“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux
First - the hotel. Large comfortable rooms, shady porches, a wonderful swimming pool. The property is a lovely
restored men's club on the outskirts of Karaikudi with the best food we've
had yet. Served home style and presided over by the 77 year old
Chettiear "madame" of the premises; she rules the roost with an iron hand. The
chef has worked for her for almost 50 years and while she doesn't cook
she devises the menus. Dinner last night started with pea soup, moved to
a shrimp course served with a wonderful bread and freshly grilled
vegetables. Next came a breaded sea bass with another mixed vegetable
dish and deep fried battered cauliflower. Grilled quail was next and the
meal finished with a spectacular strawberry panna cotta napped with
creme fraiche. All courses were served by liveried men who brought the
dishes round and round. One could eat each course several times if
desired. Looking back, I'd say this was the best eating experience of the trip.
The dark side: Outside the walls of the hotel, our driver Mammouj made his bed in the back of the van because the hotels either do not provide for the drivers or the drivers quarters are so dirty that he won't use them. Instead he chooses to sleep on a roll in the back of the van. He had to wash the van with bottled water - the hotel wouldn't provide it. There's always a "behind the beautiful forevers", wherever you go in India. There's the beautiful front and the "other" side, often more the reality in this country of great contrasts.
Several kilometers from the villages of Chettinad, lies
an Ayyanar temple which we visited next. In
South India, particularly Tamil Nadu, the Hindu village god Ayyanar is a
popularly worshiped deity. He is known as the protector of rural
villages and uniquely, the priests are usually non-Brahmins.
The temple we visited was crowded with large whimsically painted clay horses. Our guide explained that the horses are offered in gratitude to the Gods for good crops or good luck. If you have a good year, you contract with the local potter to create one of these wonderful creatures and donate it to the temple.
The temple was a delightful change from the huge formal complexes we've been touring. Worship takes place outside - it all seems so much simpler and more attractive than the complicated rites and ritual involved in traditional Hinduism. An architect who took us through one Hindu temple told us he had to hire a consultant priest to keep track of his religious obligations: birthdays (which change every year), anniversaries of deaths, births, weddings.
We spotted the two ladies with the beautiful saris entering the water and asked if they'd mind having their photos taken. They were delighted. The immersion has something to do with religion, not recreation.
Reluctantly, we tore ourselves away from the temple and returned to the Bangala for another great meal, this time a wonderful lunch of local food served on a banana leaf. The we stuffed ourselves back into the van and headed for Madurai, two hours away.
Money
was no object; only the best would do. Tiles were brought in from Spain
and Japan in their millions, thousands of tonnes of teak arrived from
Burma, and marble and extravagant crystal chandeliers came from Italy.
Mirrors were imported from Belgium, the steel came from the UK, and the
whole lot was combined with millions of hand-baked roof tiles and paint
made of hundreds of thousands of eggshells.
But the palatial abodes built from these international ingredients weren’t one-offs, the odd individual looking down on his less-fortunate neighbours; there were tens of thousands of them, scattered across an area of 1,500 or so square kilometres.
These are the mansions of Chettinad, an arid land of bush and scrub located in the heart of Tamil Nadu in southern India. Very little grows here; summer temperatures frequently exceed 40°C and the baked earth holds few resources of any value. But none of that mattered to the Chettiars; this parched backwater was a safe place for them to live, free from interference and in the lap of a self-created luxury.
Distant origins
The Nattukottai or Nagarathur Chettiars are a sub-caste of the Vaishya, the third-highest of the Hindu social classes. Their early history is sketchy at best, with no firm historical evidence to explain their origins. One legend suggests that a tsunami destroyed their coastal town and, fearing a repeat, they fled inland to the driest place they could find.
Following their arrival in this desolate part of Tamil Nadu, they made a modest living doing business locally, specialising in trade and banking. It was with the arrival of the British during the 18th century that their fortunes changed. British expansionism was rapidly engulfing South and Southeast Asia, country by country, and when the East India Company set up shop in Madras (now Chennai), the capital of Tamil Nadu, it brought the British and the Chettiars together. The British needed reliable and honest middlemen through whom they could deal with the locals, and the rajahs of southern India recommended the Chettiars, who had a reputation for reliability and honour.
