17 May 2024 A daughters post on her father's s first death anniversary in full

"Acchakuttan loved Facebook - the fact that we could all be so connected in a world that seemed to only grow farther and farther apart despite the luxuries of internet.

 I remember when he was in Kuwait (pre-internet days), we had a select day of the month where we would all hang out around the landline, expecting his call. I can see why he was thrilled by the likes of Facebook and Whatsapp, us kids have no regard for these - we have it too easy. 

He would eagerly wait to read all the lovely messages he would receive on his birthday or wedding anniversary or father's day. 

He loved crafting messages for those he loved just as much as he loved receiving them. He took time to make a comment, to leave a post - packing as much love and thought one possibly could.

There are very few people who did not have the fortune of receiving accha's wonderfully curated good morning and good night messages - each of which he picked with care.

 One time I told him about Whatsapp's broadcast list feature, where you can send one message to everyone in one shot - but the idea didn't sit well with him. "Mole, I enjoy thinking about my friends and family and sending them things that they would like. I cant send everyone the same thing. Angane pattoola".

 He would spend atleast 45 minutes each in the morning and evening doing this everyday. 

Sweet Acchakuttan :)

So his friends knew something was up the day his messages stopped coming.

I thought long and hard about making this post, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be so vulnerable - so publicly. There is so much I miss about Accha, how can I say one thing but leave out so so much.  

What disservice I would do to him to hold back, especially on his anniversary - he who loved to celebrate and be celebrated, who loved to remember and be remembered. 

Our hearts stay broken into a million pieces since his passing same time last year on 17th May 2023. I cannot believe it has been a year. But, in true Omanakuttan fashion and style, he continues to shine his glorious light into our lives, like Paru says, beaming through our hearts like a kaleidoscope.  

Kettipidichu ummmaaa Acchakutta thoppikara. We love you, miss you, celebrate you everyday. 

Omanakuttan Pezhuvelil Narayanan"

A Warm Response

This is about a son's response to a birthday post to his father by an old time colleague.

The son wants to make  his father's seventy fifth birthday  a memorable one and goes out of his way to do the best he can.The little boy in him is earnest and genuine in his approach though by looks he is a sturdy young man. 

So  The Universe conspires to make it happen .

Strange we have kids of all generations but the underlying thread through all of them still is filial love whether young or old.

This bond is precious  making it a beautiful world. I also got to see the pure love of a father towards his son.

The excerpt goes like this in full.

""Good Morning Lakshmi Aunty,

1. Really sweet of you to find my number and text me. No one in this world would care to do that. However you took that extra effort. Highly appreciate that Aunty.

2. Speaking of extra effort, it speaks volume of your effort to ponder and draft a message which dictates those memorable times you all had together during initial times. Gratitudes to you to care for making an elaborate note on Achan’s special day. It means a lot to all of us.

3. ⁠Also thanks for sharing those small gifts Achan received in the WhatsApp group. Everyone’s small messages aint small as it seems. It refers to the affection each of you care for one another regardless of how afar you all are. This should go on and all effort should be taken to keep this ball rolling. 

4. ⁠Today after seeing your message aunty, I can proudly say that I achieved what I wanted for Achan’s 75th birthday. I didn’t expect it to go this big as all efforts were remotely done. Thanks to everyone out there for making it happen for us.

Regards

Atul ""

Wonderful it is.Full of gratitude for getting an opportunity like this.

A Platinum Post

Dear Sudha,

So you turned Platinum,sometimes called golden Jubilee also. Very nice.

Many happy returns of the day 18th November 25.

What a pleasant feeling that about forty years ago we had a common workplace.I had just joined on promotion may be sometime in 1986.All in our youth enjoying the the little joys and smiles in the office called home.A home far away from home.

This was at Calicut,you,Ravindran,Anbalagan,Devan,VijayKrishnan,MuraliRaja,Geetha,Kochu Murali,Venu,Jamaal,Sivadas,Surendran,Ashokan,C Viswanathan ,Subramani and Vasantha.

You used to commute daily by train and for emergencies you had  a room on rent.Since you had come from the financial capital of India, Bombay,we all had big respect for you because you have seen more of the world and more well versed in legal matters and your quite nature complimented it.

You spoke less and maintained a face without much expression. 

You were of a soft nature, calm,reserved, soft voice but well versed in your craft.

You and Anbu were almost equal in  height,thin built and I remember I used to think of you both as Ram and Lakshman.

Sometimes at the level crossing waiting to cross on my way home in my Bajaj priya many a time I would see you standing near the compartment door as the bogies used to be jam packed.

Sometimes when I felt you could see me, I used to wave vigorously with happiness much to the amusement of people in their vehicles around me.I used to say he works in my office and travels by train.

I understood the travails of train travel when I too commuted once. Hats off to you.

 I know you had a passion of old hindi songs.your taste was impeccable.You had got some cassettes recorded while at Bombay.I had the privilege of hearing them and even made a copy of the same.But later,with constant playing it started dragging.I am not able to remember the songs perhaps senility has set in.But anyone would love it.

You were well respected,a gentleman and popular among our Vysya and later Ing and later Kotak Community.

 I adore you as a person,a friend,a colleague and like Anbu said the same set of us should work together once again.

The camaraderie,the simple things kept us all bound together for eternity.

Though we all had deep pressing problems of our own we all cared for each other in our own simple unique ways.It is this that is bringing back the fond memories of those days in our lives today.

Thankyou for enabling me to look upto you for calmness and patience.🙏

4th May 25 A birthday conversation

G:

Happy Birthday my Ammachikutty ❤️ what a wonderful world you have made and what a wonderful world it is because of you in it. I love you very much ummmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 

Thank you for giving me life, thank you for all the life that you breathe and breathe into everyone who you cross paths with. 

Happy happpy happy birthday Ammachi 😘

Me:

Dear Gowri

I never imagined a durbar in my house.Eshwar and you completed my day along with others. A day to cherish.No doubt I have you both complementing my days.words cannot express what I feel.

Always there for you both.❤️

G:Ummmmaaaa, so happy that you are happy :) we loveeee you and want to see you like this everyday.

Ummmmma

Ammachiii

Friends have wished you on my Instagram post also :) see when you have time

Me:Thanks to all of them but I am not able to see.

G:

https://www.instagram.com/p/DJPXehqyRT0dlYL53ShyCYb1Yqy2H-kKwpbEhY0/?igsh=MThpdWhpbGpnNXlrMA==

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