"Fair" is not "Lovely"

Require bride within 20-22 yrs., 5’-2”, fair, pretty, good-looking, homely, minimum H.S./graduate. 

Require bride both EB/WB, caste no bar, fair, beautiful, minimum Madhyamik, homely/working bride

Rs. 30,000 P.M. Fair, handsome, modgulya, father rtd. principal govt. high school. Require bride, WB, homely, fair

Professionally qualified slim, beautiful, fair, match.

These are some random classifieds that i found on the internet. Somehow, we (Indians) tend to associate the term “Fair” with superlative degrees of beauty. Like “Fair&Lovely”, “Fair&Pretty”, “Fair&Beautiful”, etc. Sometimes it gets as absurd as even “Fair&Slim”. I would love to be Fair in that case, if i can easily pass for a slim chic! The worst of all the “Fair” beauty myth , the one which i have feared all my life, has already happened in India. Yes – Now guys have to be “Fair” & “Handsome”. Really?! Whatever happened to the “Tall, dark & handsome” hunks we drooled over!?

The situation is not as light as it seems. This myth, sown by our very own Brits, who managed to sow many such seeds in the very fragile Indian minds, has taken very deep roots  into our socio-cultural systems, and stands tall posing an unshakable image! This myth has grown into each and every mind of an Indian, so much, that when two people meet after a long time, “Hey how have you been all these years! You have gone dark? you look so dull, what happened?”, such conversations have become very common in every Indian household. So if a guy/girl becomes darker in complexion, means, he/she has ceased to be attractive anymore! Seems very ridiculous you might think. But wait! There is more –

“....The couple wanted a donor with ‘ very fair’ skin, but, since someone with such a special physical attribute was not available on Indian databases, the couple decided to look abroad for Caucasian or ‘white’ egg donors.” (a case in Mumbai which happened earlier this month)

Yes. It has reached this level already! I am dreading a situation in India when “Colour” is going to appear right next to the Age,Sex,Religion,Caste columns. It is already there; just that it is invisible for now. But it is just implied, like a silent letter in a word.

In 2009, there was huge outcry about the racial abuses the Indian students faced in Australia. The Indian media was all over the place reporting how the Australians, were racist maniacs! Well, Hello? Reality check – aren’t we doing the same, back home? In seeking a fair bride, a fair groom or even a fair donor!?

Thanks to the millions of money invested in fairness creams industries, Indian girls have managed to glue themselves strongly to this “fair” myth. So there are these fairness cream commercials, which shows a girl who is dark and low in confidence, and a failure in life, then comes the fairness cream to the rescue, and what a miracle! Life becomes so beautiful , the girl clears job interview, she becomes a pilot, gets the guy she wants, wins laurels for the nation, becomes CM, PM, and what not! Aren’t we supposed to be ashamed that we are caught up in such a messy web of illusion? Are we really that dumb, to think that “fairness” of skin makes you a successful person? Truth is, we are. Why else would the market for fairness creams in India touch nearly 2000 crores? And now with more “fair & handsome” guys, I am pretty sure, this figure will just keep rising.

It is “higher” than high-time, we wake up and come out of this “fair’ myth. Honestly, i don’t see that happening in the next hundred years, atleast. But we always have believed in change. So we shall continue to do so.

“Fairness” of skin is just pigmentation. People in India are darker than people in America, is just for the scientific reason that we are located closer to the equator, and our skin cells are designed to reflect UV radiation better, hence darker. So next time, somebody “sympathises” with you for not being born “fair”, tell them you reflect much better UV radiation than them!

Look beyond the pigmentation, at the bigger picture, and yes, Fair is not lovely. I want to end this post with a Tamil poem written by the legendary poet, Subramaniya Bharathiyar.
(Mind you, he wrote this poem in early 1900s)

Vellai  nirathoru poonai-engal

Veetil valaruthu kander!

Pillaigal petrathap punai -avai

Peruk korunira magum!

Sambal niramoru kutti - karunj

Sandhu niramoru kutti!

Pambin niramoru kutti-vellaip

Palin niramoru kutti!

EndaNiramirunthalum-avai

Yavum orethara mandro?

Intha Niramsiri dhendrum - idhu

Eatramen runcholla lamo?

- Put an end to racism, it begins at home, in your mirror! 

My weight loss "tamasha"

So, officially even i have caved in to the pressure of having to look “slim and sexy”. I have to make a note here though, that i strived hard till my last breath! Well, the peer pressure mounted on and got the better of me.

It was my second week in the gym, and i was being introduced to “weights”. Being a first-timer at the gym (or to any physical exercise for that matter), i was very curious to try all those weird looking weight equipment.

I saw people with a very stern look on their faces (reminded me of a villain from a tamil movie), operating the leg press machines, the cross-trainers, shoulder press equipment etc (just showing off all the new names i learnt). I also saw people running fiercely on the treadmill, very fast that i was scared they might slide backwards and fly away.  It was a little intimidating in the beginning, but later, i had gotten used to it. I was very excited to start the weights session, as i felt like i was moving to the next level, feeling like a pro already!

I was given a brief introduction by my trainer about how important weights exercises are and how it strengthens our upper body and makes our muscles strong. I was feeling very pumped up. There were two other girls with me who were “senior members” of the gym, and were obviously giving me looks which meant “Oh..You poor little beginner”

I shrugged off those looks and concentrated on the dumbbells.

“So you can begin with 1KG for the start and do shoulder shrugging”, my trainer instructed.

I lifted the 1 KG dumbbell. I felt it wasn’t very heavy. My face brightened, which caught the attention of my trainer.

“If it is not too heavy, you can begin with 2KG also”, she suggested.

Should have been a little subtle with the expression, i thought. Anyway i decided to face the challenge and lifted the 2KG dumbbell. I never thought 2KG was this heavy. My face showed the exact expression and my trainer seemed very happy now. I was crying inside and started with my “shoulder shrugging” with these HEAVY 2KGs in both my hands.  I never feel this heavy when i put on extra 2kgs of body fat, but this seems very heavy, so not fair!

I looked at myself in the mirror, a lump of fat with a dead expression on the face. I hate gym, i thought to myself.

“I can actually feel my biceps stronger after doing all these weights exercises”

“Oh yes, you know the whole point of doing this is to make your body stronger”

“See, now i even feel my stamina has increased..the other day i climbed up two floors and i did not pant that much”

“I knowww! I felt the sameee”

The two girls were showing off how strong they both have become. It was getting on my nerves. I decided to take a break as my shoulders started aching. I went to the water purifier to have some water and found the inverted water can above the purifier was empty. I called for the maintenance lady who was cleaning the lockers and asked her to refill the can. While i was waiting for her, i saw how all the other girls were lifting weights, and struggling hard to keep them fit and strong. They were sweating profusely; well you had to make each rupee of the membership fee worth, right? 

As i stood there watching them, in front of me was the maintenance lady lifting a 25litre(25kgs) water can at ease, lifting with both hands, and turned it upside down over the purifier with such grace and elegance without showing any signs of strain on her face!

“There you go” she said.

I smiled at her and looked back at my 2KGs. I felt like an idiot.

What's up, God?

Chapter-1

"Finally the old guy is off.. man 30 years of seat rubbin' ..we should change that chair!" Deva chuckled.

"Dev! stop it ..atleast on his final day"  Riyaz punched him , still laughing along. 

They had all gathered for the 4pm tea break and were discussing about how Mr.Murthy has finally retired, probably the first time people were talking about him in years. For most of them he usually never existed in the office or was, well just a pain. 

It was a small crowd of about 10-15 young working professionals discussing about work,how bad the tea was , complaining about the weather or about how other companies offered huge pay.

