இணையத்தில்ஹூகுள் மூலம் தேடுங்கள்!
Google

 

'அனைவருடனும் அறிவினைப் பகிர்ந்து கொள்வோம்!'
'Sharing Knowledge with every one'!

logo.gif (31909 bytes)pathivukal.gif (1975 bytes)             Pathivugal  ISSN 1481-2991

ஆசிரியர்:வ.ந.கிரிதரன்                                    Editor: V.N.Giritharan
ஜனவரி 2008 இதழ் 97  -மாத இதழ்
 பதிவுகள் 
Pathivukal
பதிவுகள் சஞ்சிகை உலகின் பல்வேறு நாடுகள் பலவற்றில் வாழும் தமிழ் மக்களால் வாசிக்கப்பட்டு வருகிறது. உங்கள் வியாபாரத்தை  சர்வதேசமயமாக்க பதிவுகளில் விளம்பரம் செய்யுங்கள். நியாயமான விளம்பரக் கட்டணம். விபரங்களுக்கு ngiri2704@rogers.com 
என்னும் மின்னஞ்சல் முகவரிக்கு எழுதுங்கள்.

பதிவுகளில் வெளியாகும் விளம்பரங்களுக்கு விளம்பரதாரர்களே பொறுப்பு. பதிவுகள் எந்த வகையிலும் பொறுப்பு அல்ல. வெளியாகும் ஆக்கங்களை அனைத்துக்கும் அவற்றை ஆக்கியவர்களே பொறுப்பு. பதிவுகளல்ல. அவற்றில் தெரிவிக்கப்படும் கருத்துகள் பதிவுகளின்கருத்துகளாக இருக்க வேண்டுமென்பதில்லை.

மணமக்கள்!



தமிழ் 
எழுத்தாளர்களே!..
அன்பான இணைய வாசகர்களே! 'பதிவுகள்' பற்றிய உங்கள் கருத்துகளை வரவேற்கின்றோம். தாராளமாக எழுதி அனுப்புங்கள். 'பதிவுகளின் வெற்றி உங்கள் ஆதரவிலேயே தங்கியுள்ளது. உங்கள் கருத்துகள் ­ப் பகுதியில் இணைய வாசகர்கள் நன்மை கருதி பிரசுரிக்கப்படும்.  பதிவுகளிற்கு ஆக்கங்கள் அனுப்ப விரும்புவர்கள் யூனிகோட் தமிழ் எழுத்தைப் பாவித்து மின்னஞ்சல் ngiri2704@rogers.com மூலம் அனுப்பி வைக்கவும். தபால் மூலம் வரும் ஆக்கங்கள் ஏற்றுக் கொள்ளப் படமாட்டாதென்பதை வருத்தத்துடன் தெரிவித்துக் கொள்கின்றோம். மேலும் பதிவுக'ளிற்கு ஆக்கங்கள் அனுப்புவோர் தங்களது சரியான மின்னஞ்சல் முகவரியினைக் குறிப்பிட்டு அனுப்ப வேண்டும். முகவரி பிழையாகவிருக்கும் பட்சத்தில் ஆக்கங்கள் பிரசுரத்திற்கு ஏற்றுக் கொள்ளப் படமாட்டாதென்பதை அறியத் தருகின்றோம். 'பதிவுக'ளின் நோக்கங்களிலொன்று இணையத்தமிழை வளர்ப்பது. தமிழ் எழுத்துகளைப் பாவித்துப் படைப்புகளை பதிவு செய்து மின்னஞ்சல் மூலம் அனுப்புவது அதற்கு முதற்படிதான். அதே சமயம் அவ்வாறு அனுப்புவதன் மூலம் கணிணியின் பயனை, இணையத்தின் பயனை அனுப்புவர் மட்டுமல்ல ஆசிரியரும் அடைந்து கொள்ள முடிகின்றது.  'பதிவுக'ளின் நிகழ்வுகள் பகுதியில் தங்களது அமைப்புகள் அல்லது சங்கங்களின் விழாக்கள் போன்ற விபரங்களைப் பதிவு செய்து கொள்ள விரும்புகின்றவர்கள் மின்னஞ்சல் மூலம் அல்லது மேற்குறிப்பிடப்பட்ட முகவரிக்குக் கடிதங்கள் எழுதுவதன் மூலம் பதிவு செய்து கொள்ளலாம்.
K.S.Sivakumaran's columns!
'The Inevitable' by Thaamarai Chelvi

Translated by K.S.Sivakumaran
 

An authentic literary study or studies on Writing in Thamil, especially on Sri Lankan Contemporary Thamil Literature remains to be written. Even for that matter,  an unbiased History of Thamil Literature in Sri Lanka is yet to be chronicled. This is my sincere view. Whatever that had been written so far from time to time, in various forms, are intrinsically biased. In such a context, I strongly feel that the contributions K.S.Sivakumaran, a bilingual (Thamil / English)  writer, poet  and critic/columnist has made continuously for the past half a century or so deserves to be assessed in the right dimensions.  It's really a week since Raghavan returned from Saudia Arabia. Since the last Sunday to this Sunday it's eight days.

