Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thangu, the first don of Kerala
If there was a Don in kerala, then it will of-course be Thangu. The boy appears to be calm, quiet like a sweet little teddy bear kept in the shopping malls but in real he is the real hero of the Don series, and yes today’s post. Thangu is the younger child of My Aunt who is more mischievous and naughty than he appears. If you want to compare your child or nephew with him then please think twice before you do so.
I reached home early from office due to weekends and was surprised to see some blogger friends online. I had a chat with Nithya from 4th sense samayal and Sangi from simply delicious, they are really honest and good people. They have a lot to discuss about their life and blogs. I understand they love their friends around their blog a lot. I prepared puttu for dinner, as I was feeling lazy due to the busy schedule at office.
I checked my mails and saw Thangu’s photo in my pictures folder. They were taken during the time we went for Tirupati Balaji’s darshan. Tirupathy Balaji’s darshan was a funny story, which can be read from this link http://abhilifelapazzo.blogspot.com/2009/06/biography-of-darshan-at-tirupathy.html . I thought I should introduce him to my blog readers. I compared Thangu with Don since he is also similar to a Don in his activities. If I plan to write about Thangu then I will have to write a book that can be sold more than Mario Puzo’s “The Godfather”.
Thangu kathakal or Thangu’s story is like the tenali raman the difference being tenali raman was popular for his wisdom and Thangu for his mischief.
- I still remember the day when he burnt the garden; all the plants were in flames and people running here and there. I saw Thangu standing there cool and watching the people run. He lit a matchstick in the garden where the cleaner deposited dried leaves. Fire was waiting for a person to do it and Thangu took the job. Like the real Don he went there and lit the matchstick, burnt them one by one until the leaves catch fire and it spreads across the garden burning each plant.
My Aunt was angry and beat him a lot. He agreed he would not burn anything in the garden in future. After two weeks, I saw Aunt running behind him with a stick. This time he had burnt neighbors place. On interrogation, he replied that he had promised not to burn his garden. : )
- The stories are endless. One day his mother beat him for some mischief he caused in the house. He was angry with his mother and announced he will not return home. He went away from his house, from the reach of his mothers view and started crying sitting on the roadside. A fellow passenger, a old man saw him crying and thought to support and said “son, please don’t cry. Can I know, why you are crying?”.
He said a single word and the man was seen running with his life. Wondering!, what he did? He took a stone in his hand pointing the old man and said in feeble but hard voice, “Poda patti”. (No translations or subtitles for Malayalam available : ) --- )
- Since his stories will not end here, I have to restrict them to few incidents. He created a same mess in the train from Tirupathy to Kerala. This time people were not angry on him but pleased and busy laughing with all his naughty creations.
I cannot scold him because when I look back into my past I was also a same creature more civilized but naughty. Children have a lot to enjoy and we can pass time watching them doing mischief’s.
I wish my childhood is back and I could play the same games and live my life freely without worries. Though I feel I am old and away from my childhood, my friends have a opposite opinion. They say I am grown old but my habits are still like children, never keep mouth shut and doing some mischief the difference being earlier on family members and now on friends. : )