Andrew Sabu

You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.” ― Charlotte Eriksson

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In The Dark Of The Night

She sat beneath the light,
In the dark of the night
Dwelling on her fears;
fighting all the tears 

Neglecting my surmises,
I left her thoughts alone,
And within silence, she spoke.
And then her demons rose

Her dreams are crushed with anger
by the people that she loved
Now all that she is left with,
is the hope that she can love 
is the hope that she can…

She sat beneath the light,
In the dark of the night
Dwelling on her fears;
fighting all the tears

She says she’ll wait for something 
That’s gonna set her free
But the truth was simple
Truth is morality

Apart from all the pain
And all the misery
Now all that she is left with,
is the hope she can be free
is the hope she can…

– Andrew Sabu

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To Build A Home

The soul is scarred, but hope remains
Let the smoke out while whimpering in the rain
And when you’re done,
go find this place

Old furniture suits your style
The walls will speak to you
Paint it with your favourite colors
Guide it with your gentle touch 

Lie down now, its time to rest
Your past has disappeared on an unearthly quest 
you can trust this piece of art
You can trust me now 

Grab a blanket and sleep tight
Dream all your broken dreams
Let the darkest memories fade away 
Scream them out the window 

Sing your heart out,
Your soothing voice will be heard
A single word will reflect your life 
and lift all of your fears 

I know you’re scared; terrified
The walls of these rooms will set you apart
They will guide you through darkness
and through those vile nights, they’ll set you free

This is the place I don’t feel alone
This is the place..I feel at home

– Andrew Sabu 

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The extraordinary life of an ordinary man.

Everybody in this world is out looking for inspiration. Some look for it in known heroic figures, some comprehend it through fictional characters and very few seek it in themselves. Hope you can find inspiration in him: He’s 80 years old. 5ft’ tall, wears the same shirt almost everyday and cuts his own hair. This is the tale of V.V. Francis.

Francis was born on 24th July 1934 in the city of Guruvayur located in God’s own country(hehe) living with a joint family of 14. He was just 2 years when his 19 year old mother died giving birth to his unborn brother. Since then, he was bought up by his 22 year old father and paternal grandmother. His father refused to re-marry and made a promise to always take care of Francis.

When Francis was five, he and his cousin were enrolled in a local school in Kottapadi which is 2kms from where he lived. This meant walking 4kms, going and coming. Everyday. No public transport or car obviously cause 1930’s guys. He was in this school till the age of 12. For high school, him and Devassy (His cousin), were enrolled in St.Josephs High School located at Pavaratti and this meant walking 20kms everyday. That’s a lot of waking. They were in this school till the age of 17. Devassy and Francis didn’t own any footwear so all this walking was done barefoot and during the rains, one umbrella was shared between the two.

When Francis was in the 11th grade, his beloved grandmother passed away. To make things worse, he fell sick for 2 months with typhoid which resulted in failing that year. After a painful couple of months, Francis rejoined college and passed with distinction. All this happened during the World War II, so there were a lot of problems that the family faced too. Amid all this, Francis took admission in St. Thomas College, in Trichur where he lived in a boarding house. A couple of good years later, he would make the big move.

Aged 20, Francis left his home and came to Mumbai in 1954. He lived with his cousin Devassy in a chawl in a village named Kalai next to Ghatkopar without any electricity or water. Life there was so hard that even morning dumps were a pain in the ass. After constant problems, both both decided to move into a 1 room, kitchen at Tilaknagar. Francis hunted for a job for an entire year until he finally found one in 1955 at the Indian Oxygen Company where he worked as a clerk for 6 months and after a small stint as a typist for a medicine company, he decided to work at Firestone which would prove to be his workplace for 38 years. He earned Rs.125/month there. He was always a hard worker and despite his tight income, he lived a very sustainable life. After 3 years of tireless efforts, Francis was gifted a 1room,kitchen by the government. By this time he had managed to form a tremendous social circle around him. He was loved, respected by many and even though Francis was a genuine workaholic he had countless number of passions he kept close to him. In the early 60’s, he including a few other Malayalis formed a organization called “Malayalam Samajhan” to promote the true essence of Kerala’s culture. They would submit short stories, poems and articles to various libraries. Life was free flowing and it would get better soon.

The later year, Francis got married to Baby. Her parents named her Baby because she was the youngest among her 3 sisters. Baby had the qualifications to become a Civil Engineer but after she got pregnant she decided to be a brilliant housewife and mother instead. Francis and Baby had their first child soon after and were blessed with a son. Two years later, Baby gave birth to another baby boy and then later to a baby girl in 1963. These three children would grow up to be three tremendous, genuine human beings under the best possible care.

3 kids, 1 room. Baby used to stay at home while Francis worked at Firestone, a part time editor at Malayalm Samajhan and had to constantly keep watch of the ongoings at his founded school. This is how life went on for some time till another Cousin, came to his doorstep, without any job and without any education. Francis, being the munificent person that he is, didn’t think twice before giving his cousin a job with his own money by buying him a Radio shop.

In 1985, Firestone was shipped back to the U.S. and was sold to an Indian company which resulted in the outsourcing of almost 1500 employees. 40 employees including Francis were then illegally transferred to work in a warehouse in Malad but nobody was given any work but were still paid. Apparently, this was a scam by the back then Modi Group because they wanted these employees to resign. Francis and a few other people fought against their company in order to obtain legitimate rights and after a lot of legal pressure, the management was forced to recall everybody back for work.

Francis officially retired in 1993. His salary then was Rs.12,000/Month.

As years went by, Franics could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Things were looking just in place. He bought a flat in Ghatla, Chembur for Rs. 20,000 and the current valuation of that flat in today’s market is almost 1.5 crore rupees. Once he had enough time and resources, Francis also built a house in Kerala with the help of his family. His eldest son is now working in London. His second son is an IITian who has his own company and is an Architect by profession. His daughter is a scientist working with the BARC.

To this day, Francis refuses to stop working for his family.



 

 

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Time is a form of money which can be cashed in the bank of wisdom.

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Meet my beautiful grandparents. They have lived a life filled with value, giving a lot to the world and in the process demanding nothing in return. My grandmother sits at home helping out in household chores and in the afternoon, she reads ‘French for Dummies’. My grandfather, to this day, occupies himself with anything that he can contribute to -from buying groceries to fixing the building elevator.

Francis always had to face numerous struggles to get where he wanted to but he did so with absolute tolerance and compassion. I wouldn’t claim that his life was hard because he never ever let anything or anyone put him down. He believed in the good of people and always made sure that he and his loved ones around him led a calm, peaceful life. I hoped you liked reading about him and maybe drew a little inspiration as I do every single day.

– Andrew Sabu

P.S. On my grandfather’s 80th birthday, my family set up a surprise at Adarsh Vidyalaya (his founded school) and without his knowledge a Rs.1,20,000 scholarship was donated to the most deserving student with an underprivileged background who was chosen with the help of the other founding members and committee members.

 

 

[ Glossary: Chawl- -Name for a type of building found in India. They are often 4 to 5 stories with about 10 to 20 tenements, Malayalis-People who have Malayalam as their mother tongue, Vidyalaya-School ]

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