<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222</id><updated>2012-02-27T18:33:34.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Spring: A Lifetime of Anecdotes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-2482676977040196038</id><published>2012-02-27T18:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:33:34.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MD Naryana Iyer: Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>Ankichi gave birth to a stillborn baby boy (born with hydrocephalus). This was a blow to the whole household. Apparently, Dharmu used to visit the spot where the infant was buried, every morning and evening, out of a faint hope to see if the baby had come back to life.  Such was the grief. But in due course, life starting coming back to normal.  Ankichi and her husband were young, and they could have many more children. Appa consulted the best gynaecologist of the day to make sure there was nothing physically wrong with either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Manikutty, who left for England a few days after the birth of Ankichi's stillborn child, had started his preparations for the ICS in right earnest.  He was attending classes at Cambridge and other places for his subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manikutty appeared for the ICS exams, and despite getting top marks for some of the written subjects, could not make it in the viva voce.  Manikutty, who did not know what it was like to come second, had failed the ICS examination. Appa was visibly upset at the turn of events, but took it in his stride, thinking Manikutty would have another chance at the ICS examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nobody knew at that time was that politics had entered Manikutty's thoughts, and this came through in the ICS interview, resulting in his failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-2482676977040196038?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2482676977040196038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-naryana-iyer-chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/2482676977040196038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/2482676977040196038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-naryana-iyer-chapter-4.html' title='MD Naryana Iyer: Chapter 4'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-7104477493732180855</id><published>2012-02-27T18:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:25:41.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Things were going smoothly in Appa's life. He was advancing in his own career in the Cochin government service. He was well-respected for his integrity as well as for his ability.  Manikutty continued to be an extraordinarily brilliant student. He stood first in the Presidency in his intermediate examination, and went on to do his Mathematics honours at Presidency College in Madras. "Second to none", "One who does not know what it is to be second", were some of the phrases used to describe him. When Manikutty completed his honours degree, arrangements were made for his departure to England, as the preparatory step for appearing for the ICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankichi, after a couple of years of marriage, was expecting her first child - a much-awaited grandchild! Appa's cup was full - things were going very well, when the first tragedy struck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-7104477493732180855?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7104477493732180855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-narayana-iyer-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/7104477493732180855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/7104477493732180855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-narayana-iyer-chapter-3.html' title='MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 3'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-7226073385947124234</id><published>2012-02-27T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T18:19:38.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Appa's younger brother-in-law, T.A. Sesha Iyer of Kozhikode, brought a marriage proposal for Ankichi, the bridegroom being his own son, Anantanarayanan, or Ambi as he was called at home. Sesha Iyer was a legal luminary and a well-respected figure in Kozhikode. An alliance with Sesha Iyer was considered an honour. Ambi was an up-and-coming lawyer, and heir to his father's formidable legal practice. Hmmm, good enough, Appa thought. The added attraction was that Ankichi would not have to adjust to a new household because the bridegroom was his own nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankichi's marriage was celebrated with great pomp. There was a Harikatha performance by Ennapadam Venkataraman Iyer, and Musiri Subramania Iyer gave a music concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-7226073385947124234?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7226073385947124234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-narayana-iyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/7226073385947124234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/7226073385947124234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2012/02/md-narayana-iyer.html' title='MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 2'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-5119228345283666132</id><published>2011-05-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:37:28.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.3170602136699827"&gt;Appa,  MD Narayana Iyer, or MD as he was known to his friends, was born in  Manjappara, a small village near Palghat in Kerala. The family was  strictly middle-class and quite orthodox. Several members of the family  were musicians and so it was assumed that MD would also follow suit.  But, when MD was young, it became evident that he had a slight speech  impediment (he used to stammer) and so a career as a musician was ruled  out (vocal music was the norm and instrumental music a rarity). There  were no schools in Manjappara and the nearest school was about nine  miles away. So MD started schooling only when he was about nine, old  enough to stay away from his parents, and old enough to stay with a  family near the school. I was told his aunt used to walk the nine miles  and back every Wednesday and Saturday to give him an oil bath, because  oil baths were mandatory for boys on Wednesdays and Saturdays (Rohan and  Vishwanath, take note!). Being the first son after two daughters, he  was the apple of his parents’ eye. His younger brother was born five  years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;MD  was an excellent student and finished his schooling with flying  colours. He then joined Maharaja’s College at Ernakulam and passed his  BA in Mathematics with first class and went on to study engineering at  Guindy Engineering College in Madras. In those days, going to Madras for  higher studies was a big event and his aunt wanted to go with him to  Madras and set up a home for him there, to make sure he had proper food  and had his oil baths regularly! But MD managed to convince her that it  was not a practical suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;After  graduating from Guindy, he joined the Cochin government service. Apa  was married to a girl, Bhagirathi, who was chosen by his parents, as was  the custom then. The couple had three children. The first, a boy,  Kalyanakrishnan (N.K. Krishnan, as he came to be known later), whose pet  name was Manikutty; the second, a daughter, Padmavathy, affectionately  known as Ankichi, and then after a long gap, another son, Dharmarajan,  called Dharmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;Life  was going fairly smoothly form MD and his family. MD’s two older  sisters were married to brilliant lawyers, the older one to TN  Anantarama Iyer of Thrissur, and the younger one to TA Sesha Iyer of  Kozhikode. Both Anantarama Iyer and Sesha Iyer were very fond of MD and  had a great influence on him. MD was very fond of and very close to his  younger brother Ramakrishnan (Rasu), who was five years younger than  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;When  Manikutty was young, it became apparent that he was an extraordinarily  bright child. He topped the class in every subject and became the  darling of all his teachers, in spite of a mischievous temperament. When  he was in the fourth standard, there was a competitive examination for  the whole of Cochin State and Manikutty stood first, winning a gold  medal. He walked through all the streets of Ernakulam sporting the  medal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;In  those days (1920s and 30s) if the boy was brilliant, there was only one  choice of career for him (the obvious choice) and that was the Indian  Civil Service or ICS. So Appa decided that Manikutty would be an ICS  officer. This meant a major financial outlay and was not easy for a  Cochin government servant, with no ancestral property to fall back on.   But Appa was a very frugal person and started saving for his son’s  education from a very early age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;Like  many a fond parent, MD also had, in his heart of hears, a favourite  child, and that was Ankichi.  In the 1920s, nobody paid any attention to  their daughters’ education. Girls attended school only up to 4th of 5th  standard. The only real lessons they had were in cooking. Women cooked  and the men ate, that was the accepted order of the day. As far as their  daughters were concerned, the parents’ only aim was to get them married  off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;But  Appa was different. He paid as much attention to Ankichi’s education as  he did to his sons’. He insisted on Ankichi passing the SSLC  examinations and she was probably one of the first Brahmin girls to do  so in Cochin State. Appa, hailing from a family of musicians, had  Ankichi well trained in music as well. He hoped that Ankichi would marry  an ICS officer, when fate intervened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-5119228345283666132?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/5119228345283666132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/05/md-narayana-iyer-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/5119228345283666132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/5119228345283666132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/05/md-narayana-iyer-chapter-1.html' title='MD Narayana Iyer: Chapter 1'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-1082969146296680555</id><published>2011-05-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:13:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extraordinary Life: M.D. Narayana Iyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.40082640225883504"&gt;All his perfections were so rare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The wit of men could not declare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Which single virtue or which grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Above all the rest had its place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Some  time back, my granddaughter Aditi and I were having a discussion about  the people who had the maximum impact on our lives. That conversation  made me decide to write about the person who had the maximum impact on  me, a person whose life was a profile in stoic courage, who faced  adversities head on, and emerged a winner - an astonishing saga of grit  and determination. His life can serve as a lesson for the future  generation. This is not a chronological sequence of events. In trying to  showcase the essence of the person, I have narrated events which bring  out his infinite capacity to delve into his vast reserves of inner  strength to help him swim against the tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;*    *    *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;At  one corner of a large compound, a little girl of about four was playing  by herself.  She heard the familiar horn of the car. She left  everything as it was and ran to the front of the house.  An elderly  gentleman had just alighted from the car. He was tall, with aristocratic  features and ramrod-erect posture. The little girl rushed up to him.   The elderly gentleman threw the girl up in the air, pretended to lose  his grip on her, and caught her in the last second, grandfather and  granddaughter rolling with laughter. This was a daily routine, until one  day the old man’s wife shouted at him, “You are no longer young, she is  getting heavier, you will break your back one day - stop this!