Tuesday, May 6, 2025

The Cochin Diaries - Day 4

I realised that Tharian was having a hectic life while I was still sleeping every morning - taking long walks, hitting the gym etc - which was good because I really did not want to disturb his routine. In fact all three of them were on a set routine and I feel guilty that our chakkars during the day were putting some pressure on their routines but what to do. 

An impressive clock

Temple

At the breakfast hour Tharian suggested that we head to the corner Udipi joint for breakfast and I signed up and so did Sanjana (the others signed out) and we went and had some nice South Indian breakfast served by some happy looking North Eastern boys and girls. How comfortable are these kids so far away from home I wondered, and yes, they looked quite happy about being down here too despite not knowing the language, food etc. Tharian's neighbourhood is full of interesting eating joints and I think it would take me a month to check them all out. On the way back I bought fruit from Chotu from Bihar who was quite happy to converse with someone in Hindi it appeared, apparently he has been in Kochi for the past 15 years and goes home once a year. Interestingly I get the feeling that the people in Kochi are quite welcoming in accepting outsiders without much suspicion - they smile, speak nicely to strangers, something that I cannot say about many other states. 

Today was back to Fort Kochi to check out the place after the last recce -  everything was shut remember? So since A would take her own time to get up and dressed and since Sanjana was coming back from her Sangeet a bit later we tied them together while Tharian and Marina and I headed off to Fort Kochi to do some museum work at Mattancherry Palace. 

With an entry ticket of a mere 5 bucks (and no charge for cameras) the Mattancherry Palace, house of the Cochin royals, was most welcoming. For some reason it is called the Dutch Palace though it was built by the Portuguese in 1555 (the Dutch did some restoration work but still). As mentioned somewhere here, the Palace was an offering to make peace with the Cochin royals after the Portuguese had messed up and plundered a temple - and thus the palace was gifted to the Raja Vira Kerala Varma. The museum has a lot of artifacts belonging to the royal family, portraits, murals, weapons, exhibits. 

Mural in the Ramayana room - seven murals depicting the Ramayana

 
Ivory palanquin


Little is known about the Rajas of Kochi and the plaque outside the Mattancherry Palace gave some info. The kingdom of Cochin came into existence in the 12th century after the fall of the Chera kingdom. The family that ruled was known as Perumpadapu Swarupam. They moved to Kochi after the Namboodri ruler of Edapally transferred Kochi and Vypin to the Perumpadapu rulers (and thus they came to be known as Kings of Kochi). 

It appears that the Kochi Royal family shifted from Mahodayapuram to Kochi in the 15th century as a precaution  against the marauding Zamorin of Calicut. That the Zamorin and the Rajas of Kochi were not the greatest of pals seems to be the core issue. When the Portuguese landed in 1500 in Cochin, the Rajas of Kochi gave them permission to build factories and do trade, in exchange for military support against the Zamorin of Calicut (who was busy fighting the Portuguese with his Kunjali Marakkar navy chiefs). The move by the Raja of Cochin to let the Portuguese step in, pretty much made them the vassals of the Portuguese. 

Interestingly the Chinese had a special affinity to Cochin and the Ming dynasty granted special status to Kochi as being under the protection of the Chinese dynasty. It was only after the Chinese stopped coming to Kochi that the local skirmishes began again. 

Then the Dutch came calling in 1663. In 1752 the Raja of Travancore and Raja of Kochi entered into a treaty. Tipu Sultan occupied Kochi for a while and then it was the British. 

Tharian examining the sword presented to HH Rama Varma by HRH the Prince of Wale sin 1876

The Mattancherry Palace lists 14 rulers in the period between 1637-1749, very few of them ruling for more than five years. The ones who had a slightly longer stay on the throne were Raja Goda Varma (1637-45), Raja Veera Kerala Varma (1646-1655), Raja Veera Kerala Varma (1663-870, Raja Rama Varma (1701-21), Raja Ravi Varma (1721-31), Raja Rama Varma (1731-42).  Interestingly there is one queen Rani Gangadharalakshmi (1656-58). The Dutch were busy manipulating who sits on the throne according to their convenience. Who says the lives of the royals was a breeze. Obviously not. What was that - heavy lies the head on which the crown sits or something like that. At times like this one feels its nice to be light headedly middle class. 

Long wooden corridors

Murals in natural colors

Murals in the Ladies Chamber

The roof - I'd be perpetually living in fear under that

The palace has a central courtyard where the patron deity of the royal family Pazhayaannu Bhagavati is enshrined. The main palace is split into four parts which we see one after another 1) the bed chamber or Ramayana chamber (has Ramayana depicted in seven murals) 2) the Coronation hall 3) the staircase room and 4) the ladies chamber (with murals of Krishnaleela, Siva Parvathi, Mohini). We walked through the Ramayana hall with its impressive murals depicting the Ramayana with minute details captured on it, a history of Cochin and the royal family, then portraits of the kings, artifacts belonging to them such as the ivory palanquin etc, weapons, clothes, the murals in the ladies chamber and so on. We must have been there for an hour.   

We walked out from the back gate and walked back to the Jew Town where once again we found that the Synagogue was closed. When is it open? Anyway Marina liked the Jew Town and its many interesting wares and decided to visit again in peace. 

Police Aid Post in Jew Town

Jew Town is known for its antiques and one of the theories is that when the Jews from Jew Town left after the formation of Israel, many artifacts were given away at throwaway prices. But how long will they last? Then of course we have the story of people like Sarah Cohen (1922-2019) who lived her whole life in Jew Town - died when she was 96 years (she was visited by the British Royal family in 2013).  

By some luck I seem to have caught Sarah Cohen's shop in the right hand corner - didn't step in though

I did not know it then but now I chanced upon the story of Sarah Cohen - Sarah and Jacob Cohen who were born and stayed in Jew Town in Mattacherry even after over 200 plus Jews left when Israel was formed - they lived and died here. Sarah's husband Jacob and she formed a wonderful relationship with a Muslim boy Thatha Ibrahim who grew up with them and looked after them, and now, after Sarah's death in 2019, inherited her famous Sarah Cohen's Hand Embroidery shop. There is a documentary made on them called Sarah Thaha Thoufeeq. Thaha Ibrahim runs the shop now and I seem to have fortunately caught a glimpse of it without realising. In these days of Jews fighting Muslims, it serves as a lovely story.

https://www.aljazeera.com/features/longform/2024/4/6/saving-sarah-the-last-jewish-embroidery-shop-in-kochi
Stepping into another age


Sanjana and Anjali in Jew Town 

Different shades of blue - make up a story with this pic   

While walking about we found this place right there by the backwaters (or the sea, I don't know, all I know is its water) - and it looked perfect for a spot of lunch. With options like Loafers Den, Francis Pub., Kerala Cafe and others screaming for our attention, we finally decided to stay with the view and enjoy this place with its gentle waves lapping by. 


