When former Chief Minister Oommen Chandy arrives forty-five minutes late for a 3 p.m. interview at the Ernakulam MLA’s Guest House, he has the decency to apologise. “I got stuck on the South overbridge,” he says. “Road repairs are going on and the police were releasing vehicles a few at a time from both sides.”
Chandy turns to K. Babu, the Tripunithara MLA and asks, “Why is work being done on a Sunday?” Babu replies, “The roads have to be repaired.” Chandy says, “It could have done it at night, instead of inconveniencing the people.”
Chandy heads for the dining room, splashes his face with water at the wash basin and sits down for lunch at 4 p.m. As he tucks into rice, sambhar and avial, the interview begins. Twenty minutes later, lunch is over and Chandy has to rush off, to Koratty, for a felicitation function in honour of Congress worker Augustine Paul who has spent more than 30 years at the panchayat level.
My interview is only half complete. Babu says, “Why don’t you come along to Koratty? You can do the interview in the car. Anyway, I am returning to Ernakulam.”
And so I take up the offer, and sit wedged between Chandy and Babu in the backseat of a Mitsubishi Lancer. But this former Chief Minister does not use a police escort nor is the red beacon on the roof of the car been switched on. So, in essence, we are traveling incognito.
Soon, Chandy tells me a story. He had gone to Dubai in 2005 and asked to see some of the worst labour camps. “I saw the living conditions and felt devastated,” he says. “Our cows lived in a better way. That was how bad it was. I could not go into the bathroom. And these Malayali boys who lived there were so smart and intelligent.”
His face looks sad as he says, “I realised I was at fault. I was a public figure. I was a chief minister and I just could not do anything to prevent this people from working in this situation. I took the blame for it.” Chandy got in touch with the Dubai government and ensured a marked improvement in the situation.
When we reach the United Club at Managalassery, Chandy is soon surrounded by white-shirted Congressmen as he is led to the stage.
Incidentally, Chandy’s schedule for the day went like this: A 9.30 a.m. start from his home at Puthupally. First stop: Changanacherry. Then to Kottayam, back to Puthupally for a condolence call, on to Poonjar, Ernakulam, Koratty, and onwards to Kodungalloor. From there he would be going to the Nedumbassery airport to take the night flight to Thiruvananthapuram.
Babu says, “A politician has no family life. On holidays they work harder, because there are so many functions to attend.”
It’s a high price to pay for power, prestige and privilege.
In Kerala, there are a significant number of gays who have married in order to conceal their sexual orientation in a conservative society
By Shevlin Sebastian
When Rasheed Khan, 36, makes love to his wife, Hameeda, he has to imagine that it is his gay lover, Sunil, otherwise he is unable to get a hard-on. “Can you blame me?” he says. “I am a gay who got married because I live in a conservative society. This is the only way to conceal my sexual orientation.”
He is candid enough to say that he does not enjoy sex with Hameeda. “We do it rarely,” he says. Nevertheless he has five children, the eldest being 10 years old, while the youngest is only one.
Rasheed was 11 when he discovered that he liked boys. He seduced a close friend and had sex. Thereafter he had many lovers. But he was always discreet. When he was 25 years old, his parents pressured him to marry. His gay friends told him to go ahead. “They said it might change my orientation,” he says. “So I decided to get married.”
The marriage took place in 1999 and Hameeda came from a village, while Rasheed lived in Calicut. She had studied only till Class seven and had little exposure to the world.
A couple of years after his marriage, Rasheed met Sunil and fell deeply in love. “He is so loving and caring,” says Rasheed. “He is always buying me presents.” They live in different areas, outside Calicut, and try to meet a few times a week.
“For me, the sex is not the primary element in the relationship,” he says. “Love is.”
However, twice or thrice a month, they hire a room in a lodge to have sex. Rasheed sometimes takes on other lovers, but they are just brief flings. He is able to meet a lot of gays, because he works in a NGO that distributes condoms to sexual minorities.
He says he is unsure about whether Hameeda suspects that he is gay. “She has not told me anything,” he says. “Maybe she has guessed it. Who knows?”
During the course of the past ten years, Rasheed has developed a liking for his wife. “Of course, I don’t have the same intensity of feeling that I have for Sunil,” he says. And this creates a feeling of guilt. “I know I am doing wrong,” he says. “I love another person, while I live with my wife. But I am compelled to do this. If we were living in an open society I would have flaunted my sexuality.”
Despite his gayness and the intensity of his feelings for Sunil, Rasheed says that he will never leave Hameeda, because he is a father. “I find it difficult to abandon the tiny tots,” he says. “I have a responsibility as a parent.”
The Thrissur-based Thommen, 34, has also become a parent of two boys. He says he got married to Susan in 2000 ‘because it is dangerous to say you are gay in Kerala society.”
Thommen says that Susan has a suspicion regarding his sexual orientation “but she has not told me anything directly.” Unlike most gays, Thommen has no problem in making love to Susan. “I like sex with men and women, but I do enjoy sex with men more,” he says. “The emotional satisfaction is deeper.” He works in a firm where he does embroidery work. “I have lovers among my female colleagues also,” he says.
Thommen is recovering from a six-year affair with a 42-year old man, George. “He suffered from an inferiority complex,” he says. While Thommen was an extrovert and gregarious, and had many friends, George was a loner. Where Thommen was fair and good-looking, George was dark and morose.
“He was always jealous,” says Thommen.
Thommen’s friends urged him to get a better-looking lover. “But what to do?” he says. “I was in love with him but, one day, he suddenly broke off the relationship. It devastated me. I think of him all the time. ”
Nevertheless, on most evenings, Thommen picks up a lot of gay lovers and has fun in broken-down buildings and deserted gardens. When he reaches home, by 9 p.m., he tells Susan he was delayed at work.
Unlike most people, Thommen does not suffer from any sense of guilt about being unfaithful to Susan. “I don’t regard having sex with somebody else as a betrayal,” he says. “I am fulfilling my duty of looking after my wife and children. But I am also gay, and so there is a necessity to lead this double life.”
But it has not been easy. Thommen has been suffering from misgivings about being married. “I had yearned for freedom a lot in the past, but now that I have become a parent, leaving Susan is out of the question,” he says.