"I think we should do something for Mr.Murthy, err.. like a farewell gift" , a small voice whispered from the crowd. As usual not many heads turned around . It was Adhi. Just when he was about to clear his throat and start again , a louder voice in the crowd spoke:

"Guys i think we should do something for the old chap.. why don't we give him a send off gift" Deva almost declared trying to sound as genuine as possible.

There was a momentary silence and then there were "oohs" and "aahs" and finally somebody said:

"Wow Dev, none of us really thought about that.. It is a great idea!" 

"Ya we should"

"Ya let's do it"

"Dev, man didn’t expect that coming from you.. Very nice gesture"

Deva stood there with a beaming smile on his face which seemed a little devilish only in the eyes of Adhi. He got up from the chair and walked out of the cafeteria while his co workers were busy finalising the budget and the gift they were going to buy. 

“Weren’t you the one who suggested about the gift in the first place?” 

“Ya”

“Why didn’t you say it out loud? Now everyone thinks it is Deva’s plan” , Riyaz walked faster from behind to catch up with Adhi.

“Forget that. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? i’ve got some movies to watch”

“You will always be the same , fine will catch you tonight”

This is Adhi for you folks. Timid, reserved, introvert, or any other words that describe “non existence” would best suit him. His parents have a strong faith that Adhi, their son will most definitely end up as a nobody in life. Probably the most pessimistic person you would ever come across in your life. Maybe, the number of “you are good for nothing” dialogues made him so. But in short, Adhi is a failure. That is what he thinks of himself and that is how he thinks the world sees him too. We cannot blame him though, for that. 

He feels it is a miracle that he somehow managed to find a decent job and a friend in Riyaz. Otherwise he would have ended his own life long back, he kept telling Riyaz. 

But one event changed his life and made him look at himself as a totally different person. NO. He did not fall in love and the girl did not change his life. This is not a Tamil movie.

Chapter-2

Every single day, Adhi wakes up at exactly 7:10 AM and gets out of his house by 8:20AM. He has two idlis, one sambar vada and a coffee in the mess downstairs and boards his usual bus at exactly 8:45AM. His menu remains unchanged except during weekends when he feels it is ok to try something “different”, maybe Dosa!

Adhi walks ten minutes from his bus stop to his office, during which he listens to exactly two songs. On the way he always avoids the platform, for the simple fact that one part of the platform is uncovered, which scares the life out of him imagining himself falling into the underground drainage.

He reaches office at 9:30AM , his work never starts without the five minute conversation he has with Riyaz every day. He smiles at Mr.Murthy, on the way to his desk, and then switches his computer on. He never gazes away from the monitor until lunch time at 12:30PM. He finishes a quite lunch with Riyaz in the office cafeteria in about 30 minutes and goes back to work, while Riyaz joins other colleagues for sutta. After the 4pm tea break, Adhi leaves home at 7PM, reaches home by 9PM.Well, you know, traffic. He has dinner at the same mess and goes to bed by 10:30PM.

This is Adhi’s comfort zone, and he would dare not to come out of it. He doesn’t have any visitors except Riyaz ofcourse. He passes every single day the same way. He has been living away from home for almost 5 years now. Initially, as part of this monotonous routine, there was one more activity which occupied five minutes of Adhi’s time-table in the morning. Praying.

At one point of time, he realised it was becoming more like a routine and he actually did not mean what he was doing. “I don’t even have faith in me, why God” , Adhi decided. So then onwards, Adhi’s so called “faith” in probably the only thing that he had since childhood, also disappeared. Adhi thus became a non-believer, of everything, including himself.

Because of this, whenever he gets confronted with a difficult task at work, he immediately rejects it voluntarily declaring himself as “incapable”. He had missed quite a lot of opportunities at work. He can never approach a girl and talk to her, as he had to step out of his comfort zone for that. Not only at work , any issue he faces in life, he prefers running away or hiding rather than confronting it, as he found it more easier this way, as anyway people have declared him “unfit” for anything , he did not see the point in trying to prove them wrong. As simple as that.

So our Adhi has decided to spend his Friday night with Riyaz , to watch some movies.

“So what have you got?” Riyaz asked opening Adhi’s laptop.

“Want to watch Sherlock Holmes?”

“Again? Fine then we have to watch MI series after that”

“Ok.”

They started watching Sherlock Holmes. They were mostly silent, as Adhi is not a chit-chatter.

“You think I look like Jude Law?” Riyaz broke the ice.

“What? NO!” 

“Come on. Just look at me in this angle, i have the same jaw, see” Riyaz was tilting his face in weird angles.

Adhi was laughing. “No , No and No”

“No get me a mirror , i want to see, comeon.. wait”

Adhi’s phone started ringing. It was his Dad. Adhi’s face changed from a smile to a frown immediately, as his parents hardly call him.

“I hope nothing is wrong” he said and answered his call.

“hello”

“I gave you one single work Adhi. Just one small work. And you couldn’t do that? What were you thinking Adhi?!”

His Dad started screaming at the top of his voice.

Chapter-3

Riyaz watched intently with concern, as Adhi’s face expression remained unchanged. He could almost hear Adhi’s dad screaming at the other end. After almost 7:25 minutes of eerie silence, Adhi hung up.

“So?”
“I messed up. Again.” Adhi said with his head down.
“What was it this time?”
“He had called a week ago to book tickets for my sister, i had to do an online reservation of the train ticket for her”
“And.. ?”
“I entered the wrong date of journey, and she had to pay a fine”
“That’s it?! It happens to everyone.. Such a common mistake.. Why is your Dad making a big deal out of this? I could imagine his face popping out of your mobile and biting your ears!”
“You are right. It happens to everyone, but not all the time. It is a big deal when this happens to me ‘coz things like these keep happening to me all the time. I live with it.”
“Adhi..We all live with it..It’s ok”
“You won’t understand.. I’ll hit the bed”

Riyaz gave up on Adhi and started with his movie again. Adhi was lying on his bed with his eyes shut tightly, feeling the tighter he shuts his eyes, the faster he would go to sleep. But it didn't seem to be working. He just couldn’t sleep.

I can’t even book a train ticket. A school kid would do that. He kept thinking what went wrong. The more he thought about it, the more dejected he became. Everything about his life seemed wrong. After a struggle between the different voices in his head, he finally fell asleep at 6AM.

He woke up when the hot sun almost burnt his skin. It was 12PM. Riyaz had left. He got up and went down to the mess to have tea.

“No breakfast?” the mess guy asked.
Adhi didn’t bother replying to that question thinking what difference was that going to make to him anyway.
“tea”

He sat on the stone below the tree and started thinking about last night. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. Am I that bad? Really?  He kept thinking about what he wanted to do in life. He couldn’t come up with an answer. Just when he was deeply engrossed in his thoughts, something hit hard on his leg. He winced with pain. He looked down and found a cricket ball.

“uncle ball please?” , a kid came running.

Adhi was biting his teeth and with full force threw the ball away, not wanting to hand over the ball to the kid. Just when he was about to take his tea glass, there was a loud cry from little further ahead. The ball had landed right on some kid’s nose.

Shit. No not now please. Adhi got up so quickly and wanted to run upstairs to his room. The kid who had come for the ball was too sharp and he started shouting
“It was this uncle!! It was this uncle!! here..come here..!!”

Adhi was cornered. A kid with a bleeding nose and his mom were staring right into his face.

“It was a mistake.. I’m really sorry” Adhi tried explaining. Looked like the mom wasn't ready to listen and this already attracted a small crowd. After almost an hour of pacifying the kid and the mom(who managed to demand 500 rupees for “medical expenses” for the kid), Adhi finally went back to his room.