The restaurant actually is an extension of the antique store that ran all the way in. Tharian showed me one of those snake boats they use at the boat race (in the antique store - wonder if it is up for sale) and it was truly magnificent - about 25 metres long. The artifacts on display were very interesting, appealing to all sorts of buyers. The others had come by then and we all settled down to some lunch by the waters. 

Lunch by the sea

Snake boat - check out how long it is

After lunch we went back to Jew Town where A and S wandered off buying stuff. We went to the Indo-Portuguese museum which was on my list but sadly they shut by 1 for the day. The other option was to visit the Indian Naval Maritime beach which was made out of two bunkers that had built by the British to store arms and ammunition in 1938 in preparation for World War II. 

The museum was built in 2001 by the Southern Naval Command as a tribute to the India's Naval Heritage and is housed in INS Dronacharya, the gunnery school of Indian Navy. The museum documents Kerala's ancient trade connections with the Arabs, shows maps, tales of maritime heroes Kunjali Marakkar and their daring exploits (Kunjali Marakkar was a title given to naval commanders serving the Zamorin of Calicut in the 16th century, there were four of them and they are credited with creating Indian's first naval defense by resisting and overpowering the Portuguese), statues of Vasco Da Gama and his Gujarathi pilot Kanji Malam who helped him come to Indian shores, to Calicut.

One of the two bunkers

Vasco Da Gama and Kanji Malam in the background, Kunjali Marakkar in the foreground on the right

 There were decommissioned models of missiles, radars, mines, gun torpedoes, rocket launchers, and even a Seaking helicopter. There are models of INS Delhi, INS Godavari and such. The second bunker has the uniforms of various naval personnel, model boats, naval history etc are shown in the second bunker.

INS Godavari

A beautiful model

It was a hectic day and the sun had much to do with draining us of our energy so we decided to stay back and chat and catch up over wine and dinner at home. A good time was had - some music, wine, good conversation. Brilliant. 

Tomorrow its Monday. Its Alleppey and houseboat day.       





Monday, May 5, 2025

The Cochin Diaries - Day 2

The day's plan was to head out to Fort Kochi. Tharian was free since it was Good Friday and his day off. We decided to go soon as we were done with our breakfast. 930 was fixed as the time of dep. 

Now Tharian had been on a health and weight loss journey and has dropped an admirable 10 plus kilos in the past few months. I did not want him or Marina (who had both done a 10k recently) to change any of their routines and practices thanks to our visit - but he said he was ok with whatever we were up to. In my chat with him he told me a few things he had started doing on his weight loss journey - a brisk walk (heart rate must go upwards of 120 he said) for about 90 minutes on an average, portion control and being careful about what he eats (light breakfast, no carbs dinner, no sweets, nothing our of a packet and stuff like that) but mostly portion control. He told me he eats mindfully, chews properly (32 times is what I remember someone telling me), and I decided to adopt this practice. So eat healthy and mindfully, exercise, hydrate and rest. Thanks Tharian - this was one of the more useful conversations we had. Hopefully it will show some results for me as well.

Road to Fort Kochi

Since A was feeling a bit down, we decided to split up - Tharian, me and Sanjana went ahead to do a recce. Tharian's plan included having a drink at one nice fancy place which is why he wanted Sanjana to come along so she could drive on the way back (this is what she suspected, else why would he wait 15 minutes for her?). Anyway having resolved that issue amicably we three headed off. Tharian decided  to show me a bit of the neighbourhood like the Thevara jetty (where he would go fishing after dropping Sanjana off for her music classes - I did not know he could fish - I looked at him and his survival skills with new admiring eyes after that). Also all that music training seemed to have had a good effect on Sanjana because I could hear her humming and singing and she sings really well! Sanjana played some nice music, very drive friendly, Punjabi stuff.

Interesting - but didn't

After Thevara jetty which I mentally decided I should come back one morning by walk (which I never did), we went across the bridge to the Willingdon Island, the largest artificial island in India, claimed from the Vembanadu lake as part of a 1936 plan to build a modern port at Cochin (the Cochin Port itself has some great history). The plan was commissioned by the then British Governor of the Madras Residency and the man who envisioned and executed this port was one Robert Bristow after who there is a road named somewhere there. The Willingdon island houses the Port of Cochin, Kochi Naval Base, the Southern naval Command, Custom House etc.


Jew Town - The Paradesi Synagogue at the end

Now the whole place is full of islands connected by bridges and Water Metro. Tharian drove right up on empty, wide, tree lined  roads to the place where the iconic Taj Malabar was on Willingdon Island. On the way we passed the Katari Bagh, named after Admiral Ram Dass Katari from Hyderabad, who had studied in Mahbub College and Nizam College and lived in Sainikpuri, Hyderabad, the first Indian Chief of Naval Staff. It felt good to see a Hyderabadi connection there. 


Closed


After the drive around, we headed to Mattancherry and parked near the Jew Town. We walked up and down the Jew Town street, to the 400 year old Synagogue which was shut thanks to GF, peered at the many shops selling antiques. There are two types of Jews in Cochin from what I gather - the Malabar Jews who have been here since the days of King Solomon (970-931 BCE) and the Sephardi Jews who were religiously persecuted in Spain and Portugal and came to India in the 16th century. They were given land near the Mattancherry Palace by the Rajas of Kochi in 1524 and built the Paradesi Synagogue in 1568 (after the first Synagogue they had built in the 4th century was destroyed by the Portuguese). The Paradesi (foreigner) Synagogue at the Jew Town is the oldest active Synagogue in the Commonwealth. After Israel was made into a nation in 1948, many Cochin Jews left for Israel.
Colour coded car



Antique shops


Paintings in the Post Card Hotel

The Jew Town street is a photographers delight and naturally everyone was taking selfies and pictures. We ducked into an ancient hotel, run by the Post Card group, which the manager said served only local food etc, and had some coffee, fresh lime and stuff.
Nice vibe

The Godfather - and S

Refreshed we headed out again and found that the Mattancherry Palace which was next on the list was also shut due to the Good Friday holiday. We checked out the gates and walls carefully, saw a digital de-addiction centre by the side (sounded very interesting but didn't dare go in), a sign that said Koonan Pilgrim Centre, retracted steps, got back to the car and drove to the Fort Kochi area which is about a couple of kilometres from there.

