strong resemblance to my filial relations.

  And I said, ‘It is nice meeting you Parvati. Do you see my

  car broke down? I am cold, hungry, wet and tired. You must

  know, I am in no mood to indulge in dalliance with you’.

  Parvati started laughing again and slowly put me to her

  bosom. She ran her fingers through the shock of my hair

  gently stroking the scalp. ‘Yes of course. You are such a

  cute little boy. Come, I will take you home’.

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  We slowly walked toward this neat little cottage. There was

  firewood burning in the mud stove. She said there was hot

  water in the bathroom with oil and shikapowder. I must

  have a good oil bath and change to dry clothes, while she

  made some nice hot meals. I did her bidding.

  Even as I was drying myself in the bathroom, I could get

  the aroma from ‘Murungakka’ Sambar whiff past my

  nostrils. Before I sat down to eat, I started salivating at the

  look of that Mysore Rasam and an array of gastronomical

  delights awaiting me. She was frying for me those

  inimitable Thalli and Pori Vadams. I wished so much, she

  would sit by my side and keep feeding a morsel of the food

  on my palm, as my mom used to do. But that would have

  been so unbecoming of a big boy like me. Finally followed

  Rice, Curds and Vedumangai pickle. It all tasted divine. I

  have dined at some of the finest and most exclusive

  gourmet restaurants across the globe you could not buy a

  feast like this for the price of a King’s Ransom.

  I started licking my fingers at the last course and then

  finally managed to find my voice to ask her, “Who are you

  and why are you so nice to me? Before we let this go any

  further, do you have a husband or boyfriend or ‘Significant

  Other’?”

  She giggled ostensibly tickled. “You naughty boy, you are

  so sweet and likeable but hardly a match for me. You and I

  have never met before but we have a long and strong bond.

  Yes you will soon meet him. He always works late”.

  “Him? Who is he? Tell me about him”.

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  I could see her face flushed pink with bashfulness and

  embarrassment. She first dropped and then slowly raised

  her demure face. With eyes still looking down she said,

  “Well, I could not normally take his name in public. But I

  could tell you. He is Veeraraghavan, I fondly call him

  Veeru in private”.

  “Oh Yeah? I guess he calls you Paro!”

  “That is right. How did you know?”

  “I am not so stupid as you think. I know all about you.

  When you met this new fellow, you dumped your earlier

  boy friend who is heart broken and now getting drunk in the

  den of a dancing girl down the street. Right?”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are getting it

  all mixed up. Nothing like that happened here”.

  “Okay. Tell me about this Veeru of yours. How and where

  did you meet him?”

  “Well one day I had gone to the river. After taking a bath, I

  filled this brass pot with water and was slowly walking back

  home. This handsome young man came on a horseback. He

  seemed lost and asked me for the way to Melalathur”.

  “Oh My God! That is the oldest line in the book and you

  fell for it? Then I guess he said ‘What is a good girl like you

  doing in a place like this? Can I buy you a drink?’ dah dah

  dah, one thing followed another. Right?”

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  “Hey Kid you must shut up and not keep interrupting me.

  You are wrong again. He got down from the horse and we

  walked together for a distance and I showed him the way to

  Melalathur. He said he was thirsty and I gave him water

  from my pot. Yes we did get friendly and got to like each

  other”.

  “But Paro, I hope you don’t mind my calling you that, this

  guy is just a passer by. You know how these men are. He

  will just leave you and go away wherever he came from.

  Then what happens to you?”

  “Now it is my turn to tell you, I am not so dumb as you

  think. He was coming from a very far away country called

  Wallahjahpet. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was not

  going to move out of Ananganellore. If he loved me, he had

  to move here”.

  “And he agreed?”

  “Sure did. What do you think? He moved lock, stock and

  barrel”.

  “Bravo! He must be one full-blooded romantic hunk. But

  even then, are you telling me that you fell for the first guy

  that came along? Don’t you want to get to know other men

  before settling down with one?”

  “Oh My God! What a terrible thing to even think about?

  We women in these parts don’t do things like that. We stick

  with only one man with a pure heart and soul, for eternity”.

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  “Now Paro darling, are you telling me that women in your

  family never messed around? Then how come you have

  such a light skin and brownish eyes?”

  “That is because my maternal grand mother sat too long

  outside on full moon nights and drank a lot of milk”.

