Sunday, June 9, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Coconuts
“If you could count the stars, then you could count all the ways the coconut tree serves us.”- Philippine proverb
While roaming about in Rattan Bazaar, Chennai, I came across broken Coconuts
being sold on the pavement. There is nothing strange about it but they had
reached the sprouting stage. There was a white sponge like ball protruding and I
was told that this growth is edible. It is tasty as also has great nutritional
value. I was unaware of any such thing. We never considered that part as edible
and never also attempted to have a taste of it. We just used to remove it and
throw it out. Therefore I was a little bit surprised. However, now I learn that
if that white portion turns yellowish, it becomes toxic.
In our own garden we have some 60/65 Coconut palms and some times we do find
in fully matured Coconuts, a small spongy but a little hard ball. We used to get
rid of it in the manner stated above. If the Coconut is allowed to remain for a
longer period on the tree, the ball get enlarged by absorbing the water and the
meat inside the shell. During summers it is quite common to come across
Coconut water vendors on the streets. They may look big but are still in their
infancy. They may contain nearly 1 litre of sweet water to quench your thirst.
Incidentally this water could also be used as a substitute for Dextrose
therefore administered to patients intravenously. After consuming the water from
the Coconut the nut is broken in two halves. A thin layer of pulp which
sometimes resembles the egg white (boiled) is delicious.
If allowed to further
ripening the meat inside the shell becomes hard with lesser quantity of sweet
water. This is the stage at which Coconuts are generally plucked. The white semi
solid portion is used in various parts of India as an ingredient for various
dishes after grating. When the shell is broken and dried in Sunlight the white
meat could be peeled out. At this stage it is known as Copra. Coconut oil is
extracted from Copra in an expeller. There is one more method of extracting oil
by householders. The meat of the nut is removed, grated and squeezed (any good
method) and a milky substance gets extracted. This is the Coconut milk. When
this milk is heated in a pan, the residue is the Oil in its purest form. The
Coconut milk is used for making sweet dishes (Payasa/Payasam/Kheer). The Coconut
milk is also added while cooking fish.
If we take out the round shell from the outer coir casing, we find three eye
like formation on one of its poles. One eye is a little fragile and any thing a
bit sharp could be driven in and the water drawn out. If the nut is too ripe and
in its germination stage, a sprout will come out of that hole. Two roots will
also come out from the remaining eyes. When still on the tree and the Coconut
ripens fully, the outer layer would become brown and eventually fall on the
ground . They then sprout and the roots will try to pierce through the
ground.
Normally over ripening of Coconuts while still on the tree is very rare as
they get plucked much earlier. However due to paucity of farm labourers
particularly those who could climb the palm has made this possible. Even if some
one turns up, the fee demanded to climb one tree is prohibitive. If some
one with higher remuneration is engaged, the additional cost incurred for removing the
outer layer makes the economics to fail. Now a days I find a great influx of
farm hands from states like Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Odisha, Assam and Rajasthan
and they are willing to work for less than 1/3rd than the locals demand.
However, climbing a Coconut palm is not their cup of tea.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Victoria Public Hall, Chennai
when you get down at the Chennai
Central Station and proceed towards the car parking , it would be difficult to
escape a grand old building staring at you at a distance. This building
happened to be an inviting curiosity for me even when I was a child. The need
to catch a taxi to reach home quickly was so overbearing that I could never find
time to go nearer to the imposing structure, except while passing by, seated in
the car. Now that I have been in Chennai for a couple of months , I ventured to
visit the building a couple of times with a view to gain an entry. However all
my attempts were thwarted due to the Chennai Metro Rail Project. They are
constructing the underground portion of the project and the tunnelling work was
in progress just adjoining the place. The area was cordoned off with corrugated
tin sheets and a watchman has been posted to prevent entry to the premises.
Therefore I had to satisfy myself with few snaps from outside. The building
referred to is the Victoria Public Hall commonly known as the Town
Hall.
