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Friday, March 29, 2019

The Walking Stick

Yohann Koder belonged to an elite family, who arrived from Baghdad a Hundred years earlier and settled in the small sea side town of Fort Cochin.
Along with his brothers they started and you might assume were pioneers in the ship chandelier business. A generation down the line, they were the recognized wealthy by the Administration.

Busy in counting his pennies, and ensuring his warehouses were always full, he

never had time for the niceties of this world. When a Death was announced in the neighbourhood, he sent for Das, his messenger, who promptly arrived at the funeral house, with Yohann's walking stick and hat in hand, to symbolize Yohann's presence.

Walking sticks are becoming a rarity these days. The kind our Grand Parents and those of their and earlier generations used when they went out, and on returning home, carefully placed in a chosen corner, or in their own special stands. Their users were not necessarily old or infirm. They just felt good having that appurtenance on them.


Initially it was understood, and later accepted by all that Yohann was busy, and could only be represented by his Hat and Walking Stick.


And then the day arrived, when Yohann breathed his last. His corpse was placed in the Town Hall for public viewing. His family gathered around him in shock, as the viewers began to arrive.


All who were associated with Yohann at some time in their lives, were represented, by their Das: all with a Walking Stick and Hat in hand.

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