The Barpali Days

Apr 22, 2015

Stories 1:04 PM

Hoo Chook Chook

[The charming story of a three year old kids's enthusiasm to travel in a train]

My three years old daughter Esha could be the most mischievous kid on this earth. She makes everyone breathless at home with her constant pranks and nagging. Roughly it takes one hour on the part of Esha’s mother to feed her the routine meal. While feeding the rice and daal her mother makes her ride the bicycle in the lawn. She narrates different jungle stories to feed every morsel of grain to Esha. But Esha’s favorite set of stories are that of trains. She is fascinated by the gigantic diesel locomotives that pulls the long set of compartments. It is almost three decades ever since the steam engines has been phased out from the tracks by the Indian Railways, but even as on this date in common parlance a train is referred to as “hoo chook chook” by the grand-parents while narrating the stories of trains to the grand-children.

Esha firmly believe these trains belong to her Hari Mawa (maternal uncle). Because it is Hari who do come from Raipur to pick Esha and her mother to take to her maternal grand-parents home. On return once again it is Hari who drops them back at Barpali in a train. Esha happen to travel in trains in the dead of the night, because Puri-Durg Express pass through Barpali at around 2.10AM. As a consequence Esha never able to enjoy travelling in a train. In the last two years, twice we made long distance journey in trains. The first one was to Goa and the second one was to Darjeeling. Since both the occasions were in summer I made the tickets reserved in the two-tier (second class) air-conditioned berth cars. One way it takes around 36 hours to travel to these distant places in a train from Odisha. But Esha unable to enjoy the journey since the AC compartments are the insulated one. She unable to see the world outside the train compartment. She had to spend long two days inside the compartment, as if a kid spends her time in a class-room while obeying to strict discipline that is being imposed in a school.

Before the onset of this summer we had our trip to New Delhi. It was the maiden trip of Esha and her mother to the home of my younger brother Karun who lives at New Delhi. We traveled in a non-A/C three tier sleeper class compartment. We boarded the Samta Express at Titilagarh railway station around noon hours. Weather was pleasant. In sharp contrast to her usual temperament, Esha was jubilant for the reason she would travel in a train. Prior to catching this train, many nights she shared with me her wild imaginations about trains.

As we alighted from one train at Titilagarh for boarding Samta Express Esha picked my wheel-laden suitcase and pulled it on the platform. I was relieved thinking Esha is now grown-up and could take her own responsibility in life. Every by-stander on the platform looked with amusement as she was pulling a suitcase which might be weighing more than her body weight. While following us one college girl even took a running video of Esha as if a paparazzi with her smart digital phone. Her video might have gone viral in the Whatsapp and Facebook by the commuters. They might have thought, how cruel as the parents of this little girl don’t even hire a porter to lift the luggage.

At noon hour we boarded the Samta Express at Titilagarh without much inconvenience. As I was arranging our luggage beneath the two berths that has been reserved for us, Esha settled herself near the window and told me “Nana eta mor jaga, mui ene basmi” (Its my place and I seat over here). From the window she was gazing at the goods train embarked on the other track. All of a sudden she clapped saying “amar train chala, train chala” (Our train is moving, its moving). I patted on her shoulder. Even without looking at me she pushed aside my hand with irritation, as that disturb the pin-pointed attention with which she was looking at the other train. While holding her chin with my right hand I turned her head towards the platform on the other side. Then she realized it is not ours, but the other train which is moving. She was baffled saying “haaain….”.

Soon our train left the platform. While keeping alive my personal belief, I turned my body posture towards the direction the train was heading. I folded my hands and prayed to my lord to make the journey safe and fruitful.

As the train galloped at an higher speed there came a spree of hawkers. The first one was a tea vendor. While shouting “Chai…..chai…..chai….” he keep on walking ahead even without looking at the commuters. I called him saying “Oye…Chai…chai..”. But he did not hear me. The second hawker was carrying a bucket full of mineral waters. But as he saw a kid of three years old, out of the bucket he pulled out an orange drink bottle to instigate Esha. Moving my eyes I told the vendor to walk ahead. The third one was a news paper vendor. He did not care to stop because he knew this girl can’t read any news papers. The fourth one was an ice-crème vendor. When he saw Esha he stood and loudly said ice crème, ice crème. Esha looked towards me and pointed her finger towards the ice crème. I had to obey.

