245. Thiruvanantpuram (Trivandrum)

(ही पोस्ट मराठीत इथं वाचता येईल.)

While planning my trip to Kanyakumari, I had already decided to stay in Thiruvananthapuram for two days. I had an assumption (I don’t really know why) that there would be plenty of buses from Kanyakumari to Trivandrum and that they would be frequent. In reality, there are almost no such direct buses. I was told that I would get a bus to Trivandrum from Vadassery bus stand in Nagercoil. So I went to Nagercoil. While boarding the bus to Nagercoil, I had actually asked the conductor, “This bus goes to Vadassery, right? I need to go further to Trivandrum…” and boarded it accordingly.

After getting down at Nagercoil, when I started asking other passengers, “Which bus goes to Trivandrum?”, I realised that I had arrived at Anna Bus Stand. Everyone kept telling me (in broken English), “You will get the Trivandrum bus from Vadassery,” but how was I supposed to get to Vadassery? Once again, I felt how difficult it is to even have a simple conversation with people from our own country when we don’t know the language. 

Even though I didn’t know the language, people were extremely eager to help. I could see a mini-conference of five or six passengers forming around my serious question. One middle-aged woman held my hand and took me to a bus. She said something to the conductor. The conductor gestured for me to get into the bus and told me three times, “No Trivandrum, Vadassery.” At least this much I understood—that this bus would drop me at the Vadassery bus stand in Nagercoil.

From Anna Bus Stand to Vadassery, I did not have to buy a ticket. I was told that travel up to thirty kilometres is free for women. However, for the twenty-two kilometre journey from Kanyakumari to Nagercoil, I had bought a ticket. (Both Kanyakumari and Nagercoil are in Tamil Nadu.) So I couldn’t quite understand what the exact scheme was. Perhaps there is a difference between local buses and long-distance buses. Or maybe there is a difference between Tamil Nadu buses and Kerala buses. I have nothing to say about having to buy a ticket; I only mean to say that I didn’t clearly understand the scheme.

The woman sitting next to me on the bus spoke Tamil. She started talking enthusiastically. My Tamil begins with “Vanakkam” (hello) and ends with “Tamil theriyad” (I don’t know Tamil). But the funny thing is that we kept talking for nearly one and a half hours until her stop arrived. Once again, I realised that if people really want to communicate, language does not become a barrier. And perhaps that is why we don’t feel the urge to learn other Indian languages with much effort. Things somehow work out. People help. People talk with a smile. People open their lunchboxes and insist that you have tea or snacks with them.

This was not my first visit to Trivandrum. I have some old memories connected to this place as well. Once, I had come to Kanyakumari with a group of boys and girls from Maharashtra for a youth camp. Our train reached Chennai late, and because of that we missed the next train to Trivandrum. After talking to the station superintendent at Chennai, arrangements were made for us in another train. That train reached Trivandrum sometime in the middle of the night. Along with thirty boys and girls, I slept on the platform at Trivandrum station—it was a memorable experience.

Later, during a two-week training programme, I had stayed near Kovalam Beach and used to go to the beach morning and evening. While I was in Delhi, I had also visited villages around Trivandrum for a project; those days were pleasant too. As the capital of Kerala, this city has always felt to me not just like an administrative centre, but a beautiful blend of history, culture, architecture, and humanity. All my earlier visits were work-related; this visit was relaxed—that was the big difference this time.

“Tiru” is an honorific prefix, somewhat like “Shri” in Sanskrit. Tiruchirappalli, Tirupati, Tiruvalluvar—many place names have “Tiru” in them. “Ananth” is a name for God, but here it refers to Ananta, the serpent. “Puram” means residence or city. A city associated with Vishnu reclining on the serpent. Even the name of the city is so meaningful and distinctive.

This city has its own rhythm. The roads are compact and winding. Even while watching traffic, this rhythm is noticeable. Although the number of two-wheelers is large, almost everyone wears a helmet—men, women, young, old—both riders and pillion riders wear helmets.

This does not feel like mere compliance with the law; it feels like a collective consciousness about safety. Traffic appears relatively less aggressive, more disciplined, and calmer—as if that is the very nature of the city.

Home-stay

While deciding where to stay in Thiruvananthapuram, I came across a home-stay on Booking.com—Chaithritha Ladies Homestay. It was exclusively for women, and the reviews were good. Payment was to be made only after reaching there, so even if the trip got cancelled for some reason, money wouldn’t be wasted. I immediately decided to stay there.

