That was a plain
road, wet after rain, in middle of woods, pleasantness of evening added beauty
to it and willow trees stood on both the sides of the road. Leafs scattered here and there on the wet road,
water stagnated between trees, few yellowish leafs and water drizzles hanged in
the air without moving or falling down. In the right most corner, below a tree a pop
up raised. It was an outlook pop up
alerting a mail has come. When we do not
understand something we say that it looks like Greek and Latin, even this
looked something like that for me; the mail subject was a Greek word ὀρφανός which
meant ‘Orphaned’. That was the Inception of Siragugal and the
mail is from the one whom many a times revitalized Siragugal since the inception.
I seldom visit an
orphanage or an old age home. I felt
people out there where not scientific inventions placed in exhibition for us to
visit, or at least it is not the place for us to prove that we are better than
those residing there. Those are the torn
souls of life who are in need of peace; they are the caged spirits who need least
of disturbance. A toddler
broke all my idiotic ideologies when I visited a home or a school where
children are made orphan by their living parents. His name is Tirupathi, when I was with my team the air was normal,
looked as if everything was fine and children out there were happy, I even wonder
whether this how all orphanages will look like!
I saw a boy who
was crying; I went near and asked him why he should cry when all others were
happy. He said he want to go home. I understood least of what was happening
there. He told me that his parents left him
there two days back. Gosh! This is a school/hostel
for orphan children and why the hell should parents leave their child here and
go! Slowly things entered inside my slow
processor. The place where I was is one
where children are left orphan by their own parents since they could not offer food
and education for them. This was just
one reason which looked okay for me comparing to other reason which the warden
of the hostel told me.
Since everybody
else seemed fine with their feelings though they have their own pangs for which
they are responsible not, I moved close with Thirupathi slowly he started
playing and laughing with all of us. I
had lot of emotional feels when I looked the way my team folks moved with those
kids. When it was time for supper,
everybody – around 180 children – sat in their own way of seating arrangement. Supper time started with a 2 minute prayer and
we were asked to serve to all 180. In
half the way I was totally tired and could not move an inch. I went to Thirupathi, he doesn’t look like
eating. I asked him whether he will give
me his food. He feed me with his tiny
hands. Though the feel filled my eyes,
the taste has cut my nerves and the throat resisted the food to go inside. That gave me a lump in my throat, the bitter
taste. Can somebody eat such a bitter
food! That was a bitter punishment God
has cursed them than making them an orphan.
Looking at Thirupathi few more kids wanted to feed me. I didn’t resist, I just allowed that
bitterest rice to go inside, my stomach was full, may not be because of the
food but with the love of those sweet hands.
Warden of the
hostel started telling me stories of few notable children. For many years I was
thinking only children without parents are the orphans but I heard a different
version from a man who looks after that school where Gods are left orphan (Oh!
Do not we say children’s are like Gods, that is what I meant). Without father or mother, with mother but no
father, with father but no mother, with father and his wife who is not the
mother, with mother and her husband who is not the father, with many fathers,
WITH FATHER AND MOTHER but still an orphan, let me stop the list which could go
bad. It was too heavy for me in heart to
carry those feelings home. When we
started from there I searched for Thirupathi and he came running to me,
smiling. That smile broke all my
ideologies into pieces. I do not know
whether those kids are really happy that we visited them but I was very much
happy that I made that little kid smile.
Coming back to the inception
of Siragugal: the first meeting was to discuss on deciding the name for the
group. When everybody suggested some
name I too suggested a name; Kathal (love) and everybody gave me a weird look
at me as if I came out directly from some mental asylum. Okay, time for me to be silent I thought. Siragual, name which was voiced loud and most
agreed to it. When deciding name was
under discussion, a lovely name suggestion came to the plate, Swasam (that was
a suggestion from one of our member’s soul mate) which I liked too. Siragugal – the name for the group was
finally decided, whole heartedly.
Two homes was
short listed – NEST and Roshini – The first Visit by team Siragugal was to NEST
home in Thirumullaivoyal and visit to Roshini home, Kovilambakkam has been
lined up. In between a sudden plan to
visit Kakum karangal which is in Palavakam has been decided and that too went
well. I missed both so I do not know how
much our people enjoyed being there. After
a short break, visit to Roshini home came again to table and I pushed myself to
join our people and had a great time there.
That was yet another soul soothing day with those kids in Roshini.
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