Once again, I am happy to be back
in Tenkasi. Nearly six and a half months had flown past in the company of our children
and grandchildren in the U.S.A, before I blinked my eyes. It was, once again, a
memorable experience spending time with the little ones and watching them grow.
Back in India…………..
Chennai International Airport Terminal
bears a new look and appears a lot more decent now. Yet, outside the airport
terminal, as we negotiated through the small taxi-lanes to the exit, the sight
on either side was shocking and disgusting. Mounds of garbage were lying
uncollected. What image are we projecting about India?
It was six in the morning. The weather
was good. The GST Road was filled with traffic, right from the early morning.
Omni buses from several towns in Tamil Nadu, reaching Chennai were competing
with each other for the little space on the GST Road, which was already cramped
with the Metro Rail construction work. The road now appeared still narrower. Lane
discipline was, as usual, absent. Rather, I realized that if one sticks to the lane
discipline, it might take an eternity before one reaches his or her destination.
Traffic was free-for-all. Driving a car looked a child’s play to me in the USA.
Fortunately, we didn’t suffer
much jet lag. The morning was spent in attending to a few urgent needs pertaining
to my hearing-aid and eye glasses. At the hearing-aid center, the audiologist
patiently reprogrammed my hearing-aid, though I wasn’t fully satisfied. I
complained that the batteries, they sold me lasted only five-six days. The
billing staff initially tried to act smart, not wanting to own any
responsibility for the poor quality of the batteries. He agreed to replace the
two batteries, only after I argued, unwillingly, about the need to trust me about
my complaint. Here, in India, many sellers take the buyers for a ride with
great impunity and don’t trust the customer easily. I compared this with my
experience in the USA a few years ago when I went to COSTCO with a complaint about
my watch. I didn’t even remember when I bought it from them. Without raising a
single question, they refunded the whole money to me.
Outside the hearing-aid center in
Ashok Nagar, I waited patiently for an auto who would agree to take me back
home strictly on ‘meter charges.’ I would have tried with at least a dozen
autos. None agreed to come on ‘meter charges.’ They either wanted an arbitrary
amount, or something extra over the meter charges. Nothing had changed in
Chennai, at least regarding the auto rickshaws. The government must definitely
be knowing this and they seem to be helpless about the monstrous auto rickshaw
drivers’ union. One should have all the time and patience to lodge a complaint
to the police.
I had booked a sleeper bus to
Tenkasi and boarded from Koyembedu omnibus terminus. This is a place where
thousands of buses arrive and depart every day, generating crores of money as revenue
for the bus operators as ticket collection and to the government in the form of
license fee. Yet, ever since I had known this place, this terminus had remained
shabby, dirty, and waterlogged. Buses were parked haphazardly, public toilets
were broken, and there was absolutely no facility for the passenger. The drivers
and the staff working in the terminus must be personification of endurance, using
this terminus every day.
Now, back in Tenkasi………….
Even as our bus approached
Kadayanallur, the whole scenario had changed quite dramatically. This is
Courtallam Season time. The usual seasonal winds are blowing strong. There is
no water in the Courtallam waterfalls – thanks to the scarcity of rains in the
adjacent Kerala hills. Yet, the buses and the trains arriving at Tenkasi are
full of tourists hoping to enjoy the ‘Season.’
I am told many go to Papanasam from here. Afternoons are quite hot.
However, one’s mood gets lifted when we sit outside our house on the verandah
and do nothing except enjoying the cool breeze in the morning and evening. Vinayaka
tiffin center on the Tenkasi-Courtallam road is doing a roaring business,
visitors having to wait long for a seat in the small cramped place. However,
their tiffin items – especially vada , varieties
of dosas with green leaf, garlic,
vegetable, onion rava , poori and masala - are some of the best in the region. The
four ‘ratha -veedhi’s around the main
Tenkasi temple are swamped by tourist vehicles, leaving very little place for
genuine vehicle owners who drive to Tenkasi. The cement road built around the
temple is full of pits and potholes, developed within one or two years of
laying , I don’t know how. It is a moot question whether the contractors used
cement or sand for the supposedly concrete road. Again, the people are, as
usual, indifferent to any inconvenience, and there is a general apathy towards
maladministration.
Just happened to talk to a few,
casually, and I am horrified by the stories of corruption everywhere. Tamil
Nadu seems to be leading the way in matters of corruption. Here, nothing moves
without some underhand dealings. I am sorry, we haven’t changed.
Finally, all of a sudden,
everyone in Tamil Nadu had become conscious of the ill-effects of liquor and
drinking. All politicians, excepting the ruling ones, have taken to beating the
drums, showing one-upmanship in demanding abolishing the liquor shops. They all
shed crocodile tears. The only reason: the forthcoming elections to the State
Assembly during 2016. They all have a found a weapon to embarrass Madam
Jeyalalitha, the Chief Minister. She could neither agree nor disagree to the
demand for introducing prohibition in the State. Caught between devil and the deep sea!
At the national level, the
Congress Party and the entire opposition, not to forget the BJP’s own senior
politicians, are trying very hard to embarrass Narendra Modi, the PM as much as
possible. Like Narasimha Rao, who ran a minority government a couple of decades
ago, Modi is certainly trying to bring about a change about India matters. I
don’t think, he would be allowed by the corrupt political system in the
country.
Yet, whatever I have said and
written, I realize this is my place. This is my country. This is where I belong
to. This is where I have a scope to do something differently. This is where I
can show who I truly am. This is the place I love.
I love Tenkasi!
A true and excellent write up.Congrats for your elegant English writing skills.
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