படித்ததில் பிடித்தது …கல் ஒன்றுதான் , ஆனால் ….!!!

ஓரு ஊரில் ஒரு சிற்பி இருந்தான். கோயில் கர்ப்பக்கிரகத்தில் வைப்பதற்கான சிலையை அவன் செதுக்க வேண்டியிருந்தது. கடைசியில் தன் தேவைக்கு ஒத்துவருகிற ஒரு கல்லைத் தேர்ந்தெடுத்தான். அந்தக் கல்லைச் சமமாக இரண்டாக்கினான். ஒன்றைச் செதுக்கி அம்மன் சிலையாக்கினான். மற்றொன்று அந்த அம்மன் சிலைக்கு எதிரே படிக்கல்லாகப் போடப்பட்டது. அந்தக் கோயிலுக்குக் கும்பாபிஷேகமும் நடைபெற்றது.

கோயிலுக்கு பக்தகோடிகளின் கூட்டம் அலைமோதியது. வரும் பக்தர்கள் அனைவரும் அம்மன் சிலைக்கு முன்னேயிருக்கும் படியில் கால் வைத்து அம்மனைப் பரவசத்துடன் வழிபட்டுச் சென்றனர். பக்தர்களின் காலடி பட்டுப்பட்டு உடம்பு ரணமான அந்தப் படிக்கல், ஒரு நாள் தாங்க முடியாமல் அம்மன் சிலையிடம் கேட்டது, “நீயும் நானும் ஒரே கல்லிலிருந்துதானே பிறந்தோம். நானோ மிதிபட்டுக்கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்: நீயோ கடவுளாகிவிட்டாய். இது எப்படி?”

அதற்கு அம்மன் சிலை பதில் சொன்னது, “இருவரும் ஒரே கல்லில் இருந்துதான் பிறந்தோம். ஆனால், சிற்பியின் உளியால் நான் செதுக்கப்பட்டு பக்குவப்பட்டபோது அடைந்த ரணம் சாதாரணமானதல்ல. படாத பாடுபட்டேன். அதனால் இந்த நிலையை அடைந்தேன். நான் செதுக்கப்பட்டபோது என்னைப் பார்த்து நகைத்துக்கொண்டு மணல் மீது நீ படுத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாய். இன்றைக்கு வெறும் கல்லாய்க் கிடக்கிறாய். வாழ்வில் கஷ்டப்படுகிறவன்தான் மேலே வருவான்” என்றது.

source:::::The Hindu….Tamil
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Message For The Day…Honour Your Parents and Obey Them …

Have the progress of your country, your duty (Dharma) and your innate Divinity (Atma) before your mind’s eye at all times. Let your hunger for serving these three, grow more and more. Then your education will serve its purpose and give you a sense of mission and fulfillment. You will naturally acquire respect for elders, faith in your own Self, fear of sin, and fear of going against the voice of God present within you. Never cross this line – Do not do anything which brings tears in the eyes of your parents. Honour them and obey them. Do not condemn them as old-fashioned. Remember the adage, “Old is Gold”. Your parents can guide you; they can share with you their experience of the world and its tricks, and you will benefit from them.

 Sathya Sai Baba

A Crocodile Here Understands Who Is The Boss !!!

This young elephant got more than he bargained for when he ambled up to a water hole to slake his thirst.

Just moments after dipping his trunk in the water, it was grabbed by a hungry crocodile.

But luckily for the elephant, the croc had bitten off considerably more than he could chew – and the astonished bull elephant was able to whip his trunk out of the reptile’s jaws with no more than a few cuts to remember the encounter by.

The young elephant doesn't appear to see the waiting crocodile as he ambles over to the watering hole
The young elephant doesn’t appear to see the waiting crocodile as he ambles over to the peaceful watering hole in the South Luangwa National park in Zambia

The remarkable scene was captured by amateur wildlife photographer Ian Salisbury, 62, at the South Luangwa National park in Zambia.

Mr Salisbury, general manager of a safari lodge, said: ‘One of our guests had seen a crocodile try a similar attack on another elephant earlier in the day so, camera in hand, I went to see if there might be a repeat performance.

