Where be scorpions
When I was just a kid and used to follow the daunting routine of school-going, for most of my early years, my mother used to help me put on my socks and shoes. She taught me how to identify the right side of the socks, since most of the while socks would be turned inside out for a wash. But usually when she put my shoes on for me, she would carefully let her fingers inside each one of them and see if it had become a nightly shelter for any creepy crawly living beings, so they may not harm me. I used to tell her that it was a very strange thing to do, since if there was anything inside, rather that biting one’s leg, it would simply bite one’s hand. I used to suggest that one must tap the shoe on the ground to shoo away such unwanted guests. This is a practice I maintain till this day, eventhough I haven’t found a single insect in all these years.
Recently I was putting on shoes for my 3 year old daughter and I all of a sudden I seem to abandon my practice of tapping shoes on the ground. I instinctively let my fingers on the inside of the shoes and checked if there was anything that might harm her puny feet. I stopped and thought for a second what had made me do this, something that I had ridiculed so much as a child. Only then did I realize the risk that parents take for the child, in matters small and large.
This reminded me of Nissim Ezekiel’s poem, Night of the Scorpion. Where the narrator’s mother is stung by a scorpion. The village backdrop and the rainy night image is drearily brought out by the verses. After a day the narrator’s mother recovers from the sting only to say:
“Thank God the Scorpion picked on me and spared my children”
