Skip to content

Sivadas, the Mighty Stalin

November 18, 2010

I have a good friend whom I’ve known for quite a few years now: Mr. Stalin Sivadas, which is what we’ve called him all these years; which is kind of strange actually because his real name is not even remotely related to Stalin or Sivadas.

The “Stalin” part, which is easy to guess, came from his affinity to the ideology of communism but I have no idea about the second part; irrelevant anyways.

The man was a legend back in those days in Trivandrum. He was a hero for the proletariats; a deadly enemy for the bourgeoisie; a star in the making for the DYFI and he had a staunch “son of soil” persona. The “Das Kapital” was his Veda.

All this was kind of difficult to fathom because he hailed, not from a family of commies but from a humble religious family in an agraharam near the Padmanabhaswamy kshetram.

He would spend hours either with the college politburo or at the DYFI Vazhuthecaud office. He dreamt about becoming a great leader. His hero was “Che” and I think he even learnt Russian just to read a few books in their original format.

He looked down upon any “faarin” made liquor and nothing was as dear to him as his kallu and OMR. He would only smoke unfiltered cigarettes and even if by chance, he had a filtered one, he would tear out the filter and then smoke it.

Back in those days, he used to ride around town on his ancient Bajaj KB-100 citing communism again. It did not make any sense I know, but that was our dear friend, Stalin Sivadas.

He called it “idealism” but on the other hand, we called it “moda/qjaada”!

As part of our normal conversation, when we used to liberally quote filmi dialogues of Lalettan, Mukesh, Jagathy or Suraj, he used to quote Marx, Che or Lenin.

For example, if one were to say, “Aliya, looks like we have a hard day ahead in college.”

In riposte, he would say, “One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.”

For example, if one were to say, “Will I get a decent paying job?”

He would reply, “Far more important than a good remuneration is the pride of serving one’s neighbor.

For example, if one were to say, “I am waiting for 4 PM, for college to get over.

He would reply, “It is true that liberty is precious—so precious that it must be rationed.

And he often said other illogical things………..

If you get my drift, anything and everything that he did/thought was connected to the spirituality of communism, his feeling of oneness with the ideology.

After college, we all thought that he would jump directly into politics but the story took a complete U-turn there. After college; he got a job in a big MNC and believe it or not, has been working in the US for a good 4 years now!! 4 years!!!!

In due time, American dollars replaced the Indian rupee for him; JD replaced his kallu; and Marlboro replaced his scissors and beedi. It looked like capitalism had worked its charm on our comrade and we never let him forget it either. Any chance, any opportunity, we would make fun of him about how he was a pseudo-sakkavu (comrade).


I spoke to him last week and I immediately knew that something was amiss.

I asked, “Sakkave (comrade), what is wrong?”

After a bit of pushing and prodding, he finally replied, “A girl I know is getting married this week.

Girl problem………. It had to be that!

So I had to ask, “So did you tell her that you like her?

He replied, “Well, a year back she proposed to me but even though I kinda liked her, I did not say yes. I just feel bad now since she is getting married”.

I was intrigued. Our “bays” generally do not miss chances like this; not open invitations anyway!

So I said, “If you liked her then why on earth did you say no to her a year back”.

He remained silent……….

So I asked, “Was it religion or race?”

He replied very solemnly, “Yes aliya

So I said, “But I thought you were a sakkavu (comrade)? Surely you guys don’t bother about these stupid things?

To which he replied, “Dai, shavathu kutthadha dai. Sakaavayalum PM aayalum, pennunnu avasanam veetu kethande?

(Dai, don’t rub salt into my wounds. It does not matter if I am a comrade or the PM of the country; finally I have got to take the girl back home right?)

The life of a pseudo-sakkavu is hard indeed…………………… which works for us.

As we say in Malayalam, “avandae k—— a—- kudukkan oru avasaramum kuudi kitti”, which roughly translates into, “More fodder to make fun of him!”

14 Comments leave one →
  1. November 18, 2010 4:18 pm

    yet another naanavum maanavum illaatha sagaavu !!!

    and the girl thing; see, he must be a sagaavu, but his parents neednt be, rt? and even if they are; the girls parents neednt be, rt? 😀 😀 😀 All that they need is an excuse ! 😀 😀

    Btw, didnt you tell him that Russian language has a lot of scope in the US ? 😀

    • November 18, 2010 6:21 pm

      satyam aliya satyam!

      yes yes, told him that 😛

  2. November 18, 2010 5:35 pm

    Am I glad my pseudo sagaavu didn’t get much of a chance to mull over such a profound thought!! We were married way before it hit him hard on the head…… of what actually he had signed up for :mrgreen:

    psst psst I know of many such harmless sagakkals roaming in and around Sunnyvale and Palo Alto now 😉 and yup the pleasure is all mine to tease the hell out of them :mrgreen:

    Ps: Did you ever visit that Madras Groceries? It’s the cleanest Indian store I have ever seen in my life 😛

    • November 18, 2010 6:22 pm

      hahaha 😛 poor sakkavu! and I mean your husband 😛

      where is this place?? never heard about it?

        • November 18, 2010 6:38 pm

          Hey Thanks ya!! it is pretty close to where I live 😛

          Will check it out………. btw, this is unrelated but do you know where I can find a puttu maker vessal here? I asked in a few stroes but they dont seem to have it

        • November 18, 2010 6:44 pm

          Aliya, You and me are on the same path for seeking the pathram to the ultimate gastronomical delight!!! No luck so far and I hope you will be visting Chennai pretty soon and coming back with 2 sets of Puttum Kutty 😛

          Ps: That maha paachakan Brat told me to use coconut shells to steam the puttu and it came out wokay 🙄

        • November 18, 2010 6:46 pm

          ahem it’s close to where you live? I should be extra cautious to not wear all these DP shoes when I shop from there :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

        • November 18, 2010 6:52 pm

          okays 😛 yeah, I have like a major puttu craving……. will need to get it when I visit india in april……………..

          ROFL at the second comment 😛 I actually live on evelyn ave…………

        • November 19, 2010 3:39 pm

          From Stalin Sivadas to Puttu maker vessel??? 😯 😛 🙄

        • November 20, 2010 8:24 am

          Guy, we get puttu makers here. Come here on holidaay and go back with as many puttum kutis you like 🙂

  3. Arvind Chandran permalink
    November 19, 2010 11:37 am

    hehe 🙂 Nice post aliya!
    Kollaliya kollu!
    OG: haha!

  4. November 19, 2010 3:41 pm

    Isnt Stalin Sivadas a Mammootty movie?? :mrgreen: 😛
    OG: stalin is………….
    Anyway … point in case being…you’d be surprised at how much ppl show their true colours once it comes to their own cases – preaching is another thing altogether! 😛
    OG: haha satyam!

  5. November 24, 2010 6:51 am

    Even though its more fodder to tease for you….its the reality out there….all the principles of those young ambitious days dont take ppl towards the shores of US of A, for nothing…..the principles get sunk in the ocean, while travelling. But its a strange reality na…how does he feel to be like this, when communism was what he breathed thru college ???
    OG: Well ums, I have no idea 😛 I just have fun teasing him and I leave it at that 😛 we dont talk about ideological stuff………….
    So, when are u coming to Chennai ???? I can get u guys the Puttu Pathram…. 😉 😛
    OG: in april and I can get it myself 😛 ROFL!!!!!

    BTW, OG, did u meet the shoe lady ???? She stays nearby, right ???? 😉 😉

    OG: nope, have not met her…………..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: