After reading my Blog, my wife Manju and daughters Shilpa and Madhu, the three ladies who rule my life, were quite surprised by the way I have chronicled my childhood - the sights, smells and sounds and the extent of affinity I have shown for Aluva. The appreciation from my family triggered a brainwave in me and I said I will buy one or two acres of land in a residential locality in Aluva and construct a house, replicating Ponnappa’s Bank road home in every detail. I thought this will sort of preserve some of my memories associated with Ponnappa and Chithammai and my days in Aluva. But Manju, Shilpa and Madhu were not quite enthusiastic about this and naturally so. To them, Aluva is some obscure town in some part of Kerala, a place they have no intention to visit even for a brief stopover.
I pondered on this a good deal. Replicating Ponnappa’s Bank Road home in Aluva, seems to be a good idea to me but it's not fair to force my clichéd fascination for a hackneyed construction on my family, to relive my childhood memories. Suddenly the balloon was pricked and I realized it will not be the same.
MADHU - BEWITCHING SMILE!!!
A replicated Aluva home without Chithammai & Ponnappa, without Bhasi, Ammommai, Milkman Sankaran & Paperboy Mohideen and last but not the least an Aluva without Pankajam Cinema!!! No way!!
MOM'S BABES - SHILPA'S WEDDING
It’s impossible to recreate our childhood memories by constructing another house as revisiting one’s childhood is something money cannot buy. Further, Aluva itself has faded into further oblivion, what with Nedumbaserry airport having suddenly brought Angamali into limelight and the rapid development of Kochi on one side and Thrissur on the other with the influx of Gulf remittances in the 80s and 90s haves left Aluva in the lurch without any development to boast about except for a surge in real-estate prices.
THE TWO CHARMERS!!
I think, this Blog will remain as a standing testimony to the life of a great and unique person Ponnappa, and Chithammai our sweet grandmother and their abundant love for their grandchildren, which I was fortunate to savour in good measures that made Ponnappa’s Bank Road Home a haven of unadulterated joy for us. I think it is best to leave things as they are!!!