Early business dealings primarily involved local transactions of modest sums, but in 1774, the headquarters of the East India Company was moved to Calcutta as the company looked to expand into Burma. The British ruled Burma from the 1820s to the 1950s, and the Chettiars were never far behind, doing business on an enormous scale. ‘The Chettiars understood the political and geographical context of this period and took full advantage,’ explains Michel Adment, a French architect who, along with his partner, Bernard Dragon, has lived in Chettinad since 2004. ‘The British essentially opened up these countries one by one, giving the Chettiars access.’
But despite trading in exotic and foreign materials in distant lands, the Chettiars always based their operations in Chettinad. ‘The Chettiars were very worldly, but their society was held together by very strict rules, such as marrying within the caste and land ownership,’ Dragon says.
At the height of the Chettiar’s success, they numbered more than 110,000, living in 96 villages and towns scattered across the region. They used the wealth they accumulated to build enormous, ornate mansions; the total number is difficult to ascertain, but is believed to have been as high as 60,000.
When Adment and Dragon arrived in Chettinad in 2004, the population was relatively unchanged, but the number of Chettiar villages had decreased to 73 (as well as two cities) and the number of mansions had dropped to about 25,000. ‘Houses are currently being demolished at a rate of 20 per month, and many more are ready to come down,’ says Meenakshi ‘Madame’ Meyyappan, a hotelier based in Karaikudi – the largest city in Sivaganga district and the unofficial capital of Chettinad – and the wife of a wealthy Chettiar who worked mostly in Malaysia. Others dispute these numbers, but Meyyappan is adamant: ‘How do you get all these warehouses full of our antiques if our heritage is not disappearing?’
Starting over
So what went wrong? While the Chettiars had made fortunes making Burma the rice bowl of Asia and developing coconut and rubber plantations throughout Southeast Asia, they also acted as local moneylenders. But during the first half of the 20th century, the development of nationalistic movements in Southeast Asian countries, the growth of legislation restricting indigenous banking and the increase of industrial opportunities within India for non-British businessmen all began to eat away at the Chettiars’ business empire.
But if there was a single action that could be held responsible for the ultimate crash, it was the British withdrawal from Burma. Almost 70 per cent of Chettiar wealth was concentrated there, and in the eyes of the new regime, the Chettiars were the accomplices of an unwanted ruler. They were forced to flee, leaving behind everything for which they had worked. Vast tracts of paddy field and business interests were abandoned as the Chettiars returned to Chettinad with nothing but the houses their fortunes had built.
Few Chettiars had bothered to invest in India, distrusting the country and disgusted by the endemic corruption, yet they now found themselves back there, unable to compete in areas where other businessmen had grown strong in their absence. The Chettiars essentially had to start from scratch. ‘No-one was able to continue because they had no money to lend, so they began educating their children, and are now becoming successful again,’ says Meyyappan.
But where did the money come from to educate this new generation? The mansions. One by one, they began to be dismantled and sold in the vast furniture and antique markets of Karaikudi and Chennai. With some properties containing more than 1,800 tonnes of teak alone, there was plenty of money to be made by selling the homes and their contents to India’s newly rich.
By 2006, more than half of the mansions had already been torn down. Dismayed by the rapid disappearance of this forgotten corner of India’s architectural heritage, Adment and Dragon contacted Dr Minja Yang, director of UNESCO’s New Delhi office. ‘I was aware of the Tamil traditional house layout of the succession of courtyards, but I did not know about Chettinad,’ Yang explains. ‘I must say, I was impressed when I first saw the town-planning ambition of these Chettinad villages – their wide streets, the buildings aligned in an orderly manner.
‘Looking at the facades of “hybrid” style, that funny mix of Europe and Asia, it made me think of the “native” colonial style of some buildings in Vietnam,’ she continues. ‘When I walked into the Chettinad houses, I was blown over by the harmony and the tranquil beauty, despite the rather busy decorative features in some of the houses.’
Yang immediately set to work, attempting to convince the national, state and local authorities to protect, conserve and enhance the villages and towns of Chettinad. ‘We decided to “adopt” Chettinad as one of the UNESCO cultural itinerary routes in India, and started to multiply our contacts and official meetings with the cultural and tourism authorities of the Tamil Nadu state government,’ she says.
Rescue mission
In 2006, the newly formed Revive Chettinad Development Project successfully petitioned UNESCO to place Chettinad on its watch list for the World Monument Fund. As the project gained momentum, it began to receive backing from the French government, as well as the state government of Tamil Nadu and the Indian Ministry of Culture and Tourism.
