Published in One India One people magazine, April 2017
Quaint backdrop of the sea, waters of a brackish lake
lapping at your feet, the town of
Pulicat fondly called pazhaverkadu in Tamil entices you with its large
lake and its unparallel history. Dotted with few century old mosques, temples
of 11th and 13th century, churches dating back to 1700s,
the picture postcard perfect town is a must go, if one appreciates nature and
has an eye for the heritage it offers.
“Why don’t we go on an impulsive trip? You will enjoy
it..”, queried one of our Heritage group members and senior Venkatesh and I
nodded my head without batting my eyelashes. A heritage trip on a peaceful
Saturday, with like-minded enthusiasts- what more can one ask for? The plan was
to meet at Parrys Corner, the most prominent landmark of North Chennai and I
was there well before time. I gaze lazily at the pillar before the famed parrys
building- the Dare House that marked the boundary of the fortification the
British made to protect the Esplanade from the French. The date of the masonry
obelisk pillar reads “Boundary of the esplanade- January 1, 1773”.
As promised,
one of our group members had come in early to show me the plaque erected in
memory of the bombing of Madras by the ship SMS Emden on September 22, 1914.
Though war clouds had threatened Madras so often during both the World Wars, it
was this German light cruiser that actually managed to bomb the city, injuring
a shepherd, killing a goat and injuring two others. The plaque can now be found
on the compound walls of Madras High Court, near its Beach road entrance.
Taking pictures of it, we then dig into idlis and
sambar of the famed Murugan Idli Shop at Armenian Street with gusto. “No food
on the way till we reach Siruvapuri for lunch, an army marches on its stomach
said Napolean”, Venkatesh announces and chuckles, as we gulp down everything we
could. Our journey commences in two cars and we drive past the seven wells-
Chennai’s first regulated water supply system executed in 1772. A military
residential complex stands at its place now as we whizz past and slow down at
Ebrahim Street, Royapuram. Tucked away along the roadside is a small park that has
rickety gates and a flight of stairs. As we climb unassumingly over centuries
of neglect, we are told this is the only remaining part of the North Wall of
Madras, completed in 1772 by Paul Benfield. The wall ran for six kilometers and
had 17 bastions in its full glory, touted to protect the city from the French
and Hyder Ali. Plans of further expansion were shelved after demise of Hyder
Ali and Tippu Sultan. Remnants of the wall remain even today, about 60 feet
long, which is now called the “maadi poonga” or the terrace park. Clicking few
pictures of the same, we continue our journey up North.
Our next stop is the Puzhal lake- a reservoir that collects
water from the Kortalayar river. Built in 1876, this water reservoir now stores
water from Krishna and Telugu Ganga for the usage of Chennai city. We drive
further north and reach the Shiva temple run by Chinmaya Mission at Nallur
village. The temple itself is built in a distinct structure of a giant lingam
towering about 50 feet high. The acoustics at the temple mesmerizes one. The
priest’s Om reverberates in the entire structure, giving us a divine feeling.
Though of no historical value, this stopover was spontaneous and I am glad we
did stop here, for the unique acoustic experience.
Our next stop is the air strip at Sholavaram.
Sholavaram’s airstrip was used as a runway during the Second World War by the
Royal British Air force for anti-submarine operations. The nondescript runway
was later used as a race track for motor sport, till a new track was
commissioned at Irungkattukkottai nearby. Now it has been closed for public and
is being used by the Military. With a cursory glance from the road, we proceed
to Tamaraipakkam check dam.
Built across the Kosasthalaiyar river, the huge
laterite checkdam with weirs was constructed in 1868. It was extended later on
and unfortunately, not a drop of water was to be seen in the dam. We see an
abandoned PWD inspection bungalow dating back to 1915, the walls in good condition,
but the tiled roof having given away. Careless garffitis deface the walls of
the structure, which still boasts of large manicured shrubs along the
entrances. I could very well imagine an engineer sitting on the verandah
smoking his pipe, children playing around and a cool breeze wafting from the
dam. The original plaque erected during opening of the dam lies on the dusty
path, with the date inscribed, crying for attention. The automatic weirs must
be a treat to watch, during the monsoons. Water from Korattalaiyar is stored
here and diverted via Sholavaram and into the Red hills reservoir.
