The village is almost like a miniature version of a vintage English hamlet itself, where everyone's life in the village revolves around the Home Church, physically and emotionally. The Church bell reminds the villagers of the Sabbath on a Sunday morning, Wedding Chimes or announces the death of one of its villagers. As a matter of tradition, it has been passed on from generation to generation that every relegious ceremony be followed without question. This is in a way a great way of communal harmony that brings together all men, women and children together to share joy or sorrow.
People are of the simplest kinds... far away from the qualms of an average urban man. They are primarily doctors, professors, teachers and a few lawyers. Well, they love to pass on that tradition too. However, they live very simple lives primarily being of noble professions and not wanting more than a stable life, enough to live with their heads high.
Now here is what I love about the village. When I say simple, I mean their lifestyle means straightforward. They embrace nature as a part of their existence. Each house is a natural garden with some of the best plants that grow in its terrain and a mini orchard of atleast one coconut tree, Jackfruit, guava and Curryleaves.
The village became well-known as Monday Market, because in the years between 1950-1980, it became a huge market place, when all the produce of the ghats would be sold for very cheap in whole sale rates on every Monday at Neyyoor.
Neyoor, the vacation town as I call it, buzzes every Christmas, while the village which sang 'Peace and calm the night' suddenly sings 'Wake O Earth, Wake everything'. Children who left for good, come by visitng parents and loved ones from every corner of the world. And whats best, its the season of weddings. Whats followed as a 'Oor Kaadu' tradition, every villager is invited to bless the couple.
Well, I wonder at the diversity we still live in from huge city jungles to humble villages. I am still amazed at the connection and attachment we have towards a place so primitive from complicated urban scenes and leave it behind with the same peace it sustained till then, only to come back another year and awaken it.
Cant cities have a bit of that flavour too? Is it too hard?
People are of the simplest kinds... far away from the qualms of an average urban man. They are primarily doctors, professors, teachers and a few lawyers. Well, they love to pass on that tradition too. However, they live very simple lives primarily being of noble professions and not wanting more than a stable life, enough to live with their heads high.
The village became well-known as Monday Market, because in the years between 1950-1980, it became a huge market place, when all the produce of the ghats would be sold for very cheap in whole sale rates on every Monday at Neyyoor.
Well, I wonder at the diversity we still live in from huge city jungles to humble villages. I am still amazed at the connection and attachment we have towards a place so primitive from complicated urban scenes and leave it behind with the same peace it sustained till then, only to come back another year and awaken it.
Cant cities have a bit of that flavour too? Is it too hard?