Once funding had been secured, the next hurdle was figuring out exactly how to save the mansions. ‘There was no real conservation plan in an urban context in India. Chettinad was really the pilot project,’ Dragon explains.
Because of the region’s remoteness, and lack of any local written records, no-one knew how many mansions there had been to begin with, nor how many were left. There weren’t even any maps. So the first step was to carry out a detailed survey of the whole of Chettinad, a group of architects and urban planners, as well as a French geographer working for six months to document what was left.
The next step was to start work on saving the mansions themselves. Here they faced another set of obstacles. First, there was the Chettiars themselves. Many still lived abroad or in one of India’s major cities. Many also had little interest in their old family palaces, having left them in the hands of housekeepers and butlers, who dealt with the day-to-day upkeep but had no power when it came to decisions about the property.
Then there was the issue of multiple ownership. As these were family homes, ownership was split between the male heirs, and any decisions about sales or restorations could only be made with the agreement of all of those heirs.
Some outsiders were lucky. When the Indian hotel group CGH Earth, which specialises in heritage properties in southern India, decided to rent and restore one of the properties in the village of Kanadukathan, it discovered that it only had one owner, who readily agreed. Between 2005 and 2007, the company carried out a meticulous restoration of the 80-year-old art-deco-styled building using traditional techniques. Thus was born the Visalam Hotel, the first hotel opened by non-Chettiars in the region.
‘When we opened, all the Chettiars came to see,’ says Johny Peter, the hotel’s general manager. ‘They didn’t stay or come to eat, but just to have a look. Now they all call CGH Earth and ask if we want to lease their mansion.’
Peter acknowledges that the mansions are in a dangerous position, but sees the Chettiars themselves as the ultimate hurdle. ‘Their attitudes have to change, and the Visalam leads through example,’ he says.
Great potential
Tourism is vital in bringing much-needed capital into the region. The Visalam may lead, but others are now following. ‘The Chettinad region has a great potential for heritage-based development because of the diversity of its tangible and intangible heritage,’ Dragon explains. ‘Sustainable tourism should be an opportunity for the development of the region, but local authorities have to make the region ready for such a development by improving infrastructure, implementing conservation and protection plans at regional and village levels, and helping the inhabitants by giving grants for the restoration of their homes.’
Yang is more blunt. ‘It seems absolutely crazy to allow the incredible built heritage of these towns and villages to decay,’ she says. ‘It’s like allowing oil to spill into the open sea without capping it and making use of it.’
But saving a mansion is a lot more work and far more expensive than destroying or even maintaining one. And with people regularly knocking on their doors offering to buy the valuable resources inside, there is a constant temptation for the Chettiars to simply take the money and run. So the question now is, will they take as much pride in saving their heritage as their ancestors did in building it?
October 2011
Paul is such a cynic. In much of India, I have to admit we didn't really know where we were going. We thought the Bangala hotel was only a stop on the way between spectacular temples, en route to the really big thing ahead - the Meenakshi temple complex in Madurai, one of the largest and most important in India. None of us knew a thing about the Chettiars and their extraordinary houses. Here's what our tour brief described:
"These houses are built on a rectangular traversal plot that stretches across two streets with the front door opening into the first street and the back into the second." Doesn't sound terribly interesting. But it was. You could spend a couple of weeks here poking around in the houses, the craft shops, the temples. We should have read more in advance.
"These houses are built on a rectangular traversal plot that stretches across two streets with the front door opening into the first street and the back into the second." Doesn't sound terribly interesting. But it was. You could spend a couple of weeks here poking around in the houses, the craft shops, the temples. We should have read more in advance.
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The dark side: Outside the walls of the hotel, our driver Mammouj made his bed in the back of the van because the hotels either do not provide for the drivers or the drivers quarters are so dirty that he won't use them. Instead he chooses to sleep on a roll in the back of the van. He had to wash the van with bottled water - the hotel wouldn't provide it. There's always a "behind the beautiful forevers", wherever you go in India. There's the beautiful front and the "other" side, often more the reality in this country of great contrasts.
