The Tsunami I saw

It’s been more than a decade now.

I am alive.

Seldom I feel closer to death, and back then I did not truly understand what death is. But now I do, and I remind myself of that fateful day where laziness saved my life.

It was Christmas eve of 2004, my parents and bro were watching the awards ceremony on TV. ‘And Garnier presents the best actor award goes to. . .’, the idiot box was shouting in all its fervor. I was with them, in front of the TV but just not there. I was sleeping in short bursts and was waking up whenever a loud announcement broke my nap.

Mom saw me snoozing, and suggested we all sleep. I dreamily went to my bed and slept off. I had lots to do the other day.

Day broke and I ran to my parent’s room and broke the quietness in the house. ‘beach! Beach! Marina beach! Wake up dad!’, I shouted. Mom woke up startled and nudged herself to sleep when she heard my demand.

Dad opened his one eye sleekly and blabbered, ‘alright. Gimme some time. Say an hour’. I shouted, ‘you’ve had 8 hours of sleep already!’

Dad wouldn’t budge. Epitome of laziness. He checked his watch and it was 8am. He reset it to 6am, showed it to me and told ‘we’ll go when the watch shows 8am’ and slept off.

I sulkily went back to my room. My bro was sound asleep. He didn’t even bother to wake up.

I felt sad that our plan to go to see the morning sun in marina beach will be spoiled. And it was spoiled.

I dozed off to sleep. Mom woke up suddenly and dragged me in front of the TV screen.

‘tsunami!’

‘unprecedented damage to life and property. Marina beach washed off like it was nothing!’

‘earthquake rocked Jakarta, and triggered killer waves which swept off land in coastal Tamil Nadu!’

I was watching it all unfold, right in front of my eyes. I wondered why the same guy in yellow tee was getting washed off again and again. Images were shown again, videos were played in an endless loop. I didn’t know what this was. Horror.

Dad sprang out of the bed to see what was happening,  and when he saw it, he simply sat on the couch. Not sat, gravity and gravitas pulled him.

Townships washed away. Entire districts swept off. Waves higher than multi storey buildings crashing on hapless creatures. It was incredible.

I realized it then. I was supposed to go to Marina beach. We were supposed to go to the beach. We should’ve been in the beach by now,  and I may have been the guy in the yellow tee.

I felt nothing back then. Now I do. I feel strange. I feel guilty of living whenever I remember the time and the day of that year.

I went to the beach again, alright. It was the same old one. It wasn’t scarred. It took me in its arms and embraced me softly. It blew Cool air on my face and ruffled my hair. I never liked having my hair ruffled. Yet I chuckled.

You can’t possibly fathom what the victims went through, I reminded myself and sat on the beach facing the glistening gray sea.

Returning awards?

One fine day,  a child decides to return his award to protest,  like the artists and writes did. Will his dad be able to help him out? Read through to find out!

“Daddy, I want to return my Chess Championship award which I got from Principal this year”

“Whoever gave you that idea?”

“News channels. So many artists, filmmakers, writers are returning awards and are getting their share of publicity. I want to be the first school child to return an award”

“So, you’re returning award to get publicity? Doesn’t sound selfless”

“Oh Ok. I’ll say the dialogues they say”

“Which are?”

Clearing throat, “I’m returning the award to protest the growing inn-tolle-rans in the society”

“You meant intolerance?”

“Yes, that’s what. Intolerance. And, I am distressed the way in-tell-ummm-chual”

“Intellectual”, he whispered

“Intellectual voice is being supp-err”

“ressed. Suppressed.”

“That’s right. That’s what they said”

“Ok, against whom should your protest should be registered?”

“The government”

“Umm, let’s have another one. Who is it that perpetrated the violence?”

“Perprepared?”

“Perpetrated — did the bad deed”

“Oh, the government”

“Are you sure?”

“Ummm, I think it’s the people who did the bad deed”

“Korrect. So, against whom should your protest should be registered?”

“The people”, came the meek reply.

“But Daddy, why are they returning awards?”

“First have this candy, then I’ll tell you the answer”, he — not known to his child — was enforcing positive behaviour

“The candy is tasty! I’ve always liked this flavor, thanks! Now, the answer!”

“Yes. The answer. Do you know how the nation functions? Let me help you. First, pick a pen and paper and draw a triangle”

The child fervently drew an oddly huge triangle, covering the entire A4 sheet of paper. He took the paper from his child, drew 3 lines parallel to its base and divided the triangle into 3 sections. It did look a little too big.

“Now, the top of the triangle is the central government which governs the entire nation. Below the central government is the state government. How many states do we have?”

“28!”

“Tch. 29. Which state did you forget?”

“Ummm, Telangana. Yes, it’s 29!”