About a month before I left for Kanyakumari, the people from this home-stay had already started communicating with me via WhatsApp. Where I was coming from, how I would reach, whether I needed pick-up from the station or bus stand, what I wanted to see in Trivandrum, whether any arrangements were needed, and so on. This communication continued until I reached their home in Trivandrum. In fact, even after I returned safely to Pune, I informed them that I had reached home—just the way one would inform close acquaintances.

I did not know who exactly was the person communicating with me and making all the arrangements. When I reached Trivandrum and met Bindu madam, I learnt that all my queries were handled by her son Lihin (yes, that is his name). He was in Delhi, I was in Pune, and the arrangements were in Trivandrum—all made possible easily because of technology. He helps his mother with everything while living in Delhi. (I will not, of course, write much personal information.)

Lihin asked me whether I would come from Kanyakumari to Trivandrum by bus or train. Until then, I hadn’t thought much about that journey. While going to Kanyakumari, I was planning to travel from Trivandrum to Kanyakumari by train. So for a change, I decided to return by bus. “There are buses of both Tamil Nadu and Kerala states, but please come by a Kerala state bus,” Lihin insisted. I found it amusing. It made me realise that we in Maharashtra are not so particular about our state buses.

To visit some places in Trivandrum, Lihin had arranged a car with a driver. The driver was Lihin’s cousin. Vishwanath was a little shy. His cousin Meghan (that’s his name) was with him, and he was quite talkative. “My family wanted a girl child, but I was born—so my name is close to a girl’s name (Meghan),” he said jokingly. Both of them were engineering students. They too were visiting many of these places for the first time along with me. So my expectation of having a guide who would provide detailed information was not fulfilled. But I did get to know a lot about Kerala families and their relationships.

As soon as I entered the house, I was given the Wi-Fi password. The connection was excellent. Home-cooked breakfast and meals. A small, neat, and clean house. A window that made it feel like trees were within reach. A winding road and a cat playing on the railing of the building at the corner.

I felt as if I were a part of a painting—the surroundings were so calm. I really enjoyed it.

At the home-stay, I got to eat puttu–kadala curry, appam, and local fish. Puttu–kadala curry is a very popular and traditional breakfast dish in Kerala. When I first saw it on the plate, I thought it was chole–rice.

But the taste of freshly grated coconut in the puttu was delightful. Puttu is a steamed dish made from rice flour and grated coconut. It is steamed vertically in a special puttu mould, which makes it very soft. The accompanying kadala curry is made from black chickpeas. It contains coconut, roasted spices, and tempering with curry leaves. It is a thick, flavourful curry. The dish is not only tasty but also healthy. I could eat puttu–kadala curry any number of times without getting bored—provided it is readily available, of course.

I enjoyed chatting with the two young men who accompanied me throughout the day. At their insistence, I even tasted toddy with lunch. It is mildly sour in taste. At the eatery, people of all ages from families were seen enjoying toddy together. Even though it was a Wednesday (not a holiday), the place was full.

I, of course, had only a couple of sips.

Shri Padmanabhaswamy Temple

The most famous temple in Thiruvananthapuram—Shri Padmanabhaswamy Temple. There are special rules regarding dress here. Vishwanath and Bindu had already informed me about them. Men must keep the upper part of the body bare (remove their shirt) and wear a mundu or dhoti. Women are ideally expected to wear a saree. Nowadays, however, wearing a mundu over salwar-kameez (called mundu-neriyathu) is also accepted. Sarees or mundus are available on rent within the temple premises. Before leaving the home-stay, Bindu had given me a brand-new mundu from her own belongings to use. I wrapped it around my salwar while entering the temple. During the security check, a woman police officer noticed that the mundu was not properly tied and could come loose anytime. After the checking was over, she tied it properly for me.

The temple is very large. It is believed to be the richest temple in the country. People were standing quietly in queues. There were people who came regularly for darshan before going to office, and there were some tourists like me. In one part of the temple, collective chanting of Vishnu Sahasranama was going on. At one time, I had memorised it (someone had challenged me saying, “You can’t do it,” and I accepted the challenge and memorised it in a few hours—that’s another story). So the subsequent verses were echoing in my mind. I haven’t recited Vishnu Sahasranama for many years, but the mind works in strange ways.

As the name suggests, this is a Vishnu temple. One can see Vishnu in the Ananta Shayana posture here. The temple was built in the eighth century and renovated in the eighteenth century by Travancore king Marthanda Varma. The Travancore kings had an inseparable connection with this temple. In 1750, King Marthanda Varma made the historic declaration of “Thrippadidanam,” through which the entire kingdom of Travancore was dedicated to Lord Padmanabhaswamy. After that, the kings referred to themselves as “Shri Padmanabhadas” (servants of the Lord). It is said that they believed the kingdom belonged to God and the king was merely a servant.

