A valuable journey

Today while my returning journey from office I got a wonderful company in the bus. From Kaloor to Varapuzha we share each others points of view. You may be keen on who the fellow is. Yes, it’s a hidden fact for me too. From the pungent smell of alcohol I understand he drank a lot. He seated near to my seat and without any intention he started talking to me loudly. As my fellow passengers keep looking on us. First I smell some fishy. Then I realize that it’s an interesting matter for my bog. So I joined with him and keenly started responding to his teachings. Yes he is acted like a teacher. We share our views on diverse subjects like malayali, poverty, ayurveda, allopathic, work etc. While talking I can understand that he is now speaking with the power of alcohol but from his inner too.

According to him malayalees are so wise and doing good in India and abroad. Now we can't see poverty in Kerala. Of course the state is much developed in knowledge spectrum, and money is flowing everywhere. While hearing him I sneered several times, though it’s common now days for me, suddenly he acted like a doctor by suggesting medicines, really joking. He advised me to apply Vicks or amritanjan inside the nose. For him that is the best medicine. Suddenly he changed his mind. It’s not wise to use English medicines but use ayurvedic medicines. One medicine he suggested is Thumba (a small plant earlier common in our grounds have very good medicinal values). While applying its oil he said our eyes become reddish in color, entammo. So some may lose consciousness and go for English medicine. But for him such circumstances English medicine is the savior. Still money is the problem; we have to pay much on different kinds of tests. While in the intervals he didn’t forget to ask me “Njan salyamayillallo”. I saw the peoples start laughing. So again I asked questions. Later we discussed fare stage problem existing in NH-17. Then he talked about his kind of work. He is a mason by profession, and he is of course a skilled worker but he can't earn much. I imagined, that may be his problem. As per he, when he has 200 bugs somebody asks for a 100 bugs he will suddenly give them. Though he is a drunkard I find the truth in his mind. So I don't feel any discomfort in talking.

At last I get off from the bus I didn’t forget to pass my warm regards. He responded to my words in a different mood that he hasn’t met me before and I found he is too tired to talk. May because he lost a good company or the alcohol started working on his body.