48. DAD HAD A TEMPERAMENT FOR SOLITUDE AND SECLUSION.

This episode had been long due from me. I am very sorry for this awful delay on my part.  All this was due to my son’s road accident on a two-wheeler that broke his jawbones and nose. He had tough time seeing a plastic surgeon and I had to be with him all along.

My dad had a crazy temperament for a bad -assed loneliness, sorta seclusion and nutty  gritty introverted living. He was reserved and did not like relations swarming about at home. He had kept more or less all his close high and rich relatives at some detachment. Though they would frequent and press my dad for any family fests, social gatherings and functions, scarcely ever did my dad involve himself in their get- togetherness. Was he anti-social? I dun no, might be.

My dad was close relative to Police officials like Honest Ali Sultan of Alangaduvu, who saw service in post independent government as deputy commissioner of police. Shabaz khan another additional S.P; and M.P Abdul Raheem the then parliament member, Dr.Quthbudeen and Dr.Rahman Khan, some landlords like Syed Qasim sahib father of S.K. Syed Abdul Jaleel, Wali Ahmed Qazi Sahib, the then District Qazi, but my dad had sadly never displayed the required relationship and acquaintance with most of them.

Likewise, my dad had distanced himself from the Retired Joint Director of Technical Education Abdul Ghaffoor, Deputy Secretary  of finance government of Tamil Nadu   Ali Janab K.R.Junaidy. On several subsequent occasions when I had  some prospects of meeting with them or their children in their very old age, they had related to me how they would behave with due veneration in my dad’s attendance in rare fests held at our ancestral home.

This kind of god-awful comportment only speaks of sorta tough schitzy personality, but his intellectual and literary endowments with which he had been ordained speaks about him otherwise.

47.A LOOSE LIFE OF ALKY,ANGEL TEAT AND FLOOZIES....

My dad had cherished his books more than anybody or anything else on this earth. He had his own flavors, ideals, stance, and attitude. He was physically a bit handicapped in a sense that his left leg was broken and damaged when he was young. Might be this was also one of the reasons he had not married. He was fiscally sound, had a government job and had rent from shops located at the center of the town in Nawab Hakeem Road. They were a timber selling facility and a non-vegetarian eatery. My paternal uncle was Janab Ishaq Baig Sahib and the younger one was Janab Yaqub Baig Sahib. Their residence too was close to my dad’s property.

 My elder uncle had secured service as clerical Superintendent in the District Sessions court and had married a Deputy Collector's daughter from a well-heeled family. Fortunately, Janab Yaqub Baig Sahib remained a bachelor until his death.  He used to emerge all of a sudden from nowhere, regularly join us our meals as guest for some weeks, months, and then disappear for some more months. He looked like a Sufi saint, creepily tall and would easily pushed outta shape. We would seldom talk to him.  He would speak very little. The long and short of it could be summed up to wacky blabs.

My aunts were very much older than my dad was, and were married in Pollachi to farming property owners. Both the aunts inherited vast expanse of irrigated garden lands measuring more than hundreds of acres. Long after my aunties were gone, forever, once or twice I had visited the vast green estate filled with a range of evergreen crops amid which massively stood several tall coconut trees and enormous mango trees.

There was a massive thick jack fruit tree by the side of a garden open well, which I had usually favored to frequent with some of my favorite books: Emerson and Robert Frost. To rest beneath the huge cool shadow, on the cot made of bamboos and coir, in summer was temptingly blissful.   My uncles, those were my dad’s brothers in law were again men of no moral uprightness and respectability, and like all other rich folks of those days had prided in having more consorts along with their married lawful wives. They were given to a loose life of alky, angel teat and floozies and prosties.