What we got from our ancestors, we need to carefully nurture them and pass it on to the next generations for their water-security. Are we shying away from that? Don't we ever learn from the past mistakes? Is there some common-sense left with our administrators?
Raghu's jottings....
These are random shots and jottings from my various trips made at various times and not necessarily chronological in order.
Monday, September 9, 2024
The gifts from the past.. Should'nt we pass it to the next generation?
Monday, June 10, 2024
Childhood memories - the Durga Temple, Thottekkad, Pulpatta, Manjeri
One memory from my childhood is the frequent visits to the temple near our home - the Bhagavathi or Durga temple. On Fridays, we have a special offering at the temple - "Nerathala" which is basically Coconut rice - coconut shavings cooked in hand-milled red rice which is cooked by the priest (Embranthiri) in the temple itself. Anyone of us children should go to the temple to collect the same which meant you need to take bath early morning. The bath in the pond is a celebration in itself though the water will be very cold in the morning. But after the first leap in the water, you dont feel the cold at all.
A three-four minute run to the temple, doing the pradikshinam and collecting the Nivedyam and back to home - all would be over in about 15-20 minutes maximum.
The other memorable event is during the Vilakku where oil lamps are lighted all around the temple and we children have to pour the oil into the small metal lamps fixed on the outer walls of the temple as well as inside - around the garbhagriham. With a kuthuvilakku we used to go around and light all the lamps by sunset. Then there are special pooja etc. Each family would have a dedicated day of the month for the Vilakku.
Also coconuts are thrown on to a slanting rock in front of the Iyyappan's temple and we children used to run and catch the broken coconut pieces. The special Ney Paayasam with roasted sessame on top was other delicacy of various Nivedyams from the temple.
Friday, July 7, 2023
A July afternoon..
It is the month of July. The year is 2023.
It just turned 12 noon a few minutes ago. After a spell of summer rains, the weather is a bit cool, some respite from the hot June.
Pondy is buzzing with the coming of some political figures from Delhi. Though we dont have decent roads, the TAC ground is being beautified for the VIP's visit. That's politics. While we have money for such functions, we don't have enough for creating basic facilities..
A few kilometers - in Krishna Nagar, adjacent to the East Coast Road a new police station is being built in a water body. Absolutely no problems with that for Pondy govt. In fact, the govt thinks that it has the "right" to encroach on water bodies. Because they have already done it many times. Same Krishna Nagar, crores of rupees are being spent to "pump" out rainwater to the Bay of Bengal because the water spaces have all been encroached upon. We have plenty of money for pumping out rainwater, but not to harvest them in Ponds or Eris (lakes). Interestingly a whole racket of public servants including former Directors/Registrar, politicians/MLA - the list goes on and on - all are involved in a huge land-grab - to the tune of some 60,000 sq.ft of common lands. This is Pondy. The same Pondy which is known for spirit-ual tourism.
Where time takes a break.
Yes, it is somewhat a cool afternoon. We Pondicherrians are used to all these. Be cool. Give all your concerns a break.
Monday, February 20, 2023
A village in Cuddalore and the Malattar River
As part of the ongoing WaterFest 23, we have been visiting various initiatives by communities in the PVAC (Puducherry, Villupuram, Auroville, Cuddalore) bioregion of South India and on 18th Feb we visited a small village called Udalapattu in the revenue village of Keezh Kumaramangalam in Cuddalore District of Tamilnadu (more about that later).
On the way, we stopped at the Mel Azhinjipattu village on the banks of the Malattar river and the images are from the river - which is more of a small channel now - obviously since we are in Feb and the summer has already kicked in. This particular bird was pausing for my camera and I could not resist.
Monday, November 28, 2022
A rainy day in Pondicherry (India)
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Learning to swim and other memories..
When we think of our childhood, we become nostalgic. The way you grew up in your home, the day you spend time, your school, the village life etc. etc.
I was borne in a joint family and we were five children - me the third. I remember even today those early years before I started going to school. We were taught at home - all basic writing, reading, the Gunakoshtam or the multiplication table etc. Sathyalayam - that was the name of our house in Thottekad, Pulpatta about 8 km from the nearest town of Manjeri. We had a beautiful little pond in our home. As children we had to learn swimming and the usual practice is that you are pushed into the water when you are just about 3 years old. You drink a lot of water (of course the pond water was much better in quality than what you get through municipal supply these days) and you somehow start to swim. Thachi (my maternal grandmother's elder sister) had taught all of us swimming. I still remember my sister being pushed into the water and when she came up all frightened and gulping water, Thachi gave her a slap and said it will prevent from being afraid of the near process of drowning..
Monday, November 14, 2022
On a rainday in November...
The gifts from the past.. Should'nt we pass it to the next generation?
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