(Names have been changed)
INTERVIEW ‘Gays suffer from hetero-aversion’ Says the Thiruvananthapuram-based sexologist, Dr. P.B. S. Chand
What are the problems that gays face in a marriage? The man wants to distance himself from the wife in terms of romance, intimacy and sex. The wife finds it difficult to live with that. She will attempt to get closer to him by various means. This will terrify him, and he usually reacts with anger and distress, which the woman does not understand.
What is the sexual relationship between a gay and his wife? Usually, they are unable to have intercourse. His penis will deflate partially or totally when he attempts to have sex. However, for some men, if they imagine that they are making love to their gay lover, it is possible to get a hard-on.
Most gays have lovers. Do the wives suspect anything? Most wives think he has got another woman as a lover. She will rarely suspect that he is gay.
Why do gays get married? They are terrified to live as gays in a society like Kerala, where homosexuality is despised by everybody.
What advice do you give married gays? I tell them they have a hetero-aversion, which is not changeable with medication, injections, or operations. They have to live with it. To enjoy their lives they will have to indulge in sex with a homosexual partner.
If they do this, how can they stay married? The man can be taught to behave well with the wife. He can learn to give gifts to her from time to time, pay attention to her concerns and care for the children. If he thinks it is better to come clean we have a joint meeting.
What is the reaction of the wives? Some wives are shocked. Most are relieved, because they have this closure of their marital problems. Many women continue to live with their husbands, even though they know they are homosexual. But they are glad he is not going to another woman, and so they feel safe.
Do gay men have a sense of guilt that they are leading a double life? Most gays do not. They say that they got married because it is what society has demanded of them. They put the blame on society. Their conscience is clear. At least that is what they fool themselves into believing.
Winning the Puthupally Assembly seat in 1970 was a big turning point for former chief Minister Oommen Chandy
By Shevlin Sebastian
In the 1957 Lok Sabha elections, Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru came to Puthupally to campaign for Congress candidate P.T. Thomas. There was high excitement in the town. At that time there was only one two storey-building in Puthupally. Passes to stand on the terrace were issued to a few people, including the 14-year-old Oommen Chandy and his father.
“In those days, the Prime Minister travelled by car, instead of a helicopter as it is today,” says Chandy. “Panditji spoke a few words in English. He was handsome and fair and had a rose in his lapel.”
After the speech was over Nehru stood in the car and flung a garland towards a group of children who were standing by the side of the road. The children pulled at the garland from opposite ends, and it split into two.
“Pandit Nehru put a finger on his lips expressing disappointment,” says Chandy. “I have never forgotten this memory.” Incidentally, Thomas won the election.
Chandy was interested in politics from a young age. It could have been a hereditary trait. His grandfather, V.J. Oommen, was a Member of the Travancore Legislative Council. In school, Chandy was the unit president of the Kerala Students Union (KSU). At 18, Chandy became the President of All Kerala Balajana Sakhyam.
The highlight of his tenure was when Anita Bose, the daughter of Subhash Chandra Bose came to the Balajana Sakhyam office at Kottayam in 1961.
“I gave her a honorary membership which she accepted,” says Chandy. “It became the big event in the newspapers the next day.”
By the time Chandy was doing his pre-degree at CMS College, Kottayam, he was in the forefront in the agitation by the KSU for ticket concessions for students travelling on buses. The principal P.C. Joseph was unhappy with Chandy’s union activities. When Chandy applied for admission for the degree course in history, Joseph refused to give admission.
“There were only four applicants in all,” says Chandy. “I was desperate to get in, because Kottayam was my political base.” But Joseph refused to budge.
At this time, his parents suggested that he join the Kothamangalam Engineering College, since he was good in mathematics. The principal, O.A. Mathew, who was his uncle agreed to admit him.
“I felt demoralised,” he says. “If I had gone for the engineering course my life would have taken a totally different direction.”
Instead, with his local guardian, the MLA, Pala K. Mathew, Chandy sought admission at St. Berchman’s College in Chanaganacherry.
But he was told the principal, Fr Francis Kalassery, was also against Chandy’s selection, because of his political activities. But Chandy had a stroke of luck. The day he went to seek admission, Fr. Kalassery was unwell and in hospital.
The Vice Principal, Fr. Kuriakose Aenekatt was told that Pala K. Mathew had recommended the admission of a young man. “My name was not mentioned at all,” he says. “Soon, I was taken in.”
A quiet student in college, Chandy continued to be involved in various political agitations outside. Following his graduation he joined the Government Law College in Ernakulam in 1967 and came into contact with Youth Congress leaders Vayalar Ravi and A.K. Antony.
Chandy’s biggest turning point came when he was selected as the Congress (Indira Gandhi) candidate for the Puthupally seat for the 1970 Assembly elections. It was going to be an uphill battle because Puthupally was in the control of P.C. Cherian of the old Congress, which was opposed to Indira..
But Chandy campaigned extensively. “With the help of the students and public support I slowly began to make headway,” he says. Soon, there was a mass movement to unseat the Marxists. The sitting MLA, E.M. George of the CPM was unpopular.
Sensing the change in public support, Cherian withdrew from the campaign, although his name remained on the ticket. “This was the turning point for me,” says Chandy. “My chances of winning improved.”
Then another incident took place, which brightened his prospects even further. At a meeting at Vakathanam panchayat, Chandy saw a group of men coming towards the venue with Congress flags. At the forefront was a leader of the old Congress, Kalapara Thommachen.
“I thought they had come to disrupt the meeting,” he says. “But when they came close, to my astonishment they were shouting ‘Zindabad, Zindabad’ in support of me.” Later, he came to know that Thommachen’s son, a KSU activist, forced his father to switch sides.
Eventually, Chandy won by a margin of 7288 votes. And he has held the seat continuously for the past 39 years. Along the way he became the Minister for Labour, Home and Finance, in various ministries, reached the pinnacle of his career when he became the Chief Minister, from September 2004 to May 2006 and is now the leader of the opposition in the current Assembly.
In person Chandy comes across as simple and humane. Asked to explain his philosophy of life, he says, “I am a believer in God. If we do good God will be with us. If we do wrong, He will punish us. It is as simple as that.”
A cultural festival focuses attention on a place that is just a dot on the map: the Minicoy Island
Photos: Minicoy Island; Tuna fishing; Minicoy women in traditional attire
By Shevlin Sebastian
In the garden of the David Hall at Fort Kochi, a group of women dressed in flowing gowns and white head scarves are busy preparing dishes on a round black tawa. A few young girls hover around watching intently.
