The Third of December

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On 3rd December 1956, a boy was born and he changed my life for the good.

The third of December
On this day, 54 years ago, Valliamma gave birth to a baby boy in a nondescript village in Trichur, the cultural capital of Kerala. He grew up to be the apple of everyone’s eye. He was one of the smartest blokes in town and people adored him for that. Being the eldest among the 5 children, the responsibility of taking care of his siblings was soon handed over to him by his parents, both of whom worked as labors in the rubber plantations. For this he even had to discontinue his studies at an early age. But his thirst for knowledge and some help from his grandfather saw him back in school after a hiatus. Here, he passed out with flying colors, to be among only the worthy few who cleared the Xth boards in their first attempt. He then went on to do all kinds of work to support his family. From drawing water from the well for his neighbors to being the Administrative manager of a reputed firm today, this man has seen it all. Any work that he pursued, he pursued it with dignity and sincerity. This was the secret of his success. His beloved wife often jestingly comments that his tongue was the greatest asset that he possessed. Believe me; she hit the bull’s eye on this. This man can convince people with a whip of that fat, red taste sensor of his. With this gift, he worked hard and smart simultaneously, believing in a simple motto: Work hard today and you’ll have a better tomorrow. That’s what drives him even today.
At 54 today, his life can be dissected into two halves. In his first 27 years, he tapered himself to meet the challenges of the life that lay ahead of him, simultaneously fulfilling the responsibilities of his family with aplomb. At 28, he got married. The next 27 years saw him take on new responsibilities which induced greater strength in him. His wife and his children were his life now; however he did not at any instant forget his other family members and saw to it that he fulfilled their needs to the best he could. He just loved responsibilities and met them with diligence and integrity. This is a man who fought valiantly against the adversities that life threw at him and emerged a winner at every juncture of it. To be precise, a ‘self made man’. Today I am proud to have been played a crucial part in 24 of those 54 wonderful years. At this point, an inevitable question arises. After all, who is this guy and what does he have to do with me? A simple six letter word is the answer to both the above questions, but I wouldn’t want to stop it at that. That plump little boy from Thrishuvaperoor is my tutor, my support system, my guiding light, my Google search engine and above all, my creator. He is my father, Paramekaadan Velayuthan makan Narayanan.
Happy Birthday Acha.


Submitted: January 05, 2011

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