Our next stop is Tirukallil. The temple and deity of
the Tirukallil temple Sivanantheswarar, have found mention in the Devaram
verses sung by Thirugnanasambandar, the Saivite Saint. Prayers in this temple
bring fame and peace says his poem. The small tank on front of the temple- the
Nandi Theertham is kept well fenced. As we enter the temple, the priest calls
us out and performs aarti. I note tiny letters adorning the ceiling of the
sanctum sanctorum which is in a queer hexagonal shape, now white washed with
total disregard for whatever inscriptions remain etched there. As we roam
around the temple, we strain and decipher successfully the name Kopperukesari Vikrama
Chola (dating back to probably 12th century), beneath the old blue
fading paint. There is another Pandiya inscription too, which we are unable to
read, our necks and heads reeling from the strain. The practice of painting
anything saffron and white in our temples is a bane. We do not pay attention to
what is beneath the paint. Conserving what little inscriptions and thereby
history we have left with us remains a distant dream for we are totally unaware
of preserving our heritage.
We are almost exhausted by now, as the afternoon sun
blazes on. We pull over at Siruvapuri, planning for a hasty lunch, but end up
spending an hour chit-chatting about Jimmy Carter and democracy. Past one o
clock, we drive towards our destination- Pulicat. Pazhaverkadu is a coastal
town, much known for its 450 sq km salt-water lake and the migratory birds that
scramble there for much needed water and breeding. A bird watcher’s paradise,
its close proximity to Chennai- about 59 kilometers, makes it a great week end
destination. It can also be reached by train- it is 20 kms by road from the
nearest railway station, Ponneri. However, the history of the town is equally
richer as its eco-tourism value.
Pulicat has been mentioned during the Chola period.
The Thiruppalaivanam temple 6 kms away from Pulicat built by Rajendra Chola has
inscriptions of Chola period (10th century) mentioning the coastal
town as Puliyur Kottam which in due course changed to Palliacatta and then to
Pulicat. It came under the rule of Vijayanagara Kings during 14-17th
centuries. It was under the rule of Krishnadevaraya that the port was named
Pazhaverkadu, the name that holds water even today. Interestingly, during 8th
Century, a group of Arabs who escaped from the monopoly of Caliphate escaped
from Medina and settled down at Pulicat. The descendants still live in the town
today, called the Labbai clan. The unique Arwi script of writing Tamil in
Arabic script probably originated here. Quite a difficult form of writing that
was not easy to decipher, the writings in Arwi were used for secret
communications during our freedom struggle. People in parts of South Tamilnadu
and Srilanka still use this script for religious writings. From the Cholas,
Vijayanagar Kings, Portuguese, the town moved into the hands of the Dutch,
during whose period it was a Fort in all its glory and then to the British, who
treated it as their tourism spot. Pulicat was also home to the famed Palayacot
lungies from which originated the famed Madras Checks.
The dusty lane that branches off from the main bazaar
of the town leads us directly to the Dutch Cemetery at Kottaikuppam. The main
gate is locked and as we look for clues, two men approach us from the nearby
tea-shop. As we explain that we are looking for the cemeteries, one of them
dangles the keys and opens up the gates for us. He remained our guide
throughout the trip and was really proud to show us around the town. The gates
lead to a semi-circular arch that has two skeletons inscribed on the sides. On
the left is a Dutch verse and to the right is an inscription dated 1656. The
impressive new cemetery is about 300 years old and is at the south west corner
of the now extinct Geldria Fort. About 77 of them line up, in varying sizes and
shapes with distinct inscriptions in Dutch, Portuguese and English. The oldest
of them probably dates back to 1646 and the latest one to 1777. Two obelisks
stand majestically and three more arched cemeteries add up to the skyline. The
inscriptions are complete with names of the buried ones, their age, the places
where they were from and the place and date when they died. It is interesting
to find places like Rotterdam, Nagapattinam, Machilipatnam, Colombo and
obviously Palliacatta mentioned in the tombstones. The caretaker shows us a
small opening in one of the cemeteries, a secret underground tunnel that is
said to lead to the Fort opposite the cemetery. The map of Fort Geldria is
embossed on one of the tombstones!