There is a palpable sense of excitement in the air. This is the first time that the people from the tiny island of Minicoy in the Lakshadweep Islands are holding a festival displaying their cuisine, culture, handicrafts, and games at Kochi
“We wanted to bring them into the spotlight, so that they could build up their confidence and self-esteem,” says Vineeta Hoon, founder cum managing trustee of the Centre for Action Research on Environment Science and Society, (CARESS), a Chennai-based NGO.
Apart from CARESS, the other organisers included the Maliku Development Society, Maliku Hikimas Producers Society, as well as the CGH Earth Group. Incidentally, Maliku is the name by which the islanders call Minicoy.
“Minicoyans, with a population of 9000, is one of the smallest ethnic communities in India,” says Vineeta. “The island has a radius of only 4.4 sq. km.”
The focus of the festival is on the food. And the surprising discovery is that the Minicoyans eat only one type of fish: the skipjack tuna. But there is a reason for this. “Tuna can be preserved for a long time, provided it is cooked in the right ratio of salt and sweet water,” says K. Mohammed, a member of the Maliku Development Society. There is also a big market for tuna in India, as well as abroad. “So, most of the fish is exported,” he says.
Vineeta says this focus on tuna, which is a migratory fish, is a blessing, in ecological terms. Minicoy is a coral reef island. In these reefs, there are more than 400 varieties of fish. “But each variety is of a small quantity,” she says. “So, if you target reef fish like the sturgeons or the snappers, then one part of the food chain is permanently damaged.”
What is another plus point is the way the Minicoyans go fishing. They never use a net. Instead, they use the pole and line method. Bait fish is thrown into the water, near the boat and the tuna approach it in droves. During the frenzied feeding, several hooks, at the end of long lines, are put into the water.
“Somehow, the tuna mistakes the hook to be a fish and is pulled up,” says Mohammed. In half an hour, more than a thousand fish are caught by the 10-member crew. This is an ecologically friendly method. “If we use a net many small fish which we don’t need are trapped and killed inadvertently,” he says.
This method of fishing is ancient, just like their religion, Islam, which came to Minicoy more than 800 years ago.
“But it is a liberal form of Islam,” says Vineetha. “One reason is because most of the Minicoyans are seamen who have travelled all over the world. So they are broad-minded.”
But the community took a conservative turn in the late 1950s, when a holy man, Husain Didi, came from the Maldives and told the people that too much attention was being paid to folk dances and celebration of festivals. Instead, they should say their prayers strictly.
“The people reacted by getting rid of all the folk dances,” says Mohammed. “Not all people agreed with this trend. After all, festivals bring the people closer.”
However, Havva Mamaugothi, 58, a woman who belongs to a self-help group says it was a good development. “There was too much intermingling between boys and girls,” she says. So now the only festival that is celebrated is Id, but there are no dances. “However, recently, there has been a move to revive the Lava folk dance,” says Mohammed.
Apart from the Muslim influence, the people of Kerala have had an impact on the Minicoyans. “There has been trade links for several hundred years between Minicoy and Cannanore (present-day Kannur),” says Mohammed. And there has been a positive fallout: in Minicoy the women have access to education and jobs, like in Kerala.
But Vineeta breaks out into a bright smile and says, “The Minicoyans are also learning how to do strikes and hartals, so that the government gives what is due to them. That is definitely a Kerala influence.”
At 7 p.m., the food is ready at the festival and the visitors make a beeline for it. There are several varieties of fish dishes, rice, brinjal, and a cabbage concoction, followed by sweets.
“It is all based on coconut milk,” says Dalekha, 45, who did some of the cooking. “Our most popular dish is rairiha. This is tuna fish simmered in a red curry.” This is eaten at every meal. The Minicoyans have fish in the morning with parathas, at lunch and dinner with rice. The food is tasty and simple and not spicy at all.
“Come to Minicoy and have the time of your life,” says a smiling Mohammad.
Fast Facts
Occupations of Minicoyans Seamen; coconut climbing; fishing; octopus hunting; cowry and shingle collection; government staff; Navy personnel and labourers.
Octopus hunting This takes place between August and March. The octopuses are caught in the low tide from the crevices and bottoms among the coral boulders. A 1.5 m rod is used to catch it.
Octopuses usually live alone. When they are caught, another octopus will occupy the same place. They cover the cavity with small flat stones. This is the identifying feature to locate octopus habitats.
Women on top It is a matrilineal society. 98 per cent of the men lived in the house that belonged to their mother or their wives. Gender equality is represented by the fact that each village has a headman and headwoman. Women take part in all aspects of the economy.
An unofficial caste system The Manikfans form the aristocracy. The Thakrus are the boat builders and sailors, followed by the Raveris (coconut climbers). The Raveris were dependent on the Manikfans for work. However, thanks to affirmative action by the Indian government, people from lower castes have been able to go for higher education and government jobs.
Saving a fragile ecosystem
Coral reefs are ecologically threatened owing to climate change and other man-made factors. In the case of Minicoy it is even more in need of protection because of its isolation from other islands. The Centre for Action Research on Environment Science and Society, a Chennai-based NGO, and the Minicoy fishing community are working together to protect Minicoy reef resources.
With this aim in mind, a Joint Coastal Resource Management Council was set up in July, 2009. The first task of the council was to identify areas for marine conservation and conservation. Posters have been made to sensitise the local public about the need for marine conservation and protecting shipwrecks.
On the poster one of the no-fishing areas is the shipwreck site. A ship sank more than 150 years ago. It is now a part of the ecosystem and it was felt that it would be better not to disturb it.
Why do we pray? What do we pray for? Who is the favourite God? A leading dancer gives some answers
By Shevlin Sebastian
In 2005, noted Mohiniyattom dancer Pallavi Krishnan was planning to go for the Toronto International Dance Festival in Canada for a group recital. One week before her departure, Pallavi got her visa, but her four disciples were denied it. “They were going abroad for the first time,” says Pallavi. “Maybe, that was the reason.”
Pallavi became desperate. She went into her prayer room at her home in Thrissur. “I prayed and prayed,” she says. “I asked God not to abandon us. If we did not go, I would have to pay a substantial compensation.”
Through a friend, Pallavi got in touch with an official in the Ministry of External Affairs in Delhi, who was a dance aficionado. The visas were issued a day before they were leaving. “There are many situations like this where God has saved me at the last moment,” she says.