“So we have 29 state governments. The third section of the triangle is the people of the nation. Now, central and state government together govern the nation and it’s people. There are some areas where only central government has the right to act, while there are some areas where only state government can act and there are a few areas where both the governments have a fair right to act”

“Too much information daddy! Again.”

“Ok ok, I forgot I was talking to a thinking man. Let’s rephrase. Central government is like your school principal, while state government is like your subject teacher”

“Wait. Wait. I think I got this. There are areas where subject teacher’s decision is upheld, like the marks I receive for my test papers. And there are areas where principal’s decision holds prioty –“

“Priority”, he whispered.

“I forgot what I was saying! Yes, priority. Like, when to conduct the annual day — that decision will be taken only by the Principal. And there are areas like conducting competitions where both subject teachers and principal work together!”

“Smart!”

“My candy?”

“You’ve exceeded your daily quota I’m afraid. But you can take our German Shephard out for a walk. .”

“Deal.”

“So, in our country, there is a list which tells what is to be done by whom. Foreign policy, defence, etc. are to be done by Central government. Police, law and order, etc. are to be done by state government”

“Isn’t defence and police the same thing?”

“There’s a difference. When someone from outside creates trouble and we protect ourselves, that is defence. When someone from inside creates trouble, then it’s a police problem”

“I got it a little, but continue”

“No worries. You can ask me anything anytime. So, when any one is killed or hurt or beaten, it is a law and order problem. And, who handles law and order?”

“State government!”

“Korrect. So, what do you understand by this?”

“Those people don’t have daddy like I do. They should be returning awards to state government”

“Ummm, not exactly. Tell me, who gave you the prize for chess?”

“Principal”

“And, who judged your game?”

“Examiners were called from outside”

“So, who should you be returning awards to?”

“I don’t get it”

“See, a jury and an audience discusses and decides who should be given what award. The central government simply announces the winner and gives that person the award”

“I still didn’t get it. Who should they return awards then?”

“To no one. They didn’t get awards to protest. They got awards for their work. They got awards so they can be recognized in their field and in the big nation called India. Returning the award is an insult to the jury, the audience, the nation, and their work”

The child sits wide-eyed.

“Listen child, I know why you’re confused. How is returning the award an insult to their work? See, they worked hard,  did good things and got the award for the hard work and their creation. Right?”

“Riiiggght”

“So, if they return the award aren’t they themselves undermining the recognition their creation got? Remember, they got the awards for their work and work alone. Did you get your chess award because you performed well and won or because you’re my son or because of your name?”

“I got it because I deserved it. I defeated 16 opponents back to back, I worked hard. How could you say I got it because of my name?”, the child was clearly agitated.

“Now you understand. Your chess award is not for you, it is for your hardwork.”

“Oh, I get it.”

“Anyone can give awards. I can, your principal can. But, who is getting the award? Your hardwork is. Who is collecting the award? You are, for your hardwork. Why do you think they announce in school that “This child got the Chess award for his persistence, hardwork and skill”? Ever thought about it?”

“You make sense.”, the child sneered.

“I’m glad you found sense”, he kissed his child’s forehead.

“So child, tell me. Who are you going to return your award to?”

“No one. The award is not even mine to give. It belongs to my hardwork. But, “

“But, if you’re not returning award, then how should you protest? How should those artists protest?”

“You stole my words!”

“I am your daddy for a reason”, he chuckles, “Now back to the point. Their work should speak for themselves. If an artist wants to protest, create art to protest! Tel me, how can a writer protest?”

“By writing! A writer got his award because he is good in writing. So, the best way in which he can protest is by writing! He should write and spread the word!”

“How should a filmmaker protest?”

“By making films!”

“How should intellectuals protest?”

“By holding discussions and helping people understand!”

“But, aren’t people the ones who do the bad deed?”

“No. Some people do bad deed, and all the people get a bad name. Like in my school, there’s a boy who cheated in an exam and got all of us a bad name.”

“So, one last one. How should you protest?”

“By playing chess!”

He looked intrigued.

“Ummm, not by playing chess. But. . . Then. . .  “

“It’s not your business to protest. You can protest when something affects you or the school-children directly. The best thing you can do is to study hard, play harder, and grow up to become a responsible citizen.”

“Right. I’ll become a responsible citizen, be a part of the administration and strengthen my country!”

“You make sense”

“I’m glad you found sense”, the child sneered.

“Look who’s stealing words now?”, he ruffled his child’s hair.

“Ok daddy. I get it. Foreign policy and defence part I’ll clarify with you later. My shephard is waiting for a walk.”

“Alright. Go have a walk. And you both take care.”

“Yessshhhhh daddy!”