‘The action was so quick – a couple of seconds – and fortunately I had the camera pointing in the right direction. Having spent 30 years in the African bush, I realise how lucky I was to catch the scene.’

SNAP! The crocodile grabs hold of the elephant's trunk, but it soon becomes clear that he has bitten off a lot more than he can chew

SNAP! The crocodile grabs hold of the elephant’s trunk, but it soon becomes clear that he has bitten off a lot more than he can chew by grabbing the huge beast

The startled young elephant soon makes light work of escaping from the hungry crocodile's jaws

The startled young elephant soon makes light work of escaping from the hungry crocodile’s jaws, but by the startled look on it’s face you can tell he had a shock

Mr Salisbury said the elephant ‘fled rapidly into the bush’ after the attack.

The incident has remarkable echoes of Rudyard Kipling’s children’s story, The Elephant’s Child, which tells how the animals got their trunks after a crocodile grabbed a baby elephant’s nose and kept pulling it.

In a scene reminiscent of the Rudyard Kipling story How The Elephant Got His Trunk, the startled mammal gives the sneaky crocodile a fright

In a scene reminiscent of the Rudyard Kipling story How The Elephant Got His Trunk, the startled mammal gives the sneaky crocodile a fright to show him who’s boss…

source:::: story of  Emili Hall in mailonline.com UK…Photos by…Ian Salisbury wildlife photographer

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Humour In Civil Service Too … “Spoke with File ..No Reply From File ” !!!

source :::: Story ” Whoever Said Babus are Humourless Bunch ”  By S.R.Raghuram …in The Hindu

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 T

he bureaucracy in India in perceived as being wooden and bureaucrats are often accused of lacking in a sense of humour. My experience as civil servant in the Indian Revenue Service was, however, quite contrary. My colleagues in the Revenue and other Services often displayed sparks of humour and sparkle of wit to prove that they were doing an effective job of cutting red tape down to size in the file-strewn corridors of power.

The fun started early in the IAS Training School itself (1959). Two IAS probationers, one reed-thin and the other with a pronounced paunch happened to be together. The supercilious “Reed-Thin” (he later became a Governor) addressed the other as “Beer-Barrel” only to be shot down with the stinging retort — “I would much rather be a beer barrel than a Chinese noodle”!

At the introduction session on the first day of training, an IIT alumnus, who had been selected to the Indian Defence Accounts Servcice (IDAS) said, he had given up his post in the Indian Railway Service of Engineers (IRSE) to come over to the Civil Service stream. When someone in the gathering commented that the loss to the Railways was a gain to the defence services, our Director, A.N.Jha, retorted deadpan that it could as well be the other way round!

Later on, in the Income Tax Training College, during the new batch introduction, when M.P. Agarwal of my batch announced his name, Director, R.D. Shah interjected and asked him whether he was related to P.K. Agarwal of the previous batch. Prompt came M.P’s reply — “Not yet”!

One Assistant Commissioner who had a compulsive urge to refer to judicial pronouncements, whether relevant or not, once noted on a file that came to him for approval — “The ITO may please peruse 27 ITR 273 with profit before finalising the assessment order”. The ITO sent back the file with the note — “Perused 27 ITR 273. No profit derived, order passed.” The file went up and came back without any comment!

The same Assistant Commissioner, who was adept at avoiding responsibility, once made a noting — “Please speak with file”. The file came back in double quick time with the noting — “Spoke with file. File did not reply. For further orders please.” That put paid to further such demands.

Mr. K.M.S. Reddy, who was Income Tax Commissioner in Bangalore, was a Bar-At Law. Once his steno misspelt his letterhead with the legend — “K.M.S. Reddy, Bad-At-Law.” The sporting Mr. Reddy caught the error (or was it?!) and admonished the steno: “I say Menon, I know and you know about my knowledge of law. But should you broadcast it to the entire world?” Poor Menon, he did not know where to hide his face.

When Mr. J.P. Singh was Income Tax Commissioner in Madras, he had two PAs — one an over-clever person and the other, a less intellectually endowed but pleasant officer who had come through the sports quota. Mr. Singh would always introduce them together to visitors, saying “One is wise and the other one is otherwise.” The discerning visitors could always make out which attribute referred to whom!

