A GIFT OF CHAPPALS - Children story

Smiling Rukku Manni threw open the door. Ravi and Meena rushed out, and Ravi pulled Mridu into the house. “Wait, let me take off my slippers,” protested Mridu. She set them out neatly near pair of large black ones. Those were grey, actually, with dust. You could see the clear mark of every toe on the front part of each slipper. The marks for the two big toes were long and scrawny.

Mrddu didn’t have much time to wonder about whose slippers they were, because Ravi dragged to the backyard, behind a thick bitter – berry bush. There, inside a torn football lined with sacking and filled with sand, lay a very small kitten, lapping up milk from a coconut half-shell. We” found him outside the gate this morning he was mewing and mewing, poor thing,” said Meena. “It’s a secret. Amma says Paati will leave for our Paddu Mama’s house if she knows we have a cat.”
“people are always telling us to be king to animals, but when we are, they scream, “Ooh, don’t bring that dirty creature here!” said Ravi. “Do you know how hard it is just to get a little milk from the kitchen? Paati saw me with a glass in my hand just now. I( told her I’m very hungry, I want to drink it, but the way she looked atme! I want to dring it, but they way she looked at me! I had to drink most of it to throw her off the scent. Then she wanted the tumbler back.’Paati, paaati, I’ll wash it myself, why should I put you to trouble’, I told her. I had to run and pour the milk into this coconut shell and then run back and wash the tumbler and put it back before she got really suspicious. Now we have to think of some other way to fed Mahendran”.

“Mahendran? This little Kitty’s name is Mahendran?” Mridu was impressed! It was a real name – not just a cute kitty –cat name.


“Actually his full name is Mahendravarma Pallava Poonai .M.P. Poonai for short if you like. He’s fine breed of cat. Just look at his fur. Like a lion’smane! And you know what the emblems of the ancient Pallava kings was, don’t you?” he looked expectantly at Mridu.


Mridu giggled.


“Think I’m joking? Well, just wait. I’ll show you sometime. It’s clear you don’t know a thing about history. Haven’t been to Mahabalipuram, have you?” he said mysteriously. “well, when our class went to Mahabalipuram, I saw a status of his thatha’s thatha’s thatha’s thatha’s thatha’s ……… etcetera, etcetera….Fact is, Maherndran here is d ascended from that very same ancient cat. A close relative, scientifically lion, emblem of the Pallava dynasty!” Ravi went on, walking around the bitter- berry bush waving a twing up and down, his eyes sparkling “this cat is a descendant of none other than the Mahabalipuram Rishi – Cat! And if I may Just remind you, they worshipped cats in ancient Egypt!:

How he loved the sound of his own voice! Meena and Mridu exchanged looks.

“What dos those have to do with anything?” Mridu demanded.

“Huh! I’m telling you this cat is escended… from the Egyptian cat – god…. No, goddess! bastet! ya! Tahat’s it!”

“So?”

“well, one of the descend ants of that cat-goddess was a stowaway in one of the Pallava ships, and his descendant was the mahabalipuram Rishi –Cat, whose descendant is – “Ravi flourished his twig at Mahennran”-M.P. Poonai here… whoop EEK!” he shrieked, very pleased with himself.

Mahendran looked up, alarmed. He had just been sharpening his claws on the edge of the coconut shell. But worse that Ravi’s awful whoop EEK was a ‘Kreech….1’ from the window. What a weird sound?! If Mridu was startled, M.P. Poonai was frightened out of his wits. Hair standing on end, he bounced up and scurried towards a bamboo tray of red chillies that had been set out to dry. Trying to hide beneath it, he tipped a few chillies over himself.

“Mi – a-aw! He howled miserably.

The ‘Kreeching’ went on and on, “what’s that noise?” said Mridu.

“That’s Lalli learning to play the violin. “Grunted Ravi.

“She’ll never learn a thing. The music-maser just goes on playing like a taint whizzing on and on, while lalli’s all the time derailing! Going completely off track!”

Mridu crept up to the Window. Lalli was sitting a little distance away, awkwardly holding her violin and bowstring, her elbows jutting out and her eyes glazed with concentration. In front of her, with most of his back to the window, was the bony figure of the music – master. He had a mostly bald head with a fringe of oiled black hair falling around his ears and an old-fashioned tuft .A gold chain gleamed around his leathery neck, and a diamond ring glittered on his hand as it glided up and down the stem of the violin. A large foot stuck out from beneath his gold – bordered veshti edge, and he was beating time on the floor with the scrawny big toe.

He played a few notes. Lalli stumbled behind him on her violin, which looked quite helpless and unhappy in her hands. What a difference! The music – master’s notes seemed to floated up and settle perfectly in to the invisible tracks of the melody. It was like the wheels of a train fitting smoothly into the rails and whizzing along, as Ravi said. Mridu started at that huge, Be ringed hand moving effortlessly up the violin’s stem, making lovely music.
Squawk! There was Lalli derailing again!


