Pondicherry via Chidambaram

14th January, 2019 – Chidambaram and Pondicherry

We set off for our two nights in Pondicherry but detoured via Chidambaram, which was good as it had been the subject of a fair amount of the book by Michael Wood, ‘A South Indian Journey’ that Val and I had read, so in a way we felt we knew quite a lot about it already, though we were not going to be able to immerse ourselves in it as he did as we only had a morning to see the sights.

We were a day away from Pongol, the harvest festival and the need to get the sugar cane home was growing intense…

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The sensible way to carry sugarcane on your motorbike.
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Not so clever if you meet someone coming the other way!
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Unloading more sugar cane.
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Travelling through the countryside…
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Mutton curry on the move!

Chidambaram is one of the holiest Hindu sites as it is where Shiva performed his cosmic dance as Nataraja, the King of the Dance and, as you might have guessed, there is a temple dedicated to it, the Sabhanayaka Nataraja Temple. Legend has it that King Hiranyavarman performed a pilgrimage here from Kashmir, to find a cure for his leprosy. This he did find by bathing in the temple’s tank. He was so pleased, he enlarged the temple and brought in 3,000 brahmins of the Dikshitar caste. Their descendants, distinguishable by top-knots of hair at the front of their heads are the ritual specialists of the temple to this day.

The temple has the usual huge gopuras set in a 55 acre complex divided by 4 concentric walls. The oldest parts were built by the Cholas and unusually, the temple is privately owned (most temples in Tamil Nadu are state-funded) and dependent on pilgrims’ donations. One of the first sights we saw were the enormous chariots that are used in the Car Festival processing along the 4 Car streets surrounding the temple.

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The Chariots outside the Sabhanayaka Nataraja Temple, Chidambaram.

We entered through one of the gopuras with its usual array of fantastical gods, goddesses and other figures.

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The gopura, Chidambaram.
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Scary (or is he welcoming) gate guardian at the gopura.

There were some interesting characters…..

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That’s how you do it!
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Some of the brahmin Dikshitar priests. Brahmins will always have a tread draped across their chests.

And, of course there is a fabulous array of carving and buildings to savour.

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Do not try this at home! That said, I am hoping to achieve something similar after my yoga course, here in Thailand. Watch this space!
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Another massive doorway.
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The Shivaganga tank – I am not sure if it is still a cure for leprosy.
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Going into the temple, but no cameras beyond this point.
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I always feel that having that many arms was a distinct advantage for the gods in their fight for good over evil.

And finally, a random selection of photos that don’t seem to fit any of the categories above…

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Brahmin priests/monks, with their hair down.
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An impressive bit of painting!
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Not sure what these were used for, but lovely colours.

All very fascinating and much enlivened by our very nice and mildly eccentric guide, Balu, who had a wonderful sense of humour, is a brahmin and walked with a crutch due to a fall. Sadly I did not take a photo of him, but he was the sort of person you could happily spend more than a day with.

It was time to head off again, through a definite rice bowl area to Pondicherry.

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Rice paddy.

Now we had had a bit of a saga about our accommodation at Pondicherry as the previous evening I had received a message from our tour company that the hotel we were due to stay at, Maison Perumal, which we had booked back in July, 2018, had announced that they could not now afford us a room – all this within 24 hours of us turning up. Initially the tour company suggested we head north to Mahabalapuram first and then return to Pondicherry 2 days later and then head north again, but that would have involved considerably more driving and so, after a lot of calls and toing and froing, we booked ourselves into what is apparently one of the top places to stay in Pondicherry, La Villa. We are still working on refunds/compensation, but we certainly could not complain about our new hotel. It only has 6 or 8 rooms, I think, is very luxurious and the food was some of the best I have ever eaten (the chef is from Paris), so we have not suffered much, as you can see!

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Our amazing suite at La Villa, Pondicherry.
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Our balcony, La Villa, Pondicherry.
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Resting easy.
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It was very nice!
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Val had visited a lot of temples!
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The pool outside our room door, La Villa, Pondicherry.

Pondicherry – or Puducherry to give it its new name is certainly a bit different having been a French enclave in the British Raj and only joining the rest of India in 1954, 7 years after independence and it is actually a Union Territory. The older part is split in two by a canal with Ville Noire being the preserve of the Indians and Ville Blanche that of the French (the British used to do something similar in many of their towns in India). The town had been known to Greek and Roman geographers as ‘Poduke’and was an important staging-post on the maritime trade between Rome and the Far East (a Roman amphitheatre has been unearthed nearby).

Val and I went for a walk down to the promenade along the beach looking out over the Bay of Bengal. Note the uniforms of the policemen!

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Policemen in their red ‘kepis’, Pondicherry.
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The sea front, Pondicherry
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French influence in the architecture – and the religion.
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War memorial to French Indian soldiers that gave their lives in the World Wars.
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Large statue of Mahatma Gandhi.
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A rather sad looking lighthouse.
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I want to live here – with the Hobbits!
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Or here, at the Raj Nivas, if the Lieutenant Governor of Pondicherry doen’t mind

And so to bed, with a fabulous dinner inside us and another exciting day tomorrow

 

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