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A taste of Chettinadu masala - Part II


The morning of 24th Oct dawned bright and clear.. probably.. well, it was a bright and sunny day and we will assume it did dawn so, I wouldn’t know for I was deep asleep then ;) Maami was the poruppana ponnu, she woke up at about 6.00 AM and took her bath before myself and Nithi deigned to wake. Even 6.00 AM was a late hour to wake up when you have to attend a South-Indian Muhurtham, but thankfully for us, the auspicious hour was 9.00 –10.00 AM. We dressed up in saris, adorned our trinkets and flowers and started to the mandapam. Being the early bird, Maami had reached there a little earlier. Thendral was quite ready and waiting for her muhurtha-pattu to be brought in.

The bride’s room was even more fun-filled than the previous day, Gowri akka, anni and the three of us pulled Thendral’s leg and she gave a good number of “natural”, read blushing, poses for the photographer. Muhurtha pudavai, traditionally given by the groom’s side was brought in and by 9.15 AM, Thendral was ready to proceed to the manavarai.

With Mrs. &  Mr. Durai Pandi
We were quite ravenous by now, but we knew from our experience at Baskar anna’s wedding that the actual ritual lasted barely two minutes. So we couldn’t risk sneaking into the dining hall. We loitered near the manavarai and clicked a few pictures. Soon it was too crowded to click pictures and we did not want to stand right at the front and block the view for the other guests. But Maami, our never-say-die girl wouldn’t give up, she hopped on to the stage and squeezed in beside the official photographer and clicked pictures. It was official now; Miss Thendral Muthusamy was now Mrs Thendral Durai Pandi.

The elders and guests lined up to bless the newly-wed couple. Thendral and Durai had quite a time touching the elders' feet for blessings. We now looked around and spotted our gang right at the very back of the hall. VP, Prasad, Vivek M.E(bar)@ Maapu, Muthu @ Solo, Baskar and Vijayakumar senior were the MIT CS gang that had made it to the wedding. We had already met the family people a few minutes before – Reemaa, Priya and their respective husbands, Satish and his wife.

Pongal session started in full earnest. It started off with deceptively mild how-are-you-s, and then progressively turned into riotous fun. Our 8-point-someone Maapu M.E(bar/overline) , Maami, and unfortunately, me :( were the center of ootals. They wouldn’t let me forget the seminar I had given at MIT a couple of days back, and I was branded dhrohi :). Also, I will not deny that I thanked my stars our 8.5er Vivek M.E(bar) had missed the seminar. Finally, the crowd near the stage thinned out a bit and we made our way to the stage, wished the couple and handed over gifts.

Not the ones to miss a feast, the guys had finished a good breakfast earlier. But we poor girls had no such luck, so we insisted we finish our lunch before we made our next move. We finished a delicious traditional Chettinadu lunch, and over ice creams, we made plans to visit the famous Chettinadu palaces/mansions around Karaikudi after a short stop at the hotel to freshen up.

A little past noon, all of us with the exception of sincere Oracle’r Baskar were ready to explore the Chettinadu, C/o our official guide, Muthu. We hired an auto and our convoy of auto and Indica was on the road headed towards to the Chettinadu Royal Mansion of Rajah Annamalai Chettiar’s lineage. The ride was fun; the winding road was well laid and flanked by fields of cashew trees and other plants, no traffic and no requirements for screeching braking.

Chettinadu Mansion
Though often seen in movies, the splendour of the mansion was still awe-inspiring. Two more or less identical mansions stood side by side. One was being occupied by the members of the extended family and was private. The other was generally open to public viewing, but recently due to some reasons, it was closed. One needed connections and recommendations to get in. Fortunately for us, our VP knew some political VIP, or his father did, which was lucky for us. I doubt we would have been able to get in otherwise.

As we stepped inside the entrance gate, the first thing that struck us was the coolness of the place as opposed to the scorching sun outside. We fell in love with the huge pillars, the cool flooring tiles that were unique to Chettinadu and the massive door under an ornate threshold immediately. All this before we had even stepped in. Once inside, the main hall was a exhibition of sorts – huge portraits of the eminent members of the family – all easily recognizable names, a man-sized mirror flanked by a pair of huge ivory tusks polished to a shine, a smaller mirror on a table flanked by a pair or minutely carved tusks, an elephant’s preserved foot, many intricate wooden and metal sculptures, a showcase of graduation-type gowns – this was after all the home of family that founded a university, Annamalai University, and many other framed citations. When we had finished gawking at the exhibits and the painted ceiling that was two floors high and stained glass windows, we stepped over another huge threshold and we were in the courtyard that was the trademark of Chettinadu style of architecture. 
Solo Muthu @ royal courtyard


