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Posted: 8 years ago
Director Cheyyar Ravi with whom i worked in Anandham died yesterday after suffering a massive heart attack.Just 54 and so much more great work left and gone too soon.

I am bringing you all this news because Anandham was what brought me here in the first place.

R.I.P. Cheyyar Ravi sir.
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Posted: 8 years ago
Please accept our heartfelt condolences at the loss of such a young, talented director, Satish.
We extend our deepest sympathies to Mr. Cheyyar Ravi's family as well.

Anandham was an extremely popular serial during its time...
and although I didn't get to see your work in that serial, I understand it was a stepping stone in your career.

Let this tragic event be a wake-up call and a kind reminder to ourselves to keep fit and have regular check-ups with the doctor - no matter how busy we are with life.

May his soul rest in peace.
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Moana,Kungfu panda and more


About a week back,i looked at her highness,the king and queen of my house and with my eyes opened wide like the cat in Puss in boots,i whimpered " can we watch,Moana" and she went " what? moana,moaning" and i blushed and smiled wide,until you could see all canines,molars and cavities and nodded.

A few scenes,a few minutes into the movie,she looked at me " not for me,have fun" and went off towards i think,the kitchen,hall,well not that it matters.

It started cute,went slow and then went well and meant well and i loudly " okay bro.time well spent."

All right,i am a sucker for animation films but those that carry well meaning and heartfelt relevant themes.

Mixed bag actually for starting with lion king,shrek,the incredibles,kungfu panda and now to moana and more i think more than animation it is the story that although animated is pretty well adult oriented and always comes with a deep meaning.

For example,just this single piece of dialogue made the time watching the whole film worthwhile

"Po: Maybe I should just quit and go back to making noodles.

Oogway: Quit, don't quit? Noodles, don't noodles? You are too concerned about what was and what will be. There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the "present." Kung Fu Panda

"Your mind is like this water, my friend. When it is agitated, it becomes difficult to see. But if you allow it to settle, the answer becomes clear."
Kung Fu Panda


I will confess one thing and that is i would rather watch animation movies if i had a choice than watch these real cartoons pass off as heroes and heroines who are acting out a story.

Crap,todays movies are so full off double meaning,triple meaning songs and lines and it is all about the glorification of the heroes eyes and th heroines cleavage and navel.Please,stop me,stop me right now before the bile gushes out in filthy words.

I would rather watch shrek,moana and kungfu panda a hundred times than watch some of the recent indian and even hollywood films.Okay,delete The lunchbox from that for it has my sweetheart Nimrat kaur in it and come on it is a pretty good film.

One is never too old,i repeat one is not old to watch animation films and a thousand curses on those who find animation films a bit childish.There is a wealth of philosophy,spirituality and real meaning in those animated films.

I have confessed many a time that cried like a baby in that final scene of Moondram pirai and Vazhve maayam and although i nearly cried for that scene in Titanic where rose lets go off jacks hand and watches him sink into the depths of the Atlantic ocean,my eyes were filled with kate winslet's lips and beauty.

So,no tears only drool from my open mouth.

But i cried and howled for lion king,Up and a secret few more that i feel terrible to reveal.

Here is a list of animated films that you should watch and i beg you to watch.

UP,KUNGFU PANDA 1&2,THE JUNGLE BOOK,MOANA,WALL E,SHREK,THE LION KING,THE INCREDIBLES,Ratatouille,Toy Story,FINDING NEMO,Monsters Inc,Monster House,How to Train Your Dragon.


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Posted: 8 years ago

For whom the bells toll-school bell

bell,bell,school bell
hearing it is just hell,hell
slept through class with my eyes open
dreaming of all the doggies and trees
beckoning me with their branches of mangoes and guavas
the right butt reminded me the last time i got whacked
for climbing walls and reaching for forbidden fruit
and the left butt cheek said " i am ready,go for it"
bell,bell,school bell and the evening bell
hearing it was sweet heaven after a life in hell

They filled me with stories about khilji and tipu
and taught me first battle of panipat
and all i could think of was pani puri
and khilji rhymed with potato bajji
i wondered when i heard about quit india movement
and planned about quit house and family movement
but then came jane eyre and rochester
and like jane hearing his voice
i too heard her voice and hung on
even though the bell rang and rang
now with it my heart sang and sang

Ratnagireeshwarar temple and Adyar Anantapadmanabhan temple are the ones i frequent pretty regularly and although Marundeeshawarar temple is more or less in the same radius as the other two,the morning traffic passing through kalakshetra colony and Thiruvanmiyur is bad and very daunting and i keep my visit for sundays and for those days when he beckons me with a personal invitation in my dreams.( that sirree bob is for later days).

