Thursday, March 13, 2008

My carpenter-Mattaiah

We shifted recently, on 1st October 2007, to our new apartment.

There was lot of wood work that went into the construction of the house. Unfortunately, we had to shift before the woodwork got completed.

There was lot of noise, dust and chaos for 2 full months till the guys hung around while completing the work.

The chatter-box that I am I didn’t spare the carpenters either.

I asked the head of the carpenters, a person called Mattaiah about his family. He was quiet for sometime but slowly opened up.

With tears in his eyes, he spoke of how he had lost his only son, a 14-year old, to drowning in the river.

He said that life had become a zero for him since…he didn’t know what he was working for and why he wanted to make money.It took 3 years for him to come out of the trauma.

One day, he spoke to his neighbor whose wife had just delivered her 4th baby daughter. They didn’t want another daughter. Something stirred him to just reach out and take the baby home. The baby is now 3 years old and has become the joy of his home. He says she has brought meaning back to his life.

I salute to his nobility in doing great things in a simple way.