Pallavi prays every evening for half an hour. “When I am in front of God, I say, ‘Please protect my family and friends.’ I pray that they don’t have any difficulties in life. I feel that God has given me more than what I wanted. So, I don’t ask for anything.”
For Pallavi, her favourite deity is Shiva. “When I close my eyes, I see the image of Shiva sitting in a meditative pose,” she says. “From my childhood I had special feelings for Shiva.” Pallavi may have been influenced by her father, a devotee of Shiva, while her mother prays to Goddess Kali.
Pallavi has prayed in many temples – the Guruvayur Krishna and Mammiyur Shiva, the Kuttankulangara Vishnu, close to her house, as well as the Vadakkunnathan Shiva in Thrissur. But her favourite is the Chidambaram temple in Tamil Nadu.
Pallavi had gone there to dance for the 25th anniversary celebrations of the Natyanjali festival. “I saw the deity during the arati,” she says. “The ambience was so powerful, no doubt helped by the sound of the big bell. There was a strong sense of spirituality.”
Not many people know that Pallavi is a Bengali. At the Vishwa-Bharati University in Shantiniketan, she became fascinated with Mohiniyattom. In 1992, she came to learn the dance form at the Kerala Kalamandalam. But the initial years were difficult. “I faced a lot of opposition,” she says. “I had to depend a lot on God to see me through.”
So who is God? “God is a power, an energy, an intangible shakti,” she says. “When I close my eyes and meditate, I see a huge ball of light. I believe God exists.”
However, sometimes, Pallavi, like all human beings, does get disappointed with God. “If I am suffering a lot or if nothing has happened despite an intense effort, I tend to get angry with God. Then I tell myself that you cannot always expect the good things in life.”
But she will always be grateful to God for a priceless blessing. “I had ardently prayed for a daughter,” she says. “Priyamvada was born eleven years ago. It was the best gift I received.”
Photo: Resul Pookutty (right) with Chief Priest R K Nampoothiri of the Chakkulathukavu Sree Bhagavathy Temple
When I meet Resul Pookutty at the lobby of The Raj Residency, Kochi, recently, he is on his way for an interview with a television channel. “My schedule is packed,” he says. “But if you could come with me in the car in the afternoon to a function near Tiruvalla, we can talk.” I immediately balk at the idea of taking this long trip, but later I call his manager, Byju, and say yes.
We leave Ernakulam at 4 p.m. In the Toyota Innova, apart from Resul, there are a few friends. There is a Tata Indica following us. In it are two beefy security guards that Resul has brought from Mumbai: S.K. Thakur, 40, and Sandeep Jadhav, 28, from the Ace Security Agency.
Soon Resul starts talking about his life. “Can you imagine a boy who studied in a Malayalam medium village school in Kerala landing up at the Kodak Theatre in Los Angeles and giving an Academy Award acceptance speech in English?” he says. “NBC TV described it as the most eloquent of the evening!”
We are headed for the Chakkulathukavu Sree Bhagavathy Temple, where Resul is being conferred with the Chakkulathamma Swaravarsha Puraskaram for 2009. Somewhere, after Alleppey, there is a police escort.
There is a huge crowd waiting at the temple. Thakur and Jadhav and a team of policemen form a cordon, as Resul is led to the stage. There is sustained applause. Numerous pictures are taken on mobile cameras. Men and women jostle around.
A 15-year old girl, standing near the stage, has a smile of such dazzling innocence that I am struck numb. Despite the tumult, Resul spots the same quality. In her autograph book, he writes, ‘Dear Chippi, you have a most beautiful smile.’
The award is presented, and felicitation speeches begin. Resul chats with Chief Priest R K Nampoothiri. Then he lights the base of a tower-like structure, which bursts into fire. Following that Resul is led to a house, where he is introduced to the members of Nampoothiri’s family. Photographs are taken. A glass of tea is given to him.
As I write notes in a diary a woman rushes up to me. “Please give me a paper,” she says, looking desperate. I oblige, and she grabs my pen and rushes to Resul. As he signs, I shout, “Hey Resul that is my pen and paper.”
He laughs aloud. He is clearly enjoying the rush of adrenalin that you feel when you are at the centre of so much adulation. It is, indeed, a first for Indian cinema: a sound designer as celebrity. When Resul steps outside, the Edathua Sub Inspector K.I. Shamsudeen and his team take a photograph with him. Then Resul is off, to meet a relative who lives near Haripad.
When Resul enters the house, there is a buzz of excitement. He goes into a bedroom and holds the hands of his aunt and speaks gently to her. But she shows no sign of recognition of a man who is now famous all over India. You cannot blame her. Sadly and unfortunately, she is suffering from Alzhemeir’s Disease.
At 11.30 p.m., on our way back to Kochi, we stop to have dinner at a thattukada on National Highway 47.
“Can you imagine this?” says his friend. “An Oscar Award winner eating at a roadside shack!”
The Changampuzha Park at Kochi is a cultural force in the state
Photo: The bust of the poet Changampuzha Krishna Pillai
By Shevlin Sebastian
One evening, at Changampuzha Park, at Edapally, Kochi, Sindhu Pramod is sitting with her daughter Shreya on a bench. Shreya, who is studying in Class 7 at Campion School, says, “This park is wonderful, because of the many cultural activities that take place. Recently, we listened to Cochin Mansoor sing so many old hits. It was very exciting.”
The park was in the news recently when Mansoor tried to set a world record by singing non-stop for 24 hours. He lasted for 19 hours and 20 minutes before his voice broke.
In the evening the park is a microcosm of human activity. At one side, children are playing on swings, slides, and see-saws. On the open ground, in the middle, are elderly people sitting on plastic chairs, donated by the Cochin Corporation, reminiscing about life.
On the walkway, which runs all along the perimeter, middle-aged couples are taking a stroll. At one side, inside a small one-room conical structure, groups of men are playing carrom and chess.
The park, set in 1.85 acres of land, has been a Kochi landmark for years. The most striking feature is an actual Sea Hawk aircraft mounted on a pedestal.
According to the inscription, it ‘caused crippling damage to the Pakistani armed forces’ during the 1971 Bangladesh war. The Navy presented it to the park on December 4, 1999.
But what many people may not know is that the Changampuzha Park is a cultural force in the state. Says K. Balachandran, the president of the Changampuzha Samskarika Kendram: “Out of 365 days there is some cultural activity taking place on 250 days.”
