Thursday, September 12, 2024

Independence Day 1947- as a young boy witnessed it in Delh



Independence Day 1947- as a young boy witnessed it in Delh


K C R Raja

I remember vividly the midnight hour on 14/ 15 August , 1947 when India became free. I was in Delhi right in the midst of historic happenings, but as a fifteen year school boy, I guess I didn’t quite realise that history was being made right in front of my eyes. My uncle, aunt and I huddled around our radio set around 10.30 pm to tune in to All India radio, the only broadcast medium we had in those days. The radio commentary started around that time and at 11 pm the Constituent Assembly met.

We heard Mrs Sucheta Kripalani sing Vande Mataram- the original version, which to this day sounds to me sweeter than all the later ones. The President of the Constituent Assembly, Dr Rajendra Prasad, then spoke. And that was followed by Nehru’s seminal address-counted among the great speeches of our time-with the words, “ At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.”. He added “A new star rises, the star of freedom in the East, a new hope comes into being… May the star never set, may that hope never be betrayed!” Nehru spoke of India’s determination to work with the nations of the world to promote peace, freedom and democracy. It touched a chord in our hearts and in millions of hearts because it ignited a new hope and a sense of strange, indescribable ecstasy. There were other speeches and then Jana Gana Mana, which had not yet become the national anthem!

From what the radio commentators said, all Delhi was awake . I guess most of India was awake!

The next morning, I had to be up early, to rush to my school for our celebration of the day. We had the march past, Vande Mataram and the unfurling of the flag and an emotional speech from the Principal followed by Jana gana mana and generous distribution of sweets.

We were now free men and freedom brought responsibility , our Principal reminded us. Words like peace, freedom and democracy resonated in my mind as I started walking back home . It was a two kilometre walk from school to home. And I had with me my friend Vijayendar who lived not far away from our house. Half way down the walk, we suddenly heard a shriek, a scary one and noticed a distant shadowy figure chasing a hapless victim, mercifully invisible to me. We sensed danger and I shivered in silence till I reached home.

In another part of New Delhi , celebrations were in full swing. Independence was heady wine at least for the moment and thousands of men , women and children had gathered around the Viceroy’s house, ( now Rashtrapathi Bhavan), Great Place ( now Vijay Chowk) and India Gate to see the illuminations and the great march with Lord Mountbatten and Nehru moving all the way to India Gate in the Viceroy’s open carriage drawn by six horses. I too moved around in the crowd, in what was being described as a sea of humanity ; our house was only ten or fifteen minutes away from these happenings.

I returned home late in the evening. My aunt was anxiously waiting for me.The riots had started!

Yes, the riots had started! We had independence but peace had eluded us!

In yet another part of Delhi, near Safdarjung Jung, one refugee camp was sheltering a few thousand ‘ sharanarthis’, men, women and children, victims of partition uprooted from their homes, who had lost everything and had to flee across the border in sheer search of safety.

The refugee camp was organised overnight and was full to the brim , without even basic amenities like water, sanitation and food. Cholera was a real possibility. The place was seething with anger and bitterness. It was an explosive situation.

What stressed us more was that my uncle had to go into this camp and almost take personal responsibility for its hygiene and health issues. We were no doubt proud of the fact that he had just been promoted, to become the first Indian to hold the highest position in public health administration in India, that of the Director General of Health Services but we didn’t expect this to land him so suddenly in a situation where his personal safety became our greatest concern. (One has to remember that in those days even ministers had none of the security shields that they have today.)His visits to the camp continued, I think, for about a month.

We thus had two streams incongruous with each other : one, the stark reality of facing one of the most colossal upheavals in history, caused by partition and the mass migration of population; and the other , the mood of joy and hope that pulsated through the celebrations. I guess, in a small measure, I was witness to both on that day and in the months that followed .The second, the hope of a better future has remained and has fortunately propelled us to great endeavours and glorious achievements..

We have come a long way from that Independence Day! Each year brings fresh hope and a fresh sense of pride in being an Indian!

[After I wrote this piece, I tuned in to Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s speech at the Red Fort. The ninth in a row. As always, with telling takeaways. Specially appealing to me was his plea for reconnecting with our cultural roots and for a sense of pride in them. And his words, “ We must not seek validation from the world. ” Too often we have to wait for validation abroad before gaining recognition at home!]