Awake by 2 or 3 in the morning,milk boiled,coffee brewed,coffee drunk and all done i am out of the house by 5 or 5.30 and then back only at 7 or 7.30 and that depends on the new doggy pals i make and then in that case it stretches to 8.00.

I hurriedly rush back,bathe,light the lamp and rush off to the temple and then i see the screen drawn across the lord's face and i know that he is getting ready with makeup an all and costumes to greet his fans and devotees and so i seat myself and wait for the screen to be moved aside.

The screen always reminds me of the times those days when one sat in the movie hall waiting for those jigna and ornate screen curtains to slide away revealing the white dhoti on which the projection would happen.That was a magic moment and filled with high tension,drama and pain,yes pain for those days,they had seats filled with coir and metal covered with cheap rexine covers which invariably were torn by those well meaning movie goers and housed inside them many living,breathing things and that took the darkened movie hall as an invitation to crawl up your shorts.Even with jeans those goddamned bed bugs sunk their jaws in and kept the watchers wriggling their backsides making others wonder if he was just letting go of excess air otherwise called exhaust gas.gross.

But back in the temple,behind the screen,you hear the bell ring and you jump up in great expectation and then sit back again for that bell will ring many a time before the screen opens the greatest matinee idol,lord shiva.

damn,that bell is rung when he is bathed many a time with milk,curds,sandalwood paste,ghee and well you get the drift and then is washed off again and again and well my thoughts always run back to the bell and back to the school bell.

I remember a little from my first std for the house we lived in was just a few buildings away and when the bell rang,i used to fly away on my skinny stilts and rush home to swallow what was on the table and then back in a few minutes to school for it was fun time on the cement slide down,see saw and swings.

The bell has been a constant factor in my and well all our lives and i smile to myself each time i shake the kutty brass bell when i am doing my pooja at home.

That bell was like the voice of an angel for it sounded so good when it rang,saving me from the misery of my maths or physics class that many a unfortunate time came just before lunch and i used to sigh and breathe deeply and whisper "thank god."

It is usually life and then death ( who knows) but the morning bell in school was hell and the evening bell after the last class was heaven.yeeeaaah.

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Posted: 8 years ago
Raghu mama-One man army and his story-1

"Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else." Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven


The tiled path and the platform that separates the beach sand from the road is a popular place and off late has become even more popular on the weekends.But the morning moments from 4 to 7 belongs to the oldies and their batches who come and go between those hours and i guess they don't have much to do with the hours after dark for that is left to the hormone filled younger generation and their antics in and out of their cars.

Limelight from tv,films and ads have made me well known on the beach and mostly everyone are aware and smile,wave and holler greetings( there a few who give me the middle finger with their eyes and beat the late shivaji ganesan in the acting dept,for their eyes spite while their lips smile). There was a time when my steps would have faltered with this undeserved spite and negative emotions but i am happy and proud to say that unlike before,i now realise and understand that everyone is entitled to their thoughts,opinions and judgements and there is no damn thing you or me can do about it.

For people who know me,i mean really know me will understand that i am pretty sensitive( read over sensitive) and am pretty well capable of gauging a persons mood and thought process and have learnt to leave them well alone and avoid them.

Life has taught me a lot about patience and tolerance( read as my loved ones who taught me those ideals) and armed with that i now see with new eyes that every life is a voyage,a story,a tale of sacrifice and so much more than they present themselves as to us and the world.

In my earlier post,i have written about the late Subramaniam who passed away last july at the ripe and grand old age of 106 and a few days later my dear friend Seshadri passed away after battling valiantly with cancer which came back with a vengeance and consumed him,his family and a little bit of us.He was just 60.

This year started with another familiar face who was is also called Subramaniam who was 76 and passed away suddenly on jan 12th.

