I read Deepa Nishant’s second book first! ‘ Nanannju teertha mazhakal’. ( ‘The rains that were relished’)It made me laugh and wonder at the same time. Memories which one could immediately relate to, language replete with a self deprecating sense of humour, and a graceful simplicity. Beautiful!
I immediately ensured that the great readers among the Missionary Sisters- who lovingly provide me with lovely tapioca and fish whenever I feel homesick -got the copy. It was still circulating from hand to hand, amidst much laughter, when I heard the last time.
So this time, I got her first collection. ‘ Kunnolamundallo Bhootakalakulir’ ( ‘The moist yesteryear memories- a veritable mountain’). I finished it at one sitting, enjoying my mother’s murukku and banana chips. Little girl raised a quizzical eyebrow; and mentioned a very pertinent argument that her ammomma meant the goodies for her and not anyone else. I ignored her royally and went on chomping.
That is an age old habit- snacking on goodies with magazines-which started with Poompatta and Balarama. What does she know of Malayalam: this young brat who corrects my Hindi grammar fifteen times a day? (‘Amma, I met someone who speaks your style of Hindi. New classmate from Bengal. She watched Padmaavat and told me-Shahid Kapoor mar gayi.’)
I believe that this book – now into its 21st edition- is a compilation of her 25 Facebook notes. These were loved by many and became a best seller when published. It continues to be one. Well deserved too!
‘Jalam Kondulla Chila Murivukal’was very thought provoking. ( Wounds created by water). My personal favourite.
It narrates an episode from the young professor’s teaching life – when she realised that what is ‘seen’ and ‘what is happening’ are two different things. A young student teaches the teacher a valuable lesson in life.
Her inherent kindness touches him too; and we read a note that he left for her.
“To my teacher who cracked open my solidified sorrow -wrought by endless excavation of tears-with her hearty laughter.”
She quotes a snippet from a poem (which roughly translated) reads:
In a human life-
the most relevant
needn’t be the most prominent.
just a few moments…
Reading Deepa Nishant’s lovely articles would most definitely define a few of those precious moments in my own life journey. And yes, the Reverend Sisters have already demanded the copy!