This is the time when Madayipara is golden. It is reminiscent of a European landscape. Like a gold carpet swaying in the wind on a vast expanse of rock, it is reminiscent of the scenes in the wheat field series by the famous painter Van Gogh.
Today, the natural beauty of the rock is greatly diminished by roads and other man-made structures.
Before the arrival of the bus, the country roads were full of snakes crawling over the cliffs when the road did not reach the cliffs. The long roads leading to Madayi, Pazhayangadi, Vengara and Keeyachal are lined with smooth pebbles that sound like bells at every step. If you walk a little away from the road, the thorns will be soft and sore on your feet. When the children left the school, they snatched up the arrow in the grass and enjoyed shooting at their friends' shirts. Ittipulls are constantly arguing with passers-by when they get lost. This is because they lay their eggs on the grass and lay their eggs on the ground. During the holidays, children used to fly kites on the rocks, and even then, cigarette butts lazily thrown by anti-socials would set fire to the dry grass on the rocks. Today some people do it on purpose. Aesthetics is a culture as if these aesthetic sights for cruel entertainment are causing them some discomfort. When it is destroyed, the mind goes black.
Such people do not think about how many lives of small creatures they burn with grasshoppers. We can maintain this aesthetic vision only with an awareness.
MADAYIPARA
If you want to experience the diverse rhythm of the rain in its beauty, you have to walk through Madayipara during the monsoons. It's a lot of fun alone. Sometimes it will be dusty. Other times it will be yarn. Unexpectedly, it becomes extreme. Strong winds will accompany. In any case, it rains at a slope of 40 degrees and 60 degrees. It is very difficult to walk through the rocks when wind and rain come. Thunderstorms may accompany the rain. The wind blows the umbrellas of the children leaving the school. Sometimes it will be thrown out. It also witnessed the sight of a child running loudly and loudly behind a flying umbrella. If there is good wind, go home with an umbrella. But the rain in Madayipara is an experience. In the past, children used to gather for lunch with a bowl of chowder on the bank of a large rock pool behind the Madayi school. When it rains, they stay close to each other and cover themselves with umbrellas to cover the rain. The rain would pour gravel on the umbrella and settle the anger.
Hotel rice was unaffordable for many then. Bleeding from home. Often it is enough to heat the pudding. There will be no curry. If you pay five paise, you can get a beautiful sambar from Krishna Bhavan Hotel. Until the early seventies it was 8 paise for tea and 75 paise for an oven. Friends say that sambar is made by diluting porridge with water. But when the stomach was full, it was very tasty. When it rains, Madayipara fills with canals. Small streams form small streams. Three strong waterfalls will form. One to Madayi Kaki Thottu. The other to the west via the Tavarattadam. Another is from the fort of old Murikancherry Kellu to Vengara. Iowa Falls, which falls from a great height, was one of the most beautiful views of the monsoon season. Chinaclay mining has erased that beauty forever. Today is a rainy day. It was an everyday experience for us. An experience that will never come back.
VATTYAN POLLA
When Parasurama's ax gave land to Brahmins with weapons and power in Kerala, the land plowed and harvested was lost to the slaves here. They became workers. They were the owners of the bride and became brides. Became degraded. This is history, but they needed the Lord's marks for prosperity and agriculture. They organized brides. They were given a leader. That was hollow. Among the Pollans, Puthanpolla and Vadyanpolla were known as Kaymans. Once the Parangis and foreigners forcibly captured the Ettikulam fort and the Bekal fort. Kola Thiri, who had no well-equipped soldiers, stood in front of the parangis. He begged for refuge in front of Madaikavilamma's. Kolathiri was addressed by Kavilamma Pujari. Call the hollow… the hollow guide. Tittura reached the hollow. Polla took over the mission. No war, no war. There is only intelligence and confidence. Organized valiant people from Madayi and surrounding villages. He took a coconut husk and made charcoal for the gun and the sword and applied the charcoal. Unbeknownst to them, bamboo and banana trees were planted around the fort in the dark. Spread straw on the back and sprinkle salt. Dummies and swords were tied to the top of the banana tree and bamboo. In the middle of the night, the straw caught fire and smoke. The gunmen were shocked to see so many gunmen and soldiers. They fled from the fort. The lords of Arakkal and Chirakkal summoned Polla and honored him with a hero chain. The hollow ritual was taken from Madayikavu and the stick and umbrella were received. The servant became hollow and proud. He became their hollow hero. In time, they made the hollow a godsend and built it into a theyyam. Polla still wears the flower garlands of the heroic deities and wields sticks and rituals and pours blessings on the Madayi people during these sports days.