Sunday, December 6, 2015

Hope is eternal!

It has been a roller coaster of a week for me as, I am sure, has been for a lot of us whose family dropped out of contact in a flooded Chennai.  A week of unsuccessful, not to mention, frantic phone calls and whatsapp messages trying to reach the unreachable.   A week of listening to ‘This route is not available, please try after some time’ in Tamil, English, Kannada, Telugu and other unidentifiable  regional languages of India leading to the pulling of what little hair was left on my head. 

News of reservoirs being opened to dump excess water, water entering houses to sweep away hard-earned belongings, cars submerging under water throughout the city, power outages everywhere….what was, just a week ago, an active and thriving city turned into a devastation of nightmarish proportion.  To one who is averse to checking news of any form, Facebook was my one point of contact with the real world outside this past week.  Pictures and news of the devastation poured in through the social media giving my flighty imagination a boost to soar high.

I imagined my aged parents wading in chest-high water trying to get in to a rescue boat that the army sent to evacuate the area.  I imagined my mom losing balance and falling in the water.  I imagined my Dad holding a knapsack of his important documents over his head trying to help my mom to the rescue boat.  I imagined my sister and her kids all alone in a dark house that was slowly filling up with water.  After reading a FB post that said 40 crocodiles had escaped from a nearby park, I imagined the rescue boats on the streets being escorted by crocodiles on all sides.  All in all, I imagined way too much but that is nothing new.   I have been known to knit a king size blanket from a 2 inch thread all my life.  J

What my fertile imagination neglected to show me was the incredible acts of kindness shown by strangers throughout the state helping one another.   Thanks to FB, I saw people opening up their homes to give shelter to those that had lost theirs, strangers cooking and distributing food and medical supplies to all they can, college students wading in chest high water to rescue people marooned in their buildings with no food or water.  I saw humanity surface and stand tall against all odds.  I saw the rich and the poor work together to save their city.  I read stories of Hindus and Muslims and Christians and Sikhs working together to provide relief to those affected around them. 

What is it about disasters that bring out the best in us, I wonder.  Why aren’t we able to bond like this every day and break through the walls of religion, caste and language?  Why does it take a devastation of a massive kind for us to put our differences aside and stand together? 

This very moment what do I feel?  What am I proud of this day?  I am NOT proud to be a Tamilian.  I am NOT proud to be an Indian.  I am NOT proud to be a Hindu.  This day, I am proud to be a part of the human race.  It gives me incredible pride to stand with those that see the suffering of others and feel their pain.  In today’s world of constant chaos, of terrorism and bickering, I feel hope watching a flood-ravaged city practicing the rules that Mahatma Gandhi lived by - tolerance, compassion and kindness.  It gives me hope for the future. 

May TamilNadu rise up from the ashes and live to tell this story of incredible human kindness.  May the people that lost a lot find the strength to put back their lives together and move on.  May God have mercy on TamilNadu and put a cork on the rains that is still lashing out at the battered city.  May we all, who live far from the disaster, find it in ourselves to donate money generously to help our friends and family back home.   As someone said on FB, may the Bay of Bengal also find a good psychiatrist soon and get out of depression. :-)

3 comments:

Krithika Hari said...

I'm so moved by the 'kindness of strangers' and your account of it. It is times like these that make us dig deep within ourselves to find compassion, kindness and empathy mired in layers of self interest and self absorption. Good one, Meena, when you said you identify and are proud of yourself a as a human being more than the artificial, narrow, man-made identities that we so often identify ourselves with. To humanity and humaneness, my salutes.

நாகு (Nagu) said...

Good sum up, Meena. Chennai came up with flying colors on brotherhood.

Meenakshi Sankaran said...

Thanks Krithika and Nagu. Humanity finally got a chance to rear its head up in the past weeks throughout TamilNadu in the helping hands of people whose affluence, caste, religion and social status were, for once, not relevant. Humanity did prevail and it gives hope for the future.