On my way to Talakkad, I passed through T. Narsipura – a village which is a charming throwback in time. It was around 11 in the morning, but the folks of the village looked so relaxed, some women were chatting on the ‘Thinnai’( cement benches), while some old men were seated under a stone platform under a tree and chatting . Unlike the urban souls rushing in the bumper to bumper traffic holding their mobiles, people here were walkin to their farm lands and some were busy with their silk cocoons (sericulture), while some school boys were chasing the worn tyres with a stick. The way these unknown villagers smiled and waved at us was so heartwarming.
Any way, the talks under the tree and thinnai is the topic of my post. It made me recall my visit to my perimma’s ( mom’s elder sister) house 25 years back for my vacation at Pettaivaithalai near Trichy. It had beautiful quarters of Cauvery sugars( now Parry’s) where the rear door of the back yard opened to the Cauvery canal and palm groves. Just in front of my perimma’s house was a square bench pattern on which all the ladies would assemble unofficially around 7 and chat their problems away. These ladies would also go on a yearly trip to Kutralam( southern most district of India) to buy the yearly stock of spices – a business and pleasure trip.
Much before the Doordarshan days, my mom and her friends too after their household work would sit out under the gooseberry tree and talk while they learnt to knit, sew and ‘Can’ foods like juices,pickles and jams. They were like members of one big family.
We have one such cement platform under the tangerine tree in the back yard of our Grandmom’s house too at Lalgudi. Neighbours come and chat with our house hold members.
The conversations in all the above meetings would involve politics, movies, music, cuisine, latest trends, developments, job and alliances for their children, schooling etc... and most important was they would share their personal problems, happiness, worries , sympathise and empathise with the other’s feelings without being judgemental. Just listening and talking their problems was so cathartic and de-stressing, my mom, and perimma would say. As a child, I was a witness to this talks.
Even yesterday over telecon my atthai( father's sis) told me about the beautiful time she had with my dad, mom and her other siblings at my uncle's place, while we their children were faraway. The retired lot talk and spend their time and it is so healing to their soul to share their problems.
These personal meetings/conversations are called by many names in many languages like ‘Katte matthu’(kannada), arrattai ( tamil), gappe(hindi) , gossip or euphemistically I call it ‘ Group Discussion’ or ‘Hang out’. When there are no family priorities, I too experience the above meetings in my housing society with my friends in the evenings.
Even yesterday over telecon my atthai( father's sis) told me about the beautiful time she had with my dad, mom and her other siblings at my uncle's place, while we their children were faraway. The retired lot talk and spend their time and it is so healing to their soul to share their problems.
These personal meetings/conversations are called by many names in many languages like ‘Katte matthu’(kannada), arrattai ( tamil), gappe(hindi) , gossip or euphemistically I call it ‘ Group Discussion’ or ‘Hang out’. When there are no family priorities, I too experience the above meetings in my housing society with my friends in the evenings.
These talks create a bond of share, care, love and help among people. At times of crisis, they also become a support system like an extended family.
My friend, who is a member of a counseling organization based in Seattle often holds meetings to counsel people. She said all they do is take some personal time to listen to people’s problems and they don’t even give advice. Just talking their problems made them mentally lighter.
Now tell me, Isn’t there some similarity to the above talks and the organization.?
A simple village activity has metamorphosized into an organization and given birth to a new job avenue called counseling.
A simple village activity has metamorphosized into an organization and given birth to a new job avenue called counseling.
If most of us talked and shared our worries and listened to others, there would be no need of family counselors, marriage counselors or student counselors. Today, many of us that too urban souls, plan strategies to compete and survive, think logically, make scientific breakthroughs in the process we have become less emotional.
Infact, Most of them bottle up their emotions and portray a rosy picture these days which only harms our health. Emotional connect has become a victim of changed times.
Infact, Most of them bottle up their emotions and portray a rosy picture these days which only harms our health. Emotional connect has become a victim of changed times.
Many of us socialize virtually on FB, Geni , skype , orkut etc… but unfortunately since time is a premium, today many find it difficult to connect with their own family personally, leave alone friends.
Here, I could not stop myself from envying those simple villagers having katte matthu( conversation on an elevated platform).
I so much dream too lead a simple life like those villagers, chatting away in some idyllic village faaaaaaaaarway from the neon drenched , carbon spouting city among like minded relatives and friends, in my Dream home.
My Dream home? How will that be? That’s an other post………….
P.S: The above theory of talk and healing was elucidated in a Tamil drama. If interested read here.
P.S: The above theory of talk and healing was elucidated in a Tamil drama. If interested read here.
( Above photo was clicked on my way back from Somnathpur, Karnataka)