My first CD Player and CD Collection

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In the early Nineties, when portable CD players(Discman) entered the market, I purchased a Philips AZ-6827 player that cost me 6200/- and I raised a personal bank loan to buy that.

I also took the player with me wherever I went, had a special sling bag for that and though I didn't have any CD collection, I borrowed a few from my friends Balachandra Shetty and Premnath Shenoy. I proudly showed my new possession to my friends and colleagues, they were curious to listen to the sound of digital music and stood in a Q to try the headphone and feel thrilled!

However, my joy and pride was short lived.

The player went phut after the Six months warranty period, for replacement of laser lens the local service center in Valencia quoted 3800/-. By then, new player was available for Rs.4200/-.

Wonderful!

So much for the sexy looking Philips Made in Malaysia CD player, but many Chinese players later entered the market costing just Rs. 1200/- or even less!

That's not all. I saw an offer in a leading newspaper for 10 Western Classical Music CDs at Rs. 2800/- released by BBC Music, giving a discount of 40%. I was crazy about exploring new music then and wanted to develop taste for western classical music.

I also dreamt about sitting on the rocking chair with a glass of fine whisky in hand and watch the Sunset, listening to awesome classical stuff of masters like Beethoven, Bach, Mahler, Stravinsky, Brahms, Shastakovich, Strauss, Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi. 

Those slim jewel case packed CD collection started arriving by post promptly after two months of sending the DD. I was overjoyed to see the collection building up and also started to act like a snob in front of my friends, condemning Bollywood songs. My gait and manners resembled Jeeves in Wodehouse story.

Whenever someone asked me about pop music of Michael Jackson, Abba, Boney M, Baby Elephant Walk or Come September, I showed an indignant look and shrugged my shoulders saying,

"Too immature. Not my kinda stuff you see!" 

Yet I had not opened the seal of any of the CDs received. I wanted to open them one by one after I received the entire lot of 10 CDs.

After the 8th CD was delivered, they stopped sending further CDs and they also refunded the proportionate amount promptly, notifying me that they had discontinued tie up with BBC Music. Such was the professionalism shown by the company and their collaborator in India.

Then I opened the first CD and played it. Though the music was pleasant, It sounded a bit slow. Then I tried the next one. That was a bit better, but again soporific. Stravinsky and Shastakovish were the best with some wild violin concertos and I was a bit overjoyed to repeat playing them. One was Christmas music and I played it aloud attaching my CD player to amp and speaker on the midnight of December 24. My wife suddenly woke up, looked startled and said "Some disturbance somewhere.... was that a thief?"

I was stupefied. All my efforts in surprising my wife with Christmas music had failed. 

I tried to appreciate the music by playing the CDs repetitively for the next few days. Sometimes my wife would wake me up at dinner time, sometimes the sound of door bell by some visitor would do that job. 

Though the CD Player deal was a colossal flop,  my new Classical CD Collection was proved worthy, saving me all that money spent on tranquilizers or sleeping tablets.

Mystery of the Missing Grapes

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Shivamogga was a favourite destination for me ever since my only sister Dr. Veena got married and settled down there in 1964.

It was May 1971. I was on a holiday after my Ninth standard finals in school were over. When I stayed in Shivamogga, it was mostly a lazy relaxed life, eating, sleeping, watching movies or just strolling in Gandhi Park.

My Bhavaji  Dr. Suresh Isloor's(brother in law) nephews and nieces used to visit there as well and we used to play indoor games mostly.

One day, Bhavaji called me and said "Today evening my Bhavaji Madhav Wagle and you are going to Harihar to receive my brother Jayveer Isloor and his family from the railway station. They are arriving from Bombay by the Miraj Bangalore train at 9:30pm. I have booked a taxi which will arrive little after 6:30pm and take you to Harihar."

I agreed. I was delighted to get a chance to see Harihar, a new place. More so the railway station, for railway station always used to be my favourite spot in life. 

The taxi was on time, a Black Ambassador car which looked a bit old. Madhav Bhavaji and I got into the taxi and it zoomed ahead towards Harihar.