Subramaniam is very important to this story or this creation for he along with Easwar and Raghu made up a small,solitary group that i frequented very often although i spent more time with the other group which had ram murthy mama,Rajan sir,jayaprakash,suresh,sudhakar,jagdish,kutty ram murthy from palakkad and raja mannar.

Although i did try to bridge the chasm of twenty or so odd feet that separated both the groups,i gave up my futile attempts and cursed old people's whims and fancies.( read what a miserable old fart i am going to be)

Subramaniam and easwar were inseparable and raghu who was in his late sixties but looked older than both of them who were in their late seventies just sat quietly,nodding and smiling at all the goings on.Only later was i told that he was totally deaf in both the ears and that pleasant smile was a mask that people suffering from Alzheimers wear constantly.He pretended to hear everything,understand every word that was spoken and smiled that lost smile that pretty well conveyed ( i have no clue as to what the hell you people are yapping about),

Well,he just wanted company,friendly company for the brief hours of the morning and i would sometime see him shuffling slowly away with his shoulders bent in some melancholic burden.Frankly,i never gave him much thought but honestly i always gave him a loving smile,a moments pause and a soft touch on his shoulder enquiring how he was and that always brought his still white and near perfect teeth colgate smile.small investment and huge dividends.But until yesterday i had no clue as to his story,his life,his voyage and his sacrifices.

To be continued
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Posted: 8 years ago
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The Carpenters Yesterday Once More

When I was young I'd listen to the radio
Waitin' for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along, it made me smile

Those were such happy times and not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they're startin' to sing's, so fine

When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry, just like before
It's yesterday once more

Lookin' back on how it was in years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad, so much has changed.

It was songs of love that I would sing to then
And I'd memorize each word
Those old melodies still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they're startin' to sing's so fine

All my best memories come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry, just like before
It's yesterday once more

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling, that they're startin' to sing's so fine

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o, still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
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Going back to school and turning back the clock and time with Malati teacher who taught me English and Parvati teacher who taught me tamil and so much more about life

It's going to be 31 years since i left school and add the paltry 4 years from 1982 to 1986 and well it has been nearly 35 years since i first stepped foot into the campus of kalakshetra and into the campus of our school.

The sand feels the same under my bare feet as it did then and the wind gently whispering some strange shlokas as they tunnel and funnel through the trees of Tapovanam seem to be singing the same tune.I left malati teacher and parvati teacher in the care of the other faculty members and slowly made my way around the campus.

Memories of my classmates running around,talking,chatting,fighting,arguing,seated here and there,scattered here and there came rushing towards me and through me and i turned to hold them back and they spoke " we are in you as memories,safe in your soul."

Yes,safe and tucked away in a pure and unblemished corner of my soul reside those years when i came as one and left as another one.No,the school did not change much in me but rather opened a window to me and showed me another side to me,the softer,kinder and respecting one.

I stood near the basketball court and looked up at the naga palam tree and those dark purple fruits beckoned me to come and climb its branches and i nearly leaped on to the trunk but my aging knees wailed a warning and i looked up at the tree " maybe another time in another life."

The campus of Besant arundale is a vault,a storage, safety deposit locker in which lie all our memories,precious moments of our faded youth and it holds in its bosom all of us and our years tenderly,waiting to hand it over when we visit the place.

I drove the car with both the ladies and first dropped off parvati teacher and she shook my hand and gave me a hug and then it was off to velachery again to drop malati teacher off at Hotel Westinn.

We looked at each other and she said " thank you" and i said " ma'am,the pleasure is mine and i thank you."

Thank you Besant arundale for giving me such beautiful souls as my friends and life companions for this voyage of life has been made easier with you and them besides me.Be well.

