Nurungukal ...contd...

  My days in Trichy as a Trainee in Southern Railways taught me several lessons which were use full in my later life. First and foremost was that the responsibilities of an employee. Understanding of my position in an hierarchy and the implications of discipline. I knew very well that my bread winning job was at stake any time if I failed to fulfil the above, more so as I was a probationer.

  The second lesson was about my commitment to the society. I became aware that I was a product of the society and I was called upon to satisfy certain obligations as long as I derived a livelihood from the social economy.

  The third was about how I dealt with my fellow beings.

  Th interesting fact was that the Tamilian culture was so rich to provide an answer to all the above. And I felt happy that my grooming took place in such an ambiance.

  In Trichy my sympathy towards the fellow human beings grew to greater heights as I watched the Rock Fort, built many many years ago in the sweat and blood of thousands and thousands of sculptors and fellow toilers. The majestic and towering edifice, although envisaged and culminated by powerful dynasties had failed to leave behind any trace of the pathos suffered by their subjects. Now knowingly or unknowingly we stand blissfully before these monuments . Remnants of despotism.I feel the simplicity and humility of a Tamilian can subdue the ethos of such creativity. I will remember Trichy for the farmers, vegetable shanties, long stretches of paddy and sugar cane fields, the sweet Rasthali plantains, tasteful milk, women hawkers, bullock carts and the crystal clear water in Kavery freely flowing with a tingling melody and many many such natural expressions.