“Amma” came a wail from the gate.”Amma – oh!”
“Ravi sends that beggar away!” cried his mother from the back verandah, where she was chatting with tapi. “He has been coming here every day for the past week, and it’s time he found another house to beg from!”Paati explained to Tapi.
Mridu and Meena followed Ravi out. The beggar was already in the garden, making himself quite at home. He had spread his upper cloth under the neem tree, and was leaning against its trunk, apparently prepared to take a little an ooze while he waited for the alms to appear.” Go away said Ravi sternly.”My Paati says it’s time you found another house to beg from!”
The beggar opened his eyes very wide and gazed at each of the children one by one. “The ladies of this house,” he said, at last, in a voice choked with feeling,” are very kind souls. I have kept my body and soul together on their generosity for a whole week. I cannot believe the they would turn me away.” He raised his voice “Amma! Amma – oh!” Sad his wail might, but it certainly wasn’t feeble. It began in a deep, strong rumble somewhere in his withered belly, and came booming out of his mouth, with its few remaining teeth stained brown with betel – chewing.

Ravi, tell him there’s nothing left in the Kitchen!” called Rukku Manni. “and he’s not to come again- tell him that!” .And he’s not to come again – tell him that!”She sounded fed up.

Ravi didn’t have to repeat it all to the beggar. What his mother said had been easy for them all to hear, there under the neem tree. The beggar sat up and sighed.

“I’LL go, I”II go!” he said wearily. “Only let me have a rest here under this tree. Then sun is so hot, the tar has melted on the road. My feet are already blistered. He stretched out his feet to show large, pink, peeling blisters on the soles of his bare feet.

“I suppose he doesn’t have the money to buy Chap pals,” or I’d have given them to him,” And his feet were larger than Mridu’s and Meena’s.

The beggar was shaking out his upper cloth and tightening his dhoti. He raised his eyes and looked fearfully at the road, gleaming in the afternoon heat.

“He needs something on his feet!” Meena said, Her big eyes filling, “It’s not fair!”


“Ssh!” said Ravi. “I’m thinking aboutit1 blubbering, ’It’s not fair, it’s not fair’ isn’t going to help. In two minutes he’ll be frying his feet on that road. What he needs is a pair of chappals. So where do we get them? Come, let’s search the house,” He pushed Mridu and Meena into the house.

Just as she stepped into the verandah, Mridu’s eyes fell on the odd-looking chappals she had noticed when she arrived.
“Ravi!” she whispered to him.”Whose are those?”

Ravi turned and glanced at the shabby-looking, but stubby old slippers. He beamed and nodded.”These are just the right size,” he said, picking them up. Mridu and Meena followed him nervously back into the garden.
“Here!” sais Ravi to the beggar, dropping the slippers in front of the old man. “wear these and don’t come back!” The beggar stared at the slippers, hurriedly flung his towel over his shoulder, pushed his feet into them and left, muttering a blessing to the children. Ina minute he had vanished around the corner of the street.

The music – master came out of the hues and took an unappreciative look at the three of them sitting quietly under the tree, playing marbles. Then he searched for his chappals in the verandah, where he had put them.

“Lilli!” he called, after a few moments. She hurried up to him. “Have you seen My chappals, my dear? I remember having kept them here!”

Ravi, Mridu, and Meena silently watched Lalli and the music – master search every corner of the verandah. He scurried around, looking over the railing and crouching near the flower pots to look between them. “Brand new, they were! Went al the way to mount Road to buy them!” he went on saying. “They cost a whole month’s fees, do you know?”
Soon Lalli went in to tell her mother. Rukku Mani appeared, looking harassed, with Paati following her.
“Where could they be? It’s really quite upsetting to think someone might have stolem them. So many vendors come to the door,” worried Paati.

Rukku Manni caught sight of Ravi, Mridu, and Meena sitting under the tree, “Have you children…” she began, and then, seeing they were curiously quiet, went on more slowly, “seen anyone lurking around the verandah?” A sharp V-shaped line had formed between her eyebrows. Another straight, tighter one appeared in place of her usually soft, pleasant mouth. Rukku Manni was angry! Thought Mridu with a shilver. She wouldn’t be so upset if she knew about the poor beggar with sores on his feet, she tried to tell herself.

Taking a deep breath, she cried, “Rukku manni, there was a beggar here. Poor thing, he had such boils on his feet!”

“So?” said Rukku Manni grimly, turning to Ravi.”You gave the music –master’s chappals to that old beggar who turns up here?”
“Children these days….!” Groaned Paati.

“Amma, didn’t you tell me about Karna who gave away everything he had, even his gold earrings, he ws so king and generous?”
“Silly!” snapped Rukku Manni. “Karna didn’t give away other people’s things; he only gave away his own”.
“But my chappals wouldn’t have fitted the beggar’s feet...” Ravi rushed brashly on, “And Amma, if they did fit, would you really not have minded?”

“Ravi!” said Rukku Manni, very angry now.”Go inside this minute.”

She hurried indoors and brought out Gopu Mama’s hardly worn, new chappals. “These should fit you, Sir, Please put these on. I am so sorry. My son has been vestry naughty.” The music – maser’s eyes lit up. He put them on, trying not to look too happy. “Well, I suppose these will have to do.. These days children have no respect for elders, what to do? A hanuman incarnate… only Rama can save such a naughty fellow!” Rukku Manni’s eyes flashed. She didn’t seem to like Ravi being called a monkey, even a holy monkey. She stood stiff and straight by the front door. It was clear she wanted him to leave quickly.

When he had clattered off in his new chappals, she said,”Mridu, come in and have some Tiffin. Honestly, how do you children think of such things? Thank God your Gopu Mama doesn’t wear his chappals to work…” As she walked towards the kitchen with Mridu and Meena, she suddenly began to laugh. “But he’s always In such a hurry to throw off his shoes and socks and get into his chappals as soon as th comes home. What’s your Mama going to say this evening when I tell him I gave his chappals to the music – master?”