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Saturday, February 18, 2012


-An unforgettable rafting experience on Trishuli River
27th October, 2011. Morning 7.00 am.
As per our plan we all met in front of KV, Kathmandu gate and called the vehicle there to pick us. We were Sixteen in the group and all of us were very excited about the Rafting trip. At about 10.30 a.m., we reached our destination. It was a bright sunny day and a perfect day for rafting. As we reached, we rushed to the shore of Trishuli river. 

Like the waves in the river, our excitement rose. The guide gave us the necessary instruction and equipments(life jacket, helmet, paddle). He told us how to row, how to sit, how to pull if some one falls off the raft and he told us the way which we were going to follow. All the instructions came to us like a brainstorm; there was hardly any time to understand what we were supposed to do.

Here, I would like to tell you about some technical jargons used for communication while rafting. There were Four rapids that were included in our 13 kms. and 3 hours. Rafting. Well, a RAPID is basically a place in a river where you get the most turbulent and perfect waves for rafting. Rapid Four was the toughest for us. After the briefing by the guide, we were made into two groups each having eight members. The water was quite cold and our fearful yet exciting journey started.

                                                            Samal Sir and Santhosh Sir

As we approached the first Rapid full of high and turbulent wave, the fear within increased and within a moment we defeated the wave. After some time we reached a place where the water was quite calm. Suddenly we heard our guide saying, “Those who want to swim can jump into the river”. Within a split of a second I looked at Santhosh Kana sir and he looked at me and I found him on the edge of the raft. Rather than diving, he took a somersault and went deep into the river. After watching Santhosh sir surfacing safely, all my fear got converted into confidence (real life lesson, sir). 

I looked at my mother and before she could say “No” to me, I plunged into the river. Suddenly I realized that I was going deep and deep into the river, somehow, I managed to come out safely and I was pulled into the raft back. At this point of time, I actually felt what the author of the lesson DEEP WATER, prescribed for us in our English textbook, would have felt when he was thrown into a swimming pool. 

Filled with confidence and thrill, we rowed further and conquered our next two Rapids, viz. Lady Delight and Surprise. Now we were heading towards the most difficult and dangerous Rapid, Rapid four named Upset One, Upset Two and Monsoon. Because we had small children with us, we decided not to take Rapid Upset One which was long, difficult and dangerous. We came close to the shore, got out of the raft and walked up the hill to reach the smooth water. Walking up the hill and descending to the shore through rocky and thorny paths was no less than walking back in time. The guides were waiting with the rafts on the shore. We continued our journey through the smooth water and reached our destination.

I came to know the meaning of the words Thrill, Adventure and Fun, not from a dictionary but from real experience. I lived and felt those words.
I would advise each one of you to feel the thrill of water and experience river rafting but be safe.
                                 -Parth Upadhyay, Class-XII, KV, Kathmandu. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

YODHA Unnikutan in DESHABHIMANI News suppliment

Vijayan Karivellur writes about how i discovered the YODHA film child artist Siddharth Lama in Kathmandu, Nepal.
30.12.2011 Deshabhimani News suppliment, NAATUVISHESHAM

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


-the days of the talkies, a flash back
The thatched structure with a loudhailer on top blaring out the latest fads was our dream house. “Daily 3 shows” and “Next change” were etched on the silver screen of our mind in the formative years.

The desperate wait in the sweating crowd for matinee, the slides displayed already running through the projector of our mind with expectations and calculations about the film and its course, the pigeon hole like ticket windows, the jostles and the hurry to occupy the best seat preferably under a huge ceiling fan and then the wait for the bell to ring and the hall to go dark.
The simple and honest ethics of the slide shows “No smoking in the hall” that made a few jeer, the govt. sponsored documentaries(news reel) on a calamity or the rehabilitation of a worst affected lot in the remote parts of the country narrated in the most compassionate voice.

The doors still throwing a beam of light by the late entry of some, all the faces turned towards him/her. In fact, the late entrant used to be the most prompt from experience. He/she knows the exact duration of these dreary prologues and occupies the seat a few seconds precisely before the screen goes dark for the movie to start.The flood of light on the silver screen from behind was the spate of energy that kept our dreams flow.

