UNDELUDED BY THE DELUGE

UNDELUDED BY THE DELUGE

Onam Aashamsukal !

I was looking forward to the Independence Day week mini vacation. Our teachers’ trip to Vagamon & Munnar was on the anvil. Though it had been a fortnight of bad news, locally for us, and a hectic one too, a break in the hills with friends would have been the perfect antidote to the prevailing morose scene.

Meanwhile, the news of rains in the western ghats started coming in the news as a trickle. The trickle gained volume and now it had the potential to disrupt our planned activities during the trip. But the weekend before our scheduled departure it had turned into a deluge, especially in the places in our itinerary. It was throwing normal life out of gear in Kerala, the state that is entirely bordered by the ghats on its east. Hence, our trip was cancelled, for the third time, for reasons beyond our control.

Though it was a disappointment, it also paved way for some relaxed time at home. And so, I was savouring the time off. By now, the deluge was turning into a catastrophe. God’s Own Country was flooded. It was nothing like this generation had seen. An entire state was underwater, in historic proportions. The unrelenting rainfall was adding to the woes. Many of my friends were updating their status as ‘safe’ in the ‘flooding across Kerala’. A few of them were already engaging themselves in rescue & relief work. I made calls to some of my dear friends in Kerala to ascertain their safety. Though they were safe, they painted a grim picture of their surroundings.

The situation reminded me of the Chennai & Cuddalore floods of December 2015. I was reminded of how the staff of our school had responded then to the crisis. We had sent messages to parents about the collection drive for the floods, stationed buses at vantage points in our town, collected materials that were contributed, segregated & made them into family kits in our campus. This was all done in two days, inspite of the rain holidays & inspite of the fact that many of our own neighborhoods were also affected.

Forward to the present, we were thinking of some similar project. It was a 5-day holiday again. As we were finding how best to respond to the current crisis, I got messages from my 12th grade students regarding this. They wanted to collect relief materials. They even had come up with a rough poster. I conveyed to my Principal the plan the students had put forth and she quickly & enthusiastically approved the same. She gave her full support, as usual.

So we finalized the poster after back & forth corrections which the students edited multiple times. They printed the posters and stuck it on some most visited commercial establishments in town. Their social awareness group ‘Cognizance’ played an active part in this. Our school website & Facebook pages were updated with the poster. On Monday, the day the full school reopened after the holidays, the Student Council of std 12 put up an Assembly in school to create awareness among students and to motivate them to contribute.

But a few did not need any motivation; they had brought in materials on Monday itself after seeing the poster in the websites. This was how the trickle started. We wanted cartons to segregate & pack. A random call to a packaging manufacturing company, whose proprietor turned out to be our school parent, brought in perfect sized boxes, for which he refused to take a payment. Over the next four days we carved out some time in our packed academic schedule to collect, sort, segregate, pack & label the materials.

The 11th graders quickly grasped what was to be done & meticulously carried out the work. A handful of 12th graders would check with me every evening to see what materials were needed & brought in those supplies everyday, inspite of me telling them that they have contributed enough. Parents and teachers contributed generously. One parent, a garment store owner gifted huge sacks of dresses and blankets, worth tens of thousands. Teachers brought in cleaning supplies. But the best contribution came from the housekeeping staff. One of them came and told that they have collected RS.5000 and asked for suggestions on what to contribute. I left it to their choice. The next morning they added around fifteen numbers of 5kg bags of rice and 1kg packets of toor dal. Our team was humbled and enthused by this gesture. The trickle of empathy initiated by students had turned into a deluge of compassion.

An attender from our stores department suggested and helped us pack a carton of the sturdy synthetic bags in which the supplies were given. He said these bags will be helpful in distribution of relief in camps and homes across Kerala. Such was the thoughtfulness employed by each one involved in this project.

After deliberations, we decided to hand over our relief consignment to Jipmer hospital, which was doing a commendable job by sending medical teams and supplies. Students with the help of drivers loaded the materials in our school bus and we reached the hospital campus. Two staff were waiting to receive us. Seeing our bus full of supplies, one of them rang up a few people to come over to the auditorium to help unload. But our students did not wait for help and started unloading. Within a few moments everything was unloaded and neatly arranged. The return trip to school was a relaxed fun journey.

