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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Jolly, Molly and ….

 If you have Jolly and Molly as husband and wife, the quiz is what is the daughter’s name?”

The answer will be revealed at the end of this blog entry!

Dr. M. V. Kurien was known as Jollychayan to us. His wife was called by us as Mollykochamma. 

The old Syrian Christian marriage rules stated that you should not marry anyone who was closer than your ninth cousin. When my mother’s brother, Mr. K. M. Philip (Peelukuttychayan and also known as Pappa) wanted to marry his fourth cousin in the 1930s, special dispensation was required from the head of our church. His wife Chinnammakochamma, was the elder sister of Mollykochamma. 


Jollychayan with his wife’s brother-in-law Pappa at the wedding of my niece.

They had one more sister, Thangammakochamma, who married my father’s younger brother, John Matthan (Johnnyappapen), an engineer who worked as General Manager in Indian Railways and later was CEO of BHEL in Ramachandrapuram  in Hyderabad and retired as the CEO of the Integral coach Factory at Perambur, Madras..

All this still maintained the fourth cousin rule as no one was related to anyone who was closer than the church dictum. 

When my sister married Babu, the rule still held as although Babu was the cousin of Jollychayan, and there was close interaction between the families, the church dictum still held.  

Complicated way of saying that Dr. M. V. Kurien was close to us and one of our extended family!




Dr. Kurien was the person who, with a Gujarat politician, Tribhuvandas Patel and engineer Harichand Dalaya changed the face of milk production and distribution, first in Gujarat snd then around India with the Whose Revolution, also known as Operation Flood.

The way he did this is by reaching the farmers in Gujarat by testing the milk they brought to Anand and paying them in cash based on the quality of the milk. This put hard cash in the hands of the farmers. He then made sure the farmers got the best feed for their cattle ensuring the quality of the milk increased. He then took steps to raise the quality of the herd.

This led to the Gujarat Milk Cooperative becoming the best run in the country with the farmers getting their benefits directly with no middlemen.

His next stop was Bombay where we still got milk delivered at the doorstep. He set up the same model in an effort to move the cattle out of the city area and ensure the quality of the milk increased by setting up the diary in Worli. 

Those who were getting good quality milk and milk products from the Parsi Dairy situated in Marine Lines in Bombay, suddenly found milk booths at every other corner in Bombay where the sealed blue aluminium top striped bottles was available twice a day at a reasonable price with no adulteration.

I returned to India in September 1969 from my studies in England. My cousin’s wedding was in progress and as Mollykochamma was the aunt of my cousin getting married, 

I got to interact with Jollychayan almost immediately after landing in Bombay. 

I was fresh from seeing the milk distribution in Finlsnd using plastic bags. Bring a plastics technologist full of myself, I told Jollychayan of my experience and how it would be economically viable to distribute milk in these plastics satchels. He was at about the very start of his Operstion Flood program which started in 1970.

He was enthralled with the idea and asked me to give him a report on this as he was discussing alternate means of distributing milk as the recycling of glass bottles was very costjy and energy intensive.

Finland, however, discarded the plastics bags and moved to coated paper cartons which suited their paper industry base even though they were paying a royalty to an American company on every single carton produced. The Swedish company Tetrapak was also growing in this field.

Jollychayan was being bombarded with offers to set up these paper carton lines.

He however had other alternatives up his sleeve. He first choice went to setting up booths with refrigeration facilities manned by disabled veterans to dispense the milk. 

There were several problems as irregular electricity supply. Breakdown of refrigeration machines and insufficient qualified technicians to look after these units were other headaches to be considered.

By that time I had prepared my paper on Co-extruded plastics satchels for milk. As soon as that was ready he moved quickly to implement this in a couple of dairies including the Bangalore Dairy.

It was an enormous success and this became the approved means of milk distribution all overt urban India.

Jollychayan thanked me for this innovation. Although I may been the catalyst, it was the immense respect everyone in India held for Jollychayan that made this a success.



This biography by Dr. M. V. Kurien does not tell all this backstory as I had already left for Finland.

At the wedding if my sister’s daughter in Chennai in 2999, he drew me aside and talked at length to me about milk distribution and how he had had to face much opposition to implement the pladtics satchets as the lobby of paper cartons was very strong. He had held on for as long as possible but finally permitted that distribution mode to enter into India but only as a parallel to the plastics satchets.

Even in Finland, when I talked to the major milk distributor, Valio, they held Dr. Kurien (Jollychayan) in great awe.

I was fortunate to be there at the crucial time of the launch of Operation Flood.

No, you were all wrong. Jolly and Molly’s daughter was not named Dolly, but the beautiful name of Nirmala! :-)

Monday, September 04, 2023

Onam in Oulu 2023

 Annikki and I were absolutely delighted to take part in the 2023 Onam celebrations in Oulu in August this year.




