Thursday, August 20, 2020

2043

 

 (Published in readingroomco.com )

The year was 2043. Lakshmi and Ayyappadas had decided to get married.  They have been friends for more than three years and now both of them felt mature enough to enter the risky phase of life, so to say! Now it is the turn of their parents to meet and Lakshmi's father being wheelchair bound,  Ayyappadas' parents decided  to visit Lakshmi's house instead of asking Lakshmi and her parents to visit them.

Both the families were in high spirits. Their children's wish is going to get fulfilled. So this is the time for the families to rejoice. Seeing a smiling Lakshmi at the door,  Ayyappadas'  mother held her would be daughter close and kissed lovingly on her forehead. After the initial chit chat, the would be bride and groom set off to roam around in the yard while their parents tried to get to know each other. Ayyappadas' parents, though Tamilians,  spoke good Malayalam. Both of them were central government servants and thus they had the opportunity to live  in Kerala for a long time.

 By the time both of them joined their parents, Lakshmi's mother, a bit panicked,  was  running hither and thither to the kitchen and living room in a hurry. Ayyappadas' mother lovingly grabbed her hands and made her sit near her. They all started exchanging pleasantries. Since the boy and girl themselves had also decided on the modus operandi of the great event, there was not much left for the parents to do. The children were firm about a simple marriage ceremony avoiding all pomp and show to which their parents also pleasantly agreed . In fact, the parents were left with no choice other than to simply agree! So now the parents are left  absolutely free to indulge in their own sweet world!

They were relaxing after lunch, when  Ayyappadas' mother chose to narrate a story.

"Even though we people are from Tamil Nadu, we are fond of  you Malayalees. It was your Sabarimala Ayyappan who gave us our one and only son, know?' Lakshmi's father and mother looked at each other in amazement.

"We had no children for a few years,  it was  then that someone in the neighbourhood suggested worshiping Sabarimala Ayyappan. They had cited the example of your famous singer of yester years too. That bhajan proved beneficial,  we believe, and that is why we called him Ayyappadas. Whenever we call him, we will remember the great lord Ayyappan.'  Ayyappadas' father said. Lakshmi's parents' faces lit up. 

"My father is also an ardent Ayyappa devotee auntie,"  said Lakshmi with a hearty  laugh. "Even though Ayyappadas and I am nit that religious, we had visited Sabarimala last year. It was very convenient since we could straightaway alight at Erumeli Airport. Instead of choosing a taxi up to the temple, we walked up the hill after crossing Pampa and had good fun too."

"Oh, really? Good. Lord Ayyappan doesn't care if one has devotion or not, dear. He welcomes all those who come to meet him."  Then there was a silent pause. Ayyappadas' mother looked lost in thoughts and appeared  a bit sad too.

"I had served him his first morsel of rice there, keeping him on my lap. It was my word to Ayyappa Swamy. Then I went there with him for three years in a row and prayed. That too was my vow, to bring him to Ayyappa's abode until he is five. But ...' Everyone looked at her with great curiosity.

"When we went there in 2018 for the 4th consecutive year, the protesters stopped me, or rather, they chased me as if I had done something formidable. Luckily, the boy was being carried by his father.  A large group of men holding  stones, blocks and sticks chased me and  almost dashed upon me. Somehow or other, I just had a narrow escape, thanks to a police officer. I had to break my vow, and I could visit my favourite deity at his abode only  after 10 years." Her face turned pale in those old horrid memories.

"Lakshmi dear, could you please bring me  a cup of water?" she requested.

Lakshmi noticed her father only when she was coming with water from the kitchen. She noted that her father's face has turned pale and she moved to her father. But her father ignored her and told Ayyappadas' mother,

" Isn't Manithi your real name? A span of 25 years has not brought about much changes to you, it seems. But how about me?" Manithi was shocked to hear that, so do  others who were present there.

"Oh my God! So you know Auntie beforehand?" Lakshmi asked her dad in amazement.

" Yes, I do know her. I  was the leader of  that gang of protesters  who were pelting  stones at the ladies who came for darshan. " Then he hid his face in his palms and began to sob silently. Lakshmi stood shocked. Ayyappadas quietly went out of the room.  After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Manithi and Bhaskar left their seats and moved towards Laksmi's father.

"It 's ok bro, please leave it. I narrated those horrid events just casually, and was not at all aware of your role. It had happened 25 years ago. We will simply leave it. Let us not relive that anymore."

