India and Saris is a love story dating centuries back and there is no garment that dresses a woman with more elegance than this 5 meter piece of woven craftsmanship.
In the village of Thirbuvanam almost every house owns a handloom. On my last visit, I had the great pleasure of meeting Mr. Jothi, a master weaver. He explained, that the fine silk from the factory is too thick, so its manually split into three, producing an almost invisible thread, that is used to hand weave the most wonderful Saris, interwoven with artistic gold and silver patterns. This craft has been part of this region for generations. No wonder then, that these silk saris are considered among the finest in India.
Boycott politics, because they are the slaves of the rich corporations
Boycott rich corporations, because they are the slaves of power and greed
Boycott main stream media, because they are the slaves of the manipulation of politics and rich corporations.
Boycott racism, nationalism, patriotism and religion, because they enslave your mind
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
‘Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Bob Marley
“YOU ARE NOT THIS BODY
YOU ARE NOT THIS MIND
YOU ARE THE SPIRIT…
THIS IS THE GREATEST TRUTH.” H.H. Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi
We were born into a place without our consent.
We were born into a family without our choice.
We were born into a culture without our knowledge.
We were born innocent, small and pure.
So how can there be racism, patriotism, nationalism and the following of a particular religion?
Let’s imagine ourselves to be born somewhere else, in another culture, to another race!
Lets imagine ourselves to be devoid of the pre fabricated lies we were told to believe.
What keeps us from being the human we were born in the first place, devoid of religion, cast and creed? Just full of love with an open heart towards all beings and all forms of live.
What keeps us from discarding the stories of hatred, greed and selfishness we have been told?
The space between the second that was and the second to come is the only place you are truly in reality. Only if thinking stops and you perceive the world without thought you are in harmony with your SELF, your surroundings and the universe. You become an observer and part of this great cosmic play. Unless we connect to the primordial power, we will never know who we truly are.
What if life was like a beautiful song?
We would cherish each sound, not the beginning nor the end
We would be part of each note in our heart
Living the moment in silence and joy
Yet we created a world, a system, where each one toils
For something better to come, a goal, heaven, a dream
From young we tell them that grades are important
That only then they will reach somewhere
Then we tell them again, that to serve a system
Will make them happy, fulfilled and free
That nation, religion, race are the final goal
Even a god we created that would give us heaven
If we served and did as the rule book told
So they work and toil all for for some one else
and for dreams they’ve been told
Till they are old, weak and worn out by life
The goal they were told had never been found
A thousand voices of inspiration telling me to go out and speak of what I have to say.
To listen to music without words
Is to leave your mind behind
To leave your mind behind
Meditation takes you to the source
And the source of all is sound
What ever little we know from history, Kochi always seems to have been a vibrant port by the Arabian sea, gaining importance after the Dutch, Portuguese and Brits came to trade and occupy. Initially the city was frequented by Roman, Chinese and Arab traders. They all had one thing in common. They came for the wealth of spices and precious woods and in turn left indelible marks on the history and cuisine of the city. Kochi developed into a major trading port dealing in pepper, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves and other goods. Till today Kerala is world wide famous for great quality spices.
Kochi was frequented by many great travellers, scholars and traders like Fa Hien and Vasco da Gama among others. Their tales and reports contributed significantly to the growth of the city and made Kochi the most important trading points in India.
Few urban pockets in any city would offer such an engaging mix of history, culture, culinary treats, as the historical area of Fort Kochi, located right on the busy harbour mouth with ships and fishing vessels moving in and out. There are museums, art galleries, cafes, the famed fishing nets and shopping on Princess Street. You can see some of the last remnants of Dutch Colonial style houses, with their steeply angled roofs and tall windows.
If you love to retrace the footsteps of ancient cultures, myths and legends you certainly have to come to this part of India. If you are keen to explore more than just the century and measurements of temples then this is the place. If you share my fascination of mythology and the socio economic background of some of the most astonishing achievements of 3000 years ago, then Kumbakonam is the place to experience. This is the land before religion, where Shiva, the all-pervading form of existence is worshipped as the five elements and the nine celestial bodies, the planets. Take a step back into time when the Vedas and Upanishads were written, studied and explored. A time where sound was an understood as an in music manifested emotion. Shiva’s Tandava at Chidambaram is nothing less than the victory of our supreme self over the destructive elements of our ego.
If you take time to explore this area, you explore shrines and arts that reflect the spirit of ancient science, where the influence of the cosmos on our physical and mental system was studied and explored. The culture of South India right up to the invasion of the British indicates a socio political system of a very high order, where a loosely formed caste system set the base for a non violent coexistence. No surprise, that this culture was of great interest to others and travelled far and served as the foundation of the temples of Ankor Wat and the Hindu faith in Bali.
