KASIMEDU – The Story Of Warriors Of Water

I had been planning to visit this place for over a month, but never had the time. So I let this plan be aside for sometime, just waiting for right time for it to pop into my life. Just after some days of writing blogs, The location – KASIMEDU popped into my mind. I believed that place had a story to tell. So this time, without any excuse I decided to go ahead with my plan.

Prior sunset glow from KASIMEDU

Kasimedu is located at a distance of whooping 40 km from my place. But luckily, with my friend I reached this place prior to sunrise. That’s one part of time where you could see the amazing pre sunset glow in the sky. I was awe struck after seeing thousands of boats parked at the place. I wanted to take a closer shot of the sunrise, so I kept walking inside Kasimedu to it’s end and waited there. The place was already crowded by locals.

Golden sunrise at “KASIMEDU”

And it happened. The Sunrise. The sun came out from the clouds, like an angel illuminating the entire sea. The scene suddenly became golden, and I couldn’t ask for more from the mother nature. But what we give back to nature is what saddened me in like 5 minutes later. The way we polluted the shores of Kasimedu was shocking. Not only locals, but people who visit the place contribute to it in a greater amount. As heard from the locals, The place has become a tourist place no different from Marina in the past few years. Plastic pollution in such places is not only a threat to us, but also to the creatures of the sea. Whatever we possesses is from nature, and what we give in return is not what it deserve.

So, after witnessing a fulfilling sunrise, I went inside Kasimedu to know more in detail about the place. That’s when I spotted someone cleaning the boat while others were just loitering around. I went to talk to him. That’s when I met Ezhumalai.

Ezhumalai at work

Ezhumalai has been sailing boats for the past 15 years. 8 years working as boat driver in Goa, he came to Kasimedu and settled with his family. He stopped sailing boats since his arrival here, stating the fact that the waves will be too rough and vigorous to manage here. He is the care taker of the boat and also known as the “Check list guy”. He checks whether the boat is filled with all essentials, the engine is in proper condition, they have enough food supplies.etc. Since it was the strike period (Every year, Fishermen prevent themselves from going fishing, by government order for 2 months for better breeding of fishes and other creatures). So during this period, he usually sleeps in the boat to prevent people from stealing stuff from it. As it was strike period, the fishermen will have lots of financial crisis and a lot of robbery occurs in order to escape from them. He also showed me the place where people sleep during travel, next to the steering wheel. 12 people sleep in that place, where hardly 4 can only fit. Finally before leaving, I posted a question “Evlo na irukum indha boat, oru 1 latcham?(How much this boat costs, a lakh?). That’s when he smirked a smile and said, “1 latchama. Thambi, andha blue colour la kayir suthi iruke . Adhuve 8 latcham pa. Motha boat 1 kodi(Brother. The blue colour thing with rope alone costs 8 lakhs. The entire boat costs a crore). And that point shook me from top to bottom.

That’s how Ezhumalai smiled after I posted the question

This made me realize that 90% of the fisherman doesn’t own a boat and work for a owner. This owner guy, is obviously a big shot and takes the majority of the share, without taking any risk and only because he has the money to buy a boat. But everyday, Ezhumalai takes care of the boat like his own, striving hard to make a living out of it.

I almost left the place, when I saw a group of people drinking something from a drum. That’s where I met the Rajan of the group, Mr. Sukumar.

RAJAN aka. MR. SUKUMAR

Mr. Sukumar is the leader of the group. He has been fishing for the past 35 years, and he is still doing strong. He came into fishing, just after 8th with his father. His family has an entire history on fishing, and no one can separate them from it. He worked at many places in and around India, and even in the Andamans. He even worked as a Ship Sailor for almost 2 years, and then quit it to come back to Kasimedu. When asked why, he replied, “Idhan pa en edam. Idha vittu na enga ponalum, thirumba ala adicha mari inga vandhu vilundhuruven. Kappal la vela senjen. Otha avan enna solradhu na enna kekuradhu nu inga vandhuten. Inga nan dhan pa Raja. Epome Raja”(This is my place. Wherever I go, I come back to this place. I worked in a ship. But, left it and came back here. Because, I’m the king here). That’s when I saw the Rajan inside Mr. Sukumar come out like a glance. He owns the place. He owns his set of people. But what shook me was even he doesn’t own a boat. Fishing, being his family business, even he doesn’t own one at present.

He is VELU who could drink a entire drum of Sunda Kanji, in one sitting.

In between this, Velu and Desappan explained to me about what they were drinking. It’s basically a recipe of rice mixed with a powder, which is allowed to settle for 4 days after mixing(Sunda Kanji). It’s the favorite food for each and every fisherman, in and around Kasimedu. It’s slightly alcoholic. But that’s what is keeping them active for entire day he says. They usually drink 2 cups prior to fishing and 2 cups after fishing. It’s the prime meal for every fisherman. Velu also stressed the hardships every fisherman face throughout the year. They go in fishing for like 15 days straight, and rarely return early when their requirement is fulfilled. He also added the troubles they face at the Andhra border, like the Rameshwaram fishermen face at Srilanka. Many have lost their lives due to GPS, RADAR and ECHO failure, which are the navigation systems they use to navigate themselves back to the shore. But, with the modern technology, the rate of deaths have been greatly decreased. That’s when I asked “Epdi ivlo kashtathulayum velaiku poreenga?(How are you working, behind so much troubles?)