Harihar is about 80 Kms from Shivamogga and the journey hardly took 2 hours. However, as we neared Harihar, engine of the car ceased, the driver opened the bonnet and found the radiator steaming hot. He filled it with water and once the engine cooled down, the taxi started, we reached Harihar without further breakdown.

It was 8:30pm, we had much time in hand before the train from Miraj arrived. Near the railway station we saw many push cart vendors selling seasonal fruit mango. Madhav Bhavaji asked me "Do you want to eat mango?"

I was apprehensive about the hygiene and replied, "But they are covered with dust and dirt. Is it possible for us to wash them somewhere and then consume it?"  

He didn't say anything. He walked over to the mango vendor nearby and purchased two Rasapuri Mangoes. They looked very big, colourful, juicy and tempting! Madhav Bhavaji wiped the bottom tip of the mango with his hand kerchief, chewed off a bit of the skin and spit it. Then he squeezed the mango slowly and sucked the juice through the small puncture he had made in the skin. 

"Ingenious indeed", I thought!

I too followed his method and tasted the juice and pulp of mango. We then went for a repeat and felt satisfied. We had to wait until the train arrived at 9:30pm, then travel back to Shivamogga with Jayveer Bhavaji and his family and have dinner late at night. Thus for the time being, our hunger was taken care of.

Then we went around watching vendors, people and passengers moving around when we heard the whistle of the Miraj Bangalore Express loco arriving on the platform. We rushed to the platform and received Jayveer Bhavaji and his family. His family included his wife Durgakka and their two month old son Sujay, who was crying nonstop! When we asked if Sujay was disturbed by getting down from the train, Jayveer Bhavaji said, he was not well since a day, and was on medication. Hence he was crying.

We loaded their luggage and got into the taxi, started from Harihar and came about two miles on the highway. Then trouble started again!

The car engine ceased again and the driver filled the radiator with water. It started, ran a couple of miles and stopped again. The driver looked helpless, he tried to fix the radiator that was rusty and leaky, finally giving up and saying "The radiator needs major repair. Now at this hour I can' find anyone fixing it. Please stop some vehicle and try to reach Shivamogga!"

It was almost 10:30pm when he said that, baby Sujay was crying aloud, both Jayveer Bhavaji and Durgakka were restless, Madhav Bhavaji was cool and he said "At this hour we hardly find any buses going toward Shivamogga, as they all leave by 10:00pm. Can't take chances staying here for the night, as it is risky. Let us see if any lorry can stop and take us."

We tried to stop 2-3 lorries that came our way but they were all full. Finally at 11:00pm a lorry belonging to KSRTC carrying tyres stopped. The driver's cabin had an extra seat on which four passengers were already seated. The cleaner of the lorry vacated his seat for Durgakka and baby Sujay, Jayveer Bhavaji occupied the extra seat along with the other passengers, Madhav Bhavaji looked at me and gave a broad smile!

I suggestively asked him, how do we get in when the driver's cabin is full.

He showed at the back deck of the lorry loaded with tyres. I looked up and before I could wink, he climbed over the rear wheel, got into the lorry back and asked me to pass on the luggage one by one!

I did that and I too climbed like he did, to reach the vacant space at the back behind the stack of loaded tyres. We sat on the tyres that were lying flat, held on to the railing of the back shutter and had a bumpy ride, as the lorry moved towards Shivamogga in the blowing cold wind! I was literally shivering due to the cold breeze, the lorry back ride was my first in life and I was a bit nervous! 

Madhav Bhavaji had a solution for every problem!

He suggested that I should cover my head and ears with the hand kerchief and tie it tightly so that cold wind doesn't get into my ears and make me shiver. I did exactly like he suggested, felt warm and comfortable. It was almost a new moon night and it was dark everywhere. The avenue of trees we passed by, looked like demons leaning over us and trying to engulf us!

Suddenly, a hand touched mine, and Madhav Bhavaji whispered "Take these and start eating them one by one. Good time pass until we reach Shivamogga."

They were seedless grapes from Sangli that Jayveer Bhavaji had brought a boxful with him, maybe purchased on the way. I tasted them and they were very sweet. Madhav Bhavaji fished out more through the gap in the wooden crate that contained the grapes and added "That's it. Don't eat too much. You may give scope for suspicion and we may get caught!"

