He calls himself Shank Monk...
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| The 'then' Air Force Station Road, E. Tambaram |
You can never miss out on his amazing philosophical speculations, if
you are a regular at the Nayar tea shop at Air Force Road Junction, East
Tambaram, Chennai. Especially for those of you who naturally ‘come alive each
morning’ at the stroke of five, with or without your Labrador Retriever for
company, you can find in all certainty, a lanky man with a soberly gringo
mustache on him, collecting all the rubbish in and around Air Force Station
Road into one big heap and making a camp fire out of it, welcoming in the
process, the ritualistic morning walkers who are so used to his idiosyncrasies
or ‘way of life’!
For those of us, [around eight in number] from
Professors' Colony, adjacent to MCC Campus, it was a delight to watch [usually in awe!] at
Shank Monk’s non-stop enthusiasm in doling out by the dozen his unique brand of philosophy and his
one-liners which were his real ‘USPs’!
Shank Monk cuts across any divide – rich or poor, old or
young, pious or impious, and reaches out to the 'little groups of humanity' that have cluttered around the tea shop, in his own enviable style! By doing so, he will give you a clarion call
to come and be a part of his petty gang (or fans?) into talking 'some motivational philosophy' to begin your day! Once he has
his way with the crowd, and he has a sizeable number at his disposal - to listen to him, he
would strut across to the tea shop, give a
royal salute to Nayarji and order - in his seasoned and cultivated (over the
years!) tone, "one cup of of strong chaai."
Now, over a cuppa chaai, near the mounds of the neatly made-up 'camp-fire', the ramblings start. The
discussions range anywhere from your paani poori to philosophy, without any let up of any sort whatsoever! The astounding jump from a philosophical tone to one of subliminal bathos,
surprises any on-looker who inevitably want to listen to more and more of this
tagorean wonder of sorts!
Sometimes, just to appreciate Nayar, Shank Monk goes and
stands beside Nayar ji and watches him make tea! Then he eulogises Nayar in the
fittest of words for his remarkable way with making tea and his endearing way with his customers like him, that has gotten him lorry-loads of
addicted customers, taste-bound to his corner-shop!
When once Shank
saw a young man gulping down his tea in a ‘panicky’ kinda speed, he strode
towards him, and touching him by his shoulders said, 'thambi, (brother) don't
ever gulp down your tea this fast.. Tea is meant to be enjoyed sip by sip! A
Robin Sharma (Monk!!) at that!!!
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| the 'then' compound walls of MCC |
Shank Monk makes a 'quiet and comfortable' living on the
streets off Air Force road, by offering his expertise to all and sundry, by
doing any house hold work that came his way - the hobson’s way! Right from
plumbing to painting, to washing your car, or doing your plumbing, he has every
skill at his disposal. He also flaunts a mobile number on his 'advertisement'
(in pic). One can see his ‘fanciful’ ads crafted in his own hands, adorning the
walls / placards in and around the little streets that criss-cross the Air
Force Road.
Around ten days ago, as we were having our morning tea
at Nayar shop, we found Shank Monk in a frantic state. He was seen transferring
his mobile-tent that doubled up as his house, to yet another pavement in the
vicinity. This time, it was not the rains, but the air force men who wanted the
area cleaned up as they could never have this junk of 'dirt' (yes! within
quotes) on their streets!
It was very sad to see Shank Monk lift his belongings to
another place from his usual ‘tent-jaunt’, and one could hear him cursing the
men for their inhumane treatment towards him and his belongings. Some of us
went to his new tent-house to console him on the sad misfortune that had
befallen him by offering him some money to meet his bare expenses! But Shank
Monk refused to take a pie from any of us. He said, “bhagwan [God] is always
there. HE has given me good hands and good legs, and I know my skills well
enough. I am confident of my abilities. I can earn this money all by myself, he
said. How would Shank Monk ever have known the invaluable transformational
lessons he was giving us all in self-integrity, self-motivation and
self-confidence, living exemplarily to the dictum of Wordsworth ‘Plain living
and high thinking’.
Two days ago, when we saw him in the morning, he was
there, his usual self, beedi in hand, as usual, camp fire in progress, his
fan-followers intact, with the same gusto, the same enthusiasm of yore, and the
same joi de vivre, doling out one-liners by the dozen, quite spontaneously,
without an iota of grief over the huge setback of the previous days! He was
back with a double bang!! - with yet another philosophical treatise to the
'Alexanders' in waiting.
