Kadmanivasi. My Blog. Geeta Ramani

A chance remark by my grand daughter sparked off this trilogy.  Here's Part III. For my defense, I say only this : "Just write the truth! But truths are many, and that is the problem. Memory is treacherous, as distinct from history as emotion." Cohen, Roger. “The Girl from Human Street.”  " You can live somewhere for decades, and still in your heart it is no more than an encampment, a place for the night, detached from community."    Roger Cohen Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. As I sit here in my balcony in Besant Nagar, Chennai, overlooking the lush green trees, typing out my blog, my mind deludes me again  into believing that I'm at home in Jamshedpur. The incessant cawing of a murder of crows brought me out here. Recently,  a nest had been built on the tree and from my vantage point, I could see two soft black heads of the precious baby birds. The parents had protected this pair from rain and storm, and...

A chance remark by my grand  daughter sparked off this trilogy. Here's Part II.   For my defense, I say only this    "Just write the truth! But truths are many, and that is the problem. Memory is treacherous, as distinct from history as emotion.  Cohen, Roger. “The Girl from Human Street.”  "Every human being has a story, and there's power both in the telling and in the listening."                      The Forgotten Hours by Katrin Schumann. My great grandfather's family migrated from Kalpathi village in Palakkad in Kerala in  Southern India to Burmamines in Jamshedpur, the Eastern State of Bihar, now in Jharkhand. Here they found an expanse of green virgin land overlooking the Dalma hills. The golden Subarnarekha river held the promise of prosperity and the rich land was all too familiar! Did it remind them of home? The Kachapeshwar Iyer family grew roots in Jamshedpur.  My grandfather a...