The Boat Mail stood silent and ready. Our ticket to the land of our forefathers was just a train journey away and freedom was just a bridge away.
We thundered over the sea, our eyes misting with memories. The crossing had been harrowing, the fear of navy patrol raging over the high winds playing mayhem of the packed open boat. We didn’t want to return to the land of our birth.
Interned in the camp at for a year, we were now leaving the island for the mainland. Across the majestic bridge was a new life, a resurrection from the dead.
The tools had a conference to settle some complaints. Brother Hammer presided.
Several suggested he should leave because he was too noisy. “If I leave, then Brother Screw must go too. You have to turn him round and round to get him to accomplish anything.” “If I leave, Brother Plane must leave too, for his work is all surface, no depth.” “Will go, if Brother Rule also withdraws. He measures folks as though he’s the only one right.” “Sure, if Brother Sandpaper does. He is always rubbing people up the wrong way.”
In walked the carpenter, put on his apron, went to his bench, and during the day used the hammer, screw, plane, ruler, sandpaper and all the other tools.
Actually, by fluke. I stopped my bike here. The wheel was wobbling. After setting it, just stood near the parapet to catch my breath. I glanced down and saw the darkness below. Thought it a likely place to investigate.
So what did you find?
I saw the ground disturbed. Closer look yielded some anomalies. I called to inform you.
You did right. Let’s see.
Sir, I dread what we may find. Can’t face them.
True. But we have to do our duty!
*This was inspired by the recent spate of child kidnapping & girl/women sexual abuse & murder in my city & country
Let us visit Dakshinchithra when Uncle, Aunty and their kids come.
Dakinshinchithra, what is that?
DakshinaChitra is a heritage village that portrays the living beliefs of art, folk performing-arts, craft and architecture of South Indian traditions. . It has a research unit, crafts bazaar, playground anad an area to hold religious functions, stone workshop, and souvenir kiosks.
Wow, how did it come into existence?
Well, Deborah Thiagarajan, impressed by rural south India, wanted to preserve the culture. With the help of architect, Laurie Baker, she conceived this place. He didn’t charge any fee because of his interest in rural architectural design! The highlight is the reconstruction of 18 heritage houses from different parts of S.India.
I can’t wait to see the place!
*Dakshinchithra means a picture of the south. The museum is a center for living traditions of art, folk performing arts, and crafts set up with the objective of preserving and promoting South India’s heritage and culture. Special programmes feature dances, crafting of necklaces, basket weaving, and puppet shows. The museum also holds workshops for training in traditional crafts such as indigo dyeing. Potters trained at the center are issued a certificate of their skills by the regional office of the Department of the Development Commissioner (Handicrafts). Classical dances such as Bharatnatyam, Mohiniyattam and Kuchipudi, and music concerts are regular events held in the large amphitheater. Each year, 15,000 school children visit the museum.
To know more about Dakinshinchithra please access following websites.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DakshinaChitra & http://dakshinachitra.net/