"How many vehicles to send to the CFS (Container Freight Station) today?. The mill manager said that there are four 20s and two 40s for destuffing".
"Illai Anne. There is no loading planned today at the CFS. Just now I spoke to the manager there, they are planning to destuff only tomorrow."
"Why, what happened?. The mill people are insisting that they want the cargo by tomorrow"
"There has been some problem there. The Fork lift operator hit the supervisor with a pipe wrench in the head. He has now been arrested and the supervisor has been taken to Madurai for surgery"
I was stunned. I had met that operator only two months back in the cinema theater. He was just a boy of about 19. He had been working as an operator for about 2 years. When we met him, he had just received his passport and was trying to get a job in Singapore.
"Why?"
"I think the supervisor was driving him crazy."
"But.., he was planning to go abroad. Now all his hopes are gone. Why such stupid move?"
"That is the curse of this soil anne. There is no other explanation"
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Sunday, November 02, 2008
Kallarai Thiruvizha
All souls day is called Kallarai Thiruvizha (literally the cemetry festival) in Tamil. I learnt this today by chance at a teashop near the fishing harbour in Tuticorin.
He was like any other normal person who goes to a tea shop in the morning - unkempt hair, lungi folded in two and a messed up shirt. He was sitting in the benach and staring blankly. His face brightened up when he saw a friend (?) approaching the tea stall. He asked for a tea.
"Aren't you going to the mass now?".
"No, I plan to go in the evening. That's when the crowd will come, and I can meet a lot more people". His friend moved away and ordered a tea for himself.
He took a small notebook from his pocket and looked at an old photograph and mumbled loudly "I too plan to go in the evening. When every one is praying for their dead, I need to ask my father a few questions. You bugger, why did you leave me like this. Why did you torture me when you are alive and now when you are dead too..." He started cursing his dead father with all the cusswords he could muster. I looked closely at him and found that he was drunk.
The other customers drank their tea without bothering about his whining. His friend finished his tea, said to him "I have paid for your tea too" and walked away.
He was like any other normal person who goes to a tea shop in the morning - unkempt hair, lungi folded in two and a messed up shirt. He was sitting in the benach and staring blankly. His face brightened up when he saw a friend (?) approaching the tea stall. He asked for a tea.
"Aren't you going to the mass now?".
"No, I plan to go in the evening. That's when the crowd will come, and I can meet a lot more people". His friend moved away and ordered a tea for himself.
He took a small notebook from his pocket and looked at an old photograph and mumbled loudly "I too plan to go in the evening. When every one is praying for their dead, I need to ask my father a few questions. You bugger, why did you leave me like this. Why did you torture me when you are alive and now when you are dead too..." He started cursing his dead father with all the cusswords he could muster. I looked closely at him and found that he was drunk.
The other customers drank their tea without bothering about his whining. His friend finished his tea, said to him "I have paid for your tea too" and walked away.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
College Graffiti
Found this in Kamaraj College, Tuticorin. Non Tamil readers, please excuse.
பன்னிங்க தான் கூட்டம் கூட்டமா வந்து exam எழுதும், சிங்கம் சிங்கிளாத் தான் வந்து arrears எழுதும்
- இப்படிக்கு லீவு போட்டு யோசிக்கும் சங்கர்
பன்னிங்க தான் கூட்டம் கூட்டமா வந்து exam எழுதும், சிங்கம் சிங்கிளாத் தான் வந்து arrears எழுதும்
- இப்படிக்கு லீவு போட்டு யோசிக்கும் சங்கர்
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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