WHY DOES NICE GENTLEMEN ALWAYS END UP LOSING?
As a person who has seen the world of today over four decades in different parts of India, added to the benefit of being one among the vagabonds, which I was for over a decade. I can tell for sure a few things with clarity and sureness.
First of all I will deal with my father’s life. He was an honest and simple person. He lost his father when he was only one year old. His mother brought him up with the help of the family pension given to her by a British Cement Company [M/S HARRISSON CROSSFIELDS] where her husband was an accountant before he died of typhoid just after he treated his wife for the same ailment, ultimately saving her life while sacrificed and succumbed to the same instead. My father also benefited due to an environment of joint family system. His paternal uncle, a teacher in a nearby school never got married so as to take good care of my father and his mom. There were also other cousins who too grew up with him along with their parents all living in one roof the name of the ‘Tharavadu’ as we call it was ‘Mechakat’.
The British company ensured families pension every 1st day of each month in the forties and fifties till my father got a job under Madras PWD then. Though the pension was only Rs.100/- but enough during those days. Our corporatism must try to emulate such deeds they can see that in spite of being the intruder and rulers they did not do it under force or court order, but was showing their compassion for a gentleman who was loyal and knowledgeable. Realizing the need for extra income my grand mother started tailoring at home for the extra savings and succeeded in sending my father to Guindy Engineering College, in Chennai [erstwhile Madras] which is still one of the best in the country.
My father was in the team of the independent India and was developing infrastructure, roads, dams, canals and bridges all over from Malampuzha dam the first of its kind during those periods. Malampuzha ensured food security for the district of Palakkad and was the place with kuttanadu feeding the whole state. The canals ensured three crops a year till date. Now surprisingly the paddy fields are disappearing for buildings, industries and rubber plantation, which requires less workers dearth of workers too perhaps, hastened those people to change crops. My father had he been alive would have dreaded to see the paddy fields disappearing faster than any other plains in comparison. All the good work in favour of our nation’s food security and national security is in fact in peril. My father had also contributed heavily towards building non existent roads in the North East Frontier Agency, bordering China after the 1962 Chinese aggression. He had opted to join Boarder Roads Task Force which made roads in those hilly terrains with speed and competency but family compulsions of a sick mother [he was the only child] and 5 small children along with wife was suffering in his absence. He had to leave against his heart as a true patriot. Back in Kerala PWD [after Kerala State was born] he always ended up on the losing side. The main weapon which he lacked was money power as he had married a labourer from the canals he built, adding to his other virtue of honesty. He not only lost the 5 years he served under Tamilnadu Govt. [Madras] but like insult to injury he was reverted as Assistant Engineer the ground was service under other state -Governments does not include to the total service one has put in. Emergence of Kerala State under language division was not his making and still it was used against him. He did not have the means those days for fighting against the corrupt funds which backed the other side. He was forced to be in the same job till his retirement at 55, as he simply did not have the money power required for fighting back in those days. Even today all governments irrespective of their party are corrupt to the core making one disgusted and helpless. A few individuals here and there are not enough to erase corruption. It will take thousands of Sonias, Rahuls, Manmohansinghs and AK Antonys to put things in the right perspective. I had great faith in the Marxists like my father who too supported them in the beginning as they were a clean bunch in those periods especially leaders like EMS, KR GOURI etc. Now they too have started to rot and are no different in anyway.
Though I have faith in Achuthandan who it seems is helpless.
In my case too I was always an onlooker, while some guys who were with me have gone higher and higher and I do not grudge them as they could change themselves without much conscious and compromise their values and integrity. I simply did not believe like my father, in changing our morality but would contribute in what ever little ways, still can fight with the system. Unlike my father who did not have a blogger id in those days I have the benefit of a blogger site in Google [‘solitairebala’] through which I intend to make many revelations behind most of those corrupt practices one by one day by day.
Greetings and more to follow.
Compiled by Balakrishnan.M,16a, 3rd layout ,Meena Estate, COIMBATORE-641028
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