My daughter has written a beautiful passage about Alex, her dance tailor from Mylapore, and I would love all of you to read it in these days of pandemic.
Here is what she wrote:
“Over the last few days, as I prepare to go back to work, I have been thinking about those workers whose lives would have been highly disrupted by the pandemic. One such person, close to my heart and art, is my dance tailor Alex.
Obviously, dancers have lost their primary source of income, in not being able to perform to live audiences, but there is a whole host of workers, whose craft sustains the dance community, from the crafts people in Kumbakonam who make the small brass bells in the salangai (ankle bells), to those that make our jewelry and costumes, and the technicians that ensure good sound and light on stage.
Many of these skilled people, cannot re-train to do other jobs, many like my dance tailor Alex, are 3rd or 4th generation in their family to carry on in their line of work and they excel at it!
Earlier this week, I was asked by one of my lovely dance students Isabelle, to film a short dance sequence for one of her Ashram's online programmes. I had chosen the dances to perform and was looking for a suitable costume and my eyes fell on the one that I am wearing in the photo.
This costume is wonderfully made, lined with heavy cotton, which makes it 'fall' beautifully and rather than being made from a saree, it is made from two 'pavadais' or skirt bits, from Rasi, a Mylapore institution. I remember Alex advising me to keep it simple and not have a huge fan in the middle and making a contrasting blouse out of spare material that he had in his workshop. He could have easily refused my request that without the full sari a costume was impossible. But the artist in him made him think laterally and make me happy! He has an impeccable eye and even today, if I suggest something less than elegant, he gently and politely, but very firmly steers my tastes in the right direction! This costume was made in 2003 and still looks fresh, crisp and timeless. On a lighter note, I am so thankful that it still fits!!
For me, no trip to Madras is complete without a visit to Alex, my husband will vouch for the fact that Alex is the first person I arrange to meet when I arrive, and the last person to see before we leave, as he has the charming (and slightly alarming) habit of bringing the finished costumes, just hours before I have to leave for the airport!
Alex now makes costumes for my entire dance company of 16 ladies, and shows the same dedication to mass stitching, as he did, all those years ago to my single costume!
The point that I am trying to make, is to ask all of you, my friends, to give business, if you can, to people like this, who have no other means of earning an income, who have families that depend on them, who unlike most of us will not be paid for not working, who would have had to close their business temporarily because social distancing is impossible in their workshops etc. If you know anyone in your circle who is in this situation, please make sure you continue to support them.
I have already planned to give a whole new commission from my dance class, to Alex, I just hope that he manages to survive the disruption of the pandemic until then.”
As I read this in the Facebook, I was reminded of an incident that happened not long ago when a man came home and knocked at our door. I couldn’t recognise him. Who is this? Is he one among the fraudsters who want to cheat you under various garbs in the name of some non-existing institutions, orphanages etc.? They usually carry a printed note requesting donations. But this man smiles at me and enquires about the welfare of both of us. Slowly but surely, I recognised the man. He was the book-binder in our organisation. As the income tax department could scrutinise our records, it was necessary to maintain the records for at least 10 years. Added to this, there was the requirement of the quality department regarding the production process documentations. The binder’s work was perennial. His earnings so good that he has built a house for his only daughter and invited us for the house warming ceremony. As I was standing inside the gate wearing my corona mask he was standing on the other side. Our tete a tete went in this manner for some time and I bid farewell to him with the advice to take care of his family’s health.
“Did you give him some money?” my husband asked when I told him about the binder and I blinked and shook my head. His question indeed made me think what if he had come to me for some money. I was all the time thinking of the invitations he extended on various auspicious occasions and assumed that he should be a well to do person. “What if he had invested his entire saving on the house in anticipation of similar income in the future? What if his only daughter is unable to help him now for various reasons? With no job from various institutions his expectations should be a shattered one. I regretted my behaviour! I don’t have his phone number and my enquiry with other colleagues too failed. Then I thought of a person who lives in a village closer to his. I explained to her about my dilemma and she assured me that she would contact her friend in the other village and ask him to meet me. The amount I gave might not be much but, for that man who was in need every single paise, it counted. I wished and hoped that with the opening of many organisations he would again flourish in his trade!!
