This photo in The
Hindu – Melange [the Hindu Metroplus] – b&w photo published on June 25,
1975, really made me nostalgic…… the unwritten details could be :
·
the water crisis in mid 1970s
·
the affable ‘Alwar’ ~ the elephant of
Sri Parthasarathi temple
·
the borewell pumps of those days in
every Street – those which quenched the thirst of thousands
this was a photo
taken in front of House no. 109, Thulasinga Perumal Kovil Street [TP Koil
Street]
Water crisis is
nothing new – Chennai with no good river often runs dry and Chennaites chase
water – earlier there used to be bore pumps where people would stand in queues
to get their turn, pumping it hard even in mid-night or early morning; chasing
water tankers [those days remember a tractor with name Vikravandi used to come
!] – either getting water direct from the vehicle tanks with eversilver and
plastic pots, buckets and more.
Cajoling the clouds,
fiddling with the ocean or digging deep into the earth - any idea even remotely
suggesting a solution to Chennai's water crisis has been eagerly lapped up by
officials over the years. Vestiges from the past may be pulled down, but
history often repeats itself -in Chennai, in the form of water scarcity . Right from the earliest records of the
erstwhile Presidency , paucity of water was a thorn in the side of the Raj. There have only been temporary measures - tap water from Kosasthalaiyar; then
Veeranam and so on.
The human-powered
pump designed to lift water from a depth of fifty metres or less was a big hit
of those days. The pump was designed in
the 1970s to serve village water needs in developing countries and rural areas.
The pump was installed on top of a
drilled well or borehole and lifted water from the bottom of the well through
repeatedly moving the pump handle up and down.
More than
anything else – is of course ‘ Azhwar ‘ – the temple elephant. I profess my love for elephants (more so for
the affable Azhwar, which lived in Triplicane – 4 decades ago….there is none in
Triplicane, the one who came after Azhwar, Mohan was a spoilt child… you
find many of them in Kerala – mostly owned by temples and few individuals. They are used for religious
ceremonies in and around the temples, and a few elephants work at timber
yards.
In my
young age, I was so fascinated by Alwar, the mighty yet very submissive Azhwar
probably never misbehaved. The gigantic
one would be bathed, decorated with Thiruman on its forehead and would walk
majestically in front in Perumal purappadu. At the end of the purappadu after Thiruvanthikappu, have seen Azhwar
offering ‘saamaram’ to Perumal and would walk backwards. It used to carry
sacred water (Thirumanjana kudam) from the temple tank, being taken in a
procession every morning.
The
feeding of the elephant was a much watched event. The mahout used to give it
large round balls of rice cake with jaggery, made in the temple. When it came
around in streets, people used to offer bananas, jaggery, and sugarcane – it
would also eat branches of tree. There were other reports that it was tamed so
much that it would happily drink coffee from nearby Vaitha hotel as also take
things like kadalai urundai.
The passing away of
affable Azhwar in 1977 (14th Feb 1977)
was indeed a very sad event. Many of us wept. The mortal remains were
kept for public viewing and thousands came to pay floral homage to it.
Thousands accompanied the funeral cart – when it was taken in a lorry and
buried at NKT Girls High school. Some months later (21st June 1977), a small
male calf aged 3 at that time was presented
to the temple – Mohan was a playful truant. All of us started enjoying its
little pranks. As it grew up, it became violent and more than a couple of
occasions, got wild, threw things on its way out violently and went running in
narrow lanes of Triplicane, making people feel threatened.
Unfortunately, during
that time there were more incidences of elephants turning violent and the then
Govt. banned usage of elephants especially during the Iyappa processions and
other public festivals. There were complaints from some quarters and the
cumulative effect saw the sending away of Mohan to Guindy Park and then to
Vandalur. Every time, I go to Vandalur and see a fully grown male elephant, I
reminisce that it could be Mohan whom I saw as a small less than 3 ft child
elephant.
Last time when I wrote
about my fascination for Temple elephants, one of my regular readers –
presented a different view on how the pachyderms suffer and sent me the book ‘
Elephant Doctor ‘ by Jeyamohan -
depicting the trouble of elephants in the forest due to misdeeds of drunken men
and the life of veterenarian Dr.
Krishnamurthy who dedicated his entire life to the wild
Yes temple elephants
may not be enjoying their freedom, chained most of the time, beaten sometimes
by the drunk mahouts and would end up doing sundry jobs for ekking out a living
for the mahout – yet, without thinking of the rationale, I would ever be happy to receive the blessing
from the elephant and feel its breathe coming out from its trunk.
An Elephant lover –
S. Sampathkumar
17th Oct
2015.
PS: Have so many photos of elephants – not putting any of
them in this post, as I am cherishing this old photo of Azhwar at TP Koil Street
It was an amazing read, sir. I am also an elephant lover. While browsing about Tamil Nadu's temple elephants came across your blog on Andal which directed me to Azhwar. Needed to ask few things. Can I get your contact?
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