  “Oh!! C’mon Paro, do you really want me to buy that

  baloney? You think you can get away with that? Haven’t

  you heard of DNA testing? I can sit in the moonlight all I

  want but would never get any lighter than this. Are you sure

  those soldiers of Robert Clive’s army did not go on flings in

  this village?”

  “Of course not. We have had light skinned people for over a

  few Millennia, even before the Europeans arrived on those

  ships. Besides why would you want to get a lighter skin?

  You look so good to me, just as you are! Hush, now keep

  quiet, I hear my Veeru coming. You must meet him. He is

  really great”.

  Soon I could hear the hoofs of a horse. A tall, dark and

  handsome young man alighted. He and Parvati were locked

  in a close embrace and long drawling kiss, which seemed to

  last forever. My presence did not seem to matter to them at

  all. At last the young man turned around and saw me, still

  interlocked with his Paro. I could see a glitter in his eyes as

  he and Parvati started laughing again. Beaming with great

  pride, he told her I had his nose and cheekbones. Bursting

  with great love, she responded, for sure I had her eyes and

  jaw. They even agreed that my good looks came from her

  and the smarts from him.

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  I took courage in my hands and finally interrupted. “Just a

  minute you guys, cut it out. What do you think you are

  doing? There is decent company here. Parvati, does your

  dad know what is going on here?”

  Parvati replied, “Why do you call me ‘guy’? After gong to

  America you have forgotten good manners and good

  English as well. You have no
t come and visited us in a long

  time or bothered even to write. My dad has gone with the

  army of Tippu Sultan fighting the Marathas”.

  I jumped from my seat exclaiming, “Holy Molly!! So your

  dad is Subedar Anantharama Iyer, is he? I have heard about

  him from my brother. Why didn’t you say that sooner?”

  I quickly realized my faux pas and figured, it was time for

  me to beat it. Who would want to come between Paro and

  her Veeru, thereby endangering his own creation?

  I heard footsteps of Murugan. I woke up rubbing my eyes.

  He said the weather and road had cleared. We were all

  ready to head toward Vellore. I could barely pull myself

  away from that dazzling Apsara.

  As we were driving away, I asked, “Murugan, is this a car

  or a time machine?”

  He said, “How do I know Saar? I am not even alive. You

  need to travel another 10 years down this road and ask

  someone”.

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  EPILOGUE

  Following is the lineage from Subedar Anantharama Iyer

  down to the Author:

  Subedar Anantharama Iyer

  —Daughter Parvathi/married Veeraraghavan

  —Son Srinivasan/married Meenakshi

  —Son Parasuraman/married Saraswati, Savithri

  —Son Arunachalam/married Sundari, Sundari

  —Son Subramaniam/married Sundarambal

  —Son Arunachalam(SCDore)/married Chellammal

  —Son Rajkumar Dore

  All this is recorded on the Family’s Genealogical Table

  Volumes 2 & 5.

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  It is true that the clan originally resided in Wallajahpet. A

  young man from there traveled and fell in love with a

  damsel in Ananganellore. On her insistence he moved to her

  village. With small stretch of imagination it could be

  assumed that this ‘Full Blooded Romantic Hunk’ was

  Veeraraghava Iyer, especially since the thread of lineage

  breaks down when drawn toward his family.

  For those who don’t know, Wallajahpet, Ananganellore and

  Melalathur are within a radius of 15 long miles, in North

  Arcot district of Tamil Nadu.

  Robert Clive came to India as a GI for the British East India

  Company in early 1700’s and left as the first British

  Governor General. He is credited of being the architect of

  the British Raj, his famous Battle of Arcot being a turning

  point.

  Later he was tried in the British Parliament for multitude of

  wrong doings including cheating and embezzlement. He

  was however acquitted of all the charges. Speeches of Lord

  Macaulay in his favor and Edmund Burke against, are

  considered masterpieces of English oratory.

  He had attempted committing suicide twice before in his

  lifetime. He tried again after his acquittal and succeeded the

  third time.

  Finally, I just referred to an Encyclopedia and found Tippu

  Sultan acceded the throne of the Mysore Kingdom in 1782.

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  This might give the Reader a milestone of time in history

  when this imaginary encounter could have taken place.