I nodded but as Madhav Bhavaji started to feel drowsy, stopped talking and closed his eyes, I started to fish out grapes from the box and went on eating them, not knowing how much I had consumed! Then we reached Shivamogga and the lorry stopped near Modern talkies on BH Road for us to get down.

We got down and walked with the luggage to my sister's home behind Modern Talkies.

Next morning I overheard Jayveer Bhavaji telling my Bhavaji "They come packed with two kilos Sureshanna, but I don't know how the quantity is so less! Half of the crate is filled with these purple papers and just about one kilo grapes are remaining! Either that fruit seller must have cheated us, or maybe some co-passengers in the train have whacked half of it!"

The mystery of missing grapes remained unsolved then, and the real culprit remained safe until now!

Maid Who Did a Clean Job

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I stayed in a house belonging to Kapu Panduranga Nayak in Malleshwaram 1st Cross Bangalore for two years from November 1982 to November 1984. Earlier, I was staying with three other friends, Shivanand, his relative Narayan and Mahendra in Rajajinagar 3rd Block. When Shivanand's marriage was fixed with Narayan's sister, I and Mahendra were compelled to to vacate the house within a couple of months. My friend Ganesh Baliga suggested that his in-law's place in Malleshwaram is vacant and I can stay there without paying any deposit, at a nominal rent of Rs.300/- per month. So, I moved in earlier, and stayed with Venkatesh Nayak, the owner's nephew who worked for KEB. Mahendra moved in soon after he vacated the house in Rajajinagar.

The house was upstairs and was quite roomy with an open balcony, verandah, hall and kitchen apart from bath room and toilet. The main two locked bed rooms had belongings of the owners, who were in Nigeria. Venkatesh Nayak occupied one of those rooms, I and Mahendra occupied rest of the house. However, cleaning the house was a big hassle, and a maid servant Malli appointed by us was very good and honest. 

Mahendra got married soon and shifted to a rented house in Rajajinagar. Another friend from Mangalore Gurudath Prabhu joined me as room mate and he was with me until 1983 end. 

Then Gurudath referred Deepak Kamath, who working at Peenya as engineer. Deepak came as my new room mate.

Malli also got married. When she left the job, I asked her to find a replacement for us. She spoke to Maadevi, who resembled the female role played by Kamalhasan in 'Oye Shanmukhi'. She had a dramatic style of talking and smiling. 

When she took over the job from Malli, she said "Saar don't worry. This Maadevi has 22 years experience in housekeeping. I will see to it that this home will be like my own, and I will keep it very clean."

Well, she did good work initially, and the red oxide flooring did sparkle like mirror! My inmate Deepak had to go early to his factory and he left at 6:30am. Maadevi came for work at 7:30. My office was at 10:30am and I wanted to wake up late, by about 8:30 or so. 

Maadevi observing a drowsy me sitting on the bed, yawning and dozing off, "Saar you sleep without any worry. I will do my job and leave the house without disturbing you."

It was like a lullaby in my ears and I almost danced with joy hearing Maadevi say that! From that day onwards, I'd open the door for Maadevi and go to sleep. She used to silently work and leave the place by 8:00am, closing the self locking main door. 

However, all was not well! 

One morning, I woke up little early and went to the bath room to switch on the water heater. There I saw Maadevi packing last bits and pieces of toilet soap that I used to collect in the corner of the bath room near the copper pot in which they stored bathing water. She was hurriedly stubbing that packet into the saree fold and suddenly she saw me! 

She smiled and said "Saar these waste pieces of soap....I thought you don't want them..... so....!"

I was shocked no doubt, but I didn't show any emotions. 

I said "Hmmm.....OK. Take them, but inform me next time before you take them. I needed them for some purpose."

She seemed relaxed and said "Ayyo why do you want these waste pieces of soap saar! You live like  a maharaja and use new soap. We poor people need these you see. I have two small children whom I will bathe with these soap bits and tell them, our dhani is so kind, he has given these for you!"

I smiled and nodded my head. She must've felt like a big storm subside very quickly. 

