OUR LITTLE KNOWN HERO
OCT 2nd, “Gandhi Jyanthi.” One of the greatest human was born today. Gandhi, as we know is a saga by himself. We celebrate his birthday today as “World Non-Violence Day”.
Today, I am writing, writing about a ‘little known hero’. A hero, in his own little suburban town. The one that we failed to recognize.
I met him yesterday, in his cozy little home. He was there outside in his bed, lying with his eyes closed, all too tried from his years of fight.
“He is ninety four years old” my mom said.
It is astonishing. I would rather like to say he is ninety four years ‘young’.Now he is barely able to eat anything. His “all this while busy" limbs that carried him around have rested too. “No more”, said those limbs. Even his bowels are not obeying his commands in his last days. He was there, our ‘HERO’, lying in his bed that is wet in his own urinal.
All his relatives and neighbors were around, counting his days on this inhuman earth. They are paying visits to fulfill their duty, the duty of visiting him. I went there with my mother and the moment he opened his eyes it recognized her.
I don’t know if he recognized me for I have met him only a few odd times before. But he definitely said something looking at me. Little did I know about him then!
All that I knew was that he is an old man, who helps a lot for the school that my mother works in as a head-mistress.
But there before my eyes was a brave Hero, who had lived his entire life with dedication and selflessness.
When everybody around was concerned about him and confronting him saying that he will be fine. He said this to my mom in his trembling voice with his vocals failing to widened up,
“Sorry, I was not feeling well ma that’s why I couldn’t come to the school NSS meet. I don’t know, if I will come to the school hereafter but this year also Annual day should be celebrated well and all those good performing kids should be encouraged.”
I am talking here about a Government girl’s school in a suburban area. What makes this ‘94 year young man’ here in his death bed so concerned about a school and its well being.
He is definitely a hero, a little known HERO maybe.
Born to a poor family some ninety odd years ago, he had led his life through struggles and hurdles. He was nineteen then when he picked up tailoring as a profession. Little did schools educate him for his family couldn’t afford it.
Taking up the family responsibilities, he worked hard and took his family to better a position. He never got married but got all his siblings married and educated them too. He became popular as a tailor in his town.
Joining congress, he became active in it’s movement and Gandhian principles. He even has the pride of meeting Gandhi in person and hearing his speeches. He was one of our freedom fighters. He had dedicated and donated all his toiled earnings then for cause the freedom movement.
After independence another leader changed his path forever.Yeah the Dravidian party and its leader “EVAERA RAMASAMY” or ‘ PERIYAR’ as they call so, became his religion and GOD.
Since then he started working alongside with the Dravidian party in social up-fronting. Little did he was educated in schools. But he is right to be called as a Scholar, a scholar in TAMIL. With his commanding voice and depth of knowledge he was able to attract many people by his side.
He became an active Dravidian worker and started spreading PERIYARISM throughout.
IN 1964,(may not be correct with the dates) he was one of the important person to start a Girls school in the suburb of ‘MANNACHANALLUR'. Since then, he became associated with this school. For the well being and development of this school he contributed and dedicated himself.
He was then a Motivator, a support for the younger generation of girls to take up schooling. He mentored them in a period where girl’s education is still on the back side. He continued to stand firm and helped these girls in whatever little ways he can, from getting books which was not free then to aiding them psychologically.
Years rolled by but this man never changed he continued to be a mentor of that school, helping in all its issues, helping in developing its infrastructure. Even at this age he never failed to do his work. Every single NSS MEET he will be there, every other annual day he will be there with a ‘caravan’ full of gifts for the out-performing kids.
He never failed to motivate them. He never failed to motivate the public too in donating for that schools development. Its right to say the school would have not been what it is now without his contribution.
All his life he lived as a fighter, fighter for social development, for a change, for a better living to the people around.Every other fight he took it in his shoulders and carried on.
He may not have led a political party or led a revolutionary moment. But he lived his life in a standalone way.
HE IS OUR HERO, A LITTLE KNOWN HERO. THOUGH HIS FULL NAME IS “Pulavazhar MA.PA Arumugam”. HE IS CALLED LOVINGLY AS “MA PA” AND THIRUKURAL THATHA (THATHA MEANING GRAND PA) by everyone.
He is one of those men that we failed to recognize, rather these men don’t care for recognition though. He is our own hero, a real leader, the one to be admired, followed and praised.
Now what he has savaged with this in his life?? Why this old man is all too concerned about the society he lives in?? Why he is in this age worried about girl’s education?? Why in this age he spreads his leader ‘Periyar’s’ thoughts?? What has he gained out of this??
Nothing!! All that he savaged was his bed, a little piece of blanket to cover him up, a few old clothes and off course his collection of books.
But here again, even in his death bed he is worried about a school that has nothing to do with him.
What made him become so? What made him a fighter?? Maybe he had leaders, selfless leaders to follow then.
All that we have as leaders now is crooks who play with people minds to lure their votes – ‘Colour TV for a man who is dying out of starvation, colour TV for a TV agency dealer too’.
All that we have as leaders now are those who loot let it be the spectrum or the Common wealth Games their Moto is “WE LOOT”.
Maybe that’s why we don’t bother of our society or of the lives around us. Maybe that’s why we live our own selfish life.
But remember, “Brave, young, mettle INDIANS we are the ‘KINGS and QUEENS’ of this nation. It’s our time to redeem ourselves. It is our time for carnation.
It’s we who should bring the change.
For our selfless little known HERO,“ MA PA”.
SPREAD LOVE around ......... Cheers