What takes the cake for the most ingenious circumvention of the red tape was what my IRAS batchmate, R. Srinivasan, did when he was Railways Personnel Manager at Guntakal Junction. As the Railway School did not have a budget provision for buying musical instruments for the school band, he asked the engineering department to make a requisition for pipes and drums and used the money to get flutes, clarinets, drums, tablas, etc!

(The writer’s email: sr_raghuram@hotmail.com)

Dinner to Muslim Youths …By Mahaperiavar in 1921!!!

What you will be reading below is assorted selections from a book (“ MAHAPERIYAVAL VIRUNDHU”) written by the great author Sri Ra. Ganapathi  :These cover various incidents showing the universality and greatness of Maha Periyavaa.

Even during the 1920s ParamAchArya hosted a dinner for the Muslims, whose sense of unity and patriotism ran high in those days.  Two hundred Muslim youths from an Islamic Youth Forum performed an exemplary service in the Mahamaham festival of 1921 in Kumbakonam. ParamAchArya, who was camping at Patteesvarm nearby, heard about it and sent some maTham officials to bring the Muslim youths to him. The youths were very happy that Shankaracharya had called them to his presence. They stood before him showing utmost reverence.

ParamAchArya praised their seva and heard the details about their Forum. He inquired their personal details such as native place, education, occupation and family of all the two hundred youths individually, and made everyone of them immensely happy. He also presented a silver cup as a memento from Kanchi maTham for their seva.

Like the cherry on the ice cream, ParamAchArya ended the interview with a tasty, three-course dinner to the youths.

*** *** ***

In the year 1924, Kaveri and Kollidam were overflowing with floods that threatened to merge them into a single river. Tiruvaiyaru and its surroundings were the worst affected by the floods. At that time, for nearly fifteen days, cartloads of cooked food were sent from Kanchi maTham for the thousands of poor people in the area. The food was served by the Congress workers under the supervision of Lawyer Sarangapani Iyengar, leader of the Tiruvaiyaru Congress Committee. 

The daily culinary needs of SrimaTham were reduced to the minimum, in order to use the stored provisions for feeding the poor. They worshipped the great sage who fed them as God.   The press praised this social service as the largest till then by a Sanatana Religious Institution.

*** *** ***

During the last days of the year 1931, the persecution of the Congress workers by the British government was at its peak. People and organizations were warned of stern action against any support for the Congress members. 
ParamAchArya was camping at Arani in the North Arcot district. A group of Congress members wanted to meet him. The maTham officials informed the sage that his meeting the Congress workers might create problems for SrimaTham.   ParamAchArya heard their apprehensions with concern and then said calmly, “Ask all the members of the group to come here. Also arrange for feeding them from SrimaTham.”

The stunned maTham officials carried out the orders of the sage with consternation, but there was no problem from the government.  When the Manager brought the happy news of no reaction from the British government, ParamAchArya said, “If I were to close the doors on people who want to meet me, I would not be fit to carry the title Jagatguru and sit on the throne of this Peetam.”

*** *** ***

ParamAchArya used to quote the Tamil saying ‘Feed everyone, without any distinction’ (yArkkum idumin, avar ivar ennnanmin) and explain that no distinction of any kind must be entertained in offering food. He would be delighted to explain the Keralite tradition of feeding even the thieves at night! This custom existed in the place called Cherukkunnam, Kerala, in the Annapurani temple. After feeding the bhaktas in the temple, food packets were prepared and kept tied to the trees in the night, for the use of any prowling thieves. 

ParamAchArya also took delight in explaining the reference in the Sagam Literature of how the Chera king Udhiyan Cheraladhan earned the name Perum Sotru Cheraladhan (the king who was the chief host) by feeding the opposite camps of the Pandavas and the Kauravas during the Mahabharata war.

Kannappan the hunter fed Shiva Mahadev. Guhan the hunter fed Sri Rama. Here, the hunters named the Senjus of the Srisailam forest area were fed by the Paramacharaya!