DESAPPAN was the one who took me to Sukumar

That’s when Desappan replied, “Inga lam boatu otu na dha ambala. Oru kudumbathula oruthanavadhu boatu otiye aaganum”(Whoever rides a boat is considered as a man here. Every family should have a man who rides a boat). Also Velu added, the fights you see in movies are just 10% representation of what happens in this place. People still fight to death here and their deaths are far brutal and horrifying than what you dare to think. Sukumar also added the financial crisis they face in this 2 month period, where they have to pay school fee for their children, have to spend for vacation, any family gathering, family function, medication. etc. People couldn’t lead a peaceful life at such place. They work hard, struggle hard and die hard in the wrong hands. Nothing is going to change in their lives. Nothing is gonna change after the blog. But after speaking to them, I respect the effort they make to make a living. A kid, coming out from such a locality will definitely face a lot of back logs in his life. But how the society accepts in this life is what that nearly matters. A 9 to 5 IT Professional have less risks about life and more income than a fisherman. So can a fisherman quit his job and do something else? No, he cannot. Because he doesn’t know anything else to do. Unlike other state, Fisherman from Kasimedu are born as “TAMIZHAN” and die as “TAMIZHAN” at the borders and not as “INDIAN”.

But then, Why do they have to possess the INDIAN FLAG?

The Story Of Jhansi

Just after a usual shoot at early morning which I normally hate because I’m too lazy to work that early, I decided to leave back to home with a tired face until I met Jhansi.

Jhansi came into the scene, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her. I didn’t take my eyes off her, and was keenly observing what she’s doing. She suddenly ran past me, dragging Mr. X with her and suddenly went out of sight in no time. So I packed everything, and started my bike which automatically stopped then on hearing her voice. Yes, Jhansi came back to the exact place again.

Before you people conclude anything, my dear Jhansi is a 18 months old female Doberman. She has been trained by Mr.X from the age of 6 months. She has been trained to identify burglars and thieves by sniffing their belongings, and traces. Such a practice was what happening earlier today. She is currently on duty, and is working for the Railway Police Department.

She is my dear, “JHANSI

Mr.X also demonstrated us how good Jhansi is at her work. Among 5 of us, he insisted us to place one slipper of any one near to Jhansi and asked us to scatter ourselves over the place. I have never been in such a experience. I saw Jhansi ran past me(Of course, I didn’t want to take risk in keeping my slipper) and jumped over my friend, and just kept her teeth over him when Mr.X told ‘Baito’, and suddenly she sat down. Guessing with my poor Hindi Knowledge, I asked ‘Why do you give commands in Hindi?’, that’s when Mr.X explained that she’s been trained to attend competitions all over India.

Jhansi recently won the competitions conducted by Chennai Dog Kennel Club and also in Ooty Dog Show. She’s now been trained to attend the All India Dog’s Meet, representing Chennai. That’s when I saw proud face of Mr.X pop into picture. He said Jhansi never failed to win any competition. He also added, ‘I never came empty handed from any competition where Jhansi accompanies me. I have trained many dogs, but Jhansi is one kind’. She also helped the department in solving many cases, among one in which she flooded into Tasmac to grab out the rogue with her back to where he belong. He told Doberman’s are hard to tame till the age of 4. They are completely tough and rugged. But Jhansi is well matured at her age. He says she is calm and controlled, and never disobeys him and we observed it too throughout the training.

I love dogs more than anything. I’m happy that I met ‘JHANSI

But then, Mr.X started posting hard hitting questions on me, where I remained unanswerable. So, first who’s Mr.X ? Who’s he to question me? Why Mr. X? Because he wanted to remain unnamed, but his thoughts will not. Mr.X works for the Railway Police Department. He used to be a NCC Officer, which influenced him to take his current position in life. But what he questioned was how well we contribute ourselves to the nation. By then I questioned myself. What do we do for the nation except posting Whatsapp status? What did we do when Pulwana attack happened? What did we do when Abhinandhan got captured? What did we do when people get killed at the borders? We should be more responsible towards the nation. The ultimate weapon of destruction of our country is not ‘Corruption’, it’s ‘Selfishness’. We tend to live our life for ourselves, and not for others. So whatever sector you work in, make sure you constantly support the nation’s real heroes and contribute yourself for the overall real development of the country. Ufff. Starting from Man’s best friend and see where I end up, meeting Nation’s Worst Enemy!

The final goodbye comes with a handshake.

