Thursday, May 20, 2010

FELLOW-FEELING


I was looking for a Khalil Gibran quote. I knew it was there in one of the paperbacks I have, but did not recall which one. I went to my study looking for it.

The books were in a total disarray. Giving up the search for the quote for the time being, I decided to rearrange them on the shelves in some order so that one would not have to launch a search the next time.

As I dusted the books one by one and put them in their assigned places, a book caught my attention. It was a Malayalam paperback: ‘Vasco da Gaamayum, Charitrattile Kaanappuranngalum’ (Vasco da Gama and the Unseen Pages of History) by Sathyan Edakkad. I am not much of a history buff and did not recall having purchased it. My wife Bhawani is interested in history, but it was very unlikely that she would have purchased a book written in Malayalam.

It appeared to be a new book, not read by either of us. How did it reach here? I wondered. Bhawani refreshed my memory, Santanu had dropped it in your bag at the Fort in Kannur.

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My Bengali friend Santanu and his wife Arundhati were on a ten-day visit to Kerala. Santanu was a colleague and we have known each other for over three decades. Santanu had taken an early severance and turned to writing and translation and had published a few books, which, I guess, were a modest success.

Though they had lived for a while in Kerala as Santanu was employed here, they had not had the chance to ‘experience’ Kerala. We decided to drive down from Trivandrum (in the southern tip) where we lived, to my hometown Kannur (500+ kms to the north) with a few pitstops. They would stay with us in Trivandrum for a couple of days, travel the longish stretch with us over three days and stay with us and my mother in Kannur for a few days.

While in Kannur, we went round seeing places of interest in and around Kannur like the Pazhassi Project, the Arackal Museum, the Muzhappilangad beach (Arundhati quips that the name is as hard as the beach. The beach, in case you did not know, is so hard that you can drive cars on the sand at 60 kmph!) and the like.

One of our destinations was the recently beautified premises the St Angelo’s Fort on Kannur Beach. A seashore fort, it's a photographer's delight, etched against the blue sky. The spirit of the past still echoes within the walls of this fort and continues to enthrall its visitors.

As soon as we crossed the moat (apparently built to protect the fort from aggressors) and entered the premises made up of massive laterite stones built on a rocky promontory, a young policeman accosted us. His epaulet had a brass plaque which read TOURIST POLICE.

The sergeant was very friendly. He asked us if it was the first time we were visiting the fort. He told us the chequered history of the fort in brief. As he walked us through the endless corridors of the fort, up the turret and through the manicured lawns, the spool unreeled: how it was built in 1505 by Dom Francisco de Almeida, the first Portuguese Viceroy of India and how it changed hands many times over..

Almeida had refused to accept the appointment of Afonso de Albuquerque in 1509 as the new Portuguese governor. Desperate to continue as the boss of what he considered ‘the gains of his hard work’; he went to war with Albuquerque and imprisoned him in this fortress. After three months of confinement, Albuquerque went on to become the governor when the mutiny was suppressed with the arrival of a larger fleet from Portugal in October 1509.

In 1663, the fort was captured by the Dutch from the Portuguese. They sold it to Ali Raja (of the Arackal Dynasty) of Kannur. After the ascendancy of the British in Malabar, in 1790, the British seized control of the fort, renovated and strengthened it and transformed into their most important military station in Malabar.

We were surprised and impressed by the cop’s knowledge. We could not resist the temptation to ask him how he learnt all this. He said he was shocked at the ignorance surrounding the earliest European fort in India. When he was posted there, he said, the impression among the locals was that it was Tipu Sultan who had constructed the fort! As a tourist cop, Sathyan had to face a barrage of questions about the fort from visitors to which he had no answers. That made him brush up his history. He spent a lot of time reading up history and became a walking encyclopedia on the fort and its legends.