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Posted: 8 years ago
Gathering moondrops


1

It is a bold world,strange and full of your own solitary shadows
a world where you can be what you want to be
young,old,strong,weak and naive once again
stand under the halo of the full moon and turn yellow
raise your palms and gather its light and cup it
drink it and be one for it is a bold world
a world of magic and illusions
and yet it is here in you and the only world i need
no need to pack your bags,travel long
no worries for it is instant and immediate

so every night i wait near the windows for the moon to rise
for the moon to hang over my window and cry its moondrops
and i gather them for soon i hope to be a moondrop myself


2

I see you and i see me and i see we all are the same
all stuck playing this confusing game
jokers and suckers in a round and round blame game
my limbs are okay and yet i feel lame
they did give me a title and yet i feel as if i have no name
all that is known,seen and judged is my flesh and face
though like the iceberg most of me remains under,submerged
in dark and solitary waters it stays without a trace

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Raghu -One man army and his story-2

I feel that the earth is a Galaxy by itself,not a galaxy of stars but a galaxy of lives and all those clusters are called constellations.Small clusters,big clusters and massive clusters of lives and their voyages from birth to death make up this beautiful planet and the one we call mother earth.

I see a masterpiece written nay wrought in every face that i come across and yes i agree i am an incurable romantic and a miserable sad sack.Pity,that the sweet of my tears make me a diabetic and the salt of my tears gift me high blood pressure and yet they run down all our cheeks,streams from the left and right of our eyes.
But i wonder if tears are just the physical outpouring of what caused it in the first place or if the heart or the soul or the mind can cry too and then i ponder on what the taste or color of the souls tears would be.

Mother nature just screwed up a little for if only she had added colors to the tears that roll down our cheeks in times of happiness and sadness,then maybe it would be different for most of the tears are invisible in their colorless drops.


Monday to wednesday is meant for lifting weights in the gym followed by a cardio or a brisk 5 km run on thursday and sunday and back to the gym for the friday and saturday ass breaking regimen under the eagle eye of my coach who calls me sir and whom i call master.

So thursday came with my heart doing cartwheels for it meant run time on the beach and sun time and doggy time and nothing else.As always i prepared the two fixes of large mugs of filter coffee for her majesty my wife and like a cat,like a rat i slunk out of the house and soon my feet were pitter pattering on the black of the beach road and then warmed up,i ran,ran faster and with nearly twenty minutes up slowed to catch my breath and saw the solitary figure of Easwar sir sitting there in the light of the rising sun.

I stopped,waved and he waved back and in a rare break of character for easwar,he walked,raced towards me and asked me how i was.For a 78 year old man to greet me with so much affection meant the end of another ten minute run and i gasped that i would be there with him in a few minutes and catching my breath and stretching a bit soon sat by him and then as is my character blurted " where is,i mean where is that gentleman who is hard of hearing,raghu,right raghu mama."

Well,these words framed as a question came forth in a gush from my gob for i was concerned and also saddened to see easwar sitting all alone pining for the late subramaniam who left us two months back.

The loss of someone you love and that too a dear friend is a deathblow and it is pretty hard to recover from that kind of sadness and that too at the ripe old age of 78.

Easwar told me that raghu was busy with some chores in the house and that he had not come to the beach for the past two days.

As is my birthright,my left eyebrow raised and designed itself in a question and easwar started,stopped and then started to explain the reason and the reasons for raghu not coming to the beach for the past two days left me stunned,humbled and also willed me to be a better person.

Stories,incidents,scenes,shots,moments and they capture life in all its glory and also miseries and in a just a fe minutes easwar confided the tale of raghu and the cry baby that i was, i cried and tasted the salt on my lips and also felt happy that there was a spring still alive and bubbling in my soul for i had off late thought that it had run dry.


Raghu mama is 68 years old and yet he looks like he is 80 years old,nearly deaf in both ears lives with his elder sister and his mother who is in her 90's and well both are bed ridden.

A few years back,raghu's wife apparently ran away to seek solace and comfort in some religious cult and from then on his life seems to have spiralled down and he is down,deep down the vortex of life and the peaks it throws in our path.

A few months after his wife left,his mother fell and broke her hip and well it was up to him to feed her,bathe her,clean her and care for her.

Then his elder sister,separated from her husband after a fight came to live with them for a little time and soon fell ill,gravely ill with cancer.Soon she too was bedridden and with his meagre earning,it was left for raghu to now also clean,bathe,feed his sister.

He wakes up early,cooks breakfast,feeds his sister carrot juice and then attends to their bodily functions and only after they are cared for and done,does he venture out to the beach and to our company at about 6.30 and is back to his duties by 7.30 a.m.

I have written a tale,a voyage in just a few lines but then i think and hope it will do.

