This incident shows how we all love
them more than anything else… it comes first .. without which we may be missing
something. The role they play in our lives is much more than anything that
anyone can ever think of.
More often than not, even a morning
doesn’t pass without him chanting aloud
an “Om Swamiye Sharanam Aiyappaa…..” or an “Anatha natha…naga rakshaka..
bhoooloka naaaathaa…..” which can be heard a few hundred yards around but today
it was the loss of a beloved … that subdued his chants, his normally
rationalized thinking .. as a matter of fact.
This is what happened. He had been
out for his normal walk and returned with her and entered the house, only to find that he had lost her
…. His only companion … it was just
after a few minutes of entering the house he realized it but a wee bit too
late. What began as a normal search for
the most loved companion at his age of 77 beginning from the house to the rooms
and other places we would normally find his love lying around, enjoying the
solitude, space, and peace, went on for the next ten minutes with the neighbours
being woken up on a lazy winter Sunday today to enquire if the dhobi or
the milkman had come in and at what time so he could understand where the companion could have gone! As it didn’t
yield results, it turned into an inquiry with all the watchmen at the front
desk of our tower to understand the number of people coming in at that time of
the day near our floor so if in case anyone could have seen his companion with
someone maybe we could have back.
When he concluded that it could be
the dhobi“washer man” who could be the culprit who had picked her up without giving
it a second thought or asking for permission it was too much to accept. He rang
up his other son who lives nearby to inform him of his bad luck and sad news…
the loss was too much to bear.
After bathing, lighting the lamp
was always the normal ritual with chants of “anatha natha … bhoolokanatha..”
and “ swamiye sharanam aiyappa” but somehow his thoughts were not able to
accept the loss and thus it subdued his prayers just asking God to return his
loss .. so it was a silent prayer that day just similar to mourning the dead. No
one could hear chants and there were few words spoken.
The next day God answered his
prayers by sending the “washer man” and also making him realize and accept his
mistake who acknowledged the crime and promised to return his important
companion.
That set his mood on track bringing
his smile and happiness back after a whole day of mourning. He could not
contain himself and kept calling up his sons and others who were with him
during his hour of sadness.
That’s what technology does nowadays … the
craze and the addiction and not to mention the dependency on it.. He recovered his lost and prized possession
THE MOBILE! GOD BLESS !!!
this post was an immediate write up after observing the incident happen in front of me...in 2012