He was exhausted and humiliated.  He wanted to shut himself off from everything. Run away from everything. That is what he is used to doing. Yes that is what he will do. Run away. At least for some time. He locked his house and started walking as far as he could. He kept walking even when his legs hurt really bad. He walked through mud roads, small huts and he kept walking. He was sweating and he felt really weak, it was too hot. His body was too tired to let his mind do any thinking. He would have almost walked for two hours when he decided he could no more do this.

He reached a place which looked like a no man’s land. It was deserted. There were no stray dogs or birds even. Some thorny plants and few palm trees. He felt like his head was going to split; he dragged himself to the smallest patch of shade below the tree and fell down on his face. He was not sure for how long he stayed like that. After what seemed like almost an eternity, Adhi slowly opened his eyes to find that the sun has now been covered with grey clouds. It was getting windy and darker. He just wished he could stay like this forever and not getting back to his real miserable life.

He got up on his knees at first and slowly stood on both legs. His shirt was dirty and he was a total mess. Just when he was about to leave, he heard a weird noise. At first, he couldn't hear properly as all his senses were temporarily numb. He heard the voice again. This time he was sure he wasn't hallucinating. He quickly came to his senses, and started walking towards the direction of the voice. It sounded like a woman crying out loud in pain. Adhi was terrified. He decided to turn back and run towards home. After running few meters, the voice became louder. He felt he needed to stop and at least go and have a look. What if somebody is hurt and needs help.

He gathered all his might and courage and started walking swiftly towards the direction. The voice became clearer. It was a woman who was crying out loud, it was more like pleading. What if there is an attacker? Adhi suddenly stopped. He hesitated for a moment, but still continued to walk, cautiously. There were few thorny bushes and the voice was coming from behind that. He cleared the thorny bushes and came to a clearing and Adhi saw a sight in front of his eyes which he had never before seen in his life.

In front of Adhi was a woman who was in her forties, kneeling down on the ground, her head bowed and her hands above her head. Her dress was torn and dirty like Adhi’s. He looked around quickly and found that there was nobody else in that place except him and this weird woman. What is she doing here? He took few steps closer to her. The movements made her alert and she quickly looked up to Adhi. For the first time he saw her face. She looked tired, her eyes were red , her cheeks were wet with her tears, her hair was shabby and there was a huge bindi which occupied most part of her forehead. Her expression when she looked up to Adhi was fear at first, Adhi wanted to somehow convey her that he was not going to hurt her.

But all of a sudden, the woman’s face expression changed from that of fear to a broad smile. Actually more than a smile. It was much like a delight or ecstasy. Adhi was confused. She seemed very happy now. She was crying again. Out of happiness this time.All this was happening too fast and didn’t make any sense to Adhi. He stood there staring at this woman, when she raised both her hands and joined them together and looked at Adhi with gratitude.

Chapter-4

The strange woman in picture now is Ponamma. Let us see how she got here to this place. But before that, we need to know a little about Ponamma.

Ponamma reminds you of one of those ladies you would meet on the road side selling flowers, or in the market selling vegetables, or in your own house as a maid. Well , we have never really bothered to look beyond this description of their life style. The life style of a person who falls under the “economically weaker section”.Ponamma’s dad passed away when she was 8 years old and was brought up by her mother who managed to give her and her brother food three times a day. Her mom worked as a maid, sold vegetables and did every possible work to keep her children happy.

Ponamma never realised the absence of a father figure in her life, as her mother made sure their children met him every day. According to her, the father of their children was God, himself. Lord Siva. The children also believed blindly what their mother has told them. Ponamma, more than her brother. She always believed Siva, was her actual father, and he will take care of her like his own daughter.

Her mother passed away few months after Ponamma was married, due to illness. A year later her brother also met with an accident. As miserable her life was turning out to be, her husband also left her and married another girl. There she was, left only with the strength in her mind and body to take care of her 3 year old girl and of course, her father Siva.

She worked like her mom, tirelessly, as a maid in three houses and did basket weaving every day. She sold flowers in the evening in the Siva temple near her house. She just made enough earning to support herself and her child.

Every single day, Ponamma wakes up at 5:30 AM. She visits the temple at 6:30AM and offers whatever breakfast she has made that day, to her father, the Lord. Her day begins with this humble offering. She starts her work at 7:00AM and goes on till 12:00PM. She comes back home, makes lunch and starts weaving baskets. She makes her kid to sleep during that time. At 5:00PM, a person comes to collect whatever little weaving work she had completed for the day and gives her a wage for that. She goes to the temple to meet her father again at 5:30PM and offers him a “evening snack”. From 6:00PM – 9:00PM she sits outside the temple, selling flowers to the devotees.

Ponamma fasts three days a week, performs the ritual of being silent for 10 hours on Fridays. She does all this for her father, she says. Any problem that arises in life, her only reaction to it will be “My father will take care of it”, with a smiling face. She somehow managed to solve all her problems in life till now, with the will of her heart, but not without the support of her father, according to her.

Even when she was stranded alone in life, when her husband left her, she kept going because of the faith that her father, was there to protect her and her child and no evil can ever near them. She had big dreams about her daughter, that one day she will become a world famous leader, and say proudly in a TV interview that “This is my mother, Ponamma, who made me who i am”. She kept having those dreams, often.

Until one day, her dreams were shattered. Her daughter fell ill. She wouldn’t get up or play like she used to do. She kept lying down and looked pale and tired. Ponamma’s neighbours were terrified, they have never seen the happy kid like that. They immediately suggested her to take the kid to the hospital. But Ponamma showed no signs of worry. “My father will take care, i don’t understand why you people worry so much”

Some of them took offence for that, in fact. “it is her kid, let her do what she wants! Is it not common sense to consult a doctor? She thinks her “father” will come alive from the idol and heal her kid? Is she mad?”

Ponamma never gave up. She kept continuing her daily routine. Her daughter’s condition was however worsening day by day. Every day she noticed the changes in her daughter’s face and kept telling herself that it will be fine and her father is yet to perform his miracle. He will. He surely will. Like he has done before. Like how he has always been there for me.

Two weeks almost got over and Ponamma could almost see her kid’s bones now. Her daughter refused to eat anything. Her well-wishers tried explaining the situation and tried to bring some sense into her, but all in vain. Ponamma showed signs of worry, but still she was confident that he will come to protect them. She went to bed that night, praying to her father that it will all be fine tomorrow.

The next morning, was a Saturday. Nothing had changed. Ponamma saw her child dying in front of her own eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She needed help. Why is her father not listening? She quickly carried her child in both hands and ran to the temple. She put the child in front of the sacred Linga and started pleading.

“Where are you father? You have always been there for me.. Where are you when i need you the most? Can’t you see my child is dying.. I know you will come for us. You are just late this time. But you cannot afford to delay more. Look at her. She looks pale. Can you see?”

“Of course he can’t.. It is just a stone Ponamma” , one of the voices spoke from the small crowd which gathered to witness this scene, which they would otherwise see only in movies.

She became furious. “He is my father! He is not a stone and he has lived with us all these years!”

“See nobody believes you, but I do.. You know i do.. Please come and tell them they are wrong” Ponamma started crying. One of the old ladies walked up to her with concern and spoke to her softly “Ponamma, please don’t waste any more time. We all admire your strong faith that you have for the Lord, but faith alone doesn’t help, we have to act. Please take your child to the hospital”

“No! you are all fools.. i’m shocked at all you people that after coming here every single day..not one of you can believe that this man is alive and will come to help you” Ponamma was literally shouting.