In compare to the Northern part of the country, South India was untouched by islamic wars and invasions and retained a less diluted form of its ancient knowledge.
The British in turn were after the material riches and even forcefully tried to eradicate local knowledge, rather than learning from it. Much of India’s wisdom was forced underground and is being gradually revived. Ayurveda, Yoga, Kalaripayattu and other forms of physical, mental and spiritual healing are rediscovered, to a large extend also fuelled by western curiosity and the recognition that western capitalism is turning into a proposition that raises more questions than providing answers. Besides this age old technics of healing there is an incredible wealth in art and music in this region.
For me a magical point of innate attraction and a must see is the Chidambaram Thillai Nataraja temple, considered to be the place, where Shiva danced his Tandava, the celestial dance of creation. The name of the city literally means “atmosphere of wisdom”. The temple architecture symbolises the connection between creative arts and the divine. The temple represents one of the five elements (air, ether) and is considered to be the geomagnetic centre of the earth.
Another very important cultural and historical part for Hindu faith are the Navagraha, or the temples of the nine planets. These shrines can be found in small villages or completely surrounded by fields.
Darasuram is not a living temple these days. Yet, it is a wonderful place to see the astonishing temple architecture in a smaller form. Its nice to observe the intricacies of the workmanship once not in neck craning heights. The temple boasts a wonderful insight into the temple art of South India including many fine and wonderful sculptures adorning walls and pillars.
Gangaikondacholapuram, another close by wonder, is known as an architectural and engineering marvel. It is open and without the traditional temple walls and has one of the largest statues of Nandi, Shiv’s bull in India.
When you look at one of the bronze idols in temples and shops, you look at a craft that goes back more than a thousand years. This art, is also known as the lost form. Statues are sculpted from wax, slowly covered in clay, dried, covered again and eventually baked in a kiln. The hot wax is drained from the freshly baked clay and and replaced with molten bronze. A fascinating art and by all means not as easy as it sound here, as only about 10% of the efforts prove to be effort of grace and beauty.
What I really love about Pondicherry is, that it has all those contrasts. One one side you walk in the shade of the tree lined french quarter with its colonial buildings, including french street signs and red barrette police. But once you cross the canal, separating the “white town” from the rest, you end up in a typical lively, loud South Indian town with all the street hawkers and colourful markets.
This is a city to discover on foot and relish and explore with your camera.
Moreover there is very little chance of getting lost. The streets are laid out in easy to navigate patterns unlike most other Indian cities.
One of my favourite spots in the city is the Indian coffee house on M.G. Road. I got introduced to these always clean and historical places way back in the late 80ties by my friend and Tabla Maestro Sandesh Popatkar of Nagpur. Indian coffee houses are an institution and were one of the first acts of defiance to the British Crown. Once you step rough their door, you get this kind of kind of dignified ambience of simple sophistication.
Another magnet for me is the “Goubert Market”, built by the french just a stone throw away from the French quarter. Kind of close enough to get your daily goods, but without being disturbed by the smell of the fish market and the noise of the bartering crowds. Its like entering another world, really loud and smelly at the fish market and really blissful quite and with fragrance in the air at the flower section. I just love to walk around this labyrinth of shops, point my camera, take a huge amount of pics and soak in the atmosphere. The garland makers have a really soft spot in my heart and I love to watch them create these works of art, to be used for weddings, ceremonies and at temples as an offering for the gods.
Once out of the market, I put on my old practised poker face, walk up to the Ricksha and negotiate a ride back home. My magic trick is to ask him to take me first to his favourite tea stall. This mostly opens a window to conversation and now he will not only take you to his tea stall, but also give you a tale of his city, proud to be your guide. As a contrast I suggest you take a INTAC heritage walk in the afternoon. Ashok, the architect will take you trough the french town and tell you about the efforts they do, to protect the heritage of the city. INTAC is an organisation, involved in protecting local heritage. There is no evening in Pondicherry without a walk by the sea. Imagine! the town closes its main road for traffic, so people can enjoy a walk. All of Pondicherry comes down here to walk, talk and enjoy the cool breeze and the sound of the waves in this amazing town by the bay of bengal.
Of course you can take a trip to Auroville too. A place where once the baby boomers of the west hoped to create a better world of eternal sunshine, joy and harmony. The place still exists and has this weird kind of “secret society” aura, a feeling I remember from San Francisco, when I stumbled by accident into the recruitment home of Scientology. In the same way the Aurobindo and Auroville Societies (they split some time ago over the difference of how to promote harmony)have an enormous political clout and own by now half the city.
