I should agree that though he looked a beggar, his
appearance struck an undesirable chord somewhere inside my system. The
reverberations lasted for a few more minutes even after he left. He wore a
shabby and tattered shirt, his hair looked like a beehive and it seemed a
blackish liquid had been applied all over his body. He wore a shoe on his right
leg without a sock, and the shoe had an enormous hole at the top front. He was
skinny but had a firm skeleton. Though his posture suggested that he stood in
front of me for want of a one rupee coin, his stubborn gaze told a different
story. His eyes were shining like a pair of fire balls, and it seemed that at any
time he could spit fire through his eyes. I grew nervous as I observed him
closely. Not out of compassion for a fellow human being but with an interminable
desire to get rid off him, I decided to offer him something. I fumbled in my
shirt pocket for a feel of the metal and found one. When I took it out I was
upset to see a five rupee coin. Certainly I had no intention to gift a stray
beggar a five rupee coin, which could buy you a cup of tea or enable you to
travel back home in a bus. Five rupees is precious money. But then I had to
erase his presence from my surrounding. With him gazing at me as if I have
committed an irredeemable crime, I could not even stand peacefully. Half
heartedly I dropped the coin in his palm. He did not thank me, I didn’t expect
him to. He stood there still and wore the same malicious look on his face; I
didn’t expect his expression to change either, for some inexplicable reasons.
Somehow I felt obliged to do whatever he demanded. I started to fear that he
would never leave me. May be he would like to take me with him, to wherever he
went. I remembered in a Tamil movie starred by the Tamil super star Rajini
Kanth, the hero was taken by a beggar to the Himalayas through many secret
ways. There he would meet a lot of rishis and avatars. He would be awarded a
number of boons. I could not suppress my smile at the thought of this. But his
stare grew unforgiving at the sight of my smile. I contemplated whether to shoo
him off myself, but gave up the thought and looked in the opposite direction.
Kooduthurai temple Gopuram was in view, the letters Shiva, Shiva were prominently visible on the Gopuram. I could sense
he was still staring at me and I started wondering whether I should leave from
that place.
‘Hey man, how do you do?’ the unmistakable voice of Rama
Krishnan echoed from behind. I turned abruptly to see a fast approaching Rama
Krishnan. While he came closer to me, the beggar took leave immediately. I felt
immensely relieved. I took my mobile and switched it off. I didn’t want
disturbance during my conversation with him.
‘Hello sir, Vanakkam. How are you?’ I greeted him
with a smile.
‘Mm... I am all right. You seemed to have forgotten
all of us. Think about us some time man. Don’t forget your past,’
I smiled hesitantly. ‘It’s not like that sir, I was
a little busy at a function in my in laws’’
‘Have you had something? Come on let’s have tea,’ he
said. Grabbing my left shoulder, he dragged me into the teashop. He shouted his
requirement to the tea master; two cups of milk tea, one with less sugar and
two lentil vadas. We stood crammed in the little space that was available
inside the teashop and waited for the tea to be served.
The foam was present at least a quarter of an inch
thick on top of the tea and I had to blow out the foam in order to find my tea.
Rama Krishnan was doing the same. Almost everyone in Tamil Nadu does the same.
You need to mention that you need the tea without any foam when you order. Some
intelligent people do. They must have prepared the vada in the morning. It was
cold and rough like leather.
Rama Krishnan suggested as there is no space inside
the teashop and in his room his room mate will be present, it would be better
if we went into Kooduthurai temple to have a long talk. Well, the temple closed
at eight in the evening after the final puja, but still we could sit on the
temple veranda and talk for some time he said.
to be contd. . .
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