During the 1880s a need was felt to
have a community hall where cultural and social programmes could be held. A
meeting was organised by prominent citizens in 1882 and the participants had
contributed around Rs.20,000 for the purpose. A separate Trust was also created
to implement the project. The civic body i.e. the Corporation of Madras also
provided land admeasuring 3.14 acres on a 99 years lease. A foundation stone was
laid in December 1883 and by 1888 the construction could get completed. The
architect credited to have designed this beautiful building was Robert Fellowes Chisholm and
as with many other buildings of Madras this too was a derivation of Indo-Saracenic architecture.
To commemorate the Golden Jubilee of queen Victoria’s accession to the throne,
it was named after her.
The main building has two floors.
There are four beautiful wooden staircases leading to the first floor. both
floors put together has an area of 26000 square feet and every floor has a
seating capacity for 600 people. Once having been opened to the public many a
social organisations jumped in. Plays were being staged every evening on a
regular basis. Swami Vivekananda, Subramania Bharati, Mahatma Gandhi, Gopal
Krishna Gokhale, Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel were amongst the great men of yester
years who addressed public meetings at this venue. The hall was also used for
screening some 10 English films in 1892 by one T. Stevenson the owner of Madras
Photographic Stores. Incidentally by that time the Indian Cinema was yet to be
born. The first Tamil film “Keechaka Vadham” without a sound track was produced
only in 1918.
With the passage of time, the health
of the building started deteriorating and by the second half of the 20th century
it became critically ill due to continued neglect. There had been some attempts
to rejuvenate it but they proved inadequate. For the last 45 years the hall is
in a state of Coma. In between the Trust leased out the spaces around it for
commercial purposes. Taking advantage of the situation certain unscrupulous
traders also made their intrusions to put up their stalls/shops. Disputes
surfaced between the Corporation and the Trust when the 99 years lease term
expired. Fortunately the Corporation was in a position to take over the building
after eviction of all those illegal occupants. Due to continued hue and cry made
by heritage lovers the Corporation sanctioned an expenditure of Rs.3.39 Crores
for complete renovation/restoration of the building and work started in 2009.
When the work was half way, the Metro Rail Project commenced its construction
work resulting in a temporary stoppage of the renovation project. However, the
Chennai Corporation has announced recently that by end of July 2013, the
Victoria Public Hall would be in its original shape. At the moment we do not
know whether the hall would get opened up for social/cultural purposes as was
originally envisaged.
Under the Chennai Metro Rail Project,
the trains are to travel over pillars and they will go underground in busy
areas. As has been stated earlier, the tunnelling work is in progress near the
Victoria Public Hall and they have also encroached upon the area in front of the
building. A beautiful fountain which existed thereat has since been removed and
moved to the right hand side of the hall. In the process some ornamentations
have been broken/lost. This fountain too has a story of its own.
During the British rule, Government’s
budget proposals were introduced by James Wilson in 1860 for the first time when
the capital of the country used to be in Calcutta. Losses sustained during the
Freedom Struggle of 1857 were sought to be bridged by taxing the personal income
of citizens. Every individual with an income of Rs.200 was within the ambit of
the proposed tax net. This move was highly resented and there was a hue and cry
amongst the people. Charles Trevelyan who happened to be the Governor of Madras
Presidency in those days, supported the people’s movement and expressed his
anguish by sending a telegram to Fort William, Calcutta. As an after effect
he had to compromise with his job. When Trevelyan was the Chairperson of the
Madras Corporation, he made available potable drinking water for the people and
also created a beautiful park in the heart of the city. A fountain was built in
front of the Victoria Public Hall in his fond memory which is known as Trevelyan
Fountain.Incidentally there is another heritage building known as Victoria Memorial Hall which houses the National Art Gallery. This building too remains closed for the last 10 years or so on account of some cracks having developed inside. This building awaits restoration.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Vypin Island – Pallipuram Fort
After having taken our lunch, we had
two options in hand, either to go for a Siesta or for a long ride. My younger
brother with whom I am staying had no problems either as it way a Sunday.