For me, Spice Village and Periyar have always had this feeling of finally arriving. I just love the nature, the walks and the clean fresh air. And there is always sound, its never still and quite, there is a constant buzz of insects, birdcalls and the “whoo whoo” of the dark and beautiful Nilgiri Langur. Once on a bamboo raft we heard the tiger call, real close. Frantically we tried to get some speed ….and got stuck on one of those ghost like trees jutting out all over the lake. Took us half an hour of swearing and a bath to get going again. By that time of course, the most noble of all creatures had disappeared into the jungle. Another time we finally laid eyes on the most amazing “jurassic” experience – the Great Indian Hornbill. What a sound, the “whoosh, whoosh” of its giant wings vibrates the air and literally sends a shiver down your spine.
But in the national park there in not everything about wildlife. Roughly two generations ago the Indian Government decided to settle the indigenous communities outside the park. For them it was a big change. They had been living off the forest by collecting honey, herbs, firewood, fishing and occasional hunting. Kind of homeless they withered away, men took to alcohol, drugs and turned to poaching. Luckily some good initiatives offer new perspectives. Spice Village adopted the traditional grass thatch to offer jobs and the wildlife department educated young men into guides and guardians of the forest.
Last time in the Periyar forest, Prateesh, our naturalist and me were accompanied by Vishu from the Palia community. His granddad was still living completely off the forest and inside the park. We asked about the changes within such a short time. Honestly, I came out humbled of the park. So many times I had been there and was never aware of what knowledge these communities really had. Vishu told us about their indigenous system of medicine that could cure almost any disease just by using plants, bark and roots. He knew how to deal with snake bites and attacking elephants. Just a few month prior he had saved a lady that was surprised by an elephant rushing out of hiding. Brave Vishu with bare hands attacked the beast till it shied away. He told me with a chuckle that they actually play with the elephants on the meadows a show of strength. The winner gets the right of way. So next time you venture into the park, you know you are protected by the masters of the wild.
Travellers usually arrive at Periyar after a week or more of intense culture, temples and wonderful sights from the plains of Tamil Nadu. Periyar is just the oasis you need to digest all that you have learned from the world of wisdom, architecture, culture and art. Here you can dive into the sounds of nature, away from the blaring horns of day to day Indian traffic. Its the place to fill your lungs with fresh mountain air, often laden with the fragrance of flowers and the scent of spices grown here in such abundance.
Simply take a day or two off from travel and get spoiled by nature, after all you have reached “Gods own country”, Kerala.
Did you know that pepper originally comes from these hills and became one of the most valuable trading goods on the planet? Take time and visit one of the many spice plantations that dot the hills. Follow the accent of cardamom from its long leaved plant to its final use in our 50 Mile diet restaurant at Spice Village. Just spend a few hours aimlessly wandering trough our garden, watch the monkeys jump from tree to tree and the dog sized Giant Malabar Squirrel litter the pathways with petals of his favourite flowers.
Take time to do a tour of the resort and learn about all the eco measures that were taken to respect nature, the communities and to leave a minimum carbon footprint, while still offering you the best of international comfort. Spice Village in itself is worth a journey.
Madurai is one of the oldest living cities of the world. The center and the reason for the city is the complex of the Sri Meenakshi Temple. The immense and colourful Entrance doors (Gopurams) are visible even before you reach the city. To get to the temple is an experience in itself. Since the city was build in a rectangular pattern around the temple long time ago, the streets are narrow and full of people, cars and other means of transport. Its a real challenge for the driver to negotiate his car trough these alleys and lanes. Once you are there, the complex just seems to spread without end in each direction. Once you have passed the main gate you realise that there is another wall within, protecting shrines and ponds. You enter into a city, vibrant with pilgrims, here to ask for favours, fix marriages, hold ceremonies and simply come to devote some time to their inner healing. There are halls with shrines, dedicated to the planets. There are temples for Ganesha, the bringer of luck and two main shrines, one for the goddess Meenakshi and one to Shiva her consort. Their duality represents the static principle (Shiva) and the emotional or dynamic manifestation (Parvati). This duality or inseparability is repeated in Hinduism again and again, signifying each time the manifestation of a different aspect of life and the universe. There is always just not enough time inside Meenakshi, there is so much to see, learn and simply witness. Besides the wonderful temple, make sure to pass by at the Tirumal Nayak Palace, a Palace full of influence of different European cultural periods.