Salem Mango – Shit!

Every day, some incidents cross my mind and I walk up and down to give life and blood to such incidents.

“Yah! I got it!”

This time, the incident was one between a tuition teacher and his students that we got to witness from our balcony back in Thalasseri.

The tuition teacher was teaching multiplication for about an hour and towards the end of the class, he asked his students, “if one Salem mango is 2 anas, how much is it for 10 Salem mangoes?” The students started calculating with intense focus, but Sukumaran, one of the frontbenchers was taking more time to write down his answer. So, the teacher reiterated, “If one Salem mango is 2 anas, how much is it for 10 Salem mangoes?” Sukumaran, immediately paused his calculation and asked the teacher with immense curiosity, “just to make sure, it is Salem mangoes, right?” The teacher’s frown said it all… But poor Sukumaran could not tell the difference between the teacher’s angry face from his resting face and repeated his query innocently, “Sir, it is Salem mangoes, right?” “Go ask your old man, you dumbass!”. Sukumaran responded, “But sir, my dad does not sell mangoes, he would only know about the price of bananas.” That was the last time I saw Sukumaran in the tuition center.

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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