Its my day off !!

Its my weekend off from the hospital, Im not on call either and that is just great, I get some time on my own, okay, I dont want to talk about my profession, this blog is about other things in life , where I can relate to my true self, where my mind can soar free like a bird ( I know its cliched', the point is, Im trying find my artistic side,if I do have one, that is) so , Im going to write stories, joke around, speak out on my life and today's topic is Christmas , the season of joy, the season that has now become a pudding called commercialism, went to the mall the other day, not a word about Jesus, the REAL REASON FOR THE SEASON , its all about a fictional character called Santa , does anyone know or want to who Jesus is anymore? forget that , or even where the concept of Santa came from ? The real St.Nicklaus never wanted to become the icon of Christmas, he was a Godly man , we made him Father Christmas or 'Christhumus Appooppen'
, the less said the better about all this, Of course its a great and happy season ( not for all though, there are so many stress related cases in hospitals at this time of the year) great season for retailers and shoppers, The shops , the mall atriums,the streets , homes , every possible inch is covered with lively lights, carols being played and you see the faithful bell ringers of the Salvation Army standing in the cold weather , so committed to the good cause of charity which makes me think as what Im doing for others ? God bless them and their loved ones, some day I would like to volunteer to be a ringer , its for a good good cause.

This is going to be a quiet weekend, no buddies coming to visit ,went to the Malayalee store and bought two packets of Parotta , Im going to make beef curry, got to take out the Mrs.K.M Mathew recipe book that Amma sent, I have to thaw the Angus.

With that being said. Im done with this post for now, and the next topic will be on the family Christmases' of the past, in Kottayam when Pappa was still in this world and Amma was a
a cheerful woman with little or no gray hair, when my sis was still an innocent little girl( she still is), when I was a stubborn boy still studying in a prestigious school in Kottayam before changing to an 'ordinary' school as the fees were more affordable, without a care in the world, when Amma didnt have to start looking for a job to support us, when we still had our house where I grew up,when we did not have any debts or atleast not aware of it , when we didnt have to pretend that we had money, when Ammachi was still a pillar of strength and didnt have cancer, when times were good, and when Pappa was still in this world ..... I can go on and on but dont want any tears on my keys, I would do anything to see Pappa again and tell him that Im sorry for being arrogant and not talking to him,tell him that I was just pretending and that I really loved him, that Im 33 now , but Im still his Ponnumon.

An Ammachi Story

Saramma Ammachi was on her deathbed but did not want to die, she had led a hard life as a widow in order to raise and educate her children, which she did very successfully, the kids had all grown and were settled in various parts of the world ( u.sa,dubai,u.sa,dubai and u.s.a), Susamma,Mariamma,Pothachan and Georgekutty were Ammachi's children, grandchildren being Premson,Pyarson,Luvson,Jincy,Flimsy,Pansy,Dukemon,Princemon,Pokemon. Saramma Ammachi felt that it was not fair that she should die now , after all that she went through in her life, so she prayed to God to give her some more time, so God gave her an extention of 20 moreyears to live.Ammachi was overjoyed and she decided to enjoy life to the fullest , travel abroad , visit family and generally have a good time, it was during one of her ' phoren' trips that she saw aT.V program where faces and bodies were being surgically altered, older people suddenly looking 20 years younger and just gorgeous, thanks to advanced cosmetic surgery, Saramma Ammachi had a sudden desire, went to a cosmetic specialty clinic, had more than a few facelifts, pulls, transplants,botox shots and within a few days came out looking like a smashing 35 year old ( was actually 88), but there was one small detail to be taken care of,her Chatta and Mundu, so ammachi went to a trendy store at the mall, bought a pair of jeans and a shirt , dumped the Chatta and Mundu into the trash can ( kept the broach though, it was Pappachan's ( late husband) gift) and walked out of the mall, but alas ! as soon as she reached the street Ammachi fell down and died.Saramma Ammachi goes to Heaven but is also furious , she confronts God and asks " Why did I die so soon??, you gave me 20 more years, this is not fair ! I need a valid explanation " , God looks at her very closely and asks " Saramme , is that really you?, Im sorry I didnt recognize you, Looking down I thought you were somebody else
"This is a true story. Moral Of this true story : - there is none, it just plain funny !

Please ignore my other blog ( thoughts of an Achayan)

This is to advise you that this - Thoughts of a Kottayam Achayan - is the valid blog, please ignore the other title, and this being said, have a great day.

Namaskaram

Hello, Hi, Namaste,Vanakkam, Namaskaram, Bonjour,Welcome to the ' Thoughts of an Achayan ' . ,The term 'Achayan' is used for Syrian Christian men who basically have their origin in Kerala , the beautiful state located in the extreme south of India, also known as 'God's own country' . Achayans consists of two types , the Knanaya Christians who claim to have migrated to India directly from the Middle East under the leadership of a merchant named 'Thomas of Kana' ( 72 families accompanied him in the journey which took place around 220 AD) , the other group of Achayans are also Syrian Christans but were converted to Christianity by St.Thomas himself ( one of the 12 apostles from the Bible). Achayans are found all over the world and they set up Churches wherever they go and invariably most Churches are named St.Thomas or St.Mary's, the priests are called 'Achans' and most have long beards and wear a small cylindrical caps, the bishops are called 'Thirumeni's' , who also have long beards and are dressed in robes made of the finest and shiniest of material , they look very similar to the Greek and Russian Orthodox bishops.Anyhow we are one happy family except for the occassional Church politics and all the stuff that comes with that.Oh, by the way, Im an Achayan too (obviously) , living in the Midwest of the U.S.A.Im not sure whether anyone will ever stumble upon this blog, but if you do, WELCOME!!