Four generations:
Three continents: Two world wars: One village
These are tales spanning four generations spread across three continents
in between and after the two world wars of people who set forth under different
circumstances from one small village called Agaramangudi.
The story line traverses through different time lines, locations or
incidents with no particular order. The only order being the
alphabetical one – A to Z meant purposefully for the A to Z challenge. These
posts can be read as standalone posts, but would be best comprehended if
you read them along with their prelude provided as a link.
They were subjected to the kind of benevolence
that no other member of their clan had been a recipient of.
To be continued - N - Nidamangalam -1960
Click here for Prelude K- Karaikkal Port - 1914
Click here for Prelude L-London -2007
M – Mayavaram – 1960
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M – Mayavaram – 1960
Nagammai
was full term pregnant when she alighted the bus at Mayavaram along with her
husband Sivachami Padayachi with their little
daughter Thenmozhi in tow. It was after
a long time that the fragile Nagammai
was coming to her marital home.
After the birth of Thenmozhi, almost 9 years ago, Nagammai suffered a
series of miscarriages a couple of them that could have almost been fatal.
After Nagammai
crossed her seventh month, this time around they were hopeful. Nagammai wanted a boy to carry on the family
line. With that they would be contended with their small family.
Sivachami did not want to take chances
at Agaramangudi where there were not many people from their own clan to help out unless they moved
into the Padayachi settlement at the outskirts of the village. His
work on the farms and the cattle shed at the end of the Agraharam kept him busy all year long . Moreover Nagammai wanted
the comfort of her marital home for her confinement and help to deliver. In Mayavaram, she had her mother, sister in law and other relatives to
run errands and to watch over Thenmozhi .
In the Agraharam
cattle shed, even during good times, cut off completely from her clan she would
feel lonely with no one to run for help or
to catch up on gossip. It was Sivachami’s
home and he would never budge from there. His unflinching loyalty to the Iyer’s and
their lands she admired as well as abhorred.
Her husband signified the epitome of selflessness and the heights of
loyalty. They were never short of money
and means. They were provided for
adequately by the mudalali’s family.
It was ever
since Natesa Iyer migrated to live in Tiruchy and his eldest son Subbu took over to tending the farms, her husband
occupied a prime position in the running of the estate. Her husband was Subbu’s most trusted employee.
Despite the wide gap in their social and economic status, he advised him on
everything from the right time to harvest the paddy, the right price to lease
out the produce from the mango orchard or even in matters on inviting the District collector to inaugurate the launch of street lights
and electricity through the Agraharam.
Sivachami
had an instinctive awareness of everything related to farming, politics and
life in general. He was his mudalali’s
Man Friday on all matters personal and
occupational. He was highly respected by
Subbu’s wife Susee. Susee believed that her rather emotional and somewhat naive
husband could be taken for a ride by other labourers, relatives and outsiders
and felt comforted whenever her husband
trusted and relied on Sivachami’s advise.
There was always a quiet halo of
painfully earned wisdom that emanated from Sivachami. On most occasions he kept himself aloof and was
contented with life.
When Nagammai
got married to Sivachami it was hardly
an occasion. It was a mass marriage
conducted by the Suyamariyadai Iyakkam
, self- respect movement launched by E V
Ramaswamy Naicker. People with humble
means got their daughters married to men who followed his ideals. These were marriages with no priests and
ceremony as the basic belief of Suyamariadai
Iyakkam – self –respect movement was atheism.
Far
from being an atheist, Sivachami religiously prayed at the Anandavalli Ambal temple the reigning deity of Agaramangudi every day before starting his work.
He would never enter the
sanctorum of the temple, but would prostate to the goddess from outside the
main entrance.
Every
time a high caste Brahmin walked past into the temple, people from the lower caste
would lower their Veshti – a white garment
that would be folded and tied up above
the knees on casual occasions. Sivachami Padayachi never had to lower his veshti in anybody’s presence, because he went about his work at his
farm, unseen and unheard by anyone from the Agraharam. But he spent of lot of
time with Subbu.
Nagammai, believed her husband had inherited a mysterious strain of melancholy
from his mother Maragatham Padayachi. She had watched her mother-in-law approach old age and death
with a quiet dignity of a saint. When
her Mother in law died in the same cattle shed that she had lived ever since
Sivachami was born, somewhere she seemed to have bequeathed to her son,
the wisdom and resigned approach to life that enabled him to go about his life
with a detached dignity and distance
from all worldly matters.
Nagammai
had nothing much to complain because her husband neither drank nor beat her in
the night. This was a horror story she had seen being repeatedly
played around in her mother’s house, and
in the entire neighbourhood where she had grown up. Neither could she complain of poverty,
because while they were not rich, they were provided for adequately by her
husband’s benevolent master. They had
never been in debt and she never had to pawn whatever little jewellery she had
when illness or other emergencies struck the family.
Yet, Nagammai
could not say she was happy in her marriage. Her life was blessed with the absence of the usual miseries that afflict her kind, but it
lacked the love and belonging that she yearned for.
Sometimes
she felt selfish about it. Sometimes she
felt cheated about it.
She was
married to a man far too wise for his age, that she could not relate to. Her
husband was not even a doting father to his daughter. After
Thenmozhi was born, Nagammai
found respite and engaged herself pouring out all her maternal love in bringing
up the girl.
When
the series of miscarriages struck her thereafter, she was heartbroken. She
wanted a big family with a lot of children who would make up for all the lack
of love and attachment that she yearned from her husband. Born in
a poverty stricken family as the youngest of the five children she was fragile
and cock-eyed. Malnourished as a child,
she suffered from ailments from time to time.
With an alcoholic for a father, her
mother grew weary with age as she constantly tried to make ends meet
with the hope that when her sons would grow up and daughters be married off,
she could relax in peace. Nagammai’s mother was at that point in her life
where this wish of her’s would soon come true. Her sons were settled well and
her daughters were married off. But for her youngest daughter who was expecting
to deliver soon, all her cares had
been taken care of.
Sivachami left his wife at her mother’s home along with the little daughter and took the evening bus back to Agaramangudi. He said he had to supervise the harvest and therefore excused himself and left the same day.
Sivachami left his wife at her mother’s home along with the little daughter and took the evening bus back to Agaramangudi. He said he had to supervise the harvest and therefore excused himself and left the same day.
It sounds so sad that Nagammai could not find real happiness. At least she had her daughter. The caste system seems like such a detriment to me. Very interesting story
ReplyDeleteRemember this was the 1950's and 1960's . The later years of the century saw the crushing down of the oppression of the caste system . That is what this story attempts to tell over the period of 100 years.
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