“No. you are a fool Ponamma. This is not a man, this is God. This is in fact just an idol. It cannot come to life. It must be hard for you to accept the bitter truth but that is not the problem, please take your child to hospital immediately.”

“Shame on you people, i can prove it right now that he will come alive in front of my eyes”

“Really? Prove it”

“Father! Are you listening to this? I know you don’t have to prove your love for me in front of these idiots. But nobody is willing to accept that my faith is real. I’m battling alone father, please come and tell them on their face..Om Nama sivaya..” Ponamma kept on pleading, reciting slogans. One or two people started walking away. Few others kept looking on hoping not to miss witnessing a miracle, if something like that actually happens!

After almost an hour, Ponamma got up swiftly as if some new energy came through her body. She started running, very fast. Nobody dared to follow her. She kept running like a maniac, but she was sure where she was going. She decided to go to the loneliest place in the neighbourhood, which was free from all earthly humans and their activities. She ran for almost four kilometres; surprising how that much energy came to her all of a sudden. She found the exact place where she wanted to go. The vast barren land, devoid of humans. Nobody ever comes to this place, since she was a kid. She fell on the ground and started crying.

“I ran away from all of them. They don’t trust me or you father.. Siva.. Please come and save your child.. I know you will come for me. You did not want to come in front of those idiots who called you a stone! It is just me now.. Please come and tell me what i should do to save my child.. please..” she cried, she shouted, she was down on her knees and was pleading with her every single breath. It was getting windy and darker. Ponamma was exhausted and put her head on the ground. Not for a minute did she think that she should go back. Just then, she heard sounds of footsteps.

Ponamma feared it must be a wild animal and looked up. But , in front of her was a tall lean young man, who was looking down at her with concern.

I knew it. I know you will come for me. Ponamma was over joyed. She raised both her hands and joined them together and looked at the man with gratitude and said,

“Om nama sivaya.. Thank you father for coming back to your daughter”, and then she fell on his feet. 

Chapter - 5

Did she just call me her “father”?! What the hell is happening with my life? I can’t even book a railway ticket and now i have a 40 year old daughter?!  Adhi stood there clueless watching over Ponamma, who didn’t show any sign of movement. He knelt down beside her.

“hello?” , there was no response.
“uh.. hmm.. Ma’am? Are you ok?”

She wasn’t moving. Adhi realised she was unconscious. He had no idea what he should do. Any nearby house was atleast few kilometers away from that deserted area. He looked around furiously hoping he would find some help. But the place was absolutely lonely. Adhi had just one choice left. He had to carry her and then walk to the nearest source of help.

With the little energy left in him, he carried Ponamma on his shoulders and started walking. He walked in the direction he guessed would be the shortest route. He stopped to take breaks in between, but he kept walking. His guess was right, after walking several minutes he was able to see small lights in the distance. He started running now, he wanted to reach there as fast as possible and get this over with. Someone he felt, he had to make sure this woman was safe.

He reached a place which looked like a small slum area. There were many people on the street, it looked like a small gathering. Adhi approached a woman who was the nearest, and said 

“This woman is unconscious, need your help, please”

“Oh my god!! It is Ponamma”, the lady screamed.

“Oh.. ok.. listen i don’t know who she is but she needs..” Adhi tried talking again.

“Here she is! Ponamma is here..come fast!”, the lady was calling out to everyone.

Adhi, looked as the people who had gathered in the street, started running towards them. What is happening here? Am i going to get beaten up by this crowd? Will they even believe me that i haven’t done anything wrong?

But the crowd was more interested in Ponamma.There were two elderly women who took Ponamma from Adhi. He was so relieved. He felt as if a huge burden was off his shoulders, literally!

“Thank you, my child, we will take care of her” , one of the ladies said.

Adhi slowly turned back and started walking away. I should get away from this place as soon as possible. What a day it has been.  Adhi was just leaving, when he heard voices in the crowd behind his back.

“She should have just listened to us, now we have to take both her and the kid to the hospital”
“It is her own fault..now who will pay for all the medical expenses..and who will take of her child”
“I was telling her from morning to take her child to the hospital, she called me a fool and ran like a maniac in search of her ‘GOD’..now look what happened”

Adhi stopped walking. Something wasn’t right. The woman was unconscious, but there was some other bigger problem. He was concerned about the fact that none of those people were worried about her state of health. Adhi didn’t have the heart to just leave in that situation. He turned around and went back to the crowd.

Adhi went to one of those old women who was holding Ponamma.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with her child? She needs to be taken to the hospital immediately. Why is nobody doing that?”
“would you help her? because, clearly none of these people here look like they are going to” said the lady.

Adhi immediately agreed and with the help of the other two women, helped Ponamma and her child to get to a nearby hospital. On the way, the old woman kept telling how Ponamma was such a nice person and how she had managed to take care of her kid all alone. Adhi kept listening, without uttering a single word. He paid all the medical expenses,bills and hospital room rents. For the first time in his life, he was spending a considerable part of the money he had been saving all these years.

Adhi felt his job was done. He was about to leave when he turned and asked the old lady,

“can i ask you something?”
“yes, son”
“when i saw her.. i mean Ponamma.. she called me “father”.. why do you think she said that? I’m just curious”
“hahaahaa.. Ponamma lost her father at a very early age.. So she believes the almighty god Siva, is her father”
“then why did she call me that?”
“because she wanted to prove all this people that one day God will come alive and help her, and that is when she ran to that barren land to find God and she found you!”
“so, she thinks i am, uh.. GOD!?”
“hahaa..yes my son.. but don’t worry about that.. She is a very emotional person and she was very disturbed at that time.. Thanks to your help..now she is getting medical help..She will be fine soon”
“Ok..I have to go now, this is my contact detail..If they need more help, feel free to contact me”
“God bless you my child”

After a tiring journey, Adhi finally reached home. He found Riyaz standing in front of the mess, waiting for him.

“where the hell have you been?! I’ve been trying to reach you the whole day and why do you look like THAT?!” Riyaz started yelling.
“I’ll explain.. i need to eat first” Adhi was exhausted.

Adhi narrated the entire day’s events to Riyaz over dinner and how he met Ponamma.

“hahaa..shit! this is crazy man! so what? this woman thinks you are “GOD” ?”
“Riyaz.. she was just emotional and upset over her child’s ill health.. besides i’m sure she won’t even remember what happened, tomorrow”
“But you know what? As crazy as it may sound, somehow i feel God actually sent you to do this”

“Oh shut up Riyaz.. you know i don’t believe in all that crap.. There is no God, okay? There is no destiny or fate or supernatural power.. It is all loads of bull shit that man has managed to cook up all these years”
“We’ve heard this conversation so many times and i’m really not in the mood Adhi”
“So am i, Riyaz”
“Alright then, I’ll take off.. Catch some sleep.. you look like you will drop dead anytime..See you”
“Thanks .. bye”

Adhi came up to his room, took a long shower and fell on his bed. He thought about all that happened today. He was very sleepy. There were faint images of a kid with bleeding nose, a cricket ball, his dad’s angry face, a speeding train and inside the train near the window was the old lady who helped Ponamma and then there came an image of Ponamma herself with praying hands and then it was all dark. Adhi fell asleep.

He was startled by the sound of his door bell. He checked his mobile. It was 6:30AM.
6:30 AM? On a Sunday? who would wake up so early? He got up very irritated and with half opened eyes, opened his door.

At his door step, stood Ponamma, smiling, with a lamp on one hand and a box on the other. Adhi was confused if it was the continuation of his dream. He quickly rubbed his eyes and saw clearly. No it is not a dream. It IS her. What is she doing at this time of the day? She looks perfectly normal now!

