The Revolutionary Mind is Always Young.

Since my infant age, travels were part of my life. Travels during the last decade were mainly semi-official travels. My semi-official travels are my travels that I accompany my mother for her official purposes. My mother and her colleagues always used my little assistance when and where it is necessary.

My recent journey was entirely different from all other journeys. Last week, we both attended a district-level function where my mother was an invitee.  Even though the mother was one of the special invitees, my travel was official. I got an opportunity to join for a special lunch at a house where the invitees were some of the political personalities.

The host of that event was a retired teacher and her family, including her children, in-laws and grandchildren. The teacher was born in the early 1930s with an approximate age of 85. Even though she was physically week, she was energetic while talking with people. She was one of the first batches of students who studied in Malayalam medium. She completed her ten and Bachelor’s in Economics in the 1950s.

Grandma was so happy to share her memories with me. She was from an affluent family, where her paternal family followed an ideology of the majority of that time. She was deeply influenced by her mother, who was compassionate towards her fellow beings.  

She briefly explained to me her love marriage which shifted her from her native place to the faraway land of that time. Her family strongly opposed their love, but she was too revolutionary enough to live with her better half leaving the family behind. He introduced Grandma to a different political ideology. Grandma always updated herself, particularly in politics. Even in her eighty's, she actively talks about politics and memories. Her revolutionary mind is always young.


Greeshma Greeshmam