Kuriakose memoirs

 ROOTS AND EARLY MISCHIEF

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In the quaint district of Kottayam, amidst the lush greenery of Kerala, I was born into a middle-class family deeply rooted in Christian faith. My parents, late Sri. P.Z. Oommen, a distinguished headmaster, and my mother, Aleyamma alias Baby, nurtured my siblings and me with love and discipline. My elder brother, Bapu (late Prof. T.O. Zacharia), was three years my senior, while my three younger sisters— Lata, Gita, and Rita—each brought their own vibrant energy to our home.

 

Our family lived in Vengola, where my father served as the headmaster of Salem High School. This institution, under his dynamic leadership, became a beacon of education and community development. Vengola, in those days, was an undeveloped village devoid of modern amenities like electricity and running water. Yet, it was a place where community bonds were strong, and traditions were cherished.

 

I was known for my spirited antics and mischievous behaviour. My pranks often targeted my younger sisters, Gita and Rita, delighting in provoking their reactions. However, my teasing never extended to my immediate younger sister, Latha, with whom I shared a unique bond. Our teachers at Salem High School, recognizing our close resemblance to the popular cartoon characters Boban and Molly, affectionately gave us those names.

 

Our household was also graced by Annapennu, our beloved maid, who cared for us with devotion and kindness. Her presence was a comforting constant in our lives, especially after the death of my maternal grandmother. Her passing marked a poignant chapter in our lives, underscoring her deep love for our family.

 

My grandfather, Fr. Kuriakose Maliyil, was a towering figure in our community, remembered for his philanthropic contributions and his role as the first municipal councillor of our area. His efforts led to significant local developments, including the construction of the Illickal Pathinanjilkadavuroad and the 

 

 

introduction of electricity. His funeral, attended by bishops, priests, and thousands of mourners, was a testament to the profound respect and admiration he commanded.

 

Among our cherished companions was Brutus, a loyal Cocker Spaniel-Golden Retriever cross. Brutus was more than a pet; he was a steadfast guardian who accompanied us on our adventures and was deeply affected by the passing of my grandfather. His loyalty was unwavering, and his final moments were a touching reminder of his devotion.

 

Life in Vengola was marked by a sense of unity and tradition. On Chingam 1, the Malayalam New Year, I was considered a harbinger of good fortune. This day involved a ritual visit to neighbours before anyone else entered their homes, a testament to the close-knit nature of our community. Our neighbours celebrated together, sharing in each other's joys and sorrows, embodying a spirit of camaraderie and collective happiness.