“Good morning! I’ve got you breakfast” Ponamma sounded very energetic.
“uh.. how are you now? your child?”
“how do you think we will be? you saved us with your own hands..we are perfectly normal and the doctor said i can take my kid home in two days.. now go inside..”

Ponamma almost pushed Adhi aside and entered his house. She kept her things aside and took a chair and placed it in the centre of the room, after taking a while to decide on the orientation.

“Sit”
“what are you doing?”
“Just what i do everyday” Ponamma smiled and made Adhi sit on the chair.

Adhi was a little bit intimidated by what Ponamma was doing, so he decided to keep silent. She lit the lamp and kept the box nearby and started chanting slogans.

Am i dreaming? Is this really happening? Who is this crazy woman? What have i gotten myself into? I’m scared to even talk to this woman. Adhi sat still and waited patiently for Ponamma to finish reciting all her prayers.

“....Om nama sivaya...” Ponamma opened her eyes and smiled at Adhi.
“Listen..if you want more money i will..”
“What?! Who told you that? who corrupted your mind? that old lady told you i needed money didn’t she? don’t you ever listen to her.. I have enough money saved for me and my child.. All i want is you to be there for us..like now.. that is all father”
“uh.. i’m not..”
“You have the breakfast.. i will see you in the evening..” Ponamma smiled and left the house.

Evening?! She is going to come again? Oh no. She doesn’t even want money. What am i going to do now. Adhi took his mobile and called Riyaz. He didn’t pick up. He won’t get up until 10 today.

He kept pacing the length and breadth of his small room. After a while, he was hungry and opened the box Ponamma had brought. There were Idlis and neatly packed in smaller boxes were two types of chutneys. It smelt wonderful. He quickly opened the box and started eating. It tasted heavenly. After finishing breakfast, Adhi’s mind started thinking again.

 Ok, I am dealing with a very emotional woman here. She thinks I am GOD. Me! Out of all the people in this world. I don’t even believe myself, but somebody thinks I am God and I can protect them? This is crazy.Scary, actually.I think I will give her some time to get over this. And then, i will try and explain her, but how? I have to figure out a way to get out of this. 

Chapter-6

Adhi was waiting downstairs near the mess for Riyaz.

“Heyyyy..! what’s up GOD?” Riyaz laughed.
“Very funny, Riyaz. I have to talk to you, come”

They ordered lunch and sat on the bench.
“she came to my house”
“what? that woman?!”
“yes, and she worshipped me”
Riyaz spat out the water he was drinking.
“what nonsense! you mean that woman still thinks you are God?”
“ya! what should i do Riyaz? She chants prayers and gives me offering and all that. I’m scared”
“wow.. who would have thought my useless friend would become God one day! Proud of you buddy” Riyaz chuckled.
“Riyaz..stop making fun..I’m serious..this woman really thinks I’m God and she said she’s going to come back in the evening..I can’t do it alone ..please you have to be there when she comes”
“you bet i am.. i don’t want to miss that scene”
“please don’t make fun of her when she comes, she is really emotional. Don’t even make fun of me, she might get offended..Just be there ..”
“what! now i can’t make fun of my own friend? Don’t show your “Godly” attitude on me!”
“Please..”
“Ok ok. What time is she coming?”

It was 5:10pm. Adhi and Riyaz were waiting for the arrival of Ponamma. Riyaz was very excited as he was going to see his friend’s “devotee”.  Exactly at 5:30pm, the door bell rang. Adhi got up anxiously and looked at Riyaz, “Please i beg you don’t make fun of anything..just stay quietly in that corner”
Riyaz just signalled in reply with his finger on his lips.

Adhi opened the door, and Ponamma stood there with a beaming smile. The morning ritual continued, this time she was saying some different prayers, Adhi observed. Ponamma didn’t even notice that Riyaz was sitting in the corner of the room. She was very busy “praying”. While leaving asusual, she pointed at the box and said, “don’t forget to have your snack. My kid is coming back home tomorrow. Thank you father for that all you have given us. Please continue to be our strength Oh Almighty! I will see you in the morning”

Adhi shut his door and looked at Riyaz.
“See?!”
“You were right. Ok this is beyond what i had imagined Adhi. This is serious. I was observing her face throughout the entire process hoping to notice atleast a tiny hint that she was faking it, but she seemed very genuine”
“I know she is not faking it Riyaz. I told you, I offered her money , she didn’t want it. What do you think i should do?”
“I’m confused”

Adhi and Riyaz sat down thinking and munching the hot vada’s Ponamma had brought.
“ I have to tell her at some point you know. But she will be heartbroken. She trusts me blindly”
“Hey relax! She is not your girl friend..wow this tastes heavenly”
“Riyaz..i can’t play with somebody’s belief and faith..it is so wrong”
“you are like a new hope now to her Adhi.. so give her some time”
“yeah.. you are right.. I will wait give her sometime and then one fine day, i will try and make her explain.”

So, the morning and evening rituals continued for few days. Adhi spoke to his team leader and changed his shift so that he can be at home in the evening when Ponamma comes home. His entire routine was gambled. He ate whatever breakfast Ponamma brought for him , came back home early and went to bed early. His whole life seemed very new and different and also weird. He felt like he had a dual personality. A loser to the world and God at home. Adhi laughed at himself thinking about this. But how was he to himself? Adhi never thought about that part.

Ponamma blindly trusted Adhi as her God, the father figure. She told him everything, all her happy moments of the day, her worries about of life, about what her kid learnt to do that day and everything. Adhi just kept listening to whatever she said, but each time he was amused how this lady always managed to put up that smile every morning even though her life was not that comfortable as Adhi’s.

This went on for almost two weeks. Adhi was actually getting comfortable with his new routine. He really liked having an early start to his day. Somehow, he felt he was performing really well at work too. He was starting to sense some change in himself.

“I’m going to tell her tomorrow” Adhi told Riyaz during lunch.
“Really? Are you well prepared..What if she starts crying and makes a huge scene?”
“She won’t . Tomorrow is Friday. She won’t speak for ten hours. So i will just tell whatever i have to and not worry about what she has to say, ‘coz she won’t!”
“That’s rude , but brilliant!”
“Thank you thank you.. I’m going to meet her personally at home and tell her”
“Ok all the best”

So, the next day Adhi left from work early and reached Ponamma’s place. He knew that her house was right in front of the temple, but he hadn’t seen it. He enquired about the temple and reached Ponamma’s house. It was mostly as he had expected a very low, and a tiled roof house. Ponamma was sitting outside, weaving baskets. She looked at Adhi and got up immediately with excitement. He could tell that, his visit was a pleasant surprise for her. She looked like she wanted to speak a lot, but she couldn’t as it was Friday. She signalled Adhi to come inside.

Adhi had to stoop very low to enter the door which was at a very low height. He saw her kid sleeping in one corner. Her daughter looked very pretty and her face was filled with such peacefulness. It was a very small room, a kitchen and a toilet. That was all. This is where Ponamma comes from. He was quickly scanning the room, when a picture on the wall made his eyes pop out.

It was a photo of Adhi himself, smiling, hanging on the wall. The photo was decorated with flowers, sandal and incense sticks. What the hell. She worships me at home too?!  He looked at Ponamma. She just smiled.

“Sit.. I need to talk to you.” She immediately obeyed, with a curious look on her face, like a child.