By evening I got a message from one of the doctors that the materials from The Study was well segregated & packed, which saved their volunteers extra work. This was a testament to the diligent work done by our students. The notable fact is that it was done with empathy, and compassion. A joint effort by all in our school and driven by students.

David W. Orr, an environmentalist and environmental educationist writes in his book, Ecological Literacy:Educating Our Children for a Sustainable World “The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.” — David W. Orr, Ecological Literacy:Educating Our Children for a Sustainable World

The world will pass on to a wonderful generation which can traverse the virtual world and the real world seamlessly, negotiating the digital space with their technological expertise and enhancing the real world with humane qualities.

I write this piece not for publicity, but to highlight the fact that our world will be safe with our succeeding generations. Also, an institution which gives space for students to explore their humanitarian side will help in creating a peaceful world. Whatsoever controversies the heads in power create, the people-to-people connect across borders and breaking barriers is what matters in ensuring a great world to live in, for all.

Wishing my friends a great Onam and a greater year ahead.

~Punitha Lakshmi

#keralafloodrelief #keralafloods2018 #standwithkerala

CRUISING CINDRELLA ~~PEDESTRIAN’S PROGRESS~~

For the last few months I have been unable to take time off for an adventure trip and this upset me quite a bit. And then, today I walked on the roads of Pondy during peak hours. Oh, what an adventure it was !!
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I walked to combine transportation & fitness purposes ! Ok, I admit, I tried to delay my unavoidable urgent visit to my dentist by an hour by walking to the dental clinic a few kms away 😦
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The simple roads transformed themselves into adventure elements – small hillocks (dug & piled up soil), peaks (flyover pillars in progress), gorges (narrow paths between illegally double parked vehicles), rubble course (construction blue metal splattered on the roads), scaling cliffs (racing past buses occupying the roads by almost sticking to it so as to avoid being hit by moving vehicles), watering holes (Pondy special of course!), hunter packs (street dogs zealously guarding their territory), trap pits (holes for cables etc yet to be closed), charging & roaring wild life (brain-shattering speeding drivers with non-stop honking) and deer-caught-in-headlight-scenes (pedestrians like me !!) !!
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Pedestrians are an endangered species in Indian cities. And, at this rate of development, they may soon become extinct ! Reserved walkways need to be created at the earliest to save this species !
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~ Punitha Lakshmi

Missing in Action – Sadya to Superfast !

I was flying down the stairs…. A green flag swaying a few feet below… A trumpet like sound blowing from a distance… And me waving my hand enthusiastically at the flag… I felt like a Maniratnam movie heroine in the climax of a romcom movie…
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No this is not a dream sequence from a movie… These were the thrilling moments from my day today.
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This is how the scene unfolded. Just an hour earlier before this scene, I was enjoying a nice Sadya, A Kerala feast, for lunch. My friend Sitara’s mother, Bhavani Aunty, had arranged a tasty spread, in the traditional manner.
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The Lunch

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Sitara and me after a quick shopping session, sat down the kids for the treat. All of us had devised individual customized algorithms to maximize the sadya experience. I for example started with ada pradaman, and ended with the same, and punctuated every dish like pulichery, olan and erichery with ada pradaman payasams ! The kids scooped the payasam in the poli and devoured it.
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The ticking of the clock in the dining hall was the reminder that we cannot be sitting in an endless loop of the sadya ; we had a train to catch !! We somehow halfheartedly got away from the table.
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Sadya !