Gayathri was surprised that the eight days had swiftly ended

 Her heart felt melted when the two children were jumping around their father who had come back after four years. Eight year old Parthipan has said more than hundred times, "You should no more leave us and go to Saudi, would you?" said. The four year old Bharani was always sitting on her father's arms.

 "Look Gayathri, what pain these little ones had felt by my leaving them. I went because of our situation here. Why should I go, if favourable conditions had prevailed here? I went because of my frenzy to show the neighbours that we too could live in comfort. Because of this I had lost the pleasures of living with these children.

 Gayathri felt his pain

 True, they both married amid expectations from both sides. At that time he was working in the Jaffna (Yaalpaanam) Kacheri and her as a teacher in a school in Kokuvil.

 They went for work while living in a rented house. Parthipan and Bharani were born then. They could just manage with their respective salaries.

 It was then Raghavan told her the idea of going abroad. She did not like it first. "Let's manage with what we have. If you had gone, who is going to help me and the children?"

 "How long could we live in a rented house? We must buy a land for ourselves and build a hose. Can we do that with this salary? That's why Gayathrri, let me go for two years and then we can start a business."

 He argued and made her agree to his proposal. He brought a distant aunt, Paackiam, who did not have any support to live and made her stay at home and borrowed money from many and left for Saudi. But he could not get the salary he expected in that country. He had to work hard to get a salary. The two years intended became four years. But within the four years, he settled all the debts and bought a three acre land in Kokuvil and was happy to have built a small house there.

 "Don't go anywhere. Stay with us. Had I taught here as before, no problems would have arisen. Some teachers were transferred to the Kilinochchi district and my bad time that I too was transferred. I hated the world at large leaving for Kilinochchi every Monday and returning on Friday. It was terrible traveling�"

 "It's not like as before. Everything has changed within the four years."

 In Kilinochchi, I was yearning for Fridays. It was a pity for the children�. If the aunt had not been there, what an amount of    difficulties would I have faced? I had to leave on Mondays before the children awoke. Then woken the children would cry. Now, you can look after the children. I can go and come peacefully."

 Raghavan felt the sleeping children fondly with his hands. "I am thinking of going to the school tomorrow." He raised his head suddenly.

 "Why Gayathri� if leave is available, why don't you stay back?"

 Because you were here I was on leave the whole of last week. It's not nice now to stay back. I had been given the Grade 5 scholarship class. If I don't go, the poor children would suffer. The school is rather a rural school... The Principal gave me this class depending on me. It's not nice to continue be on leave."

 "What's this� when I am here�?" He looked at her in a pitiable manner.
 "What to do? Coming Friday is a Poya.I will return on Thursday, O.K.?" She looked at him pleadingly.

 "Be careful. Go and come back. Problems are expanding everywhere. I hear that in Yakachi, there were problems for two days. Don't know whether buses are running.  First find out and then go."

 "Even when you got to Kilinochchi, you have to walk four miles inside. No transportation available. It's really an arduous journey. With great difficulties I had to go and come every week. It's not the journey that matters, it's leaving these children at home and going and coming that gives me pain. I feel like crying when I tell you all this."

 He pressed her hand in support... "What shall we do, if you could manage for an year, we can try to get a transfer here." he said softly.

 On the next day early in the morning at 3.00, she attended to the cooking with the help of the aunt. At 4.30, she went for bathing and got ready to go to Kilinochchi. She wrapped herself in a sari and kept the meals box in a bag. She kissed hard her children who were sleeping.

 Raghavan who watching her excitement and activities, Raghavan felt sad.  "Parthipan could understand the situation slightly, but it's only Bharani who is adamant and crying"

She stroked Bharani's face and was nearly shedding tears.
 "What can a four year child understand? It's O.K... Come let's go. I shall come to the bus stand get you into the bus. Shall we go by bike?"
 "No, no let's go by the cross lanes. There is no fear there. Don't I go and come alone."

