Remains of Sivagangai Cheemai
My next stop was Kaalayar Koil - a temple that was discontinued while under construction due to a British invasion. We know the rest of the story, don't we? - The stories of Muthu Vaduga Natha Thevar and Maruthu Pandiyars.
kumar offered to show me around his house if I managed to reach Kottayur before sunset. It seemed very funny to me. Of all the things that he could show me, he chooses to show his house? And how long will it take to go around a house? Nevertheless I got on to the next available bus to Karaikudi. Kottayur is an auto-ride away from Karaikudi. One of the better things in this part of the state is that there are no gender specific seats in the bus and you can actually go and sit beside any pretty lady you like; if you find any.
Karaikudi was no different than Sivagangai. There were hardly any people. But the place was swarmed with policemen. Apparently, there had been a mob clash that afternoon over the destruction of a statue erected by a particular sect. The wide clean roads of Karaikudi narrowed to bumpy dark alleys as we neared Kottayur.
Kottayur deserves to be called Kottayur (fort-town). Every building was massive and grand. I realised only a little while later that they were not just massive but were steeped in the grandiose history of the chettiyars.
In a distant past, the chettis were traders who resided on the southern coastline of Tamilnadu. They travelled across the world trading their goods and bringing back wealth and memories from distant lands. It however was not always a happy ending. They came home to find their homes and families washed away by the violent seas. They then collectively decided to search and settle in a place that was far away from the sea; in a place that was too dry for a flood. And that is how they founded chetti-land.
The chettis are so paranoid about floods that their homes are built on basements that are nearly 10 feet high. It is immaterial even if they live in a place that is as dry as Karaikudi. It reminds me to warn everyone traveling to Karakudi to carry a sunscreen, a lipguard and a bottle full of water.
All Karaikudi homes are similar in plan. They only differ in sizes. Some are big and the others are bigger. They usually stretch the entire distance between two parallel streets. But one thing that is common to all these homes is that they all leave an undeletable impression on you. They are grand, their intricate artwork leaves you awe stuck and their sizes humble you. They are so insurmountable that I struggle to find the energy and words to describe them to you. I therefore am forced to abandon my story telling midway and let my pictures tell you the rest of it.
ps: kumar's wedding was at kumari's house. kumar did not offer anything to chance that he tied all the three knots by himself; inspite of being offered to help.
And by the way, kumari is also known as devi.