  THE END

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  PARADISE LOST & PARADISE

  REGAINED

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  INTRODUCTION

  Partition of India and Pakistan had a profound impact on

  the 1st and 2nd generation Dorés. I think the brunt fell on

  my middle order siblings, Gullanna in particular and Giri

  next. They were in their critical formative years of their

  lives and this Tornado played havoc. I escaped with minor

  bruises. By the time I started growing up, our family had

  weathered the storm.

  In the following pages I have tried to describe those critical

  days and the aftermath. This is from my perspective, in my

  words, as felt and remembered by me.

  I would like to make it clear that this is intended to be more

  like a painting than a photograph. It is not a historical

  chronicle. Just a picture of feelings. Everybody likes to see

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  his /her own name mentioned while reading. Some very

  important members of the family circle may find their

  names absent. This is not to belittle the importance of such

  people in our family relationships. That is because I am

  only touching people and incidents that are pertinent to the

  theme at hand. I am trying to only narrate important

  milestones of the family history in the setting of the

  Partition and its aftermath.

  I have some times used names and nicknames for persons as

  known to me. To clarify, following are the Names and

  Relationships of the Characters in the narration:

  Name Nickname Relationship to me

  S. C. Dore “Appanna” My father

  Chellammal “Akka” My Mother

  Sundarambal “Amma” My father’s mother

  Kalyaniammal “Kalyanathai” My father’s youngest sister

  Vijayammmal “Vijayamchitti” My mother’s younger sister

  Dattatri “Dattanna” My brother number 1

  Vishwanath “Vichanna” My brother number 2

  Ramnath “Ramanna” My brother number 3

  Prem “Premanna” My brother number 4

  Gokal “Gullanna” My brother number 5

  Giridhari “Giri” My brother number 6

  Nirupama “Roopa” My sister, Sibling number 7

  Rajkumar “Babu” Myself

  Mukhi Mangharam “Mukhi-sahib” My father’s Employer

  & dear friend

  The other names in the narration are quite self-explanatory

  and consistent.

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  The narration consists of following two parts:

  1. PART ONE - PARADISE LOST; (Years 1940 thru

  1950);

  2. PART TWO - PARADISE REGAINED; (Years 1950 thru

  1960);

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  PART ONE - PARADISE LOST

  Pluto Discovered:

  I hail from a South Indian Brahmin family. We are not

  supposed to even eat eggs because it is the life of a potential

  chicken. After marriage my parents had a son, then a son,

  yet another son and so on. They wanted very much to have

  at least a daughter in the family. After 6 sons they finally

  got a daughter. They felt God had answered their prayers

  and now they must stop. They started practicing ‘safe

  period, rhythm method’. After a while my mom, Akka

  complained of severe stomach cramps. For obvious reasons,

  it was first suspected that she was probably expecting a

  baby. In those days there was no sure way of knowing at

  such an early stage. After preliminary exams, doctors

  diagnosed it as Appendicitis. A day before the planned

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  surgery, she was taken for a routine x-ray exam. It was

  found that she indeed had a baby as well. She was told that

  this was going to be a race between the inflamed appendix

  and the baby. If the former won, it would kill the lat
ter and

  also Akka. The safest course would be to abort the baby,

  remove the appendix and save her. But Akka said ‘No way’.

  She was willing to take the risk. In the final stages of

  pregnancy, she was put on liquid diet, mostly glucose water,

  so there is little pressure on the inflamed Appendix.

  Akka had the baby. The Appendix was removed later. She

  lived to be 90. And I am that baby.

  I was born at 4:30 AM on July 29th, 1940 at Hyderabad

  (Sind). According to South Indian Hindu Astrological

  standards, day begins at Sunrise. So they recorded my birth

  as 28th of July and that stuck all the way.

  I found out recently from one of my brothers that my

  parents were quite hopeful, if not confident that I was going

  to be a girl. They had probably thought, they had it all

  figured out the right technique of making baby girls. I could

  imagine the looks on their faces when the nurse unfolded

  my diapers and they found it was yet another son. Pretty

  double crossed, that’s how they would have looked.

  Pluto is the last of the planets in the Solar System. For quite

  a while Astronomers had indirectly concluded its existence

  from the gravitational effect it had on other planetary

  motions. But only when very strong telescopes could be

  built, that its existence could actually be confirmed.

  Appanna drew a parallel and called me ‘Pluto’.

 
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