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Thursday, February 21, 2013
A Syro-Malabar Church Wedding
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Kerala Architecture: A heritage home undergoes repairs
Before concrete structures came into vogue, the roofs of Kerala houses were made with wood. In Malayalam it is known as melkoora or melkoodu. The amount of calculations that go into making a melkoodu is amazing. And each wooden piece that forms a part of it has to be precisely made.
Assembling – that is exactly what it is – all the beams and crossbeams and rafters and support items is a critical phase in the construction of a house. If there is even a minor mistake in the calculations or the dimensions of the made parts, the assembling would fail.
The wood that is normally used is old anjili (jungle jack tree). It is a hardy wood capable of withstanding the vicissitudes of time and weather.
Currently we are undertaking repairs to the top roof of our ancestral house, Thekkanattu Parayil at Olavipe, Kerala, India. This is the second such venture in my memory.
In large houses, such repairs are done in parts: one area is finished and then the work moves to the next area. There is always an urgency to ensure that the job is completed before the southwest monsoon arrives in June.
My bother Jacob has pointed out an interesting aspect of this round of repairs to the house. The wood used is from an anjili which is estimated to be 120 years old. This means that when the house construction started in 1890, the tree would have been a tiny sapling!
Trees are vital and it is sad to cut them down. But it is also important to maintain homes, heritage or otherwise. Thachusastram (the Kerala science relating to construction) permits felling of old trees for meaningful purposes. Anyway, we have dozens of anjilis at various stages of growth on our lands and we take good care of them.
I am reproducing below some photos of the house. The last one offers a sight that is rare because very few houses with wood melkoodu are built these days.

wooden superstructure. Photo: TP.
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Kerala Architecture - Olavipe Heritage Home
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Diwali, the Festival of Lights
Happy Diwali
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Also see: Photos: Deepam (Light)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Serene symbiosis
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Pockets serene still remain
Like Olavipe the village mine
Where the gentle west wind hums
As it blows in from the lake
Over fields and swaying palms
The soul songs of the waves
The photo (copyright reserved) is of the west side of Thekkanattu Parayil, Olavipe, where several dozens of different species of plants and trees thrive in perfect harmony. If only we Indians could do that!
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Also see:
Photos of Olavipe Lake
Pristine village: Olavipe photos
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Kerala Architechture: Thekkanattu Parayil Heritage Home
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
From the past

Some readers have showed particular interest in memories and stories about the days gone by. One I liked best among the comments on the blog and by email is from Ezee123 quoted here:
‘Nice to read your blog and the lovely details of the old times.
I have always been saying that people should write about what life was earlier sot hat the present generation could understand how life was before "today".’ Ezee123
I am listing below links to some of the posts, which fall within that category so that it will be easy for those who are interested, to locate them:
Oru Desathinte Amma.
Medicine men of Olavipe
Chakram
Douglas DC 3, The Dakota
Some Clubs of India
Lions that guard Thekkanattu Parayil
Death of a Priest Turned Layman.
Laurie Baker - A Tribute.
Mango Memories
OLAVIPE: Heritage Home of Thekkanattu Parayil Tharakans.
A vexatious litigant.
A unique prayer.
A judgement.
World War II: MAN WHO ARRESTED ROMMEL.
Some memories of WW II, Cochin and the 1940s.
Memories: Soochi Varkey Chettan to Ravi - the Tailors of Olavipe.
Memories: Shoeless on suburban train.
Alligator Tails/Tales/Tiles.
Three predictions.
Komana Ka
The Bangalore that was, 60 years ago!
Across the black water
A Kerala Tharavad.Going to school in a feudal era - Part 1.
An antique washing machine.
Dowsing
Please click on the titles to read.

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Saturday, January 6, 2007
Appan.
Thekkanattu Parayil.
Appan was studying for the intermediate at The Maharaja’s College, Ernakulam (Cochin), and being groomed to write the Indian Civil Service examination in London, when his father, PM Avira Tharakan died. He was an only son and had to takeover the family responsibilities. We were landed gentry owning large areas of coconut plantations and paddy fields. He was also involved in business activities and along with my maternal uncle Jose A. Kallivayalil, was director of several companies.
Among the public Appan was known as ‘Gentleman’ Parayil (not that the other Parayils were un-gentlemanly). He was a voracious reader. He had fifteen children – eleven sons and four daughters. The first three, all boys, died early. I am the eldest surviving son.
Appan used to discuss with us many subjects including world affairs. It was from him that I first learned the concept of Provident Fund. While I was in high school, our workers were being paid 14 ‘chakrams’ per day while the outside rate was 15. (28 chakrams made 1 Travancore rupee; British rupee exchange was 28.5 chakrams.) I felt that we were being unfair to our workers and took up the matter with Appan.
He explained to me that when we held back one chakram of the worker, we were undertaking a great obligation. Whenever the man had a genuine need, like food, medical treatment, marriage of children etc. we were obligated to take care of it irrespective of whether his money held back by us would cover the expenses; there were no limits.
A couple of days before Appan died, we were discussing about progress. Great changes were taking place. A Communist government had been voted into power in the State. The land limitation programme that was being pushed by the leftists was sure to result in families like ours losing large areas.
Appan gave me a near perfect statement on progress: ‘Progress means a series of changes and adjustments.’ He had constantly imbibed into us the need to study well and obtain jobs. If he had gone through with the pursuit of ICS, he would have been the first in the Parayil Family to break away from the land bound tradition. As it happened, that honour came to me.
Appan lies buried in the family crypt in the cemetery chapel of St. Anthony’s Church, Thycattussarry, which was built by the Parayil Tharakans in 1791.
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