Saturday, September 19, 2015

Growing up with Chalk & Cheese


Not many would vouch that living about almost two decades with parents can be among the pleasurable experiences. If there happened to be monster breathing down your neck- an overbearing grandparent or a cantankerous, impertinent and bossy aunt or uncle well then it is a certain rendition that can unnerve you even in middle age.

Sometimes if one is fortunate the sternness of a parent may be lessened by the subtle empathy of the other. Absolute misery is it when parents in tandem are dictatorial. Then it is tyrannical! ”Les Misérables”!

The more fortunate ones get to stay in college and school hostels, There getting around with the warden overburdened with a few scores of young fellows is easier than sneaking away on escapades from home. If you are not fortunate then the angst and alienation that shadow you during adolescence and teen are often unnoticed or ignored by parents. Just a few, I guess seem to be on the right side with luck, where parent or one of the parents is always around for comfort. Chalk and cheese they are more often!

An old friend narrated to me recently an interesting episode from her teens. By the way the parents of this person were perhaps ahead of their generation, especially her mother who was an exemplary, woman. Self-assured, confident of herself and her kids, warm and understanding about her children and their friends, articulate in what she expresses and unequivocally blinkered in outlook and judgement. Though, she in her own words told me that she had to pop a couple of valium pills when I told her that I was going to marry a catholic girl. But then that is a different story.

Coming back to the story I mentioned, this young girl was sent to Chennai to study for the Chartered Accountant examination. Those days, back in the early eighties, there were no mobile phones and the trunk or STD dialing boasted by the sole provider of telephone service - the Telegraph department was antediluvian in every respect. Which meant that to get an approval from home for something that you are not sure of will take about a week to be conveyed by post to you in Chennai from say Trivandrum. That required one to cross one’s fingers and do what first comes to the mind.

I guess I moved away from the subject yet again. This young friend was pretty weak in math and she would have ghoulish nightmares even a week before the math examination in school. Now, adding to her misery and utter consternation calculus and trigonometry besides statistics were subjects that she had to digest if she wanted to stand some little chance of qualifying in the Chartered Accountant examination. As luck would have it she was told by someone that there was a teacher who was very good at teaching math and he specialised coaching students planning to give the CA examination. However, the only clue to his whereabouts was that he lived somewhere near the police station in Vadaplaani, then a suburb of Chennai.

The young lady took off in the direction of Vadplani and after an arduous, futile hunt in the sweltering weather for the math teacher she walked into the police station. A lone teenage girl nonchalantly walking into the police station sent the constables scampering hither tither, and curious, some with their door handle whiskers and some with their ubiquitous potbellies preceding them.

Tamil policemen though no symbols of goodness have in them some cultural fallout that Tamilnad have, they sort of respect women unlike the Jat policeman in places like New Delhi.
“Enna amma, enavenam?” (Dear woman what do you want?) Asked one of the policemen. Another asked rather surprised by the cheekiness of the girl to walk in to the police station. “ enna amma unkku konjamkoode bhayam illaya , ondiya police stationulley nuzhayarathukku?” (Dear girl tell me are you not afraid to be here alone?).

She was rather perplexed by these candid queries. She said. “Why must I be frightened? I’m her to know if you gentlemen can direct me to the math master who takes classes for CA students. I’m told that he lives near this police station. By the way I understand that police station is meant to be place of assistance to people, so why must I be frightened of you guys?”  


In no time she was taken to the master’s house in a police vehicle and pleasantly seen off by the constables. Later when the matter was told to her parent’s two distinctly contrasting replies came across by post. The first was from her father. It read,” Dear girl, you did the right thing in going to the police station; when in doubt check with the authorities.” The message from her mother read, “My girl that was the most silliest of things one could do. Never, ever walk into a police station all alone.”

11 comments:

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Contrary to popular belief that policemen are arrogant,harsh,corrupt & unhelpful there are many in their ranks who are kind,gentle,honest and supportive !`There is a general opinion that one should never get entangled with the police. Never could there be a more skewed,lopsided and uncharitable view. There are rotten apples in every organization.Why single out the police force for harsh criticism.

Anilkumar Kurup said...

@ Ramakrishnan Ramanathan,

The policemen were mentioned as an anecdote to the topic and is not to be generalised. However the force perse have not been of great advertisement for civilised behaviour, and that cannot be disputed. I hope you agree.
It was also a fact that people , especially women held the view that police station is not the place to venture into and particularly for a young woman.

Happy Kitten said...

TN as a whole respect women..much better than Kerala...get inside their buses and you will see the difference.
Most mothers are wired to be nosey nd commanding..cant help it :)

Renu said...

This is the irony in our country that when we see the saviours(policeman) we scoot.,I am really scared of policeman, instead of feeling safe, I feel danger.

In my time parents nevr supported daughters for anything, and i took a pledge that whenver I get a daughter, i will support her in everything, and have tried to do to the best of my abilities.

Haddock said...

Like Ramakrishnan said, most of them (policemen) are good and behave in a decent way. It could be that the press likes to sensationalize the dark part of any event and hence we get a dark picture.

sujata sengupta said...

I am also a bit wary of policemen, but i cant really say I have ever had any sort of experience with them - good or bad, so guess its a prejudice that I hold perpetrated by films and media in general. Parents can be nosy and grandparents can be worse... but they teach at a very early age that you gotta live with all kinds and negotiate/love your way to reach your goals/get what you want. Thats a good teaching to have, dont you think?

Good to read your blog after ages.

Anilkumar Kurup said...

@ Haddock

Oh yes. It is less about policemen and more about the opposing mindsets of the parents.


@ Happy Kitten

Ha, to me both parents were shall I say difficult and impossible.

@ Renu, Yes I understand what you mean.

@ Sujatha Sengupta,

Thanks for the comment and more for coming by. Its been very rare that you are seen on the blog .

Ashwini C N said...

Haha. This is exactly how my parents would have reacted. Two extreme opposite reactions and both would seem to make sense :-)

Anilkumar Kurup said...

@ Ashwini,
You are fortunate. For me both were equally difficult propositions.

Insignia said...

Noticed and almost even forgot the original message you were convey. Yeah the good nature of the policemen is surprising given all that we hear and see these days. Not to forget the extreme opposite reactions from both the parents...Opposite attracts right...

Loco mente said...

Your narration about your friend's CA days took me back to mine.. And I realised that I myself had attended such a Maths tuition class a decade ago... Regarding the Policemen, I was in Chennai too... for 6 months... And those days, I trusted only the policemen for getting directions...

And talking abt the reaction from your friend's parents, I feel glad that both my parents are like her father...