacement. The machine is more than a decade old, is running fine and we'd no intentions of exchanging it but for the mishap of the breakage of the tray. The item has undergone modifications, the model is extinct but the company has promised to find us a substitute - damn sweet of them. And its gonna take 10 days. To avoid lugging the broken stuff, all over again, I managed to prevail upon the young lady at the counter to have it stowed at their store.
Lesson two.
In these times of galloping technology, there's no point in preserving equipment and machinery - however costly they might be - beyond five years. Beyond that, it would be very difficult to get spares and even to find guys to service/repair the item because of its vintage. Preservation by careful use seems to be history, as repair by replacement seems to be the present day 'mantra'.
We'd reached our previous house a trifle past lunchtime. The house that was ours for the past two and a half years now appeared alien with all our personal effects having been stripped and transported to 'The Quarterdeck'. Between the two of us we reminisced wistfully about the numerous occasions and fun times that we've had in the flat that had abundant natural lighting and was our pride not long ago.
Lesson three.
We've maintained essential requirements for us to stay during the short period of its retention. But suddenly, something seems to be missing. Have we transplanted the soul entirely into our new nest, at Guruvayur, so ruthlessly? I must reckon that we have! Everything has a time and place in one's life.
Tailpiece.
After interacting with some of the folks who'd dropped by to give us a helping hand, we'd gone to see a late night movie to shake off the melancholy. But it turned out to be unsuccessful.
How I wish that there was a pause button in my life to linger on at certain milestones for as long as the mind wants? Everything is transient!
Lesson one.
There's no substitute for the actual event. Whatever be the reasons, it should be the endeavour to take part, otherwise one'll have to satisfy with alternate measures/substitutes that might not quite recreate the 'right' effect!
After spending a while with our folks, reminiscing about good 'ole times, we'd kicked off for Kochi. The drive was smooth and we're in the city within an hour. The first task was to locate the fridge servicing station to hand over the broken vegetable tray for possible replacement. The machine is more than a decade old, is running fine and we'd no intentions of exchanging it but for the mishap of the breakage of the tray. The item has undergone modifications, the model is extinct but the company has promised to find us a substitute - damn sweet of them. And its gonna take 10 days. To avoid lugging the broken stuff, all over again, I managed to prevail upon the young lady at the counter to have it stowed at their store.
Lesson two.
In these times of galloping technology, there's no point in preserving equipment and machinery - however costly they might be - beyond five years. Beyond that, it would be very difficult to get spares and even to find guys to service/repair the item because of its vintage. Preservation by careful use seems to be history, as repair by replacement seems to be the present day 'mantra'.
We'd reached our previous house a trifle past lunchtime. The house that was ours for the past two and a half years now appeared alien with all our personal effects having been stripped and transported to 'The Quarterdeck'. Between the two of us we reminisced wistfully about the numerous occasions and fun times that we've had in the flat that had abundant natural lighting and was our pride not long ago.
Lesson three.
We've maintained essential requirements for us to stay during the short period of its retention. But suddenly, something seems to be missing. Have we transplanted the soul entirely into our new nest, at Guruvayur, so ruthlessly? I must reckon that we have! Everything has a time and place in one's life.
Tailpiece.
After interacting with some of the folks who'd dropped by to give us a helping hand, we'd gone to see a late night movie to shake off the melancholy. But it turned out to be unsuccessful.
How I wish that there was a pause button in my life to linger on at certain milestones for as long as the mind wants? Everything is transient!
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