Enslaved in Gulf for 17 yrs,TN man back,wife remarried last year

Now 45,Periyasamy was a young man in his late 20s,married for just a few months,when he received the offer to work as a shepherd,tending goats and camels in the Gulf,for 500 riyals a month in 1993-94 (he is no longer sure of the year). He had done a stint in the Gulf in the late 80s,and readily accepted the chance for a second.

It was when he reached Hial in Saudi Arabia that he realised that he had signed on for an agreement to work as a shepherd for 20 years. He was denied monthly salary by his employer,made to work from before daybreak till after midnight,given just one meal a day and beaten up for putting up any resistance.

I am illiterate,so could not write any letter to my family to describe my struggles. Also,as the employer kept my passport and all other documents,it was impossible for me to escape, says Periyasamy,now sitting in the verandah of his modest house at Karakkudi village.

Even his family members were scared of his tough employer,he adds. They were kinder to me,but there was little they could do.

As his watch stopped functioning after a while,he lost all perspective of time. Next to go were Periyasamys memories of his village and family,but for disconnected bits that would suddenly strike him in the middle of a day. As he picked up Arabic,he believed he had also lost the ability to converse in Tamil.

Back home,as days,months and then years passed without any news from Periyasamy,his family feared the worst. His mother Alamelu was the only one who clung on to hope. I believed he would come back. Astrologers too assured me that my son was alive, she says.

It was a neighbour who had been noticing Periyasamys condition who finally informed the local police authorities about him. They came over to inspect the house even as officials at the Indian Consulate got wind of the matter. As the latter took it up with the Saudi authorities,Periyasamy was rescued from his employers house and taken to a police station.

However,the authorities faced a major hurdle: Periyasamy had forgotten most things about his native place,making it difficult for them to trace his family in Tamil Nadu. Apart from remembering Perambalur,he had little recollection of his village.

Again,fate struck. Says younger brother Kannappa,a farm hand who has also worked in the Gulf briefly: A person from our neighbouring village who was coming on leave was told by officials about the case. When he came here,he started asking around if anyone knew a person who had been missing in Saudi Arabia for years. Word spread and it finally reached us,after which we contacted the Indian officials there. It was a miracle.

Kannappa was a school student when Periyasamy had left home. Not surprisingly,the elder brother could not recognise the grown-up man waiting for him at the Chennai airport when he arrived home in April end.

Ironically,on the airport premises,a woman claimed Periyasamy was her missing husband Selvam. Her brothers had to pull her away. It was only when he reached home that it was finally revealed to Periyasamy that his own wife was now gone.

We ran out of lies and he was adamant that he would go to her house to see her. So we had to tell him the truth, says Kannappa.

His family members say Periyasamy cried a lot and is trying still to get over her. He is also hoping to start a new life again,with the money that his Arab employer has been ordered to pay him. While 5,000 riyals were given to him to take care of his expenses till he reached home,he is yet to get the full amount. Officials at the Indian Consulate are making arrangements to transfer the money to his account in a local bank here.

Periyasamy hopes to marry again,raise a family of his own near his home. He wants to own a vehicle too if he can afford it he used to drive tractors once. At other times,the long years of his lost life crowd in on him. I think perhaps I should return to the desert. There is nothing much left for me here.