I was a bit worried. I had seen her bringing a plastic wire basket everyday. Has she been whacking things other than waste soap bits? I decided to spy on her.

Next day onward, I'd open the door for her and stay awake until she left the house. I also used to keep an eye on her time and again as she worked in the kitchen. I had a vague doubt that some of the groceries as well as a few utensils were missing! I could not prove anything, and I never had a chance to catch her red handed. I also realised that some of my good audio cassettes were also missing, which I had thought were borrowed my friends and not returned. Maadevi's modus operandi made me suspect that she's the one who lifted the cassettes!

Then it was Deepavali time. Our owners returned from Nigeria for good,and I had to vacate the house along with Deepak. Of course Maadevi was continued as domestic helper by the owners but I didn't have the chance to tell them about her. I just cautioned them that they better keep an eye on her when she works. Their family had many members and they could not monitor Maadevi's movements. I left the house and stayed with my brother Kamalakanth and Deepak moved to some other place. 

Our owner lady Mrs. Nayak, was very affectionate and she invited me to their place every weekend to have lunch. That first Sunday when I went to their home, she called me aside and asked me in a low voice "Where did you find Maadevi?"

I said she was referred to us by Malli, our previous helper.

"Hmmm....Maadevi is such a big thief! Within two weeks, she has cleaned our house and whacked many things! I fired her and now we are doing all the jobs ourselves. Did you not lose anything when she worked for you?"

"Maybe, maybe not! All I know is that she was whacking some left over last bits of soap and I didn't stop her. I don't have many valuables to boast about, had some utensils and things, but now I am left with very few!"

Mrs. Nayak continued, "Aah! Kitchen utensils! Maadevi has even whacked big vessels and things! One day I checked her basket and found couple of brand new pans I had brought from Nigeria. I kept them inside and watched her expression. She looked worried and was looking as if she's lost something. Then I asked her what's up". 

She said "Nothing.... I felt a little tired today. Your work is too heavy for me. Next month onward you should pay me 50 Rupees more!"

"Then I told her enough is enough and that I am not paying a single paise more. If she's not happy with the job, she may get lost, and she quit the job!

That's probably what Maadevi's 'Clean Job' was all about!

They Still Continue Making Ganesha Idols

Nine years ago, I had written an article on making Ganesha Idols in a Mangalorean web portal. Now that article no more exists, after the website owners have revamped their site.

One of the seniors of the family, Sudhakar Rao was missing, but the family continues making Ganesha Idols, which was started in 1932 by Late M. Mohan Rao, a printer cum versatile drama artist during my younger days.

 I revisited their workshop to see this year's Ganesha idols, and I was delighted to see that they have order for more Ganesha idols this year!

First, my old article for those interested.

Three Generations in the Creation of Ganesha Idols

Pics courtesy: Prakash Kamath Kanthavar and from Rao's archives

“Vakrathunda Mahakaaya, Sooryakoti Samaprabha, Nirvighnam kurume Devo, sarva Kaaryeshu sarvada!” (Oh Elephant faced Mighty God, as bright as Sun’s rays, remove all the obstacles and always lead me to success in all that I do!)

Ganapathi, Vighneshwara, Siddhi Vinayaka, Vighnahaaraka, Chaamarakarna, Ameya, The Lord who is supposed to demolish all the evil obstacles in life for those who believe in him, in other words - 'Lord Ganesha', is worshipped by the masses the world over, especially on the event called 'Chauti' or 'Ganesha Chaturthi' every year.

The annual festival starts on the fourth day of the Bhadrapada month after the New Moon, when people bring the clay image of Ganesha decorated with flowers and ornaments home, perform poojas, offer prasadams and jubiliate by singing, dancing and sharing the joy among the family, friends and the public!

Most of us have seen the festivities, popularised by the forethought of Bala Gangadhar Tilak who started such a festival over a hundred years ago to unite people and to show the British rulers, the power of integrity amongst the Indians. This is a National Festival of utmost importance that brings unity amongst all the castes, creeds and religions.

While most of us have seen such festivities galore every year, some of us have not had a glimpse of 'Behind the Scene', where these Ganesha models are made. At least, not quite the way in which a family with three generations have dedicated themselves for over 75 years in crafting these lovely models of Ganesha even today!