There are Kathakali performances, dramas, dances, ganamelas, poetry readings, the recitation of shlokas, cinema premieres, and public meetings. There is a night dedicated to the songs of Mohammed Rafi and a nine-day celebration during Navaratri.
There are programmes held in honour of the late Kathakali exponent Kalamandalam Keshavan, music composer Muthuswamy Deekshitar and Carnatic vocalist Neyyanttinkara Vasudevan. “Some of the biggest artistes of Kerala have performed here,” says Balachandran.
And the most unusual aspect is that it is free, both for the participants and the audience. “The infrastructure, as well as the electricity, can be used without any payment,” says Balachandran. “I don’t think there is anything similar anywhere else in the state.”
But it was not always like this. Twelve years ago, it was overrun by bushes, grass and garbage, and became the haunt of anti-socials. Then Balachandran, with a group of like-minded individuals, set about changing things.
Thanks to generous donations from MLAs Simon Britto Rodrigues, George Eden, and K. Babu, and from the Local Area Development Fund of MP A.K. Antony, a new stage was built, a roof was installed, so that programmes could take place during the monsoon, while the walls were repaired. The ‘Fashion Marble and Granite Company’ sponsored another stage.
The park is the centre-point for a few organisations. The Edapally Senior Citizens Forum, which has 600 members, meets every Tuesday evening for an hour.
“Sometimes, a well-known personality will give a talk,” says president T.P. Antony. “On other occasions members relate their life experiences.”
Meanwhile, the Edapally Sangeetha Sadhas holds at least one classical music programme every month. Participants have included the Hyderabad Sisters, noted Carnatic vocalists.
Another organisation, the Kathakali Aaswadaka Sadas, organises Kathakali programmes. “Some members celebrate their marriages with a Kathakali recital,” says Balachandran. “Last year, there were eight programmes.”
All in all, the park, named in honour of the great poet, Changampuzha Krishna Pillai, is a most remarkable place, and a cultural asset to the state.
Seeing an advertisement of the Film and Television Institute of India was a turning point for sound designer Resul Pookutty
By Shevlin Sebastian
When Resul Pookutty was in Class five, he had jaundice. “It became so serious that I became like a mad person,” he says. “I started biting people.” He was rushed to the nearest hospital at his hometown of Vilakkupara, 58 kms from Kollam.
When his condition worsened, the hospital authorities told the distraught parents to take Resul away. As he lay on the bed, at home, his aunt put a few drops of milk in his mouth. Resul’s throat moved as he swallowed. “The boy is alive,” she exclaimed. He was rushed to the Medical College Hospital at Thiruvananthapuram. An emergency blood transfusion was done. Resul was unconscious for nine days.
When he awoke, one of the first sights he saw was of the fan above his head. “I could hear its whirring sound,” he says. “I knew immediately I was not at home, because this was a fan I had not seen before.”
The sound of the fan remained etched in his mind. Many years later, when he was working as a sound designer for Rajat Kapoor’s ‘Mixed Doubles’, there is a scene at the climax which shows a fan moving.
“I wanted to put the sound of a fan,” he says. His assistants made him hear various kinds of fan sounds, but he kept rejecting them. Then Resul went to a friend’s house. “He had a very old fan, and I said this is the sound that I want,” he says. “In every movie there are some sounds that trigger memories in me.”
When Resul was growing up, he wanted to be a detective, after reading many detective novels. Then, at the insistence of his mother, he decided to become a doctor, but he failed in his MBBS entrance exams.
Then he studied for B Sc at MSM College at Kayamkulam and had aspirations to become a physicist. But he was unable to get admission for the M. Sc course because the seats were few and his family did not have the money to pay a donation. So, he opted for law at Trivandrum Law College.
One day, in 1990, two classmates told Resul that a newspaper advertisement of the Film and Television Institute of India (FTII) had appeared. They were looking for applications for a course in sound engineering. The minimum qualification was a B.Sc in physics. “So I decided to apply,” says Resul.
He got through the written examination and the FTII conducted an orientation course for cinema for the short-listed candidates. “This was where I first became aware of cinema as an art medium,” he says. “I was instantly attracted.”
Resul did not win final selection, but when he returned to Thiruvananthapuram, he began reading everything he could about cinema. “Every day of the week I was watching films,” he says. Resul saw movies at the Chalachitra Film Society, Soorya Film Society, the Tagore theatre, Gorky Bhavan, and the Film Society run by the journalism students of Kerala University.
“Not getting admitted was a turning point in my life,” he says. “It gave me a chance to immerse myself in films.” The next year, a determined Resul wrote the exam again, and secured the first rank. This enabled him to get Central and Kerala state government scholarships totalling Rs 800 a month.
After an eventful three years, Resul graduated, in 1995 and came to Thiruvananthapuram to look for work. But nothing happened. Then he moved to Chennai. Again he drew a blank. “I decided I would leave films and try something else,” he says. But before that Resul decided to attend a film festival at Mumbai.
Once there, when he was about to watch a film, there was an announcement: “Resul Pookutty, please come out.” When he stepped outside, he saw a friend, Prakash, who studied with him at FTII, with another person.
“This is Aravind Dave, our senior,” said Prakash. “He is an associate director in a television serial which is going to be shot in Uran in Raigad district and they want you to do the sound.”
So that was how Resul got his first assignment. He stayed on Mumbai and began getting jobs regularly. His turning point came when he did the sound for Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s ‘Black’ in 2005. “I did ‘Black’ because I wanted to reach out to a wider audience,” he says. The sound was recorded while the film was being shot.
“I remember a letter-reading sequence,” he says. “Amitabh Bachchan was reading it out loud. The only sound I created was of the actor speaking. It had a good impact”
Following ‘Black’, Resul did work on ‘Musafir’, ‘Zinda’, ‘Gandhi, My Father’ and ‘Saawariya’.
And then came his momentous meeting with Danny Boyle, the director of ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ in 2008. At the interview Danny was holding a piece of paper. It was Resul’s resume. He looked at it and said, “Which of these movies of yours I should watch?” Resul said, “You can see any film. You will find me in all of them one way or the other.”
Resul was selected and told to get the sounds of the city into the film. The rest, of course, is cinematic history. ‘Slumdog’ became a huge hit, won eight Academy Awards in 2009, including Best Sound Mixing for Resul.