In the prevailing Pandemic ambience, we in our small way would have thought of people in need in our own surroundings. We would have paid full salary for our maid servants even if they couldn’t come for work. The usual bargaining with the vegetable vendour will not happen. The regular auto driver would be thought of. Drinking water would be provided to the sweepers who work under hot sun. Similar generosity might be happening from inside the house. We would also think about the selflessly serving volunteers and pray for their welfare. Let us give our might during this emergency and make it into a social happening!
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Thursday, 17 September 2020
The artistic entrepreneurs
Monday, 10 August 2020
My man Friday
“Can
you please come home for a few minutes Shanmugam?” I make a call to my
carpenter. He wants to know the problem. I tell him that this continuous
monsoon rains had tightened the bathroom door and needed lot of pressure to
open it. He tells me that he was on a job and can he make it in the evening or
early tomorrow morning? I hesitate and tell him that sir is finding it
difficult to open it. In that case he says he would come in the evening and is
it ok if he was a bit late and I say I don’t mind.
“amma,
please check the door.”
“It
will be ok Shanmugam.”
He
insists that I check and I do it for his satisfaction.
I
open my purse.
“What are you doing amma? It is a minute’s job
and would you want pay for it?”
The
other day I called the nearby plumber to check the over flowing flush tank. It
was a small adjustment inside the flush tank mechanism but like a specialist
medicine man he charged me two fifty rupees. Amidst these hungry men my
Shanmugam was an exception!
“We
are planning to have two cots in the guest room Shanmugam”.
We
will make it with good quality wood and I will give an excellent finish. When
do you need them amma?
But
first where is your estimate?
“What
estimate do I need from amma? He retorts and takes out from his shirt pocket
his two thousand and five hundred proudly, a mannerism he exhibits whenever
there is a financial dealing.
Lot
of insistence later he takes an advance for the cots.
Indeed,
a rich man in heart and soul!
But
there arose a time when he hesitantly stood before me scratching his head.
He
was at home for a minor repair and the usual ‘hurry burry’ ‘see you amma’ lest
I give him some cash was absent that day. “Can I take leave amma?” he said. His
hesitancy persisted. And then he courageously opened up to say “Amma can you
give me some money?”
I
was stunned! “What happened Shanmugam?” Can I give you a cheque? Is it some emergency?”
He
laughed sardonically and showed me a cheque from his usual treasure trove, his
shirt pocket and said “Amma this useless man Modi had indeed made our world topsy-turvy
with his demonetization thing.” The tumultuous crowds at all the banks resemble
a fish market. An unbelievable lengthy queue is there at the ATMs for a measly
sum. This includes the tourists who need hard cash for trivial purchases. His
lamentations were multifarious!
I
too was stranded in my own way. The foreign guests have arrived at home, the
big festival is around the corner and I need hard cash. I call up my husband
who left for our bank quiet early and he says that he is still sitting at the
bank which is even more helpless. It seems that it would take two more hours
for the bank to obtain the cash.
And
here at home stands my man at my mercy. I rush inside and tilt my shopping
handbag and get three hundred. I was despondent. And then there was a
revelation. My coin box!! Again I rush inside.
The tens fives twos and ones were to the brim. Since I get shoulder pain
with the coins weighing heavily in my hand bag it has become a habit to drop
the coins in the box leaving just a few inside my bag. With the notes and the
coin box I come out.
Have you got a bag Shanmugam?
No
amma but why do I need a bag?
I
hand over to him the rupee notes and ask him to fill his pant pockets with the
coins. Both his pockets overflowed and coins splattered all over. I pick them
up and hand it to him.
Amma,
amma……. were the words he could say. He was in tears.
My
rich man stood there like a mendicant thanks to the handiwork of that noble
man!!
I
don’t know how he came as a carpenter into the organization where I was working
but it was the beginning of an association worth its value in gold. Not a
regular employee but he was there at our beck and call.
He
was doing those occasional jobs there even after I retired
One
day when he came home, he told me that he was not going there anymore.
“Why
Shanmugam? They are good paymasters. You can continue.”
“Amma
you remember the pongaya tree you planted near the security room? As we enter
inside the cool breeze from it will welcome you. That tree had been cut down
now. What you now get is the heat within and without. Gone are those days when
the staff asked me if I had my lunch and take me along to the canteen with a
pat at my back. Nowadays no one even look at your eyes to talk.”
I
was at a loss for words!
Family
planning was not Shanmugam’s forte. He would happily say that he has three
girls and a boy.
