MADHAVAN
AMMAVAN ALIAS MADHAVAN UNCLE
When we hear about a person’s death, our mind will start
recollecting the situations and incidents that we encountered with them. Just a few minutes ago, I had a call from
Indu chechi (sister). She was on her way
back after attending the funeral of Madhavan Ammavan that took place in Konni
near Pathanthitta, when she called me.
Madhavan ammavan was no more. He
will live in the memories of a few for a few more years. Then he will be forgotten like that of the
billions of people who lived and died in this world. However, I know him for the past thirty-five
years; I could remember only a few incidents that too took place with the
intervals of decades. However, I
happened to hear and talk about him and happened to meet my relatives who used
to talk about him. So, I believe that
his life had something in it that need to be shared and analysed to those who
want to learn more about life, death, fate and God.
When I was nine years old, I met Madhavan ammavan for
the first time. Only that meeting I
could remember. Madhavan ammavan was
shouting at my father. It was the first
time, I saw, someone using disrespectful words and filthy language against my
father. My mother tried to pacify
Madhavan ammavan. Some of my neighbours
interfered and somehow he went away after shouting at my father for a few more
minutes.
Madhavan ammavan was one among them.
My father and many of my cousins also belonged to that
category. One fine morning, an aunty and
her seventeen years old son had come to my house. Only then I came to know that they were
Madhavan ammavan’s wife and son. My
father helped them to find the whereabouts of Madhavan ammavan. That must be the reason behind Madhavan
ammavan’s shouting at my father. Though
the Aunt and son stayed for a few days with Madhavan ammavan, they went back to
Konni. That Aunt was also a nurse
working in a hospital at Pathanamthitta.
Then, one day another malayalee nurse came to meet my father to complaint about Madhavan Ammavan. I learned from their talk that Madhavan ammavan discarded her and then brought a nurse from Kerala.
My father might have solved her problem by finding her a placement in any hospital. Madhavan uncle used to get young nurses from Kerala. My father used to bring majority of his nephews after schooling and gave training at his dispensary, and helped them to get RIMP certificates from the Indigenous medical Institute from Thirunelveli, Tamil Nadu. They were sent to interior villages near and around Theni and Cumbum in Tamil Nadu.
I learned from the talk of my parents with my cousins, who
also had their dispensaries, that a few of my cousins were supplied nurses by
Madhavan ammavan. Later, I heard that
one of my cousins had married the nurse, supplied to him by Madhavan ammavan
against the wish of his parents. Thus,
Madhavan ammavan became a devil to some and an angel to some others. There was a long gap. We shifted to Kerala from Tamil Nadu. Madhavan ammavan and my cousins continued to
run their dispensaries in the villages near and around Theni and Cumbum.
Madhavan ammavan’s son Vijayan became the sole proprietor
of a Financing
Company functioning at
Kochi. When I was searching for a job
after my graduation, Indhu chechi took me to meet Mr. Vijayan. He appointed me as the Store Keeper. Madhavan ammavan was not seen in Ernakulum. Even then, he continued to run his dispensary
in Anumanthan Patti with a nurse. In the
middle of 1986, Mr. Vijayan gave me an
assignment to go and meet his father and get the power of attorney signed by Madhavan
Ammavan. Only then, I came to
know that he was also a shareholder in many of the firms that Mr. Vijayan had started.
He was in Sixties then, but was healthy. I told him about the purpose of my visit. I expected that he would get angry at me. But, he behaved strangely. He said he didn’t invest any amount. It was Vijayan’s firm. Therefore, he was ready to sign in the power of Attorney. .
It was actually a pleasant surprise. Then we began talking about my family. He enquired about my parents. Amutha aunty came with a cup of tea. He seemed more interested in talking about films. Televisions were popular only in Metropolitan cities.
After having
our supper, we both went to a Tamil film at a nearby touring talkies. Next day, he signed in all the papers and I
left his clinic, reached Ernakulum, and handed over all the documents to his
son Mr. Vijayan.
Therefore, reluctantly he went to his son with Mr. Kumaresan. It was pathetic and lamentable that his son turned his old father ruthlessly away. He might have had his own powerful reason to substantiate his stand.
However, it was unpardonable. It was no doubt, it was a mistake, a sin that Mr. Vijayan committed. I could imagine the deplorable condition of Madhavan uncle and his feeling and guilt for his mistake that he had done earlier in the similar way that his son did for him during his last days. However, he decided to go to his house where he was born.
His nephew, who must be a kindhearted one, allowed Madhavan uncle to stay there in that house having realised the pitiable condition of him. I could imagine the great relief that might have appeared on the face of Mr. Kumaresan.
Anyhow, Madhavan uncle breathed his last within a few weeks. What might be the ruminations that he had until his last breath?
What I learnt from this experience is that when we are young, we tend to commit lot of mistakes without considering other's feelings and the aftermath which have the repercussions at the end. Life and experience teach lot of lessons in everyone's life and let us learn from our own experiences and around that we observe and spread the fragrance of love.
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