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Avan Aval Adhu 559
Thanking him in a subdued manner, she observed softly, ' I guess there is not going to be an interview then ' and when Father Gabriel confirmed it, she looked around the quaint church and said, ' Forgive me Father but I have to confess my fears and doubts about what I am doing in a church and I am also curious to know what you are doing here.'
Father Gabriel's smile was brighter than his earlier ones and just as Gayatri was wondering how he was managing to do that, he asked her, ' I will answer the first part of your question concerning your presence here. Mademoiselle, you are a good photographer and an experienced one and your last assignment about ancient South Indian temples and rituals is very good.'
His words flummoxed her and seeing her reaction, Father Gabriel quickly allayed her fears and confusion by telling her that the publication's boss had friends all over Europe and London and must have reached out to them for more information about her future employee.
' I understand that and I would do the same, father. But my surprise and confusion is that National Geographic is only going to publish those photos and other content in April. That is four months away. So how did your boss and you learn about my assignment in India.'
Father Gabriel used a fat finger on his right hand and pointing upwards, declared in a rather dramatic manner, ' The lord works in mysterious ways, child. Anyway coming to the second part of your question, the answer is very simple. I serve the church with my soul but I am also a servant to science and history. I majored in chemistry, geography and the medieval part of Christianity.'
Now that her doubts were cleared to a large extent, Gayatri looked around and taking the hint, Father Gabriel raised his hand and invited her, ' Come. It is time you met the others who are part of this Project Soliel.'
Gayatri followed him silently mouthing the Project's name and wondering if she had heard him right, ' That old lady's shop was called Soliel and now, this project too bears the same name. What's going on in Paris? Is it just a coincidence?' and sighed, told herself, ' Gaya, there are no coincidences in life. Maybe it is an illusion that people believe in but then Luck and coincidences are not words that appear in the dictionary of God who always is behind everything. Good and bad. We experienced that back in Kumarapalayam when of all the people in the world, I had to go and fall for the one man whose heart belonged to someone else. So, enough of these coincidences and maybe it is better to back out right away and walk out and look for an opening somewhere else.'
Lost in her thoughts Gayatri did not realise that Father Gabriel was holding open a door for her and when she didn't enter welcomed her in. ' sil vous plait entrez mademoiselle Gayatri ( please come in Miss Gayatri ).'
'Merci' ( thank you ) she said in a soft and lost voice and entered, stopped and stared at the four women who stood staring back but with a warm smile on their faces.
If entering a church and meeting a plump priest for an interview was not weird enough, meeting four women who appeared like they had been born as sisters to Jesus himself was even weirder and strange and lost for words, all Gayatri could manage was a nod of her head in greeting and a timid, ' bonjour ladies ' and all the four ladies greeted her warmly and with more gumption in their voices than the one that had greeted them.
' bonjour jeune. c'est bon de enfin te rencontrer en personne ( good morning young one. It is good to finally meet you in person).'
Then if the force of their greeting was not enough, all four women moved with surprising agility and speed towards Gayatri and began introducing themselves.
' I am Terre. I am eau. I am feu. I am auria.'
Speechless, she looked at all their faces and mumbled, ' earth, water, fire and air.
The last lady smiled and glanced at the other women and said, ' Bravo. Very good.'
Deciding that she had had enough, she raised both her hands and first apologised to the four old women, ' Please, I mean no offense but I have no other way to do this. So forgive me for being direct and frank ' and turning to Father Gabriel, ' What is going on here, father? What am I really doing here?'
Before he could answer, a loud ringing noise was heard and Father Gabriel turned to a small screen that hung over the door and groaned loudly when he recognised the person who was standing outside.
' cest cet ivrogne Pierre qui est revenu encore une fois. Je lui ai dit que ses services netaient plus necessaires et pourtant il continue de se presenter et de nous intimider pour de largent. ( it is that drunkard pierre who has returned once again. I told him that his services were no longer required and yet he keeps showing up, bullying us for money).
Gayatri hated bullies and hated people who visited violence on people weaker than themselves. The switch that was in the off position instantly sprang into the on position and her female inborn instinct to protect her flock surged free and turning angrily she asked Father Gabriel why he did not call the police and why he was putting up with the antics of a drunkard.
