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Monday, June 12, 2017

Chapter 13 roots


He reached the dining room of his home and gestured   for everyone to listen to him

He spoke with command in his voice “tomorrow I and grandfather are going back to tirur”

This sent shock waves albite solemn and silent one   through the family Renjith had uttered the T word   but everyone knew that Renjith once decided can’t   be turned back from his decision

So they   quietly agreed to the proposal   but as always there was bound to be a voice of descent  

This time it was his cousin Ram Nair who considered this all just a folly 

 He jeered at Renjith   as he spoke “well   why we are going behind some Oldman’s

All  this is a waste of time  and money  why  the heck  do we care  those who are dead  are  dead  and besides  they  were  just oppressive  despots who had it coming for  them and their  women folk and besides it  hastened  the end of British rule

So I see the  rebellion as a good thing  and  the  freedom  fighters  who died as true martyrs  so yes  I don’t support this ill-conceived  sham of an  expedition”

To this tirade Renjith reacted with a simple quote

“Beware those who twist history shall themselves be twisted by history”

And made his way to his room for some sleep

 Early next morning Renjith was on his way to his ancestral home grounds or what used to be his ancestral   home as he and his grandfather made their way to area Renjith was unnaturally silent

It seemed that the weather was also mirroring his mod as   dark  clouds crowded the horizon  waiting  on the car stereo he switched on to his favorite song

In between all this   he took out a photoset of an article   from an old defunct newspaper called the Liberator dated of 26th August 1926

"The original resolution condemned the Moplas wholesale for the killing of Hindus and burning of Hindu homes and the forcible conversion to Islam. The Hindu members themselves proposed amendments till it was reduced to condemning only certain individuals who had been guilty of the above crimes. But some of the Moslem leaders could not bear this even. Maulana Fakir and other Maulanas, of course, opposed the resolution and there was no wonder. But I was surprised, an out-and-out Nationalist like Maulana Hasrat Mohani opposed the resolution on the ground that the Mopla country no longer remained Dar-ul-Aman but became Dar-ul-Harab and they suspected the Hindus of collusion with the British enemies of the Moplas. Therefore, the Moplas were right in presenting the Quran or sword to the Hindus. And if the Hindus became Mussalmans to save themselves from death, it was a voluntary change of faith and not forcible conversion—Well, even the harmless resolution condemning some of the Moplas was not unanimously passed but had to be accepted by a majority of votes only."

As his mind was lost in the cross examination of the said article he heard his

Grandfather call out to him that they had reached the place

As he stepped out of the car it started to rain heavily but some how 

Renjith did not want to   go fetch an umbrella he just wanted to enjoy 

For him and his grandfather   they were at their roots 

They didn’t mind getting wet at all in the rain as both the men stared at the desolate mansion 

Renjith had an urge to explore   the remains as for the older man it was a macabre home coming 

As both crossed the precinct of the ancient house the outer courtyard was covered in all kind of weeds and grasses

But standing proudly   in between all this was a square walled holy basil shrub

As they crossed the threshold of the entrance they saw that the home was stuck in a

Time warp  with  it becoming an in veritable  time capsule  for  Mr. Nair  it was  like he had  stepped  back to his  childhood 

For Renjith here was where the bloodiest chapter in his family’s history was written

As he  continued straight on  he exited  out the back off  the house leading  right to the well and a bit  further on he found that the  house  had a  small serpent shrine and

A great bath somehow neither Renjith nor his father wanted to go but they knew they had too

As they were about to leave Renjith inadvertently knocked open a door 

The older man recognized it as his room all was still there all the furniture that was needed for a set of princes and princesses

As they gingerly entered the room they found a picture frame with all the members of the extended family that was killed in the genocide 

Mr. Nair took that photo away with him as a keepsake  

As both the gentlemen made their way to the car it was still raining

As Renjith drove of he could swore he saw a women standing and staring at them

From the front verandah he quickly   stopped the car and looked back but there was no one there

He thought that it was just a delusion   that happened to him because he had been involved in this project with all his heart 

he  closed the driver side door and  carried  on back  to his home  but in  his mind the fore lone  face of that lady on  the verandah would stick with him  for a long time

At that time he took a solom vow   to get back this house and the adjoining estate no matter whatever the cost










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