[Kendu fruits]

After a while an old tribal lady came holding a bamboo basket. She had lot many tattoos all over her hands and legs. She was vending a kind of forest fruit called Kendu in Oriya. They looks like chikoo, but small in size. I wanted to buy them, but Esha denied as she never tasted this kind of forest fruits. She is one of the species out of the new genre who are being curtailed from the roots of the mother nature. I asked the lady to give just one fruit, to which the lady obeyed delightfully. I removed the big seeds it carry inside it and gave the skin-thick little pulp to Esha to taste. Esha raised her eye-brows and asked the lady forwarding her little hand “aru de” (give more).

As the train galloped at a higher pace Esha asked her mother “Maam maam banai de”. Her mother prepared the milk bottle for her. While holding it, she caught a sleep on my lap. After two hours our train entered Chattisgarh. Than a boy entered our compartment holding a chain laced monkey. He was collecting money from the passengers. When Esha’s mother embraced its head, the monkey jumped to her lap and set. There was a commotion and Esha waked. Esha wandered who this on her mother’s bosom. She felt unsecured as her space has been occupied by someone else. She shouted “tui ja bhaag, eta mor Ma, mor Ma” (You get lost, Its my mother, my mother). I gave Rs.10/- to that boy and asked to disembark from the train on the very next halt, to which he obeyed.

At Mahasamund a TT (Train Ticket Collector) came wearing a black coat to inspect our tickets. He occupied the seat # 41. Esha was hesitant to look at the TT wearing an un-friendly black coat. She shouted it’s my seat, you go…. you go…. But the TT smiled at her and asked, “If it is your seat, than show me your ticket”. She told in the school bag she kept lot many tickets of varied sizes. The TT asked, Whose kid is this ? I handed over our ticket and the ID proof to the TT. He verified the ticket and left saying to Esha “Listen girl I could allow you to travel without ticket for another two years, until you turn five years”.

At evening our train reached Raipur. Esha’s grandparents and her Hari Mawa came to station to meet us. Her Hari Mawa gifted her two plastic jars of chocolates. Her trip was fruitful even before reaching the destination. At night on finishing dinner, as a habit she told me lets go up stair and sleep. I asked her, do you think it’s our home at Barpali. But Esha’s pointed her finger towards the upper berth. She wanted to occupy the upper berth so as she can play over there. But I said, “No. It is not safe for youngsters to be there”. She was adamant. While sobbing she caught the sleep.

It might be 12 past midnight I woke-up to go to the loo. I found Esha was seating near the feet of her mother, while her mother was sleeping. I asked Esha, “What is the matter, why don’t you sleep ?”. She said “Shhh……. Am guarding that airbag”. I asked, why ? She said, her teddy bear is in it, “thief will come and take away”. I comforted her saying, “even the thief went to sleep, it is only you who is awake”. I patted on her back until she caught the sleep.

While at home she need to be awake every morning for going to school. But in the train she wake-up herself early next morning, just to play around. Since this train don’t have a pantry-car at Mathura station I got down to buy two plates of lunch. The man on the counter delayed to dispense the change. The train started moving. Esha was watching me from the window. She started shouting “Nana jaldi asa train jauche, train jauche” (Father come fast, the train is moving, its moving). I ran holding two disposable plates carrying food in it. I able to safely enter the compartment. By the time I went to our seat Esha was loudly sobbing “mor Nana rahigala, Nana rahigala” (my father left, my father left), while her mother and the co-passengers were trying to console her. Never before I had seen her either crying or searching for me.

At evening our train reached Nizamudhin Railway Station of New Delhi. Esha’s Karun Chachu came to receive us. We disembarked from the train. Like the rest of the passengers I pulled the luggage, but Esha carried home the rich experience that she gathered from this Ohh Chuck Chuck journey. For next couple of days, she keep on narrating about this train journey to her cousin brothers Jay and Om while at New Delhi.

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E.KIRAN MOHAN(The writter)

C\o. Dr.E.R.Rao (M.D),

Tehsil Chowk,

At\PO – BARPALI – 768 029,

Dist. Bargarh, Odisha, India.

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Apr 14, 2015

6:14 PM

Ripunath Sahu : Could you make his hand straight !

