I am sharing here a blog written by my husband Ananth, I thought, my blogger friends would like it:
TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE
Most of my School and college days were spent in the balmy city of Madras in the grandparental home in Mylapore. Balmy because of the close proximity to the Bay of Bengal, the Santhome beach being just a stone’s throw away. As the youngest at home, it fell on me to run little errands for my aunts, uncles, and grandparents, buying household provisions, odds and ends from the Bazaar street round the corner. I loved this Bazaar street with its myriad little shops purveying all kinds of goodies. Their offerings to my various senses was equally pleasant : rhythmic thump thump thump of the motorized pounding machine releasing to the atmosphere pungent odour of red chillies, the heady aroma of roasting coffee beans, the sweet smell of roasting chickpeas from Panchaksharam’s Pattani shop, a sudden draft of cold air while passing by the Manickam Ice candy factory. Ramanathan the ice candy man was also the leg spinner of our underarm street corner cricket team.
Our Lady of Bon Secours school ( upto 5th Std. only) was at the farthest end of the Bazaar street from our home, and this was my daily commute to school, a walk of about 15 minutes each way. I knew each and every shop on this street like the back of my hand and every roadside vendor including the petty vegetable ladies displaying their wares in neat small stacks ( kooru in Tamil ) for retail sale and no bargaining.
Basha Bhai’s roadside stall was the favourite of the little boys, with a small mob always milling around him. For reasons I cannot fathom till today, there were well defined seasons in the year for various games and toys : for marbles, for gilli danda, for the spinning top ( a thumbtack delicately hammered in on its head for perfect balance) for colorful toy kites and special pink and orange manja to go with the kites : and Basha Bhai had the best of these goodies. His catapults made out of seasoned wood from the guava tree was the best, or so he claimed. Although I had no Algebra at that time, I was the first on the buzzer to answer one of his trick questions on this subject and was rewarded with that catty, and a prophecy that one day I would become a great man. Basha Bhai had come to Madras from Tirunelveli in the deep South, and had no family to call his own.
But all this is digressing. Once in a blue moon, I would sally forth to Bazaar street to buy a razor blade for my grandfather for his daily shave. Wilkinson Sword was his brand and the blade had four shaving edges ( two sides x front & back ) the numbers neatly printed on the blade so that one could choose the edge for the day’s shave. My grandfather frugal man that he was, kept a green, translucent whetstone made of glass in the shape of a soap dish, the surface suitably roughed up to hone the edges of the blade by stropping it along the surface with neat small strokes. The blade then would last forever and ever.
Of course, in those days Grandfather had all the time in the world to do the sharpening, pick the correct edge of the blade, unscrew the razor handle, remove the top plate, sandwich the blade in between the two plates, screw it tight again, ready for the shave.
A few decades later, Gillette came with the very handy disposable razor for people on the move. Many more years of serious and sustained research led to the development of the twin Blade razor, the underlying theory being two blades are better than one, and certainly better for the Company’s bottomline. The Gillette Mach 3 was but a natural evolution from the twin blade contraption : How could three be any less than two ? I doubt if even a master marketeer like Gillette would dare to venture beyond three. One cannot fool all the people all the time.
Taking a cue from Gillette ( two is better than one), a simple biological Sewage Treatment Plant in Bangalore ( A truly Hitech city) has been built with two stages of Aeration. Even common barbers have become environmental consultants in the great state of Karnataka, where earlier only plumbing consultants roamed free.
A Brief Introduction: Ramnarayan Venkatesan ( Ram V) became our Son in law when he married our daughter Puja ( Mathanki) in May of 2009. Ram, a Chemical Engineer by training ( M.S – U Penn, Philadelphia – 2008) on returning home joined his family business of catalysts and specialty chemicals for use in the petroleum, fertilizer, steel industry etc. Ram is a person of many parts and talents. He is an artist and does beautiful sketches with pencil and the brush pen :
Ram is a musician - plays the guitar, plays the tabla and can hold his own with any good musical band. Ram is an inveterate movie addict, and unlike most of us casual moviegoers, can dissect the work into its many components – technical, cultural, moral, artistic and other attributes. A voracious reader, Ram is knowledgeable on subjects that you and I might think to be obscure and have little time for. Writing is what Ram is most passionate about. His short stories grip you with an uneasy sense of fear and foreboding with a hint of the horror yet to unfold, leaving the rest to your now fully aroused imagination. Ram got his big opportunity when Holy Cow Entertainment ( HCE) , a premier Indian Publisher of comic books and graphic novels for readers of today, signed him up to write for a comic book series - the Aghori The First volume of the Aghori will be formally released at the Comic Con event in Bangalore on Sept. 8 & 9 at the Koramangala Indoor stadium. More about Aghori and where it is available : at Homeshop 18 here http://tinyurl.com/AGH1H18 @ Flipkart http://tinyurl.com/AGH1FLPKRT and @ infibeam http://tinyurl.com/AGH1INFBM So Aghoris spread the word! Share, Tweet, Blog - The Aghori arrives - September ( Launches at the B'lore Comic Con!)
Pencilled by Vivek Goel and Painted by Anirudh Sainath To know more about the meaning of Aghori, you can go to Wikipedia.