The concept of courtyards is difficult to explain in words to someone not ethnically South-Indian, but I do not think I need to spend too much time here. The courtyard was long with a wide corridor running around it, from where doors opened into rooms on every side. The building was two-storeyed and we made our way up the stairs to the upper corridor that housed the private quarters of the senior members of the family. The rooms were locked and the police guard informed us that some valuable items were locked in there. Good thing the stunt Vivek and Prasad tried did not trigger the burglar alarms fitted on the doors.

Stunt


Leading from the first courtyard was another courtyard. These courtyards were where the photo sessions started :) Vivek was keen on his mission of “no-solos” and Prasad would very obligingly click pictures of someone, then instruct that person to click a similar picture of him. :)
Nattaama...

Our next stop was at Kalathupalayam. For that ride we abandoned our auto and rode in the Innova that our VIP escort had provided. The AC ride was a pleasant interlude after the anal-kathu­ ride earlier. The facade of the mansion was not too promising except for the 3D effect sculpture above the main doorway. But the minute we stepped in, we were impressed even more than we had been with the Chettinadu mansion. The main hall here was blank and we could admire the tiles and ceiling better. This house had an upper corridor to the main hall as well. The bonus here was that one of the rooms was open. It had a huge cot and dressing table. The cot had a kind of rotating apparatus with a mirror on one side and a painting on another at both ends. The ceiling was of wood and the wood everywhere was beautifully polished.

Next we explored the courtyard. Here our Chettinadu-karan Muthu explained the use of this courtyard for weddings and pujas. The photo session here was centred around the pillars and was great fun. From the upper corridors, there was a provision to go to the open terrace as well. Standing on the terrace, we saw palatial mansions on every side – some inhabited, some locked, all in the same style –built around courtyards, but each had it’s own unique features we were told.

Now our guide was starting to get tensed as we were getting late, his endearments urging us to finish our photo-shoots faster fell on deaf ears. Finally, he managed to shoo us out of the house and we went on to Athangudi.

Muthu was related to one of the owners of the Athangudi house and this was where he had spent most of his childhood vacations. We even got to see his childhood cricket pitch in the entrance verandah of the house and the “stumps” drawn on the wall :)

While the previous mansions had been purely Indian, this house had some elements of Anglo-Roman architecture – some of the wall paintings had modern elements like trains, etc and were often flanked by baby angels with wings and such. The intricacy of paintings and tiles was more pronounced here and the doors had mirror and inlay work in them. Each hall had a story painted as a mural series in the arches above the windows. Some of the paintings were pointed out as made of herbal-based paints. To the right and left of the courtyard, apart from the rooms, there opened a long room running the entire length of the house, presumably a dining hall for the functions and festivals. We could almost imagine long lines of men and women dining there on banana leaves, enjoying a traditional Chettinadu feast.
Fun at Athangudi house

We couldn’t help but wonder at how such huge mansions had been lived in and maintained. In earlier days, there would have probably been a bustling life there with people occupying almost all parts of the house. Now, the members of the family stayed in smaller quarters on either sides of the main mansion.

Our “palace” tour done, we sauntered to the tea-shop next door and sipped hot tea. Our “cheers” picture with the plastic and glass tumblers invited a few laughs, but then, when have we cared about all that? :)

Our time at Karaikudi was almost up, atleast for us girls. I had to board the bus to Bangalore at 8.45 and Nithi and Indu had to catch their train at 8.30. The guys bound to Chennai had till 11 pm before they had to get on their train. So we had barely 2.5 hours to pack up, visit Muthu’s place, have dinner and start. Also, Nithi had to visit her periappa’s house and I wanted to visit one of our senior’s house nearby.

We packed at top speed and then Nithi rushed to her uncle’s place and I walked down to Ananthu senior’s home that was just down the lane. I had never met his parents earlier, but he had called ahead to say I was coming. Uncle and Aunty were easy to talk to and I had a good time chatting with them about MIT, senior and his friends, etc. Uncle showed me albums – family albums, and albums that senior had, they were fun to look at, especially those of MIT days. We even spotted a couple of pics of me in my first year :) I wish I had more time to look at all the albums at leisure, but we were pressed for time and I had already gotten a call from Nithi to get back soon as we were running late. So I said my byes and rushed back to the hotel room.

