Me, Street Circus and Village Library

I always reminded you about my small village Kollemcode. But i never told you about another village where I was born and spend my 15 years of childhood. Its called Kirathoor, well dont ask me what does that mean, I am not sure what it means.

And they say if you dont know a variable then lets consider it as X, so Kirathoor is another X for you. What matters is, what is this boring (I know, but you know its in my blood so cant stop) topic about.

There is a library in our village, which was actually closed for years. Being brilliant from my childhood ( U know) its my regular routine to visit the library and read all the news papers there. It was managed by all youngsters who followed communist ideologies. There was a television in that library and all these people gather there to discuss the growing demands of our village to issues which is happening in their neighborhood and how to solve those and by the way the real fact is its just discussions. Every celebration they hire projector and a screen and play movies. I remain awake the whole night to watch the entire sets of movies. But some times their budget remain restricted and they hire a TV and a VCR and play movies in it. Dad normally didn't allow me to watch movies if they play it on TV. But I have seen movies there whole night, normally up to three movies in one go. Highlight is I buttered an uncle there and took couple of books from there and I never returned them.

This was the time my hairstylist krishnan uncle (I dont know they call him kathi krishnan kutty) came up with a novel idea, Street Circus (Cycle Yanja). It was a great discussion between kids and they cooked up various stories about the events that were going to happen. Finally the day arrived, I went with my Dad to see the show. The place was decorated with colorful lights and it was festival atmosphere there. It was a free show and his only income was from the small donations we give after each event. He introduced a guy and he performs good number of stunts. To attract people daily he changed events often. Once he wrapped that guys face with a cloth and buried him in the ground upside down. I was scared to see the act and after some time he was taken out. Another event was that the guy was made to lye down above the white tubelights and another lady was asked to balance on his hands. I could see the tubes breaking up and hurting his back. It never made any difference to that guy. He performed several tricks with fire and cycle too.

Next event was to auction the products which villagers sponsor to krishnan uncle. People raise 50 paise, 1 Rupee, Five rupees as auction increments and finally someone will get it. After a weeks show circus came to an end. We kids were kept waiting for the next season. I asked Krishan uncle if he is going to stage another show soon, but he said he was in loss. I was sad, some days later I saw that guy pushing a vegetable cart. From my mom I heard he married a girl there and became a vegetable vendor. That was the rise and dusk of our local hero.

What happened to our library, it was acquired by the government and renovated. But still it just had newspapers there. No books and now I dont even know if it really exists.

Thats all for now, now go to work.. Happy reading!!

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