It is too much too bear and like bloodletting practice in ancient times to relieve and cure illness i too have written and write to drain my mind of the pain and sorrows that i witness daily,inside me and outside me.
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This article is from The hindu and i wanted to share it with all of you about the goings on down south and the plight of the girl child.

Not without our daughters

Some 60 young women who grew up believing they were orphans discover the world and the families they were taken away from



Deep in a village outlined by fragrant jasmine fields in Usilampatti block of Madurai, 50-year-old Vellaiammal sits on a rock near her just-milked cows. Wiping her hands on her sari, she removes a handmade greeting card from a plastic bag. She holds it by the edges, careful not to let her wet fingers smudge the English words emblazoned in red felt pen across the page: "I miss you. MISS you. Miss YOU. With love, Nicola."

The bag has more cards and letters, some packed with little cut-out hearts and paper roses that spill out when she opens the envelope. Her favourite, though, is the pencil drawing of a small house, next to which stand a mother and father, three girls and a boy in order of decreasing height, and finally, a tall girl in a T-shirt. An arrow pointing to it says, "Me and my family."

When Vellaiammal was 30, she delivered her fourth child in the Usilampatti general hospital. It was a girl again, and the family was in mourning. On the third day, Vellaiammal went back to the fields. When she returned for lunch, the infant was gone. "My mother simply said the baby had died," says Vellaiammal. "This was common in our parts"girls were unwanted, and someone in the family poisoned or drowned the child. Or maybe she died naturally, I didn't know. I hadn't even named her. I cried for a month, but what could I do?" There was land to till, young children to feed, elderly parents to care for. In a year, she had a son, and the family moved on.

Two decades later, in mid-2016, a social worker named K. Devendran told Vellaiammal that their fourth daughter was not only alive, but living in a children's home only an hour and a half away. Her husband Palani threw Devendran out, insisting their child was dead. Vellaiammal, however, could not sleep that night. She cursed her dead mother for the horrifying deception. In a few weeks, Devendran returned. This time, he had a name and a photograph. "Her face..." Palani says, as he recalls looking at Nicola's picture for the first time. "It was the face of all my children."

More than 80 sets of parents like Velaiammal and Palani, from six villages in Usilampatti, received similarly staggering news last year. They learnt that their daughters"thought dead, abandoned, or killed"were alive in the neighbouring town of Tiruchi, and that they had been illegally raised in a Christian evangelist home called Mose Ministries. Illegal, because neither the institution nor its 89 residents were registered anywhere. The girls were admitted without due procedure, believing for 20 years that they had been abandoned or orphaned. Mose Ministries fed, clothed and schooled them, but in a restrictive environment"CCTVs in the dormitory, severe punishments, limited mobility, enforced religious rituals.




Of the 89 girls, the parentage of 61 is now known. For over a year, most of these parents"poor farmers, flower-sellers or day labourers"have been in the middle of an emotionally harrowing, legally complex effort to bring their girls home. "Why do I want her back?" asks Vellaiammal, repeating my reluctant question. "Because she is mine. Because she shouldn't have been given away in the first place."



The 89 girls were discovered when two interns from Chennai-based NGO CHANGEindia visited a few unregistered children's homes in 2015 to gather evidence for a High Court petition on illegal childcare institutions. The interns, Vikas Christy and Babi Christina, had simply walked into Mose Ministries in Tiruchi"the gate was unlocked"and spoken to the inmates for three hours. "It was surprising; they were all around the same age," says Christy. "All the girls said they had been rescued from female infanticide." As the interns investigated in Tiruchi, social worker Devendran went in search of the parents in Usilampatti"his employer, Society for Integrated Rural Development (SIRD), had worked in the area for two decades to prevent sex selective abortion and infanticide. Using a list given by a whistleblower from the Home, Devendran knocked on doors until he had personally identified 61 parents across six villages. His conversations with them also revealed the state's disturbing role in separating the girls from their birth homes.

Pastor Gideon Jacob and his German-origin wife started Mose Ministries in Usilampatti in 1994. Female infanticide was rampant in the region, and the Tamil Nadu government introduced the Cradle Baby Scheme, which invited parents to give away unwanted infants instead of killing them. "But people were still killing girls, until 1996. Then the case of a mother jailed for infanticide made the news," says Devendran. "People finally realised infanticide was a crime. Killings dropped, but more infants began to be abandoned." A senior official in the Usilampatti government hospital told me, "If any girl baby was left with us, we had to inform the police, and if no one claimed the child, we would hand them over to recognised adoption centres."