“Are
they all studying especially the girls? Make sure that they also study.” My
tone was authoritative. At that moment my mother’s gene should have gained
potency in me, the dear lady who made sure that her six daughters would go for
higher education just like her four boys in spite of the conservative society
wherein it was a common phenomenon to get the girls married off as quickly as
possible. The man looked pained. “Amma my elder daughter had finished her MCA
and got a good job in a company. The next daughter is doing her BSc computer
science. Son is in the engineering college. And the little one is in tenth
standard.” I was stunned and regretting my statement said “Sorry Shanmugam that
I was a bit rude.” Then I told him about my mum!!
“Think
I am your mother’s disciple” he said and continued
“Amma
there is a generous man who gives me the money whenever I needed to meet my
commitments to the children and I always repay the amount in bits and pieces
which he doesn’t mind. Apart from this good-hearted man another more important
factor plays a big role in my life. But for my wife I am nothing amma. She
manages the house hold very thoroughly. The money we earn should be given to
her and she administers the whole show. Once a week she would pull me to the
Koyembedu wholesale market for the purchase of fruits vegetable and groceries
where it is really cheap. Carrying the loads, we would board the bus and thank
God the bus stop is closer to our house.
Every
day morning she keeps glass of pomegranate juice for every one and the big
bunch of bananas always hangs in the kitchen for the children to pluck. The
fruits are really cheap in Koyambedu amma. Can I get you a box of pomegranate
for amma? In Besant Nagar you have to pay exorbitant price?
“Don’t
bother Shanmugam. You need not bring it from all the way?
“Am
I going to carry it from there? Tie to the vehicle and it comes to your door
step.
The
conversation goes back to his wife. “She uses just the ration rice for cooking
but her cooking is delicious Amma. She would pack five boxes in the morning.
The children are never given any pocket money. Her argument is that the
government given free bus pass is there and the food is ready. When they come
in the evening there is the home-made tiffin. After their allotted work is done
their job is to sit and study. But amma she is indeed a hard task master! If
the work is not done to perfection, she wouldn’t mind thrashing the children
including the boy. But my children never ever open their mouth! Now she has 15
sovereigns in her hand for the eldest girl and now that the elder one is earning;
she would manage save for the next one!”
Thus,
goes the story. Now all the three girls are well settled and now he is on the
lookout for a bride to his only son.
One
day he came home to tell me that the coming Sunday they are putting bangles for
the youngest daughter and handing over a bag said” Amma all murukus, laddu and
other items are prepared by my wife. She makes it hundreds amma!! Taste and see
and you will love it.” And this was his third bag for the bangle ceremony. All
the three daughters are blessed with children. These bags are for me apart from
the Deepavali sweets!!
“Amma
my son has to be settled soon. He is not
getting younger. I have registered his name in our associations. Once that is done,
I am a free man.” He shared with me.
“Don’t worry Shanmugam. Things will happen soon.” I give him the
encouraging words with fervent thoughts.
One day as both of us were sitting in the
verandah the creaky rocking chair reminded us that small renovation is needed.
We bought it may be 20 years back and it needed varnishing too apart from other
things. The lockdown is relaxed now we decided to call Shanmugam.
There
was a lady’s voice was on the call. I said “I am madam on the line. Is
Shanmugam there?” The reply from the other side was gloomy. It was his wife who
said that he had been admitted at Omandurar for corona (the newly constructed
as assembly building by the party which was in power then but vetoed down by
the other party which is in power now and converted into specialty hospital!!)
A month back when I called him to enquire about the general welfare of the
household in these perilous times, he replied that the family is fine and asked
about our health and told us to take care of ourselves. His wife said that
there was scarcity of oxygen cylinder. My daughter in law at GH was duly
informed and she made sure that it was made available to him. As Shanmugam’s
wife was unable to give any details, it was his son who was in touch with my
son who passed on the info to me.
“He
is feeling better it seems.” I rejoiced. This good info continued.
But
one day the message was that “Shanmugam has been moved to intensive care.” I started worrying
It
was an unusual for my son to call me early in the morning.
“Mum
Shanmugam passed away.”
I
froze.
I
closed my eyes. “Dear friend, were you not telling me that you would be free
after you get your son married and what was the hurry now?
“Am
I not that fortunate to have a last chance to look at your face? Can I not
present you with fragrant lily garland?” This corona hath indeed the audacity
to wipe away life’s little nuances.
But
be sure my friend that the precious friendship within would continue to be
alive till the end of days.
May
you rest in peace.