"Ayyappa Swamy must have punished me for my wrong doing on that day, for attacking unarmed women," he said sobbing, looking down at his paralysed legs.

"Hey, please don't say thus bro,' Manithi tried to console him. "Ayyappa Swamy is not a God who retaliates thus. Isn't he the God who announces 'I am thou  thyself'. Even otherwise, how could Gods take revenge on us, helpless human beings?  Aren't they the ones who are supposed to help us?"

Laksmi's dad folded his hands together towards Manithi as a gesture of respect and gratitude. "You are really kind hearted. That is why you could forgive me that easily."

"Shall we make a move now, we have to go a long way," Ayyappadas  reminded his parents, may be in a bid to ease the situation.

"True, but we should meet again, all of you please pay a visit to our house too." Bhaskar did not forget to invite them cordially.

Immediately after they left, Lakshmi went to her room and closed the door. Even her mother couldn't assess if it was sadness, shame or anger that was reflected on her face.

"I myself have spoilt  my daughter's wish, oh my Ayyappa Swamy!" Her dad lamented in anguish. His wife pushed his wheelchair to their bedroom. After settling him in their bed, she came out and sat in the living room empty minded. They have only one daughter...one and only daughter...but still... 

Three long hours passed before Lakshmi  presented herself before her parents. Her face looked calm. Her father and mother were sitting there in silence. The room was not even lit up. Seeing Lakshmi, her dad sobbed  and said: "Oh my dear daughter ! I have spoilt your dreams... "

"Oh, what do you think, Acha? Do you think that they have dropped the marriage proposal because of this? Do you also think likewise Amma?" Asking thus, she burst out into laughter and continued, "Such things were typical of your generation, Acha - caste, religion, family name, wealth, horoscope matching... and what not! Luckily, our generation is not like that. It was we who loved each other and decided to get married too. Marriage is not something thrust upon us like your times. So these things are not going to affect us at all."

"He sent me all those videos and pictures when I demanded to see them. Oh, what a deadly performance was yours, Acha? Lungi folded up, holding the stick and stone in your hands, I felt ashamed to see my father running to attack the women." Her father sat downcast, tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down through cheeks. A shower of remorse falling in front of his daughter for the atrocities he had committed in the past! The daughter sat on the bed, holding him close.

"I have searched the net, it was termed Menstrual Riots, wasn't it? Amma, you are a science graduate, why couldn't you tell  Achan that the monthly period is a natural phenomenon and that it is not impure? You could have thus prevented him from becoming a laughing stock before the generations to come."

"But..mole," Her mother stopped half way.

"She had said that mole. But I was too excited to listen to her, it was as if something gripped me that day ..."

" It was sheer foolishness that gripped you that day, Acha, " thus saying, the daughter burst into laughter again.

"While I was working in Pune, a friend of mine told me once that she doesn't like to utter her family name before anyone, because hers was the illam which did not let Gandhiji in. Now I'm also driven into such an embarrassing situation. If people come to know that the man in that video is my dad...I can't even think of it. Acha, do you know, the Wikipedia page about the riot has pictures too. The most prominent is the  one with you holding sticks and stones. You thought you were doing something great for your lord, but actually you were bringing disgrace to your next generations."

Unable to contain himself, her  father looked down again. "Anyway, let us leave it Acha. Let those bygones be bygones." The daughter made her mother also sit there near her, and  she sat in between the two of them. At times, the caring daughter may become a parent too.

Notes:

1.Achan and Amma- Father and Mother

2. Mole: Affectionate way of saluting a daughter

3. Manithi- was the name of a Tamil women's organisation whose members paid a visit to the Sabarimala temple during 2018,  consequent to a court order of the Apex court of India. They were welcomed with stones and sticks by a certain group of people at the temple premises. I have used it purposely as a lady's name here.

3. Menstrual riot: There was an apex court order in 2018 allowing women between 10 and 50 years to enter the famous hilltop shrine Sabarimala  where  Ayyappa  is the deity. The order was met with strong opposition from a certain set of people, mostly belonging to a political party.

4. Thatwamasi: is a Sanskrit phrase which has been inscribed at the temple's entry. This word can be translated as " You are that," "It's you", "I am thou  thyself,"  "You are me" too.

5. Lungi-a garment similar to a sarong, wrapped around the waist and extending to the ankles

6. Illam: The house of Nampoothiri castes in Kerala

Sreelatha S
20.08.2020

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