A nexus involving many

None of the 89 Usilampatti girls were admitted this way"neither was Mose Ministries an authorised centre nor was the police informed. Over four years, village nurses, a panchayat president and his daughter (a senior nurse at the government hospital) reportedly brought over 125 girls to Mose: toddlers, a couple of six-year-olds, but most of them day-old infants. "Parents told me that when a girl was born and the family was depressed, at that moment, the nurse would say, just leave the kid," says Devendran.

The former panchayat president had passed away a week before I visited Usilampatti, and the accused nurses had "been transferred""no one knew where to. Devendran, who met them several times last year with the police, says, "They weren't forthcoming about whether Mose Ministries paid them, but justified their action as saving the girls' or giving them a better future'."

In 1998, Mose Ministries moved the children to Tiruchi overnight, without informing local authorities or the police. For 16 years, the girls grew up in the two shabby dormitories where they were found in 2015, tucked away in a narrow, constricted street in Tiruchi's Subramaniapuram. "They were brought up in an unhygienic, isolated environment, without counsellors, or mentors," says Christy. "The older girls took care of the younger ones; they cooked, cleaned and did domestic chores. No local person, except the Pastor's friends, ever visited. They were forcibly involved in prayer and groomed for evangelist work." Residents told the interns and later, the police, that they were taken abroad in batches often once a year to meet donors and perform songs or dances. Screenshots of the Mose Ministries website, which has now been taken down, had cheerful pictures of 87 girls"each holding a guitar, basketball or badminton racket. The Home used these to solicit donations, largely from Germany.

A teacher from St. Philomena's High School, which the girls attended for some years, tells me the Mose girls did not mingle with their classmates, had learning difficulties, and were entirely unexposed "to the outside world". A Madurai Additional District Judge in her report to the High Court wrote that though over 17 now, if the girls were stranded somewhere, they wouldn't be able to find their way back home. They had never handled money. "I asked one of the children, what you will do if you want a pencil," the judge notes. "She immediately told me that she would pray to Jesus and Jesus would in turn send the pencil."

A. Narayanan, director of CHANGEindia, filed a petition in Madras High Court in 2015 demanding that Mose Ministries be investigated for violation of children's rights, trafficking, and exploitation. In its affidavit, Mose Ministries denied all allegations, claiming that the 89 residents had been "left at our doorsteps without any clue about their parentage". They said the girls were well cared for and should remain in the Home. Narayanan, however, requested that, as per the Juvenile Justice (Care and Protection) Act, which calls institutional care "the last resort", the girls be reunited with their biological parents.

Soon, the Pastor and his wife left the country (when I called, their numbers were unreachable). The High Court barred entry into the Home for all Mose Ministries staff and put the girls under the state's care. As the case progressed, the Home's defence"that they didn't know about the girls' parents"began to fall apart. When the Pastor's office was searched, a locked cupboard yielded a register with the parents' identities and the children's dates of birth. A Child Welfare Committee member took pictures of it with her phone. Within a day, the register disappeared, prompting an enraged court to order the Central Bureau of Investigation to probe allegations of trafficking. It identified eight violations, including obtaining passports by questionable means, illegally taking the children on foreign tours, illegal procurement and emotional abuse of children. Based on the register's pictures, the court also ordered DNA tests on parents willing to take the girls back. Paying Rs. 5,000 each, 48 families tested their DNA, and 34 matches have been confirmed till now.


When I visited 20 of these families, they had already spent a year and half in the hope of a reunion. For Thangavelu Kannan, 38, from Mettupatti village, it would be a chance to "finally care for" the child that had been snatched away before she even saw her face. She had been unconscious in the hospital after a complicated delivery and a near-fatal respiratory disorder when her mother-in-law gave the child away to the head nurse. Thangavelu was only 18 then, and this was her third daughter. "I had no say," she says. Still, eight months later, when she recovered, she had returned to the hospital, demanding her child back. "The head nurse told me that she'd given her to a German-run shelter," she says. They told her it was too late and that "some foreign family" had probably adopted the child. "I asked myself"what could I offer the child?" says Thangavelu. "A drunk father, an ailing mother, a single meal a day, probably half an education." She told herself her daughter would have a better future with a loving, affluent family abroad. She stopped looking.