When I sent this picture of the flower arrangement made by the ladies in Oulu to my cousin, Rajen Mammen Mathew, of Malayala Manorama, he commented that it was better than what was done in Kottayam.

Well done ladies.

I must thank Anand for sharing a short video of our Onam celebrations.




The video captures all the highlights and fun and games associated with the celebration. It is a group which has no chairperson, treasurer, secretary or Board members. The children all performed marvellously. The food was superb snd all the menfolk took the responsibility allowing the ladies a chance to enjoy the day. 

The group runs with respect, love and affection amongst all.

This group photo embodies the atmosphere within this group.



Thank you all for giving us this opportunity to be part of your group.

Annikki & Jacob


Sunday, December 06, 2009

Delhi hosts us

It was so great that the Delhi Cathedralites Alumni organised a special event so that Annikki and I could meet with them yesterday.

Two of us present were wearing the new Alumni tie - 49er Yezad and myself. Deepak has one, but he thought the event was informal, so did not wear it. After all, he organised it, so his strict definition of "smart casual" was tieless! :-)

The Cathedralite Delhi Chapter had so thoughtfully brought back a tie for his classmate, Jamshed, which was presented to him at the occasion by Yezad. I was so touched that Jamshed made it to the party.



Among those who attended included 49ers Jamshed Desai, Raj Bhandari and Yezad Kapadia (with wife Rati). 54er Rahul Bajaj, Savage House Captain and also a Stephanian, stayed back in New Delhi especially to be present at the occasion. Ravi Jaitly, another 54er attended with his wife Krishna. 55er Anil (Bobby) Bhalla was present. 56er Pradeep Anand was there. The 57ers present was Tony (Ashok) Jaitly, who is also a Stephanian, and Annelita (nee Uttamsingh) Thadani and her husband, Ravinder K Thadani (Baby). 58ers were represented by Maiti Sayal. 59ers included Harmo Rani Malik (née Uberoi) accompanied by her daughter, 82er Priya and Vijay Nayar, (and myself). 60ers were Dellinder Kohli and Jotsyna Singh (née Jaitly) accompanied by her husband, my Stephanian classmate, HE Ambassador Siddarth Singh, and the 64er present was Deepak Deshpande who organised the entire event with the help of his colleague, my fellow mallu from Alleppy, Joceylin. (Dellinder Kohli left early, so is missing from the photograph. Also missing in this picture is Deepak's lovely daughter, Pallavi, whom I got to talk to quite a bit about journalism. Pallavi took the group picture with our camera. Thanks!)

The food was simply superb and served scrumptiously. I had a bit too much of everything, especially the delicious sweeets.



The Delhi Alumni presented Annikki and me with a wonderful gift, "The Speaking Tree Collection" of the Times of India column in 4 Volumes plus an extra volume, entitled "Inspiration for the Soul".

It was so touching that they had chosen to honour us both in this fashion.

(I was also so happy that Deepak thoughtfully arranged it that all those who helped in running the event also got their share of the food.)

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Thanks to Shalu


Anand and me

Many thanks to Shalini, wife of Anand (son of the late George Matthan Sr.) and daughter of the late Dr. Nainan Varghese, for providing me with the name of her daughter-in-law (Kavita) and also correcting me that Pushpa's only son's name is Rohan George. Pushpa is the second daughter of Jacob Matthan Sr. (me being Jacob Matthan Jr., but not the son of Sr., only a nephew). The Dewan Bahadur Kuriyan Matthan page has been updated.

One small story about Shallu's late father, who was one of the most famous haemotologist that India has ever known. He met me at a party one evening in Madras where my parents were also present. We were all standing together and my dear mother was ranting about how much dessert I was consuming and that I would soon become a diabetic like my dad.

Dr. Nainan Varghese chipped in and told my mom that I would never become a diabetic!!

Coming from such a renowned expert, I was taken aback, as were both my mom and dad. He went on to explain that as both my mom and dad were considerably shorter than me, I am 6 foot 2 and half inches (191 cm) while both of them were below 5 foot 6 inches, the level of inherent growth hormone in my system would always keep me from becoming a diabetic as I had the natural anti-dote.

We all laughed, but he was deadly serious, as he had made this a serious study and was convinced that the immense volume of data he had collected had no exceptions till that date!!

And, in truth, I have been a borderline diabetic for many many years. I have never reduced my sugar intake, usually in the form of chocolates, biscuts, ice creams, barfi, sweet curd, and every other delicious form of sweetmeat that I can lay my hands on (my mouth just waters when I think of carrot halwa, jelebi, gulab jamuns or a tin of condensed milk), and I remain as such, a borderline diabetic. The moment I do some gym work, within two days my blood sugar will fall well below the borderline!!