The poster - Koonan Pilgrim Centre

Very interesting initiative - wonder what they do

At Fort Kochi there are no signs of a fort as one might normally expect (thanks to the Dutch who destroyed all that the Portuguese built diligently - why would you destroy a fort?). But there are walls, bastions and stuff if one looks carefully. Originally named Fort Manuel (the Portuguese ruler then I think), Fort Kochi has the distinction of being the first European Fort on Indian soil. Fort Kochi is named in the top 25 tourist destinations in Asia to visit by National Geo - so that leaves a mere 24 after this.

Trees of Fort Kochi

Now how the Portuguese were allowed to build a fort in Kochi is an interesting story. Vasco Da Gama landed first on Indian soil in Calicut in 1498 and opened the sea route to India (I have to reconcile how the Chinese and Arabs were already doing business here and Vasco gets all the credit). Soon after another Portuguese General Afonso de Albuquerque landed in Kochi in 1500 I think, and he helped the Raja of Kochi defeat the Sampoothiri (Zamorins) of Calicut. In return for his military services the Raja gave permission to build Fort Emmanuel and pretty soon realised he was relegated to being a vassal to the militarily stronger Portuguese. Obviously the Portuguese came with a serious agenda and were not here to make friends - they quickly seized control and started religious persecution and conversion (Jews and Syrian Christians) to the Catholic faith that they followed.

St Francis Church (CSI) - 1503

Peeping into the church

We stopped by at the St Francis Church (built in 1503) by the Portuguese. Vasco Da Gama died in Kochi in 1524 on his third visit to India and was buried in this church before his remains were taken back to Portugal in 1530. It was also one of the few Portuguese churches that the Dutch did not demolish - perhaps because it was  such a pretty church - they simply made it into a Protestant church. Fort Kochi or Cochin is the only state in India to have the distinction of being ruled by three foreign powers - the Portuguese (1498), followed by the Dutch (1683) and then the British took control (1795). Amazing how they went about it in a foreign land. Also one realises that the three main kingdoms - Travancore, Kochi and Calicut were not on very friendly terms which made it easier for the seafarers.

The Portuguese were rather aggressive in their conversions and were not too tolerant about other religions (as has been explained in the building of Mattancherry Palace which was an appeasement for having destroyed a temple). Looks like the Portuguese wanted everyone to be Catholic, and the Dutch wanted everyone to be Protestant. Catholic Churches were either destroyed or converted into Protestant churches and so on. One source says that the Dutch were more focused on trade and money and less on the religious angle that there was some relief for the locals (other sources feel otherwise). In fact there is another story of the Coonan Cross or the Great Oath of Bent Cross (1653) when the persecuted people took an oath refusing to submit to the Portuguese - it loads the dice against the Portuguese. There's a memorial of some sort on the island.

Santa Cruz Basilica

Too hot - picture got cut off at the top


Anyway, the St Francis Church was open and they were having some sort of a service but did not let tourists in - barricaded at the door. We took pics, wandered around and and decided it was time to pick up the tickets for the Kathakali show in the evening. The sun was really beating down on us so we did not really appreciate the Santa Cruz Basilica in the right spirit. It was a magnificent structure built by the Portuguese in 1505 (shut down due to Good Friday). It is one of the thirty four basilicas in India and one of nine in Kerala. Beautiful structure. Tharian tried to get a peep in but the doors and windows were tightly shut.


The Kochi Folklore Odeum - Must visit

We walked further in the hot Sun, found our place finally, bumped into an auto driver who convinced us that we should see the air conditioned version at the Kochi Folklore Odeum which was just a few hundred metres away, dropped us off there for a minimum fare of 30 bucks. You have these nice autos all over Fort Kochi that way - giving you the tuk tuk experience.

We booked tickets for the Kathakali show which was between 5-7 (5-6 pm we can watch the make up part, 6-7 pm was the actual show), followed by two other short shows - Theyyam and Kalaripayattu. We booked ourselves for the Kathakali and felt quite triumphant at our achievement.

     
Searching for drink and bread

Trees and the Vasco Da Gama Square

Now, hunger pangs and thirst pangs were making themselves heard, so we walked back to where we parked and went to the nice hotel there which I forget, very famous apparently, which showed in a half hour waiting line (also, no beer thanks to Good Friday). There was another Pandhal which we decided to skip, and then went to find this quaint pub, Francis pub, passing by some more lovely restaurants along the way, Kerala House and this and that. Francis Pub looked like something we would have loved to get into, but unfortunately it was Good Friday and they were shut too. Doors were not opening an inch despite banging on them. Now things were getting desperate. 


Kashi Art Cafe

We walked down to the Vasco da Gama Square which is where the famous Chinese fishing nets are, a park, and some old parts of Fort Kochi - the famous Old Harbour House and other such landmarks. After checking one other place which would not serve beer (Good Friday again) we decided to go to Kashi Art Gallery on Burgher Road (there's some significance to this Burgher - something to do with Dutch ancestry) which was also rather full. But by now we had not energy left so we just plonked ourselves on the first available seats, got our lime juice and food and sufficiently rejuvenated, walked back to the car.

Fort Kochi has these lovely old trees, huge, like I never seen before. its delightful. There's so much to do, so many delightful pubs, restaurants to visit, that it will take a long time to really get a hang of this place. The beach, the nets, the museums (Indo Portuguese Museum, the Mattancherry Palace Museum, Maritime Museum and so much more). We decided to head back home, and come back in a couple of hours for the Kathakali program. Like I said - I did get the lay of the land in this trip so hopefully I can do a more efficient job next time.