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A  thirteen year old girl has written an especially good essay and  grandfather showed it to every visitor to the house. “My granddaughter  wrote this.” I could go on and on - I was the young girl, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only  much later in life did I realize the significance of these actions. My  grandfather did not want me to feel the absence of a father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-1082969146296680555?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1082969146296680555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/05/extraordinary-life-md-narayana-iyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/1082969146296680555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/1082969146296680555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/05/extraordinary-life-md-narayana-iyer.html' title='An Extraordinary Life: M.D. Narayana Iyer'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-3220006814392024899</id><published>2011-02-12T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:27:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onam</title><content type='html'>One of the (or probably the most important) festival in Kerala isOnam. this festival falls in the Malayalam month Chingam, (mid August to mid September) on the star Thiruvonam The festival starts on Athham and culminates on Thiruvonam.The most visible part of Onam is the floral decoration in front of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The youngsters collect flowers from roadside,open fields (and even steal flowers from neighbours!) half the pleasure lies in that!The floral decoration consists of circles of flowers of different colours andshapes, the overall effect depending on the artistry of the decorator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the kitchenfront,the household members start preparations for the major feast on the Thruvonam day,practically a week in advance,the feast or the'onasadya' being a much anticipated event eagerly awaited by young and old alike. Frying of banana chips kickstarts the preparations. Nenthrakka also known as ethakka (the long green variety) will be available in plenty in this season.Also in the menu will be the sharkara upperi (thick slices of banana fried and coated with jaggery syrup). (In my innocence I thought these would be universal favourites, until a friend said, she had to spit out sharkara upperi at a Kerala wedding feast!!!)the feast cosists of kalan,olan,erisseri,avial,pulyinji,pappadam ,payasam,etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clothes are bought for the entire family.In Kerala, Onam is celebrated the same way, Diwali is celebrated in Tamil Nadu and the northern states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend behind Onam goes like this.Long time ago a king named Mahabali (or Maveli)ruled Kerala. Mavelli was a very just king.&lt;br /&gt;the legend behind Onam goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;The legend behind onam is that long long ago, in Kerala, there reigned a king called Mahabali or Maveli. He was a very just person and the state thrived and prospered under him. Everybody was happy. Nobody went hungry, and evrybody was treated alike. But gradually, the success of the state went to the king's head and he became a bit swollen headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gods wanted to teach him a lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-3220006814392024899?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3220006814392024899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/02/onam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/3220006814392024899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/3220006814392024899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/02/onam.html' title='Onam'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-8258467105137519703</id><published>2011-01-25T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:43:03.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenery</title><content type='html'>you have to visit Kerala to see how many hues the colour green has. It is literally, green,greener,greenest! The paddyfields swaying in the wind,the sea of cocoanut trees, the mango trees,the jackfruit trees, the rubber trees, vying with one another to project its own shade of green,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-8258467105137519703?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/8258467105137519703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/greenery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/8258467105137519703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/8258467105137519703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/greenery.html' title='Greenery'/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227509186161604222.post-2560244028066205650</id><published>2011-01-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:26:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I think of my schooldays,what immediately comes to my mind is the incessant rain,rain pelting down the rooftops,rain drenching the new books,rain making the new dresses soaking wet,footwear being made unwearable.But the rain also made the greenery greener,the flowers brighter,the streets cleaner. the onset of southwest monsoon also coincided with the start of a new class and the accompanying excitement,new clssmates,reuniting with old friends and so on! even now after so many decades,whenever we&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7227509186161604222-2560244028066205650?l=alameluvasanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2560244028066205650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/whenever-i-think-of-my-schooldayswhat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/2560244028066205650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7227509186161604222/posts/default/2560244028066205650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alameluvasanta.blogspot.com/2011/01/whenever-i-think-of-my-schooldayswhat.html' title=''/><author><name>raja vasanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451679143784211726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