The problem with Gayatri's switches was that once her anger was switched on, the power flowed and kept flowing on and on until something put an end to it.
Before Father Gabriel could move, Gayatri had moved and was storming towards the gate and at the same moment, his mobile rang and he answered it and his mysterious boss spoke to him.
' I hope your doubts will be cleared in the next few moments. As for me, I had no doubts to begin with about her and her aura. She is the one.'
Father Gabriel asked her what they were supposed to do and she replied, ' Nothing. Wait for a few minutes and then go and bring her in.'
' What do we do for a driver now?'
' For now, you take care of it. My instincts tell me that it will be taken care of soon enough.'
“It takes a female to have a baby,
It takes a woman to raise a child,
It takes a mother to raise them correctly,
It takes a warrior to show them how to change the world.”
― Shannon L. Alder
Avan Aval Adhu 560
The subject of all their attention and grief was a 50-year-old drunkard called John Pierre a man who had gone through life bullying people with his sheer physical size. The man stood six and a half feet tall vertically and appeared to most who saw him to be horizontally the same size and was also blessed with a huge belly. Almost all of his body had been grown on roughshodding people who ran nearby stores. He had been warned many a time by the police to behave but never charged with anything substantial for none ever came forward to file a case against him. Fear of repercussions by the fat man was one reason and then there were the rumors about his connections with certain people who were indeed dangerous and none wanted to test those kinds of dark waters. So usually they let him steal, borrow or beg a few euros here and there and everyone went about their lives in peace and in one piece.
All that changed the moment Gayatri stepped out of the gate and confronted John Pierre the fat man who had been expecting the smiling Father Gabriel and instead had his hands full with an Indian tigress.
' qui es-tu femme ? ou est le pere Gabriel ? ( who are you, woman? where is father Gabriel? ) ' he asked Gayatri who replied, ' No father and no money. Get lost and stop bothering us or I will call the cops.'
John Pierre had spent all his adult life using his huge mass to intimidate people and to get his way with them. He was not a bad guy but then he was always testing the waters that were dark, deep and evil. For a man who had spent all his life bullying others to get what he wanted, it was a shock to be scolded and asked to f..k off.
He snarled, ' connasse, sais-tu qui tu es ? ( bitch, do you know who I am? )' and Gayatri snarled back, ' Oui. Je fais. tu es un connard ( yes. I do. you are an ass.ole).'
There was a possibility that John Pierre would have resorted to physical violence if it had been a man or men who had called him an ass.ole to his face. But this was a woman and like all men who are confronted by a woman or women in public and that too by someone whom they have never met before, he had nowhere to go but step back cursing madly.
Then the same gendarme in blue ( policeman) who had helped Gayatri earlier that hour rushed to her aid once again and in a polite but firm manner asked John Pierre to walk away without creating a scene.
The fat man did so but not before issuing a warning that he would be seeing her soon and after dark. The French policeman who looked like he was due for retirement any moment now, looked at Gayatri and asked her if she was new to the area.
By then, Father Gabriel joined them both and the Policeman looked at the priest and asked, ' Father, you should keep an eye on all the lambs of your flock lest they wander away.'
Then both looked pointedly at the large figure that was stomping away and whispered to the priest, ' Father, John Pierre has fallen into bad company. He is not that harmless anymore. I am sure he is going to create trouble for this guest of yours. So, you better talk to him before he talks to others ' and turning to Gayatri, ' Please, take care and don't walk alone after dark. At least not until Father Gabriel has had a chance to talk and sort out John Pierre before things get out of hand.'
Gayatri looked at both of them with a quizzical smile on her face and asked, ' A fat slob who has most probably bullied his way out of his mother's womb and has then continued doing that all through his life and you guys are asking me to be on guard.'
Folding his hands across his chest, the policeman smiled and with the same calm demeanour that he had worn earlier, he told her ' Mademoiselle, if there is one thing that I have learnt in my years as a cop, it is to when to stand and fight and when to walk away. Be careful in choosing your battles for the power of rage and righteous anger can only help you so much. After that, it becomes a matter of both brawn and brain.'
