#Reena Varghese Kannimala
A hungry youth. Even when the call of hunger was burning in his own stomach, he walked to a distant steep mountain to feed his beloved lamb. The steep mountain that even a fox hesitates to climb is called the mountain that no fox can climb (kurukkan keramala).
The fair, tired boy named John, accompanied by his
creature, is going to that mountain.
On the top of that mountain, there is a wild gooseberry tree. Little John, who had tied the lamb to that tree and watched it eat its belly full of grass, looked into the deep crater of the bottom of the wild gooseberry and thought this…
"If I fall to the bottom of that cliff and die... I won't be hungry anymore... no one will make fun of me... I won't have to hear the call of the son of the crazy Kuriakose ever again..."
A helpless boy who even wanted to die to satisfy his burning hunger and escape the mockery of his friends and villagers. That was John, the son of Olical Kuriakos of Palakuzha village four and a half decades ago.
At a time when the number of young and teenage corpses that hang themselves after being teased by friends or commented on by a group is mushrooming, the powerful man John Kuriakose is weaving a paradise in this small Kerala from his miserable hell hole into a huge movement with sales of over 1500 crores, and the breadwinner of the lives of over 4325 people.
“My father was a wage laborer. He worked from seven in the morning to three in the evening. On Saturdays, after finishing his work, he had to take a load of rubber sheets to the market, sell them, and give the money to the boss. Then, from that money, the boss had to pay my father’s wages. My father was not a rubber cutter. He was a wage laborer. Once, my father sold rubber sheets like this and went to the boss with a bundle of money. He bought it all, counted it, and finally said to my father:
"Hey Kuriako, I'll give you your salary next week. This is all new notes, I need to keep this."
"That capitalist mindset, I have a lack of opinion inside me. That is to say, this is my experience,
At that time, only if that master got the money that he had withheld from my father, my father could have bought rations and he could have fed his children.
That's why I have a socialist mindset. So I do not belong to any party. The idea that all humans are equal. I grew up like this by the infinite mercy of God. This situation may change tomorrow. Today, we need 11.5 crores to pay a month's salary. If we don't have income for three months for dental care, we will survive. But if it continues for six months, there will be no dental care. '
This humility of the revolutionary visionary John Kuriakose is the root of his success in life.
His mother's patience was the cornerstone of his life. His mother was a girl without anyone. A girl who had lost her parents at a young age and walked around the neighborhood asking for help under the shadow of her grandmother. She was hoping for comfort when that girl became the wife of Kuriakose, a healthy and strong man from the family of lunatics.
Kuriakose loved his wife and children as much as his life. He raised his children with good discipline.
John Kuriakose remembers that if he lied or showed dishonesty, he was sure to be punished.
“I have only stolen one thing in my life, and that was when I was a child. I was beaten a lot by my father for it.
Although my father raised me with severe punishments, I was not lacking in mischief. Once, when I went to a prayer meeting, I hid in the bushes at night and scared two neighbor mothers who were coming by, throwing stones at them and shouting Hallelujah.
I still remember how those poor mothers ran away in fear, holding a light made from burning coconut leaves in their hands. “
I could see in his eyes a mischievous child who smiled even when he was crying. This businessman, who is the founder of Dentcare, recalled his beloved father’s early family life as follows:
“My father was a hard worker. He never left my mother to do anything. He worked as a wage worker and supported the family, and he took good care of my mother and us Loved. My father wanted to buy a plot of land with roads and facilities from that leaky house in that mountainous area full of rocks and no facilities and build a house. For that, he worked day and night like an ant collecting rice grains and saved up money. Without even drinking a single cup of tea, and with a tight stomach…”
“When he finally had enough money to buy the twenty-three cents of land he wanted, the pure father handed over the entire amount to the owner of the land he wanted to buy, without writing a deed of the land or making any arrangements. When he got the money in his hand, he drank the entire amount. This information reached the father’s ears while he was working as a laborer in a neighboring house. “
Pausing, the gentle John Kuriakose looked at me and smiled softly. Behind that smile there was the power that turned tears into fertilizer.
Despite growing up with his father who had gone mad and his brother, the crazy Elias, who was locked in chains and throwing feces, Kuriakose, who stood firm, could not bear the betrayal.
Kuriakose said that he would kill the one who made his sweat water. With that, the people decided that a third madman had been born in the Olikkal family. Kuriakose was admitted to the mental hospital in Thrissur as soon as possible. He was given shock treatment. Kuriakose had to take twelve pills for many years. The poor woman obeyed her husband who had gone mad without a murmur.
The most problematic age is adolescence. From the age of fourteen to eighteen, and the fifteenth year in particular - these are all very problematic times. In recent times, children who have committed suicide because of being teased, because of not buying a mobile phone, because of being questioned by teachers, and because of not being allowed to play games, are all of this age.
In this situation, forty years ago, John and his siblings were in a situation where they had to be crushed and become social outcasts under the cruelty of their crazy father, and how many severe life trials the fifteen-year-old and his siblings had to endure, when you look back at his teenage experiences. Three mischievous sons, amidst hunger and poverty, if these children quarreled or made a fuss, the poor woman was sure to be beaten by the crazy Kuriakose. The crazy father would come with a stick cut from the tamarind tree in the yard and tie his mother's hands and beat her.
Amma, the feminine form of endurance, who bites without uttering a sound even as the blood gushes out.
When the anger subsides, the father leaves the house.
If the father goes outside, the mother will beat her own chest and cry without crying till then.
The three sons will also cry while hugging their mother. John was the second of those three sons. Fearing that her children would also go mad because of the three generations of a mad family, the poor woman tried to commit suicide several times.
But each time she was saved by an invisible intervention. Finally, time heard the suffering daughter lament that this was an evil God who would not even allow her to die. By then, John was fifteen years old. Tomorrow about the steps that the fifteen year old walked up, relying on the mother root of obedience.