During the 1934s, when the road transport facilities were very scanty, ParamAchArya was traveling with his entourage in the desolate forests of Srisailam. Somewhere on the way, they came across the Senju hunters. Mistaking them for their foes, the hunters raised their bow and arrows initially, but when they saw the sage with hisdivya tejas, they realized their mistake and became friendly.

The people who came to oppose their passage became their security guards, carrying their luggage and watching over their camps at night time. Only after safely seeing off ParamAchArya and his entourage at their next destination, the hunters assembled before them to take leave.

ParamAchArya ordered the manager to give them some cash, but they refused to touch the money. The leader of the group said something to the manager, who nodded his head in disapproval and spread out his hands. 

Paramachara snapped his fingers and called the manager to attention: “What is it that he asks for and you refuse?”

“They want to show their dancing skills before PeriyavA”.

“So you told them that I can’t see their dance because it was your opinion as manager that it was beneath the dignity of SrimaTham.”

There was not any trace of anger in ParamAchArya’s words. The manager was silent.

And the ParamAchArya, who would not witness the performance of even the great and popular dance artistes, gave them permission to dance before him, with a condition: that while any of their males could dance, only those females who hadn’t attained puberty could join the males in dance.

ParamAchArya asked them, “you might have different types of dances to suit different occasions: one for Swami (God), one for victory, one for sports and so on. What type of dance are you going to perform now?”

They gave a telling reply: “We are going to perform the dance reserved only for the closest of our relatives.”

ParamAchArya witnessed their dance, blessed them, and hosted a nice dinner for them.

*** *** ***

ParamAchArya was travelling in the Kodavasal – Koradacherry route. On the way in Tirukklambur, the slum people met him and submitted their humble offerings.

ParamAchArya heard their welfare and woes. Unhurriedly, he discussed the details with the manager as to what SrimaTham could do to mitigate their woes, either in their own capacity or with the charity of affordable devotees.

The managers and the other officials started worrying about the ensuing delay for their next camp and the following pujas. The god of the poor, however, seated himself among them, and ordered dhotis and saris for every nandan – nandini from the local textile shop. If that shop didn’t have the required goods, ParamAchArya ordered them bought at Kodavasal. He also ordered prepartion of thick sambar rice under the shades of the trees.

The manager was worried that the two or three hours time spent in these activities would delay reaching their next camp and that it would be very tedious for PeriyavA to undertake the long puja thereafter.

When he started to express his feeings, ParamAchArya said simply, “this is also a puja.”

*** *** ***

Two years after his Varanasi trip, when ParamAchArya was returning, he had to camp for three days in the Kyonjersamastanam of the hilly areas. His heart overflew with campassion at the pitiable conditions of the tribals in the area. He told the manager, “for all the three days we stay here, we should arrange to feed them.”

The manager hesitated with a request, “Those people are over a hundred and fifty families. We don’t have the facilities to cook food here.”

“Then give them as uluppai“, replied the sage.

Giving as uluppai is giving supplies of food articles, vegetables and fruits. For three days the tribals enjoyed the bounty of SrimaTham.

In the same way, ParamAchArya ordered serving three days supplies to the suffering employees of a circus company in Ilayattankudi, that was closed down.

*** *** ***

It seems that there was only one occasion in the history of SrimaTham, when rice and other food supplies were carried on the back of the SrimaTham elephant! ParamAchArya, the udAra murti created history with such an incident, to fill the udarams of the poor harijan people.

It was November 1940. The village was heavily flooded when ParamAchArya reached Tiruchettankudi from Tirumarukal. News reached his ears that over five hundred harijans in the area were suffering, as a hailstorm lashed on.

ParamAchArya hastened the officials to rush them food supplies, but was informed that it was not possible for bullock carts to pass through the rain inundated roads.

“Then you send the supplies on the back of the elephant. This place is known as Ganapateesvaram,” said ParamAchArya, poining out the harmony. “So Pillaiyar will be happy that an elephant partakes the jana seva.”

*** *** ***

The dog, according to shastras is of a low birth. The Guardian of Shastra also extended his bounty to the dogs.

