Regrettable is your ignorance! Summer 2004, I came out of the office chambers of Dr. Manmohan at Borde, Jammu after matching of a few teknis. I boarded my car. Before I switched the self on I spotted an old man in his nineties looking at me with a sarcastic smile. I alighted and went to him to know my fault. He said: “From your dress you seem to be well educated, but your activity speaks of your ignorance. I said: Mahara, I too dont believe in it, but being father of a girl, I have no alternative but to follow directions. He said: “When I was twenty, my tekni did not match anywhere. I was declared manglik. It was a big problem. My parents got worried. One of my friends offered his help and fabricated my tekni. Now my stars and fortunes were in his hands. He placed each star in the most favourable box with ‘Brahasput’ in the eleventh house. Now, my tekni matched everywhere with each one. Offers relieved my parents of the tension. I became choosy. I got married to the choicest girl of that era. For the last sixty years we two never spoke to each other loudly and never disagreed with each other. We always decided issues with consensus. On my query, he introduced himself to me as P N Trisal. I said: “Do you know my friends, Prof. P L Trisal and Brij Nath Trisal, Principal Kendriya Vidyalaya? He said: “Both of them are my sons. Obviously I must know both of them.” I gave my introduction and told him that he used to accompany his granddaughters Er.Anuradha and Er. Natasha to M Dass Public School at Cotta Bazar. Thank God, despite their principal being ignorant, both are qualified engineers. A few days later, I narrated the whole episode to P L Trisal. He confirmed what his father conveyed to me. He said that he never heard them talking to each other loudly or arguing for any matter. Both used to come to conclusion amicably with consensus. Soon both of us became familiar to each other and I visited him frequently. One day P L Trisal phoned me and said that his father wanted to see me. I made it at the earliest. By now, he was bed ridden and too weak to eat solid food himself. My entry was welcomed by a hearty laughter. Santosh, his daughter-in-law, feeding him liquid food with spoon was given recess for a little while. In lying position, he addressed me: “They are all ‘luet tulieth gabh’. (When the tail is picked up they turn out to be ewe) When Kashmiri Pundits shift to the topmost floor (Kunie) in summer or to the ground floor (Voet) in winter, they look for the auspicious day, little knowing that the whole house belonged to them and invariably they otherwise used to go up and down for one or the other work. Next week Tatha Ji as we used to call him took a deep and last breath to bid goodbye to this world,
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