The temple architecture is a blend of Kerala and Dravidian styles. I read that there are 12,008 shaligrams in the sanctum—but I did not see any. As in many temples, priests were pushing people, and there was a separate queue for those who paid more money. Once again, the usual question arose in my mind—how can so-called devotees create money-based inequality before God?

One special feature of this temple is that darshan happens through three doors. Through the first door, one can see Lord Vishnu’s face and chest; through the second, the midsection; and through the third, the feet. The reclining idol is eighteen feet long. The temple is calm and beautiful. My mind felt peaceful. I just wished I had received better information about the temple. Sometimes, when we don’t know what to look for, we fail to really see—and that happened here too.

Kuthiramalika Palace

Visiting Kuthiramalika Palace gave me a vivid glimpse of Kerala’s royal history. This palace belonged to the Travancore kings and is adjacent to the Padmanabhaswamy Temple. The entire palace is built of wood, and the carved horse motifs on the ceiling especially draw attention. The palace was built by Maharaja Swathi Thirunal—who was not just a king, but also a renowned musician and patron of the arts. Every hall in this palace bears testimony to the dynasty’s aesthetic sensibility, cultural awareness, and love for art.

The palace now houses a museum with various royal artefacts. We were guided by a woman guide who provided good information. Since photography is not allowed, people moved ahead quickly. One interesting thing I noticed was that people in the royal lineage did not have similar facial features. Then I realised that succession did not pass from father to eldest son, but to the sister’s sons. In other words, kingship was matrilineal. Therefore, royal names also appeared different. Of course, this is just my observation; I do not have complete information.

Napier Museum

This museum was established in 1855, and later, in 1880, the present grand building was constructed. The building was named after Lord Napier, the then Governor of the Madras Presidency. The museum preserves many rare artefacts related to Kerala’s history. These include ancient bronze and brass idols, ivory carvings, traditional Kerala musical instruments, weapons, and artefacts related to the Travancore royal family. We walked around leisurely here, and I took many photographs.

Laurie Baker’s Institutional Campus

“If you are going to Trivandrum, do visit Laurie Baker’s campus,” a friend who is an architect had insisted. The boys who were with me didn’t even know the name Laurie Baker. So we kept wandering while trying to locate the place. At one point, we reached an organisation run by a women’s self-help group. Seeing visitors arrive, the women workers left their meals aside and got up. Since we had already come there, we decided to see their work as well and gathered detailed information. They then told us how to reach Laurie Baker’s institutional campus.

There, we met a senior official named Anil Kumar. We learnt that redevelopment work is underway in the area where Laurie Baker had lived. There is also a training centre here.

Laurie Baker was a British–Indian architect. He was born in England and completed his education there. After the Second World War, he came to India. Using local materials (and thus reducing cost) and building environment-friendly structures was his hallmark. He built more than two thousand buildings—homes, schools, hospitals, churches, and more. By consciously rejecting extravagance, showiness, and excessive cost, he placed people, nature, and need at the centre of architecture. In 1990, the Government of India honoured him with the Padma Shri award.

I really liked the multi-storeyed brick library that we saw here.

There is no extravagance—but the natural light, airy structure, and use of bricks make the space feel very alive. We climbed three floors. On each floor, we stomped our feet hard on the wooden planks (as suggested by Anil Kumar) and realised how strong the building is. There is also one living room on each floor, where trainees stay. It felt good to have seen something new.

While leaving, Vishwanath and Meghan said, “Oh God, our aunt (or uncle) has installed glass panes everywhere in the new home-stay they’ve built—this kind of brick construction would have been so much better.” Hearing this made me happy. Actually making changes may not be in their hands right now, but it is important that they at least realise that there are good alternatives.

There had been a lot of walking throughout the day. We were all tired. Even so, it was already past four by the time we returned home.

Returning Home

Both Kanyakumari and Trivandrum gave me a wonderful time. I got a lot of calmness over the week. I spent time by the sea. I saw new things. I met new and old people. Some old chapters came to a close—which was necessary. Not just people, but places also shape us. I will always remain grateful to Kerala and Tamil Nadu for that.

The next morning, I went to Trivandrum station and boarded the train to Pune. While bidding farewell to Trivandrum, I told myself—and Tamil Nadu and Kerala too—“I will come again” 😊 Whether I actually return or not, I am certain that the memories of these days will remain with me.