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| Mahmooj, Debra, me - bottled water from van washing |
Now the Chettiars: The Chettiars are an old business community from
Chettinad, a region of 72 villages around Karaikudi in Tamil Nadu. They began trading in salt, moved on to gems, and
became financiers by the early 19th century. When the British took over
Myanmar in 1826, the Chettiars settled there as moneylenders. It led
them to great prosperity in South-East Asia. Much of
their profit was invested in the grand houses they built in Chettinad - symbols of their power and social standing as bankers and merchants. We toured through a few of the houses. Read more detail in the article tacked on at the end of this post.
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| Inside a Chettiar home |
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| Chettiar house |
The houses were huge. We're talking 20,000 to 40,000 square feet, filled with luxurious products and incorporating designs the Chettiars encountered during their travels. Most are eclectic combinations of the best of everything: Italian tiles, Belgian glass, rosewood carvings, Burmese teak, Victorian furniture, Spanish grill work, Gothic domes. Chettinad architecture is known for its scale, color and
variety of local and imported materials. The house are built on platforms raised slightly up from the street and most have a second story. This architecture is thought to have been employed because the people originally lived on the water ; a devastating tsunami sent them inland looking for a new place to settle. Left like a scar on the unconscious was the memory of death and destruction by flooding, thus the elevations.
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| Busy street |
As we traveled through quiet streets lined with crumbling buildings, it felt like we were in a ghost town. In fact that's what much of the area has become. The houses have been passed down through generations and ended up with multiple owners who often can't agree what to do with them. The properties are ridiculously expensive to keep up although the families who are still wealthy maintain them to use for family weddings, the biggest social event in India. Our guide told us that some of them are used to store dowries - I guess these dowries become enormous because you are only supposed to use them in case of emergency. The accumulated dowries have become the principal savings of many families. The largely unused items comprising the dowries become more valuable as they age and become antiques. Many of the houses are being dismantled and the choice bits and pieces sold to architects. I looked online and saw Chettinad doors, window frames, chandeliers and tiles for sale. How sad that these items will be separated from their original locations and end up, who knows where... in a steak house in Chicago hanging on a wall? The staggering fact that I had to have repeated several times is that there are an estimated 30,000 of these palatial houses in the area. Ah India.....the surprises never end.
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| Still life: bicycle and garbage |
After our house tour, we stopped at the local market and had a look at the wonderful produce grown in the area. Zouka ate three or four tomatillos, right out of the baskets, unwashed. She loves sour things, but I worried for her intestinal health. She had no problems. She has a tough Syrian gut!
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| Zuzu eying tomatillos |
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| We passed on the modern slaughter house |
The temple we visited was crowded with large whimsically painted clay horses. Our guide explained that the horses are offered in gratitude to the Gods for good crops or good luck. If you have a good year, you contract with the local potter to create one of these wonderful creatures and donate it to the temple.
The temple was a delightful change from the huge formal complexes we've been touring. Worship takes place outside - it all seems so much simpler and more attractive than the complicated rites and ritual involved in traditional Hinduism. An architect who took us through one Hindu temple told us he had to hire a consultant priest to keep track of his religious obligations: birthdays (which change every year), anniversaries of deaths, births, weddings.
We spotted the two ladies with the beautiful saris entering the water and asked if they'd mind having their photos taken. They were delighted. The immersion has something to do with religion, not recreation.
Reluctantly, we tore ourselves away from the temple and returned to the Bangala for another great meal, this time a wonderful lunch of local food served on a banana leaf. The we stuffed ourselves back into the van and headed for Madurai, two hours away.
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| Painting tiles in Chettinad area. Horses at Aiyunnar temple |
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| Ladies bathing near Aiyuna temple |
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| Our charming Chettinad guide and me |
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| Lunch at the Bangala |
Geographical Magazine: Putting the houses in order
But the palatial abodes built from these international ingredients weren’t one-offs, the odd individual looking down on his less-fortunate neighbours; there were tens of thousands of them, scattered across an area of 1,500 or so square kilometres.
These are the mansions of Chettinad, an arid land of bush and scrub located in the heart of Tamil Nadu in southern India. Very little grows here; summer temperatures frequently exceed 40°C and the baked earth holds few resources of any value. But none of that mattered to the Chettiars; this parched backwater was a safe place for them to live, free from interference and in the lap of a self-created luxury.
Distant origins
The Nattukottai or Nagarathur Chettiars are a sub-caste of the Vaishya, the third-highest of the Hindu social classes. Their early history is sketchy at best, with no firm historical evidence to explain their origins. One legend suggests that a tsunami destroyed their coastal town and, fearing a repeat, they fled inland to the driest place they could find.