Opposite to the cemetery is a vast wasteland, sluggish
with backwaters, strewn with old brick walls, which the locals say is the old
fort. Digging the place has been impossible as the underground water
immediately gushes out, when dug. The next place of visit was the most
interesting part of the tour for me- the Our Lady of Joys Church in
Kottaikuppam. Touted as the first parish of the Roman Catholic Church on the
Coromandel Coast, I am too eager to see the remnants of the old church. The
massive concrete monstrosity before me almost stings my eye, as I race inside
the church looking for any non-descript detail left by the church authorities
during demolition of the old church. With disregard for the value of the old
structure originally built by the Portuguese in 1515, the new structure is
two-tiered, with no sign of the beautiful Gothic structure that once stood at
the place. The inscription describing the church dating back to 1515 is also
nowhere to be found. If found, that could prove this is the oldest church on
the Coromandel Coast, built a year before the Luz Church at Chennai in 1516.
Haggard and weary, we move to our next stop, the St.
Antony’s Church, said to be built in the year 1717. The small but neatly
painted church still maintains its Renaissance style, with tiled roof, high
ceilings, windows housed in semi-circular arches and large wooden doors. There
is a small TV room nearby, a period attraction when village panchayats were
provided with a television for the public to watch.
From here, we ogle at the large pottery jars placed at
the courtyards of almost all the houses that hold drinking water and reach the
lake shores. From here, we board the fishing boat, a ride that cost us Rs.1000,
into the lake and from there to the sea. About 96% of the lagoon falls under
Andhra Pradesh and the lagoon used to naturally open out into the sea. Due to
heavy silt, now the lagoon mouth is dug manually, enabling it to join the sea.
The Buckingham canal is part of the lagoon on the west and three rivers- the
Arani, Kalangi and Swarnamukhi drain into the lagoon. Once rich with mangrove
forests, now devoid of all greenery, the boat ride is all sweaty and salty on a
humid February afternoon. With no shade or cover, I take umbrage beneath my
dupatta. There are old abandoned piers that show the date as 1943 as the boat
moves further into the lagoon. Slowly, the breeze ruffles our hair and birds
start circling us. Sea-gulls, cormorants, storks, egrets, river terns…the
colonies of birds attract us and as we arrive at a tiny islet where the boatman
announces we can get off for a break, we jump out of the boat in awe.
The small islet is a beauty, the shores lined up with
conches and shells of various shapes and colors. It is a rainbow of colors on
white sand and the group gets all playful, clicking groupies, collecting
shells, drawing on sand and gliding in the waters. The boat man has a tough
time cajoling the kids-turned-history-buffs to the boat and the travel back is
equally fascinating as we bounce in the water disturbed by an armada of fishing
boats venturing out into the sea for fishing. The light house at a distance
keeps attracting us, its dark blue and white hues standing in tall pride. The
new light house was built in 1985 and was primarily built to warn of the shoals
existing 4 NM off the coast. It is separated from the town by a small channel.
Our plea to get closer to the light house is warded off by the boat man who
claims the sand bar is very shallow- about 30-40 cms and is very dangerous to
get close to the shore. Though disappointed, we agree to his warning and
complete the boat ride.