Prakash called me last Sunday and reminded me that Ganesha Chaturthi is fast approaching and he has some interesting pics that he has captured in his camera!

"Kudpimaam, we must show the world how three generations within a family are dedicated to create beautiful Ganesha models for Chauthi!" - Prakash sounded very firm and determined.

I agreed to his proposition and we planned to visit the place where such masterpieces are crafted. I had seen the place before, but not when Ganesha models were in the making. All I know about the place is that it belonged to M Mohan Rao, an artist who was close to my father in printing and binding business, sometimes exposing his acting talents in my father's dramas including 'Sanyasi Gongadi'. I also remember visiting Mohan Rao for Wedding 'Petas'(Turbans) and 'Basinga's(Ornamental pendant adorning the forehead of a bridegroom), whenever we had weddings within our house hold. My last visit to Mohan Rao's house was in the year 1978, as far as I remember!

Prakash came to pick me up that afternoon and we were all set to explore the place.

We parked our vehicle on the road opposite to Hotel Durga Mahal in Mannagudda junction and walked the short stretch leading to a lane known as Haridas Lane (or Boova's Lane). I slowly started recalling my childhood memories as I took each step down the lane, leading to an old tile roofed house painted unmistakably blue in typical Mangalorean style!

"I am stepping into this house after almost 29 years!" I excitedly told Prakash, who was trying to protect his camera case from the light drizzle.

The house looked almost the same as I had seen long ago! The very first room had a treddle letter press machine for printing hand bills, cards and brochures.
This time, I just had a glimpse of two girls and a boy binding books, and no printing machine in sight. Nevertheless, the atmosphere was as quiet as it was, 29 years ago.

Prakash showed me the heap of clay, hay and the stack of small and large wooden platforms with wooden staff at the centre; “they are all there as ever, little more esthetically placed”, said Prakash. He has been visiting here every year for the last 15 years to get their family Ganesha idol.

When we removed our footwear and entered the hall cum work area, I was totally amazed to see the number of half completed and almost completed array of clay Ganesha models!

This I must confess was something I had never seen before! When I visited this place 29 years ago, it was to bring Peta and Basinga for my brother who was getting married in December 1978.

"Please come inside" - an ageing man, almost resembling Mohan Rao greeted us. A young man was sitting by the side, trying to shape the belly of the Ganesha model that he was working on. He turned back, got up and gave a broad smile too!

Prakash introduced me to them. The elderly man was Prabhakar Rao, eldest of the three sons of Mohan Rao. The young man was his son Mahesh. They both took us around the place and showed us unfinished models of Ganesha in different sizes. Prabhakar Rao's wife came out with cups full of hot badam milk and offered us seat on a cot inside the house. As we sipped the beverage, I saw Ganesha everywhere, leaving very little space in between for us to walk around!

Here is an interview with Prabhakar Rao and Mahesh Rao, which reveals the story behind the scene in making of Ganesha models.

Q: Who started this profession and when?
Prabhakar Rao: My father M Mohan Rao, born in 1895 was working in Bombay where he learnt the art of making clay models of Ganesha. He used to bring the idols from Bombay those days. He came back to Mangalore in 1932 and started it in Mangalore.

Q: I have heard about Mohan Rao since my childhood. He was close to my father. How many idols he used to make then?
Prabhakar Rao: Ever since he started making the Ganesha idols, the number has been steady at 183. Even the design is identical! While most of these are for worship within private house holds, 15 are worshipped in public places by Temples, Trusts or Associations including the largest of all which we make for 'Sangha Niketan'. It is an 8.5 feet tall idol which they used to order from Bombay initially, but we started making that for them since last 58 years.
Today, we carry out the good work of our late father, who passed away in 1988. We do get inquiries from new households and Associations but we politely refuse, owing to limitation of space and time!