In the year 1927, a dog came to SrimaTham camp on its own and started keeping vigil. After his biksha was over, ParamAchArya ordered that the dog be fed. Strangely, after tasting the food from the maTham, the dog stopped accepting food from anyone else. 

The dog used to trot under the palanquin known as mena which carried ParamAchArya. Sometimes it would run between the massive, moving legs of the elephant! When the palanquin was parked, it would step aside to a distance and watch the sage descend and walk, wagging its tail.

At one time, the officials thought that the dog had become mad and ordered a servant to leave it in a village, about forty kilometers away from their camp. No sooner had the servant returned, than the dog also had got back to the camp! From that time, until its death, the dog kept vigil and also kept a vow not to take food until it had a darshan of ParamAchArya.

As he resumed his divine duties after a short rest following his biksha, ParamAchArya would first inquire if the dog was fed.

*** *** ***

There was an incident when ParamAchArya served food for an entire army of dogs.

He was observing chAturmAsyam at Vasanta Krishnapuram near Tirukkovalur in the year 1947. The peak of Tiruvannamalai hill, about twenty kilometers away, was visible from that place. ParamAchArya used to perform a puja for the mountain that was Lord Siva’s form at where he stayed, with a darshan of the peak.

During one such puja, when he was meditating, a dog came and put its mouth to the water in the kamandaluh. The people around were very much upset by this happening, and a devotee who was a retired government official, stoned the dog, which ran howling, and stopped at a safe distance. 

ParamAchArya’s eyes opened at the anxious hubbub. He looked at the people aroud him and ordered: “Collect all the available dishes from the houses of the agrahAram. Also bring bucketfuls of water.”

The volunteers group that included retired official went around and brought the food and water. As aramAchArya gestured, the dog that was standing at a distance came near and stopped hesitatingly. As he gestured a second time, soemthing very strange happened.

An army of dogs came from nowhere and calmly arranged themselves in a row, without showing any signs of hurry for the food that was before them. ParamAchArya offered food and water to the dogs through the retired official who had stoned the dog earlier.

“Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil 
– it has no point.”

source::::input from a friend of mine

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“OM ” Is Not Just A Mantra…But Also A Medicine…

Aum is medicine, not just mantra.

AumPramila Krishnan | Deccan Chronicle | Chennai::  Abdul Khader chants ‘Aum’ 30 times during his walk at Gill Nagar park every morning and swears it has significantly helped in healing his acute arthritic pain.

“I used to pray seated in a chair because of acute knee pain from arthritis acquired from long hours of doing business standing. Thanks to the yoga asanas, breathing exercises and the chanting of ‘Aum’, I am now able to kneel on the mat for my namaz five times a day,” said the 50-year-old grocer of MMDA colony in the city, talking excitedly about the wholesome healing experienced at the government yoga and naturopathy college hospital near Anna arch.

“When the doctors explained that chanting ‘Aum’ is not religious but provides therapeutic gain, I readily agreed to follow that. I am happy I did it,” Khader told Deccan Chronicle.

Dr Kanimozhi, assistant professor of yoga, says she had prescribed ‘Aum’ chanting for even cancer patients, along with other naturopathy medicines. “The chant controls the secretion of stress hormones and acts as a pain reliever. It is scientific as the chant creates a neuro and psycholinguist effect while a positive aura forms around your body when you do it.”

There are several patients at the hospital — including Muslims and Christians — who have benefited from chanting ‘Aum’, prescribed along with yoga asanas and nature healers, and gained relief from ailments such as pain, insomnia, stress, stuttering and other speech difficulties.

The case of 55-year-old Edwin, a senior army officer tormented by ankylosing spondylitis for over a year, is another example. He has healed from chanting ‘Aum’ and practising asanas and breathing exercises.

“Edwin’s case sheet reveals that after two months of practice, he could flex his joints and his sleep cycle got normal,” said Dr P. Prabhu, expressing happiness that more and more patients are turning to ‘Aum’ and other natural healers.

Courtesy: DC.
 source:::::input from a friend of mine ….
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“When HE Stands Up For You…No one Can Stand against You ” !!!

