Roosapookaramma
(Rose Lady)
The moment I landed up with my camera at the
flower market near mattuthavani bus stand in Madurai, I was expecting to take
shots of various kinds of flowers for my collection. Frankly I did not realize
that there would be a fantastic opportunity to get to know about some
interesting persons who sell flowers.
Roses, Marigold, Jasmine, Lilly and many more
flowers were all stacked up, yet something that caught my attention were the
persons who were sitting behind the heap of flowers in their baskets and on
their sack sporting a warm and cordial smile even at the odd hours of the day,
I was there around midnight. The grit and determination of the flower vendors to
have a rewarding sale by connecting with people despite the hardships they
faced, was evidently surfacing from the surrounding even more than the
fragrance of the flowers.
The delicate manner in which Sridevi was knotting
a garland of Kadambam (a mixture of Rose petals, Marigold and Herbal Leaves
which people use for their homes and offices ) was a sight to behold and could
not be passed by without being caught on my camera. I asked her for a picture
to be taken and she obliged, but it was sheer hard work and no smile.
Pondering why Sridevi did not smile I kept on
moving around the flower market to lookout for some other persons who sold flower
till I got some of them on my camera for a picture. Just then a voice called
out for me and asked me why I was at the flower market at a very odd hour
taking pictures. I looked around to the direction from where the sound came and
got the sight of this lady who was sitting with a basket of Roses.
I walked up
to her and was greeted with an instant smile that was warm and innocent. I took
some pictures of the roses and then asked her what her name was? In a striking note
she replied in Tamil with an authentic Madurai slang....Ennai Ellorum Rosapookaramma endru than kupuduvaargal ( All will call me as a Rose Lady). I
smiled and sat down to have chat with her ...........
Rosapookaramma was very glad to pose for a
photograph imagining that her photograph would be flashed in the next morning
newspaper, as she mistook me to be a press photographer. I then took pains to
explain to her that I am not a press photographer, but instead a writer & publisher and my purpose of visiting the flower market was to do a blog on
the ‘Festival of Diwali in Madurai’, of course with a different purpose. But I promised
her that I would publish her photograph in my blog.
It was hard to imagine that she sleeps and eats
at the very place she sells her roses, though she hails from a neighbouring
village around Melur. She goes home once in fifteen days to see her family, as
this flower business in her main source of income being the only bread winner
of her family. She had tears in her eyes while saying...”we have large
agricultural lands back home, but there are no rains and we cannot either do
farming activities or agricultural related work to earn our living”. My heart
stopped for a minute.....just wondering how life could turn around. A family
with lands but unable to earn out of it from their natural vocation is
subjected to seek some alternative source of income generation. And that too in
what conditions.....sleeping and eating in the same place where she sells her
flowers. Literally living on the road.
What she said after narrating her story to me was
the highlight of our brief interaction. She said ..........” I Sell Roses....and
Roses comes with thorns....yet people like and love the Roses for the beauty of
it, not bothering about the thorns. So also is our life....whatever difficulty
we have or encounter to live we hide it as the thorns and only share the
happiness to our customers by giving them a value for their money. We sell
Roses with happiness and a smile, so that they go happily”.
I returned home with a bag full of
Roses....though she wanted to present it to me for being kind enough to sit
down for a chat, I insisted that she take the money for it, which she politely refused.
But then, I managed to thrust a 100 Rupee Currency into her hands.
She asked me
to come back tomorrow to take some more fresh Roses for my Daughter. What an
attitude?
No wonder people called her “Rosapookaramma” it
was hard to conceal the inner beauty that she radiated, despite living an extremely
hard life day in and day out.
I moved away from the flower market saying bye to
her with a moist eyes and my heart reverberating the famous lines......“A Thing
of Beauty is a Joy forever!”