The Queen

So after one week of completely roaming in and around Chennai, leaving my mother behind in home made her a bit angry. So as by her wish, I took her to the Bessy beach. Actually, my entire family went. My younger brother was so desperate to go play in the waters. So they all went in forward, while I walked in later after parking the car.

I grabbed my camera and tripod and walked in. First person I met was a small boy, who was desperate to sell his books to him. His story is already narrated as “THE STORY OF BEACH BOY”. After then, I joined my family in a nearby Bajji Shop. That’s where I spotted the QUEEN.

She’s her own Queen. She’s the owner of the Bajji Shop where we were eating. I couldn’t recall her name. But she had smiles all over her face. She was busy working, so I didn’t want to disturb her. So I was standing at one point, totally ignoring my mother who asked me to come taste the bajji and was clicking pictures of her.

She saw me and asked ,”Edhuku pa enna photo pudikra?”(Why are you taking pictures of me) and uttered a smile. At that moment I took the shot. This title popped into my mind only after reviewing the picture that I shot. At that moment, She appeared to be like a Queen to me.

MY QUEEN

She has this unique Green Chili Garland to her front, hanging from the rooftop of the shop. And behind her was this amazingly bright light, from all the tiny little bulbs hanging by the wood. The well lit background produced a shine of rim light over her, and made me wonder as if a nimbus was seen. In spite of her hardships and worries, She feels and lives like a queen when being around her shop. She’s her own master. She lives her life happily when being around her shop, not worrying much about what she should face when going back to her house.

Most people talk about Feminism, taking in consideration of those only from the city. I see feminism here, in the beach. Women have their own Corn Shops, Bajji Shops, Fish Shops and lots. So talking and enlightening only a part of the women population and naming it as Women Empowerment doesn’t make any drastic improvement. Women from cities have all sources to gain knowledge and information about Women rights. It’s them from the slums and backward regions who have to be taught Feminism first, in order to bring the ultimate change. The change which begins here will bring change everywhere. SO IS IT POSSIBLE TO MAKE THE CHANGE ??

The Guardian

World Laughter Day! So, where do I start? I studied in the same school for almost 14 years, and in my entire period of 19 years, I have never seen a better smile than his. Like how positive it is. Seeing his face, at the beginning of the day, before entering school and the same face after one tiresome day. Yes. He’s our so called ‘Watchii’.

Mr. Saravanan, worked as our school watchman from the day I realised there was a guardian present at the gate. He knows the names of each and every kid present inside the campus. He also knows, the respective drivers who come to pick them up, their parents, and even siblings. I wonder even the management know such stuff. He has a daughter who’s studying in the same school. He treats us the same way he treats her. He stays behind in a small house, within school campus. So he is present in the school 24*7. So anytime you go to the school, you can see him. Also, he plays some amazing badminton. I used to go every Sunday morning to play with him. Believe me, he’s a better player for his age. Everyday, he wears his khaki uniform, battered shoes, patchy belt and dusky grey mustache. Yes. That’s how I remember his face. That mustache of his. Everybody from Principal to your Class Teacher evaluate you with your marks. But he won’t. He treats you with the same face everyday. He could be hard sometimes. But that’s casual. It’s almost 2 years. I have completed my schooling and whenever I cross across my school, I go by to talk with him. He talks to me the same way. Not like other teacher’s who ask about how you are performing in your academics or what are your future plans, he just asks simply ‘Epdi da iruka?’ (How are you?). We always used to make fun of him, telling you’re a watchman, but u don’t wear one. What’s this. But later realised, he kept the entire school in proper time! He’s a Gem to our school, and in our(students) lives!!!

He is our “WATCHII”

The Book Boy

  • While I was taking a picture, this kid came to me and requested me to buy the books from him. I had no use of it, so I said I don’t want it. He was dejected. I said, ‘Venumna na pay panre da, Ratanam la poria?'(I’d pay for you,if you want to go for a ride?). He immediately went and jumped over the horse. Went for the ride. Then went away. I shouted, ‘Dei per ena da?'(Hey,What’s your name?). Tamizh, he said and vanished among the crowds. Tamizh, son of Divya lost his father in his younger age, and now selling books to pay for his school. When asked about his future, he said, ‘Adhu varapo pathukalam'(Let us see when it comes). Don’t bother much. Go with the flow! That’s what I learnt from the little guy there. People keep fussing about problems in their life, worrying about having nothing in their life when having everything. The boy has nothing to lose except his mother. He sells books , while he should be studying from them. He has been roaming in the beach for many years, as he resides in the nearby ‘Kuppam’. But still, the number of times he rode on it will be comparatively less than a city based child who keeps on pampering until getting what he/she wants. Even on seeing it throughout the year, he has total interest to go for a ride in it. Maybe he badly wanted me to buy books from him? Or expected me to buy food for him? Or something else? I don’t know. I did my best to put a smile in his face for a while and I think I succeeded in it. Happiness is a state of mind! God bless you boy!
He is, of course “TAMIZH