However the cloudy weather was dissuading me from venturing out, for the camera
could not be put to use. Nevertheless the call of my brother to move out before
it really starts pouring made me get ready. When we drove out it was drizzling.
We headed towards the Marine Drive of Kochi yet the destination remained
undecided. Moving further we crossed over to Bolgatty island. Here we thought
of visiting the Palace now converted into a Hotel, Unfortunately we could not
gain entry due to some big gun having reserved the entire hotel for some private
purpose, presumably a marriage reception. Then I said let us now go to Vypin
Island. In between there an another island known as Vallarpadam which is a very
large container terminal. Here one could see hundreds of trucks lined up for
transporting containers to and fro from the hinterland. Soon thereafter my
brother stopped the vehicle at one point and told me come this is Vypin. I could
not believe it but then the signboards did say so. We got down and surveyed the
area, particularly the topography. I could visualise that we were standing at
the Southern end of the island and farther south it was Fort Kochi. From the
Boat Jetty we could see steamers arriving and departing with loads of passengers
and vehicles.
Six major rivers emanating from the Western Ghat Mountain Ranges submerge into the Arabian Sea near Kochi passing through the Vembanad lake. The deltas and soil erosions appear to be the cause of six scattered islands except Wellingdon which is man made. All the islands are inhabited and movement of people used to be through waterways in the past. Now all the islands are made accessible overland with interconnecting bridges. From Fort Kochi if one has to travel by road to Vypin Island, it would be a long distance and therefore the ferry service thrives carrying passengers as well as all vehicles.
Thanks to trade relations with
China in the distant past, some amount of technology transfers have also taken
place in the area of fishing. The local fishermen deploy “Chinese fishing
nets” which were installed in the vicinity in large numbers. We could witness
them while they worked. However they have limitations as regards water
coverage. Nevertheless they have managed to sustain themselves by mechanising
the operations.
After having observed the operations
at the boat jetty and the Chinese fishing nets, it was time for us to move. My
brother asked me, now where should we go. Vypin Island is a peace of land which
is around 26 kilometres long. The main light house of the Port of Kochi is
located in this island. There is also a beautiful beach known as Cherai at the
north western side. What I had in my mind was a Portuguese fort at the northern
end which I had seen some 5 decades back but at that time approached it from the
North and not from the South. Fortunately I could remember the place name and
told my brother to proceed to Pallipuram in the North direction. He also
instantly said Oh! Pallipuram. There is a fort there. I have heard about it but
the location was not known. I said, I am also not very much sure but the fort is
in the northern end.
After travelling for over 20 minutes, we came across a hoarding to our right with the name of the fort. We parked our vehicle on one side and got down. Although there was no need to consult any one, my brother seeing an otherwise educated looking lady going that way, casually enquired about the fort. She said Tipu Sultan’s fort is here and showed us the pathway. She also said if the fort is locked, we may check with the guard there. When I had visited long long ago, the fort could be viewed from the road but now a school building has come up in front and the approach is round about.
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| Western side while we approach |
The main entrance is towards the East through a small iron gate and few stairs lead you onto a platform constructed above 5 feet from the ground level. There is a small opening at the right side and it appears that the space below was used for storing arms and ammunition. Apart from the ground floor two more floors above would have existed as there are spaces for mounting cannons at two different levels. In the middle there is a circular plastered space and it is presumed that a heavy wooden pole could have supported the two floors (also made of wood). This could have facilitated reaching and manning the cannons positioned facing the sea on three sides. Right now it is open to the sky.
Although the monument is under the State Archaeology department, it appears to be grossly neglected. A broken lock was found on the main gate and no care taker was found during the duration of our stay at the place. There was lot of unwanted vegetation growing close by obstructing a clear view. Some plants have also taken roots on its walls. If the situation remains the same, the monument may not survive for long.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Buffalo
P.N. Sampath Kumar,
Cochin Ship Yard, Kochi (India)
Not very long ago, in our villages, when farming used to be our main vocation, there lived a kind of livestock, Buffalo.
