PERUNTHACHAN
WAS A renowned
architect. He was famous for his skill in constructing temples, houses and
tanks. In olden days, huge temples and palatial houses used to be constructed
on a grand scale and the supervision of an efficient architect was considered
necessary for planning them and carrying out the work. Every stage of work was
done in his presence. There was a difference between the architects of those
days and today. They used to work with the labourers, eat with them and live
with them. Perunthachan too, whenever he took up a piece of work, lived with
the labourers and worked with them. The carpenters, masons and others were
happy to work with him.
One day the
people of a village approached him to dig a big temple-tank. In the past, every
temple had a big tank near it, in which the devotees took a dip before entering
the temple to offer prayers. A temple committee had been formed to look after
the construction of the tank and the job was entrusted to Perunthachan. He
started the work of digging the tank with the help of his assistants, but then
arose some difference of
opinion among the members of the committee. Some
wanted it in the shape of a square, others in a rectangular form, some in oval
shape and some others in the form of a circle. Perunthachan said, “All right, I
shall dig a tank which will satisfy you all.”
When the tank
was completed, strangely enough it had all the shapes, if seen from different
angles, and all were satisfied and they congratulated Perunthachan. But
Perunthachan's son, who always worked with him, raised a point. He said,
"Father, you've constructed this tank for the use of devotees who want to
bathe before going to the temple. Who will come to bathe in this tank when
there is a river before they reach the tank? People will always prefer to bathe
in the fresh water of a river rather than the stagnant water of a tank."
Perunthachan asked, "Are you mad my boy? The river is
far away and those who come to worship in the temple are staying on this bank
of the river." The son simply laughed and said, "The river is likely
to flow touching the temple tank, father." "That is impossible,"
answered Perunthachan. "The river is far away." "That does not
mean that it will not flow this side. The river can alter its course, or
someone can change its course." Perunthachan was furious. He didn't like
his son's reply. "Then do it!" he shouted.
The son took
up the challenge. He, no doubt, had learnt work from his father. But he had
improved upon his knowledge. He started thinking how best he could alter the
course of the river without his father ever knowing it. He slipped away in the
night and was at it until dawn. He chose a particular place from where he could
change the course of the river, and lo! It started flowing, almost touching the
temple tank. A person who wanted to come to the temple had to cross the river
first. The father was very much impressed by the ingenuity of the son, but at
the same time he felt that he had been outsmarted.
After a few
days, the villagers again wanted the help of Perunthachan; this time to
construct a bridge across the river, so that the people on the other side of the river
could easily come to the temple without the aid of a boat. He built a nice
bridge for them within record time. But just for the sake of some fun he
installed a doll on one side of the bridge. Whenever a person came from the
other side of the bridge, this doll would go down, fill its mouth with water,
come up to its former position and spit at the passer-by. And sometimes
Perunthachan would stand at a distance and enjoy the 'fun'.
One day his son was coming along the bridge. The doll emptied
a mouthful of water on his face. Perunthachan standing at a distance saw it and
was very much amused. The son laughed and went away. The very next day another
doll was seen at the other end of the bridge. This doll would go in front of
anyone who started crossing the bridge. When Perunthachan's doll dipped down to
fill its mouth with water and came up ready to spit at anyone, the second doll
would give it such a slap on its face that its face would turn and the person
walking along the bridge would go unscathed. Perunthachan saw the second doll
and he knew that it was a trick played on him by his son. He had to accept
defeat at his son's hands but he was happy that his son had excelled him.