Pointing to the streets, ' there are more than two million people living in Paris and we gendarmes ( POLICE) number just 46,000 of which only 31,000 are actual police officers. We cannot be everywhere at the same time and magically stop a crime from happening.'
Tapping his head with his right index finger, ' Mademoiselle, I don't know you but I know that you are a smart person and would have by now understood what I am getting at.'
Gently bowing his head, ' Je vous souhaite à tous les deux une bonne journée. Prends soin de toi ( I wish both of you a good day. Take care )' he wished them and slowly walked away.
Both stood watching the soft-spoken policeman as he slowly made his way towards the junction where rue Charlemagne met up with rue de fourcy on one side and with rue des nonnains dhyeres on the other side and ran straight into rue de jouy and took up his position.
Father Gabriel's voice was sad and heavy with regret as he spoke to Gayatri and told her a little about the policeman Baptiste who had lost both his wife and daughter to a home invasion fifteen years ago.
' It was a bloody mess and a crime that shocked this city that has seen enough bloodshed in its lifetime. A great tragedy and I am sure that if it had happened to anyone else they would have lost their minds or drunk themselves to death a long time ago. Yet, this man plods on bravely and with great discipline.'
' Surely, they must have caught the criminals who did this and executed them by now ' Gayatri asked him and Father Gabriel crossed himself and said, ' The death penalty was abolished a long time ago as a step forward in France's long-standing campaign to promote human dignity.'
Crossing himself again, ' I cannot say more for my catholic church forbids me to do so. Come, let's go in and talk more about the reason why you are here in Paris.'
The man who had followed Gayatri to the old church had hidden himself behind a small wall that protruded slightly onto the platform and had patiently heard everything.
The request had come from the source itself and that meant the woman was important and that she had to be protected. At all costs.
He sent the video of her with Father Gabriel and of her entering the church to his boss and typed in a message, ' How far do I need to go to protect the subject?'
The reply came soon enough. ' No limits. She is part of the family. So, protect her at any cost.'
The man smiled and typed, ' Okay ' and then slowly sauntered towards the policeman Baptiste who stood like a lighthouse among the busy traffic and watched as the sad man went about doing his duty, diligently and kindly.
Spotting a cafe that would offer him a vantage point from where he could keep an eye on the church and all the roads at the same time, he sat down and ordered a coffee and a croissant.
A few hours later, the cafe owner, a mild-mannered man approached him slowly and asked if he wanted anything else or if he could clear the table.
The man looked up from under the green beret cap he was wearing, reached into his jacket pocket and taking out an ID card slowly raised it to the cafe owner's eyes which immediately filled with fear.
' comportez vous normalement et vaquez a votre travail comme dhabitude ( behave normally and go about your work as usual )'
Then he did something that the cafe owner least expected which was to place a 50 euro note on the table.
' Je suis sur que cette note couvrira toutes les pertes que vous pourriez subir du fait de ma presence ici ( I am sure this note will cover any losses incurred by you by my presence here ).
Removing his cap as a mark of respect, the cafe owner said enthusiastically, ' Merci.Cela couvrira un mois entier, monsieur. Sil vous plait, levez simplement la main et nous serons prets a vous servir. ( Thank you.It will cover an entire month sir. Please just raise a hand and we will be ready to serve you).
பணம் காசு மட்டும்
நிம்மதியான வாழ்க்கை இல்லை.
விருப்பப்பட்டது கிடைக்கும் வரைதான்
வேகம் இருக்கும் எல்லோருக்கும்.
வீட்டில் பிரிட்ஜ் இல்லாத அந்த கால நாட்களில் ஐஸ் வாட்டருக்காக ஏங்கி இருக்கிறேன்.
இப்போது பிரிட்ஜ் இருக்கிறது.
ஆனால் ஐஸ் வாட்டர் மோகம்
எங்கே போயிற்று என்று தெரியவில்லை.
டைனிங் டேபிளில் அமர்ந்து சாப்பிட வேண்டும் என்று அன்றுஆசை பட்டேன்.
இப்போது வாங்கிய பிறகு பெரிய ஆர்வம் இல்லை.