Interesting building 

Back home, A was up and was good to go and we all rested a bit and headed out at 5 to the Kochi Folklore Odeum. It was an old home I am guessing, rejigged into a lovely hotel and created this little place for these performances. The Kathakali show was very nice, we watched the elaborate make up session half way, then there was a demo of the various movements the artists do and their expressions, what each colour signifies for each character, and then watched a small portion of a play where a demon tries to fool Indra into marrying her. The entire show was very enjoyable. Kathakali, a dance-drama from Kerala, combines storytelling with dance and music - the music and sound added a fascinating element to the dance - just two musicians and young man on the drums and the singer with the cymbals But they cooked up a storm.
Demonstrating the various rasas 

Interacting with a member from the audience

Play going on 

So much so that we decided to stay back and watch the other two shows also - Theyyam and Kalaripayattu. Theyyam, dance of the gods, has elaborate costumes, face paint and aggressive dance movements. The performer would reach up into the audiences space at times, screaming. Combined with the light and sound effects, it could be a traumatic experience for a child or someone with a weak heart. 
Theyyam - dramatic beginning

The light and sound effects were quite good

Kalaripayattu, the ancient martial art form from Kerala, requires rigorous training and the performers, a band of four muscular ad fit boys, displayed vigorous exercises, their expertise with weapons like daggers, sticks, spears and swords including the dangerous urumi). Both very intense experiences.





That done, overwhelmed by an evening full of intense cultural experiences, we headed to Seagull for dinner - decided to walk it - past the famous Brunton Boatyard property. There was a college of management, an active sports club named after one of their deceased members with music and carrom games and activity. Very nice.    

Another church on the way to Seagull


Seagull was right on the edge of the waterfront and we had a lovely meal served by a very attentive waiter. I got my parotta and beef fry wish fulfilled and so all was well.

That was a lot for one day, so we crashed out.                







The Cochin Diaries - Day 1

 The idea finally fructified - Tharian and I have been making plans of visiting him when he was posted in Cochin (his hometown) the last time he was there, in Vijayawada (when we planned to see the Konaseema), in Delhi (where we planned to see the Taj Mahal together - I never went and he saw it off by himself), drive to the North East (planned but never spoke about it again). One gets the idea by now - we are great at planning but not executing - which anyone who knows us will probably know by now. But this time around my vague plans of visiting him in Kochi got some finality when that dormant part of my mind (which normally nods off when decisions have to be made) decided that enough is enough - move forward with purpose and clarity - and I told Tharian with purpose and clarity - give me a date and I shall be there - and he was flummoxed to see this new decisive person emerging after four decades. April 18, 19, 20 work for me, he came back equally decisively. I'll be there I said. And that was that. By land, sea or air we shall see, but I will be there. Promises were made, and followed up on.

View from Marine Drive, Kochi

By some miracle, it turned out that Anjali was free and so was S and we all decided to make a trip out of it. Tharian was more than welcoming when I told him about the new development and additional people joining the campaign (when I broached the idea that we could shack up in a hotel nearby to reduce burden on the household, he merely pooh-poohed the idea and continued to make an extensive plan of it - come on the 17th, spend 21st at Alleppey and head back on the 22nd). What would have been a three day thing now became a 5-6 day affair.
A boat

I also realise that it is time to make drastic decisions like this, like spending time with people who matter to me, and Tharian is one of those I really enjoy spending time with. It has been that way since our first job at Calcutta back in the early 90s, in Mumbai in the mid 90s and sporadically ever since. Marriages, children, grey hair, mellow eyes followed - I wonder if there is something to that order!   

The drive to the Hyderabad airport turned out to be rather interesting. Our Uber driver called a little before time and informed me in polished and accented English that he was at the given location and we could step out whenever we are ready. Hmm, I thought. Soon as I stepped out I could see him, helpful, smiley, a 45 year old man with the look of someone who has seen more than he will reveal. He spoke a little again as we took off, in an American accent about things in general and I could not resist asking him his story. Ali said he had lived in Hyderabad, in the Punjagutta area, studied, went to the US and worked there as a software developer and in a University and had been doing quite well when he had to come back for his son. I did not know what the events were that led to him coming back for his son and did not ask, but it was clear that he knew what he was talking. He lives with his mother and son at Attapur he said and was quite knowledgeable about many things - astronomy, history, religion. He said the stress of working an IT job was telling on his health so he quit and took up this job of driving Uber - at his hours. He told me how he would climb up the gutta (hillock) at Punjagutta and enjoy the beautiful views. He also told me that there was a punja and a ghutna on top of that hill and that's why it is called Punjagutta. I thought I should check it out. Hopefully we will meet again Ali. 

The flight was pretty uneventful except that we met Gowri and Raju at the airport which added to some excitement - they were visiting his family at Kumarakom and Raju gave me some idea of what to do in Kochi (beyond Fort Kochi with which I was obsessed since my last hazy trip there a few years ago). We bid goodbye to them when we landed at Kochi (Raju told the bewildered Taxi guy to take care of us) and went off in the cab. I called Marina to tell her that we had arrived and she said Sanjana was back from a short visit to Bangalore just then (Sanjana finished her graduation and is now on the way to doing her MBA). Rahul, the first born, was away on his first job in Delhi or Gurugram or Noida else it would have been great to meet him now as a young man stepping into working life - telling him of how we went about our life which is a template not to follow. The last time I met him in Mumbai was when he was just done with a course in Milan, just before Covid. I had gone visiting because Tharian was living in Nerul and I had been to a U2 concert in Nerul! 

Water Metro Station

The place Tharian and family lived in was close to Fort Kochi so I was secretly happy at this happy coincidence - I could go there everyday. Marina welcomed us and served a lovely lunch and we were all up chatting, until after five in the evening when Tharian came home after work. He and Marina had to go back to an office farewell party and we were left in the able care of Sanjana who told us up front - treat me like one of you - like a tourist (which translated into 'don't expect me to know too much about anything, I am also learning along with you guys). That worked well for us and all of us sported dazed touristy looks as we went about discovering the place.

The hunt for the day was for parotta-beef fry and Tharian had suggested a place called Pandhal. This was if we did not fancy eating at those road side small joints called Thattekadu or something like that. We dragged ourselves out and Sanjana drove us to Marine Drive where we saw some boats (offering us a boat ride), the Water Metro station etc. It was a nice, breezy, quiet walk and somehow got the hunger pangs going.

