Sticking With It…
March 5, 2021 3 Comments
The subject of this post, my walking-stick is an authentic piece of cane, ramrod straight, sturdy but light in weight, with a teak-like finish lasting till-date! A simple specimen with its top somehow bent into curved handle without breaking it, going down to a bare unshod foot. No fancy triple or quadruple toes. Not even a rubber where it meets the road.
This was given to me some 40+ years ago on the day of marriage by my in-laws! Read on to know why.
In a mock ritual in our marriages, the groom in a bout of pre-wedding jitters suddenly decides to run away to distant Kashi for embracing eternal brahmacharya (bachelorhood) and in pursuit of knowledge, leaving everything behind. He packs essentials for the journey including an umbrella for heat and rain, coconut for snacking on the way, some rice, a spare dhoti and, yes, a walking-stick. Even takes the first few steps of his ‘journey’ in that direction! Actually affording one last opportunity for the erring father to do the right thing by his daughter! But what does the guileless father do? He fouls it up, pleading with and persuading the groom to return by extolling the virtues of grihastha-ashrama (family life), and telling him how his darling daughter would make a perfect soul-mate, plying him with gifts.
You also ask why the in-laws should procure the walking-stick, etc. for the groom’s sham act of running away from it all. Beats me. My guess: some ‘smart’ groom-side once tricked the poor bride-side into paying for it and ever since, it became a practice!
Moving on,
Everyone knows a walking-stick is essentially a load-sharing device when a man’s upper torso gets more ambitious than his lower. Also as a steadying influence when his head does not know which way is straight up. My reasons too, for using one though vanity keeps me from making it a constant companion.
More like the Swiss-army knife, it comes in handy in ways not all of it envisaged by its original designer – it’s said a tool is as good as the hands holding it:
Like I use it in my morning walk to pick flowers at heights beyond normal reach.
Likewise used as an extra-long limb: to fetch a shirt hanging on an overhead clothesline, clearing cobwebs at one swipe, scaring an errant spider back to its wherever…
It dissuades without violence some of those stray dogs coming into their own especially when the streets get lonely. You need to experience it to know how scary it gets.
Lets you test the ground you walk on especially when it’s uneven or in poor light. On the pavements, tiles that have broken loose from their seats are forced to betray themselves in time for a firm foot landing. Of course, much as it might not like to, the stick quite helplessly does not walk in step with you in the extraordinary eventuality of its own foot getting caught between broken tiles or in any other gap holding it fast.
Conversely, there’s one unfortunate occasion when it’s a thoroughly justifiable act of self-preservation to let your mate, loyally sticking with you thus far, go on his way. That’s when you skid on a slippery surface. It’s strongly recommended in the situation to free up your hands to find and hold onto a firm unyielding support, unmindful of the stick. Of course, successfully executed, you’ll not remain separated for long.
It’s when crossing the roads the stick shows its true mettle, its awesome power no way hinted by its humble form. Like that fellow said ‘Give me a place to stand and a lever long enough….’, give me a stick and I’ll…it instantly freezes or slows down the oncoming traffic on the road like magic (Disclaimer: Does not work on highways or roads where they weave figures of eight or parts of it, or when everyone is fleeing from a disaster site close-by). Doing it right requires you, to tap the stick on the ground visibly and noisily as you walk across. Don’t underestimate the aural stimulation; often sounds work where sights don’t, especially impaired after a heavy enterprise like lunch…
And relatedly – this no RTO warns you of – this stick, not infrequently, also has the potential to take you to the nearest hospital in your area, for no fault of its. When and how? Well, when the oncoming traffic is an auto (three-wheeler). Your helpful move of hurrying up to get to the other side so as not to cause a hold-up could badly misfire. How? It’s plain as the nose on the face to see a safe passage, however desirable, is not a likely outcome – Newton confirms it – when two moving objects, their paths crossing, speed up while running their course, focused on their own goals. Yes, the auto – no AI here – expecting you to continue with your lumbering gait, stick included, computes and sets itself on a route and speed to pass clear ahead of you. And there you are in a hurry to…like it happens with most good intentions.
Cutting to the nub now:
Yesterday, witnessed yet another interesting deployment, by no means unprecedented, prompting this post. I may be excused for repeating this once: ‘…a tool is as good as the hands holding it’. And we Indians do it well!
We were at a municipal hospital near our home to take the first covid shot. The arrangements were very nice. Though long, the queue moved briskly. When we were near the head of the queue a stream of oldies (I’m 72!) landed. There was this guy – could be in late sixties or early seventies, helped by a lady appearing to be his daughter in his slow walk. It needed some effort for him to maneuver with his walking stick. The hospital authorities rightly allowed him to go right in, holding us back. Following him immediately was another old lady with a man and a woman accompanying her. She could barely keep herself awake as she was led by hand into the doctor’s room. And a couple of them more. It was another 20 to 25 minutes before we were let in. As I entered thru the narrow curtained door, I almost crashed into the first guy as he was coming out. He agilely stepped aside avoiding me and then walked out without a stagger or a stumble. Trailing behind him was the daughter trying to catch up with him and thrust the stick back into his hands!
A variation of this theme, though not involving walking-sticks, is played day in and day out at airports disgorging Indian ladies, old and seemingly infirm pushed around in wheel chairs. When in the baggage-claim area, someone makes a genuine mistake of picking up her suitcase from the conveyor-belt, lo behold, witness a miracle – with the alacrity of a long–jumper, she would leap from her chair to claim hers! She is cured!
Well, that’s it for now. Am sure there’s lot of interesting stuff more out there waiting to be uncovered, said…For instance, with an extra leg given to stand on, does it win you arguments in a litigation? No documented cases found yet. Kidding…
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