Seriously people, I need a waterproof laptop/phone/thingamabob, something I can take with me to the shower where all the cool ideas of mine are born. And then I walk out of the shower, dry myself and just like that, they die. The moment I step out of the bathroom door, I am like that man in the story, the one who stumbled on the way, had a fall and forgot all. Well, not all obviously, but what he was supposed to remember.
In case you haven’t heard, here is how it goes. He, the man in our story, once went to visit his friend who lived in the village across the river. His friend was very happy to see him and asked his wife to prepare something special. His wife made kozhukkatta, steamed sweet dumplings made from rice flour with grated coconut and jaggery as filling. Our man had never before eaten anything like it. He found it extremely tasty and literally gorged. Before leaving he did not forget to ask its name, determined to go home and ask his wife to make them for him.
Lest he forget, he kept chanting ‘Kozhukkatta, kozhukkatta, kozhukkatta,’ from the moment he left his friend’s house. While walking through the woods towards the river bank, he stubbed his toe on a stone, missed a step and fell down hard in a nearby ditch. Cursing all the Gods who failed in looking after him, he pulled himself out of the ditch and checked all over. Nothing was broken. But just as he was about to resume his journey he realized he had forgotten the name of the thing he had gorged on at his friend’s house. He racked his brain and suddenly it came to him. Of course it was, khattakaazha! Happily he went on his way.
On reaching home, he told his wife she had to make khattakaazha for him. She knew of no such thing and told him so. He started hitting her. “You horrible woman, what do you mean you don’t know what khattakaazha is!” Yeah, men of those days were such childish boors, weren’t they? Imagine hitting your wife for not knowing something! By the way this is a story we children heard growing up and laughed at the part when the wife kept insisting she did not know what he was talking about and he kept hitting her. Such a sad state of affairs, normalizing violence against women by unreasonable men right from childhood.
Anyways, the story ends with the woman complaining the next day that the beating he gave her had caused her a swelling as big as a kozhukkatta over her right eye. “That’s it!!!” the unfeeling man cried out. “Kozhukkatta is what I wanted you to make for me!” The disgusted (I am hoping she was disgusted, not overflowing with womanly love for him!) woman replied, “Then why didn’t you say so?!” I am also hoping she didn’t clean the jaggery well enough and there were stones in the filling that broke the man’s teeth. Ha.
Anyways, at the end of the story that I have related here let me hasten to add that when I compared myself to the immature and glutton of a whatshisname in the story, it was only to highlight how he forgot what he was chanting when he had a fall. As for me I don’t even need a fall to forget, only step out of the bathroom to do so. I stand outside the bathroom door my mouth repeating the last sentence of whatever it was I had been busily scribbling inside my head, but with absolutely no clue about why I am doing it. In my place the man in the story would probably have broken his laptop, kicked the dog, shouted at his children or snarled at his wife. But since I am not him, I am merely writing this post for the Midweek Wordle #6 at A Prompt Each Day.
And yeah, that wish about waterproof thingamabobs stands. If not, I need a thought recorder. Yup, that would be simply awesome!
©Shail Mohan 2015
Hahaha, good use of the prompt words. I chant too like that man, only its all gone if I am interrupted, and chant interruptus is a very common phenomenon around me.
Now to that story, That lady is very patient to cook for him, I would have enjoyed putting some ipecac(induces vomiting)/ lots of aloe(induces diarrhea if taken in large quantities) in the Kozhukatta, if I were in her place. Oh wait, that is only if I hadn’t walked out on him before that.
I am placing my bets on your walking out! 😉 Too much trouble making kozhukatta with ipecac/aloe 😉 😀
I do agree that some of the stories we heard as kids have people hitting kids, women, animals etc and not once did we think there was anything wrong!!
Even a recent survey showed that a number of young boys and also girls alike believed it was okay for the husband to hit his wife! 😮
Welcome to Shail’s Nest and thank you! 🙂
Vinay Leo R. said:
Ah! Maybe you just needed some kozhukatta to remember? 😉 But I get the idea. It happens to me too. An idea born when I’m having no place to jot it down.
Bet Luci is thinking, “I don’t mind him breaking his laptop, but he better stay away from the dog.” 😀
Gosh, I haven’t tried kozhukatta as remedy! 😉 Hehe..
Use Sony Xperia Z series 😀 Waterproof.
Ahh, Nexus 5, my love, why couldn’t you be like Sony Xperia Z? 😉 🙂
Heheheh. Because Nexus makes up in other departments 😉 Its a good choice.
That it does 😀
In the bath, her muses inspire
Out of it, they promptly conspire
They made him forget
Changed the epithet
When he fell headlong into the mire!
I think I will use those first two lines as my tagline. It is THE truth about me! 😀
It’ll be an honor
To be in your corner
THE truth or not
You’ve always got
Guts and gumption to be a non-fawner!
The unfortunate ego tapped so well! And, they think they can get everything through violence. So well written and compelling narration, Shail:)
Thanks, Vishal 🙂
Sandhya Kumar said:
Thought recorder? It would be useful for me too!
Loved the story mainly because of the way you have narrated it! My sister in law used to tell this story to my children. Enjoyed!
Yeah, I know. Maradhi Manni you call yourself! 😀
Now, a thought recorder would be a wonderful thing to have! if you find one, let me know too 😛
I’ll surely blog about it if I find one! 😉
Such is life said:
Shails, Dr. Google shows several options for ‘waterproof voice recorder’.
I too concur with you about how many of our childhood stories normalized violence against women, women as dimwits, women as second class citizens. It is for this reason that I hesitate to introduce my toddler to some of the stories from the Ramayana and Mahabharata – I cannot imagine myself explaining Sita’s self-immolation in the pyre or Draupadi’s disrobing – as something that just happened. Would be happy to know your and your reader’s thoughts on this. Thanks.
I feel if you tell the story along with your own critical evaluation of it, it might work. Like when you talk of Sita’s self-immolation, you can say how the beliefs were such at the time, and give your own evaluation and also ask your child what he/she thinks.
Google shows options for voice proof recorders, but none that is feasible. 🙂
Usha Pisharody said:
Aha. When you do discover that thought recorder, do let me know! Alternatively, shout your words out loud, get a SOUND recorder, place it on bathroom shelf, covered in waterproof material. Till you get the THOUGHT recorder, that it. 😛
I’m going to try that anyhow 😛 For me, it is sometimes when I’m almost asleep, in sleep, or a bit before that, when I’m too lazy to type, or jot them down 😀
‘Shout your words loud’? 😮 Am I not crazy enough already talking to the dog and people thinking my(non-existent) ”grandchildren’ are home! cackle cackle cackle
Before sleep, early morn.. yeah they happen too. But the best of them come crowding while in the shower. 😦 Still, I am not doing too bad, eh? 😛 😀
Usha Pisharody said:
Nope not at all doing bad 😛 For even them misses become posts 😛