“Ponamma.. I am not what you think. I am not God, or your father. See, i know all your life you have been told that God is your father and so you believe that.. But you know what i have been told all my life? that i am a loser.. that i cannot do even the smallest work properly.. Ponamma i’m just a common man. In fact, i am actually less than a common man.. I don’t even have faith in myself.. I don’t trust my own abilities.. My parents hate me.. I cannot even book a railway ticket.. And here you are, suddenly storming into my life saying i am God! please try to understand.. Personally, i do not have any kind of religious beliefs.. i do respect your faith a lot.. Please don’t get me wrong.. It is not wrong that you have such a strong faith ..but not on the wrong person.. You are a very strong woman, i admire you.. I hope you understand.. I don’t even know to ride a bike..the whole world looks at me as a loser.. So please stop all this that you are doing.. I assure you though, whenever you need any other help, i mean financially, i will always be glad to help you out.. Sorry if i had hurt your sentiments.. Please stop coming home”

Adhi said all this in one go without a pause. He got up and looked at her face once. It was blank. He couldn’t tell what was running in her mind. He didn’t want to think about that. This is it. I am not coming back here. He thought and started walking away as fast as he could. When he reached home, Riyaz was waiting for him anxiously.

“How did it go?”
“I told her on the face, not to come home.. Riyaz she has my picture on the wall with flowers!!”
“what?! well..what was her reaction when you told her?”
“She couldn’t speak.. I couldn’t tell much from her expression though.. Whatever it is, i am so relieved that i am done with this.. I feel like i have retired from a job!”
“yeah.. your “divine” work..i feel so bad..i cannot make “god” jokes anymore”
“Thank god!”
“Did you just thank yourself?” Riyaz laughed.. “Ok this was the last”
“Ok. I better go, i have to work tomorrow to finish up my pending works”
“Working on a Saturday?! I’ll take off then..see you on Monday”

Adhi fell on his bed that night, feeling very relaxed. No more prayers. No more God business. No more RESPONSIBILTIES. Ponamma is out of my life. I kind of miss her in a way, but i am happy with what i did today. From tomorrow, life is back to normal. Adhi fell asleep. He had a dreamless sleep.

He was startled by the sound of his door bell. He checked his mobile. It was 6:30AM.
6:30 AM? Ponamma?!

Adhi walked quickly and opened the door. It was her. There was no plate or lamp in her hand. But there she stood with that same smile, and looked as energetic as always. Adhi opened his mouth to say something, Ponamma interrupted him.

“I just wanted to say one thing. I am sorry for having bothered you all this while. I am very happy that you had shown so much respect for my sentiments and beliefs. Faith is what keeps me alive. It keeps me going. I feel sorry for you that all your life you have never had faith on anyone or anything. You said the whole world looks at you as a loser.. Do you see yourself the same way too? If i can believe that you are God, i am sure you can believe that you are much more than that..Thanks for everything.. Ponamma will never bother you again” She left.

Adhi stood at the door step for a long time, even after she left. Do i see myself as a loser, too? He never thought that, what he thought about himself was more important than what others thought of himself. Adhi stood there smiling, like an idiot.

Adhi started getting ready for work. He got out of his house by 8:20AM. He had two idlis, one sambar vada and a coffee in the mess downstairs and boarded his usual bus at exactly 8:45AM. Adhi walked from his bus stop to his office, and listened to exactly two songs. On the way, he avoided the road and got onto the platform and started walking briskly. He jumped over the underground drainage and landed on the other end. Adhi smiled to himself. Ponamma, thank you for coming in to my life. 

'Aloo bun bisi beka?'

There is a phase in everyone's life during which they discover themselves. It is when we feel independent, learn through mistakes, laugh at our embarrasments, take risks just for the fun of it and fall in love with our life. It is a roller coaster ride of emotions. Such a phase in my life was the two and a half years i spent in bangalore.

This is not an emotional post but i just wanted to pen down some of the lighter moments, the priceless moments which i will never get back in my life and these moments would always make me smile even when im 80 with no teeth!

These are few of those special moments with my  office friends which i really miss...

sitting in juice shop for lunch and staring at movie posters in kamakya theatre.

word wars with the juice shop guy:
"ondhu grape juice"
"banana beka"
"......GRAPEEE..."

occasional dinner at vaishali,
listening to philosophical talk by varun. Sometimes, ashish.

Rushing to office at 9AM..Having Sneha's breakfast.

Ramakanth's "hasssssiiiiiiiiiii.."

Lassi.

Standing outside the office gate debating which place to go for dinner, for an hour.

Janavi's "ARE YOU SERIOUS!??"

The server at Beijing bites who looks at us like a chinese movie villain everytime we go there.

The bakery aunty who *blushes* everytime she sees Rohit.

Their weird family.

Usha aunty.

"hello..ochre architects?"

Kachori guy.

Anna sambar at roti shop followed by curd rice with yummy tomato curry and crispy potato chips.

Shannon's "sorry whaa?"

Laughing continously for half an hour , not sure why. (the reason could be as trivial as the alphabet 'M')

Our unfriendly neighbour Suresh and his friendly cops.

Occasional visits to Chung wah, ordering weird stuff. Courtesy- Varun.

"en kadhal solla.."

Last minute movie plans and 2 minute dinner at McD.

Roaming around inside Croma for half an hour, not buying anything.

Saravana's "eeeeeeyyyy BEERENDRAA"

Nightouts.

Checking out portfolios of people who have applied, acting like crits.

Joshua's "enu gotha josshh"

Missing coffee at 10:30/3:30 and becoming restless.

Corn at Big bazzar.

No it's 'C'.

Weekend trips.

Muruku&sweets distribution after coming back from home.

"dude i have no money da.."

"Could have had it all"

"Thats what"

"Is it done?" / "Its done, is it?"/ "Its done, right?"

Jp nagar central mall.

Belting double cheese margerita at dominos.

KFC dinners.

Bajji shop on rainy days.

"do we have enough bikes?"

...well there are lots more..these are the ones i could immediately remember..above all i miss the fun,laughter,music and love..

Miss you all.

தமிழீழம்

தமிழீழம் பிரச்சனையை குறித்து இங்கு  நான் விவாதிக்க போவது இல்லை .

நான் விடுதலை புலிகளிக்கு ஆதரவாளரும் அல்ல. இலங்கை அரசுக்கு எதிரியும் அல்ல. தமிழ்நாட்டின் எங்கோ ஒரு கோடியில் சினிமா, கிரிக்கெட் , வேலை, வீடு என அன்றாட வாழ்வை வாழ்ந்து கொண்டு இருக்கும்  சாதாரண இளைய சமுதாயத்தில் ஒருவளின் எண்ண பதிவுகள் .

நானும் இத்தனை நாள் "இராமன் ஆண்டாலும்  இராவணன் ஆண்டாலும் எனக்கொரு கவலை இல்ல " என்ற பொன்மொழி படி வாழ்ந்து வருகிறேன். 

"தமிழீழம்" பிரச்சனை என்றால்.." அங்கு ஏதோ போர் நடக்கிறதாம்" என்று மட்டுமே தோன்றும் . 

எதற்காக போர்? யாருக்கும் யாருக்கும்? இத்தனை நாள் இலங்கையில் என்ன நடந்தது? இந்த போரின் விளைவுகள் என்ன? இதை பற்றியெல்லாம் என்றுமே நான் யோசித்ததே கிடையாது. நம் வீட்டில், ஆபீஸில் இருக்கும் பிரச்சனைகளையே நம்மால் சமாளிக்க முடியவில்லையாம் , இதில் உலக பிரச்சனை பற்றி கவலை என்ன நமக்கு? 

