Today is the first of the Malayalam month of Mithunam!
The day had begun on a sad note. Padmaja chechi, the late music director Radhappa chettan's wife, passed into the mist of time, around midnight, due to a cardiac arrest at the SJ Hospital in Thiruvananthapuram. An ever smiling lady with a cheerful countenance, that's what I remember of her who never stepped into the limelight and was content to stay in the shadow of her husband! She had lost her twin sister, Girija, about six months back due to cancer.
RIP chechi! My prayers and tears. You've left us in grief. Here's wishing that Rajakrishnan and Kathu
have the requisite strength to pass through these stressful times!!
Had got up at our usual time, gone through the chores and was ready by 7 AM to receive Shyla, from the Thyrocare, who was to draw my blood samples for test. She, however, didn't fetch up and I got a message from her at 8, saying that she had a cough and cold and therefore, would be unable to fetch up. I had almost given up on the tests because the road, towards the Rajah hospital where I planned to go, was barricaded as Chavakkad was a containment zone.
It was Hamid, the auto rickshaw driver whom I'd called up, who told me about the path lab that was just a stone's throw away from 'The Quarterdeck'. Thus the morning's emergency just blew away within no time. Had then taken our Chevy to the nearby petrol bunk to top up with fuel and check tyre pressure.
Meanwhile, Trijo, the truss work man along with his Bihari workers - Arun and Gudda from Patna - had fetched up to fix up a long standing defect of the truss drain. Scaffolding was erected, the work was done in a jiffy and hanging plastic chains were put at the end of the main drain pipe so that the heavy rain water would, now, cascade through the chain-array, greatly reduced in force and consequently, the tiles below would have a lesser force of the flowing water to reckon with!
Earlier, Trijo, tried to give me a sham work by saying that the chain was unavailable(As the shops were closed due to the renewed lock down!) and he had the Bihari boys to finish the work with the available material, which when completed reminded me of a mini skirt! I'd to literally hold him by his ears and tell him to get the stuff from wherever possible or else half the costs would be held back till the job was completed! He got my message nice and proper and what gladdened me was that his workers, Arun and Gudda, also shared my point of view!!
'The Quarterdeck' was systematically shut down by evening, the newspaper boy was asked to collect our newspapers till Saturday to deliver on Sunday, on our return and the maid was instructed by Lekha about the work to be done during our absence.
A quiet evening. Called up our cab driver, George to find out the details of the route I must take to move out of Thrissur without any dead ends, in the morning.
Tailpiece.
It's my firm belief that Muthachhan is taking us out of the hot spot area of Thrissur, for a short period, to tide over the present situation. Hope things are brought under control by the weekend, on our return.
The day had begun on a sad note. Padmaja chechi, the late music director Radhappa chettan's wife, passed into the mist of time, around midnight, due to a cardiac arrest at the SJ Hospital in Thiruvananthapuram. An ever smiling lady with a cheerful countenance, that's what I remember of her who never stepped into the limelight and was content to stay in the shadow of her husband! She had lost her twin sister, Girija, about six months back due to cancer.
RIP chechi! My prayers and tears. You've left us in grief. Here's wishing that Rajakrishnan and Kathu
have the requisite strength to pass through these stressful times!!
Had got up at our usual time, gone through the chores and was ready by 7 AM to receive Shyla, from the Thyrocare, who was to draw my blood samples for test. She, however, didn't fetch up and I got a message from her at 8, saying that she had a cough and cold and therefore, would be unable to fetch up. I had almost given up on the tests because the road, towards the Rajah hospital where I planned to go, was barricaded as Chavakkad was a containment zone.
It was Hamid, the auto rickshaw driver whom I'd called up, who told me about the path lab that was just a stone's throw away from 'The Quarterdeck'. Thus the morning's emergency just blew away within no time. Had then taken our Chevy to the nearby petrol bunk to top up with fuel and check tyre pressure.
Meanwhile, Trijo, the truss work man along with his Bihari workers - Arun and Gudda from Patna - had fetched up to fix up a long standing defect of the truss drain. Scaffolding was erected, the work was done in a jiffy and hanging plastic chains were put at the end of the main drain pipe so that the heavy rain water would, now, cascade through the chain-array, greatly reduced in force and consequently, the tiles below would have a lesser force of the flowing water to reckon with!
Earlier, Trijo, tried to give me a sham work by saying that the chain was unavailable(As the shops were closed due to the renewed lock down!) and he had the Bihari boys to finish the work with the available material, which when completed reminded me of a mini skirt! I'd to literally hold him by his ears and tell him to get the stuff from wherever possible or else half the costs would be held back till the job was completed! He got my message nice and proper and what gladdened me was that his workers, Arun and Gudda, also shared my point of view!!
'The Quarterdeck' was systematically shut down by evening, the newspaper boy was asked to collect our newspapers till Saturday to deliver on Sunday, on our return and the maid was instructed by Lekha about the work to be done during our absence.
A quiet evening. Called up our cab driver, George to find out the details of the route I must take to move out of Thrissur without any dead ends, in the morning.
Tailpiece.
It's my firm belief that Muthachhan is taking us out of the hot spot area of Thrissur, for a short period, to tide over the present situation. Hope things are brought under control by the weekend, on our return.
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