Q: Tell me who all are involved within your family in making these.
Prabhakar Rao: Apart from me and my son Mahesh, my brother Sudhakar Rao, his son Rajesh and my youngest brother Ramachandra Rao, who is a Senior Manager in Vijaya Bank, join us in the good work. Ramachandra Rao takes leave from the Bank every year during this time! Apart from this, we have my sister’s sons Balakrishna, Venkatesh and Varadaraj and finally Ramachandra Rao’s son in law Deepak Rao actively participating in making these idols. Mahesh’s wife Seema, Venkatesh Rao’s daughter Kripa and Ramachandra Rao’s daughter Dr.Preetham who is doing her MD in Gynaecology also give a hand in painting the idols!

Q: That's great, the entire family working for a good cause, irrespective of their professions and qualifications! How much do you charge for the work?
Ramachandra  Rao: We don't charge for our services. We don't demand that at all! We are not doing this work to earn money. It is a service to the society that our elders started, and we are continuing it. People however; give us 'fee'(Kaanike) for our service according to their wish and capacity.

Q: Can you give us a picture about how you make these idols from raw materials?
Mahesh Rao: Yes. We get the processed clay from tile factories. They give us clay at concession. First stage is making the base of Ganesha on the wooden platforms. Once this dries up a bit, we go for the second stage, adding the bust and arms. In this stage, we use hay for support. Final stage is building the head and the trunk. Then we allow them to stand for some time and design the jewelry and the cloth, using tools that we have designed ourselves out of wooden and metal strips and blades! One specialty in our work is that we don't make these models using pre fabricated moulds. We shape them manually. It is a bit cumbersome process, but gives us lot of satisfaction. We smoothen the surface and allow the models to dry at room temperature for about a week. Then we paint them with different colours of enamel paints to give the final touch, almost one week before Ganesh Chaturthi.

Q: Do you get requests from outside Mangalore?
Sudhakar Rao: Not many. We make one for Farangipet and one for USA from where we have a party that has been taking Ganesha idol very year.

Q: What else do you do apart from crafting Ganesha idols?
Prabhakar Rao: We make Sharada Devi idols for Dasara Festival but only four, since Sharada pooja is performed mostly in public. We have printing and binding service for our livelihood. We also dress up Bridegrooms and design ‘Peta's and 'Basinga's that are essential for Hindu weddings.
Mahesh Rao: Yes. Many children come to us during Krishna Janmashtami for make up and fancy dress! We also dress them up for Mythological roles such as 'Narada' or 'Vishwamithra'!

We thanked the family members for the information they provided patiently, spending almost two hours with us, in spite of their busy schedule.

It is amazing to see three generations in a family involved in carrying out the trend set by Mohan Rao. The dedication that they are showing for the good work is heartening. Their skills are unquestionably excellent! In the modern generation of Plaster of Paris idols being in vogue, these clay models are still grafted by this family. The models they make, speak volumes about the selfless sacrifices the family is rendering year after year to uphold this ancient tradition that has kept not only the family united over the years, but also thousands of devotees of Lord Ganesha who get together every year to worship him in the form of these clay idols!

Today, the family is into Fourth generation, and they all join hands and make Ganesha idols. Demand is increasing year by year, and this year they have sculpted 204 idols, all with environmentally friendly materials like clay and lead free paint. My blogger friend from Chennai, Shrinidhi Hande was on a visit to his hometown Kota near Udupi and when he met me for the first time and asked me if anything exciting is happening in Mangaluru, I took him to Mohan Rao's place, which has been rebuilt with a strong spacious structure in place of their age old house.

There we also saw the majestic Ganesha of Sangha Niketan Mangaluru being decorated, and met Konchady Jeevanraj Shenoy, an aspirant young engineer who was personally fixing the 'Simhaasan'(Lion's Throne) for the Lord, with the help of an assistant. Prabhakar Rao the senior most member of the family, his brother Ramachandra Rao and their juniors were delighted to receive us and take us around the workshop. Their printing press is still functioning in a small room and women were seen printing and binding books. 

Overall, it was an overwhelming experience to see 204 Ganesha idols being prepared zealously but silently in our own neighbourhood Mannagudda by a family that has indulged in that activity since last 8 decades.

Please go through the pictures taken during my recent visit there.

 

 

Shrinidhi Hande with Prabhakar Rao

The Raos with Sangha Niketan Ganesha