Ripunath Sahu is a driver of Barpali. Six years back his life shattered when Ripunath met with a devastating accident. He was working as a driver for Dilip Sahu. On 29^th December 2008 he was carrying thirteen passengers in a Mahindra Bolero and travelling to Puri. At the dead of the night at around 3.00 AM while the vehicle neared the Jarpada, Boinda railway station it collided head-on with a road side tree. In this mishap six family members of Mani Meher’s family died. Miraculously Ripunath Sahu survived, but by paying a heavy tool for it. Both his legs and left hand were fractured, while the nose was pierced. He was in coma and rushed to the Cuttack Medical College. On getting conscious after three days he was brought to Burla’s V.S.S.Medical College. Over here surgeries were done to his limbs.

He was in the hospital bed for long two months. He did not had either health insurance or the life insurance to meet the contingencies. His employer Dilip Sahu gave only Rs.6,000/-, while the Barpali Taxi Union paid Rs.4,000/-. His brother-in-law contributed Rs.15,000/- to meet the medical needs. Whereas the actual expenses were somewhere around Rs.1,80,000/-. It tempted his wife Tikeswari Sahu to remove whatever little gold ornaments she was adorned with. She sold the ornaments in the market to raise the funds to meet the immediate medical need.

Even after discharge it took him around two years to recover from that trauma. Though Ripunath survived, but from there the ordeal for his wife Tikeswari began. Ripunath was the sole earning member of the family. Though he is alive, but crippled. He neither possess any other skill to eke out a living. His wife Tikeswari had to take the mantle to manage the livelihood of her family consisting of two young daughters (than 4 years and 1 year), a son (than 6 years old) and this handicapped husband. As she is semi-literate, all she could opted was vending of vegetables on the streets of Barpali. She used to purchase the fresh vegetables at morning in the Barpali Daily Market. At noon hours she used to carry the stuff in a bamboo basket mounted on top of her head and sell it on the streets of Barpali. She was selling the vegetables moving from door to door to different households mostly in the Canal Colony and Kadlipali. She had to dispose-off the stuff before the sunset as she did not have cold storage facility. A day she manage to earn as little as Rs.50 to Rs.80 (roughly US $ 1). With this meager income she was managing the household of her three children and the handicapped husband. While her brother provided two sacks of rice for survival.

Needless to say, she unable to pay the monthly school fee of her son Jitu Sahu who was then in KG-1 (Kinder Garden). Her son was then attending a private English Medium School in the immediate vicinity by paying a monthly fee of Rs.120/-. And the result the boy was instantly dropped from the school. Instead he went to attend the Government run Upper Primary School at Subhas Nagar to get the free education in Oriya.

Unable to cope with the challenges of the domestic ordeal one day his wife had a spat with Ripunath Sahu. He bashed her and threw out of their home. She left behind her two young daughters (than 4 years and 1 year) and a son (than 6 years old) at home and left to the bosom of her parents at Bariha Pukhapaen. After much trail and tribulations she returned to the fold of her husband and children to resume her domestic life.

They stayed at Andharu Seth garage free of rentals. In the year 2010 Ripunath resumed his work of driving a vehicle. Now he is operating a jeep on lease. He had taken a Mahindra Maxx Lx by paying a monthly rental of Rs.6,000/-. A month he able to earn somewhere Rs.8,000/- to Rs.10,000/-. After paying the lease rent, fuel and upkeepment of the vehicle a month only Rs. 3,000/- to Rs.4,000/- is left over. This little is not enough to support a family of four lives. At present he is penniless as he is paying house rental of Rs.1,500/- a month, children tuition fee Rs.1,000/- a month and grocery.

Even after six years of that devastated accident Ripunath is having a major physical impediment that restrict him from leading a normal life. His left hand has been swollen and disfigured. He immediately need medical attention, but don’t have money to remove the steel rods implanted inside his hand. He seeks financial help of around Rs.75,000/- to undergo the next round of surgery.

Ripunath or Tikeswari could be reached at their Cell # 91-99-375-73076. They can speak either Oriya or Hindi, but no English. He is not a computer literate, so no email id. You may please mail this writer in case you want to provide whatever the little help possible on your part.

kiranbima@gmail.com

E. KIRAN MOHAN,

C\o. Dr.E.R.Rao (M.D),

Tehsil Chowk,

At\PO – BARPALI – 768 029,

Dist. Bargarh, Orissa, India.

Cell # 91 99 371 20565

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