தினைத்துணை நன்றி செயினும் பனைத்துணையாக்
கொள்வர் பயன்தெரி வார்.
thinaith thuNai nandri seyinum panaith
thuNayak
koLvaar payan therivaar.
-
ThirukkuraL #104
Thiruvalluvar always packs a punch in his one and three-quarter
sentences and he has an entire set of 10 kuraLs dedicated to help and
gratitude. Here he says that even if the help rendered is of the size of a
millet seed (thinai – foxtail millet), the person who benefits will value it to
be the size of a palm tree (panai).
Since March 2020 I have been extra paranoid. Hand washes,
sanitizers, masks and masks, wiping grocery packets, washing milk covers, spraying
delivery boxes, using key-ends to press lift-buttons, all of it!
Even when I did go to the office, maybe a total of 7 or 8
times, I have been over-conscious about everything. And despite all those
precautions, I caught the bloody virus.
Did I become lax while opening delivered packages? Did I subconsciously
lower my guard since I got the first vaccine shot? I can recall and dissect each
step till the cows come home and even Monsieur Poirot’s little grey cells will
be at a loss to pinpoint the exact moment when I caught it.
But caught it I did.
I heated milk, put in a pinch of turmeric in it, and couldn’t
smell it! I put in a bit more and brought it closer to my nose. Still nothing. On
the spice rack, next to the little turmeric jar was a bottle of asafoetida. When
I couldn’t smell that, I was quite sure. Of course, I tried the clove and
cardamom boxes, the lavender bathroom freshener, soap, shampoo, an argument
that even a normal cold has this effect, etc. But I knew that the next morning
I would get tested. I wasn’t even anxious while waiting for the result. Though
I was disappointed when it was positive, I had practically anticipated it.
I was terrified at first until video consultations with
doctors and a subsequent series of blood tests convinced me that it is a mild
infection. The vaccine has done its work.
It was the first day of the little one’s Summer Vacation. At
least a couple of weeks shaved off from meeting her cousins and playing with
friends. All Easter weekend plans duly dashed.
All that was manageable but how does Sukanya manage the
kitchen, the clothes, the dishes, the constant nagging of a bored child and
still get her office work done while I languished in my singe room cell? The
first day was terrible for her. By evening she was utterly exhausted and at her
wits’ end.
Indian spirituality would attribute it to past good deeds,
but it is the pure goodness of people’s hearts! Or if it is anyone’s past good
deeds, perhaps it’s my mom’s! From the second day, breakfast, lunch, dinner and
snacks started pouring in until Sukanya had to ask people to stop and make a
schedule for coming days.
And it is not just anything that friends are sending. They
are very conscious of what I eat, what I like, what would suit me and still
make it delicious. I did not lose my sense of taste along with my smell and I
had no problems with my appetite, so I have been having a gastronomic blast –
and a very healthy one at that!
There are also the enquiries, phone calls of support, people
taking time to talk to me and ensure that I am feeling ok and I am in good
spirits, calling Sukanya to ask about how she is coping, calling Aaradhya to
keep her entertained, sending he favourite stuff to eat, sending her gifts a
good month ahead of her birthday!
I haven’t said thanks to anyone yet though. A friend always
says that my brother and I both start stuttering and jabbering when someone
does something for either of us. “You just have to say ‘Thanks’!”, she says.
But I don’t know how to express it. At least, in person.
So here is where I am
saying my thanks. But how do I say it? What words do I use? How many
superlatives can I add before the word ‘Thanks’? How many languages would be
sufficient to express what I feel? No matter what I say, it will not be enough.
प्रीत रीत सब अर्थ की, परमारथ की नाहि
कहे कबीर परमारथी, बिरला कोई कलि माहि।
preet reet sab arth ki,
paramarth ki naahin
kahe Kabir paramarthi, birlaa
koi kali maahi.
- Kabir
Das
Almost a couple of millennia after Thiruvalluvar, Kabir’s
couplets have a similar remarkable effect.
He says that all these things that people do for you, apparently
due to love, are for selfish purposes and never without motive. He says that he
has seen unconditionally magnanimous souls very rarely in this kaliyuga.
Since Kabir was a saint, with no desires whatsoever and unaffected
by life’s ups and downs, he was probably not in need for much support during
his entire 120-year lifespan. This is probably why he did not experience
unconditional magnanimity. We are but normal humans with earthly needs and
desires and there are plenty of occasions that we require help from others.
Each time life has thrown a googly at us, we have experienced
the “paramarth” which Kabir thinks is rare. This is only one of those times. We
are blessed to have the kind of friends we do.
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks; and ever thanks;
-
William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, Act III, Sc. 3.