Kizhakke Covilakam- Memories of a Great Transformation


K C R Raja

The story of Kizhakke Covilakam dates back to the fourteenth century when the Zamorin decided to set up separate palaces for two female members of the family. The first of them  Kizhakke Covilakam came up close to the Zamorin’s palace and the second, Puthiya Covilakam not far from it, to the west of the Tali tank.

In 1704,  the perpetuation of the family became a big concern and the Zamorin decided to adopt from Nileswaram two girls, one for each Covilakam. Their sister came over in 1706 for the Mamamkam and opted to be a member of the Zamorin family. She was given all the privileges of a member and a palace to the west of the temple, the Padinjare Covilakam.

 Thus for a few centuries, Kizhakke Covilakam was located in Kozhikode. The members of that Covilakam shifted to Kottakkal much latlater.

Kottakkal or Venkatakotta (the White Fort), as it was known was part of the kingdom of the  Valiyakonathiris till the Zammorin captured it in the 14th  century. It was an outlandish, border police outpost, looked after by Karuvarur Mossad, one of Valiyakonathiri’s powerful ministers.    When the  Zamorin sent a  messenger,  Moossad locked him into combat and killed him. Angered by this, the Zamorin sent the Moonalpad, who was from Kizhakke Covilakam, to avenge the assassination.  The Moossad was killed and  Kottakkal was taken. Pleased with the outcome the Zamorin gifted half the newly conquered territory to the Moonalpad and this included  Kottakkal and the outlying villages.

 Kottakkal remained a remote village hardly used by the family until after the Mysorean invasions.  When the Mysoreans overran Kozhikode in 1774,  the members of the three Covilakams fled,  Padinjare and Puthiya Covilakam to Punathur and  Kizhakke Covilakam to Travancore.   That Covilakam consisted of a 14-year girl named Manorama and her brother. 


They stayed there in  Ennekkatt near Alapuzha in a palace specially provided for them by the Maharaja of Travancore , till 1798 when Tipu ceded Malabar to the British.

 

Thus the story of Kizhakke Covilakam at Kottakkal started around 1799 when Manorama Thampuratty is said to have come to Kottakkal. Strangely, it is also a story that begins with the end of the Zamorin empire which had ruled Malabar for more than 7 centuries.

 

Kottakkal had fallen to Tipu without a fight and therefore the Kotta remained intact. Tipu’s gunroads passed through Kottakkal and thus the village graduated from narrow footpaths to a road that permitted the movement of carriages. And Tipu’s extensive road network connected Kottakkal to the principal places in Kerala.

The growth of Kottakkal from then till the early part of the twentieth century is synonymous with the growth of the Covilakam.

For the Zamorin family, 1799 was an inflexion point:  it marked the formal end of an empire; a transition from centuries of war to a new mode of living in peacetime.;  the retention of a royal lifestyle, without the powers of royalty; and ownership of huge estates spread all over Malabar. Each of the branches had to take care of these estates and find their way to prosperity by managing them efficiently.

 

 The grand matriarch of Kizhakke Covilakam was Manorama Thampuratty. She began life as a child prodigy who  recited and explained at the age of 12  the whole of Bhattoji Dikshita’s double volume grammar work Praudha Manorama. This perhaps earned her the name Manorama. By the time she came to Kottakkal, at the age of 38,  she had grown from a prodigy to a literary genius engaging herself in discussions with the best Sanskrit scholars in Kerala. Her publications were known in literary circles.    And with her, Kottakkal too began to surface on the map of Kerala.

Manorama Thampuratty died in 1828 at the age of 68. She had three sons and three daughters. From the three daughters has grown today’s family size of 186 members. Not much is known of the eldest son ( 1788-1832) who passed away at Guruvayur and  is referred to in family records as

 “ Guruvayur Theepetta Thampuran”.  The second son, Kuttunni,   (d1856) who went on to become the Zamorin, continued to bring in scholars to Kottakkal and started organising the family estates,  introducing systems and procedures in revenue collection. He was also responsible for restarting the great cultural festival Revathipattathanam at Tali.  The  youngest  brother was known to have been a scholar and administrator and before he died ( 1845, eleven years ahead of his elder brother) did much to make Kottakkal  a more habitable place. It was however left to their nephew, Jesthan Raja (1823-1879) to build on the ground work of the frontiersmen and  make an enduring  impact on the growth of this village.. He  had a fairly long tenure as a Sthani and was Eralpad for some years. He  brought in traders from neighbouring regions, set apart a place for the weekly fair ( Chanda), had a traveller’s bungalow set up for visiting officials, built the walls and gopurams of the Shiva temple and planned public amenities that would benefit  the community at large.