Heaven and Hell
One day A violent samurai warrior with a reputation for provoking fights for no reason arrived at the gates of a Zen monastery and asked to speak to the master.
Without hesitating, the Master went to meet him.
‘They say that intelligence is more powerful than brute force,’ said the samurai. ‘Can you explain to me what heaven and hell are?’
Master said nothing.
‘You see?’ bellowed the samurai. ‘I could explain quite easily: to show someone what hell is, you just have to punch them. To show them what heaven is, you just have threaten them with terrible violence and then let them go.’
‘I don’t talk to stupid people like you,’ said the Zen master.
The blood rushed to the samurai’s head. His brain became thick with hatred.
‘That is hell,’ said the Master, smiling. ‘Allowing yourself to be upset by silly remarks.’
Taken aback by the monk’s courage, the samurai warrior softened.
‘And that is heaven,’ said the Master, inviting him in. ‘Not reacting to foolish
provocations.’
When you Kneel down in front of  Sai, He stands up for you and
when He stands up for you, No one can stand against you…     
May Sai bless us all with Patience so that we can feel the bliss of Heaven ,right here on this earth. 
source::H.Deepa in  http://debu7370.blogspot.com/
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தீபாவளி பயணம் ….”அண்ணாச்சி நம்ம ஊரா ” ?!!!

பிறக்க ஒரு ஊர்; பிழைக்க ஒரு ஊர். இதுதான் நம் மக்களின் தலைவிதி’னு சிவாஜி பேசி நான் கேட்டப்ப, எனக்கு ரொம்ப சின்ன வயசு. அப்போ, ‘இதுல என்ன இருக்கு’னு தான் தோணுச்சு. ஆனா எங்க ஊரை விட்டுட்டு, சென்னைல வந்து வேலை பாக்குறப்போ தான், அது எவ்வளவு கஷ்டமான விஷயம்னு புரியுது.