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The dear friends, Abhimanyu-Tharan & Rahul-Ananth tried to play till the last minute. That was their way of saying goodbye.
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We were ready, but the driver was missing ! My friend called him and he said he was on his way. Probably he too was having a great lunch ! At long last he came, and we had about 15 minutes to catch the train. He raced through the streets of Trivandrum, and we literally jumped out of the car at the station. Two porters chatting casually and having a leisurely afternoon, were pressed into active mode with our arrival. I said we had 2 minutes to get on our train, and told them the train name. They seemed to accept the challenge ! My kids and me sprinted across the platforms and impatiently walked up the moving escalator and ran across the over bridge. We were following the racing porters blindly, as I had no clue as to which platform we were to board. As we were crossing the bridge, they slowed down. I was puzzled. They simply said ‘train poiyee’. I refused to believe and thought that according to IST, there were another 10 minutes for the train to leave. But they pointed a moving train to me. It was just starting and I was hoping to catch it. I motivated them that we can and my kids ran ahead trying to stop the train.
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This is the place where the first scene falls in place. As I was waving out frantically to the guard holding the green flag, he looked at me and I shouted stop. My voice would not have reached him definitely.
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Did I say earlier that I felt like a Maniratnam heroine in a climax scene ??!!  Well, that was when I felt hopeful of catching the train. Now I actually felt like Kamal Haasan in ‘Moondram Pirai’ movie climax waving out to an unacknowledging Sridevi in the train 😦 ;(.
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The train kept moving and I believed I could still board the train. Then the train disappeared. The Jan Shatabdi from Trivandrum to Trichur had left platform no:4 at 2.20 p.m, On Time.
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We came to a standstill – the kids, me, porters et al. The other people on the platform too, as they tried to understand our plight. The porters set our luggage down, and a small crowd had gathered around us. I decided not to shed any tear. But I felt lost.
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The people there assumed I understood Malayalam and spoke rapidly asking about our problem; I assumed that they could understand my Malayalam and spoke quickly asking if there was anyway to stop the train or what the next station was. I was surprised by how well I could speak Malayalam, in that panic mode !!
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Somebody said that a Chennai express was departing in 39 minutes. Somebody else said that Nizamuddin Super fast will be starting in another 10 minutes, from the same platform. They offered suggestions to cancel the previous, buy a new ticket, talk to TTE etc etc. My kids were suggesting that we should probably go back to their friends’ grandma’s home, as they can continue playing 😉
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Kids Playing

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I made a quick decision. I decided to try the Nizamuddin. I asked the porters for the charge, and they simply said that they will load our luggage in the new train first, and did not say anything about the money. The train arrived soon enough.
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A couple of people helped us find the AC coach and the porters found empty seats and arranged our luggage. Somebody said that I could convert the previous ticket to this train, but the porters said that it is better to get open general tickets. Seeing that I was travelling with 2 kids and few luggages, they offered to go and buy the tickets. I gave him the money and he got 3 sleeper class tickets.
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I sat down, gingerly, as I was not sure if the TTE would allow us to travel in this compartment. But the kids were already playing live snakes and ladders by climbing up and down the berths !  I noticed the many missed calls from Sitara, who was anxious about whether we were able to board the train, Jan Shatabdi that is. Bhavani aunty too was anxious it seems, probably thinking we spent too much time eating ! But traditional authentic food deserves time, even if it means missing trains 😉
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When the TTE came, I showed him both the tickets, and I had to pay the balance fare (SL to AC).
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We had upgraded ourselves from chair to berth, and express to superfast – albeit at a cost. Experiences like these help us to realize that some strangers are still helpful, that labourers go the extra mile in helping customers, friends care, and, that one can have a feast and still catch a super fast 😉
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Hues of Green - from the train window !

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I am relaxing in my seat now, enjoying the varied hues of green that Kerala covers itself with 🙂
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~Punitha Lakshmi

THE LIGHT OF COMPASSION

The Light of Compassion

The Light of Compassion

THE LIGHT OF COMPASSION

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A soul in compassion ,

A heart in expansion ;

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When the borders dissolve ,

Humanity as one evolves ;

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Who are these You and I ?

There is none in Divine’s Eye  ;

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I, Me and Mine creates a boundary ,

And puts Existence in contrary ;

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The infinite ‘emptiness’ of ether ,

Does not accomodate any ‘other’ ;

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Why is all behind a shroud ?

Is this the set way it should ?

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As we unveil curtain by curtain ,

The Light shall shine for certain.

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Gently radiate the spirit of Unison ,

Let shine the Light of Compassion .

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~Punitha Lakshmi

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This post is for the 1000 Voices of Compassion. #1000Speak .

Compassion – a work in progress