The Eralpad was a visionary. Recognising the need to bring to the family the benefits of modern education, he hired an English teacher, Venkita Subbiah from Kumbhakonam, to stay in Kottakkal and teach English to our family members.  The first recruits of Venkatasubbiah were  Veerarayan and Manavedan. Before he died in 1879, the Eralpad had also taken several initiatives in education; he started a primary school in Kottakkal; worked with the then Zamorin Kuttyettan Raja, a great visionary himself (1869-1892), to start an English school in 1877 with an Oxford-educated Englishman, C M Barrow as its Principal,  followed by a series of distinguished educators, both English and Indian. The school  became the Kerala Vidyashala in 1878 and the Zamorin’s college in 1900. 

At Kottakkal, others soon followed these two stalwarts:  Zamorin Cheriakunhunny Raja ( d 1900) in creating and expanding public amenities like renovating the flooring of the two temples and creating a usable public tank, Arattukulam ;  Zamorin, KunhiAnujan (d1912) in providing to the Covilakam members better housing inside the Covilakam complex and extending this facility outside the Covilakam to the spouses of the male members; and of course, Manavedan Raja who, in the early 1920’s, took over the administration when collections were falling and the estates were being badly managed. He streamlined the management of the Covilakam estates, vastly improved revenue collection and moved the Covilakam into an era of prosperity.

Among the disciples of Venkita Subbiah,  Manavedan Raja was perhaps the first to put his knowledge of English to good use. Indeed, he had many firsts: the first to learn English: the first from the family to earn a graduate degree; the first member to enter government service;  and the first to become  the District Collector and then a Judge. Having benefitted from a liberal education, Manavedan wanted the family to follow suit. He started the Raja’s high School in Kottakkal in 1921, and to sustain its growth created an endowment, financed to a sizeable extent by his own contributions. He became the Zamorin in 1932 and did much to develop the Zamorin’s College at Calicut.

As the family progressed and grew in size, Kottakkal too grew - in terms of trade and commerce, education and the social mix. The Covilakam’s administrative infrastructure, temple management, and welfare programmes in education and health generated  employment and income  in the village.  This was reflected in the relatively rapid increase in population and the migration of Tamil brahmins,  Mangaloreans , muslims, traders, craftsmen, carpenters and construction workers,artisans, artistes, educationists,  retail traders, and estate managers. The Covilakam was by then the largest creator of jobs in Kottakal and a Grand Protector.

The  Grand Protector was soon put to test in one of the most violent revolts in Malabar – the Moplah Rebellion of 1921 that was motivated partly by political, partly communal and partly economic concerns. Large numbers of families flocked and took shelter inside the Covilakam till the rebellion subsided. The Grand Protector did not fail them. Supplies of essentials including food grains were maintained through the intervention of the District Collector. And the entire expenses were met from the Covilakam funds.

It is perhaps not known to many that during the riots, the Covilakam was guarded by loyal Moplas under the leadership of  Kunhahmedkutty Musaliyar and Valiya Koyamu whose men kept vigil day and night.

The period of stability and relative prosperity, achieved in the 1920’s was perhaps too good to last. The Great Depression of the 30’s affected the family as much as it did the country. Prices of agricultural products plummeted and the family’s fortunes were hit by falling revenues. Soon the Second World War broke out (1939-45) causing sharp price rises, supply shortages and rationing of essential items including rice, sugar and kerosene, the last hitting us badly as kerosene lamps were our main lighting medium and even children studied by the lamp side. The children of that period, like this writer, recall the austere life that we were suddenly forced into.

