hi, this is my first blog in 2010..............
blame it on procrastination or lack of interest in blogging or really something interesting did not take place(or came across) in my life for quite a while....
last december, i went to friend's sister marriage in sankarankolvil....Myself with my colleagues had some good time after a long time....(i always dreamt of going to some greener pastures, which actually hasn't happened to me either thru my native or dwelling city......)
we went to kuttralam falls and thenkasi, it was a visual treat to watch those farm lands and water bodies in and around there....
a day before the evening of the marriage, we went to watch the movie 'renigunta'which released on that friday...(i always had this habit to watch movies, to wherever new place i visit....)
we still had some time left for the night show, as the evening show itself didn't got completed....along with our friends, we were chit-chatting, i was able to notice a women in her mid 40’s with torn clothes, unkempt hair, a dark black color covered all over her face, I bet any one would get frightened for her looks…the moment i saw her, she was communicating with me thru her eyes, i felt like some kind of bond being made between us…
i went close to her(but maintained a safe distance) , she was trying to convey something to me…i still advanced further and made myself comfortable with her…it was very cold out there…she was wearing a torn sweater over her already torn saree…..i looked around to give something to eat to her..i spotted a hawker selling “sundal’s”, i bought a pocket gave it to her..(somehow i felt that, the money i gonna give her is of no use)
i started asking why she is sitting here… where is her house…has she got married, if so wat abt her husband and children? for all these questions, i got a single answer ‘poyittanga….enna vitutu poyittanga’(left me, they all have left me and gone), the same moment tears got rolling down over my cheeks….
she was saying thanks to me thru her kindful eyes and mind and finally said that ‘i will live a long life, with happy children and wife’
when parting away from her with a pounding heart, my conscience was still killing me a lot of potential questions….
i’m sure i have not made a fortune to her, but only a partly night meals.
we often get confused between beggars and the needy / the mentally challenged ones, the later ones are the real ones, who needs our real helps……………
we often forget our human bondage…we are created to help others and they are awaiting for our help…….
Anbe Sivam