Says the Most Rev. Dr. Joseph Marthoma, the Metropolitan of the Mar Thoma church
By Shevlin Sebastian
It is not every day that one has lunch with a supreme head of a religious order. But I got this opportunity when I went to interview the Most Rev Dr. Joseph Marthoma, the Metropolitan of the Mar Thoma Church. We met at the palatial Vennala bungalow of Dubai-based businessman P.P.G. Mathew. Since the interview concluded at 1 p.m., it led to lunch with the Metropolitan. And the Mathew family had pulled out all the stops. Course after course of delicious vegetarian and non-vegetarian food followed.
Dr. Joseph Marthoma had come to Kochi to inaugurate a new church at Palarivattom. At 79, the only concession to advancing age is a walking stick. And, like any religious leader, he is a widely travelled man. One of his recent trips was to the riot-ravaged district of Khandamal in Orissa.
“The situation has improved a lot,” he says. “The churches are being reconstructed. However, the old wounds are still there.”
Dr. Joseph puts the blame on the vitiated atmosphere on western evangelism. “The drawback is that they denounce other faiths and cultures,” he says. “Theirs is a hit-and-run evangelism. They have no long-standing presence. They do great damage and the sufferers are the local, established churches, as well as the poor people.”
Dr. Joseph says that these groups should change. “They have the attitude that they are bringing the torch of light to the dark continents of Asia and Africa,” he says. “But times have changed. They must understand that the only way forward is mutual respect. Because of their aggressiveness, the riots took place in Orissa.”
He says the Mar Thoma church has a mission at Khariar Road, in Nuapada district, just 150 km from Kandhamal. “We had no problems during the riots,” he says. “The local people, comprising mostly Hindus, were the protectors of our mission.”
Dr. Joseph proudly asserts that the 10-lakh strong Mar Thoma church is an independent entity. “We do not take funds from foreign agencies for our maintenance and programmes,” he says. “We are self-sufficient.”
The church runs more than 150 educational institutions, destitute homes, social welfare organisations, technical institutions, study centres, and hospitals in various parts of the country.
But Dr. Joseph bemoans the loss of value-based democracy and nationalism, as propagated by Mahatma Gandhi. “In the sixty years, since Independence, there has been a shocking degradation of values,” he says. “Earlier, politicians wanted to serve society, but now all they want to do is grab and grab.”
This rampant materialism and greed has afflicted the whole of society. When asked whether this has affected the religious instinct of people, he says no. “At every sacred place, year by year, the worshippers are increasing. And the offerings are also going up.”
However, he says, this is a sign of fear. “People have financial, emotional, and security worries, as well as an uncertainty about the future,” says Dr. Joseph. “Before 9/11, many Americans were not so religious. But following it, the churches were full. This has also happened in Mumbai, post 26/11.”
Besides the scourge of terrorism, there are other problems also. Like global warming, which has become a life-threatening crisis, as well as the tampering of food and genes.
“Our unscientific exploitation has disfigured the world,” says Dr. Joseph. “To make the people aware about these dangers is the biggest challenge of the 21st century.”
Acclaimed author William Dalrymple surprises me with his powers of recall. Last week when I meet him at the Taj Malabar in Kochi, he says, “Haven’t we met before? At the Kovalam Literary Festival?”
Indeed, he is right. Last year, at the festival, held at the Taj Green Cove, I spotted Dalrymple, standing all alone, at the back of the hall, sipping a glass of water. I walked up to him and asked whether we could have a talk. He agreed and said he would meet me outside in a few minutes.
While I was waiting near the restaurant, Mike Bryan, the CEO of Penguin Books India came up to me and said, “I am ready to talk now.” An earlier scheduled interview had fallen through. So, rather than wait for Dalrymple, I began the interview with Mike.
After 15 minutes, Dalrymple came out and saw me talking with Mike. He raised his hand, as if to indicate, “Continue, continue.” And, because it was the last day, I never got another chance to speak with him.
At the Taj Malabar, Dalrymple is sitting at a table in the garden facing the backwaters. “Kerala is my most beautiful place in the world,” he says. “I love Kochi the most. Just look at it.”
He turns and points at the water and the floating hyacinths. “Look at those marvellous buildings of Mattancherry, there is so much of history there.”
Dalrymple says he is so enamoured about Kerala food that on the night flight from Delhi to Kochi he avoided eating anything. “I wanted to be sufficiently hungry when I landed,” he says. The moment he reached his room he ordered prawn and fish thali, and sambhar. “I just loved it,” he says. And as he talks to me, he is munching on pappadams.
Dalrymple came to Kochi for a reading of his latest book, ‘Nine Lives -- In Search Of The Sacred in Modern India’. Within a month of its release it has become a bestseller. So I ask him about his next book. “I have three subjects on my short-list – the Moghul emperor Aurangzeb, Lord Clive of the East India Company, and Kerala.”
Dalrymple admires the way the different religions co-exist with each other in Kerala. “The syncretism is remarkable,” he says. “I have also toyed with the idea of writing about St. Thomas. But to write I need a house in the backwaters. Who will give me this?”
And suddenly he bursts out laughing. Dalrymple is in a good mood. And he has every right to be. All his seven books – on history, spirituality, travel, and journalism – have sold well, and have won major international awards.
So I ask him for some tips about writing. “Revise, revise, revise,” he says. “I have not come across any brilliant writer who does not revise.” He himself rewrites every chapter between 40 to 50 times.
“Just hearing that makes me feel tired,” I say, as I shake his hand, and wish him goodbye.
Dr. George Sleeba, after an illustrious career, retired on November 30 as the chairman and managing director of the The Fertilisers and Chemicals Ltd., Travancore
By Shevlin Sebastian
Dr. George Sleeba, 60, the chairman and managing director of The Fertilisers and Chemicals, Travancore Ltd. (FACT) is all excited. He is showing the new gate installed at the entrance to the unit at Udyogamandal on a Thursday morning.
“Isn’t it nice,” he says. “The inauguration will take place a few hours later.” Then Sleeba takes the visitors in his air-conditioned Tata Indigo towards a house made of phospho-gypsum, one of the waste products of the phosphoric acid plant.
“We constructed this building in just one month,” he says, with a proud smile. “Gypsum is cheaper than bricks, more durable, and earthquake-resistant.”
On the opposite side is the statue of M.K.K. Nair, the late and illustrious CMD. He points to it and says, “Nair was a visionary. We have to follow in his footsteps.”