Into this scenario came a dreadful disease that took a toll on many young lives in the family. Female members, some soon after, and some before, marriage fell prey to tuberculosis which was considered incurable; streptomycin had not been discovered and there was no known remedy. In the late thirties and during the war years 1939-1945, one saw several young lives ebbing away to a  tragic end.

 By the time the Covilakam lost its prime position, another giant had arisen in Kottalkal- the Aryavaidyasala under the leadership of P S Varier. Started in 1902 as a small village clinic, the  Vaidyasala became the new centre of gravity, the new provider of jobs, the new protector. It went further. The foresight and vision of P S Varier saw the establishment of a sound ayurvedic health care system that encompassed hospitals, nursing homes and a medical college. The Vaidyasala attracted celebrities from all parts of the country who came for treatment includingJayaprakash Narayanan’s later,  the President of India. Kottakkal became nationallynationallyl

The management of the Kizhakke Covilakam estates had taken a big hit during the war period and by the mid 1940’s the family had become too huge and unwieldy to live under one roof as a  joint family.    Dissensions grew and by 1945 the inevitability of partition was in the air. It finally materialised in the 1950s,  signalling the formal transition from one of the most orthodox joint families of Kerala to a large number of nuclear families,  scattered all over the State.

Looking back, this seems to have been a blessing in disguise. It forced the members, particularly the younger generation, out of an illusion of prosperity and safety into a new lifestyle and new aspirations based on education, and intellectual achievement. It released the dormant energies of members, male and female, drove them to seek fresh pastures and not rest on past family achievements.A powerful aid of far-reaching consequence was the decision of the Karanavars in 1941 to let the girls go past the  5th standard into high school and beyond. This was almost a revolutionary measure then, but one that empowered them and turned them into high achievers. Among the members today, there are scientists, chartered accountants, engineers, software specialists, doctors, teachers ( at school, graduate and postgraduate levels) musicians and artistes, civil servants. And the female members are as much at ease in these professions as the males.

There is a new urge to go back to the roots, explore the family’s moments of achievement and forge new relationships. In this, they are joined, as this Directory shows, by many sons and daughters of the male members to constitute a large, inclusive, extended family. The annual Family reunion at Kottakkal which, started 20 years ago, has been held every year except during the pandemic year of 2020. We now have a new digital meeting place, a new platform for social interaction, wherever we are and a new opportunity to strengthen the emotional bond that holds us together. That bond can grow in several directions: in developing a new sense of identity; in offering mutual help; in helping the young ones to prepare for an uncertain tomorrow.  That would be a happy ending to a long drawn out era, a happy ending to this story and a happy beginning of a new age of hope and promise.

( Based on several sources including: The Zamorins of Calicut by K V Krishna Iyer:   Calicut : The City of Truth   by M G S Narayan; Samoothirinadu by N M Nambudiri; Logan’s The Malabar Manual; and notes on the family by K C Kuttiettan Raja) 

Thursday, July 18, 2024

In Unending Search of the Best

I was on the Executive Committee of a body that had on it very bright thinkers. The Committee used to meet on the second Monday of every month. The meetings were memorable as much for depth of discussion as for follow up failures! I remember one session to discuss and plan  a major event about five months away. Promotional material had to be prepared and a proposal from the Chairman of the sub committee  had to be approved.
Several alternatives were discussed. One was selected and the Chairman was authorised to get the job done.
Quick decision making, I thought, At the next meeting, the Chairman came up with an even better alternative. There ensued a debate on the new, better proposal versus the old and eventually the ‘better’ was accepted. The Chairman was again asked to go ahead. At the fourth meeting, a member fresh from a foreign trip brought a breathtakingly beautiful brochure and thus an even better proposal popped up. Meanwhile, the event was fast approaching. A few days later, the worried Chairman hastily pieced together some material from the different proposals and mailed it to the target audience .
Of course, we had a ‘review’ meeting a month after the event. Forty per cent of the target group did not get the mailer in time and of the rest, one did not know how many had cared to read it.
Looking at many organisations, I often recall this unending battle between the bright and the brilliant, the good and the better with neither winning in the end. Of a thinking organisation that does not act .Of still born ideas and wasted opportunities.
I think it was Stephen Covey who  had said   ‘Best’ is the worst enemy of Good’. I think I am beginning to realise the wisdom of his words!

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