You could hear it in indignant cat calls and whistles when the flood ceased abruptly.Some furniture would bear the brunt of the indignation not only on such accidents but also when we felt cheated for expecting a good movie that roped us in by its tall claims.The interactive intervals, the rush to a stinking pissoir and the cigarettes and beedis stubbed in hurry- all flash on my mind’s screen.The makers of a movie would have spent days and months in rain and shine but we too have sweated and waited in shine and dark for our dreams to take new wings and expanse. We nourished the movie step by step with bated breath, sigh, guffaws and moans and a satisfactory climax was like a safe journey that refreshed,broadened and bettered us. Ask the non acoustic walls of those rural talkies, and you could hear a rare melody of those hey days.The neighbours knew most of the dialogues of a popular movie by heart or could visualize the scene from the voices that echoed on them till late night. Some housewives could even guess the time for dinner! Movies were, undoubtedly, a topic of social discussions.
Like enchanted by a pied piper, we used to run behind the jeeps that flung pamphlets/notices of the movie with a synopsis. Our village lanes used to keen the ears to Friday announcements. From T.Krishnan Nair’s voice to Rajan Karivellur’s baritone, the announcements were like thrilling trailers.
Fridays were the most anticipated in our lives and the doomsday of a movie.A diehard fan of a popular star would shed his inhibitions, follow his heart to the talkies and see “the next change”. One or two from such remote hamlets also had the good fortune of meeting their screen idols or making it big on screen and some returned disillusioned and deceived after a dream journey to Madras. Collection of notices were the hobby of many movie buffs!!! Notices that carried the gist of the movie keeping the suspense alive with “rest on screen”. The vendor who moved around with soda , nuts and with the lyrics book, there was no and reading the words behind the song was like going closer to it; many experimented a film show at home using the film strips collected from the talkies surroundings and seeing them projected on a wall through a bulb, the “eureka” heave of seeing the stars on our home walls; the curious crowd surrounding the poster man who fixed them at prime spots in the village, the fragments from Sivakasi slowly giving shape to a complete picture was no less joy than watching a film that combines many shots. Remember Antonio Ricci in the Italian neo-realistic film(Bicycle Thieves) of Desica!!!
Talkies were an integral part of our lives, great recreation, social interaction and livelihood for many-the Proprietor, the Manager, the Operator and the gate keepers. And of course, many vendors.We were one though distributed economically into Benches, Chairs and Reserve.
LEENA TALKIES of Karivellur, my native village in the northern part of Kerala, is no more. Like many other talkies heading towards extinction, it is an abandoned land now where only a wall stands like the grim remnant of a glorious period in our social history.Nothing illumines that darkness now unlike those days when darkness was the backdrop for our dreams to shine in fulfillment.
I feel, we all have contributed to this gradual extinction in some form or the other. So, let me not dwell on those introspective analyses.

LEENA TALKIES was inaugurated by the honourable MLA, Late Sri. A.V.Kunhambu in 1972, the then Panchayat President Sri. K. Krishnan Master presided over the function, recollects Sri. Kunhiraman, the founder manager. With his first cousin, late Mr. Balakrishnan who owned a talkies at Thankayam near Thrikaripur(it was closed down later), he started LEENA TALKIES, named after Balakrishnan’s daughter at Karivellur. 
They became our rural lumiere brothers!!

It took us almost two years to have the full-fledged talkies. Initially, low voltage was a problem but soon it was rectified. The land belonged to Mr. Moosan kutty. I gratefully remember an engineer who expedited the work to get us the license.The people of Karivellur have been very co-operative and helpful.
Before opening the talkies, I used to have business at Parassinikkadavu.
·         The first film screened was ‘KARA KAANAKKADAL’ which ran for a week.The operator was Mr. P.Anandan. I got the movie from Bindu talkies at Papinissery. The collection was not good.The movie that gave maximum collection was ‘VEENDUM PRABHATAM’ which ran for a month.
       Another nearby talkies was Paakkanar at Cheruvathur.                                                                              
          ·         The ticket rates were 75 paise for Bench, 1 rupee 10 paise for Chair and 1 rupee 60 paise for Reserve.
  • ·         It cost me more than Thirty thousand to build the talkies. The thatching used to be done annually.
  • ·         I used to go to Calicut for charting the movies and the deal is between me, the manager and the company representative. Some of the popular companies were Evershine, Rajashree and Jolly.
  • ·         Yes, we keep a DCR-Daily Collection Record. The representative checks the collection of each show(we used to have 3 shows-matinee, first show and second show). The Panchayat also monitors the functioning.I used to go home after second show started and the staff used to take care of other things. We used to have maximum rush for First show.  Beedi workers were regular movie goers and there were some families who made it a point to be at the talkies for the second show on every Saturday.                                                                                                                                                     
  •  ·         The talkies used to be given for meetings, plays and marriages too.
  • School students were always given concession and the movie that brought maximum profit from school students was ‘CHANDANAKKAADU’.
  • Actors like ParavoorBharathan, KuthiravattomPappu, KPAC Lalitha, Manavalan Joseph visited the talkies drawing huge crowd when they came for a shooting at Payyanur. I had to seek the help of the police to regulate the crowd.
  • Movies were like festivals in those days. The song filling the air before the show begins, people pouring in; the “house full” days etc. are so vivid in my memory. I used to feel like a good host welcoming the most respectable guests. 
  • I had to close down the talkies. That was in 1987.  The last movie shown was ‘URAKKAM VARAATHA RAATHRIKAL’. 

Cinema Kunhiraman, as he is popularly known, signs off with a sigh.

Though the management changed hands and the show went on, it saw its "THE END" a few years ago.

My sincere thanks to:
1. Sri. Bharathan Karivellur (Bindu Studio)
2. Sri.P.Muraleedharan
3. Mr. Suresh Karivellur
4. Sri. Pattuva Satheesan

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Do you taste what you read?

        Dear children,

The stories, poems and plays that you study in the prescribed textbooks are not the end in themselves. They make no meaning without you, you, the Reader. You give life and meaning to those words printed on the paper. Otherwise they are just dead letters.

When you read, don’t forget the life, the sensitive mind which created them. If you can throb or pulsate with the life and spirit behind those words, you are a true reader. It should be an experience like smelling a rose or tasting sugar. Only true readers can make a book successful and meaningful.

You know most of the violence and problems in the world are due to this simple mistake of missing the spirit behind the words and following the words alone. It is what we call ignorance.  Being young and energetic, tread new paths. Don’t feel prey to prejudice. Ask questions before you accept. Test before you test.

Words are just a means to achieve an end. Discover the content, discard the container.

Let’s breathe life into words which have their origin in life. If we are sensitive enough to imbibe the spirit or life of words, they would, no doubt, cease to be words but doors.

In my opinion, there are two kinds of reading: one that feeds you and the one that empties you. I have always been with the latter.

I remember a voracious reader saying, "I am not a reader, but a rider on books"!!!