“Aathi” ,is the immensely haunting verdant living space brought alive by Sarah Joseph in her Malayalam novel of the same name, which has been simultaneously translated to English by Valsan Thampu , with the title “Gift in green”.
And a gift it is, bestowed upon the people there, whose lives are so intricately connected with the moods of the water, the mangroves, the fields created in the water- logged land by building bunds layered alternatively with the slush that they scoop out from the water bed and the lushly growing tall green grasses that they reap from all around.
They have a method to creating those sowing grounds and a tradition to the sowing itself which ensures that the quantity of seed they throw into the raised beds that remain after the salty water has drained out from the escape valve, is enough to feed the birds till they build their nests and lay their eggs and still leave enough of them in the soil that will germinate and grow into a crop.
And after the harvest, the fields become the breeding grounds for the prawns…a cycle of seasons and sustainability.
Aathi is symbolic of the harmony and an acknowledgement of the mutual dependence of Man and Nature.
And a “Tampuraan” takes care of them, they believe, their very own deity who had come floating by to lodge himself there and who had been affectionately and reverently housed in an abode that was as unpretentious as their lives. Tampuran had been happy too amongst them, it had seemed, below the thatched roof of the humble “temple”, undemanding and unassuming , patient and as accepting of whatever was being played out, as “Aathi itself.
And the Tampuran is the first one to be displaced, when Kumaran the prodigal son of Aathi, returns with new promises of abundance and progress which will be overseen by the new God that he anoints after buying the land.
And that was only the beginning of the takeover, motivated by greed and self-interests, under the guise of concern and good intentions.
“Aathi” is a story beautifully woven through many layers, with as many threads and as many hues of the days and nights that constituted life in the waters there and the surrounding land and the swing of seasons that breathed through the dwellings and its inhabitants.
There are story –tellers within this story and lessons that are sourced from those tales that they then string through their collective consciousness in a way that they feel will contribute to the harmony all around.
“Aathi “ is a symbol of a certain kind of yearning for a world that is not driven by greed and cunning and exploitation of man and nature.
It is a story of the underlying human spirit that will hang on as long as it is possible to what is closest to nature and minimal and sustainable.
It is a story of manufactured consent, that we see all around us and which we become part of, when definitions of success and happiness are fed to us with such conviction that the world begins to be too much with us , as Wordsworth had described it.
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.”