அனால் கடந்த சில தினங்களுக்கு முன்பு ஆங்கில தொலைக்காட்சி நிறுவனம் வெளியிட்ட சில காட்சிகள் நமது செய்திகளில் ஒளிபரப்பினர்கள் .  அதை பார்த்த எனக்கு மிகவும் பாதிப்பு ஏற்பட்டது. இந்த பதிவை எழுதுவதற்கும் அதுவே மூல காரணம்.

இணையதளத்தில் அந்த காட்சிகளை தேடி பார்த்தேன். அதை பார்த்த எந்த ஒரு மனிதனுக்கும்  பாதிப்பு ஏற்படாமல் இருக்காது . அப்பாவி மனிதர்கள் கொல்ல படும் நேரடி காட்சிகளை .காட்டினார்கள் . போர் இத்தனை  கொடூரமானதா?

பெண்கள் , குழந்தைகள் என்று பார  பட்சமே பார்க்காமல் கொன்று குவிக்கும் கொடிய அரக்கன் இந்த போர்.

உலகில் எந்த மூலையில் போர் நடந்தாலும் இது  தான் நடக்கும் என்பதில் சந்தேகம் இல்லை. ஆனால் இந்த போரின் பாதிப்பு மட்டும்  ஏன் இவ்வளவு  கொடுமையாக உள்ளது? 

அதற்கு முன்பாக இலங்கையை பற்றி நான் மேற்கொண்ட ஒரு சிறிய தேடலை இங்கே பதிவு செய்ய விரும்புகிறேன்.

இலங்கையின் வரலாற்றை  பற்றி நான் சேகரித்த சிறு தகவல்கள் இதோ:

(குறிப்பு: வரலாறு அதை வடிபவர்களின் பார்வையை  பொறுத்தே அமையும்)

இலங்கையில் தமிழர்களின்  வரலாறு பல ஆயிரம் ஆண்டுகளுக்கு முன்பே இருந்து வருகிறது.  6- ஆம் நூற்றாண்டில் தான் வங்க தேசத்திலிருந்து படையெடுத்து வந்த "சிங்கபுறத்து  இளவரசர் விஜயன்" அங்கே இருந்த திராவிட மன்னர்களை எதிர்த்து போரிட்டான்.  (அன்று முதலே ஆரம்பித்து விட்டது தமிழர்களுக்கும் சிங்களவர்க்கும் எதிரான இந்த போர்) 

தமிழ் அரசர்களும் சிங்கள அரசர்களும் மாறி மாறி போரிட்டு ஆட்சியை கை பற்றி கொள்ள முயன்று கொண்டிருந்த நிலையில் ... 13 ஆம் நூற்றாண்டு வாக்கில் , சிங்கள அரசர்கள் இலங்கையின் தெற்கு பகுதியில் தங்கள் ராஜ்யத்தை நிலை நாற்றினர். அன்று முதல் ஆங்கிலேயர்களின் வருகை வரை, தெற்கு பகுதிகளில் சிங்களவர்களும், வடக்கு மற்றும் கிழக்கு பகுதிகளில் தமிழ் அரசர்களும் தனி தனி நாடுகளாக ஆட்சி புரிந்து வந்தனர்.

சோழர் காலத்தில் கூட தமிழகத்தில் இருந்து ஈழம் சென்று போர் புரிந்த மன்னர்கள் பலர் உண்டு . கல்கியின் பொன்னியின் செல்வன் படித்தவர்க்கு , ராஜா ராஜ சோழன் ஈழம் சென்று போர் புரிந்த காலத்திலும் கூட அங்கே இருந்த மக்களின் அபிமானத்தை பெற்றிருந்தார் என்பது தெரியும் . அங்கே அவர் போர் புரிந்த காலத்தில் , போரினால் சேதம் அடைந்த புத்த விகாரங்களை அவரே மறு சீரமைப்பு செய்தார் என்பது குறிப்பிட தக்கது. 

நம் தமிழக மன்னர்கள் போரில் வீரர்களாய் இருந்தாலும், கலையை மதிக்க தெரிந்தவர்களாய்  இருந்தார்கள் . பகைவனின் கலை உணர்வை கூட மதித்த உன்னதமானவர்கள்  நம் முன்னோர்கள் . 

இந்த சூழலில் இலங்கையின் தெற்கே ஆண்ட சிங்கள மன்னர்கள் சிறிது முன்னேறி இலங்கையின் நடு பகுதிகளை ஆக்கிரமித்து "கண்டி" யை தங்கள் தலைநகரமாக கொண்டனர் . 25332 சதுர மையில்கள் பரப்பளவை கொண்ட இலங்கை ஒரு அழகிய செழிப்பான தீவாக விளங்கியது. வணிகம், விவசாயம் , நீர் வளமை ,  அந்த காலத்திலேயே சிறந்து விளங்கிய நீர் கால்வாய்கள், அடர்ந்த காடுகள், மலைகள்  என்று செழிப்பாக இருந்தது . 10- ஆம் நூற்றாண்டில் வணிகர்களாக வந்து இறங்கிய இஸ்லாமியர்கள் தமிழை தங்கள் மொழியாய் ஏற்று கிழக்கு மற்றும் தெற்கு பகுதிகளில் குடியேறினார்கள். 

16-ஆம் நூற்றாண்டின் துவக்கத்தில் போர்த்துகீசியர்கள் இலங்கையில் இறங்கினார்கள் . இங்கு வடக்கு  மற்றும் கிழக்கு பகுதிகளில் தமிழர்களும் தெற்கு மற்றும் மேற்கு பகுதிகளில் சிங்களவர்களும் தனி தனி ராஜியங்களாய்,  தனி கலாச்சாரங்களாக திகழ்ந்ததை கண்டு , சிங்கள மன்னர்களிடம் ஒப்பந்தம் மேற் கொண்டனர். 1619 இல் நடந்த போரில் , தமிழ் ராஜ்ஜியம் கைபற்றபட்டது. தமிழ் மன்னன் "சங்கிலி குமரன்" தூக்கிலிடபட்டான் . 

ஆனால் , அதன் பின்னர் வந்த டச் மன்னர்கள் , இலங்கையை தனி தனி நாடுகளாகவே ஆட்சி புரிந்தனர். 1796 இல் வந்த ஆங்கிலேயர்கள், இலங்கையின் வரலாற்றை மாற்றி அமைத்தனர் . தாங்கள் ஆட்சி புரிவதற்கு சுலபமாக வேண்டும் என்ற காரணத்திற்காக இரண்டு நாடுகளையும் ஒன்றாக்கி "சிலோன் " என்று 1833 இல் ஒரு தனி நாடாக மாற்றியது . 

In 1799 Sir Hugh Cleghorn, the first Colonial Secretary observed in the well known 'Cleghorn Minute', `two different nations, from very ancient period have divided between them the possessions of the island: the Sinhalese inhabiting the interior in its southern and western parts from the river Wallouve to that of Chillow, and the Malabars (the Tamils) who possess the northern and eastern districts. These two nations, differ entirely in their religion, language and manners.'