 Raghavan wore a shirt over his sarong. They bid    goodbye to the aunt and left.
 It wasn't dawn as yet. But there was a faint moonlight in the sky. The lane was quite. In some houses there were electric lights. Raghavan carried her bag and walked with her.

 There were four or five people at the bus stand. The street lamp was dim. The first mini-bus would come only at 5.30. Gayathri looked around all over. Usually on Monday mornings many teachers teaching in many schools in Kilinochchi and Pranthan    would come over to the bus stand. But there was none today.
"I don't know whether no one came because of the trouble at Aanai Iravu (Elephant Pass) yesterday and the day before. If people are not going, you don't need to go, Gayathri."

"Let's wait for sometime"

After ten minutes, two women came over. Gayathri's face blossomed.
 "They too go to Kilinochchi. No fear now"

 When the two saw her, they asked: "What, Miss, aren't you too going to the school? We have a companion now."

Raghavan felt a little ease.

 It was 5.30, it was slowly dawning. The minibus came.

 "I too will come with you up to the town" and got into the bus.

 "It's o.k, we shall go. These troubles are new to you. That's why you're afraid. We are used to these troubles. Why fear"

 'No Gayathri.I feel satisfied if I come with you..."

 In Yaalpaanam city (Jaffna) red coloured buses were boarding passengers.
 "If you go by the CTB bus, you have to get crushed. If it's mini bus, we could find a seat."

 He made her get into a mini bus along with the others, and waited outside the window looking at her. He pressed his hand over her hand that was resting on the window plane.

 "Won't you come on Thursday, Gayathri?

 "She laughed and said, "Sure I would come."

Bus departed. She showed her hands until she missed seeing him. The bus was not crowded as expected. She did not feel tiring as she was seated. She felt
enthusiastic and excited thinking about her husband and the children, "By this time they would have got out of the bed. I don't know how he is going to tackle them."
 The bus stopped at Chavakachcheri and started on its journey when a lot of passengers boarded the bus. It was comforting that some of them were known people.. When the bus passed Palai, there were a lot of young men standing ion the road.

 Some youths stopped the bus at the Yakachchi junction.

 "They were coming in the 'Heli' round and round. It's not advisable to go now. Watch out and then go"

 The bus stood under the shade of a tree.

 "There's problem always. It's long time now that the people shut themselves seeing this. If there is bombing in one side the people moved about in another side." A person in the bus was speaking at length.

 Gayathri was looking outside the window of the bus. If it was some time ago, in such a situation the heart would have frozen with fear. There was no need to fear now.

 The bus staying for half an hour started moving. There was a lorry plying before the bus. This gave the driver of the bus some boldness. The bus was approaching Aanai Iravu (Elephant Pass)

 One could see at a distance the wide sea as the bus took a turn in the curve. Because of the noise of the bus, one couldn't hear the noise of the helicopter at first. But as the helicopter flew low, a feeling of fear go into her for the first time.
 As the bus jerked and stopped, the driver undecided whether to drive ahead or stay still.

 Gayathri looked around the women who were traveling with her. The too were looking outside worried.

 In opposite direction they could see the army men marching through the shrubs in the sprawling white sand.

 "The Army is going towards Yakachchi. That's why the 'Heli' was flying over to guard them."

 "That's why the boys stopped us"
 
 Every body's face was filled with fear and sorrow.

 The bus was slowly crawling along the road.

 Suddenly they heard sound deafening their ears. For a moment Gayathri didn't know what was happening. She couldn't even hear her own voice crying "amma" closing her ears with hands. She came to know that something had happened to her only when the pain in her whole body registered itself in the veins of her brain... When she opened her eyes with the greatest difficulty, she couldn't see anything in front except smoke all around; smell of medicine filled the nostrils. The cry of dying cut her heart terribly Oh my God, what had happened?  She cried having lost her feelings. She couldn't move her hands and her legs. Blood everywhere.

 "Amma Iyoh Amma �am ...ma... ithu...ithu (mother, mother this, this).
 What she could remember in her last consciousness the hands and face of her husband waving at her   while grieving--- the faces of her children sleeping on the bed. 

 - Thaamarai ChelviThis story was published in Murasoli in 1987 � Thaamarai Chelvi is a leading writer in Thamil. She had won several prizes for her fiction.)
 

© காப்புரிமை 2000-2008 Pathivukal.COM
முகப்பு||Disclaimer|வ.ந,கிரிதரன் 
aibanner