A coffee and fifteen minutes later, we find ourselves
inside the Chinna Masudhi (Small Mosque). This mosque was built in 1708 as per
the inscription just above the entrance arch and its star attractions are an
old 19th century adhaan towerfrom which the Muzzein sang his prayer
calls and a sun dial belonging to the year 1914. The marking and inscription in
the sun dial are in Persian script that reads the name of the installer as Haji
Mohammed Hussain Saheb of Muthialpet, Madras. We try to decipher the language
of the script and fail miserably and I resign myself to watch a game of marbles
being played by little boys.
We move to a dilapidated old temple next, called the Adhinarayana
Perumal Temple. The temple probably dates back to either Vijayanagar period or
to the late Cholas. There is an inscription in Telugu on the ceiling of the
Thayar Sannidhi (sanctum mandap of the Goddess) that mentions about the period
of Vijayanagar King Balavandakulu. The Dwajasthamba, sacrificial pillar and
Garuda Sannidhi stand in shambles and so is the main temple. The outer Artha
Mandapam is all that we can see and we are spell bound by the intricate
carvings on the supporting beams. Scenes from the Ramayana adorn the entire
beam in all four sides, right from Ram’s Pattabishekam (ascension to throne) to
his vanvaas, the enticing of Sita by the deer Mareecha, Sita in Ashokvan,
Hanuman meeting Sita, the war between Ram and Ravan in clear detail, the
killing of Ravan, Sita entering the pyre, Lava-Kush and finally the happy
re-union of the family. We stand mesmerized by the perfection of the tiny
figurines on the beams and tread past the shrubbery into the Thayar Sanctum.
This resembles a mini Angkor Wat- the wilderness and trees eating into the
space of the Mandap, beautifully carved with mermaid (Jash Kanya), Ram with
bow, dancing girls, monkey with jackfruit, Garuda and many many more figurines.
The temple was built with red laterite which is endemic
to Konkan coast and it is a surprise to find almost all temples of this area
built using it. A haphazard effort had been made by HR&CE department to
restore the temple using concrete and cement, which was quashed by the Court on
petition by concerned citizens. The temple is under the danger of falling down
anytime soon, the rank vegetation eating away its insides. Immediate
interference by ASI would be of much help to save this temple.
We move to the last stop of our trip – the
Samayeswarar temple. Said to be built as the same period of Adhinarayana
Temple, this Siva temple is also in a bad shape. The main entrance has trees
crisscrossing the structure and it looks as if it is the vegetation that is
holding together the main entrance. We enter the temple through another gate at
the side, looking distraught at the ‘restored’ new temple. Thankfully the outer
hall of the temple remains undisturbed, with pillars that have carvings like
the Narasimma emerging from inside the pillar, money with jackfruit, a monkey
hanging upside down on the pillar, Kannappa Nayanar and many more. Here too the
supporting beams have tiny figurines carved and I am elated to spot a cow
ringing a bell- the story of Manu Needhi Chola and the cow that came looking
for justice to him. The various vahanas of the Gods lie in total abandon at the
mandap and as we walk around the temple, to our left is a stepped well. Made of
bricks and lime mortar, the circular well has an adjoining podium from which
descend a flight of stairs into a tunnel, giving closer access to the water
below. This is unique to the temple, as we have not seen this kind of
arrangement elsewhere in Tamil temples. Tired, yet blissful of the satisfactory
trip, we head back home.
The town of Pulicat has a lot to offer other than the
usual boat ride and fish fry. It has centuries of history waiting by the sands,
for the enthusiastic travelers in us to discover. A natural harbor, the town
celebrates annual Pulicat Day every year, few days next to the World Wetlands
Day, to stress the need for saving the delicate Pulicat lagoon. The lagoon and
its ecosystem are under serious threat due to pollution and sedimentation. The
moisture of the lake is not sufficient to attract the rain clouds and there has
been severe damage to the climatic balance. What is needed on the conservation
of the ecological front is increased public awareness and Governmental support.
Conservation and protection of the historical sites is also imperative, if at
all we have to pass on our rich legacy and heritage to our children.