Yearning for a another chance

Crouching near her paddy field, Thangavelu squeezes her eyes shut. "I should never have given up," she says, wracked with guilt. "All these years, my daughter has been in an institution, with no affection, no one to call her own. I'm never letting her go again." Thangavelu mentions the two daughters and son she did raise"the first now a veterinarian, the second married to a military man who's paying for her teaching degree, and the boy in school. "Things are different from 20 years ago," she says. "I am not helpless anymore. I'm physically strong, my farm and cows are doing well. I will make sure my daughter is happy."

The first thing Thangavelu did was to learn how to say her daughter's name. "Sum-maandha," she mangles the name, smiling. "Correct?" When Thangavelu visited Samantha at Mose Ministries, the 20-year-old did not meet her or accept her gifts of a salwar kameez and bangles. The third time, they ate lunch together but Samantha did not say a word. The fourth time, when Thangavelu went with her other daughter, Samantha flung a plate down. "Why me?" Samantha yelled. "Why did you throw me away?"

"It wasn't me, not me," Thangavelu said. "It was my mother-in-law!"

"Where is the old lady now?"

"Dead," Thangavelu said.

"Tholanjupovattum," good riddance, Samantha cursed.

Most of the girls in Mose Ministries are second or third daughters. Sitting on the half-built steps of her house, labourer Vasanthi says she had given her third girl away out of fear that her alcoholic husband Sadayan would beat her. Now, it is he who dreams of his daughter's return. "She said she'll come home if I stopped drinking," he says. "I have been sober for six months." Another father, Karuputhevar, had given his third daughter"now Catherine"to the panchayat president because the family was to migrate to Delhi for work in the 1990s. His sister, 50-year-old Dhanalaxmi, who runs a roadside eatery, had given Glory away after her husband left her""we fought all the time because I wasn't having a boy". Some girls were born out of wedlock. Some others were born in poverty-stricken times or the mother passed away in childbirth.

Different circumstances, different social and economic pressures, but one thing was common: how dispensable their girls seemed to be.

"The parents were poor, vulnerable, and were probably relieved to be divested of their responsibility when someone offered to take the girl away," says former National Child Rights Committee chairperson Nina Naik, who has followed the case closely. "This is a cruel reality in many parts of India. I blame the state government and police, who let such an outfit run under its nose for so long, and Mose Ministries, which took advantage of the parents first, and then kept the girls for years to take donations in their name." Even if it might seem like some parents "don't deserve" to get their children back, she explains, the girls cannot be left in a home that exploits them.

When the case began, all except eleven of the 89 girls were over 18. Today, the Madurai bench of the Madras High Court said that only seven are minors. In its final verdict in November 2016, the court declared that since 82 girls were now adults, they had "the freedom to decide about their future""whether to remain with Mose or go to their parents. The Tiruchi Collector is to form a committee"with counsellors and state officials"to ascertain each girl's preference.



Bonds for life

This will not be easy. Tiruchi's Social Welfare Officer S. Usha, now in charge of the girls, says they were eager to live with their biological parents but "also reluctant to betray the people who raised them". Moreover, the young women are afraid to be separated from the group. "They are strongly bonded, it's the only family they know," says Usha. A counsellor from the Chennai-based humanitarian non-profit Indian Council of Child Welfare told the court that all the girls had been "systematically subjected to indoctrination or a sort of brainwash to surrender their entire life to control by the so-called father'."

"There is no easy solution for such complicated cases, except to prioritise the welfare of the child," says Naik. "They need help and long-term counselling to be psychologically and emotionally mainstreamed. Having ruined their childhood, Mose Ministries should fund their rehabilitation." Narayan from CHANGEindia says he's appealing the verdict in the Supreme Court, asking why Mose Ministries and Pastor Gideon Jacob have not been held accountable in any way.



