Sunday, July 27. 9,45 pm , Chennai.
I was waiting for my friend. I left home telling that I have
to board the bus at 9.30, two hours earlier than the actual time; simply
because I wanted to spend a decent time with him. Exactly opposite to the
Koyambedu Moffusill bus stand is the Police station. I was standing in front of
its gate and called my friend.
Gowri: Yes macha… How are you?
I: You idiot, I told you that I am waiting in Koyambedu for
you. Where the hell are you?
Gowri: Oh ya. Sorry. That should have been ‘Where are you?’
:p I’m on my way. Tell me where you are waiting.
I: I am waiting in front of the Police station.
Gowri : Done. I’ll be there in 15 mins. I crossed Guindy.
It actually takes at least 45 minutes to reach Koyambedu
from Guindy , during Weekends.
Gowri is indeed new to Chennai.
‘Go .. Go and get me the papers. Or let me file the case’,
Shouted in anger , a mid aged COP.
Going inside the Police station were 3 men carrying a bike, towed.
It was a Black Honda Shine.
I was looking at them, turning my head slowly towards them.
‘Anga paakadha thambi. Vedikka pakradhukku kuda Fine
poduvanga’ (Don’t look there, my boy. They would fine you for even staring at
them), uttered a lady voice.
I turned and threw a smile at her. She is an Auto driver. In
Chennai, it is very rare to find Lady Auto drivers. And finding one, being
active after 9 pm is almost impossible.
I got an insight that I have met the impossible J .
‘Yenga poganum thambi?’ , She. (Where do you want to go?)
‘Bangalore’, I. She might not have got impressed with that
answer. I was sure that she was
expecting someone who could do justice and help her for why she is there even
so late.
She gave a very hopeless reaction. Taking off her Khakhi
shirt, which she wore on top of a typical south Indian Saree.
She started counting her day’s income. I saw her face. Not
the money. She was so curious, expecting few hundred more than the previous
day’s collection.
‘Seems you had a good day. Why would you suffer more? You
can leave to your home and sleep peacefully’, I said.
‘Peace? :D haha. Peace, Happy, Luxury .. We people who
struggle for survival, cannot imagine of all these, my boy’ She worried.
I personally don’t believe it. I believe every living being
in the planet is equally blessed with Happiness and sorrows. It is just a matter of how weak we are, which
makes them sound so complex and complicated.
‘Where are you from?’ I asked her.
She was calling for some people, looking for her next
sawari. She didn’t listen to me.
‘Akka, Where are you from?’, I did again.
‘Ayanavaram thambi’ , She.
It is little far from where we were.
Ting!! Blinked my BlackBerry. Message from my friend, asking whether I have
started. I replied No and saw the time.
It was already 10.15.
I wondered how she
could go back to her home at this time.
‘Family?’ , I.
‘Two boys and a little girl’, She.
‘Husband?’, I.
‘No more’, She.
I wish there exist a minute of silence, for me to take it.
But she continued.
‘That mid aged Fu*** COP who was shouting a little while
ago, was the one who killed my man.’
I needed a break now. My friend was calling. He would’ve
reached. I didn’t mind.
She continued, ‘He was a drunkard. Used to sell vegetables
here in this area. He was arrested as a witnessed individual during a local
riot here last year. Came back as dead body from this Police station.’
She told it so casually, like narrating a comic to a kid. I
was stunned. Completely forgot the luggage I had. It was a CPU cabinet, stuffed
inside a big shopper bag by my uncle. I had to hand that over to my cousin who
stays in Bangalore.
‘Take care of your luggage, my boy’, She. ‘You must be
careful. Chennai has got some clever thieves’, she smiled.
‘Even my boy wanted a box like this’; (She was pointing the
CPU).
‘Need 3 more thousand to buy that for him. Probably next month, I shall
try getting it for him’ she murmured.
I didn’t have any clue why did she tell all this to me.
Later I realized she was telling that to herself and not to me. I was just
there listening her blabbering.
I wanted to ask about her family. But I hesitated.
July maadham vandhaal……. Rung my blackberry. My friend from
Bangalore.
‘Started macha?’, He.
‘No da. Waiting for the bus’, I.
I cut the call intentionally; only because I wanted continue
talking with her. It was 10.40 then.
When I did cut my call she was on another call. Possibly talking with her
children.
She cut the call and started leaving. ‘Akka, your name?’ I
queried.
‘Leela’, She replied.
‘Ok akka. See you’, I told. And I couldn’t stop asking her ‘But, Why didn’t you appeal or file a case against the injustice that happened to
your husband?’
‘I enquired about all those. I was asked 2500 bucks to file
a case. 15000 as Advocate fee, 5500 for registration. I have just started. I am
left only with this Auto, for which I have to pay EMI every month.’ She
replied.
What could I reply?
I was staring at her. Wondering how could she be so bold
enough? How could she feel that confident even after losing his husband for
doing nothing?
How a 35 year old lady can accept all these and still starve
for a life with so much confidence, when we cannot even digest watching a
celebrity crying on a television reality show?
She is so sure that she will fight against her husband’s murder.
She didn't get any support from the media who could help her big time. She doesn't even seek for that. And being an auto driver, she cannot help her
family, children’s education and also spend money for the court.
Precisely, the point is, Women were called the weaker sex.
They are no more as such.
I always use to say, Women are stronger than men. Men adore
their mom. They learn braveness and courage from their mom. Fear from father.
Men can teach fear. Not courage.
Being courage demands mental toughness. Not physical
fitness.
Men are good in the latter. Women, in the former. That ideally proves Men are weaker mentally.
From the Stone Age, men go out to hunt. Women remain at
home.
It sounds like men are brave. Yes they are. But to remain
isolated at home till the man comes back, needs more courage and mental
perseverance.
What if I say you that men never go for hunting all alone? J That is true, by the
way.
It was already 11.
‘Auto, Ashok nagar?’ asked a college student.
‘Yes sir. Let’s go’, Leela akka.
Wore that Khaki shirt again and kick started the auto. With
the same confidence of getting her son a Computer, and fighting against the
Police. She would earn a mere 80 to 100 rupees in that sawari. But I then realized
, how crucial that matters for her.
RRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmm… Auto left. I saw the back side of it.
TN 04 MK 1948
‘Women have to be brave and bold enough. They must be
allowed to be so. The one who shows or uses Physical ability against a woman is
considered to be the coward’s king. That is why none of the world’s greatest
war has happened with Women and children.
At the same time, almost all the wars
came to an end with an influence of a woman.
The time when a lady can walk on the streets of India
without any problem, then comes the actual freedom.’ – M K Gandhi, 1948.
I was still watching the direction by which the auto left,
even after it was no more visible.
There was a hand on my shoulder. I turned back.
‘You stupid.. What are you doing here? I was searching you, all around the Post office’, Gowri.
All I could do is smile and said ‘Thanks to your bloody ears’...