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*This is a memoir from the first time I visited India in 2009, with my friend Sarah. In some ways, this trip defined for me, what travel is all about. Despite all the countries I’ve visited, I still struggle with allowing myself to be fully exposed while on the road. It’s hard to let go of conditioned patterns of mistrust and the need to protect oneself, even when your first-hand experience of travel has proven to be amazing 99% of the time.

In India, a willingness to let go of fear and reservation and be open to all the country has to offer, led to some of the most enchanting travel experiences I’ve ever had. This post is about the magic that followed from a simple knock on an unknown wooden door in Pondicherry, India.


After spending 2 wonderful weeks in Sri Lanka, we arrived in India about 5 days ago. We were immediately picked up by Krishnammal Jagannathan, the mother of one of Sarah’s contacts and whisked away to a talk she was giving at the Rajiv Ghandi School of Youth Development. This woman was definitely not your average woman. Krishnammal Jagannathan was born into a landless untouchables family, and now at 86 years of age, is a well known Ghandian activist, who has succeeded in giving 15,000 acres of land to the landless poor through her organization, LAFTI.

Believe me, though she’s now 86 years old, her iron will still shines strong. We spent about 3 days with her at her family home south of Chennai, and then headed to her ashram for a tour of LAFTI families and lands. I could write so much more about this, but suffice it to say that we have much to be grateful for in the developed world.

For the last few days, we’ve been hanging out in Pondicherry, which is a little pocket of Frenchness on the East Coast of India. After 4 incredibly noisy hours dodging cows, bicycles, tractors, cars and all other manner of transport imaginable, on an Indian bus, we arrived at 12 noon – exactly when the day began to heat up in earnest.

Ten minutes of walking later, we were drenched in sweat and totally ready to put down our heavy backpacks. Problem being, we had to find a place to stay. After checking out a few places, we headed towards a recommended place at 38 Rue de Busey. We walked a bit, sweltering in the heat, and spied the number 38 on a thick wooden door.

“This looks like someone’s house,” I said cautiously. But this did not stop my friend Sarah from ringing the bell and peering curiously through the holes in the door. “Wow! This place is soooo beautiful!!” she exclaimed, shamelessly.

Finally, a woman named Anita, came to the door, and we found out that the place was, in fact, a residence. We asked for suggestions of places to stay, and after making a few, the woman mentioned that she had an extra apartment at the back of her house, but that she never rented it out. Well, this was to be her first time, and we finally had a place to stay…and what a place!

It was only over the next few days that we found out that Anita’s grandfather was the first chief minister of Pondicherry way back in 1963. Yes, the woman’s family has a street named after it here in Pondy…which we also discovered a little while later. After an intial getting to know you process, it’s been a great time, gossiping like old friends, and eating home-cooked dosas and French food.

I guess our mistaken address, was actually a major stroke of luck.

Tomorrow, Anita is taking us to see a few temples in the area, and to an old Raja’s palace, 2.5 hours away from Pondy. This should be quite an adventure, since we’re going to check out a family heirloom he may be selling.

Anita tells us that his family is very poor, and just like in historical novels, the family has been selling off their heirlooms and antiques to survive, though they own acres and acres of land and a now dilapidated palace. So far, we have been getting different accounts about the size of the heirloom – ranging anywhere from a 14 to 16 carat pale green coloured diamond, surrounded by another 60 or so carats of precious stones. Our mission tomorrow is to get him to show us the ring and take pictures.

The next day, we arose early in an attempt to beat the insane Indian heat. Anita had hired an air conditioned car to take us around for the day, and by 6AM, we were on the road. After a by now mandatory stop at Ananda Bhavan for masala dosai and chai, we drove on through the rice belt of India, seeing rice paddies, and pilgrims walking barefoot towards various temples, as well as the usual mix of cows, tractors, cars, bicycles, autorickshaws and scooters, before finally arriving at the Raja’s Palace.

We drove through a massive stone gate, down bumpy and potholed roads, before finally arriving at the entrance of the Palace. We were immediately greeted by the Raja’s grandchildren and his sons, and escorted into the “Palace.” What to say about this place? The smell was simply unbelievable, with a state of disrepair to match. We were later told that the smell was from all of the bats that had found a home within the Palace’s walls. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up to the roof, and saw 3 or 4 monkeys watching me curiously. As I stared back, they hid behind the rafters, only to peek out from time to time, as if to check on my movements.