When I ask the parents why their daughters don't seem like a burden today, most answers display a strong protectiveness. "Young women cannot stay with male staff in a Home when they have come of age," Karuputhevar says. Dhanalaxmi is excited about the wedding she'll plan for Glory. "I prefer she marries within our caste. So many people are already asking for her hand"but if she wants to marry a Christian, I will think about it."

Devendran explains that the sex ratio in these parts has plummeted so low that young women are now much sought after. "More than any awareness campaigns, it's this tangible loss that's raising the value of a girl child today," he says.

The parents' commitment was tested in January, when Mose Ministries staff invited about 50 parents for a clandestine meeting under the guise of a press conference. In a wedding hall, they fed them a mutton curry meal, and screened a video of Pastor Jacob insisting the girls would be better off in the Home - the parents could visit any time. "They were trying to influence us to stop pursuing the case," says Perumayi, 32, who has been dreaming of bringing her sister Evelyn home. "It was humiliating, I was so angry!" Mose Ministries' attempt was counterproductive. The parents have now re-energised their efforts to get their daughters back. Most of them visit the Home every month now, forging a relationship with their long-lost daughters.



Reunions

In March, I accompanied some families on this monthly visit to Tiruchi. All the way, Panchavarnam, 22, another of Evelyn's sisters, receives calls on her mobile. "Evelyn is so impatient!" she says indulgently. She stops on the way to buy sesame balls and butter murukku" "her favourite". She had spent the previous night braiding jasmine for all the girls at Mose Ministries. Next to her, Pandian, 26, is quieter. "When I first saw Michelle, I couldn't help bursting into tears"we looked so alike," he says. He has brought his wedding album, "to show her our relatives". Thangavelu has brought her oldest daughter.

As we near the Home, a few young women climb on a rusted black gate and wave at us. A few others are sitting on the low wall, hunched over a borrowed smart phone, singing along to the latest Tamil hits. As soon as Panchavarnam enters, a dozen girls run towards her. She hugs everyone, they complain playfully about her not coming sooner. The flowers mollify them. An ice-cream cart passes and Pandian buys everyone kulfis. Two plainclothes policewomen sit on a ledge, looking bored. "They're quite sweet," says Zipporah, 22, laying straw mats on the floor for us. "We use their phones to call our families." She is one of three girls who grew up together in Mose Ministries not knowing they were sisters.

Michelle, Evelyn and Samantha are brought out like brides"still smelling of soap, in their best clothes, relieved from their daily chores by friends. "I was supposed to make the rasam today, but I wanted to spend time with my sister," says Evelyn, lacing arms with a thrilled Panchavarnam.

Nearby, Pandian's wife kisses Michelle's cheeks. She squirms. "Please, I don't know how to be like this," she says, pushing her away, looking at her brother pleadingly. The wife asks Michelle why she's wearing jeans. Pandian laughs, "Because my sister is stylish." The photo album is lost among the other girls. They pore over it, asking questions""This is how people get married?" "Who are these kids to Michelle?" "Is this real silk?"

Away from the happy cacophony, some of the older girls are cooking lunch. There, Samantha introduces her mother to her "best friend" Quela. When she shyly tells Thangavelu her father's name, the older woman claps her hands. "Balu! He is my neighbour!" She beckons me over, grinning. "Tell Quela what happened when you met him," she says.

Balu Pandian is famously the hardest working farmer in Mettupatti village. He likes to say his hearing disability deepens his focus on the field. His family, though, sees no silver lining. Balu's first two daughters were born with hearing and speech disabilities and when he had a third girl, his mother gave her away within three hours. "I was afraid she too would be deaf and dumb," the old woman said. When Devendran told Balu about Quela, the farmer had only one question: "Can she talk?" Since then, Balu has met his daughter eight times. "She is so eloquent," he said, beaming.

As we spoke, about 25 villagers gathered around the house. They were all staring at me, warm smiles all around. One of them kissed my forehead. Another gave me a glass of tea and introduced herself as "a cousin". Afterwards, an elderly woman walked me out of the village. She held my hand and touched my face. "Until you took out your notebook, we thought you were her," she said "the once-unwanted daughter, now finally returned. "When will she come home?"

The writer is author of The Seasons of Trouble: Life Amid the Ruins of Sri Lanka's Civil War.


http://www.thehindu.com/society/not-without-our-daughters/article17527131.ece?homepage=true

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