Following their arrival in this desolate part of Tamil Nadu, they made a modest living doing business locally, specialising in trade and banking. It was with the arrival of the British during the 18th century that their fortunes changed. British expansionism was rapidly engulfing South and Southeast Asia, country by country, and when the East India Company set up shop in Madras (now Chennai), the capital of Tamil Nadu, it brought the British and the Chettiars together. The British needed reliable and honest middlemen through whom they could deal with the locals, and the rajahs of southern India recommended the Chettiars, who had a reputation for reliability and honour.
Early business dealings primarily involved local transactions of modest sums, but in 1774, the headquarters of the East India Company was moved to Calcutta as the company looked to expand into Burma. The British ruled Burma from the 1820s to the 1950s, and the Chettiars were never far behind, doing business on an enormous scale. ‘The Chettiars understood the political and geographical context of this period and took full advantage,’ explains Michel Adment, a French architect who, along with his partner, Bernard Dragon, has lived in Chettinad since 2004. ‘The British essentially opened up these countries one by one, giving the Chettiars access.’
But despite trading in exotic and foreign materials in distant lands, the Chettiars always based their operations in Chettinad. ‘The Chettiars were very worldly, but their society was held together by very strict rules, such as marrying within the caste and land ownership,’ Dragon says.
At the height of the Chettiar’s success, they numbered more than 110,000, living in 96 villages and towns scattered across the region. They used the wealth they accumulated to build enormous, ornate mansions; the total number is difficult to ascertain, but is believed to have been as high as 60,000.
When Adment and Dragon arrived in Chettinad in 2004, the population was relatively unchanged, but the number of Chettiar villages had decreased to 73 (as well as two cities) and the number of mansions had dropped to about 25,000. ‘Houses are currently being demolished at a rate of 20 per month, and many more are ready to come down,’ says Meenakshi ‘Madame’ Meyyappan, a hotelier based in Karaikudi – the largest city in Sivaganga district and the unofficial capital of Chettinad – and the wife of a wealthy Chettiar who worked mostly in Malaysia. Others dispute these numbers, but Meyyappan is adamant: ‘How do you get all these warehouses full of our antiques if our heritage is not disappearing?’
Starting over
So what went wrong? While the Chettiars had made fortunes making Burma the rice bowl of Asia and developing coconut and rubber plantations throughout Southeast Asia, they also acted as local moneylenders. But during the first half of the 20th century, the development of nationalistic movements in Southeast Asian countries, the growth of legislation restricting indigenous banking and the increase of industrial opportunities within India for non-British businessmen all began to eat away at the Chettiars’ business empire.
But if there was a single action that could be held responsible for the ultimate crash, it was the British withdrawal from Burma. Almost 70 per cent of Chettiar wealth was concentrated there, and in the eyes of the new regime, the Chettiars were the accomplices of an unwanted ruler. They were forced to flee, leaving behind everything for which they had worked. Vast tracts of paddy field and business interests were abandoned as the Chettiars returned to Chettinad with nothing but the houses their fortunes had built.
Few Chettiars had bothered to invest in India, distrusting the country and disgusted by the endemic corruption, yet they now found themselves back there, unable to compete in areas where other businessmen had grown strong in their absence. The Chettiars essentially had to start from scratch. ‘No-one was able to continue because they had no money to lend, so they began educating their children, and are now becoming successful again,’ says Meyyappan.
But where did the money come from to educate this new generation? The mansions. One by one, they began to be dismantled and sold in the vast furniture and antique markets of Karaikudi and Chennai. With some properties containing more than 1,800 tonnes of teak alone, there was plenty of money to be made by selling the homes and their contents to India’s newly rich.
By 2006, more than half of the mansions had already been torn down. Dismayed by the rapid disappearance of this forgotten corner of India’s architectural heritage, Adment and Dragon contacted Dr Minja Yang, director of UNESCO’s New Delhi office. ‘I was aware of the Tamil traditional house layout of the succession of courtyards, but I did not know about Chettinad,’ Yang explains. ‘I must say, I was impressed when I first saw the town-planning ambition of these Chettinad villages – their wide streets, the buildings aligned in an orderly manner.