Sanjana and Anjali checking out the menu

We ended up at Pandhal which is a fancy little cafe with a lovely menu (nothing like beef-parotta though). I did some rice and beef curry or something like that and we all ended up having a nice meal and some dessert too if I am not mistaken. I was all ready to crash and wake up for my morning tryst with Fort Kochi.

Thanks to the exertions of the day, and my insightful theory (which is a ground breaking one but one hat few take seriously) that I sleep better in places where I have no responsibility (such as other people's houses), I slept like a log. Come to think of it, logs are always sleeping right? Or do they mean that they have waking hours and sleeping hours? If they are sleeping always, it is a bad metaphor to use I feel.

  Just saying. (Being in close proximity Tharian does this to me.)

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Beyond Barriers -Understanding Disability Etiquette - Gayathri Vatsalya

Gayathri is Masters in Clinical Psychology, M. Phil in Social Work and trained in Special Education and has dedicated her life to empowering intellectually challenged individuals. Her NGO, SVK Shikshan Sanstha at Nagpur empowers and helps Intellectually Challenged Adults to lead a dignified life by creating an enabling environment and an inclusive society. This booklet by Gayathri is a wonderful introduction to understanding disability etiquette and when I read it I felt I should share it on the blog.

The line on the back cover - Abled does not mean enabled, Disabled does not mean less abled - says it all. 

Disability etiquette refers to respectful interaction and communication with persons of Disability. One must understand that it is always a person first - a person with a disability (not a disabled person). Treat them as you would want to be treated.

Some things to remember:

  • Never avoid making eye contact
  • Behave in the same way that you would with anyone else
  • Introduce yourself in the same manner as you would with a person without a disability with a shake hand, a Namaste or a simple Hello
  • Speak directly to the person (not with the attendant or caregiver)
  • Treat adults as adults
  • Avoid intrusive questions. Do not ask questions about a person's disability unless it is brought up by the person.
  • Focus on skills. Like with any other person your focus should be on their skills, talents, expertise and abilities
  • Ask if he or she needs assistance before providing it
  • Be cautious with words - don't use offensive terms as Handicapped, Vikalang, Wheelchair bound, Mental, Mute etc. Instead use words like Specially- Abled or Differently-abled.
  • Avoid pity

Things to be aware of when dealing with Persons with 

Visual Impairment

Those who have visual impairment have enhanced compensatory abilities such as heightened sense of hearing, smell and touch as cognitive functions
While interacting with a person with Visual Impairment - tell your name and extend your hand only if the other person extends his hand for a hand shake
If guiding that  person to a new location, just offer your arm as a guide

Speech Impairment 
A person with speech impairment has better observation skills and concentration levels than a person who can speak.
Ask questions that can be answered in a few words or with a nod of the head
Encourage him or her to write notes to express

Hearing Impairment
Persons with hearing impairment can process peripheral vision and motion better than hearing individuals.
To get attention, touch the person lightly or wave your hand
If the person is lip reading, look at the person directly and speak slowly and clearly
Don't exaggerate lip movements or shout
Use gestures to express and speak with expressions

Person using a wheel chair
A person's wheel chair is a part of his body space and should be treated with respect (don't hang or lean on it unless you have the person's permission, don't pat them on the head as it is a degrading gesture)
Adjust your posture to be eye- level with the person in a wheel chair to interact
Speak directly to the person in the wheel chair, and if conversation lasts more than a few minutes, sit down or kneel to get on the same level

Persons with Cognitive/Intellectual Disabilities
First of all, do not call them KIDS
See the person, not the disability
Develop good rapport first
Use clear, simplified language
Try speaking slower and not louder
Treat them as you would your peers
Be inclusive during the conversation, ask them their thoughts and allow them to answer

Like Gayathri says, have an open mind, be willing to learn, be sensitive and kind, make it about the other person. I guess all this also works with every person we meet - being sensitive, kind and thoughtful.

Thanks a ton Gayathri. I learned a lot from this booklet.
         

Friday, May 2, 2025

The Deodis of Hyderabad - A Lost Heritage - Rani Sarma

Rani Sarma studied at Andhra University and Osmania University and taught history for two decades. She founded the Historical Society of Hyderabad, is a member of INTACH and engaged in heritage and environmental activities in Vizag. This delightful book is about the Deodis (mostly gone) in Hyderabad about which she researched during her stay at Bella Vista (now ASCI) at Khairatabad, Hyderabad, one of the Princely palaces of yesteryear.


Deodis are palatial residences and at one time she says there were about 1200 of them of different sizes and shapes in the old city. Almost all of them have been demolished including the most stately ones (which could have brought in so much tourism now if they were a little patient or had some vision). 

There is an elaborate, elegant and quaint introduction by Nawab Mir Moazzam Hussain who was related to and grew up among some of the major players of that era and his account gives a nice insight into those times. He talks of the time when the two princes, sons of the 7th Nizam Mir Osman Ali Khan returned after their marriages to Turkish Princesses Durru Shevar and Niloufer at Nice France. Princess Durru Shevar was the only daughter of the deposed Ottoman Caliph, successor to the prophet, spiritual and temporal leader of Sunni Muslims, Abdul Majid Han. The Caliphate was abolished after World War I, and the Caliph was exiled to Nice, France where he lived in reduced circumstances. Durru Shevar was his only daughter. 

Fluent in English. French, Turkish Durru Shevar learned Urdu. She swam, played tennis, rode horses. She broke the purdah system and would attend public meetings. Both marriages broke up and the two Turkish princesses left their husbands and returned to Europe. However there are hospitals named after both of them in Hyderabad, Niloufer Hospital being more popular.

Nawab Moazzam Hussain recounts how the princes, sons of the seventh Nizam Mir Osman Ali Khan  - Azam Jah as Commander-in-Chief of the Hyderabad Army and Moazzam Jah as Chairman of the Hyderabad Development Board - suffered broken marriages. Though the general impression was that they led a hectic night life with parties that went on till the week hours of the morning, there was a human side also to both. Like the time Azam Jah went to console widows of those who lost their lives in the Nalgonda agitation.