When he is talking there is no indication in his voice, his bright smile, his evident sincerity and simplicity that on November 30, he is retiring, after 31 years in FACT.
His tenure as CMD began on July 31, 2007. In that year, FACT had a loss of Rs 124 crore. “When I took charge all the plants had been closed down,” he says. “The employees told me, ‘Sir, somehow, please re-start them’. The government was telling me to lay off the employees, while raw material suppliers backed off, because we did not have the money to pay them.”
But, by using vision and innovation, Sleeba, with the help of his work force was able to turn things around. In 2009, on the eve of his departure, the company has posted a profit of Rs 43 crore.
Sleeba is credited with two innovations, which has made FACT what it is today. In the mid-nineties, there was widespread disenchantment among the officer staff because the avenues of promotion were limited.
“It was a hierarchical organisation,” he says. “There was filtering at every level. For example, if the lowest level had 5000 people, the next level would only have 2000 posts.”
It was then that Sleeba came up with the idea of ‘delayering’. This was the subject of his doctoral thesis at the Cochin University of Science and Technology in 2006.
“We grouped the employees into three layers,” he says. He gives an example: the assistant engineer, engineer, and assistant manager were clubbed together. “We told them that each had the opportunity to perform any of the other roles,” he says. “So when the assistant manager was absent, instead of getting another assistant manager, we asked the engineer to take over.”
As a result, Sleeba was able to cut down on staff. From a high of 10,000 employees ten years ago, FACT, today, has 3300 employees, which will go down to 2800 in a couple of years. And promotions were guaranteed within four years if you did ‘outstanding’ work, five years for ‘good’ performance and six years for ‘satisfactory’ output. “Overnight, the morale shot up,” says Sleeba.
The other change was to diversify. So, instead of concentrating on fertilisers, whose market had stagnated, FACT entered into joint ventures with companies like Container Corporation of India, the Kerala State Industrial Corporation, and the Cochin Shipyard. Sleeba also found a market for phospho-gypsum. Last year, FACT sold three lakh tonnes to cement companies and earned Rs 21 crore.
But it has been a hard and difficult road to travel. “The people in power do not recognise hard work, sincerity, and genuineness,” says Sleeba. “That is why despite having top-quality managers we are not able to get the best out of them.”
The need to get plans approved from the higher-ups in the bureaucracy is another drawback. “So much time is wasted,” he says. “When I get the plans passed by one set of people, the government changes, and new officers come in.” Sleeba had to deal with three successive government secretaries. “We had to start afresh every time,” he says.
Nevertheless Sleeba has had a successful career. He attributes it to the deep impact of his father, the late Rev. Fr. Sleeba Cor-Episcopa.
“My father told me never to work for money, or to compromise on the quality of my effort,” says Sleeba. “Any designation that you are given is not one of privilege, but of responsibility. There will always be setbacks. Just take it in your stride and carry on.”
Dr. Sleeba is planning to carry on. He is about to start a second career as a director at the Albertian Institute of Management, Kochi.
Navy pilots of the INS Garuda, of the Southern Command, are involved in daring rescue missions, coastal patrolling, and helping civil authorities during natural calamities like earthquakes and floods.
By Shevlin Sebastian
One morning Commander Sanjay Vaidya was flying in a Chetak helicopter over the Arabian Sea. Suddenly, there was an engine failure. Following strict procedure, he beached the helicopter into the sea.
“If we tried to jump out there was a danger of being sliced by the rotor blades,” says Sanjay. “So we have to remain in the helicopter.” The 2 tonne helicopter sank quickly to a depth of 10 metres. Then Vaidya un-strapped himself, broke open the door, and started swimming.
“Initially, there was a sense of panic, but then I calmed down,” he says. “It is not easy to hold your breath for about 20 seconds and find your way to the surface.”
But what helped was the regular training, done in a simulator, every three months, where pilots go down in a pool and learn to come up by holding their breath.
For the pilots of the helicopter squadron, INS Garuda, at the Southern Naval Command, this is a rare occurrence. Most of the time, they are doing daring rescue missions.
“We save people from drowning,” says Captain Vijesh K. Garg, Commanding Officer of INS Garuda. They have air-lifted pregnant ladies from merchant ships, people who have suffered head injuries in accidents, and passengers and fishermen, whose boats have capsized.
But what has been a feather in the cap was the squadron’s involvement in the rescue operations during the tragedy at Thekkady, Kerala, on September 30, where more than 40 tourists -- men, women and children -- died, following a boat sinking in a lake.
On that fateful night, Commander S.K. Dhawan flew in an Advanced Light Helicopter (ALH) with a team of divers. “It was the first operation I was doing by night,” says Dhawan, who has 3900 hours of flying experience. It was a risky operation, as it was raining heavily, visibility was poor and there were a few hills around.
“The weather was hostile,” says Garg. “Usually, we don’t attempt a rescue mission at night, because we are not familiar with the terrain. There may be electric posts which we cannot see in the darkness.”
But Dhawan had one lucky break: when he arrived, the clouds parted, and for a couple of minutes, there was clear moonlight and he could see the lake.
Dhawan took a deep breath and landed. The divers began the rescue operations, which lasted for the next three days.
It is not always that the squadron collects dead bodies. Most of the time, they save people from drowning. When that happens, the squadron follows a set pattern. The helicopter goes down to a height of 25 feet above the sea. The diver jumps into the sea. A strop is lowered down. The drowning person is hooked on to it and is pulled up. Then the strop is lowered again for the diver to come up.
“In case the man is injured, then the diver holds the victim and both come up together,” says Vaidya.
If a boat has capsized and victims are trapped under the vessel, then the divers will wear goggles and flippers, and carry oxygen cylinders before they jump.
But there are times when the rescue mission is not successful. Captain Garg says that in 1988, when he was in a Sea King, a message came that a rig of the Oil and Natural Gas Commission was on fire 80 miles west of Mumbai.
“When I arrived I saw that the whole rig was on fire,” he says. “The helicopter could not get close because we were carrying fuel ourselves.” By this time, people had jumped into the sea and clung on to the oil pipes.
The Sea King hovered around for two hours, hoping that some people would swim away from the rig. When that did not happen, Garg organised smaller vessels of the ONGC, as well as boats to come and save the people. “We were able to give the precise directions,” he says.
