Warrier's Collage December 5, 2020

Welcome to Warrier's Daily COLLAGE December 5, 2020 Saturday 🙏 M G Warrier Tomorrow: Face Reading Quote for the day: "If we can really understand the problem, the answer will come out of it, because the answer is not separate from the problem." -Jiddu Krishnamurthy Restoring Trust in Governance : India's 2020's Challenge https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08NT36GB2/ref=cm_sw_r_em_apa_hBmYFb7PBYR0M A Interaction 1) V Babusenan Thiruvananthapuram The Picasso of Appan Nagar I am past 85 and do have many of the infirmities common to old age. But I generally avoid complaining lest I should be branded a valetudinarian, a name given to a person, man or woman, who has nothing to speak about except his or her own health problems. Incidentally, this big name I have borrowed from our MP, Shri Shashi Tharoor, who relishes coining lengthy English words while his own name consists only of two syllables! My major physical problems are only two: knee pain and itching and swelling of the feet. The former I manage with my hands. To manage the latter, I keep three painter's brushes with long handles- one for applying moisturizing cream, another for applying an ayurvedic lotion to assuage painful swelling and the third one to carefully apply the medicine on the nails to ward off fungal attacks. These three brushes, along with a few spare ones and a couple of pencils, I keep in a lovely earthenware pot. This pot adorns a small table kept close to the rattan chair whereon I am destined to sit the whole day, either reading or watching the movements on the road, close by. Behind me, on the wall of the open veranda hang framed paintings, all of the abstract variety, relics of the business failures of my sons.(These once adorned the walls of their office room.) Most of the masked men and women passing along the road are known to me as I was once very active in the residents' association. I recognize them mostly by their gait. They often raise their hands to greet me but seldom talk. The only exception is my young friend Sneha, who studies fashion technology in Chennai. Being not a great respector of the Covid restrictions, she will have a chat with me, strewn with a generous supply of sweet smiles, whenever she passes by. As if by an impulse, once she asked: "Uncle, may I take a snapshot?" I readily agreed and duly forgot this incident. On the last Deepavali day, Sheha came to see me. She said: "Uncle, I am leaving for Chennai tomorrow. Here is a Deewali gift for you." She gave me a nicely framed photograph of mine with a caption 'The Picasso of Appan Nagar' (Collage is aware of the difficulty some readers encounter: Who, Picasso? Here's a link: https://www.pablopicasso.org/)


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