Nawab Mir Moazzam Hussain reminiscences his days in the many deodis (he was related to some of the high nobles of those days). He reminiscences how the Diwan ki Deodi of Salar Jung I was an open house, its magnificence. He talks of the baradaris and their 12 doorways - Chando Lal baradari, Salar Jung's Lakkad Kot (which is no more), Irrum Manzil's baradari (where aalams were placed). At Irrum Manzil he remembers Christmas and Dussehra and Holi being celebrated with gusto. The red arch of Diwan-ki-Deodi, the Gharial ki Deodi of Fakhr-Ul-Mulk at Mir Alam Mandi, the majestic gateway to Irrum Numa or Fakhrabad at TB Hospital (no more, destroyed for road widening).    

He recounts how the Paigahs, fierce loyalists of the Nizam, were related to the Nizams through marriage and as such received more favorable terms - they were next to the royals in terms of status. Of them, Asman Jah and Vicar ul-Umrah held the post of Prime Minister during the sixth Nizam Mahbub Ali Khan's period. Nawab Moin-Ud-Dowla (after who we have a famous All India Moin Ud Dowla Gold Cup for Cricket), son of Sir Asman Jah was a sportsman and a keen hunter. 

He recollects Raja Shamraj's magnificent library, the Malwala palace of Raja Dharam Karan family (two streets at Ameerpet are named after them) - Ram and Sham Karan. Iqbal Chand a younger member of Dharam Karan family played for Madras University. It's a wonderful foreword and sets the right context to the book by giving an authentic peek into those times. To understand the same, a bit of the history of the Nizams, and the Asaf Jahi period (1724-1948)

A Glimpse into the Asaf Jahi History  

In 1707 Aurangzeb died and the Mughal empire was in disarray. Nizam-ul-Mulk, Governor of the Deccan for the Mughal Empire, declared the Asaf Jah dynasty as Viceroy of the region, in 1924. The dynasty ruled till 1948, a period of for 224 years, until the Hyderabad state was absorbed into the dominion of India. Despite forming the Asaf Jah dynasty, Nizam Ul-Mulk always considered himself a Subedar of the Emperor, a Viceroy of the Mughals and as such the Friday Khutbah was read in the Emperor's name and coins were minted in the Mughal Emperor's name. It may be noted that the Nizam Ul-Mulk was a shrewd administrator and brought along with him good men from Delhi to help govern Hyderabad - the Paigah ancestor Khair Khan, the daftardars Moro Pant and Naro Pant, the Finance people from the family of Todar Mal who was Finance Minister for Akbar and such. Good leadership with able men.    

Jagirs and Jagirdar System

Upon taking over the kingdom of the Qutb Shahis, Nizam Ul-Mulk bestowed jagirs (a grant of revenue land - jagirdars could raise revenue from lands or jagirs allotted to them) and titles in return for military support. This practice was furthered by the second Nizam, Nizam Ali Khan and his Prime Minister Arastu Jah, a patron of art and music, who bestowed more jagirs to others. The Nizam's own lands were known as Sarf-e-Khas lands - he was the biggest jagirdar of all. 

Many of these jagirs were of hereditary nature or as bestowed by the ruler. Since revenues from the jagirs afforded a comfortable life, many nobles were also patrons of art. Artists would also request jagirs for their work. Artists such as Pandit Motiram (father of Pandit Jasraj) and Bade Ghulam Ali Khan visited the city on the request of these nobles (Bade Ghaulam Ali is buried in the city in Daira Mir Momin). The bigger the jagir, the wealthier and higher in social rank, the noble was. The wealthier and higher the rank, the more impressive the deodi.

Hierarchy

The Paigahs married into the Nizam's family and were next to the Nizam's in hierarchy. The Paigah Nobles who were military chiefs had their own army and were given the benefit of paying no tax unlike other jagirdars. The 5 Hindu Samasthans (Gadwal, Wanaparthi, Jatprole, Amarchinta and Palvancha) were also given the benefit of not paying tax. These five Samasthans, plus another nine samasthans, predated the Mughal invasion in 1687 and were permitted to remain independent.

Other important nobles were the Umra-e-Uzzams, premier nobles relegated to the second position after the emergence of the Paigahs as kinsmen of the ruler. Four families were granted this status  - Salar Jungs (six Prime Ministers of the Hyderabad State came from this family), Chandu Lal and his great grandson Kishen Pershad (Peshidars and two prime Ministers from this family), the Khane Khanan and the Fakhr Ul-Mulk family. These families were also exempted from paying taxes to the ruler. 

Below them were the Rai Rayans and the Malwalas who were revenue officials. Then came several jagirdars who had been granted jagirs of various sizes. At the bottom were small jagirdars who had no privileges or had been granted jagirs for a specific purpose. The greatest virtue anyone could have those days was loyalty to the Nizam.

Bringing in Professionals and a Pan-India Culture

The good work of the first Nizam and his team was slowly being undone by machinations among the nobles who were mainly focused on currying favour with the Nizam and lining their pockets. Noticing the the administration needed better hands, the Prime Minister, Salar Jung 1, in 1853, brought in administrators from the Aligarh Muslim University to revive a system that was gradually becoming inefficient and declining. People like Maulvi Sayed Hussain Bilgrami, Maulvi Chirag Ali, Rai Muralidhar, Dr Aghornath Chatterji (father of Sarojini Naidu) were brought in and they did good work. The seventh Nizam continued the tradition by appointing people like Sir Ali Imam from Patna, Akbar Hydari from Mumbai. 

Through all this, the patronage of arts and preservation of heritage and culture went side by side. The 7th Nizam who was known to be a miser despite being the richest man on the planet in his day, made donations for the upkeep of temples at Bhadrachalam, Yadagiri Gutta, Tirupati etc, spent money for the restoration of Ajanta caves frescoes, donated to Shantiniketan, Banaras Hindu University, Andhra University, Telugu Academy, the Gokhale Memorial Scholarship. Funds were allotted to the Bhandarkar Oriental Research Institute for publication of the Mahabharata. Sir Amin Jung had one of the best private libraries in the world, Sir Imad Ul Mulk and his son were involved in the Ajanta Ellora conservation project, Sir Nizamat Jung built his house at Bella Vista based on the model of the college he went to in Cambridge. 

