Father rebels!
Life is strange most of the time. Nissanka Aiya who had set up a new
home at Batuwatte invited all of us to join him. In any case the lease
that father had taken on the land at Halkandawila had almost expired and
we thought father and mother would be happy to accept Nissanka Aiya's
invitation and move into the new home. They did. We all did. Akka was
ecstatic about the new home. Now at last she had a place she could 'come
home to' with a measure of dignity.
Father however, was not too happy about the new arrangement. Although
he and mother had a home to live and rest their tired limbs in, Father
felt he was not the 'Head' of the family. All these long years, through
thick and thin he had been the head of the family - meaning the most
important and powerful member of the family.
Not that Nissanka Aiya made anybody feel that he and nobody else ran
the show. He was still the quiet, soft-spoken and 'concerned' man of the
family. But we had miscalculated father.
We had thought that after so many years of struggle, hard work, brief
spells of joy and longer spells of disorder and uncertainty, that he
would be only too ready to take a back seat, let his brood manage
affairs, and enjoy his old age in comfort, like most old people would
like to do.
But father, fortunately or unfortunately for him, and for us too, was
not in the category of 'most old people'. He was still a rebel. He
wanted activity. He wanted to be the 'head' of things. He vehemently
refused the revered status of Grand Old Man in retirement relegated
mostly to Hansi Putuwa (arm chair) and being attended upon.
Lonely childhood
Father was a 'lonely' man in spite of two marriages and six children.
Long, long years ago his mother had died giving him birth. His father
had married a second time and my father had had a lonely childhood. I
believe that 'child' had never left him. He had learnt to live with his
loneliness. He had worked hard. Life had always been a battle for him.
He had not known much love in his life. And even when it was there,
he failed to recognise it. So even at this juncture when all of us were
ready and glad to 'make him comfortable' he refused that cocooned
comfort. He would rather strike out on his own once again and taste
sweet cherries of success or even the bitter berries of failure.
My feeling is that he was right in his decision. He was still a
strong man and quite healthy. (He lived up to 101 years). The 'Hansi
Putuwa' was certainly not for him. Incidentally, we never had a Hansi
Putuwa in any of our homes.
So my father broke rein and ran away - so to say. With him of course,
mother too. No, it was not an unwilling mother that followed father in
his many paths. She had absolute faith in him and I am sure she loved
him deeply, although my poor father may not have been aware of it.
Father had made a few trips out, without our consent of course, found
a job and one day he just moved out together with mother. At that time
we were flabbergasted, we were dumbfounded, we were even hurt. Nissanka
Aiya and Akka must have been even more hurt than the others, but they
did not show it. They bore this 'unholy' (according to us!) departure of
father with stoic rectitude.
I was 'hurt' too and I must be the one who blamed father most, in my
youthful foolishness. It took me years to understand the will and the
indomitable courage of this man - my father.
The Batuwatte 'home' did not last long either. When father and mother
went away they had taken the home part of it away - although they may
not have realised it at that time. What we were left with was only a
'shell' of a home without the warmth and the scent of a real home. In
any case we had to part once again. Akka had been transferred out.
Nissanka Aiya had experienced the 'futility' of the whole experience
and he moved out closer to Colombo too. He may have even been thinking
of marriage. I had just scraped through the Senior School Certificate
exam and was on the lookout for jobs. I went back to Loku Aiya at
Bendiyamulla to our 'Takaran Gedara'.
Gazette
I started applying for jobs right and left. In those days, there was
only one way of knowing where the jobs were and what they were and that
is by perusing the Govt. Gazette, which was readily available at Post
Office counters. I can't remember seeing any newspaper notices. Even if
there were, very few of us would have spent money on a newspaper.
Soon enough I found a job to my great relief, because I was still
living on Loku Aiya. One day I received a registered letter from the
Registrar General's office, Colombo. It said that I had been selected as
a temporary clerk in the establishment and that I was to call at the
office on a particular day [in February or March, 1949] to take up duty.
A few weeks earlier about ten of us young men had been interviewed.
Loku Aiya was away at work and I broke the news to his young wife,
Bentara Akka. "I must be the only one selected, I am sure.." I told her
for 'effect' more than anything else. After all this was my very first
job and here I am 'selected' after a proper interview! "I am sure you
are the only one, Chandrasoma Malli" Bentara Akka assured me, smiling.
And so on the given date I presented myself at the R.G.O. - Registrar
General's Office in Chatham Street, Fort. If you are an 'oldster' I am
sure you will remember the RGO, that cream coloured oblong two-storeyed
building, under the spreading Mara tree almost opposite the Cargills
building.
It is a pity it was pulled down and replaced by a host of business
premises, including the present Hemas. The RGO was old enough, not to be
pulled down. Anyway that is the way of progress.
When I reported for duty, I found that most of the other chaps too
had been called. In a way I was relieved. We had company.! I told so to
Loku Aiya and Bentara Akka that evening when I got back home on the very
first evening of my very first job.
"Ah, but surely, you must have come first in the interview" insisted
Bentara Akka. 'That's why you got a registered letter!" She insisted
further. Loku Aiya nodded his head in approval and I let the issue rest.
The RGO was a jolly old place. It had some fine characters, that I
could almost write a book on. For the purpose of this column I will deal
with just a few of them - mainly two of them in fact.
The one was the celebrated singer and vocalist C.T. Fernando. He was
already there when we joined in. We were all 'researchers' in a kind of
way. Okay, let's say 'searchers', to be exact. At that period of time,
all the registers of births, deaths and marriages were preserved in the
RGO. All the old records from all the provinces were sent here for
preservation.
They were bound in very hard cover registers - rather like the Law
Books - and stored away in special racks in a special room, a sort of
attic below floor level. All of us 'searchers' worked in an adjoining
room which had long benches and equally long desks, rather like the pews
in a church.
The applications for copies of birth, death and marriage certificates
were sorted out elsewhere in the office and sent down to us for the
actual searching. We, the group of searchers were allotted certain
divisions. If the events were long past, the 'search' was difficult.
Often the old registers were dusty, torn and parched. But that was where
the fun was.
I will be coming back to the fun and C.T. Fernando especially, next
week. Till then, do bear with me.
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