மானேஜர் கால்ல கைல விழுந்து, ஒரு மாசத்துக்கு முன்னாடி இருந்து ஐஸ் வெச்சு, ஊரைப்பத்தி பதிவெல்லாம் போட்டு, அதை அப்படியே அகஸ்மாத்தா அவருக்கு அனுப்பி, படிக்க வைச்சு, தீபாவளிக்கு ‘லீவ்’ வாங்குறத பத்தி மட்டுமே தனியா ஒரு மெகா சீரியல் எடுக்கலாம்.இப்படி லீவ் எல்லாம் வாங்கிட்டு, எத்தனை ‘பேன்’ வைச்சாலும் காத்தே வராத, மூலையில இருக்குற கோயம்பேடு ‘முன்பதிவு’ மையத்துல, எப்படியோ டிக்கெட் ‘புக்’ பண்ணிட்டேன்.தீபாவளிக்கு முந்தின நாள், அரக்கப் பரக்க தி.நகர்ல சுத்தி, சொந்தக்காரன் பங்காளிக்கெல்லாம் துணி எடுத்து; அடையார் ஆனந்தபவன்ல சண்டை போட்டு ஒரு கிலோ காரம், ஒரு கிலோ இனிப்பு வாங்கிட்டு; எட்டு மணி பஸ்சுக்கு ஏழரை மணிக்கே பெருங்களத்தூர்ல வந்து நின்னாச்சு.நம்ம ஆட்களுக்குன்னு இது அமையுதா, இல்லை……
”அண்ணாச்சி! நம்ம ஊரா?”
“நீங்க எந்த ஊரு?”
“மேலச்செவலு. நீங்க?”
“நமக்கு பாளையங்கோட்டை.”
“சரி அண்ணாச்சி, ஊருக்கு இனிப்பு ஒண்ணும் வாங்கல கேட்டியளா. ஒரு நிமிசம் நம்ம பொட்டிய பாத்துக்கிட்டீங்கன்னா, ஓடிப்போயிட்டு ஓடியாந்துருவேன்”
சொந்த ஊர்ல இருக்கும்போது ஒருத்தன ஒருத்தன் கண்கொண்டு பாக்கோமோ இல்லையோ, இந்த மாதிரி சமயத்துல பாசம் பொங்கிரும் நமக்கும்.
”அதுக்கென்னா… போயிட்டு வாங்க”னு, அனுப்பி வைச்சேன். போனவன் ரொம்ப நேரமா வரவேயில்ல. அவன் பொட்டியெல்லாம் பாத்தா, சென்னைய காலி பண்ணிட்டு போற மாதிரி இருந்தது.
ஒருவேளை பஸ் வந்துட்டா என்ன பண்ணுற துங்கற யோசனைல இருக்கும்போதே, ஓடியாறென்னு சொன்னவன், கால்ல எட்டு போட்டுக்கிட்டு வுந்தான்.
“இனிப்பு எங்கவே?”
“அந்த கடைக்கு முன்னால நம்ம கடை இருந்ததுல்லா”னு கேவலமா சிரிச்சான்.
பயங்கர குடி. என்ன கருமத்த குடிச்சுத் தொலைச்சானோ தெரியலை, ஆனா அது, என் கொடல தான் பொரட்டி எடுத்துச்சு.
“இந்தாரும் உம்ம பொட்டி. இனிமே எங்கேயும் போவாதேயும். என்னால பாக்க முடியாது”
“அண்ணாச்சி சாப்பிடுவியளா?” கைப் பெருவிரலை வாய்க்கு காமிச்சு கேட்டான்.
“இல்லை அண்ணாச்சி”
“ஐயோ உங்களுக்கும் சேத்துல்லா வாங்கிட்டேன். தீவாளிக்கு கூட இருக்குறவங்களுக்கு இது கூட செய்யலைனா எப்படி?”
“அய்யோ. எனக்கு பழக்கமில்லை. உங்க அன்புக்கு…நன்றி.” இவங்கிட்ட இருந்து எப்படி தப்பிக்க?
மணி எட்டாச்சு, எட்டரையாச்சு. வண்டி வந்தபாடில்ல.
‘சரி, தீவாளி நேரம், சென்னைக்குள்ள கூட்டமா இருக்கும் அதான் லேட்டாகுது’னு நின்னுகிட்டிருந்த எனக்கு, ரொம்ப கோவமாயிருச்சு.
மணி 10! ஆனா பஸ் வர்றதுக்கு எந்த அறியையும் காணோம், குறியையும் காணோம்.
ஒன்பது மணி பஸ்சுக்கு போறவங்க, பத்து மணி பஸ்சுக்கு வந்தவுங்கனு நிக்க எடமில்லை. நிக்க எடமில்லாதவன் எல்லாம் ‘டாஸ்மாக்’ல போய் உட்காந்துட்டானுவ.
நானாவது ‘நான் – ஏசி’ பஸ். ‘ஏசி’ பஸ்ல போறவன் எல்லாம் செத்தான். காலைல மப்புலதான் போய் எறங்கணும்.
அரசு பஸ் தான் லேட்டுனு பாத்தா, ஆம்னி பஸ்சுக்கும் இதே நிலைமைதான்.சில ஆம்னி பஸ்ல எல்லாம் டிக்கெட் குடுக்கும்போது, டிரைவர் ‘போன் நம்பரோ’, கண்டக்டர் ‘நம்பரோ’ சேத்தே குடுக்கறாவ. அது மட்டுமில்லாம நம்ம ‘பாயிண்டுக்கு’ வண்டி வாறதுக்கு முன்னால ஒரு ‘மெசேஜ்’ கூட வரும்.ஆனா, அரசு பஸ் எங்க நிக்குதுன்னு யாருக்குமே தெரியாது. நம்ம மேலச்செவல்காரரு, எனக்குனு வாங்கினதையும் குடிச்சிட்டு, பயங்கர கொசுக்கடிலயும் சிரிச்சுட்டே நின்னாப்புல.மதுரை, நெல்லை, கன்னியாகுமரி, நாஞ்சில் நாடுன்னு நம்ம பக்க தமிழெல்லாம் எதிரொலிக்கிறப்பத் தான், “எல்லா தீவாளி வண்டியும் பை-பாஸ்லயே நிறுத்திட்டானாம்யா. கோயம்பேட்டுல இருக்குறவனுக்கே வண்டி வல்லயாம்”னு, ஒருத்தன் சொன்னான்.
நாசமா போச்சு. பெருங்களத்தூர் பஸ் ஸ்டாப் கட்டணக் கழிப்பிடத்துல தான் தீவாளிக் குளியலைப் போடணும்னு தலையில எழுதி இருந்தா என்ன பண்ண முடியும்?
அடப்போங்க… குளியல் என்ன, கூடி நின்ன கூட்டத்தால, ஒண்ணுக்குக் கூட இருக்க முடியாத நெலம! ‘டாஸ்மாக்குல’ பத்து மணிக்கு முன்னாடி போய், ரெண்டு பீர் குடிச்சவன் எல்லாம் என்ன பண்ணனும்னு தெரியாம தவிச்சுட்டானுவ. கண்ணுல மரண பீதி.கூட்டத்தைக் கட்டுப்படுத்த போலீஸ் கூட இல்ல. பொம்பளையாள் இருக்குற எடத்துல முக்கால்வாசி பயலுவ குடிச்சிருந்தானுவோ, எதுனா எக்குத் தப்பு நடந்தா பாக்கக் கூட யாருமில்ல. ஒரு வேளை தப்பைத் தட்டிக் கேக்க நம்ம இங்க இருக்கோம்னு அவிங்களுக்கு தெரிஞ்சிருக்கோ என்னமோ!
ஒருவழியா, 12 மணி வாக்குல பஸ் வந்து, நின்னப்போ மேலச்சேவல் நல்ல தூக்கம். ‘சரி ஊர்க்காரனாச்சே’னு ஏத்தி விட்டா, ‘கண்டக்டர்’கிட்ட அப்பத்தான் டிக்கெட் வாங்க துட்டை நீட்டுறான்! கண்டக்டரு, என்னல்லாம் வைய்ய முடியுமோ வைஞ்சிட்டு, டிரைவருக்கு பின்னாடி இருந்த ஒரு எடத்துல உட்கார வெச்சுட்டார்.