Deodi Architecture

The nobles and wealthy lived in deodis characterized by prominent main entrances (the size of the gate was a symbol of power - the higher the better - big enough to accommodate an elephant which only a few high ranking nobles were allowed), high enclosing walls, inner courtyards in styles still prevalent in Marathwada and Telangna region. As the residence of a Nawab or Raja or Chief of a dargah, it was a fortified residence which provided security for the family and others in troubled times (trouble with Marathas continued till 1795). In time, new aspects began to be added to the deodis like the khazana, tosh khana, farrash khana, bawarchi khana, baggi khana, motor khana, residences for servants etc. 

The deodis had a jillu khana (where the nobles alighted), an upper floor called naubat khana where the naubat (traditional music) was played three times a day to announce the time, a roshan khana which was used to light the deodi. Playing naubat was a privilege bestowed by the rulers on a few just as many other such privileges (and titles). Before the naubat practice, cannon shots were used to tell the time. 

Each deodi had a series of courtyards - public enclosures for men, private zenanas for women, places for the family to meet, revenue offices, court, administrative work. A Dalan or a reception area with a takht or a musnud where the master of the deodi sat (in green or velvet colour) yellow being the colour of the ruler. The entrance to zenana was guarded by a lady who would announce the arrival of every male (including the master). One rule followed by the noble families was that the master and mistress held court every morning and every member had to attend formally dressed, attired to pay respects.

Most large deodis had baradaris (pleasure houses) which are structures with 12 doors, a style that came from the Qutb Shahi times (Taramati baradari is an example). Popular baradaris of those days were Chandu lal baradari (where Dewan Chandu Lal entertained the 3rd Nizam with whom he had fallen out of favour and where the famous courtesan Ma Laqa Bai Chand entertained), Lakkad Kot of Diwan Deodi (another popular place which was used to entertain guests). Other famous baradiris were at Khursheed Jah deodi, Paigah's deodi, Irrum Manzil where Nawab Fajhr Ul-Mulk resided, the baradari of Hussain Kothi.

Of the 1200 deodies by the 19th century, the main ones that the author focused on were the Paigahs Deodis and palaces (they built the Basheer Bagh Palace, Saroor Nagar Palace, Khurshid Jah deodi, Iqbal-ud-daula deodi, Falaknuma palace, Asman gad Palace), Diwan ki Deodi (Salar Jung's deodi), Chandu Lal's Deodi, his great grandson Maharaja Kishen Pershad's hereditary Peshkar deodi, Rai Rayans Daftardars Deodi at Shah Ali Banda, the Panch Mahalla Palace, Diwan Deodi, Malwala palace etc. 

Add to the above Nawab Fakhr-ul-Mulk's many edifices like the Asad Palace, Irrum Manzil Palace, Irrum Numa Palace, Nawab Mehdi Jung's palace in Moula Ali and so on.

A brief glimpse into these main deodis.

Diwan Deodi

Across the road from Madina building lay the Diwan Deodi which stretched from the Musi riverfront till the Mir Alam Mandi. This was home for six dewans or Prime Ministers of the Hyderabad state. The deodi was red and white originally and was located close to the Purana Haveli. It was the epicentre of power when Salar Jung I was the defacto ruler with child King Mahbub Ali Khan. 

The deodi was built by the first dewan from this family, Syed Abul Kasim who was popularly known as Mir Alam. He started the deodi and his descendants, over the next two centuries, added and improved on the original. It occupied the whole block on the Southern gate from Chatta bazaar to Mir Alam Mandi, Charminar  to Purani Haveli (and had shops on the outside). Now only the arch is left and the place is occupied by wholesale merchants, mechanics. 

In its heyday visitors would request permission to see it as it was filled with fountains, statues, gardens, Aina Khana (reception), library which had thousands of manuscripts, China khana, the veiled Rebecca, treasury, court, bedrooms, zenana, a movie house, tosh khana, farrash khana, baggi khana, motor khana etc.

The Diwan Deodi was not a happy place for its owners except Salar Jung I. Mir Alam (dewan from 1804-1808) a migrant from Persia and part of the Nizam's army which defeated Tipu Sultan alongside the British, came back with a large booty to a large reception. But some nobles poisoned the Nizam's ears that he had kept some part of the booty without disclosing the same to the Nizam, and he was thrown in jail for four years (and again reappointed before death). He built Mir Alam Tank to provide drinking water, sarais for travelers on the way to Pune and Masulipatnam, created the Mir Alam Mandi as the Diwan Deodi had shops all around. At the bottom was the residence of Siddi Amber, the Sudanese house keeper of Salar Jung I which remains untouched as on date. There  is a bazaar named after him called Siddi Amber bazaar. In those days Afghans, Baluchs, Pathans, Rohillas, Punajbis, Siddis, Turks roamed around with all sorts of weapons, with volatile tempers, so Siddi Amber had his job cut out.

Next most famous in the line of Salar Jungs was Mir Turab Ali Khan Salar Jung I (1829-83), the fourth in the family to be dewan. An able administrator, perhaps the best of that era, he borrowed the British model and adapted it to local conditions. He was co-regent of the sixth Nizam Mahbub Ali Khan and was instrumental in quelling the 1857 revolt (led by Turum Khan) and sided with the British, The good of his state and the dignity of his ruler was paramount to Salar Jung I. He fought for Berar, raised money from the London money market to finance the Hyderabad Railway, established Nizam as  the Soveriegn ruler, kept diplomatic channels open when the Resident refused to follow customs like being barefooted and sitting on the floor when in the presence of the Nizam (British Resident Saunders had his army backing him up on this principle - Salar Jung warned him of dire consequences initially but let it slide and tightened other areas). 

He built the famous Lakkad Kot baradari, close to the Delhi gate (where Sati was performed in those days before it was banned in 1875 by Salar Jung I). Salar Jung I was a collector of art, a philanthropist to whom Ghalib wrote seeking financial help. Salar Jung I, one of the finest administrators, lies buried in Daira Mir Momin (a Shia saint), which is the family burial place of the Salar Jungs. For many years after his death people would still keep their petitions on his grave they say.

His son Salar Jung II, Mir Laik Khan was made Prime Minister at the age of twenty two, but fell out of favour with the Nizam and resigned after two years. After a journey of Europe which he undertook, he wrote a travelogue and died aged a mere twenty seven. One account says that Laik Ali Khan went away to Pune after resigning and and lived there for the rest of his life in exile. His son, Yusuf Ali Khan, Salar Jung III, was born in Pune. Having lost his father very early, he remained a bachelor his whole life, and it is he who created the Salar Jung museum collection. Salar Jung III was Prime Minister when he was twenty three, and he was removed after a  couple of years. One account says that he was depressed and the doctor said he could take up a hobby like collecting things and he went headlong into it. 

