Beypore or Bepur is one of the ancient port cities of Kerala only after Kodungallur or Muziris. Even today it is the second port of Kerala after Kochi which came to prominence in the 15 century after the flood in river Periyar that ruined the fame of Vanchi or Muziris. In terms of people and cargo handled this jewel of Malabar is competing with Kochi and Mangalore in the west coast.
It is a unique estuarine port on the northern banks of river Chaliyar that takes the waters from Nilambur forests and empties into Arabian see between Beypore and Chaliyam. This historic site that has attracted Romans, Chinese, Arabs and Sumerians for thousands of years having a continuous maritime history of atleast 1500 years is just 10km south west of the city of Calicut or Kozhikode. It was also famous for Uru or Dhow or small trading vessels built with Nilambur Teak and coir.
But today the shipbuilding cottage industry is no more. the space formerly occupied by the native marine architects and ship builders and master carpenters has literally vanished and a new fishing harbor has come up near the breakwater in the Beypore beach. I remember visiting the place in 1996 while working briefly at a Muslim primary school in Iringallur near Kottakal, Malapuram. The whole landscape had changed and today there are only miniature vessels for sale here.
In ancient times it was called Vaypur or Vadaparappanad with Parapan Angady and Kadalundi Nagaram (a port annex) to the south. In the 18th century Tipu after capturing Malabar renamed it as Sulthan Pattanam. In the second half of 20th century another brave warrior this time a warrior with a pen rather than a sword in hand popularized the place all over Kerala through letters as his second home. He was hailing from Vaikom in Kottayam and later rooted himself in Malabar at Beypore and became well known as Beypore Sulthan.
He is none other than Vaikom Muhamad Basheer the author of scores of best selling classics in Malayalam fiction. It was my dream to meet the great Sufi at his second home in Beypore. In my 1996 visit I could not make it. But on April 2, 2011 I visited Beypore Sulthan’s home and met his life partner Fabi Basheer. Though his physical presence is lacking the man of letters for all times is there in every waving green leaf and smiling little flower.
We had a refreshing talk about Basheer and his life. She showed me all the flowering plants and trees that were nurtured by Basheer with his own hands. The rare trees are still there and are green and richly flowering. The lonely Mangostin tree seems to be gloomy with dark but lush foliage in loosing its soul companion who used to sit beneath it in his old easy chair while playing his gramaphone and singing aloud occasionally.
All the big ink pens, writing pads, easy chair, record player, writing table and portraits of Basheer are preserved hear for posterity by his son Anis Basheer. The house is renovated without loosing the old ambiance and without harming the trees. It is cool and green in the richly shaded plot. I felt like entering a wet sacred grove as I was coming from Kozhikode city from the heat of National Theatre Festival 2011.
The Basheer family must be appreciated for preserving the memories of the legendary writer and maintaining the house and green surroundings for visitors and researchers all the time. The flowering hibiscuses and other herbs planted by Basheer still welcome children and adults with a keen eye and sense for the little wonders and delights of the world.