It is a privilege to travel to ones roots. I did it recently as I joint the celebrations of ‘a Centenary Recollection 1911 – 2011’ of my Great Grandfather’s family. It is mindboggling to comprehend the path that Great Grandfather’s family has journeyed across a century and to know how and where we have reached here today.
As we celebrated the occasion, we decided to conclave at the house that Great Grandfather built. House is in a small quiet hamlet called Cherukole at Mavelikara in Kerala. This grand home was restored, renovated, and opened for all of us to spend some memorable moments.
“I say that if men lived like men indeed, their houses would be temples – temples which we should hardly dare to injure, and in which it would make us holy to be permitted to live; and there must be a strange unthankfulness for all that homes have given and parents taught, a strange consciousness that we have been unfaithful to our fathers’ honor, or that our own lives are not such as would make our dwelling sacred to our children, when each man would fain build to himself, and build for the little revolution of his own life only”
Like every traditional family home, this home too has her wooden cellar. My sister wanted to be photographed in the cellar. So we crept into the cellar and hurriedly clicked a shot.
One of the most amazing objects which was noticed in the house was the detailed accounts journal that my Great Grandfather maintained eighty years ago! He was a strict medical doctor with impeccable humane values. He worked with the British and he kept all his records in straight order. He even wrote his WILL, sealed it safely, and mentioned about its whereabouts in his journal. I have got lots to learn from my great ancestor.