Aganaanooru 137 – Fear of the future

In this episode, we perceive the distress of a friend, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 137, penned by Uraiyoor Muthukooththanaar. Set in the ‘Paalai’ or ‘Drylands landscape’, the verse pens a portrait of places ruled by two great kings of ancient Tamil land. ஆறு செல் வம்பலர் சேறு கிளைத்து உண்டசிறு பல் கேணிப் பிடி அடி நசைஇ,களிறு தொடூஉக் கடக்கும் கான்யாற்று அத்தம்சென்று சேர்பு ஒல்லார்ஆயினும், நினக்கேவென்று எறி முரசின் விறற் போர்ச் சோழர்இன் கடுங் கள்ளின் உறந்தை ஆங்கண்,வருபுனல் நெரிதரும் இகுகரைப் பேரியாற்றுஉருவ வெண் மணல் முருகு நாறு தண் பொழிற்பங்குனி முயக்கம் கழிந்த வழிநாள்,வீ இலை அமன்ற மரம் பயில் இறும்பில்தீ இல் அடுப்பின் அரங்கம் போல,பெரும் பாழ்கொண்டன்று, நுதலே; தோளும்,தோளா முத்தின் தெண் கடற் பொருநன்திண் தேர்ச் செழியன் பொருப்பிற் கவாஅன்நல் எழில் நெடு வேய் புரையும்தொல் கவின் தொலைந்தன; நோகோ யானே. It’s a short walk in this trip to the drylands, as we listen to the confidante say these words to the lady, at a time when the lady suspects the man is going to part away from her in search of wealth: “Seeing the many small pits, from which newbie wayfarers had dug up the mud to find some drinking water, and mistaking these for its mate’s footprints, with desire, a male elephant touches it and walks on disappointed, in that drylands path, extending like a wild river.  Even though he wants not to go thither, your forehead is greatly ruined, akin to the festival arena, with scattered stoves, having no hint of fire, near the little jungle, filled with trees, densely packed with leaves and flowers, on the day after the ‘pankuni’ festival of togetherness, which takes place on the honey-fragrant, cool orchards, atop white sands, on the banks of that great river, brimming with copious water, in the city of Uranthai, known for its sharp and sweet toddy, ruled by the courageous Chozhas, renowned for their roaring, victorious battle drums. Whereas your arms, which were akin to the tall and exquisite bamboos in the mountains, ruled by the lord of the pearl-filled southern seas, Chezhiyan, renowned for his sturdy chariots, have now lost their old beauty! I suffer so!” Time to amble along with some elephants in the drylands! The confidante starts by sketching a scene from this harsh domain, pointing out to small, rounded pits, which she explains are tiny wells, dug by wayfarers, who are new to the game, so as to find some water amidst the mud. Why are these wayfarers said to be newcomers? Possibly because they have come unprepared without a supply of drinking water or the knowledge of more dignified ways of finding the same. As a male elephant walks that way and glimpses at these round pits, for a moment, it takes these to be the footprints of its mate, and it comes near and touches the same over and over again, smelling it and then walking away in dejection. Such is the horrid drylands, a place the man doesn’t even want to leave to, at the moment, the confidante connects.  She then turns to the lady and says, ‘In spite of that, your forehead has become listless, like an abandoned festival arena, with scattered stoves lying about, without any kindling of fire, the day after the event of Pankuni festival, celebrated with gusto, on the sands of the River Kaveri, in the Chozha capital of Uranthai, known for its sweet toddy. From the lady’s ruined forehead, the confidante moves on to the lady’s arms, and compares those to the bamboos in the Pandya King Chezhiyan’s mountains, celebrating the king as the ruler of the southern seas with an unending supply of pearls, and declaring that those arms had lost their beauty too. The confidante concludes by talking about her own suffering on seeing her friend in such a state! The use of place and people similes to underscore the lady’s state informs us about the cultural events of the Chozha country as well as the natural wealth of the Pandya country. Turning to the crux of the issue, we understand that the man hadn’t even left, and here was the lady already wallowing about his possible departure! This state of being highlights the emotion of anxiety that many of us would have felt at the prospect of some event in the future. Hope we can learn to hear the timeless whisper from these pages of the past to overcome that fear of the future by living fully and mindfully in the now!