Remembrances of “Aashaan”
Most of us have very loving memories of some of our teachers who kindled our enthusiasm to know more about the world. I have had the privilege of studying under some wonderfully great teachers, and in all humility, I bow before their fond memories.
I had already written about Professor
Dr Ananthakrishnan, who taught me during my post-graduation days at CUSAT. He
was a direct disciple of Dr CV Raman, the Nobel laureate, and a former director
of the Tropical meteorology centre, Pune.
This time, as the 'Teachers' Day' approaches, I recall with great reverence my first formal teacher, a venerable grand old guru, whom everyone fondly called Aashaan. Aashaan in Malayalam means "Acharya”, the Sanskrit term that denotes a teacher or a guru.
Instead of notebooks, dried palm
leaves were used on which the Aashaan wrote
alphabets using a Narayam-an iron
pencil-. The student carried these palm leaves home for study.
The Aashaan used to hold the index finger of the child to help him
write on the sand. It brought great physical intimacy and warmth. But, many
children used to have nightmares of the Aashaan.
He used to punish the erring children through a good pinch on the thigh with his
thumb and index finger duly helped by a good measure of sand for grip! This
then was the pre-school education of most children in rural Kerala of the 20th
century till the 1960s.
The Aashaan also went to selected
households and noble houses to teach the children there. I was privileged to
have our Aashaan visiting at home in
the morning to help me go through the initiations.
I was born in 1955 when the Marumakkathayam (the matrilineal system)
was still in vogue. Vidwan P.N.Goda Varma Thampan, my grand uncle (mother’s
uncle) a scholar par-excellence was the Karanavar
–Patriarch-of Parimanathu Kovilakam, my tharavadu.
He was a High School Teacher who took early retirement and was the most
important person in our village for advice and consultations to all and sundry.
He was one of the founders of the local school (Presently, Government H.S.,
Thirunelloor) and the Primary Cooperative Society.
I am the second child of my parents and two years younger to my elder brother Vijayan who was a pet of our grand uncle. When he was four, the most respected Aashaan of the area, Govindan Nair, popularly known as “Kaniyari Mooppeennu” was entrusted with his initiation into learning. I have vague memories of those days when I used to play with the Aashaan’s “Narayam” to carve my masterpieces on the wall. My proper classes started two years later. He was well into his seventies when he used to visit us at home for my classes in the early mornings.
Dark in complexion, he was rather short
in stature and used to maintain a “kudumma”,
the traditional tuft of hair, on his head. His eyes were slightly red, as also
the lips with the usage of betel nuts with lime. He wore a rudraksha using a
black thread around his neck. His forehead was adorned with holy ash and wore a
kumkum spot. He had the male earrings
called “Kadukkan” with red stones.
With white dhoti and an upper cloth, he looked very sage-like. He also had an air of seriousness around him.
Shri Govindan Nair (1887-1969)
Shri Govindan Nair, often called Kaniyari Mooppeennu by elders, was born
in 1887, in a respectable Nair family of Thirunelloor, in the erstwhile
Travancore. He got educated as per the norms of the day. He divided all the
family properties to his nieces and nephews, as was usually practised in the
matrilineal system.
He then married Karthiyayani Amma, a
girl from a prosperous Nair tharavadu in Chenganda. As was usual in many Nair
households of those days, the family lived lavishly by selling ancestral
properties for celebrating every religious or cultural function. Ultimately she
inherited some land and a house that too already pledged by her brothers for
some loans.
Two daughters and a son were born to
the couple and Govindan Nair had to find work for livelihood. He started
teaching children by establishing a Kalari sponsored by the local unit of the
SNDP that had started propagating the dire need for literacy among the village
folk. While he used to teach the
students in the Kalari, he also found the early morning time to visit houses
for taking classes to the children.
A highly disciplined person in his
life, Aashaan demanded the same
standards from his students too. He would be in the Kalari sharp at 9 a.m. and taught the children up to the lunch
recess beginning at 1 p.m. The afternoon classes ended at 4 p.m.
Since wristwatches or clocks were not
very common, Aashaan reckoned time by
counting the length of shadows by his footsteps. When the Sun was not shining, he had to rely on the passers-by to get the
time.
Those were the days when “vidya” was considered supreme. The
teachers were greatly respected. His
grandson told me that Aashaan often
felt that this ritual of touching the feet made it extremely difficult for him
to walk through the road. However, there
was very little he could do as touching the feet by various students and elders
was a mark of respect to him.
Saturdays and Sundays were weekly
holidays for the Kalari. Every Saturday, as a routine, Aashaan used to have his oil bath with traditional Ayurveda oils,
shampoo etc.
He was the only Aashaan in Cherthala who used to get a monthly grant of Rs. 10 from
the Cherthala Municipality for his untiring efforts in teaching the children
from the poor sections of the society. He taught hundreds of students who have
found great success in life.
He, as the Guru, was highly regarded by
all the people in Chenganda and the surrounding places at Cherthala.
At the ripe age of 82, when he was
returning from the local Krishna temple of Thirunelloor, on the Krishna Jayanthi day of 1969, he was
fatally hit by a car bringing down the curtains to a noble life.
Hundreds of people will be
remembering him as a great teacher whose hallmarks were simplicity, humility,
kindness and love and who in the true spirit of “nishkama karma” was the light
behind their successful lives.
Palakkad,
26th August 2021
PS: I am deeply indebted to
Sri.C.Aravindakshan Nair, my school buddy and Aashaan’s grandson, who provided
me with the family details of the Aashaan. Unfortunately, no known photograph
of the great guru exists. Inept as I am, I had to sketch the master from my
memory.
Comments
Even after I joined a primary school, I continued attending the KaLari for a year more as the school's 3rd grade was not as rigorous about the 3 R's! I still have memories of the smell of the palm leaves shining with sesame oil application and glistening with the letters written by the ASAn's steady nArAyam and darkened with charcoal!
I remember our KaLari ASAn telling stories from the PurANA-s with great hAva-bhAva-s and some of them were terrifying due to the presence of demons, etc. in them and he narrated lots of AyOdhanam, a favorite of our ASAn who taught only the akshara-vinyAsam AND NO sEnA-vinyAsam in real life!
Thanks to his rigorous training coupled with bolstering at home, I still know how to correctly pronounce the ati-kharAkshara-s and the GhOshAkshara-s well. And I know well my compound letters well, such as ksha, bdha, and gddha. Aren't we all lucky we had KaLari taskmasters as the first teachers who seeded a respect for VidyA in us ? Thanks again for your KaLari memories.