Though they had to live in reduced circumstances, the title and jagir were returned. Yusuf Ali retired from public life, but jagir at Kuppal earned good money and he was a shrewd investor having invested in the Nzam's Railways, Shahbad Cement, Singareni Collieries, Taj Mahal Hotel. His fantastic collection of 47, 000 artifacts, 47, 000 manuscripts needed a separated building to host. He died at 49 years of age just after the government took away all the jagir system and left his vast collection without a heir. The Government of India and a Trust formed by his family members established the Salar Jung museum - first in the Diwan Deodi and then in the new building built in its current place.

Peshkar's Deodi 

The Peshkar's Deodi at Shah Alam Mandi was the residence of Maharaja Kishen Pershad who was both Peshkar and Prime Misniter. His ancestor was Todar Mal the Finance Minister for Akbar and when Nizam Ul Mulk came to Hyderabad he brought along with him Todar Mal's descendant Rai Mulchand. Down the order from that family came the Machiavellian Chandu Lal who became Prime Minister. Theirs was a hereditary Peshkar (which was inherited by his descendant Kishen Pershad). Chandu Lal was known for his political machinations and manipulations, played the British against the nobles and the Nizam and finally earned the wrath of the Nizam - the third Nizam Sikandar Jah. Chandu Lal defrauded the state, sidelined the Nizam, and was finally forced to resign. But they say he walked away with important documents, a hefty pension and jagirs.

Unlike him his great grandson Kishen Pershad was much loved by the people and was Prime Mnister of the Hyderabad state for 35 years. He was classmates and friends with the sixth Nizam Mahbub Ali Khan and the noble Fakhr-ul-Mulk. Kishen Pershad was a man of many talents and knew Persian, Urdu, Arabic, Sanskrit, English fluently. He was a poet, a calligraphist, painter, photographer, cook, and authored 57 books in Persian, Urdu, Marathi. His pen name was Shad (Shad Nagar is named after him) and he would hold mushairas, supported writers like Dagh Dehlvi, Iqbal, Sarojini Naidu, Aamir Minai. His charity was legendary and he would go out with his car full of coins which he would throw out to the poor. Kishen Pershad had seven wives, four Muslim and three Hindu and they all followed their own religions. Though he was removed as PM by the 7th Nizam who had his doubts about his loyalty when he ascended the throne in 1911, he was reappointed in 1925 and was Prime Minister till 31. Tagore wrote letters and visited him seeking donations for Shanti Niketan. Maharaja Kishen Pershad died in debt. 

In the 80s his mansion Khas Bagh was demolished.

Paigahs deodis

Paigahs (which means high rank) was a title given by the second Nizam Nizam ALi Khan to Abul Fateh Khan Tegh Jung for services rendered. The Paigahs were military chiefs who provided household troops to guard the Nizam and were known for their fierce loyalty to the Nizam. They claim descent from Caliph Hazrat Omar, 

Nizam Ul mulk when he came down to the Deccan brought along Khair Khan to Hyderabad as his military chief. Khair Khan won a decisive battle against the Marathas in 1745. He died in 1752 and was followed by his son Tegh Jung who was once offered the job of Prime Minister but refused saying that he was a soldier, not an administrator. When asked to raise a garden he said he would rather raise troops. Such was the man.

His son Fakhruddin Khan married the Nizam's daughter. On their jagirs they did not have to pay taxes and also their jagirs were in perpetuity - which means they remained wealthy all through. Fakhruddin Khan was a scholar who was interested in astronomy and brought the Nizam's observatory to Hyderabad. He helped the British quell the 1857 uprising and was known to start the first school. 

He built the deodi in Jahanuma, designed the Khurshid Jah deodi baradari, built the Iqbal Ud-Daula deodi (the street on which they stand is named after him - Amir-e-Kabir). His grandson Asman Jah was co-regent with Salar Jung I during the reign of Mahbub Ali Khan (1887-94). Others in the family who became Prime Ministers were Asman Jah and Vicar Ul-Umrah.  When the Paigah estate split the portion that belonged to Shams Ul-Umrah II went to his son Asman Jah and the portion that belonged to Shams Ul-Umrah III went to his sons Khurshid Jah and Vicar-Ul-Umrah. 

Asman Jah built the clock tower at Mahbub Chowk, the Basheer Bagh palace (demolished in 1960), the Asman Garh palace. He designed the Khursheed Jah deodi where the female Zafar Paltan was raised. Vizar Ul-Umrah, who served as the Prime Minister to the sixth Nizam Manbub Ali Khan (Vikarabad is named after him), built the Falaknuma Palace, the Paigah Palace and Vikhar Manzil in Begumpet, the Spanish mosque etc.

Rai Rayan Deodi

Rai Rayan Deodi belonged to the Pants (lineage from Krishnaji Pant who served Shah Jahan). Nizam Ul Mulk (once again) brought along with him the sons of Krishnaji Pant who had served Shah Jahan for 35 years - Moro and Naro Pant. Moro Pant was made Peshkar first and upon his death, his brother Naro Pant became Peshkar. they were given titles such as Rai Rayan, Dayanawant, Dharmavant (there's (Dharmavant College), Raja. They played an important role in the Nizam's wars with the Peshwas mediating skillfully so both parties were happy. They were Mahashtrians and believed in Goddess Renuka Mata - the deity is still there in their deodi. 

Raja Shamraj's museum and library were very popular. Tagore visited him

Malwala Palace 

Malwala Palace demolished after the Conservation Act in 2000. So impressive was the Palace that Maharaja of Mysore, Kashmir, Baroda and Jaipur visited the palace. They had Goan cooks and brewed their own special brews for which they had a license. Their specialty was teethar ka sherbat. Other Kayastha families were also allowed to brew their own special brews. Dharam Karan and Sham Karan were revenue record keepers and have roads named after them in Ameerpet.  

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Its a fascinating account of the times gone by. Its amazing how they have been just left to rot - many continue to be left to rot. Glad that Rani Sarma documented all this. I hope to check out what is remaining of these mansions. Must read for a glimpse into Hyderabad's history.