With just an hour and half to go, we reached Muthu’s house that was again only a hundred metres or so from our hotel. Muthu’s home was a charming house of traditional Chettinadu architecture. We looked around the house and saw an album of his younger days – we couldn’t resist clicking a picture of one or two photos in the album :) We hardly had any time to spend there. Aunty served us girls dinner while VP and Muthu went to get the famous Karaikudi kaimurukku for all of us to carry home. I have said a lot here about the food already, but I cannot leave out Aunty’s excellent dinner preparation. Sweet sevai, idli and kolumbu were simply heavenly. As we chatted, Aunty kept replenishing our plates and we had to plead that we really couldn’t have more before she stopped serving us :) Dinner done, we got our blessings from Muthu’s patti and bade our goodbyes to Uncle, Aunty and Muthu’s brother Natchiappan and left.

Nithi and Indu were in a hurry now as it was over 8.00 PM. They rushed to the station. I lugged my bags down more slowly and made my way to the ABT office just across the road, bidding goodbye to the guys. Baskar finally materialized out of his hotel room and appeared at the ABT office as well.

Thendral’s friends from Siemens, Gowri akka, Saravanan anna, Baskar and myself stood around chatting with Baskar anna for a few minutes. We got on the bus and much to the despair of Gowri akka, Baskar was in the seat right before her. And he faithfully promised to do his best to keep her awake with his telephonic-working that night as well
:) Thankfully, for both of us, he did not have to take a call that night. Narayana, Janani and myself chatted for a while till we reached Trichy at about 11 PM. Divya, who was feeling queasy, had also recovered by then and slowly we drifted off to sleep.

A taste of Chettinadu masala - Part I


It is this phase of life when you attend wedding after wedding – friends, classmates, colleagues. Weddings are eternal in more ways than one – two people tie a knot for eternity, they are eternal in another sense too – one never stops attending weddings, they come in all shades and in various circles – relatives, neighbours, so on and so forth. But there is something very special and incomparable about attending a childhood or college friend’s wedding. We see a pal join hands with a friend for life to walk the long journey. It is in some ways, a parting of ways, and in some ways, welcoming a new friend. It can be scary, yet at the same time joyful, for all concerned.

It is to one such special occasion that I will dedicate a couple of posts here – to freeze the memories in words, to look back on and cherish. There will be more than the wedding itinerary here – meeting old friends, experiencing a new place and its heritage, getting to know a friend’s family, making new friends. In all, a lovely experience that ought not to be eroded by the sea of forgetfulness.

On the sultry evening of the 22nd of October, myself and Nithya threw our paraphernalia into a bag, negotiated the Chennai traffic in an auto and rushed into the Guindy station to meet up with Indu @ Maami enroute to Egmore to board a train to the heartland of TamilNadu – Karaikudi.  Thendral, 20033753 and our dear friend was to wed Mr. Durai Pandi on the 24th Oct, 2010. Orders concerning our travel to the marriage venue had come from Ms. Thendral well in advance, not that we would miss it anyway :)  I had hatched the seemingly brilliant plan of traveling from Chennai, which meant I was on traveling SBC-MAS the previous night. The travel and a day in blistering heat of Chennai had already sapped my energy and I was ready to drop asleep at a moment’s notice. But the excitement-fuelled adrenalin helped sustain me from blanking out on Nithi as yet.

As the train pulled out of Egmore at 9.45 PM, we attacked our dinner of idlis and chappathis with ardour and the salt intake energized me, and we were all set for a good old pongal session(pongal is MIT lingo for chatting :) ). The dinner was again a reminder of our numerous lunches and dinners at MITLH (short for MIT Ladies hostel). We then lived a simple life – open the parcel, dig in. What is the need for separate plates? And did anyone say spoons??!? ;) We did not think twice about going back to our simple lifestyle. We probably did attract a few stares, as Nithi belatedly wondered the next day, but then, we did not notice them.

We alighted at Karaikudi junction the next morning. The weather was pleasant, lulling us into a misinterpretation of the heat that was to cook us later in the day. As we awaited the pickup vehicle Thendral’s brother-in-law had arranged for us, we noticed a boisterous gang boarding vehicles in front of the station. Just as we were wondering if they were there for the wedding as well, we spotted the groom in their midst. He was busy ensuring his friends were all accommodated in their vehicles getting a few bumps from them in the process, and he paid no attention the three poor girls standing a few yards away clutching their bags. Grave mistake Mr. Durai Pandi, the bride was going to hear about this! And we vowed to get back at him for that ;)

Hotel Golden Singar opened its door to us. The room was neat and comfortable and the beds beckoned us. But our stomachs growled in protest and we reluctantly acquiesced. Fresh and fully awake now, we made our way to the restaurant downstairs and feasted on Podi dosai, Masal dosai and pongal. The food was awesome, it was no means like any hotel food. Crisp and homely, the dosais disappeared in no time at all, shortly followed by the melt-in-the-mouth, non-greasy pongal.