இரு வேறு நாடுகளை, இரு வேறு இனங்களை , இரு வேறு கலாச்சாரத்தை, இரு வேறு வரலாற்றை , தன் அரசியல் வசதிக்காக ஒன்றாக மாற்றியது ஆங்கிலேய அரசு. இன்று இலங்கையில் நடக்கும் இன வெறி படு கொலைகளுக்கு என்னை பொறுத்த வரையில் இதுவே வித்தாகும். 1805 ஆம் ஆண்டு ஆரோஸ்மித் என்ற ஆங்கிலேயர் வரைந்த இலங்கையின் வரைபடத்தின் படி ஈழம் தனி நாடாகவே சித்தரிக்க பட்டுள்ளது. அந்த வரைபடத்தை இதில் காணலாம்:

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1820 களில் ஆங்கிலேயர்கள் இலங்கையின் மலை பகுதிகளில் காபி எஸ்டேட்களை அமைக்க ஆரம்பித்தனர். 1840 - 1850 களில் தமிழகத்திலிருந்து கோடிக்கனக்கான மக்கள் கொத்தடிமைகளாக கொண்டுவரப்பட்டனர். இவர்கள் பெரும்பாலும் நெல்லை, மதுரை, தஞ்சை பகுதிகளின் ஏழை மற்றும் தாழ்த்தப்பட்ட சமூகத்தை சேர்ந்த மக்கள் ஆவர்கள். ஈழத்தை ஆண்ட வீர  தமிழனின் வம்சாவளிகள் ஆங்கிலேயர்களின் கொத்தடிமையாக வாழ நேர்ந்த அவல நிலைமை ஏற்பட்டது. 

காபி வியாபாரம் நஷ்டமடைந்த காலத்தில் , 1880 களில் தேயிலை தோட்டங்களை அமைக்க தொடங்கியது ஆங்கிலேய அரசு. இந்த காலகட்டத்தில், ஆங்கிலேய ஆட்சியின் அசுர ஆக்கிரமிப்பு குணம், தலை விரித்து ஆட தொடங்கியது. தமிழர்களை அடிமைகளாக்கி,அவர்களக்கு வாழ்வின் அன்றாட வசதிகள் கூட இல்லாத அளவில் , கொடுமை படுத்தியது. 

தமிழர்கள் சொந்தமாக நிலமோ அல்லது வீடுகளோ வைப்பதற்கு தடைகளை விதித்தது ஆங்கிலேய அரசு. 

இந்த நிலையில், தமிழர்களின் சாதி அமைப்பில் மேல் தட்டில் இருந்தவர்கள், ஆங்கில கல்வி முறையை தேர்ந்தெடுத்தார்கள். இதனால் தொழில்முறை மற்றும் வெள்ளை காலர் தொழிலாளர்கள் என்று  ஒரு புதிய வர்க்கம் உருவானது . இலங்கை வரலாற்றில் இது ஒரு முக்கிய நிகழ்வாகும்.

"பிரித்தாளுதல் " முறையில் பெயர் போன ஆங்கிலேய அரசு, தமிழர்களுக்கு மாநில நிர்வாகத்தில் முக்கிய பங்குகளை வழங்க ஆரம்பித்தது . மாநில நிர்வாகத்தில் முக்கிய பதவிகளை வகித்தல், ஆங்கிலேய கல்வி முறையை தேர்ந்தெடுத்து மேல் தட்டு வர்க்கமாக உருவெடுத்தல், கிறிஸ்துவ மதம் பரப்பல் என்று தமிழர்களின் மீது சிங்களவர்க்கு வெறுப்பு தொடங்கியது. ஆங்கிலேயனின் எண்ணம் நிறைவேறியது. 

1947 இல், இந்தியாவை விட்டு பாகிஸ்தானை பிரித்தெடுத்து சென்ற ஆங்கில அரசு, 1948 இல், இலங்கையில் தமிழருக்கு எதிரான தீ பொறியை விட்டு சென்றது.  இன்று அந்த தீ பொறி , வெறி கொண்டு பல அப்பாவி மக்களை தனக்கு இரையாக்கி கொண்டுள்ளது . 

இரு தனி நாடுகளின் வேற்றுமைகளை மதிக்கமால், அவர்களின் தனி பட்ட வரலாற்றை  பொருட்படுத்தாமல் ஒன்றினைத்ததே ஆங்கிலேயன் செய்த பெரும் தவறு. ஒரு அழகான தீவான இலங்கையை ஒரு போர்க்களமாக மாற்றியது அந்த ஒரு அரசியல் முடிவு தான்.

 இது நடவாதிருந்தால், தமிழீழம் இன்று ஒரு தனி நாடாக இருந்திருக்கும். தமிழர்களுக்கு என்று ஒரு தனி நாடு. இராமேஸ்வரத்திலிருந்து படகுகள் மூலமாகவே எளிமையாக ஈழத்திற்கு சென்று விடலாம் . (வெறும் 29 கீ மீ. தானே!) தமிழ் மீனவர்கள் எல்லையில் கொல்லபடுவார்கள் என்று அஞ்ச வேண்டியிருக்காது. எல்லாவற்றுக்கும் மேலாக லட்ச கணக்கான மக்கள் போரில் இறந்திருக்க வேண்டியதில்லை. 

ஏதோ ஒரு உணர்வு இந்த போரின் கொடுமையை மட்டும் மனதின் ஆழம் வரை செலுத்துகிறது  என்று முன்பு  கூறினேன் அல்லவா ? 

எங்கோ அமெரிக்காவில் ஒரு தெருவில்  தொழில் நுட்ப நிறுவனத்தில் பனி புரியும் ஒரு தமிழர்,வழியில் ஒரு தமிழ் உணவகத்தை பார்க்கும் பொழுது தன்னை அறியாமல் முகம் மலரும் பொழுது.. 

புது தில்லியின் கூட்ட நெருக்கடியான சாலையோர கடைகளில் மண் பொம்மை விற்கும் ஒரு முதியவர், தனது செல்போனில் எம்.ஜி.ஆர். பாடல்களை கேட்கும் பொழுது...

பெங்களூருவில் ஆட்டோவில் செல்லும் பொழுது , உள்ளே ரஜினிகாந்த் படத்தை பார்த்ததும் .."அண்ணே ..நீங்க தமிழா? தலைவர் ரசிகனா ?" என்று முகம் மலர்ந்து கேட்கும் பொழுது..

இந்த பொழுதுகளில் ஏற்படும் அதே உணர்வு தான், பன் மடங்கு உயர்ந்து, வேதனையாய் , நெஞ்சில் வலியோடு அந்த கட்சிகளை பார்க்கும் பொழுது, ஒரு அம்மா .."ஐயோ ..இந்த குழந்தையை காப்பற்றுங்கள்" என்று அலறும்  சத்தம் கேட்கும் பொழுது.. அந்த உணர்வே , நம்மால் எதுவும் செய்ய முடியவில்லையே என்று கூனி குறுகி வெட்கப்பட வைக்கிறது. 

தமிழீழம் தனி நாடக மாறுமா? எனக்கு தெரியவில்லை, அதனால் மீண்டும் போர் வரலாம். அங்கே மக்கள் கொல்ல  படாமல் இருந்தால் அதுவே போதும். மக்கள் அமைதியாக வாழ வேண்டும். நமது நாட்டில் பல்வேறு மொழிகள், கலாச்சாரத்துடன் நாம் அமைதியாக வாழவில்லையா? இலங்கையில் வெறும் இரண்டு மொழிகள் தானே? அவர்களால் ஏன் ஒற்றுமையாய் வாழ இயலவில்லை? ஆங்கிலேயன் தன் சுயநலனுக்காக பிரித்து ஆட்சி செய்தான். இதை உணர்ந்தாலே போதும். 

20000 ஆண்டு பழமை வாய்ந்த கலாச்சாரத்தை சேர்ந்த தமிழர்களுக்கு ஒரு நல்ல விடிவு காலம் வராதா? நம்ப தான் முடியும். என் எண்ணங்களை எதற்கும்   பதிவு செய்யலாம் என்றே இதை எழுதினேன். 

நான் முன்பு கூறிய உணர்வு என்ன என்பது இப்பொழுது புரிந்திருக்கும். 

அதுவே .. "தமிழுணர்வு "