அலுவலகம் மற்றும் வெளியிடங்களில் டேபிளில் அமர்ந்து சாப்பிட்டு அலுத்துப்போனவனுக்கு
வீட்டிலிருக்கும்போது தரையில் அமர்ந்து சாப்பிட்டால் மட்டுமே பரம திருப்தி இருக்கிறது.
சோஃபாவும் அப்படித்தான்!
பீட்ஸா, பர்கர்ன்னு என்றெல்லாம் விதவிதமான பேர்கள் சொல்லினாலும் கூட,
என்ன இருந்தாலும் வாழை இலை சாப்பாட்டுக்கு இணையுண்டா' என்று கடைசியில் மனமாற்றம் அடைந்தவர்களில் நானும் ஒருவன் !
ஆசைப்பட்டு வாங்கிய costly மொபைல்
இப்போது ஏனோ பெரிதாக மனதை கவரவில்லை.
ஆயிரம் பரிசோதனைகளைச் செய்து பார்த்தபிறகு வாங்கி வைத்தேன் ஒரு தொலைக்காட்சி பெட்டி.
ஆனால் இப்போதெல்லாம் அதிக நேரம்
பார்ப்பது சலிப்பாக இருக்கிறது.
Laptop ஆசை பட்டு பார்த்து பார்த்து வாங்கியது.
இப்போது கையிலேயே உலகத்தை காணும் வசதி இருக்கிறது.
ஆனால் mostly businessதான்.
எல்லாம் இருந்தும் எதையும் சரிவர பயன்பாட்டுக்கு கொண்டு வருவதில்லை.
பயன்படுத்துவதும் இல்லை..
அன்லிமிட்டட் சாப்பாட்டை வாங்கிவிட்டு அளவுச் சாப்பாடு சாப்பிடுபவனைப் போல அதை அளவாகத்தான் பயன்படுத்தமுடிகிறது.
எல்லாவற்றையும் நினைத்துப்பார்த்தால்...
எல்லாமே ஒரு மாயையாக தோன்றுகிறது.
இது ஒரு Duplicate வாழ்க்கை
என்று உணர முடிகிறது.
மனதோடு இயைந்த வாழ்வு அல்ல
வெளியூரில் Star Hotel ல் தங்கினாலும்
மனதளவில் பெரிய நிம்மதி இல்லை.
வீட்டை மிதித்தவுடன் களைப்பில் 'சரி கொஞ்சநேரம் கண்ணயரலாம்' என்ற நினைப்பில் தினசரி எனக்காகக் காத்திருக்கும் தலையனையைத்தான் கண்கள் தேடும்.!
இப்படியாக பல சுய பரிசோதனைகளின் வாயிலாக சில விஷயங்கள் உரைத்தன.
உணர்த்தவும் செய்தது.
நமக்கு பண வரவு, சகல வசதிகளோடு இருக்கிறோமா என்று அடிக்கடி சரி பார்த்துக்கொண்டாலும்,
ஆனால் வாழ ஆசைப்படுவது என்னவோ
நமது பழைய மனதுக்குப்பிடித்த
நெருக்கமான வாழ்வைத்தான்!
தெருவிலே சட்டென்று இறங்கி நாலு பேரிடம் பணம் மட்டும் வாழ்க்கை இல்லைங்கன்னு சொல்லத்தோணுது.
ஆயிரம் இருந்தும்....
வசதிகள் இருந்தும்....
Peace of Mind எங்கே என்று தேடினால்
ஒளிவு மறைவு கள்ளமில்லா மனம் விரும்பும் பழைய வாழ்வே.
நகரத்திலிருந்து நம் சொந்த கிராமத்திற்கு போனால்அங்கேயே இயற்கையோடு தங்கிவிடலாமா என்று தோன்றுகிறது.
செயற்கை வாழ்வெல்லாம் வேறு வழி இல்லாமல் பணம் காசுக்காக வாழ்வது.
அப்படியே வாழ்ந்து பழகியாச்சு.
ஆனால் மனம் விரும்புவதென்னவோ கள்ளங்கபடமில்லாத இயற்கையோடு இணைந்த வாழ்வை நன்று..........
நன்றி வாழ்க நலமுடன் வளமுடன்
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