Everywhere we looked, we could see remnants of a glorious past. Old chandeliers, faded portraits and antiques all housed within this beautiful broken down palace. The children took us to the Dance Hall and if you closed your eyes and imagined just a little, you could hear the music and see the jewel encrusted dancers living the high life.

We asked Anita how he had come to be so poor, and she explained that a law had been enacted in 1948 that changed how all of the Raja’s were taxed or treated economically (to be honest, I didn’t fully understand this), but the point is that the “smart” rajas had sold land, or done what needed to be done to preserve their wealth, while others, like this one, had clung to the past and ended up in this kind of situation.

I think the saddest part of this whole experience was seeing the total poverty that these children were living in. I couldn’t understand how this Raja/grandfather could see his own children and grandchildren suffering so much, without doing something about it, especially when he had the means. We had driven through acres and acres of land that belonged to the Raja on the way in, but he had refused to sell it.

Anita told us that she had brought a hotel group to the property about 10 years ago, and they had offered to renovate the palace, turn it into a hotel, and build houses for all the family on the land. The Raja refused. All of the children would have been millionaires by now, if not for the stubbornness and selfishness of an old Raja clinging to a now long gone past…

PS: Despite many attempts, the Raja never did show us the jewels. Anita is going back tomorrow to try again, but who knows if it even really exists…?

Have you ever had an unexpected and magical adventure while traveling? Tell us all about it in the comments below. We’d love to hear from you!


  • June 22, 2016

    Glad you enjoyed your India travels. Hello from Bangalore! ๐Ÿ™‚

  • rad

    February 4, 2016

    Really I dont understand the meaning of the word POOR……Anita is having a Big Bungalow in City centre ( so caleed White town, with an Extra apartment) and acres and acres of Land….Raja is having acres of land and Gold….a sq ft of land in white town cost more than 10000 rupees…..and in outskirts of pondicherry it is not less than 1000 rupees……being a native of Pondicherry never heard of any Rajas… the Blog it is not mentioned he is Raja for which palace/ place,……

  • July 30, 2015

    Very fascinating read! Sounds like a case of not being receptive to change? Or maybe then, they were kept the place so it remains to serve as their own “palace”. I’m shrugging my shoulders here because her own place looks really good for someone who is “poor”.

    • July 31, 2015

      Lol, the lady, Anita, was anything but poor. She was doing very well for herself, buying and selling antiques. She had that kind of establishment/old money kind of feeling to her. But the raja…what to say about him? The palace was hardly a palace anymore, with a terrible smell and the children were really suffering. It was awful to see how he could let his family suffer that way…stubborn old man, hanging onto the past for sure. ๐Ÿ™

  • July 14, 2015

    Such a neat adventure! I didn’t know there were still palaces inhabited by Rajas. I assumed that most of them had been sold off a long time ago. I’m curious now to see if there are any near where my family is.

    • July 14, 2015

      Oh, you’ve got family in India! Fantastic! ๐Ÿ™‚ It was certainly an eye-opening journey for us. Honestly, I didn’t know much about the history of India at all, so it was amazing to learn about it through first hand accounts and experiences.

      • July 15, 2015

        Yes, most of my extended family is there! I am ashamed to say that I also know very little about the history of India even though my grandparents lived through British rule and the independence movement. It’s amazing how many things happened to India in just a couple hundred years; I do want to learn more someday!

        • July 16, 2015

          The history of India is definitely fascinating! It is amazing how much happened there over just a few hundred years. Have you visited India? I’d love to go back and visit again one day soon. ๐Ÿ™‚

          • July 17, 2015

            I have visited several times, but I always want to go back! I was actually just there last month for a wedding.

  • Jen

    July 14, 2015

    What will happen to the property once the Raja passes?

  • July 12, 2015

    Great story – all ignited by one chance door!

    • July 14, 2015

      It was definitely a stroke of luck! Who could’ve known that knocking on that door would lead to all those amazing adventures?

  • July 11, 2015

    Such an interesting account of Pondicherry. I have been there but its always amazing to read another traveller’s point of view. Each experience is so different – we see the same things, but in different lights.

    • July 14, 2015

      So true! We all have such different perspectives of the very same places and events. It certainly makes life interesting. ๐Ÿ™‚


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