‘நல்ல வேளை, இவன் எனக்குப் பக்கத்துல இருக்குற சீட்டுக்கு வரலை’னு சந்தோஷமா போய் பார்த்தா, எனக்குப் பக்கத்துல அவனையும்விட மொரட்டுக் குடிகாரன் ஒருத்தன்! தலையெழுத்து.’12 மணிக்கு வந்தாலும், நாலு மணிக்குள்ள ஊரு போய்ச் சேர்ந்துருவேன்’ங்கற வெறியில நம்ம டிரைவர் ஓட்டினாரு பாருங்க…பஸ்ல குடிச்சிருந்த அத்தனை பேரும், ரெண்டு வாரத்துக்கு முன்னாடி சாப்பிட்டது வரைக்கும் வாந்தி எடுத்துட்டாங்க.அதுலயும் நம்ம முன்சீட்காரர், டிரைவர் முதுகுலயே வாந்தி எடுத்து, அதனால வண்டி ஒரு அஞ்சு நிமிஷம் நின்னு கெளம்பிச்சு.இதெல்லாம் தாண்டி, காலைல 11 மணிக்கு வீட்டுக்கு வந்தப்போ, சொந்தக்காரன், பங்காளினு எல்லா பயலும் படத்துக்கு போயிட்டானுவோ. ச்ேச… இவ்வளவு கஷ்டப்பட்டு வந்து, என்னத்தக் கண்டோம்?காலைல எண்ணெய் தேச்சுக் குளிக்க, பட்டாசு வெடிக்க எல்லாம் பாக்கியமே இல்லாம, பட்டணத்து வாழ்க்கைக்கு திரும்புறதுக்கு, தீவாளி முடிஞ்ச அடுத்த நாளே பஸ்சுக்கு வந்து நின்னேன்.
“பாஸ்! சென்னைல எங்க?”
“அம்பத்தூர்.”
“ஒரு அஞ்சு நிமிசம் நம்ம பைய பாத்துகிடுதியளா? இந்தா வந்திருதேன்…”
“நான் ஊருக்கே போகலைடா!!”

source::: Dinamalar…Tamil Daily

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