This lazy looking cattle, unlike its
cousins, a cow or a deer, doesn’t converse with you with its eyes and erected
ears. It has a skin that matches much with the muddy waters where it always
desired to be in. The set of hones conveyed that it is always on an ‘attack’
mode.
No wonder, Yama, the god of death, chose him to be his vehicle. Devi Durga (Mahishasura Mardhini) is portrayed as the killer of “Mashisha Asura” (A devil in the guise of a Buffalo). In Kerala, Lord Ayyappa is said to have killed ‘Mahishi’, the buffalo demon, who distracted the Rishis from their rituals.
Its milk is avoided for religious
rituals and in ayurvedic formulations. Local dialects have many examples of
abusive phrases synonymous with Buffalo, to address someone who is lazy and
insensitive.
Somewhere, man tamed him to work in
the farm to plough and subsequently for milk. Possibly taming them happened much
later than the Cow. Initially those who domesticated it would have been
comparatively uncivilised and hence possibly this animal continued to be the
paraya livestock.
Pakistan has a considerable amount of
Buffalo wealth. Those days, down south, “Ravuthars”, a group of Tamil speaking
Muslim community, travelled across the remote villages in Kerala, engaged in
trading buffalos amongst other things and popularised it in the villages. The
divinity associated with cow among Hindus would have prompted Muslims to take up
Buffalo rearing.
With all these taboos associated with
this animal, it too formed part of festivities in some parts of our country.
During one of those ONAM days, in central Kerala, just before the muddy paddy
fields are prepared for planting, Pothottam (buffalo race) is celebrated, though
on a low key basis now a days.
For a farmer, working in the field,
this is an important day. The rituals are held outside the house where the
animal is tied to a tree after it is washed and garlanded applying sandalwood
and other decorations. After the short prayers and other offerings including
alcohol to the gods, the animal is fed with the food items including alcohol.
The rituals are well supported by drum beats.
Once lunch is finished, it is time for the buffalo to be taken to the village ground. It is a huge task to untie the animal and guide it to the venue. It needs five six people on either side of the big rope to manage and guide the already hyped animal. The rituals would be reminding it of its feral origin.
There are at least half a dozen such
groups assembling at the grounds. The community heads meet there, exchange
pleasantries and reaffirm the leadership of the chieftain, who subsequently sits
on the top of a tall stone seat, a throne and conducts durbar.
In the evening they come back in a
procession dancing to their traditional tunes. It is difficult to make out
whether they are elevating the animal or reducing themselves to the animal.
Whichever way, it is recognition to the friend ‘Buffalo’ who partnered with them
in the field.
When milk started selling in big
cans, house to house, and cow’s milk became scarce, people in towns opted for
buffalo milk. Its rich fat content made it an instant hit amongst the tea shop
owners, the main consumers of milk in a town, and buffalo milk started selling
at premium though the by-products, mainly butter, was often sold at a
discount.
When bullock carts were ruling our
roads, buffalos enjoyed better status elsewhere. In East and South East Asia, it
was used only as propulsion in carts and for ploughing farmland.
Veterinarians classify them into two
types, the ‘riverine’ and ‘swamp’. Riverine is the lactating breed found
throughout Indian sub continent whereas the swamp variety, dominant in the East
Asia and south East Asia is a power house to propel and till the farms.
The water buffalos that we would have
encountered in our childhood would have been the low yielding swamp varieties
which always loved to be submerged in mud. The black and white photo albums of
yester years by any photographer would be incomplete without having in it a
photograph of a herd of water buffalos led by a peasant boy on the back of one
of them with a long stick in his hand. No visitor to a village those days would
have missed the sight of village boys travelling on the back of a
buffalo.
Thanks to the white revolution. Cross breeding of local varieties with high yielding ‘Jaffarabadi’ and ‘Murrah’ varieties produced a new genesis of a hybrid variety, resulting in increased milk production. 60% of total milk produced in India and around 70% in Pakistan are from Buffalos. It will be surprising to know that India is the highest producer of buffalo milk constituting about 65% and together with Pakistan, it constitutes more than 85% of world production. We earn considerable money from dairy products. Yet, it is pity that we are unable to develop an international brand for our Paneer (cottage cheese) and Kowa.