As we complimented him on his interest and knowledge and thanked him and wished him well, he smiled shyly and said, ‘I have written a book exploding the myth of Vasco da Gama’s landing at Kappad in 1498.’ I leafed through the copy he showed me. The book, written in Malayalam, challenged a basic historical assumption. ‘Two of Vasco da Gama’s sailors landed at Kappad,’ Sathyan says in the book, ‘but Gama stepped ashore 12 km north, at a place called Panthalayini Kollam.’

Santanu asked him, ‘How much does this book cost?’ Sathyan named the price. Santanu, who cannot read Malayalam, bought a copy. As I wondered why, he said, ‘This is the least that a struggling author can do to encourage another.’

10 comments:

anilkurup59 said...

This interaction with this tourist cop I m certain must have been an interesting experience.
In contrast the ridiculous and nonsense that is coughed by the so called guides stationed at various tourist locales of historical significance Sathyan is an erudite who has laboured to make his profession one of learning,fun and enjoyment not only to himself but to the many who venture into his forte.

I recall the guide at the Agra Fort whose woeful knowledge was shameful and comments stupid. There was this guide who was chuckling and reminding me of the many wives Shajahan had and wanted me to enjoy his tongue in cheek comments on Shajahan's marital and extra martial exploits and his giggle that ensued.
Perhaps you can give me some details about the book and where it can be bought from.

Ashok Menath said...

Sathyan and Santanu. I wonder how foolish these people are. Sathyan (he is a Tourist Police constable, right?) wasted his money and energy to learn history (Of all things!). He should have concentrated on his increments, pay revisions, DA etc etc and used his ‘position’ to make some extra money from all those disturbing visitors. Then Santanu, I can’t comprehend how one can spend money on a book in some obscure language in the name of camaraderie. They certainly are not fit for this world.

anilkurup59 said...

I disagree with Ashok.
Sathyan I notice is a man who has cared to be sincere to his profession. When in the age where MBBS graduate doctors are churned out by the benefit of bonus marks and politically manipulated reservations and are unleashed amongst us as half baked physicians with authority to play with our lives at whim, the sincerity of a lay person like Sathyan is certainly a relief. There is at least somebody how so ever obscure who loves his profession. How else can one see and explain why Sathyan did his bit of research and got into the relegated facts of historical events and then disperse the knowledge to the tourists who venture to his forte? If Sathyan had stuck to the stereo typed ranting of a tourist guide would any of us who stray in to his domain ever know the subtle unknown nuances of history? Then the gentleman who bought this book in the ”obscure” language- well do not many of us have books that we bought for the love of books and letters but still have not read them? And is it not the quirk of fate that the book has now been opened wide by some one else.
Perhaps books like trees have to be bought or planted not for us but for the lives to follow.

A Stoic said...

I tend to agree with Menath. In any respectable institution, like some Public Sector Bank for example, a guy like that misfit of a Constable would have been dismissed long ago; and rightly so.

I have half a mind to report him to the 'concerned' Department.

wannabewodehouse said...

I had thought Ashok was making a tongue-in-cheek statement, but having read the responses of Anil Kurup and A Stoic, I am not so sure.

Ashok Menath said...

:(, (?,

I don't know which emoticon to use. Can you imagine the plight of someone who is asked to explain a spoof! I am totally incompetent. Perhaps, A Stoic could help....
:)

A Stoic said...

@Menath.

What sort of people are we!!
Can't anyone take a joke for what it is, any more?


ha ha!

Ashok Menath said...

Stoic,
Blame it on the times we live.

anilkurup59 said...

Pretty interesting! And poor Sathyan and Santanu will not be aware of the hullabaloo they have unwittingly triggered.
Should't we all see the comments on this post with a bit of stoicism. Where we probably miss the subtleties is in trying to express ourselves with a serious air.
One can understand the exasperation of people (includes me as well) who are tethered and constricted by the unwritten rules of their profession. Sitting in the chairs we did not aspire for I understand is destined to make us envious of the Sathyans. And hence wee choose to be spiteful to onurselves.
But looking back don't most of us wonder 'why did not I'? 'And why Sathyan'?

Kaushik Chatterjee said...

Envying you Santanu da with all my heart, soul and spirit!