Bathed and fed, now we called the bride and she excitedly made plans for us to join her at her home. We asked for the address, but she wouldn’t hear of it, insisting that she send an auto to pick us up. The ride in Mr. Ambuli’s auto gave us our first feel of Karaikudi, wide roads and not one double-storeyed building in sight, it gave us the feeling of being in the semi-urban, no, rural, no, semi-rural, well, it can be best put as Indian countryside.

Thendral’s home had all the signs of a bride’s house. Frenzied preparations were in progress – sweets being packed, maapillai alaippu tambulams being readied, relatives busy at various other tasks. And of course, the center of attraction, the star of the day….. our darling, Muthu Pandi! ;) No, not Thendral, she comes next to her nephew, don’t you agree, Thendral?

Thendral was all smiles and vetkam at being teased, with her athachi or anni being our first partner in that. We really missed capturing on film, the blushing Thendral when we gave her a photo frame with Durai and her pics in it. We settled in at no time at all, and in a few mins, the seemingly shy Muthu kutty was dosth with us and things were only fun from there. We met Thendral’s brothers – Baskar anna, Bose anna and Illayaraja anna, and her sister Kavita akka and her kids – cute, doe-eyed Mahadarshini and her new-born brother. 
Muthu Kutty

We had a totally gala time decking up Thendral, not to forget the sumptuous lunch, and the bride was ready to go to the mandapam. By then, the house was in total chaos, Maha and her brother gave akka a tough time and we somehow managed to get some lunch into Muthu kutty. At about 4.30 pm, we started from the house, Thendral and her family went to the mandapam, and we three went to the hotel to freshen-up. The travel and the excitement of the morning finally caught up with us and we crashed on the inviting bed for a short nap.

Refreshed from our nap, we scrambled to get ready – we had orders from Anni to reach the marriage hall soon, and at 6.30 pm we made our way to the mandapam, a couple of hundred metres from our hotel. The maapillai alaippu, marked by the deafening fireworks, courtesy of Durai’s friends, was in progress as we walked in. The bride was getting ready and we sat around and chatted, followed by our personal photo session with the bride. Thendral looked gorgeous in her maaman-seeru purple-pink saree and the hairdressing was simply beautiful. We met the Durai and we chatted for a few minutes. That was when we had our chance at revenge on the groom, he was at our mercy for a sneak peek at the bride and he did not get one ;)
Private photo session with the bride
Muthu kutty was restless, all the running around had tired him nicely and anni was worried he was running a temperature. We all took our turns at carrying him around and pacifying him. He wanted to meet Durai maama, and we took him to meet the groom, small consolation for the groom, nephew in place of the aunt. ;)

Anni escorted Thendral for the ceremony downstairs and we spent our time clicking pictures and observing the rituals. The Chettinadu rituals were foreign to all of us and interesting to watch. Thendral was quiet and serious as she performed the rituals expected of her.

Finally, it was time for dinner. In fact, it had been dinnertime for quite sometime then, one after another Thendral’s annas had repeatedly urged us to have our dinner but we were having too much fun to think about food. But now, we were terribly hungry and we meekily surrendered to Bose anna’s orders to go down to the dinner hall. Dinner was simple and simply delicious – idli, dosai, and idiappam made the main course, with chicken and mutton kolumbu to go with it. Just as we finished one item, our ilais were replenished speedily with piping hot dosais or idlis. Care was taken to ensure vegetarians were served vegetarian side dishes. We rounded it off with palpaniyaram and carrot halwa followed by milk laced with pannankarupatti.

We met Thendral’s friends from work – Divya, Janani, Velmurugan and Naryananan, we chatted for a few minutes. We all said our byes to Miss Thendral Muthusamy (point to be noted ;) ) and walked down to the hotel together escorted by Baskar anna, for they wouldn’t trust Vel and Narayanan with escorting us safely ;) Come what may, what is a get together with old friends without pongal? We were dead tired, yet we couldn’t resist a short chat session in our room before we finally drifted off to sleep.