Italy is the only country outside
Asia, which boasts of their water buffalo rearing tradition. Their pride, the
Italian mozzarella cheese, available world over, is made of water buffalo milk.
It is another surprise that they have less than 1% share of the total buffalo
milk production in the world. Italians are said to have set high standards for
the genetics, breeding and hygiene in buffalo rearing. But it is doubtful if our
buffalos can stand the so called ‘hygiene’.
But the problem with cross breeding
is that it created a generation of cattle without a genetic identity having low
immunity level and inability to cope up with the extreme climatic conditions.
Their maintenance became a burden to the farmers whereas the traditional low
yielding variety produced high quality products with lesser care, though lower
in volume. Farmers attempting to milk the water buffalos with the assistance of
dummy calves made of straw and stuff like that has been a regular sight in our
villages. The calves have high mortality rate when domesticated.
As in any other sphere, technology eliminated these living tractors from the fields and roads. But occasionally, during our long train journeys, we get as a surprise, visuals of a farmer ploughing the fields with a set of water buffalos, singing a song, often coupled with the rich smell of fermented mud, ready to take seeds and saplings into its womb. We jump out of ecstasy. The poor farmer would not have heard the proverb in Malayalam meaning “it is useless to chant ‘veda’ into the ears of a Buffalo”. He believes that buffalos enjoy his song?
It was interesting to note a cultural
tip given to the visitors to Thailand in one of the tourist websites as
follows:
“Water buffalo are called “kwai” in
Thai. It is extremely rude to refer to a person as a ‘kwai’ because water
buffalo have a reputation for being stupid and stubborn.”
Painfully, we still maintain the same
primitive attitude towards this very useful animal across different
cultures.
He deserves some more dignity.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Dragonflies/Damselflies
During our childhood we used to run
after butterflies. Occasionally we used to succeed catching them (without the
net). At that time we learnt that the patterns/colours in their wings would get
transferred on to our finger tips instantly when caught. However their sheen
would also vanish. Since we were too young, we were not into collecting them and
it was simply for fun. After some time our attention was drawn towards a
different kind of flying creature which was equally beautiful. They were
dragonflies/damselflies and were easier to catch. When caught we used to have a
weight lifting competition. Each one of us would make one’s dragonfly sit on a
small pebble. When lifted up, the dragonfly would have the pebble underneath. We
will snatch the small pebble and make it to sit over a larger one. Every one of
us would do the same with the fly in their hands. This goes on and at the end we
decide as to which one lifted the heaviest pebble. That one will be the winner
and then it is freed to fly away. Other dragon flies undergo a second phase of
torture. A 5 feet thread is tied to the tail of each one of them. They are
released to fly keeping the other end in our hands. The one which flies higher
is declared the winner. They remain suspended in air for not being able to move
forward and after some time they seek the ground, fully exhausted. We used to
release them thereafter either by untying the thread or cutting it close to the
tail.
Certainly we were very cruel to those
harmless creatures but at that time our pleasure seemed to be more paramount
than the pains the creature were subjected to. Today while I was roaming about
in our village home, I came across many dragon flies of various hues flying
around. That enabled me to live in the past for a while remembering the
childhood days. When the trance was over, I picked up my small camera and went
after them.
Similar to Butterflies, the
Dragonflies too have a life cycle, Egg, Nymph and the Adult stage. Eggs are
dropped in still water bodies where they hatch and turn to a Nymph. The Nymph
sustains itself by eating smaller insects etc. and said to live up to four years
in that stage and then the metamorphosis takes place. The dragon fly emerges and
flies away in search of food in the open. Many of us could have observed
Dragonflies hovering over water bodies. Factually they are endeavoring to find
a suitable locale to lay their eggs.
Here is a chart which depicts the
life cycle of a Dragonfly.
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