Showing posts with label Karur. Show all posts
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Monday, March 10, 2008

Kodumanal : Stone spell

Kodumanal: beautiful but neglected, says SOMA BASU


A BURIAL site for an RLT trip? Everybody thought I was crazy. Maybe I was, but this "ghostland" was no ordinary one. As I discovered, my destination was a place of tremendous archaeological value, historicity and antiquity. And so here is the story of this surprise of surprises by the banks of the river Noyyal.

Once known as Kodumanam and today as Kodumanal, it is a neglected area with remains of a megalithic settlement dating back to the 2nd Century B.C. Apparently, this was the centre the Romans used to visit to obtain beryls in the beginning of the Christian era! Excavations carried out three decades ago unearthed the importance of this place, but yet it remains like a forgotten chapter in history.

Kodumanal village is so unknown that I draw a blank whenever I ask for directions on my way from Dindigul to Dharmapuram to Kangeyam village. Everybody thinks I am confusing my destination with Kodumudi, famous for its three-in-one temple of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. This sleepy hamlet lies between Coimbatore and Erode and exceptionally well-maintained tar-topped roads lead you to the site. The only people who were able to help with directions were the really elderly ones.

The credit of discovering the site, which extends over 50 hectares, goes to the State Archaeological Department. It acted on a tip off from a local person — Ramaswamy, manager of Thangaman temple in the village, near whose house stands one of the megalithic stones. It wasn't an easy task for Ramaswamy to convince people of the importance of the stones. He had spent years trying to tell people — even those in history, literature and other research departments of universities — that his village was no ordinary village.

Megalithic tombs

Finally, help came in the late Seventies. Excavations revealed layers of a megalithic-cum-early historic period. Two females and one male human skeleton were recovered from a pit burial, 300 megalithic tombs of different types and sizes were observed and recorded, Roman artefacts, iron melting furnaces, beads, shell bangles and pottery with the Brahmi script were recovered from the habitation deposits and burials.

It was believed that the megalithic communities flourished from 2nd Century B.C. to 2nd Century A.D. The inhabitants were highly skilled craftsmen specialising in making beads and high quality iron. The place is referred to in Sangam literature as an important industrial centre that had links with the Chola port city of Kaveripoompattinam.

But sadly, this place that traded in precious stones such as garnet and quartz and produced the finest iron (legend, probably apocryphal, has it that the rustless wonder called the Iron Pillar in Qutub Minar was produced here!) is uncared for today.

The neglect is so obvious that one finds several of the megalithic stones — a number that has dwindled to 100 for unknown reasons — hidden behind tall and wild plants and weeds.

The stones are scattered all over and children, ignorant of the site's importance, play and cause further damage to what survives. Ramaswamy and his son try to keep some spots with megalithic stones clean to preserve them for posterity.

Located by the north bank of river Noyyal, a tributary of the Cauvery, Kodumanal holds out plenty of charm. What did I do? I walked and walked around in the area with an eerie feeling of stepping into an ancestral past. Even gazing at the stones filled me with amazement.

I crossed the river on a makeshift wood plank to reach the village temple on the other side.

With coconut groves in the background and many water birds flying low over the river, I wondered why such a beautiful place that boasts of so much history should be allowed to decay. Would writing an RLT help in some way to restore its diminishing glory?

Courtesy: http://www.hindu.com/mp/2005/03/19/stories/2005031902020100.htm

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Aarnaataan Malai : Travel back in time

For a glimpse of the lives led by the Jain monks of 1-2 AD, says SUBHA J RAO

PHOTOS: K. ANANTHAN

A SPOT FOR MEDITATION The Jain caves at Aarnaataan Malai

Six hundred steps to the top, lots of greenery and a temple at the top. The real action starts a hundred steps below the no-frills place of worship, which finds a place even in saint Arunagiri Nadhar's compositions.

Prickly vines criss-cross a beaten, meandering path that leads us to caves peopled by Jain monks in 1-2 AD in Aarnaataan Malai (mountain of six revenue villages) or Pugazhi Malai (a mountain with fame), as it is locally called.

As we trudge along the path, dotted with shrubs and jagged stones, a steady buzz draws our attention.

A mammoth beehive sways dangerously, sending out a colony of angry bees.

Mani, our guide, pauses to let the bees calm down, before he takes us through rocks and then some more.

A pair of vertical rocks stand sentinel as they have been doing for centuries. The shrubs abruptly disappear, allowing us a glimpse of a fast-developing city.

Silver smoke spirals out of a sugar factory.

Suddenly a pink-brown cave, which looks as if someone has carved it out of the rock face, zooms into view.

It is not very big, but nonetheless daunting because of the enormous rock face that doubles as its roof.

The speciality

So, what's special about this? I wonder. Palaeontologist A.R.K. Arun points to the raised slabs chiselled on the smooth rocks.

"Stone beds," he informs us.

The Jain monks, who lived here in seclusion worked on the naturally formed granite caves to create a dwelling.

According to lore, they would venture to the plains only to showcase the yogic skills they had learnt in the intervening period.

The beds are nothing more than an elevated headrest and a slightly depressed length of rock to rest on.

I try sitting on one of the slabs in an attempt to connect with a person who lived and died here centuries ago.

An inexplicable emotion grips me. Locals, who come here to meditate, insist the vibrations here are all-powerful.


You can also spot Tamil Brahmi inscriptions on the walls, some of which have bowed to the ravages of time and are not discernible.

Modern-day carvings by desperate lovers jarringly co-exist.

The Archaeological Survey of India protects the caves and until some decades ago, one could travel from one cave to the other. In the passageway, used to be the feted `Ramar Paadam', an impression said to be the feet of Lord Rama. Then, the passage was closed.

To enter the second cave, which used to be peopled by a group of monks, one has to walk around the hillock. I pass by the dwelling of another ascetic. He found a corner of the hill where the hot sun did not penetrate. You have to climb a couple of rocks and heave yourself up with the aid of a hardy tree nearby to reach his abode.

A rock lizard guarding its pearl-like eggs scampers past sensing human movement.

It is difficult not to succumb to the temptation of sitting on the stone bed. The feldspar-embedded stone is ice-cold to touch, maybe why the monk chose it in the first place.

Watch your step

I then walk towards the second cave, passing by a moss-covered pond. It is said that the monks went there to bathe. This is windy terrain and walking on the rocks is a delicate exercise. It is best to go barefoot so that you feel your next step.

The local administration had put in place an iron fence on the way to the second cave, to help people get a better grip, but miscreants have left just a portion behind.

This stretch is slippery and the short walk an arduous exercise.

The breathtaking sight from the cave makes up for all the trouble.

You can see the nearby villages, a sea of green and enjoy the cool breeze.

Inside, the air is laced with the odour of ammonia, courtesy a bat colony.

A meditation plank has been chiselled in the centre, possibly for the senior-most monk, with space reserved around it for the others. The ASI board at the entrance lists certain names carved on the rocks. Like three generations of Chera kings, Sangam-era names like pittan, kotran, keeran and oori and the names of gold and textile merchants of that era.

How to go there

Aarnaataan Malai is part of Velayudhampalayam and is 18 km from Karur and 30 km from Namakkal.

Courtesy: http://www.hindu.com/mp/2006/08/19/stories/2006081900120200.htm