‘Looking at the facades of “hybrid” style, that funny mix of Europe and Asia, it made me think of the “native” colonial style of some buildings in Vietnam,’ she continues. ‘When I walked into the Chettinad houses, I was blown over by the harmony and the tranquil beauty, despite the rather busy decorative features in some of the houses.’
Yang immediately set to work, attempting to convince the national, state and local authorities to protect, conserve and enhance the villages and towns of Chettinad. ‘We decided to “adopt” Chettinad as one of the UNESCO cultural itinerary routes in India, and started to multiply our contacts and official meetings with the cultural and tourism authorities of the Tamil Nadu state government,’ she says.
Rescue mission
In 2006, the newly formed Revive Chettinad Development Project successfully petitioned UNESCO to place Chettinad on its watch list for the World Monument Fund. As the project gained momentum, it began to receive backing from the French government, as well as the state government of Tamil Nadu and the Indian Ministry of Culture and Tourism.
Once funding had been secured, the next hurdle was figuring out exactly how to save the mansions. ‘There was no real conservation plan in an urban context in India. Chettinad was really the pilot project,’ Dragon explains.
Because of the region’s remoteness, and lack of any local written records, no-one knew how many mansions there had been to begin with, nor how many were left. There weren’t even any maps. So the first step was to carry out a detailed survey of the whole of Chettinad, a group of architects and urban planners, as well as a French geographer working for six months to document what was left.
The next step was to start work on saving the mansions themselves. Here they faced another set of obstacles. First, there was the Chettiars themselves. Many still lived abroad or in one of India’s major cities. Many also had little interest in their old family palaces, having left them in the hands of housekeepers and butlers, who dealt with the day-to-day upkeep but had no power when it came to decisions about the property.
Then there was the issue of multiple ownership. As these were family homes, ownership was split between the male heirs, and any decisions about sales or restorations could only be made with the agreement of all of those heirs.
Some outsiders were lucky. When the Indian hotel group CGH Earth, which specialises in heritage properties in southern India, decided to rent and restore one of the properties in the village of Kanadukathan, it discovered that it only had one owner, who readily agreed. Between 2005 and 2007, the company carried out a meticulous restoration of the 80-year-old art-deco-styled building using traditional techniques. Thus was born the Visalam Hotel, the first hotel opened by non-Chettiars in the region.
‘When we opened, all the Chettiars came to see,’ says Johny Peter, the hotel’s general manager. ‘They didn’t stay or come to eat, but just to have a look. Now they all call CGH Earth and ask if we want to lease their mansion.’
Peter acknowledges that the mansions are in a dangerous position, but sees the Chettiars themselves as the ultimate hurdle. ‘Their attitudes have to change, and the Visalam leads through example,’ he says.
Great potential
Tourism is vital in bringing much-needed capital into the region. The Visalam may lead, but others are now following. ‘The Chettinad region has a great potential for heritage-based development because of the diversity of its tangible and intangible heritage,’ Dragon explains. ‘Sustainable tourism should be an opportunity for the development of the region, but local authorities have to make the region ready for such a development by improving infrastructure, implementing conservation and protection plans at regional and village levels, and helping the inhabitants by giving grants for the restoration of their homes.’
Yang is more blunt. ‘It seems absolutely crazy to allow the incredible built heritage of these towns and villages to decay,’ she says. ‘It’s like allowing oil to spill into the open sea without capping it and making use of it.’
But saving a mansion is a lot more work and far more expensive than destroying or even maintaining one. And with people regularly knocking on their doors offering to buy the valuable resources inside, there is a constant temptation for the Chettiars to simply take the money and run. So the question now is, will they take as much pride in saving their heritage as their ancestors did in building it?
October 2011
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Love the horses and love the picture of you peeking out of the van. Too bad the story of the great hotel and wonderful food ended on the sour note of the "other" side. I guess that's part of almost all travel, tho. There's almost always another side. Or am I just down on travel lately?
ReplyDeleteI'm going to print out the magazine article to read tonight in my easy chair.
Barbara
There's nothing unique about Ayannar temples having non-Brahmin priests, plenty of temples have non-Brahmin priests, and some temples with B oriests will contract certain rituals to non-B priests (e.g. animal sacrifice).
ReplyDeleteI am almost alarmed that the best food you had was at Bangala, which is rather a bland mix of continental meets watered down Chettinad. Nice to a picture of Unnamalai though, she is a lovely guide.