For all of them, the most gratifying part of the job is when they do a successful rescue mission. “You make a difference to people’s lives when you rescue them,” says Commander A.S. Dhillon. “You are also saving their families who are dependent on this particular individual.”
He says the armed forces are trained to kill the enemy. “Kill or be killed is the motto,” says Dhillon. “Whereas, when we save lives, it is contrary to what we are trained for. That is a very satisfying feeling.”
Apart from rescue missions, the squadron is involved in anti-terrorist operations, transporting troops from place to place, coastal patrolling, and helping civil authorities during natural calamities like earthquakes and floods.
The INS Garuda has three types of helicopters: the Chetak, the ALH and the Sea King. The Sea King, commanded by Dhillon, is the most advanced. It is an anti-submarine vessel, and can fly a distance in excess of 350 miles one way.
In their daily schedule, commanders like Dhawan, Dhillon and Vaidya spent a lot of time imparting training to the younger pilots and the Air Crew Main Divers, even as they go on sorties nearly every day.
On the tarmac, at the Southern Command, when the commanders showcase their helicopters, you can see the joy on their faces.
For all of them, the helicopter is a special aircraft. “It can go left, right, forward, back, up and down, or stay in one place, which most birds cannot do,” says Dhillon. On the other hand, a fixed-wing aircraft can only move forward or up.
For the trio and for all pilots, flying is a thrill. “I would describe it as an addiction,” says Dhillon, with a smile. For Dhawan, flying is an escape from the mundane, everyday reality of life. “What you see from the sky is ethereal,” he says. “It is far better than sitting in an office.”
For Vaidya, it is the hyper excitement that is unforgettable. “When you fly, you have to be very alert,” he says. “You have to make decisions at high speed. The adrenalin is pumping. When you come down it is over. You relax. Tomorrow, you want the same kick.”
Acting in a film in which he spoke in the Thrissur dialect was the turning point in actor Innocent’s life
Photo: The author interviewing Innocent at his home in Irinjalakuda
By Shevlin Sebastian
When I first see the actor Innocent inside his sprawling bungalow in Irinjalakuda, he is holding a remote in his hand and staring at a television screen mounted high on the wall. His grandson, also named Innocent, is sitting beside him watching avidly. “He is a crazy Mohanlal fan,” says Innocent Senior. His wife Alice is a gracious host: a plate of cakes and a glass of fruit juice arrives immediately.
Innocent makes the journey into the past with a mix of wit and seriousness, and all sorts of funny facial expressions, just as you see him in the films.
Innocent stood on stage for the first time when he was in Class 1 of the Little Flower Convent High School at Irinjalakuda. “I wore a small towel and there was make-up on my face,” he says. “I played the drums.” Thereafter, he acted in several skits in the school.
By the time he was in Class six, he joined a cultural organisation which staged plays. The rehearsals began only at 10 p.m. It was held at some distance from the house. By the time Innocent returned, it was 2 a.m. “My mind would be full of the scenes that I had acted in,” he says.
However, as expected, the family had a negative reaction. “When I would get up in the morning, I would hear sentences like: ‘At what time did he come in the night? Who knows? He had not come till 1 a.m.’”
Sometimes, his father would say, “In a big family of eight children there will always be one bad apple. And there is nothing to be done about it.”
What made matters worse was that he was a poor student. He failed in Class six, seven and eight. “By the time classmates of mine were doing their MA, I was still in school,” he says. Finally, he stopped studying in Class eight.
But he remained a popular student throughout. “I would imitate people and make my friends laugh,” he says. “Nowadays when I meet old teachers they tell me they knew I was special because children always surrounded me.”
Following his failed academic stint, Innocent tried his hand at entrepreneurship – a shop and a matchbox factory -- but they failed. In 1969, he went to Chennai to try for bit roles.
The first film in which Innocent had dialogues to say was ‘Nrithashala’, which starred Prem Nazir and Jaya Bhaduri. He played a newspaperman, who goes to a carnival in a village and asks questions. “After I did the scene, producer Shobha Parameshwaran Nair called me and said I had done a good job,” he says. But the roles remained paltry and he returned to Irinjalakuda in 1971.
The municipal elections were taking place. At the urging of friends he stood as an independent and won. “But my heart was in acting,” he says. He produced a few films. Some did well, but most failed. The future looked bleak.
Innocent’s turning point came in 1985 with the film ‘Avidathepole Ivideyum’, which starred Mohanlal and Mammooty.
“Mammooty felt I was the best person to play the role of a character who speaks in the Thrissur dialect,” says Innocent.
In the film Innocent is an obsessed businessman who asks a man about the death of his mother. As the man narrates the incident, the businessman has a look on his face that shows his complete lack of interest. “So when the man is talking about the death, the audience laughs, seeing the expression on my face,” he says.
The film failed at the box office but many people called Innocent up and said they liked his acting. Thereafter, Innocent began to get roles regularly, but it was when Sidique Lal’s ‘Ramji Rao Speaking’ became a super-hit in 1989 that he became established as a comedian.
“When I came out of the hall after watching the film with my wife and son, the people surrounded me and cheered,” he says.
A similar experience occurred when he went to see ‘Kathodu Kathoram’ at a theatre at Thiruvananthapuram. During the interval he stepped out to have a soda with director Priyadarshan. “The patrons clapped,” says Innocent. “As we were leaving the hall, Priyardarshan laughed and said, ‘You have become a star.’”
Thereafter, many hits followed: ‘Mannar Mathai Speaking’, ‘Kilukkam’, ‘Godfather’, ‘Vietnam Colony’, ‘Nadodikattu’ and ‘Devaasuram’. Today, he has acted in over 600 films as a comedian, a character artiste, as well as a villain.
Asked the meaning of life, Innocent says fate is pre-ordained and tells a story.
Shiva and Parvati are sitting together. They see a man who had been praying ardently for several days. Their abode, Mount Kailash starts shaking. Parvati says, “He has been praying for so long. Give him a boon and let him go.”
Shiva says, “There is no point. He will not improve. He has a fate like that.”
Nevertheless, at Parvati’s insistence, Shiva puts a cloth bag full of gold coins on the road that the man is walking. It is completely deserted. He is sure to see the bag. But at that very moment, the man thinks, ‘If a man is blind, how does he manage to walk? Let me try to walk like a blind man.’
The man closes his eyes and walks past the bag. Shiva tells Parvathi, “Even if I wished, that man is not going to improve.”
(This column traces the turning points which make or mar a person’s life)
