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Monday, February 16, 2015

My Angel

I still remember Mr Peter who taught me in seventh Standard ,he was a terror for us
He  taught us mathematics  if I remember correctly ,
he used to wear sunglasses most of the time as he had some eye problem ,coupled with that he was known to get angry quickly and used to even make fun of us having nicknames for each of us of course all this was in jest to make us good I realized later but at that time he was one of my childhood night mares  .
I lost my dad quite early in life when I was just 10 years old ,though he did not let us in penury and provided us with enough comforts for a decent upbringing my mother wanted to be independent of her relatives who pressurized her to move to our village in Kerala and this was something she would not do as she knew our education would not be the same as in Madras
what a great mother she was !

So even though we had literally a palace in Parappanangadi my mothers place in Kerala we stayed put in Madras in a middle class locality in Mylapore very near to my school the Santhome High school today the Santhome higher secondary school .
There was nothing we did not have and both me and my elder sister were quite happy with a house that my dad built in another part of the city providing us rent and we also getting his family pension regularly .
I still remember me  standing in que in my half shorts in the Tamilnadu secretariat for the family pension renewal as my dad had been an employee there before he left us all so suddenly .
i rememebr travelling by bus to Kilpauk to get rent from our tenant wo would pin it in my shirt pocket so that it wouldnt be picked in the bus ,it did happen once as a finger tried to sneak into my pocket and i clamped on it and he swiftly disappeared .
I learnt early

Childhood without a father is a bit painful specially when every time a new teacher comes or we enter a new class we had to introduce ourselves and the first question those days was
whats your dad doing ?
I would shrink from this sorry question and pip meekly
 I dont have a father ,
some would tut tut while others had even asked and how do you live !
one sir had even declared Harimohan is a poor father less boy !

So the time came once when the teachers decided to come to each home to collect a donation for some fund ,I dont remember but it was for some building and the personal home visit was to garner huge donations ,
our school generally did not do that but it had a fair sprinkling of reasonably well offs too and it never collected extra money so fair enough .

I knew my mother was quite careful with spending money  so I warned her not to give sob stories of losing her husband and just give what they ask specially because Peter sir was supposed to come to my house with others and he would not budge without getting the dues .
he is very strict just give what he asks ok I  told
she just nodded her poor head
the D day came ,
I welcomed all of them inside
please come sir please sit down sirs
My mother came and folded her hands
hows Hari, sir in studies ?
Hari is ok nice boy not very keen on sports but good in his writing
even those days to me reading a book or writing was more interesting than playing cricket and I shirked PT classes as much as possible .
Madam we are needing some funds for the school building and we need all the help we have marked a minimum amount for every parent so we came to collect it .
My mother said
we are not poor sir we can manage to give that amount its not a problem but I do not know if you are aware that Haris father left us all when he was 10 years old and I need to have a tight control on my purse ,Iam sure you will understand
her eyes were filled when she said this

I was shocked
I knew it was the disaster I did not want to happen
I dare not look at them now
Peter Sir would  punish me for sure
I was near Peter sir then

suddenly I felt a warm hand caressing my hair
no madam nothing needed we are sorry we should not have troubled you
your looking after your children against all odds is a lesson to all of us
may God be with you and your family

He looked at me and said Hari you should study well to be a worthy son of this mother of yours who loves you so much
saying this they left

My mother looked at me and said sorry Monne ( son )


no Amma I know I know said I

I still remember Peter sir my nightmare who turned into an angel that day

how much memory teachers leave on us even after decades


16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very Nice story. Reminds me of my English Teacher Narayana sir. Very fierce look-wise, kind at heart.

Harimohan Paravu said...

Wonderful story Hari. I truly enjoyed reading it.
Here's to all those wonderful people - your Peter sir, your Mom and your tenant who thought enough about the rent to pin it. And you and your sister too

Maddy said...

that was a touching reminiscence hari, you brought the scene to my eyes...

Maddy said...

that was a touching reminiscence hari, you brought the scene in front of my eyes

Usha Raghavan said...

I liked this one about your teacher and mom!
I am sure your mom was a brave lady and fought against odds to bring you both up in seventies and eighties!
They were the times when we had to think about resources in every aspect of life, although In a way, it deciplined
our lives!

Usha Raghavan said...

I liked this one about your teacher and mom!
I am sure your mom was a brave lady and fought against odds to bring you both up in seventies and eighties!
They were the times when we had to think about resources in every aspect of life, although In a way, it deciplined
our lives!

Philomina Sequeira said...

Dear Dr. Hari,
Shyja forwarded your 'Angel' to me. It was wonderful to read.

Your memory is so vivid, your sentiments are so strong. Well narrated.

You relive the good moments of life through all this. Marvellous.

Rao said...

Great son of excellent parents. You certainly can be real expressive with your pen.

Thanks for sharing Hari.

Proud to be your friend.

Rao.

Raman said...

How is your Amma?
Always remember one thing in life,God takes some thing to give a better thing.For your Family your Dad was was important for God you were important.
The sufferings made you study and God made you a great Doctor.
convey my regards to your family.

Satish said...

Gurubyo namaha!!!

satish said...

Gurubyo namaha!!!

Ms Sequiera said...










Dear Dr. Hari,
Shyja forwarded your 'Angel' to me. It was wonderful to read.

Your memory is so vivid, your sentiments are so strong. Well narrated.

You relive the good moments of life through all this. Marvellous.

Raman said...

Dear Hari,
How is your Amma?
Always remember one thing in life,God takes some thing to give a better thing.For your Family your Dad was was important for God you were important.
The sufferings made you study and God made you a great Doctor.
convey my regards to your family.

Usha Raghavan said...

Dear Hari Mohan
I liked this one about your teacher and mom!
I am sure your mom was a brave lady and fought against odds to bring you both up in seventies and eighties!
They were the times when we had to think about resources in every aspect of life, although In a way, it deciplined
our lives!

Rao said...



















Great son of excellent parents. You certainly can be real expressive with your pen.

Thanks for sharing Hari.

Proud to be your friend

Dr Babu said...

Dear Hari,
That is a touching narration of your teacher and your parents, and a reminiscence of our backgrounds and reminds us to be thankful to our parents and teachers.
Babu

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